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How'd you meet your partner?
Bumble!! But we would have met regardless because they lived next door to my boss (who was a grad student) in an apartment building down the street from my internship, and street parking was a nightmare downtown so we were both always on foot and frequenting the same coffee shops! AND! We had been to multiple of the same Jackâs mannequin concerts around the state, as far back as 2012, 6 years before we met (fun fact, I started listening to Jack antonoff when I saw Steel Train open for Jackâs Mannequin at a tiny venue called the black sheep)
invisible string indeed!!!!!!! My partner even played that song for me for Christmas a few years ago because itâs so us coded đ
#Asks#c#sam spam#fun.#jackâs mannequin#Jack antonoff#Also I was on bumble because I was determined to have the bi summer of my slutty dreams after I graduated college#And ended up with a life partner the first person I met on the dang app#And I was so grumpy about how much we were meant to be together that I insisted we only be friends#And we caved on the third time hanging out#Also on our second date I had a massive panic attack because we ran into my abusive ex on the street (he didnât see me thankfully)#Turns out my partner is non-binary and also bi so I still ended up having a bi summer anyways hahaha
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Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam âď¸ Part One
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A/N: Iâve been hyper fixated on Batfam and DC in general for the past two months, and this is what my brain has been cooking. This is based on an fem!OC I made, but I converted it to GN!Reader. Or attempted to. Might write an official one with the oc. I donât know. Iâm new at this stuff and doing this on mobile to boot.
Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior
Reader grows up happy, healthy, a safe away from Gotham
Momma and Daddy (step-father) adore their darling reader
Daddy is kind and understanding; gives good advice, encourages reader, comforts reader after nasty break ups
Momma is sassy and a bit possessive of her baby reader
Momma never tells reader anything about their biological father (He was a big city playboy that missed the court date for custody is all she said)
Reader has a much younger half-brother from Momma and Daddy, who reader also adores
Little Brotherâs are annoying, but you have so many interest in common
Suddenly Momma and Daddy are dead; (tragic accident or murdered)
Readerâs Bio Father, Bruce Wayne is called and flies into town via Private Jet and whisk you off to Gotham
Bruce canât get custody over half-brother due to Readerâs step-grandparents fighting him.
(They tried to keep Reader too, but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court. And, Bruce has enough money to make that water run dry)
Bruce isnât exactly like Momma described, heâs distant and a bit cold with reader. (Like he doesnât know what to do.)
Bruce gets upset when Reader talks about missing Momma and Daddy, especially when Reader talks about Daddy.
Bruce doesnât introduce Reader to the family right away.
Reader doesnât see anyone, but Bruce and Alfred for the first week at the manor.
Bruce avoids reader, but gets upset when Reader ignores him
Reader starts researching their new family. Everything they can find in the media, even the company.
(Family Buisness funds the Justice League? Gotham gains a new Vigilante almost every time Bruce gains a new kid? Jason Toddâs death and reappearance. SuspiciousâŚ)
Reader finally meets the others.
First up Cassandra.
Quite, but watches reader like she knows all of readerâs secrets. (Thatâs terrifying.)
Readerâs instincts scream that sheâs dangerous (Reader trusts those instincts.)
Reader is still nice, they get along. Cass rather be alone, but itâs cool. Theyâre cool.
Second up is Duke.
Duke is great. Official bro. Passes all the vibe checks. (Most normal one in this house.)
Readerâs meta abilities go haywire around him, so Reader needs to be careful. (Readerâs not sharing that secret yet. Not till they share what Reader suspects is their secret)
Third, Dick and Barbara.
Dick is a whirlwind, coddling and pitying, treating reader like a sweet helpless child then leaving. (Heâs a busy popular man)
Barbara is polite, but a stranger.
Reader tries to be friendly, but canât get past the stranger stage.
Fourth Stephanie.
Stephanie politely ignores reader, but reader genuinely wants to hang out. (Similar interest, close in age. Please, can we be friends? âŚâŚâŚ.)
Reader says theyâll keep trying (It happens⌠eventuallyâŚ.)
Fifth, Tim.
Tim just brushes Reader off with a blank look and disappears.
Reader can never find Tim. (Always in the cave, at work, on patrol. Heâs a busy busy busy sleepy man that avoids even the mention of Reader)
(Stephanie hangs out with Tim though, but they still ignore reader. Itâs fine. Reader is fine. It doesnât hurt.)
Sixth is Jason.
Jason is mean.
Calls reader spoiled, says reader a an ignorant privileged princess, Daddyâs pet, a brat, etc.
But, then leaves when reader starts to snap back.
(He looks like heâs struggling not to strangle reader almost every time reader sees him.)
Seventh is the youngest and readerâs half brother.
Reader is excited to meet him, reader already has a younger half-brother. Having two sounds even better!
Damian is cruel
It breaks readerâs heart.
Damian either ignores reader, or mocks reader viscously. Heâll push and shove and throw things at reader. (Wonât draw a weaponed though, heâs past that.)
He brushes off all of Readerâs attempts at sibling bonding.
All this goes on for a few months.
Reader tries so hard to get close to everyone, but theyâre either avoid them, ignore them, are cruel, or they just donât have the time.
Readerâs life in Gotham is⌠different.
Readerâs a commodity, and, surprisingly enough, most people like Reader
School Friendships form, which reader worries are because theyâre a Wayne child
(Which is true, but not in the way Reader thinks; hint: it involves other types of night avians)
Teacherâs appreciate a humble Wayne (Damian goes to the same school, Reader is a relief to teach)
Reader is quite talented, not a prodigy, not extraordinary. Just extremely approachable.
But, like all good things there is a downside.
Reader wants to spend time with their new friends.
Theyâre invited to Galas, lunches, brunches, vacations, shopping, etc.
And Reader WANTS to go
But, Bruce wonât let them
Itâs not safe
(Which Reader understands, thatâs why they never really explore Gotham, but still brunch couldnât hurt, right?)
So Reader has no one to lean on or connect with. Itâs isolating.
Instead Reader spends hours talking on the phone to their old friends and family back in their small town.
Thereâs a silver lining though: Things are going to get better before they get worse
So much worse
#dc x reader#batfam#batfam x reader#batfamily#batfamily x reader#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily#yandere dc#yandere batboy#yandere x reader#yandere bruce wayne#platonic batfam#gn reader#fem reader#yandere dick grayson#Yandere Cassandra cain#yandere tim drake#yandere alfred pennyworth#yandere damian wayne#yandere jason todd#yandere stephanie brown#yandere Duke Thomas#smalltown!reader
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cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.
wc: 1.3k
a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.
âwaitwaitwaitwait!â megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked â his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.
your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. âdoing so good,â you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, âstaying still and taking it. we donât need any rope today.â
his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. âyouâre so mean to me."
âpoor thing,â you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. âbut you look so cute like this, i canât help it, yâknow that.â
his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. âcan you cum again? just one more time, for me?â
the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"
you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.
"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.
"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.
you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.
"you like it now?"
"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.
"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.
"n-noâyes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.
his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"
he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."
you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"
another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"
"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"
"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."
he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.
seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"
your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.
eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you â it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."
you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."
he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.
megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"
"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.
#mello.writes#dom! reader#dom reader#sub megumi fushiguro#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro smut#megumi smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#megumi fushiguro x you smut#megumi fushiguro x reader smut#sub jjk#sub! jjk#sub! megumi#sub megumi
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AOT Petname HC's
My list and takes of (various) AOT character's usages of petnames in a relationship <3
Characters listed: Levi, Mikasa, Armin, Hange, Eren, Annie, Jean.
!! Slightly suggestive + sorry for grammar mistakes if any
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Levi Ackerman
âĽâAs expected, Levi isn't the type to get too particularly creative with the names he calls you, so he usually just calls you by your name. However, when he does, you always tease him about it.
âĽâLovely is what he calls you whenever he gets sentimental or when you need comfort. "I'm here lovely," or "stay with me lovely, come on," are some uses of this petname.
âĽâDear is what he calls you when he wants to encourage you. Although he rarely uses it, it sometimes slips out when he's vulnerable. "C'mon dear, keep going."
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Mikasa Ackerman
âĽâShe loves to use petnames as it reminds her that you're hers. Sometimes she gets too eager to ask you if you're comfortable with a new petname and just drops it out of the blue, getting extremely flustered after.
âĽâHoney is what she usually calls you for generic sentences and situations. She loves it because it sounds like the two of you are married. "Honey, are you done yet?"
âĽâDarling is what she calls you regularly too, but mostly in situations where she's extremely happy or wants to comfort you. "Let's go out to eat, darling."
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Armin Arlert
âĽâUgh my sweet Armin (ŕšËĚľá´ËĚľ) he also likes to use petnames and chooses the sappiest, sweetest, and most corniest ones to call you.
âĽâAngel is what he uses when he's being overly sweet and lovey. He loves to add "my" in front of it because it's more possessive. "Come back to bed, angel," or "my angel is so beautiful," are some examples.
âĽâSweetheart is what he calls you when he's.. vulnerable. Begging and needy. He loves to use it because he knows you'll cave into all his desires the moment it slips out of his mouth. I am NOT writing examples cause I'll go insane.
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Hange ZoĂŤ
âĽâThey honestly use the weirdest petnames on you that fit more under the nicknames category than anything.
âĽâPrincess, if you were comfortable with it, would be used to mainly mess with you and refer to you in the third person. "Don't stress too much, princess," "My princess is the only royal I care about, personally."
âĽâBunny is what they usually call you. It was cute up until you found out they got the name from one of their now dead titan subjects. It was still endearing, though. "What'll we have for dinner, bunny? Stew?"
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Eren Yaeger
âĽâHe uses petnames like any normal person, but he's actually so incredibly NOT creative that it pisses you off. Whenever you ask for a more unique petname, he usually just shrugs and says something stupid like "cutie patootie?"
âĽâBaby/Babe is what he calls you when he's frustrated or jealous. While he calls you "babe" when he's angry, he uses "baby" in a soft, but irritated tone when he's trying to get what he wants from you. "Come on, babe, we're wasting time here." "Baby- stay here with me. Don't go off with those people."
I literally can't imagine him saying anything else LMAOO
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Annie Leonhardt
âĽâSorry but I also just can't imagine her calling her partner anything; however, that doesn't stop her from loving being called petnames herself. She loves every kind of petname you come up for her and gets flustered every time you use them.
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Jean Kirschtein
âĽâDon't even get me started. He's such a hopeless romantic that when he finally got a piece of ass, he immediately showed how absolutely grateful he was through cute petnames. He's so incredibly corny with some of them, though.
âĽâBabyboy/Babygirl is what he calls you when he's being sweet or when he's just trying to comfort you. "I'm right here, baby---, I'm right here."
âĽâDoll & Sugar is what he calls you regularly for any circumstance because it makes him sound flirty, smooth, and mature. He doesn't know that it sometimes gets him weird stares from strangers. "Hey, doll. You just gonna stand there?" "Why're you feeling lonely? I'm right here, sugar."
I had more ideas for him but I was just gonna list two (*´-`)
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#aot headcanons#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman headcanons#mikasa ackerman x reader#mikasa x reader#mikasa ackerman headcanons#armin arlert x reader#armin arlert x you#armin arlert headcanons#hange zoe x reader#hange zoe x you#hange zoe headcanons#eren yeager x reader#eren yeager x you#eren yeager headcanons#annie leonhardt x reader#annie leonhardt x you#annie leonhardt headcanons#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirschtein x you#jean kirschtein headcanons#attack on titan headcanons
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Day 6: Forgetting an important date and offense
DeadTired: Tim
TheBloodSon: Damian
WingDing: Dick
PurplePower: Steph
Shadow: Cass
GlowStick: Duke
UndeadDrama: Jason
SpaceCadet: Danny
Alfred: Alfred
B Less Batchat
Feb 9, 11:15 AM
DeadTired
âI donât think you understand theÂ
importance of getting a third
party toâ bla bla bla
I sware. Some of these old farts
just need to retire already.
PurplePower
But if they retired then the world might figure
out that we donât need them.
ShadowÂ
đ¤Ż
WingDing
Just a little longer Tim then your home free
DeadTired
Easy for you to say. I have three meetings
after this. And all of them could be covered
in an email. But I swear that none of these
Old hats even know what an email is.
SpaceCadet
ducks to be you
Ducks
Ducks
DeadTired
Itâs okay. Take your time.
SpaceCadet
Fuds you
wtf?
PurplePower
đ¤Łđđ¤Ł
Shadow
đ
WingDing
Autocorrect strikes again.
TheBloodSon
Please cease this irritating conversation.
Some of us have important work to do.
GlowStick
This is kinda the highlight of my patrol.
But I remember when I was in school.
Donât let the teachers see you texting.
TheBloodSon
Tt. As if they would catch me.
SpaceCadet
Arenât you at lunch right now
Damian? Besides you could
just put your phone on mute.
PurplePower
Ooo Snap!
TheBloodSon
That is irrelevant. You all need to
focus on your duties instead of
complaining about frivolous things.
WingDing
Aw. Look how responsible you are!
PurplePower
Our little boy is growing so fast. đ
Shadow
đ˘
DeadTired
Some day he will be all grown up
and too smart to hang out with us
simpleton.
TheBloodSon
I am already too smart for a plebian
like you Drake.
SpaceCadet
Lol
Sit down, pleb.
Oh before I forget
The 12 is my dd so I
wonât be available.
Shadow
đ
WingDing
đ
GlowStick
đ
DeadTired
đ
PurplePower
đ
TheBloodSon
Tt
UndeadDrama
QUIT SPAMING MY PHONE!
Alfred
Might I suggest you all return to your
duties?
Feb 10, 8:30 PM
SpaceCadet
Where is everyone?
Shadow
â
SpaceCadet
Iâm in the cave but no one else is.
DeadTired
Lol
Check the time.
Alfred
Young master. I can hear you all the way
in the manor. Please mind your language
And remember to place a quarter in the
jar.
SpaceCadet
Sorry Alfred
Feb 11, 6:00 AM
DeadTired
GUYS! I JUST FIGURED IT OUT!!!
I KNOW WHAT COFFEE SHOP
DANNY GOES TO!!!!
DANNY YOU ARE SUCH A SELFISH
AHOLE!!! THEY GAVE ME A 12OZÂ
OF STRAIT ESPRESSO SHOTS!!!
Alfred
Master Tim. Master Danny. If you wouldÂ
please meet me in the kitchen at exactlyÂ
6:30 am I would very much appreciate it.
SpaceCadet
Tim. I am sorry to inform you
that we are no longer friends.
DeadTired
GET BENT DEAD BOY!
SpaceCadet
Alfred? Tim hasnât gone to sleep
since February 7th. He has set
up an alarm system to tell him
when you are coming up theÂ
stairs to the family wing so
he can pretend to be asleep
when you check on him.
DeadTired
YOU TRAITER!
SpaceCadet
Oh, hay! Thanks Tim! Now
I have my own theme music
for the day!
DeadTired
NO! SUFFER!!!
UndeadDrama
Why the heck is the Barbie song
playing next doorâŚ
Never mind. I just read the texts.
SpaceCadet
Iâ˛m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
DeadTired
GO EAT A DICK!
SpaceCadet
I think Kory would unalive me if
I tried to eat your brother.
DeadTired
ALSKDJFA;OLSDIFJKA;SOLKDF
Feb 11, 9:15 AM
UndeadDrama
I hate to inform everyone but
Dannyâs phone has unfortunately passed
away.
GlowStick
R.I.P.
What song was it playing?
UndeadDrama
Crazy Frog. Auto-tuned Crazy Frog.
WingDing
Isnât that song already auto-tuned?
UndeadDrama
This was worse. So much worse.
Think Alvin and the ChipmunksÂ
level of pitch with the weirdÂ
auto-tune echo.
PurplePower
On this day we say goodbye to
a good phone. Taken from us
too soon. Please light a candle
for our fallen comrade. đŻď¸
WingDing
đŻď¸
Shadow
đŻď¸
GlowStick
đŻď¸
UndeadDrama
đŻď¸
GlowStick has invited (888) XXX-XXXXÂ
to the chat.
(888) XXX-XXXXÂ has changed their name toÂ
DieHard.
DieHard
đŻď¸
DeadTired
YOU WILL SUFFER!!!
Feb 12, 10 AM
GlowStick
Hay. Has anyone seen Danny?
He wasnât in class today.
TheBloodSon
He is probably shirking his studies.
WingDing
Come on Dams. Danny likes that.
Hay Jason. Dannyâs apartment is
Next to yours. Is he home?
Feb 12, 3:16 PM
UndeadDrama
Just woke up. I didnât hear him get
back last night.
Feb 12, 3:30 PM
UndeadDrama
Just went through his apartment.
Heâs not there and it doesnât look
like anythingâs been touched since
I was over yesterday.
Shadow
đą
PurplePower
Thatâs not like Danny. Sleep is sacred
to him. He would never purposely
Stay out later than his normal patrol.
GlowStick
He never showed up for class. Iâm on
patrol rn so Iâll keep an eye out for him.
Shadow
đ¤â
WingDing
I donât know Cass.
Iâm coming to Gotham tonight
To help look for him.
UndeadDrama
Iâm going to do a few rounds
in the alley. If I canât find himÂ
before patrol, Iâll have some of
my men start nosing around.
Alfred
I will make sure the med bay is
prepped and ready. Please be safe
everyone.
DeadTired
đ
TheBloodSon
Of course.
WingDing
đ
PurplePower
đ
Shadow
đ
GlowStick
đ
UndeadDrama
Okay Alfi.
Feb 13, 7:35 AM
DieHard
Hay everyone. I just got
back in Gotham.
What did I miss?
WingDing
DANNY!!!
PurplePower
Danny! Where were you!
Shadow
đĽşđ
DeadTired
WTF WAS YOUR TRACKER?
WHY WAS YOUR PHONE
UNTRACABLE?!
GlowStick
Dude! Are you okay?
TheBloodSon
Tt. I do not see a reason for you
all to be so concerned.
DieHard
DID YOU ALL FORGET
ABOUT MY DEATH DAY?!
DISSHONER! DISSHONER
ON YOU! DISSHONER ONÂ
YOUR COW!
Alfred
Young Master Danny. I am happy
To hear you are back. If you would
be so kind please come by the
manor, I would greatly appreciate it.
DieHard
Of course Alfred.
Feb 13, 2:50 PM
UndeadDrama
Danny! Your back!
DieHard
đ
UndeadDrama
đ˘
DieHard
đđ
UndeadDrama
đ
#day 6: date | offense#dpxdc#dpxdcfamilyweek24#Sorry if it looks crappy#I tried to do it in the style of a group text but idk
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Rumors
so...i've had this concept rattling around in my brain, but i had no idea how to write it, so i used pictures instead. i definitely want to do more, but tumnlr only allows 10 pictures a post, so here's to hoping i remember to come back to this in the future!
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harrystyles: HS3. Coming soon.
harryfan8: NEW ALBUM ALERT
harryfan11: HARRY YOU CANT JUST DROP SOMETHING LIKE THAT WITHOUT A RELEASE DATE
harryfan4: this has to be what he was working on with y/n right?
y/nfan3: i need them both on a song together
yourinstagram: had fun late night talking with you xx
y/nfan9: i'm sorry wHAT
harryfan5: is this flirting this sounds like flirting
harryfan13: honestly...here for it
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y/nupdates: Y/n in a video for Vogue recently!
"A lot of people ask me how Harry Styles ended up recording at my house when we'd virtually never crossed paths before. It was actually Taylor (Swift) who kind of set the whole thing up. They spoke at the Grammys last year and she apparently gave him my number so we could work together...He called and asked if I was available to help with his album at all. At the time I was on the road, then working on stuff for the band, and it just kind of went back and forth for a few months while we tried to line up our schedules. Then I was done touring, but I was kind of in a weird state in life where I didn't want to leave the house or hang out with anyone. And I remember making up excuses because I wasn't really up to making myself presentable to a whole team of people I'd never met before and having our first meeting be this huge thing. I'd basically built it all up in my head about how our ideas would clash and we wouldn't get along and I just kept telling him maybe some other time. Long story short, Harry showed up at my place a week later by himself with just a guitar, a notebook, and my favorite takeout order. We spent the whole day together working on a bunch of different stuff from themes to genres of music to sampling and mixing. And writing. Lots and lots of writing. And now he's a dear friend. He's so sweet and so talented. I wish him all the best with the new album."
y/nfan8: ok i'm glad it worked out and everything but imagine a virtual stranger showing up to your HOUSE?? like she said no and he basically forced her to write his album for her
y/nfan4: that's so real of her tbh to not want to leave her house
y/nfan2: y/n is notoriously introverted it makes sense
harryfan13: girl...
y/nfan7: i don't think it was that serious. and if she really didn't want him there she could've said no
harryfan13: and y/n literally called him a friend?? stop trying to start shit that doesn't exist
y/nfan7: of COURSE mother brought them together
harryfan17: i can't believe that's what harry and taylor were talking about in the video!
harryfan2: chill harry doesn't need to be in a relationship with every woman he's associated with
harryfan4: wait but wasn't y/n at that grammys too?
harryfan9: it was still covid it's possible their paths didn't cross
y/nfan19: wait what if he was too shy to go up to her??đ
harryfan4: i love that they're writing besties now but i think they'd be so cute together đĽš
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hsupdates: Harry about Y/n L/n for Rolling Stone:
"I've always admired (Y/n's) work. She and her band are incredibly talented, and are just so passionate about creating music. I wanted that same energy for my third album, the freedom to make whatever I want without any reservations, and I knew Y/n was the perfect addition to the team. It took some convincing, but once we kind of got started, we couldn't stop. As we've gotten to know each other these past few months, I not only respect her as a musician, but for the person she is as well. Her soul is one of a kind, and I feel like my album would be so different without her on it. So now not only do I have an album that I'm proud of and love, but I got an extraordinary friend out of it too."
harryfan9: so this is what people mean when they say platonic soulmates
y/nfan12: all we've gotten is crumbs and i'm already in love with their friendship. and the album of course
y/nfan2: i'm so interested to hear this album now. if y/n is on it it has to be good
harryfan3: "her soul is one of a kind?" if that's harry as a friend i don't think i can handle boyfriendrryđ
y/nfan7: i'm holding out hope for them honestlyđ¤đźđ¤đź
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yourinstagram: you've fallen from the sky down to me, i see it in your face, i'm relief, i'm your summer girl
y/nfan17: shut up are those song lyrics??
yourbandinstagram: the tears behind your dark sunglasses, the fears inside your heart as deep as gashesđśđś
y/nfan17: HOLY SHIT those ARE lyrics!
y/nfan6: haven't even heard the song and i know the girls have done it again
harryfan4: could it...could it be about harry?
y/nfan8: you're grasping at straws
harryfan12: are they? they've been spotted together all over LA
harrystyles: âď¸âď¸
y/nfan8: as friends. friends can hang out can't they?
harryfan3: new music from harry AND y/n? we're about to be fed y'all
harryfan10: THEY REALLY ARE BESTIES
y/nfan2: i bet they collaborated on this song together
Interviewer (I): What's one memory or experience you can share from making this album? Any trips to Japan or Jamaica?
Harry (H): We stayed in Los Angeles mostly for this one. But erm...in terms of a specific memory...I would say that while I was working with Y/n, one of the tracks was actually inspired by her cat.
I: Really?
H: Yeah. Whenever it did something to annoy Y/n, which was quite often, she'd call her a little freak. The song's obviously not about the cat, but the phrase was in my head and yeah. Things just kind of...snowballed from there.
I: The sound that Y/n's band has is more rock centric, a similar sound to your first album. Is that what we can expect for your third studio album?
I: You've become quite close to Y/n L/n it seems like.
H: Not necessarily. Y/n and I collaborated, but she also let me take the reins in terms of sound. She had opinions of course and we would bounce ideas off of each other...but she really just followed my lead and supported the vision I had. She is playing a majority of the instruments on the album, though.
H: It's hard not to.
I: How so?
I: It sounds like you could go on for quite some time about her.
H: She's just cool, you know? I was kind of intimidated when we met for the first time. She's quiet, but you never forget that she's in the room, you just want to go over and talk to her. Of course once you meet her she's incredibly kind and not at all intimidating, but still like chill and stuff. The first time we met we sat for an hour just talking about music we enjoyed and live shows we wanted to attend and things we learned while in lockdown. She's just effortlessly cool. An old soul, I guess. And somehow she translates that into her music. Her sisters, too. They're all just first-rate musicians.
H: Sorry. I kind of gushed for a minute there.
H: And the band. They're just so talented, you know?
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harrystyles: From start to finish, making this album has been such an incredible journey. It was so fun to try new things sonically while also making something that I'm one hundred percent proud of. I've never felt more myself while making music than I did while creating this album for all of you, and I have so many people to thank for that. Hopefully you know who you are. I love, love, love you.
harryfan16: đđđđđ
harris_reed: little angelđź
harryfan3: WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU
yourinstagram: congratulations h. you deserve it.đđđ
harrystyles: I couldn't have done it without youđ
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yourinstagram: for one night and one night only...but in all seriousness shout out to my friend and his incredible album. happy to have been a part of the magic :)))
harryfan13: HAPPY HARRY DAY!!!
harryfan4: is she in ny??
y/nfan7: yes! she was spotted with harry before the show today
harryfan9: they're literally so cute i love their friendship
harrystyles: You made the magic happen. Thank you for everything. X.
harryfan3: they're so...
y/nfan2: i genuinely think they like fucking with us bc i legitimately can't tell if they're dating or not
y/nfan7: at this point i don't even care i love whatever they're doing they both just seem so happy to be besties/lovers/collaborators and i love that for them
harryfan5: ^^
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y/nupdates: Y/n performing Keep Driving onstage with Harry in NYC tonight at ONO!
y/nupdates: When he introduced her, he said: "Tonight is special in a lot of ways. I'm sharing my album with you for the first time, my family's here, my friends are here, and...a very good friend of mine is here to play a song with me tonight. This album wouldn't have been possible without her, so please give her as much love as you've given me. Y/n L/n, everybody!"
harryfan4: stop they're so close it hurtsđ
y/nfan7: i was there they were staring at each other and smiling the whole time!
harryfan12: that's the one where he says choke her with a sea view!?
y/nfan7: YES AND I SWEAR HIS SMILE GOT BIGGER WHEN HE SANG THAT PART AND LOOKED AT HER LIKE HE FULLY HAD TO TURN AROUND TO LOOK AT HER BC SHE WAS PLAYING THE DRUMS
harryfan3: i'm choosing to believe they're in love idc what anyone else says
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hs/ynupdates: Harry, Y/n, and her sisters in New York after ONO tonight! Apparently Harry and Y/n were standing and walking very close to each other. Like arms wrapped around each other close.
harryfan2: that could literally mean anything tho. they're good friends why wouldn't they walk next to each other?
y/nfan14: i feel like they don't know if they're dating or not at this pointđ
y/nfan8: her sisters are so unserious i love it
y/nfan5: i love that they all showed up for harryđĽš
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yourbandinstagram: Thanks for having us, London!
y/nfan1: i can't believe i got to see harry and y/n perform in ONE NIGHT
harryfan3: sending my love and my tears to everyone who got to experience this historic night
harrystyles: Thank you for taking the time to share the stage with me. X.
yourbandfan2: how do y'all always look so good đ
I: So you opened for Harry Styles a few weeks ago and performed a song with him in New York.
Y/n: My sisters and I did, yeah.
I: How did that come about? Did your team call his team? Or was it more casual than that?
Y/n: Oh, definitely more casual. I think we were just hanging out together one morning and he kind of just suggested it. No bells and whistles or anything like that.
I: So can we expect (Your band) to join Harry on his upcoming tour, then?
Y/n: I don't think so. We're working on putting out a record of our own at the moment, but we do want to get back out on the road soon, but I will definitely be attending more of his shows in the future.
I: And what can we expect from this upcoming record? Did Harry help you the way you helped him out?
Y/n: I've sent him a couple things to listen to, and I value his opinion a lot, both as a friend and as an artist. He also showed me a couple records recently which kind of influenced how I approached some of the songs sonically. He's got a huge vinyl collection at his house. I'm honestly kind of jealous.
I: There's been some rumors running around that you and Harry are in a romantic relationship. Would you like to put any of those rumors to rest?
Y/n: I could see where people might think that. Harry's very affectionate by nature, and over the last couple of months we've become very close. He's not just someone I admire in the music industry, but as a person in general. I feel incredibly lucky to call him a friend. And a close one, at that.
I: So just a friend then?
Y/n: Yeah. Yeah, just a friend.
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A little (time called) resus fantasy that asks you to use your imagination as to how we got here. Feel free to DM with your ideas. đ
You are naked from the waist up. You have a blanket over your bottom half to give you some sense of dignity. They are pounding on your already bruised and battered chest endlessly. Your chest caves so deep with each one at this point. Your ample chest is exposed and your breasts show the impact of the doctor's compressions. You arm hangs partially off the table, bouncing with each one. You have a tube down your throat and the nurse is pumping air to you through it with a bag.
Leads are connected all over your chest measuring all of your vitals, of which there are none at the moment. The monitor makes a high pitched buzzing sound. The team around you is working tirelessly as I watch them from the corner of the room.
One nurse is giving you resuscitation meds through an IV in your arm⌠A doctor is doing compressions because all of the nurses in the room have exhausted themselves doing so for the better part of an hourâŚ.Another nurse is chartingâŚ. The other continues filling your lungs with airâŚ. The final one stands by the monitor, paddles at the readyâŚ.
Itâs your third code today. The others were short; a minute or two at first, then ten. You have been shocked nine times in total. Five of them were at 360j during this code alone. You have maxed out on drugs. But your heart has not had electrical activity for over 20 minutes now
⌠itâs been too long; I can tell- you look different- there is a void in the roomâŚ
Another doctor comes into the room. She sees the âtime downâ reading on the monitor. It says 47 minutes 52 seconds. She goes to the doctor doing compressions and puts her hand on her shoulder. âShe is gone. You have to let her goâ she says earnestly.
âSheâs youngâ they say.
âShe is healthyâ they say.
âCan we go just a few more minutes?â One begs.
The doctor doesnât stop right away. Then she pauses with her hands still on your chest then slowly pulls them away across your breast. The nurse does not stop breaths until the doctor sighs deeply and tears well up. âShe has been down 48 minutes 35 seconds. We have to call itâŚ.Time of Death: 15:42âŚâ
Now your bodyâs still. I sink to the floor.
No one else moves right away. Then, the doctor rips off her gloves and yells, âDamn it! I canât believe weâve lost another one!â and leaves the room. The other doctor follows her out to the hallway. I watch the nurses start unattaching leads, remove the tube from your throat, and pull the blanket up to your neck.
You are gone. There was no saving you. What is left for me?
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The Lost Girl
You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.
[Part Two of Three]
Authorâs Note:Â This is... terrible. As with everything I've written before, I lost interest in this idea. But since I posted part one, I NEEDED to post a part two. Unfortunately, this then turned into three parts, so I need to start writing that now. Joy -_- Words: 7.6K
In the privacy of the cave that was once a popular resort, you pace around the space as you poke at the burning wound on your shoulder. You can already see the venom from the bite poisoning the flesh around the wound and you grimace. "Fuck."
"What can we do?" Dwayne asks.
"Nothing."
Paul and Marko quickly ignite the barrels around the cave as David and Dwayne keep watch over you, and you pull your phone out from your back pocket, sighing with relief when you see you still have two bars of reception. Without meeting anyone's gaze, you find Klaus' contact and call him. The first call goes to voicemail, as does the second, third, and fourth.
"Answer the phone, Niklaus Mikaelson!" You hiss into a voicemail. Then finding Elijah's contact, you call him and sag with relief when you hear him pick up. "Where's your idiot brother?"
"Well hello to you too, Miss Gilbert."
"Elijah, I love you, but now is not the time. I'm on a time limit here. Where. Is. Your. Brother?"
The phone line goes quiet and then, "What happened?"
"A couple of werewolves decided to make camp in territory that doesn't belong to them." There was no beating around the bush. Not if you wanted the cure as soon as possible.
"We're on our way."
"Please hurry."
"Are you in a safe place? Does anyone know what you are?"
"Yeah. My new friends are vampires, but they're different. They're forced to sleep from sunup to sundown."
"Put them on."
"You're on speaker," you say as you press the speaker option.
"To whomever is listening, you need to prepare. YN's health will deteriorate very quickly, and she will hallucinate. She won't know who you are. Do you have a place away from innocent civilians?"
"Yes," David answers. "We're pretty well removed from the humans. At the bottom of Hudson's Bluff, there's an entrance into our home."
"Good. Niklaus and I will get there as quickly as we can. You might want to have chains on hand because YN will either try to harm herself or you. And YN? I know you hate it, but if they sleep while the sun is up, you need to give up your daylight ring so you can't leave."
"Figures." You sigh.
"We'll be there soon."
Elijah hangs up and you place your phone aside on an upturned crate. Pacing once more, you nervously fidget with your daylight ring that Elijah mentioned. You've never felt comfortable parting with it, but you know things are about to get crazy and you can't risk leaving the cave while the boys are sleeping.
"I haven't taken my ring off since it was given to me," you say. Hesitantly, you slip it off and glance at Dwayne. "If you lose it, I will murder you."
Dwayne doesn't even crack a smile, but he does accept the ring when you hold it out for him. He stares at it and then slips it onto his pinky. "You'll get this back as soon as you're cured."
"I know." You smile sadly at him and then meet the concerned gazes of Paul and Marko.
"Do we really need to chain you up?" Paul asks.
"It would be best."
"We're not chaining you up," Dwayne says. "What's the next option?"
"Nothing. If you leave me free, you need to barricade wherever it is you guys' sleep. I don't want to risk flipping my shit and thinking you're all threats when you can't defend yourself."
Marko nods. "We can do that. Anything else?"
"Yeah. Go out and feed. If shit hits the fan when you guys wake up, you're gonna want your full strength."
"We're not leaving you," Dwayne says.
At that, you smile softly. "I'll be fine right now. I'll clean off that mattress over there," you say while pointing to the mattress in question, "and try to get some sleep. It'll start off like a fast-acting flu before the craziness sets in."
Dwayne opens his mouth to retort, but David pulls rank. "She's right. Let's go."
Instead of arguing, Dwayne says, "Fine, but don't mess with that mattress and blanket. We can still access some of the rooms in this place, so we'll find you a better mattress."
"Okay."
As the four boys take their leave, you lay on the sofa and attempt to remain calm. You already know how this is going to go thanks to Rose and Damon being bit by a werewolf before, and you're dreading it.
. .
. .
The boys return hours later- Paul and Marko riding the high of a fuck and feed whereas David and Dwayne have yet to forget what's waiting for them in the cave. They immediately recognize something is off when Paul and Marko go quiet, and then hear Marko hesitantly calling out your name.
David and Dwayne rush into the main room to see you sitting on the couch, hunched over your knees with your hands clasped around your ears. But the moment Marko touches your uninjured shoulder, you snap. You hiss and grab Marko by the throat, moving so fast and pinning him to the couch you were just sitting on.
"Where's my brother?! Who are- what did you do with him?!"
"YN? YN it's me Marko. I don't-"
"Stop lying!"
"Grab her," David says.
Dwayne doesn't waste a second, flying over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You buck and hiss in his hold, and he's surprised by the strength you possess even while injured. "She's burning up," he tells them.
"Holy shit. Have the hallucinations started already?" Paul asks, helping his stunned brother up.
Marko huffs. "Uh, yeah! Do you think any of us have ever met her brother?"
"Fair."
You continue to scream and thrash, and it isn't until David walks in front of you and grasps your face between his hands do you calm down. "YN. You're in Santa Carla, not Mystic Falls. None of us know who your brother is."
He can see when your mind clears, the glaze in your eyes dimming just a little.
"David..?"
"There you are." The blonde smirks as he releases your face. "I think you gave Marko a bit of a scare."
Your gaze darts to Marko who grins at you and then glance down at the arms banded around you. "What did I do?" You ask.
"Nothing much, girlie," Marko assures you. "I was just surprised by your strength."
"Dwayne?"
"You surprised him by pinning him to the couch. You didn't hurt him."
The moment you sag in Dwayne's hold, David instructs Marko and Paul to get your temporary room ready. Dwayne sets you on your feet, but he doesn't let you go. Instead, he sits on the couch and drags you down until you're sitting sideways on his lap.
"Everything hurts," you whine as you settle, resting your head on Dwayne's shoulder. "I just want it to stop."
"What can we do?"
"Nothing. Only the cure will stop it."
"What is the cure?" David asks. "You never said."
You hesitate to answer, but figure they're going to find out soon anyway. "It's Klaus' blood. It's why ninety-nine percent of infected vampires die. They either don't know there's a cure or Klaus refuses to give up his blood."
"So, he has the ability to infect and save a vampire with his bite and blood?"
Shivering, you nod.
"Did he ever bite you?" Dwayne asks. "When you were enemies?"
"No, but he did bite my friend Caroline. And then he saved her because he's in love with her."
Neither say anything and the only noise is that from Paul and Marko who are setting up your space. You continue to shake and whimper in Dwayne's hold, waiting until you can lay down. And then when it's all done, Dwayne stands and carries you over to the mattress.
"Sun's almost up. Do you need anything?"
"No." You curl up, dragging a sheet over yourself. "Just go and barricade yourselves in. If I somehow find you and you manage to wake up, snap my neck. I'll wake up eventually."
"Dibs on snapping-"
"We're not snapping her neck," Dwayne snarls at Paul. "Shut up."
Paul's eyes widen as Marko snickers at his misfortune. You manage a weak smile before letting your eyes drift close, and then the space darkens when the sheets around you are settled in place.
"You think she'll still be alive when we wake up?" Marko asks.
"Yes."
Dwayne stalks off and the boys watch him go. Only when he's out of earshot does David say, "For all of our sakes, those friends of hers better get here soon. I have a feeling Dwayne will brood for a long while if something happens to YN."
"Are mates real?" Paul suddenly wonders. "Because as far as I know, Dwayne and YN haven't even kissed, and our boy is protective and possessive."
David chuckles. "Who knows. Now come on. Sun's here."
As soon as the words leave David's mouth, shafts of sunlight start filtering in, and the boys make a beeline for the tunnel that leads to their own sleeping quarters.
The moment the sun dips below the horizon and the Lost Boys' eyes snap open, none of them waste another second hanging upside down. They fly down and rush towards the main room but hesitate by the opening of the tunnel to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing seems amiss, so they head on out.
One by one, the vampires spread out with Dwayne heading towards YN's sleeping space. He pulls back the sheets and what he finds has the breath stilling in his lungs. YN lays there, paler than ever with sweat slicked skin. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and it appears as if she's barely breathing.
"Find her phone. Call her friends. Now!" David barks.
Paul and Marko immediately go on the hunt and Dwayne steps onto the mattress, lowering himself down next to her. "..YN?"
With your peaceful slumber interrupted, your eyes flutter open, but readily fall back shut, and you whine as you register the pain your body is in. "Noooo."
"You gotta get up, sweetheart."
"S'too late. You should go. Don't need to see this." You weakly push at the hand smoothing hair from your forehead. "Go."
"No."
Tears gather behind your eyelids, and you manage to open them to get one last look. You sigh at seeing Dwayne's anguished features and then turn your head, only to find David and the others standing where your sheets once hung. "Thank you. For taking me in," you mumble. "I forgot what it felt like to have people treat me with decency."
"You're talking like you're dyin', girlie," Paul muses. "You ain't goin' nowhere. Not if we have any say so in the matter."
You manage a weak smile before you let your eyes fall shut. "If only.."
"Hey. Hey, no. Open your eyes." Dwayne lifts your upper body, moving behind you to cradle you between his thighs and against his chest. "Open your eyes, YN."
"Stop, Dwayne. Please." Being jostled makes you whimper even more. "It hurts too much."
"Your friends will be here soon."
"Will they?" Your head falls back until it's resting on Dwayne's shoulder, and you open your eyes to see him. You weakly reach up, fingers caressing his jaw as you attempt to smile. "We would have annoyed the others so much."
"We still can."
"Maybe in our next life."
"Well, that's a bit dramatic." The boys all hiss at the accented voice and you choke on a sob. "And here I thought your sister Elena was the best actress in the Gilbert family."
"Klaus."
"Hello, love. You look unwell."
You frown. "I feel like shit."
"Language, Miss Gilbert."
Your gaze slides to Klaus' left and you smile. "Hello, Elijah."
Elijah smiles at you and then turns his attention to his brother. "Please heal Miss Gilbert so that we may convene elsewhere. No offense to your living situation," he then says while nodding at David.
You snort and then groan, and Klaus finally takes pity on you. He pulls something out of his pocket and then tosses it at Dwayne. "Help her drink that."
Dwayne catches a vial in hand, notices the thick red liquid inside, and quickly uncorks it. He holds the vial to your lips, and you readily drink Klaus' blood. You take a moment to catch your breath afterward, groaning as you push yourself to sit up. "Sooo, that was fun. Let's not do it again." Paul and Marko laugh, and then you twist your upper body a little to look at Dwayne. "Aren't you glad I didn't die?"
"I knew you wouldn't."
"Yeah, yeah. Now help me up. I feel gross and need to go back to my hotel to shower." Dwayne hurriedly climbs to his feet, offering you a hand up. You groan some more, stretching and grimacing now that you're no longer horizontal.
"So, like are you healed now?" Paul asks.
"Pretty much. I just need a good shower, a bite to eat, and to listen to my gut instinct and not follow David into the woods to hunt a goddamn werewolf."
Paul and Marko snicker as Elijah and Klaus turn towards the blonde in question. He lazily smirks, uncaring that the most feared vampire and hybrid are staring him down. "You might have followed me into the woods, but you tackled that wolf off of Dwayne when it had him pinned."
Klaus groans and Elijah shakes his head. "We should have known."
"Oh whatever." You avoid everyone's stare except for Dwayne's. "Thanks for tucking me and not leaving when I said so." You wink at him. "I'll meet you on the boardwalk in half an hour."
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. .
It doesn't take you long whatsoever to shower, change, and guzzle down a couple blood bags that Elijah had taken the liberty to retrieve for you.
"Well, you look awfully dressed up for this deranged little town," Klaus says.
You smirk and give a little twirl, the skirt of your dress flaring out just above your knees. "Well, I gotta make up for how I looked just an hour ago."
"You really like this vampire, don't you?" Elijah wonders.
You shrug, suddenly bashful as you hunt down your cropped leather jacket. "I mean, he's nice."
Klaus snorts. "Nice doesn't catch your attention, sweetheart. Try again."
Slipping into your jacket, you quietly groan. "He's.. protective. And mine. And if anyone hurts him or his brothers, I will hurt them back."
When you meet the brothers' stare, you find them both smiling at you.
"It's about time you found someone," Elijah says. "Niklaus and I were starting to worry."
"Of course, you were." Your eyes roll, but you're still smiling fondly. "Now can we go? I also want human food now."
You, Elijah, and Klaus run to the boardwalk, blending in with the nightlife so no one sees you appear from between one blink and the next. The boardwalk brings a smile to your face, especially when the Mikaelson's look so out of place.
It isn't hard to find the Lost Boys since you know their usual hangouts and make a beeline for them leaning against the railing near their motorbikes. There are a few girls hanging around them, Paul and Marko eating the attention up and stringing along the poor girls with eyes for them. David and Dwayne, however, seem wholly uninterested in the two girls vying for their attention and you smile mischievously.
You saunter in Dwayne's direction, making sure to catch his gaze as you only have eyes for him. His eyes seem to pass over you before quickly flickering back and the moment his lips curve into a smile, you laugh. The girl who'd been standing too close in order to speak with him looks in your direction, frowning, but you completely ignore her. You walk right up to Dwayne, hands sliding around his bare waist under his jacket as you lean up on the tips of your toes to capture his lips in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, immediately kissing you back as his own arms wrap around your waist to pull you against him.
The wolf-whistles and jeers from his brothers do nothing to deter you, nor does Elijah and Klaus' presence.
"Uh, excuse me?" The feminine voice interrupting you makes you mentally snarl.
You pull back and glance at the female for a second. "You're excused."
"We were talking."
"No, you were talking, and he was waiting for me. Now run along, little girl. Your presence isn't needed."
"Y'ow! That was cold, girlie." Paul calls out.
You wink at Paul and then look back at Dwayne. Lifting your left hand, you wiggle your empty ring finger. "I believe you have something of mine."
Dwayne smirks as he pulls your daylight ring off his pinky, sensually sliding your ring back into its rightful place. When it's settled on your finger, you chuckle before chastely kissing him again.
The girl who'd been vying for David's attention is apparently the smartest of the bunch and she readily rounds up her girls to walk off. Paul and Marko mockingly wave at them as they scoff at you still in Dwayne's arms, and you press a kiss to his bare chest before stepping aside and tucking yourself under his arm.
"Well, you're feeling better," David drawls.
"Mhm. Nothing like a little blood to perk one right back up."
The Lost Boys all chuckle but leave it to a Mikaelson to bring your mood back down.
"Well since you're in good spirits," Elijah says and your smile drops.
"Elijah, no."
"Your family is growing impatient with your prolonged absence."
You groan. "Have they gotten Bonnie to track me?"
"Yes, but fortunately I thought about that in advance and have had you under a cloaking spell for quite some time now," Klaus says with a smirk. "They're not very happy with me at the moment."
"They never are," you muse. After a moment, you sigh a little as you lean more into Dwayne. "I'm gonna have to visit, aren't I? Just to shut them up."
"Yes."
"When do we leave?"
"As soon as our witch gets your new friends their daylight jewelry."
Klaus and Elijah smirk as it takes a moment for their words to sink in. And when they do, you jerk out of Dwayne's hold. "Wait, what?! You're getting them-"
Klaus shrugs as if it's no big deal. "It's more for me than it is for you. No one other than Elijah and I know your new friends are a different breed of vampires. It'll be a nice surprise when Damon steps out of line."
You huff a laugh and then face the boys. "Would you guys even be interested in leaving Santa Carla for a bit if the jewelry works?"
"Uh, hell yes," Paul blurts.
Marko eagerly nods, Dwayne shrugs, and David frowns.
"We can't leave Santa Carla unprotected. If we do, other vampires are likely to move in."
"Fear not, I'll have some associates stay behind to make sure that doesn't happen," Klaus says. "And they'll even hunt down the wolf who bit YN, and any others trespassing since I'm assuming you boys run the entire city."
David doesn't seem too impressed, but with Paul and Marko overly eager, you can see that he doesn't want to squash their fun. "Are you sure these daylight rings will work for us?" He asks, looking at Elijah and Klaus.
"Yes. Though we figured rings wouldn't fit your aesthetic, so we have leather bracelets being fitted with the spelled stone. They should be ready in a day or two since the witch has to tweak the spell a bit."
"Well okay then."
"Yes!" You beam. Quickly grabbing hold of Dwayne's hand, you start tugging him away from the group. "So, while you all come up with a plan for our departure, Dwayne and I are going to go for a walk. Near death experience and all that, so I'm feeling a little bit foolish."
Elijah and Klaus immediately scowl, and you wink. "Love you, boys. Don't murder my friends."
Dwayne laughs as you hurriedly tug him away then, disappearing into the crowd of locals and tourists. You drag him past all the rides and booths, heading for a small, darkened pier. You lead him towards the very end, turning your back on the ocean and facing Dwayne as you lean against the railing. "Hi," you muse.
"Hi." He steps closer, caging you against the railing as he leans his head down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Glad to see you're not on death's door anymore."
"Feels good not to be on death's door anymore." You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist so you're hugging him. "So, are you ready to get out of Santa Carla for a few days?"
"Depends. Do you think these bracelets will work?"
"Yes. The witches aren't dumb enough to double cross the Mikaelson's."
"Mhm. And what should we expect in Mystic Falls? What should I expect in Mystic Falls?"
You slowly grin. "Is this your way of asking if I left anyone behind, Dwayne?"
"Yes."
"God, I love that you're so blunt." You quickly lean up to peck his lips. "And no. I didn't leave anyone behind. I'm older than my sister's friend group, so I didn't go there with any of the boys. I almost had a fling with Damon, but I refused to play into his games when I realized he was doing anything to rile up my sister and his brother. And then there's that whole thing that happened with Caroline, and I've never forgiven him for it. I don't know how my sister managed to look past it."
"What thing?"
"Damon lured Caroline to bed, using her to feed and fuck. Sometimes, he'd show her what he was and practically brutalize her before compelling her to forget and then do it all over again the next night. He pretty much raped her and now my sister believes he's the love of her life."
Dwayne scowls. "She the girl that turned the same night as you?"
"Yep. She knocked him on his ass when all her memories returned, but she was just expected to fall in line and treat him as a friend when all was said and done."
"That's messed up."
"Yeah." You heave a sigh, shrugging. "Their whole friend group is toxic as hell which was the main motivator for me getting the hell out of there. And now I gotta return so they know I'm alive and well, so they can stop blaming Elijah and Klaus for anything."
"If this Damon guy so much as looks at you wrong..."
"Then I give full permission to snap his neck or rough him up some. Just don't kill him because then I'll never hear the end of it."
"No promises."
You laugh and kiss him once more. "Fair enough. Now let's go do some gross couple-y shit and piss off a few humans before we're stuck with your brothers and my family for a week."
It took nearly two days for Klaus' witch to pull through, delivering the bracelets to your hotel suite that the Mikaelson's had been staying in with you. The three of you then left for the cave where Klaus urged you to wake your friends before the sun set so they could try their bracelets. They'd been none too happy to be woken, but all too eager to try the bracelets once you told them they were done.
Paul, being the guinea pig, put his bracelet on and cautiously held his hand in a ray of sunlight. When his hand didn't smoke or burst into flames, he stepped fully into the light and held his breath before letting out a whoop of delight.
Another perk that came with the bracelet was that once the bracelets had been secured around their wrists, they all noticed that they weren't fatigued by the sun anymore. The lost boys took great pleasure in leaving the cave and standing atop Hudson's Bluff in broad daylight, and then Klaus urged everyone to hurry because Santa Carla was very much beneath him.
While Klaus called some contacts to be stationed around the little town, while also giving them the task of hunting down any werewolf in Santa Carla, you let your hotel know that you'd be gone for a week. Elijah assured the boys they'd have everything once they reached Mystic Falls, and then it wasn't long until everyone was loaded up onto a private jet.
. .
. .
There's a large SUV waiting at the airport just outside of Mystic Falls and you all pile in with Elijah getting behind the wheel. And instead of driving straight to their home, Elijah drives through the town so the boys can see just exactly where it is you came from.
"Everything's so.. clean," Marko muses as he stares out a window.
"I can't believe you grew up here," Paul then adds. "These people aren't gonna chase us out of town with pitchforks and torches, are they?"
You laugh. "Not the humans, but my family and friends will most definitely try."
Klaus points out the Mystic Grill and that it'll be where everyone will make their grand entrance after the boys don appropriate attire. And then it's off to their precious mansion and you take great joy in the boys' impressed expressions upon seeing it for the first time.
"Max's beach house has nothing on this house," Paul says in awe.
"You know where your room is, Miss Gilbert," Elijah says as you enter the foyer of the mansion. And with a lingering stare and then a sigh, he adds, "And if your beau wants to stay with you, that's fine with us." You meet Dwayne's stare and wiggle your eyebrows, earning a smile and nod in return. "As for the rest of you, please follow me so we can get you situated."
"Shower and change," Klaus calls out on his way towards his studio. "The fun begins in one hour."
Dwayne follows you to your room as Elijah shows everyone else to theirs. He walks in behind you, taking in the extravagant room and lavish decor. Dwayne's eyebrow arches. "You grew up like this?"
You chuckle as you open a closet to choose an outfit for yourself. "No. The Mikaelson's are filthy rich compared to everyone in this town. I lived in a much smaller, less fancy house."
"Yet you're completely at home here."
"When you meet my sister and her friends later, you'll understand why I've spent so much time here." You pull out an outfit and turn towards Dwayne. "Now go shower while I get Elijah to deliver whatever clothes he has for you. I'll shower in Rebekah's room."
"Or we can shower together."
"Absolutely not!" You hear Klaus' shout all the way from downstairs.
Laughing, you nudge Dwayne towards the shower and then go in search of Elijah. You ask for Dwayne's clothing to be delivered to your room while you use Rebekah's shower. You hurriedly shower and change, and when you exit you find Rebekah waiting on her bed.
"So who's the riff raff?" She asks.
"Hello to you too, Bex," you muse. At her expectant expression, you say, "They're my new friends."
"Sex friends?" She wiggles her eyebrows.
"Ew. No." You pause a beat and then, "Well.."
"I knew it. Which one is it?"
"Dwayne. He's showering in my room so I don't think you've seen him. And unfortunately, there's been no sex. Not yet at least."
She grins. "Where did you meet them?"
"Santa Carla. It's where I've been staying and plan to stay now," you admit. "They, uh, they're vampires. Not our kind, but the kind that look truly monstrous when their faces change. And they can fly."
"Well, that's interesting."
"Not as interesting as the fact that we're not telling anyone what they are unless they have to intervene in some drama."
Rebekah's eyes light up and you laugh at her sudden interest. "So what's the plan?"
"We're all going to the Grill just so everyone can see that I'm alive and well, and that your brother isn't keeping me in a dungeon somewhere. We'll probably be here for a week before we go back to California."
"Excellent. We're having a party."
"No."
"Can it be one of those fancy parties?" You startle at the voice, turning to see Paul and Marko standing in the doorway. "We really want to see YN in a poofy dress."
"Absolutely not."
"Ohhhh. A ball!"
You sigh, knowing it's a losing battle. You glare at your friends, but then take a moment to take in what you're actually seeing. Without the dirty jeans, mesh shirts, and tattered jackets, the boys actually look pretty decent. Marko kept his hair the same, but you were surprised to see Paul's hair in a messy bun. Both wore stylish ripped skinny jeans, band tees, and Doc Martens. "You boys clean up well."
Marko smirks. "You should see David."
When your brain reboots, you hurriedly step into your own shoes before rushing down the stairs with the laughing boys behind you. You find Elijah and David in the kitchen, most likely drinking blood from a mug since Elijah made it clear there was no killing within the town limits, and gape. David stands there in a burgundy dress shirt with the top two buttons left open, a black winter peacoat with its collar popped, fitted jeans, and brown boots.
"Keep staring like that and Dwayne will get jealous."
Your jaw clicks shut and then you can't help but laugh. "Enjoying the fresh clothes?"
"It's better than using the clothes of our victims."
You catch sight of Rebekah's nose wrinkling and you laugh. "Yeah. Definitely better than stealing from the dead."
You properly introduce Rebekah to David, Paul, and Marko, and let them chat as she asks to see their vampire face. Paul happily obliges and even the blonde Original is impressed with the difference between your breed of vampires. Klaus soon joins the group, and you're all enjoying warmed up blood from the fridge when you see Dwayne enter from the corner of your eye.
Turning to face him, your gaze sweeps along him from head to toe. He's in a white dress shirt that's been left unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, snug faded jeans resting on his hips, and black boots adoring his feet. His hair has been pulled into a ponytail, only on the last loop through he didn't pull his hair all the way through and left the strands trapped so it's all hanging above his neck still.
And holy hell does he look good.
"Maybe telling you boys to shower was a mistake." Rebekah snorts at your ogling and you snap out of it before making your way to Dwayne. "Hi." You kiss his cheek. "You look nice."
"Right back at 'ya."
"As bloody adorable as you two are," Rebekah says, "can we go? It's been a while since I've annoyed your friends."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."
Rebekah isn't too keen on squishing herself between two strangers, so she takes her own vehicle. And not wanting her to drive alone, you grab Dwayne's hand and lead him along until you're pushing him towards the backseat of her car while climbing into the passenger seat yourself. He's quiet on the drive, but listens as Rebekah asks you about your travels.
When Rebekah finally parks at Mystic Grill, you get out and immediately wrap your hand around Dwayne's. You're giddy as you get closer to the front entrance, ignoring Rebekah's teasing. Then upon entering the establishment, you scan the place for Elijah or Klaus or the other boys. And a moment later, Paul's eager waving from the back catches your attention.
Rebekah saunters her way through Mystic Grill while you and Dwayne follow. They've pushed three tables together with Elijah and Klaus sitting on either end. Paul and Marko are sitting across from each other, closest to Klaus, and David is sitting near Elijah. Rebekah chooses the seat across from David, closest to Elijah, which forces you and Dwayne to sit across from one another instead of side by side.
Elijah tells the table to order whatever they want, and there's a mad scramble for the menus when a handful are dropped off.
"YN?"
You glance up and over your shoulder, and smile politely at the blonde haired, blue eyed ex-boyfriend of your sister. "Hey, Matty. Long time no see."
He smiles, but then that smile falters when he notices the company you're keeping. "Are you, uh, are you good?"
"Never been better," you muse. "And you?"
"It's Mystic Falls." He shrugs. "You know how it is."
"Yeah. I do."
A beat passes and then Matt clears his throat. "So what can I get everyone to drink?"
Elijah, Klaus, and David all get bourbon, Rebekah and Dwayne get sweet tea, Marko gets lemonade, and you and Paul order Coke.
As Matt takes his leave, Rebekah starts to chuckle. "Well if your sister didn't know you were in town, she will now."
"I know," you groan. "I know we're here to ruffle some feathers, but I was hoping we would be able to eat in peace."
"Are they really that bad?" Marko asks.
You shrug. "If Damon wasn't involved, it would be tense but a decent time. But since Damon will be involved, he'll do his best to antagonize one or all of the Mikaelson's. Maybe even you guys since you're new and friends of mine."
"Well we do love some good verbal spars." Paul wiggles his eyebrows and you playfully roll your eyes.
Matt soon returns with the drinks and then takes everyone's order. Elijah and Klaus don't want any food, but all the lost boys order cheeseburgers and fries whereas you and Rebekah opt for chicken wraps and a basket of cheese fries each.
You barely have a moment to relax before your name's being called again and you mentally groan. Turning in your seat, you plaster on a friendly smile. "Hey, sis."
Elena stands there, happy yet anxious as she takes in those you're sitting with. "When did you get in?"
As she takes a step closer, you stand and awkwardly hug her. "Earlier today," you say. "Made some friends and what not, and thought I'd show them where I grew up."
"So you picked up some stragglers and thought it was a good idea to show them where you live?"
Your gaze slides to the right and you sigh. "Lived. Past tense. And hello to you too, Damon."
Damon smirks, blue eyes sparkling with a little malice as Elena stammers. "L-Lived? What are you talking about?"
You shrug. "Mystic Falls isn't that great of a fit for me anymore, so I found a place that was."
"So where do you live now?"
"Out of state."
"YN." Elena frowns. "I don't really think-"
"Drop it, Elena." You shake your head at her. "I'm the older sister here. If I wanna settle elsewhere, I will."
"But-"
"Elena."
Elena frowns, but wisely shuts her mouth, and Damon gestures to the side with his head. "As adorable as this squabble is, maybe we should take this outside. Family business and all."
"Funny. Last I checked, you are a Salvatore and these two lovely ladies are Gilberts," Elijah drawls.
Damon's smirk falls. "Stay out of it, Mikaelson."
Paul and Marko snicker as David and Klaus grin, but Dwayne is watching the conversation rather closely.
You roll your eyes with a sigh and stand up. "Whatever. I'm not going outside though. I'm starving and Matt will be back with our food any minute now."
You walk towards the hallway where the bathrooms are, leaning against the wall. Elena and Damon are on your heels, and they don't waste a second laying into you.
"What the hell, YN? You disappear for a year and then come back, only to let me know you're not even living here anymore?" Elena says.
"We're not children anymore. I don't have to run my relocation past you."
She gapes. "Well, no, but-"
"But nothing."
"Knock off the attitude," Damon says through gritted teeth. "We get that you think you're important because the Mikaelson's are manipulating you, but enough is enough. It's time to stop playing nice with the enemy and come home to your family like a good little girl."
You hiss in Damon's direction, taking a step towards him. "Last I checked, you're not family. Shut up and wait outside like the good little lap dog you are."
"YN!"
Before you can blink, a hand is around your throat and you're being shoved back into the wall. "Careful, YN. I might not be able to make your life difficult with the Mikaelson's, but you brought four brand new, very fragile guys into the mix."
"Damon, stop."
"I'll have no problem picking them off one by one until you behave."
Instead of rising to the bait, you slowly smirk at him. "I'd like to see you try."
"Am I interrupting?"
You, Elena, and Damon turn towards the open end of the hallway, and you smile at the sight of Dwayne. A very tense Dwayne. "Hi, baby," you coo. "And no, you're not. Is our food at the table?"
"Yes."
"I'll be right there." Dwayne glares at Damon before giving you a nod, and then he turns to walk away. As soon as he's out of sight, you reach up and grab onto Damon's wrist, yanking his hand from your neck and snapping his wrist. He hisses in pain and Elena gasps. "Touch me again and it'll be your neck I snap next," you snarl.
He sneers right back at you. "You have a weakness. Good to know."
"You go after him and I will fucking kill you," you suddenly seethe, fangs elongating in your sudden spike of anger. Then looking at your sister, you say, "If any of my friends are hurt by the hands of your little boy toy, we are done. For good. And given what we are, dear sister, that's a long time to have no contact with your only sister."
Elena sadly shakes her head. "You've changed."
"You're damn right I have. You and your enemies made me into the person I am today. I am done being talked down to and being walked all over. You have a problem, fix it yourself. Stop playing the woe is me card and deal with your life as it is. You wanted to lay with vampires? Well congratulations, Elena, you're laying with vampires and dealing with all the issues that come with the life you chose."
"I didn't want this!"
"Of course you did," you drawl. "Otherwise you would have turned the other way when Stefan let the vampire secret out of the bag. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a meal to eat and friends to show around."
You slam your shoulder into Damon on your way out of the hall, shaking your head in amusement when you catch sight of every Mikaelson and lost boy already staring at you. Paul has moved next to Marko, leaving the spot next to Dwayne empty for you.
"You good?" Dwayne asks as soon as you sit down.
"Peachy." Under the table, Dwayne pulls your chair closer to his and lays a hand rather possessively atop your thigh. You grin. "Now can we eat? I'm starving."
The first night back in Mystic Falls is fairly quiet. Your only run-ins were with Damon and Elena, but you did get text messages from Jeremy, Caroline, and Bonnie. Your brother and friends seem excited to know you're back in town, but explain their surprise with your sudden move. Jeremy tries to not so discreetly discover where you're now living, but you don't give up the location. You just tell them all that you're happy and you rather not say where you're living because Damon will do anything and everything to drag you back to Mystic Falls the moment something displeases Elena.
And the fact that none of them argue your point lets you know that they completely understand.
You and Rebekah then got to show the boys Mystic Falls at night, letting them see just how drastically different your hometown is compared to Santa Carla.
The boys, thankfully, don't cause any issues and your first night is easy.
Your second day in Mystic Falls, however, is proving to be testing your patience.
"I. Do. Not. Want. A. Birthday. Party."
"Too bad." Rebekah smirks. "We're throwing you one."
"You're my least favorite Mikaelson." Turning around, you sigh and pout. "Elijah, tell your sister no party."
"Sorry, Miss Gilbert. No can do."
"You're no fun. Klaus?"
Klaus merely smirks, attention never wavering from the canvas he's been painting his next masterpiece on.
"So, is this going to be a party party? Or a fancy party? I was digging those poofy dresses I saw in YN's phone," Paul muses.
Rebekah gasps as she perks up, and you groan. You'd hope they'd forgotten about that.
"No ball!" You snap. "I can deal with pretty dresses and suits, but nothing too fancy."
Rebekah immediately pouts, but she gives in fairly easily. "Fine. Then I'm inviting anyone and everyone."
"Fine."
"And your boys have to wear suits."
"Duh. If I'm dressing up, so are they."
"And cutting their hair."
"Absolutely not."
"Yes." Rebekah scowls. "Mullets are gross."
You shrug. "I don't disagree, but Marko and David somehow manage to pull it off."
"They need to go."
"Nope. Paul and Dwayne can do with a trim, but you're not touching the mullets."
"YN."
"Rebekah."
"They're gross."
"It's their style."
"Elijah!"
"Klaus!"
Both you and Rebekah, who'd managed to end up toe to toe in your back and forth, turn to look at her brothers. But instead of just finding the two of them, you find the lost boys watching along with amusement dancing in their eyes.
You and Rebekah both roll your eyes then, huffing simultaneously, which earns laughter in return.
"So, are we talking a live band or a DJ?" She then asks, ignoring all the men in the room.
"DJ, definitely."
"Food?"
"Anything small that can be eaten by hand."
As you and Rebekah walk off to plan, Elijah stares at the boys and stands. "Well since we're throwing a party, we must be fitted for new suits. Let's go, boys."
Paul whoops, but his delight only lasts as long as it takes for Klaus to remind him that he has to get his hair trimmed.
. .
. .
After spending the day planning a party with Rebekah and brainstorming what kind of dress you're looking for, you can finally call it a night after Klaus tells you not to wait up. Both he and Elijah have kept the boys out and about, none of them complaining because they're still awed about being able to be walking around in the sunlight annoying people that Klaus doesn't care for.
After showering and slipping into a tank top and pajama shorts, you lay in bed while scrolling through social media. You hear when all the men/boys return and can't help but smile when you hear Elijah's exasperation with his brother over telling a rather bawdy joke to your friends.
Then it isn't long until Dwayne enters your room and you put your phone down as he takes a clothing bag to hang in the closet. "Have fun?" You muse.
He gives you a deadpan look over his shoulder and you laugh. Dwayne then toes off his boots, sliding into the bed next to you with a quiet groan. "You know, I always wondered what it'd be like to have money." He drapes his arm over your stomach, dragging you closer to him so his nose is pressed to your temple as he breathes you in.
"And�"
"It's insane. Klaus was compelling everyone to get what he wanted, but Elijah was just dropping bills left and right without a care in the world."
You turn your head and kiss the underside of his jaw. "No drama?"
"We ran into that Damon guy and his own brother. They kept dropping not so subtle hints that Elijah and Klaus were dangerous individuals, and he wouldn't be surprised if our bodies were found in the woods sooner rather than later."
You snort with laughter. "And what did you guys say in return?"
His lips twitch. "Klaus pretended to compel us all, fed off Paul, and told them to mind their business. I thought that Stefan guy was about to blow a vein when Damon gritted his teeth and mentioned that we were important to you."
"Please tell me Klaus' bite didn't poison Paul," you grumble.
"Nah. That was the only upside of the night. We found that a werewolf's bite doesn't affect us like it did you. Elijah's impressed and is going to look into our breed of vampire."
"Well that's good, I guess. Did everyone get fitted?"
"Yeah, we're all good."
"Good." You scoot up and kiss square on the lips. "Now go shower and change into something more comfortable than jeans. I'm in the mood for some cuddles."
Dwayne grins and kisses you again, lingering a little longer and leaving you breathless after scraping his fangs along your bottom lip. "Just cuddles?"
"Hmm? No," you answer in a bit of a daze. "Definitely not. Now hurry up."
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[Aether meets a friend at the bar. Dewther.] Below the cut.
The bar is pleasantly warm when Aether shuffles inside, sniffling lightly as his nose dribbles slightly from the shift in temperature; It's a cold, dark, and shockingly dry November outside, but he'll gladly brave the frosty night air if it means he gets to hang out in a place like this for at least a little while.
"Oi, Aeth, over here!" a rough voice calls out from a booth in the corner, a pale, skinny arm shoots into the air, waving him over.
Aether smiles and makes his way over, weaving passed tables and chairs packed with other patrons, and plops himself down inside the booth with a soft "umph" as the seat gives more resistance than expected upon impact.
"Took you long enough." the other sniffs, not so much in an annoyed fashion but in more of a relieved way -Aether's known him for years, he should know by now what the difference is- and slides him over a glass of slowly warming beer, "Ice's already melted."
"It's fine, think I'll like it better warm with how cold it is out there." he sighs, slipping his coat off and setting it beside him on the bench, "Did I keep you waiting, Dew?"
The fire ghoul shrugs, stirring his own drink, something blood red and fruity, with his straw, "Ehn, not really, got here about fifteen minutes ago."
"It's funny," he adds, "how we can arrive here at different times despite leaving from the same location..."
Aether snorts.
"I had to make a stop along the way to grab a couple things..." he says, reaching into his coat pocket and revealing a small carboard box, which he flashes the label of to Dew before hiding it away again, "Forgive me?"
Dew shifts in his seat a little, "...I'll think about it."
"We don't have to-" Aether starts, but something in the way Dew meets his gaze makes him bite his tongue, "Tell me about your day."
And, just like that, the pair fall into a casual conversation, ranging from the wonderous bullshit that is having to do ministry paperwork, to tales of the younger, less seasoned ghouls getting up to shenanigans.
"-and then Aurora looked at me like I had two heads when I said I knew about the caves." Dew rolls his eyes, leaning backwards, his long red hair bobbing back and forth in the loose bun he's pulled it into, hands gesturing widely, "Like, it's the caves, Aeth, the caves."
"I remember when I first went there," Aether chuckles, "I thought it was super secluded, too, and then I found out-"
"-That the sauna is, like, right fucking there, yeah?" Dew finishes and Aether nods, grinning, "Ah, well, now she knows... Hahh..."
Aether sips his beer -his third overall- and sets the glass down with a heavy sigh, "It's been a while since we've gotten to hang out like this, ya know, one on one..."
"It has," Dew agrees, sitting back up so he can reach over and finish off his own drink, "us old timers don't get out that much, do we?"
"Ouch."
"What?"
"'Old timers'... You wound me, Dewdrop." Aether jokes, giving a yelp when Dew's foot collides with his ankle, "What was that for?"
"We're old, Aeth, nothin' wrong with admitting that." he ruffles slightly, "Just means we have more experience..."
Dew's foot brushes against Aether's leg again, but this time the movement is softer, more deliberate, as he slides it upwards, stopping about midcalf, "...Right?"
Aether lets out a little huff, "Cheeky as ever..."
"You like it." Dew hums, leaning forward, "How about you and me get out of here?"
"Your place or mine?"
"We'll just start walking and see where we end up first."
Dew laughs, hiding his face behind his hand when a handful of the other patrons look over.
"...I like the sound of that." he whispers, and Aether feels, more than he sees, his fear.
Dew pays their bill, and Aether makes himself a wall.
They walk back to the abbey, watching the lights of the town turn into distant sparks, moving at a leisurely pace until the sidewalk turns into grass and then finely compacted earth underfoot.
Dew's hand, which had been brushing against his the whole way, but never quite catching, finds its way into Aether's, and their fingers slip together easily.
Everything about what they're doing feels easier when it's dark, when no one can see it, when it feels safe.
Even still...
"I love you." he says, "You know that, right?"
I know. I love you, too." Dew gives his hand a squeeze, "It's just... People can be dicks when it comes to things they don't understand."
"Fuck 'em." Aether lifts his chin, giving a little grunt, before lowering his head and sighing, "I get it though... Better safe than sorry, even in a town like ours... I wish it was different, but I also know things aren't going to change overnight."
"Sorry for bringing the mood down-"
"No! I mean, no, it's good." Aether clarifies, turning towards Dew and holding his other hand, "It's... you're being logical. I just, when I'm with you, it's easy to... to forget."
"I'm just being paranoid-"
They both pause, taking a deep breath.
"...No more scary real world shit?" Dew sticks his pinkie out towards Aether, who hooks his around it, "Yeah?"
"You've got a deal, Sparks."
Dew unruffles a bit, releasing Aether's hands so he can stretch and soothe the tension in his, well, everything.
"Back on track." Aether says, reaching into his jacket pocket and withdrawing the package from earlier; A box of condoms that seems to have already been opened, although it's hard to tell in the dark.
"Right here??" Dew flusters, looking around, "Aether-"
"Wait, shit-" Aether digs deeper into his pocket, "-Not that one, not yet... Fuck, where did I-OH!"
Aether withdraws a smaller box from his breast pocket, "Forgot I put it there... Ha, ha..."
"Aether, what..."
The quint, opens the box and holds it out towards Dewdrop, easing himself down onto one knee.
"I was going to wait, surprise you with it later, but I..."
Dew practically bowls him over with the force of his hug.
"Right here?" Aether teases, and Dew gives a wet laugh.
"You wanna marry me?" Aether asks as Dew wraps his arms around him.
"Only if you wanna marry me." Dew replies and Aether snickers.
"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to." he says, rubbing his back as the wobbly laughter turns into genuine crying, "Oh, love..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just..." Dew deflates a bit, "Fuck, I'm just all over the place tonight..."
"You wanna talk about it?" Aether asks, feeling Dew pull away, "What's wrong?"
Dew digs into his pocket.
"I was trying to think of a good time to ask... I was stressing out about it all night and then you, and I, and..."
Aether looks at the gold band pinched between Dew's trembling fingers.
"You-"
The fire ghoul captures his lips.
"Right here." he gasps.
"Right here, right now."
.
.
.
"Aether, Dew, you're back-" Mountain greets as the pair stumbles into the common room, staring as he takes in their messed up hair and wrinkled clothing, "...Do I wanna know what happened?"
Dew wipes his nose on his shirt, which is covered in mud and... something Mountain decides not to acknowledge at the moment.
"...We're getting married?"
"You're what-"
"Married. Going to be." Aether supplies unhelpfully, then claps him on the shoulder, "Wanna be my best man?"
Mountain opens his mouth, then closes it, assessing the situation, and then sighs.
"You know what? Sure, but also, what the fuck-"
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Who would get snapped by Thanos?
(also on Ao3)
Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.
Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around andâ
Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.
Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest oneâcouldn't have been more than 14âturned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.
The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.
No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.
He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.
That was two down already.
No.
No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.
He picked another number.
It clicked.
"Roy, are youâ"
"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. Sheâshe..."
"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."
There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.
"Roy?"
After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.
He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.
"Guys?"
The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.
"Hello? Anyone?"
He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.
"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"
Silence.
He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.
"Oracle! I'm glad you'reâ"
But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.
Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.
Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.
"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"
He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.
"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."
He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.
"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.
"Akhi?"
Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.
"I don't feel so good."
"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.
"IâI don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fistsâoh God, they're so tinyâclung to Jason's shirt.
But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.
After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.
"You're still here."
"Arf!"
"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."
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The One With the Bagel
uhhh this is super overdue but here it is for the new year!! i hope you guys like it!! also hope you guys have had a happy and safe holiday season! x. chandler bing x female!reader summary: after making plans, chandler bing shows the cool, alternative girl from canada around the city word count: ~2.9k warnings: none <previous next>
Chandler made good on his promise to show you around. Of course he did, how could he not? You gave him your number. Chandler may be stupid, but if he turned down the opportunity to hang out with you, heâd have Joey check him into a mental institution.
He didnât call you right away, he figured it would be best to wait a few days. He wanted to wait at least three days, but he caved at two and a half and left you a voicemail on his lunch break.
He had rehearsed it many times and written it down several times. He wanted to get the words just right.
âHey, y/n. Sorry to bother you, but if you still want to, Iâm still open to showing you around the city. Or, well, parts. Um, yeah. Iâm free this weekend, we can get coffee too or something if you want. But just let me know. Bye.â
When he hung up, he felt like the air had been pulled directly from his lungs and he immediately wanted to shoot himself. Why did he stutter so much? He knew why, but why? Why did he say âbutâ so many times?
He did his best not to think about it for the rest of the day.
When he got home from work, exhausted as all hell, he had managed to forget about the whole phone call for at least an hour. But the moment he walked through the door, Joey called his name with a smirk and a strange look in his eyes.
âWhatâs with you?â Chandler asked, loosening his tie and finally being able to breathe again.
Instead of answering right away, his friend pointed to the phone and said, âShe left you a message, man!â
His stomach dropped to his toes and he felt dread creep up his fingertips. Oh, God, what if you didnât want him to show you around anymore? What if his quick reply freaked you out? God, if you never wanted to see him ever again Chandler couldnât live with himself.
But still, he made himself walk towards the answering machine. It was blinking, so it was clear Joey hadnât read it, but Chandler wasnât sure if that made him feel better or worse.
He looked up at his friend, who seemed excited, the opposite of how he felt.
Swallowing, he pressed play and your perfect voice sounded through the apartment.
âHey, Chandler! Great to hear from you, I was wondering if youâd call.â
He blinked at the phone. Were you waiting for him to call?
âSorry about not answering, I was at work and then the bartender was sick and I had to do it. Real cool to make the new girl bartend by herself after she finished her training.â You laugh and Chandler feels the corners of his lips quirk up. âSorry, Iâm rambling. But, uh, yeah, Iâd totally be down for Sunday. And coffee sounds great. Just call me back when you can and we can figure out the details or whatever. Bye, Chan.â
The machine clicked, signaling you had hung up, and Chandler stared at the white box with a smile on his face and a warm, somewhat foreign feeling in his heart.
Joey shook his shoulders, a grin plastered across his cheeks. "You got it, man, you're in!"
"Yeah, yeah, okay," he said, shrugging Joey off of him. "So, like, should I call her back now or wait?"
Glancing at the time the message from you was received, Joey answered, "I mean, she called a couple of hours ago. Do it now, man, she's probably off of work."
He nodded, feeling his heart rate pick up again. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
But instead of grabbing the phone, he just stared at it. He stared at it for so long that Joey had to touch his arm to get him to look at him.
"You want to order a pizza first?"
Chandler nodded. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
And so, forty-five minutes and two-thirds of a pizza later, Chandler mustered up the courage to call you.
It only takes two rings for you to pick up.
"Hello?" Chandler has been waiting to hear your voice again for days and nothing can describe the pure amount of euphoria that rushes through his veins at your tone.
He keeps calm, however, and says, "Hey, y/n, it's Chandler."
Your tone lightens and he can practically hear the smile in your voice. "Oh, hey, Chan!"
A smile paints itself across his cheeks and heat rises up his neck and he tries to ignore Joey's excited looks. "Hey."
"You got my message, right?" For a moment, he hears some noises from your side of the call, almost like you're closing a plastic container, and he hopes he didn't catch you in the middle of eating. "I'm free on Sunday, is that cool?"
"Yeah, that works." He suggests meeting up at nine and when you laugh a little, his grin widens at your nervousness. "What is it?"
You laugh again and elaborate. "Okay, so, actually, I work the night before and we don't close until, like, one. So maybe ten? Instead?"
Chandler would hang out with you at three in the morning if you asked him to. "Yeah, that's fine."
"Awesome. So, around ten at Central Perk? Since it's really the only place I know in the city?"
A teasing smile pulls at his lips as he waves his roommate away before he embarrasses himself. "For now."
"For now?"
"Yeah. I'll show you around to all the good places."
"Even the Empire State Building?" Your voice is teasing and it makes his organs do gymnastics.
He chuckles and nods even if you can't see it. "Even the Empire State Building."
"Sick! See you then, Chan."
"See you then, y/n." He needs to come up with a nickname for you.
"Bye."
"Bye."
And then you hang up and Chandler places the phone back down. There's a beat where he makes eye contact with Joey before they both erupt into celebratory cheers and jump up and down together like they always do.
"Go Chandler!"
"Go me!"
~*~
Sunday comes both sooner and later than you expected. It's sooner because you worked a double the day before but it's also later because you've been looking forward to it ever since the two of you scheduled it.
But, eventually, ten o'clock rolls around and you're sitting at a table in Central Perk patiently waiting. You haven't been here for long, but since you always get nervous meeting up with new people, you grabbed a newspaper and started to do the crossword to calm your nerves.
You like Chandler, a lot. He's very sweet, funny, and he's pretty cute, too. You share a lot of similar interests, but since you've only had one encounter and a couple of phone calls, you still get anxious.
You're sure it will go away when you both make conversation.
Chewing on the end of the pencil, you rack your mind for the solution to this one question, but you can't quite remember the name, though it's on the tip of your tongue.
The bell above the door rings and you look up, smiling when you see Chandler. You wave him over and he quickly spots you, casually walking over.
"You do the crossword, too?" he asks with a small smile.
You nod. "Sometimes, yeah. Hey, I need your help with one. What's a prehistoric beast with a large bony frill?"
He tilts his head and asks, "How many letters is it?"
Glancing down at the paper, you count the little squares and answer, "Eleven."
He mouths some letters, and counts with his fingers, before saying, "Triceratops."
"That's what it is!" You quickly scribble it down in messy handwriting. "I knew that, I just forgot the word for it."
"Yeah, sure." He gives you a teasing smirk as you stand up, stashing the newspaper into your bag.
You raise a brow at him. "Wow, rude, Chan."
"I'm messing."
"I know." You smile at him. "So. You promised to show me where the good coffee is?"
He nods and moves towards the door, holding it open for you to go out of. "I did. You like bagels?"
"Of course I do, I'm not a monster."
Your humor always gets to him and he jerks his head down the street. "Come on. I'll show you a great place."
"Lead the way."
~*~
An hour later, you stand beside Chandler with a bagel in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
âOkay,â you say, walking past a couple holding hands. âIt might have been a long wait, but you say itâs worth it?â
Chandler nods and smiles. âI promise you, it is.â
He leads you to a little bench by a flower shop and you take a seat laying the bagel across your lap.
âCoffee first,â he says to you.
âBut you said the bagel is the best part.â
âBest for last?â
âI always do best for first.â
âOkay, well, drawing out the tension makes things better.â
You roll your eyes and hold out your coffee cup. âClink me, Bing.â
A smile creeps onto his face and he can't help but say, "Is that a euphemism?"
Mirroring his teasing smile, you reply, "You wish."
He does.
But he doesn't say that and instead taps his disposable coffee cup against yours and takes a sip at the same time as you do.
Taking a sip, you immediately flinch back at the searing burning sensation on your tongue. Chandler does the same thing and you both laugh.
"He did warn it was hot," you mutter, referencing the kind older man who cashed you out while you run your front teeth over your tongue.
Chandler smiles. "Yeah, he did."
After blowing on the liquid for another moment, you both clink your cups again and you take a sip. Chandler recommended the latte and you trusted his opinion. Sure enough, as soon as the slightly-cooled down liquid touches your tongue, you're glad you trusted him.
"Woah," you say, looking at Chandler.
He's smiling. "Right?"
You smile back, taking another sip of the delicious beverage. "This is so good."
"I told you it would be good."
"It's not just good, it's great."
"Exactly. None of my other friends think it's very good."
You frown just a little. "Really? I mean, Central Perk is good and all, but this is amazing."
He just shrugs. "It's okay. I have you to go with me now."
You smile at him and a strange and warm feeling flutters in your chest.
But before you can even think about it, Chandler is putting the coffee down beside him on the bench and picking up his bagel. "Okay. Try the bagel now."
Nodding, you place the coffee down and carefully unwrap a small section of the bagel that you can eat. You had gotten a bagel called an 'All-Nighter', which had two eggs, bacon, cheese, and some kind of chipotle aioli on a cheesy bagel. It sounded like actual heaven considering you hadn't eaten all day and your mouth waters as the delectable scent wafts up to your nose.
Once again, you and Chandler clink your own bagels--he got one called the 'Santa Fe' with egg whites, sausage, and salsa on a plain bagel--and take a bite at the same time.
You're not one to groan at food, but this sandwich is so good you almost do. It's messy and you're glad for the double layer of paper around it. It's cheesy, it's warm, and it's a little spicy. It's everything you've been craving.
"Holy shit," you say, mouth still a little full. "This is so good, Chandler."
He just nods, already taking another bite.
Licking a stray piece of sauce from your lips, you hardly swallow before you go in for another bite. Together, you and Chandler eat in silence, too busy consuming your own individual meals like it's the last meal. Honestly, you would want this bagel to be your last meal.
You finish first, licking your greasy fingers before using a napkin to wipe them. Carefully, you shove all your trash into the bag and take a couple more sips of your latte before it gets cold.
Chandler is soon finished and while he's wiping his hands, you say, "That was the best sandwich I've ever had in my life, Chan."
"I told you it would be life-changing."
"I'm so sorry for doubting you," you tease, smiling and stretching your legs out in front of you and taking in the scene. It's almost noon on a Sunday in Manhattan and the streets are, unsurprisingly, crawling with people, but everyone seems a lot more relaxed and chill on Sunday rather than a busy Friday morning when you're running late for work.
You and Chandler lapse into a pleasant silence where you both just people-watch for a few minutes while your meals digest. You watch the people go by and wonder what they're doing today and what plans they have. You wonder if they've ever had a life-changing bagel as well, you wonder how many of them are new to the city like you and how many know it well like Chandler.
He speaks up. âWhat do you want to go see first?â
Looking at him, you know the first thing you want to do. âEmpire State Building.â
He smiles and stands, offering you a hand. âCome on, then.â
Taking it, you let him haul you up before dropping his hand almost immediately. For a second, disappointment fills his chest before he pushes it away. Together, he leads you to the Empire State Building, talking about everything and nothing all at once.
~*~
By the time it was getting dark, you had both wandered halfway around Manhatten. You had seen the Empire State Building, walked by the National Museumâwhere his friend Ross worked, which you thought was interestingâyou had walked around Times Square, and by the Rockefeller Center.
âIs it true that at Christmas they have a huge tree?â you ask as Chandler walks beside you.
He nods, smiling. âIt is. And they have an ice rink.â
This makes you stop in your tracks and you turn to him. He blinks and stands next to you, completely aware that thereâs a giant smile on your face.
âAre you serious?â you ask.
Chandler nods slowly. âYeah, Iâm serious. What, do you like skating?â
âUh, yeah.â You laugh and roll your eyes. âChandler, I love skating. You know I did hockey for, like, years right?â
âNo, I didnât.â
You widen your eyes at him. âOh. Well, I did.â
âI didnât know you liked hockey.â
âIâm from Canada,â you say, starting to walk once more. âItâs a requirement. I got my first stick on my fifth birthday.â
âThatâs so cool,â your friend says. âI love hockey.â
âWhatâre the teams in the city? I know thereâs the Rangers, I just canât remember the other one.â
âThe Islanders,â he tells you. âBut the Rangers are better. Joey and I go to the games a lot, but if I have an extra ticket, you can come too.â
âThanks.â You smile at him, this cute little half-smile that makes his chest squeeze.
But he doesnât think about it and smiles back, nods, and listens as you explain how you were the best defender on your team in primary school.
Eventually, you make it back to your apartment. Hellâs Kitchen isnât as sketchy as it used to be and Chandler walks you up to your apartment building. Itâs well past sunset, but the streetlights are bright enough.
âThis is me,â you say, gesturing behind you to the building. âThanks for walking me back.â
âIt was no problem,â Chandler says, completely aware that you both walked right past his own apartment building twenty minutes ago. âIâm not far from here. Besides, I wanted to make sure you wouldnât get mugged.â
âConsidering I have three dollars in my wallet, I donât think thatâs a problem.â
Chandler laughs and you laugh too and you realize how much you love his company. Heâs funny and he gets you. Heâs fun to be around and heâs nice, something a little uncommon here in the city.
âWe should do this again,â you hear yourself say. âI had a lot of fun.â
âMe too,â he replies. âCall me?â
He doesnât mean to say it. It slips out and his eyes widen the words leave his lips but you just laugh gently and nod.
âI will.â Taking his hand, you shake it twice. Your rings are cold against his hand but heâs quickly distracted away from that when you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You have to lean on your tiptoes to do it and youâre already pulled away when he realizes what youâve done.
Releasing his hand, you watch his neck heat up and panic rises up in you for fear youâve gone too far. But then a small smile crosses his face and the knot in your stomach loosens.
Before the silence becomes awkward, you say, âGoodnight, Chandler. Get home safe.â
âYou too,â he blurts out before cursing. But you just laugh that sweet laugh of yours and buzz yourself in, propping the door with your foot.
âDonât get mugged on the way home, Chan.â And with another wave, you walk inside and let the door close behind you.
And Chandler is left standing alone in the streets of New York with a cheesy smile on his face. He scratches his chin but the grin doesnât leave his face the entire time he meanders his way back to his apartment.
And his smile only grows wider when Joey mentions the lipstick stain on his cheek.
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Calming Waves
Hunter x Reader
Summary- After finding out Omega has been taken for the third time, you and Hunter must comfort each other. Set at the end of s.3 ep.11
A/N- I AM FERAL FOR THIS MAN!!!!! It didn't turn out exactly how I wanted. The idea wasn't as fresh in my head as I would have liked. Nevertheless, enjoy!
Word Count- 1,439
Your chest heaved, desperate for air as you ran. Your feet hurt from how hard they were hitting the pavement. The Empire ships were leaving, that meant either two things.
Omega was dead, or Omega was taken.
Tears burned your eyes as you still raced for the top of Pabu where Shep's home was. That was the designated hideout.
You were close to hyperventilating, but seeing the humble cottage in the distance gave you the last boost you needed. You had to know what happened.
With a fury you didn't know you had, you slammed the door open.
"Where is she!" You yelled out when you saw only Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair.
Hunter was the first to face you, his own eyes glossy. He said nothing, just pulled you into a tight hug.
With realization you sobbed. If it wasn't for Hunter holding you up, you would have fallen.
You cried and cried, Crosshair could only look down in shame.
"Shhh, Shhh, we will find her..." You managed to catch your breath at his reassuring words. Hunter rubbed your back soothingly, even though he was barely hanging on himself.
"What... What happened?" You stood by yourself again, tears still silently falling. You wiped them away violently.
All eyes turned to Crosshair at your question. You noticed and followed their gazes. "What did you do?" You asked, words laced with poison.
"She, Omega, she gave herself up." He revealed, your heart sank again. She was so brave...
With a single stride forward- SLAP!
Your hand stung, bad. You just hoped Crosshairs cheek hurt worse. Your stare sent daggers to him.
He saw the hit coming, he really did. He just agreed that he deserved it, letting you deliver the blow.
"And you let her? You were supposed to protect her!" You pressed, unable to grasp how he could do such a thing.
"She.... She felt guilty, all of the lives that were going to be lost-"
"Do you think I give hell about anyone else?" You argued. "If we start to think about strangers, then we'd all be dead."
He looked remorseful, but not apologetic. "Omega saw the bigger picture."
This set you off, grabbing your blaster from its holster. "She is a child," a sob threatened, "She is too busy seeing the good in people to know how much bad there truly is."
Wrecker sat silent, watching. He was still injured from the bomb.
You weren't actually going to shoot him, in your fury you just acted irrationally. Hunter knew this as well, but still came to your side.
His hand wrapped around yours, gently lowering your weapon and hand.
"I can't even look at you right now..." At that, you turned on your heel. You didn't exactly know where you were going, just that you needed some air.
Hunter was at your side, a hand trying to wrap around your hip. "No, just leave me alone. I cannot believe this!" You pushed his hand away, admittedly harsh.
"I won't let you run off. We need to stick together right now." He managed to grip your wrist, you let him.
You sighed deeply, "Then come with me."
"Always..." He moved his hand down to grasp yours lovingly.
While the thought of marching back in and demanding a plan crossed your mind- Wrecker was hurt and you had no ship. The best you could do was wait for Echo or Phee to return your messages. Your mind still wandered at ways to find her.
You found yourself at the shoreline, right by Omegas hideaway cave. You didn't mean to stop there, but you guessed your subconscious wanted to be closer to her.
With a puff you sat down in the sand, hands mindlessly feeling the grain beneath you.
Hunter stood by your side, still on guard. You, however, were too worn out to care anymore.
"Three times..." You stated, not looking up. The wind blew your hair back. It could have been a scene from a holo-movie. The light breeze only made your heart ache more. The countless times you'd spent in this every spot with Omega grieved you.
"I know." You could hear him shuffle. You only responded by bringing your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them.
With a sniffle, you'd decided to speak again. "I hope she's not too scared. Even if it was her choice to hand herself over, she must still be scared." Tears welled at the thought of her.
Hunter moved forward, squatting down to rest a hand on your shoulder. "She's a tough girl." Silence again.
You knew she was tough, but the 'biggest' and 'strongest' of men wavered at The Empire. What could a single girl do against a whole Imperial army?
Hunter tried to ease your nerves, "We've done it twice before, we will save her again. Her and the other captured clones." This only fueled your anger.
"And then what?" You snapped, jerking your head up at him. "The Empire will never stop looking for her! They will just come again and again."
He looked down, avoiding your gaze.
"Hunter, I just want to be normal." You rested your face in your hands, still leaning on your knees. "Is that bad? To not have anyone after us. Just you, me, Omega...I mean, of course the guys too..."
"No. No, not at all." He said.
Your shoulders shook with your crying. "I'm sorry, i'm trying to keep it all together." You said messily, wiping your eyes.
At this, he finally embraced you. Pulling you completely into his arms. You were practically in his lap. He tucked your head into his shoulder.
"I just want our daughter back." You sobbed out, holding onto Hunter hopelessly.
"Even if it is the last thing I do, I will bring Omega home. We will bring her home." He pet your head gently, his calm and serious voice started to soothe you.
Your voice was muffled by his skin, but you spoke on. "I am so tired of running."
"I know, me too."
You both just held each other for awhile, the sound of the waves helped you steady your breathing.
Hunter broke the silence. "After this, after we save her... I think we should all disappear."
"Disappear?" You questioned, even though you were sure what he meant.
"Wouldn't be too hard to fake our deaths." He said stoically, staring across the water.
You leaned up at this, shuffling so you could look at him. "What about all of your connections? Phee, Shep, I mean-" You sighed, "...We can't tell them can we?"
"It's like you said, when we start to think about strangers we risk ourselves." He was turning cold.
You eventually agreed, resting your head back on his collarbone.
"We've got an incoming message from Phee." You both heard over Hunter's comms.
"Headed your way." Hunter replied.
He squeezed you a last time, hands still on you gently. "Let's go, talking to Phee will bring us a step closer to Omega."
You nodded, heart swelling when Hunter reached down to swipe the last of your tears away.
You pulled back, touching the sand with your hand a last time. Your tears were dried, all that was left was fury. A fury that could rival The Empire.
After talking with Phee, she agreed that she would head your way. You hoped she wouldn't mind helping you four, just until Echo could fetch a ship.
Tension was high, you all waited for her to arrive. Crosshair kept looking your way, but you didn't return it.
You had thought about your exchange, and was feeling pretty guilty. You knew Crosshair wanted Omega safe, that he was only doing what he thought was right.
"Crosshair?" You called out to him, he stood at his name.
"Can we talk outside?" He nodded and followed you.
The two of you leaned over the railing outside of Shep's house. Both looking over to the water. "I'm sorry-" He started, but you interrupted.
"No, I'm sorry. I know it was Omegas idea. Her heart is too big to watch the people of Pabu get taken. I.. I wasn't actually going to shoot you.." You fiddled with your fingers, ashamed.
"I know. I'd have done the same. She, she just wants to make everyone happy." You smiled at his words, the description of her bringing you comfort.
You leaned closer to him, nudging his shoulder. "I might have a way to find the Tantiss coordinates."
You ushered him back inside, perfect timing to see Phee approaching. A plan was soon demised. You'd find a way back to Omega, no matter what.
A/N- Okay, let's be real. Hunter was not as mad as he should have been about losing Omega FOR THE THIRD TIME! That is my excuse for writing this! Thank you so much for reading!
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Itâs a Tuesday when Lucia calls the first time. Beatrice is leaving her apartment for a run when her phone rings, interrupting her favorite part of the song sheâs listening to on her headphones. Thereâs no caller ID, but Beatrice recognizes the number, so she answers.
"Hello, this is Beatrice." Sheâs formal. Lucia likes to try to blur the line between a professional relationship and a friendly one.
"Hey, Bea - "
"Beatrice." She corrects, dropping to her knee to retie her laces.
"Yeah, Beatrice." Luciaâs mocking her, Beatrice isnât stupid, but she lets it go.
"Is there a reason youâre calling?" Beatrice asks after Lucia goes silent.
"Right! Yes! Carlos misses you, I was wondering if we could do lunch sometime this week so he could see you?" Carlos. Beatrice loves Carlos. Heâs fun, witty and charismatic and kind. Heâs always been one of her favorite kids sheâs worked with. Lucia, however, is one of Beatriceâs least preferred parents.
"I donât know if you remember, but Iâm in - "
"In the city. Yes, I remember. Carlos and I just moved here too! Isnât that exciting?" No. Beatrice thinks. Exciting is not a word I would use. Lucia drops her voice, nearly to a whisper. "Heâs having a hard time making friends at his new school, I think seeing a friendly face would make him feel better about the move."
Beatrice sighs, checks the time on her watch and realizes sheâs spent half of her allotted running time on the phone with Lucia.
"I canât do lunch, but I can do an early dinner. Maybe Thursday? Iâll have to - "
"Yes, perfect! That works!" She hangs up before Beatrice can tell her she will be bringing Diana. She could send her a message, but that would mean Lucia would message her back and Beatrice doesnât want to speak to her anymore than necessary.
Beatrice tells Ava about it that evening, between Dianaâs snack and her bath while Avaâs scrambling about looking for the keys Diana hid.
"Who is this again?" Ava looks up from digging through the couch cushions, cheeks flushed and hair tousled.
"Itâs a kid I used to work with before I started uni. Him and his mum." Diana giggles around her fingers when Ava looks under the couch, Beatrice bouncing her and asking where the keys are quietly. Avaâs asked her three times, Diana isnât answering either of them. "Itâs okay if you donât want - "
"No, itâs fine! It sounds fun, just - make her eat something other than chicken strips, please? You always say you will then you cave when she pouts. She needs to try new foods." Ava looks under the coffee table and through Dianaâs toy bin. Sheâs going to be late if she doesnât find the keys soon.
"Okay. I wonât have her out late, weâll be back before the sun goes down. Wonât we?" Beatrice tickles Diana who squeals and pushes away, nearly toppling out of her arms. Beatrice grabs her leg to keep from falling and her shoe falls off, jingling when it hits the ground. Diana glances between the fallen shoe and Ava for a moment before she starts giggling maniacally.
"They were in your shoes? Are you serious? Diana, you littleâŚ" Ava picks the keys out of the baby shoe, holds Dianaâs face between her hands and sighs fondly, shaking her head. "You little punk." Ava laughs and kisses both of her cheeks. "I love you. Be good, yeah?"
Diana smiles and wipes her wet hand down Avaâs cheek. Ava grimaces and rubs her cheek against Dianaâs sleeve, earning a full body laugh and a gleeful wiggle. Ava presses a soft kiss against Beatriceâs cheek before sheâs gone.Â
Beatrice almost considers going after her, almost considers asking her to say no, almost considers telling her she doesnât want to go. But she doesnât.Â
She doesnât.
 Read more below the break or here!
Beatrice stops for the third time. Considers turning back. Itâs not too late, she can still say she canât make it. Diana bounces beside her, swings their intwined hands back and forth. She spins, twists Beatriceâs fingers over her head before dropping it and racing around her.
"Letâs go! Letâs goooooo!" Diana whines, taking her hands and tugging her forward. "I wanâ nuggies!"
"Itâs want, baby. Try again." Diana pauses to pout, tucks her hands under her elbows and sticks her bottom lip out. Beatrice quirks her eyebrow and fights back a smile. "Try again."
"I. Want. Nuggies." She pauses between each word to huff, spins on her heel to take two steps forward then turn back to Beatrice with her head cocked.
"Okay. But I will have you know, your mama wants you to try something else." They resume towards the restaurant hand in hand, Beatriceâs blunder already forgiven and forgotten. "Like maybe something not chicken?"
"No. I like nuggies." Diana pouts again, gives her tiny chin a tremble to prove her point.
"If you try something else, we can get ice cream on the way home?" Ava would never barter with Diana like this and she would be upset if she knew Beatrice was doing it.
"Sprinkles?" She comes to a complete stop, nearly causing the people behind them to crash into her. Beatrice nods and scoops her up, apologizes quickly to the strangers and hurries down the sidewalk.
It really is unfair, how late they are because she couldnât decide if she actually wanted to come. Carlos probably thinks theyâre not going to show up, the thought stabs her in the chest and speeds her steps.Â
"Beatrice!" The boy bolts down the sidewalk and crashes into her legs, nearly tackling her to the ground. Beatrice chuckles and ruffles the boyâs unruly curls.
"Hi, Carlos! How have you been?" The boy steps back and flips her hair out of his face, grinning at her with a gap in his teeth. "Oh! When did you lose that tooth?"
"Last night! The tooth fairy gave me fifteen bucks! Look!" He presses up onto his toes and pokes the empty space with his tongue. Beatrice peers into his mouth intently, inspecting it with the same fervency with which he presents it. "Whoâs this?"
"This is Diana! Diana, can I introduce you to my friend Carlos?" Diana shakes her head and buries her face in Beatriceâs shoulder. "Thatâs okay, you donât have to talk to him until youâre ready."
"Beatrice, hello!" Lucia steps up behind Carlos, strokes Beatriceâs shoulder, her hand lingers. Beatrice shrugs it off awkwardly.
"Hello, Lucia." Beatrice takes a half step back and a deep breath, forcing a smile and turning back to Carlos. "So, Iâm hungry, are you?"
"Yeah, we already have a table, right, mom?" Lucia confirms and leads them to the booth while Carlos launches into a story about his friendâs birthday party. "So then, I told Marley, dude, you canât just say stuff like that. People are going to think youâre weird. But like. People already think Marleyâs weird because she tells everyone she was named after a dog. But itâs okay that sheâs weird because it like. Itâs not weird when she does it. You know?"
"I do! I know someone like that." Beatrice smiles fondly as she thinks of the last time sheâd been to the farmers market and Ava spent twenty minutes deciding which lemon looked the sourest. "Have you ever read Stargirl?"
"Yeah! Marley is just like Stargirl! Itâs her favorite book!" Carlos bounces in his seat. Lucia places a hand on his knee to still him.
"Sorry, heâs got a little crush." Lucia winks and Beatrice has to bite her lip not to snap at her. Heâs eight. Heâs allowed to have friends of the opposite gender. Carlos deflates at her words, sinks into his seat and drops his hands into his lap.
"It sounds like you found a really cool friend. Is Marley a friend from school?" Carlos nods weakly but doesnât look up from his hands, Beatrice frowns. Diana stops scribbling on her menu to look at him quizzically, dropping her crayon to turn to Beatrice with her head tilted. "Have you decided what you want?"
"Nuggies," Diana whispers and Beatrice grins bemused, Diana rolls her eyes and sighs, pushes the menu to Beatrice and climbs into her lap. "Read, please?"
Beatrice reads the childrenâs menu to her quietly, answers her questions when asked and offers suggestions when Diana struggles to decide. She settles on macaroni and cheese, with much exasperation and disgust. Beatrice gives their orders to the waiter when he checks on them.
Lucia keeps rubbing her foot up the inside of Beatriceâs leg, somehow finding it even when she moves. Beatrice scoots to the far edge of the booth and silently begs her to stop. Diana seems unamused at every attempt Lucia makes to initiate a conversation and Carlos doesnât recover from his motherâs comment, itâs truly awkward and uncomfortable and Beatrice can barely contain herself when they get their checks.
"Why donât we go to the park?" Lucia suggests as they step out of the restaurant, Carlosâs face lights up as he waits excitedly for Beatriceâs reaction.Â
"Umm⌠I donât know, Diana seems pretty tired, maybe some other time?" Beatrice bounces Diana in her arms, presses a soft kiss against her temple.
"Dada?" Diana whispers and curls into her neck. Beatrice hums and presses their foreheads together. "He sad?" Beatrice nods softly and Diana turns back to him. "We play a little. Okay?"
Carlos bounces and nods, taking the hand Diana offers him.
"Dada?" Lucia asks, bumping their shoulders together. Beatrice takes a step to the side.
"Uh, yeah. I actually donât like when people touch me, Lucia. So, could you stop, please?" Beatriceâs cheeks burn as she says it and Diana presses a cold hand over the heat.
"Ah, but Iâm not just people, yeah?" Beatrice barely dodges the arm Lucia tries to swing over her shoulder by leaning to set Diana on the ground. Diana takes her hand and tugs her forward, Beatrice welcomes the distraction and follows her happily to the swing set, offering to push her when she climbs into the seat.
"I can do it!" Carlos volunteers and Diana beams at him, squeezing her fists around the chain and laughing when he pushes her forward. He bounces in place at the response, and Beatrice has to bite her tongue every time he asks Diana. "Higher? Higher?"
She knows her limits. Beatrice tells herself. She knows when she wants to stop.
She stays nearby, just in case. Ready to pounce in and save her if she asks to stop and Carlos doesnât. Sheâs chewing on her nail when Lucia sidles up beside her, expensive perfume making the inside of Beatriceâs nose itch. Lucia tries to pull her hand out of her mouth but Beatrice steps away, curls her hands under her elbows and tucks them into her side.
"So how long have you been working with her?" Thereâs a hint of something else just beneath her words, something burbling and churning and dark.
"Oh, I donât." Itâs true, in a sense. Beatrice has stopped accepting Avaâs money in exchange for her babysitting services. So Beatrice isnât quite lying when she says it. Itâs not the entire truth but she hopes itâs vague enough that Lucia doesnât press.
Of course, she could be granted no respite because Lucia charges ahead full-steam.
"Oh, so is she like your niece? Friendâs kid? Who is she?" Sheâs fishing, trying to find the answer to a question Beatrice isnât ready to face on her own, certainly not with someone the likes of Lucia.
"Mine. Yeah, sheâs mine." Diana tumbles out of the swing and Beatriceâs heart stops in her chest. She waits two heartbeats before moving, slowly helping Diana brush he wood chips from her face. She forces her voice to remain calm and level so Diana doesnât hear how much it scared her as well. "Are you okay?"
Diana bursts into tears, throws herself face first into Beatriceâs chest and squeezes her arms around her neck as her body is wracked with sobs.
"Oh, baby! I know." Beatrice rubs her back and picks her up, smiling sadly at Carlos when he tries to apologize. "Itâs alright, buddy, sheâs just scared. Iâll see you again soon, yeah?"
The boy nods enthusiastically and Beatrice feels Diana lift her head to wave goodbye to him sadly before she returns to her hiding spot in Beatriceâs neck. Beatrice squeezes her tightly, rubbing her back as they depart, stepping quickly across the street and pausing outside the nearest ice cream shop.
"Do you still want ice cream, my love?" Beatriceâs hand pauses on the door, waiting until Diana shakes her head and burrows herself deeper into Beatriceâs embrace. "Can I check to make sure youâre not hurt?"
Diana sniffles as she pulls away, allows Beatrice to seat them on a nearby bench and check her face and hands for injury. She finds none, despite the overall redness from her fall.
"Does anywhere hurt, baby?" Diana shakes her head and blinks tears out of her eyes. "Hey, itâs okay. Youâre allowed to be scared. What happened was scary, itâs okay if you feel like you need to cry. Would it make you feel better if I told you it scared me too?"
"You scared?" Dianaâs voice is painfully infantile, reverting to a similar pattern of speech from when she first started speaking. Beatrice kisses her forehead and nods.
"Yeah, kiddo. I thought you were really hurt and that really scared me." Diana tucks her thumb into her mouth and blinks at her slowly. "I get scared a lot, you know?"
"Whens?" Diana curls back into her chest and Beatrice hums in thought for a moment.
"Like when your mama got sick. When you run off and I canât see you. When I have exams at school. Sometimes I get scared when it storms and the thunder makes the windows rattle. I get scared all the time, my darling." Beatrice hates being scared, she feels like it makes her stupid and irrational. She knows that fear is a valid emotion and it exists for a reason, but she has never quite managed to shake her parentsâ voices from her head when sheâs scared.
She hopes Diana never has to experience that.
Sheâll do her best to ensure Diana never has to experience it.Â
"Do you know what helps me when I get scared?" Diana nods against her chest, curling her fingers around the neck of Beatriceâs shirt. "Sometimes I count all the pretty things I can see. Sometimes I sing a song until I feel better. Or sometimes I take some deep breaths. Do you want to try one of those?"
"Count?" Beatrice hums, squints and looks around.
"The sky is very blue today. What about you?"
"Flowers." Diana points to the wildflowers clawing out of the cracks in the sidewalk, then to a pair of birds chasing each other through the air. "Birb."
"You," Beatrice nudges her softly, smiles gently when she lifts her head tearily, "Youâre the best thing Iâve ever seen."
"I love you." She stumbles over the v sound, pronounces the word like lub with a tender smile
"I love you too, meu patinho." Beatrice kisses the top of her head. "Did you at least have fun today?"
"Carlos is funny."
"He is. Would you like to see him again?" Diana hums and mumbles into Beatriceâs neck. "I didnât understand that, darling, could you say it again?"
"Yeah. We go home now?"
"Alright, we can go home now. Are we going to tell your mama about how much fun you had with your new friend?" Diana yawns and shakes her head, Beatrice watches the sun dye the clouds pink and purple. Itâs still early for Diana to go to bed, but sheâs had an eventful evening so Beatrice could make an exception to their schedule. "Can we at least tell her about your not chicken nugget dinner?"
Diana giggles but nods regardless, twists a lock of Beatriceâs hair through her fingers. Beatriceâs heart swells and her skin warms and she feels like her heart might explode when she looks at the little girl in her arms. Something inside her twinkles. She never expected a love like this. Something that plays her heartstrings like a symphony in her chest, fills her chest with a light no star could ever compete with. Itâs endless, she realizes.
It makes her wonder if her parents ever looked at her the same way she looks at Diana.
~*~
Ava does not like Lucia.
Sheâs not jealous. That would be absurd.
But she canât deny that her chest burns when she comes home and Diana regales her in their latest adventure with Carlos and Luisa â it doesnât matter how many times Beatrice corrects Diana, she only refers to Lucia by the wrong name.
Today, they played tag with a group of kids at the park. Two days ago, they saw a movie. Last week, they went to an art class at the library.
Ava doesnât have a reason not to like Lucia.
Except for every reason Beatrice gives her after every play date.
"So then she kept trying to take my hand, like weâre a couple or something and every time I would pull my hand away and tell her I wasnât interested but she doesnât care." Beatrice sighs and kicks her feet over the arm of the couch, stares up at Ava from her lap. "I donât understand why she keeps trying to touch me. I donât like when people touch me. Iâve told her I donât like being touched at least two million times. Itâs annoying."
The hand scraping through Beatriceâs hair pauses at her words, Ava barely pulling away before Beatrice whines and drags her hand back to her scalp.
"Whyâd you stop?" She doesnât give Ava a chance to answer, instead continuing her rant. "Regardless, she made a joke about me confusing Diana by allowing her to call me dad. Which is hilarious because last week, she tried to get Carlos to call me dad and I had to respond with my nameâs Beatrice, pal, Iâm not your dad. Then Lucia was all well, youâre not Dianaâs dad either. And I swear, Ava. I swear I almost hit her. Who does she think she is? I mean, seriously."
Ava is certainly not going to ask the difference between her and Lucia, doesnât ask why sheâs allowed to play with her hair nor why Diana is allowed to call Beatrice dad while Carlos is not. She knows, on some level. Avaâs not stupid, she knows she gets a version of Beatrice Lucia will never see. She knows thereâs a piece of Beatrice that is reserved exclusively for her. She knows Beatrice would choose her, if she forced an ultimatum between her and Lucia.
Ava knows.
She knows how she feels about Lucia is irrational and unfair.
She also knows Beatrice would never see Lucia again if she asked.
She knows. Right?
"Bea?" Beatrice stops her rant and tilts her head up. "Does it bother you when I do those things?"
"No. Of course not. Why would it?" Beatrice pushes herself upright, shifts until sheâs practically sitting in Avaâs lap.
"Because it bothers you when Lucia does it." Ava looks away,
"Youâre not Lucia."
Ava doesnât know how to explain herself. She doesnât have the words to express why that doesnât make sense. Beatrice babysat both their children, has spent extensive time with both of them, read both their children to sleep, eaten at both of their tables. Why is she different? Why is she the exception?
Or is Lucia the exception? Is Beatrice like this with all parents except for Lucia?
"Ava." She quirks her head, furrows her eyebrows, ducks to meet Avaâs averted gaze. "I trust you."
Itâs not enough. The words make Avaâs heart skip a beat, but it doesnât smother the smoke in her lungs.
"I like spending time with you. I like when you hold my hand and kiss my cheek and make me laugh. I like when Diana calls me dad. Youâre not just the mother of the child I babysit, youâre my friend too. My best friend. I would tell you if you did something that bothers me and I know you wouldnât do it again.
"I like you." She grins before scrunching her face up in mock disgust and continuing. "I donât like Lucia."
It makes Ava laugh, Beatrice's pout miserable and nose crinkled. In response to the sound, Beatrice smiles widely, leans back into Ava's chest, and tucks her nose into the crook of her neck.
~*~
Sheâs doing it on purpose. Beatrice might not be great at reading people but she is certain that Lucia only wants one thing from her. One thing that Beatrice has absolutely no interest in ever giving her.
Diana crawls inside the enclosed slide, tucks her knees to her chest and closes her eyes when Carlos finishes counting. He grins from the top of the playground, peering over the sides and searching for Diana.
"God, theyâre so cute. We would be amazing parents." The comment is accompanied with an arm around her shoulders and a soft sigh. Beatrice ducks out from underneath Luciaâs touch and frowns at her, eyebrows sewn together with utter confusion.
"Would be?" Beatrice might not be Dianaâs actual parent, but she sure as shit isnât a bad understudy.Â
"I meant like⌠like together. Both of us."
"Iâm doing pretty great with her mother, actually. I donât think Diana needs anyone else telling her what to do." It makes her stomach twist, the thought of Lucia and her, together.
Lucia laughs at her words, loud and jarring and it makes Diana lift her head from her hiding place on the slide. Carlos sees her move and races to tag her without even acknowledging his mother. Lucia tries to touch her again and Beatriceâs fingers burn when she clenches them into fists at her sides.
"Stop. Touching. Me." She clenches her jaw and takes another step back.
Beatrice doesnât do anger. She doesnât do rage. She doesnât do losing her temper. Beatrice is patient and and forgiving.
Or, as Shannon would say, sheâs a pushover.
Either way, Beatrice doesnât get upset easily. Itâs not in her nature.
Lucia seems to take it as a challenge. Like Beatriceâs burning ire is a taunt, like itâs all for show and theyâre playing a game.
"Oh, relax, Bea."
"My name is Beatrice."
"Plenty of people call you Bea."
"Only the ones I like." She takes another step back when Lucia reaches for her hand before turning on her heel and storming away. She smiles warmly at Diana when she approaches her, strokes her hair when she tumbles into Beatriceâs legs. "We gotta go, patinho. Your mamaâs gunna be home soon."
Diana frowns but wishes Carlos and Luisa farewell, taking Beatriceâs hand and tugging her out of the park.
Beatrice decides not to tell Ava about Lucia anymore. Every time she complains, Ava gets quiet and distant and Beatrice doesnât like how upset it makes her sometimes. So she decides she will suffer in silence.
~*~
Shannon is easy. Sheâs easy and relaxed and she goes with the flow. She doesnât pick fights or start problems.
Except when it comes to Beatrice. Shannon would commit eleven different forms of high treason and treat the Geneva Conventions like a checklist for Beatrice.
"Where are you going?" Beatrice freezes with her hand on the doorknob.
"Iâm going with you. You better hurry or weâre gunna be late." Shannon bumps Beatrice carefully out of the way and steps through the door, starting toward Beatriceâs car.
Beatrice doesnât say anything the entire ride. Diana sings and dances and talks to herself in the backseat while Beatrice grips the steering wheel with all her strength to try to hide the way her hands are shaking.
The house is larger than Shannon had been expecting. An ugly modern, blockish thing with funky shaped windows and uneven roofing. It doesnât look good or fancy or pretty. It looks like a stain on the skyline.
Like it brings her neighborhood property value down.
Thereâs a bounce house set up in the front yard, though itâs empty. There are childrenâs shrieks coming from the backyard, a cacophony of voices and laughter leading Beatrice around the side of the house to the garden gate.
"Hey! Bea! You made it!" Lucia tries to dive into a hug after letting them through the gate, but Shannon intercepts by throwing herself between them and offering her hand to shake.
"Iâm Shannon, Beatrice is my sister." Sheâs silently begging Lucia to say something, to give her an excuse to punch her.
Other than all the reasons Beatrice has given for her.
"Oh. Do you not remember me? Weâve met, years ago." Shannon remembers, it was a scene much alike the one theyâre in right now for Carlosâs third birthday. Lucia had annoyed her even then, but she hadnât made any advances on her baby sister, so Shannon hadnât really a reason to hate her.
"Sorry, I meet a lot of people in my job, only have the mental capacity to remember a few of the important ones and my personal favorites." If thereâs one thing Shannon has learned from her mother, itâs how to make an off-handed comment that slices through someoneâs soul. Luciaâs face falls but she doesnât respond.
"Beatrice! Diana!" A minuscule little girl breaks free of the crowd waving, followed closely by Carlos. Heâs older and much taller than the last time Shannon had seen him, and heâs wearing more than a diaper, but itâs certainly him.
Immediately, heâs offering his name and his hand for her to shake, introducing her to his mother and his best friend Marley.
Heâs taken Diana to an inflatable slide before Shannon has a chance to ask where to put his present.
"Why donât you put the gift with the rest and Bea and I can - "
"Iâm good. Beatrice can put it with the rest. You and I can do whatever you need her help with, though." Beatrice squeezes Shannonâs fingers when they exchange the gift, a meek nod and tight smile before sheâs disappearing into the crowd.
"Oh, I need Beaâs help."
"I taught Beatrice how to do everything she knows. If she can do it, Iâve probably been doing it better for longer." Lucia sighs and shakes her head, rolls her eyes when she turns away and enters the house.
"Hey." Beatrice ducks out from behind a group of young parents chattering loudly over their drinks.
"I donât like her."
"You donât have to treat her like that." Shannon laughs and slings her arm over Beatriceâs shoulders.
"When she calls you the right name, Iâll consider being nicer."
"No you wonât." Beatrice smiles and rolls her eyes, presses heavily into Shannonâs side.
"I said consider. I never said I had any actual intention of doing it." Beatrice laughs and searches for Diana in the line for the slide. She canât deny that her heart stutters when she canât immediately find her.
"Da!" Diana waves from atop the slide, smiling until she looks down. Beatrice extricates herself from Shannon and moves to the bottom to wait for Diana, who appears to have no intention of moving.
"Are you scared?" Diana nods softly, eyes wide and wet. Carlos crawls beside her and offers his hand, whispering quietly. Diana shakes her head and pushes away from the slope, dropping his hand. "Iâm coming up, okay?"
Diana meets her at the top of the ladder, arms raised for Beatrice to pick her up.
"Itâs okay. Do you want to go down together?" Diana shakes her head again and balls Beatriceâs shirt in her fists. "Alright, we will have to climb down though. We canât live up here, can we?"
Diana shakes her head, lifts her head warily and glances to the ladder. "Carlos has cake."
"I can ask mom if we can cut it now." Carlos waves at someone near the base of the slide. "Do you want me to ask? Iâm gunna go ask."
And with that, heâs gone.
Beatrice pushes as far away from the slope as possible so other children can go, holds Diana and pats her back until she lifts her head and turns to watch some of the kids jumping and falling down the slide. She blinks slowly, thumb tucked carefully between her teeth.
"Do you want to try again?" Marley bounces and waves while she waits her turn in line. Diana lifts her head slowly and waves back but doesnât respond to Beatriceâs question. "You donât have to but if you would like, you can sit on my lap and we can go down together."
Beatrice motions for the girl at the top of the stairs to go, squeezes Diana tighter when she flinches at the girl throwing herself haphazardly down the slide. She watches quietly as more and more kids go and Beatrice is beginning to think sheâs going to change her mind when Marley finally emerges from the line.Â
"Carlos said theyâre gunna do the cake soon, do you wanna climb down with me?" Marley offers her hand but doesnât try to push Diana, she waits. Diana glances between her and Beatrice warily, fist squeezing tightly around the neck of Beatriceâs sweater.
"We can all go together, but itâs up to you, patinho." Diana nods and makes no move to follow Marley down the steps.
Carlos calls for them from below but neither of them move, Marley offers a cursory glance but doesnât respond when he calls her name.
"Dada?" Diana buries her head in the crook of Beatriceâs neck, Beatrice hums and squeezes her tighter. "Scared."
"I know. Itâs okay to be scared, Diana. Everyone gets scared."
"Iâm scared of the dark and vampires and multiplication," Marley chimes, crawling to them. "But the sun still goes down and vampires arenât real and my mom makes me do my math homework. You can do things that scare you."
"Okay," Diana nods and takes Marleyâs hand.
"You wanna go down?" Diana nods and tugs Beatriceâs hand.
"Do you want me to hold you?" Diana nods again and Beatrice agrees, moving to the edge of the slide and letting Diana settle in her lap. "Are you ready?"
"No." Beatrice squeezes her closer and Diana takes a deep breath. "We go now."
For the first time, Beatrice looks down the slide and her stomach drops. Why is a kidâs slide so tall?
"Dada. Now." Beatrice nods and pushes off, squeezing her eyes closed and trying not to scream at the plummet. When they hit the bottom, Diana squirms out of Beatriceâs arms and bounces to the exit when Shannon is standing bemused.
"Was it fun, kiddo?"
"No. Cake?" Shannon laughs and watches her race off to Carlos.
"You alright?" Shannon pulls Beatrice up, helps her out of the slide. "I thought you were going to wet yourself."
"Iâm fine. It was great. Avaâs supposed to do the high stuff," Beatrice jokes.
"The high stuff? It was a kidâs slide, bumble Bea."
"I hate you, you can leave." Lucia looks up at her jeer, eyes l alight with something that drains the warmth from the moment. Shannon glances between them and steps in front of her to block Beatrice from Luciaâs view.
"Iâm not leaving until I get cake." She says it loud enough for Lucia to hear before turning to Beatrice and dropping her voice. "Let me say something, Bea."
"No. Shannon, itâs his birthday."
"So? You know I wouldnât say anything to him."
"Shannon." Shannon rolls her eyes and turns back around just in time for Carlos to blow out his candles.
"Why wonât you let me do this for you?"
"Because I remember the last time you did this for me. And we both know you donât look good in stripes or in orange. If you think about it, Iâm actually protecting you." Beatrice watches Diana waiting to get her piece of cake and glances at the back door to the house. "Iâll be back, can you - "
"Is she gunna do a flip?" Itâs Beatriceâs turn to roll her eyes, sighing fondly before slipping through the door in search of a bathroom. Luckily, Lucia had the foresight to plaster directional signs on the walls so Beatrice doesnât have to search hard.Â
Lucia is leaned against the wall waiting for her when she comes out.
"Saved you a piece of cake," Lucia straightens and extends a slice of cake.
"Oh. Thank you, but Iâm not very fond of sweets." Beatrice smiles politely and waves the cake away, glancing past Lucia in the direction she had come.
"Oh thatâs fine. I have something else for you too." Beatrice doesnât like the way Lucia smiles at her.
"I should really get back to DianaâŚ" Beatrice glances down the hall again, hoping Shannon somehow knew she needed her and materialized to rescue her.
"Itâll only take a few minutes. Diana wonât even notice." Beatrice jerks away when Lucia tries to take her hand.
"No I really - "
"Hey, BeaâŚ?" Shannon. "I think we should goâŚ"
Dianaâs holding a racecar napkin over her elbow. Itâs stained a deep red.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Shannon slaps her hand over Beatriceâs when she tries to move the napkin. "Are you okay?"
Diana nods and shifts toward Beatrice so she takes her, Shannon fixes her with a look that Beatrice doesnât understand but she follows her out of the house anyways. They wish Carlos a happy birthday in quick farewells before leaving.
Theyâre halfway to her car when Shannon speaks.
"I knew she would try something."
"I was gone for two minutes, what happened?"
"I saw her follow you." Beatrice stops and turns to her.
"To Diana. What happened to Diana?"
"Oh. Nothing, sheâs fine." Shannon lifts the napkin to prove her point, revealing a red stained, uninjured elbow. Beatrice scoffs and rubs the red dye away with her thumb.
"What did you - "
"Fake blood. You can buy it by the gallon at a Hallow-"
"You just carry around fake blood? Shannon!" Beatrice pauses to reinspect Dianaâs skin, double-checking she has no injuries before fastening in her car seat.
"I knew you would need an out and Mary never lets me use the fake blood. Come on, you gotta admit that it - "
"I donât have to admit anything. Donât use Diana like that, sheâs not a prop." Beatrice closes Dianaâs door carefully before turning to face Shannon.
"You wouldnât have left if it was me bleeding." She right. Probably. Truthfully, it wouldâve depended on how much fake blood Shannon was willing to use.
"I didnât need an out, I was fine." Beatrice starts to storm around the car when Shannon grabs her wrist.
"Fine? Beatrice, you looked like you were going to throw up. Maybe I couldâve gone about things differently but I donât like her. I donât trust her."
"You donât have to like her or trust her, I do."
"Do you?" Shannon drops Beatriceâs arm, watches her walk around the car and climb in the drivers seat.
"Do I what, Shannon?" She knows. Itâs answer enough for both of them to know.
Shannon doesnât respond.
~*~
The next time they see Carlos, Beatrice has taken Diana to the local childrenâs museum. Diana is shoving colored scarfs into a tube then chasing them when they are blown out the top. She loves it.
"Beatrice!" A small body collides into her back, tearing her attention from the little girl to greet Carlos.
"Hi, Carlos. Diana, do you want to say hi?" Diana waves before returning to her previous task, Beatrice smiles and ruffles her hair before turning back to Carlos. "How are you doing, buddy?"
"Iâm good. Marley is here, do you wanna see her?" He bounces in place when he asks, positively vibrating about the edges.
"I would love to see her! Could you bring her here, I donât think Dianaâs quite ready to move on yet." He agrees and disappears into the sea of children.
"Good morning, Bea." Beatrice sidesteps a hug, shrugging off the hand Lucia strokes across her shoulder.
"Iâve told you, my name is Beatrice." She tries so very hard to keep the edge from her tone, but Diana looks up worriedly at the change in her voice. Beatrice forces a smile and she returns to her game. Beatrice searches briefly for Carlosâs unruly curls in the everflowing ocean of children, catching and returning a yellow scarf that falls into her face.
"Da!" Diana calls, tugging on Beatriceâs hand before continuing in a whine. "Hungry."
"We were just about to head out for lunch, if you want to join?" Lucia winks when Beatrice meets her gaze, twisting Beatriceâs stomach into a knot.
"Thanks but - "
"Bea!" Beatriceâs head snaps to Ava waving at her energetically, trying to weave through the children racing between them. She smiles reflexively, waves and lifts Diana to see her, setting her back down and watching her race to her mother. Ava captures her, picks her up and kisses her cheek before dropping into Beatriceâs chest. "Hans needed me to trade shifts, I have the day off. I was thinking we could get lunch?"
"I was actually just inviting them with us!" Luciaâs voice is overly saccharine, too bright. Ava lifts her head from Beatriceâs shoulder and stares at the woman curiously, smiling and waving at the children when they greet her.
"This is Carlos, the boy I was telling you about, his friend Marley, and his mother Lucia." Ava twists to meet her eyes when the womanâs name comes out sharper than Beatrice had intended. She asks about it silently, searches for the words Beatrice isnât ready to say. Beatrice looks away.
"Well, what do you wanna do, Di?" Ava bounces her softly. Diana looks between Beatriceâs tensed jaw and Carlosâs buzzing excitement.
"Go Carlos?" Ava nods once and waits for Beatrice to agree as well before acknowledging Lucia.
Ava makes small talk with Lucia while they make their way to the restaurant next door, Beatriceâs fingers curled tightly around hers. When they are taken to a table, Luciaâs hand presses briefly into the small of her back and she winks when Beatrice bumps into Ava trying to shrug her off. The children elect to sit across from the adults with Beatrice sat between Ava and Lucia. Beatrice prays this meal wonât be as awful as she thinks it will.
Ava kisses the back of her hand before relinquishing it to take Diana to the bathroom.Â
"So?" Luciaâs hand scrapes up Beatriceâs thigh until she shoves it off her lap. "Whoâs that?"
"She is Dianaâs mother, Ava. Please stop touching me." Beatrice tries to fight the rising pressure in her lungs. Lucia smiles coyly and winks when Ava slides back into the seat next to Beatrice.
"Are you alright?" Ava presses into Beatriceâs side, squeezes the hand she pulls into her lap.
"Fine." Beatrice forces a smile and she knows Ava doesnât believe her, she knows by the wrinkle between her eyes and the little quiver of the corner of her mouth. Carlos shoots a straw wrapper at Beatrice and she laughs brightly, dropping Avaâs gaze to fling the wrapper in his direction.Â
Lucia pats her knee and Beatrice suddenly finds she isnât hungry anymore. Beatrice crosses and uncrosses her legs more times than she can count, trying desperately to listen as Carlos and Ava discuss the best PokĂŠmon and why itâs Mimikyu. Marley disagrees and brings Mew into the conversation but Beatrice canât focus enough to join, even when they all try so hard to get her involved. Ava keeps pausing to look at her, especially when Beatrice chokes on her drink because Lucia squeezes her thigh.
"Iâm going to clean myself up." Beatrice blots the wet spot on her shirt with her napkin, ignoring the stares she receives when she scrapes her chair back and rushes to the restroom.
She stares at her wild eyes and hair in the mirror for only a moment before pulling her shirt off and holding it under the hand dryers, more thankful than ever that she decided to wear a top under her shirt today.
The door creaks open and Beatrice sighs, doesnât turn from the hand dryer. She waits for Avaâs worried voice to ask if sheâs alright, she waits for the light touch on her elbow to silently ask her to turn.
Instead, arms slither around her hips, curl around her stomach and turn her in place.Â
"Lucia. Umm, could I⌠could I just get a minute⌠Iâm not feeling too well." Beatrice takes a step back, hits her elbow on the hot metal of the dryer. She has nowhere to go, Lucia stands between her and the door.
"So Ava, huh?" Is this what a rabbit feels like when a wolf decides to make a meal of it?
"I would really prefer not to do this, please." She hates how her voice shakes, how her hip clips the edge of the sink, how her shoulders press into the cold tile wall.
"Itâs okay, we donât have to tell your girlfriend." Lucia winks and her breath singes across Beatriceâs face. She squeezes her eyes closed and tries to disappear.
Beatrice forgets how to breathe, she feels the world collapse into this single moment as her blood runs cold and Lucia kisses her.
Her stomach turns hard and she freezes, she disappears. Beatrice is certain sheâs going to fall through the floor and wake up in hell, that this is some sort of demonic torture method for whatever sins sheâs forgotten to ask repentance for. But when Lucia tries to force her tongue in Beatriceâs mouth, she remembers how to move.
Beatrice shoves her shoulders hard, sends Lucia stumbling backward and crashing into the far wall. She makes a beeline for the door, swings it open and wrenches her arm out of Luciaâs cold grip.
"Bea?" Avaâs already on her feet, eyes wide and fingers brushing over the inside of Beatriceâs wrist. She doesnât try to regain the contact when Beatrice yanks her arm away. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I just remembered I have a thing, Iâve got to go." Carlos watches her dig through her jacket for a handful of cash, dropping it on the table before ducking through the group coming in the door and turning down the sidewalk.
Ava lifts Diana from her seat, hurries to follow Beatrice onto the street, spins in place to try to find her when they emerge.Â
Beatrice has disappeared without a trace.
Ava tries calling her, tries sending her messages but she receives no replies. So she makes her way home with Diana, promises to order pizza in exchange for her lunch being cut short.
Sheâs there.
Pacing in hurried circles and chewing on her thumbnail in front of Avaâs door. Her eyes are red and her breaths are ragged and wet, her nail beds on the opposite hand are raw and bleeding in some places from where sheâs torn the skin apart between her teeth.
Ava doesnât try to stop her movements, doesnât try to figure out whatâs bothering her, she simply opens the door and steps out of the way for Beatrice to enter unimpeded. Beatrice offers no acknowledgment, no explanation as she pushes into the apartment and locks herself in the bathroom.
Ava settles Diana in her high chair with chicken nuggets and broccoli pieces before going to check on Beatrice.
"Hey, Bea." She knocks on the door. "Itâs just me. Are you okay?"
"Iâm going to take a shower." Her words are rushed and she stumbles over them like Bambi on ice.
"Okay. I can get you some fresh clothes, would you prefer that?"
"Thank you." Ava rests her forehead against the door and sighs, lets her eyes close as she tries to will Beatrice into being okay.
She gathers her softest pajamas, the set Beatrice always steals when she forgets to bring her own. She hears the water screech on, the shower curtain scream closed. Diana whines from her entrapment and Ava lets her down, bribes her with cookies into going down for her nap early before she returns to the door. She knocks firmly and receives no reply.
"Hey, Bea." Ava calls through the door. "I have those pajamas you love. Do you want me to leave them out here or - "
"You can come in." Ava inhales deeply and nods, twists the knob slowly, staring intentionally at her feet as she steps into the steam filled room.
"Iâm just going to leave these on the counter, Iâll be in the living room if you need me." She spins back to the door after dropping the clothes where sheâd promised to leave them, pausing when she hears a sharp sniffle from behind the curtain. "Bea? Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Just - canâŚ" Beatrice takes a shaky breath. "Can you stay?"
"Oh. Umm yeah. I can stay. Do I - do I need to like⌠Iâm not quite certain what Iâm supposed to do." Beatrice makes a coughing sound that resembles a choked sob and Ava wants to wrap her in a blanket and tell her everythingâs going to be alright. "Do you want me to sit here next to the tub?"
"Itâs fine, you donât - "
"That wasnât my question, Bea. Do you want me to sit next to the tub, yes or no?"
"Yes." Her voice nearly gets lost in the water hitting the bottom of the basin, Ava barely catches when she adds infinitely quieter. "Please."
"Of course." Ava presses her back into the cold porcelain tub and hums quietly to herself, crossing her legs and hoping Beatrice will tell her whatâs wrong without her having to ask. Sheâs not sure why she offers, but Beatrice doesnât seem to be doing much more than standing under the scalding hot water. "I have a bath bomb or bubbles if you would prefer to take a bath."
"I - are you sure?" The curtain shifts and Beatriceâs hair drips water onto the tiles beside Ava.
"Absolutely. I mean, the bath bombs have little toys in them, but if youâre willing to overlook that." Ava stares at the animals on the bathmat.
"Are they good toys?" Beatrice is trying very hard to sound lighthearted, Ava knows sheâs trying to wash away the stifling dark clouds that have settled in the room with them.
"Well, Diana loves them." Ava offers a half smile over her shoulder, not quite turning enough to meet Beatriceâs eyes. Beatrice laughs wetly and the water turns off briefly before she starts to fill the tub. Ava digs through Dianaâs bath supplies, raising the bath bomb box above her head triumphantly when she finds it. "I have lavender and chamomile, orange and grapefruit, or⌠well this just says milk. I donât know what that means."
"I would rather not smell like soggy cereal," Beatrice tries to joke, but the tears in her voice drown the humor. "The chamomile one sounds nice."
The curtain screams as itâs pushed open slowly, Ava stares intently at the door when she turns to hand the bath bomb to Beatrice.
"Thank you." Her voice is softer than it had been before, strained with emotion and Ava wants so desperately to wrap her in her arms and tell her itâs okay.
"Itâs just a bath bomb. I think it was like four dollars for the set."
"Not. Not that. For - " Beatrice makes a clicking noise. Ava presses her back into the side of the tub. She doesnât turn. "For being you. For being here."
"I never left. Iâve always been here, Bea. I always will."
"You canât promise that." Ava almost turns, for barely a second she starts to. But she stops. She doesnât want to make Beatrice uncomfortable.
"I can. And I have. And I will." Beatriceâs hand drips water down her neck when she brushes Avaâs hair over her shoulder. The droplet races down Avaâs spine and makes her shiver.
The water sloshes as Beatrice leans to turn it off, Ava can hear the bath bomb fizzing quietly as it dissolves, Dianaâs music box slows to a stop. Ava worries Beatrice can hear her heart thumping against her chest. Lavender and chamomile wrap around her like a warm coat, carried by the steam from the broiling hot water.
Ava twists, keeps her head trained on the opposite wall while she extends her hand for Beatrice to take if she wishes. She does, threads her wet fingers through Avaâs and squeezes. Ava squeezes back.
"You can look." Avaâs heart stops and she shakes her head reflexively. "Itâs okay, Ava."
"Are you sure?" Father forgive me but fuck you, this is not the time for these feelings. Beatriceâs free hand is gentle as it takes Avaâs chin and slowly turns her head for their eyes to meet. Her smile is soft and sincere, Ava reciprocates it easily.
Sheâs folded into herself, knees tucked under her chin, arm squeezing around her shins, shoulders curled into her thighs. She looks so small. Small and broken. Eyes red and puffy, nose raw, cheeks flushed. Avaâs never seen her like this, it twists and pulls and stabs her in the heart.
"Are you alright?" She rubs her thumb over Beatriceâs knuckles, watches her throat bob when she swallows.
"Fine." Ava raises an eyebrow but she doesnât ask again, Beatrice drops her chin onto her knees and sighs, cuts her eyes away. "Iâm sorry."
"You donât have to apologize. Youâve done nothing wrong." Â Beatrice shrugs and Ava offers a half smile. "Do you want me to wash your hair? It always makes me feel better when Iâm upset."
Beatrice nods and Ava grabs the shampoo bottle as she moves behind Beatrice, massaging it into her scalp. Beatrice sighs deeply and leans into the touch, the soap foams and drips onto Beatriceâs shoulder. Ava watches the bubbles race down her back, trail over a freckle on her back.
"It was Lucia." Avaâs head snaps up as Beatrice turns, presses her chin into her shoulder.
"That upset you?" Beatrice nods. "Did you get into a fight?" Ava rinses the soap off her hands, cups water in her hand to rinse Beatriceâs hair.
"We arenât - itâs not like that. I donât - " Beatrice shakes her head, turns away. She sniffs and her voice wobbles, she continues barely in a whisper. "Please."
"Sorry. Itâs not my business. You donât have to tell me." Beatrice sighs again. "You can if you want, I just donât want to pry."
"Ask."
"Uh, what?" Ava pulls back, braces herself on the edge of the tub.
"Ask. Please. I canâtâŚ"
"Did she do something?" Beatrice nods. "Something you didnât like?" She nods again. "Something you didnât want?" Another nod. "Did she hurt you?"
Beatrice twists completely, tears in her eyes and chin wobbling. Soap tracks down the side of her face and Ava wipes it away without thinking. Beatrice flinches away.
"Sorry." She pulls away. Beatrice chases her hand with her own, leads it back to her face.
"Please."
"Whatâd she do, Bea?" Ava holds her face steady, listens to the water drip from the faucet.
"Itâs not - itâs not even - I shouldnât - "
"Hey, hey. Listen to me, youâre safe. Youâre safe now. Whatever happened, Iâm here." Ava doesnât think before pulling her into her arms, soapy water drenching her shirt when Beatrice tucks her head into her neck. Ava cradles the back of her head, scratches the foamy skin there softly. "Iâm here. Youâre safe."
"I shouldnât feel like this. It was just - it was - it was - "
"It wasnât just anything, Bea. If youâre upset, itâs not just anything. Donât invalidate your own emotions." Ava drops her cheek against the top of her head, squeezes her shoulders and rubs a circle on her back. "Iâm here. Youâre safe."
She holds her while she cries, scratches the nape of her neck and rubs across her shoulders until the tears fade and the sobs stop. She lets Beatriceâs wet hair stick her shirt to her back and trickle water down her spine, resists the urge to press a kiss against her temple. She holds her until the steam stops rising and the water cools and the bath bomb fizz all pops. She holds her until she pulls away.
"Hey. Come on. Letâs get you dressed and into bed, yeah?" Ava rubs the tops of her shoulders and smiles. "Let me rinse the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, then Iâll brush it and braid it, yeah?"
"Thank you."
"Always." Ava guides her back around, tilts her head back and slowly rinses the remaining soap from her hair. Beatrice watches her silently through glassy eyes, Avaâs careful not to splash any soap into her eyes, cups her hands to block the water when she pours it over her scalp. She helps her up, hands her a clean towel from the rack. "Iâll be right outside, if you need me."
"You donât - you can stay." Ava pauses with her fingers on the doorknob.
"I know. Iâll be on the other side of the door." She doesnât close it all the way, she stays where Beatrice can see her through the crack in the door. The wet spot on her shirt is cold, makes the skin feel blasted with frigid Arctic air. The door creaks open quietly and Beatriceâs fingers are warm as she grazes down the back of Avaâs elbow to her wrist. Ava turns and watches a water droplet speed down the vein in Beatriceâs neck and spread into the neck of her pullover. Sheâs holding Avaâs hairbrush and a hair tie. "Bed?" Beatrice nods a single time, chews on her bottom lip until Ava taps her thumb against the flesh. She smiles when Beatrice releases the raw skin from between her teeth. "Come now, letâs take care of your hair."
Sheâs gentle as she leads Beatrice to her bedroom, as she settles her on the floor beside her bed, as she shifts so Beatriceâs back is pressed into her shins.
"Is this okay?" Her hand hovers over Beatriceâs damp hair. She nods. "I need you to tell me, Bea."
"This is okay." Avaâs fingers sift through her hair, bundle the hair together so she can pull the brush through it carefully. Ava doesnât speak again while she twists Beatriceâs hair into a French braid, ties the hair elastic around the end and drops it over Beatriceâs shoulder.
"All done. Do you want to lay down? Or I can make tea. Or we can watch a movie. Dianaâs down for her nap so we have - "
"Ava."
"Sorry. I donât want to make you feel like you  - "
"I know." Beatrice presses deeper into Avaâs legs, drops her head over her knee. "I feel safe with you."
And there it is. Thatâs silly warm feeling that twists Avaâs heart in her chest and squeezes her lungs and makes her body pulse with each heartbeat.
Ava rubs her thumb over a freckle on Beatriceâs neck thatâs shaped almost like a heart.
"Diana has one like this in this same spot." Beatrice twists to try to see what Avaâs talking about. "This heart-shaped freckle. She has it right here." She traces the muscle in her neck further up before pressing her thumb into the space Dianaâs freckle is. She can feel Beatriceâs heartbeat thrashing beneath her fingertips.
Beatrice lifts her eyes from Avaâs hand to meet her gentle gaze, she turns into her, presses up on her knees to launch herself into Avaâs chest. She knocks the breath from Avaâs lungs as she tackles her back into the mattress, nose pressing into its home in the crook of her neck and arms squeezing tight.
Avaâs shirt is still wet and Beatriceâs breath across the cold flesh ripples goosebumps across her skin.
"Youâre wet." She mumbled into the damp cloth, nuzzling closer.
"Thatâs what she said." Ava responds automatically before freezing. "Shit sorry, that was - "
Beatrice giggles, soft and unsteady. Ava feels her try to bury her smile in her shoulder, the curve of her grin pressed into her collarbone, the warmth of her laughter seeping through her skin and spreading through her chest.
"Itâs okay." Beatrice smiles crookedly, face softer than it has been in as long as Ava can remember. She pulls away, rolls off her and pokes her side softly. "You should change out of your wet clothes."
Ava bites back another witty retort in favor of kissing Beatrice on the forehead and following her suggestion, ducking into her closet to shed the shirt and tug a dry one on. Beatrice is sprawled on her stomach across the bedspread waiting when she opens the door. She smiles, soft eyes watching her quietly.
Ava takes the hand Beatrice holds out to her, allows her to be pulled down beside her. She starts to curl against her when she hesitates.
"Is this okay?" Beatrice nods and Ava chews her lip but doesnât move.
"Itâs okay." Beatrice wiggles closer, guides Avaâs arm around her waist and tucks her nose into her neck. "I feel safe with you."
I feel safe with you.
Ava kisses her forehead again, holds her against her racing heart and prays sheâll never forget this moment.
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Paging Dr. Dad
Bruce wakes up to his phone ringing.
He clears his throat, swallowing past the lump of dread. âGo,â he says by way of greeting. No time for pleasantries at two in the morning.
âI just got a notification Steph is in the hospital,â Barbara says without preamble because they are actually very alike, not that Barbara would ever admit it. âEveryoneâs on patrol except you, and Iâm tied up with the Birds.â
âHer status?â Bruce asks as he gets up from bed, grimacing as his ankle boot bangs against the bed frame.
âStable, according to her hospital intake form,â Barbara says, and some of his tension uncoils. âBut,â she falters, âshe shouldnât be by herself. Not there.â
Bruce glances down at his flannel Superman pajamas Clark got him for Christmas partly as a joke. Heâll only admit it to Clark upon pain of death, but they are surprisingly comfortable and warm. He could wrestle them off over his boot and pull on a pair of sweatpants with even more difficulty, for what, his image? Stephanie is in the hospital, alone.
He forgoes his crutches â theyâll just slow him down â and clunks out of his bedroom. âIâm on my way,â he says.Â
âI think her com got knocked out during the fight,â Barbara adds, âso she has to be pretty bored by now.â
Despite himself, Bruce smiles. âWell, we canât have that. I shudder to think of what a bored Stephanie Brown can get up to.â
âWhy do you think I called you?â Barbara says, her voice wry. âThanks, Bruce.â
âOf course.â Bruce grits his teeth as he painstakingly makes his way down to the entrance hall. âIâll be there in thirty.âÂ
âTwenty,â Barbara corrects. âI already sent a taxi to the Manor. Look, Iâve got to go. Give Steph a hug for me. I know you can. I know your arms are working just fine.â
Bruce says dryly, âThanks for calling, Barbara.â
âSee you at the next crisis.â
He hangs up and focuses on not tripping down the staircase and joining Stephanie in the hospital. After scribbling a note for Alfred still down in the Cave, he grabs his coat and heads out the door.
He waits for the taxi, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets, breath misting in the cold winter air. He hasnât been further than the front lawn in a week, laid up with his broken ankle.
He thumbs his dark phone screen, lips pursed. He could call one of his sons for a full rundown of what went wrong and why Spoiler ended up in the hospital, but who knows if they could afford the distraction. If one of them could have been spared, they would be on their way to her, not Bruce.Â
* * *
An extra fifty to the cab driver, and fifteen minutes later, Bruce is rushing through the doors of Gotham General. He throws the tired receptionist at the ER a winning smile that once made Miss America herself swoon. âIâm here to see Stephanie Brown. She was admitted about a half hour ago.â
The receptionist taps a few keys with one hand as she lifts a truly massive thermos with the other one. âID?â
Bruce fishes out his wallet and hands over his driverâs license. âBruce Wayne.â
The receptionist doesnât blink as pushes it back towards him, âYou can go on back,â she says. âNext!â
Bruce hurries around the welcome station, scanning the people in the ER slumped over in chairs, their expressions a mix of boredom, consternation, and pain.
If Stephanie was badly hurt enough to be admitted to the hospital, she wouldnât be able to sit up, so he starts on the curtained off areas along the left wall, where the beds are.Â
The first has an elderly lady spitting Spanish at a chastised-looking young man, so Bruce just mutters a low, âLo siento,â and moves on.Â
The second has an unconscious teen surrounded by his parents. His mother pats his hair worryingly, while his father is bent over a rosary. Bruce passes them by without saying anything.Â
The third has Stephanie, just clad in her black nondescript black undersuit. Ice packs are shoved against her left side, and her left foot lays against the bed all wrong, the arch flat against the bed.
A doctor is talking to her in a low voice as he taps away on a tablet.Â
Her eyes widen as Bruce pulls the curtain back so he can edge inside.Â
The doctor looks up â Dr. Douglas Woods, according to the ID hanging off his lanyard. Heâs young, his early thirties at most, and doesnât yet have that haggard look of most of Gothamâs medical professionals. âIâm sorry, man,â he says to Bruce, âbut you canât be in here. Weâre swamped tonight, but weâll get to you as soon as ââ
âHe can stay,â Stephanie interrupts. âHeâs family. Heâs,â she throws Bruce an inscrutable look, pausing infinitesimally, âmy dad. But most importantly, heâs wearing Superman pajamas. Do you have no pride, man?â
Bruce glares, his irritation spiking. This is what he gets for rushing to her side. âThey were a gift.â
âFrom who? A novelty store BOGO sale?â
âFrom Clark,â Bruce says through gritted teeth.Â
Stephanieâs eyes dance, and Bruceâs rigid posture loses some of its tension. If she can sass him, she canât be in too much pain. âThat man must have balls of steel.â And then she winks.Â
âStephanie.â
Dr. Woods coughs. âAs I was saying, Steph, you got pretty roughed up.â
âTurns out I shouldnât have tried to fight a speeding Subaru,â Stephanie drawls. âNot after I skip leg day.â
Bruce suppresses a pleased smile. A car accident is smart.Â
âYeah, donât do that again,â Dr. Woods says with a small smile. âYour hip is dislocated, and weâll try to set that in a few minutes. If we canât get it on the first try, weâll put you under anesthesia and pop it back. Do you consent to that, if we have to?â
Stephanieâs gaze darts to Bruce, who nods. He has dislocated his hip before; from experience, it should get back in its socket as soon as possible.Â
âYeah,â Stephanie says, subdued.Â
âWeâre going to get you to radiology to get that wrist looked at,â Dr. Wood says, âbut it might be a while. Theyâre backlogged after that explosion in Chinatown.â
âI bet,â Stephanie deadpans, and ice wouldnât melt on her tongue.Â
Bruceâs gaze flicks up to the singed edges of her bangs.
âThereâs not much we can do for your ribs,â Dr. Woods continues apologetically. âJust press the alert if your cold packs need replacing, and a nurse can help.â
âThanks, doc,â Stephanie says as he gets up to leave.Â
âHow long until radiology will be able to look at Stephanieâs case?â Bruce cuts in before Dr. Woods can move on.
He grimaces as he glances down at his watch. âAn hour?â
Two hours, then.Â
As Dr. Woods pushes the curtain aside, Bruce asks loudly, âAre her ribs bruised, cracked, or broken?â
Stephanie shrinks down on her hospital bed, her expression darkening.
âBruised, definitely,â Dr. Woods says. âBut I wouldnât rule out a few fractures from the impact. Regardless, treatment is the same.â
âWhat painkillers is she on?â Bruce presses.
âJust ibuprofen, but sheâs also free to request aspirin from the nurse.â He frowns. âWith her current injuries, I canât prescribe her narcotics.â
âWill she need to be admitted overnight?â
Stephanie winces.
âIt depends on that hip,â Dr. Woods says, clearly growing impatient at all the questions. âIf we canât set it without anesthesia, weâll have to keep her, since itâs already,â he checks his watch, âthree in the morning.â He more forcefully pulls the curtain back to leave. âIâll stop by again soon.â
Once the curtain settles back in place, shielding Stephanie and Bruce from view, he turns back to find her glaring defiantly up at him, the fingers of her good hand tapping against the plastic bedding. âWell? Get on with it.â
Bruce frowns. âGet on with what?â
âThe lecture.â
âWhat lecture?â
Stephanie huffs, âI donât know. The You Took Unnecessary Risks lecture. The Youâre Benched lecture. The You Fucked Up lecture. Take your pick.â
âI didnât come here to lecture you,â Bruce says truthfully.
Stephanie makes a very skeptical noise in the back of her throat. âThen what are you doing here? Damian will report our run-in with the Ghost Dragons. Hopefully heâll write in wherever he stashed my suit. Knowing him, the sewer, probably.â As Bruce just stares at her, her jaw takes on a distinctly mulish set. âJust get it over with, Bruce. My hip hurts, and I wanna pass out.â
âI didnât come here to lecture you,â Bruce repeats.
Stephanie purses her lips.Â
âI,â Bruce swallows, and why the hell did he race here, if Stephanie would clearly rather be alone? âI came here to keep you company,â he says, deliberately keeping his voice detached.
Stephanie chokes on air.
He surges forward, his concern spiking. âStephanie ââ
âIâm fine,â she coughs. âJust surprised.â
âBarbara called me,â Bruce says by way of explanation as he sits down in the chair Dr. Woods vacated.
âAnd you, what, rushed to my sickbed?â Stephanie asks, her tone still skeptical. âAt three in the morning? Just to â what, make sure I can make it through the big bad ER?â
âYes,â Bruce says helplessly.
Stephanie cackles.
Bruce feels vaguely offended.
As her grin fades, she says, âI didnât â I would never have â what I mean is,â she squares her shoulders, meeting his gaze squarely, âThanks, for coming. You didnât have to.â
He scoots the chair closer. âItâs nothing, Stephanie. And, yes, I did.â
âButââ Stephanie cuts herself off as a distinctive voice from the waiting room doesnât so much as float in but barrel through.
âWhere is Brown? Where is my father? I demand ââ
âNo way,â Stephanie breathes.
Bruce barely has time to brace himself before Damian shoves the curtain aside.Â
âThere you are,â Damian says impatiently, but Bruce can read the concern in his youngestâs face clear as day, the pinched set to his mouth, the furrow between his brows, the way his eyes rove up and down Stephanieâs body, lingering on her ribs and hip.
âHello, Damian,â Bruce says over the sound of rushing footsteps. âDick,â he adds as his oldest skids to a stop behind Damian. âWhereâs Tim?â Bruce asks because his family tends to travel in packs.
âPicking up Babs,â Dick says cheerfully. âHere, Dames, you forgot this.â He hands over a purple stuffed rabbit.
âI did no such thing,â Damian says, lifting his nose into the air. He makes no move to take it.
âMm hm,â Dick hums, shaking his head. âThis is for you,â he says, turning to Stephanie and tucking the purple rabbit against her good ribs. âDamian spotted it in the gift shop and thought youâd like it. He ran off while I was paying.â
Damian hisses, âYou did not have to buy it, Richard.â
Dick chuckles, a broad grin spreading across his face. âLike I was going to steal from a hospital ââ
âThatâs not what I meant!â
Stephanie raises the rabbit to eye level. Casually, she asks, âWhatâs its name, Damian?â
Damian turns to her, his eyes wide. âI did not ââ
Stephanie lowers the rabbit. âSeriously? Youâre gonna lie to me when Iâm wounded, suffering and in pain, could be dying ââ
â⌠Antonia.â
Stephanie absorbs this for a long moment. âThatâs a dumb name.â
Damian rears up. âIt is not ââÂ
Bruce settles back in his chair, content to listen to them bicker. He keeps his gaze trained on Stephanie, though, watching as the tension eases from her face the longer she goads Damian, distracting him from his worry.Â
As Damian and Dick get into an argument about Dickâs naming abilities â at least they keep their voices down as batarang, batcomputer, and batmobile get thrown down like gauntlets â Bruce leans in towards Stephanie. âIf youâd like to pass out, now is the time to do it.â
âRoger,â Stephanie says, blinking heavy-lidded eyes. âYouâll take Antonia if I have to go to surgery, right?â
Bruce reaches over to rub one of Antoniaâs soft ears between his thumb and forefinger. âDamian will probably guard her with his life.â
âAnd you?â she asks.
âTo be honest, Iâm far more concerned about you,â Bruce says. âYou should get some sleep.â
With that, her eyes close, and Bruce settles in to wait.
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If You Bring a Friend to Dinner...
Kon eyed the multiple laptops Tim had scattered around himself as he lounged on the couch in the manorâs living room, not as hard as he was side eying Timâs outfit, but he was still eying the technology situation hard. âWhy are you researching this today? And why arenât we doing this in the cave?â
âIâm bored and you know Bruceâs rule about suits in the cave,â Tim answered without taking his eyes off his screen except to switch to looking at a different laptopâs screen. âAlso, Iâm not changing.â He motioned to his quite comfy, oversized, fluffy dark hoodie, which gave the impression of an adult version of a toddlerâs bear coat. The only thing it was missing was little ears on the hood.
âLazy,â Kon scoffed and collapsed onto the opposite couch, feet hanging over the arm.
âComfortable,â Tim corrected, now looking at the third laptop.
âYou look ridiculous. You should be embarrassed,â Kon grumbled.
This finally made Tim stop and look up. âOf all the things Iâve done, this is what you think I should be embarrassed about? Buddy, this isnât even in the top hundred this year alone,â Tim scoffed. âBesides, I'm not going to see anyone but you and my family today and I donât care what any of you guys think.â
Kon opened his mouth to tell him that was probably a good thing because what he thought was that Tim look like a spoiled, sorority girl going through a bad breakup.  But instead of passing on this vital knowledge, he snapped his mouth shut and lifted his head to angle it toward the rest of the manor. âNo way,â he muttered under his breath.
Tim sat up straight, immediately switching to mission mode and scouring the Watchtowerâs feed scanning for any crises popping up anywhere in the world. âWhat is it?â he demanded, his blood pressure steadily increasing with each negative result.
âNo way,â Kon repeated again. He bolted up off the couch and flew out the door toward the west wing, moving so quickly, it was close to being literal. Tim rushed after him with absolutely no hope of catching him even if he hadnât taken a few extra seconds to carefully displace his laptops.
Kon skidded to a stop at the end of the west wingâs hallway barely missing colliding into the two figures that had stopped in the middle of the hallway, the woman clearly didnât let her significantly smaller stature hold her back as she stood staring up the other man, hands on her hips with a cocky smirk on her lips while the man didnât look chastened in the least. The woman eeped and jumped back at the sudden intrusion while the man sighed heavily, the amused uptick to his lips dropping instantly. âWhat are you doing here?â he glowered.
âAnd good to see you too, Damian,â Kon grinned. He took a step to the side just in time to avoid Tim bowling into him as he rounded the corner but grabbed his arm to help him skid to a stop before running into the other two.
Damian leaned back and crossed his arms as he glowered at their dumbfounded stares. âOh good, the peanut gallery.â
Tim and Kon would have responded any other time, heartily dished back the attitude Damian was giving them, but they were too dumbfounded at seeing Damian with a friend other than Jon, a female, non-hero friend, to really register his words.
The woman waited a few beats, looking back and forth between them before deciding to take matters into her own hands. She grinned at them and held out her hand. âHi! Iâm Marinette.â
Tim stared at the hand, still too dumbfounded to register what was going on. He leaned back closer to Kon, âWhat the fuck is happening right now?â He meant to whisper, and technically, he did, but it was still loud enough to travel crystal clear to both Marinette and Damian.
âItâs a hand⌠you shake it as a greeting,â she explained slowly.
Tim blinked a few times before he reached out and shook her hand woodenly. He looked over at Damian while still holding her hand, eyes wide in shock. âYou brought someone home.â He didnât realize he was still holding her hand until she chortled quietly at his astonished tone, only then letting go of her hand and offering her a sheepish smile.
âObviously,â Damian retorted. He pretended to flinch when the woman elbowed him in the ribs and sighed dramatically. âThis is my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette, this isâŚâ
âSheâs a girâŚâ Kon cut in. His eyes darted to Damian for just a second before returning to the woman in front of him. âYou're a girl,â Kon stated to her, meeting her eyes with an incredulous stare as though she should understand why that was so problematic to his world view.
She straightened instantly and her eyes hardened. âYeah, well spotted.  Good job.  Now do something impressive, like figure out what you are.  I'm guessing cryptid,â she snapped with a coldness he hadnât anticipated from someone dressed in so many pastels.
He blinked like he was really seeing her for the first time and leaned back to better view her with an assessing once over and raised an amused eyebrow as his lips curled up in a smile, âNah, that's usually Tim. He dresses for it and everything,â he motioned toward Timâs hoodie.  âIâm a different type of legendary beast.â He waggled his eyebrows at her. âIâm more one of the tall, sexy creatures that visit maidenâs dreams.â
âNo, you arenât,â Damian declared.
Marinette crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back, her eyes narrowing. âLike a Liderc maybe,â she scoffed.Â
Kon hummed in mock consideration and took a step closer to her. âIs a LiricâŚâ
âLiderc,â she corrected.
â⌠tall and sexy?â he finished leaning closer to her.
She pushed him back with a smirk and a finger to his chest. âNot exactly⌠more like a little superhumanâŚâ
âSupernatural,â Damian corrected quickly. He shook his head curtly for Tim without bothering to look over and see the questioning glance he knew must be on his face.
ââŚcreature,â she continued without acknowledging Damianâs interruption with a nonchalance indicative of well-established prior experience, âhatched out of a podâŚâ Her smug expression dropped and her eyes unfocused for just a second before she turned to Damian, missing the way Konâs face froze, âpod?â
âEgg,â Damian answered. He waited until sheâd turned back to Kon before meeting Timâs eye this time and curtly shaking his head. Tim raised his eyebrows higher and bobbed his head incredulously. Damian subtly shrugged then nodded. Timâs face stretched in an impressed glower as he returned his attention to the conversation between Marinette and Kon with a renewed interest.
ââŚeggâŚâ she continued oblivious to the silent conversation behind her, her smug expression fully back in place.
âPod was more accurate,â Tim snickered just loudly enough for Kon to hear. Kon huffed and shoved his head away.
ââŚthat flies around and attaches itself to single women,â she finished.
Tim doubled over, the sound of his roaring laughter echoing down the long hallway. Even Damian grinned at her description and Konâs flabbergasted expression. âI thoughtâŚâ Tim stopped to gasp for breath and grabbed onto Konâs shoulder for support, âI thought you hadnât met her yet. She seems to know you pretty well.â Kon scowled and shoved his hand off his shoulder, taking a small measure of enjoyment from Tim almost falling over with the loss of support.
âIt also helps form the Hungarian word for nightmare,â Damian added with a smirk.
âSee, there you go, she thinks youâll visit her dreams,â Tim chortled and patted Konâs chest. âSounds like you were right after all.â
Damianâs smirk quickly dropped. âThere will be no dream guest appearance except between us,â Damian insisted. He tugged Marinette a bit closer and into his side, moving her further away from Kon.  âLet me know when Jon arrives.â Marinette glared at him pointedly. âI will not say âpleaseâ no matter how hard you stare,â he stated, deftly avoiding her eyes and starting to move them out of the hallway.
âIâm not your assistant,â Tim growled. Damian stopped and raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. âYou got something to say?â Tim asked sharply.
âOh, I finally get to meet Jon?â Marinette asked, a bit louder than necessary for their proximity, and moved between the two, directly into Damianâs line of sight.
âYes,â he confirmed as he finally lowered his eyes from the broken staring contest. His face softened as he continued moving them out of the hallway again. âHe will be here in a little bit. He said he had something to do first, then heâll be over and will stay until the New Yearâs party tomorrow. He was quite excited to meet you as well.â
She quirked her head to the side slightly. âWill he be here in time toâŚâ
âHe will indeed,â he cut in sharply. He frog marched her away from the bedroom wing and toward the east wing before she could ask anymore questions.
âWait! Damian, you havenât introduced us!â Marinette objected and tried to turn around toward the men but had to settle for vaguely motioning over her shoulder. âI donât even know their names.â
âYes, good observation,â he praised with only a hint of condescension in his voice and a bit more force in his hands.
âDamian!â she tried to twist to smack his chest but his hands were unyielding. âThatâs rude. I donât want to start out by being rude to your family.â
âFirst, they are not both family,â he scoffed. âSecond, you called one of them a Lidrerc and Iâm being rude?â
âYes! Thatâs different. And you know it,â she huffed.
He eyed her skeptically but shook it off. âThird, I tried and they interrupted. It is their fault if they did not get a proper introduction. Fourth, and most importantly, they are a waste of our time and attention, and I assure you they will not think of this as a reflection on you.â
âDamian!â She gasped and succeeded this time in twisting under his arm to confront him.
The only concession Damian was willing to give to indicate how impressed he was with her ability to break free from his grasp was a raised eyebrow. The rest of his face remained stoic, if a little exasperated. âIâve known them for almost 10 years now. I stand by my evaluation,â he intoned as he turned her around again and continued to push her down the hallway.
âIâm so sorry,â she called over her shoulder as she attempted to give them a parting bright smile and wave.
âIâm not,â Damian called just as loudly but without taking his eyes off the path ahead of him.
Tim scoffed and shook his head at their retreating backs. âHe brought someone home⌠a girl⌠and she seemsâŚnice⌠and normal⌠and nice,â he murmured incredulously.
âOh, she seems very nice,â Kon agreed, watching just as intently, but focusing considerably more on one of them in particular.
Tim smacked him in the chest. âNo,â he ordered sternly.
âWhat?â he asked in mock innocence that he couldnât have pulled off even fresh out of the pod.
âDamianâs friend⌠well, friend. You know, Iâm not sure what that is,â he motioned vaguely toward the east wing, âbut you will not interfere. Damian doesnât make friends. This is big.â
âI havenât done anything⌠yet.â He winked at Tim and started back toward the living room.
âKonâŚâ Tim started warningly.
âCome on, Iâm not going to intentionally hurt him no matter how much of an ass he usually is.â He grinned devilishly back at Tim. âTell you what, you go start the research on her we both know youâre going to do, and Iâll grab some food from somewhere. I can tell you what I heard them talking about when I get back and why he brought her.â
Tim sighed and jogged to catch up with him, smacking him upside the head as soon as he did. âStop listening in on peopleâs conversations outside of missions. Itâs creepy.â They made it all the way back to the living room before he broke. âBut since you heard it already, tell me everything when you get back.â
Kon grinned and shrugged on his jacket. âIâll bring back Batburger. That feels like a spilling the tea kind of food.â
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âI know where the art room is, you know. I donât need an escort,â Jon pointed out as he followed closely behind Kon and Tim on their way down the east wingâs hallway.
âOh, weâre not escorting you,â Tim corrected. He met Jonâs eyes over his shoulder with a look that did not comfort Jon at all.
âWeâre tagging along,â Kon clarified, giving Jon the same look, which was considerably more concerning for Jon when coming from Kon.
Jon eyed them suspiciously. âWhy?â
âCuriosity,â Tim answered at the same time Kon said, âInterest.â
Jonâs eyes narrowed further. âUh huh. Thatâs not fishy at all. Iâm not remotely concerned now,â he grumbled.
âNah, I researched her,â Tim assured him. He moved to the side and slowed his pace just a fraction to match Jonâs. âSheâs clean. Seems like a good kid. Might even be good for Damian.â
Jon nodded unsure how to respond to Timâs candor. âGood, well, thatâs⌠thatâs good.â He started to say more, to compliment Tim on looking out for his brother but before he could figure out how to form the words, Kon snorted.
Tim raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â
Kon waved him off like it was nothing, but the tightening of his jaw indicated otherwise. âNothing. She's just complementing the composition and contrasts of his art and how talented,â he spit the word out like it personally offended him,âand he is absolutely preening at it.â
Jon smiled. âItâs good to know sheâs supporting him. He really likes her, which of course he wonât say, but he talks about her a lot.â
âReally? I hadnât heard anything until today,â Tim noted curiously.
âNot too surprising,â Jon shrugged. âDoesnât really tell you anything about his life, does he? Dick maybe, but youâŚâ He let the sentence trail off. They both knew what Tim and Damianâs relationship was.
Tim grunted a sound similar to an agreement but suddenly smacked Kon upside the head. âAnd stop listening in on other people's conversations. It's creepy.â They took a few steps before he leaned slightly toward Kon and lowered his voice as though Jon couldn't still hear him and said, âBut let me know if he does anything embarrassing.â
Kon grinned and nodded at him with a wink, but his face quickly dropped into a pout as he scowled at the door just a few steps down from them. Tim looked from Kon to the door slowly, suspicion permeating his expression as he slowly opened the art room door, fully expecting the worst, which is why the fluffy sight in front of him was such a relief.
Damian and Marinette were standing in front of one of his paintings, her head on his shoulder and his arm around her waist whispering to each other as she pointed to different points in the painting. Tim looked back at Kon as he stepped into the room and snorted at his deepened scowl at the sweet sight.
The noise knocked the two out of their little bubble, seemingly affecting Damian more than Marinette based on the speed at which he dropped his hand and jumped away from her, causing her to almost fall. He reached out to push her back into balance but instantly returned his hand behind his back and straightened up to his full height before them.
âJon, it is good to see you. Glad you could make it,â Damian welcomed.
âOf course,â Jon said warmly and hugged Damian, which Damian allowed to happen, but didnât return. âIâm here for you.â
âWe didnât get that greeting,â Kon chortled.
âNo, we did not,â Tim agreed. âItâs almost like he doesnât want us here.â
Damian glared at them over Jonâs shoulder.  âItâs not almost like it,â he corrected curtly. He returned his attention to Jon and continued before they, or Marinette, could respond to or chastise him. âJon, this is my friend Marinette. Marinette, this is my friend Jon.â
Marinette smiled brilliantly, lighting up the entire room, and hugged him. She backed away just far enough to not share breath. âItâs so good to meet you! I feel like I know you already. Damian talks about you all the time.â
Jon blushed deeply and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking away sheepishly. âThanks. Itâs really good to finally meet you, too. He talks about you all the time, too. Like non-stop. I canât wait to spend time with you and get to know you better.â
Marinette, whose smile couldnât get any bigger, got warmer instead. âAbsolutely.â She kept his gaze for a few moments before shifting it over his shoulder to the two figures standing behind him and waved. âHey again! Sorry we didnât get to meet earlier, because Damian is rude,â she added pointedly with a glare to Damian added in, to which Damian shrugged unashamedly, âand didnât introduce us. âIâm Marinette. I believe I heard your name is Tim?â she asked uncertainly, waiting until he nodded before continuing. âSo, you must be Tim Drake, yes?â
âI amâ he grinned and ventured further into Damianâs art room than he had ever been allowed to venture before to shake her hand. âNice to meet you⌠officially.â As soon as she turned her attention to Kon, he smirked at Damian, fully enjoying the glare Damian was shooting him.
Marinette stepped closer to Kon and held her hand out. âAnd based on the leather jacket, that would make you Jason Todd?â
Kon sputtered and Tim burst out laughing. âUh⌠no, not Jason,â Kon corrected.
Marinetteâs face dropped almost as fast as her hand. âI am so sorry. It is nice to meet you...â
Kon stepped forward with a small smile and opened his mouth but before he could comfort her Damian pulled her back closer to him and tried to physically angle her toward Jon and main part of the room. âHis name is unimportant,â he stated firmly, making no doubt that the conversation was over.
Jon shook his head, exasperation bleeding from his expression and tone. âItâs the holidays. Be nice, Dame.â
âI donât see how the time of year should affect my behavior,â Damian sniffed.
Marinette dropped her head into her hands and let out an exasperated sigh.  âDamianâŚâ
Damian sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. âFine. That is Jon's brother.â He tried to angle her toward the room again, but Kon took her hand before he could, moving so quickly, it was dangerously close to exposing his identity.
âKon.  My name is Kon. And it is really nice to meet you, Marinette.â
She raised her head slightly and looked up at him, causing her to look through her lashes to meet his eyes, unintentionally taking his breath away. âNice to meet you, Kon.â
âNo, itâs not,â Damian grumbled and pulled her away from Kon, settling her on his other side next to Jon instead. He turned to face Kon full on standing between him and Marinette. âWe were in the middle of something.â
âWe were just about to go play a game,â Marinette added, popping up over his shoulder.
âWe were not.â
âIâd love to play a game,â Jon cheered. Marinette grinned brilliantly at him and clapped like the decision was made.
Damian groaned dramatically and motioned toward the hallway. âFine. The game room is down the hallway.â
Marinette nodded and started toward the hallway but froze mid-step. âYou have a room just for games?â
Kon chuckled, taking more pleasure than he should from the fact that sheâd stopped directly in front of him. âRich people,â he shrugged.
She nodded contemplatively like that explained everything but suddenly popped up. âOh! I know! Do you have Candyland?â She looked back to Tim and Kon with a wicked grin. âI get the feeling that's a game Damian would absolutely hate.â She made a noise somewhere between a squeal and exclamation and twirled in excitement at the prospect of Damian playing the game, heading out the door in full confidence he would follow her.
âIt's pure luck!â Damian exclaimed following after her as expected. âThere is no skill involved at all!â
âThat's the point,â Jon chuckled.  He jogged up to them and slung his arms over both their shoulders.
âWhat's the point if you can't win through your skills,â Damian grumbled.
âIt's just supposed to be for fun,â Marinette chided.
âThat does not sound fun,â he huffed petulantly. âIt sounds like a childrenâs game.â
âIt is a childrenâs game,â Jon laughed.
Damian stared at him incredulously. âThen why are we playing?â
âBecause youâre just a big kid,â Marinette snarked, her smirk only growing in response to Damianâs aghast look. She turned back toward Tim and Kon who had stayed next to the art room door watching their interactions in wonder. âDid you guys want to join?
âThey are far too busy,â Damian assured her hastily and loudly.
âNah, weâre completely open,â Kon grinned. âAnd Iâve never even heard of Candyland.â
Marinette gasped loud enough Kon didnât need to use his superhearing to detect it even from down the hall. She tried to turn back to them but Damian reached around Jon to keep her facing forward. âDamian, heâs never even heard of it! We have to let him play now.â
âWe do not.â
âOh, come on, Dame, it will make it more fun,â Jon insisted. His voice and eyes were filled with an excitement that Marinette seemed to feed off of, her own smile growing at Jonâs response.
Damian looked between them, his petulant frown staying firmly in place, but he let go of Marinetteâs arm and continued forward, knowing full well she and Jon would take it as an agreement. âIncluding Drake has never made anything more enjoyable.â
âCome on,â Tim snickered. âNow I have to play. Plus, I bet she's right about Candyland and I want to see Damian restraining himself from ripping the board in half as he pretends to be normal for her.â
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As it turns out, Marinette was, in fact, correct. Damian absolutely hated the game. If he had laser vision, the ice cream turrets on the Candy Castle would have been eviscerated. âThis is stupid,â he groused as Marinetteâs piece landed on the final rainbow square. He punctuated his displeasure by crossing his arms and pushing away from the table. He could have handled Marinette winning once, but three times was uncalled for.
âCheer up, Damian,â she tried consolingly. âItâs just for fun. It has nothing to do with your skills.â
âItâs a game of luck, remember,â Jon chimed in, which was easy for him as his pieces were usually not far behind Marinetteâs while Damian kept getting picture cards that inevitably sent him back toward the beginning of the board.
âYeah,â Damian glared at Kon, âluck.â
Kon looked to the ceiling innocently and mimed whistling. At the same time, Marinette reached up to touch her earrings guiltily, âand I do tend to be a bit lucky. Sorry.â
Kon opened his mouth to ask if meeting him was an example of getting lucky, but before he could say the line that would definitely end in him getting hit with kryptonite-laced brass knuckles, Dick bounded into the room.
âThere you guys are!â He smiled at all of them, but his eyes kept darting back to Marinette. He couldnât stop moving, shifting from foot to foot and rubbing his hands as he waited exceptionally impatiently for her to be introduced.
Damian finally stepped up for the task, standing tall in front of Dick and motioning toward her. âMarinette, this is my brother Richard Grayson. Richard, this is my friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.â
âMarinette, it is nice to meet you,â Dick grinned, his grin widening as he looked between her and Damian. He took her hand with both of his to shake it, pumping it so hard in his excitement he was almost lifting her off the ground. âPlease call me Dick.â
âAnd you,â she agreed breathlessly. It took a few moments after she reclaimed her hand before she could speak again. âHe speaks very highly of you.â
Dickâs eyes sparkled as he watched Damian sidle closer to Marinette, dipping his head just slightly to catch her eye, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and only looking away again once she nodded back to him, but made sure to put his arm around her again. âHe speaks of you at all,â Dick grinned, âso I know you must be important to him.â
Marinette blinked and plastered on a smile. âThank you.â She waited until heâd dropped her hand before adding a quiet, âI think.â
Kon joined her on her other side and smirked. âDonât worry, when Damian is involved, thatâs a compliment.â Marinette pursed her lips and bobbed her head to the side nodding after a moment in agreement.
âNow, the reason I was really sent in, not that meeting you wasnât absolutely at the top of my list,â he added to Marinette. âDinner is about to be served. Alfred would like us to start getting seated.â He glanced over at Kon and eyed him for a second before adding, âyou should lose the jacket before Alfred sees it at his table.â
Kon glanced down and looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, but finally nodded. âRight. Be right back.â
âTake your time,â Dick called as he replaced him by Marinetteâs side.
âDonât worry, Iâll put the game away,â Tim called after them.
âThank you!â Dick called back to him. âSo, youâll get to meet almost the entire family. Cass and Stephanie are living in Hong Kong, but we hope theyâll make it for tomorrow. Hey!â he called out after a large man shoulder-checked him. âAnd that is Jason.â
Jason turned around and did a double take at Damianâs arm around Marinetteâs shoulders. He looked up from the display to look between them. âWhat in the fuck knucklesâŚâ
âDudeâŚâ another man mumbled as he shook his head. He sighed and looked back up with a strained smile. âSorry about him. Hi, Iâm Duke.â
Marinette grinned at him and reached out to shake his hand. âItâs okay. Iâm Marinette and I do like Pink and making pies, soâŚâ she shrugged then snickered at Damianâs bewildered look.  âBut there is an important difference,â she met Jasonâs eyes pointedly but not unkindly. âWe are just friends.â
Jason raised an eyebrow but nodded and moved to take a seat on the far side of the table. âImpressed. Honestly did not think youâd know that one.â
She scoffed. âI have some pretty depraved friends.â
Jason mock gasped, drawing his hand to his chest to accentuate the scandal of the situation. âDepraved! Depraved? Liking that movie makes you depraved?â
Duke patted him on the shoulder as he took a seat next to him. âSounds fair.â
âOof,â Kon grunted as he walked in. âHate to think what that says about me.â
âProbably something pretty accurate,â Damian clipped. âMarinette, you remember my father.â
Marinette straightened instantly at the figure walking in from the opposite side of the room. âOf course. Nice to see you again, M. Wayne.â
âAnd you, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Welcome to our home. I hope your showing went well,â he answered warmly.
âIt did, thank you,â she smiled back.
âAre you an artist?â Dick asked as he took his seat next to Duke, to the left of the head of the table.
âA designer, actually,â Marinette offered.
âA brilliant designer,â Bruce corrected. âI was quite impressed,â he assured Marinette firmly as he took his seat as well.
âIâd love to see it sometime,â Tim smiled.
Marinette blushed brightly but nodded with more confidence than she felt. âOkay.â
She eyed where Tim had sat, two seats away from M. Wayne, and Kon making his way to sit between him and M. Wayne, and knocked her arm into Damian, looking pointedly at the last seat next to Bruce. Damian nodded and cut in front of Kon to take the seat. Kon blinked at him but quickly changed course to sit on the other side. Jon stepped up next to Marinette and looked between the two remaining seats, one next to Kon and one next to Jason. He looked at Marinette questioningly. She shrugged and took the seat closest to her, next to Kon. Jon nodded and sat next to Jason.
Tim leaned around Kon to verify that was really where Marinette had sat. He was about to offer to switch spots with her so she could sit next to Damian, but Alfred entered at that moment and started serving the food. As it turned out, she was fine where she was. Marinette integrated with the family easily, laughing and joking with all of them. It may have worked out better that way anyway as it gave her the chance to chat with Jon and Kon about Metropolis and get more information on the city before she decided if she wanted to move there after graduation.
The dinner was going amazingly so naturally it had to get cut short. Everyone in the family knew something was wrong the moment Alfred entered mid-course. âSorry to interrupt, sir. But there appears to have been an incident at Wayne Enterprises.â Alfred leaned over and whispered in Bruceâs ear. Whatever he said must have been really bad because he immediately stiffened, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone. He gave Dick a pointed look. He nodded at him, then bumped Duke and nodded to Jason.
Bruce stood up quickly, dabbing his mouth with his napkin, quickly followed by the other three men, although they didnât bother to wipe their mouths. âSo sorry for the interruption, Marinette. Please continue your night. It was very nice to see you again.â He was gone before Marinette could say goodbye.
Damain stood and moved over to Marinette whispering in her ear too low for anyone but Kon and Jon to hear. She squealed and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he straightened up. Jon rounded the table to clap him on the back as well. Damian nodded to the two of them then followed the others as they made their way out the door at a considerably slower pace than Bruce.
âYou donât have to come, Dame,â Dick whispered just outside the door. âWe have four people, weâre good. If we need another, we can call for Tim. Stay and keep your friend company.â
Damian glanced back into the room. Marinette was smiling at something Jon was saying, which apparently required him to use both hands in uncoordinated movements. He snickered at the scene. âNo, she will be okay where she is. I wonât ignore my duty.â
Duke shook his head. âWe really need to work on your skills, man.â
Damian looked at him affronted. âMy skills are impeccable. Itâs your skills that need honing.â
Duke opened his mouth to respond but shut it and shook his head instead.
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The mission had taken considerably longer than the family had anticipated, but seeing as it was a rogue team up, it wasnât entirely surprising. The only thing that was surprising, was the fact that Damian wasnât acting like more of a constipated gremlin. In fact, he was positively beaming, well, not glowering, which for Damian was roughly the equivalent of beaming.
Nobody knew what to make of it. The mission had taken him away from his friend for almost the entire night and he seemed⌠happy about it. Nobody who had seen them together earlier doubted he cared about her, so the fact that he was so blasĂŠ about having left her behind for so long, even to do something he valued so thoroughly, was confusing. Even now as they walked into the living room, he wasnât leading the pack to get to her sooner.
Which was a small mercy because it meant he didnât have to be the first to see what they were seeing. âWhat the hell is going on!â Dick roared.
Marinetteâs head jerked away from Kon, their lips separating with a pop. She eeped and tried to jump away from Kon, but he held her tight against him, allowing her to bury her face in his chest to hide her bright crimson cheeks.
âOh damn,â Duke mumbled, eyes wide in surprise.
Kon kept one arm right around her and waved with the other. âHey guys. Youâre back early.â
âThatâs all you have to say?â Jason hissed.
Kon scrunched his face slightly and looked to Dick for a clue, but his expression was just as thunderous. He quickly shifted to Tim who shrugged, just as confused about the reaction as Kon. âUh⌠sorry I didnât help?â he offered.
âOh, no, its okay, you were too busy helping yourself,â Dick seethed.
âHelping myâŚâ Kon trailed off. He gaped at Dick and opened and closed his mouth a few times but before he could formulate how to respond Damian finally came in, his eyes down as he focused on dusting off his shirt, missing the way the entire room had stopped to watch him.
It took several more steps before he finally sensed the hostile atmosphere of the room. He froze mid-brush and slowly lifted his head to take in the scene, just as slowly panning across the room until it settled on Konâs arms around Marinette. He lifted his eyes up, pausing momentarily at her hands on his chest. His eyes snapped to hers. âWhat are you doing! How could you do this to me?â he yelled. Marinettes eyes widened in shock and confusion while the rest of the room except Kon moved to comfort Damian. âThat is the wrong brother!â
âExcuse me?â Conner growled.
âUh⌠what?â Duke asked uncertainly.
âYou were supposed to end up with Jon not him!â he growled, moving in Marinetteâs face and motioning harshly toward Kon.
Dickâs hands that were still perched from having been rubbing circles on Damianâs back slowly retracted. âWait. I thought... why would you want that?â
Damian huffed and crossed his arms over his chest again, evoking the image of a child throwing a temper tantrum. âBecause it would be extremely convenient for me if my two best friends were dating.â Tim had the misfortune of snorting when everyone else in the room had gone frighteningly quiet. Damianâs eyes shot to him. He pointed at Tim accusingly. âShe was supposed to end up with my idiot not your idiot.â
âThat's why you brought me?â Marinette asked. âYou said you wanted me to be here to support you while you spoke with your father because I made you feel better. But you were just trying to pimp me out?â Konâs grip on her tightened at the hurt lacing her voice. Damianâs eyes zeroed in on the movement and Dick had to adjust to holding him back instead of comforting him.
âI was not pimping you out!â Damian objected more annoyed than concerned. âThere was no payment involved and sex was entirely up to you.â
Marinette stared at him incredulously. âOh, thank you for that,â she snapped.
âYouâre welcome,â he nodded, seemingly satisfied with her gratitude.
âShe's not... isn't she here with you?â Jason asked carefully.
âYes, she is here with me as my friend. I brought her here so she could meet Jon and start dating him,â Damian gritted out.
âSo... you two aren't dating or pre-dating?â Dick asked again, hoping Damians answers this time would somehow make more sense. He had been so absolutely confident that they were just dancing on the edge of dating.
âObviously.â
Dick stared at Damian, his answer not making the situation make more sense. The room was completely still for a few moments before Duke finally broke the silence. âWhat is pre-dating?â
Dick blinked at him. âItâs when⌠itâs like before youâre dating.â
Duke shot him the flattest look he could manage. âYeah, thanks, got that from the âpreâ part. I know how the English language works.â
âItâs when youâre laying the groundwork. You havenât actually asked them out yet but you both know itâs just a matter of time,â Dick clarified, his hands waving around in a pattern that seemed to accentuate his point in his mind but seemed completely non-sensical to everyone else.
Duke studied him. âDo you both have to know? What if itâs a surprise to the other when the one asks them out?â
âStill counts,â Dick answered at the same time Jason said, âThatâs one-sided pining,â and Tim said âThatâs just real life.â They stared at each other in confusion.
âHold up!â Kon cut in. Â âIâm not an idiot.â
Damian scoffed. âBased on how long it took you to figure out Iâd insulted you; you appear to be mistaken.â
âYou thought I was dating him?â Marinette asked, finally breaking away from Konâs chest, though his arms were still resting lightly on his waist to direct the question to the rest of his family. âWe said we were just friends⌠multiple times.â
âYeah,â Dick started slowly, âbut I thought... right. Â No, we knew that,â he finished as casually as he could manage.
She wiggled out of Konâs embrace, much to his enjoyment, so she could step closer to Damian and smack him on the chest. âI told you they would think we were dating no matter what we said.â
Damian rolled his eyes. âAnd I told you they would figure it out.â He motioned vaguely toward the rest of the room without taking his eyes off her. âLook at that they have.â
âHey guys!â Jon greeted everyone as he tucked his phone in his back pocket. âWelcome back. Oh hey, you two finally separated. Nice. Perfect timing.â
Damian stared at him for a few seconds before rounding on Marinette. âYou've ruined the entire plan,â he growled at her. âYou were supposed to be here not separating from him!â He motioned toward Jon.
âWell, you didn't tell me the plan, did you?â she hissed back. âIt helps to have collaboration on a plan when you INFORM YOUR COHORTS WHAT THE PLAN IS.â
âYeah, Damian,â Jon added. "It wouldn't have worked anyway. I'm dating someone else."
âWhat?â Damian exclaimed, rounding on Jon. âWhen did that happen?â
âA few weeks ago. I was going to introduce you at the party tomorrow. I just got off the phone with him,â he motioned toward his pocket.
âYou cannot be dating someone,â Damian scoffed. âI didn't approve of anyone. I haven't done research on them.â
Jon and Mari let out matching scoffs. "I don't need your approval to date someone," Jon reminded him.
"We are not chess pieces you can move around at your will to suit your whims," Marinette chided. Damian glared at her, a calculating look in his eyes.
"She was not issuing a challenge," Jon cut in before Damian could make any plans.
Damian huffed and rolled his eyes. "You're more like checker pieces anyway. Maybe even Candyland."
âSo... you're not mad about...â Â Dick motioned between Mari and Kon.
âFurious,â Damian huffed.
Mari rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. The fact that he didnât shrug her off signaled to the rest of the family more about his state of mind than any words either Marinette or Damian had said up until that point.  âBut he'll get over it. Are you guys going to join us for the movie marathon now?â
âYou just missed Trading Places,â Jon nodded.
âWe missed Trading Places?â Jason gasped.
âI mean, they pretty much did too,â Jon grinned, looking pointedly at Marinette and Kon.
Marinette batted at him, her cheeks blushing profusely, but Kon grinned proudly. âHeâs not wrong. So, Iâm okay with putting it on again.â
âMon Dieu,â Marinette whimpered. Kon wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed the crown of her head. But Damian pushed the two apart with a harumph.
âWe will get popcorn while you guys get things set up,â he announced as he pulled her out of the room. Marinette grabbed Jonâs hand and pulled him along with them.
âSo... you and MarinetteâŚâ Dick started carefully.
âYeahâŚâ Kon hedged nervously.
âCongrats,â Duke cut in before Dick could say anything.
âShe seems like a good kid,â Jason agreed.
âShe's our age,â Kon grumbled.
âBut Damian's friend, so a kid,â Tim grinned.
âNo. I'm dating her so we won't be calling her a kid.  No matter what Tim says, Iâm not creepy, and that would definitely be creepy,â Kon ordered, voice firm. He looked between Jason and Tim to make sure they heard him then narrowed his eyes at them. âBut what is creepy? You two agreeing.â
Dick chuckled and popped up between Tim and Jason, throwing his arms over their shoulders. âFair. Now come on, we need to get the room set up. Jason, get out the blankets. Duke, youâre on pillows. Tim, Kon, and I will work on a plan to keep Damian from killing Kon.â
âI appreciate that,â Kon nodded.
âWe got your back,â Jason nodded.
âIf only to keep Damian from stabbing you in it,â Duke grinned.
Konâs appreciative gaze turned flat. âThanks.â Duke snickered as he dropped more pillows on the couches and chairs. âCome on,â Kon implored, âhe brought a beautiful, brilliant, creative, kind woman he wasnât interested in dating home for the holidays. He should have known something would happen. You guys donât bring people home because of that, right?â
Dick scoffed and threw a pillow at Jason who ducked easily under it before dumping his blankets on one of the chairs. âI just assume heâll go after them after weâve broken up.â
âHey,â Jason objected. He threw one of the blankets at Dick. âI only did that once⌠that you know of,â he added under his breath.
âWhat was that?â Dick asked, eyes narrowed.
âNothing,â Jason said innocently.
âI donât think we have the same taste,â Tim shrugged.
âI donât bring anyone around for entirely different reasons,â Duke snorted.
âWhat reason is that?â Jon asked with a knowing grin.
Marinette and Damian followed closely behind carrying trays. âWe come bearing popcorn!â she cheered, holding up her tray with several bowls of popcorn.
âAnd candy,â Jon joined in, holding up his own tray with bowls of candy. âAnd drinks.â He motioned with his elbow to the tray in Damianâs hands, who grumbled and rolled his eyes rather than holding up his tray.
âOh, this looks great!â Marinette squealed and started distributing the blankets. Jon and Damian angled one of the couches toward the television before plopping down on it.  Marinette was slower to move, her eyes darting to Kon who grinned at her attention. He reached out to pull her over to the couch he and Tim had just angled toward the television as well, but before he could Damian yanked Marinette down onto the couch with him.
Kon huffed but Marinette broke down in giggles. When she finally stopped, she scooted closer to Damian and looked pointedly at the space next to her sheâd just left free, a space just big enough for someone to fit in snugly.  âLetâs get started,â Damian huffed.
âCanât wait,â Marinette agreed quietly, her attention squarely pointed away from the television and on the man next to her.
Kon grinned and threw his arm over her shoulders. âMe either,â he agreed.
Damian made a retching sound and turned his whole body toward the television. âDisgusting. Never bringing a friend home again.â
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Broken Prism
Chapter 22
Fandom: Red Hood
Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader
Warnings: o boy, once again, death, murder, some body horror, angst, sad Tim
Summary: it's been a couple months but the murderers rise again, going after another member of the Batfamily
Gotham was quiet right now. Since first two murders it seemed as if the city were holding its breath. Crime was low, which let patrols be more dedicated to finding the killers than stopping criminals. In a way it was good, but it also haunted Jason. He kept seeing those kids, faces cut off, the closed casket funeral that Bruce had generously paid for, for all the victims that night. Jason was hanging on by a thread and that was only because YN was there, waiting for him to come back, and at the moment she was the only reason he wasnât throwing himself off the top of the Wayne building.
Christmas was somber, and New Yearâs passed with Jason sleeping at one of his safehouses, wanting to be in the thick of the city in case another murder was found. It was almost February now and he wasnât sure how anyone was putting up with him. The nightmares were back, only now it was his dead friend and children telling him he couldnât save them that haunted his nights. He was irritable, solemn, uninterested in anything but finding the killers. Bruce had told the media that Jason was struggling to reacclimate, which helped him avoid scrutiny when he had to go out into public, but it didnât stop him from stomping a paparazziâs camera and shoving him to the ground. He spent the night in jail before Bruce bailed him out, putting him on house arrest now. Why not? Jason himself had confined YN to the manor like a prisoner, why shouldnât he join her?
Finally, just before Groundhogâs Day another murder happened. A senior center, the patients all in the community room, sitting and playing board games. All stabbed multiple times. 22 in all. All four of the Bats went to this one, but Tim stayed outside. This was a home he volunteered at for his senior work at school. These people were his friends, some of them like pseudo grandparents. He tried to enter but couldnât when he saw the message on the wall, one of the older women posed to point at it, the woman who always was Timâs dance partner when the senior center had Friday dances. None of your friends are safe Red Hood
Jason once again felt himself become sick, Batman having Gordon clear the room again so he could take off his helmet in a secluded corner and breathe. He looked over at the others and saw Timâs face in the doorway, staring at him. Glaring. He blamed him. He should, this was all Jasonâs fault. But right now, blaming himself would get them nowhere. He pulled himself together, put the helmet back on and got to work.
They searched the carnage, Batman examining the message, again in different handwriting, suggesting a third criminal. Jason took one side of the room and Dick the other. Tim stood back, scanning with his devices to see if there was anything in the walls.
âI found something,â Tim said. He walked over to the wall that had a group picture of the nursing staff and took the frame down. Behind it the wall was hollowed out and inside was a small suitcase. He took it out and checked it for explosives before opening it slowly. He jumped back, dropping it on the floor. Batman rushed over, kneeling by the case. They all stared. Inside was four clear plastic bags, one each for the faces of the first family murdered.
âThis is fucked up,â Dick said, closing the case again. Tim walked over, scanning it more. He found a fingerprint and made a copy, planning on running it through the Batcomputer. He wouldnât even look at Jason right now. âWhy donât you two head back, we have it here. Sunâs about to come up anyway, Tim, Iâm sure you can take the day off school and Jason, just go home.â Jason opened his mouth, but Dick turned his back to him, and he knew dismissal when he saw it. He looked at Bruce who just nodded to him to leave.
At the cave Tim whirled on him the moment they were changed back into their regular clothes, punching Jason in the jaw. Alfred and YN stood, shocked. YN ran over to stop the fight, but Jason held a hand for her to stop.
âGo ahead Tim,â Jason said. Tim snarled at him and hit him again in the face, and again in the chest, wailing on him. Jason took it, feeling the hits getting weaker as Tim wore his anger out.
âIts your fault, all your fault,â he said, the boy looking very much like the child he still was he clung to Jason. Jason hugged him tight.
âI know its my fault,â he whispered. âIâm not going to stop until we find out whoâs doing this.â Tim shoved him back, eyes red and hot with tears still.
âDonât say that, youâre a murderer, even this is all on you. All of those bodies are on your hands! Why did you have to come back? Why couldnât you stay dead?â Tim yelled, storming off to the tech lab. Jason stood there, head hanging. YN walked over, taking his hand but he pulled it away.
âYou should go, run as far away from this cityâŚfrom me as you can,â he said.
âIâm not going to leave you. Timâs isnât thinking straightâŚâ she started.
âDONâT FUCKING LIE TO ME!â Jason screamed, making her recoil, fear flashing in her eyes. He shook his head. âGo YN, get away from me.â
âMaster JasonâŚâ Alfred cut in. Jason turned on him.
âAll of you just leave me alone! I am nothing. I should have stayed dead,â he said, eyes flickering to green. He put the helmet back on and jumped back on his bike and disappeared out of the cave.
You sat on Jasonâs bed in the day, holding onto one of his favorite leather jackets, trying to figure out where he would go. You didnât know all his safe houses and he wasnât at any of the ones the rest knew. You wished he didnât run, but you understood. Everything was going so well until the rug was pulled out from under him again. He couldnât catch a break it seemed. You sighed and looked down at the black jacket, wrapping it around you and zipping it up. You put your hands in the pockets and froze, feeling something. You pulled out a small envelope. It wasnât sealed and curiosity got the best of you, and you looked inside. There was a ruby ring and a note.
Will you be mine forever?
Want to be my Red Lady?
I love you, marry me?
You started crying all over again as you gripped the ring and the note. You got up, going to his desk, grabbing a pen and writing YES, setting everything on the desk in case he came back. You looked up when the door opened, hoping, but it was Tim. You wanted so much to be angry at him, to tell him that he shouldnât have said that to Jason, that he hurt him again. But you didnât. Tim was hurting just as much, and he was still so young. Fucking Bruce Wayne and his obsession with making children into soldiers.
âO, sorry, I saw the light and thought he came back,â Tim said softly. You offered him a weak smile. âIâŚI didnât mean it.â
âI know Tim, you were upset, itâs a horrible situation all around,â you said. Tim laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. âYou know that its not your fault either right?â He looked at you and you could see the thoughts turning.
âIf I didnât volunteerâŚâ he started, and you shook your head.
âWhat these monsters do isnât on you,â you said. âOr me or Jason or Bruce or any of us. They are looking for things to hurt, innocence to destroy, what better way to do that then by taking away hope? And love? And friendship? They want to destroy Jason, and you, and Dick, and Bruce. We canât let them.â
âI think I may know where Jason is,â Tim said. You perked up. âIâm going to find him.â
âDonât go alone, please? Just in case?â you asked. âIâll go with you.â
âNo way, Jason will shoot me if I put you in danger like that,â he said. You chuckled and nodded, he probably would. âIâll find Dick, heâll go.â
Jason paced the one safe house he thought he had. It was rather macabre, making a safe house out of where you killed your greatest enemy, but he figured no one would come looking here for him. Imagine his surprise when his brothers jumped out of the track for the tunnel of love and came over, hugging him. What a sight, Nightwing and Robin hugging Red Hood.
âHow did you find me?â he asked. Tim held up a tracking device. âI took that offâŚâ
âThereâs one on the bike too. And I also can route into your helmet whenever I need to,â Tim said. He was looking guilty. âJason, listenâŚâ
âYou donât have to apologize, youâre right,â Jason said. Dick shook his head, putting his hand over Jasonâs mouth, despite it being under the helmet.
âNo no, he talks, you listen,â his older brother said.
âI was wrong Jason. And you are too. We arenât at fault for this, we do our best to give people hope and these guys they want to destroy that, to take all the good out of peopleâs lives. And I am devastated that all of those great people are gone but I know for a fact, because all of them told at one point or another, that the living shouldnât become the dead just because their loved ones have passed. We should live and remember them so that they live through us. And we shouldnât push away our loved ones, like you know, soulmates, in times of grief,â he said. Jason stared at him. âYouâre my big brother Jason, I love you, and I want you to be there for me right now, not hiding in your Joker dismemberment room.â
âAre you sure?â Jason asked, voice hitching a little. Tim nodded. âOk, and uh, not that I ever said this, but I love you idiots too.â Dick smiled and wrapped an arm around Jason and they followed Tim out to head back home.
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