#I adore my habibti

[kawaii-queen-kaiju]

Lies

Maribat March - Prompt 10

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"He gave me a diamond the size of my fist! You can't tell anyone though; the paparazzi would be all over us." Lila loudly proclaimed from across the cafeteria. Marinette scoffed, throwing a disgusted sneer over her shoulder at the Italian. This was the fifth celebrity engagement story. She wondered just how she got unfortunate enough to be surrounded by these idiots. She could kill everyone in this room in two minutes flat, and yet, she had to restrain herself for the sake of the mission. Keep playing the role of meek little 'Mari', keep pretending she wasn't one of the most skilled assassins in the world. Stupid Hawkmoth. Because of some random ass dude, she was stuck among these sheeple.

She quickly left the cafeteria, exiting the school and heading to the bakery. She greeted Sabine - a member of the Order of the Miraculous and one of her old handlers - and climbed the stairs to her room. Just a little longer. She was so close to finding the man who had enough audacity to steal from the Order. And Hawkmoth, him too.

Her phone rang, startling her out of her inner monologue. It was Damian, her betrothed. She happily answered, the smile on her face genuine for once. 'Habibti. How was your day?' He asked, an odd whirring echoing in the background. 'Have you stabbed the harlot yet?'

She rolled her eyes, the smile on her face persisting. "It was fine. And no, I have not stabbed Lila, as much as I may want to. It's annoying, but it's helping my cover. She keeps the idiots from following me around, and it makes easier to search Paris for the lousy fake-Guardian and whatever asshat he let take the Butterfly." 

'And you're still sure you would not like me to join you and help?'

She sighed, the conversation a common one since she was sent to Paris. "I've got this, Dami. Besides, you wouldn't last five minutes here. I love you, but you are very temperamental."

He squawked angrily, and she could picture the offended look on his face, his jade green eyes crinkling adorably. 'I am not temperamental! You seem to be forgetting just how many of our trainers you sent to the infirmary.'

She rolled her eyes. "They were misogynistic pricks, and you know it."

'I was not arguing that they weren't, Habibti, merely stating that you extensively hurt each of them. In fact, I am quite glad for what you did. Had you not, Mother never would have seen fit to have us betrothed.'

Marinette smiled happily at the memory, standing in the middle of the large al-Ghul throne room in ceremonial garb, opposite Damian in matching robes. "Yeah." She glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed. "Sorry, Dami. I need to head back. Call you back later?"

'Of course. I love you, Habibti.' He answered curtly, though she could tell he was peeved at being cut off. "I love you too."

She came back to excited whispers throughout the classroom, and a huddle around Lila's desk. Marinette rolled her eyes, heading towards her own desk at the back of the room. Except...

She was stopped in her tracks by one whispered word. 'Damian'. There were plenty of Damians in the world, and several rich ones Lila could be claiming she's engaged to; but what if? Marinette continued up the stairs, but kept an ear on the conversation at the front.

'Wayne'.

Marinette clenched her teeth. They were talking about Damian. Her Damian. She'd seen articles and heard rumors before, right after Damian's debut as a billionaire's son, but something about hearing her beloved's name come from that liar's mouth made her see green. She was fuming, trying to force away the murderous haze. She was chosen for this mission specifically because of the ease it took to banish the Pit's influence from her mind, and she was not going to let Lila of all people ruin it for her. 

At the front of the room, the door slammed open. Marinette's mind screeched to a halt, because standing there in all of his glory was Damian. She shot to her feet and raced down the stairs before she registered what she was doing. He was here, right in front of her! She flung her arms around him, squeezing tight.

"Hello, Habibti." He whispered in her ear, squeezing her back. "What are you doing here?" She asked, pulling back to look at him. "Father found something. Camera footage of the akumas, and an identity, over a hundred and twenty years old. They're going after them now." He said, a happy gleam in his eye despite the lack of emotion on his face. Marinette grinned widely. Her mission is over! She can go back to Nanda Parbat - or Gotham!

"Marinette, what's going on?"

She turned around abruptly, remembering their audience. "Who is this?" Alya was front and center, glaring at her accusingly. Marinette's mind was whirling, trying to find an in-character way to answer. Except they found them. The false Guardian and the Butterfly. She didn't have to keep up her cover anymore. She grinned, her true smile, not the meek thing she'd developed the past few months.

She watched as Lila's little lapdog recoiled, enjoying the effect she finally got to have on her classmates. Marinette stalked forward, easily falling back into her natural gait. The walk of a predator. "I'm happy to announce that I'm done! I don't have to sit here and pretend anymore! You're all horribly stupid, and it was definitely not a pleasure to have known you." She let her smile widen to that terrifying degree that always made her targets believe she was inhuman. She never dissuaded those thoughts, instead encouraging them. "And you, Lila Rossi. You are a lying sociopath, and to be honest, I can respect that! But you chose to put my beloved's name in your mouth, and you've made me mad. Unfortunately for you, that is an unpleasant situation to be in."

"M-Marinette?" Alya tripped backwards on the steps, falling on her butt. She was ignored. Marinette's focus was on Lila, the repulsive girl who dared to soil her beloved's name with her tongue. To her credit, Lila was managing to hold eye contact with Marinette, even if it was in paralysis. "Tell me," Marinette slammed her hands on the lying girl's desk. "Do you do any research before you decide to spread rumors?" 

Lila was pale and shaking, her mouth a thin line. She didn't answer. "You do, don't you? You recognize my beloved, and you realize your house of lies is toppling around you." Marinette ended with a whisper, her face inches from the Italian's.

The room was silent, everyone's focus on the scene before them. On the way Marinette's personality did a complete one-eighty and froze everyone in their spots. Well, everyone except for the boy. He was staring at Marinette in adoration, hands clasped behind him as he watched his betrothed tear into her hemorrhoid of the last several months. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the only sound in the room. "Habibti. It's done."

Marinette whirled around, her sunshine smile back. "Then why are we still here?" She linked arms with the boy and left the room in stunned silence.

(The LoA and The Order are the same organization under different names)

[glittering-moonlillie]

My Beloved (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Word Count: 2740

Warnings: None

Summary: Not knowing how to express his feelings any other way, Damian resorts to calling you pet names in his mother's tongue in order to air out his pent up affection.

“Habibti, can you hand me the yellow frosting?” Damian was in deep trouble - absolutely terrible, hideous trouble. 

“Of course!” You reached over to your left and handed him the buttercream, the arabic pet name flying over your head. 

In his language, Habibti was a sign of endearment given to your lover, usually meaning something along the lines of My Love or Darling - but to you, he was utterly convinced that you believed it was a form of belittlement similar to Idiot.

Of course, Damian was too afraid to correct you and he was not sure if you would believe him if he tried. He would rather keep it a sweet secret to himself, even if his fragile heart was practically leaping its way out of his rib cage to expose itself to you. 

“You know, if you want to call me something mean at least make it so I can understand you.” You laughed, a noise that would certainly haunt him late at night when he was alone and longed for your presence. 

“But it’s much more fun seeing you like this.” You scruched your nose, your forehead creasing with the movement. Your lips were parted but no words came out. It was an adorable look he had grown to love despite how dorky you appeared. 

You retaliated with a poorly placed handful of orange frosting along his cheek, your lips twisting into a pout that only served to make the fantasies of kissing you worsen. 

Orange was an obnoxiously disgusting color but he would bathe in a lazarus pit full of orange frosting if you wished it. 

He ran his thumb along his cheek and licked away whatever frosting was there. Alfred’s special buttercream frosting really was to die for. Damian enjoyed the way your eyes slightly widened, relishing in the fact that it wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. He liked to think that the scarlet decorating your face was because of him being undoubtedly sexy, and not the fact that it was because it was a hot summer’s day. 

“You’re staring, ya amar.” He smirked. “And I believe that cookie has way too much frosting, it looks like Picaso threw up all over it.”

Ya Amar had to be Damian’s second favorite pet name for you, translating to my moon. He often recalled the way his mother praised the moon for its beauty, treating it similar to a guiding life force. More than anything, Damian wanted to be the sun that illuminated your countenance - to be the man who kept you steady and loved you even if you just saw yourself as a clumpy rock. The name suited you perfectly. You were his beautiful, crated moon with star imbued eyes and a body that reflected the power of an inescapable black hole. 

“Hey, are those cookies almost finished? B wants them set out within the hour-” Tim walked in, his under eye bags accentuated further with the distasteful dark blue sweater he threw on. 

His brother paused, rolling his eyes at the state of the dining table. Damian hoped that the kitchen disaster was enough of a distraction for him not to notice the lovey-dovey eyes he assuredly was giving his best friend. 

“We’ll clean it up, Tim. Sorry about that.” You replied quickly. “But most of the cookies are done, Damian still has a few to finish though.”

You nudged him with your elbow, grinning wildly like the Cheshire cat. 

“Just don’t get distracted flirting with each other, I don’t want to deal with an irritated Bruce.”

“Shut up, Timothy. At least we aren’t aggressively making out like how you and Conner were at the last gala.” Damian shot back. 

Tim frowned. “I’m too tired to deal with this. Try not to explode anything, okay?”

Damian waved off his brother and went back to decorating one of the cookies for the large event at Wayne Manor tonight. It was a charity event to raise awareness of the increase in homeless population on the streets of Gotham, and alongside the event, his family was hosting a soup kitchen for any struggling person on the streets. Along with a hearty, full course meal, they would be served one of the cookies being decorated by the two of you. 

Although Damian’s father normally did not allow any friend’s to charity events, you were always an exception due to the fact that if you weren’t there, Damian would blow a gasket and murder someone if he was in a suit for too long. Your presence beside Damian was often looked over when you were both younger, but now that a few years had gone by plenty of journalists speculated the possibility of “a secret blooming relationship.” 

The common theory circulating around Gotham was the idea that his father was disapproving of them being together since you were a “commoner,” therefore excusing the lack of concrete evidence of the relationship existing. Damian had found the notion completely ridiculous; even if his father disapproved of you in that context, that would not stop him from loving you the way he always dreamed, consequences be damned. 

You treated the whole situation with carefree ease, giggling at the awful pictures and wack job theories concocted by 40 year old men looking to sell half-baked news. On one hand, Damian was pleased that the unwanted attention did not bother you, but deep down he also felt a pang of poison seep its way into his bloodstream. Was the idea of being his lover that much of a joke? 

The clicking of a phone keyboard brought him back to reality. Damian peered over your shoulder and saw Safari pulled up.

 “What ever are you doing, habibti?” 

“I’m trying to decipher what you are calling me.” You said. “Can you repeat that last word for me, please?”

The youngest Wayne felt every single pour in his body drip in sweat, excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Perhaps if his blood was functioning properly, then he would have found a better response other than a simple no. 

It was very rare for Damian to be properly caught off guard. He should have thought that you would have looked up the words he was repeating, should have come up with a game plan instead of looking like a strangled goose. 

His first instinct was to snatch the phone away and cut it up with the plastic, buttercream decorated knife. Damian could pretend to be possessed by a ghost and buy you a better phone with specially installed programs that inhibited your ability to look up any Arabic term. Yes, that was a wonderful idea-

“How are there zero search results?!!” You exclaimed, turning to him. “Did you make up a language or something? Why are there absolutely zero results??”

Damian looked at your phone again. You certainly took some liberties with the spelling of the pet name, letting him relax into his seat. It was nowhere close to how the word was spelled. He couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Why are there two y’s in the word?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Well maybe if you told me the other 20 languages you spoke I’d get somewhere.”

For the next 15 minutes, you angrily punched in 17 different ways to spell Habibti, all massively incorrect and leading to nowhere. You eventually threw your phone on the ground with a huff while he cackled. 

“This is so unfair. I demand restitution for the amount of time I have lost thanks to you.” Damian hummed.

“I can’t give you back those missing minutes, but I can pay you back with your favorite meal and my full attention tonight.” 

You pretended to ponder over the offer, but Damian knew you could not say no to Alfred’s cooking. “Okay, fine. But only because I love Alfred’s food and nothing else.”

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The moon peered over the horizon, the stars twinkling like falling fairy dust on a navy blue canvas. Hundreds of Gotham’s richest filled Wayne Manor, most of which were dressed with gaudy colors and bedazzlements, with feathers and overpriced jewels. 

Damian was dressed in a dark green suit, one that Alfred had picked a little while ago. He was fully aware of the lustful stares he was given by the woman (and some of the men) there but he could care less. There was only one person he cared about impressing and that said person was “discreetly” stuffing themselves with a plate full of food in the corner. 

As an attendant of the Gala, you were in a stunning dress that fit every single curve of your body marvelously, all courtesy to Stephanie who helped you pick out the dress to begin with. Heat rose to his cheeks and he began fumbling with his tie. 

Damian was not the only one there to notice your beauty either. As you were trying to polish off your plate of food, several men had made attempts to woo you onto the dancefloor. Thankfully you declined all of their advances - Damian was not sure what he would have felt if you did. If it weren’t for the hundreds of other people present, he would have unquestionably sliced off the suitors hands if they tried to touch you again. 

“Ya Helo, you look…” His throat clogged as you stared up at him. “You look stunning…”

Damian was convinced that your smile was the brightest thing in the universe; he was also sure that it could cure any bout of irritation or sadness possible. 

“About time you showed up! Are you done flirting with the 70 year old women yet or does your dad want you back in there?” You poked his chest, the touch feeling like an electrical transfer. 

“You know that I would never flirt with those women back there, Habibti. My dad just wanted me to manipulate them into giving more of their money to charity.”

Before you could pull your hand away, he clasped it and brought it closer to his heartbeat. Your hands were a pebble compared to his own and yet they still managed to fit perfectly together like Incan architecture.

���I-I…” You looked away with a crooked smile. “I know that, obviously. I just wanted to tease you a bit!”

When you turned towards him once more, he noticed the way your eyes trailed down his visage, strawberry lips parting ever so slightly. Your laughter died in your throat. The scene felt like the ridiculous romcoms he analyzed from time to time while you were over. All he had to do was lean in a little bit closer and his dreams would be fulfilled-

The tight grip of someone’s hand seized his arm, effectively pulling him away from his darling. The movement caught Damian off guard (the second time that day). There was only a select handful of people who were able to sneak up on him like that…

“Mother.” Damian seethed, turning to gaze upon the woman with a cold glare. “What are you doing here?”

Fitted for the occasion in a sleek black dress, Talia crossed her arms and matched her son’s glare. “Is a mother not allowed to visit her son, especially when he has not messaged her in months?”

Damian stood in front of you, his hands slightly raised in case Talia decided to activate her mother bear mode. Talia’s eyes furrowed, her lip pursing. 

“How about you and your little friend follow me upstairs. You can tell me all about how you two met.” She suggested but her voice made it sound more like a threat. 

Damian hated how your smile disappeared and was replaced with an apprehensive grimace. He reached for your hand and squeezed. 

“Dami…” 

“It’ll be alright habib albi…” He whispered, squeezing your hand once again. As the three of them climbed up the stairs, the soft tune of the violin faded into nothing, not even background noise. 

“Mother, I find this hardly necessary. Could you have interfered in my life some other day?” Damian groaned. 

“Of course not, my son.” Talia shut the door of the room they entered. “If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to meet the girl who stole my beloved’s heart.”

Damian’s heart dropped. “I- what?”

“Y-you must be mistaken. Damian and I…Damian doesn’t like me like that!” You stuttered out with nervous laughter. 

Talia raised a single eyebrow. “I find that extremely hard to believe considering what I heard him call you.”

Fuck. Damian mentally slapped himself. He should have known that his mother would have heard him call you that. The pet name was just so natural to him, slipping off his tongue like sweet honey, he forgot that his mother would have been able to understand. 

You tilted your head towards Damian then back to Talia, reflexively playing with your hair. “I…maybe you misheard? He calls me these made up names, they really have no meaning.”

“Wait, so he has not told you what they meant?”

“No, he refused to tell me and when I looked it up, there were no search results.” You said. 

“Mother, please-” 

Talia raised her hand to silence him. “I can’t believe you have been lying to her, Damian! I have raised you better than that. She deserves to know that you are calling her Love of my heart and Darling in Arabic!”

You snapped your head towards Damian, who was internally screaming a colorful variety of cuss words towards his mother. He expected you to look horrified and slap him away, to run for the hills and never speak to him again. 

Instead you had this beautiful awestruck look in your galaxy-filled eyes. Your face was a deep crimson.

“Dami…” You hesitated. “Is this true?” 

The hopeful tone in your voice was as intoxicating as a few shots of bourbon.  

Damian imagined that the day he confessed to you would be atop a starry hill with perfectly blooming jasmines and evening primroses. He would pull you into his arms and whisper his love for you when the moon was at its peak, ending it with a kiss if you let him. It would have been perfect, if fate allowed it to be.

However, there were no starry hilltops or sweetly smelling fragrances - no moon that would peer over them and give its blessing. But you were there with him, an arm's reach away. As long as you were there, wasn't that all that mattered?

Damian glared at his mother, who was in the background with a smug smile, pretending to not overhear the conversation. When she didn’t get the message, he cleared his throat as loud as he could. 

“Fine. I suppose I’ll leave you to it - but I expect you to message me afterward since I did the hard work for you.” Talia sauntered her way out of the room, leaving you and Damian alone.

“You didn’t answer my question, Dami…” You glanced up at him with a shy smile. “Were you really secretly giving me pet names in Arabic?”

Reaching for your hands, Damian pulled you close to create a few inch gap. “Yeah…I wanted a way to show you how much I…how much I loved you without you figuring out.”

You giggled, the vibrations of it causing his heart to flutter. “You’re a dork, you know that? I would have reciprocated your feelings no matter what, but it would have been nice if you had told me sooner.” 

Your finger trailed down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lightning in its wake. “I demand more restitution for the time lost.”

Damian hummed, pretending to think of the perfect solution despite him already having one. You edged closer to him. 

“How about,” he began, “I kiss you until your lips are as blue as this night sky?”

But before you could respond, Damian already brought his lips to yours.  The dreams and fantasies he had did not live up to the actual softness of your lips - the subtle taste of raspberries filling his senses. 

Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Shouldn’t we go back to the Gala?”

Damian looked back at the door, contemplating how mad his father would be if he ditched the rest of the party. It was waning closer to midnight anyway and he could just say you were tired. 

He turned back to you, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “He’ll be fine. Besides, I would rather be with you than flirt with 70 year old women.”

Your attempted giggle was covered with the rougher press of his lips against yours, causing you to fall backwards onto the guest bed. After years of calling you Habibti, now he could finally say it without you thinking it was an insult.

Damian is a simp with huge dimples. Fight me.

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The sound of the night faded into the background between your sobs. In the village below, you could hear the festivities of an engagement, friends and families gathered in song and dance off in the near distance, insects chirping. You didn’t have the room in your aching heart to admire their beauty right now. 

It had been a long day and a long, restless night beforehand. You were exhausted but simply couldn't relax – a part of you was sure you’d just pass out from the exhaustion upon this very rooftop. You were on your knees, hunched over with your face buried in your arms that were folded upon the raised ledge you were looking out over. You didn’t want to face anyone right now, not after you had failed your fellow assassins in your last mission as you all walked into an ambush and you were the only one to make it out alive. Who were you to deserve such a privilege compared to your dearest – and now dead – comrades? 

“There you are…” A familiar voice resonated from behind you, relief clear in Altaïr’s tone. You stiffened for a moment as you felt his knees bracket your body and quickly slackened into his embrace as his chest pressed to your back and his arms wound around you. Gentle kisses graced your nape and you sat upright to turn into his chest, wetting his robes with your tears that came with the new onslaught of sobs. “I know, I know…” He soothed you. 

“I-it’s n-not fa-air… on them.” You choked out and he leaned away from you a little, cradling your face in his hands and smudging away your tears gently. He too was an assassin and familiar with the sort of loss that comes with this path of life. 

“Hey, look at me.” You still felt far too ashamed to meet your lover’s eyes, choosing instead to keep your gaze on your lap, “Habibti, look at me.” He spoke more earnestly and finally caught your attention, “There was nothing more you could have done.” You sniffled as he continued to wipe away fresh tears, “Sometimes these things happen and there’s little we can do to stop them. You all fought to try and save not only yourselves but each other. You made it out and so their fight will have meant nothing if you don’t pick yourself up and make sure that you do what it takes to live the life that you made out of there with, alright?” When you remained silent, he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll get them back, alright? I promise you. But for now, you need to make sure that you make their sacrifices worth something, right?” You sniffled. 

“Yeah… you’re right.” You mumbled and leaned your forehead against his chest, feeling him prop his chin atop your head and run his palms up and down your arms before circling his arms around you in yet another embrace. 

“You haven’t slept in nearly two nights now… Come to bed.” He spoke softly and felt you nod your head before he rose to his feet and offered his hands to pull you up with him. 

He’d make sure that you were alright. 

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Demon Spawns Part 2

Damian x Alien!Reader (established relationship)

Part 2 of Demon Spawns

You can’t stop thinking about Mar’i calling you sis. You decide to do something about it

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy this. Now I’m working on Version 2 and some other stuff. After having to write a part 2 V2 is only gonna be 1 part cuz I’m not doing this again

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:Making out, angst

-sis?

-Sis?

-SIS??

- That’s all that’s been on your mind since your future kids incident

-In the shower

-Grocery shopping

-Work

-School

-Did Mar’I know something about your biological family that you didn’t?

-Maybe she just saw you as a older sister figure

-It made you really think about your bio family

-You absolutely adored you adopted family but you had that unexplainable need to find out about your roots, where you came from

-What better way that with a 23andMe DNA kit

-You bought the family tree version

-You didn’t really care what ethnicities you were probably mixed with

-You waited about a month for the results

-Checking your email on the hour after the sent an email saying they received your saliva

-Now you were at the manor, chilling in the common living room (they have like 7)

-It was you, Damian, Tim, Steph, Duke, and Cass

-Damian laid his head on your lap, while you playing with his hair, staring at the flat screen TV that played some action movie Duke and Steph picked

-That's when your phone vibrated

-It was an email from 23andMe

-You couldn’t believe it

-0 familial matched

-Not even a 6th cousin twice removed

-Nothing

-“I need to go to the bathroom.”

-You walked out of the living room quickly, making your way to Damian’s Room, locking yourself in his bathroom

-You walking to the sink, hands on the edge, looking at yourself through the mirror

-How?

-Was it an error?

-Were YOU an error?

-OMG

-WHAT IF YOU’RE AN AI OR ROBOT?

-WHAT IF…

-Knock knock

-“Beloved, are you ok?”

-It was your boyfriend

-“You’ve been gone for a long time”

-No you haven’t

-Once you and Damian really got comfortable with each other, he started clinging to you

-You couldn’t complain though

-You loved the attention and affection

-It took longer for Damian to open up to you, than you with him

-“I'm fine Dami.”

-You went to unlock the door

-As your hand went towards the door knob, Damian whipped the door open

-Honestly, you weren’t be surprised

-What else would you expect from a clingy ex assassin

-He takes a step closer to you, engulfing you into a hug

-You hug him back, face flushed against his chest

-“What's wrong? Did something happen?”

-He says, stroking your back gently

-You look up at him with teary eyes

-“I might have no family. Like at all.”

-Damian looked slightly confused

-“I took the 23andMe DNA kit for the family tree and I have zero results”

-“Oh habibti. You could’ve just asked me to help you.”

-Face still flushed against his chest, you respond

-“I know… I just thought maybe it was something I had to do on my own, you know.”

-Damian doesn’t respond

-He just continues stroking your back and places a kiss on the top of your head

-“Do you want to try the DNA sequence on the ‘BatComputer’ as you like to call it”

-“Yes please” You mumble in his chest

-You both just stand there, Damian’s arms wrapped around you

-“Can we do it at night when no one’s around. I don’t want them to know”

-“Of course Beloved”

-That night Damian was off from patrol

-Damian was already in the BatCave training

-You descended the stairs, but stopped when you noticed someone

-“Oh. Hey Dick. I thought you all left for patrol”

-“Hey Y/N. No, I took tonight off. Mar’i is having a sleepover with Lian so Kori and I are having a night in.”

-“Oh ok. Good night”

-“Good night”

-With that he walks up the stairs and leaves

-Damian was now sitting in the BatChair waiting for you

-You quickly walked to him, standing close to the chai

-“I already started the sequence on the ‘BatTablet’. It won’t be too long until we get the results”

-“So it runs my DNA against…?”

-“Every DNA system in the world. Police, hospitals and online DNA testing databases. I even included the Leagues.”

-You go to hug him

-Placing yourself on his lap, his hand immediately goes to your waist securing you on him lap

-You reach for his face, placing a hand gently on each cheek

-“You’re amazing and I love you”

-Damian leans closer to you, nose brushing against yours

-“Show me how much”

-You grin, close the gap between the two of you

-Damian slides the chair back as you move to straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck

-Damian’s hand goes to the small of your back and the other at the top of your neck, bringing you as close as possible

-You open your mouth to try and take a breath

-Damian takes this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue

- You moaned into the kiss, feeling Damian underneath you

-You both continue making out until you hear a ding

-You immediately tried to hop off Damian

-Key word tried

-He groaned as you broke the kiss

-‘Damn I should’ve turned off the notification ringer’ he thought

-“Damian I need to see the results”

-You twisted your body, still straddling Damian, trying to reach the BatTablet next the the keyboard, but Damian hugged you tightly

-You turned to face him and places a hand on each of his cheeks

-“Dami, I really need to see those results. I promise we can continue this later”

-He looked at and raised his eyebrows, holding out his pinkie finger to you

-“Pinkie promise”

-You taught Damian the concept of pinkie promises just before you starting dating

-Naturally, he thought that they were silly and childish

-But now, to him, they’re blood oaths

-“Pinkie promise”

-As soon as he let go of you you rushed to the BatTablet

-When you opened the results your face contorted into one of confusion and shock

-Damian just watched you from the BatChair, eyebrows now furrowed

-You kept scrolling

-Then you stopped

-Your mouth fell into a frown and tears welled in your eyes

-Damian took this as his sign to come up to you

-You handed him the BatTablet and ascended the stairs to the manor

-Damian quickly scummed the results as he tried to follow you

-Once he reached the foyer he saw you putting of you jacket and grabbing your keys

-“Where are you going?”

-“To get answers”

-Damian didn’t hesitate as he put on his jacket and grabbed your keys from your hands

-“I’m driving”

-The car ride was quiet

-Once Damian parked the car you both just sat there in silence

-Damian really wished he could read your mind at that moment

-To know what you were thing, what you were feeling

-He hated see you like this

-“What are you go-”

-Before we could finish you get out the car, strutting into the apartment complex

-Damian rushed out of the car to follow you

-Damian finally caught up to you

-You were standing in front of the apartment door

-You didn’t know how to feel

-You started banging on door with both fists

-You wanted to make sure that they heard you

-Suddenly the door was whipped open

-“Oh my gosh! What are you do-”

-Ignoring him, you push past him to see her come into the living room

-Looking confused, he turns to Damian

-Damian hands him the BatTablet

-She walks in from one of the bed room

-“Hey? What’s going on?”

-She clutched her robe, attempting to cover herself up more

-“How long have you known?”

-“What? What are you talking about?”

-She knew exactly what you were talking about

-She didn’t want to admit it, she couldn’t

-You turned and grabber the BatTablet from him, and force her to look at it

-She slowly takes it from your hand looking down at it

-“I didn’t want you to find out this way. I swear”

-“Oh really? Or did you not want me to find out at all?”

-She stayed silent

-You turned to him

-“Did you know too Dick?”

-He was silent too, guilty look in his eyes

-That’s all you needed to know

-You finally started to let the tears fall

-“I trusted you. I opened up to you. I told you how I felt abandoned by my birth parents and how I thought I wasn’t good enough for them. How if I was better maybe they wouldn’t have given me away. But all this time, you were right here. In the same state.”

-“N/N it’s not like that.”

-You couldn’t take it anymore

-She kept this huge secret from me

-“Don’t call me that. You’re my mother Kori.”

-You weren’t even mad, just sad

-Sad that she’s known for 3 years and didn’t say anything

-Sad that she never told you

-Sad that even when she knew, she never wanted to be your mother

-You didn’t understand one thing though

-“Why didn’t you tell me”

-You said in a hushed tone

-“I was. When I was able to confirm that you were really my daughter I was going to tell you. But then I saw you with your adoptive parents, and you looked so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that”

-She wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t enough for you

-“What kind of excuse is that? You thought I would be better off not knowing who my biological mother is. I even told you that I wanted to know, that I’ve tried doing research to find her”

-She was still silent

-“You sent your daughter away just to have another one”

-That broken Kor’i’s heart even more

-At this point both you and Kor’i were in tears

-You wiped your eyes trying to pull yourself together

-“I can’t do this. Let’s go Damian”

-Damian follows you as you storm out, leaving Kor’i broken and Dick to try and pick up the pieces

-After that night, you a would avoid Dick and Kor’i as much as possible

-It got so bad that you didn’t go to the manor for 3 weeks

-Much to your dismay, you were forced to see her, be in the same room as her

-Everyone sensed the tension between the two of you

-Mostly… ALL coming from you

-You were so furious with her

-Everyone was silent, waiting for the meeting to start

-That silence lasted until not other than Wally West spoke up

-”So I did the math…”

-You already knew what was coming

-You did the math too

-”Star, you had a baby at 15?”

-Sigh

-Of course

-”Tamaranean customs and way of life are different on earth than there. And time is different in space, Wallace.”

-You tuned everyone out as you looked out the window of the WatchTower

-You were situated far enough to hear everything,but far enough to be alone with your thoughts

-You were thinking about everything and nothing

-After you found out about Kor’i you felt so numb

-Could you do the same thing she did?

-Even though you knew your future kids for less than 12 hours, part of you broke when you had to see them go

-Did she feel the same way when she has to let you go?

-It must’ve

-It had to

-She had to

-You were started by a hand on your shoulder

-“You should talk to her”

-You knew he knew what you were thinking about

-“You don't want to?”

-It’s not that you didn’t want to, you couldn’t

-“Exactly”

-He turned you to look at him

-He just looked at you

-Giving you the look you can so easily recognize

-‘You know what you have to do’

-Damn him

-You sighed, dropping your shoulders

-You dropped your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist

-He just hugged you back

-After a few moments you released him

-“I have to talk to Kent about something”

-You nodded at he walked away, making his way towards Jon

-You turned your head to look out the WatchTower, crossing your arms

-You just had to ask her if it hurt and that’s it

-Right?

-Walked toward Kori, grabbing her wrist, pulling her into an empty room

-“Did it hurt?”

-“I’m sorry what?”

-“Did it hurt, when you have to send me away?”

-Kor’i sighed

-“Of course it did. It hurt more than being experimented on”

-You were satisfied with that answer, but it you didn’t let it show

-“Well then… ”

-You shifted your weight on your heels

-“I’m willing to possibly have a relationship with you”

-She smiled and hugged you tightly

-She released you after a few seconds hands on your arms

-“This makes me the most happy”

-You nod with a small smile

-“Let’s return to the others”

-Once to two of you joined the others, the meeting was just starting

-Bat man spoke first

-“We are about to face a possible new threat”

-A cryptic message appears on the board

-“We’ve ran it through every language on our database and zero result”

-Studying to message further you realized it’s not alien language

-“It’s code”

-Batman turned to you as you spoke

-“It’s a code I made when I was like 10. But I haven’t used it since I was like 15/16”

-Wally sped to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder

-“You’re an alien princess with your own secret language”

-He chuckles

-“What else don’t we know about you, N/N. What-”

-Before he could finish Damian pulls him off you by his collar

-“Get your leprechaun in check Grayson before I do it myself”

-Oh when he threatens people for you 😍

-Wally releases himself from Damian’s hold

-“Who are you calling leprechaun, midget”

-“I’m taller than you West”

-You and Artemis shared of look

-If y’all didn’t stop this disagreement now, someone, Wally, would get hurt

-A bright orange light flashed in the center of the conference room

-Everyone immediately prepared to attack

-You didn’t

-The light felt warm, familiar

-“WAIT! Don’t do anything” you yelled

-Once the light disappeared, a guy was there

-He looked about 18 or 19

-His skin matched yours and his hair was like Damian’s

-He had the most beautiful shade of green eyes like Damian’s but the warmth of yours

-You go to hug him

-“Hi Sunny”

-He smiles as he hugs you back

-“Hi Mom. Did you get my message”

-OOOHHH

-Of course

-“Yes. You almost gave your grandfather a heart attack”

-Clark giggled

-Sunny turned to look at his father

-“Hi Dad”

-Damian just nodded, not knowing what to say

-Sunny smiled

-He knew his father might’ve acted like this

-Your son from the future just appeared

-How is Damian the one internally freaking out while you’re so calm?

-“What’s going on? Why are you here?”

-Sunny turned to look at you

-“We need your help mom”

-Sunny looked serious

-Oh no

OMG THIS TOOK FOREVER. But that's my fault hehe Plz let me know how you feel about this. I appreciate ANY type of criticism. I NEED IT TO GET BETTER.

I lowkey forgot about this lolz but I got it done

[sangonomiya-kokofish]

Hello there Sister Habibti, i totally didn't come here just because of a Certain Someone ask me too~ *wink wink*

Anyways since I'm a sucker for Cyno, here's my request:

Can i request, A small fic about how F!Reader who Doesn't see Cyno as a scary person like, the way she see it, his intimidating glare and stern look is quite attractive to them actually. Like how would he react to someone who acted cheerful and happy with him, treating him like a friend rather than the usual act people give him with Extra high respect something like that, but reader? She treats him like a normal person, a friend.

Also she probably wants to get close to him too~

I'm a Cyno simp so ofcourse i would request Him~ 😌 also do you write nsfw? Of this is a sfw account?

Just a dark view

Notes: I was brainstorming titles before I wrote this I will see how much time it took me to write-plus this is just bullet points cause I'm on my fever- plus in this au your alhaitham's sibling-

-it took two days-

Cyno was never the one to think you- alhaitham's younger sibling would want to be his friend

You probably met him through alhaitham or tighnari..

My headcannon is that you took amurta cause if you took architecture

I forgot the Darshan name- ehem-

alhaitham would feel betrayed..

even tho his grandma even took the same Darshan

You and cyno are friends meaning you are feared by everyone at the academy cause who wants to mess with the scary mahamatra (lets not forget tighnari and alhaitham)

People always ask how did you even become friends with cyno

You always answer "just by meeting him while my brother was snatching away my tcg deck to play tcg with him"

Kaveh is also jealous you got to learn tcg tricks from the master player of tcg himself cyno

(they all jealous cause you spend half of alhaitham's salary on the rare and legendary cards and skins and alhaitham doesn't even bother say no cause your his adorable little sibling)

Overall good friendship- 💅👌💯

[violetsareblue-selfships]

The Right Time

F/O: Alhaitham | Word Count: 694 / hehe, this has been a long time coming. this won't affect my anniversary for him (though I might mention it on his rentry page) but uhh, enjoy :3

Alhaitham had overheard her once talking to Kaveh about how she'd want to be proposed to. Her answer didn't surprise him: that she wasn't picky. It could be over dinner, in front of others or not… so long as the moment felt right, she'd be happy with it.

He's never been one for grand gestures. He's not the type to draw a huge crowd for the sole purpose of promising his hand to her. It'd feel too overstimulating - having all those eyes on him as he declares his love for her.

So, it comes as no surprise when he gets the sense of it being the right moment when they're alone in their shared house. They haven't even been living together that long in the grand scheme of things. But it felt natural that once their school years at the Akademiya ended, she'd move in with him.

And so she did.

It's a little over a year that they've been living together, and he knows with the same certainty he can translate any of the languages he knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

He's had the ring prepared as soon as that certainty settled into his mind. Kaveh helped him get her ring size, and he wouldn't be surprised if she knows that this is why her best friend measured it in the first place.

It's a delicate thing made out of white gold with alternating rubies and amethysts, the metal shaped to look like leaves. It fits her so well in his mind. Her Dendro vision, her love for plants, their birthstones, and the delicate nature of the ring representing how fragile she is. Like a flower he has to handle with the utmost care.

As for the right moment… that comes one evening, one no more ordinary than the rest. Alhaitham returns home after work, and April settles in his lap like it's where she belongs. Her head rests against his shoulder, her hazel eyes sparkling up at him with affection as she rambles about all the cute animals she got to see that day for her research.

She feels so perfect in his arms - soft and warm and real. His. His hand rubs over her hip as he listens to her words, the soft melody of her voice giving him energy rather than taking it away. Other people can be so exhausting and overstimulating, but he feels like he could be in her presence for days and not face the same side effects.

So, as her words come to an end and she looks up at him with that sweet, loving expression he's grown to cherish, he knows it's time.

"April?" He murmurs softly, a small smile lifting his lips as she tilts her head so adorably. He wants to wax poetic about how much he loves her, but he has nothing prepared, and he has time to do so in his vows.

So, he shifts her a little so he can dig in the pouch on his waist that has been home to the ring ever since its completion. "I love you," He murmurs. His fingers close around the box and he pulls it out.

"Marry me, habibti." He opens the ring box with one hand, satisfaction settling in his chest at how her eyes widen, brimming beautifully with tears.

She's nodding before she can even speak, managing to hold back the tears long enough to watch him take the ring out of the box and slide it onto her ring finger. Then the dam breaks loose and she wraps her arms tight around him, burying her face against his neck.

Alhaitham presses a kiss to the top of her head and holds her until she pulls back, the sight of her teary, radiant face making him pepper every inch of it in kisses until she's both crying and giggling in equal measure.

When their lips connect, that same feeling of rightness settles in his chest. Yes, this is what he wants, what he needs, for the rest of his life.

He can't wait for her to be his wife officially.

[rotonalhaitham]

Alhaitham - You wanting me tonight feels impossible. (NSFW)

(Can we talk about how we completely forgot that some people said alhaitham betrayed us in the archon quest or... Yeah let's not it ain't true anyway) (i just thought it's funny)

More brainrot here,,, a proper scenario and most probably a nsfw one soon (that one is screaming to be finished in my drafts)

Warnings: NSFW-ish, not proof read as always, very short

(boner alert)

A very tiring day for the both of you. A week, rather.

It has come to that point where work is slowly coming in, resulting to start hell week. And to make it worse, it affects both of you.

But fortunately , your boss had decided to give you 2 days break for your hard work. And to Alhaitham.. Well let's just say he is the boss. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have alot of work to do despite the power he holds. He decided to also have 2 days break to spend with you.

Finally, rest. One thing you know for sure after laying down with Alhaitham in the bed is comfort and rest that you needed. Your tired and sleepy state had controlled over you, and didn't realized your hands are wandering. But even so, your palm seems to be craving for some warmth, something warm like Alhaitham's temperature. Like your hand has its own mind, you lifted your lovers clothes that is covering his stomach, slowly and gently touching his hard abs. Your hands slowly went down to his torso, which you two are already asleep to even notice.

The sunlight caused you to wake up from it's brightness and the warmness of it. You slowly open your eyes, getting stirred from you sleep, you felt big buff arms wrapped around your waist. It's like it wasn't just last night you we're spooning your lover, now you're the one getting spooned.

Not long after, you felt the love of your life pepper quick pecks of kisses on the back of your neck, it made you giggle.

".. 'Morning, habibti."

He greated, his morning voice vibrating through your neck as he buries his face into you.

"Good morning my love."

You lovingly replied. There's no more better morning than to wake up to your lover's arms.

A moment of silence occurred. Just the two of you cherishing each other's warmth and adoration for each other. Not long after, you felt something poke your back. After realizing what it is, you felt flustered. Did he really got a boner just from this?

"... Haitham?"

You spoke up. Expecting him to know what you're talking about.

The smart man he is, he knows damn well you felt him. It's almost a shame but after weeks of work he missed you alot. Everything about you, and every inch of you.

"I'm sorry... All I could think of these past few days is you, aswell as what I'm going to do to you once we get some proper rest. I missed you, yknow? That day has finally come... Now, could you help me with this?"

Oh, but how could you ever decline? He's the only one who's in your mind too.

[princelylove]

Since you said okay to request nsfw fic/drabble then I'd love to request for Abdul base on your answer of previous ask. The idea is darling try to escape and he found out, give them a special punishment. I interested in you said he has fear play and edging kink so I hope you can include that. Making darling feel scared but later make them beg for him to reach orgasm is so adorable

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Ahaaaa...... this ask is from the fifteenth of december. I think I owe you something at this point. Forgive me? ♡♡♡♡ This wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway. Reader is gender neutral but there's one fem pet name in arabic used.

Mohammed is supposed to be patient. 

He’s calm, rational. 

He isn’t necessarily a man of impulse- very few times has he fallen victim to his own urges, if any such occasions were to exist in the first place. 

He can’t recall the last time he made such a rash decision. Perhaps when he was younger.

In a moment of panic, he sets the stairway railing on fire, causing you to stumble off to the side into an end table meant for tossing oddities found on the way home, and sometimes flowers. It isn’t a neatly organized surface, which is odd compared to the rest of Mohammed’s house. Several trinkets are quick to answer gravity’s call, breaking on impact. If you weren’t bent on actually escaping today, you’d usually apologize for breaking any of Mohammed’s ceramic cats laid around your ‘home.’ He’s terribly fond of them- cats, in general, actually. 

He wishes you were more like a cat. More simple. You tend to swat at him, certainly, but you’ll learn to trust him, as almost all cats would. 

You’d consider yourself not to be a cat, as you’re a human being who has complex needs. 

A human being who is very, very flammable. 

“Habibti.” 

You fumble your way down the stairs, tripping a bit on the end table you just knocked over. Mohammed’s house is quite sizable, you won’t be at the bottom of the stairs anytime soon, even with your fall taking a good four or five steps out of the equation. You’re fine, the rug he had laid out in case you ever did fall saved your poor knees, but it takes you a second to reorient yourself. A second he graciously takes from you, as he sets the rug on fire.

He is not exactly immune to his own fire, so he stares down at you, silently, hating himself for putting even more space between the two of you. When you don't move, he finds it in himself to make a small statement.

“Do not take another step or, God willing, you will not see the light of day for a month.”

You foolishly decide to go for the rest of the stairs. The railing cracks, and falls, putting even more obstacles in Mohammed’s way. 

The rooms you pass are all dead ends. You could jump out one of the many windows, of course, but what use would that be? A broken leg isn’t going to allow you your salvation, and your legs are already a bit bruised. 

To be fair, neither is stopping to apologize. You can hear it in his tone- he’s trying with all of his might to remain gentle, but he’s livid. His voice rings from his spot at the top of the stairs- you’ve never actually heard him properly yell before. He’s groaning out of frustration. 

You make your way to the bottom of the stairs, and just when you reach the front door, you feel a hand yank you back by the collar of your top. 

“I love you. Why are you running from me? Have I done something? Tell me what it is, and I’ll fix it.”

He shushes you oh-so-lovingly, and presses you firmly against his chest. His necklace presses into your face roughly.

“My love. My moon. It isn’t so horrible here. Let me take care of you.” 

You attempt to push him away, but freeze at his stand grabbing you from behind. 

It grabs at your upper arms, and sets the portion under its palms on fire.

Mohammed shushes you. He assures you he has cold water ready. It seems he doesn’t care about your screams, or about rushing, as he takes his time to go to the upstairs bathroom. The rug has been removed from the staircase entirely- not that you’d see it, as you faint on the way there.

When you wake up, which feels instantaneous, Mohammed has you on your back, in your shared bedroom. You’re allowed a personal room, of course, but not at the moment.

He isn’t touching you- in fact, he isn’t anywhere near you. The hands on your wrists belong to him, but aren’t his own. When he hears you’ve finally woken up, he instructs you to keep your eyes closed on the off chance that you can see his stand, Magician’s Red- it’s for the better. He is not easy on the eyes, and is rather unforgiving.

A trait that both the user and stand itself share, if not just the user, and projected onto the stand.

Perhaps if you were more well behaved, he wouldn’t have to remind you of his inclination. 

Maybe if you had the common sense of not running from him in a closed space.

He loved chasing you, but he doesn’t love the damage you’ve done to his house. Or the fact that you nearly got out.

“Do you think of me a bad man, my love?" As he speaks, you feel something hot running down your sternum- it travels over your stomach, and hovers between your legs briefly before hovering back up again.

"I never want to be the cause of your stress. If you want to be chased, you need only ask."

He pauses a bit, and you hear his footsteps coming closer. They're dragging, for once.

"In fact, it's my intention to relieve you of stress."

[celestemona]

just read your post about how the kids ask how we met and it was absolutely adorable!!! Your writing is so beautiful

just wanted to lyk (for future references AND NOT IN A RUDE WAY I SWEAR) habibi means love for males and habibti is for females!!!! just so u don’t get confused nd allat

Thank you soooo much, dear 💗 I’ll edit it right away and save this very important information in my drafts hahah!

Once again, thank you for your reading and kind words!!

Have a good day 💐💖

[zhongrin]

Rinnnnn!!!! Hope ya are doing great these days! ❤️❤️

Wdym typo? I thought Moray eel Zhonglee is your hubby? /j

help 🤸

Wait ya mean you hc Zhongli as a kind of messy? And forhejeibejek so cute how you're controlling it for your hubby aaaa, you truly complete each other <33

Ikr?? I can't speak as fancy as the both of them like 🏃💨 hope my Zhongli drabbles are already enough heh. (BTW! can I send ya some drabbles from time to time too? <3)

LMAO ngl I somehow understand that, stan Meitham <33 (plssss it's also so cute dodbejkwk)

HELP RIN I would never simp for Zhongli (although some ppl are doubting that heh-);; but I had some troubles the last day in which I thought my Ayato phase came back but it didn't. I still love Baizhu with my whole heart ❤️🤸

HELP RIN you're so cute, but no need to do that mwah <33

Yes Changsheng was literally all the time like: aight, can ya get together now? Can't handle Baizhu nor you acting like this 🙄

IKR QIQI IS SO CUTE I wanna hug her so bad frfr ❤️❤️

HELP WHERE DID THE DOLLS CAME FROM?? 🧑‍🦯

Ah I see I see, but he surely thought his dear friend is lucky to have a follower like you <33

LMAO ALHAITHAM 😭 I mean he totally would omfg.;; But yes I can understand the relief of his then heh

Ikrikr he surely was but he also was confused at first when he saw me walking up the stairs, limping a bit but also he was like "Who is this? Never seen her" like new patient yk

Then he saw me tripping and ofc he rushed over to help me and was like "Oh she is clumsy. But adorable. Wait WHAT-;;"

What can I say? He fell 0.0000001 seconds faster than me heh.

Next question! <3

Do you have any pet names for your hubby's? If so, what are they and also maybe why it is that specific pet name? <3

(help Rin I thank you sm for answering my long ass asks with such long ass texts, I really appreciate it and I really enjoy reading it aaaaaa <33❤️)

i am!! ty for asking ehheh i hope you're doing well too and baizhu is giving you enough kithes <3

moray eel zhonglee gOODBYE I AM DEAD HLSDJFKLJSDFS no but fr they're so funny looking i cannot- also APPARENTLY THERE'S A DRAGON MORAY EEL VI WE'RE ONTO SOMETHING HERE in an alternate universe, liyue is an underwater kingdom with dragon moray eel zhongli ruling over the city

not exactly messy but he hoards a lot of things. yk how asian parents keep the sauces and containers from takeaway food? ....... yeah.

you can send me drabbles yes ofc that would make my day???? hsldjflksjdklf you don't even need to ask helphsldkfjklsjdlf but you don't have to ofc!!! never feel pressured to do so, although pls know that i would treasure them forever if you ever do so 😭

......... vi vi vi what if. imagine both baizhu and ayato pining for you- 👀

where did the dolls come from you ask? uhhhhhhh- we're writers we have ✨unlimited✨ imagination :D

"oh she's clumsy" -> "oh that's adorable i want to protect her- wait what-" is the only valid reaction nodnod would you say baizhu is protective of you then bc i can totally see that hehe <3

pet names!!!!

i have a lot for zhongli hehe i call him xiànɡ ɡonɡ / hubby, lónglí (mashing character for dragon + last character of his name), li, darling, dear, love.... i actually had a whole post about it sldjfklsjdlf ALSO ALSO since you're a selfship enthusiast if you're interested there's this collab you can check out hehe

for al haitham.... actually not that much bc he doesn't call me by nicknames too much either!! but i do call him haitham, dear, beloved, babe (to fluster him mainly lmao)!! and he usually just calls me by name (meirin / mei / rin) but on private he might use habibti or love <3

how about you and baizhu? what kind of nicknames do you have for each other? also!!! what kind of dates are your favorite? <3

(and pls it's no problem at all, i'm glad you like the long responses bc i. i gush about my selfships a LOT WAUGHHJDSFH i enjoy reading your asks too wahhh they always make me smile <3)

[jake-g-lockley]

AHHHHHHHHH (also you used my gif and i got a double notif hehe)

AGAIN THIS WAS ADORABLE EEE

No, its okay Marc. This is how I’d react if I saw Layla too ⬇️

Omfg the way I gasped at this LHDKTSKTSKTKGX ⬇️

AND WHEN SHE CALLED HIM HABIBTI GDKDKYKYSKSJTSTJJG

How Much I Missed You

Summary: It’s date night! Marc and Layla go on their first date… well, their second first date. The evening is full of surprises for the both of them. (5) FWMS Masterlist.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: there’s sort of smut at the end, but it’s pretty vague and un-steamy. Also, there’s brief and non-detailed talk about human trafficking. An allusion to triggers and panic attacks is in there, too. 

Marc’s heart may as well have been beating out of his chest. 

Why was he so nervous? He had been on at least a hundred dates with Layla, not to mention spent years living with her. He had fumbled a thousand pick up lines, hissed heavy curses in a thousand arguments, and stuttered his way through a thousand apologies. And thousands upon thousands of times, Layla had smiled, shaken her head, and forgiven him. In spite of Marc stumbling his way through every adventure he had ever had with Layla, she had always endured and accepted. 

So why couldn’t he stop his hands from shaking? Why couldn’t he stop the chill that ran from his heart to his palms, all but numbing his fingertips as he tried to button his shirt? Why couldn’t Marc shake the feeling that this night would somehow go horribly wrong?

There hadn’t been much planning at all for tonight. Layla had texted him a few hours ago asking if he was free, and he had responded that he was. Then she had told him she would be at his door at 6, and that he should not worry about dressing up. Other than that, there was no information Marc had to go on about what she wanted for tonight. Did she want to have the date here, in Steven’s flat? Should he put on some tea or find a nice movie to play? Was she going to drag him halfway across the city to her own apartment? If so, why didn’t she just tell him to meet her there? Marc didn’t much like not being the one in control. It set him on edge, even if it was just a date night. Even if he trusted Layla with his life. 

Steven tried to talk him down a bit. This time, he insisted on leaving the body to Marc for the night. “You can’t just keep handing it over to me when you get overwhelmed. You need to talk to her.”

“I know,” he all but whined. Marc wasn’t proud of the way he crumbled and retreated every time she looked at him. He wanted to be genuine with her. He wanted to feel safe enough to be himself around her. 

But he had never been himself around anyone, really. 

“Listen, just remember what we talked about, alright? Start with the little things, things that people would say on a first date. Start with the stuff that’s important, but not all the heavy things.”

“I don’t know how to make small talk, Steven.” Marc fiddled with the button of his shirt some more. He could barely contain his nervousness as the clock crept closer and closer to Layla’s arrival time. 

Steven urged him to breathe. “Don’t think of it as small talk. You make it sound like something you have to force. She wants to get to know you, Marc. She wants you to share yourself with her. Just think of it as sharing yourself.”

Marc’s chest only tightened at that. He had spent the last months doing exactly the opposite, burying himself so deep in solitude that he was almost convinced that he himself didn’t know Marc Spector. He had trained himself for years to hide away, to be quiet, to be invisible. To go with the flow of things and to not rock the boat--and to not dare ever ask where it was going. Marc had gotten this far with Layla by fulfilling one simple purpose: pleasing her. In his mind, though, that meant making things easy on her. By lying, by hiding, by letting her make assumptions about him that he’d never try to correct. He couldn’t grasp the message that both Layla and Steven had been trying to drill into him since they had agreed to start over--

He couldn’t make her happy through quiet conformity. 

Marc had never had the opportunity to know true, unconditional love. He didn’t understand that Layla’s expectations of him were just for him to be himself. He wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around her. He wouldn’t have to be a different person based on the mood she was in when she came home after work. He wouldn’t have to keep his pain hidden, or carefully orchestrate the image of himself that was most palatable to her. Marc needed to allow himself to be unguarded around her. Her happiness, then, lay in the understanding that Marc felt safe around her.  That he trusted her. That she was deserving of every single part of himself that he could possibly think to give her. 

Sure, it had been explained to him, but Marc still couldn’t understand it. Because how could anyone see him for what he truly was and still want to stay?

“God, Steven,” Marc almost-choked out. “She’s gonna be here any second.”

“Yes, she is, and it’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine.” Steven was prepared to retreat backward, to give Marc and Layla some privacy for tonight, if he could only get Marc to calm down. “She already wants you, Marc. You’re already married. All you have to do now is show her the life that she’s already signed up for.”

There was a knock at the door. 

“Fuck.” Marc froze at the noise. 

Steven gave one last reassurance. “You got this, bud. I know you do. Have a nice night.”

“Steven—”

It took everything Marc had not to panic right then. He tried to remember the times where he had found it easy to be around Layla. Even if it was built on a string of lies, their marriage had been one of true love. At least, that’s what it felt like at the time. Marc prayed that the spark was still there, somewhere. 

He opened the door to find Layla leaning against the wall opposite him. She was wearing a yellow sundress, one that she’d had since before they were married, and her hair was tied back in a half-up style. Layla’s makeup was done in a simple, sleek style complete with gold shimmering eyeshadow and black winged liner. Marc couldn’t help but notice the similarity to her avatar suit. 

She looked stunning. 

“Hi,” he stuttered out. Marc’s nervousness was painted plainly on his face. 

“Hey, baby,” she replied, smiling. 

Baby?

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as hard as he thought. Some of the coldness in his spine subsided at the greeting. He took a deep, long breath, trying to preserve the warmth. Layla eyed him patiently. 

“Are you ready to go?” She asked as the silence lingered. He gave a small nod before furrowing his brows. 

“Where are we going?” He shut the door behind him. Marc held his arm out, signaling for Layla to latch onto it. She did so, and he led her to the elevator. 

“Somewhere new,” Layla replied. There was a cheeky smile on her face, though it was reserved. “If that’s alright with you.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” he blurted. It was off-the-cuff, and Marc’s face flooded with heat when he realized he’d said it. That was very unlike him, wasn’t it? Maybe Steven had really gotten in his head about this whole ‘sharing is caring’ thing.  He backtracked. “It’s fine with me.”

“Perfect.”

They didn’t talk much as Layla led him out the door of the complex to her motorbike in the parking deck. Marc didn’t much like the bike—too much noise, too much wind in his face—but he had gotten used to it over time, so he didn’t think twice about clicking his helmet on and pressing his chest into Layla’s back. 

His body was flush against hers. 

Maybe he should have thought twice about that. 

Marc’s body and mind flooded with emotions he couldn’t describe. He was conflicted. He longed for Layla’s touch, and his body graciously accepted the muscle memory of being nestled behind her, arms delicately laced around her stomach and face resting on her shoulder. He felt like he should be holding himself away—he didn’t deserve to be touching her like that, did he? He pulled his head back a bit, hovering behind her a few inches as she started the motor. 

“It’s not a long ride, I swear.” Layla pulled out of the parking spot, the movement forcing Marc forward against her. Every muscle in his body was tense. The last time he’d hugged her, it had been a short-lived reunion after he had cheated death. Before that, the last time he held her…

…well, he couldn’t exactly remember, but it had been a while. The vibration of the bike helped Marc sink deeper into her back, curbing the spring in his muscles from getting so intense that he couldn’t breathe. For whatever it was worth, Layla was true to her word. The ride was over nearly as quickly as it had started, maybe ten minutes tops. 

Layla parked her bike in the garage beside the aquarium. 

“This is where you wanted to go?” Marc asked. He’d never been to an aquarium before, but he had seen them on television plenty. He didn’t much like tourist attractions anyway, and that’s what aquariums were in his mind. Places for sightseeing, places to take children to explore. Places with far too many people and an overpriced gift shop. He had never had an interest in coming to one. 

“I thought we could try it,” Layla explained. He hesitated beside the bike and she placed her hand on the small of his back to urge him forward. “Come on, they don’t stay open very late. I want to make sure we get to see it all.”

They started walking toward the door, and Marc thought back to Steven’s advice. Start with the little things, things you would say on a first date. 

“I’ve never been to one,” he muttered, staring at the giant blue letters on the front of the building. The exterior was painted with cartoons of sea life—goldfish, lobsters, turtles, octopuses. An illustration of a great white shark winked at them as they entered the doors. 

“Never?”

“Not once,” he admitted. “I don’t really know anything about fish.”

She chuckled. “You’re in for a treat then, I guess.”

Layla paid for their tickets at the front desk. Marc followed her along the pathway painted on the floor and, as they rounded the corner of the entryway, Marc’s attention turned to the giant tanks lining the walls of the first room. He didn’t know water could look like this. Sure, Steven’s fish tank was a sight to behold now that it was decorated, but this was something else entirely. 

The creatures swimming along his vision almost looked too beautiful to be real. They were colorful, vivid even, and they moved through the water with a grace and elegance he thought impossible of marine life. The movies had never done justice to these animals. 

Marc didn’t say anything, but Layla noticed quickly how his face lit up like a forest fire. His pace slowed and she gently laced her hand into his as his eyes followed a moon jellyfish. 

“They’re beautiful,” she praised. She glanced down to the species guide, pressing her lips into a lopsided smile. “It’s kinda funny, isn’t it?”

“Hmm?” He turned to look at her, admittedly distracted, and she gestured to the plaque in front of him. 

“A moon jelly.”

Marc’s laugh was soft, but humorless. He felt the urge to say something that seemed like an admittance of guilt, even though it couldn’t have been remotely that. “I don’t even like the moon that much.”

“Is that right?” She raised an eyebrow at him. 

He felt himself blushing. “Not like I hate it or anything. Just—I prefer the sun. I really like the sunset.”

“How romantic,” she gleamed. He rolled his eyes and blushed even deeper. “But I honestly wouldn’t blame you if you hated the moon by now. I can’t even look at it anymore without thinking of him.”

Him. Khonshu. Marc didn’t need any reminding about that bastard. 

“It’s not like he owns the thing. There’s probably dozens of gods that have powers that control the moon.” He tore his eyes away from the tank, focusing instead on Layla’s face. She seemed more than pleased to be listening to him. “I don’t think I could ever really hate it. Not when it looks like that.”

Layla’s eyes lifted in surprise. “I have to agree with you there.”

They moved along the exhibits, Layla spending much more time reading plaques than him. Marc didn’t really care what kind of fish they were or what part of the world they were taken from. He just wanted to watch them swim. They were peaceful—blissfully unaware of the constant stares of onlookers day after day. At least, he hoped they were at peace. They didn’t seem too bothered by the stream of visitors. 

For the most part, the two of them continued to share little tidbits. Mostly light things, but other things, too. Any time their life together came up, it was hard to steer clear of the heavy shit. Still, they tried. 

“You know the whole reason Steven found out about me is because I accidentally killed his fish?”

“You did not,” Layla gasped. She giggled as he nodded his head in shame. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to laugh at that.”

“You can laugh, just maybe not in front of Steven.” Marc cracked a smile. “But yeah, I took the body for a few days and shipped off to Austria. I didn’t even think about feeding Gus.”

“Gus?” She smirked. 

“I didn’t name him.”

Layla couldn’t suppress her grin. It was playful, joyful even, but her curiosity was genuine. “So—wait, how did that make him find out about you?”

“Well, I tried to buy a replacement fish so that he wouldn’t notice.”

Layla’s laugh erupted from her chest as if she couldn’t hold it back. Marc’s tone was defensive, but he was laughing, too. “I didn’t want him to be sad! He was already gonna be upset that he missed his date—”

Marc had the sudden feeling that he’d said something that he should not have. 

“He had a date?” Layla’s smile faltered a bit, but she didn’t look hurt. Not in a jealous way, at least. 

“Well, he would have had one, I guess. He didn’t make it there though… on account of us being in the Alps.” Marc shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Layla’s face dropped a little more. 

“D’you think he would want to go on some dates? I mean, he must have been lonely if he was looking…”

“He doesn’t,” Marc piped. It didn’t seem forced, but it did sound urgent. He stuttered over his words. “He isn’t—he’s not interested in—”

“Not interested in what?” Layla persisted, and Marc bit his lip. She tried to decipher what that could mean. “Is Steven… not interested in women?”

Marc’s face scrunched at that. Could she not understand? Had Steven not kissed her in the desert? Had she forgotten? Was she really going to make Marc say it? He squeezed his eyes shut. 

“He’s only interested in one.”

That appeared to clear things up. Layla’s mouth fell open slightly, and she nodded in quiet understanding. Marc deflected before the moment could sink further. “I bought another fish, but it didn’t look enough like Gus. See, Steven’s goldfish only had one fin, but the pet store didn’t have any one-finned fish…”

She hesitated to follow his story. “So, Steven thought his fish had suddenly grown back its fin?”

“I guess, yeah. He figured out pretty soon that someone had swapped them.” Marc tilted his head toward the ground. The whole thing sounded so foolish in hindsight. 

There was no humor in her voice this time. “Why didn’t you just leave the dead one in the tank? He wouldn’t have thought anything weird about his goldfish dying. Fish die all the time.”

“I just didn’t want that to be another thing I’d ruined for him.”

Layla didn’t press any further. They were nearing the last exhibit now, which was fitting considering how late it was getting. The aquarium would be closing soon anyway. The final corridor was an immersive exhibit, where the tank surrounded the guests on all sides, arching over their heads for a few meters before the room exited into the gift shop. Marc stared at the entrance to the corridor, lagging behind Layla as she walked underneath. When she noticed that he was no longer beside her, she turned to face him with a perplexed expression. 

Marc was a former marine, for God’s sake. After all of this time, he shouldn’t have been bothered by a fish tank. It was an exhibit meant for children, something a normal person wouldn’t give a second thought. It should have been mesmerizing. It should have felt exciting to be immersed in the imagery. 

It didn’t feel like that. 

He was good at gritting his teeth and powering through. Hell, he wouldn’t have gotten nearly this far if he hadn’t learned quick how to do that. The night was going so well, though. He hadn’t expected something like this to happen, not this late into the evening. It was such a small thing, how could he have known it would bother him?

“You coming?” A tinge of impatience rang in Layla’s voice. He walked forward, keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him. “You’re missing the best part. Look up.”

Marc hated the visceral, automatic response he gave to her. 

“I can’t.”

Layla El-Faouly wasn’t dumb by any metric. She could see that something was wrong with him. But she also wasn’t cruel, so she didn’t press. Marc flinched as she placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him quickly and quietly to the end of the exhibit. 

For the first time, she took to heart what Steven had told her upon her return to London. ‘Marc’s been through a lot. Much more than he’s told you.’ She wondered how many things like that she had missed before. How many small hesitations had she failed to understand were something more? 

When they stopped walking again, Marc raised his head to find that they were now in the gift shop. He took measured breaths, hoping that Layla wouldn’t make a big deal of his…well, whatever had just happened to him. Just as he suspected, everything inside the shop was overpriced and shittily made. He moved toward the exit, but spotted Layla down the aisle beside him looking at a rack of very odd looking plushies. 

“Do you like what you see?” He muttered, which caused her head to jerk toward his voice. Layla shook her head absently, her fingers fumbling with a tag on a little pink stuffy. She moved beyond the rack. Her eyes lingered just a moment too long on the animal that Marc admittedly couldn’t identify. 

Layla moved swiftly through the rest of the shelves, picking through shirts and hats and figurines, and even a few pop-up books. She carried a bit of nervousness in her frame, which confused Marc quite a bit. He had never seen her be nervous in front of him. Scared, maybe, or jumpy after a mission. Never nervous though. He stalked forward to the display she had lingered on. Marc’s hand jumped to the price tag. 

Stuffed axolotl: £35.00. 

He jerked the toy off of the rack, positioning it behind his back. Layla drifted further to the edge of the store and Marc approached the register. 

“Will that be all for you, sir?” Asked the cashier. He pressed his lips into a polite smile. 

“It will. Can you put it in a gift bag?”

She nodded, and he handed her the money to pay. Marc turned around to see that Layla was on the last rack, picking through a bored display of keychains. The cashier cleared her throat and he thanked her before grabbing his bag from the counter. 

“You ready to head out?” Layla called to him. “I’m getting hungry.”

“Come visit us again soon,” the cashier piped. Marc and Layla made their way outside, where the sun had set and darkened the sky and the surrounding streets. They were halfway to the parking deck before Layla noticed the bag in his hand. 

“What’s that?”

“Oh, well…” he fumbled. He hadn’t planned to give it to her until they were back at his place. “I just noticed you looking at it. I thought maybe you thought it was too expensive or something.”

He passed the bag to her, and she reached her hand in to pull out the stuffed animal. Layla hummed surprisedly at the gift. “Marc! You bought this for me?”

“Yeah. Thought you might like it—”

She jumped into his arms with more fervor than she’d had all night. Marc nearly lost his footing at the impact, awkwardly pulling his hands up to reciprocate while shuffling on his feet. Layla held him tightly enough to steal his breath, her muscles sprung and shaking. 

“Habibi, I love it.”

Marc whined and practically melted into her skin. They stayed like that for a few moments, each remembering what it was like to embrace the other. Their bodies just seemed to fit together so well, and the warmth was addictive in the cold, dark London streets. Layla was the first to pull away, mostly due to the growling in her belly. 

“Thank you,” she muttered, locking their hands and heading again toward the parking deck. “Let’s get some food.”

“Take out?” Marc offered, glad that the dim lighting hid the red of his cheeks. He didn’t want the night to be over quite yet. 

“Sure. My place or yours?” 

“Steven just redecorated,” he explained. 

“Okay. Yours then.” She handed Marc’s helmet to him, along with the gift bag for him to hold onto. “I want to see what it’s like without all the sand.”

“It’s definitely an improvement.”

They practically scarfed down their dinner the second they made it to the flat. Layla wasn’t kidding about being hungry, and Marc realized as he took his first bite that he hadn’t eaten anything since Steven had given him the body at breakfast. Marc allowed her to pick a playlist before steaming it over a speaker on the coffee table. The longer they sat together on Steven’s old, tattered couch, the more it felt like old times for both of them. 

“About my trip tomorrow,” Layla began. Marc turned his attention to her face, away from the sleeve of her dress he was fumbling with. “It’s a mission for Taweret. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

Marc’s body lit up with an odd feeling. Worry, maybe, for her safety? Or was it something else? “You’re doing missions for Taweret? I thought that was just temporary.”

“So did I,” she explained. “But this mission, this target… I don’t know. I can’t walk away from it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain. I need you not to freak out.”

Marc’s heart jumped. “Why would I freak out?”

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” she claimed. 

“Layla, what is she asking you to do?” 

Layla sighed and cupped his hand in her face. Her eyes pleaded again with him to please not freak out. “There’s a trafficking ring—”

“A what!?” 

A trafficking ring. Ambiguous language, for sure, but Marc could quickly put the pieces of the puzzle together. Taweret was the goddess of women and children. Vulnerable people. That likely meant it wasn’t drugs or contraband they were smuggling—

It was people. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, Marc! Taweret will protect me, okay? You know how this works.” Layla held Marc’s face in her hands like he’d fall if she wasn’t bearing the weight. He grabbed her wrists, restraining himself from clamping down with all his strength. 

He whimpered at the thought of it. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself. I promise.”

There it was again. The very thing that had driven a wedge so deeply in their relationship that it had almost crumbled to nothing. Marc wanted to argue with her. He wanted to insist on keeping her safe, because all he had ever wanted was to keep her safe. It wasn’t about what he wanted, though. That was the entire point. That was where he fell short the first time. He hadn’t asked what Layla had wanted. 

“And you want to do this mission?” Marc worded his question carefully. He wanted to make sure he was hearing it right. “You want to go fight this human trafficking ring? You want to live in servitude to Taweret and her cause?” 

“It’s not servitude, Marc. I want to do this because it’s the right thing to do. I want to help Taweret because I believe in her, and she’d never make me do something I didn’t want to. I’ve got this, I swear.”

Marc nodded. He pulled Layla’s arms down from his face and clasped his hands into hers. She squeezed his palms, her soft eyes staring a hole straight through him. He swallowed hard. 

“I’ll miss you.”

Her face lifted, an affirming smile spreading across her cheeks before disappearing again. The only sound in the room was the music that Layla had picked. It was barely loud enough to be heard, allowing for Marc to hear how her breath hitched. Her hands slacked in his own. 

Layla moved on top of him in a quick, smooth motion. She pressed her lips sweetly to his and cupped her arm to the back of his neck, pressing him back into the couch. Marc’s body struggled to keep up with the movement. It took him a moment to respond, finally bringing his hand up to the small of her back and parting his lips while she moved against him. 

The progression was slow and hesitant. Marc made sure that his movements were gentle, and Layla made sure hers were more about closeness than lust. They spent hours on the couch, so many that Layla’s phone had run out of battery and stopped playing music. That didn’t make any difference to them, though. As far as Marc was concerned, a tornado could come through the room and he wouldn’t dare move from his spot. 

He explored every inch of her body, both over and under her dress. Marc savored the feeling of her, cursing his past self for taking her all for granted. Why hadn’t he taken the time to worship her thighs? Why hadn’t he made a mission of kissing every inch of her belly? Where was his brain when Marc managed to marry the most gorgeous woman on earth, because it couldn’t have been in his head. Not the way he had treated her before. Marc couldn’t remember her skin being this soft before. He must not have taken the time to catalog the texture. 

“I’ll miss you too,” Layla hummed. Her hand was locked in the mop of his curls, his tongue exploring her chest. She had missed his touch, too, though she would argue that it had always been ethereal. Marc had always, always put her needs before his. He’d always taken the time to make sure she was tended to. Now, though, he somehow seemed even more attentive. She writhed underneath him, absolutely delirious from the weight of his body on top of her. 

When they woke the next morning, Layla had stolen all the covers on Marc’s bed. He didn’t mind, admittedly having slept much too soundly to notice. He slipped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and putting the kettle on to boil. Unless something had drastically changed since he left, he knew that she liked her tea strong and sweet. 

He smiled to himself when he heard the bathroom door creak open and the shower begin to run.  Marc opted to make her a plate of breakfast as well, hoping he was correct about how she liked her eggs. He hadn’t cooked for her in a while, mostly because he didn’t cook much at all. Marc Spector would be damned, though, if he didn’t take care of her now. Especially after a night like the one they’d just had. Breakfast was the absolute least he could do. He pondered about buying her a castle. 

“I’m surprised that your hair has gotten so long,” she said as she emerged from the bathroom. Layla was wearing his Led Zeppelin t-shirt, the fabric barely covering her ass. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep and her neck was heavily painted with hickies. Marc tried not to stare at them. 

“Steven likes it this way,” he responded. Marc had worn his hair short from the time he had entered the marines until Steven had returned from his dormant state inside their mind. He often wore it past the length of the buzz-cut that the military required, but it had never been long enough to fall into his field of vision. 

“You made breakfast,” Layla observed.

“And tea,” he added. He put a plate and mug in front of her. 

She smiled. “Thank you.”

Marc took a sip of his own tea, trying to hide how much he was struggling to form a response. Layla started to eat. She paused when the quiet scraping of forks and tapping of mugs had gone on too long. 

“Marc?” Her voice was hesitant. He looked up from his plate slowly.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t like water much, do you?” His food almost caught in his throat. She bit the inside of her cheek, pondering if the question was too prying, too soon. 

“It’s nothing,” he dismissed. 

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes. It clearly wasn’t nothing. “I should have asked before taking you to the aquarium.”

“No, no, I liked it.” Marc shook his head, assuring her with gentle, wide eyes. “It was perfect. Really. It was beautiful.”

His words hung in the air. She wasn’t buying it. 

“I just don’t—I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

Her hand darted to his, wrapping around his fingers and pressing down on the table. “It’s not stupid, Marc. But you don’t have to tell me.”

This was what he had been wary of. Opening up to her, just as he had opened himself up to Steven before. He didn’t like doing it the first time, and that was under duress anyway. Marc wasn’t sure if he could do it again. Not like this. Not so soon. Not on his own. He couldn’t lie to her, either, though. 

“I just don’t like going under. I told you, it’s stupid.”

Layla’s watch beeped at her, signaling that it was nearing time to leave for the airport. She choked down the last pieces of egg and chugged her now-lukewarm tea. She switched quickly back into her dress from the previous night, looking back over the studio to make sure she had everything she’d brought with her. The gift bag from the aquarium balanced on the knuckle of her pinky. 

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to call next,” she murmured to him. Layla pressed a kiss to his cheek on the way out the door. “But text me?”

“I will,” he promised. 

“Tell Steven the same, alright. And Marc…”

Electricity danced on his skin where her lips had been. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for telling me. Next time, we’ll go somewhere drier.”

She winked as she shut the door, and Marc couldn’t wipe the dumb smile off of his face. 

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[a-few-of-my-favorite-turtles]

1-65 vday asks :)

thank you!! xoxo

VALENTINE’S DAY | ASK SPECIAL 1: Do you have a crush at the moment? My beautiful wonderful girlfriend!! She is amazing and blows me away and I know yall hear about her a lot and that’s why. hi honey!!2: Have you ever been deeply in love? I most definitely have (I am right now, tbh, so over the moon)3: Longest relationship you’ve ever been in? a year and a half4: Have you ever changed for someone? Not to impress them, I mean, I change naturally all the time, influenced by the people I’m around a lot5: How is your relationship with your ex? I’m lucky to be friends with the only one that matters6: Have you ever been cheated on? Found out later that someone tried7: Have you ever cheated? no8: Would you date someone who’s well known for cheating? no9: What’s the most important part of a relationship? Communication. All else will follow10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? I seem to lean towards serious relationships. Not opposed to flings, just apparently not built for them11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on “breaks”? a friend of mine who I consider very wise once said “usually a break means a break up” and I’ve yet to see her proven wrong12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?  O.o13: What’s one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship? Hmm, well I regret the hurt I’ve caused14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex? It’s not so much age as maturity and ability to understand and give/receive consent. I think 16 is pretty appropriate for the legal age, but we seriously need better sex ed15: Do you believe in the phrase “age is just a number”? to some extent. But as long as everyone’s a consenting adult, other people’s relationships aren’t my business, ya feel?16: Do you believe in “love at first sight”? no17: Do you believe it’s possible to fall in love on the internet? Why not18: What do you consider a deal breaker? Not wanting futures that can work with each other19: How do you know it’s time to end a relationship? When we’re clearly not compatible in who we are/what we want20: Are you currently in a relationship? Happily so!!21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends? yes 22: Do you think people should date their friends? It’s worked out well for me- besides if you’re not friends with the person you’re in a relationship with, it won’t last very long23: How many relationships have you had? 2.3724: Do you think love can last forever? yes25: Do you believe love can conquer all things? no26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of? Not because my parents didn’t approve of them, but it would give me pause27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be? I am worth a partner who actually wants me and will care for me back 28: Do you think long distance relationships can work? Yes!!29: What do you notice first about another person? Probably their body language?30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual? lesbian31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness? No, of course not32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? Thankfully no33: Do you want to get married one day? I do34: What do you think about getting your partner’s name tattooed? I can’t commit to any tattoos lol. What if I decide I want a different font?35: Could you be in a relationship without sex? Yes, but tbqh I’d want sex long term36: Are you still a virgin? ye37: What’s more important: Looks or personality? personality38: Do you enjoy love films? Not particularly, but theres some decent ones39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses? i don’t think so40: Have you ever had a valentine? Yes 41: What’s your imagination of a “perfect date”? anything with my girlfriend, I adore her and just enjoy being with her42: Have you ever read “Romeo & Juliet”? lol yes43: What’s more important: Your partner or your friends? Everyone is important44: Would you consider yourself “romantic”? yeah, kinda45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends? I am dating someone I was friends with, so yes, and it has been a great move46: Have you ever been “friendzoned”? I don’t think so? At least not permanently47: Which “famous couple” is your favorite? Eliza and Ham minus cheating, or Alex and Maggie, if we can count fictional48: What’s your favorite love song? “Helpless” (Hamilton) and “Love Song” (Pippin)49: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I have, and I’m sorry50: If you’re single, why do you think you are? Not single ^-^51: Would you rather date someone who’s rich but a douchebag or someone who’s poor but a nice guy? Poor but nice girl, thank you very much52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships? I try, but like, I’m no wizard 53: Are you jealous of couples when you’re single? Not really54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on Facebook)? I mean, idk about “official” but I think it’s important that both partners are on the same page about what they expect from the relationship, including how public it is55: Would you consider yourself “clingy”, “overly attached” or “jealous”? I try really hard not to be 56: Have you ever “destroyed” a relationship? Is this like someone else’s? no?57: Do you think it’s silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart? Please if you’re considering suicide, call this hotline: 1-800-273-8255. Suicide is serious, and you deserve help58: Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship? Equal partner in crime, thank you very much (probably more sub)59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner’s birthday or your anniversary? No, and im gonna try not to start now! 60: What’s your opinion on open relationships? Consenting adults. I don’t care what other people do other than that. I like my relationship as is currently61: Who’s more important: Your partner or your family? Omfg. Okay, in many ways my partner is like family, and this question is ridiculous regardless, everyone’s situations are different and valid 62: How do you define “cheating”? when one partner makes the decision to do relationshipy things outside the relationship without communicating with the other partner/getting their consent 63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate? This is something for partners to discuss and decide amongst themselves. 64: Do you think Valentine’s Day is overrated? Lol a little, but it can  be fun 65: Would you consider yourself a “cuddler”? with my girlfriend hell yeah

[ggomos-maribat]

One True Three

One

Damian combed his fingers through the golden locks lying on his lap. He attempted to shift his legs, but they were persistently trapped under his boyfriend's body. "Darling," he said to Felix, "Time to get up."

A playful smile touched Felix's lips. He didn't look up from his book. "I'm still reading."

"Yes, while ignoring me."

Felix snorted. "My head is on your lap. If you want some attention you’re more than free to ask for it."

Damian's fingers traced down his cheek, all the way to his collarbones and arm. Felix gave an involuntary shudder, but pretended that nothing happened. Damian bent down to kiss his forehead. "That book is hardly interesting."

"You haven't even read it."

"I know enough." He'd heard Jason narrate book reviews out loud.

"I find it interesting."

"And not me?"

The corner of Felix's lip twitched. "You're fine."

"You have been reading for two hours, darling." Damian caught the book between two fingers but Felix snatched it away from his grip before he could steal it. "Come on, we have to wake Habibti."

Felix stretched, bringing his arms and legs out. The gray eyes looking up at Damian had an impish gleam on them. "This spot is quite comfy, don't you think?"

Damian sighed and lifted Felix off with full strength. The blonde only smiled widely as he was pulled along to their bedroom. Marinette was still curled up in the middle of the bed, snoring away adorably while looking absolutely tiny.

Felix lied down on her left, whilst Damian took her right. Two pairs of arms wrapped around the sleeping girl. "Habibti," Damian whispered, peppering kisses on her face. "Time to wake up."

Marinette groaned. "Too early."

Felix brushed the hair away from her cheek and pressed his lips on her jaw. "It's one in the afternoon, ma belle."

She groaned again. "That's still early!"

"Shall we fix you breakfast? Pancakes?" Damian offered.

Her blue eyes flew open, albeit still tired. "Okay, okay I'm up." She snuggled deeper into their warmth. "You're going to set the kitchen on fire again, mon oiseau, and you, mon chou, might add salt to the pancakes again."

"That was one time," Felix grumbled, burying his face on her shoulder.

She giggled. "Cuddle time first. Then we'll make the pancakes together."

Two

Felix was positioning the cart near the snacks aisle when Marinette ran over to him holding a bottle with a pump.

"Mon chou, can we get this? Please?" Marinette pleaded.

"What’s that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It's a flower soap dispenser!" She waved the bottle at his face, showing images of how the dispenser worked. He gently lowered her arm.

"We already have a soap dispenser at home, ma belle," Felix sighed.

"But we don't have a flower soap dispenser," she argued.

"It's twenty dollars."

"It's worth it!" She puffed up her cheeks.

Felix looked down on the contents of their cart. They'd only agreed to a quick trip to the grocery since they were running out of cleaning supplies and food. Unfortunately, their smile pile had grown into a bigger mountain, as they picked up more items they needed.

"Marinette, love, we don't need that." He tried again, but the energetic girl couldn't be quelled.

"I'll go get my own cart and buy this myself then." Marinette turned around, ran off, and promptly bumped into Damian who was carrying some fresh produce and frozen food. He caught Marinette by the waist, looking at both of them inquisitively.

"Mon oiseau, can we get this, please?" Marinette sheepishly smiled once she was steadied on her two feet.

"What is that?" Damian asked.

"A flower soap dispenser!"

Damian glanced at Felix who only shook his head. His lips quirked up as Marinette relentlessly defended her 'need' for a flower soap on her hands.

"I suppose we can have a childish purchase just once." Damian nodded.

"Thank you, thank you, Damian!" Marinette kissed his cheek. "Wait—hey! It's not childish! This is for the betterment of our mental states."

"Darling?" Damian looked at Felix for confirmation.

Felix nodded as well. "Better than Marinette shoplifting it off the shelves."

Three

Marinette looked at the scattered pieces of the shelf around them. She was one second away from crumpling up the instruction manual on her hand. When she looked to her side, she saw that Damian looked just as lost. Damian Wayne, ex-assassin, son of the Bat, and nighttime Gotham vigilante was confused in putting together an IKEA shelf.

"Dami, I thought you'd be good at this," Marinette remarked.

"You have made a complicated contraption as a container for the Miracle box. I thought you would have some expertise in this, habibti," Damian picked up two pieces, looking at them back and forth.

"But that was my own creation!" She waved the manual in the air angrily. "These pictures don't even make sense."

"Alright, I think this piece goes there . . ."

"No, they don't even fit together."

A conceding Marinette laid her head on Damian's shoulder, letting the paper flutter to the ground. He kissed her temple. "Maybe we should ask Felix after all?"

"Noo, we can't do that! He's still sick. We have to let him rest." She brushed her bangs from her face. "And if we ask him for help he'll tell us 'I told you so'. Do you want to give up your pride that badly?"

Damian chuckled. "Yes, we cannot let him win." He snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Though I am willing to bet that he is worried out of his mind that we will wreck the entire apartment just trying to put together one shelf."

"Well, you're here to keep me from hitting myself with a screwdriver and tripping all over the floor, so we're not going to damage the apartment." She paused. "I think."

They looked up to see Felix coming out of the bedroom, hair tousled in an adorable style as he sneezed into another tissue. He took one look at them and then at the disarranged pieces on the floor.

"Need help?" he asked.

Marinette shot up to her feet, nearly stumbling if Damian hadn't caught her. "No! We're fine here! We were just taking a break, I promise!"

"Uh huh."

"You do not need to concern yourself with this, darling," said Damian.

Felix heaved out a breath, sniffing a little. "I knew this would happen. I won't go back to bed until that shelf is complete."

"Fine, let's get you some soup then you tell us what to do while you stay on the couch," Marinette suggested. She made a beeline to the kitchen as Damian grabbed a blanket for Felix.

"I hope you get better soon." Damian pecked the top of his head. 

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On AO3

[withloveheart]

What are your favorite kdramas?

Hey Habibti,

I have like 14 currently, but I am probably just going to a couple in no particular order.

Romance is a Bonus Book

I remember this had shocked me on how cute the storyline was. I wasn't expecting much since I never hear anyone talking about this kdrama, but Lee Jong-Suk was in it, and I've loved many of his other dramas. It's about a woman whose relationship with her husband and first love ends and how she has to adapt to how much the workforce has changed. Her childhood friend, who has been in love with her for years, doesn't know about her situation and she spends a good amount of effort in the beginning making sure he doesn't find out. It's cute and I loved it.

Vincenzo

Vincenzo had the entire kdrama community in a chokehold and I am no different. A nice mixture of thriller, humor, and a sprinkle of mystery served with a healthy romance on the side. I adored everything about it except one thing, but I can't talk about that since it would be a spoiler. It's about a lawyer who used to work for the Italian mafia and is now in Korea in order to find some money that had been hidden away ages ago.

Honestly, the dark romance authors should take some notes from this show because they did a mafia storyline really well. The romance was also not abusive and based on mutual respect. Two wholes coming together to create a cute dynamic.

Flower of Evil

A detective who is investigating a popular serial killer case and starts to notice something weird about the case. Her husband has also begun acting weirdly ever since her unit has been working on the case and believes him to not be who he says he is. What's worse, is the serial killer's accomplice is back after a victim is found to fit the original killings from several years ago.

It was emotional and had me crying by the end. I have to thank @wutsetien for this one since she had high praises for it.

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

If you want something feel good, cute, cheesy, and funny then this is the drama for you. I don't remember the details because I haven't watched in a while, but when I first did, I was obsessed. A drama that is very beloved by the kdrama community.

Kingdom

As someone who used to be a fan of the zombie genre, no one has been doing zombies like South Korea. Singlehandedly, Korea has brought back my zombie obsession that I had thought was long gone. I love the small twists Kingdom had given their zombie lore. I can't wait for season two.

Happiness

Another zombie drama but it concentrates a lot more on people and the terrible things they will do to survive. The romance in this is top tier. Two people who have been friends decide to marry each other so they can get a free apartment that their civil servants job can offer them when people start to get infected. I love that it is essentially two people who already have lots of respect and love for each other as friends growing closer in a hard environment. I love that there isn't any pesky in-laws, no second male or female lead, or stupid misunderstandings between them. I also loved the villain of the story too.

There are more but I don't want this to become incredibly long.

With All My Love,

Heart💚

[kamilah-is-queen]

Sub Kamilah

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warnings: NSFW, g!p Kamilah, daddy kink, some descriptive language

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@rhonda-sayeed’s request for sub Kamilah. I enjoyed playing around with this one.

Kamilah’s POV

“Who knew I, Kamilah Sayeed, known as the Ice Queen to some and a cold, ruthless, iron hearted bitch to others, would finally have the peace of mind to settle down and wed. Because I certainly didn’t. Not before I met Amy Parker, of course…” I thought to myself silently while relishing the cool, crisp waves that splashed at my ankles. But I was happy… happier and more content than I ever thought was possible. Everything in life seemed to fit in its place now. Life was… perfect. Yes, perfect.

Work was good. Busy, but that’s the corporate world for you. Our friends were safe and sound, enjoying their lives for the present. Lily moved to Los Angeles to pursue her dreams in film production, where she planned to make a movie series on us all. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the chaotic one herself. Jax had expanded his Shadow Den into a fully functioning charity, which vowed to help all supernatural creatures alike. Adrian had created a successful career in politics and was running for presidency. His scientific revolutions made the serum a tangible reality, a reality where vampires could again walk in the sun freely. God, how I missed it.

“Bambina, are you alright?” Amy’s warm arms embraced me closely from behind, her chin far from reaching my shoulder as she gave me a squeeze, pulling me out of my thoughts.

With a chuckle, I took her hand and kissed her knuckles delicately, “I am now, habibti.” My gaze fell upon the setting sun, the scenery of the white sandy beach and the crisp blue horizon like a portrait in my mind. “Isn’t it surreal.”

Amy took a while to respond. She reached upon her tiptoes and nuzzled her chin on my shoulder, smiling. “Everything is surreal. Especially us. Being together. And I’m ever so grateful for that.”

I turned in her arms to meet her gentle, loving gaze. “And so will I. For the time that we have now after everything we’ve endured, together.” My arms came to settle around her waist, leaning our foreheads together gently.

With a grin, she pulled away. “Come on you sap, let’s get back to the villa.” With a tug of my arm we were off, sprinting towards the wooden hut in the distance. I couldn’t help but break out in a wide grin as I chased her. Her soft yelps and giggles urged me on, a hearty laugh escaping my chest at the adorable moment.

I closed the large door behind me after a while, soft pants escaping my lungs. “Amy?” The words faded into thin air and nothing but silence.

I looked around the modern, yet rustic villa. “Amy, come on now. This isn’t funny.”

Again, silence.

Finding no success in the other rooms, I approached the master bedroom. Within a second of the door opening, Amy had me pinned down on the bed. “Well, well, well.” I smirked. “Look at you getting all bold now.”

She had changed into a seductive, wine red lingerie that had a neckline low enough to give a tasty view of her bulky chest and was tight enough to expose her curves and accentuate her ass.

“Oh, but don’t you like it sweetheart.” She dragged a sharp nail down my jaw, to my neck, down my throat and towards my shirt. “You secretly love it when I get bossy and sexy like this with you, hm?” Her voice was husky, and coated with lust as she straddled my lap.

My throat became parched. She got me. “How could I not love it, darling?” I replied with a grin as my heart rate started to quicken, and fast. I let her take control as she began to tie my wrists to the bedposts, with a soft silk material. It was easily breakable, but where’s the fun in that?

“Mm, well you’re in for a treat tonight my dearest.” She slashed her nail down my shirt, ripping it in half entirely, exposing the tan and muscled skin below.

I took her lips in mine with a searing, passionate kiss and leaned up on my elbows slightly to meet her halfway. Our tongues tangled in a fight for dominance as I gave in, her tongue quickly overpowering my own. “Well give it to me…”

She began rocking her hips against my hardening bulge, the wet fabric of her panties making the sensation even more heightened. “Fuck…” I watched as she sat up straight, her hands trailing down my muscled abdomen and resting there before she started undoing my belt.

“Look at you Kamilah, mm baby you’re so hard for me…” With a swift tug she tore my cream chinos to the floor, exposing my bulging cock within the black boxers. Amy’s eyes darkened visibly, a sly smirk spreading across her lips as she began to palm me through the boxers. “Isn’t that right Kamilah?”

“Yes…” My head fell back and a soft sigh escaped my lips, a pleasant shiver falling down my spine, “it’s all for you Amy…”

A snarky grin fell across her lips. “Oh, I know bambina. You’re all mine to play with tonight. And don’t you think for a second that I’ll let you off easy.” She kissed the head of my shaft before licking a trail up the underside, where I throbbed visibly with a lift of my hips. “I’ll make sure you impregnate me, Kamilah. I want to be swollen and pink and you’ll do whatever I say so I get what I want. Is that understood?”

I couldn’t help but nod rapidly in response. “Yes yes Amy, fuck… just take me in your mouth already.” Her gaze met mine, an equal mix of love and lust as she went down on my shaft.

I groaned in pleasure and laid my head back once more, “just like that Amy, fuck.” The sensation was just perfect. She pumped me with one hand vigorously as she sucked down harder, and deeper with her plump lips.

The restraints at my wrists tightened when she took me completely down her throat, a slight gag and choke coming from her mouth before she began bobbing her head again. Her groans echoed loudly with the slurping sounds, like music to my ears as I got closer to the edge.

“A-Amy, uhn… I’m so close, I’m so goddamn close. Don’t you dare stop.” My hips bucked up as I tried to meet her mouth better, desperate for more friction.

But she pulled away, the moment before release. “Nu uh, I'll tell you when to cum. Deal?” She grabbed my chin in her hand, gazing into my eyes while licking her lips seductively.

I throbbed at the sight, unable to control myself. With a slow nod, I agreed. “As you say.” She grinned and pulled off her red lingerie, “there’s a good girl.”

My eyes turned to a deep, dark red and my fangs grew from their sheathed spot as I watched her closely. I tugged at the restraints, “let me touch you Amy, I need to baby. Fuck, I’m desperate for you. Ever since we’ve wed I’ve been wanting you to myself like this, baby.”

She groaned at the sound of my husky voice and convincing words, also desperate for friction by the look of her arousal coating her thighs. “Mm, I don’t know… have you been a good enough girl for Mommy?” Her palms slid up my thighs to my breasts, gently squeezing before attacking my collarbone with kisses.

Her kisses traveled all the way to my neck, where they became rougher and more needy. “I don’t know, have I?” I said with a cheeky, knowing smirk that she couldn’t help but die for.

She lifted her head for a moment, her brown eyes catching my own as she pondered, quietly. She bit her lip and whispered huskily in my ear, “I’ll only let you fuck me if you take me from behind. And rough. Please Kamilah, I don’t want you to hold back.”

She slipped the restraints off as she took my earlobe in her mouth, slowly sucking as I shuddered once more.

“Yes, my Queen. Whatever you want is yours tonight, and every night after that.” I quickly flipped us over with a simple move of the arm, and slid a pillow under Amy’s stomach to support her. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded rapidly, desperate for friction as she nestled in slowly. “Fuck me already!”

The needy tone of her voice flipped a switch inside of me. Suddenly, I couldn’t think about anything else other than Amy and how I was going to please her oh so well.

I grunted softly before wrapping my arm around her neck, mounting her from behind. Without warning I thrusted into her completely, relishing in the shocked whimper she let out at being completely filled.

I steadied my free hand near her head, while tightening my grasp around her neck as I nuzzled the back of her neck, pounding even faster. “You like that baby, don’t you? Isn’t this what you wanted Daddy to do?” I cooed in her ear softly while fastening the pace of my hips.

Hearing her struggle to formulate coherent sentences only urged me on. “Go on Amy. Tell Daddy!” I growled again, louder. My hips slapped against her rear, harder and harder and harder with each passing second.

“K-Kami, oh, I-“

I grew impatient, quickly. I drew dark purple hickies down her from her shoulder to her back, while gripping at the cheek of her ass. “I swear Amy, answer me or I’ll stop.”

I tugged at her tight ponytail and attacked her neck visciously with hard kisses, while slamming my hips even deeper. She let out a long string of strangled moans while gripping the sheets even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck yes Kamilah! This is exactly what I wanted, mmm yes yes yes!”

With a few thrusts more we both fell apart onto one another, exhausted and in awe at one another. Night one of the honeymoon, complete.