#Jinx fucking lured her in

[ultfreakme]

Oh I do not like that two of my ships right now has someone that's deeply oppressed on a systematic level in their story having to set aside their own morals and values for their extremely privileged lover who does not bother to truly understand their pain, often trying to make excuses for the oppressors.

[bad-art-with-style]

Decided to finally draw up an emo band for League of legends, roles for each character are:

Talon (originally the drummer but becomes the lead singer when front man quits, didn’t want to join bc he got bullied for being emo in middle school, is now here after being “lovingly encouraged” to join by his friend briar).

heavy Gerard way/early my Chemical romance inspiration for him, learned to play guitar because he thought it was cool but switched to drums because it annoyed his sisters more. Is still an emo kid and fully embarrasses it as time goes on. Weapon is a drumstick he grips the same way you would a straw when pretending to be the wolverine. Could also just have it attached to a bracelet or doe thing idk.

Hwei (front man but later leaves the band after being lured away, probably joins again later on)

inspired by lead singer of paramour, he gets two outfits shown bc I love the second one but I think the first is a bit more in brand for the vibe of the group. Is definitely going to be monochrome but have bits of his usual color pallet show up either in the threads and paint or as like a pattern or something. Weapon is probably going to be a mic and paint can just be a punch of music noted or sheet music.

Varus (bass player/ back up guitarist, becomes lead guitarist after Hwei leaves. Did some solo stuff and traveled between a few other groups before being approached to join by Hweii)

deisgn inspired by Andy black from black veil brides (Basically stole his look) and Ronnie from Falling in reverse. Was an ex military dude who fell into music after service, is in his late twenties while the others are in their early twenties so he gives off big older brother energy. Is in a poly relationship with Valmsr and Kai who basically adopt the other members of the band and are down to kill anyone who tries to hurt them. Don’t ask how I’m going to turn his guitar into a bow, it’ll some how happen.

Briar (pianist for a different emo band but is friends with Talon and low key forced him to join bc she knew he was still and emo kid at heart)

is a member of a trio that includes Rell and Jinx ( their designs will be posted as soon as I figure out the fuck I’m going to do with Rell��s armor), she plays keyboard and meet talon either in college and found out about his “emo phase” or was a friend of his in middle school so was their when it happened, either way when she heard about a band looking for a drummer she hoped on board to sign talon up. Is also besties with Alune from heart steel and is the calm one out of the two.

Her pilary is the piano btw, has a lot of spikes and shit, didn’t get around to designing it. Might show up later. Design is just based off goth girls from the 2000s.

[stvaltiel]

for the character ask game— 2 and 3 for jinx and/or ekko arcane?

adrian!! i'll do em both fuck it why not

2.) favorite canon thing about jinx?

how calculated she can be bc i think a lot of ppl tend to see her as like the chaotic mad scientist type which is she is! that's fair! but her ability to bait, lure and trap ppl right where she wants them is impressive

3.) least favorite canon thing about jinx?

how physically affectionate she is with silco bc it's deeply uncomfortable to watch lmao which is the point! but still. don't like it

2.) favorite canon thing about ekko?

how compassionate he is. that boy has every reason to be a supervillain by now and he still goes out of his way to care and provide for others and just generally have hope for the future. i also love his aesthetic it's sick af

3.) least favorite canon thing about ekko?

lowkey he doesn't have enough screen time for me to dislike anything about him but if i had to choose i'd say getting buddy buddy with heimerdinger in the end bc i don't trust that furby as far as i can throw him

send me a character!

[nebuladreamz]

I’m apparently the Ring anon? Yay!

I’m just gonna add that, remember the Jinx vs Ekko Fight?

“Oh, look who it is. The boy savior!”

And that fight interchanging with their childhood memories…

-💍

NO BUT LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE THE FUCKING ANGUISH GREGORY WOULD BE UNDER SEEING HIS BEST FRIEND/SISTER WORKING WITH THE ONE THAT CHANGED HIS LIFE- THEIR LIVES FOR THE WORST AND SHE JUST

WENT MISSING ONE DAY AND HE NEVER THOUGHT TO CHECK THE 'PLEX BECAUSE I'D IMAGINE WHEN HE GOT OUT OF THE PLEX THE FIRST TIME HE TOLD HER NOT TO EVER GO THERE BUT THEN SHE DOES!!!! WHETHER IT'S BECAUSE HE'S THERE OR EVEN BETTER IF SHE WAS LURED THERE BY THE MIMIC!!!!! AND HE'S BEEN SO WORRIED FOR HER!!!!!

And then days go by. Weeks. Months.

Years.

The Pizzaplex reopens or maybe, if we're going by another book detail, he arrives at a new Pizzaplex. Because the one back home is either bulldozed over or torn down- regardless, just basically inhabitable.

And he sees her in the crowd. She's gotten older with him. But something's wrong. She looks like hell, if you squint maybe you can see the little girl she used to be.

But she's changed so much.

Imagine the next game is Gregory as the night guard and trying to find his friend now. The virus has spread to nearly all Fazbear owned entertainment businesses, including the 'Plex that Gregory works at. It's all familiar to him, having to sneak around the animatronics because unlike Vanessa, he can't control them like this.

Imagine we get the night system back, and every night we avoid death just barely while looking for clues, messages, anything if it's related to Cassie.

And then night 3 happens, and he finds her. But not Cassie- he finds the most devoted follower to Glitchtrap. And he knows he has to stop her, but he can't so easily.

Because under the mask she wears, that's Cassie.

[otgwbgyu]

today i called with my friends and it was so funny

at first, lily and i discussed yaoi/BLs 😭 i jokingly said we’re reading spicy yaoi to lure aubrey in and then we started to seriously discuss BLs we can recommend aubrey since she only currently obsesses over 3. 2 of which aren’t canon, and the other is doomed (one dies and it’s one-sided/unrequited.) so we wanted to find her one she can enjoy! we shifted over to ranting abt horrifying ones like jinx and painter of the night where the tops are rapists (seungho has gotten better, but that still doesn’t erase what he did before 💀) then we talked abt lost in the clouds which doesn’t have them raping each other but instead both r traumatized and therefore mentally fucked up so that certainly affects their relationship and the atmosphere of the manhwa! then we talked abt heavens official blessing which is very cute, it has angst, but it’s not rlly problematic from what i’ve been told. ava joined while we were talking and agreed with all of us on r statements on each since shes claimed to have read all of them lol

i had to go but when i came back maiya was there and we started meowing at each other for some reason. i decided to harmonize but apparently i started doing it so quickly after recommending it that it caught maiya off guard and she went into a laughing pit 😭 i love when i make my friends laugh like that. then we got into it and i was the low pitch, maiya was mid tier, and lily was the high pitch. we kept laughing but eventually did it a couple of times, and when ava joined we did it with her too lmaooo

THEN WE DID KARAOKE ANIME AI COVERS. IT COULDN’T BE NORMAL KARAOKE/LYRIC VIDEOS. IT HAD TO BE ANIME AI ONES 😭 ppl struggling to speak korean and spanish was so funny khhhgk maiya gave up and just sang the english translation 😭

i had to leave abruptly tho bc my mom got rlly mad at me for screaming abt chairs haunting me 😓😓

[misfits-of-zaun]

"You got Floaty first?!"

Of fucking course she'd named it Floaty.

Ekko wasn't sure what to make of her bout of unrestrained giggling. On the one hand, it sent a pang of nostalgia through him to hear his old chilhood friend's laughter again. On the other hand, he felt a lot like he was the butt of the joke here - like she was laughing at him - and it made his shoulders tighten up in self-conscious defensiveness.

A caustic retort weighed on his tongue, but before he could snap it out, she patted at his arm.

Outwardly, Ekko didn't react. Inwardly, he felt as though she'd just ripped out his stomach, shaken it thoroughly, and shoved it back in. He gripped his watch more tightly, the leather of his glove creaking under the strength of his clenched fingers.

If he squeezed with every inhale and eased his grip on every exhale for the next 33 breaths, he wouldn't fuck this up.

"Woulda been lucky if Round 1 wasn’t a million miles away, huh?”

Naturally, the capsule Powder chose for herself didn’t do anything stupid, and hit its target in a burst of blue. Ekko narrowed his eyes at her.

"You rigged this, didn’t you?"

With how each capsule was painted individually, it would have been all too easy for her to mark the good ones in a way only she understood, so as to avoid choosing the stupid prank ones. Was she just using the premise of their old game to lure him into a round of humiliation, getting her amusement at his expense?

This was her way of getting even for the beeping clockwork cockroach, wasn't it?

“Nope. Just one Floaty.”

Maybe that was true. But that didn't mean there weren't other equally garbage choices amongst the pile of capsules, just waiting to sabotage his next go, did it?

Inhale, squeeze. Exhale, release.

"You totally lose Round 1. Floaty Curse. It's the rules."

Ekko started to scowl at her, visibly unhappy with this verdict, but his desire to argue the point was overruled as she delivered a consolatory addition to the rules of the game.

"The gooooooooood news is, you get to pick round two."

Grudgingly mollified by this, he sat back and pondered which new challenge he had the best odds of winning for this round. Without any knowledge of what was in the capsules, he was going in completely blind.

Fuck it.

"....Fine. Whatever. Longest time the capsule takes to hit the ground, after you throw it, wins this time."

Ekko scooped up a second capsule, weighed it up in his hand for a moment, then launched it directly upwards as hard as he could, clicking the timer on his watch as he did so (inhale, squeeze, exhale, release.) He was still braced for some kind of detonation, or for Powder to be a fucking liar and another damn parachute to come out.

He wasn't remotely prepared for the high-pitched whistling wheeeeeee noise the capsule made as it sailed through the air, or how it abruptly pitched down into a wobbly whooooooo noise as it lost upwards momentum and started to plummet. The sheer absurdity of the installed sound effects, and how almost human they sounded, pulled a startled bark of laughter from Ekko.

"What the hell?" He was significantly more entertained by this capsule choice. So much so, that he almost forgot to squeeze his watch as he inhaled, almost ruined his count. Speaking of counting - he clicked his timer again the second his capsule hit the ground, breaking apart with a puff of smoke and a ridiculously loud squeal. Well. That certainly was one way to distract your enemies.

"Seventeen seconds," he concluded upon checking the time on his watch. Yeah, okay, that wasn't too bad.

"Beat that."

@just--a--jinx

"Nice watch." ((@just–a–jinx))

Naturally, the change to his routine did not go unnoticed. The simple act of him leaving The Last Drop, alone and unprompted, became a spectacle that everyone seemed compelled to comment on. And for every comment, Ekko was equally compelled to snap back an acerbic retort.

"Where are you going?"

Out.

"You never go out anywhere."

How fucking observant. Being my stalker still won't get you that pay rise.

"Project going that badly, huh?"

Mind your own damn business.

With every exchange, he felt his teeth grinding harder, his shoulders inching higher with acutely self-conscious defensiveness. Why was this being made into such a big deal, anyway? There was no rule against it. He could go out, if he damn well wanted.

He just... didn't usually want to.

Now he was remembering why.

The streets were an assault on his senses - bright neon lights, loud bustling crowds, sickly incense mixed with stale sweat and a clashing cocktail of different food smells from competing stalls. Working girls waving and cooing and trying to catch any wandering eye, merchants hollering for attention and coralling any prospective prey to launch into their sales pitch. Hungry shadows flitting through the throng of people like sharks, seeking unwary pockets to pick. A veneer of vibrant colour and novelty and hedonistic temptation over a dark, dangerous cesspit.

Ekko flinched away from the cacophony of it all, and took to the rooftops. Followed the old routes he'd once known like the back of his hand. The muscle memory was still there, even if the company he'd used to climb with was not.

By the time he'd reached the looming skeleton that remained of Old Hungry - a decrepit shell of a clocktower, long past any serviceable use - a strange, seething feeling had started up under Ekko's skin. He felt twitchy, oddly on edge, as he began to climb on autopilot. Higher. Higher. Past his old perch, which had once been a boasting point. Past the foothold where Mylo had slipped and nearly broken his neck. Past the broken window where Claggor had settled, challenging Vi to try to do better. Past the spire where Vi had done better. Leaving all the ghosts behind.

Static gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, as he took a seat with his back against the clock face, surveying the world below. It was quiet at the top of Old Hungry. Too quiet.

There was no sign of Powder.

With a restless flick of his wrist, Ekko checked the time - nine bells, over an hour after the night markets had opened. Swung his watch down by the chain, then rolled it back into his hand. Release, catch, release. He shouldn't have come out here. This had been a stupid idea. Was that the thrum of a hoverboard?

"Nice watch."

He didn't flinch at the sound of Powder's voice, sudden and close. He didn't react at all, except to slowly turn his head in her direction. His expression was reticent, almost somber, with a tentative little quirk at the corner of his mouth as he drank in the sight of her.

"...You showed up." His voice was mildly surprised, and cautiously pleased.

"Y'know, I'd forgotten about this place. Kind of a shithole, isn't it?"

@just--a--jinx

[gay4tiddies]

Painted hearts

Part 4

This is part four of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just around where series main plot begins

It was unmistakable. Utterly, insanely impossible – yet undeniably apparent.

Glowing, azure blue magic wept a thin stream down your wrist, patterning the floor and staining the pale fingers clutching you. Almost as if magnetised, the pooling liquid moved, trailing slowly, insistently towards the left – reaching out for the sparking Hextech like a drone returning to its’ hive.

Momentarily, you were awestruck. Unhurriedly captivated by the sheer, unfeasible events happening to you one after another. It was apparent that you weren’t dreaming, that in fact some other worldly force had plucked you from reality. Having thoughtlessly thrown you into your currently situation, it had even decided to fill your bloodstream with the destructive substance which ultimately ruined lives across the plotline.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

This was the sort of situation you would mundanely fantasise about, an escapism, a guilty pleasure, anything to distract yourself from a bland reality. However, you were already beginning to crave that reality you had taken for granted, heart quickening as you eye the grinning, giddy woman hunched over you.

She’d been biting her bottom lip, apparent in the notable puffiness and slight indents, perhaps out of habit – another destructive one at that. Fascination painted her features, capricious excitement setting her eyes alight with the rush of achievement and the lure of knowledge. It was almost child-like, the uninhibited delirium of intrigue she now directed towards the very person that she had readily held at gun point a matter of minutes ago.

Her eyes dart to-and-fro delightedly, frantically fixated upon the blood at her fingertips, glancing occasionally to meet your gaze, her lips would part as if to excitedly exclaim something, before exhaling dejectedly and presently resuming her intent inspection of your wound.

You honestly did not know quite what to make of her at this point. You felt as if you had been trapped in a game of cat and mouse, a game dictated by just how long the mouse can entertain the cat, before the feline snuffs out the powerless creatures’ life out of sheer boredom. Yet, as much as you wish to deny it, sympathy clouds your view and somehow you cannot help but feel pity – an aching pity towards the woman you had watched repeatedly fall apart through a screen. The child wracked with episodes across her early childhood; the desperate girl who believed she had been abandoned; the broken juvenile tormented with guilt and denial; the shattered woman, a barely recognisable, jagged, grotesque painting of the child.

At the same time as this you were exhausted, entering into the disgusting aftermath of your earlier high, unexplainably hungry, as well as being in no mindset to filter your backhanded comments. Sarcasm and harsh humour were generally two of your pillar strengths, however that was only when dealing with tolerant friends, unarmed drunkards, and law-abiding citizens – not a socially inept pyromaniac with some sort of sister complex.

Perhaps you could tell her this was all one huge, meaningless misunderstanding… That she was in fact the one who was dreaming - that she had been correct in assuming your being an illusion created by her own psychosis. Oh, but who were you kidding, this woman is far too smart for her own good. Thereby, there is no way you can escape this situation without leaving looking like a Swiss cheese.

Hesitantly, you reach out for her hand, eager to push her insistent touch away from you. Yet this is seemingly taken as an invitation, as in a swift and fluid motion, Jinx’s cold fingers are tightly entwining your own.

“Well, ain’t ya just something eh, toots?” She’d whisper, her breath fanning over your face makes you shiver. Her thumbs absently tap against the back of your palms as her lips curve into a conniving grin.

“Bet ya think you’re real special now…”

You swallow dryly, watching as her grin fades into a vacant grimace.

“Making that grand entrance-“

You’d crawled through her explosive garbage and made a fool of yourself.

“Lying to my face-“

Which she had clearly saw through every time.

“Showing off my shiny new asset-“

You certainly didn’t show her willingly, besides you very much disliked her apparent ownership of your internal lightshow.

And hold on a moment… is she gaslighting you or complimenting you?

“And you owe it all to me!”

You’d yelp in surprise as you were instantaneously yanked to your feet, now desperately clasping the hands woven around yours as you are abruptly swung into wild, feverish circles. Blue braids danced in your vision as the world around you spun, the only thing you were capable of focusing on being the beaming woman birling alongside you. She was giggling, occasionally throwing her head back in a spout of uncontrolled laughter. You wrinkled your nose in distaste at the spittle which flew from her open mouth.

Fuck.

You can barely even register which part of the fan you were now on, adrenaline spiking through you at the wracking peril. For all you knew, the two of you could be waltzing mere centimetres from the fan edge – not that the woman opposite you cared. Despite her size, the shorter woman had an iron-tight grip upon your hands, alongside enough momentum to swing you both into an early death.

Feeling your knees almost give in, you begin to sense that distinctive queasiness that comes hand in hand with the combination of illegal substances, physical exhaustion and far too many circles. Swallowing whatever your body was threatening to regurgitate, you flash a serious expression towards the insouciant individual locked to your side.

She’d tilt her head to the side, ceasing her incessant laughter and settling for a wry smirk.

“Ya lookin’ a tad pale glowstick, all that power gone to ya head?”

Gritting your teeth, you shake your head, feeling too much mistrust towards your churning stomach to risk speaking.

To this silent response Jinx appears irritated, her forehead creasing ever so slightly. The spinning began to slow.

It was disorientating, loosing speed. Your vision felt like it would never stop spinning, your organs seemingly still caught, trapped in the nauseating loop. You had barely even registered how you had ceased movement completely, until a sharp breeze wavered against your exposed back.

Your heels felt a ledge, or rather the lack of a ledge.

Jinx clicked her tongue impatiently.

“You know, if ya don’t like it… I could always just, y’know- take it away.”

Oh, you did not like where this was going.

Batting her eyelids innocently as a doe would, Jinx’s mimicked purity was hardly believable, the corners of her lips twitching in a barely masked smirk.

“After all- you’re just a vessel of sorts.”

At this, you begin to feel genuine fear. Fear because this time you knew she wasn’t merely jesting - this woman would genuinely kill you unless she’s kept satisfied.

You open your mouth to answer but are suddenly jerked backwards, feeling the release of your left hand as you’re dangled above the deafeningly dark drop beneath you. Adrenaline deafens you and you swear you can feel your every heartbeat in this moment.

“What are you doing!” You’d exclaim in alarm, frozen-still by the weightless, despairing feeling.

Jinx, however, didn’t hear a word.

Your panicked gaze settles upon her own left hand, moving sharply through the air at her side, as if to swat away a fly. Noting her lips moving in silent, furious conversation, you become conscious of just who the woman is arguing with. Frustration prickles your conscious, your impatience towards her spontaneous mannerisms spiking.

Gripping her right hand, you barely manage to pull your left side back onto the ledge. The blaring adrenaline rush quietens, and you begin to catch cuttings of occasional phrases she’d hiss to her left. Who are you to tell me what to do? ---I can handle this- I’m not weak---… shut up Mylo.

Exhaling shakily, you decide in this moment to take measures into your own hands, boldly outstretching your loose arm.

“Apologies for interrupting- but you’re supposed to be bargaining with me right now.”

Bewildered, indignant azure eyes anchor to your own, her free hand moving smoothly to graze the fingers now holding her chin firmly in place.

You chose your next words carefully, as to retain her focus upon you.

“You’re suggesting that you don’t necessarily need me be kept alive to use this… asset.”

An unsure grin now marks her features, she’d hum in response, curiosity beginning to weave its way across her expression yet again.

You wet your lips.

“Well, I’m suggesting an alternate method. A method in which I keep my life and you gain something more than just an asset.”

Her eyebrows raise at this, which ushers you to continue.

“You’ll gain an ally… an affiliate to willingly participate in your research, perhaps even in finding further results.”

Silence.

“And what if there aren’t any results? What’ll you do then?”

Her fingers now move from your hand at her chin, ghosting your cheek in slow strokes.

“I- oh-“

Your hand darts back to cover your mouth, another wave of nausea striking you. Hands assist in lowering you to your knees with a surprising gentleness. As your mind begins to cloud, continuing the conversation becomes a side thought as you now fight to remain conscious. You don’t even have the energy to brush away the fingers now combing through your hair.

“Y’know I never caught your name toots, you gonna tell me?”

“My name?”  You blink harshly, pressing a hand to your aching temple as you decipher the simple question.

“[Y/n]… my name is [Y/n] [L/n].”

You truly feel your consciousness fading, barely registering the heavy, cerulean braid lightly grazing your cheek. You don’t hear her response, as it falls upon deaf ears, the scent of gunpowder and treacle pull you into the tight embrace of a comatose sleep.

Oml sorry this took so long, I was almost done then the UK heatwave happened whilst i was moving flats. 🤷‍♀️

Not spell checked because I’m tired.

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[caspercryptid]

Maybe Ezreal finds a dumpster baby, too? That could go, er, places

It did! it did go places. Um, what's the ship name for Ezreal and Jinx? EzJinx? Whatever! Ever wanted to see Jinx with a baby? Apparently that's what we're doing tonight. Thanks for the prompt. (actually not that shippy, just. Ezreal & Jinx and the baby makes three) __ In hindsight, Ezreal's had better ideas than following the sound of a baby screaming into a dark alleyway.

Like, well. Objectively that was just not a good plan. People played baby crying tapes to lure people places sometimes! It had definitely happened. He’d heard stories. Sure it hadn’t happened to anyone he knew, but a shopkeeper’s mom’s... cousin’s... whatever. Anyway, it didn’t matter, because Ezreal could get himself out of just about any scrape or difficult situation.

Any....scrape or difficult situation. Besides. This one.

Because it’s not a tape or a demon imitating a baby’s voice. It’s... a baby. It’s just a baby.

Fuck.

And he scoops it into his arms, trying to remember how to hold babies— support the head? He’s pretty sure you put your arm behind the baby’s head, that’s the thing, that’s it. Support the neck because they have disproportionately big little heads.

He doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do, so he just sits down on the ground. It’s a rough day in Zaun— the gray is particularly heavy today, the air quality is bad, and he should really call someone about...baby sized rebreathers. Except they might be used to it, huh? Is that how it works? Is the baby’s little lungs stronger? ....well. Small problem.

He tries to do the math on how this happened. If he was any deeper in Zaun he might be... well. Actually, he’d be more sure someone was planning on coming back for a baby in the sump. This was a baby wrapped in a pretty nice blanket, ditched on the promenade level, where Pilties came to unwind. So. He didn’t really like the math on that.

He was going to go below, keep heading down to the sump, down to Osha Va’zaun and the old city ruins, but that doesn’t feel like what he should do now. There’s an orphanage down there, too, but he doesn’t really feel like that’s where he should go, either. This kid wasn’t a zaunite, and the gray.... Well. Maybe back to baby sized breathing apparatuses—

“Whatcha doin?”

He almost jumps a foot, has to force himself not to instinctually teleport. Don’t drop the fucking baby, christ.

He looks up, lets out a sigh of relief at the familiar face.

“Oh, hey Jinx.” he says, and then his brain catches up, and he pauses. “—Hey, jinx.” he repeats, more warily. “You already said that.” She tells him, hopping down from the top of a wall above the alley to the stones. “Whatcha got there?”

“A blanket.” Ezreal informs her, and then the baby starts to cry, and he winces, bouncing them a little. “Hey, hey, no,” he coos, “No I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it! You’re not a blanket. You are so much better than a blanket.”

“—huh.” Jinx says, wandering up closer. “Is it yours?”

Ezreal shrugs. “It is now.” he says. “Finders keepers.”

Jinx eyes him, expression inscrutable— like maybe she’s listening to someone else inside her head, not here, and Ezreal swallows, because usually that look is an immediate prelude to fairly extreme violence, but she just says—

“It’s pretty. Boy or girl or are you gonna wait till it’s old enough to tell you?”

“—uh. Is that last one an option?”

Jinx shrugs. “Everything’s an option. Can I hold it?”

Now it’s Ezreal’s turn to eye Jinx, but she just rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not gonna steal your baby, Blondie, you’re on diaper duty.”

“Shit.” Ezreal says.

“Yeah, that.”

“No I mean— urrrggh. I don’t know how to change a diaper.”

“You’ll figure it out, it can’t be that hard. Come on, lemme. I’ll be careful.”

“Have you ever been careful?” Ezreal asks, eyeing her.

“I steal shit too, y’know.” JInx points out. “And manage not to break any more stuff than you do. Come on. No breaking the baby. Lemme hold the itty witty baby boo.”

“Well, when you say it like that.” Ezreal says, and moves to hand the baby over.

He doesn’t realize until he’s in Jinx’s space, setting the baby in her arms, that he’s completely forgotten to hit on her. He pokes around his brain idly for a line, and then the baby cries a little, and suddenly it seems....less important, somehow.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He says, holding out a finger, leaning into Jinx’s space as she cradles the baby, and they wrap a tiny little hand around his finger.

“—We should name her.” Ezreal says, not even thinking about the plural. “Any ideas? I’m— a genius, of course, and I could probably... come up with. Something.”

Jinx hums, thoughtful. “Why don’t you call them Jay?” she says. “You can tell Jayce you named your baby after him. But like— without the boy name.” She pauses. “—or you could go like, Zap or Chompers or—”

“Jay.” Ezreal repeats. “Yeah, that’s— that’s cool.”

He looks at Jinx, really looks, registers the way that she’s holding the baby carefully, her attention focused down. She looks distracted, she always does, but there’s something soft and careful there, too. Ezreal remembers, involuntarily, that Jinx was an orphan too.

“—Do you have any toys that don’t explode?” he asks, and Jinx grinned.

“You are sooo boring, blondie. But let's go see!”

Ezreal reflects, as he falls in beside her, that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. After all, he was some kind of genius, he’d figure it out.

...and when that failed, he’d make Jayce change diapers.

[nautiscarader]

Billythesquid writes: Jinx is a hero now, but she still likes to break the law. Instead of shoplifting or vandalism, she’s settled on public nudity, going streaking after hours when the crowds are gone. She argues it’s a victimless crime, but Cyborg still chases her down. Somehow the punishment never stops her again… CyJinx, SPANCK

(I changed the order to accomodate the story. also fuck you tumblr for eating this post once, I had to retype it sdsdxcvsdaSAdaaqA)

S - Strip - What goes underneath their clothes?

Cyborg watched as his girlfriend twirled on the now-empty plaza, slowly undoing her clothes… though in her defence there was very little for her to undo. Once her blouse and skirt were gone, the street lamps shone lights onto her bare body, much to his delight.

N - Nature - Have they ever thought about having sex outside, or doing other inappropriate things there?

And once she caught the glimpse of her only watcher, she made him follow her to an equally empty park, where she stopped leaning against a tree, exposing herself amongst the trees and bushes, a natural part of an old ritual, only strengthened by her nudity and connection to the nature. And when she saw uncertainty in his eyes, followed by cautious look around, she knew has done it.

A - Acrobatics - How bendy can they get in bed? What is their favourite position?

clinging to a branch over her head, Jinx's body bent and twisted underneath Cyborg's ruthless fucking. Her legs coiled around his body, as she praised him and his physical prowess. And even when she collapsed onto nearby table, his cock's pneumatic,. flexible extensions filled her up again, n o matter what position she would find herself in, driving her to her second, third, fourth climax…

C - Control - How dominant they are? Who is more dominant?

With magic and her sex-appeal to her disposal, usually it was Jinx who would call the shots, easily controlling her golem of a boyfriend with a single word. But on occasions like these, she had to give in to the power of the machine, as Cyborg's cock pumped her with relentless mechanical precision, driving her to her edge time after time. And it was the knowledge he could do that effectively forever that made her give up and proclaim he has claimed her, finally making him pump her full of his cum.

P - Protection/Procreation - How careful are they? Have they had any accidents? How eager are they to start a family?

Jinx knew more than well hexes to manipulate probability, and she often used her to ensure their private life won't end in an accident. Cyborg was used by now to seeing protective womb runes, spanning across her underbelly… though he was too tired to notice any difference in the contours she wore.

Because tonight, on the shortest night of the year, under the full moon, Jinx decided to perform an old ritual, strolling naked amongst the nature, and lure her lover to plant his seed in her now extremely fertile womb that soon would become even fuller than it already was.

She gave her lover a kiss and let him "escort" her back to the tower when she would be further "punished" for her crimes.

[malicious-spectrum]

Ok, so!!

(Also expect some art of this, soon. I love this au!!)

Basically, Psyche, Risk, & Lin all like human stuff & yoink stuff off shipwrecks. Psyche leads, Risk’s lookout, & Lin’s backup. They all have this cool secret hideout club where they put all the human stuff.

One day, they get in a scuffle with a shark & their respective parents (ESPECIALLY King Leo) are PISSED that they snuck out & got hurt. & get grounded. Except for Lin, his parents don’t care. Sooo Leo appoints the boyo to… make sure Prince Psyche doesn’t get in trouble. Or else. :)

Needless to say, Lin tries his hardest until HOLY SHIP THATS A SHIP. The twins’ ship that is! Their mom is a dreaded pirate, but they managed to escape by stealing a pretty beat up one from the harbor. Blah blah blah, the storm happens, & The merdudes save the twins.

The green idiots are like “wow those guys are cool. We should go look for them.” “Shouldn’t we be focused on HIDING FROM LAW ENFORCEMENT and STEALING A NEW SHIP??” “Y e s”

Then it all goes to shit on the merdudes side bc Risk ratted them out to Leo. &… Accidentally got the cool secret club destroyed. :(

I should probably say that King Leo doesn’t like humans bc his wife was human, but the other people in her village killed her once they found out bc a certain mermaid (Red)’s been luring & killing their fishermen. Yeah so they thought Red was Leo. But he doesn’t know this & thought that it was the humans fault for being shitty to the “one exemption”.

Red & Jinx have been spying on this for Onyx, & offer to help all three by taking them to Onyx. Psyche refuses at first, saying that his dad told him that Onyx is a shady little shit who commited underwater arson, but Red tells him that Red didn’t want to do that in the first place, & was forced to bc of a contract she didn’t read the fine print on. So Psyche goes too I guess.

Cue Onyx. It’s Onyx, not much I can say besides “ohhhhh you’re alll soo saaaad ofc I’ll help you poor unfortunate soullssss :((( fuckin idiots…”

“The deal’s basically: you three get legs (at the cost of one of the 5 main senses for each of you) but if you manage to get the twins a new boat ya stay human. Otherwise, ya have the same fate as these two bozos.”

Then Red offers to sabotage help the trio, Onyx reluctantly agrees to keep the facade up, & thus they’re now on land.

Psyche loses his sight, Lin loses his hearing, Risk loses her taste (everything just tastes rotten), & Red, who’s already lost touch (she’s numb to pain & temperature), loses her sense of smell.

They eventually find the twins, who’re dumb as bricks, so they don’t recognize Psyche & Lin at first but Psyche points it out immediately. Then they question how Psyche was able to swim to shore when he’s blind…. Easy. Risk helped.

Then cue a silly “escape from the authorities” sequence, said coppers turning their attention to the pirate crew in black cloaks stealing stuff afterwards.

The main group finds a broken-down ship, &… It should take about 3 days to fix! Perfect! Except Red keeps “accidentally” breaking materials.

They all bond, having a small celebration on the night of the second day. They joke around about becoming pirates that get rid of evil pirates & take over their ships! & eventually the jokes became an actual offer to the mer-quadrio. The original trio agrees immediately, but Red’s… a bit hesitant. But shrugs & agrees.

Later, she’s pulled aside by a spying Jinx saying “hey, Onyx wants to know how the plan’s going.” & Red responding “lol they’ll never finish it in time. :)”

Guess fucking what

They were able to almost finish it in time before Red makes it all go go shit & destroys the ship. Then sunset happens… All four turn out to be merpeople, the twins are…. Pretty stoked about this ngl. They think the tails are pretty. :)

But then Jinx & Onyx appear, Onyx yoinks the good trio back underwater… King Leo bargains for the kids… Onyx wants the Trident, Leo agrees, Onyx starts sending a Tsunami onto the city on the surface…

The twins save as many people as they can, grab a ship, & Mint tries to pull THIS

Onyx just casually,, peaces out from this shit au & gives its Admin Perms to Mint. She passes out, Ditt takes her back to shore, Red & Jinx are defeated by the mer-trio, & yahoo the day is saved!

Leo apologizes, Red & Jinx are freed (NOT FROM SUPERHELL-PRISON THAT IS), & thanks Mint & Ditt for their help. Unfortunately, Mint now seems to be the host to Onyx’s powers, BUT, it looks like she can USE those powers for GOOD!! (THAT’S RIGHT. ONYX DOESNT BOTHER MINT ANYMORE IN THIS AU. MINT JUST GETS TO BE A SILLY WITCH BITCH)

With the help of Leo, Mint manages to make it so the whole group can be on land AND in water! However, Leo doesn’t want to be a bad dad & leave these children (one of which now having the powers of the Catwitch… or… Catfish Witch? Idk) alone on a ship. So he hands his crown down to his friend, Azure, & is now Co-Captain Leander of the Mermeta Pirates!

Finally watching the live action little mermaid (haven’t finished it but it’s. Ok I guess. Poor Unfortunate Souls was good.)

Anyways THINKING OF A LITTLE MERMAID AU WHERE ITS LIKE,, PLATONIC/FAMILIAL LOVE INSTEAD OF ACTUAL LOVE

Psyche as Ariel (stealing KH’s thing where the bois (just unfortunately Sora :( ) have shark tail-esque designs. Psy’s a Dogfush Shark!!)

Lin as Sebastian (His tail looks like a Lemon Shark’s)

Risk as Flounder (Her tail looks like the royal gramma, but it does have a few stitches here & there.)

Onyx as Ursula (looks the exact fucking same as its nekomata form, but the two tails have silly little fins, & it has floatie things on the front legs.)

Red & Jinx as Flotsam & Jetsam (Black oil-like goo covers their original tails, with chains made of said goo holding them down.)

Mint & Ditt sharing Eric’s role, I guess. (SILLY LITTLE SAILOR UNIFORMSSSSS!!!)

Leander as Triton (Whale Shark tail >:) )

My basic story idea’s going in a reblog bc this is getting too long!!!

[rebelwrites]

OPERATION: Find The Kids!

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A/N okay so I saw a TikTok yesterday and this gave me the idea for the chaotic fic you are about to read. Seven tier one navy seals looking after four kids. What could go wrong? So I give you nearly 2k words of utter chaos. Trying to keep track of what 11 people are doing is stressful 😂

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This Months Writing

Sipping on your coffee, you ran your hand over your face as you try to finish off the paperwork from the last deployment. You tried to get this done in your home office but it was no good when your house was used as base when the boys were home. Or as Metal kept putting it “the home of Bravo” but it did make your life easier meaning you didn’t have to worry about finding a sitter at short notice as you had at least one of the boys crashing at yours for whatever reason.

And at the moment it was a godsend, especially as you were looking after your Brother’s triplets whilst he was going through the divorce. But having four kids under the age of 7 in the house was chaos, but you lived around big kids all the time so you could just about cope.

“Guys, someone has to take the boss some coffee,” Clay said, as he placed the plate of toast in the middle of the kitchen table. “And to swipe the walkies.”

Everyone fell silent. That silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Oh hell no,” Sonny said, breaking the silence. “You know how she gets when she’s doing the reports. And it was your idea Blondielocks, so you should do it.”

“No way,” Clay exclaimed, “I value my life thank you. “

“Guys let’s settle this like adults,” Metal said, with a serious look on his face. “Rock, paper, scissors. We go around the group and do it as a knock out style thing and whoever is left standing has to take the boss some coffee and swipe the walkies.”

So that's how it was decided that Sonny was the one to go into the lion's den, armed with coffee and breakfast to hopefully make things go smoothly.

“Quinn, I see you.” You said not looking away from your screen.

“How the fuck?” He muttered, “I swear you have eyes in the back of your head.”

“You have to when you look after children,” you laughed, “now I’m busy so what do you want?”

“We know you left without breakfast so I thought I’d bring you some,” he shrugged, placing the food and coffee on the table.

“I don’t buy it,” you said, raising your brow at him. “You are up to something.”

“Nope, just bringing the boss coffee.” He grinned, he had already swiped the walkies and needed to get out of here. “You have a good day, and don’t worry about anything, we have it all under control.”

“That’s what makes me worry Quinn,” you glared. “Just don’t burn my house down and don’t lose a child. That’s all I ask.”

“Hard copy, boss.” He nodded before leaving the room.

“Mission success boys,” Sonny shouted walking back into the house, “Oh and final words from the boss were don't set the house on fire and don’t lose a child but she had no idea I swiped the walkies.”

“Well then, time to gear up boys,” Jase said, slapping his legs as he stood up. “Kids have requested we wear our camo bottoms so hurry up we head out at 0900.”

Twenty minutes had passed and everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Right, let's just run through this one more time,” Clay said looking at the list on his phone.

“First aid kit”

“Check”

“Snacks”

“Check”

“Drinks”

“Check”

“Sun cream”

“Check”

“Kids dressed”

“Check”

“All walkies on the same station”

“Check”

“Well boys I think we are ready,” Trent nodded, “So Brock has Cerb and Pepper, I’ve got the bag, so the rest of you get to keep an eye on the kids.”

Your daughter, Riley instantly clung onto Clay like a koala bear, your nephew Joey gravitated to Metal, Sonny scooped up your niece, Amber and Ray took your other Niece, Lola.

“Let’s hit the park,” Jase nodded, leading everyone out the house.

“What could go wrong,” Sonny laughed. “It’s not like we are gonna lose any of them. There’s four of them and seven of us.”

“Don’t say that, you idiot,” Metal said, hitting Sonny around the back of the head. “Don't jinx things, now If things go south it’s your fault.”

“Anyone got have eyes on HVT one?” Jase asked down the walkie, as he scanned the park.

“HVT one is south moving toward the tyre swing,” Metal replied, “I’ve lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I’ve got eyes on HVT two, she is in need of refilling. Lure her back to base Three,” Clay said, as he squinted from the sun.

“Copy six,” Sonny called, as he calmly headed for Amber, who thought this was the best game in the world as her Uncle Sonny chased her. “HVT two inbound,”

“My eyes are peeled,” Jase laughed, as he spotted Amber running towards him.

“For the love of god don’t forget the suncream.” Ray responded.

“Copy that,” Jase said, routing around the bag for supplies. He literally only took his eyes off her for two seconds but by the time he looked up she was gone. “All call signs I have lost eyes on HVT two. I repeat I have lost eyes on HVT two.”

“I don’t have HVT three or four,” Brock sighed “They just vanished.”

“Is HVT one still at the tyre swing?” Ray asked.

“Fuck, she’s gone to.” Metal cursed.

“Guys we fucked up, boss is gonna kill us if we don’t come home with a full head count.” Ray breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Three you know this is your fault,” Metal growled.

“How is it my fault?” Sonny snapped. “You're the one meant to be watching HVT One.”

“You jinxed things, idiot,” Metal huffed, “Told you this would happen.”

“Guys, stop fighting,” Jase sighed, “Look just everyone reconvene at base and we put a plan together, they can’t have gone far.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew Sonny was up to something when he came in this morning but the big idiot forgot to pick up all the walkies meaning you could hear everything.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you messed with the station trying to get a clearer sound. You wanted to see how this would play out, they all sounded pretty panicked but they should be. One of the rules was they could do whatever, go wherever but just don’t lose anyone.

“You okay Y/L/N?” Eric asked coming into the briefing room with some fresh coffee.

“Define okay when the boys are looking after the tribe today, Sonny managed to swipe the walkies and now somehow they have managed to lose all four kids at the park,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well at least they had the sense to get the walkies I suppose,” Eric laughed, “you know they will have a full head count by the end of the day, they won’t leave until they do.”

“I know,” you laughed, “but I’m gonna get them back.”

“How the fuck have we managed to lose four kids,” Clay said running his hand over his face. “I don’t get it,”

“Because children like to fucking run off,” Jase snapped. “Look, we don’t need to go into how it happened, it happened. Let’s just work the problem and get these kids back before we all get brutally killed. Operation find the kids is a go.”

“Riley likes water right?” Trent asked.

“Yeah, she’s a proper water baby, why do you ask?” Clay questioned.

“She might have gone towards the lake.” Trent nodded.

“Right, Clay and Brock head to the lake and try to get Riley. We all know you are her favourite Uncle Clay so she might actually come back to you.” Ray said, making a call. “We divide and conquer boys.”

“Copy,” Brock and Clay nodded, before running off in the direction of the lake.

“What about Joey?” Trent asked.

“The woods definitely,” Jase nodded.

“I’m on it,” Metal nodded before disappearing.

“Okay so that leaves Amber and Lola.” Jase said.

“Fuck I have no idea,” Ray sighed. “They are both so quiet.”

“We are just gonna have to split up.” Sonny said, “we will find them.”

Two hours had passed and everyone apart from Brock and Clay were back at base. Three out of the four kids had been located and now sitting on the grass with Metal eatting some cookies.

“I’m gonna need a medic,” Clay said, his voice full of panic and cry’s could be heard in the background.

“How far out are you?” Jase replied.

“About 5 mikes,” Brock replied.

Clay looked down at Riley in his arms, she was screaming and the tears kept coming.

“Hey Riley-roo, it’s okay, Uncle Clay has got you. You are gonna be okay.” Clay cooed trying to calm down his god daughter.

“What’s the sitrep?” Trent asked.

“Not sure if it’s a broken wrist or just a sprain. She fell pretty hard on it whilst running.” Clay sighed down the walkie. “It’s official boys, we are dead meat when the boss gets home.”

The house was quiet when you got home, far too quiet. The only sound was the hum from the TV but even that was on low volume. Quickly glancing in the kitchen you rolled your eyes at the state of it. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There were plates and mugs everywhere along with McDonald’s discarded wrappers.

Quietly you walked into the living room to see all the kids awake and all the boys fast asleep on the sofas. Riley was tucked under Clay’s arms, Joey was laying across Metal and Brock, Amber was sat in between Jase’s legs and Lola was tucked under Ray’s arms.

“Mummy” Riley grinned as she saw you. “Look what I got,” she giggled, waving her casted wrist in the air.

“What happened baby?” You asked, crouching down to her level.

“I tripped and broke my wrist.” She pouted, “But Uncle Clay took me to the hospital.”

“Well it looks like you all wore your Uncles out today,” you laughed, “but just cover your ears for me kiddos.”

Once they all covered their ears with their hands, you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Wake up you lazy shits!” You shouted, startling them all awake. “Did we have a good day?” You asked playing dumb.

“Yeah it was amazing,” Jase nodded. “We went to the park.”

“So you did lose any of the kids?” You asked, placing your hand on your hip.

“Nope,” Clay said, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Well can someone explain this?” You said, pressing play on the recording.

The whole room fell quiet as they heard the conversation playback from early.

“So wanna change your answer boys?” You glared. “I only have two rules and you fucking broke one of them. And my daughter has a bloody broken arm!”

“Sorry, boss.” Sonny mumbled, not making eye contact.

“You better be you idiots,” you laughed, “At least you came home with a full head count. Now Clay move, you are in my seat.”

Once Clay had moved, you settled down in your spot.

“Oh and another thing, I’ve had a long ass day typing up all the incident reports from J-Bad, I swear your band list gets longer each deployment,” you laughed, “but I’m not happy about the state of my kitchen so you can all get in there and sort it out.”

“Yes, boss.” They all said, making you smirk. Not many people could make Bravo team sulk off with their tail between their legs but you could and it always made you laugh.

“And someone make me a bloody coffee, because I am not moving off this sofa for the rest of the night”

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[racfoam]

I just got like... A horrible, angst-filled oneshot idea. (Because I've been watching Robert Pattinson interviews for Batman and then I started thinking Adult Cedric)

Soulmate AU, Harry and Voldemort are still soulmates. One thing. Voldemort does not come back in 4th year. None of the conspiracy things happen. Cedric does not die. They win the tournament and share the winnings and continue dating. Cedric and Harry get married when Harry is 21.

At 21, Harry is an Auror and gets lured to Little Whinging trying to track down Voldemort to get rid of him for good (of course she goes alone because she's impulsive like that), there are Anti-Disapparition Jinx on the graveyard so Harry can't Disapparate. Voldemort returns. He is fucking furious. Rips Harry's wedding ring off. Same stuff happens, but there are definitely a few different things.

The wedding ring can be activated as a Portkey with an incantation so Harry gets it after the duel, and lands in her house with Cedric. She thinks of leaving Cedric for his own safety (Cedric doesn't know Voldemort is Harry's soulmate, just that she didn't choose her soulmate to be with) AND CUE THE ANGST TRAIN.

[ashesandhackles]

More of where Snack came from

This is what happens when you discuss narrative parallels between them and end up creating scenes during the conversation. @thedreamermusing wrote the Sirius parts, while I wrote the Snape ones.

Here is a little AU, where Sirius lives at the end of Order of Phoenix.

When Sirius sees Lily's patronus--beautiful and graceful and almost forgotten in the years in Azkaban -- landing in the kitchen of Grimmauld place, he's mystified, remembering when James saw it for the first time. 'We're made for each other,' he'd said, spinning Lily around in his arms. Sirius reverently reaches out an arm to touch it. And then---'Black,' a silky voice made of grease and cold water says. 'Your godson is of the opinion that you aren't uselessly hiding away in your mother's house and somehow thinks that you're with the Dark Lord. Do try to prove him wrong and stay where you are.' As the patronus fades away, the only thought left in Sirius's mind is 'Motherfucker'.

..

Snape always wondered if his life was an elaborate joke. It was humiliating enough, revealing his Patronus to Black, of all people. He was dreading stepping foot in the house. It was amazing - how showing that vulnerable part of himself, that part he asked Dumbledore to swear no one must know, makes him feel like a teenager again. Powerless. Anxious. Twitchy. This is all the fault of that stupid boy - if he didn't prize that connection of his, if he had heeded what was said, he would not have been in this position. It's only luck that no one got killed for his stupidity. Luck favours everyone but him, apparently.

To Snape's horror, he was early at the headquarters. Black was sitting at the long table, reading a letter. He stilled when he entered. "Snape" Black acknowledged gruffly, without looking up. He didn't deign to respond. It was a trap - whatever it was. He wondered when that ridiculous woman would come and knock over the umbrella, so that the entire house is filled with Black's delightful mother's shrieks. There was an uncomfortable silence, broken by Black looking up at him. "So....Evans?"

Snape's insides were glacial. Don't react, don't react, don't react. He used her maiden name to get a rise out of you .. lull you into a false sense of security...

It seemed that Black was amused by his inability to respond. This made him angry. "Well, it turns out I no longer doubt your alliegances" he continued. "So what's in it for you Snivellus? Revenge?"

Snape raised his eyebrows. "Spare me your curiosity. You know as well as I do that I have no inclination to chat with you". "But I want to chat with you" Black smirked. "You see, I want to make sense of this". Snape reached for the handle of his wand instinctively. "Contrary to whatever you may believe, Black, you are not entitled to any answers and certainly not from me".

"When did you turn spy?" Black asked abruptly. "Were you the one who told Dumbledore that there was someone close to us who had betrayed us?"

Snape said nothing. He would give nothing to Black, no information about that hideous year spent fearing for her life and his own, tangled in loyalties he knew not where. "I am going to take that as a yes" Black said, his grey eyes boring into him. "Why did you do it? What really made you turn?"

"Shut up" he hissed, finally drawing his wand and flicking it into his most useful spell, Langlock. No one can know. No one, he remembered telling Dumbledore.

Black stopped speaking as his tongue got stuck to the roof of his mouth. He looked furious as he whipped out his own wand. The Order filed in just then - all looking unsurprised to see them both pointing their wands at each other. "Sirius, please" the werewolf implored. Black looked up at him angrily, but his jinx rendered him unable to say whatever was on his mind.

For the first time since he stepped into the house, the anxiety in Snape's chest eased a bit. He still had power. He was no longer that young boy - no longer. "Unfortunately for us, Black wouldn't be gracing us with his remarkable wit today," he said, stuffing his own wand back into his robes. The werewolf glared at him. He sneered. "It's quite alright, not like he has been upto anything useful recently - apart from not getting lured into the Ministry to run after his idiot of a godson. And we don't want endless reminisces of that, do we?"

..

'Fucking Snivellus,' Sirius thought furiously, hardly listening to the Order meeting. It burned--burned him to think he owed his and Harry's life to the greasy bastard, that he'd listened to the warning and stayed put, that Harry and his friends were apprehended before they went on to make a tragedy of things at the Ministry. He never would have thought Snape would be capable of such depth of emotion, that he felt so deeply for Lily. He'd known of course that they were friends of a sort in their initial years at Hogwarts, something James railed about constantly back then. But he'd never considered it important, thought Snape was a bit of a charity case for Lily. But he should have known better; Lily wasn't one to make friends out of charity. She'd seen something in him evidently, something they had all missed.

And yet, none of them had seen anything in Peter.

Sirius glares at Snape, who continues to glare back. 'Fucking greasy bat. Why couldn't you just be an enemy?' To think that Sirius had gotten it all so wrong about Peter, his brother in all but blood, the boy he'd patiently tutored through the animagus transformation, the boy who he would have died for while Snape, fucking Snivellus Snape, would end up being loyal to a friend who'd cut him off years earlier, would switch sides and save Sirius's life even--it's funny really. He's tempted to laugh, laugh like a maniac, at the absurdity, the injustice, out of grief--let out all his curled up emotions in a big hearty laugh. But then again, that hadn't worked out so well for him 15 years ago. So the only thing he can do is glare at Snape. But the familiar hatred is more unsettling now than comforting.

..

Snape couldn't help but stiffen at the prickly sensation of being watched during his meeting report. He knew without really looking that it was Black - Black trying to fish out his truth with his grey eyes, truth that he is not willing to give to him. He would leave immediately after the meeting - perhaps ask Dumbledore whether he could just give his reports in person, in his office, rather than bother coming to Headquarters. After all, the Order is hardly a democracy with Dumbledore controlling what information gets presented in his report and what remains between them. What's the difference? It's not a good idea anymore to come here. And Black will surely be prepared for his jinx next time - he can't be stupid enough to hope he will get him to shut up everytime.

So when the meeting got over, he jumped to his feet, ready to escape, when a thin hand gripped his shoulder. Snape turned around, pulling out his wand and wasn't surprised to find it pointed at Black's face.

A small, teenage part of him wanted to yell, leave me alone!

"Easy" Black said, quietly. He made no move to take out his wand. It could perhaps be the werewolf close by, watching them. "I want answers. I am grateful you saved Harry's life- and if I hadn't known what I know about you now, I would have not thought too much about this. But I want to know, Snape. I want to know what happened before they died. I want to know how many other transgressions I should be killing Wormtail for".

Snape took in the look on his face. "You want me to help with murder? Great idea Black, since I was on receiving end of your clever jokes-"

"You don't want to kill him?" Black interuppted, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. "You wanted to get me Kissed by Dementors because you thought I killed her and now-"

"I can't kill him!" Snape hissed at him.A twisted truth came tumbling out of him. He wanted to - oh, he wanted to. He went on: "Unfortunately for you, not every fight is won by smashing your way in like a moronic Gryffindor - there are things only I can do and I don't intend to put myself in any position that is dangerous to the cause".

There was a silence. "Fair enough. " Black said, stepping back. Snape thought it was safer to put his own wand back into his pocket now. "You don't kill him" Black simply said. "You help me find him".

Snape looked at him in utter disbelief. He couldn't believe him ."Didn't you just hear me? I am not risking blowing my cover. There will be a time for that and an opportunity will arise - he is no longer useful to the Dark Lord. But I don't want any eyes on me and certainly not for your schemes. Get your wolf to do it for you - at least he can plead temporary insanity".

"Leave him out of it" Black said harshly, glancing at him sitting close by. "Too late for that, isn't it?" Snape said, softly. "You involved him in the first place. What's the matter? These are your rules, I am just playing by them".

Black looked like he was praying for patience before he said what he did next. "I don't suppose you will tell me about that year". Snape sneered at him. "No, I won't. Now, goodbye Black " he whipped out of the headquarters, hoping he'd never have to step foot in it again.

.

Remus approached Sirius, a little amused. "Well, that went well. " Sirius shrugged. "I suppose. I still need him to tell me about Peter". Remus' eyes were cold. "You think he would help us?"

"He has to," Sirius said flatly. "After what Peter did to Harry in the graveyard, I am going to kill him with my bare hands if I have to".

Now if anyone wants to make this full fledged AU where they all corner Wormtail and revise their traumas and deep projections in the process, feel free to continue. XD

[the-insomniac-emporium]

J Watches Arcane: Ep. 4b, Random Thoughts/Play-By-Play

Part two for the fourth episode, because I had so many thoughts in the first half that I nearly destroyed the formatting :)

Let's just get into it, yeah? It's very short, compared to 4a, but I honestly had no idea when to split it, cuz I wasn't sure if the second half would have as many Thoughts as the first half. Guess not, but that's fine! Now it's nap time :D

(23:00ish) I had heard that Jinx's hangout spot/hideout was, uh, precarious in nature... but holy shit, lassie, is that really a good idea? Literally never coming over to hang at her place. We're chilling at the park, or some random rooftop, or, like, at the enforcers HQ, because even that feels safer

(23:40) Real glad for subtitles here, folks. I know it's not super important for me to be able to hear them announce Jayce is about to do a speech, but if there's dialogue that I could theoretically be able to hear, then it should have subtitles. And it does!

(24:16) poor fluffball :( but in other news, glad that we saw Jayce's mother in the front row. I wasn't sure if that was a relationship that was going to get mended

(27: 30, "in here please, help me") Considering I spent several hours earlier today reading through a ton of horror stories, which included several cases of things mimicking human speech to lure people in... let's just say that I did not fall for this. But also the voice is distorted? I guess in an emergency, tho, people wouldn't be as likely to question it. Anyway, I am assuming that the fire is simply to lure the enforcers away from whatever Jinx (who I assume is responsible) is after (which I assume is a Hexgem). We'll find out in a few seconds, I'm sure :)

(28:15) damn, sucks when strong women are pitted against each other :/ also sucks being right about characters I love doing bad things but hey that's half of this fucking show

Also, just gonna say this while it's on my mind, Jinx's voice isn't what I expected it to be? Not in a bad way, I'm just very used to Tiny Tina/the no longer tiny version of Tina in B3, and they have similar vibes/energies at times, so in my brain I kinda always assumed that Jinx sounded similar to Ashly Burch. Honestly really liking her voice so far, tho!

(29:48) I've heard not great things about post-timeskip Jayce (like, him losing sight of priorities, not bad writing or anything), and I'm nervous to see where it goes... but I'm glad that my boy isn't jumping straight into frenching Mel while Viktor dies next door (or whatever it is I've seen memes about)

(32:10) I have seen so many gifs of Jinx vibing in her workshop and it's honestly very adorable, despite the fact that she's working on murder devices. So, ya know, guess my bad taste in women (or my taste in women with bad morals) hasn't changed

(33:08) Ah, another bit I've seen a thousand gifs of! Gun twirling gf, how I do love thee<3 also damn, Cait, take a nap. Do y'all think she rested at all after that explosion? How long did that red string conspiracy board take? Actually, nvm, she's a professional, probably did it in, like, five minutes

(34:49, "I just want you to be safe") but that's the thing, Jayce, she can't be safe (neither can just about anyone in Piltover) when there's the looming threat of war, and she's one of the only people with the brains + brawn + sheer capacity for caring to help

(35:30) please tell me I am finally going to see the love of my life again? please? mel might be the prettiest Arcane character, but (in accordance to my personal tastes) Vi is the hottest

(36:40) MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't believe they made me wait until literally the last minute of this episode to see her again

[strawberrysoup]

Captain to Captain

summary: Carol would do whatever it took to keep you trapped by her side.  relationship: Dark!Carol Danvers x reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x reader rating: Explicit word count: 3384 prompts/requests:

warnings: detailed warnings to the very ends of chapters in order to avoid ruining the shock factor in chapters while still being mindful of potential individual triggers. open the read more, CTRL + F and search “content warnings” to skip to the extra tags if you so choose. notes: i hope this suits y’all’s requests&that you’re okay with me combining them both into one. enjoy!

It had been a full week since she’d caught you trying to escape from a downstairs window. Or so you estimated, assuming that she fed you three times a day. She’d locked you in the storage closet in the basement; even in the brief moments she opened the door to put your food in or remove the waste bucket you couldn’t see any daylight. The darkness and isolation were getting to you, the white noise produced by the heater was one of the only things keeping you from going nuts. Carol hadn’t spoken to you once since finishing the physical part of your punishment all those days ago, she’d just locked you away in a closet without another word.

She probably assumed the punishment had spoken for itself. A tear ran down your cheek, your brain immediately zeroing in on all of the painful spots lingering on your body. Your ass was one massive bruise, you hadn’t been able to sit properly the entire time. Not to mention any pressure on your likely similarly bruised cunt still hurt from where she’d spanked your pussy with the backside of a brush after caning your ass. You would’ve spent the week laying on your stomach, if it weren’t for the still very sore new piercings in your nipples. A shudder ran through you, a terrifying jolt of remembered pain flashing through your brain; it had been just this side of excruciating but Carol hadn’t even hesitated, easily holding you down while you thrashed and begged. There were even cotton swabs and saline in one of the corners, obviously meant for you to clean the inflicted piercings.

You’d try again anyway. The pain was temporary, your false imprisonment would be permanent unless you did something about it. But you had to wait for Carol to let you out of the basement’s storage closet first and wait even longer still after that, to lure her into a false sense of security. You honestly hoped she’d leave you in the basement at least until your bruises all healed—complying with her sexual demands would be painful until your body didn’t throb constantly.

Really, you shouldn’t have ever dared hope for anything. It was stupid, if you’d thought about it you would’ve knocked on wood the second the thought crossed your brain. Because you had absolutely jinxed yourself, by daring to hope for recovery time. In fact, you shouldn’t have even dared hope for a chance to escape sometime in the future it was like walking under a ladder. As if your life needed any incentive to be unlucky.

When the door opened and Carol stepped through, your heart rate shot through the roof. She reached up and began screwing in the lightbulb, a short groan escaping you when the room was suddenly illuminated. The light wasn’t even that bright but after sitting in the dark for so long it felt like torture. You clenched your eyes shut, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyelids firmly.

“Hey baby,” hearing her voice for the first time in days sent a chill down your neck; she sounded sweet and pleasant and warm but it was a trick, “I know it’s bright, let your eyes adjust. You’ve been such a good girl, staying down here nice and quiet.”

You didn’t answer, your body frozen in place where you laid on your hip in the corner. It felt like getting caught in a tractor beam, your hands slowly fell away from your face and you forced your eyes open as quickly as you dared. The soft light haloed her blonde hair, made her look almost ethereal despite the fact you knew she was a monster.

“Come up stairs with me, I brought you something,” she held her hand out towards you and forcing yourself to move, to reach your arm out and take it, was difficult in a way you couldn’t really explain.

It just hurt.

You allowed yourself to be pulled to your feet, hissing slightly as blood rushed into your hip and down your leg. Over the first several days you’d forced yourself to get up regularly and walk around the small space available but yesterday you’d found yourself a different sort of tired from usual and couldn’t make yourself get up more than to use the bucket in the corner and eat your meals. Today had been more of the same, weary and more than willing to lay on top of the couple of blankets for hours on end. Your bruises throbbed, your cunt especially as she pulled you along behind her.

You were dreading seeing whatever it was she’d gotten. Just before your attempted escape she’d brought home butt plugs—plural, one to wear around the house and one pair for when she took you out. You’d run off before she could inflict either upon your person. Your brain half associated gifts with being locked in a closet now anyway.

“You’re such a little brat sometimes, you know that baby?” She questioned while leading you up the stairs, her hand holding yours just tight enough to be intimidating, “I brought you home nice things and you were ungrateful. I very much expect you to take your next gift like a good girl, like a good little wife.”

Wife. It drove you insane when she said that. Sure, you could imagine that there was some legal document out there declaring you married, but you’d never exchanged vows. She never even asked you to marry her. One day she just started calling you her wife and put some expensive jewelry on your finger.

“Okay Carol,” you answered quietly, knowing she’d expect a verbal response and tried to reign in your growing fear, the anticipation and terror surging through your chest.

“Are you all sore baby? How does your pussy feel?” She’d led you out of the basement and started up the next flight, likely headed for the bedroom.

“It’s sore,” you almost whispered, trying to swallow down your dignity.

The blonde nearly cooed, “I bet it is, sweetheart. I bet it’s all swollen and bruised, huh?”

“Yes Carol,” the robotic response still didn’t bother her, which was lucky because it was about all you could offer.

“Remember, you’re going to be a good little wife and accept what I’ve brought you,” Carol turned stern eyes back on you when she stopped in front of the door to the bedroom.

“Y-yes Carol,” her lips curled when your words came out as a whimper, your head nodding along with it.

The doorknob turned and she pushed it open, pulling you through and quickly closing it behind. Immediately your eyes started tearing up, panic twitching over your face.

You’d only met Steve twice; once when Carol first brought you to her house and once when he came by to fix the fence. He was tall and extremely broad, with combed back dark blond hair and a full beard. He was attractive, certainly, but that didn’t mean anything. Carol was beautiful and you still didn’t want to bang her. He’d been nice though, despite exchanging knowing grins with Carol that first time.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’ve got to do to keep you from running away,” the woman’s arms wrapped around you from behind, one hand sliding over your thigh while the other brushed the underside of your breast, her lips brushing over your bare shoulder lightly, “I can’t get it through your head that this is the best place for you, but I knew there had to be something. Steve was brainstorming with me and we came up with an idea.”

He stood up from where he’d been sitting on the bed, taking several steps forward while his blue eyes roved over your naked form. His gaze locked on your pierced nipples for an extra second, a smile tipping the corner of his lips.

“Those are gonna make it hard for the baby to breast feed, Carol,” Steve’s tone was amused, roughened by arousal.

“So the first won’t be breastfed,” Carol shrugged, her hand cupping your left breast and her thumb brushing over the very tip of your nipple, “It could take up to 2 years for them to be healed enough for breastfeeding, we won’t want them any closer together than 2 years anyway.”

It took a solid minute for you to understand exactly what they were discussing, the pain of Carol’s fingers teasing your nipple too distracting. Terror surged through you—children. They were talking about you breastfeeding multiple children. Their children collectively, which you would be carrying.

“Don’t be so nervous baby,” Carol’s lips touched your ear, “Steve’s gonna go easy on that little bruised pussy.”

Oh God. Your brain blanked on everything that wasn’t fear.

Immediately you tried to thrash out of Carol’s grasp, only for her arms to tighten around you. Before you could kick out, she gripped your still freshly pierced nipple and twisted. A wail escaped your lips, your knees almost giving out at the pain. And it was only going to get worse, Steve was a big dude, there was no telling how big his dick would be.

“I suggest you decide to be a good girl, baby,” the blonde threatened gently, “go lay down on the bed.”

You hesitated for several short seconds, tears slipping down your cheeks while your chest heaved. There was little choice; letting yourself be fucked rather than punished had become common place, but it still hurt each time. You winced as you crawled onto the bed and turned to carefully rest on your bruised ass, panic clenching your body in a way that made every sore place you had hurt. Steve had started undressing immediately, shedding everything except his briefs.

“Her pussy got a hard spanking with a hairbrush, didn’t it baby?” Carol prompted and you murmured a quiet agreement, chin tucked down against your chest, “Ask Steve to go easy on your cunt.”

You were quiet until she shot you a careful glance, gulping heavily before parroting, “Please go easy on my cunt.”

“Tell him your cunt is swollen and sore, tell him how puffy it is.”

A quivering sob escaped your lips, “M-my cunt is swollen and s-sore and p-puffy.”

“Let him see, baby,” she ordered, smiling when you whimpered but proceeded to spread your legs wide.

Steve whistled lowly and you turned your head away in shame, “it does look a little painful, doll. I’ll try not to get carried away.

“Is your pussy wet?” Carol’s hand found its way between your legs quicker than you could comprehend, fingers plunging into your dry cunt roughly, “hmmm, not yet. You better use lube, Steve.”

The blond hummed in acknowledgement as he climbed onto the bed and pushed you back, forcing you to lay flat, “got any?”

“Plenty,” she dug through the bedside table and produced a bottle, “use as much as you need.”

Steve didn’t waste any time squirting a healthy dollop of lube onto your pussy, his fingers prodding at your swollen cunt gently while the smile on his lips spread into a grin, “this is such a cute little pussy, so puffy and red. Is it real sensitive doll?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered as he took his cock in his slick hand, the head nudging between your lips and spreading the lube around your folds, adding more until you felt lube dripping down the crack of your ass.

“You’re such a dirty little whore,” the words that came out of Steve shocked you, your eyes blowing wide as his cock pressed against your opening just slightly, “fucking filthy that you’d let a stranger put his cock in your pussy.”

“Careful Steve, she might cry,” Carol was smirking, especially when he suddenly surged forward, burying at least half of his substantial dick in your cunt and ripping a scream from your lips, “my little cry baby.”

“You need to be taken in hand, huh doll? It’s a good thing Carol found you, or you’d be wandering around with your little pussy out constantly looking to get fucked,” Steve withdrew and pressed his hips into you sharply once again, his pelvis slapping your swollen cunt painfully, a juxtaposition to the way he leaned over you, his lips softly brushing over your own, “you need to be full of cum or you’ll lose your pretty mind, won’t you? Too slutty and stupid to take care of yourself. We’ll take care of you, doll.”

“P-please its hurts!” Your hands pressed against his abs desperately as he pounded his pelvis into your pussy, igniting a painful throb, “too hard!”

“Your cunt just feels so good squeezing around my cock, you clench up so hard when it hurts,” he rested his forehead against yours, “God even when it hurts your pussy is sucking me in, so desperate to get pounded.”

His hips suddenly jolted forward, brutally slamming the full length of his cock into your channel before fucking you with agonizing thrusts. The friction was agony, your clit was as swollen and sore as your cunt lips and every brush of his pelvis against it hurt. You screamed, eyes clenching shut in pain as he hammered into you for a good five minutes, his stamina almost unreal. His hands moved from their restraining hold on your hips up to your tits, cupping the weight of them and ducking his head. Another wail escaped your lips as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth and gave a languid suck.

“Mouth off her tits,” Carol ordered, just barely audible to you over the sound of your own cries.

Steve immediately released your nipple, humming into your neck as his thrusts began to slow, “right, don’t wanna risk infection. Fuck, you have the sweetest pussy doll.”

His hips rolled slowly, his pelvis dragged heavily over your clit and he bottomed out with a groan. You hiccupped in pain, looking up just in time to make eye contact with him. A smile was stretched over his lips and he quickly pressed down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth in one smooth movement.

“I can fuck you gently, doll,” he murmured, teeth tugging on you lower lip lightly, “your pussy is so needy, it’s been so long since you’ve had something filling you. Does my cock feel good? It’ll feel so good once I fill you with cum, you’ll be desperate for it.”

“He’s gonna fill you over and over until you get pregnant,” Carol drew your attention to the side of the bed, your eyes going wide at the sight of her veined strap on, “that cock is gonna be buried in your pussy as often as we can manage, so I guess my cock is gonna have to go somewhere else. Where should it go baby?”

“I—I—” You couldn’t force out words, panic erupting in you when Steve suddenly rolled you both over, a loud groan escaping your chest when you found yourself straddling his hips, gravity forcing his cock even deeper into your cunt.

“That’s a good girl, sink my cock into that pussy,” Steve sighed, grabbing your waist and thrusting softly up into you, “allll the way in, damn. You take my cock so well baby, that slutty little pussy so desperate.”

He reached up and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, tugging you down to lay against his chest while continuing to gently fuck up into you. Your tears immediately dampened his skin, a high-pitched whine escaping you as your nipples dragged roughly against the hair on his chest. The sound of the lube bottle opening again caught your attention and you gasped when Carol’s fingers pressed firmly against the rim of your asshole.

“C-Carol! Please, don’t—!”

“Shhh, if you’d been a good girl and not tried to run away when I showed you your butt plugs, your little hole would be stretched out already,” her finger breached the ring of muscle easily, twirling around before withdrawing.

More lube and more fingers followed, leaving you gasping and panting in pain. Your cunt was throbbing, stuffed to the brim with a massive cock and Carol was none to gentle on your bruised ass. Her fingers dug roughly into your flesh, holding your cheeks apart firmly as she continued to thrust her slippery fingers in your asshole.

“This is gonna hurt, be a good girl and take it.”

There was no way you were even close to prepared for the strap on Carol was wearing, even if it was one of the smaller ones. You recognized it as a double-sided harness and dread filled you. She always pounded the hardest when her cunt was stuffed and every thrust she made into you fucked her just as hard. The tip of the chubby dildo pressed threatening against your asshole, steady even as Steve fucked up into your pussy at a leisurely speed. The initial breach hurt, but the pain only grew worse and worse the further she pressed in. You screamed, nearly panicked at how full your holes were, trying desperately to thrash away from the pair.

“I know it’s a lot baby,” Carol grunted, both she and Steve having to hold you still while her pelvis continued to sink the strap on deeper, “it didn’t have to hurt this bad. You could’ve been wearing your butt plugs for the last five days and your asshole would be nice and loose. Just had to go and be naughty, huh?”

Steve’s thrust slowed even further, evidently waiting for Carol to finish working the dildo into your tight asshole. You howled the whole time, the stretch and burn agonizing—especially paired with Steve’s cock stuffed in your cunt. Carol’s breathing picked up as she thrust into you, gasping as the end of the dildo in her pussy bumped her cervix. The sound she made betrayed how good it felt, as did the way her hips began pounding away. The friction on your bruised ass caused a searing burn to flare up your spine.

“Fucking your tight little asshole is really doing it for me, baby,” the blonde’s voice was breathless, “maybe I will toss out those butt plugs I bought, I don’t want this stretched at all.”

Tears poured down your face, Steve’s thrusts beginning to start up again in force. Blood throbbed through your genitals, your bruises ignited. The pain was overwhelming and it was all you could do to lay still while they pounded into you.

“I’m gonna cum,” Steve panted, holding you tightly against his chest, “I’m gonna fill you up, doll. Fuck—here it comes, fuck—”

His words were cut off by a long, deep moan. You could feel it coating your insides, the head of his cock butting roughly against your cervix with each rope of cum. He stilled with his cock stuffing you, your hips pressed flush with his own. Carol groaned, continuing to hammer your asshole while her hand snuck down and scooped up some of the frothy cum escaping from your cunt. It was easy to shove it in your mouth, your lips already parted as you gasped for breath.

“Swallow his cum,” Carol moaned loudly, “oh fuck, swallow it down. You’ll drink every bit of his cum that comes out of your pussy, all of it!”

She made a noise that you recognized, a whine that meant she was about to come. Her pelvis slapped your bruised ass with each brutal thrust, getting faster still when she cried out and started coming. The violence with which she fucked you just revealed how hard she liked to have a dildo shoved up her own cunt, the way the pain accented her pleasure. She didn’t stop until she’d worked through her whole orgasm, gasping for breath behind you.

“I wish we’d thought of this sooner,” Steve’s words made you shudder, horror settling in once again.

It would be so hard to run if you were pregnant, your health was already precarious and to throw a fetus into the picture? You wouldn’t survive to make it to safety. If you got pregnant, trying to escape would literally kill you. Your lips trembled, emotional devastation wracking your body.

That was the point of course.

There would be no more escape attempts now.

content warnings: noncon anal and vaginal sex, mentioned noncon spankings, piercings. forced pregnancy, kidnapping. 

[hopelikethemoon]

secret keeper (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: secret keeper Rating: PG Length: 2220 Warnings: Fluff  Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. This is just some family fluff, no warnings! Summary: Javier is not very good at keeping secrets.

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“You’re in a good mood today,” Javier remarked as he loosened his tie and moved to greet you at the stove. He rested his hand against your still-flat stomach, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. 

You were in a good mood — mostly because it was mid-December and you hadn’t experienced any of the horrific nausea you had with Josie. The smell of tamales cooking didn’t even make you grimace like it used to when you were pregnant before. 

But you were also in a good mood, just so you could lull Javier into a false sense of security, because you had words to have with him.

“I got a nap in mid-day and I kept down everything I ate.” You told him as you pulled the tamales out of the stockpot, laying them out on the towel by the stove. 

You had even made one of his favorite dishes. 

“Can I help?” Javier questioned, resting his hands on your shoulders and giving them three little squeezes. 

“Can you get the applesauce out of the fridge for her?” You questioned, peeling each tamales out of the corn husk. You had finally perfected your recipe, the masa pulled away from the husk just perfectly. 

“You don’t think she’ll want to try the tamales?” Javi questioned as he grabbed the applesauce for you. As you walked away from the stove, he grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pan of chicken nuggets out. 

“If the option is between tamales and chicken, which do you think she’s going to want?”

“We should’ve bought stock in chicken.” Javier rolled his eyes and shook his head, moving to grab a plate to fix for Josie. 

He must’ve known you were annoyed with him because he was being too helpful. Sure, he pulled his weight around the condo, but he was being too pointed about it tonight. 

“How was work?”

“Good.” Javier answered, picking up a piece of masa that was stuck to a husk and popping it into his mouth. “I’ve got a mountain of papers to grade this weekend. Remind me again why I assigned an 8-page paper to a class of sixty.”

“I can help.” You offered with an easy smile. “I happen to know a thing or two about the subject.”

“You’d do that for me, baby?” You nodded as he gave your ass a playful swat, “I’m gonna get the kid.” He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, before vanishing down the hallway.

He knew exactly what he’d done, but he was definitely going to make you bring it up. Bastard. 

Josie broke her daddy’s heart by refusing to even try the tamales. She was far more content with applesauce and chicken nuggets, despite Javi’s repeated attempts to lure her into trying a tamale. Every time she’d turn her nose up and tell him that he was being silly. 

You waited until Javier had gotten Josie to sleep and you were both comfortably curled up on the sofa watching a rerun of NYPD Blue to finally spring your annoyance onto him. 

“Javi.” You said quietly, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, baby?” He questioned as he curled his arm around your waist and stroked his hand over your stomach. 

“I know what you did.”

Javier blinked. “What?”

“You told Steve.”

“Now, wait a minute—“

“I told you we were going to wait.” You widened your eyes dramatically at him. 

Javier dragged his hand over his face and sighed. “I fucking knew this was coming. You were being too sweet.”

“I’m always sweet.”

“As sweet as a lemon.” Javier countered and gave you a look. “In my defense he guessed.”

“Did he?”

“He did.” He tilted his head forward to rest against your shoulder. “I told him not to tell anyone.”

“He told Connie.” 

“For fuck’s sake.” Javier sighed, “And they wonder why we told no one about Joise.” He pulled you into his side, “I’m sorry baby. I really am.”

“I’m just scared.” You admitted, covering his hand with your own as he smoothed his fingers over your stomach. “I want to tell everyone, but I want to be in the clear.” 

He kissed the top of your head and sighed, “I know.” Javier shifted back so he could look at you. “I really didn’t mean to let it slip out,” He rocked his jaw. “He asked how things were going. They knew we were trying. My fucking face betrayed me.”

You reached up and cupped his cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. You traced your thumb along the curve of his jaw, where scruff was starting to grow in, “You also told the Dean of Sociology.”

Javier groaned, “He wanted to know why I cancelled class. How the fuck—“

“He sent a congratulations card.” You told him, lifting his arm so you could get off the sofa. You had tucked the card into the TV Guide by the television. You pulled it out, brandishing it like evidence. “I can’t even be mad. But who else have you told?”

Javier rubbed the back of his neck and sank back on the sofa. “Steve, the Dean, the barista on campus, some science professor at a meeting, my class…”

“Javi!”

“I’m excited!” He laughed, grinning at you. “Do you see now how hard it was for me with Josie?”

“I’m truly shocked you’ve ever kept a secret.” You quipped as you shook your head. “I just don’t want to jinx this.” You rested your hand on your stomach, brows furrowed. “Everything’s going so well so far and I just worry that something will go wrong.” 

“Maybe we’ve just lucked out.” Javier patted the sofa beside him, “Maybe after all the struggle with Josie we get to just enjoy a nice smooth pregnancy.” 

You settled back down beside him, stretching your feet out in front of you and resting them on the coffee table. 

Javier reached over and peeled the hem of your shirt up, resting his hand against your bare skin. “I think you’re starting to show, just a little.” He stated as he stared at your stomach. It was a faint change, the subtlest curve. 

“They’re about the size of a kidney bean,” You told him, resting your hand over his. “It’s so different this time.” 

“It is,” Javier drew soft circles with his fingers as he shifted closer to you. “I’m sorry I told people.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m just so fucking excited.” 

“I know you are.” You smiled at him, turning your face so you could kiss him, your lips brushing against his. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He bumped his nose against yours, before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach. “And I love you, little bean.” 

You laughed, pushing your fingers through his hair as he showered your stomach with kisses. “Is that what we’re going to call them?”

“You said they’re the size of a kidney bean.” He pointed out, sitting back against the sofa. “I think little bean is a good nickname.” 

“Your daddy wants to call you little legume.” You teased as you rested your hand on your stomach, grinning at Javier.

“Mommy?”

Shit.

You pulled your shirt down and sat up straight, “Hey babydoll, what’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare.” Josie pouted as she climbed over the side of the sofa and Javier was quick to sweep her into his arms before she had the chance to climb over your stomach. 

“C’mere princessa.” Javier pressed a kiss to the top of her curly head, pulling her into his chest. “You want to stay out here with us?” He questioned, giving you a look over the top of her head. 

“Do you want some hot chocolate, sweetie?” You questioned, reaching over to give her little hand a squeeze. “It’ll chase all your bad dream monsters away.”

Josie nodded and smiled at you, before she quietly spoke. “Mommy, do you have a baby in your tummy?” 

You had wanted to wait — just a little longer — to have this conversation with her. After all the months of trying, you were so hesitant to get attached to this. Just in case. But she had heard you and Javier talking clearly, and you weren’t a fan of lying to her. 

“Well,” You swallowed thickly and met Javier’s eyes, “Yes, sweetheart. There is a baby in my tummy.” Your hand went to your stomach and you sighed softly. “But it’s really tiny right now.” 

“But it's growing?” She questioned, curling her hand around Javier’s fingers as she leaned against his chest. 

Javier rested his chin on the top of her head. “It is, sweetheart. You might get to become a big sister for your birthday next year.” 

“Wow!” She pulled away from Javier and moved towards you. “Hot chocolate, mama?”

You laughed, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Of course.” You gave Javier a look as you started to get up. 

“You’ve gotta love where her priorities are.” 

“Well, she is your daughter.” You quipped with a chuckle. “You’re pretty motivated by food yourself.” You had learned that about him pretty early on. “I guess we can start telling people.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you moved around the kitchen to fix her hot chocolate. “I’m sure Lisa and Tripp would like to hear that we’ve had success.” You sprinkled a little cinnamon into the hot cocoa mix, before you poured the warm milk into the sippy cup. “But let’s avoid Tracy and Jeff for as long as possible.”

“I might’ve already casually mentioned it to Tripp.”

“Javier!” You turned around and stared at him as he peaked over the back of the sofa. “You are a terrible secret keeper!” You laughed, shaking your head. “How did you ever keep your mouth shut with her?”

“A man can be easily motivated by the fear of losing the woman he loves.” Javier answered and your heart clenched. With each passing year it was getting harder to remember just how difficult things had been back then. The delicate balance of feigning disinterest and keeping distance. The way you lived for moments where your hands brushed while exchanging files or you rode the elevator with him. You took for granted the fact that he was in your bed every night now, forgetting the days you’d lay awake wishing he’d be there beside you. That he’d been there the first time Josie kicked. 

“You wouldn’t have lost me, Javi. I probably would’ve been pissed for a minute, but… I love you and I have for a long time.” You told him as you walked back over to the sofa to give Josie her sippy cup of hot chocolate. “You are so sleepy, aren’t you?” 

Josie pursed her lips and nodded dramatically as she took the cup from you and sank back against Javi as she sipped at it. “I stay up with you?”

Javier’s brows rose upwards, looking to you for the answer. You knew his answer would be that she could stay up and do whatever she wanted. But her sleepy little pout was just as hard to say no to for you as it was for him.

“Of course, sweetheart. But how about we go to bed?” You smiled at her. “The big bed is much more comfortable.” 

Josie clung to Javier as he picked her up and carried her back to your bedroom. You shut off the TV and turned off the lights before following after them. 

“Let’s not spill that in bed, princessa” Javier warned her as she tossed her sippy cup aside and he carefully sat it on the bedside table. She flopped back onto the bed, right in the middle — wiggling around like a little girl who was fighting off sleep. 

You pulled back the covers and laid down on your side of the bed, laughing as Josie did a full roll so she could get closer to you. “Hi, baby.” You laughed, pushing her hair off her face as she giggled. “You’re being silly, aren’t you?”

“No! You’re silly!” She reached up and tickled your chin. Josie squinted, scrunching up her little face as she sat up and peered at the underside of your jaw. 

“What are you doing, Josie?” Javier questioned as he rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. 

“Looking for butter.”

You laughed, “Butter?”

Josie nodded emphatically. “You don’t like butter.”

“Baby, she’s talking about the buttercups.” 

“Oh!” You caught Josie’s hand and kissed her palms. “You were so little then.” 

She giggled, poking at your face. “Does daddy like butter?” She questioned.

“We’re not going to be able to know until we find us some buttercups.” You told her, grinning at Javier. “We can go to the park tomorrow and look for some.” Even though you knew there weren’t any in bloom right now, she’d atleast enjoy the promise of an adventure. “Think you can spare an hour or two from grading, Professor?”

Javi rolled his eyes. “For my girls? Always.” 

You gestured to your stomach, “Hey, this one might not be a girl.”

Javier snorted, shaking his head. “For my family then.”