#and I'll have to stay with my mother alone

[2xxelaa9]

Vi deserves none of the hate people give her and I'll die on that hill.

"She created Powder's trauma and abandoned her". No she didn't ? Did we watch the same show ? If anyone, Mylo made Powder feel like she was worthless, Vi had always lifted her up, she just asked her to stay behind that one day because she didn't want to lose her, which is super legit ? If she had brought Powder, everything could have turned out the same and everyone would have been like "it was so wrong for her to bring her very young sister in this". Like ??

And then she blames Powder for what happened but immediately regrets it and just walks a few meters to cool off. Yes, she snapped, but nobody's perfect, and she was just a child ? Why would anyone expect her to act as a grown and mature adult ? She had just lost everyone and lost her shit for maybe one minute and that's it. When she saw that her sister was in danger, she immediately went back for her but was stopped by Marcus. And she then ended up in jail, at maybe 15 years old, getting the shit beaten out of her for 7 years while thinking that everyone she ever cared about was dead. She is as traumatized and Jinx is. They just don't manifest it the same way. Let's not forget that during those 7 years, Jinx had a support system, Silco, someone to turn to even if everything was very far from perfect and that he was using her. She still had someone. Vi was alone, in a dark cell, getting beaten up every other day.

Until Caitlyn came and broke her out. The reason she accepted to talk to her was because Caitlyn showed her drawings that resembled her sister's !! She went with her to find Powder!! She even ditched Cait at the first occasion she got (in the brothel) to get the information from Sevika. And then the first occasion she got, she went to find her.

And then again, at the bridge, she left everyone to go find her sister, and went back for her friends because they were being blown up by Jinx's bombs. And then, Jinx lost it and fired that machine gun at her and Cait, and just then, it was the first time that Vi chose Caitlyn over Jinx in that moment. Because she had fired a damn machine gun at her. I mean, if my sister fired this at me, I'd probably run away too.

Then Vi's objective becomes to take down Silco to get her sister back from him (because one can argue that he was a nice and caring father figure, I still think that he was still using Jinx as a bomb maker, even if he cared for her. She was working for him.)

Next thing we know, Vi gets kidnapped by Jinx and spends the whole scene trying to convince her that she loves her deeply, she even suggests that they could run away far from Zaun and Piltover just the two of them and forget everyone else. It all goes down to shit when Caitlyn frees herself and starts threatening Jinx. Then Jinx kills Silco, nukes the Council, then probably disappears. And the only person she can hold on to is Caitlyn. Why ? Because since the beginning, Vi isn't interested in helping Cait find proof against Silco, she just wanted to find her sister. And despite Vi leaving, getting hurt and everything, Cait stayed besides her. She went to save her when Sevika stabbed her, she followed her when Vi ran after the blue smoke Jinx lit up in the sky, she tried to held her back in that "Oil and water" scene. So of course Vi stayed. Cait had proved her worth to her countless times. She even held back from killing Jinx (which had already committed terrorist actions, killed enforcers, firelights and probably many others).

Vi had nobody else to turn to. Literally. Everyone was dead, and Jinx had rejected her. And Caitlyn still didn't reject Vi, even after her sister killed her mother.

Of course Vi was going to stay by Caitlyn's side. It was the only person somehow caring for her. Even acknowledging her existence.

"But she became an enforcer and it was against everything she stood for". Again, have we all seen the same show ? Vi disagreed to Caitlyn's proposition. It was when Maddie met her that she told her she was "happy that she joined the enforcers". Caitlyn had enlisted her and didn't leave Vi a choice in that. Vi went along because she trusted Caitlyn and she only ever fought in Caitlyn's team. Vi was ready to let Cait end Jinx, because for her, Everything good in her sister was gone. There was nothing else to save. But when she saw Isha, it was not just her wanting to save the child, but also a part of her seeing Powder again. She saw that her sister was still capable of love and compassion. So she stopped Caitlyn.

And then Caitlyn hit her and left her. Again. At this point, everyone in the show had abandoned her. she was all alone, except for Loris who eventually also gave up on her.

Then Jinx went to find her again to save Vander. Then Vi started to gain hope again. Making plans with Jinx for the future. "Maybe we could stay here, help them out". Then shit went down again and Isha died (note : Vi's first reflex was to save her sister in that moment). Then Jinx surrendered, Cait locked her up and Vi went to free her sister. Who then proceeded to leave her again, hitting her in the spot that hurt her the most (both physically and emotionally). Let's note that in that scene, Vi called her "Jinx" and not Powder. It proved her that she loved her for who she was now. She loved Jinx.

Vi had again lost everything. She even thought she had lost Caitlyn by going against her orders again. She was even left alone in that cell, locked up, with no one she cared about, expecting another beating from life. She had come back to the point zero of everything. The concrete cell, the loneliness, the feeling of having failed everyhting and everyone.

But Caitlyn walked in and let her know that she had helped her free Jinx. That she trusted her enough to leave her desire for justice and revenge behind her because she knew how much Vi cared for her sister. And that was the first time in the whole show that anyone had made something for Vi. Hell, it must have been the first time in the show Vi might have felt loved. Like, think about it. Vi then let herself have one moment with Caitlyn, because she had started to become tired of being rejected and hurt by everyone. She had one single moment. And everyone blames her for that and says she's a terrible sister, when it's clearly not the case and has never been.

Time for the war. They fight. Then Vi sees Vander. Her first reflex is to try and save him again. Because she just loves her family so deeply she can't actually help it. And then Jinx sacrifices herself to save Vi. Have you really heard Vi's scream ? It's the most devastating sound and scream that we ever heard on this show. It even echoed louder than the actual explosion. Vi loved her sister so so so much.

With all that, I don't get how people can hate her. She just suffered so so much throughout the show. She is just a little love ball that constantly gets kicked by everyone. She did deserve that somewhat happy ending. I'm so tired of seeing Vi slander.

Also, props to the writers for breaking the doomed lesbian cycle. For once we got a win. Hurray !

[klausysworld]

Apart of the Family

Loving Elijah Mikaelson wasn't an easy thing.

He pushed me away the entirety of the start of our relationship, he wouldn't talk about his feelings or his thoughts. Sometimes he thought breaking up would protect me from him and his family.

If I hadn't loved him so much then I would have left but I couldn't help but stay. We met in Mystic Falls when he was there to deal with Klaus and avenge his family. I had thought he'd left when Klaus daggered him so I was so happy when Damon woke him back up.

He came to my house even before getting his haircut to see me and he ended up staying the night before having to leave with plans to wake his family.

Rebekah didn't like me much to start out, none of them trusted me or wanted me in their house but that didn't stop Elijah from coming to mine. But if he wasn't with them, looking after them 24/7 like a father figure then they all started to fall apart.

He started to pull away again, so I had to confront the Mikaelsons myself, which was admittedly terrifying but overall worth it when Klaus's eyes shimmered with respect and I got to shove past Rebekah and up the stairs of the mansion. Elijah was practically feral after listening to me stand up to his siblings.

His mother liked me, although I'm not really sure if that should be taken as a compliment or an insult. Elijah liked it though. I think he's always sought approval from his parents.

He was distraught when he found out his mother planned to kill them. More broken then any of his siblings could ever know. He made me promise not to tell them that he'd been sobbing into my chest for over two hours that night.

We left for a little while, Elijah needed some time and I jumped at the chance of having him alone for a little while before he was inevitably called back.

We'd been living such a domesticated life We had our own house, yard, stupid white-picket fence.

Even though I knew it was impossible, I started to dream of having his child. I knew he'd been the perfect father, he had a thousand years worth of practice.

I could imagine if we had a son, he'd be all dressed in his little suit with his hair combed neatly. Elijah was just perfect, but he couldn't have children so I wouldn’t either.

I thought I was happy with that, until I found out that Klaus was having a baby.

It wasn't fair. He didn't even want a child and neither did Hayley. Elijah was the only reason the child stayed alive and Klaus still daggered him.

"I promise you, I'll bring him home." He told me when I'd found out he wasn't even in the house somewhere but under Marcels mercy.

"Klaus." I whispered, I could feel my eyes getting wet with tears and he sighed.

"I wouldn't let him get hurt. I know you think I'm selfish and I use my brother...to an extent that's true, but I do love him and I know that you do. He'll come back and I'll undagger him before the baby is even born." He promised and I didn't have much room to argue. Instead I just went back upstairs.

Even Rebekah came which was a nightmare. I don't know what her problem was for me but somehow my favourite Mikaelson in that house was Klaus.

Until Klaus finally brought him back.

I didn't care that Rebekah was pissed that I got to hug him first, I refused to let him go and he didn't seem to be budging much either. I could feel his face nuzzling my neck as I breathed in his scent.

"He made us stop at a suit shop on the way over, he refused for you to see him all dusty and-"

"That's enough, Niklaus. Just leave us be." Elijah muttered and I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice.

By evening I was snuggled up to his bare chest, his hands on my back as he pressed a series of kisses to the top of my head.

"I love you." He mumbled and I smiled, he didn't like saying it often. He worried it would lose it's meaning.

"I love you too." I whispered, wanting nothing more than to lay with him forever.

Things got better and worse from then.

Everything was Klaus centred again of course. When wasn't it?

But I did feel bad for him, to have to go as far to fake his child's death. It was the first time I'd ever hugged him, I could feel his tears on my neck as he tried to sniff them back. Elijah was looking at me from across the room, a slight nod to his head as he finished the phone call with Rebekah.

Things were quiet after that.

But then everything went wrong again, Esther and Mikael came back. Elijah's 'Red Door' opened and he almost suffocated me in his sleep.

He wouldn't touch be for almost a month, not even hold my hand, it was torture. It took a very hash breakdown and a really long cry for him to finally wrap his arms around me and apologise.

It was really hard for a while, but seeing him with Hope in his arms did something to me. It broke me.

That was when Rebekah finally realised we weren't that different. She sat with me on the bathroom floor whilst I sobbed over not being able to have his child and we stayed there until Elijah came in and found us. I wouldn't tell him what was wrong and ended up leaving for a a few hours but it was obvious that Rebekah had spoken to him about it by the time I got home.

He welcomed be back into his arms and he held me tight, caressing my arms and my back before finally breaking the silence.

"I truly refuse to believe that with the amount of magic in this world, that there is no possible chance of me being able to give you a baby." He whispered and I sniffed.

"You're dead Elijah, your sperm is dead." I mumbled and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Witches bring people back from the dead, I think they can revive a couple of my swimmers." He chuckled and I let out a half cry/half laugh.

"You really think that?" I whispered and he kissed the side of my face.

"I'm at least going to try." He murmured.

It wasn't really mentioned again for a while so I assumed that it had just been a fleeting idea to calm me down.

That was until I walked into our room and found it covered in candles and rose petals. Elijah was stood in a fresh suit, his hands clasped together with a rose between them.

"What..." I mumbled and he let out a shaky breath.

"I found a witch." He stated and my brows pulled together for a second before the realisation washed over me.

"You did?" I whispered and he nodded. I dropped my bag down and made my way inside, standing in front of him and taking the rose from his hands, placing it down on the vanity. "Are you sure that it'll work?" I asked and his lips twitched.

"There's only one way to find that out." He murmured lowly, his umber eyes bleeding into obsidian.

I reached up to carefully undo his tie, my fingers unloosing the fabric in the way he liked to do it so that it wouldn't stretch or 'fold funny'. I pushed his blazer down his shoulders and rest it over the chair before reaching up to undo each button one by one. I made sure my fingertips brushed over the firm muscle of his chest before pulling the shirt off his arms and onto the chair as well.

My eyes glanced up to his as I loosened his belt, slipping it away from his hips and popping the button on his trousers. He let out a soft sigh through his nose as they dropped down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I let him take his boxers off whilst I unbuttoned my dress all the way down and slipped my panties off and reached back to get my bra off.

His hand was round my waist, pulling me to bed in a second making me smile and lean back into the mattress as he hovered over me.

"I promise I'll give you a baby, Y/N." He uttered and I felt my heart and lower stomach flutter.

His hands stroked down the length of my body before my thighs were gripped and pushed open. I bit my lip to hold back my grin as his lips worked their way down from the top of my neck to my navel.

"Does this help make the baby?" I whispered with a breathy laugh as his hot breath stimulated my clitoris.

"It might." He murmured with a grin before his tongue licked a strip through my folds before focusing on my clit. My head went back, resting against the pillows and my legs fell open against his hands that gripped my thighs firmly. I looked up at the ceiling through heavy eyes as his tongue swirled perfectly. Heat stroked me so precisely that I was a trembling mess in a matter of seconds. It always amazed me how easily he broke me.

It never took long before my fingers were latched into his hair, ruining the neat appearance he always held and forcing groans to vibrate through my lower body and set fire to my core.

I never received any time to recover before he was cupping my face and lifting my legs, hushing my whine as my leg was stretched over his shoulder.

"Look at me, darling." He murmured but his voice was somehow always clear. I did as he said, my eyes locking with his as I felt him push inside me; stretching and filling me inch my inch until all the air was gone from my lungs.

His lips pushed to mine, filling my mouth with his tongue and teasing mine. "Elijah..." I moaned quietly against him and he pulled away with a groan, looking down at me and kissing my forehead as his hips drew back before pushing forward with force. I let out a sharp breath as he did so, my hands cupping his neck and my nails scratching the back of his head. "Gods..." I whispered and he let out a low hum as he build a steady rhythm to move against me.

"I can't wait to pump you full of my child." He uttered, his eyes swirling with that familiar darkness. I panted with a smile on my lips, feeling my leg strain as he pushed be deeper into the bed and moved quicker. "Feel you milk me of my last drop." He breathed out as his mouth now hovered back over mine, making my skin hotter and hotter. "See you round and swollen..." He grunted, his body stuttering before getting a little rougher.

His grip started to get tighter, his fingertips pressing bruises into the skin of my thigh and hip. The veins starting to scatter beneath his eyes and down his stubbled cheeks. My hands slid round from his neck to feel how they raised against the pads of my thumbs.

"I need you." I whispered and his brows furrowed.

"You have me." He muttered, thrusting particularly hard as if to make a point. "All of me."

"Prove it." I breathed and his blunt nails dug in a little before one of his hands let go and slid down my body to massage my clit so well that I knew that was it for me.

His other hand was round my throat, forcing me to look back at him as his warmth started to fill more and more, one thrust at a time until he stayed completely still above me. His forehead rest against mine, his skin warm on mine as he shifted to kiss my lips.

"I promise you, by the end of the year, you'll be carrying our child and I'll be massaging you until you're perfectly sated." He smiled and I mirrored it as he shifted so that I was laid on top of his firm body. "We should lay for a while...so that it can take." He whispered and I hummed.

"I'd lay with you forever."

"Always, and forever." He corrected softly.

[lkfarrout]

Deal (family fic) teen!Stan

Summary: Stan learns some unsavory truths about his father. (I've been watching The Sopranos too much)

Warnings: angst, injury, antisemitism, swearing

"Hey, Sixer, you think tomorrow you can take a break from your project and go down to the beach with me?"

Ford smiled at his twin and nodded through a mouth full of food.

Their father interrupted, "Not so fast, knucklehead," he was looking at Stanley, "I got a job for you tomorrow."

Stan rolled his eyes.

"Stanley," his mother glared at him, "not at the dinner table."

Filbrick continued, "I'm taking you to the car dealership with me. It's time you learned the art of the deal."

Stanford set his fork down, "We're getting a new car?"

Stanley's eyes got wide, and he jumped up, his chair legs scraping on the kitchen floor, "Does this mean I can have the caddy?!"

His father just shook his head, and Stan sat back down.

"C'mon, Pop, I'll buy it off ya. I've been saving up."

"Stanley, I paid six thousand for that Diablo."

"I'm almost there! Give me a couple months, I'll-- I'll work Sundays!"

"We'll see. But if you get one more speeding ticket, you can forget it."

Stan leaned his head on one hand and silently picked at his dinner.

---

A few days later, Stanley helped his father close the pawn shop. Just as he flipped the sign to "closed" a vehicle pulled up out front and three men in suits got out.

Filbrick jumped a little at the sight of them and quickly closed the cash register, "Stanley, upstairs."

One of the men knocked on the door with the back of his hand and peered through the glass.

"What? Pop, who--"

"Now!" His father pointed toward the back room, where the other staircase to the apartment was.

Stan exited the room, but hesitated at the bottom of the stairs. He heard the bell on the shop door ding as it opened.

"We're closed."

"Any badges come through here lately, Fil?" The man had a thick New York accent.

Stan peered back around the corner, unnoticed, as the three men pushed their way into the shop.

Filbrick spat back, "I haven't said shit, Aldo. What do you want?"

One of the others spoke up, "Nico's sittin' in a cell, and we're here to collect bail."

Nico? Aldo? Stan had never met these men before, but he knew an Italian name when he heard one.

"This wasn't part of the deal," Filbrick stood his ground. "I buy your stolen shit and keep my mouth shut when the cops come around. Ain't my fault if you get--"

Before he could finish his thought, Aldo's fist came crashing into Filbrick's jaw.

"I don't make deals with greedy fuckin' jews."

Filbrick stumbled backwards into the counter, and Stan had to stop himself from running into the room. Deal? Stolen? What the fuck is going on? Stan thought.

"I don't have any money to give you." Filbrick coughed and rubbed his jaw.

"That shiny new car in the alley says otherwise."

Aldo grabbed Filbrick by the shirt, "And if you don't want your wife to watch me break all your fuckin' teeth on the curb, you'll find some money, Pines."

Stan sprinted up the stairs, found what he was looking for, and was back in time to watch his father get hit in the gut several times.

"I told you, I don't--" Filbrick panted.

"Hey!" Stan burst through the doorway and the three men whipped around. Aldo let go of Filbrick's shirt and he fell to the floor.

"Stanley, I told you to stay upstairs." He held his stomach and coughed.

Stan ignored him, addressing the mafiosos instead, "How much?"

"Oh look, the kid's got some chutzpah," one of them laughed.

"Leave him alone." Filbrick stumbled to his feet, but Aldo turned on him again.

"How 'bout I break your fuckin' nose, old man?"

Stan stepped closer, "Hey! The bail. How much?"

Filbrick protested, "Stanley, don't."

Aldo laughed, "I'll humor you kid. Four grand."

Stan pulled an envelope from his back pocket.

"I have five and a half here if you get out and forget this."

One of the other men came forward and snatched the envelope from Stan and quickly rifled through it. He passed it to Aldo, who clapped Filbrick on the shoulder, "See Pines, that wasn't so hard."

"Get the fuck out of my shop."

Stan locked the door once they exited. His father leaned on the counter, breathing heavily.

"Pop?"

No response. Stan picked his father's hat off the floor and handed it to him.

"Pop, who were they? Was that... the mafia?"

Filbrick took his hat, "You should have stayed upstairs like I told you."

"They were gonna hurt you!"

Filbrick just sighed. He started to dig around in his pocket, and pulled out a set of keys.

"If your mother asks, I sold you the car."

"What?"

"Take them," Filbrick held the keys out to him. "The El Diablo, it's yours."

Stan took the keys and turned them over in his hands a few times. "...Thanks, Pop."

"Not a word to anyone about this, even to Stanford."

"Okay... are you alright?"

"I'll be fine.... Well, what are you waiting for, a kiss on the cheek?"

[yall-batman-fanfic]

PTA Rivals | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician ft the Sandman

Synopsis: It's not only as Batman and the Phoenix that Bruce and Vivian face an adversary. Who knew PTA can be just as cut-throat, especially when you want to make your kids proud. This is a really, really long fluff.

Being called to attend the PTA was the last thing Vivian ever expected. Actually, she wasn't the one invited to the said meeting since she wasn't Dick's legal guardian. It was Bruce. The man did try to get Alfred to attend instead of him but Alfred made a good point about how inappropriate it is for him to ask the butler to attend his ward's Parent Teacher Association meeting. It was one thing to fetch the boy to and from school, it was another to be there in those meetings. What would the people and the school say? Bruce Wayne just took in the orphan for show? He needs to set an example.

Now, Bruce has attended many ones before and found them a waste of his time and often had to leave before these things ended. He would have gotten away with it if it weren't for that one nosy parent who “mentioned” to Alfred if Bruce was going to attend at all. Her words were, “He can't just throw money into this and expect everything to be okay!”

It was the first time in a while that Bruce got a long lecture from his surrogate father, hence his current situation of leaving the meeting early in Wayne Enterprise to attend Dick's PTA. But he wasn't going alone. As a request by Alfred, the man asked Vivian if she could accompany Bruce in the meeting to make sure he stays. His words were: “I am embarrassed to ask you this, Professor Pryor, but considering your declaration with Master Bruce about his role as a father to Master Dick, he needs a little guidance on how these things go. And from the both of us, I believe he'll find you more of a role model in these things.”

Vivian, who was having tea with Alfred in the kitchen that time, as Bruce and Dick were running around as Robin, said, “Role model. Can't say that's the right word for me. But I get you… no son wants their parents to meddle with how they're raising their kids. Sure, haven't really attended PTAs here, the ones I usually go to are from when my brother and sister were still at school and it's usually just, here's what they did now fuck off.”

Alfred laughed and offered her a sandwich, “I'd rather have that than the ones I've encountered when Master Bruce was still in school. Mothers here, specifically at Gotham Academy, are vicious and political. They'll do anything just to secure their children's spot in the best.”

“Huh, should have known corruption starts in schools too,” Vivian ate her sandwich.

“You have no idea, Professor.”

They both drank their scotch and Alfred poured them another. “Can I count on you to guide Master Bruce throughout the ordeal?”

“I'll handle it, Alfred, don't worry. What can possibly go wrong?”

“So many things.”

The PTA meeting was around five, just after classes and where the parents are out of office. Though Alfred have already asked Vivian to accompany Bruce to the meeting, she didn't mention it until Bruce invited her himself, not wanting to overstep her boundaries on raising Dick. She wanted him to keep his confidence about taking in the boy, and one of those is letting him reach out to her for help. She didn't want to be a hovering parent.

Holy shit, was she raising Bruce to be a parent too?

When Bruce arrived at Gotham University, she was already waiting by the entrance. It was raining then and she made a run to the car before he could come out with an umbrella.

“You got wet,” he told her.

“Nothing I can't fix,” Vivian said as she settled in with her seatbelt. “So, shall we?”

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” Bruce drove out of Gotham University and merged in the traffic. “I hope it didn't clash with anything on your plate.”

“It didn't, don't worry about it.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Why would I be? Despite my demon-hunting and occult phase,  I practically helped my dad raise my brother and sister. I attended these things too.”

He chuckled. “I can imagine you attending a parent-teacher meeting while carrying a cross and a pentagram for some reason.”

“Oh, I did one time. Just finished a job for Ric the Vic. Just used a coat to cover my clothes and attended the meeting while still holding a cross. I told everyone that it was for a play at school. We were doing Jesus Superstar, and I was Mary Magdalene.”

Bruce laughed. “I can imagine the look on their faces.”

Arriving at Gotham Academy, the couple parked near the gates. This time, Vivian waited for Bruce with his umbrella and the two of them ran to the building where the other parents sought refuge. 

“Whoah, you actually came!” Dick ran up to them.

“Sorry if we made you late, kiddo,” Vivian greeted him.

“You're not late, you're right on time. Thanks for coming with him, Viv.”

“Anything for you. Can we use the bathroom first? I need to freshen up before we head inside.”

“You look okay,” Bruce noted.

“Friendly reminder, my love, I'm just the girlfriend! Gotta look my best!” Vivian called out as she and Dick went to the ladies’ washroom and he waited outside for her.

“Is there anything I should know about before we go in?” Bruce asked Dick.

“Nothing.”

“Dick.”

“I swear! I didn't do anything that would incriminate you! Besides, when Alfred said that Viv will be in this meeting, I promised him that I'll be a good boy!”

“So, you'll only behave when it's Vivian, huh?” Bruce messed with his hair. 

Vivian stepped out with fresh makeup, hair fixed, and her clothes dry. No trace of rain or a long day at work could be seen on her.

“This is PTA, Viv,” Bruce told her.

“I know,” Vivian replied.

“You're all dressed up.”

“Come on, Bruce. I gotta dress up at least. Don't wanna make a bad impression, right? It'll reflect on Dick.”

He never thought of that.

“The incident when I brought a cross to my siblings’ PTA was a one-time thing. I promised them it would never happen again. That's why I always bring extra clothes when picking them up. One that doesn't have fuck the system written on my shirt.”

“You're a badass, Viv,” Dick laughed and walked with them to the room. 

The multimedia hall where the meeting will be was already lined with chairs with parents waiting for everyone to come in. Teachers were at the side interacting with the others there, and those members of the PTA board — Vivian thinks they're the board — were already seated at their table before everyone else. Hence, she thinks they were the PTA board. Unless they were the panel and all of them were going to do something to get on their good side.

“Mr. Wayne, you're here!” One of the teachers greeted him. Her smile reaching her ears and Vivian was sure there was a look of starstruck on her face. She didn't hold anything against her on that, Bruce was a Gotham celebrity, and very good looking. It wouldn't be surprised if every teacher and parent here had the hots for him. A single-dad. Well, single on paper since they're still just girlfriend and boyfriend. “I'm glad that you decided to attend today's meeting.”

“Wouldn't miss it. I hope it's alright but I invited Vivian to attend as well.”

The teacher's smile felt for a moment as she turned to Vivian, finally noticing her presence. “I wasn't expecting.”

“I know, I should have informed you about this.”

“It's not that, it's just odd to have a…”

“Girlfriend?” Vivian supplied with a smile, she still held Dick under her arms, hugging him from behind. “Dick mentioned that there's this big that's going to happen in school and he just kept asking if I could help out in it. I can't say no to this guy.”

“It's just uncommon…”

“Vivian has been a part of Dick's upbringing. They're close, and according to Dick, she's a far better study partner than me.”

“And she makes a really good presentation board too,” Dick added. “Come on, Mrs. Hallaway, Viv's great and she's practically a teacher and teaches class in a fun way. Maybe she's got some ideas that we could use for the school event. I mean, it is for Gotham Founder's Week, right?”

Mrs. Hallaway was unsure but how can she say no to Gotham's powerful celebrity? “

“Why not? But you'll need to register here — well, everyone registers, just for attendance.”

“Not a problem,” Vivian released Dick and took out her own pen and signed in. Bruce followed just below her name. “Well, we'll be heading in, kiddo. What about you?”

“I'll just hangout out here. I'll meet you guys once it's done,” said Dick.

“You sure you don't want Alfred to pick you up?” Bruce asked.

“I'm good. I'll see you guys later. Thanks for coming, Viv.”

Vivian smiled and messed with his hair, “I'll always be there for you, kiddo.”

“I know,” Dick grinned and left.

Taking their seats, Vivian got out her journal and pen, ready to listen. Bruce looked at her for a moment and Vivian caught his questioning look and said, “Come on. Didn't you bring one?”

“Not really.”

“Well, not everyone has a good memory like you. Don't judge.”

“I'm not,” Bruce had an arm over her back to keep her close to him. “I'm just… Dick's lucky to have someone who is willing to go all out, attending PTAs with a notebook. I've been going to these things and, personally, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do here.”

“It's your first time, Bruce. You're bound to make mistakes. Do you know how many times my Mom and Adam messed up for my school events? The old man brought ale for the drinks because he thought when he was assigned drinks for a school football event it was for the parents.”

“I haven't really done anything like that. But good for Adam to think about the parents. Did they drink?” Bruce asked.

“They had to make it look like they dispose of it but they hid it in paper bags.”

“And no one got hurt?”

“Not everyone is a lightweight, Bruce,” Vivian teased him.

“Funny.”

“Bruce, what a surprise!” A woman in a business suit appeared. “And you got the best seats.”

“Sharon Lawford,” Bruce greeted her with his face. He got up to greet her, with Vivian following his lead. “I hope it's alright if we beat you to these seats.”

“Well, it's not like we have a name written here, right?” Sharon laughed. “Oh, you brought a guest!” Her smile was also fake. “Professor Peters, right?”

“Pryor, but you can call me Vivian,” Vivian had a hand on Bruce's back and she pinched him. He discreetly took her hand and held it. Giving her a squeeze.

“What brings you here? Do you have a kid here too?” 

Is she serious?

“Yeah, Dick asked me to come today. He's been telling me all about Founders’ Day here in Gotham and the things you do and asked if I could help out.”

Sharon hummed. “I'm not sure if that counts. You're not a parent here, really.”

“Trust me, Vivian deserves to be here more than me,” Bruce said with the mask that he wore for everyone that wasn't his family. “The meeting's about to start. Why don't we sit down and get this started? I don't know about you but all had a long day and we want to get more things done.”

“You're right,” Sharon said. “But, no pressure, Vivian with the plans. This may be a little overwhelming for new comers.”

“I'm sure I can keep up. I mean, this isn't rocket science, right? And I've helped out in numerous Founders’ Week events in Gotham University,” Vivian chuckled.

“Well, this isn't Gotham University. These are children.”

“I got this, Sharon. Don't worry. Now, I think there are still seats back there,” Vivian pointed to the very back.

Sharon hummed and left with her acolytes. Some moms and dads who too wore those fancy business suits and had a smug look on their faces.

“So, she's the one that Alfred mentioned,” Vivian whispered to Bruce. 

“So, Alfred gave you the pep talk, huh?” Bruce had them both sit down. 

“Oh, yeah.”

The meeting began with a report on the last bake sale that was held to raise funds for the campus renovations, which was a success thanks to Bruce who bought everything and gave away the cupcakes for everyone to enjoy. While it was a nice thought that the kids would get free cupcakes, it totally beats the purpose of it. Donations to school are expected but Bruce should refrain from doing so often else people would think badly of him and of Dick. 

“You don't seem to approve,” Bruce whispered to him.

“We'll talk about it later. Is that why there were a shit ton of cupcakes in the fridge that month?” Vivian whispered back.

He only hummed.

“Who was it that made those cute Batman cupcakes, they were really good.”

“That was Alfred.”

Vivian turned to him in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“What?”

Following the report on the bake sale was the ranking of Gotham Academy amongst the schools in New Jersey. They weren't exactly number one but they weren't exactly low ranking either. This then led to the educational part which involved which book they should allow in the library in the very beginning. One of the parents mentioned stopping the addition of fiction books and comic books in the shelves so students could have more learning material. 

“Excuse me,” Vivian raised her hand, she stood up with her notebook. “Hi!”

“Hello, who are you?” One of the PTA board members asked.

“I'm Vivian. And before you ask — I'm here with Bruce Wayne, so basically my kid is Dick Grayson. I know that legal-wise he isn't my ward but he is the one that I’m representing here. About barring fiction books and comic books in the shelves. It's just that, if you're goal is to get the kids to read more, don't you think you should let them read something they're interested in?”

“Your point, Vivian?” Sharon asked.

Bruce glared at Sharon but Vivian continued, “You can't force kids to develop the habit of reading. It needs to come from them, and at this age, this is them exploring what they want. Also, yes, I'll admit, non-fiction is important. These are studies, facts. I've read many non-fiction books and published some too, but it's different with fiction. With fiction, people develop critical thinking and empathy. At this stage, it’s important that these kids develop those things to help them become decent and functional human beings. 

“Textbooks can only take you so far with facts and high GPA scores, but fiction helps build character. So, I don't think you should stop kids from borrowing those books because it develops their character.”

“But fiction can't get Gotham Academy at the top one spot as best school in New Jersey, Vivian,” Sharon said, still with her patronizing smile.

“Then how come Homer's works are still being taught in secondary education? In fact, why is Homer even still in the reading list when there are studies that show that the Iliad and the Odyssey are a collected narrative from orally told stories or that it could have been written by multiple authors passed on for generations.

“Or Dante whose work is actually a well written self-insert historical fiction of him being part of the crusade and then going through hell, purgatory, and heaven for Beatrice and his redemption.

“Homer and Dante are classics.”

“The Iliad and the Odyssey are historical fictions. And Dante is a self-insert historical fanfiction. And I have the right to say that because I studied Dante. If you’re going to take out fiction, don't be biased with the contemporary ones from the classics. Also, fiction can help kids be inspired on finding what they want to be in the future. I actually was inspired by a fictional character to pursue my career. And I think I'm doing well.”

“So, you want the kids to be demon hunters and witches and knights?”

“I have full faith that every kid has common sense, Sharon,” Vivian shrugged. “That's all that I got to say on the matter.”

“Thank you, Professor Pryor,” said one of the PTA boards. “We'll take into account your opinion on the matter with the books, and while you did make a good point, we won't be barring fiction in our library.”

Vivian sighed. To her shock, Bruce snuck a kiss on her temple which made Vivian slap his shoulder playfully. “We're in school, Bruce.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love watching you work?” He whispered.

“That wasn't work.”

His other hand went to her knee that was propped on her leg. “Still liked watching you and listening to you put down Lawford.”

Chuckling, Vivian leaned back and rest her head on Bruce's shoulder. She was a little tired from a long day with classes and meetings, and wanted to get some rest. She was actually a little hungry now. 

“How much longer?” Vivian whispered to Bruce.

“We haven't even tackled the Founders’ Week event,” Bruce replied as he rest his head on hers. “Are you hungry? I can head out and get you something from the vending machine.”

“I'm good. I wanna eat a real dinner after this… I'm craving for a cheeseburger.”

“Dick will like that.”

“Mr. Wayne, Professor Pryor, if you please,” the PTA board called for their attention. “We're still in the meeting.”

Vivian and Bruce sat up and apologized for getting too cozy, but Bruce kept his arm around Vivian and leaned closer so she could rest against him.

When the part on Founder's Day came, Vivian took note on every detail they were planning. She wasn't surprised that Gotham Academy was going full out on Founders’ Week, even GU has been hosting big events for one week — shops, plays, parties, fundraisers. All hosted by students and their organizations. But here, while the older students get to have their booths, those younger batches have their parents to do that for them. 

Sharon had the idea of another bake sale to raise funds for the school multimedia rooms.

Then there was the option of having a raffle. Then there was a marathon or obstacle course option. Or a dance. Not bad options but all would require the parents to do the heavy lifting. 

Vivian raised her hand.

“Yes, Professor Pryor?” 

Vivian got up again. “What about letting the kids set up their booths?”

“We're already doing that with the higher levels,” said Sharon.

“Don't get me wrong, those raffles and bake sales are a sure way to get donations but that’s mostly the parents doing the work. Why not get the kids involved.”

“They're too young to concern themselves with those things!”

“They don't need to worry about the money part, that's what we're here for, it’s just — shouldn't they be involved too? This is their Founders’ Week too, and I think they will be encouraged to attend and participate for that week if they see that they're part of building something.”

“And what do you suggest we do, let them run the show? It would be a disaster!”

“The PTA still runs the show, but give them a chance to think and create something that could raise money too. Let's say, a class has their own gig or a whole year level of them has a talent show, they can sell tickets. We buy a prize and whatever's left will be for the school. Or — I saw the art studio here and a lot of works there are really good. Or an essay writing content on ‘what is Gotham for you?’ and whoever writes the best gets featured on the newsletter. It would be nice if the kids there see that their art is being bought. It would boost their confidence.

“It helps them grow and teaches them how to create things and lead. That's what Founders’ Week is about, right? The five founding families of Gotham building and leading its people to create this city. It aligns to the whole message of the event.” Vivian covered her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips. “I am so sorry. It's been a long day, and I haven't had a snack or coffee since lunch.”

“Not to worry, Professor,” said the PTA board. “We'll take all of this to consideration. And maybe we can start with something different for this year's Founder's Week by letting the kids lead too. And much like yourself, I'm sure everyone is hungry and tired. We'll call this meeting to an end and send out the newsletter on what to expect for Founders’ Week.”

The meeting ended and Vivian got up, stretching. “I want a burger. Double patty and double cheese, and fries. I don't care if Alfred kills me for eating something like that.”

Bruce grabbed her coat and bag from her seat and said, “We'll make sure to go to that place you and Dick liked so much.”

Vivian was about to get her things from him when Bruce got it out of her reach so he could sneak a kiss on her lips. 

“Bruce!” She hissed.

“To build and to lead. That's a nice message for the kids to learn from experience,” said Bruce.

“Come on, admit it. You don't want another bake sale.”

“I do not.”

Just as the two were to leave the room, they were blocked by Sharon and her acolytes. Vivian had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, and to do that she held Bruces hand. 

“Hello, Sharon,” Vivian greeted with a yawn. 

“Vivian,” the woman said with a smile. “You had a lot of idea earlier, right?”

“Well, when Dick said he wanted me to give my input, I gotta at least give it, right? I hope I didn't overstep. I just get passionate when it comes to kids and their education. “

“You don't say… so, what is Gotham to you?”

“Yeah, that's just a suggestion. You can change that if you want.”

“No, that's an actual question. What is Gotham City to you, Vivian?”

Confused, Vivian turned to Bruce who shrugged. “Gotham City is my home. It's where my family is. And you don't give up on family.”

“Well, Gotham City to me is the children. Rather, their future.”

“Right… where exactly is this going?”

“You're not exactly a parent, Vivian, so you wouldn't understand how much pressure you'll be giving these kids to make them lead in this Founders’ Week.”

“Sharon,” Bruce warned her.

“Okay,” Vivian started pulling him out of the room and away from the group of parents. “Not in a mood for this. But don't worry, I doubt any of the things I said would even be considered for this Founders’ Week. So, don't get your panties in a twist, okay?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Bye, Sharon!” Vivian waved at her and walked away with Bruce. “Dick, get down from the catwalk or we're leaving you!”

To the surprise of the parents, Dick Grayson jumped down from the catwalk in the multimedia room with his backpack. He waved at them hello and then ran after Vivian and Bruce where he happily held the former's hand as he gushed over the plans she suggested.

“I hope they let us do a circus gig!” Dick said to Vivian.

“Don't get your hopes up, there are some people who likes to stick to tradition.”

“But if we do, promise you’ll come watch!”

“I will, kiddo.”

~*~

Vivian was at campus when she got a school newsletter and it wasn't from Gotham University. It was from Gotham Academy.

Shit.

They were pushing with her ideas for Gotham's Founders’ Week, and they want her to be part of the committee.

Shit. Shit.

Her phone rang, Vivian quickly answered it with, “I saw the newsletter.”

“I did too,” Bruce said. “Congratulations.”

“No, not congratulations. I have to do the work now. I got my hands full in GU's Founder's Week, I can't be a committee for Gotham Academy too! There's gotta be a way out of this, Bruce.”

A laugh.

“It's not funny.”

“It'll be fine, Viv. I'll be there to help you. See it as a way to boss me around. You'll be fine, Vivian. Dick's looking forward to it. If it helps I'll let him out on the night-shift for the next couple of days.”

“Aw, he'll do that for him? How sweet of the big guy,” Vivian teased.

“You'll be okay, Vivian. I promise, I'll help you out if you need anything. But I think you got it covered too. You spoke more than I do for the past PTAs I've attended.”

“You don't say. Fine, I'll help out, but it's gotta be after my classes and meetings. I'm saving up my Annual Leaves for that trip you mentioned.”

“Sure, but I'll be in and out then.”

Vivian snorted. “Yeah, I expect you to be.”

Bruce hummed at the innuendo she spotted in what he said, “I'll pick you up from GU later so you can attend the meeting tonight.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Bruce.”

“Thank you, Vivian.”

~*~

Bruce has seen Vivian in a dress, skirt, her favorite combination of earth toned tweed trousers and a shite shirt paired with her blazers, and even in lingerie or nude. He couldn't figure out why seeing her in those white sneakers, blue jeans, and a vintage rock-band shirt was so attractive. It was the most casual thing she's ever worn, that was probably the clothes she wore whenever they had a lazy day in the manor (well, she wears shorts at home than jeans). He's been watching her for a while now and would try to glance at her from time to time which would often get him in trouble with Dick. But, man, he wanted to come over there and kiss her nape.

“Ow!” Bruce winced, he glared at Dick who accidentally hit him at the head with a plywood. 

“Whoops. How about helping us with these plywoods than giving yourself wood right there. I don't think it would be a good image right here in school.”

Bruce hummed in annoyance and took the plywood from Dick. It was day three in working with the PTA to help the kids in setting up their booths and the events that they had planned for Founders’ Week. To ease the load on the students, each class was given a chance to vote if they want to do a whole-grade event or do it by class.

Let's just say, competition runs through the children's veins in Gotham as they opted for class booths rather than having to collaborate with everyone else.

When the results came, Vivian joked at the PTA, “Look at that, even here they're divided into gangs and would prefer to set up their own organized crime than team up.”

No one laughed. 

Well, Clinton laughed and said, “crime gangs, I get it. Good one… because Gotham has so much organized crime syndicates…” but then he was reprimanded by his wife. Clinton happens to be a GCPD Officer, so he gets it.

Dick's class opted to do a circus show, so they signed up to borrow one of the multimedia halls in a slot to make their show. Dick was ecstatic to perform again. He is a Flying Grayson, afterall. And he's pointed that out numerous times when Bruce found him danging from the chandelier. 

“I'm a Flying Grayson, I need to fly,” Dick told them when they found him up there.

Since then, Bruce built him a gym that would let Dick do acrobats. He never used the chandelier again. Thank god, Alfred almost had a heart attack when he saw the boy that day.

From the planning to the execution, Vivian was all hands on deck. She worked with the PTA board with planning the events, the schedules, and the criteria for winning these gigs.  It took a lot of convincing but she did get the PTA to agree that the prize is a day off from school for those who won first place, a half-day off from school for the second-place, and a free period for the third placer. 

“Kids would prefer to spend the day out of school than get food. Trust me, even college kids like that. They're brutal in those sports day events,” Vivian told them.

And just as she said, those kids roared in excitement to hear a day-off from school and were doing everything to win number one.

After a long day, Bruce approaching Vivian and took her bag from the bleacher and handed her a vending machine snack. Vivian sighed and happily accepted the snack.

“Where's Dick?” Vivian asked.

“He's still helping his classmates in practicing for their gig,” Bruce said as he sat next to her and pulled down her hair from its bun so he could massage her scalp. Vivian hummed in pleasure with the massage she was getting. “You did good today. You worked harder than any of the members of the PTA in this event.”

“No I didn't.”

“Yes, you did. Even at home you're going through your plans.”

“Everyone has their thing, Bruce.”

“Dick's lucky to have you… I know it's sudden, considering he's only been in your life for two years but how do you think of having a ward?”

Vivian turned to Bruce with wide eyes. “That's a huge step, Bruce.”

Bruce shrugged. “If anything happens to me, I don't want Dick to be placed in the system. He loves you, Vivian.”

“But what does he say about that?”

“Viv, you told me that Dick said that if I don't marry you, he'll propose so in the event of us breaking up, he's leaving with you. Along with the tights.”

Laughing, Vivian leaned in and kissed him softly. “Nothing is going to happen to you, okay? But yes. I love, Dick, and I'd want to have him with me on paper too since I'll be doing this a lot now. Less questions on who my kid is attending here.”

“You're not spooked by it?”

“No. But you're not breaking up with me, right?”

Bruce kissed her again and said, “Never.” He held her hand and held it tight.

“Bruce, Vivian,” Sharon approached them, making the two groan and then put up their fake smiles. “While we love to see… parents? I'm not sure what to call you both since you're not really married.”

“Your point?”

“While it's nice to see two co-parenting unmarried-couples setting an example on how a marriage is, we're still at school.”

“Right, sorry about that. It's been a long day,” Vivian sat up. “Anything else?”

“The other parents are heading out for dinner, and we'd like to invite you both to celebrate since we're all done with the preparations and all that's left are the kids who will be practicing for the next days until Founders’ Week,” Her tone and smile was enough to say she really didn't want them, rather, Vivian in that dinner. For the past few days, Vivian has been the talk amongst parents as the one to bring fresh ideas and the person they go to for questions. It was Vivian this, Vivian that. It was getting on Sharon's nerves.

“No thanks,” Vivian and Bruce said. 

“We kind of promised Dick that we'll be celebrating something when we get home. Alfred even prepared for it,” said Bruce.

“He did?” Vivian turned to him.

“Yes.”

“Did you know that I was going to agree to it?” She grinned.

“Yes or no, you deserve that celebration dinner for doing all this. Alfred's the one who insisted we have it. But with the news we'll be telling Dick, that dinner will be for him too. Hey, chum! Let's go!”

Dick waved goodbye to his classmates and ran up to Bruce and Vivian. “Got in trouble for PDA, again?”

“You can say that,” Vivian got up with her things.

“Sorry about them. I try to remind them that they'll be at school. I even made sure Bruce was at leas five feet away from Viv,” Dick told Sharon.

The woman only smiled.

“Let's go, I'm starving!” Dick pulled Vivian away.

“Okay, okay, kiddo,” Vivian laughed and left with her boys.

~*~

With her first PTA event being a success, and Dick's class winning that top one spot, giving them a day off from school. Vivian became active in those meetings as much as she could. But there were times when she had to tap out since she had a lot on her plate, or Bruce and Dick had a lot on their plate. 

When Dick was in high school, her involvement in the PTA lessened with her kid now running the show with his older classmates. And when he graduated, Vivian thought that was it. Her mom-PTA phase was done, until Jason came along.

~*~

As much as Vivian wanted to be part of the planning for Gotham Academy's Founders’ Week for Jason, she had her hands full. So, she promised him to be there in the event by attending his class’ performance and joining some games with him. It was easier now with Jason because parents didn't question her presence at school at all with her now being married to Bruce and carrying the Wayne name at the end of her name, and the fact that Jason is their adopted son. 

On Founders’ Week, Vivian and Bruce would leave work earlier to be with Jason and see all the things they did. That year, the school had a carnival themed event with students opening fair booths and feed talent shows for students and parents.

“Hey, Viv, let's try this out!” Jason dragged her to the shooting range booth.

Vivian gave Bruce look asking if he was alrigh with it.

Bruce leaned down and said, “It's a toy.”

“Principles.”

“I'll turn a blind eye today. For Jason. Besides, I’d play these games for you at fairs too, you know.”

“And win me a special prize,” Vivian grinned and paid the attendant with their bought ticket and picked up the toy riffle. Jason toon picked one up but needed a step to be the same height as her.

“Knock them all down before the timer runs out and you get the grand prize! Warning though, it gets faster,” the student told them. “Ready? Go!”

Vivian and Jason started shooting the targets, all of which are figures of Batman's rogues’ gallery. It was a little out of hand but they're kids. What was Bruce going to do? Vivian was fast with shooting down her targets with those BBs, and when it got faster, she picked up the pace and shot each one until the big surprise appeared. Joker.

She was startled by the sight of Joker's face that she completely froze. It was just a couple of days ago when she found herself getting caught in Joker's antics and if it weren't for Batman and Robin, she would have been jokerized or dead.

But Jason took out the Joker by firing at it over and over until the Joker's face fell.

“Congratulations! You won a Batman plush!” The student handed Jason the huge plush. He huffed and said, “How come there's no Robin plushie?”

“You okay?” Bruce asked her.

Vivian handed the rifle back to the kid and said, “Yeah. Just – they did a good work with the final boss. That's all.”

“Let's go play another game. One that's not inspired by Gotham's criminals,” Bruce suggested and took her and Jason to another booth that was far from the others as it involved a batting ring. 

This time, it was Bruce playing with Jason. The two entered the cage and were given bats. Standing in separate cages, the two glanced at each other with that competitive look in their eyes, and started hitting every ball that came hurling at them. Maybe it was the chance to win that special prize that got them so competitive or the chance for Jason to prove he was better than Bruce, which means he was better than Dick. Or maybe it was the sight of the Superman caricature plastered on the automated pitching machine that got both of them so damn competitive.

“Wow, that's all of the balls,” said the student. “No one's ever done that even in hard mode. You win this, I guess.” He handed Bruce and Jason the big prize: A Superman plush. The two of them said, “give it to the next one who wins.” And left the cage.

“Seriously? And I thought I was going to get the whole JLA set,” Vivian teased them.

Jason shrugged and then pointed to their next destination, “They got darts there. Wanna try that out?”

“Are you purposely outing me with my history, Jason?” Vivian teased him.

“Come on, Viv. Out of everyone here, you’re the coolest parent there is!” Jason laughed.

Laughing, Vivian followed Jason and went to the darts where it was mostly dominated by parents, well, husbands. Jason quickly handed three tickets to the student manning the booth and then gave the darts to Bruce and Vivian and himself. 

“You play, Viv?” One of the husbands asked.

“I played when I was a teenager,” Vivian admitted. “Gotten a little rusty.”

“Well, we won't hold it against you if you miss the mark.”

“301, right?”

“Yes.”

Vivian smiled then asked the student: “What's the highest score so far?”

“Seventy-five. It was Mr. and Mrs. Lawford who scored it.”

Sharon and her husband smiled at them. “My husband used to be part of the professional team then.”

“Okay. Seventy-five,” Vivian turned to Bruce. “We go zero.”

Bruce smirked. “Zero it is.”

Jason grinned and willingly held the darts for them.

Bruce was the first to throw, his darts hitting three treble 20s. When the husbands were left agape, Bruce said, “I think I still got it from my party days,” he shrugged. “Your turn, Viv.”

“121 left, huh… so I'll need a treble 20, a treble 11, and double 14 to win.”

“Yeah,” said the student.

“This is  just a game, Viv. Don't beat yourself too much,” said Sharon.

Vivian smiled and took aim. “You know, not everyone knows this but I was also a party animal when I was a teenager. Back in Liverpool, I'd go to pubs with my friends and we play darts while drunk. We'd mess up big time. Nicked the bartender's ear too.”

Many winced at the image, and Officer Clinton covered his ears.

“But we got better. And the manager was a sport and so was the bartender,” Vivian smirked and threw her darts. First hitting the treble 11, then the double 14, and then the treble 20, just close to Bruce’s marks. “And a zero. Still got it. I guess all those times playing in those pubs while drunk did get me somewhere,” Vivian said as she accepted the prize, which was a pizza place gift card. “I guess we're having pizza later.”

Jason cheered and took the gift card. “You're amazing, Ma!”

Stunned, Vivian and Bruce turned to Jason who was too busy trying to look for the next thing he wanted to do. Overwhelmed with joy, Vivian dropped all of her things and knelt to the ground, not caring if it ruined her pants, and brought him to an embrace.

“Viv, what the hell?” Jason blushed him embarrassment.

“You called me, Ma,” Vivian teased him.

Realizing what he did, Jason pouted. “Right. Sorry, it slipped.”

“Don't be,” Vivian kissed his cheek. “I love you, my sweet boy.”

Jason smiled and hugged her back. “You've always been my Ma, Viv.”

~*~

It was actually a science fair that year, and Vivian got to plan and attend for Tim for the PTA event in Gotham Academy. For the past few days, she's been hearing tinkering in Tim's room on a secret project that he refuses to let her or Bruce or Alfred see. He even put up a curtain at the corner of his room to hide it from them.

On the day of his presentation, it was odd to find him only bringing his bag and laptop to school.

“Where's your science fair project?” Vivian asked him.

“It's here,” Tim said, motioning to his bag and laptop.

“Hold on. All this time, it's in there and you went through the dramatics of setting up that curtain to hide it from us when you could have just,” she made a motion of closing her palms referring to his laptop.

“Trust me, Viv. It's way long bigger than you think.”

Vivian snorted and whispered, “That's what he said.”

Bruce turned to her with a narrowed gaze. “Really?”

“Not you,” Vivian reassured him. “It's something I remember an ex said. You, Wayne, live up to your promises.”

Bruce smirked and kissed her, “Maybe when we get home I could remind you of it.”

“Not saying no to that… Good timing too, now is my best time to get pregnant.” They have been trying for a baby for a while now, and after consulting a doctor about trying to conceive, the couple have been putting it on a calendar on when their best chances on getting pregnant were. Vivian has done everything to make it work — healthy diet and lifestyle, she cut out ale and coffee. Bruce too did his best, even if it meant getting longer hours of sleep and a healthier lifestyle than his usual. Nightwing was there to help him out with the patrols now, and Batwoman, and they were willing to take the nights he couldn't go out because he was busy… 

As Kate put it, “busy railing his wife.”

It made Nightwing and Robin shudder and told Batwoman to never say that again. Ever. They don't want to ever think or imagine Bruce and Vivian going at it. Dick was unfortunate to walk in on them one time and he ran out immediately. 

“You both are disgusting,” Tim told them. “Let's go before I vomit all over your… well all of this.”

“Right, let's go!”

Arriving in Gotham Academy, the group of four, Alfred came along, were met by Dick who wanted to see Tim's project as well. He was also intrigued to know what the kid had hiding in the corner of the room all this time. 

“I'll go set up, you guys don't go to where I am, okay?” Tim said and left with Bernard.

“Now I really wanna know what he has for his project, and it better be something good,” Dick said.

“I'm sure it is,” Vivian laughed. She hooked her arm around her eldest and they both walked around the venue. Bruce and Alfred were busy talking to the school director, leaving them to do what they pleased. “Say, Dick.

“Yeah?”

“Tonight, I was wondering if you and the others could babysit Tim?”

“Oh, it's that time, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Fine. We'll keep him company tonight. Just try to keep it down when we get back and not in the basement.”

“You got it.”

“Holy shit, Sharon Lawford is still here? How many kids does she even have?” Dick said as they spotted the woman with a kid that looked a lot like her.

“I was also surprised,” Vivian muttered. “I mean, she's gotta be middle aged and yet she's still pushing out babies like it's nothing.”

Dick sighed and wrapped an arm around Vivian. She and Bruce have been trying for so long, actually they have been trying ever since they got married and still nothing. “Who knows, stick with your schedules and you'll find yourself with a little bean in no time.”

“Vivian, I see you're here and with Dick! Wow, you have grown since I last saw you,” Sharon Lawford said as she approached them.

“Yeah, not so little any more,” Dick said. “It's been a while Mrs. Lawford.”

“You moved to Bludhaven, right?”

“I did.”

“Are things okay with you all?”

Vivian took a breath and but in, “Okay. I see where this is going. Yes, everything is okay with all of us. It's just Dick starting on his own, and I think Bludhave is a good place to start.”

“With criminals walking around?” Sharon raised a brow.

“With it being close to us while still having the chance to live on his own. Besides, he survived Gotham he can survive Bludhaven.”

Dick snickered. “Right.”

“And, like I said, he's still close. The kid's got separation anxiety.”

“Speak for yourself, Viv! I do not have separation anxiety,” Dick laughed.

“So, what's Reggie got for his project?’ Vivian looked over Sharon's shoulder to get a glimpse. With the theme of the science fair being “Gotham Tomorrow!” the kids were tasked to research and build something that could help Gotham in the next decade or so or build something that Gotham could be. It was her idea to let the kids build something that could change the future instead of seeing volcano replicas and the solar system again — but to be honest, it was just an idea that she got at the top of her mind in the rush to get home because she was in her window and wanted to stick to the schedule with Bruce with their baby-project.

“Oh, Reg worked so hard for this. He got the inspiration from his father's work. As you know, Lawford Utilities has been aggressive in helping the water supply in Gotham,” said Sharon.

Dick and Vivian glanced at each other, knowing fully that wasn't the case. Batman and Robin were currently working on a case that involved some schemes with Mr. Freeze and Lawford Utilities. 

“What's it about?” Dick asked.

“Well, we wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now, would we?” Sharon did that annoying laugh of hers. “And what about Tim, what did he do?”

Vivian and Dick shrugged. “Who knows.”

“You don't know your kid's project?”

“He’s been secretive about it. I tried asking but Tim just kicks me out of his room and said that I'll find out on the day of the fair.”

“But how are you sure it's good?”

“It's Tim. The kid can do calculus problems for breakfast. He's got this,” Vivian shrugged.

“You have a lot of faith on Tim.”

“I have a lot of faith on all my sons. Especially, Tim.”

“Gee, thanks,” said Dick. “Looks like Bruce is giving you the signal. Better save him.”

“Right, see you, Sharon,” Vivian left with Dick and approached Bruce. “Thanks for ending that conversation.”

“No problem.”

“My love, is everything alright?” Vivian asked Bruce.

“Yes, but I did see you talking to Sharon, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything's fine. When is this going to start? I'm dying to see Tim's project, the suspense is killing me.”

When the event started, the judges went from table to table to see the works of the students. Some created researches with graphs and charts and 3D diagrams on their laptops on how they envisioned Gotham in the future, others made studies on how to help reduce Gotham's crime rates by an AI project (“What the hell happened to a normal science fair project? You know with the potatoes and wires and lightbulbs?” Dick whispered to her and Alfred). When it was Reggie Lawford's turn, the young boy showed the diorama of Gotham's water supply and a filter being used in Lawford Utilities to filter all the water to provide clean drinking water for everyone and can be accessed from the homes and public places too. 

“I wonder what Killer Croc or Grundy would think about that,” Dick whispered to Alfred as they watched Sharon butter up to the judges on how wonderful her son's project was.

“Not so well, I presume. Mr. Grundy is territorial,” said Alfred. “Ah, it's Master Timothy's turn!”

As the judges approached Tim's table, Vivian bent down and whispered to his ear, “you got this, detective.”

Tim chuckled, he turned to her and did their little handshake. “Thanks, Viv.” Facing the judges, Tim stepped up and with Bernard's and Dick's help they removed the blanket cover over his project. There was his project board, a required material for the fair, which has his study, then his laptop, and then a long black and slick mat on the table.

“Hi, Tim Drake,” he started. “And how I envision Gotham Tomorrow starts with this. Dick, can you kill the lights?” 

“Uh, sure?” Dick was confused but did what he was asked.

Only when the lights were turned off did Tim pressed his laptop and the mat lit up for a moment, capturing their attention and then it slowly built the image of Gotham in thin air using a hologram. The hologram got the city down to the smallest detail on every major island, the outskirts of Gotham, and the minor islands too. 

“Holy shit,” Vivian whispered as she looked at the hologram.

“Indeed,” Alfred muttered.

Tim's project was about creating better living situations for every Gothamite, and to do that he'll be using a device he created that would make power and electricity free for everyone to use. To do that he designed a device that would collect the kinetic energy from the actions of people in the streets by replacing all of the streets with what he calls “blocks” that would absorb the energy that movement makes. 

But that wasn't all, he’s shown that the device can also be used for windmills. Gotham has many uninhabited minor islands where they can place those windmills and make electricity accessible to all. With the amount of emergy it could store, they could start investing on turning public transportation to electric vehicles and slowly encourage people to go electric too, which could help lessen the smog that's covered the city for decades now.

That wasn’t all. Tim also tacked and showed the prototypes he devices for a new water system filtration with new plans that avoids Croc and Grundy's lairs. Then a new subway system that was far more optimal for the city. He tackled everything, about Gotham and built a new Gotham which was slowly showing on the hologram he created which became the very vision of Bruce for the city at the end of his presentation.

The lights were back on and everyone applauded him for his work. 

“And if you need proof of it working out, I got studies that covers the economy and plans on what to do first,” Tim handed the judges a binder.

“Right, thank you, Tim. We'll look into this,” said the judge and shook his hand as a congratulations before proceeding to the next. Poor Samantha Sullivan had to follow that with her agricultural project, which was actually an interesting take. But the girl was a little shy when ahe started presenting.

“That was interesting,” Vivian told Tim. 

Tim grinned. “They did say the future of Gotham.”

“Now I feel bad that I just randomly suggested the topic because I wanna go home early.”

“Good job, chum,” Bruce patted Tim on the back. “Making necessities accessible to all.”

“I could have used that when I was studying,” Vivian mused. “I'm proud of you, detective,” she knelt down and kissed Tim's cheek.

“Viv!” Tim blushed in embarrassment. “I gotta go and help Bernard with his presentation.”

“Yes, go!” Vivian ushered him away. Alone with Bruce, Alfred, and Dick, she sighed and said, “He's going to dominate the world, isn't he?”

“I have no doubt about it,” Alfred said.

“Better watch him, Bruce. You'll never know what he's got up his sleeve,” Dick teased.

Bruce only hummed in amusement.

Tim won first prize with his project and Samantha Sullivan the second prize. But Tim admitted that he liked Samantha's project and gave the girl the chocolate bars he got in the basket and congratulated her. 

As they were packing up, Tim helped Bernard with dismantling the diorama he made, and sa they did, Vivian and the others were happily eating the chocolate that Tim won.

“Well, congratulations on the win,” Sharon approached them.

“Sharon, it's Tim who won,” Vivian pointed out. “But, Reggie's work was nice too.”

“Yes, but I guess it does take advanced technology to wow the audience.”

Bruce frowned. “Tim's win isn't because he used a hologram pad, Sharon. It’s because of his idea. Samantha Sullivan won second prize with her project board and a pot of plants and an idea that was inspiring.”

“Right,” Sharon smiled at them but Bruce and Vivian could see steam coming out of her ears and nose. She said nothing more and walked away.

“She's got problems,” Vivian said as she accepted the chocolate that Bruce unwrapped for her.

“It's kind of sad though. I mean, it's not like you're doing anything, right?” Dick said. “Hey, I was holding onto this, but maybe Tim's idea can help lessen the electricity bill of the manor.”

“That's the point,” said Bruce.

“I know, if you add That device in your bed, you won't have to pay for electricity ever again.” He grinned mischievously at Vivian and Bruce.

Tim was confused as to why Vivian had Dick in a choke hold, and the latter was just laughing and saying, “You're only acting like this because you know it's true!”

~*~

Damian’s first PTA event was in his first year of high school. With his arrival, a lot has happened in their lives that PTA just didn’t fit her schedule to be active in. She was guilty in not being hands-on in Damian’s education, but the boy did tell her: “I know more than what America’s educational system can offer.” And he was true to his word on that. 

Straight As and a chance to skip a grade. Damian was far too advanced for the educational system but Bruce and Vivian were adamant to give him a taste of normalcy, just like their other children. Damian was the only twelve-year-old in high school, and the shortest  one of the boys too, but he made a huge shadow. One that intimidated and pissed off many of his classmates. And some parents.

Three sons and all excelled in everything and graduated with honors, but for Jason who never finished his formal education. And just as Sharon Lawford thought that this time, her children will take the spotlight, Damian Wayne comes along.

Yes, Sharon Lawford has another child to show off. Vivian and Bruce wondered how it was even possible, then the truth came out that the Lawford couple had a surrogate this time and wanted to have another child in hopes of saving their marriage.

“She’s fucking weird,” Jason muttered when Vivian and Bruce told everyone about it.

“I pity her for some reason,” said Tim.

“Don’t care, I’ll still take down her son in this match,” said Damian.

Despite being part of the art club, Damian also joined the football club as per recommendation by the coach. And it was that football match that Vivian helped the PTA in setting up. From finding food stalls and trucks, to the prizes, and even the uniforms, Vivian was hands on in hopes of making it up to Damian. 

And to piss off Sharon Lawford and her husband, Bruce paid for unlimited ice cream for the entire day of that school game.

“You don’t have to rub salt on their wounds, Bruce,” Vivian told him after learning about the donation from one of the moms in the PTA meeting.

Bruce shrugged. “He was looking at you during the setup. And I didn’t like the way he looked.”

“So, you bought everyone ice cream?” Stephanie asked.

“He was asking Vivian if they wanted ice cream for the game, and that he could go with her to look for a caterer or a food truck.”

“Creep,” Jason said. “I know where he lives.”

“Jason, you and Roy are not going to do anything, understand?” Vivian told him.

“Ma, come on! He deserves it!”

On the day of Damian’s soccer game, Vivian and Bruce went to his school with Alfred and Dick to see the game. The others were busy with their own classes and work to be there but promised to be at the celebration. Unlike in previous events where the couple wore formal attire  with their blazers and dress pants, this time it was more casual.  With Bruce in his simple shirt, flannel, and trousers; and Vivian wearing her Gotham University shirt back when she was still a student, a pair of jeans, and her favorite sneakers.

“You’re both actually here,” Damian said as he saw his parents standing at the side. “All of you.”

“Wouldn’t miss this game for the world,” Dick said and Alfred agreed.

“You took time off from work?” Damian asked his father.

“Of course,” Bruce said. “You sound surprised.”

“And if there’s an emergency?”

“Duke can handle it.”

Damian smiled softly but hid it as he turned to Vivian. “Wilson Lawford is the captain of the other team. I may not be captain but I plan to humiliate him in this game to get back on his father’s disgusting attempts.”

Vivian got down and said, “The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father.”

“Quoting the bible now?” Damian smirked.

“It’s part of the job,” Vivian laughed. “And, hey, I got every right to considering my track record with the divine and damned.”

Damian hummed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“While I do appreciate the thought, just have fun. Okay?”

“I will.”

“Good, now go and destroy them.”

Damian chuckled and ran back to his team. 

The game started as soon as all the players were lined up. Just as they expected, Damian was dominating the field with his tricks, and agility, though Vivian admitted that he needed to work on his teamwork, she was more pumped at the fact that Damian was playing a sport. Not the kind that has him fighting for his life but a sport that normal kids do at school and she couldn’t help but call out: “Kick their asses, Damian!”

Many turned to her in surprise, and while Alfred and Dick usually apologize for anything embarrassing or over the top she and Bruce does on campus, they didn’t care. They all cheered for Damian. Even Bruce called out: “You can do it, son! Go Damian!”

Damian made the kick but the goal keeper caught it.

Damian was not the only one stunned. His entire family was speechless. 

Did Damian Wayne just lose that goal?

The goalkeeper smirked and kicked the ball back to the field, to catch it was another player from his team. And it was there that they saw, the determination and how royally pissed he was.

“Oh, boy,” Dick sighed. 

“Oh, boy, indeed,” Alfred said.

“It’s okay, Damian!” Vivian called out. “You guys still got a chance!”

“I’ll go get us some ice cream,” Bruce said to her. “Chocolate, double scoop?”

“You know it!”

“Can you get me one too?” Dick asked Bruce, but the man only looked at him and his silence was enough to say: I only have two hands. And Dick sighed and asked Alfred what he wanted. Alfred said he was fine with vanilla.

As Bruce and Dick went to get ice cream, Vivian and Alfred watched as Damian tried to steal the ball from the other team, but as he did one of the players – Wilson Lawford – tripped him.

“Fou! That’s a foul!” Vivian called out.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you, Vivian?” Sharon mused as she approached where they stood with an ice cream cup. Her husband wasn’t far off. “I wouldn’t worry too much, it’s just a soccer game after all.”

“Sharon, you tend to forget that I got a dual citizenship, and that for most of my childhood I was raised in Liverpool. Football – not soccer – is the fucking center of English culture and society.”

She wasn’t startled with Vivian’s language, after years of working with her in PTA, she got used to it. “You played?”

“A little — kid, pass the ball, he’s open!” Vivian called out to the field.

“Like I said, this is just a school game. You shouldn’t put too much pressure on the kids.”

“Who says that I am?” Vivian raised a brow at her. “This is a relaxing game compared to the ones I went to.”

Bruce came back just in time with her ice cream with Dick giving Alfred the man’s vanilla cone. “What’s the score?” Bruce asked her.

“2 - 1,” Vivian answered and licked her ice cream. “Is that strawberry?”

Bruce looked down at his cup and fed her a spoon, while she let him lick on her cone. “I see Damian is still working on teamwork.”

“Yeah — Damian, pass the freaking ball!” Vivian called out.

“Ah, what a relaxing day,” Alfred sighed and watched the game.

“This is relaxing?” Dick asked. “Vivian looks like she’s going to pop a nerve.”

“Trust me, this is a relaxing game, my boy. All that’s needed is a pint and it would make this game even more perfect.”

“You got ice cream, Alfred.”

“It’s not the same.”

“I’m surprised Vivian didn’t wear her Manchester United jersey,” said Dick.

“She didn’t want to cause a scene,” Alfred snickered.

Half-time, and the teams were called back to recuperate and discuss a change of tactics. As they did, everyone was getting snacks from the stands and the food truck. She and Alfred decided to sit on the grass as Bruce and Dick brought the snacks, both happily enjoying the nice day and the game.

“I wish we get to have more of this,” Vivian leaned back on her elbows and sighed.

“So do I, Ms. Vivian,” Alfred said. “Would you care for an umbrella, Ma’am? It is getting a little hot.”

It was, Vivian was sweating with the sun above their heads but she declined. “Relax, Alfred. Take off the coat and enjoy the day.”

“I’m afraid I am on duty, Ma’am,” Alfred smiled.

“Today, you’re not. Please, at least take that off, it’s me who's suffocating just looking at you wearing that thing.”

Alfred got up and removed his coat and tie. “As you wish, Ms. Vivian,” he teased her.

“Aside from the fact that I bloody love football, I really want this to be a fun experience for Damian,” Vivian began. “I wanted this to be perfect for him.”

“I’m sure he appreciates your efforts, Ms. Vivian… from Master Dick, to Master Jason, and Master Tim, you have done a marvelous job to make their school life memorable… and I was not supposed to tell you this but when Master Damian saw you working so hard in the PTA meetings, he wanted to win for you.”

Vivian sighed with a smile. “But I think he’s enjoying the game… he’s not so pissed anymore after he scored three times. And he’s learning to pass the fucking ball.”

Alfred chuckled. “Indeed. It seems someone is enjoying the sight of your sunbathing, Ma’am.”

Vivian followed Alfred’s gaze and frowned as she saw Warren Lawford and some of the other husbands looking at her with those disgusting smirks on their faces. Then there were their wives who didn’t appreciate their husbands ogling at her direction. Rolling her eyes, Vivian got up and focused on the game.

Damian’s team won with him making the last score. The team roared in cheers at their victory and ran to get their trophy, but Damian didn’t join his team in the celebrations. He went to where his family was instead.

“Congratulations, son,” Bruce told him.

“I am so proud of you!” Vivian hugged him, not caring if he was sweaty.

“Good job, kid,” Dick smirked. “Why aren’t you there celebrating with your team?”

“I will. I just want to tell Mom that I had fun today, and thank you for helping making all of this,” said Damian.

“Don’t just thank me, thank your father too,” Vivian said.

“He just bought the ice cream.”

Bruce sighed.

Damian hugged Vivian again and then ran back to the others where he was called for a team photo, and to get their snacks. With the kids taking a break, the field was free, some of the PTA members asked if they could play a game. The coach didn’t seem to mind and offered to referee too. Bruce was forced to play after many of the parents called for the dads to come to the field, and when the numbers were odd.

Vivian wrapped her arms around Bruce as he took off his flannel, and then got on her toes to whisper in his ear, “Win this and you get a prize when we get home.”

Bruce smirked. “I got a lot at stake here then?”

“Yes, because if you lose, Echo and Ace are sleeping in the bed.”

Bruce hummed. “I’m concerned with how passionate you are with football that it’s borderline madness.”

Vivian chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Go kick their ass, Wayne.”

“You got it, Pryor.”

With the dads lined up the game started, and just as they thought Bruce dominated the field with his speed and agility.

“Is it cheating considering he’s Batman?” Dick whispered to Vivian and Alfred.

“He’s got a lot riding on this win, not surprised he’s giving his all,” Vivian grinned.

Dick turned to her. “Seriously?”

“And the fact Warren Lawford happens to be the goalkeeper, so Bruce isn’t going to hold back,” just as Vivian said it, Bruce kicked the ball and it zoomed to the net with a powerful force. So powerful that they thought Warren Lawford broke his fingers when he grazed the ball.

“Another win for team Wayne,” Sharon approached their little space.

“It’s just a game, Sharon,” Vivian told her.

“That doesn’t look like it’s just a game,” she pointed at Bruce.

“What can I say, we’re passionate when it comes to football,” Vivian shrugged.

Dick scoffed and whispered to Alfred. “Football huh?”

“But your son did good today. He stole the ball from Damian and scored most of the points for his team. He could be a striker.”

Sharon narrowed her gaze at Vivian. “Don’t patronize me, Vivian. Gloating doesn’t suit you.”

Raising a brow, Vivian said, “What? I’m serious. Your kid was good.”

“He lost this game to Damian.”

“It’s a team effort. It wasn’t just Damian. But seriously, your son was amazing in the field, and he can push this for college. GU is actively recruiting and they usually start scouting in this coming season. If he catches their attention, freshman or not, they might keep him in their records as a player to watch.”

“My son doesn’t need a local university to be his ticket to the big leagues if he ever wants it. He has far better opportunities with other schools. In fact, some high schools have already sent invitations for him to apply for them this next semester with his good track record in his academics and soccer —”

“Look out!”

A ball was hurling towards their direction, while Sharon ducked to get away, Vivian simply caught it with her foot, dribbled it a little to get its momentum and kicked it back to the field which Bruce caught in his hands.

“You don’t play, huh?” Warren Lawford said as he stopped before her.

“Not professionally or for schools,” Vivian shrugged. Turning back to Sharon, she said, “I grew up with a dad who raised me as both a daughter and a son.”

The dads’ game ended with Bruce’s team winning. As the man returned to their spot, he lifted Vivian off the ground, making her laugh. But he immediately placed her down before they were reprimanded for public indecency again. 

“I won,” he told her.

“Your team won — now I know where Damian gets it,” Vivian handed him a water bottle. “Had fun destroying Warren Lawford?”

“Very. Had fun shutting up Sharon?”

“Yes. I did.”

[reginrokkr]

Today I didn't do anything, but good news is that tomorrow will be the last day of classes before about a week and a half spring break for Easter! I'll do my best to resume replying to threads and send those IC thingies I owe you peeps, and I'll also try to chip away at the asks I have to answer also. Have a good evening, take care and rest easy ♥︎

[cornertheculprit]

something i think is equal parts funny and sad is that in the bad ending of 2-4 phoenix says that he never sees maya again, and then goes on to say that a few days later is when he hears the results of adrian andrews' trial. like if you look at the phrasing it seems to imply that he hit the streets the minute he left the courthouse and didn't see maya for 0.2 seconds and then was like "i'll never see her again" because she didn't magically show up in front of him and then started avoiding him to obviously deal with the fallout of an innocent person getting convicted for her sake. it's mostly sad though.

[martsonmars]

desperately trying not to have a panic attack about university hehehe

[23meteorstreet]

i have so much life shit i need to complain about right now but everything just comes out as a garbled mess

[baby-yongbok]

Home By 10

Boyfriend!Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre: Smut [MDNI] - dom!Bang chan x sub!Reader ✦ WC: 2k ✦ Summary: "I'll have her home by 10, sir" turns into "She isn't coming home tonight" ✦ CW: Unprotected sex, kind of rough sex, finger rimming (very light thumb in the ass action. very light), fingering, ass slaps, name used: Chan is referred to as Chris, baby/babygirl, my girl

✦Masterlist✦

Chris who meets your parents for the first time when you're staying at their place while your apartment gets some repairs done. 

Chris who your dad says has the firmest handshake he's ever felt and easily has him smiling seconds after meeting him. 

Chris who laughs when you nag at your dad to just let the two of you leave. He's still striking up conversation with Chris about his major and his plans for after university. Your boyfriend just smiles and answers, pushing up his glasses a bit while excitedly explaining all of the things that he has planned for after graduation in a few months. 

Chris who your mother keeps saying is so much better than your ex in looks and manners. You scold her for it when she mumbles it to you for a third time, hoping that your boyfriend didn't hear her but one glance at him tells you that he heard her loud and clear. 

Chris who smiles brightly when he shakes your father's hand and declares a soft “I'll have her home by 10, sir”. You almost believed it when he said it. Almost. But he's got your dad fooled. Hook, line, and sinker. 

Chris who opens his car door for you just as he always does. He guards the top of your head to make sure that you don't hit it and closes the door behind you. Just like he always does.

Chris who relaxes into the dark leather of his seat when your father closes the door. He sighs, smiling at you just as brightly as he did earlier. “Baby” He coos, rubbing his hand over your thigh. “Missed you.”

Chris who drives you all the way to his shared apartment for some alone time since his roommate is out tonight. He drops his keys onto his dresser and kicks his room door shut behind the two of you with ease. 

You sit on his bed, watching as he slips off his loose button up shirt, his hat and glasses. That's not the same man that was standing in your living room. “Well don't you look different?” You tease and he smiles, it's bright but his eyes are dark. “Do I?”

Chris who lays back on his bed and pulls you into his lap. “So what was it that your mom was saying?” He asks while playing with the lace at the hem of your mini skirt. “Something about me and your ex, right?” 

He smiles, enjoying the reaction he gets out of you. “You weren't supposed to hear that.” He leans up and kisses away your cute pout while lightly squeezing the plush of your thighs. 

Chris who only lets you deny answering him one more time before he stops asking and starts demanding an answer. “Baby, just tell me exactly what she said.” You huff a sigh, arguing that he knows exactly what she said. 

Chris tsks, tilting your chin up so that you can catch his dark gaze perfectly. “Ah ah ah, I wanna hear it come out of your mouth baby. Tell me what your mother said.” His hand slides up under your skirt, disappearing under the lace.

Chris who coos so sweetly when you finally comply “That's it, babygirl. So she thinks that I'm better than your ex. Better mannered, better looking, Is that right?” You pant in his lap, barely able to answer as his fingers work smoothly inside of you. He had his methods of getting you to talk.

“Words, sweetie, talk to me.” You moan out a broken 'yes', nodding with your eyes closed tight. “Do you agree, baby?” He scissors his fingers inside of you then presses up into that spot, that one fucking spot. “Do you think that I'm better?”

Chris who has you moaning 'yes' over and over again as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot. He's gripping your hip, guiding you to ride his fingers while he kisses deep red marks into your chest. “Yeah? My girl thinks I'm better? What am I better at, huh?” He whispers, nibbling on the shell of your ear. “Kissing you? Touching you? Fucking you? Tell me, baby.”

Chris who flips the two of you over and presses the side of your face into the mattress with a fist full of your hair. He scratches at your scalp with one hand while the other flips your skirt up. He groans at the view of your ass, landing a hard slap on each cheek. “You need me to show you that I'm better, baby? Need me to remind you who's been making you scream on their cock? You want it? Tell me you want it.”

Chris who pulls your panties down your legs and sniffs them before throwing them onto his nightstand. You aren't getting those back, you know that. He lands a harsh slap everytime you whine for him to fill you. He spreads your cheeks, spits down onto your tight asshole and spreads the slick down to your pussy with his thumb, cursing at the sight. 

Chris who teases your pussy with the head of his cock. He runs the leaky tip over your clit and up through your folds just to push against your entrance and repeat the process. You groan and moan his name, begging him with such a sweet tone that he nearly gives in. “Be patient, baby.”

Chris who sinks into you just a bit just to pull right back out with a distressed groan. He watches the way your cunt stretches around him, taking each inch smoother than the last. He teases you over and over again until he gives you everything in one smooth go. “Look at that pussy take my cock, fuck, baby.” 

He moans a sweet strangled sound, Something that you could listen to over and over if your own moans weren't so loud in your ears. He spreads your ass again, pressing his thumb over your tight hole and rimming it with the pad of his finger and pressing in just a bit. “So fucking tight.”

Chris who grabs your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh while he thrusts into you. He watches the bounce of your ass when your skin meets his, he groans at the jiggle of your thighs and the arch of your back. He throws his head back, moaning profanities through gritted teeth. 

“Chris, Chris, baby, harder please please, more.” You're babbling, drooling into the bedding and your boyfriend smiles, it's fucked out and cocky. His tongue dips out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips and drives his cock into you at a harsh pace, one, two, three times before stopping and holding you against him. “You gotta earn that shit, baby. You want me to pound you? Want me to fucking ruin your cunt?” All you can do is moan and nod, exhaling shakily. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back. “Fuck on me, baby. Ride my cock, lemme see you fuck yourself.”

Chris who holds your hair up into a ponytail while you fuck back onto him, you move your hips in smooth circles as you rise and drop your ass against him. He watches the way you move, the way your ass just keeps fucking bouncing. Your cunt clenches around him, your moans echo through his room and he convinces himself that you've earned a proper fucking.

Chris who lets your hair go, timing the drop of your head to the mattress with the snap of his hips so perfectly that it has you screaming into his comforter. He pulls you forward a bit, changing the angle just enough for his cock to bully your sweet spot. You're unraveling beneath him, moaning, drooling, fucked out and fucking pretty.

Chris is no better above you, he's moaning, grunting, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut in a nearly futile attempt to keep his composure. He takes each heavy moan of his name as a queue to give you more and more.

Chris who pulls you up so that your back is to his chest while he's still buried inside you. He smiles that cocky smile when you groan at the position change. His arm hooks around your stomach and his other hand finds purchase around your throat. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am, baby?”

He moves slowly, letting you really feel the way his cock drags along your walls before he resumes his previous pace. He feels like he's in your fucking stomach. It feels like his cock is splitting you open and your clit throbs at the pressure. “Louder, c'mon.” He grunts, squeezing the sides of your throat just enough to give you a head rush. “Don't hold back, baby, louder.”

Chris who can tell by the way your pussy flutters and squeezes him that you're getting close. “Shit, babygirl is gonna cum, yeah? Tell me how much better I am whIle you fall apart on my cock.” You whimper, babbling about how good he's fucks you but nothing you say makes sense. “Can't even fucking talk.” His hand goes from your throat to your chin to turn your head to the side. “Look at me”

Chris keeps his rhythm only faltering for a second when you clench around him. “Whose cock makes you cry like this?” He kisses away a tear as it falls then follows with a soft kiss on your lips. You swallow the spit thick in your mouth and whimper a pathetic ‘yours’. 

“Whose the best fuck you ever had?” He pounds an equally as pathetic ‘you’ from your spit slick lips and he smiles. “Whose cock are you gonna cum on? Hm?” 

Chris who doesn't even let you mumble another pathetic whine before he's bending you in half so that you're face down, ass up for him all over again. His hand stays on the side of your face, keeping you in place while his other hand grabs your hip. You're locked in. His thrusts are brutal, relentless. His black tee is between his teeth as he pounds you. Your screams echo and seep into the neighboring apartment but he doesn't fucking care. 

“C'mon, let me feel you, baby.” He reaches under you, strumming your clit like one of his guitars and you fucking sing like one. You cry out so beautifully that he can't help but harmonize with you. “Chris, Chris, Chris, b-baby m’ cumming.” You scream and he drinks it all up. 

Chris who can barely hold himself together while you tremble beneath him, gushing and creaming on his cock. “Holy shit, you're gonna make me fucking cum. This fucking cunts gonna make me cum.” He's messy, licking drool from the corner of his mouth and taking his turn at becoming a babbling mess. He grunts and thrusts and gets closer and closer to falling apart. 

“Don't you dare waste a fucking drop that I give you, you hear me? Take it all, take all my fucking - shit shit shit, I'm cumming.” He spills into you, eyes rolling back, bottom lip between his teeth and a groan so guttural it makes you moan. “You fucking emptied me, baby, fuck.” 

Chris who pulls out slowly and spreads your cheeks again to see your mixed arousal drip out of your messy cunt. He stuffs it back in with his fingers cooing a teasing warning. “I said don't fucking waste it.” He punctuates his sentence with an ass slap and you jolt at the sting. “I'll just have to keep filling this hole, huh? Gotta fuck you full until you follow the rules.”

He falls into a rhythm of fingering his cum back into you and ‘accidentally’ pulls another orgasm from you. He chuckles, low and seductive as he slips his fingers between his lips to taste the sweet mix. “That's my girl”

Chris who cleans you up. Changes his bedding then cuddles you against his chest. You're still hazy, breathing softly into him while he grabs his phone and unlocks it. “Babygirl” he calls as he holds his phone up and clicks a picture just as you look up. He checks the photo, smiling at how fucked out you look even after he's cleaned you up. 

“I'll send it to you.” He kisses your forehead, locking his phone. "You can show it to your dad when he asks why you didn't come home tonight.”

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ And I wouldn't marry me, either.

You were Azriel's mate, but it took losing you three times for him to realise.

[this is long. i'm talking 5k words long so i've split it into two parts. anyway, azriel is the best bat boy and no i won't hear anyone out. i'm so excited to write for him and hope you enjoy. it's very angsty but that's what i love. i hope i can write more for him and maybe other characters if you like. it's been a while since i've actually read the series so if any information is wrong, do let me know. also it was my first time using the term y/n and yes, i cringed NOT PROOF READ... enjoy]

warnings: references to sexual assault and references to suicide. nothing explicit but please don't read if this is sensitive to you.

Part 2 soon…

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The first, was the worst...

You were Rhys's half sister, the bastard daughter of his father. But when your mother had died giving birth to you, Rhysand's mother took you in and raised you with your brother and sister. You were so little and adorable that your sister loved you at once. Rhys did to, at some point of your life, you were sure he actually cared about you.

But when his mother and sister had died, his eyes shifted, he started to look at you with contempt. After all, you were only his half-sister. The worst half. He only kept you around because it's what his mother would have wanted.

And because there was no way Cassian and Azriel would ever let anything happen to you.

Besides, Rhysand knew when to use you.

Although Azriel was his spymaster, you were pretty good at staying swift-footed too. And you were frankly, very terrifying when you wanted to be.

You tread with power through the war camps, all of them looking at you as you went. All of their gazes wrecked with a predatory gaze. They either wanted to have their way with you, or kill you. Or both.

Rhys had said you could handle it, it was only supposed to be a check in. Cassian hadn't liked it, neither had Mor but it was Azriel who had almost- and for the first time- disobeyed his high lord to accompany you. But no, your brother wanted you to do this alone, so alone you would.

Just to show him you could.

'I can come with you,' Azriel had said, standing in your room as you tied your boots up. 'I won't even have to be seen.' At that, his shadows wrapped up your calf.

You smiled at them, as if they were his own pet. 'I'll manage just fine. Besides, i'm sure that's what Rhys wants, me needing a man.'

It had done nothing to calm your friend. The worry was still stuck between his brows, marring his handsome features. You'd held his cheeks, your wings hiding the two of you. His large ones (enough to swallow the both of you) over-lapped yours.

It was the last time you'd feel your wings.

The war camp wasn't as easy as you'd hoped. It was terror and horror in a place. You'd been to the court of nightmares, you'd gone to the slaughter of the spring court after they killed your family. But this, this was hell of another kind.

You had no idea how many days you'd been locked up, wrists bound in chains and hanging from the cell roof above you. Blood rolled down your arms from the force you'd tried to use to get them out. Your eye was swollen shut and your body trembled in pain.

All because they wanted to know your brothers secrets, and you wouldn't budge.

Your check was only supposed to be a day, but you were sure it had been longer. Days of endless pain and torture. Your uniform hung in rags of stripped material, your hair matted with blood and hiding your face.

You'd used the last of your energy to keep your walls up. You weren't anyone's mate, you didn't have anyone on the other end trying to feel what you felt. But should Rhys come looking (though you doubted it) you didn't want him to feel it. You didn't want anyone in your mind.

The gates opened with a sickening clash.

One of the Illyrian's knelt in front of you, his wings hiding those coming in behind you. 'Listen sweetheart. I don't want to make this any harder than it's about to get. All you have to do is tell us your brother's hide outs.'

You grit your teeth, staring down at the ground.

'So loyal, to a man who doesn't care if you live or die.'

Suddenly, your wings twitched as hands grasped them. Brute hands, the sort you wouldn't want touching any part of you.

Fear spiked in you, horror twisting your gut. 'What are you doing?'

'I told you I didn't want to get things messier, darling.'

You whipped your head from side to side, trying and failing to get a look at the assailants behind you. Your wings were being held apart, no matter how hard you tried to bat them away. You knew the sort of people they were, and what they did to girls like you.

That's when the begging started. 'No, no please. Anything. I'll do anything! Beat me, kill me, rape me, not my wings, please!'

'Anything?' the bastard asked, tongue poking out from his lips. 'Then tell me where your lord's hideouts are?'

You should betray him, you thought. He would never lose his wings for you. Perhaps it was stubbornness that kept you from, or maybe you were clinging to the last bit of love you want from him.

The bastard scoffed, 'anything, she says. Your brother has his own bitch wrapped around his finger.'

That's when they started hacking at your wings.

Your screams tore through your throat, blood spitting and dripping down your chin. Tears soon joined when they hacked away at the bone, the membrane, the flesh of it all. The three of them worked through your screams and your tears and your pain, tearing and cutting at it like it was nothing more than paper.

Not your whole life.

Let them hear you. You hoped your brother heard you, you hoped all and every court heard the pain.

Eventually, even you couldn't keep screaming. The only sound was the hacking away at your wings and the drops of blood.

'Now look at these beauties. I've got a perfect spot on my wall for these.'

They left you after that. There wasn't much more damage they could do. It already felt like they'd destroyed your life. You had never really thought about your wings, they were just part of you, as much as your wit or hair was. But they'd took it and now, you felt empty. Never would you fly with Azriel again, or use your wings to smack Cassian over the head.

Rhys, your dear brother, had took that from you.

The days blended in together after that. You were pooled in your own tears and blood, vomiting up anything they forced down your throat. No, they'd made it very clear they didn't want you dead. They just took pride in making it feel like you were.

At some point, you'd stopped reacting to the gate opening. You let them do whatever they wanted with you. Your wrists were still chained, arms still hanging up, your clothes hanging on your thin body in strips of dirt.

'No...' you heard a mumble. 'What have they done to you?'

Suddenly, the chains gave way and you lurched forward, with no strength to catch you. Luckily, you didn't have to, as strong and warm arms pulled you into his chest.

'Hey, wake up, look at me, dammit.'

Azriel.

You'd know the voice in the darkest days, in the pit of your worst nightmare you'd know.

You try to speak but your head's heavy, your lips are stone and your arms can't lift to hold onto him. You're exhausted, you're dying. The only thing you could do use all your strength to try to open your eyes.

'Please, please, look at me. You have to look at me,'

You were trying, you wanted to tell hm, snap at him, but you couldn't.

You felt Azriel shake, or maybe you were. Then, there was wet drops landing on your cheeks- you flinched.

'I'm sorry, i'm sorry. Rhys! Rhys! hurry up, please!' he was screaming. You'd never heard him scream before.

You heard the rush of feet at the cell doors, you knew it was your brother. You knew it from the presence of him, from the shuffling of feet and chocked sob. Your brother didn't cry, least of all for you.

'Her wings, oh mother, her wings,' said Azriel, his voice barley above that of a whisper.

Your wings. You didn't need reminding. They were gone, long and far gone. You were without a part of you, the very part of your soul that loved to be free. Never would you watch the stars up close or fly over everyone. Never race Cassian or make jokes with Az.

No, this would destroy you.

'y/n,' your half-brother called. 'No, y/n. Can you hear me?'

Your lips parted, mumbling. 'Hurts.'

Azriel's grip on you tightened. 'I know, we're gonna get you out of here, just hold on for me.'

You wanted to tell him you would hold on, you'd always need to hold on to him. That, no matter what he asks, you'd do it. To kill, to live, to breathe, to die.

And that's when it clicked. Amongst all the pain and the doubt. In your blood soaked clothes. In the fear you wouldn't make it, there was a tug. Weak and one-sided, but there. You knew you'd be safe with Azriel, knew you would always be with him.

Mate.

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The pain subsided to a dull ache, there and beating but not excruciating. You were warm and covered in a soft material. Nothing like the cell you'd been kept in. Your fingertips sunk into something soft- a bed. Your bed. It was familiar in its lavender scent to you and the silk wrapped around you gave you some semblance of warmth.

Your wings.

Even coming to consciousness was difficult. You were exhausted but light, without the weight of wings holding you down. You'd never realised how much you needed to feel that weight, to feel pulled down in order to be free.

Gone, all gone.

Your hand twitches around something cold, a shadow holding your hand, creeping up your side.

'You're awake, thank the couldron.'

It wasn't Azriel, master of the shadows. It wasn't your mate. Mate. The word replayed like a terrible song in your mind.

How dare the mother do this to Az. How dare he- nothing but loyal and kind- get stuck with a person made in darkness, who bled shadows, who's heart was so full of hate there wasn't room for love. They'd cursed Az, with you.

But luckily it wasn't him, it was Rhysand.

'It really happened,' you whispered, voice hurting from the screams.

He sighed. 'I'm sorry, i'm so sorry. We-we thought you weren't going to make it, you'd lost so much blood.'

In spite of the pain in your shoulders, you made a shift, turning from him as he ranted on about your condition.

'y/n... sister, please,' he said. He'd never called you sister before. He'd always been content to treat you just like you worked for him.

'Leave me alone.' you couldn't bare to look at him, couldn't bare to face him. The shadows at your hand grew heavier, as if more were piling on. You stretched your fingers away from them, trying to get them off you.

'Are you in any pain?' asked Rhys.

'Get out,' you mumbled.

The end of your bed dipped where Rhys settled, hand splayed on the covers, begging for your hand. 'y/n.'

'Get out!' you snapped, body tense and straining. You felt your wounds open up, blood wetting the bandage around you. But you didn't care. You'd happily bleed if you couldn't fly. A part of you, sick part of you wanted to be left there. It would be better than false sympathy.

Be better than your mate being disgusted.

'Get out!' you yelled again, voice tearing through an aching throat.

'I just want to help you! please, let me help you!' said Rhys, standing from your bed and walking around, trying to face you.

'I don't want your help!' you screamed. You reached for the closest thing you could, a jug of water and chucked it toward him. You aim was terrible, marred with pain and exhaustion. 'Get out!'

Though hesitant, Rhysand slowly started walking back to your door. He did it all looking at you, his hands out to show he wasn't gonna hurt you, but you didn't care. You went for the glasses next and chucked them but they landed against the door which he disappeared through.

Before it slid close you caught sight of Cassian , Mor and Azriel. All crowded, all waiting to see you.

You'd be happy if you never let them see you again.

'Can we see her?' you hear Mor ask.

'Give her time,' said Rhys.

The shadows at your hand grew heavier, darker, tighter.

'Go away!' you yelled at them. To anyone else, you probably looked crazy, screaming to darkness. But the shadows understood. They departed, slithering away and under the crack of your door where you could see the shadows of feet.

Tumbling from bed, you stumbled over and locked the door, leaning on it to and catching your breath. Your nightgown was starting to get sticky with blood all over again. When you closed your eyes, you pictured the cell, the rough hands holding you down, the chain keeping you up.

And the pain, it all washed over you. The hacking at your back, the sting of a slap. It hit you like a tone of bricks as you slid to the floor.

There was a knock, rattling the door.

'y/n,' Cassian. 'Please let us in.'

Us. You felt him on the other side. Your mate, his presence lingering. His shadows under the door, wanting to come in but keeping their distance.

He didn't know. It hadn't snapped for him, you could tell. It was one tug on your end, a chord in your heart. At least he couldn't feel what you did. At least you could shoulder it alone.

'Please.' his voice was almost your un-doing. He sounded so sad, so desperate. It hurt you just to think you were hurting him.

Tears streamed down your face as your curled your fingers into a tight fist. You assumed Mor had left with Rhys, leaving you there with the males.

Cass was always like a brother to you. Granted- a brother you had slept with once or twice- but he was your best friend. You'd always been close to him. But you'd always been good, a happy person.

You couldn't be that for them now, perhaps ever again.

It lasted like that for hours. Cassian and Az begging to come in, you curling into a ball with tears down your cheeks and blood down your back.

Eventually, they gave up. You couldn't hear them anymore and the shadows of their boots had disappeared.

Except Azriel's shadows that still lingered under your door. Maybe he'd ordered them to be there while they left you.

Eventually, you managed to find your footing on shaking legs. Your room was large, one of the largest. It was just as much a mess as it was when you'd left for you mission, clothes thrown over the place, books propped open on the pages you'd left them on. Everything was the same but could never be again.

It took you longer than you'd care to admit to get to your windows and throw the curtains close. Candles light at your request, the house looking after you as it had since you were a child.

You caught sight of yourself in the full length mirror. It seemed smaller, everything in the room felt too large and you too small, as if you were being swallowed by the expanse of it.

Your frame was small in the mirror, your hair disarrayed. Your eyes were red and shutting of their own accord from the tears that had drained you. The starving in the cells had made you look weak, made you feel weak.

And your back. There was no more looming black figures there, no more fluttering. There was just nothing. In spite of the ache as you lifted your arm, you felt around your back, feeling the hitch there, the lump from where they'd been torn from you.

You cry. You sob. You scream.

The scars were long and the nightdress was sticking to you by the blood you'd shed. All you could do, was hold yourself up as your body wracked with tears.

A breeze came from your windows, shadows tugging at the curtains.

You felt him before you saw him. You wanted to tell him to leave you but you couldn't talk without chocking. Without feeling like you couldn't breath.

Azriel had you in your arms before your knees could hit the ground. He fell with you, softening your body on the floor. His arms held you into his chest, his legs caging you into his body. His head rested on yours as he held you. He didn't try to talk, he didn't try to help. It was just him, you and his shadows.

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Azriel remembered dozing off with you, his head on yours. His arms holding you into him, as if it was up to him to keep the sadness away and take it for you.

Afterall, you were his best friend. He should have been there for you, and he'd failed terribly by letting you get hurt and your wings stolen from you. He could hate himself every day for it, for letting you down. But it would never amount to what you felt for yourself and that killed him.

He could see it in the way you cried, in the way you were already keeping everyone out. He'd rather die than let you go through all the pain alone.

When his hands had been scarred by his brothers, you'd help heal him, tell him about everything he still was and all the power he still held in his hands. In the worst days, when he didn't let anyone touch him, he let you.

It was always you.

Azriel wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, or how deep. He was sure he was still with you, still in your bed.

His shadows crept up on him, engulfing him slowly and whispering to him. Your name, just your name on repeat. It was enough to lull him back into sleep, to keep him calm.

Gone. Missing. y'n. Roof.

He shot up and ran fastest than he ever had in his life. It was as if he'd never been asleep but had been fighting a battle with the way he raced over.

He burst through the doors, the cold hight air hitting him.

You stood facing the stars, your bloody back to him. It wasn't as much blood as when he'd found you, but it was still enough to put a lump in his throat.

Immediately his shadows fell to you, cascading down your body and wrapping around your waist. There was a breeze in the air, pushing your hair back and exposing more signs of the pain and torture you must have gone through.

'I'm not gonna jump, if that's what you're thinking,' you said. You didn't even have to turn to him. The shadows probably told you enough.

'Why are you up here?' he asked, walking to you slowly and with careful steps. As if every step closer could you push you away from him.

'I'll never feel the win properly again,' you answered.

Azriel gulped down his own pain. You’d never sounded so small. ‘Can you get away from the ledge?’

'I'm not on the ledge.'

'You're too close for my liking.'

'Leave if you don't like it.'

'Don't do this,' he said.

'Do what?' you asked, folding your arms over your chest. You were cold, out in the hight but you wanted to see the stars. Needed to see them.

'Make me leave. Make everyone leave you. I know that's what you're doing. It's what you do every time,' you could feel him dawning closer. His shadows were all around you, almost drowning you.

‘Every time,’ you scoff, stepping down and turning on him. ‘It’s not every day you lose your wings Azriel! But don’t let me stop you from leaving, flap them and go!’ You yelled, unable to stop yourself, no matter how hard you tried. You didn’t want to hurt him, you just wanted to be alone.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

'You jump and I’ll catch you,' he said. He was a step away, he could just reach out and touch, just a gentle caress. 'I swear it, whatever you do, I’ll follow. I’m not letting you get away.’

He watched your back shudder as he reached out, brushing knuckles against your shoulder blade. He heard your sharp inhale follow.

'Don’t think I won’t follow, y/n.'

Finally, you turned around in his shadows. You couldn’t meet his eyes but at least you could face his chest.

His hands were gentle on your shoulder as he rubbed it gently. 'Can I get Madja to clean you up?' He asked.

You nodded as he led you away. You truly did not deserve your mate.

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Fifty-two years later...

When Amarantha had trapped the high lords of Prythian under the mountain, it hadn't be a conscious choice to follow your half-brother down. How Amarantha had allowed it, you weren't sure, but perhaps she wanted to use you just like her brother, or she thought it would bring more pain for him to see you suffer under there too.

You and Rhysand had barley spoke the last two years.

It had took you almost two months to heal fully enough to leave your room, another few months to face your family again. But even then, everyone knew something had changed in you. You didn't laugh as loud or smile as wide.

Rhysand was careful to ever let you out on a mission. Mor tried to take you out every night. Cassian spent all day every day with you and Azriel- he'd healed you better than any nurse.

Still, you had not told him he was your mate.

Still, you thought he wouldn't want it.

Still, you cared for your brother enough to not want him to go alone.

But being under the mountain, you could avoid your mate. At a painful price.

Until her. Rhys's mate. He hadn't shut up about her since he first met her, much to your dismay as you had to sit around and listen- having absolutely nothing better to do. And it only got worse when she turned up under the mountain. She was declaring her love for Tamlin- again, annoying your brother, and throwing Lucien into danger- which rather angered you. You had nothing against the ginger.

Rhysand had once sent you to find the girl to summon her as part of a bargain he'd made. He didn't want to go, he didn't want to look too forceful. You'd been lucky enough to find the two tangled up in each other against a cold wall, clothes ripped and hips moving together.

'Well, well well,' you'd intterupted.

Tamlin all but growled at you, but feyre was looking over you- evidently confused. She had no idea who you were. You, in your skimpy outfit that Amarantha kept you in (they all dipped low at your back, showing off your scars) and your eyes that were like a night sky.

'Amarantha's looking for her pet and Rhysand is looking for his. Honestly, i'd be a bit more worried if I were you. You know, considering Lucien still has an eye to lose.'

The two parted with your words as you sent Tamlin back to his master, the high lord glaring at you as you went. While Feyre tried to fix herself.

'Rhysand is over there, better not keep him waiting.' That was the first time you met her, having no idea how much trouble she'd be worth. The family that she'd become.

But Rhysand made sure you knew it all. From when the bond snapped in him and he'd stumbled. He ranted and ranted as they climbed out.

If only you were so talkative about Azriel. If only you could talk about him with your brother. But you'd tried not to painfully think about him. Climbing out of the mountain. It was all you could think of.

Maybe he'd have forgotten you? it had been fifty years. He'd probably realised how happy he could be without having to take care of you.

Rhys was allowed out of the mountain, he'd felt the breeze in his hair but you hadn't in fifty long years. You stood there a moment, bathing in the warmth as everyone left, as everyone ran off for their families and courts and the war that was inevitable. Eventually, Rhys offered you his arm. 'Shall we go home?'

He winnowed you there, on the balcony of your home. In a cloud of black smoke, the two of you appeared.

He went first, slipping through the doors slowly- like it could all be taken from them any minute.

You were hesitant, taking a moment to glance at the landscape behind you. It hadn't changed, not at all. The mountains were still there, everyone was still alive. Your home. In the last years it hadn't felt like home, but how could anywhere ever feel so close in your heart.

When you could find your feat again, you managed to slip through the doors. You were suddenly aware of how little clothing you were wearing, just enough to cover your chest and run down your legs. A chill settled down your back, your scars would be on show. What a way to great them all after fifty years.

Mor had her arms around Rhys's shoulders, crying into his shoulder.

Behind them you caught Amren, with something like tears in her eyes. You were just about to tease her before a body barrelled into yours in a blur of red syphons and your feet were lifted from the ground.

'Cassian.'

His arms tightened around you. You shoulder started to dampen with tears, his tears. The last time you'd seen him cry around you was when he'd seen a dog with only three legs. 'I'm keeping you on a leash from now on, stupid idiot.'

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, a smile gracing your lips. 'Is that a promise?'

He held you longer, tighter, not daring to let you go but at least settling you on the ground. He sighed against your head, controlling himself. 'He's missed you, you know,' he said. He was the only one you'd told, about your mate. 'Now that you're back, tell him. He deserves to know.'

Cassian slowly pulled away, holding you at arms length and smiling at you. He kissed your cheeks and then your forehead before parting to Rhysand.

Mor approached you next, slapping you in the arm.

'Ow!'

'Why would you follow him?' she snapped.

You blinked at her before she took you by the arm she'd slapped and embraced you, like a sister would. You dared not looking over her shoulder to find the one who hadn't come to you. Maybe Cass had got it wrong...

Mor pulled away, wiping at her eyes.

Azriel was as beautiful as the day you left him. His hair was the same length, he was the same height. He was just as you left him. It was hard to tell fifty years had passed on him.

And inside of you, tugging in your soul and heart you felt the familiar string of gold throbbing. But you still didn't feel that tug. You'd hoped it would have faded from you after half a year separated. Or at least have snapped for him. But no such relief.

He approached you, slowly. As if he was scared of scaring you away. But you just stood there.

His arms were delicate and soft around you as he brought you into his chest. He still smelled the same, cedar wood and shadows. Shadows that wrapped around you, shielding you from the rest of the room. They caressed you, head to two.

You held onto each other for what could have been another fifty years, but this time, it wasn't so painful.

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Although nobody wanted to part after yours and Rhysand's return, you were exhausted. A trip to Rita's could wait another night or two. The only thing you wanted to do was hide in your room.

Strangely, your room looked lived in. As if somebody had moved in since you'd left. A moment of anger replaced grief. Had they brought someone else and given them your room? but then you smelt it, Az.

Lying in bed that night, exhausted, you couldn't find sleep. You closed your eyes and pictured Amarantha. You'd never been afraid of her, you weren't afraid of anything. But you re-played the horrors. Watching servants beat Feyre, watching Amarantha use your brother and on the occasion, even you. How she flaunted. How the most powerful lords were weak.

Under your door, shadows seeped in, rushing across the room to you. You smiled, watching your hand disappear in their darkness.

'Azriel?' you called.

There was shifting on the other side of the door before he slipped in, clicking it shut behind him.

You sat up in bed, shadows moving with you. 'Couldn't sleep?'

He wondered in, looking around your room. 'Sleeping's been... hard.'

You rolled over, opening the blanket and nodding your head. You couldn't think about the bond, not yet. Not while he looked so.... ruined. Beautiful- the most beautiful person in the world, but sad. As he climbed in next to you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes, his shoulders slumped and his wings too.

His eyes scanned over you. You were in a thin and silk night dress that only brushed your knees, but the way he looked at you, mother you could've been naked. 'Fifty years,' his voice sounded barley controlled. 'Fifty years. You followed your brother down for fifty years? Why would you do that?'

You gulp. 'I would've done it for any of you. Except maybe Amren, she'd probably enjoy the peace for fifty years.'

You go to brush your hair back but Azriel seizes your wrist. He was angry. That's why his voice was rough and his chest rising and falling with barley controlled emotions. Could he feel it? your nerves, your lying?

'You left. You should've stayed, y/n, you know Rhysand didn't want you under there with him,' he said. 'For fifty years I haven't been able to sleep through a night thinking about the pain you must have been going through. After I swore to keep you safe, after I promised to catch you every time!'

'You couldn't have stopped me. You didn't promise, Az.'

His grip grew tighter. 'It went without saying.'

You looked around his eyes, seeing the pain and grief there also. Slowly, you brought your other hand up. He flinched as you took his cheek but eventually settled as your thumb ran over his cheekbone. 'I won't leave again, ok? I promise.'

He gulped, letting go of your wrist and looking down. 'I slept here,' he mumbled, but just loud enough to hear you. 'I couldn't sleep in my room. This was the only place I could rest.'

Your heart stuttered. Your hand dropped from his cheek. This man was your mate. Your mate. Your only love, whether or not the cauldron deemed it.

Azriel took your hesitation. 'I-i'm sorry, you probably didn't want to hear that. I've probably ruined your one place of peace-'

'Stay,' you said, before you could think of what you were asking. 'Sleeping wasn't exactly easy under the mountain either. I just trust I won't have to put a wall of cushions between us.' as if you wanted that. As if you haven't thought about his calloused hands all over you.

Azriel smiled and stayed the night.

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The third time he almost lost you, broke him...

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[lina-lovebug]

Sharkboy and his Shadow

Percy Jackson x fem! reader

Background: reader is the only child of Nyx, and has grown up with Percy. After being claimed, lots of kids are afraid of her, and reader feels alone. To 'help' Percy see the error of his ways, Luke and Annabeth come up with a plan.

_ _ _

"(Y/N) (L/N), daughter of Nyx, the Personification of Night, and Queen of Tartarus."

Ever since that day, (Y/N) had never felt so alone.

She grew up with Percy, always being by his side, and she felt lucky enough to see him be claimed by Poseidon. She was happy for him, and understood his rage at the same time.

But when she was claimed? There were no kids staring in awe or clapping or congratulations. There were only whispers amongst them, and stares of horror.

Because no one ever thought that Nyx would have a half-blood child.

She's Nyx. She keeps to herself, away from the affairs of Olympus and mortals.

So no one wanted to make friends with the forbidden girl.

Luke was still friendly, but it became obvious that he wasn't interested in being friends like before. Annabeth, however, still stayed by her side. She was the only one to congratulated her, and decided to explain to (Y/N) what this means now.

Not only was being a child of The Big Three forbidden, but being a daughter of Nyx? That meant more danger for everyone, and she'd become the main target for any monster who wanted her dead.

And to top it all off, she thinks Percy is avoiding her.

She hadn't seen him since she'd been claimed. She had seen him briefly during most days, but when she'd look and see him staring, he'd quickly move his gaze to the ground or the sky.

"If I thought that being a half-blood was so lonely, I'd never have come."

Annabeth felt bad for the girl, "it's not a choice, (Y/N). Nyx chose your dad for a reason."

"And yet all she's sent me is a fucking knife!"

(Y/N) yelled as she threw the dagger her mother sent her into the fire. Annabeth gasped, quickly retrieving the dagger with a stick.

The black dagger hadn't been damaged.

Before Annabeth could lecture the girl on damaging gifts from your Godly parent, she saw the tears in her eyes.

(Y/N) was angry. She'd been so angry that she started sobbing, sinking to the floor of her own empty cabin. Annabeth held her.

"I miss my dad," She sobbed, hiccuping, "I'm so alone. . .I miss Percy."

"Seaweed brain," Annabeth cursed.

Annabeth knew why Percy had been avoiding her.

Because he liked her.

Percy confessed this to Annabeth. He said he knew how important being claimed was to her. How she'd be the most sought after half-blood now.

And feared endangering her if he stayed too close.

"Tell you what?" Annabeth pulled away, "tomorrow, we'll have a girls night. I'll take you to Aphrodite cabin, and Silena will do your hair and dress you up."

She sniffled, "I doubt any of those girls want me there."

Oh, Aphrodite girls were secretly cheering (Y/N) on. They knew the consequences of having a powerful female figure in your life, but one that chose to never be present much.

"Silena does, and whatever she wants, the girls will follow."

(Y/N) didn't get much sleep that night, tears coming and going, and she only managed to find sleep when she thought of how Percy used to hold her. When they'd have sleepovers and she'd have a nightmare, Percy would always hold her until they fell asleep.

That's why she thought she was holding herself.

But her eyes deceive her.

With wide eyes, she jumped up but her head banged into the top bunk. The mystery boy awoke, asking if the girl was okay.

"Luke?! When did you-?! How?!"

"You're bleeding, (Y/N)," Luke ignored her sudden panic, helping the daughter of Nyx up. She checked her head and found some blood.

"What the fuck. . ."

Luke quickly dragged her to the infirmary, but not without notice. The few half bloods that were awake gasped, seeing Luke Castellan leaving the Nyx Cabin with (Y/N) in his arms.

And so did Percy.

"Hey, hey! What happened?" Percy called after them, catching up but hearing Percys' sudden urgency made her want to cry. He's been avoiding her for two weeks, but now he's worried?

"Put your hand on my shoulder," Luke whispered to her, and she gave him a look of confusion.

"Just do it, pretty girl," With an awkward blush, she nodded and, as a result, pushed herself closer into his chest.

"She hit her head. She'll be fine, go tell Chiron," Luke dismissed, leaving Percy with more questions than he had answers.

Why was Luke in her cabin? When did he get there? Why were you hurt?

Did he spend the night?

That last thought made the son of poseidon wish he hadn't been avoiding you all this time. It made him angry with himself that he let Luke become interested in you.

"So why were you in my room, Luke?" (Y/N) asked, holding an ice pack on her throbbing head.

"I left early this morning to check on you, and I know that Percy wanted to do that this morning. So, I figured that sharkboy might get a little jealous if he saw me in your bed," He explained with a shrug.

"Jealous?" She questioned with a scoff, "he's been avoiding me like the plague since I've been claimed."

"Did you think that because you've been claimed that he's avoiding you, or that he's avoiding you because he's scared he'll attract more monsters to you?"

"Luke, I don't have time-"

He cut her off, "it's bad enough that Percy got claimed the second day he got here. He's a forbidden child. Now, the girl he's been crushing on since diapers is the number one target of every monster out there."

"He. . .he doesn't like me like that," I said, feeling my face heat up.

Luke quirked his brow, "that's seriously what you got out of that?"

Despite her frustration and anger towards Percy, she could never despise him so much that her feelings would fade. She still cared about him and ultimately feared that her feelings couldn't be reciprocated.

"Look, if he doesn't seem interested or even the slightest bit jealous, I'll let you know," Luke knew Percy well.

In fact, Luke endured countless hours of listening to how Percy adored (Y/N). How Percy first realized that she wasn't just his best friend, or at least that's not what he wanted her to be. He wanted to be the one she sought out each morning - be the one she could lean on. As capable as she was, he still wanted to help her as much as he could.

He'd lift the entire weight of this off her shoulders if she asked.

(Y/N) had the beauty of the stars and Percy could spend the rest of his life happily staring at her.

"Okay," She nodded.

_ _ _

"Wait, I have two different outfits?"

"Of course!" Silena expressed, bringing out the second one, "this one is for our picnic tonight."

It was a gorgeous white dress that sagged off the shoulders, flowy and the top decorated with several types of flowers.

"Oh, okay," (Y/N) nodded, completely unaware that there would be no girls' night.

Just a really good plan to help force these desperate lovebirds together.

"If this doesn't get him staring, then he's blind," Silena concluded before popping on some lip gloss onto the daughter of Nyx. She could admit, she looked very pretty but her stomach became a bundle of nerves when thinking about how Percy may either ignore her and or she'd finally unblind herself to the longing looks of the son of Poseidon.

She walked out of Aphrodite cabin right as lunchtime came, and she received multiple stares as she made her way.

"How's your day been?" Luke came up behind her, swinging his arm around her shoulders.

"Honestly I still think you're crazy," She confessed, "Percy doesn't-"

He pecked her cheek without warning before whispering, "Look ahead".

And she has never seen Percy look so angry.

He clenched his tray with the fury of a God, denting it even as she looked at him. He quickly looked away, retreating back to his cabin.

Oh my God's. . .

"Percy likes me."

"Now, tonight-where are you going?!" Luke shouted as she chased after him.

She flung the door open to see his sea blue eyes filled with tears. "Oh Percy."

"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you," He immediately confessed, walking towards her, "I would never be scared of you. I'm scared of what my presence will bring to us. I'm already a target, and I didn't want to risk your safety. But I let Luke get close enough to. . ." He stared into her eyes, "I've liked you since we were eight, and I'm sorry I let my thoughts get ahead of my feelings."

"It wasn't my idea," She couldn't stand to see her sweet boy cry, "Annabeth wanted to make you jealous, make you regret ignoring me, but I didn't believe that you liked me. I never thought that you saw me as anything more than a friend."

(Y/N) grabbed his hands, "I like you, Percy. Gods, I've liked you since the first time you shared your mom's cookies with me. You're so kind, you're selfish beyond any God, and you're the sweetest. I was scared that my mother being Nyx might have pushed you away."

His hand came up to her face, "not even the Gods above could separate the two of us."

His eyes glanced between her eyes and lips, hesitating.

"Kiss me, Percy Jackson."

And he did.

The kiss was something out of a movie. She could feel the amount of love he had for her, one hand remaining on her cheek while the other held her hand. She leaned into him, and he seemed to chase her lips as she pulled away for air.

"Not everyone can breathe underwater," She reminded him with a smile.

"I think we might lose a friend tonight," Percy said, and (Y/N) frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Luke put his lips on my girl. I'll provoke single combat," He pulled out riptide, and her eyes widened.

He gave her a quick kiss on her lips, "if you don't see me tonight, I'm drowning him."

"Percy!" He ignored her calls as he ran outside, running straight towards Luke, who laughed before realizing that Percy wasn't stopping and started running too.

"Is that Percy?" Grover asked as she walked outside, hearing the shouts coming from the forest of Luke trying to calm down Percy.

"Yup. Call Chiron, he might water board Luke."

But after Chiron managed to stop Percy, they spent the rest of the night in his cabin exchanging kisses and unexpectedly receiving a gift from her mother.

"What's this?" She questioned as the owl flew off, the small package being addressed to both Percy and her.

"From your mom, it looks like," He opened it up, and a necklace with a Triton pendant fell out. Just as he picked it up, it transformed into a black Triton that was covered in black shadows.

"Holy shit!" Percy breathed out as (Y/N) grabbed the note that fell out.

"Oh Gods," seeing her reaction, he bent down and read the note.

"Oh," He observed the Triton, "well. . .at least we know she cares."

Break my daughters heart and I'll kill you with that very Triton,

From your mother, Nyx.

[ybklix]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

★ pairing: neighbor!chan x fem!reader

✦summary: You have a new life, in your dream apartment in the big city, your life is quiet, but suddenly your incredibly handsome neighbor across the door, Chan, decides to take you out of your comfort zone, you can't get him out of your head and you really plan to do something about it.

✭ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, masturbation, dry humping, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, videotape, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, slight dirty talk, aftercare.

word count: 7.7k

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You admired the place, happy, the movers did all their work, now you only had to unpack and arrange your new apartment, you had been dreaming of moving to a bigger and different city for a year now, you talked to your parents and siblings just for emotional support, and there they all were now. Your mother, your sister and brother, who were going to spend the first night with you.

The four of them decided to walk around the city for a while, eating and enjoying all the scenery and endless places you could just walk and walk to. You arrived late and exhausted to your new apartment, where only your sister wanted to stay one more night, your mother and brother had to go back to your hometown, where they all still lived, where you previously lived already alone as well.

“I'm going to be fine” you said to your mother as you felt her hug you tighter as you said goodbye, her big breasts crushing yours.

“Oh I know dear but now I have to catch a flight to see you, I'm not used to it” your mother said, in a high pitched tone as she pulled away from you.

No matter what, you would always be her baby, you were the youngest among your siblings, of which you had a very cute and close relationship with. You were always a bit overprotected being the youngest, you openly talk about things that cause you anxiety and you are a bit sensitive although you never express it as such, you like to make jokes and be sarcastic about it, you have a personality… quiet and quite relatable to others, that's why you create content videos on Youtube, mainly there you started, but you are in all your social media and you are something like a microcelebrity. That's why you could afford to live in the city of your dreams, in the apartment of your dreams and you were grateful.

Your mother and brother left, boarding that plane and you and your sister returned to your apartment where she kindly helped you unpack.

“I'll go check to see if I have my own mail space yet” you notified your sister, to which she shouted from afar okaaay.

And you walked out of your apartment, where as you crossed the hallway to the front, you found a male silhouette about to enter his apartment, for some reason you stopped a little to see him, wearing a suit with his jacket in his hand and his white button up shirt rolled up in his strong arms, he was handsome, you thought. He turned to see you too, smiled at you realizing you were his new neighbor and whispered kindly:

“Hi.”

His voice was thick and attractive, his appearance masculine, you suddenly felt in some type of way….

“Hi” you replied kindly smiling.

And before he could say anything else, you hurried your step to the end of the corridor, leaving. You didn't know how to react, you didn't expect to find a handsome man in front of your door while you were messily unpacking your entire apartment. He let out a chuckle when he saw your reaction but you didn't hear it.

[…]

“Agh, Y/N, I forgot my cell phone on the counter,” your sister said, already in the hallway, with her things ready to grab the cab downstairs to accompany her to the airport.

You rolled your eyes, looking for her phone but it wasn't where she had indicated, you got frustrated, the cab was waiting for you, and angrily said to her,

“Where is it? It's not here!”

But you received no answer, your sister ran into your neighbor across the hall, who was about to go out to do some shopping, she instantly smiled at him seeing that he was also handsome and your neighbor was as enchanted with your sister as he was with you. You on the other hand went to the bathroom, where your sister had previously been, finding her phone.

“We have to go now…” you said, locking your apartment and you were perplexed to see your handsome neighbor again.

He smiled downward at you, pressing his lips together, he had to admit that you were both pretty, but there was something about you that caught his attention more.

“He tells me you haven't introduced yourself” your sister spoke, looking down at the broad shouldered build of your neighbor and then back up at you.

“Well, I also just arrived recently for work. I'm Bang Chan, your neighbor” he let out a nervous chuckle, causing you to shiver, a good shiver.

You stared at him and greeted him with waving your hand, telling him your name followed by, nice to meet you.

“I think, you were about to leave so, I see you around” he said again.

You nodded and left with your sister, who was dying to talk and didn't until you got in the cab.

“Oh my god, he's really hot, you should go after him, if he doesn't have a girlfriend of course” your sister commented animatedly.

“Stop saying bullshit please” you replied, unwilling to continue the conversation.

The point was… you had never dated before, you were too picky and your love life was non-existent, but you liked being that way, staying at home with your cats, you even made money from complaining about how there is no one to get your attention, expressing it in your videos where thousands of girls around the world found you so real for speaking your truth. You just made your silly little vlog videos or anything creative you could think of, at the moment you were working on filming your move.

Your sister left, you stayed around the city until it got dark and you returned to your new home, you had to feed your cats and clean their litter, but to your surprise, you once again found Chan taking the elevator at the same time. He smiled tenderly at you as you both were about to press the button, he let you do it and you waited, until you both got in alone.

“I guess we're always going to bump into each other now” he said again with his typical soft chuckle.

“Yeah, well, same building, same floor” you said nervously, really with zero idea what to say.

“Did you move into the building or in the city in general?” he asked, so curious to hear from you.

“From the city” you answered, looking straight ahead and only occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

The elevator doors opened, he let you out first and you stepped into your hallway.

“Well, if you need someone to show you around the city or help in any address, you know I'm in front of your door” he said, sweetly but something about his voice sounded so inviting, the way he spoke and that the vein in his neck stood out a little.

“Thank you” you told him shyly and walked into your apartment.

You couldn't help but smile… after so long you thought to yourself if, a crush, a fling of whatever with your hot neighbor would be worth it.

[…]

All the rest of the night you unpacked everything, almost finishing your apartment, you were tired but it was a nice spring day that you didn't decide to waste, so you went out to walk for a while, feel the sun on your skin, and feel again the minimal realization that there is a civilization outside, since last night you haven't stopped thinking about Chan, you even imagined how his apartment would be decorated by the way he was dressed, simple and in black. You imagined so many things, even his age, what zodiac sign he might be, everything. You hadn't felt this way about someone in a long time.

And, still in his apartment, Chan's younger sister put him in charge of taking care of the family dog, since no one would be home and she took advantage of the fact that her brother would be staying in the city for his job, so she left her with him. Chan greeted and petted the dog with affection and wanted to take her for a walk.

You arrived at the park near the block from the building and craved an ice cream, you felt the presence of more people but didn't take any notice, until when you asked, a familiar voice appeared behind you, sounding so sonorous that it rumbled your insides.

“Make it two, please” said that voice, you turned to see him.

It was Chan, you smiled at him, his skin glowed brighter as he wore all black and you noticed he had a cute dog on a leash, you honestly thought you saw it coming, he looked like an energetic guy who liked dogs more, you enjoyed the company of cats more, but you forgave him anything.

You quickly confirmed to the guy that it would be two ice creams so that he would take Chan's order as well. And, as he handed over the ice creams, he hurried to say.

“Can you hold them please, I'll pay” he said quickly, extending the money to the employee.

You couldn't even deny it when the clerk was already ready to give him the change when Chan said again, “Leave it like that, thank you.”

You walked a few steps from the ice cream cart, narrowing your eyes because you were bothered by the sun, still watching him, licked from your ice cream before it melted and said in a happy tone, “Thank you.”

“Oh it's nothing, it's just ice cream.”

“We meet again” you repeated amused, this time more relaxed and less shy.

“Yeah, well, same park near the building” he said, with a smile responding the same way you did last night.

You smiled back at him as you continued eating from your ice cream, as sweet, soft and refreshing as Chan's unexpected arrival, he looked like a cute guy.

“You have a dog?” you said to him, this time cooperating so that he picked up on the signals that you wanted to talk to him.

He looked at Berry, his little dog.

“Ahh yes, she's Berry, she's family, she doesn't live in my apartment but my sister let me borrow her to take care of her today.”

Uh, he has a sister, must be nice guy, you thought.

“I have two cats” you blurted out suddenly, blushing as you felt his gaze after he's seen the dog, “Their names are Edward and Lorelai. Berry is, a very cute dog” you said again, nervous.

You bent down to stroke his soft dog's fur with your free hand and stood up again.

Chan laughed, watching you, finding you incredibly adorable and began to walk slowly as you followed, “Edward and Lorelai?” asked Chan with a smile at hearing such names for cats.

“For Edward Cullen from Twilight and Lorelai Gilmore from The Gilmore Girls” you added, quickly and obviously, but you were a little shaken, you hadn't had an encounter with a cute boy in years.

Chan looked at you with admiration and amusement. You felt like you were in a movie walking with the attractive man in the park who bought you ice cream. Chan didn't take his eyes off you and without stopping laughing, and to have all those references, he thought you must have been young, you looked young, but living on your own in the city? Chan didn't know what it was exactly but he wanted to know more about you, he liked you since he first saw you, you looked just like today, a sunny, but not oppressive sun, spring day, with the green trees and the birds singing.

“I like cats too,” he replied, “But because of my work I travel a lot and it's hard for me to leave them home alone.”

“What do you do for a living…?” you asked without trying to be so obvious as you sat down on an available bench.

“I'm a stylist and creative director” he replied.

At this point you were so nervous you were about to finish your ice cream. You decided to play with him a little, to lighten the mood.

“Stylist in that outfit?” you joked.

Chan laughed genuinely at your comment, he looked and dressed so normal, all in black with a cap and sneakers and called it a day. You could notice his curls under his cap.

“You might be surprised how well I dress people.”

“Mmm who have you dressed?” you asked amused only to continue the conversation.

“It's usually celebrities, and occasionally rich people, I've worked for Jungkook, T-…”

You gasped in surprise which stopped Chan in his tracks.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to react like that, it's just, I don't believe you, you're fucking with me, right?”

Chan raised an eyebrow at your comment in such confidence, without wiping off his smile, his cheeks hurt from being with you so much.

“Are you a fan of his?”

“Oh no, just, everyone knows how great he is.”

“Well it's true...” he answered and you saw him go to his cell phone deftly looking for something.

He handed it to you, pictures of him sizing up the celebrity he had just mentioned and putting a jacket over him as proof, you opened your mouths in surprise that you are meeting a man who has direct contact with celebrities. You handed him back his phone.

“I work for specific brands or clients, that's why I travel, I work for Jennie Kim, Troye Sivan, that kid that's everywhere mmm, Olivia Rodrigo, Timothe Ch…”

Your heart stopped and your smile faded for a moment as he called Olivia Rodrigo a kid, you were pretty sure you were pretty close to her age… you wondered how old he could be. You also thought that looking like that, there was no way he wasn't dating a celebrity.

“Okay I got it, now you're just bragging” you replied amused to which he loved the way you teased him, “I think it's great” you said happily, “And also as a creative director?”

“Yes, I direct videos, I give concepts to artists, I usually work a lot for the K-pop world, that's why I'm hardly ever home.”

You looked at him closely, you were excited to meet an art-oriented person who was expert and passionate about what he does, someone intellectual who stimulated your inner self.

“If you dressed Jungkook, what the hell are you doing living in that apartment? I assume you can get something better” you joked again never to end the conversation.

You had already finished your ice cream and your hands were restless not knowing where to settle. Chan laughed again, showing his peculiar dimples, he kept laughing with you close by.

“I've lived in the building for a while now, it's cozy and a very nice place, isn't it?”

You nodded, “It's a nice place…”

“Besides…” he began to say apologetically, tilting his head a little and showing a full smile “it's a magical place full of surprises, just like your new arrival.”

You looked into his eyes and admired every part of him, unable to think that he had said your arrival was a magical surprise. Chan had already finished his ice cream, but he thought there was nothing sweeter that left his mouth like meeting you on a nice sunny day.

“So… you'll be staying here in the city?” you added curiously, since he mentioned he was hardly home, worrying you.

“Yes, at the moment I'm here working from home, I just came back from a business trip; but as soon as my client calls me, I have to go wherever they are” you saw him a little disappointed, promptly thinking that he constantly has to leave, until he spoke bringing you out of your trance, “And you… what do you do for a living?” he asked softly and incredibly attentive to what you had to say.

Your smile faded a little… it wasn't something you said out loud, you felt a little embarrassed but more so when he had a cool job and you… made videos for the internet.

“I make videos…” you said unsurely.

He raised his eyebrow, scared deep down that they weren't adult types of videos, he had nothing against it, but as someone as pretty and young as you, he couldn't help but feel disappointed if that's what it is, since he currently found himself so many girls making money from it.

“You edit videos?” he asked, somewhat alerted.

“Yes that too, well… I'm a YouTuber, not something I'd say proudly after hearing your amazing work history, but I also paint and sell my paintings and, I'm simply inclined to art, but for a living, videos on the internet. I'm also inclined to acting, I currently take online classes but since I'm in the city I really want to try my hand at an academy; you know everyone who thinks they're celebrities these days wants to put out music but I seriously think it's not my forte, I prefer something else” you blurted out suddenly, nervously trying to divert him from the main topic.

Chan laughed tenderly as he carried Berry to put her in the middle of you. He thought you were cute the way you wanted to excuse yourself, and almost sighed in relief that you hadn't been what he maliciously thought.

“That's very good, seriously, you can tell me you're a tiktoker and I'll understand, they make a lot of money nowadays” Chan joked.

You laughed, blushing that maybe it wasn't the kind of woman he was looking for, putting little part of her life on the internet. But you had him completely captivated, he couldn't deny it.

“So what do you do?” he said, you raised your eyebrows, “What do you tape?”

“Mmm little vlogs, things I come up with…”

“And what do you paint?” you looked at him surprised, that among your meaningless chatter, he did pay attention to you.

“Little flower paintings, I don't know, cute things” you laughed.

Cute things like you, wanted to say Chan out loud.

“And how can I find you?”

You widened your eyes in panic, but still told him sweetly, “Literally my name, just like that, I hope I show up.”

Chan stared at you for a while, so happy to have some time to relax.

“I'd love to direct a video, give you some ideas” Chan spoke slowly and seductively, not knowing what he was saying clearly, he just knew he was suddenly lost on you.

“I'd love to share your ideas…” you replied in the same way.

“I'd also love for us to go somewhere else but… I'm taking care of Berry” he mentioned, caressing her, you saw his big, masculine hands, surprising you a little, “Would you like to… have dinner at my place?”

You wanted to open your mouth in surprise, for the first time you would be going alone to a man's apartment, but you just nodded softly.

“You cook?” you asked, Chan nodded, “I also love to cook and bake” you said proudly.

He looked at you tenderly.

[…]

The evening progressed with more talk with Chan, getting to know him more and more, and of a delicious dinner he prepared. You were delighted, you were supposed to start shooting more content today but there was nothing better than spending the night in his apartment and, his decor was just as you imagined it, neutral colors, modern design and all tidy, the place smelled good, he smelled good, everything around him looked like a dream.

He came to drop you off at your door, balancing on your heels on the door frame, so close to him and admiring every part of his face, his cute little eyes, his full lips, you felt like you were in your own little rom-com. Chan leaned against your door frame, unwilling to let you go.

“Do you… want to see Edward and Lorelai?” you said nervously to which he nodded softly with a smile.

Chan watched you, you looked so cute to him that he wanted to squeeze your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he just said yes to every little thing you said.

Your cats were in your cat tree, you let Chan pass by, who slyly watched your whole apartment.

“Orange one is Edward.”

Chan approached your cats, you had a cute Halloween combination, orange and black, who antipathetic and yet alert let themselves be petted, after he spoke to them in a high pitched tone, with tenderness. He came up to you.

“They're very cute, just like you” he said and your cheeks grew warm, you blushed so often with him, you hated it when your body reacted like that, “Do you mind if… tomorrow we go to the park on a picnic or something?”

You frowned, hard to believe what he was saying but you agreed.

“Goodnight, Chan” you said goodbye to him.

Within half an hour Chan had started following you on Instagram where to your surprise you found that he had more than twice as many followers as you and his feed was as sleek and tidy as he was, filled with celebrities he worked for and the occasional photo of him; he for his part was delighted with the cute and cuddly side you showed your life on social media and, you also noticed that he had bought the 10 paintings you had for sale on your website.

[…]

“You bought all my paintings” was the first thing you said to him when you saw him.

Chan's smile got bigger, “I had to, they were really good, you can help me put them in my apartment.”

You looked at him, not sure what he was up to but you just knew you were quickly falling for him.

You both went to the park.

“All right, you paint Berry and I'll paint… you have to choose between Edward or Lorelai to paint them” Chan spoke.

You were both on your date, on a picnic he planned, you had had this kind of outing with your girlfriends but not with a boy, this was definitely your kind of date. You looked at Chan, who was still looking all manly with his strong legs showing in his shorts despite doing soft and sweet activities.

You sighed in surprise, “You can't make me choose between two of my children.”

Chan laughed, “Okay, I'll paint them both and then we'll show each other our paintings at the same time.”

You nodded, “Show me a picture of Berry.”

“And you of your cats.”

Amid laughter, chatter and complicit glances, you finished your works, showing them. Chan's painting was good, not the best, they were a little crooked, but it was nice and you appreciated it and yours, truly and effortlessly you had excelled, Chan looked at you with admiration as he praised your work, no doubt you were someone worth getting to know more.

You spent the day together, he walked you around the city and as you were united walking side by side in your wide hallway of the building, he said to you:

“What's a movie that you can watch over and over again without getting tired and... would you like to see it in my apartment?”

The next thing you knew you were having your first movie night date with a man, since he wasn't a boy. Slowly you brought your bodies together and shortly after the middle of the movie you couldn't help but admire him a little, his pronounced side in profile, his strong arms; you wondered if you should kiss him or would you look like an easy girl, you had just met him but you weren't much of a fan of the slow burn, at least not in real life, that could stay on TV and books, you wanted Chan now.

Chan licked his lips and noticed that you didn't stop looking at him and slowly turned to see you, you abruptly averted your gaze in embarrassment. Chan sighed and moved closer to you, making you more tense, not because it made you uncomfortable, but because you really liked him and suddenly your body was acting weird. You stopped paying attention to the movie and only thought about the time and the anxiety that was slowly consuming you, you wanted to kiss him but you didn't know how to get closer, you wanted to taste his lips to check your fantasies that he really had it all and kissed well.

Chan noticed it instantly, your nervous body, your light sighs, he was going to take a chance and if you rejected him, at least it would be worth it.

He came close to your ear and his plan wasn't to sound this seductive, he still said it in that tone, “It's obvious you're not paying attention to the movie, why don't you better come and pay attention to me.”

You almost moaned loudly at what he said, it was so cringe, it was so fucking sexy it worked for you, coming from him everything worked.

You turned to look at him.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

You nodded without measuring anything that was happening, you just watched his slightly illuminated face for the TV light and move closer to yours and suddenly you met his lips, Chan started to move them over yours, you tasted the softness and how smoothly his fleshy lips were, then slowly he moved closer to you, when you unintentionally held onto his shirt, he started to kiss you deeper, his prominent nose colliding with your face, both breathless but unable to stop, addicted to the feel of each other until you broke apart.

“Come here” Chan whispered to you taking you by the waist and inviting you to sit on him for which you complied.

You let yourself fall into his lap with your body facing him, your legs beside his thighs, as you wrapped around his neck, ready to return to your sizzling make out session. This time Chan kissed you more desperately and excitedly, groping your whole body and tasting your tongue, at this point you were already so wet, his big hand stroking your body and the exquisite sounds of his lips colliding and his altered breathing made you so hot.

And that's when, as you let your body fall slightly, you felt his notorious, throbbing erection in your center, you were shocked, you didn't know whether to stop or continue but you didn't want to stop kissing him and you were getting more and more turned on. You separated, you saw his swollen, reddish lips and an expression on his face that you had never seen before, it was his usual look of tenderness combined with dark desire. Chan couldn't take it anymore and in a thick voice whispered:

“Should we continue this… or do you want to stop?”

You bit your lip, if you stopped there was nothing good in return, just you going to your apartment embarrassed and with your panties wet, yet you were so curious about what might happen if you didn't stop. You nodded and he looked at you confused.

“We should… continue” you sighed.

Chan smiled and kissed you again, running his hands down your back, this time under your blouse, unhooking your bra. You pulled away from him a little terrified and excited and let him remove your clothes, he brushed his lips down your neck until he reached your breasts where he sucked them hard, causing you to moan, but Chan wanted to make you feel so good that he was only going to focus on you and your pretty moans, so he had to take good care and treat your bottom area very well.

He pulled away from you and stared at you as he unbuttoned your shorts and then slid his big hand down and started stroking your clit over your panties with his long fingers. You gasped again, ecstatic and happy to be attended. You kissed again as between sighs you felt the satisfaction of his fingers rubbing your spot, you were enjoying it but it only made you wetter and needier and that Chan saw it reflected in your awkward but passionate kisses and your constant moans.

“C'mon sweetie, take off his shorts so I can touch you better” he whispered to you, “Gonna make you cum.”

With your breath hitching and heart racing, you heeded him, quickly standing up and removing your tiny shorts to sit on his lap again, this time your wet center feeling the stiffness of his cock. Chan gasped, you raised your ass a little and he wrapped his arm around your ass, sliding your folds aside with his hands and seeking your entrance, pulling the fabric of your panties aside, he stroked you a little, sliding all your wetness down your hole and inserted two of his slick, long fingers into your soft walls. You gasped, it felt so good to have your pussy filled.

“Oh, that's it dear, you feel so good, do you like it?” groaned Chan sweetly to you in a whisper which you whimpered in response.

Chan started to ram you with his fingers making you let out soft little whimpers, it felt so good, you could hear the wetness of your pussy being fucked, you were a little embarrassed to be so wet but you couldn't control it, your body was going crazy for Chan, as he enjoyed your sweet sounds coming out of your mouth and how choked his cock was in his denim shorts, he loved feeling the tightness inside you with the wetness of your pussy slipping on his fingers and, in a gasp and shudder, you felt your orgasm filling your body, spilling onto Chan's fingers and dripping onto his clothes.

You were beginning to feel ashamed, when you felt Chan's hands grip your waist tightly and cling to his cock as he bit his lip.

“Oh, you're so fucking sweet, c'mon” he moaned, moving your ass with his grip around his cock, squeezing it.

You turned on again in seconds and you understood everything, the heat of the moment took the best of you and you unbuttoned his shorts, being you now the one who put her hand in his crotch, feeling his wide hard cock over his boxers, you were surprised, you squeezed and caressed, trying to reach his tip but it was a bit difficult to which Chan helped you a bit to pull them down, finally seeing his prominent package and his dripping precum on his clothes.... once again you acted out of desire and lust and pulled down his underwear, revealing his member so highly visually appealing and large, you began to stroke it, and instantly turned to look at Chan, who was panting in pleasure. Once again you were so aroused, you wanted to do so many things but you just limited yourself to positioning his cock between your folds and start rubbing yourself on it, rubbing your soaking wet pussy through the feel of the fabric of your panties, while Chan revelled in the sensation with soft mmm's and you held tightly around his neck, and between kissing, fondling and Chan's stimulation of your breasts with his mouth, tongue and lips, the sizzling act brought you both to orgasm.

Both of your bodies trembled, Chan whimpered an “Oh, fuck” and you felt his throbbing sex and warm cum shoot between your folds.

Both of you had heavy breathing and suddenly you fell to realize what you had done, once again the heat now took over your cheeks and you tried to hide in Chan's neck; he smiled broadly and noticed your reaction.

“It's okay, princess, look at me, hey, it was beautiful, I loved it” he said sweetly, trying to get your attention.

You looked into his eyes in sorrow and he confessed in a whisper close to your lips, “Is it wrong that... I just met you but I feel I like you a lot? I'll take you on every cute date so we can get to know each other better.”

[...]

And so, after that night began a frantic story between you and your neighbor Chan, who was a little older than you and a mature man with his life and goals set, but he loved to do little things with you and help you and then have a fiery scene of making out and touching, you love to caress his hair every time you kissed him and he liked to help you in recording content and he would tell you how he was going to help you to offer you more work with recognized brands and, as days went by there was this afternoon, where he helped you and was there watching you recording, you were a little embarrassed but little by little you got used to it, and for some reason, your outfit consisted of a very short white plaid skirt, which drove Chan crazy in seconds.

He watched you attentively, sitting on your couch watching every little shot you made with your phone, you were completely dressed up while Chan was comfortable in his sportswear and black sleeveless shirt attached to his worked and muscular body, he was crazy about your short skirt revealing a little bit of your ass and how pretty you looked, while you were messed up seeing his biceps and marked pecs.

You finished recording your silly video, feeling embarrassed having Chan's heavy gaze on you the whole time as he smiled downwards at you and hugged one of your couch cushions, finally he stood up and walked over to you, unable to control his urges and placed his hands on your waist exposed by your short top. You raised your gaze slightly and smiled at him, he wordlessly moved closer to you to kiss you which you accepted by wrapping your arms around his neck.

“That little skirt is kind of dangerous, I feel lucky to see it on you before all your followers” Chan whispered to you, his hands moving down to your butt and squeezing it.

You were surprised and looked at him mischievously, and he surprised you again as he carried you by grabbing your ass and kissed you again, taking you a few steps to your room; for some reason you were aroused, and it was that particularly his strong arms with visible veins were doing in your arousal something, you hadn't had something sexual since that night in his apartment, you thought maybe it was time for something more.

Chan sat on your bed, leaving you on top of him, this time you kissed more passionately and desperately, both in the same synchrony and idea of what was about to happen, completely devoted to each other. And suddenly, you had the idea of tasting his cock. You smiled and lowered your kisses down to his neck, slowly you rolled off his lap and got on your knees between his legs, Chan licked his lips as he understood immediately and let you play with him a little as you slowly removed his shorts; Chan reflexively reached out his hand and it bumped into your camera on your bed, and a dirty idea occurred to him.

Chan grabbed your camera, turned it on and prepared to record, recording you making eye contact and finding it so fucking hot to him holding a camera at such a promising angle.

“Oh yeah, c'mon babygirl, suck my cock, is this your favorite YouTuber? She's a little fucking whore, look at…. ahh” Chan started to say but was cut off as he finally felt your mouth on his glans, “Mmm, she's taking my cock so well.”

You smiled with his cock in your mouth and began to suck him off, sucking his length to feel your tongue and cheeks, making him feel so good that he even gasped pitilessly.

You loved the feel of him, his big cock in your mouth while your hands caressed the rest of his member and from time to time you played with his balls, making Chan whimper and shudder, who at this point downplayed the camera in his hand and enjoyed live and direct the image of you on his cock, Chan stroked your hair, the muscles of his thighs trembled and in a sizzling whimper, Chan cum in your mouth.

You smiled happily, licking the cum from his length and swallowing every liquid deposited in you. Chan stroked your cheek for a few moments and gently motioned for you to stand up, then gently laid you down on the bed.

Once again, Chan held the camera and recorded the filthy process of lifting your skirt and removing your wet panties, finally getting a full shot of your soaking wet, throbbing pussy.

“Fuck” cursed Chan softly and aroused.

You looked so exquisite to him that he thought the camera didn't do you justice, you were a thousand times better in person. You watched him with desire and pleading eyes, inwardly begging to feel his big cock fill you with more.

“Take off your shirt” you whined, you wanted to see his abs.

Chan smiled arrogantly, he dropped the camera drop on your bed and obeyed your command, you bit your lip, you wanted him in missionary to have him close and touch his marked abs. Now, you were so needy. He took your camera again, with one hand he put your knees together and lifted them higher in the air, he stopped holding your legs and you left them like that, watching his dirty act of filming your pussy, Chan took his big cock and rubbed it on your pussy, making you gasp.

“What a fucking dirty slut, so ready to get fuck, isn't this y/n, your favorite little internet person, oh she's so fucking needy for my cock, aren't you, beautiful?”

You gasped as you felt his cock hit your vulva and then rub it through your folds and labia. Chan spread your legs again and finally entered you slowly and, capturing every scene of your tight hole stretching to make way for his cock.

You whimpered, slightly trembling and trying to adjust to his size, Chan sighed excitedly finally at the feel of you inside and began to fuck you slowly and recording a couple of moments, then throwing the camera back onto your bed and pulling his body closer to you, where he sweetly gave you kisses around your face as he rammed you moderately, sliding expertly into you.

“Faster, Chan” you begged, to which he smiled, more than happy to follow your commands.

You arched your back as you felt his strong, deep thrusts, filling your entire pussy to the deepest part of you, his tip brushing your cervix without issue due to his size and you felt your body fade beneath his. You entwined your legs around his waist and hugged him as he continued to ram your pussy hard, his warm moans in your ear.

You were so close, you hugged him tighter and your thighs gradually lost strength, trembling and falling into a deep orgasm at the sensation of his cock moving inside you. Chan continued for a while and finally cum inside you, relaxing his exhausted body a little on top of you.

He kissed your cheek sweetly, pulled away from you and, as a final shot, filmed his cock coming out of your hole as he was doing the perfect creampie scene.

Chan threw the camera back and moved closer to your tired body, showering your face with kisses, appreciating that you still had little traces of him around your mouth.

“I loved that, baby, that was so good” he whispered sweetly in your ear, "The little skirts on you drive me crazy."

[…]

The next day you set about starting to edit your videos and found yourself…. with the grotesque and silly footage Chan had made of you having sex, completely worthy of a homemade porn video, morbidly you watched it again, video shots moving, Chan shaking and his heavy breathing in the background, which turned you on a little, his comments in his thick voice, you sucking his cock and then him rubbing it in your pussy, shit, you were so horny, you couldn't help but watch in detail how good his cock looked for the camera, doing it complete justice, you had a very good camera after all.

You sighed totally aroused and almost as if by magic, there was a knock on your door, you paused the video, luckily at a part where Chan put the camera aside and your sheet was recorded. And you ran to your door knowing it was Chan, once you saw him you jumped into his arms, he laughed and returned the unexpected hug.

Chan had brought you flowers, you thanked him genuinely and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he was so sweet, you liked him so much but just now you needed him so much too. You quickly put his flowers in water and in a vase in the center of the counter.

“What were you doing, princess?” he asked you.

You decided to be honest and quick.

“I was editing my videos and came across what you shot yesterday, honestly I'm horny.”

Chan let out a chuckle at your honesty and walked over to you.

“And who am I to say no to you when you're like that?”

You bit your bottom lip as your smile got bigger, once again you kissed.

“Mm, you should watch the video later, you look so fucking good” you whispered to him between the small moments you parted.

“Fuck, I'm dying to see how I fuck you, but it's better to always live it up” he gasped, so needy with his throbbing cock.

You both headed back to your room, where Chan subtly motioned you to sit on your bed and, he with no time to waste, lifted up your little wool pajama top to reveal your breasts and pulled down your tiny shorts you were wearing altogether, he knelt between your legs and began to give hot and loud kisses down your belly all the way down to your mons pubis, he quickly got rid of your panties, and spread your legs to give him a better view of your pussy.

You were so aroused at his slightest movement, Chan smiled at the image of your exposed pussy and murmured, “I'm going to make you feel so good, princess.”

And, for the first time in your encounters, he directed his mouth to your pussy, gently caressing your clit with one finger, making you gasp and shudder at the sensation of his mouth on your cunt.

Chan licked the entire length of your folds, unashamed and totally satisfied with your taste, you were getting wetter and wetter, giving more and more way for Chan to enjoy your soaking wet pussy with delicious slurping sounds, you gasped and let your head fall back, completely yielding and pleased. You looked back at Chan, whose face was buried in your pussy, his big nose bumping against your labia and his tongue licking every taste in you; you bit your lip and stroked his hair, Chan made eye contact with you, he was enjoying it so much that he would end up cumming in his pants without any trouble merely with the feel of your soft wet pussy in his mouth.

With his free hand Chan began to fondle your breasts, completely ecstatic with pleasuring you, giving your sweet whimpers in response, which encouraged him more and more. Chan bit your labia softly, licked and sucked and, withdrew his hand from your breasts, to lean a little and separate your orifice, appreciating how needy it was, to then insert his tongue and feel your insides, you gasped more intensely, relaxing your body completely and, after an exquisite series of movements on your pussy with his mouth, you came to orgasm, panting loudly and seeing stars, Chan had eaten your pussy so fucking well.

Chan was also so close and cursed under his breath as he felt cum in his pants as he savored your sweet, glistening fluid from your orgasm.

He raised his face, and saw you, both of you happy, your chest rising and falling trying to settle down normal, him licking his mouth still with your taste, but Chan's smile was instantly wiped off, he recognized the sound of the door perfectly, his apartment sounded the same, he stood up quickly alerted.

“Did you hear that? Someone came in, are you expecting someone?”

You looked at him confused and instantly remembered, your mother and sister were coming to visit you, you had arranged it days ago on the phone and you had already warned the doorman to always let your mother and sister in up to your apartment. You closed your legs immediately and hurriedly pulled up your panties and shorts, your heart racing. Chan also stood up quickly and headed towards your bathroom as you frantically motioned for him to go in there.

You came out with a smile, brushing your hair a little.

“Heeey” you greeted.

“Where were you?” said your mother going to hug you.

You felt a little dirty, a few minutes ago you had an incredible orgasm leaving a mess. Suddenly your mother heard a noise in the bathroom.

“Is anyone else here?” she asked.

“My… neighbor” you replied to which your sister smiled broadly, “the toilet wasn't working right and he wanted to fix it.”

“Oh, honey, but why him, is he a plumber? Let me see what's wrong with…” mentioned your mother ready to go to the bathroom but noticed your sister's complicit look, “Why are you looking at each other like that…? Is he the boy Kaia told me about?”

“Chan is here?” your sister asked smiling.

“You told mom about him?” was all you could say.

Your sister knew nothing of your encounters, really the last thing she knew about Chan was when he showed up in the hallway. With embarrassed steps, you made your way to the bathroom, opening the door carefully where a shy Chan stepped out, his face and hands clean.

“Is… the bathroom ready?” you asked him, waiting for him to catch on to what he did instantly.

“Ah yes, it was nothing really.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm Bang Chan, nice to meet you” he introduced himself to your mother who smiled at him and received the gesture.

Still your mother was no fool, she knew immediately that the two of you were up to something, or maybe you were in the middle of something. Your embarrassed faces gave both you and Chan away.

“Hi, Chan” greeted Kaia, looking mischievously at him knowing that he was also there with you for something and that the bathroom was just an excuse.

He greeted her shyly and your sister's attention focused on your laptop on the counter, she approached the laptop animatedly,

“Ohhh, you're editing a new video, what's it about?”

You panicked and ran to close your laptop, causing her surprise and confusion, if she pressed play she was about to see the pornographic home video of you and Chan. You almost dry salivated, so terrified.

“It's a very important and secret video” you replied, sketching a smile and looking quickly towards Chan.

It was kind of weird, but you had to explain that you were in a way, dating him.

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The Misteryous Visitor 4

Batfamily x batsis (platonic!)

Synopsis: Bruce finally confronts Damian, and hates how tonight's events seemed to turn out just to remind him what a terrible father he is. He felt like he didn't deserve you, and he wanted at all costs to avenge the injustice Talia committed with you two.

Warnings: Family discussion; maternal overprotection; Bruce has psychiatric problems and is mentally unstable, besides being very angry; mentions depression, post-traumatic stress and the like.

Word count: 3.7k

Note: I apologize for taking so long to post the fourth part. I was looking for inspiration to continue in other fandoms. Now I feel engaged again to continue posting

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

"She is not a secret." Damian tried to sound firm, looking Bruce in the eyes to avoid suspicion. But no matter what he did or how long he tried to maintain the lie, his father had already decided what to think about this enigmatic and strange situation.

"Hmm..." He let out a disheartened murmur, and the boy never thought something like this would happen, but he frowned with worry as he saw Bruce pour another drink. It wasn't like his father to act this way.

When Damian first met him in person at ten years old, he could have sworn Bruce and Talia were somewhat enjoying themselves that day, even with the barbs hidden in some exchanged sentences. Or maybe he was mistaken; after all, it had been so long. Perhaps he had preserved a false memory.

"How much have you drunk?" The boy asked with a disdainful voice, trying to hide that he was truly concerned.

"Why have you never talked about her? She is your sister, Damian." Bruce ignored the question but in a kind of silent acknowledgment, he rested the glass on the side table, preventing himself from getting drunk.

"Why are you acting like this? As if it's a big deal." He made a face of confusion. "Why do you care so much about this? She isn't even your problem. I won't stay here being interrogated because of her." Damian got up, taking hurried steps to the front door. He was running away, and he knew it.

"Where are you going?" Bruce stood to follow him, finally showing some kind of emotion beyond stoicism since they had been alone in the room.

"I'm going to wait for my mother outside. And when she appears, I'll come back to fetch Y/n. Then you won't have to see her anymore, ever again." Damian said, and although Bruce didn't know if in the last part his son was referring to you or Talia, he didn't dare ask for the detail.

"Why didn't you ask any of us for help when you found out she was missing? If she is someone so close to you, you could have talked to us." Bruce was speaking in that strange way again, like when he found out Jason was the Red Hood. He was hurt, and as if a whistle had snapped in his mind, Damian understood that his father was like this because of him. It wasn't Talia or how she always ended up causing problems; it was him. "You hid from me that you were still talking to your mother."

"And did I need to inform you that I talk to my mother?" The boy tried to maintain a haughty tone, repressing the urge to shout so that Bruce wouldn't see his conflicting feelings.

The truth is that it hurt to lie like this. It hurt even more to lie to you. Damian didn't show or openly say what he felt; his mother once told him that was weakness, but honestly, now he was disgusted with himself.

"You didn't need to inform me, but you made an effort to hide it!" Bruce didn't shout. His voice was grave, authoritative, and deep down had a tone of betrayal that had twice the impact of a shout. He seemed to reflect on something, and patiently Damian awaited a lamentable outburst, but just as he himself would do, Bruce was avoiding becoming emotional.

"I don't understand why, but you came to live with me and seemed to exclude her from your life because of us. She is your sister and didn't even know I am your father! You sent letters, which I'm sure you hid not just from me but from her too. And she ended up here in the middle of the night like a fugitive. Will you tell me again that all this has no reason?"

"Even if there were a reason, it wouldn't be your business." The young man replied harshly, and once again: it was a lie. It was his business. Seeing Bruce's angry scowl turn into a defeated look made one of his fingers tremble. Realizing only after saying something that what he did was wrong made a panic arise in his chest.

Bruce sat back in the armchair, giving up on the discussion once and for all. He felt so stupid for thinking he was succeeding in freeing his son from the League of Assassins' clutches, that he was doing a good job showing him he didn't need the blind loyalty Talia taught him to have. He feared that Damian would succumb to a villain's life, exactly as Ra's al Ghul wanted Bruce to be: cruel and ruthless.

Talia stirred bad reactions in him, and his sense of justice hammered in his head. How could he simply hand you back into her hands after you came here tonight? That woman was a bad influence on anyone, and it didn't matter if you were her daughter; you were a child. And wasn't that what he did with all his children? Took them from the streets and bad parents?

He wanted to vomit at the idea of allowing you to continue being raised by someone like her, among those people, but if he couldn't even change Damian, what could he do for you? Bruce couldn't force you to stay, but at the same time, he grappled with the internal conflict of corroborating that one day you would become like they. He is Batman, his duty is to protect. He should protect you too.

Bruce rubbed his eyes, feeling an intense headache and he day was already dawning again"Your mother isn't coming, Damian." He asserted, noticing that a long time had passed since they started waiting, getting up to return to his own room.

"You said we had a lot to talk about." Suddenly, the boy felt the need to prolong the conversation, if this could even be considered a conversation. It was as if they would never speak again if he allowed his father to leave.

"We don't anymore." Was cold, and that made the boy swallow hard. Bruce knew he would regret being so harsh, but at that moment, he wasn't thinking straight. The rational part of his brain was being dominated by his impulsive side.

Bruce opened his bedroom door with unusual violence. Lately, these episodes of anger were frequent, perhaps due to interrupted sleep; this damned insomnia was worse than in the last months. Alfred had already suggested he see a psychiatrist, but Bruce was sure he would leave there with a worse diagnosis than expected, so he avoided it as much as possible.

The butler once dared to mention that he might have some type of post-traumatic stress, but Bruce was stubborn and that led to an argument. He was a controlled man, but that day he shouted. The reaction was not unexpected, considering the tension from the chaos Scarecrow was causing in the city at the time, but Alfred was observant and knew the problems went beyond that.

The death of his parents was a delicate subject, and combined with the pressure of being Batman, Alfred saw Bruce become more obsessive, anxious, and even depressed over the years. Fortunately, the emergence of Dick was a break in the sad loneliness for him. And then came Jason, Tim, Damian, and things improved for a while, but the relapses still existed.

Bruce sighed as he admired his bed, wishing he could sleep again, but knowing he wouldn't be able to without taking another dose of pills, which certainly wasn't an option. Then he noticed your coat there. The garment had been left in his room, carefully placed on the arm of the room's couch.

He walked over and picked up the coat, rubbing the soft fabric with melancholy and noting how well-kept the garment was. It would probably be a good idea to return it to you; Would also be an opportunity to check if you were well accommodated.

Cautiously, he walked to the guest wing. Bruce thought he would need to check the rooms one by one to discover where Alfred had placed you, but a beam of light leaking from one of the doors indicated which one. He hesitated to turn the knob; it felt too intrusive. So, he knocked: three soft taps on the wood. He waited a few seconds, but you didn't come to open it, and he gave in to the act of opening it himself.

In slow movements, he leaned to look inside the room, without entering yet and checking if everything was okay. He saw your figure well wrapped in the covers, eyes closed and breathing in a consistent rhythm. You were sleeping, and the light he saw was the bedside lamp.

He entered, doing everything to control his steps, going to a chair to place the coat there. He felt the need to be gentle with the garment for some reason, handling the coat with such care, as if holding you in his hands.

He was envious of how pleasant your sleep seemed, wishing he could sleep like that too. He thought of turning off the lamp, but regretted it when he saw that his act interrupted your sleep. As soon as everything went dark, he heard the rustle of the covers, signaling that you had woken up. You stayed still for a while, staring at the shadow in front of you, knowing someone was there but too embarrassed to ask who it was, until the light was turned back on and you saw Mr. Wayne.

"Sorry, I think I woke you," he said softly, genuinely feeling guilty. "I brought your coat. I left it to dry better; it's still a bit wet," he continued, gesturing towards the chair.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," you replied groggily due to the minutes you spent sleeping. Thinking he would leave, you clasped your hands as if praying and placed them under your cheek on the pillow. A common but funny position.

"Call me just Bruce," he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at your face. He had a question stuck in his throat and thought it would be a good idea to start a conversation. "Are you okay?"

"I am. Thank you for letting me sleep at your house." you answered serenely, and he nodded in agreement. "And you?" You asked back. Bruce blinked, surprised by your question, realizing that your eyes were shining. The truth is he couldn't say how he felt, so he said what anyone would say: 

"Yes, I'm okay," he said, more focused on your face, knowing you might be uncomfortable with that but wanting to see you better. 

“Can I ask you something?” He seemed anxious, and you waited expectantly in silence, which he took as a yes. “Why did your mother separate you two like that? Why didn’t she tell you anything?”

You stared at a random spot on the mattress, feeling a pang in your chest at the memory. “She did, in a way. Mom doesn’t like you very much, Mr. Wayne. I think that’s why,” you said, looking back at him, seeing him raise his eyebrows in amusement; you corrected yourself with a gasp: “Bruce.”

“Did she speak badly of me to you?” Bruce was curious like a silly child, even though a serious scowl was etched on his face.

“Not exactly about you. Mom and Grandpa hate Batman.” By this point, you had already figured it out. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots between your family and Robin with him after a few minutes of reflection. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

Bruce let out a dry laugh, caught off guard. “Yes, it’s me,” he confirmed, and you shifted to sit more upright on the bed, excited.

“Is it true that you killed the Joker?” Your question made Bruce’s scowl turn puzzled. So that was the kind of rumor circulating.

“No, I didn’t kill him. He just... disappeared one day,” the same day Bruce thought he had lost Jason, and although deep down he wanted very much to have done it, he didn’t find it appropriate to admit that to you.

“I’m confused,” your voice became more relaxed, he thought it was due to the casual tone the conversation was taking. “If Damian is Robin now, what happened to the other one? He didn’t die, did he?” You asked the last question in a whisper, fearing it was true.

Bruce laughed at this. He had never thought about how people assumed Robin was a single person all these years. “No, he’s fine. You’d be surprised if I told you five different people have been Robin.”

Your eyes widened, and suddenly you remembered a detail: “There was a girl, wasn’t there? I remember seeing some photos in an old newspaper.”

Bruce was perplexed at how much you seemed to know about him, but in a good way. “Yes, there was a girl. She’s Batgirl now,” when he said that, your smile widened even more. It seemed like you were a secret fan, he would say, since in your own words: "Talia hates him" and Bruce knows she would hardly allow you to have such admiration.

But your smile faded, and that worried him for a moment until you spoke: “I didn’t know that man was Hugo Strange,” you looked at him with regret. “If I had known, I would have caught him for you.”

“Would you?” He asked, doubting you really could.

“Well... I would have tried,” you defended yourself, shrugging your shoulders.

“Very brave. But it’s good you didn’t do anything,” he said playfully, stopping to think for a moment. “Y/n, what did he tell you?”

He saw you wrinkle your nose in a grimace before answering. “I thought we met by chance. I was walking and saw a man smoking a cigarette on a corner. I was going to walk past, but then he asked if I needed help.”

“Which corner?”

“I don’t know, but it wasn’t far from home. I was trying to figure out the street on a map I found in the municipal library’s phone book,” you sighed, frustrated at not being able to give the information. “I ignored him, but he followed me. I got scared and started running, but he said he was a cop, so I trusted him.”

“Did he have a police car nearby?”

“He said he was undercover. But I don’t know what that means; I thought it was the same as being off duty.”

“It could mean that too.” Bruce saw your guilty expression, your lip trembling and your hands nervous.

“You don’t need to feel bad for believing him,” his larger hand enveloped both of yours like they were nothing. Were warm, and it was comforting. “I know Damian said horrible things, but he speaks in the heat of the moment.”

“It was not in the heat of the moment... He never just speaks,” your voice dropped so low it was almost inaudible. Your eyes burned, but there were no tears. Crying for your brother would be the last thing you would do again. “What was in the box?”

“What box?” He was confused by your sudden change of subject.

“Didn’t Dick give it to you?” You asked, feeling his hand move away from yours and touch his left pocket. What Dick had given him was a card and not a box. Maybe he had taken what was inside. “I guess he forgot.”

“No. He didn’t forget,” he quickly responded, snapping out of a stupor. A curiosity grew in his chest, a need to know what was in that card.

Bruce fumbled in the pocket where the card still was and pulled it out. He quickly examined the paper, turning it over to check the back for anything. For a long time, his voice was muffled, and Bruce could only hear a buzzing in his ear. It was impossible for those words to have any real meaning. His breathing became loud and shaky, as if he were in the cold, and you were startled to see his eyes blinking frantically.

“Are you okay?” You moved to approach him, seeing moisture suddenly form on his forehead. It was cold sweat.

“How is this possible?” You heard him ask himself, bringing his fingertips to his eyes, rubbing them to make sure he was really seeing. That card had left him unsettled, you realized, and hesitantly, you tried to take it from his hands to remove it from him, but his grip tightened at the feel of your fingers, so tight that it completely crumpled the paper. “Sorry. It’s nothing,” he stammered, seeing that the abrupt movement had scared you.

He got up from the bed, completely oblivious to you or anything else now. He staggered before reaching the door, very disturbed and seeming out of it. Maybe it was you who did something wrong and didn’t realize it?

He didn’t seem fit to walk, so you quickly removed the covers from your legs and went to him, supporting and guiding him to the chair where he had left his coat. He was very heavy, but he was so disoriented that he went limp. He seemed so shaken that he didn’t protest and simply sat there. You stood in front of him for a few seconds, not knowing what else to do to help him.

“Shouldn’t I call someone?” You asked.

“Dick,” he mumbled without looking at you, and that worried. It seemed intentional, as if it was too difficult to face you.

“Where do I find him?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of something, but Damian’s voice on the other side of the door caught his attention:

“Y/n, open the door.” You stood still, recognizing your brother’s voice, until he continued: “Mom is here. She’s going to take you home,” he said as a warning, opening the door after a moment without even asking. “Come on. Why are you standing there like a statue?”

He was perplexed when you didn’t respond, and then he noticed his father sitting beside you in terror.

“Dad?” He approached, kneeling to assess the severity. He was having another episode. Lately, Bruce had only been getting worse every day and still refused to ask for help.

“What happened?” Your brother turned to you, but your face already showed that you had no idea.

Damian tried to place his hand on his shoulder, but Bruce pushed it away aggressively. Your father would never act like this just because of the argument they had before, much less give him a venomous look as he did now, but beneath it all, there was hurt. He had found out about you, somehow.

He should have felt bad about how the news seemed to have been revealed, but he was relieved not to have to lie anymore. At the same time, he regretted choosing to cater to his mother’s whims once again, deceiving his father this way. But the omission had grown so much over the years he spent in the mansion and, after so long, it didn’t matter when he told him, the damage was already done.

Bruce wasn’t in a perfect mental state. He wouldn’t react like this normally, and knowing that, the man felt pathetic in front of the two of you.

“He asked for Dick,” you said to Damian, giving him space to breathe by stepping back.

“Forget Dick,” Bruce replied firmly, surprising. In an instant, he had a fit, and as quickly as he entered this state, he left it. Now, he seemed furious. “Where is she?”

This was a ploy by Talia and Strange. They were planning this together to hit him, a way to weaken him. It could only be that. It was too much of a coincidence Strange had found you just that night; nothing made sense. When had he and Talia gotten involved again after that day that led to Damian? He couldn’t remember and wasn’t good at recalling such old things. Maybe that wasn't even true. It was as if there was a big blank page in his mind.

“Get out,” Talia’s silhouette appeared at the door where she was leaning. Like most times when referring to the children, her voice was imposing, leaving no room for contestation. “Both of you.”

“You were supposed to wait downstairs,” your brother tried to contradict her. Despite everything he did for your mother, unlike you, he was the only one who had the courage to face her.

Her frown deepened at Damian’s defiance, but her stern expression softened at your trembling voice: ‘Mom...’ She sighed and opened her arms to you, casting a challenging look at Bruce, who returned it with an even harsher one, as she wrapped your smaller body than hers in a tight hug.

She knelt to your level, her hands gently brushing your cheeks and hair, noting how frizzy and messy it was. ‘Look at you. Your hair is all disheveled.’ She ran a finger down to your lip, grimacing at the cut there.

‘I’m sorry.’ Although less anxious now that you knew she wasn’t angry, you still regretted disobeying her.

‘My sweet girl,’ she said in a soft, genuinely affectionate voice. She kissed your cheek, casting that same malicious glance at Bruce again, as if provoking him. He felt a wave of nausea seeing her use you as a pawn just to taunt him. ‘Let the adults talk,’ she ordered, standing up and regaining her authoritative tone.

‘I’m staying,’ Damian protested. Leaving his father alone with her in his vulnerable state was a mistake.

‘Go and stay with your sister, Damian,’ Bruce was as harsh as Talia, but unlike her, he was seething with anger.

The boy closed his eyes in frustration but gave in, knowing it was useless to argue. He glanced at you, who had already walked out of the room and into the hallway. Damian was about to follow, but his father’s voice stopped him again:

‘She’s not leaving the house, Damian,’ his firm tone carried the weight of undeniable authority, with bitterness seeping through. The coldness in his voice left no room for warmth; it was distant. Bruce had finally gotten the push he needed. The possibility of you being his daughter gave him a sense of entitlement, and it made Talia’s arrogant expression falter for a moment; she looked apprehensive. ‘Do you understand?’ It was a question directed at both his son and Talia.

‘Yes,’ the young man replied simply, avoiding eye contact with his mother as he left. Damian paused in front of the door before fully departing, and his mother slammed it shut in his face.

He resisted the urge to eavesdrop and turned to look for you in the hallway, but you had vanished.

‘I deserve this,’ he muttered impatiently. You were avoiding him, and Damian couldn’t help but feel irritated at how childish that was. But he was one of the villains here; he was the one who lied, insulted, and rejected you. Realizing this filled him with shame, and unlike the first time, he repeated the words, this time with a tone of regret: ‘Yes, I deserve this.’"

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Hiii I hope you are well! I would like to request Cregan Stark x reader where he gifts her a direwolf on their wedding night and immediately regrets it when all her attention is on her new pet and not on him. Thank you 😊

this idea is simply so adorable, i love it!!

pairing: cregan stark x f!reader warnings: cregan being a little jealous, he needs attention (<3), brief mention of reader having had sex with cregan, nudity, reader's house is not specified but it's in the north, cregan and reader are a little madly in love words: 1.1k

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As a child, you had always wondered what your wedding night would be like. You had fantasised about the man you might marry, about the ceremony and what dress you would wear. Your mother had always assured you that you shouldn't dream too much about it, so the reality of things wouldn't potentially disappoint you.

Growing up in the most southern part of the North, you only ever ventured to Winterfell for a big feast. It was also the only time you were able to meet with Cregan Stark who happened to be the same age as you.

Your parents weren't oblivious to the fact that you seemed to get along well with the young lord and it wasn't a surprise to anyone when your marriage was arranged for years later. As you and him came of age, you had visited Winterfell countless times throughout your teenage years. Cregan had now accepted the title of Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, making you Lady of Winterfell after your planned wedding.

Despite your mother preparing you for the worst when it came to an arranged marriage, you were lucky enough to fall in love with the man you had to wed. Cregan was strong, but gentle and he loved to take you on long walks around the Godswood or even in the forest. His hands were calloused from work and fighting, but they always bore a comforting warmth when they gingerly touched your face.

Your wedding night had been a great feast and you seemed to lose yourself in each other when you were finally alone. The sounds from the people still celebrating downstairs had quiet down and so did the steps of guests returning to their rooms in the castle.

Cregan had wrapped his arm around you as you cuddled close to each other under the wolf pelts. You hadn't bothered to put on new clothes anymore, legs intertwined and your fingers moving over his strong chest.

Your husband planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, his hand gently moving down your spine. "I still want to show you something before we go to sleep, my love," he whispered, his deep voice leaving goosebumps on your skin. You tilted your head up, looking for his grey eyes as you were already wondering what he might have to show you in this moment.

You had already received so many gifts throughout the night, but nothing came close to spending time with Cregan, alone. "Now I'm curious," you chuckled and pushed yourself up a little.

His gaze lingered on your body for a moment and he didn't hesitate to steal a kiss from your lips before he climbed out of the bed. He grabbed his undergarments and a robe from the chair near the fireplace. It was hard to contain your smile when you watched the defined muscles in his back move as he covered himself up.

"Stay here. I promise I'll be right back."

Your husband probably wasn't gone for longer than a few moments, but you couldn't wait to see what he would come up with. You sat up against the headboard and pulled the covers over your body, impatiently staring at the door to your room.

After what felt like an eternity to you, Cregan eventually returned with a small puppy in his arms. A direwolf pup if your eyes didn't deceive you.

"You're joking," you gasped and didn't hesitate to open your arms, reaching out for the pup as your husband sat down on the edge of the bed. "You've been talking a lot about direwolves recently, so I thought this would make a fine gift for the new Lady of Winterfell," he smiled, placing the grey puppy down in your lap.

He was small, but his eyes were full with curiosity as it looked at you. "Is it a boy or a girl? This is wonderful, Cregan, thank you," you smiled, squeezing your husband's hand gently before stroking over the puppy's fur.

"It's a boy, but you can choose its name, of course."

It would take you a little to think about a suitable name, but that surely wouldn't stop you from cuddling the puppy all night long. The direwolf seemed to be content in your presence too as it cuddled into you almost instantly, looking up at you with its big eyes. Cregan watched you with a smile on his face and he took the time to drink a cup of wine and undress once more as you scratched the puppy behind its ears and made sure the wolf knew how adorable it was.

You had always admired direwolves and having your own seemed like a dream in this moment. You didn't even notice that your husband settled back into bed with you, laying down on the pillows next to you.

How much time passed until he broke the silence?

It was adorable to see you so happy. He wanted to see you like this for the rest of his life, happiness in your eyes and that adorable smile on your face. But he couldn't help feeling like he might have robbed himself of your attention for the evening and the following days. There wasn't any hard feelings of course, but he also couldn't resist you when you were right next to him.

While you were scratching the puppy under its chin, Cregan sat up next to you, one arm sliding around your waist. You could feel his breath next to your ear, a shiver running down your spine.

"You forgot me so easily," he joked softly, teeth grazing your ear. A giggle escaped your lips and you turned your head to him slowly, the still unnamed puppy stretching in your lab. "Is someone jealous?" You asked, coaxing a laugh from your husband.

"Maybe. A little. I want head scratches too," he grinned, taking your chin between two fingers and tilting your head more towards him. "I just want a few more kisses from my wife before we go to sleep." His voice got a little deeper with each word, his gaze flickering between your lips and eyes.

The puppy climbed over into his lap eventually, but you were too entranced in your husband's eyes to care too much about it. You brought a hand up to brush a loose strand of dark hair back behind his ear.

"Mhm, I'm sure I can arrange that," you whispered against his lips. Cregan closed the gap between you eventually, the kiss gentle, but passionate.

Even though you did continue to play with the puppy for a little while longer, he felt like the happiest man alive as his arms wrapped around you from behind, feeling your figure against him as he fell asleep slowly an hour later.

He couldn't wait to wake up next to you the following morning. And for all mornings to come.

[septimus-heap]

Literally my mum is being so weird like. She made arrangements with my nan that she knew for sure she wouldn't be able to go through with bc I won't want to stay overnight. And now is getting mad at me for not wanting to stay overnight and refuses to listen when me and my dad have suggestions for alternative plans. Ma'am I think ur just being stupid

[em1989ts]

𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

five hargreeves x reader

word count: 1.7k

part one. part two. part three.

summary: after discovering your husband cheated on you with his brother's wife, you run off to a different timeline using the subway, only to find a deli crowded with a familiar face.

author's note: this is my first fic that i'm actually posting lol, if anyone sees this i'll be totally shocked

“Just leave me alone, Five.”

You were speed walking down the steps into what looked like an abandoned subway, desperately trying to avoid the man you thought you knew, who was currently right on your tail.

“Not until you talk to me, y/n,” he pleaded, swiftly trying to catch up. 

“There’s nothing to discuss, Five,” you said in a cold manner. 

You just couldn’t speak to him. Not after what just happened in the living room with him and Diego. After what was just brought to light. 

You wanted to laugh, you really did, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. 

Why would you hear him out? Why would he believe he had a right to explain himself? How could he? A marriage of over half a century, down the drain. And for what? 

Seven years with her.

Lila. 

His brother’s wife. The mother of his brother’s children. The child of the couple he assassinated. 

It made no sense. 

You angrily sped up and quickly got onto the train that was stopped at the station. It’s white light making you more stressed than you already were. 

The doors shut in his face. Just a couple more seconds and he would’ve been on this train. You would’ve been stuck having to hear him try and save face until the next stop. 

Sometimes the universe lets you win. 

But why not this time. 

You stared at him through the window of the subway car doors. He looked at you pleadingly. You looked at him disappointedly. 

Who was he, because he sure as hell wasn’t the Five you had known since you were thirteen years old. Stuck in the apocalypse with nothing but ashes and him.

 You had thought it was fate. You and him were meant to be stuck together, meant to be there for each other. Even after everything that’s happened. Apocalypse after apocalypse after apocalypse. 

The subway started to move. You stayed standing, staring at him with daggers in your eyes until he was out of sight. He didn’t chase after the car, he knew it was pointless. He knew he’d never get you back. He didn’t deserve you. 

Once the outside of the train was completely dark and all you could see was your own reflection in the window, you turned and took a seat. Hands in your lap, looked straight ahead, drained. 

What were you supposed to do now? Where would you go? 

Maybe this train would take you to a universe with a Five that could never dream of betraying you the way your own did. 

The lights shone over you as you were deep in thought. You had no idea where this train would take you, when it would take you. 

Suddenly, the car slowed to a gradual stop and the doors opened. You wanted to stay on, maybe pass by hundreds of stops until you actually got off the train but you heard footsteps passing by the station. 

Something in the back of your mind told you to get off at this stop, that you would find something important. 

You stood and slipped through the doors. As soon as you turned your head to scan your surroundings, that’s when you saw him. 

How could he have gotten here before you? 

Five was casually walking towards a set of stairs when he saw you and stopped in his tracks. 

You glared and felt a flame arise in you as you stomped over to him. 

“I told you to leave me alone, Five. What the hell are you doing here?” you pointed an angry, accusatory finger in his face but he just grabbed your hand and gently held it in his. 

You were confused, he seemed different. Less guilty. More sentimental. 

Your anger faltered as he stared into your eyes with an admiration you were already starting to miss. 

“y/n,” he said sincerely, “it’s been so long.” 

Of course he wasn’t your Five. You had just jumped onto a multi-dimensional subway for Christ’s sake. 

“Come on, follow me,” he said as guided you towards a stairwell. 

As you descended and turned a corner, warm glowing lights filled your sight. A warming, comforting sense of nostalgia flooded your senses. You looked up and read the lights on the sign, Max’s Delicatessen, as the Five you stumbled across led you inside. The sound of a familiar vintage tune filled your ears. 

Immediately, you felt all eyes travel to your frame. Every single pupil in this room belonged to a Five. The man you never wanted to see again. Each one of them looked at you with a shocked and astounded expression.

 The Five still holding your hand paid no attention and directed you into a booth seat. 

As you sat down, you took in your surroundings. The Fives behind the counter preparing food, the Fives taking orders, the Five delivering food, the Fives whispering at tables. 

There were so many of them, what was this place?

The Five sitting across from you looks in your eyes with a knowing look.

“It’s not often we get one of you around here.” 

You shake out of your confused thoughts and reply, “And what exactly is this place?” 

Before you can get a reply, a waiter Five comes up to the table and places two mugs of coffee in front of you and Five. Before he leaves, he places a couple cups of creamer and packets of sugar next to your mug. 

Without answering your question, the Five in front of you smiles and says, “We keep those in the kitchen and not on the tables since it’s really rare to see you.” 

You give him an annoyed look. 

“Can you explain to me what’s going on?” 

“Right,” he sat up a little straighter and took a sip of his coffee. “You hopped on a subway that took you to an alternate timeline. That timeline just so happens to hold a place where us Fives come after we’ve stopped trying to fix the problem.” He largely gestured to the room full of alternate versions of your husband. Ex husband. 

You stared at him for a few seconds, your brain rattled with questions, before you spoke. 

“Stopped trying? You mean trying to save the world?” 

“Stopped trying to fix the broken timeline,” he replied matter-of-factly. 

“The broken timeline?” you repeated in confusion. 

“There’s only supposed to be one, and I’ll bet you can guess who shattered the original timeline.” 

Before you could reply, you heard a bell as another Five yelled out, “We did.” 

Five made a disapproving yet knowing face as he called back, “Why you always gotta wreck shit, Brisket Five?” 

Brisket Five shrugged at him then winked at you before returning back to his work. 

“Okay . .” you started, trying to come up with the right questions, “So, our existence is the cause of the broken timeline. Is that why there’s constantly an apocalypse?” 

“Precisely,” Five responds, before gesturing to the framed pictures on the wall. “By the way, check out the artwork. All the different ways we made our universe go kaboom.” 

You stare at the photographs on the wall, noticing both familiar doomsday and entirely unique ones. Once your eyes reach a certain point along the wall you notice some framed images of you. Different photos of you and Five, living your lives together throughout the timelines. 

The Five across from you notices your curious glimpse. 

“I mentioned we don’t often see you around here,” he explains. “It’s because it’s rare that you survive your timeline.” 

You quickly turned back to him in response to his statement. You don’t survive? How many of the Fives in this room have lost their y/n? Has the Five in front of you lost his? 

“What do you mean?” 

“You and I will always meet, in every timeline throughout the universe. It just seems that fate doesn’t always take our side,” he says solemnly as he looks down at his mug. 

A Five piped up from the booth behind you, “My y/n was killed by the Swedes back in Dallas.” 

Another from a couple tables away said, “Mine died in the apocalypse, but we had a good thirty years together.” 

The Five in front of you looked up at you and said, “In my timeline, the Handler shot you and you died in my arms. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” 

He gave you such a genuine look. Like he’s felt shame and guilt for so long, his apology was heartbreaking. How could these Fives care so much about you, while your Five forgot all about you. 

“It’s okay,” you looked at him truthfully and took his hand in your, “I’m sure none of your y/ns would ever blame you for their fate, but they would for giving up. They’d want you to keep going, stay strong and do what it takes to save your family and the world. That’s what they loved most about you.” 

You felt bad placing blame on him but you didn’t understand how the man who has spent his whole life prioritizing the safety of his family and overcoming countless obstacles and stopping at nothing to save his family could just give up. Sure it was tiring, but that was the life the two of you lived, together. 

He smiled at you so lovingly it crumbled your heart. 

“Y/n, the doomsdays will never stop coming. The only way to end this constant cycle of saving and destroying the world is if our family ceases to exist.” 

Your heart slowed its beating as you stared at your interlocked hands, contemplating. 

You hated to admit it but he made sense. Whenever your family is all together, everything goes to shit. People always die and the world will always end. 

Before you could respond, you heard the door swing open and a tense tone fell over the deli. 

The Five across from you held your hands a bit tighter as he glanced up at the Five that had rushed in.

Your Five. 

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part two. part three.