#and have my own space where i could yell and sing

[sharkthey]

unmasking this year has really been like "what happens if i pay attention to my for real actual feelings? who am i??" [immediately falls apart]

and i mean literally like little cubes of isaac on the ground. No mental breakdown here (more or less)

[papercorgiworld]

I don't need space, I need you

Mattheo and Theodore fluff

Based on this request, please don't hate me for taking 29 days to post this rather average piece, but I had a lot of requests and not a lot of time. I hope you like it!

Finally I had time to write today! Big yey for me, people. I needed it and I'm so happy I wrote something today. 💛 Sending you lots of love and of course: happy readings!

A/N: I got some stuff going on in life so if I don't respond, I'm sorry. Just know that I love you. 💛

There was a request for a Draco and Enzo version: you can read it here

Mattheo

“Where’s my princess?” Mattheo sings as he enters the common room in search of you. “Not here, I would check the library.” Blaise states not looking up from his book. Mattheo nods and is about to turn around to head straight for the library, but Draco’s snickering stops him from doing so. “I bet you’re pleased to have a moment of peace.” Mattheo focuses on Draco, not completely getting where the blond's going with this. “I honestly pity you, man, must be so suffocating.” Suddenly all eyes are on Mattheo and not just his friends, the entire slytherin common room is curious to hear what the big bad boy has to say. Mattheo moves a nervous hand through his curls and chuckles. “Yeah, she’s a bit much with her hugs and cuddles, and urgh those constant questions to check on me. I’m lucky she studies so much, so I have a break from time to time.” Mattheo sits down opposite of Draco who grins and nods, fully believing that Mattheo feels saved by your absence. However, Mattheo felt miserable sitting there, knowing that he could be spending time with you.

Just like Mattheo was searching the castle for you, you had been searching for him and ended up checking the common room. With watery eyes you turn around, unnoticed by anyone, and leave the common room. He thinks I’m too much?

***

“Who is it?!” Mattheo yells as he pushes you against the wall of an empty hallway. He rarely raised his voice with you, but now his face was close to yours, his eyes dark and piercing yours. He looks more pained than angry, but you just look confused. To him it was obvious, you had fallen out of love with him and probably found someone else. There was plenty of proof:

A quick kiss on the lips and a wish of good luck before Tuesday's test was all Mattheo got, instead of the tight hug and intense kiss you would normally give him before a test. 

When you got your results back on Wednesday you jumped into Luna’s arms and just gave him a happy smile, while he was standing right there next to Luna. His heart ached to hold you and press you against his chest. Worse was when you asked Enzo about his test first and ended up discussing all the answers, barely giving your boyfriend any attention.

Thursday you went to sit next to Pansy in the common room, instead of settling in your boyfriend’s lap. Mattheo was forced to watch you the whole evening without touching you once. When you left for bed, you told him not to walk you to your room and reminded him to spend some much needed time with his friends. The sweet kiss you gave him, didn’t make up for any of it. 

Were you trying to get rid of him? To Mattheo the case was obvious.

Friday was the worst. Happy to finally have you next to him as you were both reading, settled close by the fire. With his eyes still on the page of his own book his arm moved behind you to pull you closer and you let your head rest on his shoulder as you continued to read, but still Mattheo frowned. Normally you would sling your legs over his and cuddle up against his chest, wrapping your blanket around the both of you and creating this warm bubble of love. He could barely focus on his book, as his eyes constantly wandered to you reading next to him but not cuddled up against him like you used to.

So by Saturday Mattheo had pretty much had it with you. You rubbed your temple as squeezed your eyes. “I have a headache, I’m gonna head to my room and rest for a bit.” You got up from your seat to leave the library and Mattheo did the same. If you weren’t feeling well then he needed to be by your side. “Oh, don’t Matt. I’ll be fine. I’ll ask Pansy to give me something against the pain and settle next to me until I fall asleep.” Mattheo stood perplexed as you just kissed him and left. Now he wasn’t even good enough to take care of you anymore.

This was the moment he snapped. With stern strides he follows you.

“Who is it?!” You frowned at the question and met Mattheo’s dark eyes. “Obviously, you’re done with me. So who’s better than me, huh?” His voice was filled with anger, but his question sounded so heartbreaking, that you felt no need to get angry with him for pushing you against the wall and snapping at you. You cup his cheeks and softly shake your head. “Matt, I love you. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your voice is calm and endearing, reminding him of how much he needed your love. You were always so gentle with him and feeling you slip away the past week hurt so much that he felt like falling apart on the spot. He's too hurt and afraid to lose you to act tough and with a whisper he confesses his worries. “You don’t check up on me anymore. You don’t wish me luck before a test like you used to. We don’t cuddle anymore.” You stare at him in silence for a moment, you had never seen Mattheo this soft and vulnerable before. 

Your hands still resting on his cheeks move to his neck as you wrap your arms around him and pull him against you. Mattheo snuggles his face in your neck, embarrassed with himself and desperate for your warmth. You rest your head against his and your fingers move through his curls, making him sigh at your touch. “You told Draco I was a bit too much. So I backed off, because I didn’t want to lose you. I know I can get clingy sometimes, I’m sorry.” Mattheo moves away to look at you and his eyes look guilty. “No, no. Don’t apologise. Don’t be sorry. I love you clingy and cuddly. I need you to be around me.” Your eyebrows knit together. “But I heard you say-” Mattheo interrupts you and shakes his head. “I was being stupid. Don’t listen to the things I say. Just stay with me and love me… overwhelm me with everything you have.” You tilt your head in confusion. “No, I mean listen to me, just forget about what I said back then. I- I was trying to act tough so I pretended to- you know.” You chuckle. “You pretended not to like cuddles, because you wanted to be a tough guy?” Embarrassed with himself Mattheo nods. “I’m a softy for you and I need my daily dose of love. I don’t need space.” 

You sigh at Mattheo’s pouty face. “My boyfriend’s an idiot.” Mattheo nods and leans in for a kiss. “Please, let me take you to your room and let me take care of you, because I want nothing more than to be around you.” You pull him in for another intense kiss as an answer and as you walk to your dorm, he squeezes your hand the whole time walking.

Theodore

“Where’s my lady?” Theodore frowns as he sits down opposite of Blaise, who raises his shoulders without looking up from his book. Theo shakes his head in annoyance, he needed you like he needed cigarettes. He spent the whole day longing for your love and warm embraces. Merlin, all he wanted right now was for you to entangle your fingers with his hair and ask him about his day. “For once the two of you aren’t attached to the hip.” Mattheo quips and Draco snickers. “Must be refreshing to have a moment to yourself.” Theodore stays silent for a moment and a little further, near the common room entrance you halt in your step. “She’s so mothering, it’s almost toxic. I don’t know how you do it, mate.” Draco wiggles his eyebrows at Theo as Mattheo talks. “You know, if you ever need us to come save you, we could always come up with a code word.” Draco offers and Theodore chuckles, not knowing what to say. “It’s not toxic, but I’m happy to have a moment with you guys, because she can be a bit much. She’s always so… clingy.” You chew your lip and slowly take a step back, leaving the common room as the word ‘clingy’ rings in your head. 

***

You didn’t want to lose your boyfriend due to being too clingy. So you decided to keep your distance. 

Instead of spending your evening studying cuddled up with your boyfriend you ask Hermione to help you out with potions who of course never passes the opportunity to study. Keeping up his tough act in front of his friends, Theodore can’t protest as you leave the common room to go study with your friend instead of with him. Theo feels himself get cold as he sits by the fireplace with his friends. If you’re not there to keep him warm the room just feels empty and even the conversations are boring. He can’t help but curse himself for letting you go study with Hermione. Having to make peace with an evening without you, Theodore longs for the next day and having you next to him during breakfast while you talk about your plans for the day. 

The next morning, at breakfast Theo only gets a small kiss from you before you turn to Pansy gossiping about some third years. Theodore can’t resist but snake an arm around you and you love his touch, but you try not to be too clingy and decide to not fully lean against him. Your boyfriend is happy to have you next to him, but disappointed that you stay engaged with Pansy’s gossip instead of giving him some much needed attention. Why were you not combing his hair with your fingers until it looked the way you preferred it? Why were you not checking if he had done all his homework? What was so bloody interesting about Pansy’s conversation?!! He was getting so annoyed that he was caught by surprise when you kissed him tenderly and headed for class. His mind and body were screaming to have you back by his side and walk you to class, but he just turned to his breakfast and spent the morning sulking.

Finally, after two days, he had you close to him, settled on his bed with a book in your hand. You were all alone in his room and you both enjoyed the peace and quiet. You lay between his legs with his arms around you, while his head rested on yours, reading some of the paragraphs of your book but mostly taking in your warmth and scent. He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek and you smile and lean against his chest. “I love you.” You whisper and his eyes shine even brighter than he smiles. “Love you too.” However, your romantic moment is ruined when Blaise and Mattheo enter. “Astronomy tower?” Mattheo raises his eyebrows at Theo who is about to decline the invitation, but you speak up first. “I was just about to meet up with Luna.” You jump up and Theodore's eyes go furious at the suggestion of you leaving. “No you’re not.” Theo snaps at you, shaking everyone in the room. “Why are you so eager to get away from me?” Theo questions and Blaise and Mattheo’s eyes move from their friend to you. You take a step back at your boyfriend's accusation. “I’m not. I’m just giving you space so you can hang out with your friends.” Theo shoots Blaise and Mattheo a dark glare. “Out! Both of you!” 

As soon as the duo closes the door behind them and you and Theodore are left alone in the room Theodore gets up and towers over you. “I don’t want space, I want you. So tell me what’s going on, because I can’t stand it anymore.” His voice is stern, but you feel yourself relax as you no longer have to act differently and you can finally be honest with him. “You think I’m clingy and sometimes I’m too much… and I get that and I don’t want to lose you… so I did my best to give you some space in the hopes of saving our relationship.” Theodore’s heart aches at the soft tone of your voice. How could he make you feel like you were too much when you were all he wanted. “I’m such a shit boyfriend.” Theo sighs as he sits back down on his bed, making you frown and join him. “No, I was too much.” Theo’s head snaps to you. “You are not. I didn’t want those idiots to think I was whipped or soft or- so I said you were clingy, but you're not, if anything I am… I want you around 24/7.” Your eyes widen at his confession. “Soooo, you’re saying that ‘the’ Theodore Nott is so in love with me that he prefers cuddling over hanging with his friends.” Your boyfriend chuckles. “Yeah, so please just go back to reading in my arms and make me the happiest man alive.” You lean towards him and he meets your lips. The sweet kiss quickly turns passionate as you both fall back on the bed.

For the ones who asked to be tagged, here you go lovies: @ho3forfakeguys and @bitchoftoji

[bones4thecats]

(This is my first Time requesting On tumblr so Sorry if I say something wrong.) can I request a Record Of Ragnarok Leonidas x reader..? Where The reader is The Younger Sister Of Apollo and Acts exactly like him. (Hope this is good, I usually say a lot but I don’t want to overwhelm anybody so I try to keep it a little.)

➸ The Sister of Apollo; Leonidas × S/O

Characters: Leonidas A/N: Artemis' design goes to diyuxii on instagram! No clue on Reader's dress and crown though! Comment if you do know! And don't worry, you're doing fine on requesting! And this was an amazing request, loved the idea and had a lot of fun writing it! And don't feel overwhelmed, I'm not exactly the judgy type. Mistakes are mistakes. Hope you like this though <3 ➥ Summary: When the younger sister of Apollo takes a walk on Earth and comes across a Spartan army, will a seed of love begin to grow between mortal and immortal?

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╚═════ Leonidas ══════════════════════════════╝

🚬 The one day you got free from your duties, you decided to go down to Earth. It always fascinated you, how these mortals lived without any worry of their safety despite being weak to everything surrounding them in some way

🚬 As you walked around the gorgeous forest, you felt the warmth of the sun that your brother, Apollo, ruled over. You had been spoiled rotten by the God for years, and it only got doubled with your older sister, Artemis

🚬 She may be busy with her own duties most of the time, but whenever she was free, she'd come by and mess around with you and her younger brother. Artemis was an amazing sister and Apollo was an amazing brother, but even you needed some space

🚬 Smiling as you heard a bird sing above you, your hand reached out. The small White-Wagtail chirped as you let it rub its feathery-head on your cheek lovingly. This was a normal thing that happened everywhere you went, as you were a Goddess of Nature

🚬 The people of Greece whom worshiped you had given you a specific name, that being Γυναίκα του Αιθέριου, or Mulier aetherei, which both translate to Woman of the Ethereal

🚬 So to sum it up, you were hailed for your beauty and connection to nature. Unique, I know.

🚬 It was when you let the bird fly off that you heard the yells of men from a couple miles away. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern before you shape-shifted into a Pallid Swift and flew off at the fastest speed your wings could take you

🚬 You reached the edge of the woods, finding a battle. You knew whom was fighting by how they looked; it was the Greek Spartans and the Persians Warriors. Eyes began to trail from the battle, and you caught the eyes of their leader, Xerxes

🚬 He gasped and yelled for his men to back away, but you already landed between the forces. Underneath your now-clawed foot, a Persian soldier squirmed in agony. He could feel your claws digging into his ribs and stomach, and anyone who has felt your rage would agree that your anger was something that was far from painless

"King Xerxes. Unless you wish to lose both your entire army and your life, then go home." You warned, malice in your tone as you sadistically dug your claws deeper into the male's chest.

🚬 His screams of pain caused the King to looked at him and back up at you in fear. King Xerxes then looked at his men and yelled for them to retreat, but not before yelling he would get his vengeance on Leonidas soon

🚬 You released the Persian man from your grip and told him to run before turning around to looked at your Greek people. They looked at you in shock. Your stories always told of beauty unmatched, but that was an understatement in their eyes

🚬 The long, translucent sleeves of your top lightly moved in the wind with your long dress bottom. Leonidas looked at you from a distance and felt his heart racing. You were a Goddess, you must have had much more important things to handle then saving their asses in battle!

🚬 The King of Spartans walked up to you, laying his weapon and shield securely nearby as he looked into your eyes. They sparkled golden as you smiled, asking if he and his men were okay from the battle and if they needed to find a good spot to camp for the night before returning home

"It would be of no problem, King Leonidas. I assure you of that." You said.

"You are sure of this?" He asked to confirm.

"But of course! Why would I lie to such an accomplished man such as yourself?"

🚬 Leonidas nodded and grabbed his stuff, yelling for his men to follow your form back to a secure location for the next couple days. They all nodded and followed you into the forest to where you were with the White-Wagtail just a couple hours prior

🚬 Landing back onto the soft grass, you told the men some things that they could use to make their nests to rest in. They thanked you and did as you directed. And as they made the perfect huts to sleep in that night, Leonidas watched as you pet a nearby wild horse. It happily accepted your pets and apple that you picked from a tree while traveling with the Spartans

🚬 The way you were so gentle, yet dangerous made Leonidas yearn. Yearn to understand you, to get to know you. But for now, he had to take some baby Spartan steps. After all, the last human to double-cross you faced the wrath of your brother and sister. And that was something Leonidas would rather not face while his people needed him

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🚬 When you finally decided to go back home, you were surprised to see both Apollo and Artemis standing outside. Their arms were crossed as they looked around impatiently, it was obvious they had been waiting for a while

"Where have you been, young lady?" Artemis asked.

"Just out." You said, feigning an innocent tone.

"Just out? Oh please, I've used that excuse so many times with mom that it's powerless against me." Apollo voiced.

🚬 You groaned and rolled your eyes. You knew that a mere vague-reason wasn't going to pass this time. And that just annoyed you. If they knew you were with a human, they'd have a cow!

"I- I came across some humans and spoke to them. I also helped them find somewhere to stay for the next few days while preparing for another battle. That cannot be a crime!" You said.

"Divine intervention?! Do you know how angry Zeus could get from that happening without his notification?" Artemis questioned, her voice slightly raising as you looked away in shame.

🚬 You had forgotten just how angry your lead God could get if he wasn't notified about some things. But, he was your father, so he wouldn't get that mad with you... right?

🚬 Artemis sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose before running her hand through her hair. She looked at you with her normal, stoic expression and just said she was going to get some shut-eye in her room

🚬 Apollo looked back at you and reached for your head. He pulled out a leaf that laid there. But, on that leaf was a strand of hair, black-turning-grey, to be specific

"Just don't let him hurt you, okay, little sister?"

"Okay, big brother." You said.

[nattinatalia]

URBAN WYATT X HARLOW SIS : STUDIO TIME

A/N : My timelines are all over the place with this universe so just enjoy. Also, this is where Jack and Clay find out they’re dating 🙊 A huge shoutout to my bestie westie @harlowcomehome for helping me with this.!!!!!!

⚠️ Warning : SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY!

“No, no, no.” Jack groans.

“Y/N act right and stop making moaning sounds.” Clay shutters, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not a singer so I don’t know what you want me to do.” You tell them, sitting down on the chair they had inside the booth.

When your brothers invited you to spend the day with them, you didn’t know it would be in the studio or that they would ask you to try to sing a verse to one of Jack’s new songs.

“You’re not supposed to sing, just read it off normal.”

You raise your eyebrows immediately, “Then why does Jack always does that annoying deep voice?”

“I DO NOT.”

Clay laughs, “I’m sorry bro, but she got you there because you do.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever, just do the damn verse.”

The door to the studio opens and once you see who it is, you start getting warm all over your body.

“Urb, please help me with her.” Jack exclaims dramatically.

“What did she do now?”

You gasp and face Urban. “Excuse me? I’m not that bad.”

He smirks “Sorry, little one, but you are.”

“Stop calling me little one.” You mumble out, looking down at the piece of paper Jack had handed you.

“Why do you want me to sing this verse anyway? Don’t you have a bunch of little side chicks who would love to be in your little album?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Clay helps me with the beats, you help me with the chorus. I thought it would be a cool sibling thing to do. But if you don’t want to, you can leave.”

“She wants to do it. She’s just nervous.” Urban speaks up. “Why don’t you two go get some fresh air and I’ll stay here with her.”

“Leave you two alone?.” Clay chuckles. “So you two can kill each other? No thanks.”

“We’re two grown adults, we can put our childhood rivalry aside.” Urban shrugs, taking a sip of his water.

“Okay, fine. I need a little distraction.” Jack says, he grabs his keys and phone. “You know what button to push to record right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, we’ll be back.”

“Take your time.” You yell out.

Both your brothers walk out the door, but not without giving a double look at both Urban and you.

You quickly take off the headphones you were wearing and stand up.

“Soo.” Urban starts, walking into the little space of the booth. “Need a little distraction?”

You smile, “Get over here and kiss me.”

Urban held his finger up to his lips to shush you, worried your brothers would overhear.

“They can’t hear us over their own thoughts” You rolled your eyes as Urban walked toward you.

He starts placing soft wet kisses against your neck and collarbone, you closed your eyes as you moaned into his ear. The smell of weed and cologne filling the air, only made you want him more.

“Babe, they’re outside” you breathed against him.

“Then we better make it quick” he whispered before grabbing you by the waist and placing you against the soundboard.

Your skirt made it easy for him, using his warm hand to spread your legs.

“Urb- be careful. Jack will kill us if we-“

“Don’t mention your brother when I’m face to face with your vagina” Urban groaned before letting out a soft laugh.

The palms of your hands rested against the soundboard as you threw your head back. Urban took his time against your folds, flicking his tongue quickly against you as your legs trembled.

“Holy fuck- I can’t. I can’t. I need you” you started to babble.

Urban didn’t wait, taking that as his signal. He crawled on top of you, as best as he could without putting his weight on anything.

“There!” You pointed to the studio couch, not wanting to wait another minute.

Urban picked you up, slapping your butt before moving to the couch. He dug in his pockets for a condom, ripping the edge of the wrapper with his teeth before hurriedly sliding it on.

You both let out a moan louder than intended as you took his length.

“We have to be fast” you moaned between thrusts.

“Don’t worry, I will be” he laughed as your moans only grew louder. He knew that you weren’t able to control your noise level, something he loved about you.

It only took a few minutes before you panicked, pulling Urban by the hair to kiss you. Your muffled moans escaped inside his mouth as the two of you orgasmed one after the other.

***************

After your little distraction, you and Urban actually decided on working on the chorus your brother wanted you to do.

You were both laughing about something random, when your brothers walked in.

“Well I’m surprised both of you are still alive.” Clay says.

You shrug, “We don’t actually hate each other you know that right?”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Yeah we know, you two share some sibling love.”

You start to cough, “Hmm not really.” You say between coughs, trying to play it off that you got disgusted by your brother's comment.

“Anyway.” Urban starts. “She was able to do the verse. It’s all recorded so you can listen to it.” He says as he sits down next to you on the couch that was across the room.

Clay and Jack make their way to the table where all the different buttons are. What are they for? You had no idea that’s why you didn’t dare mess with their stuff.

“Alright, let’s hear what you got.”

“Don’t mention your brother when I’m face to face with your vagina” Urban groaned before letting out a soft laugh.

“Urb- be careful. Jack will kill us if we-“

“Holy fuck- I can’t. I can’t. I need you” you started to babble.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Both Clay and Jack yell.

Urban and you immediately stand up, you run towards your brothers and start pushing random buttons so the recording could stop playing against the speakers.

You turn around to face your brothers, face red with embarrassment. “I-I can explain that.”

“Explain what? That you made a porno with my best friend?” Jack yells.

“Don’t be dramatic, we didn’t do it on purpose.” You tell him.

“OKAY SO EXPLAIN TO US WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

“Dude, relax so we can talk about thi-“

“Do not tell me to relax when I just heard my best friend and little sister having sex.” Jack yells.

“Technically, we weren’t having sex yet, he was just-“

“Y/N.” Clay yells.

“Babe.” Urban says, shaking his head.

“BABE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BABE?” Jack starts getting red on the face.

Clay glares at Urban, “Are you two together, together? Or what the hell is going on?”

You nod, “We’re together.”

“Since when?” Jack snaps.

Urban starts scratching at his neck with nerves, but answers anyway, “Her birthday party.”

“We went official after my birthday party.” You shrug.

“Which one? The LA one or the one mom threw?”

“Does it matter? They’ve been dating for months and hid it from everyone. What is mom going to say?” Jack asks, he does a double take, “Mom knows doesn’t she?”

“She has her suspicions, but I haven’t confirmed anything yet.”

Jack shakes his head, glaring at both Urban and you. “YOU TWO KEPT THIS FROM ME. MY BEST FRIEND AND MY LITTLE SISTER, HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?”

“Dude I know it feels shitty finding out the way that you did. I wanted to tell you sooner but your sister-“ You elbow Urban in the ribs

It’s your turn to glare at your boyfriend, “Yes me, I didn’t want to tell my two annoyingly over protective brothers that I was dating one of their friends. I knew how you were gonna react so I wanted time to see where it’ll go and see if there was a way to smoothly tell you about it.”

“This shit is so fucked up, what we heard, no sibling should ever hear that. You two going at it in my work space.” Jack shakes his head in disgust.

“Y/N” Clay starts. “Go home.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Don’t tell me what to do Clayborn. Let me explain-“

Jack scoffs, “I don’t want to hear a word from you, if anything Urb can speak for you. But you’re my sister, you knew from the start that my friends were off limits and you crossed that line anyway.”

“Your rule was a stupid rule and you did it only because you noticed I had a crush on him since middle school.” You roll your eyes.

“Can you just leave please? Can you do that?”

“Jackman-“ you start

Urban grabs a hold of your hand. “Babe, let’s just go.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head, glaring at our hands intertwined together. “She can go, we need to work.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay. I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the show.”

Jack stands up, “No you won’t, I don’t want you coming anymore.”

It’s Urban’s turn to glare at Jack, “Dude come on.”

“She knew what she was doing. I told her plenty of times not to cross that line and she did it anyway. I’m pissed, I have every right to be.” He snaps.

“Just so you know, I didn’t do it to spite you.” You sigh before continuing.

“I tried really fucking hard to follow your idiotic rule, to stay away from him. I fucking moved away from home because I couldn’t handle not being with him the way I wanted to be. I thought with time and with you being an adult, you’d realize it was childish to begin with but I was wrong. You’ll always fault me for loving him and that’s too bad because I know deep down, I’ll never stop and you’ll never be okay with it and I guess I have to live with that.”

Urban turns your way to look at you, “Baby.” He says it so sympathetic, and you know just then how really down you were for him.

You shake your head. “Stay, do what you have to do here and I’ll see you later.” You squeeze his hand before letting it go and walking out the room without any other word.

Urban sighs and looks at Jack and Clay. “I crossed a line, I know that.” He continues. “But it’s also unfair that you knew of our feelings for each other and your solution was to say we were off limits.”

“You’re my best friend.” Jack scoffs.

“And she’s your sister.” Urban exclaims.

“Is she though?” Jack shrugs. “If she would be my blood sister, she wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”

“Jack.” Clay warns.

Urban immediately starts getting annoyed. “That’s fucked up what you’re even trying to say.”

Jack shrugs, “I’m pissed off, I’m allowed to say what I want.”

“Not when shit like that can hurt her.”

“Can we just get back to work?” Jack asks.

“What do you need me here for? Because the last thing I want is to be here while you talk down about my girlfriend.” Urban snaps.

Clay sighs, “Go check up on her, I got it down here.”

“No-“ Jack starts but gets cut off by the glare Clay throws at him. “Fine, go.”

Urban starts walking towards the door but stops halfway to look at his best friend. “Like she said, we tried really hard not to act out on our feelings. You were always her first concern, even if it meant hurting me in the process. That girl, your sister, man she’s it for me and I know you won’t believe me because of my past, but what she said, made me realize that Y/N and I? We’re endgame and it’ll be disappointing if you can’t forgive us and accept it. I love her and I’m not hiding it anymore.”

With those last words, Urban walks out leaving the two brothers alone to think and process everything that just happened.

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[romanestuffsposts]

Hi there love!

Ohh of course I can that really sounds lovely!!

I hope you enjoy the read love

Enjoy <3

*****

Warnings : tickle attacks, laughter, playful, pet names, kisses, cuddles, a little part of the aftercare

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you start a game you couldn’t win

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Your world is your Daddies.

And your Daddies’s worlds is you.

They will do anything to make you happy and to make sure you’re getting everything you need and want.

Every days they played different games with you. One day they do puzzles all day, another day they polish your toes nails, they love drinking tea with you and your plushies and staying under the sun all afternoon with you by their sides.

They will do everything to spend most of their times with you.

That’s why, when your Daddies came back from work, you hide.

After a quick talk with the babysitter, they start wondering around the room “where is she ?” Bucky asks, confuse as to why you didn’t run into their arms as soon as you heard their feet on the ground.

Steve shrugs “i have absolutely no idea” he quietly says as he trails his eyes around the living room. His eyes stop on the little table where a little piece of paper patiently wait.

He opens it and a big smile grows on his lips, making Bucky frowns “what is it ?” He asks walking toward Steve.

‘Find me’

Steve peers at Bucky with a grin “know what that means ?”

“Of course I do” he smirks before looking at the stairs. He just knew you were up there, you always are when you play that game.

“Baaaabyyyy” you daddy sings with a teasing voice “i hope you’re well hidden, little one, because we’re coming for you”

You hide your mouth with your hands to hide your squeal. You just love it too much.

“Princess” your Papa sings “my love” he adds “come to us baby we want to see you”

You wiggle a little on your spot after hearing your Papa in the room where you are currently hiding right now.

He’s getting sooo close.

“Come on baby we will go easy on you if you come to us” he grins. You will definitely have to go through what they prepared for you so you at least have to make it hard for them, no ?

“Oh you don’t wanna come” he keeps teasing “be ready for your punishment then”

Hearing those words made you gasp out loud without wanting to. There is a moment of silence where you just wait, wait until your papa finds you, wait until you hear his voice again, wait until you see his shadow behind the door of his closet.

“Hello there”

You look up to find two deep blue eyes looking down at you with hunger. You gulp and before you can react, your Papa grabs you “you thought you could stay hidden forever ? Huh ?” He teases, already squeezing your thighs.

Your Daddy enters the room, your laughters leaded him to where you were. “Good job, Stevie” he grins as he approaches you

“So where should we do it ?” He asks as if you weren’t there.

“Mhh i don’t know, maybe the bed ? Could be good to be comfy while doing so” your papa proposes as you watch them both with wide eyes

You squirm and yell as they approche the bed while they just laugh at you. They know it’s just an act, you wanted it and you’re gonna get it.

You Papa settled you against him and right after, before you can react and do anything, his fingers are on you.

They curl and shake around your ribs “you’ve just been waiting for this all day” he teases with a grin “am i right, baby ?”

You squeal at his teasing and keep shaking around while your Daddy just smile, watching the scene before him “you’re just too cute when you smile and laugh, babydoll”

You blush from his words and the fact that you know both of them are watching you make you even more shy.

He keeps your arms pin against his own chest as he moves his torture. “You like it better here ?” He asks tickling the space between your armpits and your side ribs making you scream from the ticklish sensation

“I think we already have our answers” Bucky chuckles as he keeps your ankles pin against the mattress

Steve laughs as he watches you getting more red the second he keeps tickling you. His fingers shake and squeeze the little spot that made you scream your little lungs out as he keeps laughing along with you and your daddy

“Why don’t we do another party ?” Bucky proposes “you can’t be the only one who has his fun here” he jokes, shaking your ankles.

You giggle and peer up at your Papa “of course we can” this one grin before looking at you “you have one minutes to run and hide, princess” he says, tracing his finger on your cheek “and make it hard this time” he whispers making you giggle.

You didn’t wait any longer before leaving the bed and running away from the room. You quickly find another hidden spot in your daddies office, right under their desk.

Some seconds after, you hear their voice in hallway as they search you. “I hope you’re ready, babygirl because we’re back” your Daddy teases, a big grin on his lips. He can’t wait to tickle you.

They both search every rooms on their way until there’s one left, the office. You hold your breath when you hear the door cracking and the wooden floor whining under their steps

“We know you’re here beautiful” your Daddy teases “no need to hide anymore” he makes his way toward the desk “especially when we know where you are”

He kneels down and sees you curled up against yourself “found you” he smiles “again”

Before doing anything, he looks up at Steve “you help me holding her ?” He looks back down at you “she’s gonna love a lot when her feet will be tortured”

Your eyes widen and without thinking about it, your fingers wrap themselves around your toes as a protection against his words. He tilts his head and grins at you “cute move” he winks.

You blush more when your see both of your daddies looking at you “i will be gladly to help you” Steve grabs you and hold you down, dropping a sweet kiss on your head as your daddy approaches your wiggly feet.

“Nervous, beautiful?” Your Daddy teases, playfulness ringing in his voice as he talks to you

You blush and nod your head, causing your daddies to chuckle.

Your daddy blocks your ankles in between his legs as he sits down on the ground “take a deep breath baby. Because you will soon won’t be able to” he winks

You flinch when his fingers touch your feet and he laughs “i didn’t even start”

Your papa laughs as well “she’s just too sensitive”

Before you can blush even more, your daddies fingers start dancing against your soles. You throw your head back, screaming as you try too take your feet back against you

“Waw, each time i forget her reaction and each time it’s a pleasure to be reminded of it” your Papa laughs as he hold you pin “you were right, you definitely needed my help”

His big and long fingers keep playing with your toes, your heels and of course, your soles, even the bottom of your feet has the attentions of your daddy’s fingers.

“What’s going on, babygirl ?” He teases “you can’t take it anymore ?” He chuckles, a few tears running down your cheeks because of how much you’re laughing

A few moments of torture later, your daddy’s attack slow down and is now just light tickles “you hates those, no ?” He chuckles

“Pease stoppp” you cry between your laughters.

He immediately stops the tickles and kisses your feet before rubbing them gently wile your papa caresses your temple and hair, dropping sweet kisses on your head and face “you handle it so well, baby”

“We’re so so proud of you beautiful” your daddy smiles

You smile and wiggle a little

“Did you had fun ?” Your Papa asks and you nod “lots of fun” you exclame making them chuckle “perfect then”

“Why don’t you go take a bath with Daddy while I cook dinner, after that we’ll watch a movie in bed. How does that sound ?” Your Papa proposes

You nod “oki” he smiles and kisses your nose. You’re soon lift into your daddy’s arms and carry upstairs for a warm bath after your playful moment

[jigujellee]

(gif creds: kimlipz)

YOUR VOICE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND -> while helping yunjin write her new song, you realize that there's more to her than her loud goofball self.

yunjin x 6th member!reader FLUFF >> word count: 1.4k warnings: none bc fluff is meant to be soft and gushy

a/n: here's me apologzing for the yunjin angst <3 to avoid any confusion - this is NOT a prequel to "love the way you lie" nor is it related in any way; this is its own thing where reader and yunjin are happily together bc they deserve it; enjoy soft and whipped y/n while i try to get angsty again

even with the water running, kazuha and eunchae could be heard in the background, giggling at whatever they were watching on the older girl’s phone.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t help you tonight y/n. i’ll do the dishes tomorrow okay?” your leader says as she magically emerges from her bedroom and immediately snakes her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“i don’t mind cleaning up unnie, it’s really okay” chaewon hums in response while you place the last bowl on the dish rack to dry.

“where’s yunjin unnie?”

“in her room. i think she’s writing again”

you smile at the thought of your girlfriend trying to write a song. you could easily imagine the way she scrunches her nose while trying to figure out a chord progression, or the way her tongue slightly pokes out as she writes down lyrics in her notebook.

“maybe you should go help her instead of standing here and smiling like a creepy idiot” chaewon interrupts.

“for a moment, i forgot you were here” you joke as you playfully wipe your wet hands on her face.

“ya y/n!! i just did my skincare routine!” she yells while aggressively wiping her face on your shirt, which earned chaewon a playful slap on the shoulder.

once you finish wiping down the counters and tucking in eunchae’s chair (she swears her new year’s resolution is to push in her own chair), you walk towards yunjin’s bedroom. her door is ajar and from where you were standing, you could hear her hum a melody and attempt to strum a few chords. her back is to the door so she’s unaware that you’re leaning against her doorframe, admiring the art that is huh yunjin herself. you watch as she puts her pen down and clears her throat before singing;

it’s kind of shitty isn’t it? not the way we pictured it feels like an existential crisis or am i being dramatic? i wish the world would shut its mouth

“give me space to… sort all this shit out? no that doesn’t sound good” she grunts, and yunjin drops the guitar pick to replace it with her pen, scribbling out what she previously wrote. she sings the same line over and over, and just as she’s about to give up, you finally break your silence and offer a suggestion.

give me space to fucking sort it out?

yunjin’s head immediately turns around, you’re worried it might have given her whiplash. as soon as your eyes meet, you watch a smile grow on her face and you return the gesture with a smile of your own as you walk towards her bed.

“give me space to fucking sort it out,” yunjin tests the way it sounds before continuing on;

like i’m fine, just leave me alone i’m great on my own

you can’t help but stare at yunjin, watching the crinkles on her forehead when she sings and listening to how soft and melodic her voice is.

“honey, you’re staring”

“am i not allowed to admire you, my love?”

“it’s making me shy,” she admits, pink blush slowly painting her cheeks resulting in another smile on your face.

it's rare for yunjin to openly admit when she's shy. though her mbti says she's an introvert, you'd believe she's everything but that when you get to know her. she was a loud goofball most of the time and you absolutely loved her for that. but you also loved her in moments like this; when she’s quiet, focused, and vulnerable. yunjin always felt shy whenever she showed you the songs she wrote, and you’ll never forget about the time she admitted that it feels like she’s naked and bare in front of you when she presents her own creations.

you then realize you don't need to physically touch her to feel close to her - you feel her heart and soul in every word she sings, and you believe it’s the closest you’ll ever be to yunjin.

“helloooo anyone there? looks like someone’s staring again”

“well i think it sounds like an amazing song already” you say, finally breaking out of your daze.

“oh stop it, you’re just saying that because i’m your girlfriend”

“i’m saying it because it’s true. now sing some more, i’ll help with the chords”

now it’s yunjin’s turn to stare as she watches you take her acoustic guitar out of her hands, and grab her electric guitar instead.

“now look who’s staring” you say while plugging the guitar into an amp and start tuning it.

“i’m just lucky to have a girlfriend who’s talented like you”

you never liked to brag about your talent, but yunjin wasn’t lying. you’ve always loved anything and everything to do with music, and you would beg your parents to get you any instrument they could get their hands on - piano, guitar, drums, bass, and even violin. at some point during your trainee days, you even learned how to produce and mix songs. by definition, you were indeed an ace but you didn’t like admitting it and you’d playfully roll your eyes whenever the other members called you their ace.

“just sing darling” yunjin momentarily gushes at the pet name prior to singing, just as you requested.

i don’t know what i’d be doing without you you love who i am cause i don’t care as long as i’m with you i’ll reach for your hand

you couldn’t even bring yourself to try and come up with a chord progression; you wanted to hear that voice over and over for the rest of your life.

along with her heavenly voice, you also admired yunjin’s penmanship. you could tell her lyrics always came from the deepest parts of her heart and after hearing what she just sang, you feel your heart swell - you were just so amazed and proud at what she was capable of doing.

“go again,” and so she did. you asked her to sing about 3 or 4 more times before she realized you weren't even strumming anything.

“baby, are you gonna play or what?”

you chuckled and asked her to sing once more, with you actually playing the guitar this time.

“how was that?” she asks as you two wrapped up the song, and you notice her fidgeting with the corner of the page of her notebook. hearing her ask for feedback brought you back to the days you’d spend by her side while she’d practice before her monthly evaluation. it's a bittersweet memory for they were the moments you cherished the most but were also considered some of the toughest times in your career.

you don’t answer her and instead lean in to kiss her soft lips. of course, she enthusiastically returns the kiss causing her to drop her pen and notebook to wrap her arms behind your neck.

“ew,” says the leader from outside yunjin’s door. “close the door next time, eunchae might see you two,” and you look at yunjin before bursting out into laughter with her.

-

“3, 2, 1!” the staff counts down and the 6 of you blow the candles on the cake they prepared for you.

“happy 100 days to us!” eunchae yells while taking pictures of the cake and the decorations surrounding you.

after posing for pictures, the staff begins to play yunjin’s song through the speakers. everyone, including you, cheers and congratulates her for the release of her own solo song. you make your way towards her and embrace her lovingly, ignoring the sound of your other members fake gagging.

“you made a wonderful song, mahal”

“no, we did” she chuckles.

“you know what i think? we should write another song together and perform it on our wedding day”

yunjin feels her heart burst at the mention of your wedding. although it wouldn’t happen anytime soon, it brings so much excitement and leaves her to wonder what else was in store for the two of you, and also for the group.

she tries to lean in for a kiss but unfortunately, you're torn apart when chaewon and kazuha pull her away to take pictures while eunchae and sakura invite you to start eating the cake. yunjin's song comes to a close as you stare at your members and staff, and you smile as you think about all the memories you’ve made together while looking forward to the future of le sserafim.

but raise your glass, to the story of us.

[h00nerz]

who’s that girl!

FOURTY / something like this

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warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, profanity, that’s it afaik

word count: 2.9k

BY THE TIME YOU ARRIVED BACK TO YOUR APARTMENT THAT NIGHT, it was much later than you’d originally intended. Following your (very anticlimactic) breakup, Yunjin had insisted it was the perfect excuse to go out and get absolutely wasted. She’d even tried to get Sakura and Chaewon to join, but they politely declined, leaving it to be just the two of you. So, you followed Yunjin to some random club where she did indeed get wasted, while you weren’t really in the mood to drink.

All you could do was zone out while Felix’s words echoed around in your head. Was he right? Had you really been secretly harboring feelings for Beomgyu this entire time, but been too afraid to face them? After all, it was much easier to convince yourself you were falling for a stranger you met at work than to admit you were falling for your roommate.

You had thought back to the night you’d gone out drinking together, and thought Felix wasn’t interested in you. You had reminisced on the way he made you smile, and laugh, and completely forget about your relationship problems. And then, you had wondered what would have happened that night if Felix never called you. If you never made Beomgyu upset with you, if you had stayed out with him longer…

After that little hypothetical, you did end up having a drink of your own. You were nowhere near as drunk as Yunjin, just buzzed enough to ease your anxiety before it got the better of you. Eventually, you’d gotten tired of sitting at the bar and being overwhelmed by your thoughts, you began dancing with Yunjin in the giant sea of people.

Around 1 AM, Yunjin started trying to climb up on the barstools, and you knew that was the sign it was time for you to go home. So, you dragged a very clingy and very drunk Yunjin out of the club, and into an Uber to take you back to your apartment. You’d thought of just dropping her off back at her own place, but as you watched her breathe on the windows and draw phallic shapes in the precipitation, you knew she was in no state to be alone.

And that was how you ended up leading her down your hallway, attempting to keep her quiet so she wouldn’t wake any of your neighbors. She kept going on about how much she loved you, and how sorry she was none of your relationships worked out, which she seemed to think was sweet of her, but was really more like salt in the wound at that point.

Due to how late it was, you assumed your roommates would have fallen asleep already, so you shushed Yunjin as you flipped through your keys and finally unlocked the door. But when you opened it, you saw the three boys sitting around the coffee table in the living space, playing what looked to be a game of Monopoly.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought! Pay up you fucking idiot!” Beomgyu was yelling, waving some card in front of a very defeated looking Yeonjun. Soobin seemed to be a bit out of it, entranced by the swishing of the wine in the glass he held in front of himself. His gaze drifted over to you and Yunjin, though, then his eyes widened.

“Oh my god! Burglars!” He shouted, leaping up to his feet and nearly spilling his glass, but just as quickly as he’d tensed up, he relaxed again. “Oh, hi Y/N. Hi Yunjin!” He greeted them, and the other two boys finally noticed them.

“Hey, uh, how was your date?” Yeonjun asked, blinking at the two of you. Beomgyu sat quietly across from him, avoiding eye contact with you, which you were actually thankful for.

Yunjin giggled at the question, leaning on your shoulder as she began to remove her shoes. “It was so much fun. It turned out Felix and his friend Hyunjin were in love, so Y/N dumped him, and so we just went out clubbing the two of us!” She explained, singing the last part and nearly toppling over.

“Oh, I thought you guys were joking on Twitter. Sorry, Y/N.” Soobin frowned, and slowly sank back down to where he’d been sitting previously.

“Yeah, really sorry, Y/N.” Yeonjun said, and blinked at the two of you. “So, wait, Felix and that Hyunjin guy like each other? And he didn’t sweep Yunjin off her feet?” He asked, and as he said so, your friend, began to tip over onto you.

She grumbled about being tired, and you let out a soft sigh. “Nope, he did not.” You replied, doing your best to help her stand up. “She needs to get to bed, though, you can ask her all about it tomorrow.”

In that moment, you made the mistake of glancing over at Beomgyu, who coincidentally had finally decided to look at you. Your eyes met, and immediately Felix’s words began to echo incessantly in your mind.

I think you secretly like him too.

You knew he was right when your heart began to pound against your ribcage, begging for you to let it out. You knew he was right when your mouth went dry, and it felt like the only thing that could quench your thirst was a swim in his eyes. You knew he was right when the entirety of your skin was lit on fire, burning red hot just from the split moment of eye contact. You knew he was right when your limbs turned to jelly, and you were struggling to stand.

The realization hit you like a truck—or, to put it more accurately, Yunjin hit you like a truck. The jelly feeling caused your legs to give out, and suddenly you were on the floor with Yunjin on top of you. Your view was obstructed by her hair covering your face, but you could hear the boys scrambling to their feet and rushing over in a panic.

“You’re going to suffocate me!” You coughed out, raising your fingers to brush her hair out of your view. Yeonjun was the first to the scene, lifting Yunjin off of you which finally allowed you to breathe.

Before she could protest, Yeonjun was lifting Yunjin up bridal style, earning him some giggles from her. “I’ll carry her to your room.” He offered, and you were too out of breath to decline his offer. Soobin tailed after him as he carried her off towards your room, while you watched from your spot on the floor.

You laid there for a minute, trying to catch your breath and relax for a minute. But you realized someone was crouched down next to you, and felt your breathing go haywire all over again when you realized it was Beomgyu. He was watching you, waiting for you to be ready to stand, and you felt like you were going to crumble under his worried stare.

“You okay?” He finally asked in a low voice, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You nodded frantically, pushing yourself up to your feet before he could offer to help you. “I’m fine. I work with elementary kids, it takes a lot more than that to take me down.” You laughed nervously, looking anywhere except at him.

“Right.” He nodded, stretching up so he was now standing next to you. “Good to hear. It would suck if you died and we had to go roommate hunting again.” He joked, and you laughed, but you weren’t very good at hiding how awkward you were feeling.

The two of you stood in silence, an uncomfortable tension filling the space between you. A part of you felt like dashing off to your room to check on Yunjin and your two idiots for roommates, but the other part felt glued to the spot in the living room. The paralyzation beat your need to run, leaving you stuck there with Beomgyu.

“So… Bad date?” He spoke quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

You shrugged. “Not too bad.” You mumbled, and could have just stopped there, but the little bit of alcohol still in your system pushed you to keep going. “You know, I think I’ve been wanting to break up with him for awhile, but I’ve never had a good enough reason until tonight.”

“Oh? Really?” You stared down at his feet and watched as he inched towards you, your breath catching itself in your throat. “What was wrong with him?”

You weren’t sure how things had gotten so tense so quickly, but you weren’t a fan of it. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears, and your fingertips were tingling as you resisted the urge to do something you might regret. “Nothing was wrong with him.” You replied with a breathy laugh. “I just… There wasn’t… There wasn’t a spark.”

“Really? The Australian accent wasn’t sparky enough for you?” He asked, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. Out of instinct, you reached up and smacked his arm.

“You’re such an idiot.” You told him, shaking your head at his childish antics.

“Yeah, I know.” You couldn’t see his face, since you refused to look at him, but you could hear that familiar smile in his voice. That filled you with the overwhelming need to see said smile, so before you could stop yourself, you glanced up, finally meeting his eyes.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, his smile dropped, instead replaced by a look of panic. His brown eyes widened, and his cheeks began to redden under your gaze. He cleared his throat, and you felt a bit better knowing he was just as nervous as you now.

“Um, Y/N, you remember that night, when you thought someone was trying to break into the loft?” He asked, a question that made your heart skip a beat.

“You mean the night you tried to jump out the window?” You countered, attempting to feign ignorance.

He rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small chuckle at your comment. “I wasn’t trying to jump out the window. I was just feeling very claustrophobic and—Anyways, that’s not the point, the point is…” His eyes flickered down, where he was flexing his fingers so they were barely centimeters away from your own. “I told you, that I wouldn’t… Kiss you. Not like that.”

“Mhm?” You pressed. You knew what was going to come next, and maybe you should have made an attempt to stop it before things got out of hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You wanted to hear him say what you already knew, you needed to hear him confirm it for you. And then you wanted him to do what he should have done that night.

“What I meant was—“

Before he even got the chance to finish the sentence, Yeonjun and Soobin were back from dropping Yunjin off. The tension almost immediately melted away as you stepped away from each other, turning to face your two roommates. You fought the urge to scream at the two of them for interrupting everything.

“Is she always a clingy drunk?” Yeonjun asked, raising his arms above his head to give them a good stretch. “Honestly, it’s kind of cute that she gets like that.”

“Yeah, very cute.” You agreed, too busy lost in your thoughts to fully comprehend what he had said. Then, you let out a long yawn. “Wow, it’s getting pretty late. I think I’m going to go to sleep.”

Soobin frowned. “You sure? We could work you into our Monopoly game if you wanted. We need help taking down Beomgyu’s capitalistic empire.”

You laughed softly as Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “That sounds fun, but I’m really tired. Another night?” You asked, offering them a weak smile.

“Fine, but we’re holding you to that.” Yeonjun told you, pointing a finger at you as he walked by. You nodded in abeyance, glancing over at Beomgyu as he followed his friends. You could tell he was just as annoyed as you by the interrupted moment, a wave of irritation radiating off of him.

Something told you that next time, he wasn’t going to let you be interrupted.

AFTER YOU BID THE THREE OF THEM GOODNIGHT, you wandered back into your bedroom to crawl into bed with Yunjin, who had thankfully been lulled into a deep sleep. You, on the other hand, were not so lucky.

No matter how hard you tried to sleep, any effort you made proved to be pointless. Your brain was running a million miles an hour, replaying the scene that just played out. Where you had been so close to getting actual confirmation of not only your feelings, but Beomgyu’s as well. How were you supposed to sleep now, with those answers being just down the hall from you?

You rolled around in your bed for what felt like an eternity, smacking your pillows in an attempt to get them comfortable, and trying to steal your blanket back from Yunjin, before finally giving up. You’d spend so much time pent up in there, and you found yourself developing an insatiable need to get up and drink some water.

With a sigh, you finally got up out of the bed. You glanced down at Yunjin, just to make sure she was still doing okay, relieved to see she was still fast asleep. You still made an effort to be quiet, though, tiptoeing across the room and opening the door as gently as you could.

You escaped into the hallway, shutting the door to the room that had started to feel more like a prison cell than a bedroom behind you. You allowed yourself to catch your breath for a moment, leaning back against your door and resting the back of your head on it. It wasn’t until you were out of there you’d realized how claustrophobic the room had felt.

Then, your worst fears came true. You watched in horror as one of the doors opposite you in the hallway opened, revealing the person you simultaneously most wanted and least wanted to see. Beomgyu stood there, looking just as surprised as you were to see you.

“Why are you still awake?” You asked him in a low voice.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“I just needed some water.” You avoided your real answer, gesturing in the direction of the kitchen.

“Oh.” He nodded slowly, and though it was a bit dark in the hallway, you could still make out his eyes boring into your own. “I’ll let you do that then.” He smiled, then held out his hand as if he was letting you pass.

“Good night, Gyu.” You smiled at him, pushing yourself off the door to leave him there. And you thought that was where it would end, a quiet goodnight with questions left hanging in the air you could address later.

One thing you forgot about Beomgyu, though, was that he was impatient. And there was no way he was waiting any longer to solve the tension between you.

As you walked past, you were surprised to feel his fingers wrap and your wrist, and even more surprised when he spun you around to face him. Without any hesitation, his arm was around your waist, pulling you flush with him while his lips pressed up against your own.

You didn’t understand how you could have been so stupid before. Now that you were here, kissing Beomgyu, you couldn’t figure out how you’d never realized your attraction to him earlier. It was a good thing you finally did, though, because you were unsure how you had lasted this long without kissing him, since it felt like the greatest thing on the whole planet.

He kissed you hungrily, as though he’d been waiting his whole life just to kiss you. His hands were all over, moving from your waist to your cheeks, to your neck, and up into your hair. You had discovered a hungriness in yourself as well, though, tangling your fingers in his long, black locks to pull him closer to you.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were like that, kissing each other like the other was water in a desert and you’d been dying of dehydration. You were overcome with this overpowering need to have him closer to you, to have him all over you. As your lips moved in sync, you desperately clung to him, never wanting to let him go.

But he let go of you, breaking the kiss between you and instead resting his forehead against your own while the two of you caught your breath. You wanted more of him, you wanted to dive back in, but you somehow gathered the strength to hold yourself back.

“I meant… I meant something like this.” He whispered to you in breaths, and you glanced up at him through your eyelashes to see him staring down at you.

The realization of what just happened hit you like a truck. In the last 24 hours, you’d broken up with your boyfriend so he could be with his best friend, said ex boyfriend made you realize your feelings for your roommate, then you made out with your roommate in the hallway while all of your friends were sleeping.

You were absolutely screwed.

authors note: hahaha 😝 that was crazy 😝 y/ngyu finally making out what???? crazy!!!!! i hope u all enjoy this chapter i was giggling sm while making it

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I’m in the mood for angst, so imagine when Adam revives as a sinner he’s just horribly depressed that he doesn’t do anything but lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Doesn’t help that there are people who don’t trust him as much as he trusts them

Adam laid there on his bed in the hotel wrapped up in blankets surrounded by pillows. The rooms that he shared a hallway with were empty save for Lucifer's down at the end, so in the middle of the night Adam swiped all the extra pillows and blankets to make a makeshift nest for himself.

He had taken to staring at the ceiling, he didn't want to be around people who barely tolerated him. The only reason he was even at this third rate hotel was because of the deal he made with Lucifer and his brat taking pity on him.

Adam still remembers the look she gave him, it made him sick.

He missed his home up in heaven, where he could be himself and not worry about anyone judging him. Adam had his own little garden he would go to when he would feel an ounce of stress.

Now all he had was a somewhat decent sized hotel room in Hell to hole up in.

All Adam wanted to do was go home, not just to heaven but to Eden. His true home the one he lost forever ago.

He was forced out of there like he was forced out of heaven. Fuck his life.

He only ever left to eat when all the hotel freaks had gone to bed, even then he'd hoard enough to get him through the next day so he wouldn't have to leave.

It's been six months.

At first Charlie tried knocking on his door trying to coax Adam out, but he didn't even have the energy to yell at her. He just ignored her until she went away.

She eventually stopped trying.

"So, this is what you do all day?"

Adam jumped at the voice and glared at the King who was now standing beside his bed. "What the- Get the fuck out!" He threw a pillow at Lucifer.

Lucifer dodged it with ease. "Charlie has been wondering where those pillows went. Come on, it's time to get your ass out of bed." He made a move to rip the blanket from Adam's bed only to get his hands slapped.

"Fuck off and leave me alone, asshole!!" Adam wrapped the blankets and his wings tighter around himself and turned away from Lucifer.

They remained in silence for so long Adam thought he left.

Until he felt a dip in the bed. "You, I get it. Falling from grace is a traumatic experience, not only that it's painful leaving your home behind."

Adam could feel his eyes get wet. "Like you care."

"I care." Lucifer placed a hand gently on Adam's back, he hoped it was as comforting as he meant it to be. "You can't spend your afterlife in bed, I've been there. Trust me."

The spot where Lucifer's hand was on his back felt hot through the blanket. "I'm fine."

"Yeah you look it." Lucifer commented. "Believe it or not Adam, I do give a shit. But I understand why you don't trust me or anyone here."

"No one trusts me either."

"Can you blame them?"

"Fuck off." Adam snapped, a tear rolled down his cheek. He's not the fucking bad guy here, he's been severely wronged!

Lucifer sighed and removed his hand. "I know you likely won't, but if you ever need someone to talk to my door is always open." He got up from the bed. "Maybe try coming down for a meal once in a while."

"Do you remember that song from Eden?" Adam asked, he wasn't sure what brought in the question but he had to know. "The sung at night?"

Lucifer blinked, yeah he remembered how could he forget? "Yeah, why?"

Adam didn't answer, he was too embarrassed to ask. It was a song that Lucifer would hum or sing to him to help him relax. He felt the weight return to his bed.

Lucifer laid down this time behind Adam leaving enough space between them. He started humming the melody of the song before softly singing the words. He watched as Adam physically relaxed and smiled. Lucifer pulled the blanket back slightly from Adam's head and gently ran his fingers through silky soft dark brown hair.

Adam felt his eyes grow heavy and he smiled small, he closed them and for a moment, just a moment, he could pretend he was back in Eden with his best friend and first love.

They both could pretend.

[readyforthegarden]

When the Nightingale Sings - Part Six

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Medieval AU! In a world where noble alliances dictate futures, you have been betrothed to Prince Emers, a man you barely know and certainly don't love. As you travel towards the royal palace for your impending wedding, your journey is upended, causing you to run straight into a kind, lonesome hunter. With no choice but to trust him, you embark on a journey together towards the nearest village, navigating through the forest and it's perils. As the solace you find in his companionship builds will you choose to honor your duty, or will you abandon everything you've ever know to follow your heart?

WC: 5370

Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, talk about sex, drinking

A/N: SURPRISE! Posting a day early since tomorrow is Halloween and because @kakejiszkas was going to drive to my house and yell at me if I pushed it to Friday. Happy Halloween and enjoy!

The letter had been sent out with the post, and now the name of the game at hand was waiting. Fiora had helped you wash your clothes, lending you another set of clothes while they dried. In return, you offered to help around the tavern, following her and learning the up-keep. You were wiping down a table, gathering the emptied dishes. Your name being called caught your attention, and you found Danny entering the tavern. 

“I want to take you somewhere, to meet another friend.” he bounded over to you. 

“Oh, okay. Let me finish with this and we can go,” you nodded. You took the dishes back to the small kitchen, and let Fiora know you were leaving before taking off your apron and heading back to the dining room. 

Danny guided you on a short walk through the village, and you found yourself in front of a small cottage, a sign overhead. 

“A tailor?” you glanced up at Danny. He smiled and nodded. 

“I think we may have some time to get you at least one new dress before you leave.” his smile fell slightly at the last word. He opened the door and pushed you gently across the threshold. The store was quiet, the wooden floorboards creaking under your feet. Reams of fabric were stacked up in almost every available space, creating patchworks of art. 

“Hello, how can I help-“ a man came around the corner, curly hair bouncing as he walked, stopped as he saw your tall companion. “Danny! How are you? Have you brought more fur?”

“Sorry Josh, I’m not here on business.” Danny shook his head. “Well, not my own. My friend here needs a gown.” Josh’s eyes slid over to you, a glimmer in them as he studied you. 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Josh stepped closer, reaching out and taking your hand, bowing as he placed a chaste kiss to the back of it. “What are you in need of a gown for?”

“I-I’m betrothed,” you glanced at Danny, who nodded to let you know you could trust Josh, yet the words refused to leave your tongue. Danny placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“She needs a dress fit for a princess.” Danny stared at Josh, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation. Josh’s familiar chocolate eyes swirling with curiosity as he turned back to you.

“I have never sewn for royalty, my lady, but I will do my best to make you a crown jewel.” Josh placed his other hand over yours, squeezing your now encompassed hand gently. “Come with me,” Josh now placed your hand in the crook of his elbow and guided you further into the shop. Your eyes tried to take in everything as you passed, catching colorful fabrics and envisioning gowns flowing in the resplendent colors. “Now, what are you envisioning?”

“Oh, I’m not sure.” you sighed as Josh took a seat at a small desk, picking up a thin piece of charcoal and holding it above parchment. “Just a normal gown, I suppose.” Josh looked you up and down, then back to Danny before speaking again. 

“My dear, I do not claim to know you, yet I know that nothing normal will suit you.” Josh gave you a look that made your cheeks redden. He studied your form for a few moments, and began sketching. With just a few small movements of his hand, there you were on the paper, and he was building a gown over you. “Perhaps we should keep to the royal theme and have you in purple?”

“Purple is not really my color.” Whether a truth or a lie, you didn’t know, you’d never had a purple garment before. But the twist in your stomach at the finality of what the color meant told you to stay away from it. “Is there a soft blue material we could use?” he stared at you, the vision in his head shifting while he studied his new living mannequin. 

“Yes, yes of course.” Josh’s head bent back down and he began sketching away again. Danny, now curious, came over to glance at the drawing, but Josh covered the paper. “Sorry, Daniel, but this is for our eyes only.” Danny’s eyes shot to you and you just shrugged. “Could you step outside for a moment? I will need to gather her measurements.”

“Aye,” Danny walked back through the store, and once you heard the door open and close, you finally dragged your eyes back to Josh. He grabbed a length of string and stood up. 

“Hold your arms out please,” Josh began shuffling around you, cutting and knotting string to your measurements. There was a stiff, awkward silence as he tied a loop around your waist, another around your hips. “I have to say, when Jake told me Danny had come to the tavern with a woman I thought he was telling me a fairytale.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Josh came around to your front and smiled. 

“Danny has been on his own for a long time. Especially being as far as he is from Ashlight. After his folks passed, he told us he didn’t feel like getting caught up in love just to watch them go too.” Josh’s face became solemn as the memory of the ale soaked night played in his mind. 

“It must have been hard for him,” you replied. “To lose almost everything.” 

“I imagine so. Luckily my brother kept him well stocked with ale and bread to help drown his sorrows.”

“I didn’t take Danny for a drunkard.” Josh shook his head at your worried expression. 

“He isn’t, but grief makes you do things you normally wouldn’t do, doesn’t it?” you nodded quietly. “Any matter, it nearly bowled me over to hear a lady was with him. I was thinking about heading to the tavern tonight to try and see for myself.”

“And instead we came to you,” you smiled at Josh, making him grin. You felt a part of your heart melt at his smile, and instantly knew a little piece of you would feel a deep fondness towards this man eternally. 

“A soon-to-be princess right on my doorstep.” he watched your smile fall. “Is this not a happy occasion?”

“It should be,” you answered quietly, “but I think I’m frightened…I don’t think I want this. Though it’s not like I have much of a choice.” Josh stepped back from you, assessing your forlorn expression and posture. 

“Do you believe in fate?” Josh asked as if he were asking your name. 

“I do, most of the time,” you replied sheepishly. 

“I do too,” Josh knelt down, pulling a length of string from your hip to your ankle. “And I believe that fate guides us where we’re supposed to be.” Great, you thought. Yet another person telling you that your marriage was what was right. “The fact that you drop into my shop the very week I received a bolt of luscious light blue silk?” His brown eyes swirled with glimmers of joy. “Fated, my dear.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So Josh and Jake are brothers?” you asked Danny as you strolled the village a few minutes later. He was taking you around, showing you all the shops and places around. 

“Aye, twins at that.” he confirmed. “They’ve got another yet, too.”

“Another twin?!” Danny laughed at your shock.

“No, another brother. Younger than both of them, but smart as a whip.” Danny paused, looking over a market stand with some last of the fall harvest. Apples and plums were plenty, and Danny plucked a few of the latter, handing the vendor some coin he had gotten in trade for the brooch you’d given him. He handed you one and kept walking, biting into his own.

“Will I be meeting him as well?” Danny nodded. 

“He’s a little outside the village, not far, not like me.” the tall man beside you squinted out towards the edge of the village. “He needs the room for his work.”

“What does he do?” you took a bite of the plum, savoring the sweet juice. It felt so long since you’d had a fruit, at least since before you left your home in Indigwall. You almost forgot to listen to Danny’s answer.

“Sam is a blacksmith.” Danny reached down and patted one of the knives he kept on his belt. “And a damn good one at that. He’s made most of my knives.” You remembered the weight of the dagger you’d held only a few days earlier. It was well balanced, not that you were versed in swords and knives. But it sliced through the air with such ease you knew it was made well. “He has his home and a forge on his property, and brings in his wares every so often to the village.”

“Kind of like a hunter and his pelts?” Danny shrugged with a nod. 

“I usually stay with him, free up a room at the tavern, see my friend, get a free knife sharpening,” he bit into his plum again. “It’s not a bad way to live.”

“Your friends have been incredibly kind so far,” your eyes stayed cast down at your feet. “I feel in great debt to them, and to you for everything.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t turn away a few coins once you’ve got the royal ledgers in your hands.” Danny chuckled. “But they’re incredibly generous, and I promise you, there is not a drop of red in their books regarding you.”

“Still, I shall make it right with them.” you took another bite of your plum, chewing slowly as you thought. Perhaps being the princess could have its perks. You could donate money to the less fortunate, you could start a charity…perhaps you could spend some coins requesting furs from a specific hunter, and outfits by a local tailor. Yes, you could spend the money however you pleased, and hopefully for the best. 

You followed in step with Danny out of the village, down a dirt path. It was only about a mile out, until you came upon a stone cottage, a large structure built off the side. The clanking of metal being struck in a rhythmic fashion met your ears. 

“Ah, you’ll get to see the master at work.” Danny grinned as he approached the wooden fence that kept animals and people out of the forge. He leaned against the wood, and you followed suit, your eyes coming upon the sight.

Sam’s broad shoulders and back were to you, glistening with sweat as he held the metal blade of a longsword in the fire. His long brown hair was tied back with a dirty piece of cloth, though pieces around his face had fallen free during his work and clung to his damp face. When he turned, your breath caught in your throat. How fitting the man striking steel was striking in his appearance. Brows furrowed in concentration as he put the blade back on the anvil, taking up his hammer and beginning to strike again, shooting sparks into the air.. Marks of ash and soot speckled his chest and face, and you blushed as you watched his arm raise, the muscles tensing before bringing the hammer down. It wasn’t until he turned, facing you and Danny and dipped the sword into a barrel of water that he glanced up. 

The steam from the screeching hot metal dissipated and Sam jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to visit. He took the sword back from the water and set it on the anvil before grabbing a cloth from his bench, wiping his face with it as he walked over.

“Thought I saw a ghost,” Sam laughed as he approached. “What are you doing here, Daniel?”

“I’m in the village for a bit, thought I’d stop by and catch up.” Danny grinned. Sam’s eyes trailed to you, his smile turning curious. “Before you echo your brothers, no I did not take a wife.” he introduced you to the blacksmith, who simply bowed his head, his hands covered in soot. “I’ve escorted her to your brother's tavern to wait for word from her fiance.” 

“Mm, well it’s good he has Fiora, otherwise I’d say sorry you’re staying in such a shithole.” Sam laughed, then glanced over to you again. “Pardon my language, I’m not used to a lady being in my forge.”

“No pardon necessary,” you ignored your mothers voice in your head, telling you to scold him and make him feel bad for cursing in front of you. “After the journey we’ve had, it’s the least of my worries.” Sam glanced between you and Danny before clearing his throat.

“Daniel, why don’t you go inside, start a kettle for us, yeah? I’ll wash up and be in shortly.” Danny pushed himself away from the fence, gesturing you to the door of Sam’s home. 

The cottage was much like Danny’s sparse and simple. A fireplace, a table, a work bench and a bed. There were more weapons, projects Sam worked on into the night when he couldn’t sleep but didn’t want to risk the sound of his hammer and anvil echoing and drawing attention. A large bed draped with blankets and a large fur; you wondered briefly if it was a gift from the hunter filling a kettle to hang over the fire. 

As Danny finished his task, you wandered, looking over the projects Sam had left laying around. Your eyes landed on a long dagger, the hilt embedded with large glittering black stones. Your fingers reached out, smoothing over the facets and wrapping around the handle. It fit perfectly in your fist, and felt like nothing as you raised it. The blade was unfinished, but you imagined it sliced through the air like a knife through butter. 

“She’s a beaut,” Sam’s voice startled you, making you drop the sword to the table and jump back. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just touched your work without asking.” Your apology was met with the wave of a hand and a charming smile. 

“Please, I’m happy she’s being admired by someone other than myself.” Sam nodded to the weapon. “I made her a little backward. I shouldn’t have set the stones before I was finished with the blades, but I couldn’t wait to see what it would look like. Now I’m too afraid of cracking a stone with the rest of the work.”

“I can imagine they weren’t easy to procure,” you nodded in agreement. “But you seem very skilled in your trade, I believe you could finish it without an issue.” 

“You give a lot of faith to someone you just met,” Sam eyed you curiously. You gave him a soft smile.

“I have faith in Daniel,” your eyes stayed unwavering on Sam. “And he trusts you. You’ve made most all of his blades, from what he’s told me, they’ve protected me this far. I trust your craft.” Sam appraised you with a good natured smirk. 

“I like you,” he stated. “Shame you’re betrothed, I could use a lady to pluck up my ego.” 

“Your ego can barely fit in your forge, Sam.” Danny chuckled. “I fear if it gets any bigger you'd be bed ridden.”

“Yes and what about my ego?” You piped up, hoping your tone held the levity theirs did. “You talk of needing a lady to lift yours, but a proper man should do the same to his lady, should he not?” Sam stammered, caught off guard by your forward comment before laughing. 

“Now I really like her,” he gestured towards the table. “Where is this fiancé of yours that has you traveling to Ashlight?”

“Ferryden.” you answered. Sam nodded as he grabbed a cloth and picked up the kettle, pouring hot water over the small strainer of tea leaves resting atop your cup. 

“That’s not horribly far from here,” he surmised, pouring into Danny’s cup next. “What does he do?”

“He’s the prince.” Sam paused, staring at you. The water was still flowing from the kettle, almost overflowing Danny’s cup until the taller man snapped his fingers in front of Sam’s face. 

“Betrothed to a prince, ay?” Sam poured his own cup before resting the kettle in the middle of the table and taking his own seat. 

“Her carriage was robbed on the way to the city. She got away from the thieves and came across my cottage.” Danny supplied the story for you as you sipped your tea. “So I escorted her here to send him word.”

“And you’re staying?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Danny. There was an impeccable talent of the Kiszka brothers to have silent conversations with Danny. You wanted to ask Sam if the room was entirely silent when he and his family were together, all speaking in their minds. Danny’s cheeks tinged pink and he cleared his throat. 

“Aye, I want to make sure she gets on her way.” Danny fiddled with a dried tea leaf that was on the table. 

“Always a noble man.” Sam smirked. “Well, while you’re in Ashlight, my lady, I am at your service.”

“Your chivalry is greatly appreciated, Sam.” you nodded. Your response may have been missed, as Sam’s eyes were trained on Danny again, yet another dialogue you were excluded from. “Please excuse me, it’s a little warm in here. I think I’ll step outside.” Standing up from the table, you headed for the door, feeling both of their eyes on you. 

It wasn’t until Sam watched you pass the window that he spoke. 

“I’ve seldom known you to be an imbecile, but falling in love with a woman promised to Prince Emers makes up for all of your missed opportunities.” 

“I’m not-“ Danny stared at Sam, shocked at the assumption. “I’m not in love with her.” Sam threw a skeptical look at his curly headed friend. 

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Danny sighed, sitting back in his chair. 

“I will not deny that our time together has made me fond of her.” Danny admitted, feeling a small weight lift from his chest. 

“I am your best friend, Daniel. Tell me the truth or I shall force you to do so with a spar.” Sam threatened. “And I don’t think you would want her to see you lose.” Danny glared at Sam, his eyes darkening. 

“I am telling you the truth to the extent I can, Samuel.” Danny flicked the tea leaf at his friend. “I have grown fond of the girl, as a friend, nothing more.”  Sam narrowed his eyes but let the conversation go. The weight that had lifted in Danny’s chest settled back into place. Leave it to Sam to finally make Danny reconcile with his feelings. 

The sun was beginning its descent as you and Danny left Sam’s, forging the short path back to the village. Your companion was again quiet, nearly brooding. Whatever Sam had said when you went for a walk around the cottage, it had bothered Danny. A part of you wanted to ask what the conversation turned to, but instead decided to keep the silence, instead admiring the bold orange sun peeking through the last of the autumn leaves hanging on to their branches. 

Once at the tavern, you headed up to your room first, Danny saying he had some catching up to do with Jake at the bar. Getting settled in and unpacking your rucksack, there was a knock on the door. When you opened it, Fiora stood, smiling. 

“Hello love,” she greeted. “I thought you may need some new nightclothes, so I brought you a spare of mine.”

“Thank you Fiora, I do,” you let her in and she set the white nightdress on the bed. “I appreciate yours and Jake’s kindness.”

“It’s what friends are for,” Fiora placed her hands on her hips with a smile. “I’ll have Danny bring up some hot water and washcloths so you can wash up before bed. Do you need anything else?”

“I don’t believe so,” you smiled at her. “Again, thank you,”

“Of course,” Fiora left the room and you changed into the nightdress she left you. It was soft and long, and you were beginning to turn down the covers of the bed when another knock echoed. Moving to the door, you cracked it open. Danny stood there, giving you a small, almost bashful smile. 

“Can I come in?” you nodded, opening the door and Danny stepped inside carrying a bucket of steaming water and washcloths tucked under his arm. “I didn’t want to just come in in case you were changing.”

“It’s alright,” you showed an appreciative smile. He set down the pail and winced. “Are you okay?” He nodded, shrugging off his coat. “You’re not!” Your hand lifted, pointing to his tunic. The small blood stain from the day before had grown bigger. 

Before you could stop yourself, you rushed over, pushing his tunic up and grimacing at the sight of your makeshift bandages soaked. 

“Don’t-“ it was too late, your fingers were already untying the scraps of cloth, blood staining your delicate fingers. 

“Take your tunic off.” You commanded, the authority in your voice catching Danny off guard. “I cannot properly attend to your wound if you do not.” Danny winced again as he raised his tunic over his head, tossing it to the ground as you grabbed one of the cloths Fiora sent up. The water in the bucket was scalding, but you grit your teeth until the rag was soaked and brought it to Danny’s wound. He hissed as the hot water came in contact with his cool skin. You knelt down, cleaning the cut and inspecting it. 

Glancing up at Danny, you gave him a sorry look. 

“I think we may need to sew it shut,” Danny’s skin visibly paled.

“You’ll not be taking a needle and thread to me, surely”.

“If you want this to heal, yes I will.” You stood up, taking Danny’s hand and making him hold the damp cloth against his cut. “I’ll go ask Fiora if she has anything we can use.” You moved to the door, too distracted to care that you were in just a nightdress. 

“You best be bringing whiskey back with you too.” Your head snapped around, looking incredulously at Danny. “I’m not facing this without a nip of liquid courage.” 

You flew down the stairs, behind the bar and towards the kitchen, making Jake jump and follow you. 

“What’s going on that has you running like a spector through my bar?” 

“Danny’s hurt,” you barely glanced over your shoulder as you pushed through the doors to the kitchen. Fiora looked up from stirring a large pot, seeing your distress and dropping the handle of the large wooden spoon.

“What happened?” Jake and Fiora echoed one another. 

“Yesterday, he got hurt saving our lives,” you waved a hand as if the explanation wasn’t important. “I need a needle and thread to patch the wound.” you turned to Jake. “And the strongest whiskey you have.”

Fiora grabbed your hand, pulling you back up the stairs and to her room as Jake went to the cellars. You fidgeted as you stood in Fiora’s room, glancing around the new surroundings as she rifled through her trunk to find what you needed. In the short, frantic time you only noted she had dried flowers over her window, the delicate blossoms faded in color but still gave the room a peaceful feel. 

“Here,” Fiora handed you a roll of thick suture thread and a needle. You bolted back down the hallway as soon as they were in your hands, and came back to your room to find Jake already there, pouring glasses of whiskey. Danny stood by the fire, his hand where you left it, bracing the cloth over his cut. Carefully you threaded the needle, pulling a chair from the small table in your room over to him. 

“I can’t promise comfort,” you warned Danny, glancing up at him as you sat, now eye-level with the cut. “But I will be as gentle as possible.”

“Just get on with it.” Danny grimaced, short breaths puffing up his chest quickly as the anticipation grew. Jake came over and handed him a glass, and Danny shot back the alcohol, swallowing it in one gulp. “Another, quickly.” Jake took the cup back and you moved Danny’s hand from his cut. The bleeding had waned, but it needed to be closed to heal properly. 

“Okay, I’m going to start,” you took a deep breath in unison with Danny and grit your teeth as you pierced his skin with the needle.

“Fucking christ!” Danny cried out, pain lacing his voice. “Jake, bring the whole fucking bottle.” Jake thrust the bottle of whiskey into Danny’s hand quickly, watching nearly chug a portion of it. You fought the sick, shaking feeling as you continued stitching Danny’s wound together, sealing the skin. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you murmured as Danny continued to curse.”

“I’m not yelling at you!” Danny assured you, though his tone was still angry and annoyed. “Just keep going and get this over with!” keeping your head down, you continued your work until the cut was fully sealed. Once you’d secured the sutures, you cut the thread with one of Danny’s knives before tossing it to the ground. Danny went to take another drink from the bottle of whisky, until your shaky hands ripped it from his grasp and brought it to your own lips, pulling a large swig. The liquor burned and your face contorted from the harshness, but you swallowed it down before thrusting it back to Danny. 

Jake and Fiora brought you a few more washcloths and you tidied up around Danny’s cut, before placing a thin layer of honey to keep out infection. When the two of you were alone again, neither you or Danny could sit still. The adrenaline from the pain and shouting was coursing through your body and you found yourself arranging things in the room. Danny paced around and then checked the wound then paced again. After a little while, he spoke.

“Thank you,” your name on his lips felt laden with guilt. “I truly didn’t mean to shout at you, or curse in front of you like that.” turning, you gave him a soft smile.

“I imagine if I had a needle and thread pulling through my skin I would have some very choice words as well.” a small shared laugh had the two of you inching closer. “I’m afraid I feel too restless to try and sleep.”

“Aye, I feel the same,” Danny nodded. “Usually sitting by the fire can calm my nerves.” Danny thought for a moment, then pulled another fur from the bed, adding it to the pile he had slept on the night before. 

“What are you doing?” you watched as he lowered himself gingerly to the blankets, grimacing. 

“I’m laying by the fire, having another drink, and relaxing.” Danny faced the fire and pulled a drink from the bottle of whiskey. You joined him, kneeling in front of him and snatching the bottle from his lips mid-pull. 

“I think you’ve had quite enough of that.” You instead brought the bottle to your lips, tilting your head back and taking a smaller sip than before, but winced at the burning just the same. Danny’s eyes watched you as you wrenched the bottle away, coughing slightly. You set the bottle between the two of you, but Danny didn’t touch it again, instead he stared between the fire and you, watching the shadows of the flames dance across your face and arms. He’d seen you in firelight so often, and he wasn’t quite sure but it was becoming one of his favorites visions. Your eyes met his, and a blush crept to your cheeks as your brows furrowed slightly.. 

“What is it?”

“You’re beautiful,” the words escaped Danny before he could stop them, the whiskey in his bloodstream lowering his guard. Your blush deepened and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. 

“Yes, I do believe you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” you murmured, moving the bottle farther from Danny. His arm shot out, hand covering yours on the neck of the bottle. 

“It’s not the drink,” he assured you. “Your beauty puts the wildflowers to shame.” 

“You’re quite the charmer, Danny.” The attempt to hide your appreciation for the comments beginning to fail. “If only Prince Emers was half as endearing.” Danny raised an eyebrow. 

“Does the prince not charm you?” Danny asked, the firelight dancing across his tanned skin. You bristled slightly, your memory pouring through the letters you had exchanged with the monarch. 

“He,” you paused, finding the right words. “He is not as verbose when it comes to the written word as I would like.” Danny smirked, knowing the rumors the prince was a dud were proving themselves true. You pulled the bottle and your hand out of his grasp.

“What would you want him to write?” Taking a sip from the bottle, you almost snorted it back out. 

“Anything other than the acres of land I lived on or how the castle in Farrynden is one of the best in the world.” you made a face, rolling your eyes. “I once wrote him a letter, telling him that thinking of our upcoming nuptials had my bosoms heaving.” 

“And what was his response?” Danny asked softly.

“His response was to ask if my father had any cattle.” Danny’s smirk fell, his eyes darting over you. 

“If you had written me a letter about your heaving bosoms I would write you one back telling you all the ways I would touch them, tease them.” your cheeks reddened as your breath caught in your throat, watching as Danny leaned closer to you, the tip of his nose nearly bumping yours. Feeling a ghost of his breath upon your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, heart pounding calling to him to move just a few more inches so his lips would touch yours. 

“With not only my hands, my with my lips and tongue,” a soft, indiscernible whimper floated from you as your eyes fluttered shut. “Tell you all about how I could please you, how nothing more would make me happy than to give you everything you need.” you should stop this, you thought, you should stop it before it goes too far. “Have you ever been touched?” swallowing roughly you nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“Yes, once” you whispered. A jealous flare surged through Danny’s body, but he kept himself grounded. “He was a stable boy, back in Indigwall. During my parents negotiations with the court, I was rebellious and stupid. I let him take my maidenhead.” Danny’s eyes flicked up to yours, seeing shame in them. He cupped your face, his thumb dragging across the apple of your cheek. “It…I didn’t feel like what the handmaids said. It was rough, and quick, it didn’t feel good at all.”

“You need someone to show you how it can really feel,” Danny murmured. ‘Yes!’ Your body and mind cried out. ‘Yes! Show me, touch me, feel me!’ as Danny’s lips came closer to yours, your heart pounded, you wanted it so badly, wanted him so badly. Yet, before his lips could make contact, you turned your head. Danny’s eyes blinked open, and he stared at you.

“Perhaps we’ve both had too much to drink tonight.” you cleared your throat, an ache settling in your chest and between your legs. “You were right, sitting close to the fire has indeed made my restlessness settle.”

“Of course,” you tried to ignore the pang of guilt at the despondent tone in Danny’s voice. As you stood up, your heart told you to stop, to throw yourself at him and let him show you everything he could. But you couldn’t. Instead you crawled into the bed, leaving him on his pile of furs by the fire. Turning your back to Danny, you tried to steady your breathing. You couldn’t get wrapped up in him only to be ripped from his arms and to a life where you would know how devastating it was to lose him.

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[nagdabbit]

so mayhap have a teeny tiny little bit of a tale warcrime

like 850 words that i really like a lot little bit of a war crime

there's probably spoilers for we collide with shoulder and steel but lorde knows i will spoil my own fic if someone asks nicely so don't be surprised. anyway. a smidge of tale

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When he was fifteen, afraid and shivering in the autumn wind, Danny tucked behind him, Yuta finally understood the danger in the fire.

Houses had burned before, that was nothing new. They needed to make space in the town, just as they needed to make space in the fields. Houses died, just as people did. Cracked and crumbled, turned bitter and brittle, emptied out like the bodies that had grown old inside them. It was nothing new.

But as he stood on that hill, clutching Danny close, he watched the fire take a home. He watched people running for the wells, buckets in hand. Heard the screams echoing out across the night, barely loud enough to hear over the roar of flames. Saw bodies leap from windows, crashing to the charred earth as the head of the blaze began to eat away at the next house behind. 

It was the first time he'd seen the fire take what wasn't given

In all, five homes were reduced to ash before anyone noticed the eastern flank beginning to head toward the hills—toward them. 

Fire was meant to clear away the debris of past harvests, making way for the next. It was wine on a wound, meant to wash away infection—though it would burn and sting to high heaven. But not all wounds healed. Some were no longer fresh, but already starting to rot and wither. Some were too deep, too wide, too plentiful, and all he saw in every direction was dry grass and dead trees. There was nowhere for them to hide, fire eating away at all sides of them, and he'd seen well enough that fire ran faster than he could. 

It had been Danny who saved them, in the end. He'd always been a little reckless, always had more faith than common sense—and more dumb luck than anything else. He'd grabbed Yuta's hand and ran toward the fire.

He'd always been practical, but he trusted Danny more than his own fear. When he felt the heat on his skin, singeing his cheeks and scorching his lungs, he feared they were running toward their deaths. But he still blindly lept when Danny yelled for him to.

He thought about that moment, passing through the flames for what felt like hours, before they crashed to the razed pasture. The ground was hot beneath their feet, still smoking, but the fire had passed.

He didn't know how the fire was eventually stopped, far too busy clutching Danny close as they both shook, but it had been put out before it took the mountain. When dawn finally came, he'd looked to see the line of blackened earth where it brushed right up to the treeline, a hair's breadth away from catching the whole world alight. It was the first time he'd truly known the cold emptiness of hopeless fear.

It was the first time he'd realized how close they were to disaster. The first time he realized that fires only ever got bigger, got closer, got hungrier. It was the first time he'd realized that something needed done, beyond the triage they'd been surviving on for so long.

It was the first time he thought of climbing the mountain, of looking for answers to questions no one wanted to ask. First time he'd considered that, just maybe, tradition might be the death of them. It was the first time he'd realized how well and truly fucked they were. 

But he hadn't found answers waiting at the top of that rocky trail, not the ones he'd wanted. He found silence and cruelty, stoked by years of solitude. A garden littered with the remains of those that had come before him, with room enough for those that would come after. Earth scorched, not by fire, but by inaction. A household torn by tragedies and traumas.

He found what he'd thought a beast with the heart of a man, lonely atop his cliffside prison. 

He found a graveyard, one he feared he'd one day join.

But he'd hauled cool, clear water up from the mountain's depths. He'd tilled the dry, gray earth with his bare hands. Planted seeds he'd spent years collecting out of some distant hope, and grew something more than just another tragedy atop that quiet cliff. 

And with one swift, tender act of unwitting cruelty, he found himself filled with an even greater swell of hope. 

His garden outlived him.

With each year he remained, his garden grew on without him. Birds nested and bees, heavy with pollen, lumbered their way between blossoms. There was fruit enough to feed the curious few deer and soft, curious rabbits that had found their way back. Life enough that it spread, and grew without a gardener to guide it, overflowing from the beds that he had made.

By his own hands, he had healed a tiny scrap of a broken land. Left a mark so deep and profound that it wouldn't be washed away by unthinking anger and misplaced fear. Proof enough, even for him, that they could all one day be saved.

[queer-lemons]

Honestly I think the mindset of "I'm allowed to make whatever noise I want" isn't just a problem in public spaces.

This is NOT a post saying "I want to control what people do in their own homes". This is a post about the fact that in shared housing (yes, even-- especially-- households with parents and their kids), people don't think twice about if their noise level is intrusive on others.

I could make a myriad of points: kids need to be able to study, kids need to be able to sleep, whatever. But I shouldn't need to. Kids should be able to have a place that is quiet.

I'm not saying that adults need to tiptoe and only whisper and never make music or listen to things out loud. And ofc this isn't a problem in every household, etc. etc. please read in good faith.

Kids get SUCH a bad rap for being loud, messy, etc., but people rarely if ever hold parents to the same standards. And honestly a LOT of kids are negatively affected by their parents being just plain loud.

My mom yells, sings, plays loud sermons, etc., all day. We live in a ranch house with a basement, and no matter where I am in the house I can hear her. That shouldn't be happening, even in a relatively small house.

My mom shouldn't be holding loud conversations in the hallway right next to people's rooms where they're trying to have peace and privacy.

I shouldn't have had to spend over $100 on noise cancelling headphones as a teenager solely because of the fact that my mom can make any noise she wants (while I only listen to things with headphones)

This is half rant and it's not super well laid out, but basically I wish people would take the same attitude that they have toward the guy watching tv out loud on the bus that they do to someone monopolizing all the "noise space" in a house.

Just because you live somewhere doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want. If you have kids, it's your responsibility to give them some buffer of respectfulness, fucking hell

[kyberrebel]

Things that went through my mind during Ahsoka Episode 6

Ahsoka is talking about not having enough time to prepare Sabine to make the right choice about leaving to find Ezra, when I don’t think any amount of training could have changed her mind. Kanan’s gone, Hera, Chopper and Zeb are often off doing New Republic stuff. Even with Ahsoka back as her Master, she is probably still feeling extremely alone. She loves Ezra, and there is no way Ahsoka could have convinced her not to go.

“Perhaps for Sabine it was the only choice.” See, Huyang gets it

Huyang saying “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away” is making me laugh my ass off

It’s hilarious, yet makes me slightly uncomfortable, since Star Wars never really breaks the fourth wall

How dare they not let Sabine share a room with her new girlfriend, Shin

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY. LOOK AT THE WAY SHIN LOOKS AT SABINE IN THE COCKPIT, I love my space lesbians

Wow, Shin has talked more in this episode than she has in the whole show so far.

Baylon DEFINITELY has his own plan he is hiding from Morgan and the witches. Can’t wait to see how that goes

SABINE IS FINALLY USING THE FO- oh, never mind

The shot of the battered Star Destroyer arriving combined with the music is giving me chills

Hey, those are some cool ass looking Stormtroo- OH SHIT ITS THRAWN

ITS ABOUT TIME

Such an amazing entrance into live-action for him. I feel it is definitely succeeding at letting casual, non-rebel-watching fans know how important and how big of a figure he is.

I’m sorry but he still totally looks like a blue Elon Musk. 

Soooooo… Where’s Ezra?

I just know Ezra would love collecting all those cool Stormtrooper helmets

I don’t know what the rat-dog thing  is but I love him

SABINE USE YOUR LIGHTSABER

Oh hey, she actually listened to me

Lars Mikkelsen is doing a great job so far at portraying Thrawn in live-action. His mannerisms and body language are just like they were in Rebels. 

STOP YELLING AT THE RAT-DOG, SABINE, HE CAME BACK AND IS TRYING HIS BEST

No, but seriously Rat-Dog is adorable and I would die for him

*Me singing* Teenage mutant ninja turtles, teenage mutant ninja turtles!

TMNT-looking dudes know Ezra… Okay where is he then?? 

AGHHHJBJKSDK IT’S EZRA

EZRA I MISSED YOU *actually crying*

Ngl I’m kind of sad his hair isn’t blue BUT I’M STILL SO HAPPY HE’S HERE 

We all needed that hug, let’s be honest

Rat-dog is called a Howler? Good to know.

I was so scared that Ezra would be all traumatized, depressed, and a shell of himself when we saw him again, I’m so happy that’s not the case. He seems to be doing great, all things considering

I wonder if Sabine will give him back his lightsaber, or if he has been using the force at all since he’s been gone.

I hate to nitpick, but, they made his eyes blue (which I’m happy about) but not his hair??

Oh right, for a few minutes, I actually forgot Ahsoka was on her way and that this was her show

Like how last episode was for TCW fans, this episode was for Rebels fans!! Another great episode.

[witchywillowsblog]

❣︎ 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝑂𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆 ❣︎ [𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑/ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄??]

A dbf!Joel x f!reader fanfic based on the song ‘memories’ by Conan Gray.

Warnings: big age gap (reader is in her 20s, Joel is 52), angsty if you squint, tension, eventual smut (none in this part, sorry), parent death, dbf!Joel, f!reader

Can’t think of anymore, If there is though, please let me know :)

(𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚢𝚎𝚊. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! :])

It was almost physically painful how infatuated you had become over a man who barely expresses emotions and who is, of course, your dads best friend. You were 20 when your dad had met Joel through Tommy who your dad was already comfortably acquainted with. Your now 24, Joel is 52; it’s beautifully risky how big the age gap is, and some sick part of you enjoys the idea, the chase, the way it feels so very forbidden.

One small (or rather big) problem, Joel is reluctant and barely willing to show if he even shares the same flutter within his chest every time there’s a fleeting glance between you two. One where you can see a different glow within his eyes, one which sometimes lingers longer than the norm, scanning you entirely from bottom to top. Sure, you’ve had a few people in your life who have come close to stealing your heart, but when they say something along the lines of “I would love to take this further” or something like that, your heart sinks. As if there’s already a space that’s been taken over by a man with broad shoulders, calloused hands and ruffled hair that sits gorgeously on his forehead. I don’t know, maybe the man who is your dads best friend for Pete sake. Your heart also sinks because, you want to so badly let go, to move on. It feels almost impossible though, you’ll finally get to a point where the person sitting across from you is looking at you with promising eyes and lovely words and you think to yourself “maybe I can finally find peace and happiness with this person”. Then you go visit your dad to watch a movie and have a few drinks and there he is, sitting on the sofa, legs slightly spread, arm resting on the top of the couch, few top buttons of his shirt not done up. And the air is completely knocked out of your lungs, an almost crushing wave collapsing down onto you. That person from before doesn’t look like peace and happiness, Joel does.

Your standing in the threshold of the front door almost lost in a trance, staring helplessly at the back of Joel’s head, eyeing his shoulders. Your interrupted though, as your dad enthusiastically has his arms raised, one holding a bottle of unopened beer, walking towards you, half yelling in a sing song.

“There’s my favourite girl! Helloo”

His definitely halfway between tipsy and drunk.

Your swallowed by a tight embrace, your arms awkwardly hugging one of his arms back as your other hand is occupied by your bag.

“Heyy”, you reply with a grin trying to hide the fact that you were gawking at, once again, your dad’s best friend. Speaking of, you glance towards Joel and almost immediately turn away as he was already looking back.

“Now my, my, you’re all dolled up. What guy bored you enough this time to come here again?” Your dad shares jokingly. You can only giggle in response, scratching the back of your neck; you know full well why you’re here at your dads place again after a date instead of going home with said date and making out, probably maybe get bent over if your lucky enough. Maybe, if your so lucky, Joel could bend you over his own thigh right now with the way his shameless man spreading, the fabric of his jeans tight against his-

“Mm, who wouldn’t want to come here for fun? We are most definitely more entertaining than some dude talkin off y’ear all evening.” Joel replied, turned towards you two from the sofa, staring especially intently at you, taking a swig of his drink while grinning as he notices you staring back. It felt all too flirty.

“That-“ your dad dramatically points towards Joel. “-is correct. Now, what film would my baby like to watch.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, smiling ear to ear down at you. You let out a breathy chuckle as both you and your dad walk into the living room. You can’t help but greatly appreciate these moments; your dad always impossibly happy to see you walk through his door every time no matter how many times you’re here, the glow of the tv in the dim lit room, the laughter and the jokes thrown between your dad and Joel. It’s warm, this feeling. These past few years have somehow been the best and yet worst years of your life. Your mum had passed away in a car accident only a year before your dad had met Joel. In some strange way, he had saved the both of you. Yes, you may have spent nights in your bed at shockingly late hour’s crying because the very presence of a man that you’re on the brink of falling in love with is unattainable and makes you feel insane, you also would never let go of this. Of him.

“Uhh, I think I’ll have a drink first and think about it.” You answer as you take a sit at the other end of the sofa, a distance away from Joel. He briefly follows your movements, turning his head subtly to look you up and down before taking another drink of, your guessing, beer.

“Of course, of course. I’ll go get that for ya.” Your dad smiles before turning a corner into the kitchen.

It’s just you and joel now.

Joel sniffs, rubbing his face, leaning further back into the sofa and adjusting himself. You should of ignored it. Could of. But you were intensely focused on the action, swiftly glancing to look at him, pursing your lips and inhaling.

“So, what’s the name of this guy?”, Joel casually asks, with that same grin that makes your heart momentarily stammer. You pause almost not wanting to relive the heartbreak on the poor guys face as you told him you had to exscuse yourself as you gave him fake promises.

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘭．

Is what you think to yourself. What you wanna say. But instead you opt for the easy small talk.

“Mm, not an important one.”, playfully answering.

“Hm.” Joel hums in understanding and agreement. “Wanna tell me what went wrong this time or?”

You lean back and let out a frustrated sigh. “I just…” your eyes scan the room as you try to form an answer in your mind. “I feel like, like I would be settling.” You turn to look at joel saying the last words. His expression is calm and focused, he’s listening to you. “Settling because they don’t entirely meet my expectations but I would be happy enough that I’m comfortable. If that makes any sense.” You gesture your hands and roll your eyes listening to your own words and feeling stupid. Joel moves his arm off from the top of the sofa, placing it on his thigh, tilting his head, eyes attentive.

“No, I understand you. Why do you think I’ve stayed alone all these years”, he lets out a breathy, half chuckle. Smiling, you tilt your head towards him.

“Well that’s not entirely true, you have me and my dad” you reply in an almost playful tone. Joel let’s out the same hum he usually does, normally meaning he’s agreeing.

“You need someone that feels more like home almost…”, Joel speaks, looking in front of him at nothing, in thought. “Familiar..”

You furrow you brows in confusion at this, not sure what he’s implying. Or you do and you’re just trying to not think too hard about it…about him. Imagining a life with him, imagining waking up under the soft light of the sun trickling through the open gaps in the curtains, Joel’s arms wrapped securely around you, bringing you a comfort that your dates could never even get close to.

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙.

You almost don’t notice, but a small grin starts to appear on Joel’s lips. He barely opens his mouth to speak, before your dad comes back from the kitchen with three cans of drinks in his raised hands, a smile plastered across his face.

“Ahhh, the drinks are finally here!” Your dad, more than enthusiastically says. He tosses a can to you and Joel, Joel of course catches it like it’s nothing. You pay too much attention to small things like that, observe him like his a painting in a gallery.

[kooabreen]

that moment when you find your old sunset lamp from when you tried to make your dorm pretty - it’s hidden in a box with all the other stuff that was a tad too sentimental to donate (rat figurines you found abandoned outside the music building that sing opera if you press their paws, cheap plastic champagne glasses that you used to drink the wine you snuck on campus, a bundle of random stolen incense from each of your old friends)

you’ve been mopping all day so the furniture in your living room is all out of sorts, pushed to the walls leaving space in the center

your tv doesn’t work anymore (you took a lighter and screwdriver to the base of it in order to bend the plastic so that it would fit on the hutch you bought - it lasted a good 5 months before dying) so you’re left with a borrowed record player and a few thrifted records to create some ambiance

the quality of music isn’t great - it’s all scratched and distorted and grainy, but it’s music and that’s all you needed at the moment - it’s a lot of obscure jazz and classicals, the cheapest records you could find

it’s warm outside and sunny - neighbors are working on their lawns and an icecream truck is nearby, riling up the kids on the block - you decide to open all the windows up wide, letting in sounds and smells and fresh sweet air

curtains are drawn closed, letting the sunset lamp shine in the center of the room - it’s pointed upwards so that each wall is basked in light

and then you dance in a very embarrassing way - all gangly limbs and unpracticed motions - you can’t see the picture you make, but you can catch glimpses of yourself in the shadows projected onto the surrounding walls - after awhile, that too becomes part of this strange dance - shadow puppets and silly poses join awful awful dance moves

after a while, you’re winded and sweaty and you feel like stopping, but the world hasn’t stopped around you yet. people are still laughing outside and crows are still yelling at each other - the record needs to be flipped, but there’s almost no need for that - the world is it’s own sort of soundtrack as you take a break on the floor, catching your breath and feeling the way sweat gathers behind your knees and where your arms meet torso

your back is to the lamp, so you see your shadow self ahead of you - smaller now that you’re sitting and seemingly inconsequential in the liveliness of the moment, but capable of many silly and ridiculous things and moments that are often spurred on by last second decisions

i hate making important decisions and i hate having to be serious about my future - i’d much rather break tvs and look around forgotten boxes and pretend i’m a kid again creating shadow birds with the hands i use to write

[queenmeraairam]

Just Hold me

Namor x F Reader I don't own the character First time writing Description Establish Relationship Reader has had a bad day like  A REAL BAD DAY NAMOR CONFORTS YOU. Hurt/Confort. Sorry for spelling errors Warning violence.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" you screamed at the ocean you screamed until your throat went raw the tears streaming down your face you had had a real bad day first you got into a nasty fight with your dad with him calling you all sorts of horrible names and throwing things around the house. All you did was tell him to keep the toilet seat dry after using the restroom. You left before the tears could fall.

Afterwards you had to go to work at the local restaurant and to your horror you were working with the terror twins Mandy and Karen they would make you do all the work while they themselves doing the bare minimum and made your job many times harder than it had to be. You tried to complain to the manager but the manager was constantly stoned out of his mind.

And today they must hae been in a real Bitchy mode spilling dirty food on you and calling you names under their breath. And the customers were no better the heat wave was making everyone short tempered you lost count how many customers yelled at you for things out of your control. It but it wasn't till the restaurant closed up that it really got bad you were taking out the trash when they cornered you Mindy grabed your hair and pulled you to the ground and when you tried to get up Karen gave you a kick to the stomach knocking the air was out of your lungs and keeping you grounded  but it wasn't over Mandy got you to your feet only for Karen to give you a backhanded slap knocking you to the ground  you tasted blood. You tried to fight but it was two against one and they were much bigger than you. You are 5'0 these girls are 5'8 there was no way you would win. The beating felt like it lasted hours but in reality it was no more than ten or so minuites according to your phone. You were hurting but you forced yourself to your bike and made your way to the beach your safe space you would come here everytime you felt like your emotioins were too much to handle or just wanted to be alone and sing it was secluded and hard to get to.

It was also here where you meet him.

Your Kukulkan you met him a few years ago The moon was beautiful you came here because you wanted to sing and play your guitar without being seen you had just a finished a song when you heard some clapping that spooked you you turned around and saw him emerging from the sea Dark hair, Beautiful Caramel skin covered in jewels with wings at his ankles you thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

" That was beautiful" He said  " Thank you i wrote it myself" you blushed you never herd someone compliment your singing before your shyness prevented you from singing infront of people "i'm Y/n what is yours" you asked " My people call me Kukulkan but my enemies call me Namor are you an enemy? He asked with a menacing tone getting closer. Out of instinct you stepped back clutching your guitar to you chest "No... I am not i've got no reason to be." you said back unsure on what else to say.

"As you say you have no reason to be do not be afraid i was swiming near by and heard singing i did not mean to frighten you. You have a lovley voice," Namor says his whole demeaner changed he sits himself down hoping you do the same and you do and you begin talking he tells you about Talokan and himself and the marine life it was fascianting to learn and you told him about your life your mom died when you were young she loved to sing so you do to to keep her memory life. How your dad sucks and you are waiting to graduate University so you can go away and never come back you tell him about your dreams of going to medical school and becoming a doctor and fears which suprised you. you had never told anyone this and yet here you were telling it to a man you just met a complete stranger but you coudn't deny there was something about him that made you feel safe like it was gonna be okay it felt warm and before you realized. It was starting to get late and you need to go home because you had class in the morning. "will i see you again?" Kukulkan asked with hopefull tone, you couldn't help but smile "How about tomorrow night?" You responded Kukulkan Just nods "until tomorrow" he says and then you part ways.

True to your word you return the next night and meet him again many times you bring your homework and notes so you can study a bit and you would talk about your classes and what you were learning it never seeamed to bore him instead he seemed quite interested  he would ask questions and help you study by asking you questions from the books  but he would make sure there was time for play because all work and no play is not good he would bring you gift like shells and pearls you tried to refuse but he would give you puppy dog eyes and you would always relent He taught you his lanuage and told you things he had never told other people. And before you knew it you had falllen in love with him.

You remembered the first time you kissed him it was after seeing the results of a very difficult exam that you were so caughted up in your joy you just kissed him which supprised you. You imediatly backed away unsure of what to say or do with one hand he just gently grabbed your chin so you were looking at him and the other one he put around your waist pulling you closer  and slowly as to not scare you without breaking eye contact he kissed you and you felt your nerves go haywire and you deepened the kiss it was the first night he made love to you and oh how you felt loved for the first time in a long time you felt loved you felt seen.

You smiled at the memory it was one of your favorites.

At this point you had sat yourself down your head on your knees and you were just sobbing so hard your body was shaking you didn't hear foot steps rappidly approach.

He was on his way when he heard your cries and immidiatly rushed and what he saw made his heart stop Bruises covered your ams and legs He gently knelt by you and tried to get your attention "In yakunaj! Ba'ax tuukul a.Ba'ax ku yuuchul? Ba'ax uuch" ( My love! what's the matter? what's wrong? what's happened) He had never seen you in such a state he placed a hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up. Kukulkan frozed your face had brusies a black eye a busted lip. You didn't say anything you just threw yourself into his arms and sobbed and sobbed. Kukulkan wrapped his arms around you and just held you whispering sweet nothings after a while your sobs quited but the shaking didn't.

"In Yakunaj paakat in" (my love look at me) Kukulkan said concern in his voice "Maax beet le ba'ala?" ( who did this).He tells you his voice like iron.  And you just spilled everything by the end you were crying not as hard as before but it didn't matter seeing tears was not something Kukulkan liked to see not now not ever. "shhh my love it is okay i'm here i'm here, i'm sorry im so sorry you had such a bad day i should go and kill those three for daring to hurt you. It is unforgivable" Kukulkan's voice was hard he was trying to keep his rage in. The only thing stopping him was that you were still in his arms shaking in distress and he was not gonna leave you until you were fully calmed down even then he might not go yet.

"N-o-o don't they are unworthy as much of assholes they are they don't deserve it" you tell him as much as the idea sounds amusing you knew it was wrong " Just hold me please " Your voice breaking Kukulkan is quick to shush you and does as you say he holds you tight like you might slip away at any moment when you have fully calmed down he gently strips your clothes off and sees the extent of the injuries you suffered he is angry for the brusies are everywhere. But he puts his anger aside and just focuses on kissing the bruises he redresses you and gently picks you up and goes to an outcropping of rocks where the both of you will be more conceled from prying eyes grabs the blanket that you left there a while ago wraps you up and just holds you until you fall asleep in his arms he longs to take you to Talokan away from here but he saves that question for another day right now he just holds you

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Oh guys guess what this chapters got music!

OK so um the music isn't for like the whole chapter but a part where Gotham sings are little baby a lullaby so ill link it in its section. Also i’m going to try to get it on to ao3 tonight now that my laptops working but well see. 

(part 1) (Part 2) (part 3) ( part 4: guess what ya here baby)

We are on ao3 need now! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43353157/chapters/108979318

Summary: Turn out the kid can read and he loves books. Duke gets to meet his new nephew. Danny gets a chance to fell at rest. And Bruce Thinks Dick got some one pregnant. 

Chapter 4: Of Stories and Songs

 When Damian went to go get a book from the library this is not what he expected to see. His eldest brother Dick was sitting at one of the tables in the center of the room. The table was covered with books of all different sizes, seemingly all about space? He scans the room when his eyes settle back on his brother and then the small child in his lap. The boy, no older than 5, had an encyclopedia of constellations open on the table. He was pointing at the constellations reading out their names and turning to dick excitedly telling him all about the chains of stars. 

 “I don't remember asking for more siblings?”  of course another black hair and blue eyes child ended up at the manor. Bruce did seem to have a type. 

 “Don’t worry baby bat, not a new brother, not on my watch!” Not on his watch? What in the world did Richard mean by that?

 “I claim him, he’s mine, look at him he's a little genius, this kid knows like every constellation known to man,” he ruffled the kid's hair, the child blushing at the praise.

 “I'm not smart, I just like space, '' Danny said quietly, staring at the floor.

 “Danny! You're reading an encyclopedia all by yourself. That's insane you're like what 6? Your super-smart little dude, a super- Star you could say.”  Dick and his insufferable puns, Damian didn't have time for this. He stomped walked over to the section he needed and began to search for a book. 

 He did not flinch when the small boy suddenly appeared next to him. He was heavily trained, he was just distracted looking for his book,he did not get snuck up on by a six-year-old. “ What do you want” domain hissed wasn't dick supposed to be watching this kid. 

 “What ya looking for?” The kid coked his head like a confused puppy.

 “ A book for my book report, why else would I be in a library,” his tone was harsh. He hoped the kid would get the hint and scram.

 “What's it called,” he stepped closer looking at the books in front of where Damian was standing. 

 “Well if you must know” he huffed,” it's called ‘Bud not Buddy’” like this kid was going to know where a book was in his family library seriously what was the kid thinking. 

 “You mean that one?,”Danny said pointing to a light tan novel on the top shelf . “I can get it”

 “I do that myself tha-'' Damian cut himself short as the kid FLOATED up to grab the book. 

 “I gots it,” the boy chirps, holding the book with a smile stretching across his face.

 Not a second later Dick comes running around the corner, “ He Dami have you seen Danny i was putting the books away and– DANNY!” 

 The boy was startled by the sudden shout and dropped the book, Damian caching it with no trouble at all, then the boy poofed from sight. 

 “Richard what is the meaning of this,” Damian stared at his brother demanding answers.

 “Umm right ok so the kids, a meta, didn't know he could float but the invisibility is not new” Dick walked closer to where Damian was standing. “ Hey Danny, sorry I yelled I thought you were falling or hurt, I didn't mean to scare you.”

 And just like that they popped back within the blink of an eye still just floating in the air. It was different then the Kryptonians, different then Jon, it was like gravity just didn't apply to him. “ So he floats great, is there anything else I should know?” Damian said arms crossed, just what he needed. 

 “ No i got him Dami thanks though,” Dick smiled at him grabbing the boy gently out of the air as if he was going to float away into space.

 “I wasn't asking if you needed help i want answe–,”

 “ Don't you gata book report? ,” Dick was deflecting, whatever, trouble his brother was getting himself into wasn't his business. Dick was right that Damian didn't have time to mess around. 

 Damian stormed off leaving the library, could this day get any weirder. 

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 Danny looked at dick with a sad expression, if the kid had been light before he weighed nothing now, his ability to float was a new development, tack it onto the power list he supposed. “ Don't worry about him Danny, he's just prickly around the edges.”

 “Like a hedgehog,” the boy said in all seriousness that made dick snort.

 “Yes exactly like a hedgehog” the kid seemed to lean his weight on dick no longer feeling like he was going to drift off into space. 

 “ So Danny, you like stars and space, but what other stuff do you like?” the boy put a thoughtful expression on his face. 

 Then he finally answered, “ I like to read”

 “ Yeah buddy I figured that,” dick giggled, “ what type of stuff do you like to read?” 

 “ Do you have stories about knights!” the boy asked excitedly, bouncing in dicks arms. 

 “Oh you bet! Come on, let's go, the round table isn't going to fill itself.” Danny giggled, his laugh soft and light like a bell.

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 When Alfred entered the library to deliver lunch, he had not expected to see Dick,Cass and Danny sitting in a blanket tent. Cass and Dick in pillow armor as they fought each other with sticks. Danny sitting in the tent reading a book out loud and laughing as Dick and Cass would act out the scene that was just read in dramatic fashion. 

 A warm smile stretched across the old man's face, “ Ahem” the Al cleared his throat causing the group to turn towards the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt your little play but it's 2:40 and you really should eat something.” 

 “Oh yea Al thanks a lot,” Dick looks at the pillow shield in his hand, “thanks for bringing it up we um …got distracted.”

 “ It's quite alright master Dick, but i must remind you to pick up after you're done,” Al gave the mess a look over, it wasn't excessive but the older ones should set a good example for the young master. 

 “You got it Al,”

 “Yes Alfred”, Cass called out walking over to pick up a sandwich.

 “Yes sir!'' Danny shot up and closed the book he was reading, gently setting it on a table. 

“Thank you, please enjoy” the butler left, stealing one last glance as he saw Danny light up at the star shaped fruit. His smile widened, he had a feeling it might stick for a bit. 

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 “And then we snuck in and got the bad guy!” her brother explained enthusiastically. The boy stared in awe at Dick and Cass. Somehow the day had evolved from reading books about knights, to acting them out, then to telling Danny child friendly versions of their escapades. 

 “They didn't even see you coming!? Did you turn invisible.” 

 “No, we're just that good,” she chimed in. 

 Cass didn't mind this, sitting in the library, telling stories to a kid who just seemed eager to be interacted with. Occasionally Danny would get a little too excited and start floating and they would have to ground him. They figured out they got the best results not actually pointing out the fact that he was floating but instead placing a hand on his shoulder or ruffling his hair. It seemed to remind the boy that gravity existed and he would slowly drift back down to earth. 

 “You should tell him about that time you and Duke busted that hostage case '' Cass prompted. That story was pretty tame and was easy enough to water down for a kid as young as Danny. 

 “Whos Duke?'' Danny asked, that's right they haven't exactly done a family role call yet for the kid.

 “Duke is our brother, and he's actually a meta like you,” Dick told the boy.

 “Like me!?”

 “Yeah but his powers are different from yours,” Danny seemed to lose a little bit of the concern on his face. That was weird, she's not sure if Dick noticed it, but the kid seemed worried about the idea of someone like him?

 “Yeah he's super cool!,” Dick went into story mode gesturing wildly with his hands, “ So me and Duke had to go this building filled with bad guys–” 

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 Duke's head pounded his trip through the subway to get home was a mistake. He had pulled something in his arm nearing the end of his day patrol while disarming a drugged up bodybuilder trying to mug a group of teens. He didn't want to have to swing home on it, hence his tortues train ride. 

 He had already changed into civis so he just took the front way in. He was greeted by a weirdly giddy Alfred, the man had a wide smile stretching across his face. “ Why good evening, Master Duke, Your patrol went well I presume?” 

“Actually All i think i pulled my shoulder, could you look at it, but can we keep the light dim I took the subway home and my head is killing me,” the warm slime on his face did not falter instead he just gestured toward the direction of the upstairs med bay. “ But of course master Duke, right this way.” 

 Alfred walked in first dimming the lights the most he could before inviting dick into the room. It was smaller than the one in the cave; it was mostly used as a first aid station for when they were in civilian situations, or couldn't get down to the cave. Duke took off his shirt and let Al examine his shoulder. He deemed it to be fine but wrapped it to help keep the pressure off. 

 “ I must warn you Master Duke but we do have a guest currently staying at the manor,” Damian probably brought Jon over again.

 “Is it jon?”

 “No, it seems that Master Dick has taken in a ward,” Al said in a cheerful tone, “ He seems to be a meta as well, but he is rather young and quite skittish it seems.”

 “ No way!” Dick of all people, no wait actually he should have seen this coming.”What type of powers does he have?”

 “So far we know he can turn invisible, seems to have slightly above average strength, and he can float. So far it seems he has little control over them and that they are tied to his emotions.” 

 Leave it to brother bird to bring home a little meta kid of his own, Bruce was either going to be pissed or extremely proud. He hoped for the latter. “ Does B know?” 

 “No, not yet,” the butler said but he didn't seem worried, “ I'm afraid he's been quite busy, but I'm sure he’ll like the boy just fine.”

 “We’ll, where's my new nephew,” Duke hopped up and he couldn't wait to meet the little guy. It would be nice to have another meta in the family and on top of that Al said he was young so maybe he could be the cool uncle who helped the kid with his powers. Meta to meta.

 “Master Dick and Master Danny are in the library, I do believe that Miss Cass is still with them as well,” hu so Cass was already in on it, “ I must warn you he's a little shy and doesn't react well to loud noises or expressions of shock.”

 “Got it Al!,” He put his shirt back on and made his way up the steps to the library, screw his headache Dick brought home his very own baby bird! 

 “Please do tell them that dinner will be ready in half an hour,” He gave Al a thumbs up and off he went. 

 Duke lightly knocked on the door, if the kid seemed sensitive to loud sounds maybe it was part of his meta ability. 

 “Who is it?” a talk-whisper came from the other side of the door.

 “It's Duke,” he answered back just loud enough to be heard. Maybe he wasn't far off, “I heard I got a new nephew?”

 He could hear Cass giggle as she opened the door, gesturing for him to come in with a finger over mouth. Dick was in the middle of deconstructing what looked to be a blanket fort. A soft blue glow emanating from a point he couldn't see behind the table. He inched closer, using his stealth training to make as little noise as possible. When he got close enough to see over the table he had to squint his eye a little.

 A small boy with raven black hair, with freckles that seemed to glow like stars, and with clothes 2 sizes too big laid asleep. His soft blue glow formed a halo around his sleeping figure. And maybe just maybe as he had only seen it for a second, a small crown floating above his head. 

 He was a lot younger than Duke had expected, Danny was sleeping soundly with a book about comets wrapped in his arms. Duke looked at his brother, who stared at the boy with the same look Bruce gave them after a day's work. Full of love, but worry all at the same time. 

 Cute isn't he? Cass signed after tapping on Duke's shoulder to get his attention.

 Yhea, where did Dick find him? A sad expression stretched across his brother's face.

 ‘In an alley: Lots of blood’ Cass looked at the boy sleeping without a care in the world, ‘left by someone he called uncle CW in desperation, doesn't look good no body but’

 “Too much blood for any one to come back from” Dick spoke breaking the silence,” Where ever he came from let's just say it wasn't good.” Dick took a shaky breath in placing the last of the tent except Danny's pillow into the basket.  “ Kids covered in scars, he's so thin you can see his ribs and the worst of it,” dick leans against the table like it was a life line, “ He's got a huge Y shaped wound down his chest, like someone tried to vivisect him. Cherry on top is we have reason to believe that it may have been the boy's own parents.”

 Duke just stood there looking at Danny then back to his brother, his expression begging Dick to tell him it wasn't true. He couldn't even bring himself to look Duke in the eye. Cass places a hand on Duke's uninjured shoulder. “ Al siad dinner will be ready in 30,” he couldn't bring himself to say much else. 

 “Ok.”

 “Ok”

Dick scooped up the boy, the child laying snugly into dicks arms, they made their way to the dining room, a painful dreadful silence followed them all the way there. Al seemed to sense it, his smile faded.

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 Dick tried to wake up Danny but it seemed once again the boy had fallen into a sleep he couldn't quite shake. “ Hey buddy, aren't you hungry? Al made dinner, can you try to eat something?”  

 “ Don’t look so worried Master Dick, I assure you a child sleeping this much in his condition is quite normal. In fact I'd say it's probably best if we let the boy rest,” if Alfred was not worried then Danny was probably fine. But it still made Dicks chest ache. It was only 5:30 and yet the kid was out cold. 

 “Ok i guess i'll just take him to my room? What if he wakes up and panics?” dick said, rubbing the sleeping boys back.

 “He can read pretty well,” Duke chimed in, “ we can leave him a note?”

 “That could work,” Dick thinks back to the letter from this CW guy and how it had been addressed to Danny, which means he must have known the kid well enough to know he could read. 

 “Yes well i'll shall await your return ,” Alfred gave dick a reassuring smile, “ and Master Dick try not to freat to much it's best to let the boy sleep and recover.”

 “ Thanks Al,” dick gives a weak smile and Cass cheerfully follows dick up the stairs and towards his room. 

 He lays the boy down on the bed, the kid sinks into the pillow, he wiggles at the loss of warmth. Cass hands him a star patterned fleece blanket, “where did you get this?”

 ‘Aunties secret’ Cass smirks, making a lockling motion over her mouth.

 Dick rolls his eyes and tucks Danny in, making sure the boy is settled before grabbing a pen and paper from his desk and writing a note.

 Hey Danny,

 If you wake up and need us we are downstairs having dinner. Just open the door and call for us. We'll come and get you. :) 

 Hope you slept well,

Dick

 Dick set the note on the bedside table and ruffled Danny's hair, Cass graped his hand and guided him out of the room knowing he would linger. He softly shut the door and made their way down stairs. Just as they made it to the bottom Bruce walked through the front door. 

 This was going to be so much fun, dick ground to himself. 

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 Bright so bright

 A lite over head so strong it made his eyes sting

 He screamed 

 He begged 

 Pleaded for them to STOP his chest stung green and red covered their sleeves.

 They didnt stop, didn't hesitate, he wasn't their son any more, everyone he had ever loved was in that room. 

 Chained…traped and all he could do was scream

 Danny shot up tears streaming down his face, the small boy pulled the blanket into his face hoping to muffle the sound. What if they heard, he couldn't let them find him.

 He transformed the shift pulling at the stitching at his chest, the cool sensation soothing the pain. He looked around the room he was in. It was large, it had a desk, a wall with things Danny couldn't quite make out pinned to a tack board. The closet sat shut on the opposite side of the room by the door, another door sat off to the side, a bathroom he presumed. 

 The tears did not stop his core morning fuzzy memories of things he didn't quite understand. His entire being screaming at him to run so he did.

 Wrapping himself in the blanket he jumped through the window, falling a few feet before he floated up and steadied. His body heaved as he sobbed into the cold night. Jazz , tucker, sam, his core weeped, at the same time a part of him hissed Betrayal, mom, dad 

 A cold storm blew across the manor courtyard, clouds covering the dark sky. Danny hid against an old oak tree weeped, his cries aggressive as tears rolled out of his glowing green eyes. His fangs catching on his lips, His body cold even wrapped in the blanket. 

 With a gentle role of thunder, Gotham touched down her expression, sad but soft, as she gazed upon the glowing child that lay before her. She picks him up, pressing the sobbing child into her embrace. The boy continues to sob his body exhausted leaning against the women who had welcomed the boy with open arms. 

 “Its ok to cry,” she rubs the child with 2 fingers, her hands, gentle. She holds Danny in her arms like a baby. Danny is so small in her arms, it calms something in his core. It still cries, it still mourns but the overwhelming feeling of safety washes over him. She wraps the small boy in his blanket protecting him from the cold evening breeze.

 With a wave of her hand the wind slowed, a low grumble of thunder spread out across the sky, She smiled at Danny, a smile so warm that he was sure he had only ever received from jazz. Then she took a little breath, and rocked the small boy in her arms, her voice soft as it stretched out towards the city's  bay.

 (Link to song)

“Wandering child of the earth” a lullaby for the child in her arms.

 “Do you know just how much you're worth? 

You have walked this path since your birth,”she gently wipes the tears off the boys star speckled checks, “You were destined for more”

 “There are those who'll tell you you're wrong

They will try to to silence your song

But right here is where you belong

So don't search anymore” She gently walked back towards the manor, swaying gently. 

 “You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of gray” She looked longing off into the distance, her eyes full of hope for a future yet to be seen. 

 “You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day” She fazed through the wall of dicks room, looking around and giving the space and approving nod.

 “In your eyes there is doubt

As you try to figure it out

But that's not what life is about

So have faith there's a way” The child in her arms had drifted off to sleep, his crown floating lightly above his head. 

 “Though the world may try to define you

It can't take the light that's inside you

So don't you dare try to hide

Let your fears fade away” she set the boy back on the bed, tucking him gently. She knelt down, rubbing the boy's hair.

 “You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of gray

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day”  

 “You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of gray

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

Soon you'll finally find your own way” 

 “Rest now, you are wanted here, let them guide your soul oh wayward child, may your heart rest upon the stars. You have gained my blessing, may my family become your own.” Just as fast as she had come, she faded an invisible hand wiping away the last of his tears. 

 The clouds subsided, his core was calm, he was safe, he belonged. 

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 Dick coming over to the manor wasn't unusual, he would often stop by to spend time with his family. No that wasn’t unusual , what was unusual was all of his children were being deathly quiet.

 Cass and Dick giving each other worried looks, Damian seemed more aggravated than normal,Tim stared mindlessly at his plate, and Duke was fiddling with something under the table. Not even Alfred had said much, which was strange. Normally the man would be prodding the family to start a conversation to break the tension but nothing not a word.

 “So Tim, you finished that project you were working on,” Bruce attempted to break the silence.

 “No but I'm close, should be done by tonight.” Tim rested his head on his hand playing with a pea with his fork

 “Hm, and you duke? Any trouble on patrol today?”

 “Nope all good, just mugging” Duke took a hefty bite of potatoes.

“Damian and you?” 

 His son responded, never looking up from his plate, “My day was fine father, just a book report that I needed to complete. It was no problem at all.” 

 Ok now he knew for sure something was off, he scans the table once more looking over all his children, stopping at his eldest. Dick had not looked at him once since he joined the table. Something was going on and he was going- “Bruce I know that face please,” his son interrupting his train of thought. 

 “Look I'm going to just rip the bandaid off because the tension in this room is so thick baby bat can slice through it,” Cass set a hand on Dicks shoulder. Whatever was going on, she was involved or at least knew about it. Judging by everyone's behavior he knew at least everyone , including Alfred, at least had an idea about what was going on. “ I um….. have… a kid now.”

 The utter look of shock on Bruce's face was one the family had only seen a few times, and without the partial protection of his cowl it was even worse. Who? How? Okay he knew how but how had he not known dick was in a series enough relationship to warrant the creation of a child. Dick hasn't dated anyone long term sense Barbra and it definitely wasn't Barbra he had just seen her she would have said something. 

 “Who?” Bruce finally managed to blurt out, “ I didn't know you were in a serious enough relationship to get someone pregnant?” He knew his kids would move on and start families of their own one day but like this? He hadn't even met the girl.

 “NO ONE'S PREGNANT,” Dick blurted out face beet red, his sibling laughing at the accusation. 

 “O yea, kids like 6,” Duke chuckled out. This was not reassuring to bruce at all, Dick was 22 if the child was six than that ment:

 “YOU GOT SOMEONE PREGNANT AT 16!” Bruce stood up out of his chair,” Who!? When?!” his jaw locked shut staring at his son who was frantically scrambling to find words.

 “I UM… It's not like that…I didn't,” Dick continued to trip over his words, not how he pictured it would go, “ I kinda just picked him up out of an alley!”

 And at this the giggles turned into manic laughter even Alfred was laughing to himself. “ It seems that Master Dick had inherited some of your more…child cedric tendencies im afraid.” Placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder guiding him back into his seat.

 Cass and Duke made their way over to their brother who had his face buried into his hands. A grin stretched across Casses face, “ You should be proud B, he's caring on the family legacy.” 

 “Yhea the kids got blue eyes with black hair and everything” Tim had chimed in.

 “ Yes father i do have to agree that he seems to meet your adoption criteria” Damian stated arms crossed annoyed glances target at his giggling siblings. 

 “Ahem” Alfred cleared his throat from his spot behind Bruce. “Yes, well with that out of the way,” a smile caching the corners of the man's lips, “ I do believe we sound discuss the boy's condition.”

 With a nod, Dick, Cass, Duke, and Alfred filled the rest of the bats present in on danny's situation . How he was found, the note, the kids' constant state of tiredness, the kids' injuries,how Danny's own parents might be involved, how he seemed to be rather intelligent despite his age, and how he was a meta. 

 The same look from the start of dinner returned to Bruce's face, the gears in his head turning. He was going to solve this, someone in his city had been harming a child to such a degree and had slipped under his radar. He would not stand for it, but first he had to see the kid. This boy he was hearing so much about, who his son had just met but yet had a fond look on his face when explaining the boy's love of stars. His son had taken in a ward and that meant he had a grandson. O lord, he had a grandson.

 “So when am I going to get to meet him?,” and as on cue.

 “Hello? Anyone” a small voice called from upstairs, causing Dick to jump up from his seat. 

 “Sooner than I thought.”

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Chapter 5 (most likely to be titled “ A scrambled egg” ) will be Bruce and his stubborn butt not realizing rushing a traumatize child with question was not a good idea.  So stick around!