#and it stood out to me back then because i was waiting for her to say his name and to see how she'd refer to him

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୨୧ his name ; lh43

➪ summary: 3 times luke sees his girlfriend with his name on her back

➪ warnings: luke being utterly obsessed with his name on his girl, this is not at all proofread !

➪ word count: 3.2k

➪ file type: fluff fic

➪ cupid's notes: i've had this in progress since october so it might be a little shitty it might not be. i absolutely am in love this idea and i am so happy that old me came up with this! i did cut two scenes out but don't worry... they'll be making their appearance sooner or later. also this is for my lovely elise who i would assume did actually end up falling asleep so this is her good mornign present @digitalhughes-jpg

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1. matchmaking - the day y/n and luke met

She had been dragged out of her dorm by her roommate, she had no desire to go be surrounded by a bunch of people. Nonetheless, she couldn’t really pass up the opportunity to go watch college hockey, it was too intriguing.

So there she was, standing in Yost Arena, in one of her friend’s old Michigan shirts from when Bella’s brother went there. They stood excitedly amongst the rest of their friends and other students who had found their place around them, watching as the team celebrated the goal they had just scored. 

It was only halfway through the second period that her mind put together that the guy’s name she was wearing across her back was the same as one of the player’s names on the team. She furrowed her eyebrows as she scrolled through her phone, looking over the roster. 

She was quick to put Luke’s name into Instagram, navigating her way to Quinn’s eventually, finally realizing that he went there at the same time Bella’s brother had. It was probably just a weird coincidence, it didn’t mean anything. But she wouldn’t put it past Bella to be planning something. It was just who she was. 

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After the game, their group of friends lingered in the hallway waiting for the hockey players to emerge from the locker room. It was never brought to her attention that so many of her friends had known some of the guys on the team, mostly because she was never all that curious to ask. 

She and Bella strayed from the group, huddling against the wall and talking about something random when a group of 5 or more players came out, laughing about something one of them had said. When her gaze found a familiar face, she cocked her head to the side trying to figure out where she had seemed him before. It didn’t take long for it took click, causing her to go still in shock, so her Instagram stalking ‘skills’ did prove to be useful.

She was snapped out of her trance when Bella jumped, an arm now thrown over her shoulders. The two of them looked up in sync, now staring at Owen who stood taller than the two of them, “Hey.”

Y/n looked between the two of them confusedly before the girl opposite of her smiled, “Y/n/n, this is my boyfriend, Owen, and Owen this is my best friend y/n!”

The boy nodded and smiled, “Nice to finally put a face to the name Bella brings up every time we hang out.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow looking over at her friend, “Wow, I’ve never had someone talk so much about me.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s more in love with you than she is with me.” Bella hit Owen across the chest before giving him a look.

He glanced down at her before what seemed like recognition flashed in his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He turned to look over his shoulder, eyes trying to find a familiar lanky figure, “Oh right. Luke c’mere!”

To the side of them, the rest of y/n and Bella’s friends stood next to the four remaining hockey players, one snapping his head up to look at the trio. He excused himself from the group before making his way over to them, smiling awkwardly, “Hey.”

“So you’ve met Bella,” Owen gestured to his girlfriend who grinned and waved.

Luke nodded his head, his nervous smile still plastered on his face as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Before Owen could get another word out, Bella’s excited voice filled their ears, “And this is my best friend, y/n!”

Said girl made eye contact with the boy, her cheeks flushing, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

An uncomfortable silence fell around them before Bella once again made her presence known, “Well Owen and I have a reservation to get to so we’ll see you later.”

“But I thought we were-”

“Bye, y/n/n!” The two stumbled down the hallway and only got so far before they let out amused giggles. 

The rest of their friends had already left, leaving as soon as Luke had made his departure from the group. So now, y/n stood next to him, embarrassed by the situation the two had been shoved into. For a moment, they just kept stealing glances at each other before Luke spoke, “Do you want to get some food? I mean we don’t have to but I just thought since they kind of left us that you-”

She cut him off with a laugh, “Sure.” 

The two started making their way down the hallway, making small talk about the most generic things. When they reached the door, Luke opened it and ushered her through, y/n’s small ‘thank you’ making its way to his ears. 

As he stepped out into the parking lot, the October air making its way through his jacket, his eyes trained on the letters on the back of her shirt, “Where’d you get that shirt?”

She stopped briefly, remembering what exactly was on her back before she spoke, “Oh uh Bella’s brother went here when yours did and she just stole this shirt from him and then gave it to me to wear tonight.”

He nodded, and the two of them walked down through the parking lot toward his car. Silence fell around them once again, a chill making its way up y/n’s spine. She shuddered, pulling the sleeves of her shirt around her and before crossing them over her chest. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, “Here.”

“Oh I’m fine, thank you though.”

“Hah as if, take it.”

Reluctance shone in her eyes but the stubbornness that shone in his was too heavy to ignore, so she took it from him and wrapped it around herself, sighing at the newfound warmth it brought her. They reached his car only seconds later, Luke opening the passenger side door, waiting for her to climb in. 

Once she was, he closed it, walked over to the driver’s side to get in himself, turned the car on, and put the heat on full blast before pulling out of the parking lot and starting to drive through campus. 

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Dinner came and went, the two of them stopping at one of the local restaurants in town before he dropped her back off at her dorm room. When he put the car in park, the two of them stole glances at each other, breaking out in a laugh once their gazes met. 

“Thank you… for dinner.”

Luke nodded, “Yeah ‘course.”

She slowly opened the door, stopping to hand him his jacket that he had loaned her earlier. He smiled as their hands brushed, taking the fabric into his hand knowing full well that as soon as she was gone he would just throw it haphazardly in the backseat. 

“I um-” he started, stammering over his words as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. A beat passed and he let out a breath before locking eyes with her, “Do you want to hang out sometime?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks despite being out in the cold, she blinked a few times before nodding, unable to keep the grin off her face, “Yeah. I’d love to.”Luke watched her walk to her dorm, studying each letter of his last name splayed on her back. While it was his name and his number, it wasn’t truly his. But he’d make it his mission to see his jersey on her, even if it took all the time in the world.

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2. new year, new meaning - the first time y/n wears luke’s jersey 

It had been almost a year since Luke and y/n had met, hanging out every waking moment they could. If Luke was somewhere cross-country, they would set time to FaceTime each other, giggling like middle schoolers as they talked. 

But today would be the first time wearing Luke’s jersey… as his girlfriend. To say she was nervous was a complete understatement, not that she was worried Luke would make fun of her or anything, she knew he would do quite the opposite actually. Yet, the thought of other people even just thinking something about her doing it to get attention made her uncomfortable. 

She toyed with the ends of her braids, staring at herself in the mirror of her shared dorm room. She was still rooming with Bella, who had been watching her from her bed since y/n had started getting ready, but the girl had certainly lost her enthusiasm for going to games with her boyfriend in Buffalo now. 

She adjusted the baseball cap on her head before turning to look at her best friend, “Yes? No? I don’t know maybe I should change-”

“Y/n stop it,” Bella hopped off her bed, making her way over to the girl and placing her hands on her shoulders. “You look amazing, you look hot, if Luke doesn’t take you out after the game, I will.”

She let the tension release from her shoulders, taking a deep breath before nodding, “Yeah… okay.”

The two drove to the arena, making comments here and there about how the team would do this year, whether Luke would be called up or not this year, how Owen was adjusting to his life in Buffalo, etc. They walked into Yost Arena, hand in hand as they navigated their way to their seats. 

She had been so in her head that they had gotten there about 10 minutes before the game started causing them to have to find their seats quickly. Y/n hadn’t seen Luke since yesterday, she had been too busy with classes to allow him to come over or to go over to his to see him, so she was left with not seeing him until after the game. 

Throughout the whole game, her eyes were trained on her boyfriend, watching as he skated across the ice, took a few hits, and caused a few altercations with the opposing team. As the clock winded down, her thumb made its way to her mouth, biting at her nails as she tried to keep up with everything that was happening. 

When Luke scored the game-winning goal, she was all but silent, screaming out how happy she was that not only they had won but he had been the reason they had. It made her buzz with excitement as they made their way down to the tunnel, exchanging a few words with some of the people they passed that they knew. 

Her feet had started aching from standing too much, so she found comfort against the wall and pulled out her phone no doubt going to play Block Blast. She was too into the game to notice Luke standing above her, it took him to place his shoes right up against her for her to look up, a bright grin spreading across her face, “Lukey!”

She stood, going on her tiptoes in order to wrap her arms around his neck, “M’so proud of you.”

He buried his head into her neck, bending down to do so, as his arms snaked around her waist, bringing her as close as possible to him, “Thank you, baby. Think you’re my good luck charm.”

His hand shamelessly made its way down to her ass, giving it a soft pat before pulling away to stare at her. She blushed under his gaze and from his small action, leaning forward to rest her head against his chest. Y/n didn’t have to see Luke to know that he had a smug look on his face, lips most likely turned up into a smirk. 

“You look good in my jersey, baby.” His hand rubbed circles on her back, trying to coax her to remove her head from the confines of his chest. 

She mumbled a soft ‘thank you’, her arms now around his torso. He didn’t say anything more, just soaking in the moment with her, standing there in silence. He was one of the last ones to leave the locker room but by now he was sure all of his teammates had already left and the fans had all cleared out. 

“C’mon, it's late. Let's get you to bed, hm?”

She nodded, finally pulling away and lacing her fingers with his as they walked out of the arena and towards his car.

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Luke laid behind y/n on his bed, toying with the end of her jersey, wrapping the fabric around his finger, “Did I tell you how good you looked in this?”

He tugged at it, making her look over at him, “Just briefly, I think, yes.”

“Briefly isn’t enough. You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He glanced up at her face just in time to see her look away and the pink flush on her cheeks. 

He whined, “Don’t look away, wanna see my pretty girl.”

“You’re so needy.” She teased lightly but complied nonetheless, maneuvering so she was lying down beside him, facing him as he had wanted. 

He moved his hand up to her face, brushing his fingers over her cheek. She fell asleep quickly after that, exhaustion catching up with her as soon as she lay down. He huffed out a laugh, moving to take her jersey off so she wouldn’t be uncomfortable while she slept. 

He did his best to not look as he slipped his shirt over her head, not wanting to push a boundary that he wasn’t sure they were ready to cross yet. He changed himself, slipping on a pair of shorts and another random t-shirt he found lying around before crawling back into bed, the image of her in his jersey permanently engraved in his mind.

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3. new jersey - her first new jersey devils game in her new jersey

Thanks to Jack, getting out to New York had been easy for her. With no classes on that Friday, she was able to fly out Thursday night, landing at almost midnight and heading to the hotel with Jack. Luke hadn’t questioned why his brother was leaving their apartment at 11, assuming that it was just some weird late-night craving that he needed to fulfill. 

The next day she sat surrounded by the other wives and girlfriends of the Devils at UBS Arena watching as they faced the Isles. She had initially planned on going to one of their home games but this had been the first game she was able to attend and she couldn’t wait any longer to see her boyfriend play professional hockey.

Her streak of being a good luck charm at his game continued because he got his first goal of the season early into the second period. The cheers were loud around her and she wasn’t sure if it was her own cheering or if there actually were other people doing the same thing as her. 

She looked down at what she was wearing, it was different to see the red fabric and the Devils logo staring back at her but she smiled as she thought about how far he had come since the two of them met. She was so unbelievably proud of her and she would trade anything in the world to see him as happy as he was. 

Devils fans across the arena were beaming with excitement as they exited, Jack had just scored their overtime game-winning goal, and everyone, save for the Islanders fans, couldn’t have been happier.

She waited in the tunnel with some of the others like she had done countless times before back in Michigan. She played with the edge of her jersey as she rocked back and forth on her heels, making small conversations with those around her. 

A loud voice caught her attention followed by a laugh, “Just walk out backwards! Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you that’s the problem.” She could recognize her boyfriend’s grumbled voice from a mile away, a grin appearing on her face at the annoyance that was ever so present in his tone.

“Okay okay stop. Now don’t turn around ‘till I say so.” Jack ran to hug y/n, giggling into her ear like he was about to pull the dumbest prank possible on his brother. 

Luke turned when he was told to, his face looked more annoyed than she had thought it could be. He stared at his brother with an unamused look before his eyes drifted to his right, widening when he saw who was looking back at him, “Y/n/n?”

“What? Thought I would miss your first goal of the season. Never.”

His annoyed expression quickly turned around, making his way over to her to wrap her in a hug, “You’re here. Holy shit, how the fuck did you get here?’

“A plane.” 

He rolled his eyes, “You know what I meant.”

“Didn’t have any classes and I wanted to see you. Jack picked me up from the airport last night, stayed in a hotel, and now I’m here.”

The rest of the group had left by now, allowing the two to have a moment to themselves. He pulled away, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. His eyes glassed over as he stared at her, it hadn’t really been long since they had seen each other, maybe a month or two, but it had been awful without her. 

“Lukey,” her voice was soft as she grabbed his hand, squeezing it with just as much gentleness, “Don’t cry, you dork.”

His laugh was wet, tears lacing it. He took his free hand to his face, wiping the few tears that had managed to escape his eyes. She smiled at him, “You haven’t even noticed what I’m wearing yet!”

At that, he blinks the remaining sadness from his eyes, moving them to trail over her outfit, “Turn around.”

She did as she was told, turning slightly so he could. He moved her hair out of the way, placing it over her shoulder as his fingers traced over each letter of his name and the ‘4’ and the ‘3’. He stepped closer, leaning down to kiss her neck and her jaw before turning her back around, “Didn’t think you could get any prettier, but you always find ways to prove me wrong.”

She kissed him, hand cupping the back of his neck to bring him down to her level. His hands found their way to her hips almost instantly, sinking into the kiss easily. Her fingers tangled in his curls, giving them a slight tug once the need to breathe overtook her senses. 

Pulling away to rest her forehead against his, despite her having to go up on her toes, she moved her hand to cup his face. It took a few seconds before she spoke, still trying to catch her breath, “Proud of you, you know that?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I do.”She re-intertwined her fingers with his, swinging their hands back and forth slightly as they walked out of the arena together, making their way into the earlier chill of October in New York. If one thing was certain after today, it was that Luke would never get tired of his name sprawled across her back, or anywhere on her really. It was his favorite sight to see, one that would be in his mind forever. Plus, he couldn’t wait to make it her last name too.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ mimosas? no, marriage!

welcome back lovers to the continuation of your little love with mr. norris 🧡!

content warning; nothing much, just scattered explicit language here and there — used a lot pinterest photos though.

summary; after that fateful dinner post-silverstone ‘23, life went on with you and lando.

here’s part one!

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September 10th, 2023 — Wedding Day

It was the day that you had dreamed of for as long as you could remember, yet nothing could truly prepare you for the flood of emotions that rushed over you as you stood there, facing Lando at the altar. He was grinning like a giddy schoolboy, as if the world had stopped just for you two. The sunlight poured in through the grand windows of the venue, casting a golden glow around him, making everything feel surreal.

You never imagined your wedding day would look like this, but standing before him, with the life you’d built together in the background, it was perfect.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“I do,” Lando echoed, his voice full of love and certainty, his hand gripping yours as if nothing else mattered.

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May 5th, 2024 - The Miami Grand Prix.

The moment everyone had been waiting for. Your heart raced as you watched Lando on your phone from your hotel room, feeling that familiar tension in the air as he crossed the finish line.

You weren’t there. And it broke you.

But there was a reason. You had been told to rest, to stay in bed, and most of all, to take it easy during the pregnancy’s more delicate stages. You hated that you couldn’t be there — you hated that you couldn’t be the one to throw your arms around him as he celebrated. But you knew Lando. He would be okay. He had this.

When the podium ceremony came, you were watching it all unfold on the screen, your hands clutched to your chest as you saw the familiar flash of cameras and heard the roar of the crowd. Lando was beaming, trophy in hand.

And then, with a wink, he pulled out his phone. A post.

You gasped, tears welling in your eyes as you took in the words. You were so proud. But more than anything, you were over the moon with joy. The world now knew: the Norris family was growing.

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September 3rd, 2024

After months of preparation, late-night baby name debates, and countless check-ups, it was finally here. The moment you’d been waiting for. Your baby girl was on her way.

Lando was by your side through it all, his hand never leaving yours. Every contraction, every breath, he was there. His excitement was contagious, his nervousness endearing, and you could see the future unfolding right before your eyes. He was ready for this. You both were.

The room was a whirlwind of movement, but in that chaos, there was peace. There was love. And there were you two, together — now, with a little one in your arms.

When she finally arrived, you felt like you were holding the world in your hands. She was perfect. Small, wriggly, with a little tuft of dark hair and tiny fingers that gripped yours immediately.

You and Lando shared a quiet, overwhelmed smile.

“I love you,” Lando whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I love her. Our little girl.”

You nodded, your heart full. “She’s perfect, Lan.”

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Edie became the center of your universe. Life was a little more chaotic, a little more unpredictable — but it was beautiful. Lando would rush back from the race weekends just to kiss you and hold Edie close. The little girl, just two weeks old, had already captured his heart in a way that made you fall in love with him all over again.

You were a family now.

And although things had changed in ways you couldn’t have imagined, there was one thing that stayed constant: Lando’s love for you, for her, for this new life you were building together.

It wasn’t always easy. There were sleepless nights, endless bottles, and days where you felt like you were running on fumes. But you never once doubted that this, right here, was everything you had always dreamed of.

The world watched as Lando took the podium again, this time at the Singapore Grand Prix, the first race after Edie’s birth. You were there, cheering him on from the pit, Edie sleeping soundly in your arms. It was almost like a full circle moment: from wedding day to fatherhood, from your first win to this.

But this? This was your biggest victory yet. And as you watched Lando embrace his daughter for the first time in front of millions of people, you couldn’t help but think:

This was just the beginning.

soooo, SORRY FOR THE DELAY 😭✋🏻

y’all, i’m still emotionally recovering from the fact that max is going to be a father, so— this one is a bit half assed but i plan on re-editing some things when i get over this ☹️.

anywhos, i hope you all had a wonderful holiday and merry christmas to those who celebrate, hope y’all ate lots of good meals 😋!

i’m lowkey dipping my toes into smau as well so please be nice 😞✨.

anywho, please enjoy this lowkey dumpster fire 😛!!!

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Winter Flu

"Absolutely not, Potter," Draco said, trying to close his door in Harry's face.

Harry laughed, "Stop being ridiculous," he said, pushing at the door to Draco's room.

"I'm not," he said, "while I appreciate that it is our tradition to grade papers together on Friday night before we watch a movie, I cannot take that chance today."

"Draco-"

"No," he said again. "Matilda Bagweather has that horrible winter flu and you didn't have the good sense to send her out of your classroom. You've exposed yourself to it and I'm not interested in getting sick."

The door closed firmly in his face and Harry sighed, letting his forehead drop against the door. This couldn't be happening to him. Not today. Not when he'd planned to-

"Draco," he called, knocking on the door again.

"Go away, Potter!"

"I brought a Christmas movie," he cajoled. "You're really going to like this one." He was certain about White Christmas, Draco was a sucker for cheesy love stories.

The door opened a crack and Harry wiggled the DVD so he could see it. "Are you feeling any symptoms? Any scratchiness of throat, tickling in the ears, are your eyes watering?"

He rolled his eyes, "I feel fine. I feel great, actually. I just wanted to watch this movie with you."

Draco debated for a moment, Harry could see it playing out on his face, then after what felt like an eternity, the door fell open. "Fine. But you're sitting at the other end of the sofa."

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An hour into the movie and Draco's head was where it always ended up, in Harry's lap. And Harry certainly wasn't complaining. He combed his fingers through Draco's hair, scratching lightly at Draco's scalp with his nails, like he knew Draco enjoyed from a great deal of trial and error.

He'd slipped right into Harry's lap as he argued with the movie:

"Why is she upset?" "Why wouldn't she just talk to him!" "For Cirice's sake, getting engaged isn't going to help!" "Do you see now what could have been avoided if you'd just talked to him, you silly woman?"

But none of the ranting stopped Draco from tearing up when the General stepped into the room and everyone started applauding.

He sat up and reached for a tissue on the table, sniffling and hair askew from Harry's fingers, and Harry loved him and loved him and loved him. Godric it wasn't healthy to love someone this much. To want nothing more than to look at them and make them happy.

"I don't know why they always have to be so emotional," Draco said, turning to look at Harry. "What?" he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'd just really like to kiss you," he said because he'd decided that tonight was the night. No more waiting, no more holding his feelings in. It wasn't quite how he'd planned it but it would do.

"What?"

Harry shrugged unrepentantly, "I would like to kiss you," he repeated.

"Well then why haven't you?" Draco asked, sounding affronted now.

He laughed, "Well I thought I'd get your approval first."

"You have it," Draco said, "so what are you waiting for? Do I have to do everything my-"

Harry leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet, making the butterflies in his belly take flight all around his body.

"Oh," Draco breathed when Harry drew back. "I think you should do that again."

He grinned and cupped the back of Draco's head as he leaned in to kiss him once more. When he moved away he murmured, "You're missing the ending."

Draco blinked at him and Harry nodded to the screen as the barn doors opened and the snow appeared like a backdrop. Draco leaned back against Harry and Harry wrapped an arm around him, drawing him even closer.

When the movie finished, Harry squeezed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he shifted and stood up.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He grinned and leaned down to press a soft, short kiss to Draco's lips once more. "My own room."

Draco raised an imperious eyebrow but Harry spoke up first.

"I want to do this right," he said softly. "I want to woo you, I want you to feel pursued. I want this to be something that lasts."

Draco blinked up at him, that guarded part of him falling away, leaving him looking young and unbearably sweet.

"You're too important to me to rush this. So," he said with a fortifying nod, "I'm going to give you one more kiss, and then I'm going to leave." He nudged Draco's foot with his own, "but before I do, I wanted to ask, would you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

"Like a date?"

"Yes, Professor Malfoy, exactly like a date."

He smiled and stood up, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, "Yes," he murmured, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "I'd love to."

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By the time the two of them did get the Winter Flu six weeks later, they were both all too happy to spend the time cocooned in a room, watching movies together while they recovered.

[niwaart]

DIFFERENT WORLD, DIFFERENT FAMILY.

(Introduction, part1....)

Y/N woke up to a sound... not a completely quiet sound... which had a lot of meanings... and not good ones at all... Well let's think positively.. Why didn't Dick come to her room this morning? Maybe he's still asleep... or maybe he's preparing some kind of surprise? No... today isn't her birthday or even Mother's Day... that's okay, maybe he's with Jason planning a new prank? Yeah yeah... so why didn't Bruce wake her up?... Maybe he's busy with some case... or maybe he's making breakfast for the kids... that's right... no need to worry...

She stood up from the bed slowly and gracefully... If Jason was planning a prank with Dick then that meant she had to be careful not to fall for it... It's easy, expect the unexpected and you'll be fine... (almost)... She walked to the door after making sure the door didn't hold any traps, she walked out of the room but there was an uneasy feeling inside her... Like something was wrong... But no negative thoughts! Only positive ones!

“Okay Y/N you can do this, don’t freak out, this is just a prank..” Y/N walked through the hallways, while noticing some paintings missing… Where were the pictures of her with her kids? And her husband? Dick or Jason can’t take them, they know they are precious… Something is wrong… Something is wrong this morning. Out of panic, Y/N ran downstairs screaming “Dick!! Jason!! Bruce!! Where are you!!!"

When she reached the basement she saw breakfast ready on the dining table her tension eased for a second before it returned again and more so to find that there was a strange man in a formal uniform inside the kitchen of her house... Who is this?... Her shock was not enough yet as she looked again at the dining table and saw that there was a small child... This is not Little Dick or Jason... Who is this?... And beside the small boy there is another boy who looks older but is very thin and looks tired... Who is this?... And at the top of the table there is a man... Wait... It's Bruce! "Bruce! What's happening? Where are the children? Who are these?" She said in panic while Bruce who stopped drinking his coffee when she entered looked at her with suspicion and confusion

“I can’t believe it, Father… Why didn’t you tell us that you brought a strange woman… It’s not your habit to bring one of your relationships home.” The little boy remembered in a tone that was familiar to Y/N.

“No… I don’t remember bringing anyone home with me… Who are you?” Bruce stood up from his seat cautiously, who knows, maybe you’re a villain in disguise. Y/N looked at Bruce carefully… Now did her husband always look so old? With so many wrinkles? And the signs of fatigue under his eyes looked like they were from years ago and not just last night… No… Take her husband, in a split second she wanted to pull out her weapon… A small dagger from the top of her leg, but she was surprised that her weapon was not there…

“Are you looking for this?” The young boy pointed to the dagger he was holding… whenever he could… Y/N instinctively stepped back and got into a defensive stance. “Who are you… where are my kids… and what are you doing in my house… let me warn you that I am not an easy person to play with… and you better answer honestly and quickly because I am not very patient with strangers.”

The skinny boy was watching all this wearily as he drank his coffee uninterested... The strange man in formal clothes approached... He looked like a butler with his gait

“Excuse me, miss, but do you know where you are right now?” The butler looked at her in confusion at her words.

“Alfred, don’t interfere, and stay away, she might be one of the bad guys.” The man who looked like her husband Bruce replied…

“Father, can I hold her?” The little boy said as he asked his father’s permission

Y/N prepared to attack and defend herself, she will not spare anyone who takes her children... It's okay her husband will be fine, but her children are a red line and anyone who crosses it will die. Bruce looked at Y/N with a strange, unreadable expression... Was he thinking? Was he planning? Y/N didn't understand what he was thinking... He was just like her husband, unreadable... "Okay, Damian, hold her, but don't hurt her, and stay careful." Bruce's lookalike said to the small boy... Damian? Did he just say Damian? Y/N looked at the child carefully... Is this Damian? Her child? No, Damian is 22 now, not a child... But.. But... He looks like Damian when he was a child!

Damian smiled widely, "This will be so easy." Damian ran towards Y/N who was lost in thought and tried to attack her neck with the plan of making her pass out but what surprised him was that the next second he found himself face down on the ground pinned... What?

Bruce, the skinny boy, and the man named Alfred were surprised.. while Y/N was shocked by the movements of the boy who looked like her son Damian a moment ago... those were the movements of her son Damian when he first came home... "You.. who are you... where is my family... where are my children and husband.. " she said while keeping Damian still under her. "You little one.. what's your mother's name?.." Bruce stepped forward carefully to make sure she wouldn't do anything to Damian. "Leave the boy alone... what do you want? And children are you talking about? You're in Wayne's house now... my house.."

Y/N wanted to tighten her grip but she didn't want to hurt the little boy who looked like her son. She just held him down so he couldn't move. "I know I'm at Wayne's house, this is my house, and I own the place, don't you dare even call it your house." Y/N looked seriously at Bruce who was worried about the little boy. Behind him stood the skinny boy, Alfred. "You!! Let go of me now!" Damian tried to get himself out from under the strange woman... How was she able to stop his attack? And pin him down so well he couldn't move a bone!

Bruce looked at the woman in shock… Her house? How so? She must be lying… Wait… The ring… The ring the woman is holding… It’s the same ring as his dead mother’s… How…! “You… Who are you?… How did you get my mother’s ring?” Bruce looked at the woman in shock, did she steal his valuables? How dare you!… Y/N looked at the man in shock… His mother’s ring? No, that’s her mother-in-law’s ring. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother-in-law’s ring you son of a bitch! Where are my kids!!” Y/N was sick of all this, she didn’t want to waste any more time, her kids must be waiting for her now… Scared and wanting to go home…

Before Bruce could say anything, the skinny boy stepped in front of Bruce. “Wait a minute, who are your children?” the skinny boy said. “Tim no…” Bruce couldn’t finish his sentence until the boy called Tim stopped him again. “Calm down Bruce.”

Y/N looked at the skinny boy… Tim? Timothy? No… No, her son Tim isn’t skinny, he has a distinctive mark on his cheek… So no… that’s not her son either. “What do you mean who are my children?” Y/N looked at Tim with confusion and impatience.

“I mean their names, what are your children’s names, maybe we can help you find them. And don’t say that we kidnapped them, you’re in a different world now. This is not the same world you were befor.” Tim said calmly, not saying it was a beautiful day, not saying anything unfriendable. Everyone looked at Tim in shock.

“What do you mean, is this a joke? I swear if I get even a scratch on one of my children, I’ll dig your grave with my own hands!” Y/N said. In disbelief, while Damian was still struggling to get out of her grip and Bruce was waiting for him, Tim looked at him in confusion.

“What do you mean by that, Tim? How did you figure that out?” Bruce asked questioningly, Tim calmly answered him as he held up Y/N’s dagger, “With this dagger, if you look closely, you’ll notice Arabic letters written on it, and this is Damian’s handwriting without a doubt, and it says ‘Happy Birthday, Mom’ and there’s a little Robin sign on it, and the other thing is how she showed up in the house out of the blue, no one could just walk in like that with the heavy security in the house, and also she stopped Damian like she was used to his movements, which means she knew Damian from before.”

“I don’t know this woman!!” Danian said angrily. He was tired of being like this! “Get away from me!!” Damian tried to struggle again to get out, but it was no use.

Bruce looked at the dagger thinking, it was really his son's handwriting, and there was Robin's mark, which meant she knew their true identities at night, and also it wasn't the first time someone came from another world, so it could be true. Y/N thought about it, first the missing pictures in the house, and her children but... younger and with some differences, and her husband but with wrinkles that made him look old, and a strange man unknown until now. She looked at the little boy below her. "Damian?... You're Damian? Talia al Ghul's son? Ra's al Ghul's grandson?"

Damian sighed in annoyance and anger, “How do you know my mother and grandfather?” Y/N was surprised for a moment… so it was really Damian, her little son, and not a lookalike.

"دايمان، أنت هو حقا! طفلي! ... " Y/N said in Arabic which surprised Damian.

《Damian, you are him! My son!》

“You… how do you know…” Damian said in shock. Y/N immediately let go of him and helped him up and adjusted his clothes. “You’re the one who taught me, kiddo. I’m sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you somewhere?” Y/N said apologetically as she gently held his hand. Damian was still in shock. Bruce was convinced that Y/N was from another world now. “So I guess it was just a misunderstanding? Well, if you don’t mind, I don’t want breakfast to get cold, so everyone have a seat now.” Alfred said, who was followed by Tim to sit in his seat, while Y/N took the dagger and handed it to Damian. “I don’t think you remember this, but this gift is my most precious thing, and of course it’s a useful gift.”

Damian took the dagger and examined it. It looked like the one he had now… but this one looked old… as if it had been used hundreds of times. Damian let out a yelp when Y/N suddenly picked him up. “Hey! Let go of me! Now!!” Y/N ignored Damian as she placed him in his seat and sat next to him. Tim who had been enjoying it from the start, from Y/N pinning him down to holding him like a little baby, laughed. Damian, his face red with anger, and probably embarrassed, mumbled curse words in Arabic.

“Hey, I can understand you, don’t forget that.” She pinched his cheek but he slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me!” Y/N laughed at Damian’s reaction. “Oh my god, you remind me of when you were sixteen.. You were always so intolerant of me, and mean, but I got used to you.”

Alfred placed breakfast in front of Y/N as she silently thanked him. “But Damian is sixteen now..” Bruce said looking at Y/N in confusion. “Uh… Well… That’s true.. Given his size, but in my world Damian is twenty-two now.”

Everyone looked at Y/N in shock except for Alfred who was bringing the green tea as requested by Y/N. “Yes, and Timmy? You’re 20, Jason’s 16, and Dick’s 12.”

Tim wasn't much surprised... when he knew that in another world he was twenty...it is only two years older than now... but what surprised him the most was that Dick is only 12?!! And Jason is 16?!! How?! "Wait, can I ask Bruce's age in another world? And Alfred too" Tim said very curiously... his hand itching to get his notebook to record.

Y/N looked at Tim with a gentle smile, he was like her child in her original world. Curious. “Bruce is 54... As for Alfred... Well... There was no one named Alfred..”

This time Bruce was the one who was surprised, how did Bruce live in your world without Alfred?... "And what is your relationship with the Wayne family?" Bruce looked at his mother's ring on Y/N's finger.... Could it be that she...

"I am Bruce Wayne's wife, Y/N."

[moonlightwritingf1]

Caught in the Act | LN4

𐙚⋆.˚ summary ━━━━━━━ Lando catches Y/N touching herself and moaning his name

𐙚⋆.˚ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

𐙚⋆.˚ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.5k

𐙚⋆.˚ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. Y/n lay on her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her heart racing as she stared at the ceiling. She had been waiting for Lando for over an hour now, the anticipation building with every passing minute. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand—another text from him apologizing for the traffic. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and then glanced at the clock. He’s going to be late, she thought, biting her lip.

The idea crept into her mind slowly, like a whisper in the dark. What if? She hesitated, glancing at the door. It was unlocked, but surely he wouldn’t arrive just yet. Her body was aching, the tension coiled tight, and the thought of releasing it was too tempting to ignore. She could be quick. No one would know.

Her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. She closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath as she began to touch herself. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up her spine. Her other hand found its way to her breast, squeezing gently, teasing her nipple until it peaked under her touch. Her mind wandered to Lando, his smile, his laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. She could almost feel his hands on her, his lips against her skin.

“Lando,” she moaned softly, her voice trembling with need. “Oh, Lando…”

Unbeknownst to Y/n, the door creaked open. Lando stood in the doorway, frozen in place as he took in the sight before him. His heart pounded in his chest, his gaze locked on her. She was beautiful, writhing on the bed, lost in her own pleasure. He felt a surge of heat rush through him, his cock hardening at the sound of his name on her lips.

He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

Y/n’s eyes snapped open, and she froze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Lando!” she gasped, yanking her hand out of her shorts and sitting up quickly. “I—I didn’t hear you come in!”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Clearly,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But I have to say, that was quite the greeting.”

She buried her face in her hands, mortified. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you saw that.”

Lando crossed the room in a few strides, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently pried her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was… hot. And flattering, honestly.”

She groaned, shaking her head. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not,” he replied, his voice sincere. “Do you think I don’t want you? Because I do. All the time.” His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, lingering on the curve of her breasts. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “And hearing you moan my name like that… fuck, Y/n, it’s driving me crazy.”

Her breath hitched, her body responding to the intensity in his voice. “Lando…”

He kissed her then, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left her dizzy. His tongue slid against hers, demanding and possessive, and she melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, “Tell me what you were thinking about. When you were touching yourself.”

Her face flushed, but the look in his eyes made her ache. “You,” she admitted quietly. “I was thinking about you.”

A low growl escaped him, and he kissed her again, deeper this time. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. She whimpered, arching into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Lando pulled away slightly, his breathing ragged. “Let’s make those thoughts a reality,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Slowly, he tugged her top off, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her bare chest, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned chest. Her hands explored the planes of his muscles, reveling in the warmth of his skin. He groaned when her fingers brushed over the trail of hair leading down to his jeans.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. “And all mine.”

Her heart swelled at his words, but he didn’t give her time to respond. His mouth found her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Lando, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with lust. “Not yet,” he teased, his hand sliding down her stomach, slipping beneath her shorts. “First, I want to hear you scream my name again.”

Lando’s fingers brushed against Y/n’s wetness, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her hips jerked instinctively, but he held her still with his other hand, his grip firm yet gentle. His eyes stayed locked on hers, that playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“So eager,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “But we’re not rushing this.”

Her breath hitched as his fingertips traced slow, deliberate circles around her clit, never giving her the pressure she craved. She whined, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. He was torturing her. Every touch was just enough to make her ache, but not enough to bring her over the edge.

“Lando, please…” she begged, her voice trembling. Her legs tightened around him, trying to pull him closer, but he resisted, his body hovering above hers like a predator savoring its prey.

“Please what?” he asked innocently, his fingers still moving in maddeningly slow circles. “You’ll have to be more specific, love.”

She groaned, frustration and desire warring within her. “I need you… I need more…”

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “More? Are you sure?” His fingers dipped lower, sliding through her slick folds without entering her. The tease was unbearable. She felt herself throbbing, every nerve in her body screaming for release.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

His smirk widened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Say it.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. She hated how much control he had over her, how easily he could unravel her with just a few words and touches. But she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to him, the way she craved everything he was withholding.

“I want your fingers inside me,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I want you to—”

Before she could finish, he finally gave her what she wanted, sliding two fingers deep inside her. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through her. But just as quickly, he withdrew, leaving her empty and desperate.

“Lando!” she nearly shouted, her voice a mix of frustration and pleading.

“Patience,” he said, his tone light but laced with dominance. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

He returned to tormenting her, his fingers working her slowly, deliberately, driving her wild. Each thrust was calculated, each movement designed to build her up before pulling her back. He watched her intently, studying every twitch of her face, every hitch of her breath.

Her hands flew to his wrist, trying to guide him, but he shook his head. “No, no. You don’t get to take control here,” he said, his voice firm but affectionate. “This is my show now.”

She whimpered, her body writhing beneath him. She was so close, hovering on the edge of bliss, but he wouldn’t let her fall. Every time she felt herself nearing that peak, he would slow down, his touch becoming achingly soft until she was left trembling and desperate.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she moaned, her voice breaking.

“Because I love seeing you like this,” he admitted, his own breathing heavy. “Watching you come undone for me… there’s nothing sexier.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she bucked her hips, trying to force his fingers deeper. But he laughed softly, easily holding her still. “So impatient,” he teased. “I thought you were tougher than this.”

She glared at him, though the effect was ruined by the way her body trembled under his touch. “I hate you,” she muttered, though the way she clung to him said otherwise.

“No, you don’t,” he said confidently, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. As their tongues tangled, he finally gave her what she wanted, thrusting his fingers deep inside her while his thumb pressed firmly against her clit.

The combination was too much. Pleasure exploded through her, and she broke the kiss with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He didn’t let up, continuing to stroke and press until she was shaking and gasping, her vision blurry.

When he finally slowed, she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her skin glistening with sweat. Lando watched her with a satisfied smile, his own arousal evident but ignored for now.

“Still hate me?” he asked, his tone smug.

She managed to glare at him again, though there was no real heat behind it. “Maybe… just a little.”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with another kiss, this one slow and sweet. When he pulled away, his gaze was dark with promise.

“Now it’s my turn.”

His voice was a low growl, the words vibrating through her as he shifted above her. Lando’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with possessive intent. She could feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh, twitching with need. Her breath hitched, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but already craving more.

He reached down between them, guiding himself to her entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick folds, and she shivered, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and hungry.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

She obeyed, her gaze meeting his as he pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, filling her completely, and she gasped, her nails scraping down his back. His jaw tightened, a low groan escaping his lips as he bottomed out, their bodies pressed together so tightly there was no space left between them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his forehead dropping to hers. “You feel… perfect.”

She couldn’t speak, her mind consumed by the sensation of him inside her, the way he filled her so completely. Her hips rocked against his, urging him to move, and he chuckled, the sound strained.

“Impatient,” he teased, but he didn’t make her wait. He pulled back almost all the way before thrusting into her again, slow and deep, setting a rhythm that had her moaning his name.

Each stroke was deliberate, each movement designed to drive her wild. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside her, and it was too much and not enough all at once. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and release with every thrust.

“Lando…” she whimpered, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter in her core.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let go for me.”

His pace quickened slightly, the angle changing just enough to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out, her hips pushing up to meet his, desperate for more. The friction was electric, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through her entire body.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his own breathing ragged now. “Take everything I give you.”

She could feel him trembling above her, his control slipping as he drove into her harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound drowned out by their mingled moans. She was so close, hovering on the edge, and she clung to him, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

“Come with me,” he demanded, his voice raw with need.

And she did. Pleasure exploded through her, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hot and intense.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies locked together, hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. She nestled against his chest, her breathing still uneven, her skin damp with sweat.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand stroking her hair. “Still hate me?” he asked, his voice teasing but soft.

She smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “Not even a little.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Good, because I’ve got something to confess.”

She tilted her head to look up at him, her curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

His grin turned devilish, his fingers trailing along her spine, sending a shiver through her. “Earlier, when you moaned my name...”

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she tried to pull away, but he held her close, his laugh low and teasing. “Don’t even think about running from this, Y/N. It was hot. But it also made me wonder...” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “How many times have you done that? Moaned my name while you touched yourself?”

Her breath hitched, her face burning with embarrassment. She tried to play it off with a scoff. “Lando, seriously—”

“Oh no, we’re not done.” His fingers tilted her chin so she had to meet his mischievous gaze. “Because if we’re keeping score, I’ve been doing it for ages. Probably longer than you have. So don’t feel too bad about it.”

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropping in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“Not even a little,” he said with a wink, his voice dripping with playful confidence. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands to myself every time I saw you.”

Her shock melted into laughter, a mix of disbelief and something far more intimate. “I can’t believe you.”

He smirked, his hand sliding down her back, pulling her closer until their lips brushed. “You love every second of it.”

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “We’ll see about that.”

His grin softened, his gaze intense now, shifting from teasing to something deeper. “I know I’m right,” he whispered, sealing the moment with a kiss that left no room for doubt.

[arvlelt]

not just an agreement.

pairing - jinx x fem!reader

cw - suggestive, teasing, jinx calls reader sweetcheeks and sweetheart (it suits her sm idk leave me alone), flirting, fluff(?), intimacy, yearning(?), making out, jinx is handsy and bold w reader, reader is a lil shy, def got a little carried away w the plot, oopsies

request from anonymous - Hiiii! I have a reqest for a Jinx X fem mechanic reader? a more romantic/suggestive plot, with the mechanic maybe helping Jinx with some weapon upgrades and they're flirting back and forth

w. count - 2.1k+

a/n - i acc really like this, lmk your thoughts! kinda proofread but lmk if theres anything wrong:))

at first it was just an agreement between you and silco.

he was concerned about the amount of time jinx was spending alone, and figured she needed a companion. preferably someone with the same interests and talents as jinx herself, since she could be a little picky about the people she surrounds herself with.

she had a little reputation of hurting her companions in the past because of her hallucinations, and even when she didn't have them -- she just loved messing with 'em.

this was in retaliation, insisting that she was better off alone.

reason being, silco was a bit hesitant in trying to find her a companion again but knew she needed it.

but all that hesitancy faded the minute he had met you.

there was a lineup of people that were waiting to see if silco would hire them.

word got out that silco needed a mechanic, and people started lining up immediately.

they had met up at his hideout, everyone that volunteered would be blindfolded and taken by one of his minions to not give away his place.

while some were hoping the position would get them more shimmer or more power and recognition in the undercity, you just wanted to make weapons or fix things.

you were hoping you could do more -- go beyond with whatever supplies he had. you were sure he had to have good shit, considering he and his partner made shimmer.

he could see the slight glimmer in your eyes that interested him.

"this one."

his thick voice echoed throughout the walls, his men following protocol and leading the other people out. which they showed disappointed as they walked out with slumped shoulders.

you were a bit shocked, looking around before your eyes landed on silco in his chair again, "what's your name?"

"y/n," you replied, taking another glance around the place. you had never seen so many of these things in one place at once - and with no damage done to them.

silco stood up from his chair and walked over to what had caught your eye.

"well, y/n. truth is..." uh oh.

your mind immediately went to worst case scenario. maybe you should of thought this through, considering you were trying to work for silco, of all people.

silco seemed to sense your sudden alertness and gave a slight chuckle, "don't worry. i'm not going to hurt you," that seemed to ease you up a bit as you took two weary steps away from him... just in case.

silco gave a smirk as he sat back down in the chair to make you feel a bit better, "smart one you are. but, truth is... you're not going to just be a mechanic for me. you're going to be a... companion to my daughter, jinx. in return, you'll get special benefits - allowance and a place of your own."

you felt your heart drop to your ass.

what?

companion? daughter? jinx?

that's what the arrangement was at first. you were weary at first because of the things you had heard about her, but as time passed and you got more comfortable with jinx, you didn't really need the 'special benefits' anymore.

you especially gave those up after jinx had found out about your little 'deal,' as jinx had called it, and nearly went on a rampage with her 'pow pow' machine gun.

the only thing that really became a non-negotiable was lending a place to sleep.

....as silco may or may have not grown a soft spot for you as well.

"...hey! you still here with me?" jinx waved her hands in your face, helping you out of the little memory you were remembering, wondering where you would've been if you hadn't volunteered.

you were sitting on a chair, with jinx standing as she messed with her trinkets, your head resting on your arm that rested on her little desk she had.

you shook your head slightly, "no, sorry. i was just thinking, what were you saying?" you stood up, showing more interest in whatever she was doing.

you were helping her figure out how she could power up one her new little trinkets that she had created.

jinx put a hand on her hip, "awh c'mon, you mean you didn't hear my entire rant of how i discovered this to wooorkk?" she dramatized as she started walking in little circles.

you gave a slight laugh, sitting on her desk, putting one hand on her desk and tilting your head on your shoulder a bit, "awh, c'mon, you can't repeat yourself? i wanna know what you had to say," your tone was teasing as you copied her words.

and god jinx had a love/hate relationship with the way it made her stomach flutter.

you always knew how to unconsciously reassure her.

jinx stopped her circles with her back turned to you before she swiftly turned around, using her shimmer to suddenly appear right in your face before you could register she even turned around.

something you learned early on with jinx, she didn't know personal space at all - at least not with you.

in the last couple months that you were working for silco, yes you were making him weapons, but you started to take a liking to jinx.

and unbeknownst to you, jinx was starting to take a liking to you too.

jinx gave a slight smirk at the way you backed up on the desk, your ass on it slightly, both of your hands came behind you to lay flat on the desk.

in the time that you two spent together, you both learned plenty about the other. while you learned that jinx needed more reassurance than others and things of the sorts, jinx was observant of the way you'd get nervous whenever she got close to you.

of course she learned other things about you but she was fixated on how you'd act when she would get a little too close to you.

no matter if it was to observe whatever weapon you were fixing or making - or to just mess with you - she'd see the way you suddenly get quiet and stammer on your words a bit.

and you suddenly felt how close she was to you, her body wasn't pressed up against you, but your bodies would graze one another ever so frequently.

in a way that had you both breathing a little heavier, both of you looking at each other's lips.

jinx suddenly leaned in more with a tilt of her head, making you lean more back, your entire ass almost nearly on the desk.

her hands went on her desk behind you, enclosing you against her.

she had a such an evil grin on her face - she knew what she was doing - as she began speaking and telling you again what she discovered.

"...so i basically figured out that, to make this go boom! i need to get that 'ol gemstone i have in my gun to make it explode..." she trailed off as she noticed you were staring very heavily at her lips.

not even noticing her hand inching closer and closer towards your hip that rested on her desk.

your eyes widened slightly when you felt her take another step closer, making your legs part and practically forcing you to sit on the desk properly.

"whatcha' lookin' at, sweetcheeks?"

you felt speechless.

you weren't going to deny the recent tension you had felt with jinx recently, in the last two months. but you never thought you'd end up in this position with her.

you thought back. the fleeting touches, the way she'd look at you when she was explaining something, the way she would make excuses to get close to you, always wanting touching you.

it all started when you two had decided to have a sleepover.

you were supposed to have gone back to your place hours ago, but jinx had told you she felt lonely and she wanted you to stay the night.

at first, it was just like helping a friend, it was something harmless.

'you were only helping a friend out,' you'd try to convince yourself in your head.

at least you thought.

you two were giggling like fools as you painted poorly done portraits of one another on a time limit.

you both sat on opposite sides of each other, a box holding up the canvas's.

jinx had her tongue out in fake concentration as she rushed through it, eyes flickering to the timer every now and then.

"3...! 2...! 1...!" jinx counted down and once you heard buzzer go off, you put your brush down and put your hands up.

you laughed as you looked at jinx and then the portrait, paint-covered hands coming up to your mouth to cover it, folding over your stomach in your seat at how ridiculous yours looked.

jinx put her hands on her lap, "it can't be that bad, lemme see!" she reached over and grabbed your canvas.

she barely gave it a glance before she set it back down, "... moving on, look at mine! i think i did, pretty good," she turned it around, leaning on it slightly and looked at her hands like she just accomplished something, blowing her hands for affect.

and honestly she hadn't.

it was probably just as bad as yours.

that innocent face portrait, turned into finger-painting the little hut you created for her - to decorate it.

a comfortable silence between you two, and it was a rare moment where everything in jinx's head was quiet.

jinx was on the other side of the hut, looking at you decorate it before looking back at what she was doing.

"is it okay if i paint something on ya?" she said it so casually you thought you misheard her.

you both started finger-painting her little hut to decorate it.

"huh? what?" you asked her with furrowed eyebrows.

jinx chuckled, "can i paint something on you? you don't have to say yes, you just look... like you'd make a good canvas," and lord have mercy, did that make your legs wanna give out.

you gulped, swallowing hard at the feeling of your throat going dry at her words, "yeah, sure. uh- how do you want me to sit?"

you began busying yourself with moving some things around so you two had space on her floor where her blankets and pillows were.

"just lay down for me and i'll take care of it, 'kay?" jinx began grabbing the paint and brushes she needed.

she ended up painting a very pretty floral design on your shoulder that went all the way down to your wrist.

and maybe got a little distracted and drew little doodles on your stomach once you fell asleep, the brush strokes lulling you to sleep.

the whole thing was quite intimate, and after that happened., something was different between you.

you weren't sure if it was just you that felt it, you were sure you were the only one until she started doing things that had you thinking otherwise.

like now, how you're so tempted to lean in and kiss her, just let her hands roam your body. her eyes were very obviously looking down between your eyes and lips.

she gave a slight huff of amusement, "knew you didn't have it in you, sweetheart," she had a slight smirk as she backed up, walking away, feeling a sense of victory at how tongue tied she had you.

that was basically all you had to know as you suddenly walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her around and grabbing her face and connecting your lips with hers.

jinx let out a slight moan at the sudden feeling, not hesitating to close her eyes and put one hand on your hip and the other on your waist, she pulled you into her.

you loved the way her lips felt on yours - the way she would slightly open her mouth to mold hers with yours felt so euphoric.

at first it was slow as you took slow steps back as you felt one of her hands wandering down to your ass, grabbing the fat of it and giving it a light squeeze.

you let out a slight noise against her lips when feeling her back you up more and having her hands trail under your shirt to your lower back, "mm,"

you could feel her smile against your lips at your reaction.

and before she could put you against her desk once more-

"jinx!"

you both pulled away with flushed faces, looking in the direction of where the voice came from.

silco was calling for her again.

jinx looked back at you with a grin, hands coming up to your waist and giving it a slight squeeze before letting you go, "and for the record, i do have it in me."

you watched as jinx got her gun and gave you a little chuckle, watching as she walked down her ramp, "oh, is that what that was? tryna prove a point, even though you get all nervous when i get too close to you, sweetcheeks?" her voice faded as she walked off to go and see what silco wanted, braids swaying in a way that had you entranced with the way she walked.

you huffed but couldn't stop the smile from making it's way to your face.

you didn't know what the hell this was, but it was not just an agreement anymore.

[clarii]

The Promposal

Summary: Steve’s older sister is looking forward to her senior prom, but when her date backs out at the last minute, Eddie steps up and offers to take her.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

Warning: Fluff, so cute

Author's Note: Thank you for all of the love for my other published stories. I appreciate it so much. Pretend that Steve is a junior.

Y/N= Your Name

It was a crisp spring afternoon when Steve’s older sister, Y/N, found herself sitting on the porch, staring at the invitation to her senior prom. The event was only a week away, but her date, Jason, had just called the house to cancel. He'd come up with some half-baked excuse about family obligations, and Y/N knew it was just his way of backing out. She felt a knot tighten in her chest. Prom was supposed to be a magical night, something she'd dreamed of for years, but now it felt like an impossible dream.

Her younger brother, Steve, was in the living room, playing video games with his best friend Eddie when Y/N came back inside. She slung the invitation on the counter with a frustrated sigh, and Steve noticed immediately.

"What's up?" he asked, pausing his game and glancing over at her.

She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but her disappointment was too heavy to ignore. "Jason bailed on me. He can't go to prom anymore."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Dude, that sucks. Are you still going?"

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just go with a group of friends. It won't be the same, though."

"You should totally go," Steve said. "Prom is like… the thing. I mean, it’s like, legendary."

She chuckled. "Yeah, I know. It's just… really disappointing."

Eddie, who had been sitting quietly beside Steve, looked over at her, his mischievous grin fading into something a little more thoughtful. He was tall with a scruffy look—dark hair, casual clothes, and a slightly offbeat way about him. He'd always been the goofy friend, the one who made jokes and did silly impressions to make everyone laugh. He was Steve's best friend, but recently, Y/N had begun to notice him in a different way. He was charming in his own awkward way, and there was something endearing about the way he cared about his friends.

Without thinking, Eddie suddenly stood up. "Hey, what if I take you?" he said, his voice so casual that Y/N initially thought he was joking. But when she glanced at him, his earnest expression made her pause.

"What?" she asked, unsure if she’d heard him correctly.

Eddie scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I mean, I’m not doing anything else that night. And, you know, you shouldn't miss prom just because your date bailed."

Her mouth dropped open, her mind racing. "Wait, you’re serious?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding, though his tone carried an uncertainty that softened his offer. "I know it’s last minute, but I’ll do a promposal or whatever the heck it is that you want. It’ll be fun, I promise."

Y/N blinked. Eddie? Taking her to prom? The thought was absurd, and yet, the more she thought about it, the more it felt… right. She'd known him for years. He was Steve’s best friend, but there was something else about him. And suddenly, she was wondering if she’d missed out on something all along.

"You're serious?" she repeated.

"Yeah. Totally." Eddie grinned, though it was a little sheepish. "You don't have to say yes. Just… think about it."

That night, Y/N couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Eddie was funny, sweet in his own weird way, and incredibly down-to-earth. She had always been able to count on him when things got tough, but now—she wasn’t sure when it happened—he’d started to grow on her in a way she didn’t expect.

The next day, she found herself at school, still thinking over Eddie’s unexpected offer. She saw him in the hallway, talking with Steve, his face lighting up with one of his signature goofy smiles. When their eyes met, she couldn't help but smile back. Eddie’s warmth was undeniable, and despite how odd it seemed, she felt a flutter of something in her chest. Was it really that bad of an idea?

That afternoon, Y/N decided to talk to him. She found Eddie sitting on the steps outside the school building, writing in his notebook. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to him.

"Okay, Eddie," she started, her voice nervous but determined. "I’ve thought about it… and I would like to go to prom with you."

Eddie’s head snapped up, his eyes wide in surprise. "Wait, really? You’re serious?"

"Yeah," she said, laughing at the disbelief in his voice. "You’re a pain in the butt, but you might just be the best prom date I could have."

Eddie’s grin spread across his face, and he jumped up, nearly knocking over his notebook in the process. "Yes!" he shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "You won’t regret this. I swear, I’m the best prom date you’ll ever have!"

True to his word, Eddie went all out for the promposal. It was one of the most unexpected and sweet things Y/N had ever seen. On the day before prom, Eddie showed up at her house with a giant cardboard sign that read, “Prom? Let’s Make It Legendary". He stood in front of her with the biggest grin, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers—lilies—almost too nervous to speak.

“Um, I didn’t know if I was supposed to get down on one knee or…?” Eddie trailed off, looking at her with wide eyes.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling with affection for the goofy, endearing guy in front of her. "You really went all out, huh?"

"Of course," Eddie said, trying to act casual but clearly thrilled. "It’s prom. Plus, anything for you."

She stepped forward, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "You’re amazing, Eddie. I’m really glad you asked."

And just like that, everything changed. The night of prom was more magical than Y/N had ever imagined. Eddie, in his mismatched tuxedo (he claimed it was "vintage"), was the perfect mix of awkward and charming. He made her laugh all night, from his goofy dance moves to his humorous commentary on every prom tradition. But there was something deeper beneath his jokes—he was genuinely attentive, making sure she was having the best time.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself looking at Eddie, really looking at him. His way of always making her feel comfortable, and his unexpected sweetness had won her over in ways she hadn’t anticipated. He wasn’t just Steve’s best friend anymore. He was Eddie, the guy who had turned her prom night into something she would never forget.

They ended the night by walking outside under the stars, just the two of them. Y/N felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the chilly evening air. Eddie, hands in his pockets, looked over at her with a grin.

"You know, this night went way better than I thought it would," Eddie said, his voice quieter now. "Not that I didn’t expect it to be fun, but… I don’t know. It’s been… really great."

Y/N smiled softly. "Yeah, it really has."

She paused, feeling something shift in her heart. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed Eddie’s hand, her fingers intertwining with his. He looked down at their hands, then up at her, his eyes wide with surprise and something else—something more tender.

"Eddie," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think… I think I’ve been waiting for you all along. I always pictured prom with the most amazing guy that would treat me like a princess. I.... I was looking at the wrong places, it turns out it was my brother's best friend who always came to visit us."

His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear. Eddie leaned down slightly, as if to make sure he wasn’t imagining it, and then he smiled, a smile that made her heart race.

"I think I’ve been waiting for you too," he said, before leaning in and pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her lips.

It was everything she had been hoping for, everything she didn’t know she needed, all wrapped up in the most unexpected, perfect night. Eddie was the guy who had turned her prom night into something unforgettable. The same guy who from that day made her feel like a princess with her own prince charming.

[missdynamighttt]

you and bf! katsuki waiting for the new year as the both of you stood on the balcony of your shared apartment, overlooking the city. the clock was ticking down to midnight, the fireworks had already begun sparking in the distance, their vibrant colors dancing against the dark sky.

you leaned against the railing, cheeks flushed from the cold. but honestly? maybe it was the way katsuki was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. he had one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other rested casually on the railing next to you, as if keeping you within reach.

“you know,” you began, voice soft but teasing. “i thought you’d have some grumpy commentary about all this.”

katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes. “what do you want me to say, sweets? it’s just another night.”

“just another night?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “it’s almost the start of a whole new year, katsuki! new beginnings, resolutions, all that cheesy stuff. you know, what you want for the new year.”

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but his gaze softened as he looked at you. “i don’t need a new year to tell me what i want.”

your playful smile faltered slightly at the intensity in his tone, “oh? and what do you want, katsuki?”

but before katsuki could answer, the final countdown began, echoing from nearby apartments and the distant streets.

“ten… nine…”

you turned your attention to the sky, her excitement bubbling over, practically jumping up and down her spot. “10 seconds, bub!”

“eight… seven…”

katsuki didn’t take his eyes off you, watching the way your face lit up, your breath visible in the chilly air as he stepped closer to you.

“six… five…”

you glanced at him, catching the look in his eyes. your expression softened, smiling at him. “you’re not even watching the fireworks.”

“four… three…”

“don’t need to,” katsuki said simply, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“two… one…”

the city erupted in cheers, fireworks exploding in the sky in a dazzling display of light and sound. but you barely noticed because katsuki had cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, his lips warm and firm against you. you instantly melt in his arms, your hands resting on his chest.

it wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was slow, deliberate, and filled with everything he couldn’t put into words. the world seemed to fade away, the fireworks and cheers nothing more than background noise.

when the both of you finally pulled apart, your cheeks were even more flushed, smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

“happy new year, bub. i love you,” you whispered, chuckling breathlessly.

katsuki smiles softly, stroking your cheek. “happy new year, sweets. i love you more."

you smile gently, rising on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. your gaze briefly sweeps over the city before katsuki's voice catches your attention again.

"and sweets?"

"hm?"

"you're the only one i'll want."

you grinned, leaning into his chest as the fireworks continued to burst above them. and as you stood there together, katsuki couldn’t help but think that this was the perfect way to start the year—with you by his side.

happy new year everyone!! wrote up this quick drabble, will get back to working on my hundreds of drafts jdjdjwjjd 💜💜💜

[thevegandarkelf]

Aches & Pains: Daryl Dixon & Fem!Reader

My second attempt at an x Reader fic! Please be gentle or I’ll cry, and I don’t think you want to be responsible for that, now do you? Thank you as always to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading/hyping me up 🖤

Era: Alexandria, post-Saviors war

Word count: 850

Warnings: no use of y/n, swearing, a little suggestive at the end, periods, blood (kinda? Like a brief mention of it? Reader has a uterus and is on her period), I think that’s it!

“Oh my god.”

The groan emanating from the deepest part of your chest echoed off the kitchen walls, further aggravating your already-pounding head. One moment, you were cutting carrots to add to the pot on the stovetop, and the next, you were doubled over the kitchen island, clutching your abdomen as you rested your face on the cool marble. The contrast in temperature to your searing skin provided some relief from the hot flashes plaguing your system.

A few minutes later, the front door to your home swung open, the autumn chill and sound of familiar footsteps greeting you. Your agonized moans quickly caught your husband’s attention, flipping his previous stoic demeanor to one of concern.

“S’wrong, sweetheart?” Daryl asked. He was quickly on you, planting a soft kiss on the back of your head and a tender hand on your shoulder.

“The cramps are bad this month, and my head is pounding,” you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper as another wave of pain washed over you, your breath catching in your throat, “the pain is radiating into my legs.”

“Anythin’ I can do?” He stood behind you, his calloused, work-worn hands softly pressing into your lower back, massaging in slow circles. The gentle pressure alleviated some of the pain, enough that you could comfortably breathe again. “Should prolly go lie down.”

You groaned again and looked back over your shoulder at him. “But dinner—“

“Can wait,” he insisted, cutting off what he knew would turn into anxious rambling. He kept the pace of the slow circles on your back, increasing the pressure ever so slightly, but still wanting to take it easy on you. “Ain’t gon’ have much of an appetite if I knew ya’s in agony when makin’ it.”

“I’ll be fine.” As if to put you in your place, another wave of pain rolled through, this one more intense than the last. You groaned through gritted teeth, the strained noises dripping off your lips absolutely breaking Daryl’s heart.

“How ya so stubborn in so much pain?” he asked. There was a slight astonishment in his voice, as if he himself had not also been incredibly stubborn in moments of suffering.

“Used to powering through. It’s what women had to do before the world ended. Still in the habit I guess.”

As you looked back over your shoulder at him, his sympathetic gaze met yours, the usual sparkle in your eyes dulled by the pain. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that now. C’mon. Ya layin’ down whether ya wanna r’not.”

Before you can protest, he’s gently pulling you away from the counter, scooping you up into his arms with ease. A soft giggle escapes you as you thread your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. Your soft giggle brought his signature half-smile out, and he planted a kiss on your forehead as he carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed.

“Ya take anythin’ for the pain?” His gruff voice was silky, as it always was when he spoke to you. However, he was laying the silkiness on extra thick, like it would soothe your pounding head.

“Like an hour ago, but it’s done nothing.” You slowly moved down on the bed, the pillows below welcoming your head as you laid back.

“Gonna get ya some water,” Daryl said, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone and kissing your forehead again, “just lay there ‘n look pretty.”

A baby pink blush appeared on your cheeks. Whether it was because you were hot or you were flustered at his sweet compliment, he would never know. He bounded down the stairs, returning a minute later with a cool glass of water.

“You’re sweet, Dar,” you thanked. You shifted onto your elbows, turning yourself over slowly so you were resting on your stomach. “Can you keep rubbing my back?”

“Like ya even needed t’ask,” he assured, climbing onto the bed and straddling your legs. He quickly got to work on massaging the small of your back, his thumbs pressing in circles and slowly deepening the pressure as to not overwhelm you.

A deep, guttural sound, a mixture of gratefulness somewhere between a sigh and a groan, slipped from your mouth, muffled by your face buried in the pillow.. The soothing motions were already beginning to alleviate some of the tension. But the pain was intense, and you needed more than just a back massage. 

“Y’know, I dun’ know much ‘bout this kinda stuff, but I heard there’s a certain somethin’ that can help,” he commented, his tone still silky, but now playful and a little flirtatious. He didn’t need to say what he meant for you to know. After being married for two years, you knew that tone & its intentions. You chuckled softly, lifting your head and folding your arms underneath, resting your chin there. It was like he’d read your mind. “Oh yeah?” His hands slowly wandered lower, trailing down your hips and carefully cupping your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And ya know I ain’t phased by a little blood.”

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[fel-09]

For some reason I really like these strange ideas

"Last time"

Important!A short story as an introduction :

The meadow was filled with flowers of every kind: proud roses, humble daisies, vibrant poppies. Yet among them, a single white lily stood out. It reached toward the sun, radiant in its purity, as if nature herself had crafted it to captivate hearts.Nearby lived a pride of lions. Its leader, a majestic lion with a golden mane, ruled this land. One day, while hunting, his gaze fell upon the fragile flower. The lily seemed to glow amidst the sea of colors, and its beauty ensnared his attention. The lion paused, entranced, and for the first time felt a strange warmth within his chest.It was love. A love filled with contradictions. He knew a lion needed an equal partner, a lioness with whom to share the burdens of life. The lily needed the sun, without which it could not survive. They were drawn to one another, yet both understood that this bond was destined for sorrow.

"You always tell this story," his voice was soft, almost tender, but there was a cold edge to it.

She looked up at him through the dim glow of candlelight.

"And you always listen as if it’s the first time," she replied, a faint smirk curling her lips.

Her voice was quiet, yet every word painted vivid images of their love. He was like the lion: regal, ruthless, accustomed to bending the world to his will. She was his lily, whose fragility both irritated and enthralled him.

Everything about their relationship spoke of impossibility. He promised her his soul, but his body belonged to others. She gave him her heart, yet could not rid herself of the jealousy that burned her from within.

"You say I’m yours," her voice was sharp, almost angry. "Then why do you leave me every night for someone else?"

He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the room.

"Because I always come back to you," he said, sitting across from her.

His words sounded like truth, but to her, they were poison. She wanted to be the only one, not just another.

She asked for time.

"One week. Give me a week to figure out what I mean to you," her voice trembled, though she tried to remain firm.

He nodded silently, though confusion flickered in his eyes.

For her, the week stretched into eternity. She felt like a plucked flower, deprived of sunlight. In the mirror, she saw a woman she barely recognized.

For him, those days were torment. He was a man who always got what he wanted, yet her silence was stronger than any weapon.

When the week ended, he didn’t wait. He entered her room, but what he saw made him freeze.

She sat by the window, her face pale, her eyes dim.

"You were right," her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn’t spoken for days. "We can’t be together."

He moved closer, his fingers brushing against her hand.

"I can give you everything except one thing," he said.

"You will have everything Geta, but not with me" she looked up at him.

Their separation was inevitable. She left him, taking only memories.

Years passed before they met again. It was in a garden filled with flowers. Among them, a lily stood alone, as beautiful and solitary as before.

She lifted her eyes and met his gaze. In that moment, everything they had once felt returned.

He was still her lion, and she was still his lily. But now, their love existed only in silence, in the unspoken words that filled their lingering glances.

The End.

[cloakedstarlight]

The echo of Odysseus’ “You’ve been waiting for love” and Penelope’s response of “I’ve been waiting for you” is beautiful

Because it shows that Penelope’s love is Odysseus. Love and Odysseus are one and the same. Love always has and always will be Odysseus.

This man sacrificed so much— fought tooth and nail to get back to her— and still didn’t feel worthy of her as he stood before her during their reunion. Because he thought he changed so much that she wouldn’t love him anymore

But who said Penelope didn’t change too, after 20 years?

The indignation Penelope felt after hearing Ody ask “Would you still love me if—“ as though she would ever STOP loving him. So she asks him another question that demonstrates how unconditional their love for each other is. It’s a question with the message of: If I couldn’t love you for who you are now, then you might as well rip out our tree-carved bed since our love lacks the solid foundation.

And Odysseus is enraged by this request, as he should— as Penelope knew he would. She shouts at him that “only my husband knew that, so I guess he must be you”, because of course Odysseus would be outraged at such a proposition given the secret of the bed. Because he is her husband!!! She is his wife!!! 20 years apart has not changed that.

It serves as a quick reminder of: at the end of the day, you’re my husband and you made it home. I love you in any shape or form you take. Just as Odysseus loves Penelope, fervently and resolutely.

They match each other so well it’s insane

[misaerabl]

cute abby new years fic pleaseee

“New Year, Same Feelings”

A/N: wrote this on my phone on the way to my aunts house, not proofread! (ALSO PLS SEND ME MORE REQUESTS!)

The WLF base had its own way of celebrating. It wasn’t glamorous—just dimly lit hallways crammed with people, cheap beer passed from hand to hand, and music loud enough to drown out the war-torn world outside. Despite the chaos, there was a strange comfort in it. People laughed, cheered, and lived like tomorrow wasn’t a question mark.

You stood near the wall, nursing a drink and watching it all unfold. The party felt distant, even with the noise and movement pressing in on all sides. It wasn’t the kind of scene you usually gravitated toward, but Abby had insisted you come.

Speaking of Abby, she was impossible to miss. Center stage, as always, her laughter rose above the din, loud and infectious as she arm-wrestled one of the newer recruits. She won, of course, sending her opponent stumbling back with a playful shove before raising her arms in victory. People cheered, and she soaked it in, grinning like she owned the place.

But then her gaze flicked over to you.

You stiffened under her scrutiny, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she handed off her beer to someone and started weaving through the crowd toward you. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from exertion but from the alcohol she’d been steadily consuming all night.

“Hey, you,” she greeted, plopping into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation. Her voice was warm, slightly slurred. “You’ve been over here all night. What’s up with that?”

“Just enjoying the view,” you said, raising your glass in a half-hearted toast.

Abby smirked, leaning back in her chair and stretching her legs out in front of her. “You mean the view of me kicking everyone’s ass? Go on, admit it. You’re impressed.”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” you teased, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Not an answer,” she countered, her tone playful but her gaze intent.

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, she tilted her head, her expression softening in a way that caught you off guard.

“Do you ever think about me?” she asked suddenly, her voice quieter now.

You frowned, caught off guard. “What?”

“When I’m not around,” she clarified, still watching you. “Do you ever... I don’t know. Wonder what I’m doing? Or think about me at all?”

The question sent your thoughts spinning. “Abby, you’re drunk,” you said carefully.

“Doesn’t mean I’m lying,” she shot back, her brow furrowing. “Come on, just answer me. Do you?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t the kind of question you could brush off with a joke, and Abby, drunk or not, wasn’t the type to let it go.

“Yeah,” you admitted finally, your voice low. “I think about you.”

She blinked, like she hadn’t expected you to actually answer. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Good,” she murmured, her grin returning, softer this time. “Because I think about you all the damn time. And it’s driving me crazy.”

Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t the Abby you were used to—the confident, steady presence who never let her guard down. This was raw, unfiltered Abby, her usual walls stripped away by the alcohol.

“Abby...”

“I’m serious,” she interrupted, sitting up straighter. “Do you have any idea what it’s like? Seeing you every day, trying to act normal when all I wanna do is—”

She stopped herself, running a hand through her hair and letting out a frustrated sigh. “You know what? Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Wait—”

“No, really,” she insisted, standing abruptly. “This was stupid. I’m just drunk and saying stupid things, so let’s just pretend—”

“Abby, stop.”

She froze, her wide eyes meeting yours. The noise around you seemed to fade as you stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.

The countdown started in the background—ten seconds to midnight. Abby’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the vulnerability in her gaze didn’t waver.

“You mean that?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah,” you said. “I mean it.”

The countdown reached its climax, and the room erupted into cheers as the clock struck midnight. People shouted, laughed, kissed—but all you could focus on was Abby.

She let out a shaky laugh, her breath misting in the cold air. “New year,” she said, a hint of her usual humor creeping into her tone. “Same feelings, huh?”

You smiled, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Something like that.”

Abby laughed again, this time more genuine, and before you could overthink it, you reached out, your hand brushing against hers.

“Let’s talk about this again tomorrow,” you said softly. “When you’re sober.”

She nodded, her fingers curling around yours. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

For now, though, it was enough just to be here, together, standing at the edge of something new.

[naridabarbi]

ATTENTION; juju watkins.

Juju Watkins x Fem!reader

Warnings: angst (if you squint) , sexual themes and language, bad proofreading

A/N: im literally inlove with juju and nobody writes for her! ugh.

“JUJU” You sucked your teeth, frustration bubbling up as the girl continued to play Fortnite. She wasn’t giving you even half the attention you were craving, and it pissed you off.

“Juju!” you called again, lightly tapping her shoulder. Still, no response.

“PAIGE! You’re selling the damn game!” Juju raged, adjusting the headset you’d just bought her.

You huffed, crossing your arms, before deciding enough was enough. You snatched the headset off her head.

Juju immediately snapped her head back to glare at you. “What’d you do that for?” she asked, her voice dripping with annoyance.

“Because I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes! I wanna watch a movie,” you said, pouting as you stood there, arms crossed.

Juju sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Okay, baby, one more game,” she tried to reason, but you were way past fed up at this point.

“If I wanted to be alone and ignored, I would’ve just stayed home, Judea,” you snapped, getting off the couch and storming toward her bedroom.

From behind you, you heard Juju groan before she started telling her friends she’d play with them tomorrow.

“Mama, get up,” Juju said, lightly tapping your thigh. You ignored your girlfriend, continuing to scroll through TikTok like she wasn’t even there.

Suddenly, you felt the bed dip, followed by soft kisses trailing down your neck. “I’m sorry, baby. Talk to me,” Juju mumbled, her face buried in your neck.

“I don’t wanna talk. Just go play your stupid game,” you huffed, rolling your eyes for extra effect.

Juju chuckled, clearly amused by your bratty attitude. She loved when you got like this—it kind of turned her on. Without a word, she slid between your legs, her body hovering just above yours.

Gently, she plucked your phone out of your hands, setting it aside. “Quit acting like that, baby,” she said softly, leaning down to press a kiss against your plump lips.

Even though her charm was undeniable, you weren’t planning on giving in anytime soon… or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

 "Mmh- fuck baby!" You moaned out, one hand reaching out to grip onto the bed frame in front of you for extra stability.

"Mmhmm" Juju moaned into you, taking her hands and rocking you back and forth while stroking in and out of you with her tongue.

Rolling your hips in tight circles, you whimpered and gripped tighter onto the bed frame with now both hands as the pleasure crept up on you, "wait wait fuck- juju!" you called out as you felt circles being rubbed against your puckered hole and juju's tongue going deeper and faster inside of you.

You lifted one of your legs against the bed and reached back to grab Juju's head, pushing her further into you wetness.

"Im so close Juju, so close" You said, looking down at the girl under you noticing that her eyes were closed.

Juju opened her eyes and held the contact, loving how broken and submissive you looked for her.

Pulling back from you she licked over her lips and stood to her feet, slyly slipping a finger inside of the you, hearing a soft sigh from you once she was deep enough.

"You don't even know how wet you got me right now mama, you look so good like this." Juju spoke adding in a second finger and using her other hand to grab your neck, already seeing your cream coating her fingers.

She stroked in and out of you, burying her face into your neck and giving you soft kisses.

"Are you gonna cum from my fingers baby?"she asked already knowing what was coming next.

"Y-yes. please don't stop" You fought to get out, feeling yourself about to reach that special bliss you've been chasing since you two started.

"Come on, let me see it. I want it all over me baby" Juju whispered, planting another kiss on your cheek.

"Fuck!" You squealed as your body stiffened abruptly, your cum flushing out of you and all over Juju's fingers and her inner thighs.

"That's my girl, you did so good mama" The taller coaxed, slipping her fingers out of the warm embrace  and into her mouth to clean them off.

[rafesslxt]

Happy New Year

summary: when your bf JJ doesn‘t give you your new years kiss, Rafe takes matters into his own hands warnings: kind of cheating?, friends telling you you deserve better, kissing, pda notes: thought about this under the shower words: 1,8k

2025 was only 10 minutes away. Hopefully the new year would be better for all of us.

"Oh we need new drinks to clink glasses!" Sarah‘s voices interrupted my thoughs about the last twelve months. "Yeah probably, let‘s get a few for everyone. I‘m gonna gelp you." John B said, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend‘s shoulder.

I looked at JJ and smiled softly at him. "You wanna come too? Gonna help them." He just shook his head and mumbled something under his breath that I didn‘t quite catch, but what I did catch were the reactions from the rest of the group.

That‘s how it‘s going for the last two weeks. JJ was in a bad mood lately and everyone got a taste of it here and there but I did the most.

"Alright.." i sighed and stood up from my seat between him and Kiara who looked at me, her eyes telling me I deserve better. As If she wouldn't tell me everyday. 'JJ is one of my best friends but so are you and you really deserve better than this.'

"You know.. we all love JJ but.." Sarah started as the three of us started to walk towards the bar. "I know. I deserve better and I -" before I could finish my sentence, I bumped into something.. someone.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Sarah‘s voice asking in disgust. My eyes wandered over the body I just crashed into, slowly upwards to the chest, then his neck and jawline. "Like watcha seeing, doll?" The voice sent shivers down my skin but the face put a slight scowl onto mine.

There was alway some kind of friction between me and Rafe but I always chose to push the little tingling in my stomach away when he smirked at me or when I felt his eyes lingering on my legs while walking in the heat of the island.

I always thought it wouldn‘t make any sense. First of all he‘s my best friend's brother and second of all the definition of trouble. And I think I had enough of that this year. Oh, and besides the fact, that he's the 'enemy' how the Pogues like to call him.

I just then noticed his hand on my hip, probably from crashing into me and stoppIng me from falling onto my ass. " Well I would If it wasn‘t for the unmatching character showing through your words." We always did this. Throwing a bait and wait for the other one to bite back.

"Hmm, why‘s that even you have such a sweet mouth, there are only so nasty words coming out of it?"

My cheeks turned red just the slightest bit and I rolled my eyes to conceal the effect his words had on me. "Let‘s go." I murmured to Sarah and John B, letting Rafe stand there with a smug grin on his face and his eyes laying shamelessly on my ass as I walked away.

As we arrived at the bar, we ordered drinks for the whole group. "I'll bring them to your table." One of the bar girls told us while writing down our order and then smiling sweetly at us. "Thanks." Sarah and I answered smiling back, John B giving her a polite nod, then walking back with us to our table. We were seated on a rooftop, right in front of the railing so we could see the fireworks at midnight.

Unaware of anything, Sarah pulled me back before I could walk back outside. I turned my head towards her with a confused look on my face when I saw her giving John B a look that told him to let us be alone. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"I'm meaning this seriously, y/n. We really love JJ as a friend but as a boyfriend? When we say you deserve better, we mean you are selling yourself off way below your value and yes maybe he's gonna catch himself and get the stick out of his ass but do you really want to wait for that to eventually happen?"

I was taken aback by her words but not because they were cruel or mean but because they were true. I ran a hand through my hair and slightly pulled at my roots, trying to release some stress. "I get it, but what do you want me to do? Break up because he's acting off for two weeks?" She shook her head. "No, maybe don't break up but don't try to do everything right and nicely and just in the right tone so he won't get mad. Show him he can't treat you like that. I mean come on, even my brother is giving you more attention." She twisted her face a little at the end of her speech, looking over my shoulder and seeing her brother looking right back at us like a hawk.

Another deep breath ran through my lungs and back out of my mouth. "Alright, will do that." She smiled at me and took my hand. "Now come on before we miss midnight." I giggled and walked back with her, sitting back down between Kiara and JJ just when the waitress came with our drinks. Everyone smiled at her and thanked her expect JJ.

I rolled my eyes at his behavior, especially since he's always the one who complains about the kooks treating service people like trash. "What's with the eye-roll?" He snapped at me. "What's with your attitude?" I snapped right back, remembering Sarah's words. I didn't want to fight but I also wasn't in the mood to always nod and smile back as soon as he was acting like a bitch.

"Maybe it's just you." I gasped at his words and looked at him with wide eyes. "JJ..come on man." John B sighed and shook his head at his best friend. "What? Maybe it is her. Always complaining and shit. Can't I be in a bad mood sometimes?" I scoffed at his words and had to held back my laughter. "Sometimes? It's been like that for the last two weeks!" "Okay then fuck off If you can't live with it!"

The table went silent and everyone looked at him in shock. Without a word I took my purse and stood up from the couch we sat on. I pushed myself past him and the rest. "Y/n wait.." Sarah rushed but I turned around and looked at her. "No it's okay because indeed I can't live with this shit. I do deserve better. Enjoy midnight, please. I'm just going inside."

I gave her a small smile at the end, meaning it. I didn't want them to follow me. I wanted them to enjoy this moment. I got back inside and down the spiral stairs we came through an hour ago. I pushed through the doors as I crossed the hall, past the security's.

As soon as my heels hit the ground, I took them off and walked down to the beach where all the people responsible for the firework worked on it.

I took a look at my watch and saw new year was only a minute away. I rushed further down the beach, a little bit away from the firework but near enough to enjoy it. I was able to see the rooftop from here, guessing they were able to see me too. "There goes my midnight kiss.." I sighed to myself, looking over the ocean, the waves silently crushing against the shore.

"Depends on who you're hoping for." A deep voice followed my thoughts. My head spun around in surprise. "Rafe?!" There he stood almost right in front of me now. He came closer and looked at me like I was some kind of pray and about to run away. "What are you doing here?" "Could ask you the same. Letting your boyfriend treat you like shit again?"

Then I heard the people from the club screaming the countdown down from 10.

I turned back around, my back towards him. "What do you know." I scoffed, not really asking. Suddenly his voice was right beside my ear and I could feel the warmth radiating off his body onto mine. "I know that I would never treat you like he does. I would read every wish right off your lips, doll."

Before I could answer him he grabbed my hips and spun me back around, my front crushing against his for the second time today with my hands landing on his chest. I looked up into his ocean eyes, feeling myself drowning in them like I do every time I look at them.

"3...2...1... happy new year!"

And out of nowhere, I got my first new year's kiss. My lips crashed against his and while his eyes were closed, mine were ripped open in shock.

His hands wandered over my waist und pulled my body even tighter against his, my hands now slowly gliding over his chest and my eyes falling shut. One of his hands found their way to my face, laying on my right cheek. He cheekily but softly bit my bottom lip, my lips parted with a little gasp. He took his chance and slipped his tongue right into my warm and desperate mouth, groaning when he felt the tip of my tongue on his.

„Fuck..“ he growled, pressing me even harder against him if that was even possible. I moaned right back into his mouth before I pulled away just the slightest bit to lick his bottom lip and softly nibbling on it with my teeth in a teasing way.

It was like I forgot the whole world around me in that exact moment. I didn't remember JJ and me fighting. Damn I didn't even remembered JJ himself for a moment. My fingers grabbed his shirt, the need to feel him as close as possible slowly taking over me.

A little gasp, almost inaudible left his throath, his cheeks heating up just like mine.

We were so into it we didn‘t eve notice the whole group, also including Toppr and Kelce catching up with us after a few minutes. Sarah gasped loudly with big eyes and her jaw almost falling to the sand. "Oh my-" "what the fuck!" I heard JJ screaming.

I opened my eyes but didn‘t pull away. I saw Rafe lifting his arm behind me, not seeing the middle finger he showed JJ but I definetly felt the little smirk against my skin.

"Looks like you didn‘t took your chance.." Kiara giggled, earning a glare from JJ while Kelce and Topper clapped their hands and cheered loudly for Rafe.

Maybe the new year really is going to be a better one than the last one.

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[syndrossi]

Restoration AU: Arya I

Previous part, Jon I, here (or read the entire edited part 1 on AO3 here).

x~x~x

Something was wrong, and it had to do with Jon, who was absent from the Great Hall for supper. So was Theon, but that was far more common. And the chair that her father kept for one of the servants to dine with them was empty too.

Her father usually asked after their day, or her mother after their lessons, but both ate in silence, and Robb was glaring at Father like he had forbidden him from riding for a week, as he had a few moons ago when Robb had been caught with Theon sneaking back from winter town during the night, “drunk as a dog.” He was always trying to impress Theon for reasons Arya would never understand.

Sansa kept stealing glances at Arya as they ate, either in question or accusation, but she could only shrug. Bran knew, she thought after a few minutes’ study. He was fidgeting in his seat, looking like he dearly wished to speak but had been instructed otherwise.

When they had finished their plates, the scrape of Robb’s knife particularly loud in the large hall, Father stood, his face stony. “There is a matter I would speak of. Doubtless you have noticed that your half-brother Jon is absent.”

Arya frowned. Their father rarely called Jon anything but their brother. It was Sansa who turned her nose up and made sure to correct Arya whenever he was mentioned. As he opened his mouth to speak again, Mother stood, the sudden motion accompanied by the screech of wood on stone.

“I will not listen to this again,” she said, not even looking at Father as she reached to pick little Rickon up from his chair. Her footsteps fell heavy as she stormed from the room.

Robb’s own chair shifted, and Arya thought for a moment that he might go after her, but he settled, his glare at their father turning sharper still. Arya bit her lip, worry beginning to build. Her mother was easily upset when it came to Jon, but she did not know why Robb would be angry too.

“Did something happen to Jon?” Arya asked.

“No,” Father said, rubbing at his temples. He looked very tired, and a little sad. “Jon is looking after his brothers. Your half-brothers.”

“Our half-brothers?” Arya echoed uncertainly. She knew that “half-brother” meant “bastard,” and that a bastard was a child born outside of marriage. Jon had been born around the time that Robb had, before her parents had come to know and love one another.

“Twins,” her father confirmed with a nod. “They are near to you and Bran in age, Arya.”

Robb’s fists clenched. “So you simply could not wait for the realm to go to war again, is that it? Because it meant you could visit your foreign—” He glanced about the table, at Arya and Sansa, mouth pressing into a tight line. “What oaths do you hold sacred, Father?”

She had never heard Robb so angry. Although he was not shouting, his eyes glittered, as though he were holding back tears. Arya found herself grasping the arms of her chair, worried about how their father would respond.

“That is between myself and your mother,” Father said, though without heat. “Whatever anger you harbor for me, your brothers will need your kindness. They lost their mother, and were kidnapped from their home by those wishing to use them against our family. It is only through luck that they escaped their captors.”

“And I found them!” Bran announced. “They were just outside the wolfswood.”

Robb’s anger seemed to have given way to surprise. “Kidnapped? Who took them?”

“I do not yet know. I have sent out a number of knights and men-at-arms to the wolfswood in search. The boys described what they recalled of their captor, but they were given dreamwine to keep them docile.”

Robb’s fist rapped against the top of the table. “Why was I not sent out with them in search? Or Jon?”

“Because you and Jon are yet boys,” Father said, summoning the scowl back to Robb’s face. “And I do not yet know the shape of this plot. Perhaps a full-blooded Stark captive would suit their purposes better. Your efforts are best spent looking after your siblings, old and new.” His gaze swept through all of them. “None of you are to wander beyond the gates of Winterfell until these men are caught.”

Arya nodded solemnly in response, but within, she felt abuzz with excitement. New siblings, enemies seeking to steal them away in the night. It was like something out of the interesting histories, or the games of pretend she would play with Bran—and Sansa before she decided that she preferred needlepoint and cooing over knights with Jeyne Poole.

“When do we get to meet the twins? What are their names? Do they look like me and Jon?”

Father blinked. “Their names are Willam and Raymar. Willam—has the Stark look, like you and your brother. Raymar has more of his mother’s look.” If Robb’s scowl were any fiercer, Arya thought his face might end up stuck that way. “They are supping with Jon and will stay with him in his chamber.” He gave Arya a stern look. “It has been a long day for them, you may meet your brothers in the morning.”

She huffed with disappointment. Bran had met them already, it didn’t seem fair that the rest of them should have to wait. Then again, Father had not said that they couldn’t meet them tonight. Arya snuck a glance at Sansa, curious whether she felt the same, but her sister was staring at the surface of the table, face red with upset.

“If that is all, may I be excused, Father?” her sister asked.

Their father’s face grew sadder still. “Sansa—”

“I will escort her to her chamber,” Robb interrupted, moving to offer their sister his arm. She took it, mouth trembling as though she might burst into tears, and Robb shifted to pull her into a side hug instead, arm around her shoulders as he led her out of the hall.

Arya stared after them, her mood dimming for the first time. Jon has explained to her once what a bastard was. He was like Father in that way, always willing to answer questions, even if they might be shameful ones. She still didn’t understand exactly how it worked, but she knew that it was a betrayal, the kind that Mother blamed Jon for.

“Do you still love Mother?” she asked.

Her voice sounded small in the Great Hall, and Father rose from his seat to crouch beside her and Bran, placing a large hand on each of their heads. “I love your mother with all my heart, but my deeds have hurt her deeply. She will need your love in the coming weeks.”

She nodded beneath his hand. “Are you ashamed of the twins?” He had brought Jon back with him as a babe, but not their other brothers.

Father sighed. “No, they are innocent in this. They too will need your love. This is a strange place to them, and we are still strangers, rather than kin.”

And they had been kidnapped from their home. “I will show them every part of Winterfell,” Arya promised. “So that they can feel that it is home.”

“I can show them too!” Bran said quickly. “I know places that you haven’t been.”

Father regarded him with a knowing look. “Places that you are forbidden from climbing to?” Bran ducked his head, but Father’s hand followed it. “No climbing, Bran, especially not with danger about.”

Bran’s mouth opened like he wanted to protest, but he closed it with a nod.

“It will be—difficult, for a time. You may hear unkind words said about your brothers, or perhaps even about me. You must be kind, where others are not.”

It was Sansa who their father should be speaking to, Arya thought with a frown. She would likely be one of those saying unkind things. But they both assured him that they would protect their new brothers.

“Wild as the two of you can be, you have gentle hearts.” Father pulled them in close for a hug, then stood, lifting them both from their chairs in a single motion before setting them on their feet. “Come, let us get you back to your rooms.”

x~x~x

Arya did eventually try to sleep, but after Father had walked with them to bring their direwolf pups to the kennels, she no longer had the distraction of playing with Nymeria, and she certainly wasn’t going to practice her stitches. She brought out one of the books that Maester Luwin had given her to help learn High Valyrian, because Father had told them during their walk that the twins had grown up in a noble household in Lys and spoke the language.

But High Valyrian was difficult even with a maester explaining it and she set it aside after only a few minutes, drumming her fingers atop her lap. She snuffed the lamp then, and settled into bed, closing her eyes.

Sleep refused to come. She kept thinking about Robb’s anger, and Sansa crying, and Mother’s cold fury. She thought about Jon then, and what he thought about his two new siblings. She hadn’t considered it earlier, but doubt plagued her now. Would he prefer them to her because they were his full siblings and boys? Their Stark looks had always been something special the two of them shared.

What were they like, the twins? Would they be quiet and watchful like Jon? Would they be perfect and proper like Sansa?

After tossing from side to side until she could no longer stand it, Arya threw the blanket off and dressed herself again. Her bedchamber was not too far from Jon’s, but when she cracked the door open, she saw Cayn disappear around the corner, which was strange. Perhaps Father was more worried about the kidnappers than he had told them.

She waited a few seconds, then slipped out, tip-toeing down the hall until she reached the end. She peeked around the corner and waited until Cayn had disappeared from view again before hurrying to Jon’s door, where she knocked as quietly as she could.

Several harrowing seconds passed before the door opened at last—just a sliver at first, but once Jon’s gaze dropped to her, he opened it wider. Arya stared up at him, the uncertainty of the past few hours catching up to her at last in the form of blurred tears.

“Here,” Jon said, and she flung her arms around him in a hug that he returned with a comforting squeeze.

The door was closed behind her, and when she pulled back, brushing her eyes with a sleeve, she spotted their new brothers sitting atop Jon’s bed, petting Ghost. Father had said that they were her age or younger, but to her disappointment, they looked bigger—almost Sansa’s age.

Raymar drew her gaze first, because of his strange coloring. His hair was so pale he almost reminded her of Ghost, and it fell loose over his shoulders and down his back, much longer than most boys or men wore theirs. His eyes looked dark at first, like Willam’s and Jon’s, but in the candlelight she could see that they were blue, perhaps—or purple. That was not uncommon in Lys, she remembered learning.

Sansa will be jealous, Arya thought with something like satisfaction. There is finally someone prettier than her.

Arya had spent enough time wishing she were pretty like her sister, rather than “Arya Horseface,” that it only seemed fair that her sister should have to know what it felt like. It is not as though I only want it to impress boys, either.

He did not lift his chin under her gaze, the way Sansa did when someone noticed her and she wanted to preen about it. He simply returned it, his curiosity dampened by a sorrow that made her own chest ache in response, so she looked away, seeking his twin instead.

Willam, looked so much like Jon that they could have been twins, if they were the same age. His hair was straighter than Jon’s and slightly lighter, worn loose down to his shoulders. At first she thought that maybe his eyes were purple too, but after a few seconds, she decided they must be a grey like Jon’s. He had far more of the Stark look than his brother, but softened somehow. His face was longer than his twin’s, but not horselike, like hers.

He also looked sad as he stared back at her, something like longing in his eyes, and Arya understood what Father had meant about them needing their family. No mother, no siblings, and they have never known Father.

She walked up to the bed. “I’m Arya, your sister.” The twins hurried to their feet to give a proper bow of greeting, introducing themselves as well, and then, inspired, she added in her best High Valyrian, “Welcome to Winterfell.”

They blinked at her in unison, like she had always imagined twins would, and the delight of it made her smile. She hugged Raymar first, who tensed before gingerly returning the hug. Then she hugged Willam, who dug his chin into her shoulder and returned the hug with all the fierceness of one of Jon’s hugs. She could feel him shaking a little and when she pulled back in concern, she found that he was crying.

She hoped it wasn’t because she had reminded them of their own home. “I will help Jon show you around tomorrow,” she said, seeking to distract him. “And you can meet my direwolf, Nymeria.” She reached out a hand to give Ghost a scritch, hastily adding, “Ghost is different from the other pups too, but that just means he’s special.”

They hopped back onto the bed, alternating pats and scratches to Ghost, while Jon dragged a chair over, since there wasn’t room for everyone.

“What are some things that you like?” Arya asked, curious about just how much their lives had differed, growing up in Lys. “I like wolves, riding, and archery. I hate embroidery.”

Raymar answered first. “I like—riding as well, and archery. I also like history, swords, and singing.” Willam’s head jerked toward his brother, who added, “I enjoy playing the harp.”

Willam seemed dismayed for some reason, while his twin stared back almost in challenge. Arya looked between them, uncertain what had upset them. Perhaps their mother used to play, and it reminded them of her?

“Sansa has a harp that she plays,” Arya said. “She’s your other sister.” Sansa probably wouldn’t let Raymar play it, now that she thought about it. “There are lots of horses too, and I ride my own now, and sometimes I go out and practice with a bow. I cross sticks with our brother Bran too.” She smiled encouragingly at Willam, who still looked on the verge of upset. “What about you?”

“I like wolves,” Willam said, gaze dropping to Ghost, who was giving his hand puppy kisses. “I like training with my brother, especially with swords. I like—” He paused for a while, frowning. “Understanding how a holdfast is run.”

Arya’s brow furrowed. That wasn’t quite what she had meant, but perhaps Willam hoped to become a lord’s steward someday.

“He likes playing chase and discovering places we haven’t been to,” Raymar said.

Bran would like that. “Playing chase in the godswood is fun. I can show you the hot springs!” Father probably wouldn’t let them go riding until the kidnappers were found. The twins were lucky, she thought glumly, they would actually be allowed to practice archery and swordfighting in the yard without anyone raising a fuss like they would if Arya wanted to.

She asked them about food next, feeling bad that they hadn’t been allowed to sup with them in the Great Hall, but Raymar was able to tell her all about the strange things that were common to eat in Lys. Consuming lots of fish and other sea creatures was apparently very common, and he named many colorful-sounding fruits and vegetables she hadn’t heard of. Even Jon seemed intrigued.

Arya had fun telling them about northern delicacies, and Willam’s face lit up when she mentioned rhubarb, which he declared a favorite. “Mine too!” she told him. “And Jon’s. He likes it better in pie, but Gage pickles them too and lets me sneak slices from the kitchen.”

She turned to Raymar, who looked a little mystified. “I—it is not common, where we are from. It has been so long that I cannot recall what I thought when we tried it.”

If she asked nicely, Arya knew Gage would make rhubarb pie for them tomorrow. She bit her tongue rather than say it aloud, though, so it would come as a surprise.

A knock came at the door then, and Arya froze, certain at first that she had been caught. But as Jon moved to the door, the knock came again, soft and hesitant. If it were Father, or one of the guards, they would have rapped much harder.

It was Bran, who greeted the twins with familiarity, though he did mistakenly call Willam “Jon” once. Upon learning of Willam’s love of chase, and Raymar’s for hiding games, he convinced the twins that they should play hide-the-treasure the next morning.

It was Jon who interrupted then, with a strained smile. “Father may desire a chance to acquaint our brothers with the castle first.”

“We can do that,” Bran said.

“I do not mean the nooks and crannies that you know so well, but rather the people. It will—surprise many of the household to learn of our new brothers.”

Because they were bastards, Arya realized, recalling what Father had said about unkind words. They might be angry like Robb and Mother. “We can come along.”

Jon kissed her hair, but his smile still did not reach his eyes. “There is no need. I will be with them.”

Bran looked disappointed. “But they are our brothers too.”

“Give it time,” Jon said.

Usually he spoke plainly, especially to Arya, but she could tell that he was holding back, either because of Bran or the twins. He means Robb—and Mother. Robb’s anger would pass, Arya knew. It always burned hot and fast. But in all the years, Mother’s heart had not warmed to Jon, even though he was nothing but gentle towards them.

I do not care what is said about bastards. Theon is trueborn and Jon is worth ten of him. There is no wickedness in his heart.

“Father will not thank me for keeping you awake,” Jon said, helping her and Bran to their feet. “And Ghost needs to return to the kennels for the night.”

Willam looked heartbroken as Jon took the dozing Ghost from his arms, causing the pup to give a sleepy yawn. Arya’s own jaw creaked open in response, and she let Jon shepherd her to the door, where she paused to turn back toward the twins.

Though they had cheered some during their conversation, their earlier melancholy had returned. Raymar sat with his arms wrapped tightly around his drawn legs, head resting upon his knees, his gaze distant. Willam was still cross-legged, but he stared after them with a painful yearning that made her want to rush back and hug him.

Jon’s hand on her back prodded her forward, however, and she was tired enough by the late hour that when her head finally hit her pillow, sleep found her soon after.

x~x~x

Up next: What better time for Robb to decide to pay his own visit than when Jon's out taking Ghost to the kennels?

(Poor Sansa, who's a little more aware of what marriage is and the implications of bastards, is dealing with her own crisis over her father's dishonorable behavior, so she won't be joining the Starkling invasion on Jon's bedchamber.)

[lolitastories]

Yoni

Bucky Barnes

Scenario: Y/N is helping Sarah decorate a party but gets interrupted by two little fellas. What started out as teasing will end her up with more than she prepared for, but she wasn't complaining.

“So, you are the girlfriend?” I look over the picnic table to see two boys moving to sit down.

“She can’t be his girlfriend!” The other boy laughed as he turned over to me. “Are you?” I opened my mouth to answer before Sarah smacked both boys in the back of their head. Both boys letting out and ow.

“Mind your business.” She gave me an am sorry look before turning her attention back to the boys. “How about you do something more useful and help her with these balloons? The boys nod. Sarah sets a box full of decoration on the table before leaving. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle to their stern faces as they looked down.

“Yes.” I simply respond which makes their heads pop up. “We have been dating for a while.” I smile remembering how long we have been together, 8 months.

“Why hadn’t he introduced you yet?”

“Wait, does our uncle Sam know about you?”

“He would’ve let it slip by now” He turns to his brother as the other nods in agreement.

“He surely would have made a joke or two to make uncle Bucky feel uncomfortable” The older brother chuckles.

“He didn’t mention uncle Buck-” The older one shoves the younger one slightly.

“Shut it Cass!” His eyes motion over to me and the younger one nods and they go back to blowing up the balloons. If I can’t let these two young boys tell me what they are hiding I should no longer be allowed to be an agent.

“Well,” I began talking, getting them to look back at me. “I am glad to finally meet Sam’s nephews. Bucky always talks about you two” It was true. He likes to spend his time bothering Sam but I know he likes to come around the boat because Sam is family and so were the boys.

“¿Really?” The young boy Cass, smiles widely. “He probably tells you he prefers me over AJ.” He proudly says.

“There is no way! I am older and he tells me thing young kids like you wouldn’t understand” Cass looks over offended and crosses his arms.

“Well you want to know something he didn’t tell you about the girl he met at the restaurant?” AJ goes to cover his mouth but Cass is quicker and moves away. “He told me he didn’t ask her on a date but when he told her about you she ran away!” I bite my lips from bursting into laughter.

“She did not!” AJ throws himself at the younger brother, but Cass slides back. “She probably didn’t want to be with him because he told her you still need mommy to sing you to sleep!” He teased that Cass didn’t take another second to jump at him but thankfully he was lifted off before he could reach AJ.

“Is that how a man should behave in front of a lady?” I look over admiring Bucky. Cass was just casually hanging while Bucky had his metal arm wrapped around his chest. AJ stood up,

“No” He looks down. I hear Bucky let out a sigh and place Cass on the floor. The boys like on demand turn towards me and apologise. “Can we still help you?” I smile nodding.

“Because you two are so cute I will allow it.” The boys smile and take back their seats. I looked up towards Bucky who had a wide smile.

“You’re much prettier than Leah either way” We all look over at the words that suddenly came out of Cass’s mouth.

“You don’t even know what she looks like!” AJ says.

“Yeah but I know what she looks like!” He points over to me. “Uncle Bucky can’t do better than her” The boys laugh agreeing with each other.

“Enough!” The boys froze hearing Sarah's voice, I felt my cheek redden a little too. “Go find Sam” They boys scurry to run off. “See if he can do something with you two” She shakes her head whispering the last bit. “Sorry about those two.” She places her hand on one hip leaning on one side.

“Don’t worry about it.” I looked over towards Bucky who was scratching the back of his neck, looking at anything other than at me. “You know I would actually like to talk to them more. Seems like Leah, made a great impression on them.” I moved my eyes away from Bucky when he looked up with widened eyes.

“Oh honey,” She laughed, coming over to place her arm around my shoulder. “Since you’ve walked through the doors they couldn’t take their eyes off of you” I join her in the laugh. “I have my hands full with those two.” She lets out a sigh as she fixes her posture. “I have to check on the food but I will be back to help you out with the decoration-”

“I got it,” Bucky interrupted as he moved forward to grab some balloons out of the pile. Sarah nods and makes her way back into the kitchen. She leaves so the only thing we could hear right now was how the waves hit the side of the boat. The seagulls flying over or singing their song. The distant chatter of the boys probably bothering Sam. The sound of some metal that was being worked on the boat.

“So,” I keep on looking at Bucky. “Leah?” He sets the half blown up balloon and finally meets my eye.

“The small restaurant I met Yori in.” I nod understanding what he was talking about. He told me the old man set him up on a date but Bucky ended up leaving. Yet he forgot to mention her name. I let the balloon I had in my hand fly out making the annoying noise.

“Didn’t you take me to that restaurant on our second date?” I tried to remember but it's been so long ago. Bucky shakes his head.

“I took you on a restaurant date for our first date”

“ahh.” I nod.

“Before you told me you hated restaurant dates,” I looked up smiling at his embarrassed/sad tone. I get up walking around the picnic table to his side. I wrap my arms around his shoulder from behind and lay my head on his shoulder. His eyes were focused on a far ahead item as I twisted my head to look at him.

“I know your 1940’s heart beats for that kind of date,” I place a kiss on his cheek, gaining his attention. “If you want to take me on those dates I would do it for you” I smile trying to seem convincing.

“You can’t trick me like you can do to everybody” I furrowed my brows trying to act like I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I am not taking you to that restaurant” I stomped my leg and pushed myself away from him. I go to walk away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his lap. He circled his arms around me making it hard to leave. “But I can woo you just like in the 1940s” His metal hand moved up to grip my jaw.

“Did you woo her just like in the 1940s?” I raise my brow not making it easy for him to change the subject.

“You are not going to let this go are you?” I shake my head.

“Did you bring her flowers like you did for me?” His lips fall into a flat line. His hand dropped to my lap. “You did, didn’t you?” I scoff, shaking my head. I wasn’t mad, honestly it was endearing he was such a gentleman. “Now I really have to meet her and more because you told me not so long ago that I was the first girl you were interested in after becoming Bucky again.” As I spoke the words it was like I was becoming rabid on my own words.

“I was telling the truth!” He holds on tighter as I try to get away from his hold. “I tried to speak to you but you were never interested,” He softly let out. I am an agent of shield and it wouldn’t be good to become involved with an avenger. Now that he was steering away or no longer much involved, he was able to separate personal with business, that is what made me say yes to a date. “When you left for almost a year's mission, I was missing you” My eyes scanned over his face. “I was yearning for something that wasn’t mine,” I had instantly moved to grip his face. “Sam and my therapist told me to get out there and that was when Yoni set me up with Leah.” I will have a talk with Sam later, traitor. “I wasn’t lying when I told you, you were the first girl that made my 1940s heart beat again” How can I be made at that?.

“Was I really that standoffish?” Bucky lets out a chuckle.

“Doll,” He looks me in my eyes. “You were colder than winter” I laughed at his sudden joke. “Is a good thing with other man but when I tried to get to you, you would immediately shut me down”

“It just took me some time to warm up to you but see, now we are here” I move forward yearning for his lips on mine.

“You two and your puns should be blowing on balloons not blowing into each other” we pull away hearing Sam walking up to the table. I was going to make a snarky comment until I heard the boys running around Sam to sit on the picnic table. I smiled teasingly and I went for an innocent joke.

“You don’t want any more nephews?” I could sense Bucky tense up. “Maybe a niece this time?” I pat Bucky on the shoulder before getting up from his lap. I walk past Sam but he takes hold of my arm and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“Seems like you froze the soldier” I look over and smile. I turn back to Sam and with a mischievous nod and smile we turn over to Bucky at the same time. “I would love a niece actually, what do you think buddy?” He speaks to Bucky but he doesn’t flinch.

“I don’t mind which comes out as long as it has his eyes.”

“Oh yes, those beautiful blues” Sam and I continue to joke around until Bucky pushes himself up. He looks dead at my eyes and struts towards me until he drags me away alongside him.

“¡Hey!” Sam screams from behind us. “You are supposed to help with the party, where are you two going?!” I look over to Bucky wanting to say something, but he leaves me speechless once again.

“I am going to make you that niece!”