#and then i climb into his lap and a) cuddle him to death while answering all his follow-up questions

[moonlitkissing]

Recent fantasy: an inexperienced friend asking me about how he can tell that his future partner is cumming - he's read that many women fake their orgasms and now he's scared he won't be able to tell the difference and if i could give him some pointers?

So I offer to show him how it feels instead. He nods hesitantly, face flushed and attempting in vain to hide behind his short hair, but his eyes stay glued to my body while I'm undressing.

Slowly, I spread my legs wider, shifting both our focus on my pussy, and trail one hand down, spread it for him with my fingers. Poor boy looks about ready to faint, but he does his very best to stay focused and listen to my explanations. I show him my clit, tell him that many girls cum from clit stimulation, that prenetation isn't always enough and that he shouldn't feel bad about it.

I start up a rhythm of tight circles on my clit as I'm talking so my words occasionally tip over in a moan, and his eyes grow wider with every single one of them. But he also leans forward, pants tenting as he watches me touch myself right before him.

After checking that he's okay with touching, I grab his hand and drag it to my pussy, instructing him to put two fingers in. He groans when he does, mumbling about how tight, how wet i am around his fingers, how soft it feels. I clench more or less involuntary around him and laugh softly at his startled expression and tell him that he's doing everything right, to crook his fingers, to keep repeating that motion.

I let him finger me for a while, let him find his rhythm while I'm still working my clit, climbing steadily higher and higher. Eventually, he looks up from where his fingers disappear inside me and watches my expression instead, cheeks still flushed but for another reason now.

"Close," I tell him around a moan and press harder on my clit, pleasure shooting through my middle with every crook of his fingers and every press of mine.

It's almost more rewarding to watch his face than the feeling of the orgasm washing over my body when it happens. His mouth is slightly open, eyes lazer focused on my pussy once more as it keeps clenching around his fingers, and he mutters a breathy "fuck" over the noises my wetness makes.

I have to take a minute to catch my breath and another to gingerly pull his hand free from my body but when I do, I'm met with the most bashful smile and a cute little "thank you"

[1d1195]

Therapy Extra I

This is a check-in/part of my Therapy series you can find the first parts here

Takes place after the night out with her friends. The moment they don't talk about :) Just something to read before my next part of the Made to be series

There was a sticky note on her forehead when she woke up. “Ugh...” she moaned. She peeled it off her forehead and squinted to read it as her head pounded. Harry’s scrawly script was written. Medicine. He wrote with a smiley face. She glanced at her nightstand and the cup of water that looked like an entire oasis. She gulped it down readily and sighed with relief at the taste of nonalcoholic liquid going down her dry throat.

She tried to piece together getting home, but it was entirely fuzzy. She whined as she stood up, head spinning. “Jesus,” she muttered. Entirely out of practice. Embarrassing. She slowly made her way from the bathroom—where she desperately tried to not throw up while she brushed her teeth and tried not to pee herself—heading to the living room and found Harry reading on the couch.

“Aren’t y’a sight,” he chuckled. “Good morning, kitten,” he said closing his book and placing it on the armrest of the couch. “Y’okay?”

“No,” she grumbled. She looked at the contents of the fridge and nothing piqued her interest and felt a little nauseous at the idea of trying to stomach anything anyway. She sighed closing the door. She glanced at Harry who periodically looked up from his book with a smirk. “How did I get out of m’clothes?” She asked afraid of the answer as she sipped more water by the sink.

“Um...” he swallowed thickly, and she looked over at him as he shifted uncomfortably, his legs outstretched on the couch, and she thought it was entirely unfair that his skin practically glowed a golden color in the middle of the fall season. He was so pretty. So, so, so pretty. All she could imagine was sitting on his thigh for the rest of her life. “Y’sorta stripped in front of me,” he said sheepishly, and his cheeks pinked under his gaze. She forgot all about his thigh and tried not to throw up in embarrassment. “Y’didn’t say much...You were a bit...”

She shook her head quickly and groaned. “No, that’s enough,” she said. “Don’t talk about it,” she said blushing in embarrassment. “Never happened.”

“Never happened,” Harry repeated. She knew he was looking at her...knew he was picturing her naked or whatever horrible half-exposed drunk girl she looked like from last night. She sighed bitterly and walked over to where he was seated. She didn’t think, she just climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and cuddled up against him. He cleared his throat. She was minorly glad he was taken aback by the motion because she was embarrassed about the whole stripping thing, and she felt it fair that he was a little embarrassed too. She didn’t know why she decided now was a good time to snuggle with him. Well, her heart knew—and her brain knew too, but it was all very fuzzy. What she did know is that it just felt right. Plus, she was still very tired and grumpy.

“Uh...kitten?” He questioned. His hands were nearly above his head trying not to touch her but thrilled she was so close to him, all snuggled sweetly.

“Just shut up, Styles,” she said tiredly and pressed her face against his chest. “Lemme sleep, this never happened either,” she said. Harry was a sucker for her. He would do anything for her. He would have eaten cat food if she asked. He nodded, sighing contentedly and brought a hand to rest on her back. He slowly rubbed up and down like he did last night when she flew across the bar to him. Now he was certain death would be okay.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured figuring his hungover sweet girl didn’t really know what she was doing but he would never object to the cute cuddling session. He took his book off the armrest and continued reading quietly over her messy hair while she slept against his chest.

*

After the hungover cuddle, they were definitely more friendly toward each other. There wasn’t as much cuddling but there was more touching than before. She would put her hand on his arm when she was talking to him at breakfast, and he would put a guiding hand on her back when they left the apartment or when they walked through any door. She would gently shake him when he fell asleep on the couch. “Hey you,” she cooed. “Let’s get you to your room,” and her hand would gently stroke his face. When she was still sleeping through her alarm after Harry had finished his shower, he would gently coax her out of bed.

“Kitten, let’s get some food in you,” he told her softly, running his hand over her hair softly, smoothing out the crazy bed head that she’d gotten in the night.

When her friends opted for nights out, she just texted Harry she wanted to come home and watch a movie with him. When he was stuck at Niall’s watching the football game, he could only think about her snuggled into the corner of the couch reading her book looking so cute.

Then there was the ease of living together. She was baking her brownies as usual but unbeknownst to her, her potholder had a hole in it. when she gripped the pan from the oven, two of her fingers suffered the heat and she yelled at the contact dropping the metal pan of treats to the floor with a loud clatter.

Harry was just getting out of the shower when he heard her shout. He came rushing out to see what harmed her. “Kitten, y’okay?” He asked nervously rushing to her side and gripping her arm in his hand. She had her two fingertips pressed to her mouth and if Harry wasn’t so worried about if she was hurt or not, he might have thought about how seductive she looked.

“The potholder has a hole in it,” she pouted and stuck her fingers back in her mouth.

“Oh, kitten,” he cooed. “Y’okay?” He asked eyeing the pan on the floor.

“No, my brownies are ruined,” she said dramatically. He chuckled and she realized he was almost entirely naked. A towel draped over his hips and showed off more of his tanned skin as he gently rubbed her arm with his thumb. The cross necklace draped around his throat, so it sat between the bird tattoos on his collarbones. She realized she’d never seen him half naked in all the time he had lived here, and it seemed like a good thing because she knew she was staring at him like he was fully naked. And he may as well have been because she wanted to drool at the sight of him.

Somehow, she managed to keep her ogling to herself, especially when Harry grabbed a dishtowel to grab the pan off the floor and settle it on the counter. He shut the oven and grabbed her wrist, so her fingers came out of her mouth and tugged her to the sink. He ran warm water and pulled her so the water ran over her burn. She winced at the sting.

Harry turned to their medicine drawer and grabbed the first aid kit where he found some skin ointment to help with the burn. She was still looking at all his muscles, the way they flexed and how he was just so utterly beautiful. Everything about him drove her crazy. He squeezed a bit of the ointment on his fingers and pulled her hand from the water and carefully slathered it over her red fingertips. She sighed in relief at the sensation and he was so gentle with her.

“Um...” he said. “Just stay like that while I get dressed,” he said kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be right back, t’fix you up,” he said softly.

She nodded and watched as the towel shifted on his hips as he left the room. She thought it would be really nice if it fell off or if she pulled it off. But it was too late for that, and she realized she needed to release her flexed muscles in her thighs that had apparently been holding together while Harry was in the room the entire time. She sighed with relief at the stretch it gave, and she closed her eyes at the stupidity she felt.

Harry was going to be the death of her.

[countrymusiclover]

14 - Kyle's Final Mission

(Picture from Pinterest, not mine)

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He winced lifting his left hand to my face wiping away my tears as he let some slip from the pain he faces. "Hey, lisen to me baby. This is not on you...all that matters is we're safe...you and me." Resting my forehead on his I sigh in relief that we're together again.

"Do you Y/n L/n take Jay Halstead to be your husband from this day forward?" A minister asked as we stand in a clearing in the woods surrounded by friends and family. "I do." Jay is then asked the same question with a grin plastered on his face. "Do you Hay Halstead take Y/n L/n to be your wife from this day forward?" Jay started to respond until we heard Kyle bark as an answer making us all chuckle. He's laying down in the grass near my parents. We decided to do a small wedding a few days after Jay got discharged from the hospital by Will. If we've learned anything through out adventures with Kyle. It's that we have to live everyday not knowing what tomorrow will bring. "With that said I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Jay slowly cupped my face in his hands smiling leaning down kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. He tilts his head to the side deepening it as everyone started clapping having us break for air. My mother ran over hugging me sobbing happy tears as I hugged her tight. My father gives my husband a pat on the back. Will walked over giving Kyle a treat before hugging me. "So, what will you do now Y/n?" He asked as I intertwined my hand with my husband's, leaning on my other leg as to not put too much pressure on my hurt leg. Kyle lays down by Will's feet making his brace visible to me. When he got thrown into the wall by the Afghanistan guy it resulted in a few broken ribs. So he has to wear it for a few months, he's took the physical pain like a champ though.

"A little while go Will you offered me a job. I'd like to accept if that's still on the table." I tilt my head to the side grinning at my brother-in-law. The day I worked in the hospital I realized that helping people helps me deal with trauma. It gives me a way to forget about what happened in Afghanistan for a short time. I know the nightmares of death will play in the back of my mind always. But at least this way I can helping people, plus the little kids loved interacting with Kyle. "Like I said it was always there. We can do an application later after the honeymoon." The repetition was loud and everyone danced the night away until I see Kyle laying on a rock ledge with the sunset glowing off his fur. Sitting on the rock I don't care that I'm getting my dress dirty. Draping my arm over his side he lays his head in my lap. "I couldn't have imagined any other dog by my side. No one except you, Ky."

Foosteps approached behind us before I felt Jay's arms wrap around me from behind joining us on the rock ledge overlooking the riverside. "You know I don't think I would have met you if it wasn't for him." He mumbled into my hair feeling me lay back into his chest. "I don't believe that to be true. I think the universe gave me Kyle and he had a mission to bring us together." I intertwined my right hand with Jay's turning my head around and kissing him lips to which he kissed back with a grin. "Well I'm glad I was his target, Mrs. Halstead." Brushing my nose against his I mirror his grin. "You're the best assignment I ever had, Mr. Halstead." Kyle rolls over on his back climbing into our laps, snuggling in for some cuddling which we were more than happy to offer. Laying my head on Jay's chest I smiled finally having both my boys in my arms. We weren't separated anymore. Worrying about if the other was dead or not. For the rest of Kyle's life he now only had one mission left. He had brought us together, now he got to be a normal dog again. He got to be loved by Jay and I.

Military Lovers readers,

I am pleased to say this is the end of this story. I loved hearing feedback and getting to write Kyle's character. It would mean a lot to me if you all checked out my other works on here :)

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 20

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

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Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: Chris worries he ruined your relationship by asking to make it official.

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

Chris walks inside his house shutting the door. He takes a deep breath, he hopes you say yes. Maybe he sprung the question on you too soon, he knows you'll be having a hard time with the relationship. What if he messed everything up? He really likes you. Juniper really likes you, she gets along with the boys. He doesn't think the boys totally hate him, he really wants the relationship to work out.

He shakes it off as he kicks off his shoes and goes to the living room. He smiles seeing his mom and daughter asleep on the couch. Scott went back to LA so his mom babysat her today. He places a kiss on June's forehead.

He leaves the living room going to his room. With a yawn he changes into comfy clothes. He goes back to the living room he turns the TV off. He's not gonna wake his mom up since she'll be too tired to drive any. He lifts June carefully before heading to her room and setting her in bed. He tucks her in and places a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep tight June bug." He whispers as he turns on her nightlight before leaving and shutting the door softly. He head bed to the living room. He carefully guides his mom into a laying position, surprisingly not waking her, then he lays a blanket on her and turns off the light. He goes to the kitchen grabs a bear and heads to his room.

Once there he settles on the bed with a heavy sigh. He still can't help but feel like he ruined everything. He moves to fast, sure you guys have been going on dates since November but you've only been on around six dates. You're probably going to stop talking to him. He should've waited till you brought it up. He breaks from his thoughts when he got a text. It was from you.

"Hey I had a great time... Uh about you're question I want to talk to the boys before I answer I don't want to move too fast for them i hope you understand"

He smiles, maybe he was just overthinking. He didn't ruin anything. He texts back.

"I had a great time too! Yeah I understand. Sleep good."

He closes the messaging app, deciding he'll scroll on twitter for awhile. He was tagged in quite a few things so he looked through those for a little. Eventually he got bored and grabbed his book from his night stand. His door opened with a creaking noise causing him to look up at his daughter.

Juniper runs to the bed holding her stuffed animal. He could see the tears in her eyes. He sits up setting the book down.

"Daddy! There's something in my closet!" June cried as Chris lifts her onto the bed and into his lap.

"Really? What is it baby?" He asks softly.

"A monster!"

"You want me to go scare it off?"

"Yss please." She snuggles closer to his chest sniffling.

"Okay do you wanna wait here?" He asked rubbing her back.

"Mhm." She nods her head.

"Okay you stay right here." Lays her down in the large bed.

"Be careful daddy don't get eaten!"

"I won't I promise." He holds his pinkie out to her and she accepts. He kisses her forehead before leaving he goes to her room, checks the closet, and waits a few minutes before going back to his room. "He's gone!"

"Can I still stay with you daddy?" She asks him hugging the stuffed animal closer to her chest.

"Of course!" He climbs back into bed and laid down. "Come here I want cuddles." She giggles as she came closer to his side and rested her head on him. "Want a movie?"

"Yeah! Can we watch Frozen?"

"I think we can do that." He said reaching for the tv remote and turning on the movie. She slowly fell back asleep. He looks down at her sleeping form wondering how he got to be the dad of this little angel. He had a hand rested on her back. He smiles as he turns off the TV and gets comfortable. He falls asleep just as he feels Dodger climb into the bed.

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I know this chapter is short but I wanted it to just be Chris and June cause I thought we needed some Chris POV and some fluffy dad moments since I do a lot of how the reader and her kids are coping/handling everything that I better add some of Chris' side into it for this chapter. Plus him being a dad is a adorable concept that I love about this series.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

hey can you do a sub pre death kyle spencer pls?

Stressed* // Pre-death Kyle Spencer

request: hey can you do a sub pre death kyle spencer pls?

prompts: none

warnings: smut, oral sex, edging, bondage, language, face riding, praise kink, not proofread

You sat on Kyle’s bed as you watched him study. Finals are next week, and Kyle has been doing nothing but studying and working on homework. He has barely slept or eaten in the past few days, since his time has been taken up by school.

You’ve been trying to get him to take a break, but he won’t do it. No matter how hard you try, you couldn’t get him to take a break. But you had one more trick up your sleeve. Under your clothes, you wore Kyle’s favorite set of your underwear. A black lace set. You hoped this worked, because he needed a break. And he’s barely payed any attention to you, so to say you were a little pent up would be an understatement.

“Ky are you sure you don’t wanna take a break? I’m bored.”

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t. You know how important finals are. I can’t afford to do bad.”

You let out a sigh at his response. That’s what you were expecting. Quietly you shed your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

“Can I at least sit on your lap? I miss you.”

“Fine, just don’t distract me.”

You smirked to yourself as you walked over to him. You pulled his chair back a little and straddled him. You smiled as his eyes went wide while they trailed up and down your body.

“Y/n, what are you wearing?”

“What? Do you not like it?”

“No, I definitely do. I just,” he trailed off, not being able to form words.

The sight of you already had his cock hardening. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“You sure you don’t wanna take a break?” you whispered in his ear.

“Maybe a small break wouldn’t hurt,” Kyle said as he picked you up and carried you over to his bed.

He placed you down and was about to get on top of you when you stopped him.

“Nope. Since you ignored me all week, I’m in charge,” you said, smirking as you saw Kyle’s eyes full with eagerness and lust.

You quickly stood up, walking a few steps away from him.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

Kyle nodded as he quickly followed your orders. He watched as you reached into your bag and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, binding his hands to the headboard behind him.

“You will take what I give you, or you get nothing. Do you understand?”

Kyle nodded. You lightly slapped him on the cheek.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” he answered, his cock hardening when he saw the lust in your eyes.

“Good,” you said as you climbed on top of him.

You lowered yourself down to his cock and slowly licked a stripe up it, causing Kyle to moan. You took his cock into your mouth, placing your hands on his hips to prevent him from thrusting into you.

“Y/n, oh fuck that feels so good.”

You hummed know response, eliciting another moan from him. You picked up your speed, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking lightly as you blew him.

“Oh fuck, I- I’m close.”

And with that you pulled away, leaving him right on the edge.

“What the? Why’d you stop?”

You smacked his face again, a little more forcefully, but not hard enough to hurt.

“I believe I said that you will take what I give you. But if you wanna keep complaining, I could just leave you here.”

“No! No, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smiled and pressed a quick peck to his lips.

“Good boy.”

This happened many times more. You blowing him until he was about to cum, and leaving him on the edge, before resuming your motions moments later. Kyle was a mess, falling apart under every touch. You decided he had had enough, and the sight of him like this had you dripping. You figured you deserved a release. You quickly took your bra and panties off, tossing them aside. Kyle’s eyes raked over your body.

“Now I’m going to ride your face, and you’re going make me cum with just your tongue. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Kyle responded, a look of excitement crossing his face.

“Good boy.”

You crawled up him before straddling his face. You lowered yourself, being careful to still support your weight. As soon as you felt Kyle’s tongue make contact with your core, you let out a loud moan, followe by a string of praises.

“Of fuck Ky. You feel so good. You always do so good for me.”

You felt Kyle’s speed increase at the words you said. He always loved being told he was doing a good job. And you always loved seeing how happy it made him.

His nose brushed against your clit, causing you to moan louder.

“You’re doing so good for me Ky. You always make me feel so good.”

You felt your orgasm approaching, eliciting another moan from your as you came on Kyle’s face. You got off of him and went back down, smiling at your wetness that coated his face.

“You’ve done so good for me Ky, that you deserve a reward. I’m going to let you cum.”

“Thank you y/n,” he replied.

You straddled his waist, and lined his cock up with your cunt, before lowering down on him, moaning as he filled you up.

You placed your hands on his chest as you began to bounce in his cock. Both of your moans filled the room. The noises he made only adding to your pleasure. You loved knowing that it was you who made him feel this good.

You reached forward and undid the handcuffs. Kyle’s hands immediately went to fondle your breasts, making you whine as he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

You brought one hand to his head and tugged lightly on his hair, making his moans grow louder. You increased your speed as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Kyle said, finally ready to releases after countless times of denial.

“Just hold on a little longer baby, I want us to cum together.”

Kyle nodded, to blissed out to speak. You used your other hand to rub circles into your clit, the new wave of pleasure bringing you to the edge of your orgasm.

“Ok Kyle, cum for me.”

As soon as you said those words, you felt Kyle’s seed spill into you. The feeling making you reach your climax as well. A symphony of moans fells from your mouths, and you collapsed onto his chest, feeling a little spent.

Gently, you took him out of you, feeling the mixture of your cum and his spill onto your thighs. You brought yourself closer to Kyle and cuddled up next him.

“Aren’t you glad you took a break?” you asked with a smile on your face.

“Yeah, we have got to go that more often.”

[letarasstuff]

Can I stay with you?

(A/N): This is based on this, this and this post. I really hope you are ready for the feels, because they are there and they are heavy-

Summary: Following the events of Emily's death, how will Spencer and his daughter cope with it?

Warnings: Angst and lots of it, mentions of drug use, contemplations of drug use, mentions of needles, we also got some bittersweet fluff

Wordcount: 2.5k

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A hospital is not a place where a child should be, Spencer knows that much. But he picked (Y/N) up on his way for two reasons:

The first one being the simple occurence that the babysitter is not able to keep her any longer, because she has classes in the next morning. The second one is selfish and the father knows that, but he needs her presence, the comfort she brings to him.

“Daddy”, the child breaks the silence in the waiting room, “Is Auntie Emily going to be ok?” She sits in his lap reading a book before looking up at him. Her eyes hold something he wishes to never see again: Fear. The fear of losing someone she loves dearly.

“I hope, Baby. But let’s not forget one important fact: Your Auntie Emily is one of the strongest women I know.” Spencer gives her a kiss on the top of her head and cuddles her closer to him, seeing (Y/N)’s eyes dropping. The rest of the team watches the interaction with aching hearts.

The girl is asleep for half an hour when JJ enters the room. Everybody gets up crowding her. Spencer is careful to not disturb his daughter as he moves her head to his shoulder and hooks his arm under her legs.

“She never made it off the table.” These words echo in the genius’ mind, seemingly being the only things he can think about. “I-I never had the chance to say goodbye.” JJ hugs him, trying to give some sort of comfort. In this process (Y/N) wakes up. As soon as she spots her father’s tears, she knows not to ask a question. Instead she loops her arms around his neck.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna be alright, Daddy”, the toddler recalls the words he says to her whenever she is upset in hopes to cheer him up.

The next couple days are hard on the whole team. They try to grieve together, especially while the funeral takes place. (Y/N) notices that the color black is fitting, since her Auntie really liked to wear it. She likes that they do the same to pay their respects that way.

“Auntie Penny, is she watching?” The blonde woman carries her while the casket is walked down the aisle. Since her death, (Y/N) doesn’t dare to say Emily’s name. She thinks if she avoids it, she is going to inflict less pain when she is talked about.

“Of course. Emily is in heaven and watches this beautiful beautiful ceremony we hold for her. So wipe that frown off and put on that smile she loved so much. Alright?” Confusing to her, the adults want (Y/N) to smile all the time. But they are frowning and crying more often than not.

“Can she hear us? Because I want to say I love her. I forgot to say it the last time I saw her.” Trying to distract herself from seeing the casket lowering into the grave, the girl plays with Penlope’s hair. She in turn has to fight tears back. Only now she realizes the impact the whole thing has on her.

“I’m sure she does. What about when the majority is gone, we go to her grave and talk to Emily? Do we have a deal?” (Y/N) nods.

As soon as the ceremony is over, Spencer takes his daughter, cradling her close to him. As if she senses his sadness, the girl is petting his back in a comforting way. He squeezes her closer to him, leaving her not much room to breathe.

“Daddy, I wanna talk to her. I need to get down.” (Y/N) wiggles in his grasp after she whispers this into his ear. Reluctantly Spencer lets her down and she toddles over to the freshly made grave. A little plastic card sticks out of the grass in place of a headstone.

The adults try to give her as much space as possible, they have to let grieve on her own.

“Hey, Auntie Emily. I-I wanted to say I love you, and I forgot to tell you this the last time so I say it a second time. I love you. And I miss you. I think Daddy misses you too. He is sad since you are gone. I’m too. I think it’s because we miss you. But I hope you like Heaven. Maybe you see my Mommy. When you do, can you say I love her?

“I’ll try to see you soon, Auntie. Goodbye!” (Y/N) goes back to her father and makes grabby hands towards him. Gladly Spencer picks her up again, putting a kiss on her head. “Wanna go home, Daddy.” The child mumbles, exhausted by all the stress and emotions from the day.

The father is relieved to have an excuse to skip the meal with the team. He is scared that the evening at the little restaurant is clouded by sadness and angst. Spencer doesn’t need that right now, a nice sit in with his daughter sounds way better.

After saying their goodbyes the little family sits in the car on their way to the apartment. As soon as Spencer starts the car, (Y/N) is fast asleep. He looks at her through the rear view mirror, happy to see her at peace. It gives the father time to sort through his own thoughts. Since Emily’s death (Y/N) tries to be around him constantly, which he is thankful for, because she keeps the darkness away.

Her last hours play again and again before his eyes. The different ways he could have stopped all of this. Why didn’t he say more when she began biting her nails? When she said “Laura Reynolds is dead”? Maybe all of this is his fault?

His forearm begins to itch. Exactly where Tobias Hankel injected the needle same as he did several times. Maybe, maybe it would make everything better? Just this one tim-

“Daddy? When are we home?” The small voice cuts off his train of thought. Spencer needs a few seconds to clear his mind. Did he really think that? Taking dilaudid while the reason he fought his addiction literally sits right behind him? “Just a few minutes, Sweetheart. Do you want to go to bed after dinner?”

As if she knows that the father can’t be left alone in this state, (Y/N) answers: “No, I wanna watch a movie with you. Can we watch Alvin and the chipmunks? I love Simon so much!” This places a smile on his face, the excitement in her eyes scare his dark thoughts away. “Sure, Peanut. We can watch whatever you want.”

It's the fourth evening in a row that the girl sleeps in her father’s bed. She either falls asleep there or climbs next to him in the middle of the night, so he figures he lets her sleep there right away.

“Good night, Sweetheart”, he tells her as they lay down. Even though it’s quite early for Spencer to go to bed it’s (Y/N)’s time. “Good night, Daddy”, she tells him while snuggling closer, “I love you. Soooooo much.”

The young doctor decides to take the next few days off from work in order to work through the events. The first one he spends coloring in books with her the whole day. While she works on her own books gifted by various members of the BAU, Spencer has his own extra made for adults. He can’t deny the soothing effect it has on him. The repeating moves calms the storm of thoughts inside his head.

The next day the two of them sit the whole day on the small couch in the living room, (Y/N) on his lap, and read. Sometimes they read for themselves, others the father reads outloud from his own or (Y/N) from her own. It’s kind of therapeutic to hear his child doing something he enjoyed his whole life.

“Daddy, do you think she feels lonely in heaven? There is nobody she knows, she has to wait for us to follow her, doesn’t she?” Not prepared for such a deep question, Spencer is caught off guard.

He clears his throat before answering. “Uh, Auntie Emily isn’t that lonely up there, you know. You can’t remember him, but Uncle Gideon, a friend from work and someone I looked up to, is there. He surely greeted her with open arms, happy to see her. And your Mommy is also there, she certainly asked lots of questions about you.” “A-are you sure? I told her to say Mommy ‘I love you’ when she sees her.” (Y/N) looks up to her father with big eyes.

He is not sure if he is lying right now to her, but he sees that his daughter needs the reassurance. “Yes, I’m sure.” To lighten the mood he begins to tickle her, which ends in a tickle fight which in turn ends in tiring the girl out and falling asleep while watching a Disney movie.

The next day is by far the worst since it all happened. Both (Y/N) and Spencer haven’t slept much due to nightmares from both sides (him comforting her as she tears him from his own), which results in a grumpy toddler and a non stop coffee drinking adult.

“Sweetheart, you need to put that shirt on. Auntie JJ is expecting us in ten minutes. Please, stop fighting me”, he begs, but she continues to cry. As Spencer tries for a third time to put it on her (Y/N) throws herself to the other side of the bed.

“I don’t want that, Daddy!” She finally gets out through her sobs. Spencer halts in his movements. “Why? That’s your favorite, Baby.” While (Y/N) begins to cry louder, he leaves the clothing article on the bed and gathers her in his arm, rocking her back and forth additionally to whispering sweet reassurances in her ear.

“She gave it to me. I don’t wanna make it dirty or ruin it”, the toddler says between shaky breaths. For what feels like the trillionth time, the young agent’s heart breaks over this statement. He has a bigger vocabulary than the average English speaking person, but at this moment Spencer is at a loss of words.

“Sweetheart, I apologize for not acknowledging this right away. I’ll get another shirt out for you, ok? Thank you so much for telling and helping me.” Just a few minutes later the little family is on their way to the next metro stop. It’s then that Spencer realizes his day won’t be any easier.

“(Y/N) you can sit in the seat next to me like you always do. Why do you have to sit in my lap today?” Normally he isn’t someone who denies his child physical contact, but the seating chart has a logical purpose. Being on a train with a child means you have some kind of luggage with you, which leads to occupying a four seats compartment. In order to prevent somebody taking the seat next to him, Spencer places his daughter there. It’s a win win situation for everybody, really.

Unfortunately for him (Y/N) is extra clingy today and won’t stop crawling onto his lap. With a sigh he accepts his defeat and tries not to think about the amount of germs that fly around.

Another problem that torments the father: Over the last few days his cravings grew. Especially today the feeling, the need, for another shot and another high is undeniable for him. As if sensing this (Y/N) sticks by his side throughout the whole time, keeping his mind off of the drug that changes him.

While they are at the Jareau’s and Lamontagne’s household, his daughter refuses to play with Henry. “I wanna stay with you”, she murmurs into his shoulder. Again Spencer accepts his defeat and sits down on the couch next to his best friend.

“Sweetheart, you need to let me go. I have to go to the bathroom, you can’t come with me.” This is followed by a tsunami of tears. While JJ tries to console her, he slips out of the room discreetly.

Due to (Y/N)’s current grumpiness and Spencer’s fatigue they quickly call it a night, even though he could use some more comfort from his friends.

“Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep tight and dream nice. I love you”, he says after tucking his child in and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Night night, Daddy. I love you, too”, her small voice echoes back to him and makes him smile softly.

Spencer finds his way back to the living room and sits down with a book in his lap. As expected he doesn’t get much reading done, too distracted by his own thoughts. The events of the night of his colleague’s, his friend’s, death replay themselves over and over again.

What if he made his conclusions faster? He is supposed to be the smart one, the one the team relies on for making important connections. But he failed once so who knows what happens when he fails again? Next time it could be the whole team dying. He could die. He would leave (Y/N) alone with the team gone. His mother isn’t capable of caring for her and his father doesn’t even know she exists. She will go into foster care, into a home with too many kids. She will be looked over, too small to be seen. Her potential will go to waste and she will never achieve anything she is capable of. And all that because he hasn’t made a conclusion fast enough.

Spencer’s scars on his forearm itch worse than ever. One shot. Only one shot to make the thoughts go away. To make the guilt go away, the bad feelings. He needs it. He needs to cure himself from the symptoms of being a human.

Before the young doctor even registers what he is doing he already put his jacket on and looks for his wallet when a voice startles him.

“Daddy, i can't sleep. Can I stay with you again?” (Y/N) stands in the doorway, clutching her stuffed animal and her blanket, shielding her eyes from the light, oblivious to what her father was about to do.

“Oh Darling, of course. Do you want me to read to you? Or we drink hot chocolate and watch a movie?” He suggests, ready to distract himself from anything that’s going on in his mind. A few minutes later his daughter cuddles into his side while watching once again Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Spencer is just happy to have his light in his life all the time and is ready to tackle any task to keep her there, may it be once again the weekly visits for anonymous narcotics or time off from work to process the events together in therapy.

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#20 with Rex? 🥰

You and Me

Rex x Reader: "I've had a bad day, and all I want is a drink and you.."

Warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst? Rex doubting himself.

You and Rex had a.. Complicated relationship. To say the least. It all started when you were assigned to take over the 501st legion as the replacement general while both Ahsoka and General Skywalker healed from a mission gone wrong.

You and Rex had known one another. You weren’t new around the Legion at all, being a friend of both General Tano and Skywalkers. But with you as their new General. It was different.

The Captain was more formal, never once called you by your first name, or used one of the few nicknames on you he had given you. Most in Mandoa, so you didn’t know what you were saying. You just assumed it was something friendly and sweet.

He would help you, and you would help him. Especially on late nights with paper work. You both knew how horrible it was, so you would do the best to aid one another if assistance was needed.

Neither of you were really sure how or when it started. The feelings had been there, between you both. Then one thing led to another, and nights after paper work led to cuddling in your quarters. Mixed with small kisses, and even a little more some nights. Though Rex never let it go too far. Especially since neither of you had a label on what you both were.

Tonight was one of those nights you were heading to find Rex. To help him with his paper work for the night. Though you had other reasons. Fives had invited you to 79s and told you to ask Rex to tag along. You weren’t exactly opposed to the idea, but you didn’t make any promises.

You gently knocked on the door to the office you knew he would be sitting in. Head in hand as he read over papers and wrote things down.

“Come in,” he shouted, so you did. Opening the door, sliding in. Then shutting it gently behind you. “You need any help?” You asked as you pressed your back against the wall. Watching as Rex leant back from the position you knew he was in. He hummed and shook his head. “Nope, I just finished.” You smiled softly at that.

He held his arms out, and you walked over. Moving to sit on his desk, and pull him closer for a hug. Letting his head lean against your chest. “Fives invited me to 79s,” he hummed a bit, though didn’t seem too enthused. “Told me to invite you along.” You spoke, running your fingers through his blonde hair as he seemed to melt further into your touch.

“Cyar’ika..” he murmured, glancing down to meet his eyes as his chin rested on your chest now. Looking up to your face. “I’ve had a bad day... And all I want is a drink and you..” he spoke softly. Voice a bit raspy. You smiling and leaning to press a kiss to his forehead. “Well, I could arrange that.”

He stood up at those words, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he helped you guide yourself off the desk by your hips. “Let’s head back to my quarters. We can have a drink, and then I can do that thing you like.” You spoke with a grin , wink, and a giggle as his eyes brightened. Smile spreading across his lips.

He took your hand in his and led you out the door. Barely giving you time to shut the lights off and the door behind you. He was lucky no one was roaming the halls. The Captain holding a generals hand would most definitely cause suspicion and questions would be asked. You weren’t ready to answer any either,

You unlocked your door, and pulled him inside. Shutting it behind the two of you as you stood in front of him. Smiling softly as you placed your hands on his chest, his hands resting gently on your sides, even moving up and down a bit. “Why don’t you take off your armor, and I’ll go poor us some drinks, okay?” You asked. Leaning up to press a delicate kiss to his lips. Rex following the motion, trying to deepen it, but you pulled back.

He grumbled a bit at that. “Is that an order?” He asked with a lopsided smile. “It is now.” You responded. Kissing his chin, then heading for the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of liquor, then two glasses. Pouring you each a drink.

By the time you returned to where your bed was Rexs armor was all placed in a neat pile near the door. The man left in nothing, but his blacks. Which honestly gave you too much to look at at some times.

“Your turn,” he spoke with a grin. Taking your glasses and setting them on the end table by the bed. Seating himself and getting cozy. While you removed your robes and the little armor you wore. Leaving you in your last lawyer of clothes, besides your undergarments.

You climbed over next to him. Drink now in hand. Taking a small swig as he did the same. Both hissing a bit at the burn. “Did you wanna talk about today?” He normally declined, but you always asked. “I’m just stressed, between the generals still in poor condition, how many men I have lost-“ “we’ve.. lost, Rex. It’s as much my fault as yours. Well, no, it’s more mine than yours.” You frowned, putting the drink down.

Then climbing into his lap. Cupping both sides of his face to be sure he looked at you. “Rex don’t blame yourself. Death happens. Failure happens.” You spoke. Kissing his forehead, and he leant into your kiss. “Don’t ever blame yourself for it, it could have been easily another Captain, or general, or commander. Or even a citizen making the same mistake. Okay?” You spoke, thumbs stroking his face as you pressed your forehead to his.

He nodded, leaning in to give you another kiss. “Okay,” he murmured against your lips. Thought you could tell he only half meant it.

When he pulled back he was playing with the hem of your shirt. His drink now next to yours, you hadn’t even noticed him reach over to set it down. “Can you do that thing.. I like..Now?” He nearly whispered. Face tinting red. As if he would say it any louder someone would hear and make fun of him.

You smiled and nodded, kissing his temple, then rolling off to lie beside him. “C’mere,” you muttered. Rex wasting no time. Crawling over and lying on top of you. Head resting on your chest. Arms wrapping around your waist, legs entangled with yours.

You moved one hand under his shirt to rub at the knots in his back. Making him groan and press himself further against you. Your other hand running through his short hair. Rubbing at his scalp. Each movement of your hand his head pressed further into your hand. Thankful his eyes were closed since you were biting the tip of your tongue to hold back a giggle. Smiling like an idiot. He was so cute.

“I love you..” he murmured, which made the both of you freeze.

He tensed up, looking up to meet your gaze. Eyes equally wide with shock. “I’m-“ “I love you, too.” You interrupted him, and you both relaxed, you hadn’t realized it until he said it. But yes, you did. You loved him, and you were sure you would be kicked from the Jedi, but honestly. You didn’t care at this point. “So don’t apologize.” You reassured. Smiling, leaning down to kiss his head, Rex resting his head back on your chest,

The two of you continued these nights, but after tonight. You both felt safer. You felt more loved than before. More wanted.

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The day he understood what Death means - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The youngest Wayne makes a shocking discovery...And will need his parents, siblings, and the one and only Alfred, to recover from it. /Drabble.

I don’t know. I was thinking about this. How when you’re a kid, realizing that one day you’ll die, but worst, that the people you love will die, is sort of traumatic...And wanted to write about it. So. Here we are, with little Thomas eh. I hope you will like it :) :

My masterlists blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives​

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If you have no idea who Thomas is, he appears in those stories (long story short he’s the youngest kiddo, biological of Batmom and Bruce) : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, Wild Child 2, “We want them back”, How do you make babies ?“ and Mom got lost again”

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Realizing your loved ones are not immortal for the first time can be traumatic. 

Especially if they’re amazing, if they’re your heroes, if you admire them beyond all measure, if they love you unconditionally just like you love them so damn much, and if you can’t even imagine your life without seeing them every day.

If you can’t even fathom the fact that maybe, one day, they won’t be there when you wake up and go look for them. And that they will never be there again. 

And so it was particularly quite the shocking discovery for little Thomas Clark Wayne, 5 and a half years old, to find out about that certain thing called...”Death”. 

It happened on a moody, rainy Summer day. The weather outside was awful, even for Gotham City. And it meant that Thomas was calmly playing inside, rather than getting up to some shenanigans in the garden. 

His parents were home, it was one of those rare day they both had off. 

Which always filled little Tommy with joy. It wasn’t often he could get them both with him !! In the end, the fact it was rainy outside was good. It meant they’d probably all snuggle up later in the day, and watch a film, a mug of hot cocoa in their hands. 

You would probably throw a blanket over him, and keep him close, sandwiched between you and his dad. His father would fall asleep half-way through the film, which would annoy you and Damian. 

Damian would join for sure. Sitting next to you. Yes. He would. Maybe Tim too, if he wasn’t too busy with college ? Oh he would surely make the time to come. And Cass ? Yes. Yes Cass would be there, sitting in her usual spot, on the floor right in front of you (or maybe Tommy). Because she knew you’d gently run your hand through her hair, and your youngest son slowly took the habit to do the same. Which was so soothing to Cass...Duke would certainly be there, he never said no to a good movie. 

Maybe, because it was a rainy day, Dick and Jason would come too ? Unlikely, but Thomas could hope. He loved having his entire family in one spot. 

They’d ask him to do his “puppy eyes” and convince Alfred to join them too, and not work. 

Alfred had an armchair reserved just for him. Right next to the couch where Bruce would sit, leaving enough space for Ace to lay down (Damian’s dog, Titus, always preferred to be near his master, who would more often than not be sitting next to you, laying his head on your shoulder, even as he was not a child anymore...Yes, Titus sat next to Cass, at Damian’s feet, letting his head fall down in Cass’ laps). 

Ace...Ace didn’t feel well yesterday, and this morning, the “dog doctor” came. 

Thomas heard him say they needed to give him a...an “indection” or something ? (An injection, really) So he’d probably get better. Shots were supposed to get you better or to avoid you getting sick, that’s what you told him. 

His dad looked upset, but it didn’t alarm Thomas much. Because his dad was always upset when him or his siblings would get a shot, he hated going, so it was probably the same thing. 

Come to think of it, Thomas hadn’t seen Ace since the “vekerinarianan” (or whatever it was pronounced) came earlier in the day. 

He suddenly wanted some “doggle” (dog cuddles), and so he put down the toys he was playing with, and went to look for him. 

Maybe, he could also round up the rest of his family so they’d start movie time earlier ? 

Hyped to have some family time, as he considered his dogs family for sure, he went on the hunt to find Ace, and gather everyone else. 

If only. If only he had known...

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“Aaaace !! Aaace ? Ace boy, where are you ?” 

This was odd. Usually, Ace would come running if he heard the little one’s voice. That dog loved children, and he made it his mission to protect all of them (bonus point if he had some snuggle, and a few treats, while doing it). 

Bruce told him long ago to protect his kids...So Ace was always there. 

Maybe he wanted to play hide and seek ? Thomas would play that game with Titus and Damian, Ace never seemed very interested, but maybe he changed his mind ? 

“Ace ? Aaaacceeee ?” 

The boy roamed the manor, but every room Ace would usually hang in were empty. 

Finally, he decided he’d ask his parents, who would usually hang out in...oh, they weren’t in their usual spot either. In their bedroom, maybe ? 

Thomas ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, sure that he would find Ace, and his parents, asleep in the master’s bedroom. When they had their day off, his mama and daddy would often take long naps together.  

Thomas immediately knew something was wrong when the door to the room was wide open. Slowly, he approached the place and...surely his parents were there. 

But something was off. 

His dad was laying in the bed, back to the door, his head laid in your lap. One of your hand was caressing his head soothingly, while the other was drawing calming circles on his back. 

Definitely something was not normal. You’d do that to your kids when they were sad, or sick...Was daddy sick ?! This gave Thomas a little fright. 

You whisper something into Bruce’s ears, and he doesn’t answer, just shaking his head to say “yes”. And so you stand up, after giving him a kiss on the cheek, and...You spot your youngest son. 

You smiled at him reassuringly, and go to him. 

“Hey little buddy. You should give a big hug to Daddy, he’s very sad today.” 

You say, walking past him and ruffling his hair. 

From the direction you were taking, you were going to the kitchen, and Thomas just instantly assumed you were going to brew some tea for his dad. When Bruce was sad, you’d always brew some tea for him, from his mother’s garden (which was kept up nice and clean by you and Alfred, now). 

Worried about his dad, Thomas slowly walked to him and climbed on the big bed. Bruce turned around to see what this new weight was, as he knew you had just left and...He smiled. 

Of this wide pure genuine smile he gave his family only. 

But there was a hint of sadness behind his eyes, and Thomas didn’t like that one bit. So the little boy crawled to his dad, and nestled next to him, wrapping his little arms around his dad’s neck and holding tightly. 

Bruce engulfed his son in his own arms, holding onto the little one, burrying his face in his hair. There was always something comforting, in the smell his kiddo had. It was a mix of your smell, which was always soothing to him, but also something more...Something soft and sweet. 

Just like his son. 

Little Thomas was the epitome of a sweet child. It was a miracle, a man like him made a child this cute and happy. Ah, but he wasn’t raising him alone of course. There was you, and his siblings, and Alfred... 

After a pause of the little boy holding his dad, he whispered slowly : 

“Daddy, why are you sad Daddy ? Please don’t be sad, it makes me sad too.”

Thomas unwrapped his arms from around his dad’s neck, and squished his little hands on Bruce’s cheeks. Which made Bruce sigh fondly, chuckling a little as he said, honestly (he shouldn’t hide this sort of things) : 

“Because Ace is gone.”  

There’s another silence, during which Thomas tries to understand why is the fact Ace went somewhere so sad. He cannot figure it out, so he asks : 

“But, he’ll come back daddy. Like always. Yes ? Ace is a good boy.” 

“Was.”

Bruce is clumsy in his grief. He always been. He’s not sure how to broach the subject to his son, how to explain to him their dog was just too old and sick to make it...He doesn’t know how to explain death to him. 

“Was ?” 

“Ace is gone for good.” 

“What do you mean Daddy ? Where did he go ? Why couldn’t we see him again ? Did he move out, like Dick ?” 

Oh. Oh the sweet innocence of a child that is maybe a little too sheltered by his family (he’s the youngest, the one they’re trying to keep away from the horror they see every day as much as they can...Although he’s still trained, all of them hope he will never become a Robin, or worst, a Batman). 

“Did he move out, like Dick ?” 

Sweet, sweet Thomas. Not able to even fathom that Ace is never coming back...and why would he ? How could he know what his father meant ? 

“No, no he didn't move out. He left us, to a place we can’t follow him to.” 

Another short pause. And you could see the gears in little Thomas’ head turning. After a little bit, he asks :

“...The toilets ?”

This makes his father chuckle, even in this sad times. But he continues : 

“No. Not the toilets. He...He went really far away, where we can’t ever see him again.” 

This idea is so foreign to your son, that he raises himself on one of his elbow and exclaims : 

“Why would he do that ? Does he not love us anymore ?” 

Obviously, the thought is distressing to the little bird. So Bruce says : 

“No no no, of course he still loves us...loved, us. But he had to go.”

“But why ?” 

“Because he was getting very old, and sick.”

“But we don't mind daddy, right ? We don’t mind ? He doesn't have to go away for that, I don’t care if he doesn’t play like he used to, I want him to stay ! Tell him daddy, call him on the phone to tell him to come back.” 

Bruce is lost. How ? How can he explains what death means ? He thought about this moment coming many times, but never told him anything as he thought that he had time to know what it meant. He had time...

How do you tell a child that one of his favorite “person” in the world is dead ?

“Unfortunately buddy, we have some sad news.”

His savior. You, as usual. With two cups of tea, and a cup of hot cocoa on a tray. As you went downstairs to get some “pick me up” for Bruce, you knew your son was gonna need it too. 

“What news mama ?” 

“Ace. He died today.” 

You actually thought about it as you were preparing everything for them. How to talk about this ? You decided to go with “honesty”. Not brutal honesty though. You weren’t about to traumatize your son. 

But you thought it was important he knew what happened to Ace. As a child, you hated how your brothers tried to make you think your ferret ran away to Las Vegas or something of the like. 

You understood this sentiment, of course. But you also remembered how betrayed you felt when you finally understood “death” and realized your beloved Mister Will Ferret was NOT in Sin City having fun, but just died...

The truth was important. 

Especially about such subjects. 

Children weren’t dumb. And they had every right to know certain truth.

Did you wish your son could stay innocent for longer ? Of course. But he still had a right to know what happened to his dog. To be treated like a person and be explained things. 

People, too often, treats children as some kind of idiots who wouldn’t comprehend complex things anyway, and who have to be protected at all cost from anything...

Kids were clever. You had a bunch of them to prove it so. But above that, although you agreed kids had to be protected...You weren't one of those person who thought you should lie to your children in order to do so. 

 Because one day, he’ll know what death is. He’ll know what happened to Ace. And what if the fact you lied that day, settles a slight distrust in him towards anything you’ll ever tell him ? Just like it did with you and your brothers ? 

No. You thought at first it was a good idea to delay such a conversation. But why ? Because it would make you more comfortable ? That didn’t sound very fair in regard of your boy.

Everyone always talked about “the birds and the bees” talk, but never about something that was even more inescapable than that...

Death. 

You give him a few seconds to take in your words. “Ace died today.” You wait for his reaction. He seems to think about it, having vaguely heard of “death” before...finally he asks : 

“What does it mean ?” 

He’s sitting up in the bed now. Bruce did the same, encircling his arms around his boy protectively (old habits die hard). But he’s determined to explain things to him too. You and Bruce were always rather in sync, about how you should raise your children. 

“It means he will no longer be with us. He passed away to something else.” 

“To what ?” 

“No one really knows.” 

“Will we see him again ?” 

“No.” 

“Why ?”

“Because he’s dead.” 

“And being dead means you can’t see anyone anymore ?”

“Being dead means you are not living on this Earth anymore, so yes, you cannot see them anymore.” 

“It means we can’t see him ? And what do you mean not on Earth ? Is he in Space ? Can we see him if we go to the watchtower ?” 

“I mean in our life, we will not see Ace again. He won’t be with us ever again. He’s not in space, he’s just gone.” 

“Because he’s dead ?” 

“Because he’s dead.” 

“So, being dead means we don’t get to see someone ever again ?” 

“Yes.” 

“Ever ever ?” 

You decide to leave any conversations about a possible after-life aside, as it’s clear this, he’s not quite old enough to comprehend. So you keep on talking about the truth, with the support of Bruce. 

“Yes. Ever ever.” 

It takes Thomas a few minutes to take in all those new informations. Bruce is sitting on the bed, legs crossed, behind the boy. And your son is clearly lost in deep thoughts...Up until finally, finally tears are starting to well up in his eyes. 

“But I didn’t even say goodbye !”

“Unfortunately, we don’t always get to say goodbye...” 

“But mama, how will he know I loved him so much if I didn’t even say goodbye before he left ? How could you let him go before I did ?”

“I’m sorry, if I could chose I would’ve-...He knew you loved him and-”

“Are you going to die too ?!”

The dreaded question. Dreadest of them all, really. But you can’t lie to him. Not now that you started to explain things. 

“Yes. Everyone dies one day.” 

“But but but...but I don’t want you to die ! And Daddy ?” 

Bruce nods, and...and that’s when it finally happens. 

The awful moments your sweet innocent boy realizes what death sort-of means. That one day, none of his parents will be in his life anymore. Than one day, he’ll lose his siblings, and Alfred. 

Just like he lost Ace. Because he was “old and sick”. But...Thomas knew a lot of sick people ! And a lot of old people ! Were they going to die too, without him being able to say goodbye ?!

And so the tears started to fall. And oh, oh did they fall. 

Bruce held his son against his heart, drawing soothing circles on his back, just like you usually do. And you came to sit next to them, encircling them in your arms as well. 

Thomas was trying to talk, but nothing came out very clearly as he cried, cried, cried and cried some more. 

When he finally calmed down, he was slowly falling asleep, crying drained him of all his energy. That night, there was no “movie time”, but comforting snuggles with his parents... 

Thomas had finally discover what “Death” meant.

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“Oh my God Thomas !”

Bruce’s heart drops.

The entire scene goes in slow motion, and the fearless Batman can see his entire life flash in front of his eyes, as his tiny son is running towards him, while a few thugs were about to shoot automatic weapons at him...

“There’s a kid ! There’s a kid !”

“Who cares, we have the bat right at our mercy, just shoot !”

“I can’t shoot a kid...”

“Should we shoot ?”

The few seconds of surprise after Thomas bursted in allow Damian to swoop down, and to get rid of everyone. Slowly, a serious face on, your son walks to his dad and, solemnly, he says :

“This was too close, father. And...Thomas...”

“I know Damian, I know.”

Your little boy was inconsolable, clinging to his dad.

They didn’t even have to ask him how he got there. It was obvious he somehow snuck into the Batmobile (which wasn’t that much of a surprise, although it was already quite a feat...Thomas was small, but also very stealthy, as he was taught to be).

He was only five, and it wasn’t really clear to him yet his dad was that “Batman” everyone talked about, that his siblings were also vigilantes...But he knew that when they went out at night, they were often in danger.

And that night. That night right after the one Thomas learned what Death was...He snuck in the car, so he would make sure “she” would not take her dad away ! Or her brothers and sister !

Only Damian and Bruce were in the car, on patrol together. The rest of the kids were scattered across the city, and you were taking care of the bat computer (nowadays you were the one doing so to give some relief to Alfred).

Thomas took the habit to fall asleep in the cave, in a bed there just for him...and he must’ve snuck into the car. 

It was nobody’s fault. It was very unlike the boy, to do such a thing.

He got into the car. When Damian and his father got out of it to apprehend a few of Two-Face’s thug, he stayed behind, looking at what they did...but when he saw those men about to shoot his dad (a proper ambush), he jumped out, punching every buttons (which was quite dangerous itself) to find which one opened the door, and then he ran to his dad...

The surprised probably saved Bruce. But it also almost killed him with a heart attack. 

What if those men didn’t hesitate long enough for Damian to take care of them ? What if they shot anyway, ignoring the surprising appearance of a small child ? What if they had recognize who that kid was, too ? (Unlikely, this was a time where Thomas was still quite sheltered from media, as you tried to give him a childhood as normal as you all possibly could). 

What if they shot anyway...

Bruce doesn’t think he would’ve survived the death of his youngest son. He was sure, actually, that he would’ve killed those men. 

That is, if Damian didn’t do it first. 

But it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen, but it was so close. So close. 

Later, when everything calmed down, Thomas would explain he jumped in the car to “keep death away”, to protect his daddy and brother. To make sure Death wouldn’t take them. 

And that's when you all understood Ace’s death, and the discovery that everyone dies one day, one way or another, truly was “traumatic” for your baby. 

From that point on, you made sure that Thomas would be in the cave...but this event. This event really unfolded a problem you knew you’d have to tackle truly one day. 

You just had no idea yet how to help your son. 

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

Damian had told Jason the debacle that was yesterday. About his parents explaining to their little brother what it meant to be dead. And about how it lead to Thomas sneaking into the Batmobile and running in front of danger to “protect” his dad. 

Because of where he grew up, Damian always knew what death meant. And he never cared much (or convinced himself he never cared much). He understood from a very young age what all this shenanigans was...

Jason did too. He found his mother, dead, when he was three years old. He grew up surrounded by death, in the gutter of Gotham. He knew. He did. 

But Thomas. 

Thomas was a “normal” 5 years old boy, as normal you can be in such a family. He trained a little, and sort of knew about his dad being “Batman” (but it seemed he didn’t understand he was ACTUALLY the Batman people talked about in the city). 

He spend most of his nights in a little area made just for him, with a bed and such, in the batcave (he hated sleeping upstairs alone, so he would sleep in the batcave and you’d pick him up to bring him in  his bed once you’d go to bed, and/or once the rest of your family would get home). 

So for a little one like Thomas, who was pure and sweet and nice...It was a shock, to know one day he’d lose the people he loved. 

He was inconsolable, at Ace’s funerals (thrown at the back of the Manor).  

He couldn’t get over the fact he didn’t get to say goodbye, and that he would never play with his dog anymore. 

It made it worst, that Ace’s death made everyone else sad. That dog truly was a member of the family... 

“I know you're feeling very sad. I'm sad, too. We all loved Ace so much, and he oved us, too.”

You told him a few times, tryin to put words on his emotions and helping him understand...God, to Damian, you truly were the most amazing mother. Always knew what to say, how to say it, when to say it.  

But Thomas was still blue, and it was so unlike his usual bubbly personality. 

And so, both Damian and Jason made it their mission to distract their little brother, and...it worked. For the most part. It really worked. 

Amongst all his siblings, Damian and Jason were the ones that loved having a little brother the most. Not that the others didn’t, of course ! They just were a little less willing to play for hours on end with a little kid. 

They were rather busy. Jason and Damian always found ways...They were an unlikely pairs at first glance. Most people would think Damian was the closest to Dick, and Jason too. But no. They were equally as close to all their siblings, in different ways. 

But Damian and Jason, they had an extra connection. Jason was there, when Damian was a baby. He didn’t remember his own name, and was used by the Al’Ghuls after they resurrected him...But he was still one of the only person in Damian’s life that truly valued him. 

Fate, right ? A funny thing. After all, how small did the world have to be for two of Bruce’s sons to meet in such a way ? A hidden son, and one he thought dead, at that ?! 

In any case. They were closer than most would think. And they also were linked not only by the Al’Ghuls, but by how they were both ripped off of an actual childhood, and therefor wanted to make sure their little brother had one too (Cass was the same, but more subtle, and discreet). 

And so...

They played, made art pieces, jigsaw puzzles, watched his favorite movies, cooked...Anything to take his mind off of “Death”. 

That little boy would overthink too much, for such a young age. 

But overall, Damian and Jason did a good job distracting him from the pain. 

They did an amazing job. 

You were so proud of how they took care of their baby brother (and it would give yourself more time to go cheer up the “Oldest Wayne”, your dear husband, who definitely had a hard time getting over his dog’s death...). 

Only, there was one problem...And that problem was that neither Damian nor Jason, just like everyone else, were immortal. 

And this, this, Thomas would realize very soon. 

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

“More compresses, Master Tim !” 

“On it Al !” 

The loud noises woke Thomas up. You knew. You knew you should’ve gone up to bed earlier. Tuck him in, and wait for your family to come back. 

Ah. But when they all arrived in the cave, ALL of them, including Dick who did not live at the manor anymore...You knew there was a problem. 

And indeed. Jason had been badly hurt. Not something that couldn’t be fixed, but ah, once again, too damn close. 

Everyone was on the tail of a high profile serial killer, the newcomer called “Dr Pyg”, and...Collateral damage. It happened, in this line of work. 

It wasn’t easy. Especially when it was one of your baby. But you had to keep a leveled head, as you helped Alfred fix your boy. 

You had taken medical trainings early in in your relationship with Bruce. For obvious reasons. And there was rarely a day it didn’t come in handy. 

In any case, all the noises around woke Thomas up. 

Before. Before he knew what death truly meant, he would’ve been worried. He would've cried. He would’ve been distressed. Of course. 

And one of his siblings would’ve taken care of him, reassure him, soothe and console him, and little Thomas would be ok again. 

Before he knew what death truly meant. 

He was so small anyway, most of the time he’d forget things, or just not understand them...but he was five now. Close to the age of reason. And definitely aware of his surroundings enough now to pay attention, and remember things. 

And he knew what death truly meant. 

He clung to Jason for dear life, even as everyone reassured him he was actually ok. Jason himself was conscious, he had been badly hurt but nothing he hadn’t seen before. 

He needed some rest for sure, but it was fine, really. 

It wasn’t fine for Thomas. He yelled, threw the biggest tantrum he ever threw, yelled some more that they should stop. That he didn’t want them to die. That whatever they were doing...He begged them to stop. 

Never before in your life, had any of you witness Thomas being in such a state. He was inconsolable. You couldn’t calm him down, no matter what...

And once more, it’s only because of exhaustion that he finally relaxed. But yet, still in his sleep, he clung to Jason’s sleeve, as if afraid his brother would be gone when he’d wake up. 

It tore yours and Bruce’s heart apart, to see your baby like this. But to be honest...neither of you knew what to do...

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

“Where’s Damian mama ? Where is he ?” 

Thomas was truly panicked. 

The first day, he thought maybe his brother was busy with school and such. The second day, he started to worry. But now ? Three days in a row with Damian not at the dinner table ? Or in his room ? Or in the batcave ?! 

It made Thomas anxious. What happened to his brother ? Was he...was he...DID DEATH TAKE HIM AWAY ? 

“Where’s Dami mama ? Where is he ?!”  Thomas kept asking, crying. And it took you moment to finally realize what your son must’ve thought. When you did, you picked him up and calmed him down, explaining Damian was simply over at Jon’s for a few days... 

And from that day on, you’d make sure to tell him why anyone would be gone for any amount of time. 

That night, Bruce and you talked about what you could do to help Thomas get over his consuming fear of losing one of you. 

But nothing really came to your minds. 

And it was awful, to feel like a failure like that. 

Later on, your Damian would tell you you were NOT failing at parents because you were a little lost about this. After all, none of your other kids got into quite a crisis like this one. He said maybe considering a therapist could do ? But oh, oh Thomas was so little. 

And if words were out that Thomas Wayne, barely five years old, was seeing a therapist ? The scandals would be unending, and would it really help your son ? 

Damian joined in in the search for a way to soothe his baby brother. He never said “no” to cuddles from him, but lately...Lately, Thomas almost became overbearing, as he made sure he’d always sort of have his eyes on everyone. 

And it wasn’t healthy, for such a little boy to worry so much. 

Damian missed his carefree baby brother. He knew he had to eventually grow up, of course, and that he’d have some hardships but...he was just five and a half ! He wasn’t suppose to be so scared of death ! 

And so he thought, nights and days, of a way to soothe him. But just like you and Bruce, this matter was quite delicate...

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

It seemed like Cass was the only one able to truly console him, and make him relax. She would sing him songs, just like you did to her when she felt sad. 

She would tell him tales of Death as a good thing, inspiring herself from many legends from around the world. 

She would try to put perspective on everything, in a way you truly admired. 

She never spoke too much, your Cass...But when she did, every words were carefully chosen and crafted into truly beautiful things. 

And it would soothe your boy. 

But only as long as he was with Cass. And he couldn’t always be with her. 

You didn’t have her talent to tell those tales, and your singing was working only for a few moments to put him to sleep but...you couldn’t always have him sleep. You had to think of more viable options. 

Nonetheless, when Thomas was really too anxious, Cass would be there. 

Relieving everyone of their worry, as she could calm her baby brother in matter of seconds. In those  moments, you wished time could stop. You truly did...

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

Thomas would cling to you and his dad the most. His siblings were often out and about, but you two ? Well you took some time off to be with your youngest son, to be there for him in this odd times...

And you weren’t sure it was such a good idea, in the end. 

He would often just snuggle up to you or Bruce, listening to your heartbeats, which would calm him...You’d normally never say no to hugs from your children. But this was all starting to become so unhealthy for the little one. 

What could you do ? What could you do ?!

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

Duke was panicking. 

Thomas was doing fine today, and Duke felt like he royally fucked up. 

Thomas was worried about Duke, telling him to be careful and that his heart would break if Duke ever died...Which melted Duke’s heart. 

It made him feel so loved and accepted. And he wanted to help little Thomas so much...

That’s when he made a rookie mistake. 

After all, he was still quite new at this “big brother” thing. 

“There are things worst than death.” 

Is what he told him. What was he thinking ? Reflecting on things, Duke realized he didn't think it through. To him, it was a soothing way to say death wasn’t that bad. But...Ah, ah it made Thomas cry. 

“What ? What is worst than not seeing you guys ever again ?!”  

At that moment, Duke hadn’t realized quite yet how much he fucked up. So he said : “Well, my parents can't remember me, can’t remember who they are...They’re not dead, but they’re not here anymore. They’re physically here, but they don’t know me, they don’t know how to hug me, they can’t be my parents anymore...Yet they’re still alive.” 

The horrified look on Thomas’ face is what gave him a hint that this really wasn’t a good thing to say...

“No no no wait Thomas, don’t cry please, I was trying to tell you...Wait Thomas, please, no. Oooh buddy, buddy I’m so sorry.” 

It almost made Duke cry too, to witness the one he considered his little brother in such distress. He wasn’t trained for this ! He wasn’t trained for this !!!

This was the first time Duke truly felt like an older brother, truly felt like he understood this important role. He had to think before saying something. He had to protect his baby brother. He had to find ways to soothe him...

“Ok here we are, here we are everything is a-okay, you’re ok, things will be ok...” 

Duke picked Thomas up, and started to rock him back and forth slowly, just like his own mom did to him...He mixed the way his mom used to put him to sleep, with your soothing singing. With words he borrowed from you. 

“I’m here, I’m here. Don’t worry I’m here, I won’t go anywhere. Things will be ok baby boy, things will be ok. You’re gonna be ok. I’m not going anywhere. I didn’t mean any of it...” 

Duke had been living with you for a while now. He came to see all of you as his second family, even as his parents were still alive, and a constant chain holding him back at times...a chain that broke right at this moment. 

Thomas was his little brother. He truly was. 

And Duke was determined to be there for him. Especially after he made him cry. 

“It’s ok Tommy, cry all you want. It’s ok to cry. It’s ok to cry.” 

You always told him that. It was ok to cry. To be angry. To want to break everything. To want his mom...

But you were his mom too now. You were. And you had such a way with words. Such a soothing touch. Even as he was grown up now, you always knew what to say. You always did. 

“You’re ok, right ? Yeaaaah you’re ok. See, things are fine, we chill, we chill.” 

Duke was slowly swaying from left to right, Thomas in his arm, slowly lulling him to sleep, calming him down. His voice seemed to have the same effect than yours...Because he was calm. And because he meant it.

The love. 

The love he had for this little boy. 

It poured out of him, easily, naturally. 

He loved that kid so much. And he wanted him to be ok. And it seemed like Thomas ? Thomas felt it. He felt the love. Just like Duke felt the love of all of you...

That little bean put himself in such a state at the mere thought of Duke dying, of one of his brother leaving...And Duke. Duke realized he felt the same. 

Couldn’t imagine any of them dying. 

And so he poured love in his every word, and swayed from side to side, calming Thomas, and making sure he knew...He knew that, he was right there. 

Right there. 

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

“You’re getting old, Alfred.” 

You said jokingly, as you beat him at chess. And oh. Oh what a mistake you just did. 

“Old ? I don’t want you to die Alfred, I don’t !” 

Thomas was playing next to you. You hadn’t thought about his “trauma” for a little while as he seemed to feel a little better lately...But oh, he plunged right back into it there. 

Because of you. You felt absolutely awful...

“I’ll fight Death for you Alfred ! I will ! I won’t let her take you !!” 

It took a while, as it became usual now, to calm him down. He was ready to throw hands with Death. Fierce that no one would take his “grandpa”. But he was still very scared and sad...

“I’m a terrible mother...”

You told Bruce that night. And he held you against him, consoling you, saying it wasn’t your fault and that it was just friendly banter with Alfred as usual...

“You are the literal opposite of a terrible mother, my love.”

“But Broosh, I made him- I-” 

You sniff, unable to control your sobs as you remember your poor little boy holding Alfred and yelling at Death she can’t take him. The poor butler himself didn’t even know how he could do anything to calm him down...

“We’ll find a solution my love, we’ll find a solution...” 

This entire night, Bruce stayed up although he was exhausted, so he could soothe you and take care of you. Skipping patrol (knowing though the city was safe with his children out). 

At some point during the night, Thomas came to your room. 

It was often, lately, that after a nightmare he’d come running to you. His nightmares would often be about losing you...

You had finally fallen asleep, in your husband’s arms, and Bruce gestured to your boy to not make too much noice. 

Sweet little Thomas acquiesced, and slowly came to the bed, taking the hand his father gave him. 

Bruce was about to fall asleep too, knowing you had finally found sleep...But now, he wasn’t going to. Not until he made sure his son was asleep as well. 

All he could do for now, was being there for you two. Try to soothe you as best her could. As best he could...

Sleep was restless and full of nightmares. 

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

Dick would try to often visit his parents and siblings. As much as he could, which wasn’t always easy, with his work in Bludhäven. But nothing is more sacred than family...He realized that over the years.

During those moments, it would be rather normal for Thomas to go settle in his oldest brother’s laps. He would make the most of seeing him.

So today, as Dick was in the kitchen trying to make himself a cup of coffee, it was no surprise when little Tommy came to see him.

You had bought a new espresso machine, and Dick had no idea how it worked...Slowly, his littlest brother came in, dragged a chair next to him, and used it to climb on the counter.

He then started to make Dick’s cup of coffee, without much of a word being exchanged. Dick smiled widely, his little bro was so cute and clever. In no time, he had make a great cup of coffee for him.

But...Something seemed to bother him. Tommy was an exuberant child when around his family, but he had been quiet right there. He didn’t jump in his brother’s arms like he usually does, and he wasn’t telling him all about what he missed since last time he came in !

Was it still this all thing about being worried about death ? 

“Are you ok little wing ?”

Ever since Jason, “Little Wing” or “Bird” became the common denomination for his younger siblings. A term of endearment that they all (secretly or not) loved.

Tommy seemed to think a little, while raising his arms, signifying he wanted Dick to pick him up.

Dick did, of course, and they went to sit at the kitchen counter, and as usual, Tommy settled down on Dick’s laps. He turned around and, after another short pause (Dick always knew when to stay silent, and wait for the other person to speak first) said :

“Dickie, are mom and dad not your mom and dad ?” 

“Mm ?” 

“Your real mom and dad, they died ? You can’t see them no more now ?”

There was a lump in Dick’s throat. Not because he thought about his parents no. He actually came to peace with their death long ago now. And though he missed them every day, it didn’t hurt as much as it used to. 

He was lucky to find another loving family...From which that little worried kiddo in front of him was an important part of. 

“Yes, I can’t see them anymore.”

“It hurts ?” 

“It used to. Now less. I miss them, but I wasn’t alone.”

“Because you have our mom and dad ?”

“Yes.” 

Dick ruffles his hair fondly. 

“Do you wish you’d still have your real mom and dad ?”

“Mom and dad ARE my real parents too. I was lucky enough to find new ones. Not everyone is as lucky, like dad. He was alone for a long time” 

“What about Alfred ?” 

“It took dad a while to realize that Alfred was a second father to him” 

“So...Will you be my second dad if dad goes ?” 

Dick feels another lump in his throat. Bigger this time. 

He couldn’t even imagine the day he’ll lose this “second dad”, this one he had now called “dad” for longer even than his own biological father...Dick was 8, when he came into yours and Bruce’s life. 

He spend more  years with you two than with his “real” parents. You never replaced them, no. You just..became his parents too. 

He would never forget his biological parents. But he would never diminish the impact his adoptive one had. The love you and Bruce gave him. 

Would he be good enough to be Thomas “second dad” ? After all, he currently had about the age Bruce had when he adopted him...

But Dick couldn’t imagine losing Bruce too. Losing another father. No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. 

Thomas was already moving on, asking more questions : 

“Will I find another mom and dad too if mom and dad die ? Or will I be alone like dad ? Will I have Alfred forever ?”

“I-I don’t know buddy.”

“What if I lose all of you at the same time ? I will be all alone then.” 

“You won’t.”

“But what if I do ?” 

“I’ll always be there.” 

“You can’t know that, can you ?” 

“Maybe, but this will never happen. You will never be alone.” 

“You really think so ?”

“I Do. And I promise little wing, I promise...You won’t lose all of us. You won’t.” 

Dick held his brother even tighter against him, and missed the unconvinced expression on Thomas’ face. 

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

Your youngest son was still utterly terrified of losing any of you. But his terrible fit would pass now, he would calm down more easily, and wouldn’t cry until exhaustion...But it didn’t mean he wasn't afraid anymore. 

Unfortunately. 

“Death” was still a constant on his mind. One of the biggest question. Without much answers. 

His mother and father said no one knew what happened after “death”, but Thomas wasn’t convinced. So he went to the only one he knew would tell him the truth, and was most likely to know...Tim.

His older brother was currently in the garden, studying for his finals. But oh he’d take a break for his little brother, of course. 

Especially lately, as said little brother was overly worried and needed constant reassurance. 

“Hi Timmy.” 

“Hey little one.” 

“Bothering you ?”

“You are not bothering me, never.” 

“Can I ask you a question then ?”

“Of course.” 

“What happens when we die ?” 

Oof. 

OOOOF. 

Not something Tim could say he expected to be asked. Even as he knew Thomas was sort of obsessed with this lately. And ah...Ah he started to get lost into physiological effects of death, into science, into things Thomas could definitely not understand...

And into things he didn’t care about. 

Thomas had no interest in knowing what happens to the corporeal side of things. To our bodies. He wanted to know where “we” went. Where the being went. The conscience. 

Of course he wouldn’t word it that way, but it was easy to understand that it was what he meant when he said : “where do we go when we die ?”. 

After a long time of Tim getting lost in many complex explanations about decomposition (what the Hell Tim ?), he finally stopped as he saw that Thomas was most definitely lost.  

“Where do we go after we die ?” 

“Yes. What happens ? You must know, you know everything !” 

The faith his littlest brother put in him made him feel warm inside but...unfortunately on this subject he had to disappoint him. 

“I..I don’t know about this, actually.” 

Thomas looked crestfallen. Was nothing sacred anymore ?? Death existed, and the one he thought would always have a solution to everything didn’t know something that important !! 

“There’s many theories.” 

“What’s a theories ?”

“One theory, multiple theories. A theory is...an idea of how things might work.” 

“What are the theory ?” 

“Theories, plural.” 

“What are the theories ?” 

“Well. Some people think that you go into some kind of afterlife. It depends the culture, and the religion, and...many other factors. But there’s usually a few places we can end up.” 

“And we’ll see the people who died there ? We’ll see them again ?” 

“Supposedly so.” 

“Is it sure ?”

“No, it’s just a theory.” 

“You said a theory is an idea of how things might work.” 

“An idea that might not be proven.” 

“What’s the point then ?” 

“Theorizing.” 

“I don’t understand...”

Of course he didn’t, he was a smart little boy...But still just five. Tim sat down to his level, and looked at him in the eyes : 

“Well. You have to understand that um...No one knows what happens after death. So we have to make theories, things that might or might not be. You understand ?” 

“No.” 

“Well, since we don’t know, we make things up. But maybe those things are right. Maybe they aren’t.” 

“So the answer is we don't know ?” 

“Yes. But there are theories ?” 

“Ok. So aside from the place we see others again, what are the theories ?” 

“Well (...)” 

Tim was a patient boy. For hours and hours, he tried to explain every single “theory” people might’ve had about what happens after Death. And Thomas listened carefully. 

Finally, Tim was done, and his brother said : 

“So...No one really knows, and there’s a lot of theory...ies. Theories.” 

“Basically.” 

Thomas looked so discouraged. Tim was very well aware that none of what he told him really helped his brother, or reassured him...But ah. Tim was known to not lie. Which was a good thing. And he couldn’t possibly have a free conscience if he had told his brother just one theory of the after life, the nicest one, just to reassure him. 

Of course, he wanted to reassure him. To distract him. But he would do so another way. Lying to him was not it. 

Still, it was so disheartening to see this sweet little boy so crestfallen. 

“Um, Well...I guess some people know.”

Thomas looked up at his brother, hopeful, waiting for him to continue. 

“Like Constantine. But um, he’s sort of crazy. And dad doesn't want him around the house for...reasons you’ll understand when you’ll grow up. And-”

Ah but Thomas wasn’t listening to Tim anymore, and his monologue as to why maybe John Constantine wasn’t such a reliable source.   

“Constantine” huh ? Interesting. Ah. Sometimes, Tim forgot how smart his little brother truly was...for a five years old. And how he took after his father, when it came to memory and attention to details. 

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

This constant worry went on for quite just a few days. A few very eventful days, that were so...exhausting. Thomas was constantly scared for your lives, and would cry if anyone got hurt too much. 

He would follow you around, and be way too stressed for such a little bean. 

Everyone came to hide their injuries from him, tried to distract him from what they were doing when out as the Bats...But it was becoming a real problem. 

How ? How could they make a little five years old understand that he couldn’t forever be afraid of death ? It was impossible. None of you, not even you, had the right words. There were no right words anyway. 

You could tell him whatever you wanted, it’d never make him stop thinking about Death taking one of you with her, taking one of you far away from him. 

“A place he cannot follow you to.” 

How ? How could you help ?!

But the change had to come from within him, you would soon realize. 

About a week after Ace’s death, and a truly painful few days of everyone being lost and unable to help the baby of the family... he suddenly spoke up, at dinner time : 

“Mama, mama, if one day you die, I will bring you back. I promise. Same for daddy, and Dick, and Jason, and Cass, and Tim, and Duke, and Damian, and Alfred. I don’t know if we can bring dogs back, but humans yes ? And worst case scenario, I’ll conjure your spirit so I can say goodbye, and then I’ll know we’ll see each others again !”

“Wh-What ?” 

“Stunned” doesn’t quite cover how you felt at your son’s sudden tirade, at dinner that night. Everyone was here, a rare occasion. Your one dinner a months that was mandatory for all your kids ! To make sure you’d all have moments together. 

And boom. Came this monologue out of nowhere, from your small little five and a half years old son. 

Stunned. Not a strong word enough to describe you, or your other children. 

But Bruce. Oh Bruce. Bruce was frowning. Narrowing his eyes in a way you knew perfectly well...It meant he was angry at someone. 

“Who told you all this, son ?” 

“Mister Constantine.”

A growl. A scary growl. From deep within your husband’s throat. You would NOT want to be John next time he’d see 

“How did you talk to him ?” 

“I used your phone.” 

“I don’t have his number on my...Wait, the bat phone ?!” 

“Yes. The one you call uncle Clark on !”

“What the-...how did you-ugh ?!” 

There were so many questions. So many. 

“I copied what you do, on the phone. And I asked it if it could call the Constantine.” 

“The Constantine”, this better not be a stupid way he called himself in front of his son, Bruce thought. Ah, and curse the fact he kept having kids that were too damn smart for their own good ! 

Kids this days. Growing up with technology. Able to work a batphobe at age 5 and a half !! 

“Hope I helped little man - John Constantine”, said the note that came to the manor a few days later. Which made Bruce fume with rage, but Thomas beam happily. 

Bruce was already planning to go after John, and force him to say what he told his son. But...But...

To be honest. Whatever he said. You didn’t care. You knew, more than anyone else, that “Death” wasn’t as definitive as it sounded at times. And you knew for certain there was something after you died. What ? You couldn’t be sure. But something. Another place. Or maybe reincarnation ? Who knew. 

Deep in your heart though, you knew that no matter what, if you ever were to die...You’d see your family again. You weren’t sure how or where. It was just a certainty in your heart. A gut feeling. 

Yes. You didn’t care what John told your son. If it could help him accept that everyone will die one day. Didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid of losing you anymore. Oh no. But at least...At least he knew worrying about it lead nowhere. And to truly enjoy the moments of the present. 

Whatever John said, it helped your son. That’s all that mattered. And as Thomas would grow up, you knew he’d understand things more and more. 

He already knew he was luckier than many people. He had a loving family. They were all there with him for now (minus Ace, whom he missed every day). A lot of people couldn’t say the same thing. 

Death was an odd thing. Especially in the World you lived in. 

It wasn’t as definitive as some would say.

Your family knew that more than anyone else.  

Death was an odd thing, that wasn’t always the ultimate end...

This, one day, Thomas would truly understand. 

The end 

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And here we are :). Just a quick thing again, my bigger story (fake boyfriend trope with Bruce hehe) is coming soon. But in the mean time, felt compelled to write about this. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and liked it ? Not my best work :/, another quick drabble written very late at night eh. But nonetheless, fun to write ? Hope it’s not a disappointment, it’s just a thing to make ya wait for a more elaborate thing that I took a lot of care writing. Anyway it’s 4 am, time for bed :).

If you did, don’t hesitate to leave a little feedback or/and to reblog :). If you didn’t as well really, it’s always good to know what’s not good so I can improve (just stay civil please). 

PS : Bonus point if you get where I’m trying to arrive at with those last few words about how definitive death is :p. 

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Summary: Being saved during a battle by a Mandalorian might have been faith for Alana and her little daughter Leila. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC

Word-count: 5.3k

Warnings: a hint of violence, mentions of dead relatives, s o f t Din (he’s cuddling a baby, so say goodbye to your ovaries)

A/N: Does the amount of fics I write with babies concern me? Not today. I hope you all enjoy this little story :)

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Protectively Alana held her daughter in her arms. What had started as a normal day, soon had turned into one of the worst. And she had many bad days in the past. Like the day her parents died, or the night the father of her then-unborn child was killed in front of her eyes as he tried to flee from the stormtroopers. The child she held in her arms, close to her chest, shielding her away from harm. The noise of blasters was overwhelming, yet little Leila only looked up at her with big brown eyes.

“I’ll keep you safe, my love,” she cooed, kissing her daughter's forehead. She was hidden inside the booth of a vendor she had bought some fruit when she heard the first blaster fire. She wanted to flee home, but a loud explosion from the part of town she lived in made her decide to seek shelter instead.

But now she didn’t know where to go. There was no way out. Leila wasn’t even 6 months old, she didn’t have the chance to see how big and beautiful this world could be. Alana would do anything in her power to protect her. The booth shook violently, the back breaking as a body flew through the wood. Alana closed her eyes, slipping even further into what was left of her shelter.

A groan next to her let her open her eyes. Shining beskar was what she first saw. She had heard of Mandalorians before, what great warriors they were. Leila took that moment to babble and the Mandalorian’s helmet snapped in their direction, his blaster still in his hands. Ready to take out whatever enemy there was.

Alana couldn’t see his eyes beneath his helmet, but she heard him breathe. She was about to open her mouth to speak when she heard a giggle. Frowning she looked down, finding a little green… being in the Mandalorian’s arms. It had big ears and big dark eyes. It was so small, looking kind of old, yet adorable.

Another sigh from the Mandalorian.

“This planet isn’t safe,” his deep modulated voice said. Alana didn’t know what to do.

“I…” she began, her eyes leaving the Mandalorian to look down at Leila in her arms. This planet wasn’t safe. She knew that from the beginning, but how could she afford to leave? She had no work, no family, almost no credits left. No. No credits left. The little she had saved were where she lived and she wasn’t sure she could go back. Tears gathered in her eyes. She had nowhere to go.

Little hands on her knee made her look down, finding the child in front of her.

Another sigh from the Mandalorian. She looked up, seeing him slowly shake his head.

“Can you see the ship on the port down the road?” he asked her. She turned her head, seeing a ship in the far distance. She nodded.

“When I say go, I want you to run there as fast as you can,” he stripped the bag he was wearing around his shoulder, handing it to her. Confused she looked at him.

“I need you to take the kid for me. Nothing will happen to you, I promise,” Carefully he put the bag around her shoulders. He picked the kid up, putting it in the bag so only his head was out. Looking down at the child in her arms and the kid on her side, she breathed in deep.

“What are you gonna do?” she asked quietly. It was the first time he heard her voice. He thought it would be scared, yet all he could hear was strength.

“I’m gonna kill as many of them I can get my hands on. But we won’t have much time before they send back up.”

She desperately wished she could see his face. Yes, she knew these Mandalorians were great fighters, but she wanted to see his eyes. People could hide much, yet they couldn’t hide their true intentions in their eyes. She looked at him, an explosion letting her jump again and Leila began to grow impatient.

“Why help us?” was all she asked as she pulled Leila close, her other arm protectively around his child.

“This is the way,” was all he answered before he got up to his feet and turned away from her to open fire.

Looking down at now two children she breathed in deep.

“I need you both to be quiet for me, can you do that?” she didn’t expect an answer, yet the Mandalorian’s child cooed quietly, making her smile.

“Hold on to me tightly,” she whispered, holding them both close. The child looked up at her with big eyes and she wondered how much it could understand.

“Go now,” she heard the Mandalorian call out and she didn’t waste a second as she got up with both children in her arms and ran. She ran as fast as she could, not looking at what was happening around her, her focus only on the ship that seemed to come closer way too slowly. She heard blaster fire, she smelled burned flesh around her, but she never looked. Alana ran, noticing someone behind her but she didn’t turn around. She had to get the children to safety. She didn’t care for anything else. Not for the exhaustion of her body, nor the way her feet would be bruised and bloody, cause she lost her shoes while she jumped to get herself and Leila to safety before.

This ship was close by and the ramp opened.

“Almost there,” she cooed, kissing her daughter’s head that was tucked beneath her chin, squeezing the other child in her arms.

She was running towards this ship of a Mandalorian she had met only moments ago, not knowing what his intentions were. Yet something about him made her trust him. Alana felt an arm around her waist as she was swapped off her feet, making her shriek in surprise before she looked at the beskar of the Mandalorian.

He didn’t say anything as he carried her quickly, running with her as if she was as light as a feather. They reached the ship quickly and he ran up the ramp, setting her down on the floor of the ship as he hurried up a ladder, probably to the cockpit. The ramp closed and she heard the ship coming to life. Trying to fill her lungs with air she leaned with her back against a wall, Leila and the child still in her arms.

“We’re safe,” she whispered, closing her eyes, the back of her head against the wall.

“Thank the maker,” she whispered, her hand caressing her daughter’s head. The child in the bag next to her moved and it climbed out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked and he turned around, looking at her with big eyes. She chuckled. The ship rocked once and then she could see the bright lights of hyperspace outside. It almost made her cry in relief.

A Mandalorian had saved her and her daughter from certain death. She had no idea how to repay him. The child still looked at her and then at Leila in her arms. Slowly she lowered her arm, letting Leila rest in the crook of her left arm. The child slowly came closer, suddenly very interested in what was in her arms.

“This is my daughter Leila,” Alana said quietly. The child climbed carefully in her lap, standing on her right thigh as he looked at the baby in her arm. Leila was tired, her eyes falling close. She must be hungry, Alana thought, yet couldn’t bring herself to interrupt her as she fell asleep. A little green hand reached out slowly towards Leily and the child carefully grabbed her feet. He cooed, his eyes even bigger and it looked like he was smiling.

Alana smiled back at him, her right hand slowly coming down on top of his head to stroke him. He cooed, letting himself fall next to Leila and Alana had to suppress a giggle as he fell asleep too.

She didn’t notice the Mandalorian looking down at her from the cockpit, trying to suppress the urge to smile beneath his helmet.

It was a quick decision he made to take her and her baby with him. She wouldn’t have survived. He would take her to the next planet and leave her be. He looked at her, sitting on the cold floor of the crest, both her child and his in her arms, a small smile on her face. Her dark hair was braided over her right shoulder. He couldn’t see her eyes now, but he knew they were the most beautiful blue he had ever seen. He could only wonder how they would look without the barrier of his helmet. Shaking his head at this thoughts he made his way down the ladder. She looked up when she heard him.

She didn’t notice how tall he was before. Maybe it was due to the fact that she was still sitting on the floor. She had never seen beskar up so close. It looked impressive, the amour reflecting the lights of hyperspace. She couldn’t see a single hint of skin, wondering if he was actually human beneath all the layers he was wearing.

“After all you did for me, I feel bad asking for help, but…” she nodded down to both children in her arms. Din looked at her, ignoring the feeling of warmth in his chest as he slowly walked over to her. He knelt, carefully taking the child out of her arms.

“What’s his name?” Alana asked.

“I… I don’t know,” Din said, standing up, slowly laying the kid down in his crib so he could sleep.

“Oh… okay,” she frowned but decided to not ask more questions. “Where are you taking me?”

Din turned around looking down at her.

“Nevarro. I need to pick some credits,” he said. She nodded, wanting to get up. She hissed through her teeth, cradling her child to her chest.

“You’re hurt,” Din said, already getting up to get the medkit in his cabin. He appeared only seconds later.

“You don’t have to…” she started but Din already knelt next to her. He was about to touch her ankle when he turned his head to look at her.

“May I?” he asked. She nodded slowly.

Carefully his gloved hand reached out, bringing her ankle in his lap as he reached for the cloth he brought.

“This is gonna hurt,” he said before he began to clean the wound. She shivered and closed her eyes, not sure if from the pain or from the comforting warmth of his gloved hand on her skin. He focused on the task of getting the wounds on her feet cleaned, so he didn’t notice her looking at him, watching him clean her wounds with routine.

“You seem like you know what I’m doing,” she said quietly. He only nodded, carefully applying some bacta and she couldn’t help the content sigh as she felt the throbbing on her feet getting weaker until it disappeared.

“Thank you,” without thinking much to it, she reached for his forearm, squeezing it only once as she noticed him stiffen up, his head snapping towards her. She swallowed.

“Thank you,” she said again, “You saved not only me but my daughter,” she looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. Din followed her eyes, looking at the small child in her arms. It looked so small, so fragile but so soft. He wondered if he would ever be lucky enough to hold his own child. Din never dreamed of his own clan. He was happy on his own. But ever since he took in the child… He awakened something in him. Din wanted a family. A woman who would spend the rest of the days with him. A child on his own, a sibling for the kid. Eventhough Din knew, he wouldn’t spend eternity with him. He needed to find the Jedi so he could be reunited with them.

Din noticed the woman looking at him.

“Her name is Leila. She’s only a little over 6 months old.”

“Leila…” Din repeated her name. Alana nodded.

“I’m Alana.”

“Where… Where is Leila’s father?” Din asked quietly.

“Dead. Like my entire family. It’s only me and Leila,” she said.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? It’s not your fault,” she smiled tiredly at the Mandalorian. He looked at her through the visor of his helmet, stunned again about how beautiful she was.

“You must be tired. You can sleep in my cabin. I’ll stay in the cockpit.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t…” she protested. Din shook his head.

“You need the space. Are you hungry?” he asked, gathering the medkit and standing up.

“No. Thank you,” slowly she got up, carefully as to not wake Leila. She underestimated the numbness in her feet from the bacta, almost falling down when she felt his hands on her waist.

“Careful. I’ll help you,” he said quietly. She wondered how his voice would sound without the barrier of his helmet.

“Thank you. Again,” she said, letting him guide her to his cabin.

“It’s not much but…” he started.

“It’s perfect,” she said, sitting down on his bed and slowly letting Leila down. Her little face frowned in sleep before her eyes flipped open. Curious she looked up. Alana smiled softly, her hand caressing her cheek.

“I think someone’s hungry,” she said quietly, and as if on queue Leila began to cry. This wasn’t new to Din. The kid was hungry all the time, yet when Alana picked up her daughter and brought her to her chest, he turned around. Alana looked up and couldn’t help the small chuckle leaving her lips as she pushed her gown to the side and began to breastfeed Leila.

“I’m… I’m gonna leave you to it,” Din said before he disappeared and closed the door behind him. She smiled to herself as she looked at the closed door.

She must have fallen asleep some time later. The time in hyperspace went by differently. Blinking her eyes open she searched for Leila, finding her looking up at the bright lights of hyperspace outside.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Alana asked. Leila babbled, her eyes big as her tiny hands tried to grab the lights, making Alana laugh quietly. She slept well. The small pillow smelled comforting. She couldn’t describe it, but it lulled her right to sleep. It must be the Mandalorian. He slept here after all. The fact that she was on a ship of a man whose face she had never seen should be more concerning to her, but for some reason she felt safe. And she hadn’t felt safe in a long time.

She heard some noise from outside and a hushed voice. Securing the blanket and pillows around Leila so she couldn’t fall Alana carefully got off the bed, testing if she could walk. She felt warmth spread over her body as she thought back to the way he had held her not once but twice. He was stronger as he looked. Shaking her head, she opened the door only to be greeted by the tiny green child running towards her. She looked down at him, before she noticed the Mandalorian standing on the other side of the ship, both hands on his hips as he sighed loudly. Tiny hands grabbed her leg and she got down to pick the child up with a smile.

“He’s been trying to get in for at least an hour,” Din said. Alana chuckled, her finger booping the child’s nose. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Layla still secure on the bed as she took a step towards the Mandalorian.

“What species is he?” she asked, gesturing towards the green child, that was cooing up at her.

“I don’t know,” Din sighed. “I wish I did, so I could return him to his family.”

“How did you find him?” Alana asked. He tilted his head and Alana felt a shiver running over her body.

“Sorry. Curiosity got the better of me,” she said. Both of their heads snapped towards his cabin when they heard a giggle. Smiling she took the child in her arms to get to Leila who was still looking at the lights of hyperspace. Din followed them quietly, his heart pounding in his chest as he took the picture in. Alana felt like the puzzle piece that had been missing on his ship. The child seemed to love her and Leila already, searching their closeness. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he laid down next to Leila and began to weirdly communicate with the baby.

Alana smiled when she heard the chuckle of the Mandalorian behind her as she looked down at both children looking at the many lights of hyperspace.

Her stomach growled and with big eyes she tried to remember the last time she ate. How long was she on this ship?

“You’re hungry. Come, I have some food,” Din said.

“I can’t leave these two alone. They could hurt themselves,” Alana said. Din looked at her.

“I will watch them. There’s some broth left in the kitchen.”

She nodded, kissing both Leila’s and the kid’s forehead before she got up from the bed. Din walked in, his arm brushing against hers and he breathed out shivering. Alana shivered too, and noticed the scent as she passed by. The scent that had lulled her to sleep.

It was the day before they would arrive in Nevarro when Alana finally asked the question she had been dying to ask. She had been on the Mandalorian’s, or Mando as he told her, ship for 5 days now. She had never seen him without his armour or his helmet. It was late and both children were sleeping in the bed. She was sitting on the co pilot chair behind him in silence.

“Mando?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He turned in his chair, facing her fully. She had noticed some patterns in the last days. He would always turn his head when he talked to her. He had the habit to sigh, a lot, throughout the day, but she could tell the different sighs apart. He was careful to touch Leila, not like he was with the kid. And it seemed like he tried to avoid touching her, eventhough all she could think about was how his gloved hand had felt on her ankle on the first day as he cleaned her feet.

“Are you wearing your armor all the time? I don’t mean to be disrespectful but… isn’t it hard?” This has been nagging her. He always excused himself to eat, using the washer only when he was sure she was occupied with other stuff.

“I am wearing it around all living creatures that aren’t in my clan. It’s our creed.”

“So no one has seen you… ever?”

“Not since I was a child.”

“That… must be hard.”

“This is the way.” Mando provided.

“What about the kid?” She asked

“He’s part of my clan.”

“So he’s allowed to see you.”

“Yes.”

“Maker… You haven’t taken your helmet off, because you took us in? I’m so sorry,” she felt guilty. She sucked her bottom lip in.

“Hey,” he leaned forward, slowly lowering his gloved hand over hers in her lap. She looked up at him with big eyes.

“It’s okay. I made the decision to take you with me,” he squeezed her hand, wondering how her skin would feel beneath his fingertips. Her other hand came down on top of his as she looked at him.

“Mando… I will never be able to thank you enough. No matter what you might need in the future. Just ask,” she heard a cry from the cabin and sighed. She squeezed his hand, getting up from the chair, but before she could walk away Din grabbed her hand with his. She turned towards him, looking at their joined hands before her other hand carefully came to rest on the side of his helmet. She nodded at him with a small smile before he let her go.

Din couldn’t let Alana go. He was standing in the doorway to what once was his cabin, looking down at the woman sleeping with not only Leila in her arms but his Kid too. He wanted nothing but to join them. His heart felt heavy when he thought about coming back the next day to not find Alana trying to make some food out of the little supplies he had. That she wouldn’t find her sitting on the floor playing with both children.

“Mando…” she whispered and he blinked at her. He hadn’t noticed that she woke up. His armor felt heavy as he looked at her in the cozy bed.

“Come…” Alana whispered. Din looked at her and for once in his life he wished that he could take of his helmet. For once in his life, he wished he could feel how it felt to kiss someone.

“I can’t,” he whispered.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed if you want to. But you need to sleep. In a bed. I feel bad for keeping your bed from you.”

Din sighed. If he was honest with himself he was dead tired. And against all odds he nodded and began to carefully and quietly take his armor off. She smiled, closing her eyes and nuzzled back into bed. He should get her a bigger blanket and more pillows. The thought crossed his mind for a second but he ignored it. Tomorrow she wouldn’t be here.

Before he could reach for his helmet he hesitatet. Walking over to the small window he lowered the blinds, leaving the cabin in complete darkness. He stripped down to only his shirt and underwear.

“It’s okay Mando. I won’t look. I promise,” she whispered. Din closed his eyes as he sat down on the bed. He had taken his gloves off and he was dying to touch her. Instead he slowly took his helmet off.

When she heard the little hiss and his helmet being removed and lowered to the floor she was sure she had stopped breathing for a second. The amount of trust he had in her, was overwhelming for her. He sat there, on the edge of the bed for a while before he sighed and for the first time she could hear it without the barrier of his helmet.

“You do that a lot,” she smiled.

“What?” he asked and she smiled even wider, hearing his real voice. Somehow it was deeper.

“Sighing. You have a different sigh for everything.”

She heard him chuckle.

“I didn’t notice that,” he said.

“Come. Sleep,” she patted on the space behind her, both children laying in front of her. Carefully Din slipped back into the bed, careful to not touch her, eventhough he wanted nothing more. They laid next to each other in silence. Din was a little cold.

“Mando?”

“Hm?” he turned his head, trying to make out her silhouette.

“You must be cold. And I have not only your bed but your blanket, so… please come closer?”

Din sighed and chuckled as he noticed it. Yes. He indeed was sighing a lot.

“I’ve… I’m not… I’ve never shared the bed with anyone,” he admitted. He felt her fingers on his shoulder and shivered.

“It’s okay Mando,” she assured him. “You can touch me.”

He closed his eyes before he slowly got closer to her. He stopped breathing when he reached her, and she carefully took his arm, bringing it around her as she pulled the blanket over both of them. She laid on her side and Din pulled her so close in her arms, he had no idea where she began and he stopped. His nose nuzzled in her neck, breathing her in and he could feel her shiver against him.

“You have a beard…” she smiled, feeling it lightly scratch her neck.

“I do,” he answered lowly and she filt him smile against her neck. She smelled so good. And she felt so good. Din never wanted to let go in his life.

Alana kept her eyes closed as she felt his fingers resting on her stomach.

“Is that okay?” he asked, his voice sleepy.

“It’s perfect Mando,” she smiled softly.

“It’s Din…” he whispered before she drifted off to sleep. “My name is Din.”

Alana stirred awake. She had no idea how much time passed by but she sensed Leila was awake. Alana smiled, feeling Din still behind her, his arms securely around her. It would kill her to leave him in only a few hours.

“Brabrabraaa,” Leila brabbled and Alana chuckled. Din’s eyes blinked open and he was confused of the warmth he felt until he remembered where he was and heard the baby.

“Good moring,” he rasped and his deep voice send a shiver over he whole body.

“Good morning Din,” she said softly. He breathed out loudly his breath brushing over he neck before he gave in and kissed the back of her neck. It was her turn to sigh as his lips connected with her skin and Din was wondering how long it would take him to learn all the different sighs from her lips. She gasped as he felt his arm pulling her even closer.

“Din…” she whispered. He kissed her neck again.

“I have to nurse Leila. She’s hungry,” she said quietly. He kissed her neck again.

“Okay,” she felt him pull away getting out of bed.

“You can stay. I don’t mind,” she said. “I only need a little light.”

“Okay. I will just put my helmet on,” he carefully got out, not wanting to disturb her as he put his helmet on and opened the blinds, the lights of hyperspace illuminating the small cabin. He sat down on the bed behind her as she sat up and cradled Leila in her arms. He saw Alana pull down her robe adverting his eyes for a moment as Leila began to suck eagerly.

“Someone was really hungry,” Alana smiled. The picture in front of him, Alana nursing Leila with a smile on her lips made Din’s heart almost burst.

“Does it hurt?” he asked. Alana looked at him for the first time. He was just sitting there, a thin shirt and some underwear on. Even in the little light that was provided from hyperspace she could see his sunkissed skin.

“Oh…” she closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry, I forgot…”

“Hey…” she felt his hand picking up hers as he got closer. Her heart seemed to beat faster everytime he touched her and she shivered.

“It’s okay. You can open your eyes.”

“You sure?” she asked. He brought her hand up to his helmet, laying it flat against it. He nodded. Alana opened her eyes and looked up at him but he was looking at Leila in her arms.

“She’s really beautiful,” he said, wanting to touch her but stopped.

“You can touch her, she won’t break Din,” she assured.

“Are you sure? These hands have brought so much death. I’m…”

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“With my life,” he said rightaway and she almost cried with this fast response. She took her hand in his, as she brought it down on Leila’s head who was still eagerly sucking.

“She’s so soft,” Din wondered and Alana nodded. He put his other arm around Alana’s shoulder and she rested her head against him. A coo from the bed made them both look down, finding the kid awake and looking up at them. Din chuckled and put his arm out and the kid snuggled in between them and fell asleep again, making them both chuckle. He had no idea how long they stayed like that but these might have been the most calming moments he ever had in his life. Leila had fallen asleep at some point.

“Din… Would you mind taking her while I use the fresher?” Alana asked. Din sucked his bottom lip in.

“I promise you’ll be fine, and I’ll be only behind this door if anything happens,” she assured. Din sighed. Again. He really had to stop that.

“Okay,” he said. “But you have to tell me how.”

“It will be the easiest, if you let her sleep on your chest. Lay back a little.”

Din did. The kid was awake again, sitting next to Din and looking up at him. Carefully Alana lay Leila down with her stomach against Din’s chest. His arms immediately came around her, holding her close, his heart hammering in his chest.

“See? You’re a natural,” Alana smiled. Din looked down at the baby on his chest. Why did this feel so right?

“You okay?” Alana asked.

“Yeah. I think I am,” he said quietly. He looked up, seeing her lean down to put a soft kiss on his helmet before she shuffled out of bed and went to the fresher.

Leila was so soft and warm. Din couldn’t stop touching her, rubbing slow circles on her back. He stiffened when he heard her sigh only to smile when she began to drool. Making sure Alana was still in the fresher he lifted his helmet so he could put a chaste kiss on her head.

He couldn’t let them go. But he also couldn’t make them life with him while he was out hunting for bounties. Would Alana want to stay with him? Maker, he wants to kiss her. He never wants to sleep alone ever again. He could get used to this. Maybe after some time he could ask her to marry him. He wanted her to see him. The real him, without the barrier of his beskar. Maker… He met her only a couple days ago, but he already couldn’t imagine living without her.

“Din?” he looked up at Alana standing next to the bed, with tears in her eyes. He wanted to ask what’s wrong when she sat down.

“I don’t want to leave you in Navarro. I want to stay. I’m happy with you and I think a part of you is happy too,” Alana sobbed quietly, not looking at him. He took her hand, holding Leila close to his chest with his other arm.

“I don’t want you to go too. I want you to stay, but this life… it’s dangerous. I don’t want you or Leila or the kid to get hurt. There’s so much you don’t know.” He shook his head. She squeezed his hand, climbing in bed next to him as she snuggled to his side. She picked the kid up, to lay against her chest as he looked at them in awe.

“Then we’ll stay and you tell me everything. We will find a solution. Din… I… You make me feel safe. And I haven’t felt safe in a long time.” She put his hand on his chest next to Leila.

“We still have to go to Navarro. I’m almost out of Credits.”

“Then we’ll go to Navarro. But I will be here waiting for you.” The kid plopped down the bed, climbing out.

“Someone is hungry,” she smiled.

“Close your eyes,” Din said.

“Why?” Alana asked.

“Because I want to kiss you.”

[hyakki59]

Reader being mad at Eren

(I don't own the picture)

You were having a gloomy yet annoyed expression on your face. Eren had invited you to stay at his home, but instead of spending time with you, he decided to play online games with his friends, from the time you arrived his home.

At first you weren't minded, you had sat on his lap and trying to take part with what game he was playing. But the one game became two, three and going on. He was also wearing his headphones, talking with his microphone to his friends. You were starting to get bored. Why did he invite you in the first place if you two weren't spending time together?

You pouted and turned your head towards Eren. He gave you a quick glace, noticing your expression, then looking back at the game. He continued talking with the others and clicking fastly with his mouse, his eyes had sank on the screen.

You tried to leave his lap, but his one hand tried to stop you by pressing down your things. You didn't want though to sit there anymore. Your head turned at him again, having an even more pouted face than before.

"I'm bored"

You said with a complaint in your voice and you talked also quietly so you wouldn't be loud for the others to hear you through Eren's microphone. You left his lap, walking towards his bed with a disappointment. You climbed on it, your back touched the headboard of the bed and you bended your knees.

You took your phone trying to busy yourself with something. Your head was resting on one of your hands. You gave one more glance to Eren and he was laughing with his friends because they were saying something funny about the game. He noticed you when you looked at him and he eyed you with a worrying face. You ignored that face of his, turning your back at him.

It didn't took long till Eren said to the others:

"Guys I'm leaving. See ya later."

'How come?' you thought. You heard Eren tooking off his headphones and standing up from his chair. He came close to you climbing at the bed.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

He asked you worryingly and touched your shoulder, you still having your back turned at him.

"Me what's wrong?"

You asked him turning only your head at him.

"Is something bothering you?"

He did one more question, his arm still not leaving your shoulder.

"I'm really curious what do you think it is that is bothering me."

You said annoyed

"Is it the game?"

He asked

"It's not just the game. It's you."

You said positioning yourself so you could facing him straight. His eyes widened when you said 'you', still having a worryingly expression.

"What about me? You mind me playing games?"

"I don't mind you playing games but it annoys me- no disappoints me when you are calling me here to be together, and you are playing games not one round, two or three, but many! I lost the count of the games that you played today! Why you even invited me?"

Saying that all together Eren looked at you suprised, without any word coming out from his mouth.

"Babe, it's just that the game was having many tasks because of today's event.. and with Armin and the others told to join for a game..."

You didn't answer him, you didn't want him to explain anything, you wanted him to show you more with acts.

"Babe, if that was upsetting you though, why you didn't tell me so?"

He said while his one arm started caressing your thigh.

"Wasn't that already visible? Do I need to tell you that? Can't you understand that yourself?"

You spammed him with questions. He then approached you more and he put his arms around your neck to hug you.

"I'm sorry babe. I'm a jerk, I won't make you feel that way again"

He said near your ear, but you didn't hug him back, looking way. He released his hug, stood still, looking down first at your thighs and then up at your eyes.

"Are mad at me?"

He asked with his voice down.

"Specifically I'm sad."

You said looking at him.

"What do you want me to do to make you feel better?"

He asked you caressing the sides of your your thighs.

"Do you want a hot chocolate? Something to eat? Something else..."

He continued with questions and he shoved his right arm between your thighs when he added the words 'something else' and his hand started to go up, approaching your womanhood.

"Eren!!!"

You shouted at him shaking your legs.

"The life is not only online games and sex!!!"

You shouted at him again

"Isn't it?"

He asked you with a smirk. You shoot him a death glare.

"I'm teasing you."

He added, having a big ass grin on his face. He approached you giving a small peck on your lips, you not reacting. He kissed you again on your lips and because you weren't reacting, he started giving many small kisses at your lips the one after the other, until he gave you a last long kiss. He leant back a little to see your face and you looked down, having a kind of sad expression.

"Tell me baby, what do you want us to do?"

He asked you waiting for your response. Your eyes looked up at him without moving up your head.

"What about cuddle?"

You said with your lips pouting.

"Of course!"

He answered quickly

"And listening to music."

You requested

"Whatever my sweet baby wants"

He said all smiling

"And sex later."

He added

You shoot a death glare at him again.

"Teasing. Teasing."

He also said. He grabbed you by your sides to lay you down on the bed. Then he unleashed his hair from the bun, which caused them to fell down. Oh lord, how handsome and hot was he looking with his hair down. You put some playlists to play on your phone beside you, and then both of you hugged each other while you were laying down. He gave a kiss at the top of your head, his lips touching your hair. He looked at you with a smiling face full of love, which made your heart beat faster. You then took some of his hair and put them behind his ear and you smiled at him back.

"I love you"

He told you

"Till the stars?"

You asked teasingly

"That's too little. I love you far more."

He said smirking

"I love you even more"

You added with a smiling face. You then approached his lips, your hand cupped his face and with your lips you took his lower lip between yours, giving him a long passionate kiss. Yours and Eren's eyes closed, Eren having a calming face.

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter twelve

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 1660

When the sun poked its head through the window and serenely convinced your eyes to open, you were disappointed and grateful all in the same moment. You stretched a bit, expecting your arm to brush Levi, but only being met with the soft white sheets adorning the bed the two of you had shared. Part of you was a bit upset, and the other was glad you didn't have to face him. What would you even say to him? You placed your hand over the ruffled sheets next to you; it was still warm -- he hadn't been gone long. Your mind had spun together embarrassment, confidence, happiness, dismay, longing and dislike all into one confusing feeling that left you dizzy.

As your vision focused, you saw his clothes still neatly laid over the chair. You sat up rather quickly and peeked over the side of the bed; his boots were still there, too. "Fuck," you whispered, throwing your head back on the pillow and sighing.

Like clockwork, Levi walked in. His hair was messy and unkempt, and his eyes looked tired. His pants hung loosely around his hips from the night of sleeping in them. Between where his pants hung low and his shirt rode up, the bottom of his stomach and the band of his underwear peaked through. "Good morning," he greeted you, the tiniest grin evident on his face for only a second. "How did you sleep?" He walked over to the chair, sauntering in the nonchalant fashion only he could accomplish.

"I slept well," you answered, embarrassed down to the bone. You knew your cheeks shone red, and you wished Levi had left before you woke up. "Sorry about last night. I -- um --" You watched as he pulled his shirt swiftly over his head with one hand and elected to stare at the ceiling instead. "I was having a pretty rough dream." You found yourself glancing over at him again as he buttoned and tucked in the white shirt he wore the day before. He nodded.

"Erwin kept me away much longer than I would've preferred. Don't be sorry, though. I needed to catch up on sleep anyway." He slung his jacket over his shoulders and sat on the edge of your bed, pulling his boots onto his feet. He tied them into bows before standing and facing you. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, sending the same tingles down your arm that overtook most of your body the night before. "I have work to do. I'll be back tonight. Good luck with Hange today." With that, he turned and started toward the door.

"Levi," you called after him, seeing him turn his head to the side in acknowledgement, "you left your shirt." It was laid flat at the foot of the bed, neatly placed as if he put it there on purpose.

"I know."

---

When Jean came in that morning, you knew you were in for a ride. You had been questioning what to do in the hour between Levi's departure and Jean's arrival, and eventually decided on telling him the truth. You were pulling your shirt over your head as Jean sat on the bed and faced the wall opposite to you, and you decided now was as good a time as ever.

"So, I have a little bit of news," you began, your voice trailing. You watched the back of his head as he perked up, waiting excitedly to hear whatever you had to tell him.

"Well, go ahead and take the floor. No need for a dramatic introduction," he told you, folding his hands in his lap.

"Levi and I slept together last night," you obliged.

"What the fuck?" he said rather loudly, his head whipping around to face you. Your arms launched to cover your unclothed body as his face turned red, and he turned right back around to face the wall.

"Damn it, Jean, I'm changing!"

"My bad. You just dropped a lot of information on me at once. Maybe we did need a dramatic introduction." You watched him lay his head in one hand and saw the rise and fall of his back as he sighed. "You're going to be the death of me, you know. You had sex with Captain Levi?"

Your cheeks burned red at his assumption. "No! What? I didn't word that clearly enough. We literally slept together. Asleep. In the same bed. Together." You watched the rise and fall again as he breathed out, likely with relief.

"How the hell did you end up curled up in bed with the captain?" His tone sounded slightly less urgent, more exasperated than shocked.

You slid your shirt -- Levi's -- over your head and relived the events of the night before for what must have been the hundredth time. You half hopped, half limped around the bed and sat next to Jean, leaning back on your hands.

"Okay, so he came in and we had tea like always. Then, some guy I didn't recognize came to tell him that Erwin needed him in his office. He told me he'd be back soon, but after a few hours I fell asleep. When he came back, he woke me up because I was having a pretty bad nightmare," you recalled, looking up at the ceiling. Your eyes moved to Jean's as you continued. "He was making sure I was okay, and asked if I need anything. For some reason, I asked him to lay with me."

Jean shook his head. "And he just climbed in bed with you? That's hard to believe."

You shrugged. "It's the truth. He took off his shoes and his jacket and stuff and just hopped in. Cuddled with me and everything. It was pretty strange."

It was, undeniably. No matter how hard you tried to rationalize the events of the night before as the natural progression of your newfound friendship, or just a gesture of comfort during a traumatic time, the fact that it was strange at best was unavoidable. You hugged yourself inconspicuously and absentmindedly, thinking of how it felt to have his arm around your shoulders and your face tucked into the safety of his chest. You remembered how, when he thought you were asleep, his fingers started to trace circles in your hair and on your arms. He'd never admit to that, though. Just as you'd never admit that you laid there, eyes closed and yet still awake, until his breathing became even and his fingers trailed away to fall onto the mattress at your side. When you were sure he was sleeping, you finally allowed your eyes to peer up at his face for a few long moments to admire how peaceful he looked.

"Do you have a thing for him?" Jean asked, voice a bit less exasperated, snapping you out of your trance of memories.

"No!" you defended yourself, before the truthful part of your brain came forward. "Well, I don't know. I hated him a couple of weeks ago. Then he apologized to me, and started coming to my room every night. He's not as abrasive as he was before." You let your arms rest on your knees, hands hanging daintily down. "Maybe I do. But it isn't like it matters. He would never look at me that way."

The two of you continued idly talking about the night before as you walked to meet Hange, Connie joining on the way and ending the conversation abruptly. The day was full of much more walking on your own than the typical one, and it was evident how much better you were getting. You decided that perhaps the end wasn't too far away.

Still, you couldn't take your mind off Levi. You remembered your anger when he caught you stealing food for Sasha, the livid hate dripping from your voice as you yelled at him. You thought of his harsh tone as he berated you for risking your life, and again when he announced that he knew of your time spent with Eren. Then, your mind shifted.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice as clearly as day as he told you that he would have risked his life just the same in your situation. Even in his dislike for you, he found a moment to praise. The validation that moment alone gave you was immense. You imagined his arms cradling you as he carried you back from the bathroom that night, knowing that marked the beginning of everything with him.

Then, you thought of how it was now. The hushed talks over steaming cups of tea as you slowly became friends were now a staple of your day. Sure, he was tough, and hardly agreeable. At times you absolutely loathed him. But beneath that surface, you theorized, there was an entirely different person. You could see it when the corner of his mouth turned up as if he was trying to keep his smile as a secret. Or when he looked at you in concern, his almost invisible display of caring for you. When he touched your hand and asked if you were okay. When he held you so gently after your nightmare that you were sure you were in the arms of a much more sensitive man.

You thought of your excitement for the night to follow, of the feeling of the soft cotton of his grey shirt against your skin -- the fact that no one knew it belonged to him. It was overwhelming, yet predictable. Confusing, while still one of the clearest things you had ever experienced. Comfortable and serene and simple, foreign and anxious and complex.

Somewhere within your mess of a mind, you were sure of how you felt. You were also sure that it would be either a hopeful bound forward, or a troublesome march down the path of regret.

You hoped for the former.

[alloftheimaginess]

Forever

Requested on wattpad

Warnings: mentions of cancer, death and shitty writing

Also excuse the sad imagines I’ll be posting. They are helping me with my grieving process

"Mommy I need you to record me" Phoebe says as soon as I walk off set.

"What's happening?" I ask going over to her and she smiles at my costume.

“I like your costume” she says and I smile at her.

"But I want you to record me doing something" she says and I nod pulling my phone out.

"Okay I'm recording. What are you going to do?" I ask recording her as we move to outside where the filming isn’t taking place.

"Tom taught me how to cartwheel and it was super cool because he was in his Spider-Man costume" she says grinning at the camera.

"Show me, I want to see it" I say and she nods and she runs back a little and she does it halfway and I cheer.

"That was amazing bee" I say cheering her on and she bows.

"Thank you, thank you" she says blowing kisses and she runs up to the camera smiling a big toothless smile and she makes a face before covering the camera.

"We got you something bee" I say and she looks up from her homework.

"What is it?" She asks.

"A gift" I say and Chris hands her the box.

"What is this?" She asks shaking it.

"It's a surprise for you" he says.

"But it's not my birthday, that was last month and Christmas isn't for another month" she says.

"We know but we wanted to surprise you" I say and she nods.

"Okay" she says unwrapping it and she takes the top off and she starts screaming as she climbs on her knees in the seat to get a better look inside the box and she pulls out the ultrasound.

"You have a baby?" She asks.

"Yeah we do" I say and she jumps up and down with excitement on her knees as she pulls the other stuff out the box.

"It's so tiny and cute" she says cuddling the onesie.

"Do you know what it is?" She asks.

"Not yet, we are going to figure that out soon. Uncle Scott and auntie Sn are throwing a reveal party" I say and she holds the ultrasound up squealing.

"I can't wait to give this baby all my love" she says.

"What about us?" Chris asks and she looks up from looking closely at the ultrasound.

"I don't have enough to love all three of you so I'll love you both until the baby gets here. It's not that hard to understand daddy" she says with a duh tone and he laughs.

"I guess it's the only logical thing to do, foolish me" he says and I laugh as she kisses the ultrasound.

"Last session" I say and she grins at my phone as I record her.

"I'm going to beat cancers booty" she says and I laugh.

"Yes you are, you're my little superhero" I say.

"I want to be the Hulk" she says.

"The Hulk?" I ask and she grins even wider nodding.

"Yes. He doesn't have to wear clothes and no one complains when he doesn't, nothing scares him and he can't die. Also uncle Mark is cute" she says giggling and I laugh.

"Totally agree with you there" I say.

"Plus who wouldn't want to be green?" She asks.

"I wouldn't want to be green" I say.

"Yeah because you're boring" she says and I gasp holding my chest.

"You wound me" I say.

"I'm just kidding mommy you're not boring. You just don't understand the Hulk" she says laughing and Chris walks in looking down at his phone.

"Daddy!" She yells and he jumps causing her to laugh even harder.

"What's up bug?" He asks turning to face her as he puts his phone away.

"If you had to be any other superhero that's not Captain America who would you be?" She asks.

"Ooh maybe Iron man" he says and she nods.

"Who did mommy pick?" He asks.

"She didn't. I did though" she says.

"You'd be the Hulk because he doesn't have to wear clothes, huh?" He asks and I laugh shaking my head.

"That was her exact answer" I say and he laughs unpacking her lunch.

"Let me in or else I'll beat down your door, then two strangers who had been two silhouettes on the shade said to my shock you're on the wrong block" she sings.

"Silhouette" I sing.

"Silhouette" she sings super high and she instantly starts cracking up.

"Silhouette" I sing and she doubles over from laughter.

"Silhouette" she sings through her giggles, gasping for air and I start laughing with her.

"I appreciate your dedication to this performance" I say and she leans on me trying to calm down.

"The show must go on" she says in giggles and I smile at her and she leans on my arm trying to completely calm down.

"Merry Christmas, merry Christmas, merry Christmas" she sings over and over as she dances through the house and she drops a gift in my lap and I look up and she drops one on Chris.

"What's this?" He asks.

"A gift for you" she says.

"Uncle Scotty helped me get them so open them" she says and I rip the paper off and it's a jewelry box and I open it and it's a heart necklace.

"It has all of our initials including the baby’s. Right there" she says and I smile at it.

"It's beautiful" I say and I hug her and she hugs me back kissing my head.

"I love it" I say.

"Okay it's my turn" Chris says and she pulls away from me and he opens his and it's a watch.

"It's us" she says tapping the watch.

"I'm going to wear this everywhere" he says.

"Good. Never take it off" she says.

"Never" he says and they pinkie promise.

"What is it? What is it?" She asks and I laugh as Chris and I stand beside her and he starts to hand her the string.

"As soon as you pull this string we'll fi-" she snatches the string from him and pulls it before he can finish telling her and everyone's laughs turn to cheers as pink confetti and powder falls over us and she starts squealing as she jumps around.

"It's a girl!" She screams running around us and he kisses me and I kiss him back.

"We're having another girl, you're officially outnumbered" I say and he laughs as Phoebe continues to scream.

"I think we both are" he says kissing me again and Phoebe jumps and he picks her up and she wraps her arms around my head pulling me close.

"I'm so excited" she says out of breath and I laugh.

"I couldn't tell" I say and she leans her cheek on Chris’ cheek.

"I'm getting a baby sister. I can't wait to meet her" she says trying to catch her breath.

"Hey bee how about we go get some of the powder on auntie Cobie and uncle Taran" I say and she quickly nods and Chris sets her down and she bends down picking some up off the ground and she runs off over to where they are standing.

"I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see em dancing" Phoebe sings laid back as she's cuddled up with Chris and the baby as we watch the little mermaid after coming home from bringing the baby home from the hospital.

"Walking around on those what do you call 'em? Oh, feet" she sings.

"Flipping your fins you don't get too far, legs are required for jumping, dancing, strolling along down a- what's that word again?" Chris sings.

"Street" Phoebe sings loudly and I smile at them.

"Up where they walk, up where they run up where they stay all day in the sun, wondering free. Wish I could be part of that world" she sings quietly grabbing the baby's hand.

"What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?" She sings laying her cheek against Chris' as she watches the movie with tears in her eyes.

"You can try. Oh but I-I love you means you're never ever ever getting rid of me" she sings dancing in place.

"Ready for your check?" I ask.

"Not quite. Pie for everybody. I grew up an only child in the suburb of the city. I spent my days alone, my only friend was a stray kit-"

"Are we going to sing show tunes all day or are we going to get dressed so we can leave?" Chris asks cutting her off and she turns around.

"Daddy you're ruining the video so if you aren't going to sing get out the way" she says trying to push him out the shot and he plants his feet and she starts groaning.

"But I love you means you're never ever ever getting rid of me" he says and she starts giggling.

"Daddy stoppp" she says using her back to add pressure to his leg to move him and she starts to slip and he catches her by her arms and she laughs.

"Okay, I'll move. I wanted to see your mom anyway" he says walking over and kissing me.

"Where's my kiss?" She asks.

"You didn’t want one. All you wanted was for me to get out the way and leave you alone" he says.

"You don't have to leave" she says and he picks her up and she kisses him.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bee, happy birthday to you” everyone sings as Chris walks the cake into the living room where everyone is and she holds Ainsley at the table.

“Come on chunky monkey we have to make a wish and blow out the candles” she says keeping Ainsley from touching the flames as she quickly makes a wish and blows out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” I ask and she looks up at me.

“A million more birthdays like this” she says smiling and I rub her cheek with my thumb and her smile grows.

“Can I cut the cake?” She asks.

“Yeah, the first piece. Daddy will help” I say.

“Yay” she says and I grab Ainsley.

“Bye chunky monkey, I’ll cut you a slice first” she says rubbing her hands together excitedly causing everyone to laugh.

“Chunky monkey can’t have cake yet” Chris says.

“But daddy today is chunky monkeys sixth month birthday and my seventh birthday so she should be able to have cake” she says pulling on her best puppy dog eyes.

“She got you there. Try to say no to that little face” I say and he groans.

“Fine, a little piece” he says.

“Do you hear that chunky monkey, daddy is going to let us eat all the cake” she says playing with leg and he helps her cut the first slice.

Yn and Chris Evan share videos of their seven year old just days after she passes away from cancer letting everyone know that Phoebe’s or Bee’s (as everyone in her life called her) spirit will live on forever.

[miki-snake]

Cockwarming with the HQ Boys

📖: Just some quick random thoughts on how some of the hq boys would be while cockwarming you

🧡: Kenma x reader, Bokuto x reader, Matsukawa x reader and Tendou x reader

⭕️: SMUT, nsfw!, 18+, cockwarming, some degradation, not proofread and maybe kinda rushed at the end idk? 

🔍: 3.3k+

A/N: it got longer than expected;; i need help pls, sm show me how to write short thingz

Kenma Kozume

he doesn’t have a high libido and most of times isn’t the one to initiate things

especially on days when he was exhausted from college and streaming

the first time cockwarming came up wasn’t planned

he was lying on his bed with his switch in his hands playing ac

it would be a lie if you said that u weren’t a little needy but you were also tired

u just wanted to cuddle with him

so u slid up between his arms, head nuzzling against his neck, arms wrapped around his torso and your legs on either side of his waist

for some minutes you two just lay there like that

somehow you unconsciously grind yourself against him and of course it doesn’t go unnoticed

he just lets you do as you wanted and continued playing his game

you realized how you were already dripping wet and started to grind yourself harder against him

it wasn’t unusual for you to dry hump your boyfriend to make yourself come (easiest way for a lazy evening)

the feeling of his cock hardening underneath you sent shivers up your spine

you couldn’t handle it anymore and sat up a little

in a fast pace you slid down your shorts and soiled panties, throwing them across the floor

you looked at Kenma and grabbed the hem of his boxers, desperately wanting feel his hot skin

he nodded his head and in a fast motion his boxers were out of your way

going back to your previous position you wrap your legs around his waist

you sat back down in his lap, his now fully erect cock between your pulsing lips

slowly you moved yourself forth and back

both your juices already mixing with each other

Kenma was still focused on his game but you could hear him letting out some low moans

the slow pace wasn’t enough anymore and so you moved your hips faster and harder against his leaking cock

though you still craved the feeling of being filled by his cock

so suddenly you raised your hips, grabbed his dick and sunk down on his shaft 

you both let out a loud moan and Kenma’s head fell back into his neck

somehow the feeling of being filled by him made you feel warm and the tiredness came back to you

so you just wrapped your arms around his neck, head on his shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of being one with your boyfriend

Kenma asked you why you wouldn’t move

you just shook your head and nuzzled deeper into his neck

he didn’t mind it and went back to playing with his switch

so you two sat there in the silence except from the quiet game music and occasionally you would clamp down on him or he would give a little thrust into your cunt

since that day it became a normal habit in the evening for the both of you but not every time would be as peaceful

It was six o’clock which was Kenma’s usual streaming time and after many requests of wanting to see his girlfriend or for him to play against her, he finally gave in and so you found yourself in his streaming room.

Instead of sitting next to him like any normal person would do, you were sitting on his lap. The chat was filled with comments on how cute you were, how you two look good with each other and some of them asked why your face was so red. You just told them that you were a little embarrassed because it was your first time streaming and you were excited. You were indeed excited but not because of the stream. How could your cheeks not be flushed when your boyfriend's cock was buried deep inside of you while thousands of people were watching you two through a camera.

It was Kenma’s idea because he somehow felt needy that day but he couldn't postpone the stream and who were you to deny your beautiful and cute boyfriend when he was asking you to cockwarm him in the public eye.

So after you two answered some questions he started a game so you and him could play it on stream. His voice was calm as he was explaining the controls but you sure as hell were too distracted to understand what he was telling you. When you would die during the game he would thrust up into you and you’d mask your moan as a groan of disappointment because of your death. He would tease you, telling you to answer some questions in the chat while you waited for the next round to start. Sure it wasn’t easy to be quiet but you couldn’t help and constantly grinned yourself on his cock.

When Kenma died in one round, right before his team won (you were already dead), he thrusted his hips up into you, his cock going even deeper and hitting a spot inside of you that made you lose your mind. You bid yourself hard on your lip, head facing away from the camera and eyes shut, while they rolled back into your head. It was so hard to not let a single noise escape your lips and you weren’t sure if a small whimper maybe left your mouth but in the moment you didn’t care. You just basked in the feeling of your orgasm, trying to ride your high as long as possible but you knew that it couldn’t be that long.

You felt Kenma’s hand on your head and finally you opened your eyes and turned your head back to the audience again. You saw how the viewers were asking you if everything was all right and you told them it was fine and you just felt a little nauseous back there but it already settled down again.

Kenma kept on stroking your hair and he proposed to change the game to Animal Crossing so it was more relaxed for you.

And so you continued the stream and showed them your island, but you didn’t forget Kenma's hard cock that was still filling you up.

Bokuto Kotarou

this man lives for cockwarming

he knows that he is packing and he loves to see how you struggle to take him all in

he’s not only long but also thicc

his cock head spreading your dripping lips until it felt like they’d be torn apart

he lets out a guttural groan when he’s fully seated inside of you

praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl

it would be totally random when he would tell you to come and sit on his cock

like when you two are eating, in the pool or in the car

you two would swim in the pool on a hot summer day

while taking a break he would suddenly grab you by your hips

he’s hauling you over on his lap

fast motion swiping your bottoms to the side

it might be rushed but he’s still careful of not hurting you

teasing you a bit and letting his tip run up and down your gaping hole

also circling around your clit

finally he’s pushing the fat tip into you

slowly so you could feel every vein on his cock that was grazing ur walls

loves to suck on your nipples while pushing u down

still keeping his eyes on ur face tho

he needs to see ur needy and strained face

watching how your eyes roll back, mouth open and the tip of ur tongue hanging out

you do try to tell him that it’s too much (even though u don’t wanna stop)

and he just chuckles at you

keeping a firm grip on ur hips and holding you down

after what feels like hours you reach the base of his dick

he’s pulsing inside of you and can’t help but clamp down on him

you were outside in the pool do you tried to keep ur voice down

but not possible

you whimper and moan and groan etc.

so when he’s completely inside of you he starts walking out of the water

with you in his arms he climbs out as if you were a part of him

he sits down on the sun bed and just keeps you in place

sometime he would even doze off like that

Bokuto is impatient tho so it won’t stop at just cockwarming

You now found yourself on the floor of your living room with your boyfriend hovering over your body and his hard, thick cock buried inside of you. After he woke up from his little nap he wasted no time to grab you at your hips and move you up and down his cock. You, still half in your sleep, couldn't help but let out a low groan. He sat back up  and used the new position to drive his cock even deeper into you. His eyes were still a bit unfocused from just waking up but it didn’t stop him from looking at your beautiful face that slowly twisted into a mask of pleasure. Even though you enjoyed the work out you two did at the moment, you asked him to stop for a moment. Bokuto listened to you and asked you what was wrong and you told him that you two should go inside to continue the little fun you had. He didn’t respond and just picked you up and sprinted into the house. He nearly tripped and fell down the floor but that was when he decided to just lay you down and continue in your living room.

Mattsukawa Issei

“Come on y/n, we both know how much you need me to move my cock in your sweet, little, juicy cunt. Just tell me what to do and how you want it, so I can give you your deserved pleasure, my baby owl.”, he said to you with his low scratchy voice and you just squirm underneath him. “I need you to move, please fuck me with your thick, fat cock, I need to feel it. I need to cum, please.”, you cried out to him and without a warning he started to pound into you at a fast pace, rocking your body against the hardwood floor. You could already feel the familiar coil building up inside of you, the previous hours of cockwarming already making you feel  sensitive and stimulating you to no end. Bokuto didn’t slow down and just kept on rolling his hips into yours, occasionally grazing against your oversensitive clit. “Ko- Kotarouuuu I need to come, please let me come, I can’t take it anymore!”, and so you felt how his thumb went down on your clit, rubbing and twisting it. His lips found your hard, rosy buds again, tonguing and sucking on them, his teeth scraping the prickling skin. All of the stimulation made your head spin and your orgasm hit you like a shockwave. Your mouth wide open, a silent scream coming out of it and your nails digging into Bokuto’s back. As you slowly came out of your orgasmic state, you realized that Bokuto’s still humping you and desperately chasing his high. He was overstimulating you and you needed a break, so you spoke up to help him reach his climax. “Kou please come for me. I need you to come for me, need to feel all of your hot and sticky cum flooding my pussy. I want it all deep inside of me, come on Kou wanna feel it dripping out of my little cunny.”

And with that he lost all of his control, hips moving erratically and a loud moan leaving his mouth, while you felt how your insides were filled with his hot cum. He fell down on you and buried his face in your chest, you both stayed like that, relaxing in the afterglow.  

if you think that Bokuto would tear you apart, this man is going to break you

he is the epitome of a thick and long cock

there is no way that you could just cockwarm him randomly

usually you two do it in your bedroom

you still need to get prepped beforehand

so some fingering has to be done or you’d only be able to get the tip in

like Bokuto he loves to see you struggle and knows how much you have to take

he takes it slow on you at first

prepping you with his long fingers and maybe even eating you out (if you’ve been a good girl) 

he’d take his time, enjoying how you’d mewl above him 

he would get you sloppy wet but wouldn’t let you come 

when he thinks you’re ready to take him he sits back up 

he’d still take some lube and spread it on his cock just to be sure

he might like to add a little pain in the play but he’s aware of his size and it shouldn’t hurt more than necessary

so you’re slowly sliding down his cock 

you already feel the stretching and straining 

your walls are instantly clamping down on him which makes it harder to move

he tells you to relax and rubs your clit to distract you from the pain 

taking a deep breath you try to regain your composure

his tip was already in and you start to move a little up and down a bit

that way you can slowly get him deeper inside of you 

half way in you beg him to just leave it that 

you already felt too full 

but he won’t stop there and grabs your hips to push you down 

when he bottoms out you felt tears prickling in your eyes

Mattsun comes ups and kisses them away

he looks down on your belly and nearly comes at the sight 

your stomach was bulging from his long cock 

you felt it, the strain against you belly button 

you still felt a bit pain but it was overshadowed by the pleasure of being filled 

you two just lie there and enjoy each others presence 

but it was sure to end soon

Tendou Satori

Even though he was only inside of  you and not moving, you felt completely stimulated. The veins of his cock were pulsing against you inner walls and his trimmed hair was pressed against your clit. “What is it? Is having my cock deep inside of our slutty hole not enough for you?”, he asked you with his deep voice in a taunting manner. You don’t react to him and so he thrusts his hips up in a fast motion and you nearly screamed. Even after spending some time with his cock inside of you, you won’t ever get accustomed to his size. “If you want it all you have to do is beg for a it like a little slut you are, alright babygirl?”, he moved his hands up to cup your face and you have no other choice but to look him right into the eyes. His eyes were devouring you already, full of desire and making you feel all hot and bothered. 

You felt like a dam broke inside of you and the words just came rushing out of you. “Please daddy, I need to feel more than that. I’m your little slut and your pussy needs to be filled with all of your cum, please.”, you whined and slowly moved your hips on his cock, the feeling of being stretched still accompanying you. “Well said babygirl. Alright I guess I can’t leave you hangin then right?”, he smirked and thrusted into you from below. The tip of his cock kept on pushing against the inside of your stomach, reminding you of how big he actually was. He moved in a fast pace and circled his thumb around your clit. You had to hold onto him or else the impact his thrusts might have thrown you off of him. To say that he was wild was an understatement. He flipped you around on your back, his cock never sliding out of you and got back to his frenzy pace. His pants were fanning your face and you felt how he was slowly pushing you off the tip. He could feel how your walls were clenching down on him even more than usual and he knew you were close. His thrusts also became irregular and he landed a slap on your clit. That was what you needed to fall off the cliff, full speed into your sexual heaven. Mattsun followed you into his own high and spurts of cum were painting the insides of your now wrecked pussy white. 

He circled his arms around your body and rolled off to the side, so he wouldn’t crush you. He pulled you into his chest, nose buried inside your hair and you two doze off into the dreamland. 

he’s a fucking tease

cockwarming is smth you two casually do 

like when you lounge on the couch and watch anime together

he was the first one to initiate it 

but now none of you has too really say anything and it just happens

most of the times just cockwarming isn’t enough for you tho 

he knows that but he wouldn’t move in any way 

you would have to do all of the work

teases you and makes fun of you being so needy 

you two started to watch the new season of bnha 

somehow along the way you moved onto his lap and slipped his dick into you

just happens you know

so you two continue to watch the movie but you start to feel the tingle inside your stomach

you think you’re sly and moved forward to grab your drink so you could feel him moving inside of you

the problem was

you did that like every five minutes

so he picked up on our habit and just told you to give him your drink he’s gonna hold it for you

that ass

so you started to get impatient and squirmed on his lap 

you could hear him chuckle 

so you turned around and glared at him 

he just shrugs at you and is like:

you wanna get off? do it yourself

“What’s going on? You look so troubled.”, you knew he was teasing you and you already knew that if you want something to happen, you had to do it yourself. So, you turned around until you were facing him, your hands on his shoulders and you started to move your hips. “Oh! So that’s what was keeping your mind occupied? I already knew that you weren’t focused on the tv but I didn’t think that you were thinking about fucking yourself on my cock.”, he laughed at you but that didn’t stop your movements. No, you even started to move faster so you could see him pant and flustered as you felt. Well, it won’t be that easy because he knows which buttons to press for you to break first. “So, you’re just using me like a fucktoy? Oh, you’re such a desperate little bitch, you couldn’t even watch the movie without thinking about stuffing your stupid cunt full of my cock?”, he knew how much his dirty talk was affecting you and your pussy clenched down on him at every word he said. Your juice was already dripping down o his cock and thighs, the whole scene a complete mess. That was fine with you though because you wouldn’t describe yourself other than a mess at the moment. A moaning mess, a hot and bothered mess, just a fucking mess for none other than Tendou Satori. The knot in your stomach was starting loosen and you felt how even more slick dripped down your thighs. Suddenly he thrusted his hips upwards into you and the climax came crashing down on you. Your body tensed up, thighs pressed against Tendou’s legs and eyes rolled back into your head. He’s following suit and thick squirts of his heavy creamy cum are rushing into you, making you feel even fuller than you already are. The episode was still running in the background, while you two panted from the exercise and you just sit there, taking your well deserved break. 

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𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢-𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙾𝚑𝚜𝚑𝚌

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Smut

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘m

a/n: i imagined him with less of a lolita type body/face and more of a short character

(3rd POV)

Right now, you were sitting in the garden of Ouran high school, you were drawing in your sketchbook listening to some music just trying to relax.

You were drawing the beautiful roses in the garden when you felt someone sit next to you, you removed the earbuds you were listening to music through and glanced to the side of you. You saw a short childlike boy sitting next to you looking at what you were drawing or in other words, your boyfriend.  

You smiled seeing him, he then looked up at you, and ginned widely, “Hi (Y/N)-Chan~” he cheered, “Hello Honey-senpai, what are you doing here?” you asked. “I was just looking for you, I was also wondering if you wanted to go to my house later?!” he asked you now standing up on the bench.

You thought about it for a while, you did have homework but surely you would have time to do it at Honey’s house, right? 

“S-sure, I’d love to,” you answer, he jumped up cheering, “Yay!” he cheered, “Oh and Mori won't be there today~” he mentioned, this made you a bit confused, why would that matter? You asked yourself, “Oh u-um ok?” he then latched on to your arm tugging at you.

Standing up and putting your things away you followed his pulling. 

“Where are we going Honey?” you questioned as you both entered the school building, “Were going to the host club!” he answered, this made you nervous. You had been to the host club during club hours since Honey had asked you to, but you didn’t really appreciate all the attention it brought you to. 

The ladies would always swoon over your two’s relationship since you were the sweet, shy, tall typed with the cute, loli-shota type so they would always surround you both when you were there.

The other host members also tend to rope you in with their ‘acts’, the twins would target you for their romance acts which always made you blush hard.  

“Oh, do I h-have to come with you?” you asked hoping you didn’t have to come, “Yeah! It’ll be fun!” he said still pulling you. You sighed knowing there was no escape from your fate.

You both walked through the school halls having a small chat though it was mostly one sided with Honey talking about this mew cake flavor he tried that morning.

You both then arrived at the front of the music rooms doors, opening the doors you saw the club preparing for club opening.  

“Hi everyone, I brought (Y/N) with me!” Honey announced to everyone, suddenly everyone stopped, they all stopped their actions and turned to look at you making you blush from the sudden attention. 

“Good evening (L/N) will you be staying during club hours?” Kyoya asked you to walk in front you continuing to write inside of his death note...I mean notebook. You just nodded your head up and down, Honey then pulled you to his table where Mori was waiting sitting down on the couch.

You sat across from him waving at him, he nodded smiling sightly at you and giving you a small wave. 

Haruhi came over to you and gave you a small hug, and a smile, “Hello (Y/N) how are you?” she asked, you and Haruhi were actually good friends considering you helped her with a subject she sort of struggle with, she also trusted you because of your sweet, shy demeanor. 

“Good” you replied, she nodded walking back to her table. 

Honey left to the kitchen and came back with two cakes setting them on the table before plopping himself next to you, digging into his cake. “Alright gentlemen, club hours have started!” Tamaki announced, that’s when the girls started flooding in each going to their chosen hosts.

Three girls came over to your table and sat down next you, two sitting next to Mori and one next to Honey. 

“Hello Honey-senpai, hello Mori,” they greeted the hosts, “I see you came today (Y/N)-senpai” one of the girls said looking at you, you nodded, “Yes Honey wanted me to come today,” you explained, “Ah~ how sweet~” one girl swooned, you just blushed and looked away causing the girls to blush and squeal more. 

                  ~(After School)~

You and Honey had arrived at his house you set your school stuff down and followed Honey to his room. Once you entered his room, he turned to you, “Do you want to watch a movie and eat some sweets!?” he asked smiling, you simply nodded he then turned and went into his closet grabbing some of your clothes that you left here from last time. 

He handed it to you and then turned around, he began removing his clothes. You turned around blushing and started to change into your own clothes.

You both finished changing and headed over to his bed where the servants had delivered some sweets and snacks, you both got comfortable with you resting your head on the bed frame and Honey cuddling into your side. 

You both started watching a movie that Honey had chosen, he said he watched the trailer and that it was good, you didn’t really recognize the title thought it was cool. You thought it looked cool, so you agreed to watch it. (having no clue as to what it was about   

You got a couple of minutes into the movie and it was going well until there was spicy~ scene, you blushed evading your eyes from the screen and turning your head. You blushed embarrassed for some reason but then you felt a hand on your thigh. 

You turned your head back seeing Honeys hand sliding onto your thigh, “H-honey senpai?” you asked looking into his eyes.

He just kept his smile, getting up and climbing onto your lap. “(Y/N)-chan~” he said in a soft seductive voice. 

Blushing your eyes widened when he put both of his hands on your face pulling you in for a kiss slowly, your lips finally connecting he leaned into you. You were shocked for a second before closing your eyes and kissing back shyly, leaning in slightly.

 Honeys hand went up and down your chest slowly sending a shiver down your spine. 

He pulled away from you smiling you were still flustered though, “Honey w-what?” He just smiled innocently before going down until his face was in front of your zipper. “Can I (Y/N)-Chan?” he asked looking up at you.

You just nodded; Honey slowly pulled you pants down, putting his hand on your bulge and massaging it.  

Pulling down your boxers, your dick sprung in front of him he licked his lips before taking it all in his mouth gagging himself. You placed you hand on his head as he bobbed his head up and down sucking on the tip before pulling away.

“H-Honey please~?” you said breathlessly, “What do you want me to do (Y/N)- chan~” he asked smirking, something you’ve only ever seen while you were both in bed.

“Please ride me~” you said closing your eyes from embarrassment. Honey just nodded before he abruptly slid down on your cock, the sudden tightness and warmth made you let out a loud groan.  

He then started moving his hips up and down with his hands on your chest to hold himself up, “(Y/N) ~ S-so big ah~” he moaned. Opening your eyes again you saw honey with tears in his eyes, his face had a huge blush, his mouth hung open as moans poured out from the feeling of being filled by you.

You then grabbed his legs and changed positions, “(Y/N) ~! What are you-” “I’m sorry Honey but I can’t hold on anymore.” you said grabbing his legs and thrusting into him fast and hard. 

 Honey tossed his head back as you continuously hit his prostate, “(Y/N)! ~ agh s-so good~ hah! ~” he moaned his body trembling as he wrapped his legs and arms around your body holding on tight. 

Looking down you could see a small bump appear in his stomach, his hair messy and his body shining with sweat making you hornier and thrusting harder into him, his tears running down his face from the pleasure.  

“(Y/N) ~ I'm going to c-cum,” he whimpered pulling on your hair as his body to shake harder, thrusting into him you groaned when you finally thrusted into him making you go deeper than before and releasing deep inside of him.

He threw his head back as his body started convulsing, the feeling of your seed deep inside of him made small hearts appear in his eyes with his tongue sticking out.

  Cumming on his stomach he let out one last long moan, “A-Aagh~!”  

Your breaths mingled together as you both stayed still trying to regain your breathes from the hard round.

Pulling out you collapsed next to Honey pulling him into your chest where he weakly held onto you. “I love you (Y/N)-chan~” he whispered, you smiled softly, “I l-love you too Honey.

♥︎♡︎♥︎

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 :) 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[itsthemoofacewriting]

It’s heaven in your arms - Chapter 2

Welcome back!

You guys, I was so nervous posting this and everyone’s been so lovely ;_;

I don’t know if anyone picked up on it, but my title has two meanings. One, because it’s a bed sharing trope and two, because Ace died in Luffy’s arms. I’m a monster, I know.

Summary: It may have been two years since Ace’s death but, for Luffy, sometimes it still felt like just yesterday. Or, sometimes, something beautiful can blossom from a place of hurt. Raining: K+ 

You can also find this on AO3 and FFN. 

Enjoy!

It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

But when he’d shot her those excited puppy eyes and asked if they could have another sleepover, she’d found herself caving. Even more so when the thought cropped into her head that maybe he was asking because he was struggling. She’d rather know where he was if he was going to be upset than worry about him being all alone out on the deck.

She’d raised an eyebrow when Luffy had arrived with Zoro in tow but that had been quickly snuffed out when he’d smugly said, “A one-time thing, huh?”

From there on the second time turned into a third time and then a fourth and now she’d lost count of how many times this had happened. It wasn’t every night, mind you, as they all had watches and if one of them couldn’t be there, then it was an unspoken rule that the others would sleep separately. Although she couldn’t be sure that Luffy and Zoro didn’t in the men’s room, but she’d seen those bunks and they’d never mentioned it.

The point was, it’d turned into a routine that no one blinked an eye at, and she’d even got them bathing regularly because there was no way either of them were getting in without being clean.

She’d also never slept better than she did when she had those two in her bed, piled in whichever way they found themselves throughout the night. Luffy liked to be the big spoon, which was something she felt like she shouldn’t know but did, he almost insisted on it even as he climbed in first and took an end. It was a funny sight when Zoro ended up in the middle, his hulking figure being cuddled up to by Luffy. The person on the other end was hardly left out when he stretched his arm to curl around them. It was like he was trying to keep them all close.

When they weren’t being spooned by Luffy, another favourite was when Zoro would lay on his back, an arm thrown out either side and she’d naturally gravitate towards him until her head was on his chest or tucked into his shoulder. His beefiness made a nice pillow, something Luffy must have agreed with as he normally mirrored her on the other side.

She’d stopped being flustered by all of this long ago, it was easy to get over when they did it all the time and neither said anything about it.

She did, however, question whether it was right that she had a preferred sleeping preference with the both of them and that she was ranking them.

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Nami was sunning herself on her lounger, it was a pleasant day with the sun out, the ocean still and the background noise of Luffy, Chopper and Usopp running around in the distance. Footsteps approaching caught her attention only to see Robin making her way over, two drinks in hand that must have come from Sanji and a third arm holding a book. She greeted the other woman silently, turning her head to smile at her before facing the sun again and closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth on her skin.

There truly was no better way to spend the day-

“My invitation to your little sleepovers must have got lost in the mail.”

Nami was ripped from her peace as she gaped, feeling heat flush through her body at this finally being acknowledged. She shot a nervous look at Zoro who was sleeping only a few feet away from her sun lounger against the railing. Just because he looked like he was asleep, didn’t mean he was, but when he didn’t move or twitch or give any indication that he might be awake, she let herself relax slightly.

And focus back on the woman next to her still staring her down for an answer. Even though it was a statement, she felt the need to explain herself.  

“No- Robin! It isn’t… like that?” She could almost feel the ghost of Luffy’s breath against her skin and Zoro’s arm wrapped around waist, an unwelcome reminder to contrast her words.

Robin hummed, a look in her eye that told Nami she didn’t buy it. “You three looked adorable all cuddled up this morning.”

Of all the ways she thought she was going to die throughout her life, at the hands of Arlong, dropping from Skypiea or on Whole Cake Island to name a few, she never imagined this would be it. Embarrassed to death.

How was she going to explain that this had started with comforting Luffy and snowballed into whatever the hell they were doing now.

She didn’t have to either as Luffy came barrelling over with a chirp of “Nami!”, unaware of their conversation or her embarrassment only to make it worse by squeezing himself onto her sun lounger, ignoring how close they were or that he was practically laying over her. He chattered excitedly next to her, telling her about what him, Usopp and Chopper had been doing, at one point using her straw to take a long gulp from her drink and all the while she was very aware of Robin’s eyes on her the whole time.

“It’s sweet. I’m happy for you three,” Robin said as soon as Luffy bounded off after telling her his short story.

He was out of sight soon enough, but her eyes naturally trailed over to Zoro, only to find his eye trained on her already. She couldn’t be sure whether he’d heard what Robin had just said, but the smile he gave her before closing his eye again certainly didn’t help.

It was full of warmth.  

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‘It’s sweet. I’m happy for you three.’

Robin’s words replayed in her head, over and over.

The last couple of weeks washed over her. Robin’s words bringing to the forefront how Luffy and Zoro’s behaviour had changed.

Luffy was the first one up in the mornings, unable to wait for either of them to wake up as he heard Sanji bustling around the kitchen and the lure of food too strong that he’d hastily take off, plastering a hurried kiss on the cheek or forehead of whoever was closest. Sure, it’d stunned her at first, but he’d done it to Zoro too and the other man hadn’t even blinked, so she’d let it go. Even if it did take her by surprise each time.

Then it just left Nami and Zoro by themselves to wake up together. He was so casual as he stretched, murmuring out a “mornin’” as he removed his arm from wherever it was laying against her body and it lingered a second too long, brushing against her skin. It was more subtle than Luffy’s gesture, but this was Zoro. It might as well be the same act.

She felt like an elephant in the room needed to be addressed, yet neither of them acted like anything had changed.

Outside the bedroom it changed too.

Where she used to be alone in the library as she drew maps, Zoro would now be napping against her desk or on the sofa, saying how it was quieter in there and because she was so cranky, they wouldn’t be disturbed. Luffy would soon gravitate towards them, asking questions about her maps that he didn’t really listen to the answer to, or he’d go lay his head on Zoro’s lap whilst he slept, a rare moment of calm that would punish them later as he bounded around.

Luffy would find her more often too, clambering over her seat if she was sun lounging or bringing over things that he’d found and deemed ‘cool’. Kind of like how a cat would bring mice to its owner to impress them… not that she was Luffy’s owner.

They still hung out with their other friends, but instead there’d be Zoro’s arm casually thrown over the back of her chair and Luffy at her other side, a hand constantly finding a way to touch her or draw her into his chaos.

Small shifts, so subtle it had taken her this long to piece it together.

It was almost like…

Almost like they were in a relationship. The three of them.

It made her stomach churn, but she didn’t know if it was in a good or bad way, like how it did when she was dreading something or excited.

And then the final puzzle piece slotted into place.

Oh.

She was in a relationship with them. Or at least the early stages but it was all there, for everyone to see and she’d missed it every step of the way. Her thoughts were jumbled. Too many fighting to be at the forefront and how had she not figured this out sooner?

Her mind had been running for hours whilst she was squished between Zoro and Luffy, staring up at the ceiling. It was still dark outside and all she’d done all night was drift in and out of sleep. She had more hours left to sleep, but she couldn’t calm her mind enough for it.

She rolled onto her side to face Zoro, in his sleep Luffy sensed her movement and filled the slither of free space to spoon up behind her, his breath heavy against her neck. She studied Zoro’s profile, from the scar covering his eye, which when he slept like that she couldn’t tell if he was awake, to the strong line of his nose, the normal severe expression softened in his sleeping state. Even when he slept on the deck, he didn’t look that relaxed, this was something privy to her and Luffy.

There was no way around it. She was attracted to him, and she couldn’t deny looking down at his lips a few times recently as he spoke. They looked dry, like he needed a good slather of lip balm over them, but she it didn’t stop her from entertaining the thought of pressing her lips against his. Luffy’s on the other hand, looked softer and she wondered if the texture was the same as his skin, still soft like human skin but there was a hint of resistance, of elasticity there. She was attracted to Luffy too, his carefree grin and contagious enthusiasm. How weir-

What she wasn’t expecting was for Zoro to suddenly stretch and stir, making a noise of contentment before he rolled over to face her and she didn’t have the sense the clamp her eyes shut in time. She stared back into a lone grey eye.

“Y’alrigh’?” Zoro slurred out, still caught in the grasp of sleep as he settled into his new position.

“Yeah.” She sounded too awake for how early it was and too vacant, unsure, that it caught his attention.

“What’s wrong?” More coherent now.

“Zoro… is this not a bit weird?” Luffy’s arm tightened around her, and he snuggled further into her back.

Zoro had already turned to face her, his arm haphazardly thrown over her, but after her question she could feel the shift, how he was looking at her before but now she could tell she had his full attention. He stared at her, all the signs of sleep or tiredness from before gone from his face. His eye was trained on her and it felt like she was being accessed, that he was trying to look through her.

Another second passed until he answered with a shrug.

“I dunno, maybe, but when have we ever done anything by the book?”

He made a good point and when had she ever cared what others thought?

Her silence seemed to make him take a step back, second guessing the intention of her previous question, as he asked, “Do you want to stop doing this?” The arm over her waist lightened, like he was ready to remove it at a moment’s notice and if she thought she was being accessed before, it was nothing compared to now. His gaze scrutinizing, flittering around her face for any sign of discomfort.

She considered it for a second but the thought of going back to an empty bed permanently made her ache. There’d be no whispering as they tried to go off to sleep, no elbows digging her in the night, no snoring in her ears and it wouldn’t be like an oven all the time with their combined body heat. It’d be cold and silent.

It sounded awful.

“No,” she whispered and Zoro’s arm rested back over her body like before, palm splayed across her waist and squeezing slightly, like he was encouraging her to continue. “But what if- what if this…” ‘doesn’t work out’, She wanted to say.

It didn’t matter, he was on the same page. “This is Luffy we’re talking about. And it’s me.”

He was telling her to trust them. Trust that this would all be okay regardless of the outcome because it was them, and they’d been through hell and back with each other since the very beginning.

And she did, the instinct flaring up instantly to calm her down.  

“Yeah, okay,” she agreed, body relaxing and mind going blissfully silent with that little piece of reassurance.

“Good, then go to sleep, you’re gunna wake up cranky otherwise.”

He was pushing his luck, but she’d let it slide right now mainly because one, she didn’t want to wake Luffy (he was almost as bad as a baby when woken) and because he’d just been very sweet just then, in his own gruff way. And she was feeling generous.

A moment after closing her eyes there were warm lips pressing against her forehead and she sensed a slight hesitation there before they were gone. She cracked her eye open to look at him, but his eye was clamped shut stubbornly, pretending that he hadn’t done anything. There was no mistaking the blush on his cheeks though.

In the morning, when Luffy performed his routine of frantically jumping out of the bed to chase Sanji to the kitchen, he placed his usual hurried kiss on her cheek but this time around, she leaned into it with a smile on her face.

.

.

.

Since that night, things had changed. Everything seemed easier, casual touches that she no longer overthought and, if anything, she leaned more into them.

All of it felt more natural but then maybe that was because she’d relaxed.

Like déjà vu, Nami was on her sun lounger the next day. The hot weather from the day had simmered down into a mild evening and she was making the most of the quiet before they did it all over again tomorrow. Robin was next to her too, reading with the little light naturally left, she’d be moving indoors soon to carry on.

Nami’s eyes stung a bit, from the lack of sleep the night before and she hadn’t napped, but she felt lighter after last night. So much so that she confessed, “I’m in a relationship with Luffy and Zoro.”

Robin stopped reading and turned to smile at her patiently. “It would appear you are, are you happy about it?”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling her cheeks go rosy. “We can make arrangements though, it’s your room too,” she added as an afterthought.

“As long as it stays pg, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

She spluttered, her previously rosy cheeks turning red as it spread hotly across her face and down her neck. She’d only just wrapped her head around the fact she was in a relationship with them, she couldn’t even think about that yet.

“Besides, I believe I have somewhere else to sleep tonight.”

Robin looked over her shoulder and Nami peered behind her to see Franky walking off to his workshop.

Oh.

Nami’s grin turned teasing, it was only fair with what she’d had to put up with recently, except her fun was interrupted by Luffy calling from the women’s room stopped her in her tracks, Zoro poking his head out of the frame to grunt at her. Honestly, as if it wasn’t her room.  

“I believe you’re being called for by your boyfriends,” Robin teased, twinkle in her eye.

“This isn’t over!” Nami pointed her finger at her.

“I didn’t doubt it.”

She crossed the deck, on her way to her room when the thought from last night popped into the forefront of her mind and how she could actually act on it now.

Zoro’s mouth opened when she appeared in the doorway, no doubt something snarky about her being the last one present but she couldn’t hear it over the blood thumping in her ears.

She marched over to them on the bed, a woman on a mission and Luffy looked at her curiously until he yelped as her hands cupped his face and brought him into a kiss. He hesitated for a second until his hands gripped her arms and his lips responded in kind. Whilst it was clear he lacked experience, enthusiasm dripped from the kiss and it more than made up for it as his lips moved eagerly against hers. She angled her head, encouraging him to do that same and trying to keep up with the frantic pace he was setting, all the while batting down a smile. It was him all over, joyful and chaotic and she didn’t know if she’d ever get enough of it.

They pulled apart and there was a split second of relief in his eyes, like maybe he thought this moment was never coming, before it was trampled by his excitement, and he beamed at her.

“You want one too?” She teased, looking over at Zoro, eyebrow raised in challenge.  

Zoro’s response was a heavy palm on the back of her neck that had them both leaning in, over Luffy, to meet in the middle for a kiss much different from hers with Luffy. Zoro’s pace was slower, more thorough as he took his time against her lips, yet it was firm. He had a bit more knowledge, he was surer in himself, and it showed as she sunk into the kiss, for once letting herself be led. She enjoyed it just as much and she knew she’d relish taking her time to pull apart the differences between them, savouring the way they both made her feel.

A daring swipe of her tongue across his bottom lip and then they broke apart, Luffy in the background demanding another kiss when Zoro smugly said, “Took you long enough.”

He wouldn’t look so smug when she pushed him off the bed tonight.            

Luffy’s pleas weren’t ignored when Zoro said, “Captain,” to capture the other boy’s attention and tugged on his vest to kiss him and it made her feel warm, a flutter in her stomach because whilst she wasn’t a part of the kiss, she was a part of them. The three of them.

Luffy looked dazed and then elated when they broke apart, grin splitting his face and there was a glint in his eye that told her more kisses would be demanded before they went to sleep.

She’d get changed and brush her teeth before getting in bed, maybe check that both of them have done that already because she didn’t remember smelling or tasting mint on their breath, when something caught her eye.

There was a space in the middle for her already.

And she smiled; her boys.

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It’s been a while since I’ve had a fic practically write itself, I’ve missed that.

Luffy and Zoro may be idiots most of the time, but they’re both emotionally smart, it’s been shown time and time again. Nami, on the other hand, is in some cases but she’s also a bit of a worrywart too. So yeah, they kinda eased Nami into what was developing because they didn’t want to freak her out.

As always, please excuse any errors.  

If you got this far, thanks for reading, it means a lot.

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

🕯Anon said: hi sweetheart 🕊 can you write about armin having a quiet night with the reader? something like wearing comfy pajamas, fairy lights, cute little candles, incense, soft songs and maybe some reading? and they just cuddling? 🥺 i think about that whenever i go to sleep and do all of the above, but i'm just by myself lmao anyways, thank you so much 🌸 (btw i'm the anon who asked you about the armin x painter!reader 🥺 hello 🥺 i just love how you write can we be friends please) 🕯

Quiet night with Armin

{ Armin x Reader | tw:none | sleep help, comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Twilight, Valley of the Genesee" 1865 by Samuel Colman 1832 - 1920 }

Shimmering golden hues weaved across pastel blue walls in the form of strings, crossing the bookshelf before making a turn at the plants corner, illuminating the room with a soft warm glow.

Your head rested against the satin pillow, just right above Armin's shoulder, close enough that you can see the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. The ends of his hair ghosting over your cheek whenever he leaned to tell a particular clever line of the book he's been reading to you.

You can't exactly remember the name of it, but you can clearly recall his excited smile this morning when showing it to you.

"It's one of my favourites" he said, "the last time i got to reread it was in high-school, has it really been that long?" And that's all you can remember from the conversation before it got sidetracked by him asking if you had lunch yet.

There's definitely something to be said about rereading a book over and over again, a sense of familiarity, an attachment to the characters, plot and world setting. It's almost magic how quickly your comfort book, show or movie can turn a horrible day into a nice one, making it the silver lining.

Looking at the way Armin would pause for a second after some lines, or chuckle at random scenes, like it's an inside joke between him and his mind, you can tell he's definitely recalling some good memories.

Just like how he's adding to his list of comfort memories by sharing this experience with you, he wants you to be a part of this silly book he once picked up as a child and continued to revisit every few years.

You glance at the remaining pages, just as he flips another one to start anew. You've already finished a third of the book, only a quarter remaining.

It's not that you're getting impatient, but it's more that the soft blanket draped over you, the warmth of Armin's body pressed next to yours and the sound of his voice, are all luring you into a hazy cloudy state where your eyelids feel too heavy and turning your head to check the clock seems too exhausting.

How long has it been? since you curled up against him right after you went to put your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink.

You don't have the heart to tell him that your brain stopped registering the words he's saying and instead listens to the tone of his soft-spoken voice and reacts accordingly. Stealing another glance at the remaining pages, you notice a few missing, okay good, just a few more. You can hold on right?

Right?

Forcing your eyes open, you suppress a yawn threatening to rise before curling even closer to his shoulder, face against his neck, hand over his chest.

Instead of focusing on his calming heartbeat, you try to focus your attention on different things, like the smell of snowdrops flowers filling the room from the scented incense sitting on the nightstand. 

Snowdrops, the milky bell-like flowers who befriended the cold harsh snow herself.

An ancient German tale that Armin told you, on one early spring morning. When the universe was just in bloom, as the earth shaped its form and the plants dressed themselves, when the god in the heavens above just created snow, she was told to go seek her colours from the flowers below.

She came with her request, but the flowers turned their heads, refusing to acknowledge her for she is the reason for the harsh weather, deeming their life spans short, overzealous and jealous, protecting their colours from the merciless lady snow. 

She was left all alone, friendliness, colourless with no love or sympathy from a soul.

Except for one, came knocking on her door, head bowed down and humbly offered to share. Snowdrops were the flowers that warmed the snow's heart, and so white was the colour in which snow was known.

Snow made a vow, to always protect her one and only friend, even from her own self. Under her watchful gaze, snowdrops were gifted with warmth that let them be the first flowers to bloom when winter bid her goodbyes as spring was arriving soon.

You've never seen snowdrops the same since, their delicate and shy nature standing out between all the proud flowers, you even suggested planting some to Armin.

"...but sweetheart" you remember him saying with a frown, " snowdrops are poisonous."

…

Yeah, and so getting their scented incense was the second best option available.

You hear the sound of another page being turned, fewer left to go, just hold on a bit longer.

Wondering the room with your eyes, your gaze fell on the straw sunhat hanging from the on the back of a chair. It's Armin's favourite, he'd always wear it when the sun was particularly bright that day.

you remember him saying it was a gift from his grandpa when he was a child.

His grandpa...didn't you visit his farm a few months ago?

...yeah you did, you can recall clearly, how you were:

Squinting your eyes to avoid the bright sun, you wiped the sweat collecting on your forehead before leaning your head back against the wooden wall. The occasional passing cool breeze distracting you from the dryness in your throat, even after moving to sit in the shade your skin still felt too hot.

The grassy fields in front stretched wide before ending in white pained fences, where the crops patches for vegetables started.

The sudden gentle waves of cool air against your skin made you glance to the side, where Armin was fanning you with his hat, while holding a tray with two ice filled lemonades in his other hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go inside?" He said, sitting next to you before handing you the cold drink, "you've already done a lot, I'll do take care of the rest."

You've been helping Armin with the farm work since sunrise, feeding the animals together and watering the crops, saying you're exhausted from the scorching hot sun was an underestimation.

And yet, somehow Armin seems unaffected. Not a sign of being bothered as he sat there next to you with his rolled up sleeves and cuffed pants, the slight flushing to his face was the only thing he got from the sun.

"Yeah, I need to lay down a bit." You remember saying, after emptying your drink in one go.

"If that's the case then-" setting the tray aside, Armin patted his lap while looking at you, "Come here."

Too tired to protest, you layed your head on his thigh, feeling your back stretching and the cool air from his fanning was already making you feel better.

"You know, there's a story my grandpa used to tell me about the sun."

An Australian folklore, about a time when the earth was merged in absolute Darkness, when even the stars refused to light up the sky.

Eternal darkness was the fate of humanity, as people were spent their lives carrying torches to light up their way.

Gnowee was an alone mother in a forsaken world, left to fend for her little son. Each day while he slept safely, she'd venture into the the fields in search for plants or seeds. Knowing very well that's it's a matter of life and death if she couldn't come back with something edible.

Each day she'd come with whatever she could find, feeding it to her son even if it meant sleeping on an empty stomach.

But with food scarce and the abyss looming at every corner, things were harder each day.

One day after rocking her child to sleep, she quietly left with her torch to dig for yams she saw on her way last time. Retracting her footsteps, it was a long journey but she knew it'd be worth it.

And so she walked and walked till she reached the place, began digging the ground but dirt and mud was all that she could find. But she couldn't just go back to her son empty handed, and so she wandered far.

She wandered so far in fact that she reached the end, not the end of her journey but the end of the earth itself.

Somehow, in someway she managed to pass from under it, her will for her son to live another day far greater that anything, and so she emerged from the other side.

The void.

Where nothingness lived.

Looking at the vast empty space, she didn't know where she was, the line between the ground and walls was so blurred that she thought she's floating.

Panic and dread filled her mind as she raised her torch higher and higher, attempting to clear a path for her to see. For she had to go back to her son, all alone sleeping by himself.

Climbing the sky was her only solution, as she wondered the world, unknowingly lighting up a path with her as she went.

"And so the Sun Goddess wonders the sky above, in search for her son." Armin told you that day, before offering you his own lemonade to drink because he was still worried about you.

...

You can't recall how that day ended, you think you might have fell asleep on his lap right after.

The fairylights on the wall reminded you of the clear stars sky you've seen while on the farm, his grandfather was a really sweet guy too.

With your mind still coulded in drowsiness, your hearing was also delayed apparently, since you just noticed the book in Armin's hold was closed with him staring at you with a smile instead.

Moving so he could set the book on the nightstand, Armin turned towards you before pulling you closer to him, making sure the covers don't slip off of you. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with love in his eyes.

"I'm sorry baby, did I take too long?" He said, glancing at the clock behind you answered his question. 

You shook your head, murmuring a slurred "it's alright." 

Posture visibly relaxing, he gave your cheek a small kiss before resting too on the pillow next to you, a yawn escaping him.

With half closed eyes, you saw him cuddling close to your chest, features softening as he bid you goodnight. Your hand moved to stroke his hair just like he always liked, lacing your fingers through the soft strands you closed your eyes too. 

Warmth took over you, the feeling of his soft breath near your neck, the comfortable weight of his arms around you, the slow ticking of the clock, it all rocked you to sleep as you happily gave in.