#and when i saw it with her / introduced it to her

[holyblonded]

teenagers | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, olga rios x teen!reader

summary: you bring home a… friend, and alexia is not okay

warnings: toxic partners

notes: this is pre soleil!!

“Mami, please! Just sit down,” you begged, eyes wide and hands flailing toward the couch where Olga sat curled up with a steaming mug of coffee.

Alexia raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “Fine, but I have to go for my run after this.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, already distracted as your brain buzzed with nerves. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, heart racing like you were about to take a penalty in a final.

Both women stared at you expectantly as you stood in front of them, wringing your hands together.

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Tried again.

“I… I need to tell you something,” you started, voice cracking slightly.

Alexia leaned forward, brow furrowed. “You’re failing a class?”

“No!” you blurted out, too quickly.

Olga tilted her head, grinning. “You crashed the scooter again?”

“No! Oh my god, stop—just let me—”

Alexia raised an eyebrow. “You got called up to a brand deal without telling us?”

“WHAT? No! Just let me finish!” you snapped, half laughing, half exasperated.

You took a breath. “Okay, okay. I just want to say—”

“You’re moving out?” Olga gasped dramatically, clearly having fun now.

You let out a long groan. “No! I have a girlfriend!”

There was a moment of stunned silence.

Then Olga’s face broke into a delighted grin. “¡Ay, por favor! My baby’s in love!”

You gave her a crooked smile, cheeks burning. “I didn’t say love.”

But Olga was already leaning forward, wiggling her eyebrows. “Who is it? Do we know her? Is she nice? Does she have dimples? I feel like she has dimples.”

You giggled, nodding. “She does, actually.”

Meanwhile, Alexia sat back, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

“What’s her name?” she asked sharply.

You blinked. “Carmen.”

“How old is she?”

“A year older than me” you replied quickly, already bracing.

“What does her family do? Where did you meet her? Is she serious about football? Does she understand the lifestyle you’re in? What are her intentions? Is she respectful? Do you—”

“Mami,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “Can you not turn this into an interrogation?”

“It’s not an interrogation,” Alexia said calmly. “It’s responsible parenting.”

“It’s an interrogation,” Olga muttered into her mug, barely hiding her laugh.

“She’s not a criminal! She’s literally the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” you said, folding your arms.

“Have we met her?” Alexia asked, eyes narrowing.

“No. I was going to introduce her soon. I just wanted to tell you first.”

Alexia sighed, clearly biting back further questions. Olga leaned over and swatted her knee.

“Cool it, cariño. Let her breathe.”

Alexia looked over at you again, eyes softer now but still serious. “I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know,” you said, walking over and flopping down between them. “But I’m okay. Carmen’s really good to me. I wouldn’t be with her if she wasn’t.”

Olga wrapped an arm around your shoulder, tugging you close. “I’m happy for you, mi amor. I knew it was only a matter of time before someone fell for that little smirk of yours.”

You rolled your eyes but let her kiss the side of your head. Alexia still looked like she had more to say, but when she saw how content you looked curled between them, she let it go… for now.

Instead, she reached for the remote and muttered, “She better be a Barça fan.”

“She doesn’t hate us?” you said, wincing. “She actually supports Real Madr—.”

Alexia visibly flinched. “Do not cuss in the house.”

It had been just over a week since you’d told them that you had a girlfriend now. Her name was Carmen, and you’d said it so casually, with a little smile and your eyes darting between Olga and Alexia like you were bracing for impact. Her name made Alexia sick.

“Puppy love,” Olga had said later that night when she and Alexia were getting ready for bed. “She’s fifteen, Ale. Let her be a little stupid about someone.”

Alexia hadn’t said anything at first. She just frowned, tugging her shirt over her head, her mind turning over things she’d seen. Like the slight hesitation in your voice when you said Carmen’s name, the way you looked over your shoulder afterward, almost like you were checking for someone’s reaction.

The changes were small at first. You started missing dinners here and there. At first, it was excuses— “Carmen’s mom invited me over,” or “We’re just hanging out after school.” Olga would just shrug and wave you off, telling you not to be home too late, saving your plate in the fridge. She trusted you. She wanted to give you room to breathe.

But Alexia noticed more. She noticed how your spark had dulled a little. You weren’t your usual loud, chaotic self at practice. You still played well, but there was something off. When Lamine and Vicky had a ridiculous, animated debate about the best cookie flavor, you didn’t jump in with your usual “none of y’all have taste, clearly it’s snickerdoodle.” You just watched, quiet. You looked tired. Like you hadn’t slept properly.

You flinched when Alexia lightly nudged your shoulder during warmups one day. Not visibly. Not enough for anyone else to catch. But she did. You looked at her with that same defensive look you always gave when you felt caught.

“Long night?” she asked.

“Just tired,” you replied, brushing her off.

But it wasn’t just that. You were more sluggish during drills. You snapped at Aitana when she corrected your positioning. And when Alexia pressed again about where you’d been after practice, your tone had a sharp edge.

“God, why does it matter?”

Alexia didn’t push further then. She just filed it away, another piece of something that wasn’t sitting right in her chest.

Then one night, late, she passed your door on her way to get a glass of water. The lights were still on, your voice muffled but audible. She wasn’t trying to listen, she never would, but something about your tone stopped her. It wasn’t the words, not at first. It was how small you sounded. How not…you.

Then came the words. Low and quiet, desperate in a way she hadn’t heard from you in a long time. “No, I said sorry already.”

Silence. “Fine… I’ll come over now then.”

There was a shuffle. Then the unmistakable sound of your door closing—too hard, too fast, like you didn’t want to risk waiting long enough for someone to stop you. Alexia’s hand froze on the stair railing as she watched you slip out the front door in a hoodie and sneakers, barely pausing to check if anyone had seen.

She stood there in the dark hallway, her jaw tight. Her chest full of something like dread.

Because she knew that voice. That pleading tone. She remembered hearing it from friends, teammates, even herself once upon a time. That voice wasn’t tired from practice or teenage moodiness.

That was the sound of someone begging to be enough for a person who kept shifting the goalposts.

When Olga asked from bed why she’d taken so long, Alexia didn’t answer for a while. She just lay beside her, eyes on the ceiling, already planning how she’d bring it up to you the next day. Because whatever was happening with Carmen, she wasn’t going to let you carry it alone. Not again.

The door shut behind you with a soft click, your footsteps fading as you hurried out of the house, phone in hand and a lightness in your step that was becoming more and more rare lately. The image haunted Alexia. Olga was curled up on the couch with her iPad, flipping through something halfheartedly, but Alexia didn’t even pretend to be distracted. She was already watching the door you’d disappeared through, her jaw tight, her brows pinched.

“She left again,” Alexia said, voice low.

Olga didn’t look up. “She’s seeing Carmen. Let her have her fun.”

Alexia shifted her weight, arms folded. “She hasn’t had dinner with us in almost two weeks, Olga. And when she is here, she barely talks.”

Olga sighed. “She’s in love. First love, you remember what it’s like. Intense. Consuming. A little messy.”

Alexia turned her full attention to her partner, her tone sharper now. “No, this isn’t just messy. I don’t like the way she talks to her.”

That made Olga pause. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve heard her, Olga. Carmen,” Alexia snapped. “She talks down to her. Like Estrella’s always doing something wrong. Like she’s too much. Like she should be grateful to even be with her.”

Olga tried to keep her voice level. “You might just be reading too much into it. You’ve always been protective with her.”

Alexia stared at her, stunned. “Of course I’m protective. You’ve seen what she’s been through. She’s only just starting to open up, and now she’s in a relationship where she’s already shrinking again.”

“She’s not shrinking,” Olga defended. “She’s figuring things out. Sometimes girls fall too hard, too fast, it happens. You can’t control this part for her.”

Alexia exhaled through her nose, frustrated. “I’m not trying to control her. I just don’t like that this Carmen girl makes her feel small. Have you seen the way she flinches when her phone buzzes?”

Olga opened her mouth, but there was no immediate reply. A seed of doubt cracked something in her expression, but she still said, “She’s a teenager, Ale. Everything feels like life or death right now. We can’t micromanage her every emotion.”

Alexia clenched her jaw. “No, but we can step in if something feels wrong. And this—this doesn’t sit right with me.”

Later that night, long after Olga had gone to bed, Alexia stayed awake. The house was still and quiet except for the occasional ticking of the wall clock and the soft hum of the fridge. The hours crawled. She sat at the kitchen table with a glass of water she didn’t drink, eyes flicking up every time a car passed outside.

When you finally opened the front door well past midnight, the last thing you expected was Alexia, still awake, still dressed, waiting. You froze, and so did she.

“You’re late,” she said simply.

You gave a careless shrug, trying to keep your voice light. “We lost track of time.”

Alexia stood. “Can I ask you something?”

You sighed, already tensing. “What?”

“Does Carmen always talk to you like that?”

You blinked, thrown off. “Like what?”

“Like you’re a burden. Like you’re something to fix. Like if you were just a little quieter, a little more obedient, she’d love you better.”

Your chest seized. You looked away, tried to laugh it off, but it came out brittle. “You don’t even know her.”

Alexia stepped closer. “I know what I’ve seen.”

“God, you never like anyone!” you snapped suddenly, your voice cracking like a whip. “You didn’t like anyone at school, you didn’t like half of my friends in La Masia, and now you don’t like Carmen! This is why I don’t tell you anything!”

Her face barely changed, but you could see it in the way her hands curled at her sides, in the faint tremble in her jaw. She took a breath but didn’t respond right away.

“I do like people,” she said quietly. “Just not people who treat you like you’re disposable.”

“You don’t understand!” you shouted, emotion choking your voice. “You think you know everything about how I feel, but you don’t! She gets me. She sees me!”

Alexia swallowed, her throat working. “No. She sees someone she can control. And you’re letting her.”

That did it. You turned on your heel, storming down the hallway. “Screw this,” you muttered as you slammed your bedroom door.

Left alone in the hallway, Alexia stared at the floor, still and silent. Her hands were shaking now, but not from anger. Just heartbreak. The kind of heartbreak that only comes when you see someone you love running straight toward the edge, and you’re powerless to stop them.

—

The night you finally brought Carmen home was supposed to feel exciting. Special. You had asked three times if it was okay, your voice small and uncertain, but Alexia had finally nodded, stiffly, with a short, “Sure. Dinner at seven.” Olga had tried to fill the space between you all with warmth, smiling as she planned the meal, asking you what Carmen liked. You tried to ignore the tightness in your chest.

Carmen arrived at 6:58 on the dot. She wore a perfect outfit, greeted Alexia with a sharp, too-white smile, and kissed your cheek a little too close to your mouth, her fingers lingering around your waist like she was staking a claim.

“Wow,” she said as she stepped inside, looking around. “So this is where the royalty lives.”

You laughed, too quickly. “Stop.”

She squeezed your hip and whispered, “Just kidding, baby.”

Olga welcomed her kindly, offered her a drink, tried to keep things light. Carmen accepted with a thank-you that didn’t quite meet her eyes. She made herself comfortable immediately, legs crossed, arm draped behind you on the couch, like she owned the place.

Alexia didn’t say much, but she watched. Carefully. Her fingers were tight around her tea mug, her eyes sharper than usual.

At dinner, it got worse.

“So, Estrella tells us you’re a writer?” Olga asked politely.

Carmen smiled. “Yeah, poem mostly. Not really into the fairytale stuff like some people.” She laughed and nudged you. “No offense, baby.”

You smiled a little too brightly. “I like fairytales.”

“Yeah, but you also cry when your soup is too spicy,” she said, with a fond eye-roll.

The table went quiet for a beat before Olga chuckled awkwardly. You stared down at your plate, cheeks warm.

Alexia asked a few more questions, about school, about her work, and Carmen answered them all confidently, but something was always just a little off. Like when you mentioned training, and Carmen interrupted to say, “She always exaggerates. Makes it sound like bootcamp, but she just runs around with a ball for two hours.”

Alexia’s expression didn’t change, but her grip on her fork did.

You kept laughing. Laughing and trying to smooth over the edges. You could feel how much Carmen didn’t fit, but you didn’t know how to name it yet. You just knew that when she put her hand on your thigh too tightly or cut you off mid-sentence, something inside you flinched.

Then came the final straw.

You were talking about something stupid, something small but yours. The story of how you scored your first goal in a match you weren’t even supposed to play in, how you kept the ball in a shoebox under your bed.

“And she cried, like, sobbed over it,” Carmen added with a chuckle. “Such a drama queen. I keep telling her she needs thicker skin.”

Your words died in your throat.

Alexia put her fork down gently, her expression unreadable. She looked up at Carmen, then directly at you.

“I don’t like her.”

Silence fell like a guillotine.

You blinked. Carmen let out a nervous laugh. “Excuse me?”

“I said,” Alexia repeated calmly, “I don’t like you.”

“Mami—” you started, your voice too high, panicked.

“I’ve been quiet all night,” she said, voice still calm, but there was steel behind it. “But I’m not going to sit here and watch someone belittle her in her own home. You talk over her. You dismiss her. You treat her like she’s lucky to have your attention. She’s not. You’re lucky to be here at all.”

Olga reached for Alexia’s hand, gently trying to diffuse it, but Alexia didn’t look away.

Carmen sat frozen for a second. Then stood. “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

You stood too, voice trembling. “Carmen—”

“Text me when you’re done being a baby,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The door slammed shut a second later.

The silence left in her wake felt heavier than the confrontation itself.

You stood frozen, heart pounding, eyes wide. Then you crumpled into a chair. You didn’t cry right away. You just stared at your plate, numb.

“I’m sorry,” Alexia said quietly. “But I wasn’t going to let her treat you like that.”

You nodded. Slowly. “I loved her. Or… I thought I did.”

Olga got up and wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly. You finally let yourself cry then, your face pressed into her shoulder, sobs catching in your throat.

Later, as you curled up on the couch in your favorite hoodie, your voice was small but clear.

“That’s not what love’s supposed to feel like, is it?”

Alexia shook her head. “No, bebita. It’s not.”

And you knew then that you were heartbroken, but not because she left. Because you had convinced yourself that being belittled was part of being loved. But now you knew better.

[goorgeousz]

so i have a request or idea but i'm sorry to say i didn't think about her in the shower, i thought about her while i was crying lmao🫠🥲

a few days ago i read a book where the protagonist's father treated her terribly:( and her partner tells his father'don't talk to my wife like that' and they leave, he comforts her and is the best husband ever written.🥹🥹

so all I thought about was my big, angry man ✨Hotch✨ maybe they go to a family dinner for the first time and see how the reader's family treats them, belittling their work and stuff like that, until at one point they say like 'we never know how she got someone so as interesting as you Aaron' and he just explodes because cute man defends his lady and he's just grotesque and all to defend her and she's crying because she loves Hotch too much and that he saw so much in her It means a lot because she has never really felt like this. 😭🤍🤍

i hope this helps you, it felt better in my head than when i wrote it.🥹🥹♥️

i love what you do, sending you love!

xoxoxo

to be loved is to be known | aaron hotchner

to be loved is to be known | aaron hotchner

pairing: bf!aaron hotchner fem!gf!reader

summary: reader didn’t want aaron to meet her family. after one dinner he understands why.

content/tw: established relationship, crying, reader has siblings, toxic family, angst, fluffy ending, reader’s mother makes comments about her weight

word count: 3k

a/n: I absolutely loved your request, best believe I dropped all of my WIPs to write this one (sorry not sorry). I hope whatever reason you were crying about it’s over, but if it isn’t, then I hope this can warm your heart a little. Thank you so much for your request and your kind words!!! Sending much much much love, hugs and kisses!!

all hotch tag: @winyourheartemma

dividers by @uzmacchiato

masterlist <3

You weren’t hoping for a car accident. You weren’t hoping for your boyfriend’s phone to start ringing with a new and very urgent case. 

But as you sat in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s car on the way to your childhood house, you couldn’t help but wish something – anything – got in the way.

It was only a few days prior when Aaron, your boyfriend of almost 7 months, decided to drop the bomb. The ‘I’ve never met your family’ bomb. And later that day, when your mother called you (like she did every Tuesday night) he was with you. He was comfortably seated on your couch, staring at you with puppy eyes as you had the weekly catch-up with your mom (which resumed in talking your ear off about whatever stupid subject was on her mind). So, you couldn’t help but offer a family dinner to introduce them to your boyfriend, to which she, for the first time in a few months, was actually happy and excited about.

The regret hit it like a truck at the exact moment he walked out your door. But there was no way of coming back now, after it was all set up. Aaron seemed actually excited about meeting your family, and you understood that this was probably a big deal for him. In general, actually. It was a big step in a relationship, you recognize. And it’s not like you weren’t ready for that step, you and him were probably living together by now. It was that you didn’t want to pop the perfectly healthy bubble you both created.

And family dinners were always… stressful.

You could’ve just explained that to him. Aaron, being the perfectly polite and respectable man that he was, would understand immediately. But you didn’t want to be the whiny immature little girl who couldn’t deal with problems. You were an adult, you paid your own bills, you had your own place. And he was the Unit Chief of the BAU, a title that on its own raised expectations. You couldn’t be the FBI bossman’s girlfriend and stress about your mom calling out your weight, or about your father criticizing your job. And if this wasn’t enough, Aaron was amazing. He was the most kind, loving and appreciative man you’ve ever met. You wanted to be good for him. So if you had to endure a few hours with your family, then be it. He was worth it.

And selfishly, you wanted to brag about dating him to your family. Yes, dad, mom. I’ve made it. Suck it.

When the day came, saying you were stressed was an understatement. Aaron sat quietly on your bed watching you change your outfit a handful of times, try at least three hairstyles and do a full face of make-up twice. He didn’t say a word about it. Unless when he complimented you, to which he did evey time.

You didn’t cry, which was always a good sign.

You held the flowers and the wine he brought while he drove. The forty-seven minutes drive rode without music. He found it strange, because you insisted on blasting your playlists even when the drive wasn’t long enough for a single song (when it happened, he always made sure to drive extra slow to make sure you sang every word and drummed every note of it).

If he noticed you shifting your position (every two minutes), or you rechecking your makeup on the rearview mirror (every red light), or you applying your lipgloss (three times and once more when you got there), he didn’t say anything.

Just before you reached the handle to open the door, he turned to you, reaching over the console to grab your hand.

“Is everything ok?” you huffed a laugh at his question, leaning over and giving him a peck on the lips.

“They are gonna fall in love with you, Aaron. Just like I did.” you said, honestly. He scanned your eyes and when he made sure you were being honest (he always knew when you lied, that’s why you came up with a method of being evasive everytime you didn’t want to tell the truth).

Squeezing your hand one last time, he stepped out of the car, quickly making his way towards your door. He took the flowers and the wine off your arms, helping you get off the seat and walking with you up the front stairs.

Before you knocked you turned to face him, a rush of courage running through your veins with being so close to the house.

“Listen, before we get in…”

Whatever you were about to confide in him got interrupted by the front door opened. Your mother stood there, with a tight smile she reserved to you, her beloved daughter.

“I thought it was you, my dear. You must be Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner. It’s a pleasure finally meeting you.” she cheered, standing her hand. He gave her a polite smile.

“Just, Aaron, please. The pleasure is all mine, Ma’am.”

“Come in, please. Honey, will you please finish up the kitchen?” she asks, rushing your boyfriend inside without giving you a second glance.

Aaron chased after your eyes, worriedly, but you just dismissed him, winking and mouthing a ‘Told you.’

You quickly made your way towards the kitchen, your body remembering all too well how to walk those corridors. Just like always, you finished off dinner, making sure the dishes were done and everything was in its place while you heard the laughter of the rest of them in the living room.

“There she is, my beautiful baby girl.” your father cooed, standing up on his seat next to Aaron when you walked in and approaching you to hug you “We were just showing Aaron here your child pictures.” he spoke, laughing.

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment, biting hard on your inside cheeks to keep from complaining. No mature woman would throw a tantrum over a child photo album.

“She hated pictures. We tried to collect memories, you know, Aaron?” your mom recited, showing a sequence of pictures “But she just didn’t accept it. Always grumpy, always turning away. You got yourself a hard one.” she laughed, playfully pushing his shoulder.

He stared at the pictures, somehow amazed. Your heart raced at the smile growing on his face (like it always did). He held one photo, your least favorite one. Your face was puffy with crying, your hair wildly flying everywhere. You had your mouth open like you were saying something (probably begging them to stop), and your braces shone against the flash of the camera. Your clothes were clearly not your size, your posture curved like you were trying to turn into a ball.

You hated that picture with all of your being, but your parents kept showing them to everyone who dared to stop by. Aaron held it close to your face, his eyes with nothing but found as he said

“So your eyes have always been this shiny. I’ve always wondered.” you smiled at him, the warmth of his love for you never failing to make you feel at home.

“Well, let’s eat before the food gets cold, right?” your mother announced, rushing everyone into the dining room.

It all went surprisingly well (at least as well a dinner with your parents could go).

“This is delicious, Mrs.” Aaron complimented, after your mother refilled his plate.

“Thank you, dear. Do you cook, Aaron?” she asked, dragging his name as if she was enjoying being that close to an FBI agent.

“I can get by.”

“He’s lying. Aaron is an amazing cook.” you interrupted, nudging him with a proud smile.

“We figured, right, darling?” she asked your father “I noticed the moment she started eating more. Her puffy cheeks can’t deny it! Just like when she was my baby, following me everywhere.” your mother cooed, leaning over to your chair and pinching your cheek.

For the first time that evening Aaron looked absolutely mortified. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He didn’t know where to begin. It would be funny seeing him all flabbergasted if it weren’t for the ache on your heart from your mother’s words.

Whoever said that time heals everything is full of shit.

Just like that, your father changes the subject for your teenage stories: your least favorite subject in the entire world.

“I’ll tell you what, Aaron. You’re a brave one. We knew it from the one: she’s a hard one.” your father pointed at you with his chin, smiling like he was complimenting you.

“What do you mean?” your boyfriend asked, sounding genuinely confused.

You could see right through his act. The way his knuckles went white at how hard he gripped the silverware, the muscle on his jaw flexing like he was struggling to keep tightly shut. You wanted to kiss his cheeks until his dimples started showing again.

“Oh, you know. Don’t take me the wrong way, we love our grumpy baby girl.” and then, he turned his attention to you “Take it easy on him, sweetheart. He’s a good one, you won’t want him running away. Don’t make it so hard for him.”

Aaron stepped up, interrupting before any other subject got introduced and he lost his chance. 

“Loving your daughter is the easiest and most effortless thing I’ve ever done.” he said, with a slight frown.

He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t trying to make you feel better. He was stating a fact. He was saying it so sure of himself, that made your parents seem crazy not to feel the same way.

You bit back a smile, bumping your knee against him. He did it back. ‘Thank you.’ ‘I got you.’

“Of course you say that.” your father laughed like he told an inside joke “Look at your job. Speaking of which, we want to hear everything about it.”

And then your mother started rambling about a few cases she watched on the news, asking details and making all kinds of questions, to which Aaron made sure to answer evasively enough to not break protocol, but making sure to spill some uneventful details to distract them. Your heart swelled with love every time he directed his attention towards you, asking details he “forgot” but told you in private, just to include you (on dinner with your family in your childhood home).

“I want to take a moment to appreciate you being here, Aaron.” your mother started, beaming at him “I know you are a very busy man, and I hope it didn’t mess your schedule up.”

“No, I really wanted to come. Thank you for having me.”

She just dismissed him with a wave of his hand “I can only imagine how hard it must’ve been to make time to be here with us. It’s very important for our family. I say this because our other children all also have very important jobs, and unfortunately weren’t able to make it in such short notice.” she looked at him apologetically. Aaron only stared back, once again too stunned to speak. Your mother looked back at you, throwing a wink and a lopsided smile “The perks of not having big responsibilities.” 

“That’s not…” Aaron’s speech got interrupted right away. You tried not to sigh too loudly.

“There’s something I want to do.” your father announces, clasping his hand together with an excited smile.

Your mother gasped “Do you think it’s time, my dear?”

“Absolutely, darling. Wait here, you two.”

You weren't sure what was about to happen, but you were sure it couldn’t be good.

What an euphemism.

A couple minutes later your father gets back with a champagne, sparkly and expensive. Your face falls at its sight. You bite your cheek not to cry.

Your mother stands up right next to him, and they look at you like they were about to make an oscar-winner level of speech.

“When our children were babies, we bought each of them one of those.” he lifts the bottle “We kept them with all of our love, waiting to pop them open when the moment came. And today, it's time for our final bottle. We had promotions, graduations, admissions. It makes me emotional to think how long we’ve come. When our baby was just seven, she had a dream. She wanted to find a loving and rich husband and live as a princess.” he chuckled, raising his hands in apology “Now, I do not want to jinx it, but I do think…”

“That’s so unbelievably disrespectful.” Aaron spat.

Silence.

More silence.

Your father clears his throat.

“Perdon me?” your mother tries.

“The entire evening I watched both of you mistreat her, sugarcoating it with a half-hearted compliment. It’s very clear to me that none of you value her as the woman she is, and there’s only one reason: you don’t know her. And aren’t even slightly interested in doing it." His tone was harsh and straightforward, glaring daggers at your parents. They seemed small and insignificant in front of the anger boiling over Aaron’s eyes. “It’s impressive to me how you don’t even realize how poorly you’ve been treating her. She’s the smartest, kindest, most selfless and talented woman I know, and you two have the audacity to pop up a champagne as if her biggest accomplishment in life is getting a boyfriend?” he chuckles darkly “I’m incredibly proud and sorry at the same time at how immune she is to your behavior. But I’m not, and let me say this loud and clear: I will not, under no circumstances, tolerate anyone treating my girlfriend like that. Anyone.”

He said, his eyes fulminating them. With a short nod, Aaron stood up and walked himself out the door, not waiting for anyone to lead him out. You followed suit behind him, not even sparing a glance to your parents.

The two of you drove silently all the way back to his place, without not much more than a word. Your mind raced with thoughts, your whole life passing through your mind like a movie, so many things you thought were normal. So many memories, so many feelings. You were nowhere near comprehending everything, but it was a start. You could see it more clearly now.

Aaron locked the door after you got in, and you heard him sigh.

“Listen, honey, I’m so sorry…” he interrupted himself when he heard you sniff. He touched your shoulder, aching to hold you close, but now knowing if that’s what you want “Are you crying? I apologize, it wasn’t my place…”

This time, you were the one interrupting him. You turned around and threw yourself on him, burying your face on his chest and crying your eyes out. His breathing deepened, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair.

You had no idea how much time you spent like that, but eventually he picked you up with ease and sat down on the couch with you curled up on his lap.

After a while, when your sobbing toned down to silent tears, you glanced up at him.

“Thank you, Aaron. I’ve never felt so seen in my entire life.” he held you closer, like he wanted to keep you close to his heart forever, protecting you from every possible harm.

“At first, I thought you didn’t want me to meet your family because you weren’t there yet. Relationship wise.” he began.

You pulled yourself away from his chest, still seated on his lap but shifting to face him “Not at all. I just didn’t think they deserved you.”

He gave you a pointed look “They don’t deserve you.” He stared deeply into your eyes, as if he wanted to make sure you understood “The very first thing you said to me when you first met was that you were complicated.”

Aaron took a deep breath, watching your eyes like he finally completed the puzzle. “You always seemed ready for me to leave you, always made sure to look understanding. Like you believed I would give up on you, and it would be only the right thing to do. You always mentioned, between a joke and another, that you were a problem, a burden. That you didn’t deserve me, like it isn’t the other way around.” your gaze fell to your hands, the weight of being seeing hard on you.

“Aaron…” you whispered, your voice weak from all the crying. He gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. To see every emotion he felt towards you. He kissed your chin, each of your cheeks, where you probably had tear strains. He kissed your swollen eyes, your makeup defined smudged. He kissed your forehead, your nose and your lips, taking extra long there. When he made sure you were paying attention, he pulled back and kept speaking.

“I remember thinking what on earth made someone like you believe that. The thought consumed me. I needed to know, needed to understand where all that came from. You know, profiler.” he joked, which made you laugh weakly.

“And somehow you missed the reason why I didn’t take you to meet my parents sooner.” you teased. He rolled his eyes.

“In our line of work, when we end up in a case that is, for some reason, personal to us, the protocol is to step back. Do you know why?” you shook your head “Because love can cloud your judgement. It certainly did mine.”

“Careful, agent Hotchner. You might make me think you’re in love with me or something.” you joked. He smiled, giving you another kiss.

“I am. Desperately so. And apart from what you think, it’s not difficult. I can’t imagine a life where I met you and didn’t fall in love with you. It’s the most natural thing for me.” you press your lips together to keep them from shaking, as your eyes filled with tears “Do you realize you’ve absorbed their disturbing opinions of you? You keep repeating them to yourself like a mantra, like it's a fact. I always wondered why you think so lowly of yourself. It’s now clear.”

“I hate that.”

He kissed the tip of your nose.

“ I’ll tell you what: we’re on this together.”

“On what?” you gave him a puzzling look.

“We’re breaking down those walls, brick by brick. Every single lie they made you believe was true, we’re tearing it all apart.”

“Ugh, this sounds like a hard job.” you muttered.

“It’s not. In the slightest.” he disagreed immediately “Thank you, honey. Thank you for letting me see that part of your life. Thank you for allowing me to love you, and for loving me back. You amaze me more each day, and I’ll make it my personal mission to make you see it too.” His words were low and serious, not made to impress. Made to let you know, to make you believe.

“Even if it takes your whole life?” you asked, trying to make it sound like a joke to mask your insecurity.

It would be a long way to go, but the love flooding over his eyes was a great first step. “Especially if it takes my whole life.”

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Hello would it be possible to do a dick Grayson x reader at the beginning he dates her just to make his ex jealous when he get back with his ex he relise that he fell in love with her so he’s trying to win her back at the end they get back together

Could you also add a moment where dick get jealous and a pov of him. I love some angst moments

Sure is!! Sorry this took so long to get to, I'm in the galapagos islands rn and college has been kicking my ass and winning

Pft, Whatever.

Jealous! Dick Grayson x Reader

Not real warnings other than a bit of angst and a ton of unfaithfulness😋

It was some rainy thursday when you met him.

You were trying to balance two paper coffee cups and your phone while wrestling your umbrella into submission when someone cought it just before the wind did. A smooth voice asked, “Need a hand?” You look up—and there he was.

Dick Grayson.

Letting him help was probably the worst decision of your life.

He was clothed a Gotham University hoodie and sweats, the kind of outfit that shouldn’t look good on anyone and somehow looked sculpted on him. His entire presence was almost like that of a Greek statue. He flashed you a smile, all effortless charm and dimpled mischief, and you were momentarily stunned silent.

“Thanks,” you managed, handing him one of the coffee cups in silent thanks while you got your umbrella under control. Stupid rain. You probably wouldn't have even met if it weren't for the crappy Gotham weather.

“No problem. You looked like you were about to enter mortal combat with that thing.”

You laughed- it was instinctive, disarming. You could feel yourself flushing a little as you took the cup back. He didn't walk away, though. Instead, he stood beside you for a moment, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket, glancing up at the stormy sky like it told a joke only he heard.

“Name’s Dick,” he mentioned finally, offering his hand as his eyes met yours again.

You took it. Rooky move. “I know,” you said. “I’ve seen you on the news. And—well—everywhere.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guilty. You?”

You told him your name, and you were honestly surprised by the way he repeater it, like he was rolling it over in his mouth to make sure it fit. You didn't expect him to remember it.

He did.

You didn't date immediately. At first, it was chance meetings. He showed up at your usual coffee spot. He passed by your bookstore window and waves. Sometimes he'd leave sticky notes on your bike seat—doodles, silly jokes, an occasional riddle. Always signed, “Grayson.”

By the time he asked you out, it felt inevitable.

Your first date was in a quiet rooftop garden above a city building you didn’t even know existed. He brought you takeout—real takeout, greasy Chinese boxes and everything—and you sat on the ledge watching the traffic below, listening to him tell stories you could barely believe were true. You didn't talk about his past or anything heavier than favorite childhood cartoons and worst first dates.

You thought, maybe, he was exactly what you needed. Maybe he saw you as someone real, not a headline or a rebound.

Maybe.

Three weeks in, you woke up to him making breakfast in your kitchen shirtless, humming something familiar. You watched him for a moment—he looks happy. You felt safe. Which, for the record, was a good sign since it was his first time staying the night. You don't think any of your past relationships started off so well, and you certaintly weren't treated breakfast in bed before Dick.

But then came the gala.

You were his date, of course. He introduced you to Bruce, to Tim, to Lucius. All you could do was try your best not to gape at the glittering crowd. Everything felt like a dream, like you were floating on clouds with Dick's arm looped aroynd yours—until she walked in.

She was wearing a red dress that made her look like she stepped off the cover of a high-fashion espionage novel. Her hair was swept to the side in effortless curls, and when her eyes meet Dick’s across the room, you could something in your chest tighten, like the strings of a sharp being tuned just a tad too much. Like the music they played was bound to be off.

You expected her to stay across the room.

You hoped.

She didn't.

“Dick,” she greeted with a voice that was both warm and pointed, her pupils dialating just that slight bit as their eyes met. Then her eyes flicked to you. “And you are?”

You told her your name, smiled, extended a hand. She shook it, but it felt more like a test than a greeting, like she was waiting for it to be wrong. Her hand lingered on Dick’s arm when she laughed at his dumb attempts to start a conversation between the three of you, and your blood simmered a degree hotter every time she touched him.

Everything just felt... Off. Like there was a bit more to their past than he was willing to tell you.

Later that night, in the car, it just felt too heavy. The air was too thick, too hot, and making it feep like your chest was being pressed in against your lungs and heart. “She gets too touchy for my liking.”

It was silent before- not comfortable, but certainly not the worst thing you've experienced with a guy.

Dick glanced at you and laughed—laughed. “Babs? That’s just how she is.”

“Yeah. With you.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes filled with a plea you'd realize later to be complete bullshit before they flickered back to the city streets. “There’s nothing going on between us. Trust me.”

You tried. God, you tried.

You started noticing patterns after that.

The way Dick texts you less when she’s in town. The way he talks about her in the past tense but lights up in the present. The times he cancels your plans with vague excuses that don’t quite add up.

Then comes the night you find the photo.

It’s not even hidden—just tagged on some socialite’s Instagram. Barbara in Dick’s lap, laughing, champagne in hand. His face close to hers. Intimate. Intertwined. Far more emotional than anything he's given you before.

"I was under the impression we were exclusive."

It's a pety text, you know, but there's not much else to do while curled up on your couch near tears over a stupid social media post. Some part of you just hoped it was old, just something that resurfaced once the public started seeing you together just to rile you both up.

But then you saw the chain you got for his birthday dangling from around his neck, pressed right against her cleavage.

He doesn't even respond until nearly 20 minutes later. "Can I come over?"

You almost didn't respond. Hell, you almost didn't see the message from "Birdy Boy💙" through the salty liquid gathering in your tear ducts.

But you did. "Make it quick."

It took him nearly an hour to make it to your apartment.

He blames it on traffic.

You know what he was doing. You know exactly what kind of game he's playing. But deep down, some shriveled part of you tries to believe him.

He doesn’t lie, not exactly. He says he didn’t mean to hurt you. That things with Barbara have always been complicated. That it wasn’t supposed to go this far.

“What wasn’t?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest as you stand in the living room of your apartment. Your throat is raw, and the room is dim. Typically, there would be a much more intimate reason for both of those situations.

He’s silent for a long time, the only sounds coming out of him being his soft breaths. Its rhythmatic, the rise and fall of his chest. It's nearly the same as all the times you've watched it while he slept. “I thought… maybe if she saw me happy, she’d move on. Or maybe—maybe she’d realize she wanted me again.”

He might as well have just taken out your hesrt right there, squeezed it, thrown it to the ground, spat on it, then stomoed it to pieces right there. Your chest is too tight to do anything, your heart pressing against your bones as your ears ring and vision gets slightly misty with tears that just won't fall.

You don’t speak. You can’t.

“So what was I?” you ask finally, voice trembling. You hate that sound. It feels weak, vulnerable... Like he can see right through the calm face you're trying so desperately to keep on. “Your bait? Your mirror?”

He doesn’t answer with anything other than just a short exhale that brings shudders through your spine.

You didn’t need him to. "Get out."

And, for a moment, you catch a glimpse of hesitation in his beautiful blue eyes, a glimpse of something real. But as soon as your eyes meet, he's turning around to leave. As his feet make silent steps toward your apartment door, he slips something out of his pocket and onto your table- the silver chain you got for his birthday.

You don't wait for the door to be fully closed to break down, the sobs racking your body before you even realize they're coming. It's subconscious, the way you still practically chase him like a kicked puppy that just can't get enough until your knees finally give out in front of the door.

You know he's still on the other side, probably mirroring your position sat on the ground leaned against it. You can hear a sharp, shuddering inhale from him just like he can hear your sobs.

You want to open the door. But you don't. Neither of you do.

You didn’t sleep that night.

After Dick left—after the weight of everything he didn’t say sinks into your skin—you sit on the couch, staring into the empty corner where he usually leaves his jacket. The silence in the room presses in like a second heartbeat. You think about every smile, every laugh, every night you thought he looked at you like you were irreplaceable.

He had looked through you the whole time.

You don’t cry again until morning.

And when you do, it’s not soft. It’s gut-deep, shaking, angry crying. It’s the kind of heartbreak you didn’t expect, not this soon, not from someone who had held your hand like it meant something.

He texts once, the next day.

“I’m sorry. You deserve better than what I gave you.”

You stare at the words. You reread them. You can hear his voice saying them in your head. But you don’t respond. Because you do deserve better. You just wish you hadn’t had to figure that out this way.

A week later, the headlines break:

Billionaire's Sonand Commissioner's Daughter Back Together Again! Gotham’s Golden Couple Reunited?

You don’t even click the article.

But the image—her arms wrapped around his neck, his forehead resting against hers—it’s enough.

He never officially ended things with you. But the message is clear. So you pack up the last sweatshirt he left at your place, the book he lent you, the coffee mug he joked was his “claim to your kitchen.” You put it all in a box. You set it outside your door. You stare at it for much longer than you'd ever like yo admit, even two yourself.

You send one message. "Come get your things. That’s the last favor I’ll do for you."

You don’t wait to see if he replies. His number is blocked as soon as the message goes through.

You didn't expect to meet anyone for a long time. You weren't even looking.

But then there was someone.

He's quieter than Dick, a little awkward, but honest in a way that feels grounding. He listens. He asks questions. He doesn't flinch when you mention past wounds, and he never makes you feel like you’re a stand-in for someone else.

With him, things are simple. Peaceful. You don’t lie awake wondering if you’re being compared to a ghost.

When he touches you, it’s tender.

When he kisses you, it’s now.

Dick finds out in the most predictable way: he sees you at a café, holding his hand across the table, laughing.

You don’t even notice him at first. But he notices you, and his heart is practically crushed under a ton of concrete.

You see him that night, waiting by your building’s entrance. Leaning against the wall, the hood of his favorite blue jacket up, jaw tight. You stop walking when you see him.

“What are you doing here, Dick?”

His voice is quieter than you expected, like there's too much tension in the air for him to even utter the words he's thought of a thousand times over since the last time you both spoke. “I wanted to talk.”

You cross your arms, letting out a soft scoff. You're not about to fall for his bullshit again “We don’t really talk anymore, remember?”

He flinches as if he's actually been hurt by your words, but presses on without hesitation. “Is he your boyfriend?”

You blink, completely dumbfounded by the sudden question. Part of you is angry he knows so much about your private life. Another part of you almost wishes he'd do something about what he knows. “Wow. That’s what this is about? You’re keeping tabs on me now?”

“I just—” He drags a hand through his hair, the strands still smooth and black against his skin before letting out a curt sigh. “It’s weird. Seeing you with someone else.”

You step closer, enough for him to hear the edge in your voice. “You’re with Barbara.”

He hesitates, truly hesitates, for the first time since you met. “Yeah. But—”

“No.” Your voice cracks like ice, sending shivers right down Dick's spine. “You don’t get to ‘but’ me, Dick. You made your choice. I wasn’t even your first one.”

His gaze drops, blue eyes meeting the pavement faster than a cannon to the ground.

“I loved you,” your tone is caving, and you feel it down to your bones. Your knees are almost ready to give out on you like the night he left. “I gave you the best parts of me. And you used me to win someone else.”

“That’s not fair—”

“It’s exactly fair,” you snap, raising your voice far more than you ever have at Dick before. “And now that I’m finally happy—actually happy—you think you can just show up and claim a place in my life again?”

“I made a mistake,” he says, shoulders shrugging as if the admission was something so obvious to himself. “A huge one. I thought I needed her back, but what I needed was you. You grounded me. You made me feel real again.”

You stare at him for a long moment. His face is open. Honest. And for a heartbeat, you remember everything good between you.

But then you remember how quickly he gave it away. How quick he was to use your kindness and love to get Barbara back.

“You don’t get to realize that now,” you whisper, the sound nearly carried away by the ambiance of Gotham City around your apartment building. “Not when I’ve already picked up the pieces.”

He reaches for your hand, but you step back to put in the code to your apartment, which, by the way, has certainly changed since the last time you two spoke.

“Goodbye, Dick.”

Masterlist

[sherriievalance]

ILL BE WATCHING YOU! paige bueckers.

SUMMARY: You—a new student from ASU just transferred to UConn for cheer, and start to see Paige everywhere you go on campus. ( first part of a new series ) WARNINGS: Second person point of view, fluff, cheerleader!reader, and that’s it!

You walked to your first class, it also being your first day at UConn. You had been transferred from ASU to UConn because of cheer stuff. But the way you had felt right now you couldn’t put into words.

You were used to Arizona, the nice weather, the hot burning sun, and most of all; used to ASU. ASU’s atmosphere, and the fact you had so many friends there.

Now it’s just you in the chilly Connecticut weather as you most definitely underdressed. You had worn leggings and an athletic top—which it was way too chilly for you to be wearing just that.

But as you pushed your thoughts away you stepped into the class, immediately heading for the back of the class.

You get yourself settled and pull out your laptop, hearing the professor ramble about something until he is shortly interrupted by a girl rushing in.

You see her apologize to the professor as she lightly jogs up the steps, sitting right next to you.

You’ve seen her before—maybe. She looked familiar you thought.

You are though quickly snapped out of your thoughts as she asks for a pencil, “Yo, you got a pencil at all? I kinda need one..” Her voice barely above whisper but still being able to hear the sheepish undertone to her voice.

You nod, “Oh yeah! I only have mechanical ones.” You smile, whispering back to her as you grab the pencil out your water bottle pocket on your backpack.

The girl swiftly grabs the pencil, immediately starting to write stuff down. “Thanks.” She shortly says, her gaze drifting back to you every few seconds.

You ignore her, not in a rude way but in a ‘I need to focus’ way.

“What’s your name?” She whispered again, tilting her head as her eyes flicker over your face.

You blink, you sort of mumbled your name as you were more focused on the professor. “Whats yours?” You ask right after, sort of interrupting the girl.

“My names Paige. It’s nice to meet ya.” Paige nodded, leaning back into her chair.

You nod, smiling politely as you go back to your work.

The class had finally ended an hour later, you had a break in between now and your next class. So you decided on going to the gym area—to just practice stretching and stuff. You had heard that a few other cheerleaders would be there so you weren’t nervous at all.

After walking around campus in attempt to find it you finally did, as you walked in you saw one side of the court with the cheerleaders and the other side with the basketball players.

You shrug as you get onto the court, lightly jogging over to where all the cheerleaders are.

The three other girls quickly introduced themselves, you introduce yourself after and immediately started clicking with them.

As you guys were stretching your gaze fell on Paige—the same Paige you saw in your first class.

As if she could feel your eyes on her, her eyes look right at you, making eye contact.

You awkwardly smile for a few seconds then go back to stretching, all of sudden feeling hot.

Paige on the other hand kept looking back at you, you being right there. Knowing Paige she’s never been scared to talk to any girls, that just wasn’t Paige. She’s usually cocky and quick to sweep girls off their feet—but you were different. You gave this giddiness in her chest when she saw you, and even though she’s seen you twice she knows you’re the one.

Paige gets interrupted as Kk stands next to her, following Paige’s gaze. “Ooo Paige has a crush!” Kk sarcastically says, laughing as she nudges Paige.

Paige’s face flushes and shakes her head, “I do not.” She defends herself, pushing Kk away.

Kk shrugs, “I meannn it sure look like you do.” She pauses, “Just talk to her or somethin.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering between you and Paige.

Paige shakes her head, turning around to face the hoop. “I can’t and won’t, she’s different, I can’t just talk to her. And anyways she looks straight.” She shortly says, stumbling her words a little.

Kk snickers, “You won’t ever know unless you do somethin.” She mutters, going back to the other girls.

Paige turns her head, frowning a little, her gaze flickering back to you.

But as soon as her gaze went to you, yours already on hers.

You feel a light pink blush creep up to your ears, you smile at her.

Paige awkwardly returns the smile, nodding as she swiftly turns back around.

After an hour your mini cheer practiced had finally ended. You were sweaty like crazy as all your baby hairs were sticking to your forehead.

You said your goodbyes to all your cheer teammates a few of them walking with you, as you gave Paige one last smile as you said goodbye.

Paige stumbles her goodbye as she smiled back.

Kk comes up behind Paige, nudging her shoulder. “Yo, look what ya girl left.” She snickers, nodding her head towards your Stanley that you had left.

Paiges eyes look over to where Kk was nodding, immediately feeling that same giddiness in her chest. “I can bring her water bottle back to her, and I could talk to her!” Paige says excitedly, rushing to grab your light pink tumbler.

Kk nods, “Mhm.” She hums, turning back on her heels as she feels proud of herself.

Paige awkwardly holds your Stanley, bringing it close to her chest as she walks down the path you just went down.

Her gaze shoots around as it finally lands on you, Paige feels a nervousness in her chest as she walks up to you.

“Yo, you left your water bottle back there, and I just wanted to bring it back to you, so you have water for the rest of the day.” Paige somewhat confidently said but still stumbled over a few of her words.

You give her a wide smile, ushering your cheer teammates away. “Omg thanks Paige!” You beamed. As you grabbed your Stanley your fingers brushed against hers, a small blush appearing on your face.

“I don’t know what I would do without it.” You continued, having to look up at her to make proper eye contact.

Paige shrugs, “Yeah of course.” She nonchalantly says, her gaze flickering around your face.

“Well I’ll see you around, yeah?” You asked, tilting your head as your eyes scans Paige’s eyes.

Paige nods, dropping her mouth but pausing as she thinks of what to say. “Um yeah, I’ll see you around.” She try’s to say in a nonchalant manner again, but failing.

You give her one last smile as you turn on your heels, your heart racing as what feels like a thousand beats per minute.

While Paige’s is also, feeling a blush appear on her face as she walks back out onto the court.

this is going to a multi-fic series so be ready 👻

[athenalvss]

SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE A DREAM ( Dick Grayson! )

request; can I ask for a dick grayson x fem!reader?! Where she is extremely beautiful, like surreal, and when she introduces herself to the people (titans and batfam) everyone is hypnotized and dick's ex-girlfriends get jealous

dick grayson x fem reader

n/a: I was enjoying so much writing this until I decided to be stupid in some way and delete all my work. sad af.

summary: A new hero has arrived in the city and after a few encounters with Nightwing on patrol, it leads to the beginning of a friendship - according to them - in a new case that involves the great heroes. Dick calls her cause he thinks she could help, but it is not her abilities that perplex his friends and family.

open request - batfam masterlist

The first time you met Dick, it wasn't exactly in a normal way, not even with his real name. The two of you were patrolling the city when you happened upon a bank robbery and arrived just in time before a guy inadvertently knocked him unconscious from behind.

That's when he turned around and saw you. You were somewhat hypnotic, with an ethereal bearing and a magnetic presence. It wasn't just the way your suit looked on your body; there was something about your gaze, it had a depth and power he'd rarely seen.

"Are you okay?" You said as you approached. "It was a hard punch" you said. He seemed a little dizzy, and you were worried he might faint somewhere in the city.

"Yes, yes," he whispered softly, keeping his gaze fixed on yours. He took a microsecond longer to analyze the little skin of your face the mask allowed him to see. He could see soft skin, the curve of your nose that fit the shape of your face perfectly, and lips that could drive anyone crazy. "I'm fine. I just didn't see it coming, thanks..."

From then on, you met every night on the same rooftop on patrol, and later, after a fight on those nights, they ended up revealing their identities to each other. They knew each other well enough to share their biggest secrets.

Your friendship had stopped being just nocturnal and you became part of each other's daily lives, but there was a small detail, no one knew of your existence, or at least no one had seen you, that was until one night you received a call.

── .✦

"Trust me, she'll be a big help with this." Dick came back to the room where all the titans were after making the call.

"She? Are you going to let a stranger into the tower?" Kori looked at Dick with a look of complaint and surprise.

“I trust her.” Dick was blunt, but not harsh. That sentence was enough to make Rachel look up from her book and Gar grimace.

“We didn’t even know he existed until ten seconds ago,” Kori muttered, “unbelievable.”

Before Dick could respond, the security system beeped softly: someone had just arrived at the perimeter. Dick walked over to the console.

"Get ready," he said, still staring at the screen as he excitedly headed for the door. "She's here."

When the elevator doors opened, silence fell like a heavy blanket.

When you joined, you went straight to Dick. The Titans couldn't see everything from where they were, but they clearly saw how one of your arms was around his neck and one of Dick's big hands was placed on your waist. The two of you started walking together toward the living room, him keeping his hand on your waist.

Rachel stopped pretending not to look. Her expression was neutral, but her eyes scanned you with clinical interest.

Gar, his jaw a little slack, turned to Conner. “Is she human?”

Conner just frowned, as if he needed to adjust his vision to confirm you weren't floating a few inches off the ground.

Kori didn't speak. She looked at you as if your every move was a carefully calculated threat. Her posture changed, becoming more rigid. Her arms crossed over her chest and her stoic expression didn't hide the flash of annoyance in her eyes at the sight of Dick's hand on your body.

Your gait was fluid, steady, marking your presence in the room with a naturalness that wasn't affected by the unfamiliar surroundings. Your eyes scanned the room calmly, taking in every detail, trying not to seem so surprised to finally be in the place that had once been Dick's home. But the four Titans standing there were watching you intently; everything about you seemed to belong to another planet: an ethereal, magnetic presence, your figure, everything about you.

You were like a model, definitely Dick's type.

Gar blinked a couple of times. Conner lowered his crossed arms. Rachel simply raised an eyebrow, visibly interested.

Kori, on the other hand, crossed her arms even more tightly, if that was possible.

Dick came closer. "Guys, she's-"

"Wait, no, don't tell me his name." Gar raised a hand. "I'd rather continue believing it's an illusion sent by some higher entity to distract us."

You smiled slightly, as if you were used to such reactions. "What a... warm welcome," you said in a soft but ironic voice, looking at them sweetly.

Conner watched you silently, assessing, as if he were wondering whether you were an ally or a dangerous distraction. Beside him, Kori kept an eye on you. "So what exactly is she supposed to do?" she asked in a cold voice, not bothering to disguise her tone.

"It's the best option we have to resolve this," Dick said firmly, deliberately ignoring the tension that Kori was barely concealing so as not to provoke a fight.

"How did you meet him?" Rachel finally chimed in, curious about the closeness between the two.

Kori watched you closely. "So how long have you been working with Dick?"

"For a few months now," he replied before you could say anything. "We met on patrol."

"Patrolling," Kori repeated slowly, her smile never reaching her eyes. "How... typical of you."

You didn't need to be an empath like Rachel to notice the subtle venom in her words. But instead of responding with hostility, you simply turned your head toward her with a half-smile, the kind that seemed to say, 'I know exactly what you're doing, but I'm not going to fall for your game.'

“Yes, it was a coincidence… a lucky one.” Your tone was calm, almost innocent, but with a subtle edge. “Though I didn’t think someone like Dick had such a predictable routine as to be considered typical.”

Rachel giggled, covering her mouth. Gar raised his eyebrows, as if watching a tennis match between goddesses.

Dick, uncomfortable but fascinated, tried to shift the focus. “She’s good. Seriously. I’ve worked with many, but few have her analytical skills under pressure,” he said, trying to avoid a fight.

Just as the mood seemed to stabilize, Dick's phone vibrated. He checked it with a frown, and his expression immediately changed.

“We have to go,” he said suddenly, his voice deeper. “There was another attack... but this time the pattern was different. They used a security protocol that only Bruce would recognize.”

“Batman?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dick nodded. “He and the family have been monitoring similar movements for weeks. It seems this isn't just a local case. What we saw here is just a small part. We need his technology to trace the data back to its source.”

Gar let out a low whistle. “Oh, we’re taking the mysterious beauty to the cave. That should be interesting.”

"Actually, I need you to stay here in case something happens," Dick intervenes, announcing his plan.

"Aren't we going to the Batcave? What a betrayal, bro." Gar started acting like Dick had just said something treasonous, sounding hurt by Dick's refusal. "At least we'll be in the pretty girl's good company."

"Umm..., about that" Dick begins to speak but pauses for a few seconds searching for the right words "She's coming with me" he blurted out quickly so no one could refute his decision.

Saying those words, you turned to the princess from another planet, worried that the vein that was popping out on her forehead from anger wouldn't explode, but she turned and walked away without saying a word.

Dick sighed and looked at you. “Ready to meet the family?”

── .✦

The Batcave was a place that used to impress anyone. If you were already impressed by Titans Tower, this was insane. It was cold, sober, a super-efficient place. But when you went down the elevator with Dick, even the shadows seemed to stop and stare at you.

Upon entering, the first thing you could see were all the Bat Family suits inside those transparent tubes on display, the long tables with super-advanced Wayne Industries technology, and the five key men in Dick's life.

Tim was the first to speak, though he didn't really say anything. He just adjusted his glasses and tilted his head slightly, analyzing you as if you were a fascinating new algorithm that refused to be deciphered.

Jason let out a low, unfiltered laugh, trying not to appear mesmerized by your appearance. He smiled crookedly as his eyes scanned your figure without any shame. While keeping his gaze on you, he murmured to himself, "Now I understand how Bruce felt about working with Selina."

"Sorry, what?" You asked him, trying to understand what he said.

"Why you just shut up, Todd? you look better that way" Dick answered him with a serious look.

"Nothing important,babe, sorry" Jason answered you without taking his look on you.

Damian, from the back, murmured something that only Tim could hear, although what mattered was his posture: arms crossed, brow furrowed, sharp gaze. “I don’t trust anyone who seems like an illusion generated by an AI.” A compliment in Damia language

Bruce, in the background, remained silent. His presence filled everything, like a shadow impossible to ignore. He observed every detail: your posture, your body language, the contact you maintained with Dick. His judgment was an invisible sentence in progress, but not immediate. He analyzed. He measured. He weighed, but there also appeared that slight raise of an eyebrow that, coming from him, was practically an exclamation.

You had caught his attention, and that was weird.

The almost imperceptible sound of smooth wheels on the polished floor broke the tense air. From a darker corner of the cave, Barbara's figure appeared, descending the side ramp. She didn't announce her presence, but everyone noticed her.

She radiated control and serenity. Her red hair was perfectly combed, and his gaze was as sharp as an arrow. she stopped at a safe distance, not getting too close.

“You don't usually bring unannounced visitors,” she said finally. Her tone was gentle, but laden with invisible layers: courtesy, analysis… and something harder to define. Jealousy, perhaps, disguised as professionalism.

You could feel her gaze moving from bottom to top, not at all subtle . Your boots, your curves, the contours of your face. Everything. There was no shame or dissimulation in her eyes; only an impassive assessment that bordered on the hostile.

You were simply beautiful, you made everyone who stood next to you look ridiculous, and she definitely wasn't having it.

Dick turned to her with a half smile. “She’s not a visitor. She’s working with us on this.”

Barbara slowly lowered her gaze to where her hand still rested on your hip. Then she studied you from head to toe, unashamed, and her eyes returned to yours.

Barbara held your gaze as firmly as she held her reputation. There was no wavering in her eyes, but no sympathy either. Just silent judgment, as if trying to decide whether you were a threat, a distraction… or both at once.

“I guess that's for Bruce to decide,” she finally said in a not-so-friendly tone, turning her chair slightly toward her, although she didn't take her eyes off you completely.

Bruce finally spoke.

“Good. If you're here, it's because Dick thinks it's necessary. The least you can do is prove it.”

You turned to face him and nodded professionally. “Of course. Where do I start?”

And so, without further validation, you integrated into the cave as if you had always belonged there... even though not everyone was ready to accept it.

And when you headed to your seat, Dick escorted you, placed both hands on your shoulders, and brought his mouth as discreetly as possible close to your ear. "I'm glad I can finally introduce you to everyone" he placed a soft kiss on your head before returning to Bruce.

[luigisbambinaaa]

Luigi being married to a Latina? Two cultures coming together.

Married Life with Luigi HCs

content warning: brief mentions of sex, breeding

an: hi! i saw you sent two separate asks about married life with Luigi and also him being married to a Latina so i decided to combine both! Hope you enjoy! i had to rewrite this so many times lol. where my latina luigi girls at tho??? ❤️

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• has his eyes stuck on you the entire wedding. your lips, hands, your laugh— he’s in awe

• loves seeing you use his last name on everything— new IDs, reservations, forms, even packages

• loves calling you mrs. mangione in private and in public

• every time he sees your wedding band, he can’t help but toy with it— letting his thumb brush over it and bring your hand up to press a kiss

• cums all over your wedding band at least once to mark you, “all mine. my fucking last name on you now.”

• buys the cringiest mr & mrs mugs, insisting you guys use them

• updates your contact name to “my wife ❤️”

•absolutely loves introducing you like, “this is my wife, my girl, mrs. mangione.”

• goes straight to hug and kiss you after a long day of work whispering a little “missed you so much baby”

• literally falls even more in love hearing you speak spanish, gets so turned on hearing you scold him in spanish

• secretly LOVES being called papi no matter if casual or sexual

^ reminds me of our girl lujajaja saying he’s probably be so turned on hearing you say “ay Que rico papi” in bed (miss her sm)

• imagine him picking up your slang to match your energy like “que rico mami”

• definitely LOVES being around your family and learns the little traditions like greeting and hugging everybody when arriving at a get together

• i feel like he’d have SO much fun going back to your home country and meeting your extended family and exploring there

• just like the italian pet names, he’d start using names like bebe, amor, mi vida, princesa

• this man ALWAYS has his hands on you no matter where you’re at

• def gives you kisses before leaving for work no matter how late he is or if you’re asleep

• gets sooo hard hearing you refer to him as “my husband”

• he def texts you throughout his work day like “hope you’re having a good day baby, can’t wait to see you tonight” or “can’t wait to come home and bend u over the mattress”

• he’d def start teasing you about trying for babies, “let me fill you up real good tonight baby. lets make it official”

• you going to bed in nothing but his oversized tees and it ruins him. all like “God, baby, you look so fucking good in my clothes” and then him bending you over the bed mumbling “gotta take care of my pretty wife”

[biancadoes1]

Hi Bianca! Omg I saw your theory and I was just gonna say you are an absolute genius! Your theory and mine is really similar and frankly, I would like to add a few things if I may.

When Nicola started to follow Antonia, I knew a shift was coming. Because let's be honest, Bton s4 started filming last September. If, and if Luke is really in a legit romantic relationship with Antonia, Luke had plenty of chances to introduce her to Nic behind the scenes and we will most likely see that. Let's be real. Nic follows people she likes. And she met. It doesn't matter if it was first meeting or so, she will follow. And the fact that Nic never followed Antonia says a lot, and also the fact that she followed miss dancer after their SAG appearance makes the timing even more suspicious than ever. The 6 month gap is seriously questionable in my opinion. Not to mention, that action can be interpreted like this, well since we got Nicluke SAG appearance together and they look even more couple coded than ever then Nic will be like 'I just have to follow this girl often linked with my bestie to control damage'

Or if miss dancer didn't like that during and after SAG people started to ship Nicluke again, Nicola had to compensate for that, for like what? Acting like their usual behaviour? It doesn't really look good for Antonia in my opinion because that would suggest she is uncomfortable with... you know Nic and Luke's friendship. It wasn't their fault that people see the natural chemistry there.

And no one here I bet would bat an eyelash for what's happening but I seriously doubt that it wasn't planned and nobody really wondered why the recent happenings to Nic and Jake are dangerously similar and close to what happened to Luke and Antonia last year? And I'm not talking about their appearances, I mean from socmed likes, appearances, pap pics and even the articles we have got were dangerously close and I can bet you can create a parallels between Jakeholes and Figatoni lore. They are eerily exactly the same and nobody bat an eyelash?

I would be gaslighting myself if I believe that it wasn't strategic at all. Because the exact same shit happened between Nicluke and their side adjacents are exactly the same that it cannot be even called coincidence.

And for the articles about Nicola and Luke describing their relationship with other people always wrapped their article with always mentioning either Nic and Luke reiterating the fact that they are just friends. It gives me the impression of like, who are they trying to convince? The GA? We all know Nicola and Luke are real besties so repeatedly telling us that is like suggesting that they might be more than friendship. Highly suspicious and giving PR push.

Nicola repeatedly calling Luke and buddy and a pal and a friend without prompt or reason tells you there’s something more now.

Because we already know you’re friends, buddies, pals…no need to keep saying it, ya know?

[miyamiwu]

I just realized episode 4 was the first time Xiao Yueqing saw Lin Ling in his original appearance, and yet she recognized him right away. Did she look him up before? Or had Lin Ling pulled up pictures of himself and showed it to her?

But even then.... there was no wonder or confusion on her face when she saw the true Lin Ling for the first time. No “Lin Ling?” for confirmation. And Lin Ling just dropped in without even bothering to introduce himself

[heyimkana]

Omg, idk how to start this ask, but this was basically kick started by a comment I just recently made on your post-

S/O meeting the in-laws (can be set post reincarnation cup or not-) and Kyunghye and Ilhwan absolutely adore her, like, to the point that kunghye would nah Jinwoo to marry s/o even when they're just 2 months dating or something and Ilhwan giving tips on "how to please the wife 😌" (I mean, happy wife happy life right? 😂😂😂)

I would include the s/o's family, but I don't really know if you'd mentioned any of that...? But if you did, you can add!

THEM MEETING THEIR IN-LAWS IS SO CUTE OKAY OKAY LISTEN

so this is set before jinwoo used the reincarnation cup okay so they've been dating for only 2 months like you said, a little after he brought her to the shadow realm to have a little picnic date there

so jinwoo introduced her to his family next, and from the second they saw jinwoo walking through the front door with his face looking like 🥰 THEY KNEW she was the one for him LMFAO

kyunghye was already like tearing up a bit cause jinwoo had never shown any interest in dating before and she thought he was always too busy to actually find some time to socialize so she was lowkey worried for him and suddenly jinwoo walked in like that??? with a girl holding his hand??? kyunghye could see it in his eyes just how in love he was with her and it was the cutest thing ever

kyunghye, giggling softly in ilhwan's ear: "he looks just like you when you first told me you loved me"

ilhwan: *manly blushing noises*

and his parents LOVE her OMG like they think she's the cutest thing in the world. S/O was so shy and nervous the first time they talked and she kept fumbling with her words, and she was SO polite and humble, and she was just the SWEETEST girl, immediately helping kyunghye in the kitchen to help her prepare dinner and they bonded immediately over cakes and pastries LIKE THEY'RE SO CUTE

lhwan had a serious talk with jinwoo as they waited for dinner to get ready. he took him to the balcony and they were like two cool, manly guys drinking their cool, manly beers and with their cool, manly hair swayed by the wind,

ilhwan: "she hasn't been awakened, has she?"

jinwoo: "no. and i'm hoping she never will."

and ilhwan could tell that one of the reasons why his son loved her was because she made him feel... normal. just a normal boy meeting a normal girl by accident, falling in love so naturally, and doing just the most mundane things together. ilhwan thought jinwoo must have found comfort in her, like he could forget all his burden and responsibilities when he was with her. it reminded ilhwan of kyunghye too in a way, she made him feel like he was at home whenever he was with her and ilhwan was glad to see his son finding someone like that in his life, seeing how much jinwoo needed it.

ilhwan's expression was solemn but soft when he said "try not to worry her so much, okay? i know you can't escape your duty as a hunter but now you have more people waiting for you to come home. she's a sweet girl. so innocent. i bet she gets worried easily when you're not there with her. don't make the same mistake I did with your mother. don't put her through the same situation. don't make her cry, jinwoo, that's all i ask of you."

and jinwoo looked at his dad and he saw the pain and the regret written on his face. "i won't. i promise" and jinwoo meant his words. he intended to keep it forever but ofc the war with the monarchs happened. this was the reason why he used the cup, like i said before. to make her forget about all of these. to erase the tears that she's shed for him.

(ANYWAY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY LET'S GO BACK TO FLUFF)

maybe jinah came home from campus after the dinner was over, she was like "OH UNNIE YOU'RE HERE YAAYY MAKE ME SOME CAKE PLEASEEEE" and jinwoo pinched her cheek and was like "don't order my girlfriend around" and jinah was like "oooooohhh your girlfriend~~~ 😚 so when are you gonna wife her up big bro" and he blushed and he pinched her harder "s-shut up"

but kyunghye joined in, giggling like "oh, we would love to have you in our family. isn't that right, ilhwan?"

ilhwan: *manly approval noises*

and S/O and jinwoo were just looking briefly at each other before they turned away, blushing (this is so cute in my head HELP like jinwoo was pushing his hand into his pocket, looking away, rubbing the back of his head, cheeks flaming red)

ilhwan, chuckling: "i'm sorry if we sound too excited. our little boy has never brought a girl home before."

S/O: "omg really? 🥺 i'm your first? 🥺"

jinwoo, lowkey screaming gaaaah she's so cute: "m-maybe"

S/O: "jin 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺"

jinwoo:

[acourtofthought]

I forgot who I saw this from the other day but it really resonated with me for anyone who continually undermines the possibility of Elain (and Lucien) having the next book

Someday, the ACOTAR series is going to be sold as a boxed set. Maybe it's a gift for an 18 year old from a parent who "heard there was a lot of buzz about this series".

That person is going to start with ACOTAR and work all the way through ACOMAF, ACOWAR, ACOFAS, ACOSF, and whatever the next book(s) is / are.

That means they'll finish SF and move directly into the next book. They're not going to pause to read the CC series, they probably won't know of any bonus chapters, they won't even know to go back and scour the internet for Interviews where Sarah said "she was excited to write Az's journey" or "because she knew early on where Elain's story was going it allowed her to plant seeds throughout ACOWAR and even SF".

The only thing that will exist for this particular reader are the books. And the end of SF says the following:

"Maybe not." Eris shifted on his feet, and grimaced again. "But you and yours have more important things to worry about than ancient history. My father is furious that his ally is dead, but he's not deterred. Koschei remains in play, and Beron might very well be stupid enough to establish an alliance with him, too. I hope that whatever Morrigan is doing in Vallahan will counteract the damage my father will unleash."

That line comes before Cassian thinking:

And one day, when the time was right.....They'd take the next steps. They'd walk down whatever road lay ahead of them together.

Of course Sarah hinted at Nesta and the Valkyrie having more of a story to tell in SF but based on the above which comes at the very end of the book, it seems a clear delineation of what the focus of the plot currently is.

If you were reading SF and moving right into the next book, would you think that the restoration of the Dusk Court was a more pressing issue than what Eris is talking about? Would you really know anything much about the Dusk Court at all having moved right from SF into ACOTAR 5/6?

If you're reading these books back to back, you'll have also just finished the novella where Feyre says to Mor:

"I want them to be happy. All of them."

And that is in reference to Nesta, Elain, and Lucien. She follows that up with "And you - are you happy?" speaking directly to Mor.

Yes, the Valkryie were introduced in SF but would a reader automatically assume that suddenly their stories are more worth telling than Elain's? Than Lucien's? Than Mor's?

It's as if just because people have grown attached to those characters (which are great, of course), suddenly nobody else's story is important.....at least not until Gwyn and Az get a HEA together first. But I don't think a reader going straight from one book to the next would honestly see it that way. Not when the Elucien bond has been an unresolved issue since book 2. Not when Vassa and those other girls are still Koschei's captives. Not when Spring has been falling apart for multiple books, not when Mor was clearly not 100% happy in the novella. Just because we have our personal favorites, it doesn't mean Sarah cares more for them than she does all her characters.

With that said, Sarah could ABSOLUTELY write Gwynriel next but I have to say, if you're reading the series straight through, they would not be the "obvious" answer to me. They would actually be more of a "What??? But what about everyone else? What about Elain and Lucien? Vassa? Mor? What about Spring falling apart? And Koschei and Beron?" "Lucien still doesn't know about Helion??" "What do you mean people can time travel now?" Because those plots were not only introduced multiple books back but we were reminded of them in SF.

And that's why I say I still feel Elucien could possibly be next because they do make the most sense to me if we're looking at the ACOTAR series as a series and not just a single standalone book.

[eevzz]

androgynous! yan who never really thought much of you during school. you were there, he saw you, but it never really clicked just how much he needed you until you guys got paired up for an assignment. after spending so much time with you, even outside of class, they grew to love you. not even just a cute class crush he got paired up with once and will never think about again, no, you're an obsession. before he even realizes, soon his life goes from homework, online shopping, and maintaining a social life to needing to know you better than you know yourself.

androgynous! yan who, through further inspection (stalking), finds out that prior to this school year, you were homeschooled! and thats a perfect opportunity to get even closer to you. he was homeschooled for like 2 years during covid so that counts right? even though its not as many years as you've been homeschooled, he can totallyyy relate to you!

as for you, you knew of androgynous! yan. you didn't really care for them, yeah you saw him a few times and thought they were cool but you never really felt the need to be their frienc. well until they kept trying to insert themselves into your life. i mean, you dont mind them wanting to be your friend its just that its so very forced. you've told him many times you're awkward and have a hard time socializing and yet he still insists on being your friend!

androgynous! yan who often feels so comfortable to touch you everywhere on your body. you tried to bring it up to him but he said "well, normally friends always touch each other like this" and told you that the only reason you find it weird is because you've been homeschooled your whole life. you take is as fact because you have been homeschooled your whole life. so you just go along with it.

you first brought the idea of a sleepover with him to your parents and when you talked more about them they absolutely hated the idea of androgynous! yan. he was stunned!! how could they hate him sm without even meeting him first? instead of just giving up and letting it go like anyone else, no, androgynous! yan went a step further and just dressed more feminine to get past your parents. you introduced him as someone completely different and they adored him, or in your parents perspective, her. though, that night proved a mistake. while sleeping you felt hands all over you and shuffling around your room. when you woke up, you swear a few things were missing and placed differently. its safe to say after that night you avoided him to your best extent but you should realize you can't stay away from him forever.

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[kyoshithewriter]

Water from the Moon. (Part One).

Warnings: Angst (and I cannot stress this enough). Smut (18+)

A/n: Jules one shot was next on my list so here it is. I was listening to Celine Dion’s song- “Water from the Moon” (yes I love older music) and it’s so gut wrenching I had to draw some inspiration. This one will hurt lol. Enjoy?

If Mahina has learned anything in the past year it’s that heartbreak is heavy. It feels like the muscle actually swells ten times its normal size, occupying more space than it should. It weighs your chest down, stressing all the other limbs in your body in the process. It eats away at your smile. It dims the light in your eyes. It’s especially worse in her case; gradual, almost progressive as it burdens her further down every time she has to see him. And she sees him often. The woman that occupies his lap this week is even more gorgeous than the last. Her skin is the exact same shade of cocoa brown as Mahina’s, but that’s where their similarities end. The woman is shorter than her 5’6 frame; she is a lot curvier, especially her bottom half, hips naturally wide and ass a lot plumper than her own. She has no issues with her body, but she can’t block out the thought wanting to wiggle itself into her brain and fester into a hive of insecurity: ‘am I not voluptuous enough?’ The curve of the woman’s eyes on her face is almost feline like, highlighted by the bold wings she made with black eyeliner. Nothing like Mahina’s soft, round ones that show her naivety to the world. A beam of flashing blue strobe lights illuminate their figures briefly. It was enough for her to see the way his tongue flicks at the flesh of her neck; enough for her to see how the woman’s face contorts in pleasure. Mahina looks down at the lukewarm cloudy liquid in her martini glass. She can feel the way her shoulders are hunched in defeat.

“Are you okay?”

A voice on the shell of her ear brings her attention to her left. Her eyes meet wide concerned hazel ones. Brianna’s. In moments when she’s alone in her apartment and it especially hurts, she sometimes curses her friend. Brianna is the reason they met in the first place. The two grew up together in the sunny state of Florida. Mahina and her family had moved there in the summer when she was eight years old. A woman had introduced herself as Savannah and her children as Brianna and Jayden. The trio all shared the same caramel skin tone and bright, hazel eyes. Mahina and Brianna spent the summer jumping rope, or playing with dolls under the cool shade of the orange tree in her backyard. Her brother Jayden, who is three years older, claimed he didn’t have use for their company but he was nice enough anyway. Their playdates turned into sleepovers and the duo became inseparable throughout middle school into high school. The plan was to attend the same university; however, her brother’s career thwarted that dream. Jayden was really good at football all throughout their school years. He’d be the star player in every tournament and he made a name for himself. So much so that he got an offer from a club in Spain.

“I have to go to university in Spain. We’re moving there because of my brother.” Brianna grumbled while sprawled across her bed.

“Well, that’s a good opportunity for him. It’s kind of a big deal.” Mahina replied softly.

“Yea but what about me? I have to leave everything behind, including my best friend.”

The tears were instantaneous the moment she saw her friend’s eyes glistening.

“We will keep in touch, don’t worry. And you could move back here or I could move to Spain. We always talk about moving away together anyway.” Mahina reminded her friend. The small town they lived in was a bit boring.

“I hope you’re serious, Mahina. Because I need you in my life.” Brianna said solemnly.

“Of course.”

Mahina kept her promise and moved to Spain as soon as she graduated two years ago, even before she landed a job. Brianna had no problem allowing her to room with her until she got hired and was able to get an apartment a few minutes away (that she still thinks isn’t even necessary since Brianna insists she sleeps over almost nightly anyway). Brianna’s brother is now an actual football star for a juggernaut club in Spain. Mahina’s brain did not fully comprehend the extent of it until Brianna dragged her along to her first football match. It still remains one of the most exciting things she has ever experienced. It’s why she thought nothing of it when Jayden invited them to hangout at some after party he was throwing at his house after the game. She wishes she didn’t attend sometimes. Because then she wouldn’t have met him. Jules.

“Earth to Mahina.”

Brianna snaps a few times in her line of sight.

“Yeah I’m okay, just a bit tired. I had a long day at work today. I keep telling you guys that partying on Saturdays is a lot better than on Fridays.”

“They have a game Sunday so it needs to be tonight.”

Mahina tries not to swing her eyes in their direction again. Instead, she eyes Jayden and two of their other teammates trying to do a full on dance routine in the club.

“Well I spent all day hunched over a laptop. I’m exhausted. I’m going to head out.”

She feigns a yawn, pulling at the hem of the black leather dress that clings to her body like a second skin. Swinging her waist length braids over her right shoulder, she reaches to retrieve her clutch from the small table.

“Do you want me to come?”

“Nah. I feel like being alone in my apartment tonight. I need to actually catch up on some sleep since you had me up until 3 AM yesterday.” She rolls her eyes playfully. Brianna holds her palms in mock surrender.

“Hey, you asked me about my love life and you know how that goes. Don’t blame me.”

“True. But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Lemme know when you’re home!”

Mahina waves and keeps her eyes forward as she briskly makes her way to the stairs to exit the VIP section.

“Luna? Are you leaving?”

Mahina wants to curse at Jayden. Now everyone’s eyes are on her. She can’t help but be endeared by the nickname though. Her mother is a huge fan of all things celestial, and had gotten her name from an ode to the moon by a Hawaiian poet. Jayden has called her Luna since he found out the meaning behind her name.

“Uh yeah. I'm a bit tired.”

“Need me to take you?”

Mahina’s eyes swing briefly in his direction. Despite the dark frames that cover his eyes she knows he’s staring, even as the woman on his lap attacks his neck with open mouthed kisses.

“I’m fine. I didn’t even finish my glass of martini.”

Jayden walks over to peck her cheek softly.

“Be careful now.”

She nods with a small smile before turning to leave.

Mahina gets home and the water works start as soon as she’s freshly showered and cuddled in bed. His oversized, black graphic tee is soft against her skin and she feels so pathetic.

“I swear I’m not doing this with him anymore. I’m done.” She wipes harshly at the tears on her face.

But even as the words leave her mouth, they don’t sound convincing to her own ears. It’s confirmed when her phone lights up with a notification.

Jules [2:57 am]: Can I see you tomorrow night?

Her response is immediate.

Mahina [2:57 am]: Yes.

Because she’s weak.

‘No, you’re in love.’

But as Mahina lies in the dark of her room, heart torn between excitement and heartbreak, she still struggles to find the difference between the two.

*******

“Fuck, Mahina. Baby please.” His voice sounds like a wheeze from his chest. Jules eyes the woman like something to be worshiped. From the inky black braids that flow freely down her back to the chain of beads that cling to her waist. It wouldn’t surprise him if she’s actually a goddess in disguise.

She eyes him beneath her; in moments like this, she actually feels like she has a bit of power. His doe like eyes stare up at her with such pleading and reverence, body locked tight with tension. Placing her hands behind her back, she reclines slightly so her body is tilted at a 90 degree angle. Mahina raises herself higher on the tips of her toes and slams her hips down harder. She clenches like a vice around him on every upward lift, watching the way his eyes bounce between where they’re joined and to her face. She’s sure she looks the picture of debauched with her mouth agape, brows furrowed and big eyes wet with tears. Mahina notices the way his abdomen tightens, lips quivering. So close.

“Jules… want you to come. Want to feel it.” She whines airily.

He grunts and locks her hips in place. Planting his feet against her couch, he slams his hips into her over and over until he’s groaning like a man being tortured. He comes so hard it momentarily blinds him. It’s always like this with her, he always feels so wrung out in the best way possible after. Maybe she is a divine entity that takes away a little of his soul every time he’s inside her. Even then, he doesn’t think he’d care. He’d keep coming back until he’s nothing but an empty carcass of himself if he gets to see her like this, to feel her like this. It’s indescribable. The innocent sheen to her eyes makes the experience so much better; like a naughty little secret. Nobody in their circle would ever guess she’s able to make a grown man beg and quiver.

“Putain… baby…”

He takes only a second to collect himself before hauling her forward, pulling her off where he’s still hard to sit her against his mouth. Mahina doubles over as he closes his soft, warm mouth around her clit instantly.

It doesn’t take long to pull the orgasm that has been tickling the edges of her skin from her body. Mahina is left momentarily breathless as she grinds against his mouth. He places a final small kiss against her just to watch her twitch before sliding her down his broad chest. He sits up and pulls her pliant mouth into a sloppy kiss.

“You know, if you keep fucking me like that I’m gonna think you’re in love with me.” He says with a smirk while he stands to peel the condom off.

And Mahina… She's tired of hiding it.

“I am.” Her voice sounds meek to her own ears.

Jules pauses with his back turned to her. He slowly pivots in place to face her with a confused smile on his face. He brings a hand to push his locs out of his eyes.

“What?”

“Since the sixth month into our… arrangement I think. I’ve learned how to cook your favourite meals, I’ve learned how to give proper massages so I can help every time you come here complaining about being sore, I taught myself how to care and style your hair. I make myself available every time you need me to. How can you not notice, Jules?”

He only straightens his stance and looks away from her.

“Or… you do and you just don’t care.”

She shifts, swallowing around the lump in her throat.

“I figured you liked me more than you should, but I didn’t know…” he says solemnly.

Mahina closes her thighs, ignoring the dampness still present. It now feels humiliating.

“Like?” She releases a bitter chuckle.

“The only thing I wouldn’t do for you is get you water from the fucking moon and its because it’s literally not possible. You know that. And that’s why you have the audacity to do things like asking to see me after parading another woman in my face like you did last night. You know I won’t say no because you know… you’ve always known, Jules.”

A stream of tears accompany the words that she whispers in the stillness of her living room.

“I…. I can’t give you what you need, Mahina. I don’t know what- I’m sorry.”

Her heart drops all the way to her stomach and stays there.

“Okay.” She says softly.

He moves in her direction, ready to envelop her body in a hug.

“Please don’t.” She begs. Being in his arms will only make it worse.

He backs up to scrub a hand harshly down his face. He sighs heavily and moves down the hallway to her bathroom. When he reemerges, he gets dressed in silence.

“I should… I’ll see you around. Je suis désolé, Mahina.”

The sound of her apartment door closing behind him is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Mahina chokes before releasing gut wrenching sobs.

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Mahina watches Brianna ramble on about something; she’s not sure what, she hasn’t really been present in her own body for the past month now. There’s an excuse to dodge every hang out they planned: a simple ‘I’m tired from work’ usually works; when that isn’t convincing enough, a stomach or headache does the trick. Truthfully, Mahina has been avoiding the group for obvious reasons, but she has also been working on something that she knows Brianna would try talking her out of if she found out about it. The yellow flames of the fire illuminates her friend’s face briefly as she deglazes the pan with white wine.

“I’m moving to London.”

Mahina watches as her friend processes his words. The smile on her face grows stiff around the edges. Her brows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“My job has an office in London that needs a data scientist after the last one quit suddenly. I’m taking the job.” Mahina grabs the bottle of wine from the counter to take huge gulps so she doesn’t have to look at her friend’s heartbroken face.

“Is- why? Did something happen?”

“No. The money is better.”

The acrid smell of burning wine tickles the back of her throat. Mahina tells herself that the smoke is what’s making her friend’s eyes wet with tears. Brianna reaches to turn the stove off.

“Money? That’s the excuse you’re using? You make almost twice the amount I do here and I’m very comfortable.”

She avoids her friend’s narrowed eyes.

“I also need some time… Alone.”

“I’ll give you space. I do that every time you ask Mah-”

“I’ve been fucking Jules and I was stupid enough to fall in love with him. I confessed to him a month ago and he… I can’t stay, Brianna.” She blurts. She had no intention of ever saying anything. But it feels so freeing.

“Oh… oh Mahina.”

Brianna pulls her into a hug and she immediately starts wailing.

“So the other night we went out and I was updating you on… fuck, I’m so sorry.” Brianna says through a sniffle.

She wants to tell her friend not to apologize, she couldn’t have possibly known. But all she can do is choke and cry.

She stays in her friend’s embrace until her tears run dry.

“Am I at least allowed to visit?”

“Of course. I already secured a two bedroom apartment for us.”

Brianna squeezes her tighter.

“Good.”

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“What’s going on with Mahina? She hasn’t been around in a minute. Tell her to come through, no excuses.” Jayden says with a small frown on his mouth.

Her brother has organized a game night at his house to celebrate the team’s victory earlier. A smaller gathering with a few of his teammates and some random women. Unsurprisingly, Jules has his arm wrapped around one of them. However, the conversation steals his attention; he turns his eyes to stare in her direction.

“Well, Mahina left.” She says nonchalantly.

“What?!”

“What do you mean?”

The questions come simultaneously. Brianna eyes Jayden and Jules as the pair eye each other from their periphery. It only takes two seconds for her to connect the dots and she doesn’t know if she wants to groan or laugh.

“She got an offer in London. Pays a lot better.” She responds with a shrug.

“So she… without telling me?” Jayden whispers in with a disappointed tilt to his pink mouth.

“She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She’ll come visit sometimes.”

Brianna pretends to be busy on her phone as she observes the men seated in front of her. Jules gently eases the woman off his lap and stares blankly at the monopoly cards strewn across the table. A beat of silence. Then he steps out of the room with his phone in hand, heading towards the front door with a haste to his steps. Brianna smirks as her brother glares at his retreating form before unlocking his phone and heading in the opposite direction down his hallway. Brianna stays rooted in her seat but curiosity burns under her skin.

“Ball’s in your court, Mahina. Who’s call will you be accepting?”

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Pay the Piper (Leitmotif 3)

mdni

Chapter summary: You've left an impression, and pirates' greed isn't only for gold.

Master list <--- All chapters in order

Chapter warnings: none. (Holy shit)

Unconventional Use of Haki: I'm playing with haki by introducing D&D flavored bardic talents. I'll explain further as the story grows, but I thought fair warning was needed. Always happy to answer queries in my inbox!

A/N: I alternate "verses" (main story arc chapters) with "leitmotifs" (critical flashback chapters with contextual adventures). It's a play on One Piece's own style and a way to keep things fresh.

I do not curate tag lists, but I do reply to comments when the next chapter goes live!

Shanks hid behind the brim of his straw hat, kicking the side of the bar with his dangling feet, stewing.

A man played guitar in the corner, leading shanties the Roger Pirates joined with gusto, and the space pulsed with stomping feet and laughing voices while a watered-down ale grew warm between his hands.

It just didn’t feel right.

Pirates were all about action, but his thoughts trapped him like quicksand, locking him in a frustrating spiral where he tried to figure out what he should have done differently, or what he should say to make his captain change his mind. He was stuck. Had been since the last port when Gaban rowed the girl and her guitar to shore.

The music in the bar just made it worse. It didn’t sound like her playing at all. But she did more than perform. He’d felt it. Lower, sweeter, and subtler than any haki he’d felt before – even from her, considering the way she’d demanded her necklace back. It was like the music had touched his heart and pulled. He hadn’t imagined it, either. He saw the looks the grown-ups gave each other, Rayleigh and Captain Roger in particular.

She was special, and small, and alone – and they just left her behind like it was nothing.

He grit his teeth. Clenched his fists around his tankard.

He hadn’t told anyone about the nightmare she’d had as she’d slept, too deep in her exhaustion to surface from the horror. He didn’t tell anyone how he’d scrambled to the floor, trying to shake her awake, staining his sleeves with her tears in the process. She hadn’t called for anyone. Not her parents. Not a friend. Even unconscious, she’d bitten her lip and pulled into a ball like she could hide from her own memories.

Shaking, she’d whispered into the dark, “I don’t want to be brave anymore.”

He sat next to her, out of his depth, but determined to… stand guard? Keep her safe, maybe. Prove she didn’t have to brave if she didn’t want to. Buggy snored above, and she slowly moved from sobs to deep, even breaths. She was still asleep when he was called to help prepare breakfast.

The next thing he knew, Rayleigh was escorting her on deck, and the tender was prepped and lowered for her departure. He couldn’t contradict his captain, no matter how much he wanted to.

Waving and shouting – listening to her shout back – was the most he could do. It was a promise and a tether. He wanted to stay with her as she fought her way to her fancy music school, a spark kept banked in the back of her mind.

Now he wondered every time he laid down in his bunk, cleaned the deck, or heard the pluck of a string. What was she doing? Had she picked a fight with someone dangerous? Was she safe?

With a groan and creak of the barstool, Rayleigh plopped down beside him. He tapped the bar for a refill, and as his cup was refilled, he glanced down at the sullen apprentice. Shanks didn’t have to look up to know. He could feel it. Even when Rayleigh wasn’t using observation haki, Shanks felt like he was – peeling back time and intention and embarrassing things that could make a grown man squirm. But he refused to cringe away, holding his stoic silence and posture as he braced for a jab.

The first mate scoffed. “Hells.”

Rayleigh threw back half his drink.

“Your fruits haven’t even dropped yet and you’re hung up on a girl.”

Shanks flushed. He dropped his head even lower, hoping his hat’s brim would hide the worst of it as he tried to flip the humiliation back into the festering anger he couldn’t vent. What did Rayleigh not about it, anyway?

“No ordinary girl, I grant you,” Rayleigh said, leaning on his elbows. Settling in for a Real Talk. Shit. “A prodigy for sure. Never seen – or guess heard – haki used like that before. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s moved on. And so should you.”

Without looking up, without showing the first mate any level of respect, Shanks grumbled, “It doesn’t feel right. She would’ve made a great pirate. And she was alone.”

Rayleigh grunted, the only acknowledgement he’d give Shank’s point. “You can’t keep every stray. Remember that cat Buggy wanted to keep? Could’ve been a good mouser. Would’ve fit on a ship. Not a bad idea. The cat had other ideas, though, and when he tried hauling it off the dock it scratched the shit out of him.”

“She wasn’t a cat.”

“No.” Rayleigh’s voice turned harder. Colder. “She may be a young person, but she’s still a person, and she gets to make her own choices. A school is hardly the worst place she could go. You grew up in this life, so your perspective’s skewed. Just because she can fight doesn’t mean that’s what she wants to do for the rest of her life. Take my advice: never get between someone you like and their dreams. It won’t end well.”

Every word weighed Shanks’ spirit down a little lower, letter by letter until he felt he could lick the spilled sake and peanut shells from the floor. Rayleigh was right. If she didn’t become a pirate by choice, she wasn’t really free, and that was the point. Mostly.

None of that changed what he wanted, though, and a hint of selfish greed that had nothing to do with piracy chafed, stuck in his throat.

He wouldn’t get her name. He wouldn’t get to show her how to string up a hammock so it looked steady until Buggy jumped in. He wouldn’t get to see how she played his favorite shanties. He wouldn’t get anything.

He sighed, letting his shoulders rise and fall with the force of it. And then he got busy burying those feelings. Rayleigh really wasn’t joking. She was really gone. And even if he could do something about it, he shouldn’t.

Putting together a smile, he finally looked up at the first mate. “Just miss her, I guess. She was fun.”

Rayleigh dropped a hand on his head, relaxing in turn. His own wicked smirk cracked his face, and he offered an answering shrug. “You never know with these things. As the captain likes to say, some connections are just meant to be. If you’re destined to see her again, you’ll cross paths somewhere out there.”

His smile stretched. The weight lifted. A new road to adventure opened where he thought he’d run into the Red Line.

“You think so?”

“Oh,” Rayleigh took up his tankard again, “if she’s half as much trouble as I think she is, I’d bet on it. Troublemakers tend to run into each other. Sooner or later.”

“Heh.” Fully grinning, Shanks chugged his own drink, heels kicking the barstool as fresh energy surged from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Rayleigh was never wrong.

Of course they’d meet again.

And maybe next time she’d join the crew.

Every great crew needed a musician.

[mer-acle]

Snippet: Silent Wars

~Home Sweet Home~

After Athena's 4th semester finals, it's time to visit the family over the weekend, and Ares has someone to introduce to them.

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Ares brought the car to a hold in front of a stately building, not quite a mansion, but quietly communicating wealth.

“Damn,” Aphrodite said.

Ares blushed.

“Yeah, there we are.”

In the backseat, Athena disconnected her earbuds and put them in her pocket. As always, she was relieved to get out of the steel cage known as car. Stiff-limbed, she climbed out, just in time for the front door to swing open.

“Heph, slowly!” she heard a voice from inside, before an orange flash barreled toward her.

“Thena!! Ares!!”

The breaks squeaked in protest about an inch from her foot. Chuckling, Athena bowed down to wrap her arms around her little brother.

“Hey, little guy.”

His arms bunched the fabric of her jacket and hoodie, holding on tight as if that alone would keep her here. She stroked his back.

She knew that her mother was standing in the doorway, watching them, but she didn’t look up yet, instead burying her head in Hephaestus’ soft hair and holding on to him just as much.

“It’s been over a month!” His voice was muffled against her shoulder but no less accusing.

“I know, and I’m sorry. Uni’s been a mess, you know?”

“Why do you have to go to that place if you don’t like it?” he asked, brow furrowed. “Being grown up should be cooler than that!”

“Because,” a sonorous voice interrupted. “your sister is going to achieve great things and uni is the way to go for that.”

Athena winced slightly at her father’s voice. She never meant to, but his track record of instantly saying something that was a subtle or not-so-subtle jab at Ares whenever they saw him, made it hard not to. She wished more than anything that there was a way for her to make him stop saying these things, but in 20 years and despite all that mythic potential she was supposed to have, she hadn’t found one.

“Hey, Thena, that is not just your brother, you know? My turn!”

Athena felt a smile tug at her lips as she let go of Hephaestus to avoid being tackled by her other brother, watching how the boy reached out his arms and Ares scooped him into his arms with skillful ease. Hephaestus giggled, wrapping his arms around his brother’s neck.

Athena rose from the paved yard, eyes catching Aphrodite who watched the brothers with an equally warm and wistful smile.

“Look how you’ve grown!” Ares exclaimed in a fake-grandpa voice, earning more giggling.

“Bet I can beat you in a race now, can we try later?” “Course we can. Gotta introduce my girlfriend first, though, everyone’s kinda waiting, okay, big guy?”

Hephaestus pulled a face, but didn’t protest, just held on for a few seconds longer when Ares set him back down into his chair. Hera leaned against the doorframe, smiling as she watched, Zeus a step behind her.

Ares got up and grinned a bit awkwardly.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad. Uh. This is my girlfriend, Aphrodite.”

Aphrodite waved a little, shyer than Athena had ever seen her.

“Aphrodite,” Hera said. “I’m Hera. It’s nice to finally meet you, welcome.”

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Zeus extended his hand to her.

“Nice to meet you, Aphrodite. I’m Zeus.”

Aphrodite shook his hand with a more careful smile.

“Nice to meet you, too. Thanks for having me.”

“Good to have you, finally know what the fuss is all about,” Zeus replied. Aphrodite chuckled politely. Athena exchanged a glance with Ares who looked at her with the ‘Let this end’ look.

Hephaestus tugged at her sleeve, and she tensed slightly even though he’d pulled it down, not up.

“Is bringing girlfriends always this weird?” he whispered.

Athena bowed down, biting back a laugh.

“I wouldn’t know, but I’d guess so.”

Aphrodite turned around when Ares stepped forward to hug his mother. Athena stayed beside Hephaestus, one hand on his shoulder.

“Hi,” Aphrdodite said with a smile.”You must be Hephaestus. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Hephaestus eyed her shrewdly.

“Ares talks a lot about you,” he said then, not accusingly, just matter-of-fact.

Aphrodite’s smile grew wider.

“Oh, I bet not as much as about you. I saw the little robot you made in Ares’ room, too, that is so impressive.”

And she’s got him, Athena thought with some fondness. She knew her brother was easily bought when someone showed interest in his passion, even easier than she had been at his age. She would have been wary and called it performative, but it was Aphrodite, so chances were she had written a paper on robotics and just never mentioned it.

Athena met her mother’s eyes, fingers brushing over Hephaestus’ back once more before she crossed the distance and stepped into Hera’s waiting arms.

“Hey, big girl.” The shadow of a kiss touched her hair. Athena leaned her head against her Mom’s shoulder, subtly gripping the cuffs of her sleeves as she hugged her back.

“Hey, Mom,” she murmured.

“I missed you, Thea.” Hera’s embrace was warm and steady, and Athena closed her eyes and allowed it to hit, melting into her mother’s touch.

“I missed you, too.”

Hera pulled away slightly to look at her, one hand cupping her cheek. It took Athena a lot of strength not to let her head droop against it.

“Oh baby, you look so tired.” Hera said softly. “I don’t think you’ll be needing the lavender I put in your room, will you?”

Athena smiled faintly.

“Probably not. I kinda pulled two all-nighters last week.”

Hera breathed out.

“Oh dear. The workload they put on you is ridiculous, even disregarding the double major.”

“Come now,” Zeus said easily. “Thena is handling it fine. College wasn’t easy back in the day either.”

“I would like to hear you complain if you couldn’t go to bed at 9 because of work,” Hera replied, half-humorous, half-sharp. She pressed another kiss to Athena’s temple. “We’ll make sure you get some rest over the weekend, yeah?”

Athena nodded, then pulled away.

She got a bear-hug from her father that pressed the air ouf of her lungs, and he chuckled as she obediently protested like she had done for years. She winced a little when he patted her back, then followed him inside the house.

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Zeus, how much nicer this AU was without you having speaking lines.

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[day-dreaming-everyday]

I did Himbo orc so it's time for elegant lesbian vampire

Anyway imagine: She's elegant very sophisticated, in her castle everything is spotless. She's tall, taller then any women you ever met and most guys. Her skin is like a pale marble without a drop of color beside bloody red lips. She always look perfect and elegant with her long silk like black hair.

You met her on accident, you were lost and it was starting to get dark. As sun wad setting you you heard her... Her voice was melodic, but also intimidating at the same time. Quickly you end up going to her house to spend the night inside.

"Outside at night would be dangerous for somone so fragile".

She introduce herself as Louisa before letting you inside. Her home was huge.. it was a whole ass castle not house! As you followed her inside you could see Staff that worked for her... She seems to only hire women.

At first you felt intimidate looking in her dark eyes, but soon without you even realising you could get lost in them. Her black eyes reminded you of obsidian yet were so calm... It felt as if you were high and instead of just hiding for the night in her house you spend whole night in her bed with her.

You didn't knew what got into you... Who would go to strangers bed? You barely know her but the moment she pinned you down and kissed you, made you forgot about everything.

She didn't expect you to do anything... She was completely fine with taking care of such a tempting pillow princess. She wasn't rough with you, but she wasn't trying to be gentle either. She kept kissing your neck, saying something about your tempting scent and blaming you for seducing her, as she turned you into a mess under her.

From Louisa perspective the second she saw you she barely could resist. Everything about you was calling to her begging to be owned. To belong to her. Despite being vampire she didn't enjoy drinking blood, as she found it tastes horrible most of the time... but yours? It smell heavenly and tastes even better. She could swear you were made for her.

Louisa doesn't really like leaving her home, but if it ment spending even a second with you she would go anywhere. She only ever hire women around her castle because the scent of blood was usually stronger from men and she hated that sent but out of her home she would be surrounded by people and there's scents... But she just try to focus on yours. Ofcors going out during the day is torture for her. Sun won't kill her but it weakens her severely, especially her mind control ability she dosen't want to tell you about.

She's not happy when you're spending time with others... She's worried thiere horible scent would stay on you and overshadow your devine smell. She wish she could just lock you up with her but she put this thought aside even if it's always in back of her head.

You could think she only want you because of your blood and you couldn't be more wrong. Everything about you captivate her. She wants you. She needs you. Even without your blood she wants to have you forever. She's planing to one day turn you in vampire to so you won't be able to escape from her not even through death... She wouldn't allow cold death to steal you from her.

You're her love and she's going to keep you. Forever.

[theartofeggs]

@gremmed

tagged u so you'd know when i posted ur request lmao. I love it when Kylar's on the bottom. wish they didn't fight it so much in-game like just let me pamper u bbygirl. anyways it seems my dice yearn for trans men rn

Thanks for participating in my ask event! When a fic contains the PC as a main character, the PC will exclusively be referred to as "you," except from other characters, who will refer to the PC by their gender or some other defining characteristic. :) Brings me back to my "x reader" fic days. ahhh what nostalgia

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Kylar gets railed into oblivion

Prompt: Kylar x PC (Smut) / CW: kidnapping, dubcon (not really), breeding kink, PC = evil-type crazy, babytrapping but they both want to babytrap the other so uh? - Kylar = AFAB & male, PC = AMAB & GN ((mostly) dice rolls) + bonus F! Sydney, M! Whitney, and M! Robin (only mentioned)

Welcomed Payback

The chair you've been strapped to is rather uncomfortable. The least Kylar could've done was make sure it was a chair with padding or something instead of some wooden old rickety one that felt one wrong move away from just snapping under you. Oh well. At least he put you in a different room to whatever's causing all that ruckus upstairs. Though, you almost wish he did, considering that it keeps scaring him away from you. You're a bit fed up with him just coming and going. Him feeding you fruit by hand is just about the most contact you've gotten with him so far. All he's done other than that is draw you some and sing a couple out-of-tune love songs he made himself.

Did you purposefully get him to go crazy and kidnap you? Yes. You weren't ashamed to admit it at this point. You've been a bit enamored with him yourself ever since he introduced himself, probably more than he was with you. You didn't think anything of helping a bully victim out of a beatdown, but when you saw how he looked up at you, like he witnessed the descent of a god, something in your brain was clicked on. Considering he wouldn't talk to you for the first few weeks of your attempts at getting to know him, you ended up going a different route and doing quite a bit of digging to find out more about him—you first befriended Sydney and lulled out any and all stories she could remember about Kylar when he was little, then moved on to breaking into more than just a couple government archives to flip through Kylar's, and his family's, past documents.

You knew where he lived before he ever followed you back to the orphanage, and, honestly? It hurt a little, to see how he wanted to be part of your life so bad but didn't seem to want you to be in his. So, you thought you'd nudge him the right way. You noticed he was prone to getting jealous, seeing how his expression would change whenever you'd chat with someone else during lunch, and you thought it'd be easy to use that against him. You'd flirt with anyone and everyone the moment you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck, and then relish in the dark, envious looks he'd give the hickeys on your neck when you saw him next. You weren't a big fan of sharing your body so casually with other people, but it would be well worth it if it meant you'd have Kylar in your hands at the end of your endeavors.

Robin was probably the only one you actually felt bad for. When Kylar had given you a little owl plush that so obviously had one of its glass eyes replaced with a camera lens, you had gotten an idea. Though, you struggled to find the right person to use for it. Sydney came to mind first, initially, since you were already close with her and you could smell her crush on you, but figured it'd be too much effort considering how deep her connections are to the temple. She'd totally try to get you to join. There was also Whitney, but Kylar's already watched you suck him off at least a dozen times, so there wouldn't be a big surprise factor with him. A random stranger wouldn't do either—if it did, the videos and photos of you online would've been plenty. But then, you remembered Robin.

You had successfully wooed him, flirting with and lewdly touching him every chance you had, until he finally visited you in your room at night. All it took was a week of tender words, and it made you pity the poor man, but you found you didn't care too much as you grinned up at the owl plush on your wardrobe, right when Robin was busy staining your innards with his cum. The feeling of him inside you was revolting to some extent, but you had washed out his cum the moment Robin had fallen asleep. To your delight, Kylar was waiting for you outside the very next morning. He looked far from pleased, a distant look in his eyes, as he lifted up a long tube with something metallic shining within. You looked directly at him and bared your neck, eagerly accepting the tranq dart as it sunk into your flesh.

But, now that you were here, you couldn't help but find it a bit boring. The most entertainment you've gotten was Kylar's occasional visits and the nigh-constant rumbling above your head. For the past few hours, you've exclusively been humming the nonsensical tune Kylar had sung to you and fiddling with the rope tying you down. At this point, you would've settled for an awful soap opera on whatever old TV this decrepit manor still had lying around.

When Kylar came into the room next, you were already fully untied and just leisurely sitting in the chair, eyes closed and leg bouncing. "M-My love, d-did you not like the ropes? I-I'm sorry, b-but I put t-them on for a r-r-reason. Y-You'll run away if I d-don't keep you here." Kylar grit out, expression dark, as he stepped closer. He was probably on his way to tie you up again. Good. "Hm, but I didn't, did I?" You purred as he came up beside you, brushing a couple fingers up the length of his forearm, though you weren't too pleased to have his sweater between you and his skin. He paused, looking conflicted, and you took the opportunity to grab him and pull him onto your lap.

His face flushed a pretty red and he began to squirm, his hands grabbing onto yours as you kept his hips glued to yours. The clothes in your way would be off soon enough. You could be patient, just as you've been these past months. "A-Ah, d-did you want to do it that bad? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been a g-good boyfriend..." Kylar groaned as you grinded up against him, and the sound alone made you want to cum already. "What nonsense. You're the best I could ask for. Far too good for me." You murmured sweet platitudes as your hands slipped beneath his clothes. He shivered, and you began to rethink taking them all off. Maybe you'd just rip them where you needed to and let him keep the rest on—the room seems a bit cold for him.

He wriggled in your grasp against and you decided this was going to be a bad position to fuck him in, given he was already moving about like he was uncomfortable. So, naturally, you slid onto the floor below and carefully laid him down beneath you. Honestly, it might've been cleaner to fuck in a random alleyway, given the state of this room, but you weren't going to be picky all of a sudden. Your beloved was beneath you and waiting, legs and lips parted just for you, just like you wanted him to be. He leaned back up to take your lips in his, his tongue eager to explore your mouth as his hands ran across your back. You didn't even flinch when he tried to stick it down your throat, and gave him the same intense treatment.

You pulled your pants down and ripped a new hole in his at the same time, swallowing the bashful squeak he let out. You palmed him through his remaining underwear, your cock throbbing when you felt a pair of drenched folds through the thin fabric. You already knew he was trans, so it wasn't a surprise, but you truly had to thank whatever divine being made this man just so perfect. You wouldn't be able to count how many times you came just to the thought of getting to fuck a baby into your Kylar—because he would be yours if you put your kid inside him, right?

Kylar, to his wondrous credit, seemed to have a similar thought process. When he felt your fingers against his slick, he spread his legs even wider and shuddered erotically, only to pull away from your heavenly kiss. "Y-You should put it in. A-And not pull out, e-ever." He all but whispered the command, and you were more than happy to comply. You ripped another hole in the last remaining barrier and dug in with no further warning, relishing in the erotic yelp he gifted you, alongside all the other sounds he made as you began to thrust into him.

His insides were soft and gummy, massaging your cock as you slammed your hips against his. Any time he gripped onto you, you'd move in a particularly rough way, and if he whined, you left a new mark on his hardly exposed neck. He clung to you and didn't bother with keeping quiet, babbling all sorts of lewd things as he grinded up into your crotch at the peak of each thrust. At some point, you had to forcibly hold his hips still to keep him from accidentally shifting too far from you. It had the added bonus of giving you more leverage to ravage his cunt, though, so you were happy with the arrangement, even if Kylar cried about it.

Kylar came suddenly around you, soaking both your crotches with a thick cream, and you slowed for just a moment to give him some time to recuperate. When he began to whine again, you picked up the pace—drilling into him as fast as you could. As your own climax drew near, an unkind idea popped inside your head and made you pause. With a smirk, you slowly began to pull out of his swollen pussy, stopping only when Kylar's legs wrapped around the back of your hips and forced you to stay inside.

His face was still a delicious red, but his expression was dangerous. What a pretty boy. "C-Cum inside. N-Now." You chuckled at his cute attempt at being mean and happily resumed your gyrating, cumming with a drawn-out moan as you pushed your hips as deep into his as you could. "G-Good." Kylar hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You were far more pleased with yourself than he could've been, honestly. Hopefully after this he'd give you a tour around his house, and you could start planning on where the nursery would go.

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