#but it involves found family and fake marriage

[flamedoesart]

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[thesuperiorrobin]

Potential love troups? With a twist?

Friends to lovers ~

A classic love between two best friends as they try to hide their feelings for one another afraid it might ruin their friendship. Damian is brutal when he tries to hide his feelings—and sometimes wonder why you’re still friends with him. He falls in love with you because you understand him and aren’t friends with him because of who his father is. You fall in love because he’s a kind person despite being ruthless to everyone else. But to you he won’t return the feelings, will he?

Enemies to lovers~

Another classic expects it’s between the love of two sidekicks. You two fight around the city in the middle of the night while he’s on patrol. He hates how you’re always involved in everything and you hate how he stops you from everything. Won’t be a dull moment between the two when you aren’t throwing punches at each other. Until one day something bad happens and Damian dressed as Robin gets himself into trouble that leaves him bloody and bruised. You saved and cared for him—still keeping his identity a secret. He appreciated it.

Fake relationship~

Rumors going around about Damian dating this woman whom he does not like— so to steer clear from the news headlines he asked you, his long-term friend, to be in a fake relationship to get out of it. It works, but now the headlines are about you two, so you two play along for a few more months. Everything was fake. The dates that you purposely planned to get caught. But we’re the kisses fake too?

Forced marriage~

A marriage planned by your parents and his mother. Damian’s older now and now leads the League of Assassins with the burden on his back. You aren’t important to the league — and your only purpose is to give the Al Ghuls another heir after Damian. So you stand in the shadows, behind your husband everywhere he goes. Damian Al Ghul is a brutal man outside those doors, yelling at the people below him to work harder, a brutal man on missions he’s assigned. But behind closed doors, he’s a gentleman, towards you that is. A part of him pitty’s you. You didn’t ask to be married to a man like him. But you reassured him countless times you don’t mind it. A heavyweight leaves your shoulders when he promises to keep you safe. Maybe this forced marriage won’t be bad after all.

Soulmates/Best friends to lovers

An AU of mine where both you and Damian were married 100 years ago, so in love it made everyone jealous. You two were soulmates in another life, but that life was cut short after your lives were taken away from you. Now your souls are reincarnation to today's world. The world where you too are not a couple but rather best friends. There was some sort of connection when you two met and you instantly clicked. But you both have a small feeling you two should be something more than friends. “You think we were best friends in our past lives?” “I highly doubt that…”

Secret dating!

Can go both ways! You’re dating Robin, the vigilant sidekick that rides alongside the Dark night of Gotham. Ideally, you keep it a secret. For everyone—that includes Batman himself (but he knows) for many reasons the main one being He’s afraid of losing you. Some so many people want him and Batman dead and if they found out about you, you were as good as dead too.

Or

You’re dating Damian. You two agreed on keeping it private. Paparazzi doesn’t know what boundaries are in the world and Damian wanted to protect you from them. That was his main goal—that and keeping you a secret from his family. They’re embarrassing, to say the least, and if they found out about you he would never hear the end of it. Although Alfred already knows who you are.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Nothing Has Changed - 10

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

Author Note: So... I wrote the story outline until the ending. I didn't expect the story to turn dark. Prepare yourself.

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Bucky awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the right words. “Well, my mom is quite… eccentric.”

Even her own son admitted that Lydia was quite eccentric. She certainly acted like a woman from a wealthy family. She had also caused quite an uproar in town when people saw the wedding invitation that stated her husband would take her last name instead of the other way around.

In a small town, that decision was unique and controversial. Many husbands had their opinions, but no one dared to say it directly to Lydia. Everyone was somewhat afraid of her.

There was a rumor that the marriage wouldn't last long because it was one-sided love. But it's an old rumor.

“If her stares could kill, I’d be dead by now. I don't know what I did to make her hate me,” you muttered.

Bucky hesitated before speaking. “It's…”

“You know the reason?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

He walked closer to you, making you step back a bit. “If we become besties, I’ll tell you.”

'Best friends with you? Hell no!' You gave him a fake smile. “No, thank you.” Then you turned and left, determined to keep your distance from him.

“I knew you’d say that.” He pointed at you while chuckling. Then he whispered, “But why does it still hurt?”

🎨

While you were shopping at the grocery store, minding your own business in the sauce section, you heard a familiar voice, “I'm sorry.”

You pushed your shopping cart and saw a man kneeling down, picking up cans of beer from the ground. It looked like he had knocked over a beer display. From his hair and the pencil behind his ear, it was easy to figure out that it was Steve.

He looked as awkward as he had back in high school. Nobody helped him. You could have chosen to ignore him, but damn, your heart was getting soft.

Steve quickly picked up the beers, sensing someone was beside him. He assumed it was a store employee. “Sorry, I made more work for you.”

“You need to pay for all of this beer,” you said.

Steve realized it was you and looked up, surprised. “Could you pay it for me? I don’t have the money,” he said jokingly.

You rolled your eyes and picked up the last can of beer, fixing the display.

“Phew… I couldn’t have done it without you,” Steve said, relieved.

“Hmm,” you replied. Then you noticed the amount of beer in his shopping cart. “Having a house party?”

He looked back at his shopping cart. “Nah, just for me.”

“All of that…?” you murmured. Then you looked at his face. He tried to smile, but he looked sad, like you could see a dark cloud and rain pouring over him.

Steve sighed. “Hey, do you have some spare time?”

“Sure,” you replied.

Both of you finished shopping and then found a nearby café, settling into a quiet corner. Steve fidgeted with his phone, avoiding eye contact.

“The art school already replied,” he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. “They told me my portfolio doesn’t fit their criteria.” He looked dejected, his shoulders slumping as he spoke.

“Let me see the portfolio,” you said, reaching out your hand.

Steve hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone and showing you the pictures of his artwork. You took the phone, studying each piece carefully. As you scrolled through his work, you noticed the intricate details and the passion evident in every stroke.

Steve watched your face anxiously, trying to read your expression. His hands fidgeted on the table, betraying his nervousness.

“This is impressive,” you said, looking up at him with genuine admiration. “Coming from someone who frequently visits modern art museums, I can tell you these pieces are outstanding.”

Steve’s eyes lit up slightly, a flicker of hope returning. “Really? You think so?”

“That art school must be insane to reject this kind of art,” you affirmed.

You picked up your phone and called an art gallery owner who was one of your clients. After a brief conversation, the owner expressed interest in Steve’s work and wanted to meet him.

Steve looked astonished. “That was quick.”

“When you have status and connections, you can achieve a lot,” you said, putting your phone back in your pocket.

“Noted. Thanks,” Steve replied, his gratitude evident.

“In just a brief meeting, you’ve changed my life. You’re more thoughtful than anyone else I’ve ever met,” Steve said, his voice sincere.

You gave a small nod, internally wondering why you had helped him. Was it an act of charity?

Not really. Perhaps deep down, you felt that Steve reminded you of your old self. If you had never met Ransom, who opened your mind, you wouldn’t have known the real world outside of this town.

You weren’t close with Steve, but you had some similarities with him. Both of you were raised by single fathers. However, the difference was Steve’s father loved him, while your father, Tom, was an absent father.

Steve’s father loved him too much, not wanting to be separated from him. Mr. Rogers became paranoid after his wife died.

To summarize, Steve lived pretty much in a cage.

“It’s not free, though. I’ll charge you later after you sell your artwork,” you said, half-smiling.

Steve smirked. “I agree.”

🏎️

A few days later, on the weekend, you decided to drive around and find an automobile repair shop. The air conditioning in your dad's car wasn't working, and although Tom didn't seem bothered by it, you were. So, you took it upon yourself to get it fixed.

After driving around town, you finally found a repair shop. You got out of the car and went to the front desk, where a woman appeared to be engrossed in her phone and clearly bothered by the presence of a customer.

You knocked on the table to get her attention.

“I need to change the air filter for my air con,” you said.

“Wait in line,” she replied without looking up.

You looked around and saw there was no one else there. Was this really how they treated their customers?

You sighed inwardly. “Just give me the air con filter.”

Her eyes remained locked on her phone as she reached out and grabbed a box, handing it to you.

You clicked your tongue and handed her the money. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

Just as you were about to leave, the back door opened, and someone tall and imposing walked in. Instantly, your instincts kicked in, making you feel on guard.

Unexpectedly, you came face to face with one of Bucky's group, the biggest of them all. Thor. Like his namesake, he stood tall like a Greek god.

The cashier, who had previously ignored you, quickly brushed her hair and looked at Thor with puppy eyes.

Thor didn't even glance at her; his attention was on you. “No kidding. You’re back,” he said.

You gave a small nod. Back then, both of you were not friends. Thor was the loudest to laugh when you were made fun of. Standing tall like a tower, he was always the first to tell Bucky and their group when you were near.

He was known around town as a future NASCAR driver. Although you weren’t interested in car racing, a small part of you was curious whether Thor had made it to NASCAR or not. Maybe you’d ask Steve later.

“Something wrong with your old man’s car?” Thor asked with a smile.

You showed him the box you bought. “Just needed some spares.”

Thor stepped closer, his presence looming. “Need any help with that?”

You hesitated, feeling the awkward tension in the air. “I think I can manage.”

He chuckled, an awkward sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always were stubborn.”

You gave a tight-lipped smile. “And you were always…persistent.”

The cashier was still eyeing Thor, trying to catch his attention, but he seemed oblivious to her attempts. The silence grew uncomfortable, the memories of high school taunts and laughs hanging between you.

“Well, if you change your mind,” Thor said, gesturing to the repair bay, “I’m around.”

You nodded, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you walked back to the car, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of discomfort and nostalgia. Thor’s presence brought back memories you’d rather forget, but it also reminded you of how far you’d come.

You got into the car, placed the filter on the passenger seat, and drove off, the encounter replaying in your mind. Some things never change, but you have. And that was enough.

🚗

You drove home quickly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you pulled into the driveway. Finally safe at home, you were drenched in sweat from the broken air conditioning. “Shit. This damn air-con,” you muttered, frustrated. Why hadn’t your dad used the money you sent to buy a new car?

Determined to fix it yourself, you looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to change the air filter in a car. Despite the step-by-step guide, you were still confused, struggling to follow along.

You heard a familiar voice behind you as you fumbled with the instructions. “What 'cha doing?”

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. “Changing the air filter,” you replied, exasperated.

He heard the voice from the YouTube video. “Do you know how to do it?” Bucky asked.

“...No,” you admitted reluctantly.

“Let me help you. It’s really easy,” he said confidently.

“If you say so,” you sighed, stepping aside to let him work.

Bucky changed the air filter quickly and efficiently, his movements smooth and practiced.

"So, you went to Thor's shop?" Bucky asked while fixing it.

"How did you know?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. You also found out that shop belongs to Thor.

"From the filter box," Bucky said with a grin. "Nah… just kidding. He called me."

"Yeah, I went there," you admitted.

"Did he make you uncomfortable?" Bucky's tone grew more serious.

"The same as our first meeting," you said bluntly, not sugarcoating your words.

"Ouch," Bucky said, pretending to be hurt, clutching his chest dramatically.

"Well… it's done," he said, stepping back and wiping his hands.

You looked at the air filter, noting how easily Bucky had changed it. He was right—it was simple once you knew what to do. You turned on the car and felt the welcome rush of cold air. It was a relief after driving around in the heat.

"Thanks," you said, genuinely appreciative.

"That's what friends are for," Bucky replied with a teasing smile.

Giving him a fake smile, you shook your head, your expression firm. "We. Will. Never. Be. Friends."

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips. "We'll see about that," he said, walking away to help your father like usual.

You watched him go, shaking your head in disbelief. What made him think you would ever want to be friends after everything that had happened?

Author Note: I imagine this is the fake smile she gives Bucky whenever she talks to him. 😂

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Every little thing you do- Part 8

Tommy Shelby x reader

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A/N: another part, another thank you for reading and following this series! I had the initial idea for this chapter for Tommy and Y/N to witness something that brings them closer, then I realized it got longer than I expected 🫢 so I’ll have to hold the introduction of another character for the upcoming part 🤭 bare with me in this ride! And enjoy the slow burn 🥰

Word count: 3,595

Gypsy poem mentioned

“Mr. Benston, what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” Tommy held the receiver against his ear.

“Mr. Shelby I hope you’re doing well.”

Tommy rolled his eyes at the fake sentiment, he wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

“There’s really no other way to tell you this, but here it goes…” Tommy heard him sigh at the other end. “Rumors are spread easily and unfortunately, people believe it wherever it’s true or not.”

“I’m not following you.” Tommy stated, getting annoyed by the minute, he wanted everything done right and fast. “Where do you want to go with this Mr. Benston?”

“Mrs. Benston overheard our maids talking about the woman in charge of the charity, I know she’s close to your family and I’m not judging you, to be honest. But if I’m donating money I don’t want it to be involved in gossip and rumors.”

Leaning on his desk, Tommy looked at the ceiling and felt his jaw clenching. “What rumors are you talking about?”

“The maid assured my wife, this woman in charge…”

“YL/N. It’s Miss YL/N.” Tommy corrected him.

“Miss YL/N doesn’t know who the father of her child is. At some point she even mentioned the child is yours therefore why you put her in charge of the charity.”

The last thing Tommy wanted for Y/N was this exactly, having her rolling from mouth to mouth, people taking about her, walking over her reputation. The realization hit him hard and he pinched the bridge of his nose in a attempt to remain under control.

“There are morals and values we still swear by Mr. Shelby… and you can have as many children outside marriage as you please, but the charity needs a woman who’s at certain level, a match for our society.”

“Mr. Benston so your main concern is Y/N’s reputation because she’s not married.” He swore under his breath. “Or because you’re unsure if I’m that baby’s father.”

“That’s correct.”

“With all due respect, it’s a personal matter so that’s none of your business in the first place.” Tommy took a deep breath. “Secondly, how would it make you look in front of your beloved society if people knew about the affair you had with your maid, which led her to get pregnant with your child and since your wife wasn’t able to carry one, you stole that baby from the mother and locked her in a mental hospital?”

A heavy silence set between them.

Tommy knew a lot of dirty secrets and a bunch of respectable people who were everything but respectable.

“Hmm?” He added more pressure to the wound. “Mrs. Benston has been doing a wonderful joy raising a boy that isn’t hers by blood, a Benston heir right?”

Again, silence at the other side.

“Maids are a wonderful thing huh? They know a lot of dirty little secrets…”

Y/N strolled through the Shelby Company Ltd. under the curious eyes and glances of the secretaries, she definitely noticed the way they stared at her from head to toe, stopping an uncomfortable amount of time in her belly.

What were they looking at?

Why would they turn around and start mouthing to the closest secretary something she couldn’t understand?

Fixing her eyes on the floor, she decided to keep walking, this would happen sooner or later, she just needed to create an armor around her, a strong shell to protect her and her baby from judging glances and people with bad blood.

Knocking softly on Tommy’s door, she opened it and poking her head she found him inviting her in, but she got the hint to remain quiet while he was on the phone, so she took seat in one of the couches, her legs were on fire, she wanted to take a long bath.

“So I think from now on, you’ll double your generous donation Mr. Benston correct? Did I hear you right?”

Throwing a quick glance in Y/N’s direction, he winked at her. The phone call turned around quickly and ended with Mr. Benston being backfired,

“Yes, the Shelby Institute feels so thankful for your selflessness. Bye.” Hanging up, Tommy turned around to place the phone in its place.

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “What was that?”

Tommy cleared his throat and went on to pour himself a glass of whiskey. “Just a really wealthy man willing to donate the institution a generous amount each month.” He explained with a wicked smile.

Tommy felt bad for lying to her, but he couldn’t bare to hurt her. He just hoped the word wouldn’t spread like gunpowder around.

“Oh… well I just came to show you the numbers Michael did, considering what we already raised,” she sighed loudly.

“What is it?” Tommy eyed her from the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know what’s going on outside but all your secretaries were giving me strange glances, as if they’ve never seen a pregnant woman before.” She chuckled.

Tommy’s head snapped in Y/N’s direction, her words caught his attention, he was always a step ahead of everyone and everything, how could he didn’t see this coming?

Something made click in his mind instantly. Someone must’ve spread the word around, therefore the sudden call he got and what Y/N just mentioned. Feeling a sudden urge to protect Y/N, Tommy decided to do something to distract her, he didn’t want her to suffer and pay for something that wasn’t her fault.

“Come with me.”

And Y/N did, she followed him because she knew there was no way to say no to him. She waved at Esme goodbye on their way out, a few days ago she announced her pregnancy with barely a bump, and now Esme was showing almost as her.

“May I ask how is the business doing?” Y/N asked in a low tone, wondering if she was interrupting his thoughts. Shuddering in the process, that business was almost a secret, the Shelby brothers were communicating through glances when anyone else was around.

“No.” Tommy answered in a serious tone but then wrinkles appeared around the corner of his eyes when he smiled. “Don’t be noisy.”

“I’m not noisy.” Y/N pouted.

“Yeah sure.” He was back into his usual self teasing and joking with her. “Do you know Russian?” Y/N shook her head. “Then you can’t help.”

“Ah come on, you don’t speak Russian either.”

Squinting his eyes, Tommy started speaking.

“save ami se

hi slobuzenja

ami jaul

o lungo drom”

It took Y/N several seconds to catch his words, but her mind suddenly remembered.

“You’re a bad liar.” She immediately went back in time, an ancient Romani poem he showed her years ago, but he was making a Russian accent. “in the forests

we respect

animals flowers trees

when we build our fire

we always clean up after us.” She continued the translated version.

Tommy gave her then a surprised look. “You still remember it?”

“Proud gypsy.” Y/N nodded.

How could she ever forget? How couldn’t she go back in time to that day when she went to play outside and meet a boy that was pretending to ride a caravan -a made shift with a sheet and pulled by a horse. He was shy and reserved at first, but she was fascinated by the endless stories he told her about his gypsy roots and tales on the road.

She spent hours listening to him speaking roca -with the proper translation of course-, and eventually he found the poem in his mother’s notebook.

“Even then, you were always worried about everyone.” She noted.

He had always been protective over those who he loved.

“Bad habits die hard.” Tommy chuckled, his childhood wasn’t always easy, but she definitely made it better.

Y/N wondered how different he would be if things happened differently, if his mother was still alive, if they didn’t have to go to the war… if she didn’t thought Scott was a good distraction. But she was forced to put her thoughts aside, as she felt urgency to pee. “Can you stop the car?”

“Why? What happened?”

“Just stop it… I need to take a wee.” She explained embarrassed.

Tommy looked around, they were in the middle of nowhere. “Let me get closer to those trees.”

She bit her lower lip, pray he’d hurry up. “Are you sure an animal won’t bite me here?”

“If something bites you it doesn’t matter, just spit in the wound.”

“That’s gross!” She defended.

Tommy gave her an amused look. “You don’t know right? Pregnant women salive is full of properties that cuts off the venom of snakes.”

The surprised look Y/N gave him assured Tommy that she didn’t know.

“How do you know that?”

“A snake bit me back in the day, my Mum was pregnant with Ada she used her spit and covered the wound with a clean cloth and here I am, strong as a horse.”

“Do you always have to refer to an animal? What’s wrong with you?”

His chuckle resonated into the deepest parts of her soul as she climbed out of the car to find a safe place to take a wee -as safest as the trees could be of course-.

Tommy took a cigarette, he was aching for a smoke. The road was practically deserted, but still he was always looking around, keeping an eye just in case. Anything could happen in a blink and he needed to be alert.

“Are you done?!” He shouted over his shoulder, just to piss her off.

“Would ya give me a fucking minute?!” Y/N shouted back mortified.

This wasn’t practical at all, she felt like an animal in the wild, but this was all she got for now and she needed to stick to it. Besides it wasn’t like she could hold it for so long.

Cleaning herself she tried to rush back to the car, huffing from the effort. “Sorry about that, can’t control it.” She apologized getting in the car again.

Tommy held the passenger door open for her while blowing the smoke in the opposite direction.

“It’s alright, needed to stretch a bit anyways.” He grinned. Who would’ve told him he’d stoping his car in the middle of nowhere for a pregnant woman to pee. “So… did Polly tell you already?” Tommy asked giving her a side glance.

Y/N couldn’t help to smile big. “I asked her to not tell me. Did she tell you?”

Tommy started rubbing his chin, a soft smile decorating his lips as he kept his eyes on the road again.

“Don’t tell me, I just want this baby to be healthy.”

“I really don’t understand how she knows, but she got Ada’s right and I remember she did the same with my Mother when she was pregnant with Finn.”

“She could use her talent and charge for it.” Y/N joked about Polly’s gift to predict the baby’s sex.

“See, that’s a brilliant mind, always sell your abilities.” Tommy encouraged. “Alright, this is it.”

Y/N noticed Tommy took a right and entered a different road. The property was as big as his own house. She could only think how tired she’d be to have to go from one room to another, poor maids who had to clean everything.

The gardener tipped his head towards Tommy knowledging him, while he moved as if he owned the place. Y/N following his steps, feeling like she really didn’t belong there.

“Need to have some rest? It’s a long way.” Tommy looked over his shoulder to make sure she was doing okay.

“No, I’m fine.” Her eyes stopped at the pond, it had fishes.

“Gold fish keeps the worms away from the horses.” Tommy explained, reading her mind.

Y/N gave him a doubtful look. “Are you messing with me?”

But Tommy shook his head. “Never, I swear it’s true. It helps to keep the water clean.” He crouched down, inviting her to do the same. “Go on, you can touch them.”

To show her it was alright, Tommy tipped his hand inside, making a circle with his finger.

When she was about to dip her finger too, Tommy spoke again.

“Careful, they can bite your hand off.”

Y/N gasped in shock at first, then when she realized he was only joking, she laughed. It was a strange sensation, the skin felt flaky against her touch made her giggle.

“I hope the horses won’t eat the fishies.” She added and then saw Tommy rolling his eyes. “Oh what? You’re the only one allowed to make jokes?”

Y/N shook her hand towards him, making a few drops land on his suit and vest.

Tommy clicked his tongue and pretended as if he would throw water at her. Y/N squealed giving her back at him, feeling like they were teenagers again playing by the river.

“Follow me, I want you to meet Apollo.”

“Your horse has a name?” Y/N asked perplexed.

“Of course, they all do.” He pointed at the floor for her to be careful with the hay. “This good boy is going to win the next Derby.”

Y/N saw Tommy stood in front of the box and gently caressed the animal, taking his time to ask how he was doing, check behind his ears and take a look at the mare’s body. He had always been a horse’s man, the amount of time he spent brushing that white horse his mother gave him, no one knew where it came from, but Tommy assured her it was a fine horse, he had magic in his eyes and now she was witnessing the way the horse followed Tommy’s steps like he was kind of under a spell.

Y/N noticed the way Tommy’s energy changed, it was indescribable but he turned into someone completely different. They were in a bubble, in their own little world, like they were one soul divided in two bodies.

And it almost made Y/N feel jealous of the closeness and complicity between Tommy and his horse, she could hear him whispering sweet little nothings and the way the horse made little sounds in response.

Then the horse stared at her and started moving slowly, tipping his head down. At first Y/N was shocked to feel the moose against her stomach, but Tommy told her it was alright, his horse wouldn’t hurt her.

“It’s like he knows I’m pregnant?”

“Oh he does,” Tommy nodded, “I just told him.”

“Is this another of your jokes?” She laughed nervously as the horse breathed against her baby bump.

“I never joke about horses, Y/N. He knows there’s a life growing inside you, they understand more than we do.”

There was something in his blue eyes that she couldn’t name, something that was making her hold his gaze. Something so profound she never experienced before. It was both terrifying and calming at the same time.

And then, as if the moment wasn’t intense enough, she felt her baby wriggling inside her for the first time.

“What is it?” Tommy asked with concern in his voice.

“The baby… is moving.” She explained.

Grabbing his hand in a blunt movement, she placed it on top of her blouse, giving him a few seconds to feel the movement against her side.

“Oh wow.” Tommy finally managed to feel a small but determined movement against his palm.

“Over here.” She changed his hand in another direction. Her hand covering his, she could feel Tommy holding his breath as his eyes shot up to find hers, surprise written all over them, this was something he had never felt before.

“Is this something good?” He asked in a whisper.

“I think the baby started moving when the horse was close, like the baby feels the horse around.”

Was this what a new life felt like? The miracle of a tiny human growing inside her?

Tommy could feel his heart about to explode, to be able to experiment something so personal, so profound, something that wasn’t meant to be his.

He, the ruthless leader of a gang, the heartless Small Heath Devil, there he was with tears blurring his vision and emotions making him feel things he had never felt before.

This baby wasn’t born yet and it was already his weakness.

The only time she had seen Tommy cry was when his mother passed away. He rarely allowed his emotions to the surface and Y/N knew too well this meant to him so much more than he could than he could actually put into words. Her unborn child somehow managed to get under his skin, past the high wall Thomas Shelby had built around him.

And now she was emotional too.

Tommy had been nothing but a gentleman to her, looking after her every need and wish during the hardest time of her life. And instead of pointing a finger and judging her actions, he welcomed her under his wing to protect her from the cruel world outside.

Without a doubt, Tommy was the best man she knew.

“It feels like a huge butterfly’s wings fluttering.” She explained.

Tommy felt lost for words, there was nothing he could say that could match what he felt.

A part of him felt guilty for stealing the baby’s father place and get the chance to experience all of this, but the other part told him he wasn’t doing anything wrong, because the baby’s father actually chose not to be involved. And in that moment, he made a silent promise to look after that child as his own.

Someone clearing his throat interrupted them. “I’m going to clean the barn, and the smell can be a bit strong for the lady.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tommy muttered, still altered by his feelings, so he turned around and walked his horse into the box, then he guided Y/N outside.

And then he did the only thing he knew when he wasn’t sure how to deal with his feelings. “I think it was the way your baby is telling you about his or hers future horse.”

Y/N gave him a shocked glance. “No, no way. Tommy you can’t buy my child a horse!”

“Who’s gonna stop me? You?” He scoffed. “Besides, I‘m that baby’s godfather remember?” Tommy announced proudly.

She groaned. “Don’t make me regret it.” As they started walking towards his vehicle, Curiosity won her over. “Who lives here?”

“My horses’ trainer.”

“No way, really?”

“Her husband passed away so she took over his business and with her family’s wealthy, well she became filthy wealthy.”

“So the horse training is just a hobby?”

Tommy shuddered not wanting to get too deep into that conversation. “Probably, once you have money you always want more and more.”

Y/N took his hand when he approached the other side of the vehicle.

The weight of his words sinking in her mind.

“That’s how it works? That’s what you want? More money?”

Tommy swallowed hard, Y/N always knew what to say to get his attention, the truth -he sometimes didn’t want to hear-, always hanging from her lips.

“That’s just how the world works, Y/N.” He replied instead. “Money can buy anything.”

He was right, he was just proving that by recently buying a mansion, he already had three cars parked in his garage, eight horses plus the ones under training, he paid for a staff at his house, paid the cops, he was also paying the remodeling of the building they’d use for the Shelby Institute and everything that was needed. And last but not least, he was paying her salary and a monthly amount of money for her baby already, the sapphire he recently gifted her and endless other things.

The echo of his words silenced her own.

Y/N decided then to turn her head away from him to look outside on the road they were leaving behind.

But you can’t buy love. Can’t buy happiness either. So… is it really worth it? She wanted to say, but instead the words kept playing in the back of her mind.

“Before I forget…a man came looking for you at the Institution.” Y/N explained shaking her head a bit, her mind felt funny at times and she forgot things.

“Who? When?”

She saw the frown in Tommy’s face. “A few days ago, he seemed strange if you ask me, wearing clothes as a priest, said he’d supervise th-”

“Fucking Hughes, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He demanded frustrated.

“Calm down, I-I forgot.”

“This is important and delicate, Y/N you can’t simply forget those things.” Tommy snapped not aware he was hurting her feelings.

Until a little sob escaped her lips and Tommy felt like a piece of shit.

“No, Y/N I’m sorry shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” He didn’t want to upset her. “Sorry I’m just trying to keep you safe, away from this…”

“I should‘ve told you sooner.” Y/N took a deep breath. She didn’t know what’s gotten into her, that reaction wasn’t like her. “I didn’t like him, but I thought he was related to the operation.”

“If you see him again, don’t tell him anything.” Tommy held the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. “I’m going to place some blinders guarding the Institute.”

Y/N turned to look at Tommy and by the tone in his voice, she felt worried.

Next part

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[22ayla19]

Sunday x Reader

Marriage of convenience

I arrived in Penaconia to relax with my sister, her husband and their daughter, my niece. Being the head of one of the most famous corporations, I took upon myself all the expenses of my vacation to Penaconia. I really wanted to please my loved ones with a vacation in a place like Penaconia, but who knew that I would almost meet death during this vacation...

The mercenaries followed us even to the Hotel of Dreams. Unfortunately, the sister and her husband died protecting their daughter, but... But these bastards did not even spare the child!

I can understand when an adult is killed. No matter how you look at it, an adult will always have sins that he will hide, but this is a child! The little angel that my sister has been waiting for so long! What did this little angel do wrong?!

I would have died too if the hotel staff hadn’t found me. They provided first aid to me and tried to save my niece, but it was all to no avail. She died...

While I was in the hospital, Sunday himself from the Family visited me. It’s understandable why; No matter how you look at it, this is a case of greatly affecting the reputation of the Hotel, but to be honest, it doesn’t matter to me, I just want the heads of those mercenaries and the customer who so wanted my death and the death of my family.

- Please accept my condolences, Lady (Y/N). We are able to compensate financially for the damage, but it seems to me that you will not accept it...

- You are not to blame for what happened. I myself should have been more careful, because I have many enemies, but who could have thought that these scum would kill even an innocent child!... - anger stupefied me. I wanted the death of these bastards and guessed who it could be, I was ready to rush into them right now and strangle them.

- Please, lady (Y/N), pull yourself together. I understand your anger, people like this shouldn’t live anyway. Now the best option would be to lie low and prepare a plan to expose your enemies. They probably think that you, as the head of your corporation, are already dead, so why not play on their self-confidence? As the head of the Family, I will help you and provide everything to help you,- Sunday’s words carried weight. I really need to pull myself together, and no one knew about my trip except my deputy, which means he is involved in this.

I had no choice but to accept Sunday's offer. I'm not in the best situation right now and I need any help I can get. I see what a hypocrite he is, looking for benefit from this situation, but to be honest, I don’t care. I already have nothing to lose, my hands are free from the shackles of family and nothing stops me.

With the help of Sunday, the right people found out about my “death,” which helped me recover physically and find out that my deputy was to blame for this whole situation. So I was right... All that remains is to find evidence of his guilt and then my revenge will be accomplished.

- Milady, I apologize if I disturbed you, but I would like to offer you a deal. I hope you don't mind? - again that nasty fake smile.

- I have nothing to lose anymore. So talk about your proposals.

- You see, my friends and parents really want me to get married, but to be honest, I don’t want it. Since your revenge will soon be accomplished, you will be able to return your corporation, but the position will be very precarious after what happened. I would like to offer you an arranged marriage where you will receive support from the Family and I will get rid of all the talk about marriage.

The offer is more than good, because I really need support and yet, looking at it, you can understand that he is up to something. Well, it doesn’t concern me, if he wants to get my corporation through a marriage of convenience, then you’re welcome. I don’t even want to work after everything that happened.

A couple of months later, we found the necessary documents about who killed my relatives and that they tried to frame me. You should have seen the face of these scum when you saw me alive. It’s a joy for the soul to see how they lost everything in one moment, just like I once lost everyone.

After the trial, Sunday and I got married. I had to forcefully squeeze out my emotions so as not to ruin the event with my indifference. My corporation was under the wing of the Family, received the necessary support and I felt calmer, just like Sunday. He was no longer pestered with questions about marriage; now he is a family man himself.

Children from this marriage... To be honest, this topic is quite painful for me, after everything that happened. No matter how you look at it, there is no love in our marriage. We respect each other, but this is not love. The child was not conceived out of love, he may be injured in the future, but I don’t want that.

- What are you thinking about, my wife? - It’s disgusting to hear something like that from his lips, but I need to get used to living with him until I’m old.

- About children. Even though this is an arranged marriage, you will need an heir, right?

- Of course, an heir for organizations like the Family, this goes without saying, but until you feel better morally, I will not insist on children. After all, you will carry the pregnancy and you will also have to endure all the hardships of pregnancy. Let's put this topic aside for now.

It was unexpected...

In fact, in many arranged marriages, children do not grow up in love. They were literally conceived by force. In such marriages, men do not even think about how difficult it is for a woman during pregnancy. Simple respect and understanding that it would really be difficult for me during pregnancy was for me the beginning of respect for such a person as Sunday.

Yes, he is still a hypocrite, but at least he respects my interests and consults my opinion. I’m his wife, even though it’s under contract, but I’m still his main priority. This was a revelation to me, because I thought Sunday was arrogant and a hypocrite.

After a couple of years, I was able to let go of deceased loved ones and became a trusted person in Penaconia. Even if it was an arranged marriage, there were many people who did not trust me, but after a while I corrected this situation. Resurrection and I have a close relationship, we respect each other, but there is no love as such. The topic of children was never raised, but my heart feels that this conversation is not far off.

An heir is needed not only for the Family, but also for my corporation. It's only a matter of time before I get pregnant, but preferably soon, because there are already unpleasant rumors going around.

- Wife, why were you so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice me? - Sunday apparently just returned from work, since I didn’t notice his presence.

- Yes, I just remembered some unpleasant gossip, nothing like that.

- Is this a coincidence, not those rumors that you are still not pregnant?

- Still, I heard... - the conversation, of course, had to begin sometime, but not on such a note...

- It’s hard not to pay attention to them when they strive to pay attention. Of course, I wanted to talk to you about this topic, but I didn’t think it would be on such an unpleasant note, - sitting next to me on the sofa, his expression showed dissatisfaction. He didn't like the gossip about our marriage. It was clear that some wanted our divorce.

- It’s worth starting to think about conceiving a child, isn’t it? - we did not look into each other’s eyes, each looked at the ceiling and thought about his own. And although I did not receive an answer, but by the way Sunday’s wings began to twitch, one could assume that he agreed with me, - Will you fulfill one of my wishes?

- What? - Apparently, I was taken by surprise by Sunday. Until today, I have never asked him for anything, let alone desire, - Yes, of course...

- When the baby is born, please give him all your parental love. Both my sister and I were unwanted children. The father needed a son to be the heir, and the mother hated us. I literally replaced my sister's mother. I can live in an arranged marriage, but I cannot live with a person who will hate his child. I just ask... Love our future child just like I do...

And although Sunday himself should have gotten to the bottom of my past, because I didn’t tell him, such a desire came as a shock to him.

- I promise. I will do everything possible to ensure that our child grows up in love.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Their Darling Doesn't Believe Them When They Confess Their Love ♡

(Veronia is not included in this because right off the bat she tells you that you're her mate.)

♡ It feels a bit insulting almost that her future queen thinks she would joke or lie about something that is as important as this. She gave you a ring so surely you should understand she's being entirely serious about this, she makes you sit on her lap in her office most days, perhaps it's because she didn't ask you in front of everyone, that was her mistake, she'll force you to attend a ball with her so she can propose in front of everyone and they'll all understand you're going to be the queen in the future, even if you don't fully grasp it yet, everyone else will get the picture. Or perhaps you think she's lying because you're a maid, in that case she'll have to make a noble family adopt you so you'll realize she's being entirely serious about making you her queen. ♡

♡ She feels a bit bad about how she behaved in the past, joking around and acting coy and overly flirty, she's angry at herself for damaging her chances with you but don't worry she'll show you her true self from now on and you'll understand how much she loves you and needs to have you at her side. She luckily has a lot of power at her disposal due to the temple literally worshiping her so she can use all of that to give you gifts and praise until you understand she's entirely committed to you, she just needs to get those bad thoughts about her not loving you out of your head, she'll have to hurt anyone who makes you doubt her love for you afterwards, very hard, after all she's putting so much work into this, she can't afford to have people spoiling it. ♡

♡ You're an idiot, sure this whole things started as fake dating but how do you seriously think this is fake dating still when she holds you close every single night and you two have probably already fucked at least once before she confesses to you, maybe she should kill her family then you'll understand it's no longer fake because she has no need to fake date you in front of her family but she's still keeping you around so surely you'll understand now, she didn't have to marry you after her parents death since she'd already inherited the title so surely you'll finally stop being such and idiot, right? ♡

♡ Has she done something wrong, precious sunflower? She doesn't understand why you would doubt her sincerity when she spends every waking hour dedicating herself to you... She supposes this must be due to how unworthy she is to be in your presence however she can not leave you be, you are too pure and perfect and she fears if she cannot convince you of her affections then someone will snatch you, someone who is entirely unworthy of holding you in their arms, she promises she won't touch you or ask for your affection in this marriage however the marriage must proceed to ensure she can take care of and protect you for the rest of your life with her. She does hope eventually even if you never return her feelings, you will grasp her sincerity one day. ���

♡ Abigail feels like she's going insane, she's put in so much effort into getting you to understand her affections for you and yet you just simply don't believe her. It's not that you're rejecting her, it's that you don't believe she's sincere, you feel like her feelings towards you are a joke... You don't see her for a couple of days afterwards, she needs to formulate a game plan. Unlike the others she doesn't want to just go ahead with kidnapping or a wedding because she wants you to be involved in the planning and that can only happen once she gets you to understand she's being completely genuine. Plus she needs time away for a bit to beat the shit out of the training mannequins because what has she done wrong that her devotion to her lady comes off as insincere? ♡

♡ She... thinks of this as you accepting her love confession, surely you laughed at it which means that you must have found it funny and she will be very confused when later on she goes to give you a big ol smooch and you start giggling again, okay you can stop laughing now, she wants a kiss from her pookie but then you start laughing more cause you still think she's joking and then she gets a little bit angry, stop fucking laughing and give her a kiss you bitch. When she learns you thought she was joking about asking you out, she feels sad, aw poor pookie, should she kill anyone who ever made you feel like you would never get asked out in the past. ♡

♡ You must be joking right? She walks up to you and tells you that it's love at first sight and you just don't believe she's being sincere? Babygirl, she's going to have to be honest when you says, you must be crazy, do you know who she even is? She has a reputation in court for not speaking very frequently unless helping someone with something or it's important, she's not exactly known as someone who cracks jokes, did you think she just randomly decided after a century of life she would start cracking jokes today? Well you clearly don't feel the bond yet so she's going to have to lock you in her tower until you can grasp she's not one for jokes. ♡

[itsmaferart]

I think the best thing about the last chapter is how we again see the parallel between Twilight and Yor's feelings in opposite ways.

I know many people point out that Yor is still too clumsy at this point to burn her husband's shirt, probably distracted by the knowledge that he's taking a bath. But the best chapter is seeing Twilight and Yor's feelings mature in different ways.

Yor is learning to define what he wants and express it.

As I said in previous comments, Yor doesn't often verbalize his needs and wants, because she doesn't know what she wants or is looking for.

But this time, we have Yor, expressing her desire to 'be in an equitable relationship'. A true marriage. She doesn't just want to figure as a mother and take care of Anya, she wants to be for Loid, to take care of him, to be his support.

This arc presumed us about the possible first couple argument between the Forger's, but the real issue was that Yor wanted to be more involved in the relationship, while Twilight is saturating 24-hour work wearing out his own physique.

Yor's chapter with her friends, shows us how Yor apparently has no complaints about Loid. He is basically a perfect husband, loving and attentive, able to do all the chores. That's why he has to make up a fake excuse to appear normal. Yor's real grievance was never against Loid, and his efficiency but rather her genuine desire is to be a support for him.

She knows that he doesn't need her to be a functional person, he can do everything on his own and that makes her feel like a bad partner. But the truth is that Yor can also see through her husband's exhaustion, and knows that while Loid strives to fulfill all his duties as father, husband, doctor, spy it is at the cost of his own health. Which could one day take a severe toll on him.....Somehow, Loid's all-encompassing idea makes Yor feel that she is not contributing much (although she is not).

Meanwhile, Twilight is desperately trying to always be perfect, overworking at work and at home. He always wants to do everything at home so that Yor is not dissatisfied with his arrangement and does not leave him because he is so much in love with her, because of the mission.

The confrontation against Yuri and Wheleer makes him finally face these feelings (or part of them). His doubts for his family are what really weaken him, because he still doesn't want to accept that they are his greatest strength. Putting Yor's welfare above his job by keeping Yuri alive, the fact that he lets his guard down and feels lost, and that his greatest terror is having to return home to continue the supposed argument with his wife.

Yor's sweet smile made him relax for a moment and his whole body collapse, he was no longer in alert mode, everything will be fine as long as she is there to smile. He only found the angelic aura of his beautiful wife.

I think the highlight of this arc was not having Yor and Loid come into conflict, but having them both begin to open up emotionally. Yor talking about their needs and desires to feel involved and Twilight understanding that there are feelings involved for his wife and allowing (even a little bit) to get help.

[foolishlovers]

do you have any non-explicit fic recs? im having trouble finding some😅

here are some of my favourite non-explicit good omens fics

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Stockholm's Other Syndrome by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 5k) Grand Duke of Hell Crowley kidnaps Supreme Archangel Aziraphale so he can finally do all those vile, nasty things he has always wanted to do to him. Like feed him sushi or force him to take a walk in the park. Hold his hand so he doesn't escape. Truly disgusting things.

Show me where the Nightingale sings by Sabotaged_Words (G, 6k) After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back.

Fever Dream by AppleSeeds (T, 8k) When Anathema declines Crowley's invitation to go out for Halloween to stay in and look after her roommate who's feeling unwell after his flu vaccination, Crowley abandons his own plans and heads over there to do something to help Aziraphale (who he happens to have an enormous crush on) feel better too.

Slow by write_away (T, 9k) It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart.   Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

where the lights burn low and you're only mine by hopelessromantic549 (T, 13k) For the most part, Aziraphale sees himself as a rational angel who follows a consistent moral code. That has been his identity for millennia, and it comforts him, gives him stability in an ever-changing universe. What he feels for Crowley is decidedly not rational, and that's more terrifying than the Great Plan failing him. (Or, Aziraphale and Crowley move into a cottage together after the world doesn't end, and Aziraphale tries to be brave.)

muddle through somehow by curtaincall (T, 27k) Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family. What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas. As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband…

Fifteen Years of Heartache by mondlichtmaus (T, 20k) Crowley was roused from his nap by the sound of somebody opening the door. He didn't move. Maybe they would go away. "Excuse me?" someone called. They weren't going away. Crowley rose, lifting his head to squint at the intruder. A broad figure, silhouetted by the light of the hallway. He couldn't make out his face, eyes still bleary from sleep. Just a halo of light framing his head. "What?" Crowley grumbled. There was a moment of silence, then the intruder spoke again. "Anthony?" - They're teachers. They're in love. They're oblivious.

Flowers From Hell by entanglednow (T, 41k) In which Aziraphale makes more of an effort to be involved with Crowley's interests and hobbies.

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim (T, 133k) Aziraphale finds himself in a very awkward position as some sort of spell makes everyone merely glancing in his direction instantly fall deeply and desperately in love with him. Absolutely everyone. Well, apart from Crowley, that is. And while both angel and demon search for a solution to this fairly unique problem, Crowley can’t help wondering whether Aziraphale might finally figure out some things he kept hidden for so very long.

Married at First Sight by Aracloptia (T, 146k) “Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

[and here are two of mine]

Where a Canvas Blooms by foolishlovers (T, 3k) It’s an Arrangement. Aziraphale knows this. He knows a lot of things, and others he doesn’t, but the most important things, he knows. He knows that the cheeky redhead in his arms smiles and purrs when he runs his fingers through his hair, knows that Crowley’s hands are rough from working outside, knows the softness of his heart. Aziraphale doesn’t know he’s in love with Crowley until he does. But it’s just an Arrangement. Is it?

Every Part of Me by foolishlovers (T, 10k) Heartthrob rockstar Antonia Harmonia, better known as Anthony J. Crowley offstage, has safeguarded his singing career from his best friend and long-term crush, Aziraphale, for nearly two decades. But when Aziraphale stumbles upon Crowley’s secret at one of his concerts, Crowley is suddenly confronted with unexpected consequences. Could the best of both worlds be within his reach? A Hannah Montana AU.

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[lostloveletters]

When Your Heart Beats Next To Mine (John Brady x OC)

Summary: Day 23 - Breeding Kink. Woody decides she's finally ready to try for kids, and her husband is more than enthusiastic about the idea. [AO3 link | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist]

Note: This one’s for all the Woody/Brady babes out there. Y’all are incredibly passionate about them and I love you for it🖤

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Mentions of Catholicism. Sexually explicit content involving elements of breeding kink.

They’d only gotten married a few months earlier, after an almost agonizing engagement of three years, two of those spent apart. The majority of the last year had been spent waiting for Woody to finish catechism, but the Monsignor delivered on his promise of letting them have a coveted spring wedding. But even before the date was set, the extended Brady family bombarded her with their well-meaning comments along the lines of ‘You two will have the most beautiful babies.’

Woody remembered shifting uncomfortably in the cold metal folding chair when it was brought up in catechism—god had created sex for a purpose: procreation. It all went over her head, back then, the homilies that emphasized the sanctity of marriage, of the bedroom.

Pleasure, the cornerstone of her and John’s intimacy, was only incidental. She couldn’t believe she used to cringe when she heard the term making love, but with him, she found it the only adequate way to describe the sensation, the experience of affectionate hands and lips taking the utmost care of her, adoration otherwise reserved for the holiest of holies directed toward her. Whereas in the past she forced out moans and faked orgasms through mechanical, impersonal sex with men who didn’t give a damn about her, she never had to fake a thing with John. 

Sex seemed different when it was so purposeful. Tracked her cycle, planned it so if she got pregnant sometime within the following weeks, John would be home to help with their newborn. Anxiety would’ve put a damper on her desire if it weren’t for her husband, far more understanding than she felt she deserved.

Of course, they’d had sex without condoms before, and she might have liked the way it felt when he emptied himself inside her just as much as he did if it weren’t for the worry that crept up on her when she came back to her senses and made a beeline for the bathroom.

For all her trepidation, she insisted the lights be kept on. She’d gone nearly two years without seeing his face, and in the time since, wanted to look at him at every available opportunity, especially when they were intimate.  

“I wasn’t even this nervous before I lost my virginity,” she admitted, lying naked on the bed, looking up at her husband’s adoring face. 

“If you want to wait—” 

“No, I want this. I want to have a family with you so bad, John.”

He smiled, kissed her softly before murmuring against her lips, “I’ll take care of everything, sweetheart. All you have to do is lay back and look pretty.”

There was always something about the way he looked at her, even when he was more reserved, like when they’d been hiding their relationship at Thorpe Abbotts or keeping up appearances for his family, that she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Any exasperation toward her near constant hunger for him was just for show.

“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? About getting you pregnant?”

She shook her head.

“Since the first time I saw how you were with the kids back in England,” he confessed, making her breath hitch. “It was just for a split second, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Got me through a lot of cold nights, knew I needed to get back to you so I could do this.”

Woody never dreamed she’d have kids, her own mother and father so undeserving of their titles, she figured their inability to express any kind of parental affection was probably inherently in her also—to know John had seen the opposite in her from the start, before he even knew her that well, whether from lust or otherwise, made something in her chest bloom. It was him, only him who could make her feel that way, confident enough to take such a big leap.

His palm pressed against her belly, holding her down as he pushed his cock inside her. It wasn’t painful, hadn’t been in a long time. Still, she grabbed his shoulders, seeking a way to ground herself as he sought his release. His mouth on hers, with a curl of his tongue he swallowed her moans, thick and syrupy with desperation.

Her hands had mapped his body so many times, she could reach out for him in the dark and know exactly what she was touching—the cool metal from his wedding band on his ring finger, the slope of his shoulder, the fleshy part of his thigh. The same rang true for him, but her body would inevitably change, be transformed by his love for her, the evidence of their devotion to each other more visible with each passing day.

A string of strained ‘pleases’ fell from her mouth like a rosary.

"Shh," he soothed, "I’ll take care of you. Gonna give you what you need."

“I need you,” she whined.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m getting there, won’t be much longer till I put my baby in you.” He put his hand over her stomach, then, his nails scraping against her skin possessively. Heat spread across her abdomen at the intensity of his gaze. “I think I’m gonna like the way you look so much, they’ll have to put you on bedrest, anyway. Won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

Almost wondered where the hell this John had been hiding, lying dormant in the man she married, ready to pounce when she said the word, primal and relentless upon her consent to be bred. Frustratingly coherent when she felt as if her brain had turned off completely. If this was part of being his good Catholic wife, taking him raw just to parade around half a dozen kids at Mass every Sunday, she’d do it the world over for him.

“Doesn’t it feel good,” he asked, his voice teasing, “doin’ what you were made to do?”

God help her, she couldn’t manage more than a whine.

“How many are we gonna have, sweetheart?”

“As many as you want,” she breathed.

He grinned. “Good answer.”

[1-dum-bitch]

Aro friendly anime

*These aren’t devoid of romance, but also aren’t romance heavy, and the romance involved isn’t flimsily fluffy. Also an engaging plot*

Kotaro Lives Alone: found family, healing, community support

Gokusen: Yakuza heiress finally achieves her dream... of being a high school teacher

Gokushufudou: Ex-Yakuza badass loves his wife so much he becomes the malewife of everyone's dreams

Spice and Wolf: how much do you care about the economics of middle age Europe within the safety of a fictional world?

Spy x Family: fake dating, accidental marriage, dual life of the entire found family

Hunter x Hunter: little dude kicks ass to show up his deadbeat absentee dad (in the most wholesome way possible)

Demon Slayer: Best Brother In The World Loses Family, Saves Sister From Damnation, Works To Save The World To Avenge His Family

Bofuri: VRMMO staring a girl that just wants to have fun

Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion: tear down the state, revolution, anticolonial, Light Yagami if he wasn't such a selfish bitch baby

[chafelis]

in an ayato mood after i got him on a single pull :)

here are some thoughts that have been floating around

// tw ; unhealthy power dynamics, manipulation, toxic relationships, financial abuse, baby trapping

yan! ayato who is enamored with ayaka's close friend, even more interesting if his darling is cozying up to ayaka for personal gain ; how long will you keep up your nice facade? ayaka is a sweet kind girl, she may be fooled but nothing truly escapes ayato's gaze

continuing on that idea, let us say kamisato ayaka isn't as naive as you thought ; she finds your efforts to cater to her adorable & makes no comment as you dote on her every need. her position leaves her quite lonely so don't let your pretty eyes stray from her for a second

it's a dangerous combo of power wealth & status, you've been dancing in their palms the entire time and it's best you don't try to leave, least they need to shackle you physically

yan! ayato as a modern day ceo with an investigator darling. there is corruption in the inazuman tri commission and it's your goal to bring light to their unsavory business methods. this fits well with a person who has been wronged by the yashiro commission ; perhaps someone was in the wrong place at the wrong time. ayato originally sees no reason to get involved as the shuumatsuban can clean up loose ends, yet he might have to take you more seriously when you apply to be his secretary. you have no evidence against ayato and he's found it quite amusing to dangle evidence just to destroy it completely. he's not sure why he's still keeping you around but your admiration is amusing and the despair that paints your face with every dead end is too delicious to ignore. don't even think of resigning, have you forgotten the agreement you signed before starting?

yan! toxic boyfriend ayato :)

ayato is a person who works behind the scenes at all times, you didn't get the job you wanted? that's just too bad. someone beat you to the new apartment you wanted to move to? no worries you can move in with your loving boyfriend who has enough money to support both of you. you got pregnant despite using birth control? you don't need to worry about anything ayato will always be here for you.

yan! ayato with a spy darling ; he's always known who you were, an informant for a rival clan. to keep you close he passes on falsified information so that eventually your clan will think you've betrayed them ; you've been forced into a corner, begging ayato for mercy and protection from your family. you aren't aware there's truly no need for protection, the moment your clan had planned to silence you was the moment they ceased to exist.

yan! ayato with a childhood friend darling. regardless if you don't remember playing with him and his sister in chinju forest, he still remembers your promise to marry him under the sacred sakura all those years ago.

yan! faceless ayato inspired by michiru ichijou from mieruko-chan. you can see his true appearance and he can't help but spiral into obsession!! ( this concept will be a fic btw )

yan! ayato with a fake marriage!! you suggest it to get out of an unsavory relationship, adding kamisato to your name would make you untouchable. you haven't realized you walked straight into a trap ; ayato has always desired you and now that you're legally binded there is no escape. bonus points if this is set in a historical isekai setting.

"you wouldn't be confessing such feelings if you didn't believe all cards are in your hand, what exactly are you plotting sir kamisato?" the strained smile you were holding had already started to twitch, "if this is some sort of joke i don't find it very funny."

"i'm quite glad my spouse is already aware of how i think, i'm sure we both know my desires for you aren't in jest songbird," ayato smirks, his eyes swirled with an emotion you didn't want to identify, "i'm not interested in ending our marriage, surely you are aware of our differences?"

he didn't need to spell it out. with his wealth and influence escape would be nigh impossible.

"you, how much of this have you planned?" you don't actually want to know, the feeling of helplessness had already sunk into your bones.

ayato just offers you a smile. in all your time working alongside him, you'd seen countless of his rehearsed smiles. chills shot down your spine, you'd never seen such a genuine expression on his face.

[sky-kenobye]

trope selection tag game

Thanks @underacalicosky for the tag! <3

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers - hmm, I love both, but most of my favorite ships have been friends to lovers, so I guess I'll go with that. Although more than one of them have been friends to enemies to friends (to lovers) actually so kinda both?

coffee shop au or flower shop au - I'll go with coffee shop au because I love the routine that it usually involves, coming back to get coffee every day and getting to know each other that way (and people rarely get flowers very often, although it's always fun to give them a good reason to lol)

hurt/comfort or there was only one bed - hurt/comfort! So good 👌 But also because with 'there was only one bed' I often get stuck on the fact that the characters get all bent out of shape about sharing. It might be my aggressively platonic aroace brain at work but sharing a bed isn't that big of a deal! (The 'accidentally waking up in each other arms' though, that's the good shit)

found family or partners in crime - found family!!! <3<3<3

canon compliant or canon divergent - canon divergent! That's pretty much why I read fics, to see something different from canon.

fluff or angst with a happy ending - fluff! I like some angst but my favorite thing is when nothing goes wrong ever. Just all the fluff.

1st person pov or 3rd person pov - 3rd person, although I'm not strongly against 1st person

soulmates or forbidden love - soulmates! Even better: platonic soulmates (or at least the romance being unrelated to being soulmates)

roommates or fake dating - "In an ideal world, they're roommates who are fake dating" <- @underacalicosky got it right 👌 I'm not sure I can chose, I just love kinda ambiguous relationships. Living together without dating yet, fake dating while being in love, arranged marriages, all forms of getting married before dating, they're all so good

slow burn or meet-cute - meet cute, give me all the instant gratification

love triangle or polyamorous relationship - polyamorous relationship 1000%, we need way more of those!!! Also I hate love triangles omg, they are SO overdone, and I do not enjoy them. The jealousy? The heternormativity (most of the time)? The amatonormativity? Yikes.

royalty au or magic au - royalty au!

high school/college au or neighbours au - imo high school au and college au are wildly different, and out of the three of those i prefer college au.

mutual pining or idiots to lovers - idiots to lovers! Although both are usually pretty close, they're just not very aware that they're pining

No pressure tagging: @cottonraincoat @willameena @arobiwan @shakeskp @hausofroxann

[karmas-chameleon]

I wondered just how many random headcanons and bits of backstory I've created for Manfred and the von Karmas in general while I've been writing, so here's a complete list (now with citations from the chapter/fic where the headcanon is mentioned!)

It's a bit long lol

Manfred's father was incredibly strict (and possibly abusive), while his mother was much kinder to him. Unfortunately, she died when he was only five years old and he was left with only his father to raise him. [1]

His mother inspired his finger wagging, as well as a love for sharing sweets with family. She would occasionally sneak him dessert against his father's wishes, the last of which was a parfait (and is now his favorite dessert). She was also the one to allow him to use his left hand instead of being forced to use his right. [1]

Manfred contracted polio when he was seven, and it weakened his legs so much that he would use a cane for the rest of his life. His father gave him his first cane on his tenth birthday, and it doubled as a sword. All the canes he'd purchase for himself later on would also be sword canes. He knows that carrying around a concealed weapon like that is illegal where he lives, and no, he does not care. [2]

Manfred's childhood home had fireflies in the summer, and at one point he dreamed of capturing them and using them as a light to run away. [3]

His father arranged a marriage for him, and Manfred was married nearly as soon as he could. He was never in love with the wife chosen for him, and she didn't particularly care for him either. In 2001 (after Franziska turned one year old, but before DL-6), Manfred found out that she had been cheating on him and divorced her, making sure that she wouldn't get anything from him. [4]

He has two daughters, one older than Franziska.

His older daughter's first word was 'mama', which she said while he was at work. After this, he started referring to himself as his daughters' Papa instead of Dada, hoping that it would be easier to say and would be Franziska's first word. He's definitely not salty about not being his older daughter's first word, nope, not at all /s [5]

Manfred swears that Franziska's first word was 'guilty'. Her mother claims she was just babbling. [5]

Franziska started to come with Manfred to work from a very young age, from the office to the courtroom. The one place he wouldn't take her when she was young was a crime scene, and he'd often leave her in the care of Damon Gant (or possibly Blaise Debeste) when he was busy with that. [6]

Manfred would create fake murder cases for Franziska to solve as a child, involving various plushies and toys of hers. He'd craft his own crime scene and fake courtroom / pillow fort for the two of them to play pretend with. They'd also practice singing to celebrate afterwards. [7]

Franziska is autistic, and has a particular sensitivity to things touching her hands. The gloves she wears help her to avoid uncomfortable sensations. [5]

Manfred loves sharing dessert with his daughters, though he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth otherwise. [1]

Manfred never told either of his daughters that Father's Day exists, not wanting them to feel obligated to do anything for him for some arbitrary day of the year (he wouldn't have wanted to do that for his own father, after all). [6]

Franziska was a huge fan of My Little Pony as a child, and would watch it with Manfred. She also has an actual, real horse she rides. [8]

The karaoke bar that Manfred and Franziska go to after real trial victories absolutely adores the both of them. Manfred helped the owner of the bar avoid some legal trouble, and they're also some of the best singers the bar gets. Manfred's usual drink is brandy with a bit of honey, and Franziska's is a piña colada without alcohol (even when she's old enough to drink). [9]

Manfred keeps his daughters' bedrooms in just the same condition they were when they left home, making sure they're clean and dusted both so his kids can come home whenever they want and as a reminder of them for himself. He also keeps plenty of photos and things around the house, especially in his room. [10]

Detective Gumshoe once offered to throw confetti for the prosecution's victories as well as the defense's, but Manfred told him such a thing was ridiculous and made a mockery of justice. The poor detective never tried celebrating a guilty verdict that way since. [11]

Manfred likes tea, and is a huge snob about it. He refuses to drink any sort of coffee, and brings his own tea to work as the sort the office provides isn't good enough to meet his standards. And he still prefers making tea at home with his own teapot over that. [12]

Manfred plays the violin, and he taught his daughters to as well. [13]

Manfred tried to learn as much about the LGBTQIA+ community as he could when Franziska came out to him as lesbian, but apparently he didn't learn enough to realize that he's asexual. He spent nearly all of his life thinking that basically everyone but him is weirdly preoccupied with sex, probably because they're just not as professional as he is. [14]

He snores. Not incredibly loudly, but enough to be annoying. [8]

He's awful at remembering the faces of defense attorneys specifically, often failing to recognize them if he ever happens to run into them outside of his job. [15]

His son in law (his older daughter's husband) is terrified of him. Manfred likes the guy enough to let him marry his daughter, but he's still very protective of her, and may have made some threats that if the man ever hurts her, something very bad will happen to him. [16]

Manfred's granddaughter is named Frida, after her grandpa. She hasn't expressed any interest in becoming a prosecutor (yet), but the moment Manfred hears such a thing, he's flying her to California and starting her training. [16]

(I'm pretty sure I've written about nearly all of these in some fic or another, but here's one I've never shared as a bonus for making it to the end 😅) There is at least one person who knows about Manfred's involvement in DL-6, and that's his chauffeur. Rainer Schein (as I've named this OC), the quietest member of his staff who's served him the longest, drove him home with a bleeding bullet wound and helped to take care of things. He informed others about the 'vacation' Manfred took to recover, and never said a word about what he knows. He made sure that even Manfred's daughters wouldn't know a thing, and it's highly likely that he's aware of what Manfred did and is still completely loyal to him.

[moonastrogirl]

Paris Hilton Chart -

Moon Rahu + VenusKetu dynamic

Credit @moonastrogirl

Paris has always been in the spotlight from a young age to her teenager ages and now into the adult life and having her own family.

She has moon conjunct rahu and venus conjunct ketu in her chart. This creates a unique energy in her chart.

Let’s look at her moon rashi. Her moon is in Cancer type Pushya combine with rahu (the smoke screen) it explains quite well her faking her baby voice and learning it from her mother. Her mother may also be a pushya native cause they are known for displaying a baby voice.

Moon 🌙 chart (moon = asc)

Here moon is with rahu in 1st house. This creates emotional turbulence in her life. Cause rahu is a shadow planet and it weakens moon. Difficulties understanding her emotions and the emotions of those around her. A fragile mind with lots of highs and lows. Confusion on what to do and to think. On the flip side it gives her one magnificent imagination and impressive creative skills to the point of being a creative genius. She is well known to be extravagant and avant-garde with her fashion. She is a fashion icon for more than 20 years now. This is the quality Rahu gives her. Her sense of style is futuristic and people follow her advice on fashion.

She also has a child like quality to her personality. She is fun to be around but also easily manipulated by people closed to her especially her mother and family members. Actually she has never been away from her family for a long time enough to experience life except during a tv show called « Simple life ». It had changed her life for the better cause she had the opportunity to experience real life on her own with her best friend Nicole Richie (an ardra moon, rahu influence here again) without her family involved. I believe it helped her mature mentality and found a way to live which aligns with her true self and not with what her mother wanted her to be.

With ketu in her 7th house it shows paranoia, not knowing who she can really trust because after all she has karma to pay in the matters of 7th house. That’s why maybe she was so private about her first child. She wanted to protect her child the way she always wanted to be protected from the paparazzi. 7th house is the house of marriage, connections, partnerships and direct opponents. It’s also the house showing how others see us and view us. It’s also the traits we gotta embody to win against direct enemies.

This house is in Capricorn and Venus gives support. She had bad experiences in relationships and usually it was her boyfriends who were degrading her image. She had the wrong mindset at first when it came to relationships that’s why it happened. She wanted her boyfriends to be part of her life too much and also be a celebrity like her.

Actually she was supposed to create a distance with them and not showcase her love stories that much. Ketu was asking her to lay low in relationships and she did the opposite. And when someone is not obeying Ketu there are consequences.

Ketu is detachment of the physical plane, of the material and mundane life, it’s a love of spirituality, combined with Venus it gives the energy of detachment within a relationship, having a humble and simple partner who doesn’t overdo anything nor overdress, a simple citizen with a good heart. A lot of those qualities are the qualities of her current husband and opposite those of her ex-boyfriends.

She has come a long way and now she is mature. Why now ? Because Ketu and Rahu are mature after 42 and she is 42 years old. For someone like her, she is finally living her life with less drama and inner peace. I love that for her. She seems also more healthy and she clearly healed herself and her traumas.

Credit @moonastrogirl

[sitp-recs]

any fic recs where harry falls first??? thanks :p

Sure! Sometimes it’s hard to identify whoever’s falling first because of different POVs, but you might enjoy these:

Play Dates by bixgirl1 (2017, E, 8k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

Blind Date by josephine_wenteworth (2016, T, 8.6k)

Draco’s been working with Harry for years when another one of his relationships goes stale. He has to be married within a year, and though the WizNet has burned him in the past, Draco finds a new possibility in man as desperate to marry as he is.

Solve Us Like a Mystery by tryslora (2013, T, 12k)

When Harry stops in at the bookstore where Draco works, they find a surprising shared interest in mysteries.

In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco Is An Idiot by bryoneybrynn (2014, T, 13k)

For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking.

Voices From The Fog by noeon (2010, E, 13k)

After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Magical Menagerie by DorthyAnn (2017, T, 16k)

Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war... in a good way, a really good way.

Take These Lies by @pennygalleon (2021, E, 20k)

There’s a portrait of his godfather in Draco Malfoy’s potions shop and Harry needs to know why. But that’s not why he keeps coming back.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (2016, T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (2015, E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

The Gentlewizard Club by Sophie_French (2014, E, 28k)

Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (2014, E, 32k)

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (2014, M, 35k)

When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

The Vanishing Department by dictacontrion (2014, E, 47k)

The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (2013, M, 50k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Take the Air by dysonrules (2018, M, 51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

The Trouble with Wanting by waldorph (2021, E, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (2014, E, 70k)

It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Kept in Cages by sweet_s0rr0w (2022, E, 76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (2013, E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose (2018, T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (2018, E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (2018, E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

[alfredsolos]

I don't think a lot of people read the new 52 Joker, but let me tell you it's downright horrible and disturbing.

Through out the whole run, we see him traumatise the batfam and Harley Quinn. And by that, I mean that it is the literal plot of the comic. Just everyone getting traumatised by Joker.

Oh and also, his appearance was very disturbing to see too. He had skinned his face and stitched it back.

Anyways, here are the most disturbing things he did.

He kidnapped Barbara's mom and made a ransom call to her. Which triggered a panic attack on her part. He also tortured her mom and cut her fingers off.

When Barbara came to rescue her, Joker showed her the torn finger of her mother and proposed to her. In which she had to accept, because Joker was basically blackmailing her.

He also got Barbara's psychopathic brother James involved. Which, if you know about him, you'll see how disgusting that is.

Barbara after having to, forcefully, accept his marriage proposal, went to the church in which the 'ceremony' would be held. She however couldn't take it any longer and almost killed the Joker.

Things however did not end up good for her as James attacked her and knocked her out.

After that he went for Jason.

Jason went over to a woman's house to spend the night. But after he got out of shower, he found her dead on overdose. Her name was Isabel and she had a daughter.

Jason immediately knew that this was no suicide attempt. So he went after whoever had done that.

While looking for the responsible person, Joker managed to knock out and kidnap both Tim and Jason.

He literally dug their fathers' corpse out of their grave and mocked them for being the #1 dad.

They were both traumatised after that. Especially Tim, who loved his father dearly.

He later on Joker gassed them and knocked them out again.

He then went after Dick. Joker killed a very close friend of his and hung his corpse over Bludhaven.

Dick went after the responsible person. But while looking for them, Joker gassed every single friend of his and made them attack Dick. And most of them died after it. Which also included a little child.

They had a bloody fight, but Joker eventually got the upperhand and knocked him out cold.

The last Batkid he went after was Damian. Joker kidnapped him and hung him to the ceiling from his ankles. He later on burned his eyes with amonia and basically, temporarily, made him blind.

He kept making bird jokes on him, and as the final act, dumped tons of insects on to him. Some of which got inside of him and made him choke.

He then made a Jokered-Batman attack Damian. They fought for quite a while, and Damian held back significantly trying not to harm his father. But After Bruce tried to drown him, he basically gave up and told his father to kill him. As he couldn't live with himself if he harmed him.

The fighting stopped and Batman was knocked out.

Joker then gassed Damian and knocked him up.

And as a surprise for Bruce, he brought all of the Batfamily into a werehouse and strapped them into a dinner table.

Joker had also managed to kidnap Batman and bind him tightly at his chair.

He then served the meal.

Which was the skinned face of his family.

Of course they were fake and their faces were intact.

But none of them knew that, as Joker bandaged their faces tightly and squirted some blood onto them.

They literally looked so frantic.

And Bruce was mentally destroyed.

Bruce did eventually broke out of his binds, and attacked Joker.

The kids and Alfred also got out of their binds, but it was too late as Joker released his laughing gas and turned everyone into a Joker and made them attack each other.

They fought and fought. Eventually Bruce beat the Joker and injected everyone with the antidote. But it wasn't over.

In the epilogue, it was shown that everyone was having nightmares and night terrors.

Anyways, this was a more summarized version of the comic. So, if you want more details I suggest reading it. But be aware that it may disturb you.