#can find a kai fic no problem though

[weekend-whip]

Also unrelated to anything at all BUT does anyone have some good Nya fic recs??? Preferably ones that are not necessarily of a romantic nature?? And...not necessarily RGB siblings either but I'll take it; I'm just kinda looking for stuff more focused on her as an individual—

[sttoru]

hueheueheu if its okay can i req rich bf aventurine? Always spoiling reader and buys everything she wants 🥹🥹

✸ SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend, aventurine spoils you in more ways than one when you come back to your shared hotel room in penacony.

note. uhh, this actually turned out a tad more melodramatic than i expected help, i put some of my own twists in there. first aventurine fic so sorry if its too ooc !

tags. aventurine x female reader. fluff, bits of angst, suggestive. reader gets called ‘baby, pretty’. use of aventurine’s real name once. reader is a bit insecure at one point. little bits of penacony and aventurine lore / subtle spoiler to the 2.1 quest. wc: 1.4k-ish

“c’mere, pretty.” aventurine’s voice soothes your weary body the moment you step into your shared hotel room. you’ve just gotten back from some business you had to take care of—a couple hours of your valuable day wasted because of it.

you’re greeted by your lover sitting on one of the red couches, accompanied by various bags and boxes all around the space. aventurine shoots you his signature smile. one that’s actually genuine. the one he only shows you.

“must’ve been tough, hm? i’m sorry i couldn’t help you out,” the blonde man sighs as he stands up to meet you halfway. a gloved hand finds its way onto yours, fingers intertwining without wasting a second.

aventurine places a delicate kiss on your palm and slowly moves down to your wrist. his beautiful eyes lure you in, “you’d forgive me for that, right?”

you don’t realise that you’re practically frozen in place until he chuckles in amusement. you snap out of it and clear your throat, trying to get yourself together, “y-yeah. i understand you’re busy ‘n all. it’s no problem.”

aventurine hums in response. there’s a faint flash of guilt in his eyes before it disappears like it was never there. like it was a delusion. well, perhaps it was. staying in penacony for too long causes you to have difficulties differing reality from dreams and vice versa.

“i’m happy to have you back with me,” aventurine pulls you closer by the small of your back. he presses you against him until your chests are touching. his breath is pleasantly warm against your bare skin, “i’ve been waiting for you all day.”

the tension in the hotel room is heavy. it’s like this every time you’re with your lover. the spark never dies between you two. it never will. you both need each other, in unspoken ways.

you avert your gaze to the ground. no matter how much time you spend with aventurine, his affectionate gestures never fail to make you melt into a puddle. maybe it’s in those eyes of his. or in his homelike touch.

aventurine continues peppering you with kisses. he doesn’t miss a spot—every patch of skin you’re showing is showered in his love. that’s one of the only ways he can illustrate those complicated feelings inside of him.

his lips eventually find yours, like a force drawn to a magnet. you cup his face and deepen the kiss. your lips move in sync, slowly and passionately. you need this as much as he does.

the way he’s holding onto your coat—his fingers digging into the material as if he’s missed you greatly. . . his tongue trying to seek entrance into your mouth as if he can’t wait to be one with you. to try and love you like you love him. . .

a light hearted chuckle makes you pull away. you open your eyes and find aventurine grinning down at you, his finger rubbing your bottom lip gently to tease you.

“haha, how cute.” the blonde man snickers at your needy expression. he knows what you want, and he wants it as well, though there’s enough time for that after, “we can get to that later, yeah?”

"aww, 'kay,” you nod with a pout, to which aventurine responds by gently flicking your forehead. he grabs your hand and leads you to the nearby table. you can’t even see the surface because of the numerous boxes placed on it.

“i want to show you what i got you first,” aventurine continues, sitting down on the comfy couch. he pulls you onto his lap and wraps one arm around your waist, the other one reaching out towards the mountain of fancy gifts.

you can easily recognise the expensive bags by now. aventurine is known for spoiling you rotten. the overpriced brands are nothing but child's play to the lucky man. money isn’t a worry to him, nor should it be for you, as he says every time you feel the slightest bit guilty for his big spendings on you.

“kakavasha..” you mutter under your breath. aventurine doesn't respond, but he reassures you by lightly tightening his grip on your waist. you turn your head and look at him. he isn’t looking back at you this time. rather, he’s looking down at the box in your hand, patiently waiting for you to open it.

you wordlessly undo the wrappers and open up the first gift of many. it’s an earring. one that resembles his. it shines brightly once you pick it up. the color is beautiful, as it reminds you of your lover.

you don’t know what to say. you don’t want to guess how much aventurine has spent on it either. you love him, that you surely do, but are you really deserving of this much? he spoils you every day. all that money he spends on you without hesitation makes you overthink.

you shake your head and try to get those negative thoughts out of your head. you don’t want to ruin this precious moment all too much. you smile fondly and put the earring on, “thank you so much. it's so pretty.”

the jewelry dangles off your left ear, the opposite of where aventurine’s got his hanging. the blonde man silently admires you. the light illuminating the stones gives you an ethereal look. especially in a dimly lit room with only a few light sources.

“no need to thank me, baby,” aventurine murmurs, his voice a surprisingly soft whisper. his thumb trails down the shell of your ear and eventually touches the earring again. the fact that you’re wearing the exact same one as he is, but on the opposite ear, is doing indescribable things to him.

you complete each other.

all his life, aventurine has never properly taken the time to appreciate his gift; his luck. he is doing so now—with you in his embrace. it’s like his surroundings have come to a halt. all that his eyes are focusing on, is you. the image of you in his arms.

“it suits you perfectly.” aventurine’s voice trembles lightly. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this. he’s overwhelmed by how lucky he is to have someone so breath-takingly beautiful in his presence. “gorgeous—you’re gorgeous.”

aventurine is not the only one who’s flustered. your own heart is pounding in your chest. your lover knows just what buttons to push to make you all flustered. he succeeds without fail every single time.

you lean your head against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his torso. aventurine welcomes the affection without a word. you look up at your partner with a softened expression before complimenting him back, “no, you are. you are beautiful."

aventurine’s eyes widen for a split second, his lips parting. you’s aware of the effects your compliments have on him. they make him feel giddy, however he also isn’t the best at expressing that. he regains his composure and grins, “oh, really? hah, how flattering.”

you giggle quietly and nod. you’re content with this. being in your lover’s arms after a rough day, unpacking the many gifts he got you, receiving his attention and affection. you wish you could do this for eternity.

after you’ve shared your precious moment together, aventurine leans agains the back of the couch and pulls you into a warm hug. one you both simply had to have. your lover starts to pat your head in a soothing manner.

the silence in the hotel room is deafening. the opened gifts and abandoned wrappers lay scattered around the table and floor. the static of the television in the distance is somehow comforting.

both aventurine and you realise that this instant will be over as soon as the next day arrives. it’s but a fleeting moment, one that will sooner or later be just another memory. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and he answers this by kissing your forehead. his lips leave a tingling sensation on your skin.

the comfortable silence continues for a couple seconds more. aventurine stares up at the ceiling. he’s sure that he’s satisfied for now, yet there’s still unease boiling in the pit of his stomach.

perhaps it’s due to his knowledge of the near future. his grande plan.

but, that’s not what’s important. not when aventurine can feel and hear your heartbeat right next to him. he hasn’t lost it all. not yet. he’s still got time to spend with the other gift that was bestowed upon him at birth: you.

“you’ll stay with me, right? no matter what.”

aventurine’s sudden question breaks the quiet atmosphere. you open your eyes again and tilt your head back, gazing down at your lover. one look at his face and you know that he needs your honesty at the moment. more than anything else in the entire universe.

you nod and lean in to kiss him—to show him that you mean it when you say; “yes. no matter what.”

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

I've had this one-shot in my docs for a while, I decided to post it here. It's villain au, specifically a moment in Cole's time in the temple with Yang. You can find more info on this au here. The tag for this au is 'villains.au'.

CW: graphic violence, abuse, blood (in the form of ectoplasma), eye injury.

Fic is under cut:

The door to the bunks slams shut with a deafening bang. 

Cole stares at it from down the hall. Behind him, Lloyd and Nya are crowding but also hiding in a way. They don’t move past his shoulders. Distantly, Cole wonders where Zane is before coming to the conclusion that he’s in the Bridge, staring at a wall or—or something. 

“What’s his problem,” Lloyd hisses, voice suspiciously wet. Cole looks down at him and finds Lloyd’s eyes shining and lip curled up in a scowl, clearly hiding a hurt expression. His cheeks are all red and Cole finds his hand is reaching out to rest on Lloyd’s head.

For a moment Lloyd looks conflicted, face going through a series of expressions—confusion, anger, sadness and then it’s all wiped away. He leans into the touch anyways, though without looking Cole in the eyes.

Cole runs his fingers through his hair softly, thumbling along Lloyd’s forehead. It seems to calm Lloyd some, his shoulders slumping a bit. He looks up at Cole with tired eyes, bags under them, and glances at the bunks.

“Just go sit down, alright?” Cole says, “I’ll talk to Jay.”

Lloyd is quiet for a moment before nodding and walking off.

Not before he mutters ‘what an asshole’ under his breath. Cole almost wants to snort. 

Of course, Nya doesn’t budge.

“Nya—” he starts but she interrupts, hands flying out in an angry motion. 

“No! You can’t—can’t tell me to go sit down!” she yells, her face is all screwed up. She tries to move forward but Cole steps in front of her. She glowers at him.

“I wasn’t going to say that, just…just let me handle him alright?” he explains, hands in a placating manner. 

“I can handle him.”

“I know.”

“He needs to get his head out of his ass,” she says quietly but with a viciousness, “he’s not the...the only one who’s hurt right now. Kai left all of us but he—he’s so—” she breaks off into an angry, growly sound.

“Trust me, I know. It’s just—Nya, he cares about you so much. I don’t want him to say anything to you that the—the both of you would regret, y’know?” Cole says, reaching out to gently squeeze her shoulders.

“I don’t love him.” she says back.

“I didn’t say that,” Cole squeezes again. Nya huffs.

“Yeah, yeah you didn’t,” she mumbles, “don’t you worry about it? What he’d say to you?”

“Nah, I got tough skin,” he grins and then hurries to continue before she gets mad, “not that you don’t! I’m just used to Jay, he’s my best friend and all.”

Nya raises an eyebrow, her expression is still pulled taunt and face flushed miserably but it’s—something. “Best friend, right, right, sure.”

She turns around, shrugging out of hands and begins to walk away.

“Hey now, I don’t like you’re implying there.”

Nya throws her hands up in a shrugging motion and turns the corner, exiting Cole’s line of sight.

He lets his shoulders slump. A weary, shaky sigh leaves him, expelling…some sort of feeling into the air. He waves it away. He brings his hand up to his face and just—rubs it. Presses into the crease between his eyebrows with an exhausted sort of energy.

Then he takes a deep breath and squares out his shoulders again. He glances at the bunk door and for good measure, takes another breath. He doesn’t really need to breathe but it makes Cole feel better. More steady.

He walks down the hall, his feet making no sound and grabs the doorknob. He goes still for a moment before turning it and opening the door. The room is dark and cold, they haven’t spent too much time in it as of late. It feels like too much of a reminder, he guesses. Kai’s bed is always empty.

Jay is curled up on—Cole’s bed actually. Cole’s eyes go soft. Jay is laying on his side, knees up to his chest and arms haphazardly thrown in between. Cole can’t see his face, it's covered up by the dark and also Jay’s stupid, curly bangs.

“Is there a reason you’re in my bed?” Cole asks.

Jay takes a moment to answer, “...it’s bigger.”

“It’s not,” Cole says as he sits down. The bed creaks a bit under his weight.

They sit in silence for a few minutes. Cole is trying to gather his words but he can’t seem to find them. His tongue is all heavy. He doesn’t know…how to help really. Ever since Kai left there’s been an open wound in the team. He’s done his best but he has the equivalent of duct tape and a dream when what he needs is cement.

Jay’s foot brushes against Cole’s arm. For a second, he thinks it’s an accident but then it happens again. Cole reaches out to brush his fingertips along Jay’s ankle. He’s got a little scar there, he realizes. Just a small nick on the back of his heel. Jay twitches a bit and Cole smiles faintly. He’s always been ticklish.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Cole asks quietly, letting the words reverberate into this quiet, vibrating silence they’ve made.

“No,” Jay says back, muffled, “what’s there to talk about.”

“Oh,” Cole’s voice goes deep and soft, “I don’t know, maybe why you’ve been so angry at everyone?”

“I’m not angry.”

“You were just yelling at Lloyd,” Cole recalls, resting his hand on Jay’s ankle, “what’d Lloyd do to you?”

“He—he…” Jay trails off, “...nothing.”

Cole hums, “you can’t keep doing that Jay, they’re getting mad.”

“I’m not,” Cole says.

Jay scoffs, bitter and resentful, “yeah, well, who isn’t mad at me?”

“Shouldn’t you be?”

“I think I got all my ‘mad-at-Jay’ out of my system already,” Cole says, “I don’t know if you remember but we kinda fought. A lot.”

Jay scoffs again but it sounds just a little bit more like a laugh.

Cole squeeze’s his ankle, “come on, Bluebell. Talk to me, it’s what I’m here for.”

Jay goes quiet and Cole resigns himself to waiting again. After a few minutes, Jay finally sits up, he does so slowly, pushing on his arms. Then he flops into a slouched over criss-cross position. He’s still not looking Cole in the eyes but he’ll take what he can.

Jay’s hands begin to mindlessly draw out patterns in the bed sheet. It's an anxious tic, Cole has noticed. He does it when he doesn’t know what to say.

That’s okay, he can start, “Jay, I know you’re mad but what happened with Kai isn’t your faul—”

“It’s not that!” Jay interrupts, then he deflates a little more, “Okay, maybe it’s a little that.”

“Jay–”

“But it’s just—just…how could he just leave like that?” Jay says. Cole’s been thinking the same thing, logically he knows it was that—damned staff. Twisted Kai’s mind. Kai loves them, he has to have faith in that, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt though. “I can’t be him.”

Jay continues, gesturing desperately like he really wants Cole to understand, “I’m not—good at what he does. The on the spot plans and—and Nya. Lloyd. Hell, I don’t even know how you’re so good with them.”

“Listen, I get it dude. I’m out of my depth too,” he says, squeezing Jay’s knee, “but we just have to hang on.”

“So…” Cole starts, “you’re lashing out at them because you’re…not sure how to help?”

“I—I mean, when you put it like that,” Jay mumbles. Cole pats his knee.

“How long will we have to hang on?” Jay says miserably.

“I…I don’t know, Jay,” Cole says quietly. Jay sighs and then tips sideways onto his shoulder. He rests his head there, staring out forward. Cole slips an arm around his back. Jay leans into it. 

“I’m sorry,” Jay mutters, his voice is shaky, “for being mean. I really am trying but—but I’m probably going to be mean again.” Cole rubs his back.

“I know,” he says back, “but it’s alright, I’ll be there to rein you in.”

“That’s not your job,” Jay turns his head to bury his face into Cole’s shoulder.

“Sure it is.”

Jay goes quiet for a minute or so. He’s all wiry, all bony and thin muscles. Cole wouldn’t call him anything like small or delicate, Cole’s seen him take way too many hits that have sent him into a wall before and his shoulders are too broad but he feels so small sometimes.

Jay shifts, “I miss how warm you were.”

Cole’s hand pauses on his back before continuing to rub. He looks down at his hands, trying to swallow everything down.

“Yeah I—uh,” he takes a very quiet breath, “me too, buddy.”

“It’s not fair, y’know? You and Kai were always so warm but Kai’s gone and now you’re a ghost,” Jay mumbles,”’s not fair.”

“I know,” Cole closes his eyes, “I know.”

Jay opens his mouth to reply but the only thing that comes out of it is the sound of wood smashing against the floor.

Cole startles awake, stumbles and dragging himself away from where he thinks the impact came from. His eyes can’t focus and he’s—he’s still half asleep. He tries to sit up fully but the end of a staff stabs him dead center in the chest and slams him into the ground. His head bounces against the floor and he lets out a pained, shocked noise. 

“Cole, don’t you think it’s time to wake up?”

A staff member hit him in the face, shoving his head to the side. 

“A–Ah–!”

“Get up.”

Cole stumbles up finally, frantically backing away. His eyes—eye finally focus enough to be able to see what’s going on. Yang is standing in front of him, staff clenched in his hand and looking down on him with a vitriol. Cole breathes heavily. His—his eye hurts. It’s not fair that the one type of person who can hurt him without water—another ghost—is the one he’s trapped with.

“Yang,” he whispers. He covers his eye and yanks it back when it comes away—wet? No—No, not wet, just…slimy. His hand is bright green, it sort of looks like blood.

“Ectoplasma,” Yang comments. 

“Ecto—ectoplasma?” he stutters back, his hands shake.

“It’s how a ghost bleeds, child,” Yang says.

Cole backs away but Yang starts to advance. A ghost's steps are supposed to be—quiet, unheard but Yang’s are loud and heavy. Like a beat to a drum that hurts Cole’s ears. 

“Y–Yang,” he stutters, “Yang! Stop!” 

His voice is raw and shakes, his hands twitch out in front of him. He can fight, he’s trained to fight but he’s so—so scared—

“Stop!”

Yang strikes out and Cole screams, ducking lower and stumbling back under the staff that flies over where his head was. He can’t breathe—he can’t think! His feet are tripping over themselves. Yang slams his staff into Cole’s side, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

Cole chokes and grabs at his sides. He screams again when Yang’s staff slams into the ground besides his head. He pushes himself back by his feet, clutching at his side and eye bleeding. He throws his arm up just in time to block another hit to the face. Still it catches his chin and sends a shock wave of pain down his arm.

“Sloppy, weak,” Yang spits, “scared.”

“Yang—” Cole sobs. 

“Did you forget everything Wu taught you?” Yang says, spinning his staff and Cole flinches, sobbing, “or did he not teach you anything at all?”

“Why—why’re you—why’re you do–doing—” Cole’s voice cracks and he flinches again when Yang lifts his staff. He covers his face.

He tries to think—how to stop Yang and punch him in the face and so many other things but he can’t think. His brain’s all muddled up and his eyes bleeding and—and—

He sobs, voice cracking and hitching, crying without any tears. Yang steps forward, until his shadow covers Cole. He forces the end of his staff under Cole’s chin and forces his head to tilt up. He stares Cole dead in his eyes. 

“You need to be trained,” he says lowly.

“I’m not your student!” Cole yells back.

Yang lifts his staff again and Cole—Cole kicks his knees in. Yang flies back with a shout, slamming into the wall. He groans and Cole stumbles up, running away. He runs down the hall, turning the corners so fast he nearly slips. After a moment, he can hear Yang start to follow him.

Cole makes it to the stairs and stumbles up them. Yang catches up and grabs the collar of his shirt. Cole yells, throwing the both of them into the wall, pin–balling between them until Yang lets go with a grunt and a battered body. The walls creak but Cole flies up the stairs. Once he gets to the top, he turns around and kicks Yang down.

Then he continues to run. He’s on the second floor so now he just needs—needs to find somewhere to hide. He turns the corner and finds a series of doors, he freezes, panicking before he hears the sound of Yang stumbling up the stairs.

“F–Fuck,” he sobs and runs to one of the door—he doens’t even know which, just one of them and throws the door open. He runs inside and slams the door shut, his fingers are shaking badly but he manages to lock it. He looks around frantically.

He’s in a—closet? There’s a couple of dusty boxes and chests and Cole hits his knees. He shoves them in front of the door, leaving one behind. He curls behind it, shoving his face between his knees. 

He hears Yang start walking down the hall, his staff tapping ominously. Cole shutters, heaving a breath and struggling to muffle his cries. He slams his hands over his ears but it doesn't drown out the tapping.

He shakily extends his fingers to feel around his eye and flinches when they make contact. It’s—puffy and sticky with ectoplasma. He needs a mirror or something. His hand pats around where he’s curled up blindly. He jolts when he feels something. He runs his fingers over it and its—glass?

He grabs and brings to his face. It’s a glass shard, about as long as his hand and half as wide. The edges are sharp but it shouldn’t hurt him.

He positions it over his eye and sucks in a breath. It’s all swollen, puffed up and bright green. The skin around it is completely black. Ectoplasma is leaking—no longer dripping—out of the socket. Cole bites back a sob and lightly probs it, trying not to flinch.

It—it should heal. 

He hopes so, anyways.

Yang slams his staff into the floor outside his door.

“Cole!” he yells, loud and angry, “come out!”

Cole swallows a sob and presses his hands harder over his ears.

“Cole!”

“Stop—stop,” he whispers wetly, biting onto his knuckles to muffle himself. He curls into a tight, painful ball.

“Cole!” Yang screams, voice ragged and vicious, “this is childish! Come out!” 

“Jay—” Cole sobs.

It takes a long time for the tapping of Yang’s staff to fade away. Cole remains curled up behind the box. 

“They’ll come for me…they’ll come for me…” Cole mumbles into his knees.

“I just have to…wait…”

Jay shoves him down and lays directly onto his chest. He shoves his head under Cole’s chin.

“Oh-ho, sleepy?”

“Just shut up and sleep.”

[tornoleander]

Finally Ironed out some ninja designs! I Usually don’t share references but with the behind the scenes stuff I’m doing on my Skybound project I don’t have much else I can share yet.

There is a few headcanon/ Fic stuff in references and powers and the all ninja shot is for first part of Skybound project.

I can share Skybound project Updates! I’m making lots of progress! Trying to focus on p1 stuff so I can put full force into the p2 stuff!

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P1 may be ready Summer? 2025

My Skybound talk Video:

* God I have so much to ramble about just when I think I covered something a new angle gets me

* How TF am I supposed to sanely transition from the wholesome reasons I love this season into the horribly problem stuff. Sigh*

* Actually studying videos covering serious topics to navigate how to word things.

* I have to stop drawing so much art for everything or no one will ever see this video.

* The desire to animate my character lipsinking to me is an evolutionary disadvantage I will resist.

Cannon compliant Animatic:

* Song is Ironed out fought a while adding voice lines and I’m way more excited than I thought I’d be for this animatic because I thought it would be overshadowed by how strongly I feel about the other 2. But damn.

* I’m storyboarding after like my life depends on it rn

* Really trying to capture Nya’s character Ark which sent me right back to the video script because I remembered that one reddit post calling her a bitch and rage wrote for 2 hours.

* I am determined to make people see how good her character arc actually is.

* Throwing Jay shade in this one lol he was kinda awful even with being manipulated.

* Trying to convey clear Ideas and story through art is pain but also addicting.

* This is meant as a leading to both part two animatics, but bbnb Kai is shorter than wytyaa Kai. The difference is significant everything else pre dinner with Nadakhan is the same. The other head cannons are almost aligned as far as I know. It’s JUST Kai. What do I do with him?!? Lmao Might just distance him from the other ninja so you can’t tell how tall he is. Thank goodness he is the most gullible and first to wish it all away

P2 out like December if I’M lucky TT

Even though I should focus on first things first, I can’t help myself. these fics have lived rent free in my brain for like 2 years and despite plans shifting the excitement of drawing the story I read and put to music in my head is a force of nature. Thanks Adhd

Wytyaa:

* I storyboarded about half the scenes I want to. Songs are decided but a few parts I’m waiting for the rest of the story for.

* I think I’m going to mess with color palette. I really want to capture the emotion and intensity. I’m learning the full potential of my art and

* I need Final ch released for maping out the second half.

* BUT I AM NOT READY TO READ IT @mondothebombo And from what you told me I don’t think I’ll be able to finish P1 by then. cries*

* I wanna capture the feeling reading wytyaa.

* May make my wytyaa specific refs so I can make animatic art I can post early.

Bbnb

* It’s all storyboarded and half animated

* Thinking about redoing most the earlier stuff, consistency has been a problem

* Also was to mess with colors, dark backgrounds and intense colors.

* I fought with my ref forever to find good enough lightning scar colors cause figuring out the right amount of contrast is pain.

* So now I want to redraw my bbnb scar references a third time.

* May draw other bbnb specific refs so I can make some art for the animatic I can post here early or on on my old A03 book

If you have Any questions feel free to leave an ask! I answer all eventually sometimes I do save em up though so if I didn’t answer something yet, Sorry I will get to you.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Gorgeous

kai parker x reader (both 18+!) (shy!virgin!kai)

summary: troubled by his own body, kai's afraid to go all the way with you. that is, until you confess you love him regardless of the way he looks, giving him just the confidence he's needed all along.

tags: friends to lovers, kissing, minor fingering, shy!kai, mentions of child abuse / physical abuse [I can't just write a normal fic, can I?], implied s3lf h4rm, emotional hurt / comfort, confessions, making out, blow jobs, virgin!kai, top / bottom switching, reader is a little freaky, nipple sucking, pet names, aftercare, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: sooooo... this has been sitting in my wips for over a year. for some reason, i just never posted it. but unfortunately, i have work tomorrow, so i'll be dead as a doornail that evening, and the work i wanted to post isn't done yet, so i'll post this in the meantime. that being said, i think i'm finally starting to get back in the swing of things. i'm still working on requests as well as other stuff, but i'm coming back slowly!

also, if this idea is totally unusual, that's probably why it sat in my drafts for a year. it's a year old fluffy smut with a strange premise. bare with me. 😅

The minute you get back from work, you collapse onto the nearest chair and groan.

“You okay there?”

Looking up, you see Jo and her boyfriend on the couch watching a movie. Oops.

“Sorry. Yeah. Long day. Where is everyone?”

“Our dads went to the flooding company people to try and get that situation covered, and our moms took the kids to the park.”

“My brother too?”

“Your brother, but not mine.”

“Cool,” you give the girl a thumbs up. “Hey Cody.”

Jo’s boyfriend looks over at you, “hey, Y/N.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You make your way up the stairs slowly, wondering where Kai is. Poking your head in his room, you see he’s not in there, but you don’t hear him anywhere else. Oh well. You’ll find him after your shower, because you really, really need that shower. 

In your room - also the Parker’s guest room - you grab a new set of clothes and your hairbrush, before going into the guest bathroom in the hallway. See, you and the Parkers are neighbors and have become close family friends. Though one night after a really bad storm, your basement flooded, as did several other houses nearby. This is a problem Mr. Parker could easily fix with magic, but considering the electric and flooding companies know your house was one of the ones affected, he can’t do anything without revealing his coven. Instead, your family temporarily moved in with his until the county could fix the issue.

It’s been two weeks, no progress. But you’re not complaining; you get to spend more time with Kai - your best friend who you’ve recently started dating in secret. 

As you’re busy undressing and getting the water ready, you don’t hear Kai come in from outside. The boy stands in the kitchen, staring at nothing in particular.

“Is everyone still out?” He hesitantly asks Jo.

“Yeah. But Y/N came home.”

“Oh. Where is she?”

“Mhm, went upstairs.” Then she snaps her fingers, “oh wait! She said she’s taking a shower. So don’t bother her. Just go to your room and wait for her to come out. Don’t be weird.”

Kai scrunches his nose. As if he’d ever make you uncomfortable on purpose. “Okay, thanks.”

Quietly, he makes his way upstairs. When he hears the water running, he bites his lip. Don’t be weird, Jo had just said. But she doesn’t know how close you two actually are. Swallowing hard, he slowly turns the knob to the bathroom door, trying not to alert Jo to which door he’s opening. Inside, the hot water steams up the mirrors, making it hard to see, but he can vaguely point out your figure through the glass. 

“Y/N?”

You hear him and pop your head out of the door, “Kai! Hi. Come in,” you gesture for him to enter all the way.

He does, then shuts the door just as quietly. “I don’t mean to bug you, I just wanted to make sure you were here. Jo said you were, but…” he shrugs.

“You’re not bugging. Come on, join me.”

“What?”

“In here.”

“But… I’m wearing jeans.”

“Well then take them off, you goof.”

“I-I… um.”

Deciding to give him privacy, you stick your head back in the shower and rinse out the shampoo. The whole time you’re finishing your shower routine, you assume Kai’s going to join you at any time. You haven’t gone that far in your relationship yet, but he is a teenage boy, and he does love kissing you every chance he gets.

You two have done more than kissing, of course, but just haven’t gone all the way. And there’s plenty of reasons for that: too many people in this damn house, someone might walk in, someone might overhear, etc. etc. etc. But aside from the obvious reasons, you can’t help but feel like there’s also reasons that Kai isn’t sharing. 

He likes to spend a lot of your time together practically worshipping your body. His lips and fingers have touched nearly every part of you, but he isn’t too keen on letting you do the same. 

Kai holds you in place with a hand on your neck. His lips are attached right below, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand’s busy farther down - two fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. You bite your lip hard to not moan as you cum on his hands. He continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm, not letting up until your body stills. Then, he tastes one finger before putting the second in your mouth. You suck on it, eyes trained on him the whole time. 

“My turn. Let me make you feel good, Kai.”

“You are. I like watching you like this.”

“No, I know. But I want to taste you, too. Let me blow you.”

Kai bites his lip as if he’s having an internal debate. “Isn’t this so much better, though?” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you, feeling his hands up and down the sides of your body as he does. “Now let me cuddle you, m’kay? Let me take care of you.”

You’re too overwhelmed in pleasure to fight, and succumb to his open arms. Minutes later, you’re both asleep. 

You don’t pry if he tells you ‘no’ the first time, but of course, you can’t help but wonder why he’s never let you even see his body. 

“Take your shirt off, why am I the only one exposed?” You joke, pulling at the hem.

“Hmph, no, baby, I’m too focused on you,” he says. 

Every time. He won’t even take his bracelets off, let alone any of his clothes. Again, you don’t push him - he’ll take that step when he’s ready - but you really want to pleasure him the same way he does you. And besides, he just has to be hot under there; his face is insanely attractive, arms are strong, and figure is lean. You’re dying to know. 

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts.

“Mhm?”

“I, um, actually nevermind.”

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah, just…”

Done with your shower, you turn off the water and grab your towel. You would just go out nude despite him there, but you know the air will be cold, so you wrap the blue cloth around your body. “Well now I’m done.” Carefully, you open the door and step off the slippery floor.

In front of you, Kai is standing awkwardly. His jeans are still on, but his shirt is off and folded neatly on the bathroom counter. You gulp the minute you see his body for the first time. As you expected, he’s lean and rather well-toned for someone not allowed out of his house much. His arms have some muscle to them, and you can see several prominent veins close to the surface of his skin. What catches your eye most, however, is the sharp v-line shaping his hips, leading to somewhere still hidden from your sight. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

Kai swallows hard. His eyes are red. You don’t notice the signs of discomfort, though, until a small sigh escapes his lips. 

You narrow your eyes when you hear him. “What's wrong, pumpkin?” Hurrying towards him, you cup the sides of his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“Hate my body.”

“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Kai.”

“All the ew, all the stupid… everything.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything ‘ew’.”

“Look closer.”

“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.”

“Just do it.”

Nervous, you step back to look at him closer. “Oh,” you mutter, suddenly saddened. Discolored skin in shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bruises, new and old. Handprints, whip marks, slaps from an open palm, all fading from red. Then there are the cuts, up and down his arms, some on his stomach, some on his shoulders. Clearly self-inflicted, though the bruises were all clearly marks of abuse. 

“Now you see how ugly I really am.”

“No, no, Kai…” Gently, you run a finger across a row of evidential abuse. He flinches a little and you can’t help the tear that falls from your eyes. “You’re still gorgeous, baby.”

“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head ‘no’.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I promise. You are still beautiful to me. And I still want you, I still want every inch of your body. You don’t have to hide from me. Hey, I have some, too.”

You peel the towel away a bit to expose several cuts along your upper arm. 

He sniffs, “those weren’t there the other day.”

“I know, baby. But yesterday was really hard with my dad, and this was the only way I could think of to cope.”

Kai remembers yesterday. Your dad had forced you to go out with him to visit different universities in the area. By the time you both got back, he was fuming and you were holding back tears. 

“He got pissed at me when I said I didn’t want to go to college. He asked me why I was the family failure, and why I couldn’t be more like him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay, now that I’m back beside you.”

“He’s a dick. Your brother’s a dick.”

“My point is, Kai, that we have a lot of the same scars. You don’t think I’m any less beautiful because of them, so why should you think that about yourself?”

“Because I also have bruises from my fucking dad.”

“That’s not your fault, baby. Your dad is an even bigger dick than mine. And just because you have wounds on your body from his hand doesn’t mean I don’t love you or your body any less.”

Kai freezes, “you love me?”

You then freeze, too. “I, um…” Then you realize that that confession may be exactly what he needs to hear. “Yes. I do love you, Kai.”

Tears that were welling in his eyes are now falling, “why?”

“Why? Why not? Because on top of being absolutely gorgeous, you’re an amazing friend and boyfriend. You’re sweet and gentle and trying your best despite the awful circumstances you’ve been given. You’re always there through the good and bad, and I could never get tired of being with you.”

“Can I admit that I love you, too?”

You smile and nod happily before leaning in quickly to kiss him. Amidst your excitement, your towel falls from your body, and your breasts rub up against his bare chest. Kai lets out a moan at the contact, but then separates from the kiss to cover his mouth with his hand. You just raise your eyebrows at him. 

“Feel good?”

Instead of answering, his hands find your breasts and feel them. His eyes roll back in his head. “So soft,” he mutters.

“Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Does this mean I can see you now?”

“Um, I, n- uh-” he stutters over every word. 

“You know what? It’s okay. Later?”

“Okay.”

“Sounds good. And I hate to say it, but we have to stop,” you pause to pull on your panties and jeans, “because Jo will start getting suspicious soon,” you have to ignore Kai’s pouting face as you put on your bra, “and she doesn’t need to see us like this, because she’ll tell your dad.” Your shirt is on next, “and then my dad. And then you’ll get hurt.” He watches you pull your hair out from under your shirt and flip it to curl around your face, “and you’re not getting hurt on my watch. Okay?”

Kai nods, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, pumpkin.” You two share another kiss before leaving the bathroom. Kai grabs his shirt on the way out, fumbling to put it on, along with his multiple bracelets. “Downstairs? I need some water.”

“Sure.”

The minute you reach the last step, Jo calls out to you, “did Kai find you?”

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Okay. He came in a little bit after you went up. I told him you were in the shower, but not to bother you. He listened to me, right?”

“He didn’t bother me at all. Was very gentlemanly and waited in his room for me to come out.” You wink at Kai as you lie straight to Jo’s turned face. Luckily, she’s fixated on the movie. 

“Okay, good.”

“I’m just going to get a drink and then we’ll be out of your hair shortly.”

◇◇◇◇

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s a huge festival, it’s a lot of fun,” Mr. Parker asks one more time as he’s halfway out the door. 

You take another glance at the amount of people crowding the doorway: your brother and parents, plus Kai’s parents and all his siblings. Minus him, of course. “I’m sure. I’m not too big on crowds, and I’m kinda tired. Might just see if Kai wants to watch a movie.”

“Okay, but be careful.” Then, Mr. Parker leans closer to whisper in your ear. The gray hairs of his beard lightly touch your skin, making you shiver in fear. “And don’t get too close to him.”

“Noted.”

“We should be back around three-ish, more or less,” your Dad adds. 

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave the house, and certainly don’t let him sneak out,” Mr. Parker piggy-backs off your dad’s comment. Jeez, it’s like they’re long-lost irritating brothers.

“I won’t. He’ll stay here with me.”

“But not too close, becau-”

“I heard it the first time, Dad. I trust Kai enough that we’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Go have fun, okay?” You had to downplay your friendship to make them think you only trusted him a little. If they knew the truth - that you’d trust him with your life - they’d definitely stage an intervention and never let you see each other again. 

“Okay, just making sure. See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye.”

Finally, they leave. It takes ten minutes for nine kids to assemble between two cars, between the Parkers’ van and your parents’ SUV, but they eventually make it work. You can literally hear two kids crying over “having to sit in the back again”, but then you hear your Dad’s voice, “ride with me, if it’s okay with your Dad.” The crying ceases at last, and the cars pull out of the gate. 

“Are they gone yet?” Kai comes downstairs about a minute after they left.

“Just pulled out. What were you doing?”

He swallows, “um.” While struggling to answer, you give him a look. “I’m used to hiding during the van-packing process.”

“Okay,” you answer, not entirely convinced. 

He bites his lip, “okay, that part is true. I do hide when they do that because sometimes someone storms back in to grab something to appease the ones stuck in the back, like a snack or whatever. But, um, what I was actually doing was… trying to,” he pauses, and you let him find the words, “build up the courage to, um… can I just kiss you?”

You’re confused, but you’ll never deny him a kiss. Smile forming on your lips, you close the three foot gap between you two, hands tracing his jawline, capturing his face, while kissing him softly. His hands find your waist, gripping your hips. There’s something different about this kiss than your usual ones. Something more hungry… willing, maybe. Whatever it is, you let him take charge. 

As soon as the shift in control changes, he spins the both of you around so that you’re pressed into the counter, rather than himself, while he kisses you deeper. His lips leave your mouth to trail down your jaw, to your neck, but then he suddenly stops to look up at you. 

“Everything okay?”

“Can we go upstairs?”

“Of course.” You joke, “afraid someone’s gonna walk in?”

He misses your teasing tone and replies bluntly, “no, I wanna fuck you.”

You nearly trip up the first stair, causing you to grab a tight hold of his hand. “What’d you say?”

“Is that okay?”

“I-uh-um- yes, just caught me off guard. What brought it on?”

“You said you loved me. And that you liked my body even with all the scars. And that if I can love yours with scars, you can love mine.”

“I did say that. I meant every word.”

“And so now we’re here alone, and I’m going to act on something I’ve wanted to do a long time ago.” 

You reach the top of the stairs. He has an arm around your back to prevent you from falling, just in case, as he stares into your eyes for hesitancy. You give none. “Then do it.”

Instantly, your back collides with the hallway wall and he kisses you with the same tenacity he did downstairs. Out of habit, your hands find his hair; his, your waist, but he’s a lot more confident now. Slowly, he inches the both of you towards his door. His hand fumbles with the knob, making him frustrated.

“Wish I could just open the stupid thing with magic.”

“If I had magic, I’d let you take it whenever,” you answer, again, with no hesitancy. 

He stops to stare at you. “You would?”

“Mhm. I mean it, Kai, I love you.”

“But the siphoning hurts.”

You shrug, “can’t hurt that bad. I imagine it’d probably actually feel good. At least for me, maybe not other people. Send little tingles all the way down to my-”

He cuts you off with an open mouthed kiss. “Now I really wish you had magic.”

“-and then a part of me would kinda be in your blood, too, right?” You finish the second part of what you wanted to say. 

“Holy fuck, you’re turning me on.”

“Open the door, Kai,” you urge. 

He finally does, but in the second you take to catch a breath, he’s back on you. He takes advantage of your state and slips his tongue in your mouth, no regard for anything but his and your pleasures. You go weak in his arms and let him explore, enjoying the feeling much more than you probably should. Then, he taps on your hips signaling for you to jump. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, finally, and throws you down rather roughly.

Immediately, panic takes over his face. “Shit, that was way harder than I meant to! You okay?”

You, on the other hand, can’t get a word out because you’re giggling too hard. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He tries again.

“You’re so hot when you’re all dominant. Well, you’re always hot, but-” and then you continue to giggle. 

Kai relaxes, realizing he didn’t hurt you. “Oh you little-” he climbs on top of you until he’s hovering over your face. Legs tangle together, bodies close but not close enough… You buck your hips. There, now they’re close enough. “You’ve been wanting this,” he observes, fighting back a moan at the contact. 

“Yes, but also, your comfort is my number one priority. It’s much better now, with you enjoying it too, than if we were to try when you weren’t ready.”

“Thank you, princess,” he kisses your nose sweetly. 

“Thank you for trusting me. One thing though.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you trust me right now?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” Without further warning, you grab his wrists and flip him over so that his back is pressed into the bed. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on top of him, and the power makes you giddy. 

“I thought you liked me being dominant?”

“Oh, I do. But I also want to see you writhe under me,” you wink at him. 

Kai gives you a look, and you know he’s going to start fighting any minute now. It’s in his eyes, and you can feel his muscles under you tensing to build up the strength. In the last second before you think he’s going to try and take charge, your hand goes down to the outline forming in his jeans. All fight is immediately gone as soon as you start to feel him. He can’t even fight the moan he’s been holding back since you started making out downstairs. The sound spurs you on and you rub him harder.

“More, princess. Please.”

You move your legs to straddle him, hands going to his belt. “This okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please.”

“What am I, five?”

You cock your head at him. “Words, or no further touching.”

“Princess,” he tries to buck his hips like you did, but you’re holding him down.

“Come on, Malachai.”

“Don’t use that name.”

“Mala-”

“Fine! Yes, please. It’s okay. Please.” You smirk, not expecting the begging, but loving it. “You little sadist.”

That only makes you love it more. Not wasting another second, your hands are undoing his belt. As much as you want to take it slowly, you’re both too excited to drag it out any longer. Besides, just by looking at him, you can see how hard he is, and you know you’re almost soaking your panties with wetness. 

“Wait,” he pants. 

You stop immediately. “You okay?”

“I need… I need. C’mere,” he beckons you forward, and you listen. “Need this off,” he pulls off your shirt. “And this,” next is your bra. The minute it’s off, he loses control and grabs your tits like he did in the bathroom a couple days earlier. Before you know it, he’s fondling one while the other’s in his mouth. 

“If mine is, this is coming off, too.” You make a grab for his shirt. He pauses, tongue still around your nipple. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he seems to decide in that instant. 

In order for you to pull the fabric over his head, he has to disconnect his mouth from your breast. But when it’s off, he swallows hard and doesn’t reach for them again.

“Kai… c’mon, pumpkin.” You take his hand to put it back on your body, trying to return that sense of comfort, but he doesn’t grasp your breast again. Sighing, you take it as a moment to get a closer look at his body. The bruises, the scars, everything. A tear escapes your eye, and you lean down to press a kiss to one of the purplish wounds. Then, you start to do that with all of them. From his neck to his hips, you kiss every mark made on his body, whether by his dad’s hand or his own. On the fresher ones, your lips are more gentle, barely there, not wanting to cause him more pain. But on the older ones, you leave multiple kisses, or even lick them with your tongue before kissing. “I meant it, Kai. You’re gorgeous. These marks don’t stop me from loving you.”

Slowly, he makes eye contact with you again. His hands reach out to your face, and when he gets a hold of you, he pulls you in for another deep kiss on his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks with a tear emerging.

“You don’t have to deserve love, baby.” You kiss his collarbone. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Your lips travel to his chest. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. He moans loudly, arching his back.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know that would feel that good.”

“Can I continue to make you feel things like that?”

“Yes, please. I need it, I need you. Wait, but let me-” he suddenly sticks two fingers into your wet heat, hovering over his own body, and pops them in his mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Are you gonna let me taste you now?”

“Sure. Yes. I meant yes.”

Your eyes warm and you continue to kiss him further down - this time, trailing his v-line. You had noticed the prominent indents the other day, but are now getting to see it up close. He moans again, enticing you more. 

“Princess.”

“I’m working on it.” Finally, you shrug his jeans down and off his body. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to hide his now-bare legs, but you opt to not pay attention to them anyway. Your gaze goes straight to the bulge in his boxers that looks even thicker without his jeans in the way. Mouth watering, you touch him first, enjoying the feeling. 

“Y/N, please. It’s uncomfortable. Too tight.”

Succumbing to his wishes, you tap his hips for him to lift them, then peel back the final confinement. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach in the process. You’re quick to lean forward and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Kai sinks his head into the pillow, groaning huskily. After pulling his boxers all the way off, you refocus your attention back to the length in front of you. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mutter. The praise makes him twitch, and you immediately reach out to grasp him between two of your fingers. “Need to taste.” And then you finally do. You start at the tip, rolling your tongue over the slit counter clockwise, stimulating precum in the process. Some of it leaks into your mouth, straight down your throat, but most of it drips down the side of cock. It doesn’t get far, though, before you move your head to catch it, licking your way from the base to the tip, again. 

A shiver runs through his body. “Feels so good.” Barely audible, but you hear him. 

Positioning your head over him, you prepare to take him fully. To you, it’s a five second break of deep breaths, but to Kai, overwhelmed in pleasure, there’s almost no warning. As soon as you’re ready, you sink your mouth down on him until you get about halfway and your gag reflex kicks in. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you gag around him.

“Y/N, you okay?” He sits up on his elbows, worried he’d accidentally hurt you.

Slowly, you lift your head back up, “I’m good, baby. Just training my throat to take you.”

He swallows so hard that you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Oh, um…” He doesn’t lay back down, opting to watch you instead. 

You don’t mind as you go down for a second time, getting further now. You do it several times, taking more and more of him each time. Your tongue swirls around his length and traces his veins. In fact, there’s one vein in particular that especially makes Kai moan every time you hit it. It’s on the underside of his cock, and you start to pay special attention to it. The rest of his length sits against your face as you focus on it.

Kai doesn’t know if the sight or the feeling is affecting him more. Either way, he feels himself getting close to release. Your mouth is around him, head bobbing up and down rapidly, when he twitches. He whines, resisting the urge to hold your head where he wants. Suddenly, though, you stop and remove your mouth completely. 

“Fuck, wait, I’m about to…”

“I know, pumpkin. Can’t let you do that yet.”

He’s about to ask why, but then sees his answer. In one quick motion, you’re removing your own pants and lining your bodies together. “Ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

You smile, grab his cock to hold it upright, then sink your heat down onto him. Kai collapses, elbows no longer supporting him, as pleasure consumes him.

“You okay?”

“Yes, oh- oh god.”

“Can I move? I’ll start slow.”

“Please.”

As promised, you slowly begin to ride his length. Your hands rest on either side of his body and lips are pressed to his chest, leaving hot kisses all over his skin. 

“Let me know if you want to try and take over.”

“Okay.”

When Kai starts to relax, you pick up the pace. Not too fast, but little by little. Soon, his hands find your hips and he helps guide you. His fingers have a tight grip on you, but it only makes you wetter. 

“I think, I wanna… wanna try…”

“Want to be on top, angel?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. You can just flip us or I can move, what are you feeling?” But the hungry look in his eyes already gives you your answer.

As soon as you nod and grab onto his shoulders, he flips the both of you so that you’re now pressed into the bed. With his usual role re-established, so does his dominance. You open your legs wider to give him more access, and he immediately takes advantage of it. With a lick of his lips, he pushes his cock into you, not stopping until he’s run out of length. 

“Oh my god,” you mutter. 

“Is it too much?”

“No, you’re perfect. Move when you’re ready, mmkay?”

He nods, then copies the way you rode him when he begins to move: arms on your side, head ducked into your chest. His lips attach to your nipples, sucking, and pulling them between his teeth. When he gets a hold of his balance, you feel pressure on your clit, too. 

“Fuck, Kai. You’re so good.”

His body jolts, “say it again.”

“What?”

“Name. Say it again.”

“Kai,” you pant as he quickens pace.

“No one else is home baby, say it louder.”

You had forgotten this fact, actually, but the minute he reminds you, you let yourself go. “Fuck,” you moan, rather loudly, “feels so good, Kai! Fuck. Harder.”

He spreads your legs wider and thrusts harder upon request. Obscene sounds fill the room, mixed with your moans and whimpers.

“Kai,” you pant, “need to hear you, too.”

“I’d rather hear you, Princess.”

“Aw, come on, gorgeous. Nothing turns me on more than men moaning,” you admit. “Need to hear you.”

Previously held-back grunts and groans tumble from his mouth at your confession. When his lips return to your nipple, he makes sure to keep up with your request, sending vibrations throughout your body. 

“I’m close, Kai. So close, so close… don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting there, too,” he twitches again. “Come for me, Princess.”

As soon as he asks, your orgasm rips through your body. Loud moans follow, and your eyes roll back in your head. Kai rides you through yours, before pulling out and immediately releasing all over your face and chest. Some drips off your shoulders, down to the bedsheets.

The minute he catches his breath, a worried expression takes over his face, “I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t do it inside you, but wasn’t sure where else to. I aimed for your chest and misfired.”

You make direct eye contact with him, then swipe a bunch off your cheek with your finger before sucking it off. “Oh, I’ll never complain about a facial.” You dart your tongue out to the side to gather more. “And don’t worry, I kinda like the taste. How the hell were you a virgin, Kai?! You were amazing the whole way through!”

He blushes, “um, thank you.”

You can’t help but giggle. Only Kai would be sweet enough to thank you for complimenting his sexual ability. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you had lost your virginity, threw you an, “I know,” when you told him he was good. This little fact just made you love Kai even more. 

Then, as if he couldn’t get more perfect, his next words are, “can I clean you up now, Princess? And then we can cuddle and nap?”

“Of course. Give me a kiss first.”

Kai leans forward and kisses you sweetly. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, wetting it gently. 

“Blood,” he comments.

“Hm?”

“There’s blood on your lip.”

You run your own tongue along it, “must’ve bit it in pleasure.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He pulls on a loose pair of sweatpants from his drawer, giving you a wink. 

“Okay, darling.”

Two minutes later, Kai returns with a warm rag and a water bottle. First, he cleans the small sore and any remaining blood off your lip, then hands you the bottle. “Drink,” he insists. As you do, he moves the rag over your face and down your neck and chest, cleaning off his drying cum. He rubs your lower body next, easing some of the soreness as well as wiping away your cum. “Anywhere else?”

“No, I’m okay. Do you need anything?”

“Just you,” he sappily replies. 

“Okay, come here then.” Arms wide open, you gather him up and pull him close. You take a hand away for a split-second to pull the blankets over you two, earning a whine before he realizes what you’re doing. As soon as your arm is back around him, he snuggles into your body. “I love you, Kai,” you whisper with your lips against his cheek.

“I love you, too, Princess. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something to someone.” 

As much as his words sadden you, they also make you feel warm inside. You’re the one that makes him feel that way, and that’s pretty fucking special. 

“Always, my sweetheart.” You give him a kiss to the cheek, keeping your lips there even afterwards. His heartbeat slows into a comfortable rhythm and breathing evens out, and soon, he’s fast asleep in your arms. 

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Lord Jon and Prince Damian is a funny combination because just imagine Clark never managed to conquer all earth because magic and magic user, Talia basically built a huge kingdom to protect her people from the Lords and also accepts some others who are fleeing.

Years past and Jon has always been curious about that place and laughs when he faces Talia's youngest soldiers. He falls in love deeply hard about that boy with green eyes, then Jon starts to try to seduce that cute and smol boy (and Damian hates him deeply)

Just imagine:

Jon: *throws a body at his door like a cat*

Damian: ... Some guys bring flowers

Jon: I'm not 'some guy'

And also

J: "i've killed for you. how many other people can say that?"

D: "... Multiple, actually"

Basically: Lord Jon's love language is being annoying

Took me a while to figure out how I'd write the Super Lords, but eventually I was inspired by another work. I might write a sequel to this but we'll see. Fic under the cut.

Jon was scrolling on his phone, looking to find people talking negatively about him or his father so he could send them death threats. He could probably find them easily and make good on those threats, but then he'd have to get up, and he was comfortable where he was. He was getting a little peckish though, so he might run through a couple if he got up to eat.

His dad came into the room looking flawless. “Jon.”

“Hey dad, can you get me something to eat?”

“What? No. Get it yourself, or better yet, ask Kelex.”

“I thought you took away my voice commands after I killed the wrong general last week.”

“Oh, right. Have the knowledge crystals not taught you how to hack yet?”

Jon groaned ”I hate the knowledge crystals dad, they take so much time. I don't see the point in them.”

“The point is they would teach you how to solve problems, like how to reinstate your voice commands in Kelex’s code. Now get up, I have something important for you to do.”

Jon got up and stretched. “Oh I'm way hungrier than I thought. Hold that thought, Dad.”

“Jona–” Kal started sternly as a gust of wind blew past him. He could hear Jon ferociously consuming junk food from the pantry in superspeed. When he was done, he ran back up to his dad.

“Hey Dad, I'm back. What's up?”

“What do you know about Talia Al Ghul?”

“Oh that's easy. She's like, your archnemesis. Her family's got really strong magic so she can kill us if she gets close enough. She controls the last stronghold of human resistance. She's older than you so she's, what, a million?” He grinned cheekily “Just kidding, Dad. You don't look a day over 500.” He laughed. “Kidding! You should see the look on your face.”

“Jon, I'm being serious here.”

“‘kay.”

“She's just crowned her heir, Prince Damian. He's your age.”

“Oh?”

“He's an even more powerful mage than his mother, and trained in martial arts. He is a serious threat, one that needs to be neutralized.”

“Ok, but how am I gonna do that? You said he's more powerful than his mom, and you can't kill her.”

“He takes his group of soldiers into the Himalayas every month to train privately. I want you to ambush them.”

“Kill them, right? How do you want them dead?”

“Doesn't matter.”

“Alright. I'll be right back.”

Kal grabbed his arm and dug his fingers in hard enough to bruise. “You could die today, Jon. Take this seriously. Run away if you need to. You're no good to me dead.”

Jon nodded. “Got it.”

Jon flew to the mountains and looked for them with his heat vision. He found them fighting each other and flew down and started snapping the neck of the closest person to him. Unfortunately, this was slow enough to draw alarm from the other assassins, who all knew magical attacks. Still, Jon was quick and he fought dirty, letting out a deafening shout and causing an avalanche. The teens fought him with martial arts married with magic, sacrificing their lives so that the final assassin could defeat Jon and place him in magical bindings.

He spat blood. “You're lucky they can be brought back to life, or I wouldn't have spared yours.”

“I didn't ask you to. But thank you– not for sparing my life, but for beating me. I've never lost before. It was exhilarating! Can you do it again?”

The boy looked at him strangely. “What?”

Jon grinned manically. “You're a great fighter. I want you to defeat me again. And again and again until I get bored. What's your name? I never even lose to my dad.”

“... I am prince Damian Al Ghul.”

“Oh no way! I came here to kill you! Well, I'm not doing that anymore.”

“Clearly not.” Damian said, gesturing to the chains around him.

“Oh no, not cuz of that. I meant cuz like–” Jon cut himself off as Damian took off his mask and piercing green eyes met his own. “Wow, you're really pretty. I've never seen anyone as pretty as you in my whole life. Definitely not prettier. I think I was saying something?”

Damian blushed. “Tt. You were saying why you're not going to kill me.”

“I think I'm in love with you.”

“What?!” Damian squeaked.

“That was so cute! You're so cute! You're so small you look like you'd fit just right in my arms!”

“Go back to the ‘I love you’ part because I'm not understanding!” He shouted.

“I'll say it as many times as you want! I love you, I love you, iloveyouiloveyouiloveyoui–”

“Stop! You can't love me, you just met me, and your dad is superman!”

“Um, I'm pretty sure I can. Love at first sight is a thing, and I've known you for longer than that already.”

“So what, just because you think I'm pretty and I beat you for the first time, you're in love with me?”

“Is that not enough? Ok well, I really like the color of your eyes, and you're really powerful, and you make me feel so many feelings I have never felt before! Fear, excitement, curiosity, admiration, respect, awe, happiness, arousal–”

“Stop talking.”

“Whatever you want, gorgeous.”

“That's talking.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“Still talking.”

“I don't know how you want me to stop talking if you keep talking to me. Oh but uh, don't stop, I like it.”

Damian facepalmed. “I'm taking you back to my mother.”

“Oh I hope she doesn't decide to kill me after you went through the trouble of sparing me, that would be really embarrassing for you.”

Damian was quiet for a few minutes. “...You've never felt curious? Or excited, or afraid or happy? Really?”

Jon shrugged. “Maybe once. But nowadays I'm always either bored or bloodthirsty. Except right now, I'm neither. You're the most interesting person I've ever met and I just killed 5 people. That's like, 1 more than I usually do in a day.”

Damian set his jaw hard. “Why do you kill so many people?”

“Why do you think, assassin Prince? To feel alive.”

“...Who do you usually kill?”

“Dissidents and criminals. My dad's okay if they're dissidents or criminals. There's not, like, a ton of those out there anymore, though, so I've taken to scrolling back really far on Twitter. Oh, and jaywalkers.”

“Tt. Typical.”

“Who do you usually kill?”

“Political enemies, soldiers, criminals.”

“I guess everyone's a political enemy when they're aligned with us and not you. That's a lot more people you can kill. I kinda wanna join your side now.”

“We don't kill frivolously.”

“Why not?”

“Because we value human life.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Why does your father care about order if not to preserve human life?”

Jon laughed. “My dad doesn't care about humans! He just wanted to tidy things up. He gets mad when I kill other people because it messes with his system. It's one of those dumb parent rules, like keeping your socks in the sock drawer, or cleaning the fortress on Sundays even though we have robot servants.”

“... You're completely insane.”

“Do you want me not to be?”

Damian furrowed his brow. “Why are you asking me that?”

“I want you to get what you want! You deserve to get anything you want, way more than my dad does. I bet you could with your magic! Cast a spell on me, make me sane for you. If you want that, I want it.”

“It's Jonathan, isn't it?”

“Yeah, or you can call me Jon. Or you know, whatever you want. Even if it's mean, I can take it.”

“...Jonathan. I don't want to take your agency away with my magic. That wouldn't be right.”

Jon shrugged against his chains. “If you say so, my prince.” Damian was quiet for a while, and Jon slipped free of his chains to help Damian cart back all of the bodies. “You should let me carry this.”

“What– Jon?! How did you escape my bindings?”

“Magic interacts completely unpredictably with me.”

“I don't– why are you even still here?”

“Why would I leave? It's not as if there's anything more interesting on TV. Twitter says all the shows are boring cuz of Dad. Well, you know, the dead side of Twitter. God do you know how perfect you look? From every angle?”

“Jon, I think you should just leave.”

“Well, my dad is expecting me home soon. What do you think I should tell him about you not being dead?”

“... Is he going to hurt you if you go back?”

Jon shrugged. “If I let him. Which I probably will, so I don't get grounded. But I might be grounded anyway since this meant a lot to him. If I don't get grounded, can I see you again?”

“It's best if you don't.”

“I'm going to be honest, I don't like that answer. If you want me to stay away you'll have to use your magic to harm me.”

“Tt. Do you have a death wish?”

“No. My biggest wish is for you to spar with me and win.”

“What if I lose?”

“Then we'll go again until you win.”

“...Hm. You're very… persistent.”

Jon grinned. “Thanks. Wow, it feels really good when you compliment me. Do it again.”

“Um… you have really unique eyes?”

Jon beamed. “This is great, keep going!”

Damian blushed. “I'd rather not.”

Jon pouted. “Pleeeeaaase? I'll do anything.”

“Will you go home?”

“Fine, yes, after… 3 more compliments. Then I'll go home, for now.”

“Tt. Your curls look very nice, your hair makes a nice contrast against your skin tone and you– ah… you… that is, you're very strong.”

“I already knew that last one.”

“I meant muscular.”

“That's not a compliment, that's just a fact.”

Damian’s ears burned. “...I like it. I like that about you. I like that you're muscular. It looks… visually appealing.”

“Oh, I'm definitely in love with you. I'd love to stay and compliment you back, but I said I'd leave, and I want you to trust me! If you ever need me, or just want me, all you have to do is call. I'll come.”

Jon flew back home. “Dad? I ambushed him, caused an avalanche, and killed his squad, but he still beat me.” Jon called out.

Kal walked out to see his son. “You look unharmed. Why did he let you go?”

“Honestly? I think I annoyed him too much. But I'm going back tomorrow.”

“I see… an ambush didn't work, so you'll have to gain his trust and then betray him. I was going to punish you but your tenacity and cunning deserve a reward, so it is simpler to do nothing.

“Oh, yeah, psh, that's totally why I want to go back. I totally want to murder him in cold blood. I mean, you know how much I love murder.”

Kal frowned. “I do know. It gets in the way of your studies. However, this time I approve.”

“‘kay. Thanks. See ya.” He went back to his room to watch Damian with his X-ray vision.

The next day, Jon went to Nanda Parbat and watched Damian from the sky, waiting until he was alone to approach him.

Damian’s hair was slicked back with sweat and he was flushed and panting.

“Prince Damian. You look somehow even more incredible than last time.”

“Spare me the mockery.”

“What? I'm not mocking you. The way your skin flushes and glistens is as enchanting as any of your spells, my lord.”

“Hn. You know most humans find sweat repulsive?”

“I'm only half human. Also, you smell great. Musky. Can I lick you?”

“Definitely not.” Jon pouted. “Do you want something?”

“Yeah. Can we spar?”

“After lunch. Would you like to dine with me?”

“Can I? Won't the servants see me?”

“I cook for myself.”

Jon gasped. “I get to try your cooking?! Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air.

Damian chuckled good naturedly.

Jon leaned against the island as Damian cooked. “What did your dad say about you failing to kill me?”

“Oh I told him I was going back today and he thought I meant that I was going to gain your trust to kill you.” Damian stiffened. “So I'm going to let him think that so I can spend more time with you.”

“Try this.” Damian said, handing Jon a spoonful of sauce. Jon tasted it.

“Hm, that's pretty good! I've never had this before.”

Damian tasted it himself and nodded. “It is good.”

Jon ate at his usual impatient pace and spent the rest of the meal talking at Damian.

“Alright, Superboy, follow me.”

“Anywhere.”

“Tt.” Damian led him to the training courtyard. “Here we are. Remember to be quiet.”

Jon rushed to tackle Damian but he predicted it and dodged, casting a spell to slow down Jon’s movements. It was a lot stronger than the spell Damian intended to cast, and he moved like a sloth. “Wow prince…” he began as Damian took his time pinning Jon to the ground and immobilizing him with a spell. The first spell wore off quicker than expected. “...Damian you're so fast! Oh, it's already over!” Jon giggled. “You did even better this time! I suppose it's to be expected since it wasn't an ambush. You're really impressive…” Jon sighed dreamily, looking up into Damian’s eyes with a lovestruck gaze.

Damian coughed and looked away. “...You wanted me to beat you. Did you go easy on me?”

“I can honestly say that didn't even occur to me. I don't know why I would do that. Would it have made you happy?”

“Hell no. It would have made me angry.”

Jon smiled. “I'd like to see you angry. Maybe I will next time. Though I don't know if you'd even notice, considering how well you beat me this time.”

Damian looked confused. “Why would you want me to be angry?”

Jon raised a brow. “‘Cause I wanna see how you look when you're angry. I've never seen it before. I wonder if it would make me angry, too. I never get angry anymore.”

“You're… impossible.”

Jon grinned toothily. “Is that a good thing?”

“... I haven't decided.” Damian got off of Jon, much to the younger teen’s disappointment, and did a nullification spell on Jon before helping him up. Jon smirked and flipped Damian over his shoulder as he stood, but Damian landed on his feet and cast a sleeping spell on Jon. He woke him up with a water spell, sitting on his chest.

“You got me again! I love you.”

“You're weird.”

“Is that bad?”

“I haven't decided.”

Jon smiled, crinkling his eyes. “Wanna go again?”

Damian laughed. “Sure. I've not even worked up a sweat yet.”

The next time he came to Nanda Parbat he threw down a corpse in front of Damian, face still splattered in blood.

Damian sighed. “Most guys bring flowers.”

“I'm not ‘most guys’”

“Who was he?”

“He criticized your looks so I killed him for you.”

“Jon, I don't care what anyone says about me.”

Jon's eyes flashed red. “I care that he said that. Now he can't say anything like it ever again. What do you think of my technique?”

“Messy, but efficient.”

Jon smiled “Thank you. Do you want to spar?”

“Jon it's 11:38 at night.”

“... Is that a problem?”

“I was sleeping.”

“Oh. Can I join you?”

“Tt. No. Go home.”

Jon pouted. Damian held firm.

“Okay. I'll miss you.”

“Tt. You say such embarrassing things. Goodnight.”

Jon smiled, then quickly leaned in to kiss Damian’s cheek. “Good night, my love.”

Damian slammed the door in his face.

It became somewhat of a pattern for Jon to ambush Damian when he went out on missions, and Damian learned to expect it. Jon was getting faster at killing Damian’s compliment.

“I killed them, so we can be alone!” Jon said cheerfully, gently touching Damian’s cheeks with his bloody fingers and looking at him adoringly.

“Jon. Keep your hands to yourself before I cut them off.” He said, drawing his rune-encrusted sword slightly out of the scabbard.

Jon pouted but removed his hands. “As you wish, my lord. So, what are you out here for today?”

“I was planning on retrieving a magical relic from a temple to the east of here, until you showed up. You’re like a gnat.”

“I can get it for you!”

“Tt, I’m sure you can’t, there are magical booby traps.”

Jon pouted. “I want to do this for you. Please?”

“Jon, I am certain that if you were deathly injured my mother would not permit me to put your body in the lazarus pit.”

“Not even if I died saving your life?”

“Likely not. I shouldn't even be talking to you, you are the enemy.”

Jon grinned. “I guess we both like to do whatever we want.”

“It is human nature to desire freedom.”

“Well yeah but I'm not human.”

“You are as human as you are kryptonian. I wonder, did your father have the same disregard for your mother as with the rest of humanity?”

“I dunno. I was cloned from her dead body and my dad. I never saw them interact. But I know he loved her, and I know he misses her. He's told me it's the only reason he puts up with me.”

“It does not sound like you are very close.”

“We aren't. But he's the only other kryptonian other than Kara Zor-el so y'know, he's important. Not as important as you, of course, but he was previously the most important person in my life.”

“We're here. Don't follow me.”

Jon floated after him. “But I wanna keep you safe! Let me carry you.”

“No– Jon, put me down!”

Jon grinned and flew Damian in. “What's it look like? I can look through the walls for you.”

“Unneeded, I have a map.”

Jon swiped the map from him and read it. “I have a great sense of direction, don't worry.”

“You are infuriating.”

“We cause strong emotions in each other~ how lovely. Okay, hold tight.”

Jon flew quickly down the halls, before being knocked into the wall by a magical hammer. Damian rolled off of him as Jon groaned in pain. “You idiot. Where are we?”

Jon grunted and pointed to their location on the map.

“I can’t even cast a healing spell on you as I have no idea how it will effect you.”

“Don't worry… I have super healing… so the side that hit the wall will be fine. The wall isn't magic, right?”

Damian checked. “Luckily for you, it is regular stone.”

Jon grinned. “Help me up? I wanna help you finish this.”

“It's a bad idea. We need to get you out of here.”

Jon shook his head. “I'm not going. I'll be right behind you. You can handle the magic traps, and I can fly in front of an arrow for you or something.”

“And what if it's a magical arrow?”

“I'll die for you. Did I not mention that?”

“Tt. You're dangerous to have around. But if you're not leaving…” Damian got out a rope and tied them together by their waists with a length of rope in between them. “Stick close to me.”

Jon floated to his feet. “Mkay. Let's go!”

Damian sighed and pulled along a floating Jon. He disabled the traps as they went until they reached the chamber with the artifact. Damian picked it up and the room shook with a deep voice.

“To get out of trouble, face your double. Return the staff to the rack and it will end the attack.”

Smoke billowed out of the air vents and coalesced into shadow versions of Jon and Damian. Damian sighed and took out his katana.

Jon and Damian fought back to back as their shadow versions worked independently. Damian took out his double and Jon defeated his own. The smoke dissipated and Jon cheered.

“We did it! That was awesome! They didn’t stand a chance against our teamwork! Imagine if you came in here with your whole squad! That would have been so much chaos, I really did you a favor by killing them.”

Damian growled and pressed his sword to Jon’s throat, backing him up against the wall. “No. Killing.”

“Mhn, so it's fine if you kill me but not if I kill your squad, who as we've previously established can come back to life whereas I will not?”

“I will kill you if I have to.”

“I would expect nothing less, my prince.” Jon smiled slightly. “So this is what you look like when you're angry. I love the intensity in your eyes.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Are you really trying to de-escalate the situation by flirting?”

Jon shook his head as much as he could. “Just saying what I think, my lord. And I think you look beautiful.”

Damian sighed and withdrew his blade. “You're an idiot.”

Jon smiled cheerily and let Damian drag him along by the rope still attached to his waist. Damian escorted Jon back to the entrance of the temple and cut the rope. “You need to stop killing my team every time I leave the palace. It makes me look incompetent.”

“Do you get in trouble?”

“Not exactly, no–”

“Then it's fine!”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Listen to me carefully. I am telling you that I want you to stop killing my team. Did you not say that I deserve to get what I want?”

“You're turning my words against me! I just want to be with you. Your assassins would never allow it. If I don't defeat them, I'll die.” Jon whined.

“Then learn non-lethal techniques of taking people down. Practice on those criminals or whatever.”

“You want me to… not kill a criminal?”

“Yes.”

“I can try… can I still be violent?”

“I would appreciate it if you did not scar my team too badly. But outside of that, you can be as brutal as you like as long as they do not die.”

“Okay. I will practice not killing and come back to you. Farewell, my prince.”

“Farewell, lord Jonathan.” Damian said as Jon lifted off into the sky, the cut rope rippling in the wind with his cape.

Jon stormed through the palace towards Damian, knocking people out of the way like flies. “Prince Damian! I came back, as I said I would.”

“Yes, I can see that. Are you here to kill more of my people? You know I cannot allow that, Lord Jonathan.”

Jon cocked his head. “Why would I do that? I don’t care about humans.”

Damian quirked a brow. “I am human.”

“You’re better than everyone else, though.”

“Is that so?”

Jon giggled. “Yeah, I think you could even kill me if you tried. That’s so hot. Look at you, not attacking me right now… so romantic...” Jon sighed.

Damian tutted. “I’m beginning to regret that.”

Jon giggled. “Some days I think I love you so much I'd just let you. Would you like me to do that? Or would you want a fight?” He came closer.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A genuine one. Oh… If I tried to kill you, I hope you’d try to kill me too… maybe we could die at the same time. If I am going to die, I want it to be by your hand. And no one else deserves to take your life away but me, and only if you asked me to.” He giggled, twirling his hair. “I really like having you around, so you would have to convince me first, or else I wouldn’t even let you kill yourself.” Jon hummed. “But I don’t see you convincing me that this world is so terrible as to deserve to be ridden of such beauty.” He stroked Damian’s cheek with a gloved hand, and Damian smacked it away. Jon sighed. “I love you.”

“You don’t know what love means. Your father never showed you.”

“I don’t? Well then, you’ll have to teach me. No one else will do.”

Damian tutted, before sighing as if greatly put upon and offering his ring for Jon to kiss. He did so gladly, kneeling at his feet.

“My prince.” Jon held Damian’s hand by the wrist and turned it over so he could nuzzle into his palm. Damian allowed it. Jon locked his violet eyes on Damian’s emerald ones. He kissed his fingertips one by one.

“You are so devoted to me. It’s perplexing.”

Jon kissed his wrist. “It’s simple; the whole earth should bow to you. You are perfection. Every moment you spend with me is pure gold; my greatest treasures.Or maybe it is that I can take anything in the world that I want, except for you. You are the only thing I could ever rightfully earn. The only goal worth pursuing. Everything was meaningless and dull until I met you, my Prince.”

Damian cupped his cheek. “And what if you got me? What then? Do you truly believe that to be love?”

“I would work to keep you and to serve you, to make you happy.” He smiled. “To annoy you, to pester you, to laugh with you, to see you cry. To hold you. To learn everything there is to know about you until you’ve changed so much that I have to learn you all over again.” He sniffed Damian’s wrist, at the cologne there, and deeper at all the smells that made up Damian. “Intoxicating.” Jon puffed out a laugh. “I don’t know what love is supposed to be like. Have I got it wrong? Do you think it matters? I ask out of curiosity, ‘cause even if it were really something completely morally unacceptable to you, I wouldn't care. It feels better than anything ever has. It’s what I live for.”

Damian’s lips parted in surprise. He schooled his features to ask his next question. “How many people have you killed since I last saw you?”

“None.” Jon smiled. “I’m learning, see? I can do better. I must be of some use to you, haven’t I?”

Damian got a strange look in his eye just then, and Jon became excited at the prospect of learning that expression. “Get up.”

Jon wilted. “Have I offended you, my Prince?”

Damian shook his head. “Stand up. Don’t. Float.”

Jon bowed his head obediently and stood up. Damian stepped close and put his hand on Jon’s shoulder, pulling him down into a slow and gentle kiss. Jon did not know his heart could race so fast. Damian pulled away with an unreadable look in his eye. “Alright, Jon. I accept. I will teach you how to love.”

Jon beamed. “Oh, this is so much better than murder.” He whispered.

Damian smirked. “It is, isn’t it? A lot of things are.” Damian took his hand off of Jon’s shoulder and put both behind his own back.

“Could you excuse me for just one moment? I feel the urge to go fly.”

Damian nodded, and Jon flew off, laughing brightly like a child.

Jon returned a moment later. “I love you! It feels so triumphant!” Jon gasped. “Does this mean we are dating? Boyfriends?!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes. My mother will not be pleased.”

“I can kill her for you, if you wan’t.”

Damian glared at him. “No. No Killing.”

Jon looked at him for a long time. “Okay… Okay. But if someone tries to kill you, I won’t spare them. Even if you get mad at me. Even if you don’t believe my explanation. Even if you can take care of yourself. I promise, I won’t let you die.”

Damian scowled. “Just…kiss me, you idiot.”

Jon flew to his side in an instant, but was much more apprehensive about actually kissing him, so Damian grabbed his head and dragged their mouths together. Jon purred and pulled him closer. Damian nibbled on Jon’s bottom lip and he gasped. “Damian!”

“Yes?”

“You’ve done this before! And I can’t kill whoever you did it with!”

“You don’t have worry, they are already dead.”

“Woah, do you kill people instead of breaking up with them?”

“Tt, no. They betrayed me. I made an example of them.”

“Wow, I can’t imagine killing you if you betrayed me.”

“Hm. I can’t say it was pleasant, but— we are supposed to be kissing right now, Jonathan.” He pulled him in for a few more smooches.

“Is this part of learning how to love?” Jon asked dazedly.

“No, this is for me. I’m just glad I found a way to shut you up.”

“Dami! That’s–” More kissing. “That’s mean. I love it when you’re mean to me.”

They had their arms wrapped around each other by now. Damian rubbed between Jon’s shoulder blades. “You really shouldn’t.”

“Nobody is ever mean to me but you! How could I not like it? I love when you give me attention.”

“To have everyone afraid of you, your whole life… Let’s change that, hm? You are terrifying in the way that you move, talk, smile, laugh, and behave… But we should be able to change at least two of those.”

“Am I so scary, even to you?”

“No, not to me. You’re even… cute.”

“Isn’t that a bad thing?”

Damian furrowed his brow. “No, why would it be?”

“My father always told me to stop acting so cute, that it was distracting.”

“Everything about you is distracting. You’re currently distracting me from my work. I didn’t think you cared.”

Jon smiled. “You’re right, I don’t. And like I said, you can be mean to me, as long as you don’t ignore me. Well, even if you tried to ignore me, I’d cover your eyes until you had to acknowledge me. Or… maybe I could bite you, like Krypto used to do when I was little and I’d ignore him. Hm… come to think of it, you did just say I was distracting, I’m sure there are lots of ways I could get your attention. I like being distracting.”

Damian arched a brow. “Surely you’ll allow me to get my work done.”

“Well, that’s not ignoring me ‘cause you’re mad! So it’s fine. I can just watch you.”

“Do you watch me when you leave?”

Jon nodded. “And I strain my ears to listen. I love the sound of your voice, my prince.”

“Oh Jonathan, your life cannot only be me. I want you to stay in the palace so I can show you other things you might find meaningful.”

“Like what?”

“Friendship, learning to cook, making art. Things that are worthwhile because of the struggle. I think you will enjoy pottery.”

“What's so interesting about making pots? Plenty of people can do that.”

“They can do it because they put in the work, and they are better than you at it. Don't you want to impress me with an excellent piece of pottery?”

“You would like it if I gave you something I made?”

“Jon, the only person who can make the art that you would make is you. If you do not make it, it will never be known. You can give me something no one else can.”

“Who cares? Everyone will say they love it so I don't singe their eyebrows off…”

Damian arched a brow. “I won't.”

Jon blushed and smiled at Damian. “That's right, you're not afraid to tell me what you think. You're my equal.”

“I may even decide to encourage you with kisses.”

Jon rumbled a purr. “I love you. I'm going to make you the best pot ever.”

Damian kissed him again. “Good. I eagerly await it.”

[pocket-watcher]

So I (female) suck at holding eye contact in informal/social situations but can maintain a hard stare in professional/serious ones, even if I'm not fully paying attention. Could I have a hypno-fic about someone taking advantage of that?

Hi lil Watchling! No problem, I’m sure I can whip something up for you…

We first met at a bar.

They were wonderful, really. Very interesting to talk to. Engaged in what I had to say. They asked me about my interests, where I worked, what I did for pleasure.

Such a charming person.

And attractive too, not that you could tell I thought that from the intense gaze I had on my half-empty glass.

The night had continued and they began to trail off… most people didn’t last this long. Only friends who knew how hard it was for me to keep eye contact. I was so interested, though. I just couldn’t fully express it in a way they’d understand.

The second time I met them was at this little after-work thing.

I hated not leaving as soon as the clock hit 5, but it was important to build good relationships with coworkers or something like that. My manager had suggested it.

In fact, she stood about ten feet away schmoozing with the CEO’s son.

Wonderful,

That was when I bumped into them again, and learnt their name was Kai.

Again, they really helped guide the conversation to myself as well as their own input, which I greatly appreciated.

And once again I could feel them pulling away slightly the more I stared at my nails instead of at them.

We were sitting in a small booth when my manager approached.

“Hey Riley, can I run over some proposal stuff for tomorrow? There’s been a few tweaks and I don’t want you to be caught unaware tomorrow.”

My eyes locked onto hers as she slid into the booth.

That was when I heard Kai make a sort of choking sound.

“Are you okay?” I asked, watching my manager spread documents out on the table.

“Yes, fine thank you. Is it alright if I stay and listen?”

My manager looked quizzically at them.

“Not at all, are you interested in working here?” She said.

“I am, actually. I find your work miles ahead of the industry.”

Kai could charm anyone. I was sure of it, as my manager smiled at him and turned to talk me through the next day’s proposal.

I could feel Kai watching me, but I didn’t pay them too much mind. They were thinking, though. About what, I had no clue.

The next day went incredibly smoothly.

A week later my manager put me in charge of interviewing for a new role in our team. I told her I wouldn’t let her down.

The first applicant seemed nervous, and couldn’t meet my eyes. I didn’t hold that against them though. They warmed up as the interview continued and by the end I saw them as a strong contender.

The next told me to smile and that my stare was unnerving. I told him to go to another company.

The third was, surprisingly, Kai.

“I know, I probably should have warned you… I hope you can be impartial with me?” They smiled, and for the first time I held eye contact into those deep, warm brown eyes.

It was no bother though. Of course I could remain impartial.

I rattled off questions and Kai answered them confidently.

Their eyes lit up as they talked about confidence and taking charge, making the role their own. I felt myself losing focus on the interview at hand.

Under the desk I pinched myself awake slightly, continuing, but my thoughts drifted back to their eyes.

The way they caught the fluorescent lights above. The way they seemed to almost shine. It was mesmerising.

“Um, are you okay?” They asked me, after I’d been silent a beat too long.

“Yes, fine.” I cleared my throat, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Sorry, the question was what makes you feel like you deserve this role?”

Kai fidgeted for a moment, not once breaking eye contact with me.

“I think because I’m trustworthy. I’m someone who’s reliable and you could trust to take care of any problem, big or small. I’m strong in the face of resistance, and I’m good at leading others. I’m also a great people person,” they laughed, “I don’t know why but it seems that most people tend to like me.”

My pen dropped to the floor, my hand now entirely limp.

Something about it all had just captured me so thoroughly,

Kai stood and leant over the desk.

“Finally, that was more of a chase than I expected, but I got you in the end, didn’t I?” They tucked my hair behind my ear.

My mouth hung open, and my mind was empty.

“Now, how about you give me that job and I can make you feel this nice and relaxed and fuzzy every day?”

[rubykgrant]

At last, finished up the re-draw! Here is the line-art, flat colors, solid shading, the original, and two versions of the final with more shading/details (one version is mostly the "regular" tones for their colors with a little bit of a cool tint in the shading, and the second version is a little more ambient, with the implication of softer light in the dark). All done in MS Paint with a mouse, but with practice, I got better with making the shapes look nice and solid

(also, here is a slightly re-written/adjusted fic that goes with it. Enjoy~)

4 holiday parties in one week was entirely too many. Next year, they would have to plan this out better, space it out.

It didn’t help that Kai always wanted to throw a rager, regardless of the occasion, so her parties felt like 3 combined together. Donut also liked to go all-out, but thankfully his parties were a little more coherent (usually because somebody like Wash or Doc reigned him in). The problem with a Sarge party was his obsession with making it “old fashioned”, which evidently meant forcing everybody out on a hike in the woods to find a tree (not once but TWICE they had seen bears… no thanks). Their other friends were a little bit more chill with the get-togethers, but it was still just one thing after another.

Grif and Simmons stumbled into their apartment, after a Tucker-hosted party (which was wonderfully calm since Junior was there). With lots of groaning and grumbling mixed in, they went through the motions of taking off their jackets and shoes, changing into comfortable clothes, brushing their teeth, and AT LAST flopping down into bed.

“It is too GODDAM FRIGGIN’ COLD,” Grif proclaimed, making a big show of shivering next to Simmons. “I don’t care what you say, we need to leave the heat on when we go out-”

“NO, Grif. Heating the house while nobody’s home wastes energy,” Simmons argued back, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“That’s BS. Invent us some kinda perpetual energy device, so we’ll have unlimited power, and then I can come home to a nice and toasty bed!”

“I’ll get riiiiiiight on that…” Simmons rolled over, snuggling up against Grif, eyes still shut. At first, Grif was annoyed; because he hadn’t been able to pull the covers up yet (cold though they may be), and NOW he had a lanky nerd draped over him.

Then Simmons started kissing him.

“… no fair,” Grif mumbled, because what was he supposed to do, NOT kiss Simmons back? NOT wrap his arms around Simmons? NOT enjoy the way it felt, when Simmons pressed his body close, hooked his lower legs with Grif’s, and ran his finger across Grif’s scalp?

After a long day- heck a long week in the middle of a long MONTH, they were both tired, and perfectly satisfied for this to be what it was, and not turn into more (that would require several extra steps, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t been enjoying themselves in that regard fairly often. This, kissing and embracing, was perfect… and exactly what they needed right now).

This was their first year living together, just them. They had shared the larger apartment place with everybody else for a couple of years, but when it seemed that their lives really were going to stop being so STUPIDLY DANGEROUS, it felt like they might be ready to have a place of their own. Be big boys, and all that. It was a lot different than every other time in Grif's life when he made a really big change. The fact that he wasn't trying to escape from a bad situation was definitely a switch... and it was nice. It was just nice, knowing he wasn't "leaving everything behind" even if he was moving forward, he wasn't going to lose his friends or his sister even if he didn't see them every single day. It was nice knowing he was where he wanted to be, and was WITH somebody he wanted, who wanted HIM.

Simmons could feel the heat from Grif's body seep into his own, and this just increases the warmth between them. One of the many benefits of sharing a bed together. As they move around, getting comfortable, Simmons’ shirt rides up, exposing his tummy to the still chilly apartment air… and it takes an incredible amount of self-control on Grif’s part not to tickle Simmons mercilessly (in the back of his mind, Grif is very proud over how mature he is).

Instead, he uses his feet to kick the covers up, closer and closer, inch by inch, until he finally can grab them. It wraps both men in a momentarily FREEZING cocoon, but then the beautiful heat between them spreads through the rest of the bed. Soon, the heating will kick-in, and air will be warm as well.

“I hate when you do that,” Grif said with a sigh.

“Silly me, I thought you LOVED when I did that…” Simmons nuzzled against Grif’s cheek.

“I hate that you can just end an argument by kissing me,” the smile Grif had on his face told an entirely different story. "I used to just flip you off and pull a Bugs Bunny mind-trip to mess you up, and I'd win... but now? You have a kissy-kissy cheat code,"

Simmons snorted at that.

“Oh shut up, you do the EXACT same thing to me. You know how to push all my buttons and pull my strings… and there’s nothing I can do about it,” Simmons told him.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Grif asked.

“Because I’m totally, utterly, helplessly, hopelessly in love with you…” Simmons said in a ho-hum, no big deal tone of voice. Like he was stating a fact. Water was wet. 2 plus 2 equals 4.

“GOD, you jerk, I love you too~” Grif said, his voice now shaking with uncontrollable giggles. This wasn’t fair either, the way Simmons made him feel like a little middle-shooler who was twitterpated, making his insides go all squirmy and fluttery… he still remembers, a few years back, when he had been trying to convince himself that a romantic relationship with Simmons was never gonna happen, and even if it did, Simmons probably wouldn’t be worth it; he was too awkward, they were BOTH too selfish and mean, it just wouldn’t work (this was a weak lie he told himself, in hopes of of snapping himself out of all the YEARNING).

Now they were together… and Simmons was affectionate, doting, and just amazingly intuitive. He loved knowing that he made Grif happy, loved being the one who gave Grif everything he needed. Grif discovered he could share his sweet side, and loving Simmons brought out the best in him. They still had their friendship, they teased and joked with each other… but now there was more. So much MORE, and it was so GOOD.

After they both laughed and finally settled down, Grif kissed Simmons again, this time on the forehead.

“Hey, remember that thing we planned to do, back when we were kinda being subtle about it? The thing if nobody figured out we were together after a year?” Grif asked.

“Mmm, I think they all figured it out by now... but, I remember we had a couple ideas. Which one were you thinking of? Put a picture of us kissing up on a billboard, or do song dedications to each other over the radio, or-” when they initially started dating, they wanted to keep it a secret for bit… and then it became a game, waiting to see when the others would notice.

“The New Year Kiss thing,” Grif provided the answer to his own question. The idea for that was, if nobody realized they were dating until the end of that year, Grif and Simmons would kiss on New Year’s Eve, in front of everybody, and then inform the group that they were several months into the relationship, just for the shock. However, they had finally decided to just share the news with everybody, starting with Tucker.

“Oh, yeah… haha, what about it?”

“When all the Christmas crap is done, WE should throw our own party. A Happy New Year party. We’re a real couple now, so we can do all that fun host stuff, right?” Grif turned on his side, so they fit together more closely.

“Sure, we can do that… you can finally gather all your favorite party snacks together,” Simmons said encouragingly.

“Hell yeah…”

“And I can show them how to have fun without going bonkers…” Simmons yawned, and Grif let out one short chuckle (he knew “having fun” for Simmons was creating an itinerary and making a detailed list of party games).

After a while, they shared more I-love-you's and a good-night... ironically, Grif doesn't drift off right away. He keeps thinking about how nice this has been, and how it has given him hope for more; the idea of "settling down" with somebody had never been too appealing when he was younger. His own insecurities and bat habits, plus having rotten taste in "romantic partners", did not equal an interest in long-term committed relationships. Now, Grif is pretty confident that he wants to be with Simmons for the rest of his life, and doesn't even question that Simmons feels the same.

Their apartment is nice, but maybe... maybe they could find an actual HOME together. Or build one. Could they build one? Or like- design it, then hire people to build it? Yeah, that would probably work better (if they tried to do it themselves, Sarge would "help", and then they'd wind up living in a replica of Red Base in some neighborhood somewhere). A home that was theirs, in a place they could pick, where their friends and family could visit... the word "family" echoes in Grif's head, and he's almost surprised by how NOT scary it is. He and Simmons- they could do that, together.

Well, not right NOW. Not tomorrow, or next week, or next month... but someday. Maybe next year.

[deviousdevilx]

Another fic because, why not?

@rosie-tyler thanks for the idea

"We need to get Terry Silver to believe he's won, well more so than he already has," Daniel tells Chozen in the backyard.

They are sitting by the pool having a drink.

"How do we do that Daniel-san?"

Daniel hates what he is about to say. The idea makes him squeamish, but it just might work. It might throw Terry off his game.

"I'm going to offer myself as a sensei for Cobra Kai."

Chozen looks surprised, "He won't believe you would he?"

Daniel had a sinking feeling it wouldn't matter. Not when it came to him.

Nobody knew it, well he told Chozen enough, and there was no way he was going to tell Amanda, but Terry had been secretly communicating with him. Attempting too at least, at first.

Daniel ignored the texts, the apologies, the gifts. Didn't dissuade the man though. The more Daniel pulled away, the harder Terry tried. Frankly it was all very juvenile, if it weren't for the fact Daniel knew Terry was more dangerous, especially if he felt he wasn't getting what he wanted.

He would do anything to protect his family, even sacrificing himself in order to do so. It sounded so overly dramatic, but this was his life. A full on soap opera.

"With Terry it's anyone's guess. I know he will be suspicious of course, of my motives. But I believe that he genuinely wants me to join him. He basically told me as much."

"I do not like this plan at all Daniel-san, it's dangerous, for you."

"I know Chozen, I know. Which is why we need to work fast. Once I find something to use against him, something that will bring it all down, I'm out. And you, you just protect my family okay?"

"Of course, I will protect your family with my life."

Daniel needs another drink.

He arrives when the Cobra Kai dojo first opens. Daniel drove by several times, working up the courage to go inside. He knows Terry Silver is there already. His car sits at the front. A Rolls Royce Black Badge. A car worth more than Daniel's entire yearly income plus half of Amanda's.

Terry was a level of wealthy that was dizzying.

Collecting his thoughts, focusing his mind, controlling his breathing, Daniel pulls up, and steps out of the car.

He can do this.

Fists clenched at this side, Daniel enters the dogo.

He almost laughs seeing Terry fucking Silver's face plastered everywhere. The decor is all sleek black, red, greys. Clean, flashy, but not gaudy. Except for Terry's face on some of the walls. It was a handsome face there was no denying that. A face Daniel had fantasies about when he was 18. Young and so naive.

He wasn't so naive anymore.

There isn't anyone around which makes this a bit more nerve-wracking. Having others around when dealing with Silver helped a lot with his anxiety. Being alone with Terry brought back a lot of unwelcomed feelings, and memories.

"Daniel?"

He was so caught up with checking the place out entering the main dojo training room, it gave time for Terry to walk up behind him.

Shit.

Well here it goes.

"Can we talk?"

Terry looks thrilled. Of course he would.

"Yes, of course, come let's talk in my office."

Black, crystal, glass, silver, the office is well designed. Terry gestures for Daniel to take a seat in the leather chair across from his glass desk.

"Well what do I owe the honor of your visit today Mr. LaRusso."

Oh we're being formal now? Daniel's eyebrow raises slightly hearing Terry call him Mr. LaRusso.

"I've shut down Miyagi-Do as agreed upon."

Terry has the audacity to give Daniel a pitying look.

"This must be hard for you."

Daniel scoffs, "Yeah well...look I'm really here because I want to continue teaching karate. Since...I can't back at my dojo, I thought why not here?"

He feels a tad smug seeing the look of absolute shock on Terry's face. The man was flabbergasted.

"Are you serious?" Terry asks, collecting himself.

Make him believe it.

"You told me you changed, you said Kreese was the problem with Cobra Kai, he's gone. You're in charge now. I want to see if what you said is true. I won't know unless I see it myself, that you've changed. That you won't lead the kids of the Valley astray."

Terry is smiling, before throwing up in hands, still in disbelief, "Well I...well this is quite the surprise for me. I never imagined you would ever set foot in another Cobra Kai dojo much less offer to teach here."

Just as quickly as a smile had appeared on Terry's face it was gone, replaced with a hard scrutinizing stare that made Daniel a little nervous. Well more nervous than before.

"How do I know you haven't come here to mess with me? You must have an ulterior motive."

"Mess with you? Hey that's your department remember? Not mine. If you're going to teach karate in my backyard, I need to see for myself it's not going to bring harm to these kids. That's it. No ulterior motives."

"And what if my teachings aren't up to your standards?" Terry pushes more.

"I...well we could work on that together."

Terry chuckles, still not quite believing what he was hearing.

"How about a trial run. You come, teach the students you wanna learn your Miyagi-Do style, sit in on some of my lessons. No major commitments, just to test the waters. How about we start with that?"

Daniel bits his lower lip, then answers, "Yeah I can agree to that,"

Terry leans forward, and extends his hand, "Welcome to Cobra Kai Daniel LaRusso."

Daniel forces a smile, and takes Terry's hand. Terry grips it so hard it causes Daniel to wince.

"I look forward to us working together Danny boy."

Oh there it is.

Daniel stares Terry down, but only for a second because well fuck, Terry is staring at him like he's a prime piece of meat. Looking downward, Daniel feels his cheeks begin to burn.

"You always did blush so prettily," Terry comments.

It was less than ten minutes and Terry began with the ~compliments~.

He pulls back his hand. Terry lets go, grinning, fully aware of how his comment has unbalanced Daniel. His cheeks are now very red, both with embarrassment and anger.

"If this is going to work we need some boundaries first," Daniel states trying to keep the waver out of his voice.

"What did you have in mind."

"First none of this Danny boy, second no weird...compliments, and thirdly you keep your hands to yourself."

Terry feigns offense, "Is that all Mr. LaRusso?"

Uhh, shit.

Daniel merely nods, meeting Terry's gaze once more. Don't be a coward, he tells himself.

"And here are some of mine, not boundaries, but requirements when you come into my dojo Mr. LaRusso. First you will wear a Cobra Kai gi, secondly you will not mention your family while you are here, and thirdly, if I suspect you are up to something, there will be consequences. Understood?"

How quickly this did not turn in Daniel's favor.

Steady, calm yourself, breathe, Daniel shuts his eyes briefly. Don't lash out. Don't do it.

"Agreed."

Terry is smiling again.

"Good, now let me walk you out, unless I can convince you to work out with me? For old time's sake."

He notices the way Daniel gets very rigid after he says that. Oh he knows what buttons to press. What did Daniel expect?

Oh Terry was delighted that Daniel came to him but he was no fool. Daniel was up to something. In the meantime, before he figured it out, he was going to have some fun with his Danny boy.

Terry Silver was going to make Daniel his one way or another.

[starrihan]

Pepero Day (Huening Kai Fic)

-> Pairing: Heuning Kai x afab! Reader

-> Plot: Your outgoing boyfriend loves doing big gestures to show his affection for you, and Pepero Day is no exception

-> Genre: pure fluff, shy! reader x outgoing! Kai, lots of blushing, very cute, Kai is so squishy, cute nicknames (my sweet, my love), some kissing

-> Warnings: none

-> Word Count: 1,881

-> Notes: The idea of a pepero day fic was mine but i have to thank @ddongtsan for helping me choose who to write this fic for and for giving me the basis of the fic 🫶🏽also the '->' in the fic is meant to indicate the start and end of the "flashback"

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

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Pepero Day was arguably your favorite traditional holiday. The simple act of giving the sweet, chocolatey snack to someone as a means of showing your love and affection, a completely cutesy act and one that was way up your alley. It was also certainly your boyfriend’s favorite tradition as well. You hadn’t been together long. A little over 2 months had passed since he confessed to you and you could not be happier. 

->

You had met when you started working at the local flower shop. There was an open position and you were in need of a job. You didn’t know when you started working there that you would be replacing him. You took the job as a florist, but also worked the front register as well. He introduced himself to you when you walked in. 

“Hello, my name is Huening Kai. Were you here to pick up an order?”

His youthful and charming looks had you swooning, blushing at his beaming smile and soft voice. 

“Hi. Umm… no? I’m here for training. I was just hired here…”

You were always very timid, even having trouble telling him why you were there.

“Oh! You must be Y/N! I’m sorry, we haven’t met yet. I’ll be training you today to make bouquets and teach you the system. It’s nice to meet you!”

That day, he had taught you everything you needed to know. It didn’t help that you spent half the time staring at him instead of paying attention, but he was very sweet and very patient. He even made you a bouquet to keep at the end of your training as a little congratulations. 

You hadn’t seen him much after that, but he would come in every so often, being as friendly as he was the day you guys had met. Your crush on him grew deeper with his every visit and soon, you’d find yourself blushing the moment he’d walk through the door. He had caught onto it, finding your shy demeanor and timid habits really cute. 

He walked in one day, an order form in his hand. You were tending to the flowers, since it was still early in the day. 

“Good morning Y/N~ could you help me with something?”

You turn around from the flowers, the scissors in your hands that you were using to cut the withering petals facing straight up at Kai. 

“Woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wanted to hurt me so badly!”

He jokes, throwing his hands in the air and feigning a scared expression.

“Oh, no I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“Kidding!”

You blush as you push the scissors closed, resting them on the counter.

“What can I help you with, Kai?”

“I need an arrangement for this weekend! Could you help me make it?” 

“Oh, yes of course! What flowers would you like?” 

“White peonies, blue hydrangeas and lavender!”

You look at him in awe at the beautiful combination. 

“That would look so beautiful! I would love to help you with that! Unfortunately the peonies don’t come in until—“

“—Saturday, I know. I need these for Sunday so the fact that they come in later isn’t a problem.”

“Alright, then I can definitely help you make it!” 

You were excited to be working with him on the arrangement, even though he no longer worked there. But you couldn’t help but feel a twinge upset at the idea of him buying such a beautiful arrangement. You assumed it was for a girl that he liked or was dating. 

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Once the arrangement was done, you had called him to come pick it up. You were able to get it done by Saturday afternoon, and he walked in with the biggest grin on his face, like usual. When you showed him the bouquet, his smile grew even wider. 

“This is so beautiful, Y/N! Thank you so much! Also, are you free tomorrow after your shift? I want to take you out for coffee or something as a thank you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, excitement overtaking you at the idea of going on a date with Kai, even though he never said it was. You blushed and looked away, giving him a nod and shy,

 “Yes, I would love that.”

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When you got off your shift the next day, it was 2 pm. You texted Kai asking him where he would like for you to meet up and headed over to the cafe. It was one that was by the flower shop, so you opted to walk instead of driving. Once you arrived, you spotted Kai sitting at one of the booths and sat across from him, palms sweating due to nerves. 

“Y/N! You look very pretty today. Thank you for meeting me here!”

His excitement does little to stop the deep red blush from appearing on your cheeks at the compliment he had given you. 

“T-Thank you…”

You stuttered out.  

You continue the conversation during your little ‘date,’ getting to know small things about him. His infectious smile would never fail to make you smile as well, finding your face hurting at the end of the day because you smiled so much. As you both finished your little coffee and snack, you headed out together, saying you goodbyes.

“Thank you Y/N, for coming out with me after your shift, I know you must be tired.”

“No, thank you. I appreciate the gesture. It was really sweet of you.”

You let your words trail off, voice small and shy upon realizing how close you two were standing and how tall he really was. 

“Could you wait here for a moment? I have something for you…”

He walks off before you can answer, anxiety filling your veins at what he could possibly be giving to you. When he returns, he has both hands behind his back as he walks up to you.

“Y/N, I know we don’t know each other that well and we only just met a couple months ago, but I think you are really beautiful and charming. You always look so cute when I see you at the flower shop and I couldn’t help but start liking you. I’m not that good with my words but, I was wondering if you would like to be my girlfriend?”

He pulls out the bouquet of flowers you had made for him from behind his back, a box of your favorite sweet in his other hand. Signature blush spreading across your face,  stunned could not begin to describe your expression, tears welling in your eyes, threatening to spill out at the sweet yet romantic gesture. 

“Oh Kai, yes! I would love to be your girlfriend”

He smiles as he hands you the gifts, pulling you in for a hug and kissing the top of your head. Normally, the idea of a big gesture in a public setting mortifies you. You hate being the center of attention and often avoid situations that could involve anything of the sort, but you didn’t mind when it was Kai who was giving you all the attention. And he would make sure to let you know how much he cared for you.

->

Ever since then, Kai would come into the shop every now and again, always harboring a gift in his hand. He never failed to let anyone in the shop know that you were his girlfriend. He was big on gestures and showing his love for you publicly, it was his love language. 

You had to grow used to the sweet stares you’d get from the unsuspecting customers in the shop that would say a little ‘awe,’ at Kai’s actions. But they never failed to make your face heat up, always blushing at his actions, no matter how many times he’d nearly shout “Hello, my beautiful girlfriend,” for everyone to hear. He would never tell you before he was coming to visit you, always keeping you on your toes, and pepero day was no exception.

You weren’t really a sweets person, but pepero was different. The small and thin sticks were enough that you wouldn't get too much sugar and you loved giving and receiving them on Pepero Day. Usually, you’d spend this day with your friends, all buying a bunch of different flavors and trying them out, as new ones seem to crop up every year. But this year, you were working. Your friends had come to visit you at work instead, continuing your tradition amongst the flowers. 

You were all standing by the counter when you heard the bell to the door chime, indicating that someone had walked in. You recognized the brown tuft of hair immediately, your smile growing bigger. You were waiting for him to exclaim his usual hello and compliment towards you, but were left confused when he didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked up behind the counter, pepero stick in his mouth. Moving it to one side to hold it in place, he starts,

“Happy Pepero Day my sweet, care to share one with me?”

His teasing look does nothing to help the situation, you friends all shocked and in awe at his actions. You look back at them, red in the face as you didn’t expect an audience to witness this moment between you two. 

“Do it!!”

One of your friends yells, causing you all to laugh. 

You let out a nervous laugh, having Kai’s back face them so they don’t see you kiss your boyfriend. You look up into his eyes, tippy-toeing up to reach the pepero stick hanging from his mouth. He leans down to help you, biting away the stick before letting his lips meet yours ever so gently. You had kissed before, but it was always small pecks and rarely did it last longer than 5 seconds. You were still very new to relationships and so was he, not wanting to rush anything between the two of you. 

You can hear your friends cheering in the background to which you keep a mental note to yell at them for later. But as he pulls away from the kiss, you’re left dazed, a big yet timid smile finding its way onto your features as you bury your head into his chest for a hug. 

“Happy Pepero Day my love. I know how much you love this tradition.”

“Happy Pepero Day Kai. That was very sweet of you,”

You say into his chest, pulling back to see your friends staring at you like a spectacle. 

“Alright, the moment’s over, you can stop looking at us now you weirdos!” 

They all laugh, you and Kai joining them in pepero taste testing. Kai would be staring at you the whole time, watching you be comfortable and relaxed near your friends, something that he has barely seen up until this point due to how shy you were when you two were alone. He watched you with sincerity, in awe at the way you leaned up against him and would always give the other half of your stick to him so he could try it as well. 

The only way he could describe this feeling he was having towards you, was love. 

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A Step Ahead

slytherin!jaemin x fem!hufflepuff!reader x gryffindor!beomgyu | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (2/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, tension, love triangle, hurt-comfort, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 3.7k

part 1 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

Yumi hates to admit it, but Beomgyu was right all along. And... It's on her end that she made some extra effort to do her own "homework" to get to know Na Jaemin more. She's intrigued, given his pleasant personality and a much different treatment from the boys she's used to? Who wouldn't like this type of princess treatment?

To be fair, this isn't out of the ordinary as this still sticks to their usual hangouts. And that isn't shameful of an excuse, right?

Hitting two stones with one bird... wait, eh?... what? Her head is spinning. Maybe with information overload.

It’s just so hard to focus on being in an abandoned classroom, alone with a cute guy with such a cute smile, so darn cute— and did she already say that he’s cute?

And to be alone in a room with just the two of you…

Damn, his lips… it’s so darn distracting, how does it taste?

Jaemin might be speaking in spiels of knowledge, finalizing their agendas, but for once Yumi wants to hear him ‘shut up’, how about I do something about it?

‘Distracted’ is painted all over her eyes that Yumi’s mind wandered elsewhere.

Time to test a hypothesis—

Before Yumi knows it, soft lips are plunged against hers, and she, therefore, concludes his lips are soft as pillows as expected.

The small breath hitch from Jaemin’s breath smelled hints of cinnamon, a kick of spice just enough for her…

She had to abort the experiment too soon, as she might’ve, for the lack of a better word, fucked up—

Both of them stared at each other in shock.

“Sorry, it's… uhm…” Yumi had caught herself red-handed, staring at Jaemin. Their hands are on anything but their supposed homework. At least it’s done though… but now, they have another… peculiar situation at hand.

Jaemin just softly laughs, looking at her endearingly.

“Potions really is that stressful for you, huh?” his husky voice swept her awake. He places a quick peck on her lips again with the same smile on his face. “Does this help you though? I have no problems if it does ease you though.”

She looks at him, eyes wide.

Jaemin grins at her cute reaction, how is it that Yumi is the one shocked after her ‘attempt’?

This made her flush red. It is not just their Potions book that is inked crimson.

Her flurry of words flew out of her lips as she began to feel agitated. “I was just distracted but yeah… I can't quite put it into words, b-but don't get me wrong, I wanted to get close to you as you're great as a friend… but I also find you cute.”

“Cute? Me?” Jaemin beams and puts his hands on his cheeks. “Well, if that's how it is, that's easy enough for me.”

Yumi chuckles at this, it’s so easy for Jaemin to make her feel comfortable. He's so playful… She cups both his cheeks and squeezes them.

He had been holding back to shut her up with a kiss. Yumi, on the other hand, let herself get ahead with her cute aggression.

The difference between his cuteness and sexiness. She’s living for it.

She gulped just how gorgeous he looks. Has she always seen him this way? Or is she caught by the way his lips taste?

What exactly happened?

She doesn’t know exactly how it went up to this, she knows the steps of making the Draught of the Living Death better as she went on, somersaulted and stumbled to kiss him.

She blames the hormones, but… he’s so irresistible.

Maybe, is it because she got a glimpse of a new face? Well, she isn’t blind, of course, she can tell that her friends are attractive. Taehyun being one of their heartthrob— but that’s beside the point. Yumi just got so used to Kai and the gang so much that she didn’t know that there were attraction and feelings possible beyond being with the boys.

And Jaemin made his way to present himself as a ball of sunshine and such a sweet eye candy.

At most Jaemin just makes her laugh, and how he blabbers so much with his books… nothing sweeps her off her feet than a brainiac. Add to his athletic side as a Quidditch player… Someone to match her wits and excel at fields she adores?

Man, she was missing out. Good thing she went out of her way to explore more. Who knew the Slytherins could have so much to offer?

But this— this is another side she's yet to unlock. She's intrigued to navigate through his pages. This is the first venture she’ll journey into intimacy and her exploration.

Curse the raging hormones.

She weakens at the sound of his voice. That low chuckle of his… damn.

Yumi didn’t notice that she had been staring at him for too long.

“The moe gap though,” she giggles. “You're such a good kisser.”

“Hmmm? Do you have any basis beforehand though?” He perks up a brow. “What makes a good kisser then, Yumi?”

Did she just say that out loud? Fuck it.

“No, it's just… I have no prior experience… but you make me feel good about myself. That's enough of a basis, right?”

“Hah… cutie, you'll have a hard time then as your standards would be high after experiencing mine.” The confidence in his voice is so endearing, sly to say it shamelessly for the pun. “Others would have a hard time competing. But… news flash though, you took away my first kiss.”

In thoughts that he seems experienced with dating, it’s not impossible that he hasn’t had a girlfriend before, right? Bloody hell?

“Sorry, oh my—"

“Haven’t you caught on that I am not accepting your apologies at all? I’m fine with it since it’s you, Yumi. I was saving my first for you… Also, I leaned in and kissed back, didn't I? So you had my consent to go do it.” He assured and the glimmer in his eyes along the tender stroking of his finger on her hand can make one melt. Especially his next words… “I liked you since that one Quidditch game. Then the heavens just sent me a blessing fulfilling my wish when joint classes happened. I like you, Lee Yumi.”

For a confession to occur just after a kiss? Just how overwhelming of a situation did you get yourself into, Yumi?

“I'm at a loss for words here… sorry.” She frowns but she looks deeply into him, like a lost puppy, she pouts. “All I know is I liked kissing you.”

“No worries, Yumi. Just let your body feel on this one, see where this goes, hmmm?”

“Well, with what you just said with that kiss…” At that response, as if a bell sparking an interest in the Slytherin, he fully focuses on her as she continues. She licks her lips, staring deeply back at him. “How about, you let me experience it more to let me get the feel of it, then we'll see? How much of a good kisser you proclaim yourself to be, Na Jaemin?”

With the widening smile of Jaemin, he’s loving how she’s putting things into play. As he lowers his head, nearer her face, the Slytherin boy can’t help but give in to her wish.

“I’m betting I’ll get E’s on this right after, baby.”

“Baby? Hmmm…” Yumi didn't have any time to think it through, receiving his kisses. One, two… she melts further into the soft lips of his, as if fighting for territory. I want to be his.

The feeling of their lips colliding can be compared to confetti exploding along with a thousand butterflies all over. It’s colorful, it’s vibrant, and the warmth it gives— No wonder people hold onto their chests when they kiss someone. And sharing it with such a handsome lad, his cunningness really lured her well. She does not regret any of this at all. Yumi wants to grab hold of his chest to tap in if he has the same pounding feeling with his.

Yumi holds onto his shoulders, a bit broader and leaner than expected under all that coat and uniform. She feels a bit of a smirk in his kisses, Jaemin grabs hold at the side of her neck, and she shudders at his touch. But she didn’t mind at all how he was enclosing the space between them further.

Jaemin licked her bottom lip which elicited a strained moan out of her lips.

Good Merlin, he did not disappoint at all.

She’s giving in further to his warmth, just letting her body flow along his, as he stated.

The more that they kiss, softer and harder all the same, moans attempt to slip out on how good his lips are moving against hers. Is it the soft lips of his adding to this factor? Jaemin tastes so sweet. It’s just like marshmallows… Damn it.

She momentarily pulls away to give herself some space to breathe. Yumi touches his lips, Squishy, poking his lips lightly.

Jaemin leans in at her finger, pursing his plump lips as if to make it “bounce” with her fingers. No matter how cute and bubbly he looks right now… Opposite are its effects on Yumi, she’s feeling hot and bothered. All the more when he pulls her arm against his, torso to torso close when he kisses her again.

Jaemin touches the side of her face, cupping it as he strokes her blazed cheeks.

He smiles, both their lips already swollen from kissing too much. The Slytherin smiled at his work, and the Hufflepuff girl couldn’t help but giggle looking back at him at how red both his ears are.

Yumi felt some tight rope around her, it wasn’t too soon when she realized it was located in between the crevices of her skirt that she was heated for any friction down there.

“Can I touch you?” Jaemin breathes out, and as if that permission came in at the right moment for Yumi.

She didn’t answer verbally, just nodding whilst getting his hand and putting it on her waist, granting some implications to go lower— or just anywhere for that matter. His touch is all that matters.

But important things first.

“Are you sure it’s safe here?” Her eyes wandered, at the windows and the doors. He follows the Hufflepuff’s line of sight. So she’s cautious of people coming in and out or might pass by?

Jaemin nods, assuring her. “This is abandoned after all,” he flicks his wand, checking his spell if it’s still activated. “And you know the spell I usually do for privacy and less distraction, right? It works for not just focusing solely on studying.”

“You got everything planned out, huh?”

He smugly nods, pocketing his wand. “Anything for focusing, and for focusing on you, Yumi.”

She felt safe at that, stepping closer to him again. His hands roamed all over, reaching for her legs. She shudders and almost weakens at how he’s caressing her leg.

Expected something else like a grab by the hips, or anything like the romance novels she slips into her luggage.

Jaemin brings more unexpected matters for her to discover.

“Ha… wha… ah…” She weakens instantly as Jaemin leans his lips on the side of her face, and he keeps getting closer to her earlobe.

W-what the hell was that, but shit…

He’s biting her ear.

Yumi grabs hold of the table behind her. “Oh…”

She almost inhales every possible air at their proximity as Jaemin starts nibbling her earlobes. It’s a new sensation, but the effect on her, it’s just starting a new awakening in her.

“Jae… why the ears,” she struggled to keep her words coherent and continuous. Jaemin just kept grazing his lips on her earlobes, his breathing gradually getting hotter near her. Her legs buckled as her body leaned back to the table behind them.

“It’s sensitive, hmmm? I’m letting you get the feel of it, or you don’t like it?” Jaemin hovers over her, caging her in between his arms. His hand is over hers, while the other holds onto her neck to keep her still.

She grabs hold of his shoulder as he bites her ear again.

Yumi sucked in a breath. “N-not that, I, It's not that I don’t like it, it’s just ha- weird. Hmmm-haah.. pmh-ahh, this is new, Jaemin…”

The sleeve of Jaemin fell off his one shoulder, it signaled him to finally take it off. It allowed him to move freely and feel less cramped.

He kicks it to the side then leans dangerously close to Yumi.

She crumples the fabric of his polo shirt, it signals him to go on, licking her ear still as she responds with spews of vowels more as he stimulates her further.

“Ha- I didn’t know ears are this sensitive…” She weakens more as he breathes out an airy laugh, sprouting goosebumps on her skin.

“The more you know, Yumi.” He smiles, kissing her cheek then going back to tease and play his lips on her ears.

He uses his other hand to pinch her other ear, adding to the frailing effect it has on her.

She whimpers, suppressing a moan as he nibbles and licks her. Yumi blushed crimson as she slipped up.

“So that’s what sounds those pretty lips could produce?” he rasps.

“Je-Jaem…” Her eyes darkened in arousal at this point.

Jaemin’s eyes perked up. “Don't hold back now.”

He licks her, more breathing and more hungrily, like wolfing down her ear lobes.

Yumi grips onto anything, slowly crumbling as he keeps going at it. He’s lewdly going through her ear, who knew she would be this sensitive?

She’s almost melting along the stone wall behind her. “Ha... hmmm.”

She managed to reach his free hand holding hands and intertwining it. He chuckles as he stares at her heated state. “You’re so cute right now, Yumi-yah.”

“Nana…To-too much, Jaem…” Stuttering, it’s getting more difficult to complete words, growing incoherent as she feels a burning sensation of pleasure.

And this is all just getting sensitive with her ears, and his damn tongue.

Oh, Merlin.

Jaemin’s holding her hands, pinning her down to the wall to keep her in place whenever she squirms. He keeps bringing her jaw still to keep her in place as he continues nibbling her skin.

“Ha... ha... ah, Nana, ha... hmppphhh.”

Too much, it’s overwhelmingly good. Her scratching and holding back to her tight grips on his chest and back— shoulders, all over… she’s almost descending her body, but Jaemin keeps her secured.

Yumi reaches for his arm for support as he keeps her chin up intact in place as he devours her.

Licking her now wet ear, he pulls away with a smirk. “Now on the other side, so it's equal, hmmm? Don't want the other feeling left out.”

“Ahh, you're too good at this…” Yumi had to laugh as she breathed out, she leaned onto him, grabbing hold of his body in an embrace. “Jae.. jaem, please…”

“Hmmm?”

“Kiss me, please.”

He wraps his arms around her, then caresses her arms tenderly. “If you ask that nicely,” with his rasp and low, he leans into her.

They began making out again, it wasn’t too difficult asking her lips to open up with his tongue for entrance as they began their pace in the mix of lips and tongue.

With Yumi gripping more tightly on him, the clothes are beginning to be an obstruction.

Jaemin thinks so too.

Feeling her body language, he begins to move his hand from her waist, going lower to her hips… grazing his touch to her legs. When Yumi keeps squirming and moaning actively as he reaches closer to her inner thighs.

Jaemin looks at her first before going beneath her skirt. He touches her panties, smirking as she shrieks, enclosing her legs, almost trapping his hand in between.

“Aigoo, that got you turned on, huh?”

Yumi blushes, too overwhelmed and stimulated. No use denying how soaking wet it got her.

Jaemin now fully puts his hand underneath her skirt, grazing his fingers on her stained panties. “No need to be shy, Lumi-yah.”

Yumi flushed at her own stickiness. “I’m…”

Positioning his knee in between her legs, Jaemin continues to stimulate her ears, his other hand pinching and twisting her earlobes.

The other is taken care of with his tongue flicking and tracing wet saliva on her ear.

She shudders as he blows at it, the sudden air added to the already shivering sensation of his breath and hungry groans as he eats up her ear.

He then moves to sucking onto it, making her emit another level of vowels.

Yumi can't help but feel weird and bothered by the wet and dirty sounds. Her whimpering and writhing, she keeps resisting the melting sensation. “Oh, Gods… haaa…”

He smirks, amused, whispering as he teases her. “This is what I would do to your sweet, sweet pussy later.”

She swallows in anticipation. “Don’t keep me waiting… ha… then, Na Jaemin.”

Yumi gulped and breathed heavily, the more he continued to ravage her ears with his tongue and teeth biting it.

She mewls, her legs already weak, she gradually grows more and more embarrassed as she practically feels herself dripping wet down there.

Jaemin stops momentarily to move her, asking her to turn to the side.

With her state too muddled over and clouded with lust, she just complies.

“Can I?” Jaemin glances at her clothes, and with a nod, he goes on to the next step.

He starts removing her tie, keeping keen eye contact as he starts unbuttoning her blouse. He loosens up his tie, placing a kiss on her lips whilst finishing up opening the last buttons of her shirt.

With her bare skin exposed, he stared at her with awe. The dimness of the cloudy afternoon didn’t faze the glow of their sweaty skin against the remaining light of the sky.

“You’re so pretty, gorgeous…” Cupping her chest, he lets himself feel the plumpness of her breasts. She gasps at his touch, he then grazes over the rim of her bralette.

Frilled lace, baby blue… fittingly cute for a cutie like Yumi.

“I like you so much, Yumi.”

He smiles to himself, then looks at her again for permission.

She puts her hand on his arm, patting it. “Go on, Jaem.”

Jaemin pulled down her bra, the reveal along with the cold air brushing against her skin made her shudder good.

Jaemin didn’t make her wait long. As a man of his word, his mouth meets her nipples as he goes on to nibble it.

“Ha… ha- ooh…” His other hand traced around her erect nipples, his fingers teasingly twisting them, adding to her arousal.

It wasn’t long before he reached in between her legs again, her heated and wet core asking for any touch since earlier.

“Please do, do me more, Jaemin.” She lifts her skirt with her two hands, eyes dewy with pleads for his touch.

He sets aside her panties so his fingers are free to touch her pussy, dripping wet and ready for him to stimulate. Jaemin inserts a digit, then another, smoothly going in and out of her squeezing core as he’s ramming and pounding his fingers.

“Ahh… ha-so good, oohh, ahh!”

Simultaneous with sucking her tits and fingering her good, he keeps interchanging breasts as he’s tracing his tongue on her erect nipples.

They are so turned on right now, adding how the cold air is hitting their heightened body temperature combined as they're high up the tower.

Jaemin carries her up so she's elevated and seated. Not only to make Yumi comfortable but it’s an easier access to fingerfuck her.

He pulls her panties down, setting them aside by her one leg.

Gaining full access to her sensitive area, she had to inhale and contain herself on how good he was with his tongue. Is this how it feels to be fingerfucked?

Touching herself alone in her dorm bed late at night isn’t enough, and it’s entirely a new world on how he’s letting her reach novel heights.

“Jaemin… ha, ah! Hmphhh…” Yumi had to control how much she was clenching her hands on his scalp. She managed to hold on to his shoulders. And he’s gone in no other direction but through and deep into her heated core.

She’s already a mess, with how his fingers are plunging in and out of her pussy. All this whilst licking and flicking on her clit, and tending to her breasts.

Jaemin goes faster, then curls his finger as if activating a button in the depths of her cunt.

Feeling a twist at the pit of her stomach, she had to gasp, tighter on the grip she was doing as she was holding onto Jaemin.

Oh, Merlin, is thi—

“I’m com— haaa!” Yumi almost yelped at the sensation, like an explosion spreading all over her system as she experienced one of her biggest orgasms yet.

Jaemin lowers himself, licking her, and eats her out while she just finished cumming.

She had to hang her head high, back arching as she’s still sensitive as fuck.

Ragged and labored, Yumi catches up with her breath.

Jaemin ascended, teasingly licking his lips as he leaned close to her, putting both his hands on the tabletop. “Okay, that's enough. Just enough for you to think of me tonight, sweetie.”

Still in a daze, Yumi thoughtlessly asks. “Just tonight?”

Jaemin’s eyes perk. "Hmmm? So enough to last a while?"

Yumi shakes her head. “I want more.”

With such honesty, he admires her more at that pleasant display. “Next time, sweetie.”

There’s more? She breathes out, smiling. “I'd like that.”

Yumi kisses the side of his face, placing her chin atop his head. She twists it with her finger, tracing the lines of his scalp. “I… can we take it slow? I admit I got ahead of myself.”

“Me too… but yeah, I’m just here either way.” He hugs her, sniffing and breathing in her honey scent. Just close and long enough that Yumi’s warmth lingers in him.

He pats her head, stroking her hair with his arm as they recuperate.

It sure activated her hunger for more. They should do lots of homework more often like this.

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COLIN: Logical Steps

Okay, here we go. This is my first proper fic, featuring a sick Colin and caretaker Rowyn. 😮‍💨

(migraine, emeto)

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Rowyn finishes wiping the last table at the cafe, having just ended his shift at 10:00. He quickly finishes up his manager duties and drives back home, eager to have dinner, and see Colin. His stomach growls as he drives, reminding him he hasn’t eaten for almost 10 hours.

He walks in the front door, expecting the usual raucous greetings. It’s dead silent. He looks around in confusion, gently setting his bag down. He passes the kitchen, poking his head into the living room. He finds Jamie curled up on one of the armchairs, reading a book, with Apple snuggled into his side. He looks up when Rowyn walks in.

“Hey Rowyn,” he whispers.

“Hi… Why are we whispering? Where is everyone?”

“Everyone’s here. Colin seemed off, so we’re having a quiet night.”

“Shit, is he okay?!” Apple has made it to his side by now, and is rubbing against his leg. Despite his worry, he leans down with a half-smile, stroking hand down Apple’s back, before scooping her up. He takes her back over to Jamie, as he listens to his response.

“He didn’t say much. Kinda got home from work and locked himself in your room.”

“Fuck, okay, thanks. I’m gonna go check on him.”

He gives Apple one more pet, scratching under her chin for a moment as she purrs loudly, before turning away.

“Of course! Oh, and there’s dinner in the fridge for you.” Jamie pulls Apple back towards him when she tries to run after her, and he kisses her head, snuggling her to his chest, as he turns back to his book.

“Thanks Jamie, that’s great.”

“Hey,” he says, having a sudden thought, and Rowyn looks back, “Let me know what’s going on?”

Rowyn nods and turns down the hallway, slipping into his and Colin’s room. When the light from the hallway pierces the darkness of the room, he hears a whine, and he winces, quickly closing the door. He gently sits next to the boyfriend-shaped lump on the bed. Colin groans, but shifts closer, almost instinctively.

Despite knowing that Colin’s miserable, Rowyn’s heart skips a beat at the knowledge that his presence brings some comfort to Colin, even semi-conscious. 

As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he sees Colin gripping his hair with his hands, curled in on himself under the blanket. Colin shifts in his direction, squinting up at him, and whining when the action causes his head to pulse with a stabbing pain.

Okay, he thinks, He’s having a migraine. That I can help with. Working through problems is something Rowyn’s good at, so even though Colin’s in pain, he knows he can help. 

Rowyn takes his shoes off, so he can walk more quietly, and whispers “Babe, I’ll be right back, kay?”

“Mmm” is the only reply he gets, which he takes to mean “Yeah, but be quick.”

He updates Jamie, and grabs some ibuprofen, water, and a cloth soaked in cool water. He turns off the hall light, and sneaks back into his room. He settles his hand on Colin’s head, crouching on the floor. Colin sighs, sounding a touch more content.

He starts to sit up, and Rowyn grabs his shoulder, helping him settle on the headboard, with his hands still clutching his head. Colin keeps his eyes squeezed closed the whole time, so he startles slightly when he feels a glass being pressed into his hand.

“Sorry” whispers Rowyn, handing him the pills. As he swallows them, one of his hands shifts to his belly, and Rowyn pulls the trashcan closer to the bed, Just in case, he tells himself.

Colin settles back down on the bed, and Rowyn grabs the damp cloth, laying it across his forehead, where the pain is usually centered. As it makes contact with his skin, Colin lets out a small sigh of relief, and a weight lifts from Rowyn’s shoulders, knowing he’s making it better.

Even though he’s helped Colin with migraines before, this one seems particularly bad and he’s unsure what exactly he should do, now that he’s addressed the symptoms. Colin seems comforted by his presence, but if sounds and light are hurting him, maybe being touched would too? He twists his hands in front of him, debating his next move, faced with uncertainty now that he’s through the logical steps. 

As if sensing his indecision, Colin mutters “Ro…” and gestures at him to stay there, squinting up at him. “Stay?” Rowyn’s secretly pleased at this development, and he slides onto the bed next to him, glad that his presence is that comforting to Colin.

He wants to say something to Colin, but he’s afraid of causing pain when he doesn’t have to, so he snaps his mouth closed, and considers other ways he can help. Could he offer any physical comfort? Of course, then he’s back to his initial concern of what if that doesn’t help? But then again, Colin asked him to stay. Does that mean it would help? He lets out a tiny sigh, and Colin responds with a tiny, pained chuckle. “M’okay, Ro, not… gonna break,” he mumbles, fighting through the pain.

Rowyn recognizes the irony of Colin comforting him, when he’s the one in excruciating pain. He rolls his eyes at his own indecision, and moves a hand up to Colin’s head, where he gently pries his hands out of his hair, replacing them with his own. He runs his hand through his sweaty hair once, hearing a gentle sigh of relief at the motion. He continues his soothing ministrations, even when Colin curls up tighter with a nearly unnoticeable groan of pain.

All of a sudden, a loud rumble stirs up the quiet of the room, and Colin mutters in pain.

“Whatzzat?” he asks, in a whisper.

Rowyn cringes to himself before answering “My stomach. Haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Go eat. I’ll be fine.” instructs Colin, before Ro can protest.

Rowyn pauses for a moment, brows furrowing in concern. Is this a reflection of his caretaking? Did he do something wrong? He shakes his head against this train of thought. He might be clueless when it comes to emotional support and ‘bedside manners’, but he’s not entirely clueless. He’s made all the logical decisions, and done everything he could. If Colin’s asking him to leave, it’s out of concern, not anything else.

Disgruntled, but relieved nonetheless, Rowyn makes his way to the kitchen, quickly heating up the stir fry left in the fridge for him, before devouring it equally as fast. Apple follows him back to his room, and meows grumpily when she’s not allowed in.

When Rowyn enters the bedroom again, his heart falls, hearing a grating retch coming from Colin, accompanied by a quiet whimper of pain. His worry now outweighs every other emotion, and instead of logic, for once he simply follows his boyfriend instincts.

He hurries across the room, dropping next to Colin on the bed, whispering “I’m right here, babe. You’ll be okay.”

He rests one hand on Colin’s back, and holds the garbage can with the other. Colin pants for a minute, whimpering slightly, before he’s pushed forward with another heave. His dry-heaves are the only sound heard for a solid few minutes, before there’s a break for him to catch his breath.

Rowyn wishes he could do more to help, but he knows that any words would hurt Colin’s head more than they would help, so he settles for physical comfort.

Colin breathes deeply, and even in the basically non-existent light, Rowyn sees his face pale further, as he lurches forward with a liquidly gurgle that brings up a mouthful of vomit. He tries to breathe in and instead leans forward with a new wave of puke. Now that he’s started, he seems unable to stop. Wave after wave of sick comes pouring out of his mouth, as he whimpers in pain, one hand clawing at his head, while the other clutches his stomach. The only thing keeping him from falling apart completely is Rowyn’s hand on his back, steady as ever.

Rowyn winces in sympathy, as Colin throws up yet another mouthful of vomit. He knows it’s the pain of the migraine that brought him to vomit, and he hopes he brings him some comfort. When he finally seems finished, Rowyn wipes his face with the cloth, and gives him a hug, letting him relax.

Rowyn grabs the glass of water, trying to encourage Colin to drink some. He shakes his head, then groans as the room spins. He squints his eyes to look at Rowyn and winces as the world sways around him, covered in colourful aura lines.

He whispers “No, Ro… hurts.”

“I know, Colin, but you have to drink something, then we can cuddle, and you can try to sleep.”

He hands Colin the glass, who shakily holds it up to his mouth. He tentatively takes a sip, wincing as he swallows. It does feel refreshing, but after a couple more sips, he can feel it swirling in his upset stomach, and sets it aside with a grimace.

Rowyn tugs him down until he’s wrapped around Colin’s back, cuddling him from behind. Colin relaxes into the hug, sighing as his senses calm for the first time in hours.

Just as Rowyn thinks Colin might be falling asleep, he feels him tense and tries to raise himself from the bed.

Colin whimpers, as a wave of liquidy sick sprays from his mouth, covering the bed in front of him, and coating his front.

At least I can handle vomit, he thinks with an eye roll, as he jumps up to help Colin. He’s leaning over the side of the bed, panting over the mess, with a trail of spit hanging from his lips. He looks miserable, eyes still clenched, with tears leaking from the corners, and a tight whine in his throat.

Rowyn carefully climbs over to Colin, grabbing the cloth to start cleaning up. Fuck, I thought I was doing everythin right. Should I have waited before giving him water? Rowyn has a rush of thoughts before rationalizing that he made the best decisions he could.

He shakes his hands out, as if that will shake the thoughts loose, and gently wipes Colin’s mouth and hands with the cloth. Once he’s clean, he gently moves Colin to the office chair, so he can strip the bed and lay down some blankets for the night.

He wets another cloth and cleans the sweat and tears from Colin’s face, before settling him back in bed, placing the cloth back on his forehead.

He insists that Colin tries a bit more water, making sure he drinks slowly, with small sips.

They settle back into bed, and Colin whispers “Thanks.” He’s relieved to hear that Colin sounds slightly less pained than before.

“Good night. Wake me if you need to.”

Colin hums in agreement, before slipping off to sleep.

Rowyn blinks awake, the final curls of sleepiness leaving his mind as he remembers the events of the previous night.

He props himself up on an elbow to look at Colin, who’s surprisingly still asleep. Sometime during the night they turned towards each other, so he can see Colin’s face, peaceful now in his sleep.

He tugs the blanket tighter against his body against the morning chill, and the movement must disrupt Colin enough that he shifts and scrunches up his face.

When his brown eyes open they find Rowyn’s green ones and he smiles slightly.

“Hey,” whispers Rowyn, reaching out to push a strand of red hair off his face, smiling at his sleepiness. It’s rare to see Colin so calm, and Rowyn always loves Sleepy Colin.

“Heyy,” answers Colin through a yawn, before rubbing his forehead with his hand, and wincing at the aftereffects of the migraine.

Rowyn frowns at this action, and Colin laughs at his expression.

“I’m fine babe, I’m sorry for worrying you last night.”

“It’s not your fault,” he answers. After a moment he continues, “Why didn’t you text me? Could’ve told me you didn’t feel well.”

Colin looks sheepish at that, rubbing the back of his neck as he replies, “You were working and I didn’t want to bother you.” When Rowyn opens his mouth to protest this reasoning, he continues, “And, I was kind of more worried about the auras and getting home, and by the time I did I kind of just collapsed here until you found me.”

Rowyn frowns suspiciously at that, “What do you mean? When did the auras start?”

Colin grimaces, knowing this won’t go over well, “Maybe half an hour before my shift ended?”

“And you drove home like that?! You idiot! No wonder it was such a bad migraine.” he reprimands, glaring at him, and Colin shrugs in defeat, knowing it wasn’t his smartest move.

He winces as his head throbs, but it's nowhere near the pain of the night before, just an echo of the migraine and heightened by some dehydration.

Rowyn notices the change in his expression, and sighs, sitting up to rummage around on the table for the glass of water that was abandoned during the night. He hands it to Colin, who takes a sip, pleased when his stomach seems to accept it.

“Tell me you’re not going to work today,” says Rowyn, hoping he’s taking the day off.

“I’ll try and get coverage,” he assures him, sipping on the water, hoping it will help with the remaining headache.

The two remain in bed for a while longer, before Rowyn has to prepare for a class. Luckily Colin manages to get his shift covered, so he can leave without worrying about Colin.

[thebullshiteveryonecallsfor]

Cultural Differences?

Peter Parker (MCU) / spidersona!reader (platonic)

Notes: first fic alert !! English is not my first language, sorry if some words are yk weird🧍‍♂️No use of (Y/N), neutral pronouns

Traveling between universes was one thing. Getting stuck in one because of a faulty gear was another. In the midst of traveling, lowkey turning away from some assigned work from Miguel, you didn’t expect for the dimension travel watch to burst, creating a mini explosion. Though warned by your spider senses, it was still a bit of a shock– visually and literally– losing momentum during a swing almost falling to your death (exaggeration), you managed to refocus and zip yourself onto the nearest edge of a building. Sitting on the ledge, you inspected the watch on your wrist and tried to assess the problem.

“Motherfucker…” Suddenly remembering the last conversation you had with another Spider-Man, Hobie Brown.

“Let me borrow some, I’ll bring it back, I swear on it.” He mentioned while making himself busy with your watch when you were busy with your own work, thoroughly distracted, not fully paying attention, and simply waved him off with, “‘Kay, ‘kay.”

He did in fact ‘borrow’ some parts of the watch, he did also in fact had not brought any of said borrowed items back to you. So far the watch was okay, and this was supposedly the biggest hiccup you currently have on the road– when worst comes to worst, you had to find the sorcerer supreme of this universe and frankly, you really don’t want to face Strange after a petty beef you had with a different Strange from a different universe. Welp, let’s hope he doesn’t notice your presence.

“C’mon, c’mon…” You tapped repeatedly on the screen of the watch, watching the screen spasm for a bit before showing the universe code. Hmm, earth-199999. Never been here before. Not that much of a new experience for you but it was still a bit nerve wracking being in a new universe, who knows how different you knew from the usual. You turned off the device, trying to salvage the power as best as you could.

“Alright, find a Spider-Person,” you stood up, lightly cracking your neck, “get some tools, get the fuck out.”

Hunting down a Spider-Person took a bit of time but it gave you the opportunity to check out the city we all know and love. It looked like New York City with a bunch of different stores and whatnot– there was an Avenger tower but no Oscorp, no F4 tower either, Nelson & Murdock was spotted, and the sanctum was there. Other than that it was the good ol’ concrete jungle where some dreams were made of.

The sun was starting to set and throughout the day you managed to hear some small news about another Spider-Man swing around the city. Some speculated Spidey with a new suit, others were saying that you were to continue his legacy, some said that you were a copycat. At this point you were ready to give up and show up to the sanctum like a kid going up to their parents room telling them that you frew up. Then, some screams broke out.

You swung into the scene as quickly as you usually do. In mid air, you shot your web at a trash can and swung it to the nearest criminal robbing a store whose glass wall was already broken through. “Can’t believe I didn’t get invited to your mask party!” You jumped in, taking down one of the criminals, “Is it because my mask isn’t matching yours?”

“The insect’s here!” One of the masked men yelled over.

“Insect?!” You gasped with faux offense, webbing a potted plant and threw it to another masked man, “I’ll have you know spiders are a part of a different animal kingdom group.”

Shooting a web over the holes of some guns, with one of the guns still stuck to your current web you flung it to one of the masked men. “Spiders are the largest order of arachnids and rank seventh in total species in diversity among all orders of organisms!” You fought and dodge your way to stop these masked men, occasionally webbing one or two stuck to the wall. “All credits to wikipedia for that one, can’t live without it even when many professionals don’t fuck with it.”

“Who the hell are you?!” One spluttered out after going down from a punch he received by you.

“Well, I’m simply the Neighborhood Spider,” You simply replied, dodging bullets that someone was spraying with their gun.

It felt like time had slowed, your senses heightened, the tingles intensified. “Hey! I think you lost this!” A heavy metal mailbox came hurling through the already broken glass window/wall, directly hitting the masked man that was fighting you and sending said man and the other goons behind him to the wall. You quickly webbed them there– that was the last of them. And finally you saw their resident Spider-Man landing in front of you. Now standing mask to mask as the pained groans of the criminals blended in with the chaos surrounding them.

“Good job here!” Spider-Man commented, his hands on his hips as he looked around the aftermath. All the criminals webbed up in one way or another, the store in chaos with furniture all over the place, and broken glass covering half of the floor. “You look new here.”

“I am,” You tilted your head out of amusement, trying to guess who was behind the mask, “And that’s a problem.”

You walked to the counter, peering over the edge to see a shaken store clerk. After a few comforting words, you and Spider-Man managed to get the staff out to the open as the sound of sirens blared in the distance.

“That’s our cue,” Spider-Man said, his head slightly tilted as he caught sounds of the incoming law enforcements. “Stay safe and talk about this experience to another person! Don’t bottle it up! You’d feel so much better, trust me!” The Spider-People swung out of the crime scene just in time for the police to arrive.

“Think we can talk?” You asked as you followed beside him.

He simply glanced to the side, “You do owe some explanation.”

“Don’t I know it.”

They arrived at the top of the Avengers tower, standing a few feet away from one another both equally distrusting. Not that much from you though, already meeting a bunch of different Spider-People do that to you.

“Who are you?” Spider-Man asked, the eyes of his mask squinted as he assessed you.

“Whoa, how’d you do that?” You asked, startled yet interested at the sight of his lenses.

Widening his eyes, they stared at each other before his eyes squinted and widened multiple times then one lens widened while the other squinted and it went back and forth for a bit; you watched it with a daze as the two Spider-People were stuck there kind of entertaining one another. It was so.. unique. You had seen that type of thing before but in a more animated universe. Hectic week, crazy experience. They were stuck there for some minute before a small electrical burst happened on the watch again, breaking the bubble they were in.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, feeling an electric zap from the burst, finally taking off the watch and lightly threw it on the floor. Both of you watched as the device’s screen glitched aggressively before succumbing to its end as a small smoke emerged from the crevice of said device.

“Fuck..” You sighed as you helplessly watched your broken watch.

“Sorry about that..” Spider-Man apologized, though it ended off like a question rather than a statement of sorts.

You waved him off, “Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault–”

“Well, I thought it broke in the fight,” he shrugged, guilt visible in gesture and voice, “a fight that I should’ve helped in.”

“Man, you’re fine, honestly! The watch broke hours ago– literally after I arrived here.”

“In Queens?”

“This dimension.”

A moment of silence gape their conversation. Both Spider-People were staring at one another. You stood there waiting for his response as Spider-Man looked at you in.. who knows what behind those white lenses. It was slowly starting to get awkward while you stood there, your right hand scratching the back of your neck.

“What..?”

“Thought you died there,” an awkward chuckle left your lips, “can’t have earth-1610 happening too here. You sound way too young.”

“What?!”

“..Ignore what I said.”

“Uh, no?” He revoked such a statement. “I died?!”

“Dude,” you came over, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “everyone dies in the end. Circle of life. Learned that from Lion King.”

“No– what? – I know that,” he shook his head as if he snapped out of a stance, pushing your hand away while he walked backwards away from you.

“Okay, then don’t think about it?"

“I seriously can’t?”

He shook his head once more, “Gah! Who even are you?” He finally asked, his tone full of suspicion. “And why do you have.. my powers?”

Well, Spider-People got to know one another right?

You took off your mask, feeling the New York breeze finally hitting your face. A small grin decorated your face. With a casual tone, in hopes to not to scare him off, you introduced yourself: your hero name, real name, and dimension code.

“I was doing a bit of dimension hopping,” you gave a bit of information, “but some parts of the gear were stolen and it got fried when I landed here.”

Again with the silence. Your patience slowly thinned.

Peter was a slight bit busy at the glaring answer to his question: are the multiverse real? This other Spider-Person who had crash landed here had proven to be real and correct. Ever since his once in a while idle talk with Doctor Strange led about other universes– dimensions– the multiverse, he needed to know more. But it was hard to pry any sort of answer from the sorcerer for he easily deflected certain questions and the spider easily being led to a new topic– it goes in a circle, the cycle never ends.

“You’re Peter, right? Peter Parker?” You spoke again, hoping to get some kind of reaction, “unless you’re Ben Reilly? Or someone completely different. Each universe is unique on its own–”

“You know me?” Eyes lightly sparkled at the mention of his familiarness. His curiosity somewhat overpowered his guard. Dumbass (affectionately).

“Parker or Reilly–”

“Parker Peter– Peter Parker!”

“Well, I know of you,” you shrugged, trying to make this as casual as ever even though your nerves were straight to the roof– sometimes you wonder if your own nerves could differentiate between ‘asking ketchup from the waiter’ with ‘being held at gunpoint’. “Peter Parker is widely known as the guy who basically created all of us– well, not like in a god type of way, more or so a domino effect kind of thing.”

His face scrunched up, staring at you confused, “All of us?”

You smiled at him, slightly amused, “The Spider-People. From all across the universe. Of course not all of them would be Peter Parker, but dude’s, like, the pioneer of us basically– us who aren’t Peter Parker. With the spider bites, the stories, and all that”

“Like you..” he concluded. His mind racing with questions and building theories. “You’ve met other Spider-People?”

“A few, more or less,” you answered, “not everyone though, there’s like.. thousands of Spider-People probably. And not every story is the same– similar, not identical.”

Another beat of silence. Man, he really likes peace, huh.

It felt weird having this conversation. A person knew who he was, and knew other versions of him, and others like them that weren’t him him. It took a while before he took off his mask as well.

And, gods, he looked young– like Miles Morales young. Eyes wide, baby face, and all, he must still be in high school right?

“Are you in kindergarten?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, a tad bit offended at her comment, “No?”

“You’re so young..”

“So, are you!"

“Why thank you. And you look like you don’t age a day over 13.”

Red hue colored his cheeks as he sputtered, “I am 16. I’m grown enough!”

“Jesus christ,” you lightly grimaced, scratching the back of your neck once more, “can’t believe these criminals are fighting someone who’s still doing calculus.”

You sometimes forget how young Peter Parker was when he got bitten by the radioactive spider and how young he was taken on the title as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man with all those responsibilities on his shoulder as he ventured more and more into heavier crime while simultaneously still helping around the community. He should be in a club right now, doing underaged drinking. Or reading Jane Austen for his english class.

“Anyhow–” you continued on as he rambled out some kind of excuse, “you’re Peter Parker, still in high school, that means you– who have you fought so far actually?”

“Uhm, the Vulture, Team Captain–”

“Team Captain?” you interrupted out of surprise, “wait civil war already happened here?”

“Well, it was Team Iron Man–”

“Versus Team Captain America, right. But that’s..” you looked away from him, starting to slowly pace around, racking your mind trying to remember certain canon events in certain universes. Still crazy though, he was 16 now, gods know how old he was when he fought that battle. “I mean, I guess– wait, you were on Iron Man’s side?” You paused immediately and stared at him.

“Well, yeah, Mr. Stark offered to help him after school,” he retold, a bit bashful remembering the day he found Tony Stark conversing with Aunt May in the living room like it was the most normal thing ever, “and well, it’s Tony Stark, you know, can’t really refuse him..”

You blinked, then blinked again. Right, different universes. “Weird but.. okay, I guess,” you stared some more, “did you know what they were fighting about?”

“Uh, not exactly?”

“Yeah, that checks it,” you knew for a fact that Spider-Man would’ve sided with Captain America– hell, it was known he sided with Cap!

“What? –”

“Let’s forget about that,” you waved it off, not wanting to discuss further into it which could end up in some kind of argument and that was not what you wanted now. What you wanted– needed right now was help, tech help. And maybe, finally do the task given for you. “I need a favor. Some tools to fix up my watch here,” you nodded towards the broken watch on the floor, “and I’ll be out of your hair like my situation never happened.”

It took a few minutes for you to convince Peter not to go into the Avengers lab. Listen, they’re great and all but you truly had no desire to face a hero other than Spider-Man, or reluctantly Doctor Strange, to not create this situation into a bigger issue. And so, Peter brought them over to his school’s lab, Midtown High School. Doing so, he invited two of his trusted confidants over.

It was night time already and both his confidants were present in the lab. Turning off the CCTVs was easy, sneaking in as Spider-People were easier.

And so they stood side by side whilst his close friends stood across them.

“Right, so, Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn, right?”

The three of them exchanged confused glances with one another.

“No..?” Peter corrected you, a small frown found its way to his face, “this is Michelle Jones and Ned Leeds.”

“Ned Leeds..?” you lightly question, eyes slightly squinted though you managed to school your expression. Harry Osborn was one thing but Ned Leeds? Man, no matter where Peter was he seemed to attract a goblin one form or the other. What the hell, sure. “Right.. Of course. And Michelle Jones, MJ?”

MJ simply nodded, her gaze hardened with distrust as she assessed you. Ned gave you a small smile with an equally small wave.

“Excuse us for a second.” MJ said, her hand shot through grabbing Peter by the arm and brought her, Peter, and Ned further away from you. Though a bit annoying but understandable. They don’t trust you, you don’t care much, you just wanted to leave. So, you filled the idling time by checking out certain tools and gears as you tried to mentally remember what you needed to fix your watch.

-

“Can we trust them?” MJ asked immediately, she had her own growing suspicion about another Spider-Person suddenly showing up and needed help. If anything, she thought that her vigilance was highly needed in a situation like this. “Do you trust them, Peter?”

“I mean, sort of?” he spluttered, his eyes stuck in the fiery gaze behind MJ’s eyes. “Well, we talked for a bit. They already knew my identity, they identified themself to me. Backstory, backstory, they’re..fine.”

Rather than fully focusing on the conversation he was dragged into, Ned’s eyes were stuck on you without your knowledge. “From another universe, huh.” Ned had always wondered about the multiverse. Ever since Peter told him about Doctor Strange and his magic, he had wanted to ask more about it but it seemed that there was never a free time for either to converse about such a topic. Either that or Peter had been saying that Doctor Strange had no time as an excuse because Doctor Strange did not want to share more of the knowledge to those outside his little sorcerer community. Gatekeeper much. Not to mention the tingles. Ned’s lola said that he had magic in his blood. Or something like that.

It took some more convincing from Peter for them to finally help you out.

MJ sat a bit further away with a laptop on hand, Ned sat beside her whilst Peter was by your side fiddling with the watch as you created a new part to replace the stolen ones.

“So, you’re, like, another Spider-Man– Woman? – Person? –” Ned slightly freaked out as he tried to find the right term to describe you.

“Arachnid,” you calmly cut in, “I’m known as Arachnid in my universe.” You continued on, still focusing on your fixing, occasionally glancing towards the boy. “I usually go solo, sometimes Peter or Miles ask a hand for help, other than that I’m on my own.”

“Who’s Miles?” Peter asked, raising one brow at you.

You froze, looking at his questioning gaze. An awkward grin fought through, “You know in my universe, Peter is older than me, so when I got bit he was basically my mentor til I got on my own footing.”

Peter and Ned shared excited glances while MJ’s expression remained passive.

“A mentor?” Peter never had thought of being someone to be looked up at. Maybe to some younger civilians but to someone who went through something that he personally went through and needed the guidance. Now that was something else. As far as his career as a crime fighting vigilante, he was quite in his early days with Tony Stark as a well known leading figure in this type of life. He wondered if the Peter of your universe had that type of mentorship. “I– He helped you?”

“Well, duh doy,” you shrugged casually, successfully diverging the conversation into a new topic. You did not want to unpack that type of lore onto this situation. “He’s the one and only Spider-Man, and I suddenly got the same type of powers as him? he was literally my only chance to understand.”

“You said, your Peter was older? How old is he exactly?” Ned asked this time.

“Mid 20’s,” you smiled, suddenly remembering his dorky face in your mind, “great guy, mentor and all that. But a great guy in general. He’s clearly passionate about crime fighting, doing the good things, and all that other stuff. Hella smart too.”

Peter smiled at this. It was so weird hearing it though. Factually, they were talking about him but not him? Him but from a different world. Older, still Spider-Man, a mentor– getting compliments from his mentee? Mind boggling.

Your smile slowly dimmed as a small frown grew, “He’s a great mentor, really but I hate his ass sometimes, you know.”

Peter’s smile dropped, so did Ned’s. MJ’s slightly upturned expression has fallen as well.

“I– You have to know,” your focus on fixing now put aside as you started ranting, “that motherfucker had me doing physics workbooks! Physics workbooks!”

“Like, I get that physics is everywhere, especially during swinging, I get it, honest to the gods. But my fucking gods, he got me doing not one, not two, but five physics workbooks that I almost shoved up his ass, no offence.”

In an instant Peter’s smile grew back faster. Though slightly embarrassed even though it wasn’t even him that did all that, it still made his cheeks slightly colored as he let out a small laugh, “None taken. I just didn’t expect a lot of.. academic type of learning in your spider training.”

You scoffed, a small amused smile replacing your frown, “Yeah me neither. Me and M– and I always gave him shit for that everytime I had the chance.”

Idle chats continued on to fill in the silence. It was well into the night as they stayed in the lab. The music that was previously played by Ned from the laptop had to be ended to ensure that they don’t make too much noise and get caught.

“So, Liz Allan’s dad is the Vulture?” you asked incredulously.

“You didn’t know?” Ned asked back, surprised at the question itself he had to look away from his laptop to look at you.

You scratched the back of your neck out of habit, “Well, I was more so busy trying to apprehend him and not getting killed when he escaped.”

“He escaped?!” Peter backtracked, shocked and slightly tired hearing that.

“Well it was.. complicated. Can’t tell you though, not sure if it’s gonna happen here or not. Just keep an eye out,” you shrugged casually, not too sure how to handle accidently dropping another lore bomb on them. “Considering that you’re still in high school, your major antagonists are still underway to ‘peak’ more or less.”

“Also, Peter, love your moral code and all that, but if you ever meet a guy named Cletus Kasady, kill him. No questions asked. He’s already a murderer, so you might as well give him death row,” you faced him, eyes slightly widened trying to convey how serious you were, “and I’m saying this in the goodness, selfishness of giving you a bit of a spoiler so you and the others don’t suffer through all that.”

“And tread cautiously if you ever meet Taskmaster. Pain in the ass, fun guy, but a pain nonetheless.” You sighed, before turning back to your gizmo, “Hopefully this doesn’t come back and bite me in the ass. Miguel scares the shit out of me.”

“Who’s Miguel?” This time MJ finally spoke up to you. The past hour MJ simply nodded along or gave simple hums at certain words, occasional one liner but mostly to Peter and Ned; she still didn’t trust you, understandable. A random person having spider powers, knowing Spider-Man’s true identity, and had traveled through the multiverse– as amazing as it sounded, you were still a stranger. “In fact, let’s start from the top. You mentioned Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn. Then someone named Miles. Never brought them up again,” she shrugged with faux casualness, she simply wanted to know their affiliations; whether she should be concerned or not.

You put out a small smile, you rarely meet a Mary Jane variation and this was your first meet– and so far, you respected her decision to keep you at arms length rather than diving head first by being buddy-buddy with you.

“Mary Jane Watson is your variant,” you started off, “known as Peter’s.. close friend. Same as Harry Osborn,” you quirked your head to the side, discreetly nodding towards Ned– trying to convey the message that the other close friend was rather replaced.

“Am I a variant of him?” Ned asked this time, curiosity plagued him.

“Nah, it looks like that in this universe Harry had been swapped with you,” you explained, slightly cringing at the relation both Harry and Ned had towards Peter in other universes. “not much of a worry really. The both of you are pretty… similar.” Oh, yeah, so very similar.

A small frown formed on Ned’s face, “Oh no, does that mean I’m, like, disrupting this timeline or something?”

“No, Ned,” you chuckled, amused at his panic, “the universe is big and not everything is the same way. So, if Ned Leeds is the close friend of Peter Parker, instead of Harry Osborn, then the timeline is set fine.”

“Besides, I’m not fully sure if Harry exists here. Or that you guys just simply never crosspaths– or not yet– some say you guys meet him in college but who knows, time’s all wibbly wobbly,” you shrugged, “either way, Oscorp doesn’t seem to exist here– big ass tower, in the same area of the Avengers tower too.”

Before you could even ramble more about Oscorp, MJ took the lead, “And Miles?”

You smirked, remembering his goofy face everytime you and Miles made fun of Peter. “Great dude, also a vigilante. He’d sometimes team up with Peter Spider-Man and me.”

“You might meet him,” your smirked lightly faltered yet you schooled your expression accordingly, “let’s hope it goes well this time.”

“What does that mean?”

You shrugged, keeping up with that same smirk. “Petty beef,” you lied through your teeth. “Then again Peter is always beefing with someone one way or another. Nothing serious though between them, it's more goofy than antagonistic.” Now that was true.

“Same with Daredevil, not sure about Iron Fist though, I barely met the guy.”

“I teamed up with The Devil from Hell's Kitchen?” Peter asked, peeking up from his tinkering work.

“Uh, I guess not yet?” You lightly cringed, cursing yourself accidently dropping another future interaction. This shit’s hard. You never knew what the timeline for each universe would be, so some hiccups were expected, but still, fuckin’ dumbass. “I mean, it’s kind of expected, right? Two New York vigilantes teaming up at some point. But it’s not always a team up, you guys still usually go solo.”

“Yeah..” Peter sighed, lowkey in a daze as if he got into some type of daydream.

MJ nodded along, listening to your words, scrutinizing your expressions. She wasn’t fully sure to trust you just through words but considering she couldn’t ask for much evidence, this was enough for now. “Could we ask more?”

You smiled at her, “Yeah, absolutely! Love to share. Can’t tell you everything though.”

“Understandable,” MJ nodded.

And so, you treaded lightly through the conversation; making sure you didn’t expose anymore certain events, people– whether they were allies or antagonists, or even the ‘normal’ life side of Peter’s or yours. The conversation went on as their topics finally diverged from talking about the different Spider-Man’s universe to anything else. The broken watch had been repaired long ago, now leaving the occupiers chatting animatedly.

“I’m not that.. into it?”

“What?!” Both Peter and Ned gasped dramatically. Their conversation now dive deep into film interests.

“It’s sci-fi movies! Your life is a sci-fi movie with all that universe traveling!” Ned tried to reason, his hands joining the conversation just as animatedly. “Well, except the spaceship, the aliens, and space hierarchy– still sci-fi-esque!”

“It’s a shit ton of movies,” you huffed trying to defend yourself. “And TV series.”

“So, is Doctor Who,” MJ pointed out, clocking you immediately, “and it came out in the 60’s, older than Star Wars.”

You gaped at her, hand clenched in front of your chest, “Traitor.”

MJ simply shrugged with a smile, seemingly enjoying your current suffering being cornered by two nerd-loving-space-politics.

“And you watched all of them!” Peter chimed in, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “and it’s almost the same concept!”

“Don’t compare my in-denial-trauma-main-character with your in-denial-trauma-main-character!” you brought up your own accusatory pointer finger towards Peter, “my boy saves multiple planets and universe with a screwdriver and succeeded in 2-3 episodes. We are not the same.”

“Oh! Oh, okay! So, when–” Peter tried to stand his ground when a sudden familiar beeping noise emerged from your watch on the table.

“Ah, shit,” you immediately went over to it, picking it up gingerly as you read a new message sent over by Hobbie, the non animated one; crazy meetup.

‘Yo wya Gwen’s going to beat your ass for being late’

“Huh? –Oh!” You reacted accordingly to the message. You were late to a function and Gwen would send you to a kid’s birthday party as their entertainment if possible.

You sighed before looking back at the three teenagers who were looking at you in anticipation. “Duty calls.”

Peter and Ned seemed crestfallen about the news whilst MJ nodded with her lips pursed.

You placed the watch where it belonged and grabbed your discarded mask before putting it on again, you smirked behind it. Pressing certain buttons, a portal opened up behind her. A body sized portal appeared in thin air, the rings of the portal sported gradations of color, cutting through reality. You relished at the reaction pulled from the three, identical expressions.

Your name was called out from the other side making you look back. And there was Hobie standing in his spider suit, tilting his head at the sight before him.

“Befriending other Spider-Men now?” Hobie lightheartedly accused, “I’m heart broken here.” His teasing tone shone through his words.

The rest of the three bewilderedly looked at the other Spider-Man, the more decorated suit; the spikes, the vest filled with pins, the electric guitar?!

“Are you.. me?” Peter asked faintly, still somewhat starstruck meeting a different Spider-Man.

“Spider-Man? Yeah. But you..” Hobie glanced at you, silently asking for confirmation.

“Peter Parker.”

“Nah, I ain’t you,” he glanced back at the boy. He tilted his head, giving Peter a grin, “Name’s Hobie. Hobie Brown. Maybe I will see you around.”

“Maybe I’ll put in a word to Miguel,” you shrugged looking at Hobie while he subtly cringed. “Or not– We’ll see.”

Hobie shook his head and chuckled, “Alright, wrap this up. The others are in the next room.” He bid the three goodbye with a nod and a lazy wave as he walked away, out of sight.

“Real nice meeting all of you,” you spoke again, meeting their faces once more, “keep up the good work all of you, whether it’s spidey work or school– real life is just as important, guys!”

You finally turned away to step into the portal. Now fully on the other side, you simply glanced back. “But who knows Peter. Maybe you’d join the Spider-Society with us. See ya!” The portal closed just as quickly, leaving the three teenagers dumbfounded at your last words.

“Spider-Society?!”

–

“I will be beating your ass for what happened.”

“And what did I do now.”

“You stole parts of my shit,” you pointed towards your watch, “which was why I was stuck in that universe for some time. Fucker.”

“Well, you’re here now. Half an hour late but it’s better than nothing.”

“Still fucked,” you braced yourself for some yelling from Gwen as you entered the room with Hobie.

–

Bonus:

“Wait, so, you’ve met other Spider-Men?” Peter 3 interjected, his interest piqued at the topic at hand.

Peter 1 shrugged awkwardly, not fully expecting all the attention, “Yeah? Well, Spider-People. It was really random too. The first one we met was stuck here because their dimension travel watch was broken, so we had to fix that. Then the other one was actually on the other side of the portal after we got the watch fixed!”

“And they were so cool, both of them!” Ned chimed in this time, “their spider suits were so so cool! Especially the punk one– no offense to Arachnid but his suit was so expressive!”

“Aw, that’s sweet, no offense taken, I fuck with Hobie’s suit too,” a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. “Sorry to drop in like this. I’m a bit on the run from Miguel, lol.”

[empressgeekt]

Fic Series Idea - "There is no Escape Once Cradled in the Bat's Cape" Saga, or Gotham had just as much as an adoption problem as their champion.

Buckle up people this is going to be a long one...

Okay, So I've been looking in to Batman crossovers, and I've noticed that there is a large majority of MLB, DP, and Spider-Man ofr the crossovers. However, I have also found a very small percentage of cross-dimensional adoption fics, with Zuko from ATLA and Keith VLD, two dark angsty boys who definitely need the love of the batfam.

So, I'm planning out a multipart (At least on AO3) Saga, where, we can watch Zuko Keith, And Jet from ATLA get sucked up by Gotham, whom is a manifestation of darkness, insanity, and empathy and stands as the spirit in control of the land that both Gotham and Buldhaven would be eventually be built (much like Agni is for the fire nation).

1) The first installment would be Zuko's origin in the Batfamily.

After Agni can't stand to watch the soft hearted price suffer through his fate again, the deity of the sun calls a meeting with Gotham, begging sanctuary for the boy. After some rather harsh words, Gotham agrees, and swipes up Zuko right out of the Royal infirmary, mere hours after the Agni Kai. All While Iroh watches in horror. Left in the Prince's place is a single scroll, written in the language of spirits, the only part that Iroh can understand, is that in order to find his nephew he had to restore the honor to his nation and aid in the champion of the four nations, for that is a the only way that Iroh will ever find Zuko again. So, Iroh starts his quest for the Avatar.

On Zuko's end, Gotham dropped the prince in an alleyway, and lured a Robin!Jason to his location. Upon discovering a child laying in a dumpster with half of his face charred black, Jason phones Bruce and Zuko is taken to the Batcave. Even though the young prince is underneath the care of the incredibly skilled and patient Doc. Tompkins, Zuko quickly falls victim to infection, and his condition is touch and go for days. Bruce would go through all the identifying tests he can think of, but none of them even give a name to the dying kid in a quest room upstairs. The batman is honestly at a loss of what to do with the child. He can find no living family, no ID, no documents, no name. There's no where he can send the child, The foster system is out of the question, even if Zuko survives, he's be horribly scarred and likely disabled, not to mention even at 12 he'd be too old to good chances of getting adopted. All signs point to Bruce most likely becoming a father of three. Jason is fine with the idea of Zuko Staying. He's 15 at this point, old enough to be a good big brother.

Though things become a whole lot more complicated when Zuko is conscious enough to start talking...And he can't understand a lick of English...Our dramatic sparky boy, wakes up to an unknown world, in a utterly luxurious house, with people who are too pale to be water-tribe but have blue eyes, and wear weird robes. Zuko figures he was banished to this place, but he doesn't know what for, or what he can do to regain his honor, and these people are being so nice and gentle with him. Cue, confusion and panic.

Jason starts teaching Zuko English once he's conscious enough. The two grow closer, even if Zuko only grows more confused by learning. Once his bandages are removed, poor little prince ends up having a break down after seeing his reflection, one that Bruce walks in on. Que Overprotective BatDad, learning from a Zuko with Broken English skills, what, or who, gave the boy his scar. And yep, This kid was Bruce's now.

Zuko continues to heal, and eventually the holidays roll by. With the holidays came Dick Grayson, whom while still a hothead is trying to make a truce with Bruce for the sake of Jason, well, lets just say someone for got to tell him about the 12-year-old now living with them. Dick's temper gets the better of him and Zuko Get's spoked accidentally firebending at the Original robin. No one was hurt but Zuko still ran off, disappearing into the labyrinth of the manor. This situation is eventually resolved, and Zuko learns about the Batman, as Bruce offers to ask around the super community, and still very young Justice League, if there are other pyropaths who can help Zuko with learning control. Zuko doesn't want to at the moment as He's still getting used to everything else.

Eventually, Bruce makes Zuko his foster kid and with the help of the faked paper trail, gets him in school. He does well in math, as it is a universal (mulitversal lol) language, but Struggles with the other subjects, due to the language barrier and the fact that he's only ever had private tutors before. Everything is going well...

Then April rolls around. Jason and Bruce's relationship becomes strained, and eventually Jason learns about Shelia haywood, and goes looking for her. Jason says goodbye to Zuko before he leaves, and that he'll be bring a mom for them when he comes back. But everyone knows what happened. And instead of his brother Zuko gets a coffin. (sorry)

Months pass. Bruce trains Zuko, Just to make sure that his current youngest can protect himself, as Zuko refuses to put on the robin costume. Dick ends up spending more time at the manor, really trying to mend bridges after the tragedy. They live in this odd fog of grief, until one tiny Timothy Drake breaks into batcave with a resume and powerpoint explaining the need for a robin and offering himself to the position. Dick and Bruce pretty much go, "We can't just ignore this." because this kid is clearly being neglected. Tim is trained for Robin, wanting to follow in his hero's footsteps, and Zuko eventually decides to dawn his own cowl, as the Blue Spirit, because he can't let another Robin Die. that's where the first book ends.

2) second's installment is Keith's origin story.

Gotham after Zuko, starts to keep an eye out for souls they believe would thrive underneath their champion's care, even in worlds beyond their own. Gotham comes across one Keith Kogane, and right before Keith rams his fighter into the force shield at the end of season four, it isn't Lotor that comes to his rescue. Instead Gotham plucks the boy right out of the pilot seat and the pod still goes flying into the shield.

Keith is dumbed into an abandoned building, right in front of one on the run Cassandra Cain. Our angry little halfbred cupcake, has no idea, why a smoky person named Gotham has saved his life, or how they teleported him back to earth, but once he learns that this silent yet super sweet girl is being hunted by assassins, but he's not going to leave her alone. Besides she had seen him in his Blade uniform, and something is off with him. His fingers and jaw began to itch and ache, the odd vocal ticks he used to have as a kid come back with a vengeance, and his eyes water at night and whenever he looks at a light.

The two teenagers continue to travel, keeping out of sight from assassins and bonding. Keith for once has to be the talking one in a conversation, and Cass can obviously keep a secret, so keith doesn't hide anything from her. Besides once his teeth fall out and fangs grow in their place, his fingers bleed from growing a second set of retractable claws, and he gains a third eye lid, he can't really hide his mixed blood. Keith, talks, and starts to teach Cass how to read once he realized that she couldn't.

Eventually Keith learns about the city of Gotham, and feels a pull to go there. Once they are on route to the city the assassins, and stalkers get more and more intense, almost like they didn't want Keith and Cass to go there. This just makes Keith more determined. As the people after them won't want to follow them anymore if they were inside to Gotham territory. Sadly keith was wrong, the Assassins did follow them into the city, but now they were there to kill no capture, during the attack Batman, Robin and Blue Spirit show up.

At the end of the Keith finally has the pent up breakdown that has been right at his heels since the start of the story. Shouting about how his life doesn't make sense anymore, every since that smoky Gotham person snatched him, and Zuko goes, "you met Gotham?"

In the end, Bruce takes in both Keith and Cass, because both are sad traumatizes dark haired orphan even if both are legal adults his CAD (Compulsive Adoption Disorder) demands he keeps them, and while they don't know the motives of this Gotham Spirit, they create the code "Rapunzel". If any member of the family calls that code, it means that Gotham had dropped off another soul. Keith and Cass, become vigilantes. Cass is Black Bat, and with some modifications to his blade suit, Keith becomes Blade Bat.

3) Third installment! Jet's inclusion!

This one opens with Gotham watching over Jet while he dies from internal bleeding, and then the dark spirit vanishes away to make a deal with a certain other spirit...

Next thing Jet knows he's waking up in a Lazarus Pit. A woman with long dark hair and bright otherworldly green eyes, or as we know Talia Al Gaul, is pulling him out of it. She claims Jet as her own, even if Jet can't understand a word of what she is saying or what is happening.

Jason is also confused as to where Talia has found this frizzy-haired kid or why they were put in the pit or why Talia was training them with him. Once more Jason starts to teach a younger teen to speak in English, while Talia teaches, Jet Arabic and League speak. Jet struggles with Pit Rage, its even worse for him then with Jason. Mostly because Jet is much more frustrated with his situation. The sixteen-year-old wants to go home, he wants his troupe, the family he made after tragedy, he doesn't want to be here in this place, with a creepy woman who told him to all her mother, and a bunch of guys with way too many swords.

Jason is usually the one who has to deal with Jet's Rage, as Talia made them share a bedroom, and his big-brother instincts are slowly kicking in having been long dormant, it doesn't help that Jet is the age that Zuko would be if Jason had stayed at the manor. However, just as Jason is starting to connect with Jet, things go horribly wrong.

And here is where I'm going to take very heavy inspiration from the fic, "Jason and the Three Terrors", by, Cdephiki. I highly recommend this piece.

Talia runs into the boys' room in the middle of the night, waking them and telling them to pack. Ra's is getting to close to her plans and she doesn't want him to interfere with her children any longer. So, she gathers up Jason, Jet, Damian, Mara, and Athanasia and they flee into the mountains. Sadly though, Deathstroke catches up with them, and Talia is killed, leaving the Children to escape on their own. Jason and Jet have to navigate caring for three young children while running across Europe and Asia, meeting check point Talia had set up to help them disappear. At one of them Talia has left the Red Hood gear and helmet, and a nameless suit for Jet.

Eventually the League catches up with them, and they are forced to return to Gotham, (and on the plane ride, Jet learns that he gets Air-sick). Jason manages to get them a small apartment in Crime Alley, and they set up. He isn't comfortable with bring in the children into Bruce's care with the Joker still Alive, and Red Hood protector of Crime Alley is born, only this time he has a partner. His own dark reflection of Robin. Jet becomes White Hawk. The children are safe, Jason is cleaning up his home, Jet is more and more stable by the day. Things are good.

Until Ra's makes a reappearance. Assassins raids their apartment, and Jason and Jet are forces to run with the children in tow. Batman, Nightwing, robin (tim), Black Bat, Blade Bat, Spoiler and Blue Spirit intervene, thinking that Jet and Jason are kidnapping their own siblings. They get into a small scuffle, Until Ra's himself makes and appearance, with a bout a team of twenty assassins behind him. Once learning that Ra's wants the children and their connection to himself, Bruce completely forgets any ill will with Hood and Hawk and fights beside them in the presedeing brawl between the Assassins and bats.

Jason is run through during the chaos, and the bats retreat to the cave. for treatment. Bruce doesn't think twice about taking five children in at once, and he isn't about to be a deadbeat to his two bio children. Sure, Ra's will still be trying to hunt them down, but the Assassin's were beaten back for now. All is well..

Until Zuko takes his mask off...and Jet sees his golden eyes...

PTSD and Pit go into over drive and suddenly Zuko trying to die at the hands of Jet's blade. Keith, Bruce, Cass, Dick, and Tim, all jump into action holding Jet back. All of the younger kids are confused and on edge. The situation gets so bad that Bruce has to put Jet in a separate room, to keep the kids from killing each other, and to allow Thompkins to do her work and Save Jason.

Jason is stabilized (still knocked out), and Bruce takes control of the situation. He talks to the younger children first, getting their names and ensuring them that they'll be safe here. Alfred would make rooms for them, but everyone just wants to be by Jason's beside at the moment. Zuko approaches Bruce before, he leaves to speak with Jet, explaining what happened behind the attack. Zuko learned because Jet had slipped into Earth Kingdom Language during the attack, and Zuko recognized it, and all that Jet rambled about. Bruce reassures Zuko that he isn't at fault for Jet's trauma; he would've been a child during it after all. Then goes to speak to know a not Pit flooded, but still pissed off Jet.

They have a very informative discussion regarding, the differences between, vengeance and Justice, and Jet is of course emotionally adopted.

Later after Bruce, Dick, Zuko, and Jason reconcile and reunite. Zuko seeks out Jet, and apologizes for the fire nation's actions. There's little Zuko can do and what he has done isn't much, but he wants peace in his home, and him and Jet fighting would stop that. Jet Agrees to be civil, but they would never be family. Zuko is fine with that.

The next will either be the fourth or fifth installment, because I might do a self-indulgent, Jason/OFC fic in between these, but that remains to be seen....

4) Fourth/fifth Installment - Thomas Wayne, Flashpoint Batman

Gotham is watching one of the flashpoint time lines, watching crumble and shatter. For while Thomas was a good substitute, he would never achieve the full potential of the proper champion, forming an unstable reality. Only this time they don't allow Thomas (and maybe Martha I'm still 50/50 on whether she survives) to perish with in his reality. Gotham offers a second chance at family, or Thomas can go the way of his dopplegangers.

I think we all know which choice he takes...

There's nothing that groundbreaking that happens in this installment, just Thomas reconnecting with Alfred and Bruce, meeting the children and bruce's fiance (I ship BatCat and the relationship will be subtly developed on the side of the series). Thomas hangs up the cowl and works a more support team roll in the family, Tompkins isn't always available after all, and someone has to help Alfred watch the little ones who are either benched, injured, or not patrol ready.

5) Fifth/Sixth installment - Batman Beyond

Yep Terry is getting on this crazy train-wreck of the family, not just him though...Dana, Max, and Matt get swooped up too.

Once more Gotham is watching as a Beyond timeline is slowly breaking apart. The city is crumbling from non-stop earth quakes, satellites are zapping everything and Terry barely has had the time to rescue his loved ones from the chaos. Max was ready to go when he came for her. Dana needed more convincing, and Terry had to take his mask off to get her to come with him. Matt and Ms. Mcginnis....Terry only managed to get Matt out of the house, before the place went up in smoke.

The cave was the only place he could take them, but the batmoblie is shot out of the sky, just as they enter Wayne property. Terry yells at everyone to run into the manor, telling them to get to the cave through the clock, before confronting the one that shot them down. Blight (I think that's Powers' name), whom is supposed to be dead (fic taking place like mid season three) leaps out and he and Terry clash. During the fight, Terry's cowl get pulled down, and his suit is punctured. Blight eventually gets the upper hand to terry having already been injured in the crash, pick the teenager up by his neck and flinging him across the battlefield. Gotham steps in by this point, killing Blight by devoring him slowly with a swarm of supernatural bats. Terry makes a break for it running inside the manor.

Inside Old Man Wayne, explains what's happening, the timeline is breaking down, and there isn't anything the can to to stop it. Gotham appears in the cave, and Wayne recognizes them. He asks Gotham to spare the children, Gotham agrees after all Wayne has served as her faithful champion for decades, its time they pay him back. Terry tries to argue that he should saved too. Wayne disagrees, saying that he has sins to pay for and he doesn't have long anyway. After a farewell, Gotham, takes Terry, Max, Matt, Dana, and Ace, whirling them away to another more stable dimension.

The group lands in crime ally, in an ally (heh). It's late at night, and cold out. Terry barely makes it a few steps before the adrenaline wares off, and he collapses. Dana stays with him, while Max, Matt, and Ace go looking for help. Long story, short, they get jumped, but Red Hood and White Hawk don't allow kids to get hurt in their ally. Max sees the bat on Hood's uniform, and asks if he knows batman. Hood said he's bat adjacent. And Max grabs his arm and starts to drag him to where Terry and Dana are. Hood is so confused by this action he just freezes, but he's running full speed once he hears Matt say his brother's hurt.

They pretty quickly deduce that Terry's outfit is not a costume, and they call a code Rapunzel. Bruce rushes over to the scene, and after determining that Terry is stable. Takes, them back to the cave (Red Hood and White Hawk riding behind them on Hood's cycle). Bruce gets the run-down of what happened from Terry, during the ride, though Bruce does try to tell him it can weight until after he's seen a doc. Kid doesn't listen, only continues to talk until he's hit with a wave of nausea.

Once at the cave, Terry is handed off to Thomas, and Bruce takes care of the minor cuts and bruises the others have. Max takes up the role of explaining everything, as she was closest to the batman beyond team, other then terry...Then Thomas comes running out ordering everyone to take a decontamination shower. Jet and Jason take Matt while Cass (who was in the cave) took the girls into the respective locker rooms. Thomas diagnoses Terry with acute radiation sickness.

The rest of this fic would be terry slowly recovering and the others adjusting. Matt would be coming to terms with his mother's death, and getting close to his new siblings, especially Damian, Athansia, and Mara as they are the closest in age. Max meets Oracle, begins to train underneath her. Dana, feels out of control and after talking with Selina agrees to get training so she can protect herself. It would end, with the whole family playing rooftop tag on Terry's first patrol.

The next two installments

they would pretty much be follow ups to Zuko/Keiths realities and how they plan on getting their angsty boys back.

Iroh, would get Aang to translate the scroll that Gotham left behind, and a very reluctant John Constantine, sends the Gaang to Gotham.

On Keith's side, Lance and Matt are really ticked off by Shiro (kuron) behavior, and this leads to them digging to find out what is really going on. Red contacts lance through his dreams and tells him that Keith is still alive, and Black is waiting for him. This only furthers Lance and Matt to push forward, Krolia joins them after learning about the name of the former Red Paladin and leaves her mission to go find her son. Eventually they get the real Shiro back, and all he wants to see Keith. The search continues....

Well that's all the planning I have. I did play around with the Idea of Mirabel from Encanto getting picked by Gotham but I'm not sure if it would work. What do you think? is this a good idea to dive deeper into.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Bar Shots

kai parker x reader

summary: your newest coworker takes his staring problem further up a notch

tags: bar / bartender!kai, public masturbation, inappropriate workplace behavior

word count: 1.3k

a/n: idk why i wrote this, i'm so sorry. also, this is the fic where i was gonna use a mon-el gif, but i gave up on that 😅

Your co-worker is always staring at you. Every time you look at him, he looks away, but you can feel his gaze on you whenever your head is turned. Other workers, too, have mentioned it. They’ve reported him walking into walls or dropping glasses because his attention is on you instead of his chores. The manager has a close eye on him, but there’s nothing he can really do aside from asking him to stop. Kai, of course, hasn’t stopped. 

It doesn’t bother you, though. Matt assumes it’s because you have a high patience. You’re well trained in crass behavior and stupidity, so the young witch’s staring is just another nuisance. Matt had laughed in admiration when you only shrugged after he told you about his talk with the boy. Your defiant attitude to this behavior is why he has you train the newbies. No matter what shit they pull, you’re never fazed. 

However as you’ll soon find out, Kai is a whole new category of bold. All the boys stare, some pull pranks, others make a suggestive joke every two minutes, and a few have spanked your ass as they’ve passed. But none have ever gone as far as the newest member of your team has on his second week in training. For the first time in four years, you’re actually stunned. 

In theory, it’s so bad you should report it. One report, and he would be fired immediately. No second chances, no time to explain, he would be out. And if it were anyone else, you would have. Not because he’s a sociopath; not because he’s a witch, but just because he’s so dang cute, and for some reason, you kind of like him. 

It’s just the two of you on shift that night. The restaurant closed hours ago, but the bar had just emptied in the last ten minutes. It’s Kai’s third day of working past closing, where you are showing him how to clean up the bar after the customers have left. He’s been learning quickly, and knows enough that you feel comfortable leaving him up front while you work in the kitchen. There’s a little window where you can keep an eye on him, where dishes are put to be taken out to tables. Though, it seems, Kai uses it to keep an eye on you, too. 

One minute, he’s diligently cleaning. You have no idea what happened between that minute and the next, but the second time you poke your head up, your eyes go wide. The shot glass he has been rinsing sits abandoned on the counter. Water droplets top the rim, but his hands aren’t reaching for the paper towels. Instead, they are around his cock. As soon as you realize what you were seeing, you drop to the counter, hiding your face. Your body burns with embarrassment as you debate what to say to put an end to whatever he’s doing. 

But before you can, a soft moan escaped the lips of the boy only a few feet away. The sound of him spitting reaches your ears, followed quickly by a visceral wet noise as he runs his hands along his length. His hips jut up against the counter, and you can hear the wood reverberating as he rocks his body against it. Light moans become more heavy. Then, your name spills from his lips. 

Your blood runs cold. A chill goes throughout your body at the same time a lightheadedness clouds your mind. As asinine as his behavior is in that moment, your body tingles with a sense of pleasure. Your head forms a picture of him, though it begs for you to get a glimpse for yourself. 

Biting your tongue, you slowly stand back up until you are eye level with the open window. Seeing the real thing is so much better than the image in your head. He’s rock hard and red, pushing the head of his cock into the counter. The way he stands gives you a small view of his ass, which is as plump as you expect it would be by the tight jeans he wears. Of course, you’ve looked him up and down before, but you have never sexualized the man until this moment. 

“Fuck,” he whines between his teeth, “Y/N.”

You involuntarily flick your tongue up in your mouth. The urge to interrupt him is strong. To go out there and help. To taste him; to squeeze and pinch and slap his cheeks. You refrain, remembering just how unprofessional this entire thing is. 

“Hey-” You try to stop him, but the words dry up in your throat. Your clit begs to be touched, though you ignore it. 

Kai doesn’t seem to have heard even your attempts at speaking. He’s completely focused on his feat, not slowing down for a second. You watch him, unable to tear your eyes away, as he brings himself closer to finishing. You can tell by the way his movements get sloppy and sweat beads at his forehead. He’s moaning louder now, too. A guttural sound that’s impossible to ignore. 

In the next minute, he comes. It shoots onto the countertop and his whole body relaxes at once. His cheeks still, no longer jiggling from the friction, and his eyes roll back in his head. You duck, not wanting him to catch you watching. 

Kai seems to start cleaning himself up after a couple of minutes. You can hear him tinkering around the bar, though you’re not brave enough to look up yet. In that time, though, you have a second realization with yourself about how inappropriate that was. How you’ll surely be fired for letting it happen. How it’s probably on the cameras, and you’ll both be fucked if someone’s watching - not literally. 

So, with a deep breath, you put on your best authoritative face and straighten your clothes. You pick up a bar rag just for character, and then walk into the main area. 

“How are you doing in here?” You maintain your composure upon seeing his pink-ish face. Luckily, he’s all cleaned up. His pants are back on, and the cum is no longer dirtying the counter. 

“Good. I made you a shot.”

“Kai, we’re working. This is not the time for shots.”

“It’s closing hours. Live a little.”

“There’s a camera right there. We could both get fired.”

His face pales, but he recovers quickly. “It was a long day. One shot won’t hurt.”

“Fine. But you’re explaining it to Matt if he asks.”

“Okay.” He hands you the shot glass he had cleaned a while back. 

“What is it?”

“Blow job shot, the one with the coffee and stuff in it.”

“That’s suggestive, considering how co-workers have reported you on several occasions because of the way you stare at me.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. It’s late, I thought you’d enjoy the coffee and alcohol mix. The first thing you do on shift is pour yourself a cup of coffee.”

You give him a ‘why do you know that’ look, to which he just shrugs. Your attention then falls to the shot in his hand. The whipped cream looks a little sad, and you suddenly think you know where his shot of cum mysteriously went.

“Alright,” you sigh, taking it from his hands. He watches you shoot it back, eyes on your throat for proof of a swallow.

“Did I do it right?” The bartender in training asks.

You set the glass on the counter, then nod. “Mostly right. It was a little salty, but the coffee and alcohol portions were correct.”

“Oh. Wait, so how do I fix that?”

“Maybe use whipped cream,” you look him in the eye, “instead of cum, when you serve it to customers.”

Kai’s eyes go wide as he realizes you know. You take advantage of his stunned silence to slip past him, smacking him on the ass as you go, and disappear to another part of the bar. The smirk on your face stays for the rest of the night. 

[dracocheesecake]

Can you write a drunk Kai fic?

Can I?! 👀

Warning: Some foul language, drunkenness, slightly suggestive innuendo

It was a nice night out: clear skies, the moonlight nothing short of inviting. The lanterns of the nearby town glowed warmly, red and yellow, beckoning the weary soldier forth to partake in what it had to offer. You just had to go out.

That was how Oogway had justified it to Kai, though really, he didn't need an excuse; for one who usually fussed so much over his rank, he never did miss an opportunity for drinks and women. Oogway barely had to say anything before Kai tossed aside the weapons he had been polishing and strolled out of the tent they shared with a small bag of money, bouncing it lightly in one hoof.

"Drinks on me," was all he said- and who was Oogway to refuse such an offer?

A few drinks in, though, he was starting to have his regrets. He counted from recent memory how many shots they had each taken from the clay jug set on their table. For himself: two. For Kai: four.

It was cheap huangjiu, and possibly even watered down. Oogway wasn't even feeling tipsy yet. Kai had had only four shots, and none too quick in succession of each other; He couldn't have gotten that drunk so quickly, not with his size, especially with their meal.

Oogway gently picked up the jug. It was still warm, and barely empty. He swished the wine around, then glanced up at Kai again. He was giggling to himself, a wide smile plastered on his face, the likes of which Oogway had never before seen from him. He chattered more than ever, too, apparently about nothing in particular- probably the heifers sitting not far from them- Oogway was too worried to notice.

He now had a problem on his hands. The longer he spent with Kai, the more apparent it became. They had leave, yes, but only for a certain time; they needed to be back to relieve their compatriots of the morning patrol before too long, and if they didn't show up at time- or showed up drunk, unable to serve- the punishment would be severe.

Oogway took the jug and subtly poured the rest of its contents into a potted plant nearby. Kai hadn't noticed- when he finally tore his eyes off the women in the bar, he just picked up the empty jug and tried to pour it into his cup. His brow furrowed in consternation. He tried a few more times, then peeked into the jug. He looked up at Oogway, with such an inappropriately woebegone expression that Oogway nearly burst into laughter.

"Where did the wine go?" He asked.

Oogway choked back his chortles. "...You drank it all, Kai," he said.

The bull blinked. "I did?"

"Yep. Every drop. Now let's head back. We've done what we came here to do, and we still have patrol. Maybe the walk will sober you up."

Kai snorted, that dopey smile returning. "I'm not drunk. Night's young. Lighten up. Besides, we haven't done everything there's to do yet."

That grin became a little more salacious, and he tossed his head towards a small group of heifers seated at a table nearby.

"What do you think?"

"I think we need to get going before the sergeant finds out we're not at our posts."

Kai glanced at Oogway, and his eyes widened. For one hopeful moment, he thought that maybe he had finally gotten through to him- a hope that was quickly dashed.

"Of course! You probably don't like heifers, huh? I don't know what you prefer."

He grinned again, then leaned over the table until Oogway could smell the faint hint of alcohol on his breath. His voice lowered into a conspiratorial whisper (or what Kai probably thought was a whisper).

"What do you like, Oogway? Anyone here catch your eye? Maybe that croc over there with the long tail, or that turtle with the nice curve to her shell, hmmm?"

He winked, and Oogway felt both abashed and annoyed at the same time. He rolled his eyes and pushed Kai so that he slumped back into his seat. The bull giggled, stomping his hooves. Oogway sighed and pinched the space between his brows. Already a headache was forming.

"We're getting you out of here," he grumbled under his breath, "with luck, by the time I drag your ass back to camp the sun will only be just beginning to rise."

He got up and grabbed Kai's arm, then somehow managed to get him out of the bar. They were standing in the street, and Oogway turned to him, about to grab him and resume the attempt to get back, but then Kai suddenly grabbed his face.

Oogway at first froze, confused. Then Kai started squeezing his face between the clefts on his hooves that acted as his forefinger and thumb.

"...I've never noticed before," he said, "but you're really squishy. What's up with that?"

He pulled on Oogway's cheeks, pinched them, squeezed them again, and continued to pull them. "Soooooooo squishy. OH!"

His eyes widened. "That's what the shell's for!" He released Oogway's face and then knocked on the shell, sending reverberations down his spine.

"PROTECT THE SQUISHY PARTS!" Kai laughed boisterously, then nearly lost his footing and stumbled back. Oogway reached for him, but Kai caught himself, leaning forward and putting his weight on Oogway. He chuckled.

"What d'ya need armor for, dumbass? You already have some!" Then he cackled again.

At this point, bending a little under Kai's weight, Oogway contemplated just whopping his ass and leaving him here, damn the consequences; but then he remembered that he was his friend, and he actually liked him too much (when he was sober) to see him face corporal punishment.

Or embarrassment. There was another band of soldiers, people they knew from their regimen, just coming down the street. If they saw Kai like this, as a drunken fool, he would never live it down. Without thinking, he shoved the yak into a runoff ditch in the side of the road and jumped in after him. It was dark out, and the lamps weren't that bright; if they laid low, they could get away without notice...

And then Kai burst into song.

Oogway would have been more shocked and impressed, if the timing weren't so terrible; Again, he wondered to himself why he bothered with him, and again had to appraise their budding friendship. Yet again (though with a little more effort of will this time), he recalled that he actually liked Kai. He wasn't a bad singer, either.

With that in mind, Oogway managed to drag Kai up the other side of the ditch before they were seen, and then they were in an alleyway, and from there out into a field. Conveniently, the moment they were alone was the time Kai stopped singing. He stumbled into a rice paddy, gasped, and started stomping, sending muddy water splashing everywhere.

"GAAAH! FUCK! WET!" He jumped up and immediately began clambering onto Oogway's shell- as best someone of his size could attempt on someone so much smaller than him. In other circumstances- if it had been someone else- Oogway would have laughed; now, though, being the one bearing the full, crushing brunt of Kai's weight, he failed to see the humor in it.

"It is WET, Oogway! SO WET!" Kai was saying.

Oogway tried to shrug the yak off, but he clambered up further and nearly sent them both tumbling. Oogway barely managed to set them back to rights. His legs were about to buckle, but he held on, groaning as Kai settled awkwardly on his shell.

"Yeah," he said, voice strained. "It's a rice field. It's supposed to be. Now get down from there! I'm not going to carry you."

Kai clung to him tighter and adjusted his balance. "I carry you all the time, do this one thing for me!"

"I'm not 700 pounds, Kai!"

"I'M 760!"

"Yeah- heavy!"

Kai snorted disdainfully, and a note of faint sobriety came through. "You're just weak! See, this is what I get, for wasting my time on a scrap of-"

Oogway chuckled and slapped the back of Kai's thigh. "There, see? You're sobering up some. Good. Maybe that means you can walk yourself." His legs were shaking under him, but he was holding out.

Kai grunted and started squirming. "DID YOU JUST SLAP MY ASS, MOTHERFUCKER? DO I LOOK LIKE A HOR-"

Kai overbalanced himself, and Oogway helped, gladly ridding himself of the burden. Kai flipped, landing on his back in the rice patty with a loud, harsh, wet slap. Now Oogway did laugh, finally- but not for long. It fell to him once more to get Kai up and onto his hooves, and the trek began again. This time Kai, perhaps humbled by the mudbath, remained blissfully silent.

By some miracle they had arrived to the outer perimeters, and by another only just managed to get in right on time to relieve their compatriot. But the night was not yet over- their superior would be over at some point, to check to see that they were both awake and at their posts; if they could just manage that, then would the ordeal finally be over.

Oh, but nothing could be that simple, could it? Snoring sounded off to his right, snoring he had begun to recognize, since he and Kai had been forced to share a tent. He turned, but Kai was standing on his feet. He couldn't have been the source of the sound; and yet, there could be no mistake.

Oogway furrowed his brow. The lamps were dim here, and spaced out far, allowing them a good swath of darkness where they were. Kai was standing, yes, but he was leaning on his heels, and his head was lolling back on his shoulders. He reached up to shake him, just to see...

"Attention!"

Oogway jumped and immediately turned to salute to their superior officer. The rhino seemed to be glaring down at them suspiciously- but then Oogway remembered that it was quite dark out, and that was just his usual expression, besides. Even still, he prayed to the gods to have mercy, and not let him pay close attention. Oogway saw him turn his head sharply towards Kai, and then he realized in a panic that Kai, being asleep still, hadn't saluted.

Oogway surreptitiously reached over and puppeted Kai's elbow, jerking his arm in a way that would hopefully pass as a salute in the dark. It worked; their superior officer let out a pleased snort and nodded towards them.

"Very good," he said, "keep this vigilance up, and the two of you will go far. At ease, soldiers."

Then he turned on his heel and left. Only then did Oogway breathe out a sigh of relief. For the rest of the watch, he let Kai doze off, and took full advantage of the luxury of silence. He watched as the world lightened into gray around them, and a thin sliver of sun began to peek over the horizon. The shadow of a fellow soldier was coming over to relieve them, and only then did Oogway venture to wake Kai.

He nudged him so he almost tipped over. "Kai, wake up."

Kai stumbled, snorting, then looked at Oogway, blinking slowly. "Hrm?"

"Come on. Let's go to bed."

Kai yawned and nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Bed...? Hrm?...Sure, sounds good." He yawned again, stumbled, and then caught himself. Oogway then realized that Kai still wasn't entirely sober.

He sighed and took his arm, the dried mud from the rice patties crumbling into his palm where it wasn't completely matted in Kai's fur- but he could worry about getting him clean later. Right now, he just wanted to sleep. He guided them both through the maze of tents until finally finding their own, and he pushed Kai inside before going in himself. After that, he didn't bother with him anymore; he flopped onto his cot and retreated into his shell, ready to forget the world in hard-earned slumber.

But then he felt Kai's weight land heavily next to him, and then one of his arms laid over his shell and pulled him in close. At first Oogway could only lay there, paralyzed by confusion- and even further when Kai started making some sort of noise. It was soft, seeming to originate from deep in either Kai's belly or chest. It would start up one moment, continue in a low growl, then fade away before starting up again; but it wasn't snoring this time.

And that night, Oogway learned four things:

Kai was a light weight.

He was a cuddler.

He could sing.

And yaks purr.