#green street fanfiction

[spyrkle4]

Chapter 15 of Karmi's Camden Adventure, the Great Rescue, is now out for reading!

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[wendydarlingfics]

Title: Caged

Author: Liz

Chapter: 33/34

Word Count: 2,253

Rating: R/MA

Genre: Horror/Thriller/Drama/Angst

Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations, Character

Summary: It has been months since the fall of the farm and now everyone is just trying to find a safe place. But is that truly possible? The group may also soon find out that there is worse things out there in the world than the walkers…humans themselves.

Excerpt: He'd turned and almost bitten her and that was an image she had to live with forever.

Read: Chapter Thirty-Three

[nerdieforpedro]

Look at Pete! Inspiring the little ones to take the studies seriously. Some of them anyway. 😌 Lightening is unpredictable like that. I’m all the way in!

Like My Dreams

Part 1

Intro

Pairing: Pete Dunham x female reader

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Mentions of a broken leg, use of crutches. Bruises and cuts. Swearing. Alcohol consumption and use of pain medication. Discussions of fighting.

Summary: Life is getting back to normal for Pete, including going back to work and participating in his first scrap since almost getting killed, and little does he know that an unexpected person is going to step in and show him that while football is life, there may be more to life than just football.

After moving home to help your sister with your nephew, Jack, after her divorce, you meet his bruised, but gorgeous teacher, and later discover you're connected in more ways than one.

A/N: Part 1 is here!! Pete deserves the world and I'm using this fic as a way to rebuild his for him.

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"Have you heard from the Yank at all, there, Peg Leg?" Swill asked through a grin, ducking when Pete raised his arm up in an attempt to hit him.

"Aye, I'll beat you with my crutch, you cunt," he threatened, turning away for a split second before making a quick jab at his mate with the proposed weapon, making Swill jump and spill his beer. "And yes, I have. Turns out our Yank mate has sought his revenge and managed to get a recording of that geezer Jeremy admitting he put the blame on him, so he's right back into Harvard now and will be graduating soon as."

"Ahh, result!" Swill cheered, clanking his glass against Pete's before extending his arm out to cheers with Ned and then Ike.

"Gonna be a proper Journo now."

"Good on him," Ike nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. Says he's planning a visit back across the pond soon as he's done," Pete explained.

"Oi, when are you going back to work, Pete?" Dave asked, handing him a fresh pint before taking a sip of his own.

Pete took a long drink, tilting his head to the side and shrugging slightly as he swallowed his beer. "Soon, I hope. Apparently the little lads have been giving the substitute a right time. I already had to go in and give 'em the what-for…tell 'em to be nice while I'm away."

"Bloody buggers," Dave sighed, shaking his head.

"Told them I'd taught them better than that." Pete took another sip, wiping his mouth with his hand. "Their response was that they wouldn't have to be such shits if she wasn't such an old, miserable cow."

"Yeah, there's no doubt you're their role model, then eh?" Dave laughed.

Pete shrugged in agreement, finding no point in arguing.

"Once I get out of this cast I can go back in," he explained, turning and leaning his back against the bar. "I'm itching to get back to it, but more just to get out of Steve and Shannon's place."

"That bad?"

He sighed, choosing his words carefully, "Shannon is being nice to me for the first time ever, but they fuss constantly. It'll just be nice to go home."

"Yeah, all in time, mate." Dave clapped his shoulder, happy Pete was being cared for and wasn't spending the long days of recovery alone.

There were days his leg ached like hell, and after ditching his crutches about a week ago, Pete sometimes wished he still had them to lean on. He sat on the edge of his desk, reading out loud to the class from there rather than pacing through the desks like he had been, his limp becoming more and more noticeable with each step, but despite the pain from the long days of being back on his feet, he was grateful to be back in his classroom with life pretty much back to normal.

Being back in his flat helped with his overall recovery too, having felt desperate to get out of Steve and Shannon's stuffy place and in the familiar comforts of his own, having appreciated time spent with them and his sweet nephew Ben, but ultimately relieved to relish in the peace and quiet.

The bell rang, signaling the end of their school day, and Pete marked his page and closed the book, glancing at the clock in slight disbelief that the day was already over.

"Okay, boys, we'll pick up there tomorrow," he announced, collecting some papers on his desk as his class packed up their notebooks and began filing out of the room. "And remember your assignments are due on my desk first thing Tuesday morning, so get cracking on them!" he shouted over their excited voices, some of them moaning in disappointment over their homework.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see a text from Bov confirming their plans to meet at the pub later for beers, and excitement buzzed through him knowing that in two more days, West Ham was playing Manchester at home. The two firms hadn't seen each other since the GSE surprised them at the station and embarrassed the hell out of them, and word was that they were gunning for a comeback more than ever. Pete knew he would have to be careful, but the thought of getting back into fighting and experiencing that rush as his firm kicked the shit out of the other's whose bruised pride had never recovered from the last time made him feel like he was close to invincible.

"I don't know why you keep eating it, then, Bov," Pete scolded, walking through the doors of The Abbey with his mate who kept going on about his sore stomach, unable to help the laugh at his expense as he watched him hold his gut and beeline it right for the toilets.

"What's the matter with him?" Dave asked, nodding in Bovver's direction as he struggled to get by other patrons.

Pete shook his head and sighed, "Bloody guy insists on ordering the hottest curry going and then fucking complains about his insides turning as soon as he's stuffed it down."

"He'll never learn, will he?"

"Nah, serves him right," Pete chuckled, clanging his glass against Dave's after being handed it.

"I don't know about you boys, but I am more than ready for the weekend," Ike said exasperatedly, "work has been kicking my ass."

"You best be rested up for our big event on Saturday…" Dave warned, earning a scoff from him.

"Yeah, yeah, you know I'm good for it. When have I ever let us down?"

Dave opened his mouth to quip at him, but started laughing when Ike shoved his arm and directed his attention to Pete. "What about you, eh? You feeling up to it?"

"Mate," he said pointedly, his eyebrow raised, "more than I ever have." Pete grinned, knowing each of them would be keeping extra close watch on him despite him feeling like no one would be able to knock him to the ground.

"I've been trying to get Fiona down here for some drinks," Swill started to explain, "her bestie is here staying with her for a bit and said they were looking to go out on the pull-"

"Aye, I'll show your sister a good time," Ned interrupted, causing Swill to glare at him seriously.

"Don't you fucking think for a second you're gonna touch my sister."

Pete laughed into his beer, listening to the two of them carry on until Keith interrupted them.

"Isn't she the hot one that moved away a few years back?"

"Yeah, that's the one," Swill confirmed.

"Oi, she's fit as fuck," Ned chimed in, making a crude gesture with his hands.

"She's here helping her sister out with her nephew or something, I dunno," Swill nonchalantly explained. "I keep telling her that Fi's place is too cramped and she should come stay with me."

"In your dreams!" Pete laughed, "Poor girl would be traumatized if she spent more than five minutes with you."

"Yeah, well, you'll just see when she comes 'round, eh. I'm very charming when I need to be."

"The only charm you're going to have is when you're helping me kick the snot out of Manchester's top bloke." Pete wrapped his arm around Swill's shoulders and necked the rest of his pint, the exhilaration of the upcoming match and fight already tingling through his veins.

"Fucking right, mate!" Swill cheered, patting Pete on the back aggressively to help pump him up even more.

Saturday turned out to be one of the best days Pete could remember having. The Hammers won 2-0 and him and the boys made the ruck afterward almost look too easy, but it didn't go without it's evidence.

He looked at his bruised reflection in the mirror, having missed seeing various shades of red and blue marking his face, his skin tender as he pulled the razor down over it before rinsing it off under the tap. He smiled to himself in thinking a clean shave would make up for his appearance when he showed up to school that morning, the colours even more pronounced than they were yesterday, having already earned glares from other staff members as he walked through the hallways to his classroom. The little lads always got a kick out of seeing their teacher's battle wounds unlike the Headmaster, but Pete still did his best to set a good example for them and prove to everyone that even a Weekend Warrior could maintain his professionalism. Pete winced when he went over a cut on his cheek, making blood spring from it again, and washing the remaining shaving cream off his cheeks and chin, he dried his face and went through to his bedroom to get dressed.

"Have a good day, Jack!" you smiled, watching your nephew climb out of the back seat of your car, thinking how dapper he looked in his neatly ironed school uniform and finding how he styled his hair with a bit of gel too sweet. He was growing up so quickly, ten going on fourteen it seemed like some days, and despite the circumstances, you were grateful to be around him more. There was no doubt that the split between your sister and his dad was tough on him, but overall he seemed to be coping okay, and you hoped a small bit of it was because his one and only amazing Aunt was there to help look after him. Part of your designated duties were to drop him off and pick him up from school and football practices, your work hours more flexible and easier to line up with his activities than your sister's, and it was the least you felt you could do to help out.

"Thanks, Auntie."

"You've got your football gear, right?" you called out through the passenger window you quickly rolled down before he got too far from the car.

"Yup," he confirmed, holding up his cleats and giving his backpack a shrug to keep over his shoulder.

"Okay, then, I'll see you at half four when practice is over. Maybe we'll go grab a bite and see a film?"

He scowled, "The match is on tonight!"

You raised your hands in mercy, "May the football gods forgive me!"

It earned a laugh from him, making you smile, the little 'see ya!' he gave you as he turned and ran off toward the building enough to make your Tuesday feel a little less mundane.

Glancing out of the corner of your eye at the backseat as you reached for your purse, you did a double-take, noticing Jack's lunch bag and homework left forgotten on the seat.

"Shit!" you hissed before giving a long sigh, looking out the window for any sign he was still around.

He was long gone into the school now, forcing you to switch your car off and take it inside, and you trotted down the pathway quickly in your heels so as not to be late to work yourself.

Something had cheesed-off the secretary already this morning, and with little to no help from her, you took it upon yourself to wander down the hallways in search of Jack's homeroom.

"You alright there, Jack?" Pete asked, passing out a worksheet on each desk, his concern growing after noticing the sulk on the boy's face. He looked like he was about to cry, having finished rooting through his bag for the second time since he'd gotten into class, clearly searching for something that wasn't there.

"I don't have my assignment." There was so much defeat in the poor kid's voice, and Pete couldn't bring himself to be cross with him even if he wanted to be.

"It's alright, mate, you can hand it in tomorrow."

When that didn't seem to ease his troubles over it, Pete crouched down beside his desk, his leg complaining as he did.

"You did do it, yeah?"

"Yes," Jack confirmed, his disappointment not fading. "I think I left it in my Aunt's car."

"Right, then there's nothing else to be done about it for now, eh? Mistakes happen, I won't knock any marks off for it."

"I forgot mine, too, Mr. Dunham," the boy sitting behind Jack called out.

"No you did not, Louis," Pete said through a wince as he stood. "The only thing you forgot was to actually do it."

Louis, along with all the other boys, laughed, the kid being famous for never handing in anything on time or simply neglecting to do half the assignments tasked in the first place, his admission not coming as a surprise to Pete.

About to explain the instructions on the pages he had just handed out, Pete was interrupted by a light knock and the door opening, making all of them pause to look at the slightly embarrassed, but extremely beautiful woman who was disrupting their class.

"I'm so sorry," you began, smiling in your bashfulness. You looked directly at Jack, making Pete swivel on the spot he stood on to follow your gaze before looking back at you with a big grin on his face, watching as you held up a folder containing what had to be his forgotten assignment.

"Looks like you've got yourself a guardian angel, mate," Pete smirked, limping over to the door where he opened it more for you.

You apologized again, but somehow couldn't wipe the smile from your face as you got lost in Jack's teacher's vibrantly blue eyes, the colour seemingly enhanced and appearing almost fake due to the reddish bruises that surrounded them.

"Don't give it another thought," he assured you, looking back at you with a similar amusement before reaching his hand out to take the folder decorated with West Ham United stickers from you.

More bruises and cuts decorated his knuckles, making you wonder what the hell this man got up to when he wasn't teaching your nephew, and you made a mental note to ask Jack questions about it all later.

"You've forgotten your lunch, too," you spoke, peeling your eyes away from the man who made butterflies flutter violently in your stomach. Jack trotted up to the front of the class where you stood, taking the bag from you sheepishly.

"Jack, you're a very lucky lad," Pete began, moving to perch on the edge of his desk. "I don't have anyone bringing me my lunch if I've left it."

You shrugged and nervously tucked your hands in the pockets of your jacket now that they were free, biting your lower lip to try to stop yourself from smiling more.

"I won't take up anymore of your time," you said to the impossibly handsome teacher, maintaining eye contact with him as you took a step backwards toward the door, praying your feet didn't betray you. "Sorry, again, for the disruption."

"Not a problem at all," he said slowly through another bright grin, his head tilting curiously as he crossed his arms over his chest while you walked through the door, closing it behind you.

The second it latched you heard the entire class erupt in a long 'ooooooo', jeering their teacher as any group of ten-year-old boys would for talking to a girl, making you smile even more when you heard him shush them and chuckle lightly before continuing on with his lesson.

10:47 Fiona: We're going to the pub tonight.

10:49 You: …

10:49 Fiona: I said, we're going to the pub tonight. That's an order.

10:51 You: Fine.

10:51 Fiona: Don't be mardy. We need to get out of the house. I promise to show you a good time.

10:51 Fiona: Plus, there's a match on, so it'll be full of fit lads.

10:52 You: Is that really your main selling point?

10:52 Fiona: Yes. We'll see which of us can get the most free drinks.

11:09 Fiona: I'm taking your silence as a yes.

11:09 Fiona: Maybe you'll even get a snog or a shag in the toilets!

11:17 You: I swear you're a bigger perv than your brother.

Tucking your phone back inside your desk drawer, you bit the inside of your cheek and sighed out deeply, trying to regain concentration on the computer screen in front of you, but it was helpless. All you could think about was the fraction of a possibility of seeing Jack's teacher there, the teacher whose name you didn't even know, out of the simple fact that he probably spent his time outside of school in a pub watching football as most men did. Even if he did happen to be in that exact pub, in that exact part of London, on that exact night, the chances of him being there without a woman, or many, hanging off his arm were slim. Maybe he was even engaged or married, happily at home on a Tuesday night with his missus…

Regardless of your speculations, you continued to think of the way he had looked at you, letting this silly and unexpected fantasy get the better of you, recounting every moment of your meet-cute and how unbelievable it would be to find yourself tangled up with the likes of him. Had you exaggerated the glint in his eyes and the brightness of his smile, or how he made your whole body tingle with that nervous-excitement enough to feel like you were floating?

With another sigh, you willed yourself to get a grip, needing to get something accomplished in your workday, the chances of seeing him outside the school slim.

Still, a girl could dream, and smiling to yourself, you secretly thanked your friend for her persistence in taking you out.

Several very distracted hours later, you pulled up beside the pitch outside the school, seeing a small mob of boys in various coloured jerseys running around it, and your eyes immediately found and fixed on the tall coach that was unmistakably the same man who had occupied your mind all day.

You sat for only a couple of minutes before their practice was over, watching the banged-up teacher with a hitch in his step walk around collecting pylons while the boys ditched their jersey's into a bag and started to clean up their belongings piled near the fence.

Jack ran to your car even though his bags were far too heavy for him to be, and seeing how sweaty he was along with the muddy stains covering his gym gear, you wondered how many of these pick-ups it would take until your car began to smell like gross footy equipment.

"How was it?" you asked when he hauled on the door and threw his stuff in, flopping himself into he back seat before shutting the door and putting on his seatbelt.

"Good. Thanks for bringing my assignment, you're a legend."

"Don't I know it," you winked at him, taking one last look over at his teacher who just so happened to be staring at you, and you felt yourself flush from head to toe as you tore your gaze away from him and blinked into reality, putting your car in gear and driving off.

You were quiet for a couple of minutes, debating quizzing your nephew about his teacher, and ultimately decided there was no harm in it.

"Does your teacher always show up with bruises on his face?"

Glimpsing in the rearview mirror, you saw Jack smile. "Mr. Dunham? Yeah, most of the time."

"You're acting like that's a normal thing, Jack," you laughed, "Why is he always battered?"

"He's a Hooligan, so yeah, it's normal."

"A Hooligan?���

"In a footy firm?” he emphasized in the form of a question, like it was the most obvious thing. “Yeah. West Ham’s, obviously."

You nodded, trying to wrap your head around the information you were getting. You knew of the firm because of Fiona, having heard the odd thing about it through her because of her brother Swill, but the ins and outs of football were something you didn't pay much attention to anymore. You weren't even sure if Swill was still a participant of the barbaric side of football, assuming he might have given up his hooliganism in exchange for his respectable career as an accountant.

"Mr. Dunham's the coolest. He's everyone's favourite teacher. A lot of grown-ups and other teachers think he's bad or whatever, but he's the nicest out of anyone and is really smart, too," Jack went on, pulling you out of your thoughts for a moment. "I want to teach history like him when I grow up. It's my favourite subject."

"Well, then, I'm sure glad I brought in that assignment for you."

"Yeah, I was real upset that I forgot it. I want to keep my grades up in his class."

It was incredible to hear your nephew talk like this, finding a role model in someone so unconventional, but seeing as his father wasn't really one to look up to, you figured it was good he found someone who inspired him.

"Right, my man," you announced, parking in your sister's driveway. "Enjoy the match! I hope they win!"

"Mr. Dunham says they will for sure. Birmingham doesn't stand a chance!"

"Well good, because even I am going to watch it tonight!"

Jack pulled a shocked face, "You're gonna watch football?"

"Yes! Cheeky…"

"Make sure you cheer for the proper team!" he laughed, tugging on his West Ham shirt to show you the crest. He closed the door after taking out all his things and ran up to the house where he stuck his tongue out at you from the porch, making you laugh and shake your head.

"Want another one, Pete?" Bovver asked, nodding to his empty glass that had been drained for a while now.

"Nah, man, I'm good. Gotta be sharp for work tomorrow."

"Since when?"

Pete glared at his mate, not wanting to get into too many details, the truth behind his reduced consumption of pints being he had just taken some pain pills on account of his leg. He had done his best to cope with it, but after running around too much at practice he had to give in, needing something to help take the edge off.

"Oi, Fi's on her way over," Swill said, sitting down beside Pete.

"Oh, tonight? Sweet," Pete said, curious to see who her friend was and if she was actually as fit as the other guys kept claiming she was.

The Abbey was packed by the time the game started with the GSE dispersed throughout to watch on the various screens hung on the walls and above the bar, Pete sticking to their usual spot in the back corner where less people were gathered.

He spotted Fiona making her way through the crowd, judging by her tipsy smile and half-finished pint that she had already been here for a decent amount of time, the atmosphere of the whole place very rowdy as the Hammers maintained a lead.

"Pete!" she called, nearly pushing someone down to get to him to give him a hug.

"Aye, aye!" He stood and accepted her embrace, unable to recall the last time he had seen her.

"How are you doing? You gave everyone quite the scare!"

He chuckled, "Yeah, all good. I'm doing fine now, thanks, Fiona." He took his seat again and looked up at her with a smile, watching as she clapped her hand on her chest.

"What a relief, you should've seen how gutted they all were. Swill was beside himself."

"As they should've been!" he laughed, spinning his empty glass on the coaster. "You enjoying the match?"

"Wha- oh! Yeah," she laughed, her smile somehow larger than her brother's, "I'm not paying all that much attention if I'm honest!"

"I can tell!"

She shrugged and took a long sip of her drink, glancing around the bar.

He nodded at her, his brows knitted, "Where's your friend?"

"Hell if I know! Somewhere over there," she waved, motioning in the direction of the pool table, "Ned and Swill are chatting her ears off."

"Sounds about right…"

Pete settled into his seat and drew his focus back to the match as Fiona went and greeted someone else, but he'd be kidding himself if he pretended his thoughts weren't constantly on you, unable to get you out of his mind for even a second. He wondered if he would be lucky enough to see you again; if Jack would just so happen to forget something on a weekly basis and if you were going to be the one consistently picking him up from school and football practice, or maybe even be the guardian he would get to sit down and discuss Jack's grades with at parent-teacher interviews.

But it was rare for lightning to strike twice.

The Brigid Abbey Pub itself was incredibly charming, even if most of the people occupying it were far less so. Swill was the same as always, never changing his lewd, loud ways despite being forced to be well-mannered and respectful throughout the day, but it was rare that anyone had ever made you laugh as hard as he did. His mates were all there, most of them hanging around where you and Fi were, but mentions of someone named Pete and his whereabouts kept coming up.

You found yourself taking in your surroundings more than the game itself, looking at all the plaques and paraphernalia that hung on the walls, all while scanning the crowd in hopes of spotting the one person you somehow felt desperate to see again.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hmm? What? No one," you lied to Fiona, though very unconvincingly.

"You spotted a fit bloke, didn't you?" she said with a grin that rivaled Swill's.

"Yeah, me," Swill chimed in, causing Fiona to talk back to him about being gross and them to start bickering as they usually did.

They always managed to make you laugh, and you had to admit you were having a better time than you thought you were going to, enjoying the company of your bestie and her brother, who's mates were exceptionally kind and welcoming.

It wasn't until you overheard a couple of them discussing a fight they had had that you really started paying attention to what was happening around you.

“Wait, are you still part of all that?” you asked Swill, grabbing his arm to make him turn around to face you.

"For life!" he exclaimed, "I'll be dead before I leave it."

"Yeah, well, some of you are making that come true more than others," Fiona scoffed.

You screwed up your face in complete bewilderment, "Wait. What?"

"The head of the firm," she began explaining, "their mate, Pete, nearly died about four months ago in a fight. He's just been back to work the last few weeks and everything. It’s a complete miracle he's even alive."

"Jesus Christ," you muttered. "And he still fights?"

Ike huffed out a laugh before turning serious, "Oh, fuck yeah…like nothing ever happened."

The rest of the lads all excitedly started recalling how intensely this Pete had fought the other day, going on about how their fearless leader was back and stronger than before.

"Is he here?" you asked, wanting to meet this death-defying prodigy of England's roughest unofficial sport.

"'Course he is," said Ned, "he's sat over there in his usual spot." He nodded toward the back corner of the pub, and standing on your tip-toes, you attempted to see over the hoard of heads between where you were and there, but it was impossible to manage.

It was almost hard to believe that these men, who held regular jobs and had seemingly normal lives, still carried on the insane, delinquent habits of the firms brought on from decades prior, and even more so that after one of them was nearly killed, they continued on with more pride than ever.

The match ended in a win for the mighty Hammers, the high spirits of their dedicated supporters lingering on in the pub, helping to keep Pete going despite being the most sober one of all his mates. As the groups of people started to thin out, he was finally able to spot where Fiona and the rest of them had been loitering, his eyes trained on one person in particular.

His heart hammered in his chest as he downed the rest of the beer he had been nursing, praying for the slight nervousness he felt to calm.

"Well, fuck me," he murmured under his breath, standing from the table where he left Dave asking him what he was on about and where he was going.

Not bothering to ease his friend's mind with an explanation, Pete slowly made his way through the crowd, almost afraid that if he moved too quickly, the scene he was walking toward would vanish from his sight like a mirage.

A grin that met his eyes crept up his lips, thinking that maybe dreams didn't fade and die and it was possible that lightning could strike twice after all.

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[evasive-anon]

Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

[archive-of-the-lost]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮?)

Content: No pronouns, reader is referred to as "you", a lot of these are more fem (ex: makeup) though

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢: Thigh-high boots. Thigh-high socks are appealing to him too, but boots have a more assertive air to them. If you ever wore them out, your legs will be the only thing he looks at the entire time.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚: Eyeliner. He has an eye fetish, so eyeliner that defines your eyes will have him making eye contact 24/7. It's almost unnerving. He doesn't care what style, as long as it suits your eye shape.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢: Soft hoodie or sweater. It's so nice to hug you when you're wearing something soft, like cuddling up to a soft toy. If you don't push him away after a while, he'll try to fall asleep right on top of you.

𝐑𝐞𝐨: Blazer. He doesn't think much of blazers normally, but they look fantastic on you (simply because it's you). The way you look so suave and professional. It makes him want to take you to a work dinner, but as a date. Does that make sense?

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢: Necklaces. Not so much the necklace itself, but really the part where he offers or you ask him to help you put the necklace on, and he gets a good view of your nape while he does it. He takes way longer than he should every time.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮: Any black chunky shoes. Doc Martens, Mary Janes. Especially if they sound heavy. He'll be taking pictures of you and your shoes as you walk down the street like you're a model or something.

𝐒𝐚𝐞: Thin jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets. As long as it isn't eye catching, he'll paradoxically be drawn to staring at it. He likes messing with the chain, rubbing it in between his fingers or twisting it around his index finger if it's long enough.

𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫: Chokers, especially the ones that look like collars. It's hot. Before the both of you head out for your date, he likes to hook his finger under your choker and pull you closer, usually for a kiss. He gets the urge to do it in public too, but controls himself because he cares about his reputation.

𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬: Glitter. Glitter eyeshadow, shimmer mist. Any makeup products like make you look like an ethereal fairy will have him staring at you in awe, as if you cast a spell on him. You can put it on him too, if you want. He'd be interested.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨: Any lip product. He likes a cute smile, so anything that highlights the lips is attractive to him. He's partial to more unusual shades like purple, black, blue and green. But any colour that suits your skin tone best looks great to him. He also finds braces endearing.

Note: It's been so long since I last posted fanfiction on tumblr. I'm kind of nervous.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello! I saw that your requests are open so I thought, I'll shoot my shot

So, it'll be SAGAU with Impostor and Isekai trope. The reader is a real Creator, while the fake one is on the throne. But! What if they look completely different? Characters don't hunt reader because well, they don't look like their beloved grace and they're unaware that their sweet creator is in fact a real impostor.

But when you look at reader and the fake creator, you can see a total difference in their surroundings. The real Creator - Reader, is connected to the Teyvat, right? The flowers bloom everywhere where they stand, the trees are more green and lively, while there's nothing like this with the impostor in the throne.

So! To the idea- How about Zhongli and Kaeya's (or any other characters you'd like to add here) to see their Reader cut themselves and suddenly bleed gold - while they saw their beloved Grace bleed red and suddenly, they connect the dots?

Ooh, this is certainly interesting, @ilumin! I'll see what I can come up with :)

Zhongli & Kaeya Find Out The Imposta :)

You weren't gonna lie—you kinda freaked when you realize the isekai and sagau trope thing happened on you. Reading fanfiction from the internet, you knew how things were gonna go down. You read the signs.

Safe to say you were not expecting you yourself to be the "lucky winner" of this entire thing. Nu-uh. Not one bit. You knew this was gonna be a hellhole.

That is, of course....you realized that the Imposter did not look like you at all. You were kinda stoked about it—that means you weren't gonna get ratted out, or killed, or hunted—so yay you! Time to chill with some bros! Time to free ball it while you still can!

And thennn... one night you were hanging with some ppl, and you accidentally nicked your finger.

You guessed it right, fellas, you bled gold. And that did not go unnoticed.

Good luck.

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Zhongli

When he first met you, Zhongli thought you were like The Traveler—you were someone who passed the Celestial Atmosphere above, and descended down to traverse the world.

With Their Grace present, their world has prospered and Zhongi is proud to say that Liyue was doing well under their rule. But when you came, he was a little surprised to see how the earth seemed to connect with you. Flowers around you seemed brighter, precious rocks seem to surface at your presence..and you somehow manage to always be able to get the most freshest fruit anyone can come across.

You were truly an interesting enigma that Zhongli is curious to learn more of. He commits every detail about you to memory. The day the wind conveniently came to the rescue when the days were boiling hot. The time where you managed to restock your food stalls even though so many Liyueans were nabbing them and almost leaving you nothing. Everything Zhongli saw, he noted down in his mind.

You eventually became acquainted with him the moment he walks up to your food stall. It wasn't that packed in the morning (somehow), and it allowed the two of you to get to know one another better. Safe to say your relationship was solid.

And then you bled gold that one night. Zhongli eyes your blood with wide expressions, before immediately excusing the both of you out of the situation.

He cannot believe that the person that sits on the Creator's Throne was not the Creator. He's constantly being bombarded with the "Creator" and their meetings, while you were just selling goods on the streets of Liyue.

"...Your Grace..." Zhongli looks at you as he puts a bandage over your finger. "...Truly, we have all been deceived." And while you're glad that he wasn't suggesting you start up a riot, you were kind of worried about what he'll do to the Imposter the next time Zhongli sees him.

Safe to say he did have a "Chat" with them that consisted of a meteor and a lot of "I will have Order!" voicelines repeating over and over again.

Kaeya

When you got plopped into Mondstadt, somehow, the winds started becoming more gentle and a lot more carefree. Everyone saw this as a sign of Barbatos, you saw this as a sign of the world trying to rat you out or something.

You decided to get a job at the Tavern to get info, and boom you meet Kaeya. You should've expected this when you got a job at Angel's Share, because this hottie bro is very much interested on your merchandise.

Safe to say, though, Kaeya was very interested in you. Like Zhongli, he takes note of your every move. But, unlike Zhongli, Kaeya's trying to see how your...unique superpowers work, and how they can be used to help protect Mondstadt—assuming he manages to convince you to join.

Kaeya is very talkative in the Tavern, so he usually talks to the bartenders. Diluc is pulling his hair out to see how much info Kaeya's spilling to you during your shifts, half of which are just boasting about the Knights of Favonius.

When you nicked your finger, though, you knew things were going down. It didn't help that Kaeya noticed. His eyes widen for a fraction, before he stands up and suggests that you both should take a walk around the streets of Mondstadt when your shift was done.

You agree, seeing as there's no way out of this, and quickly grab a bandaid to patch up the scratch. Once you were both out, Kaeya speaks first, in a low tone.

"My...I never knew the Almighty Creator could be this sneaky, to have an imposter sit on the throne while they serve cups at my favorite tavern." You look at him incredulously. He took the situation to praise you to make himself sound like he was blessed?

Good sir, this was the opposite of how your life got thrown upside down when you entered Teyvat. Then again, this sounded a lot better than getting killed, so you'll take it as a win. For now.

Kaeya promises to keep this a secret, but safe to say Diluc is rubbing his temples when he hears the Calvary Captain himself trying to offer you a position in the Knights of Favonius, saying you had potential and whatnot.

Honestly, he just wants to spend more time with you outside of the tavern.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Why the heck did this take SO MUCH LONGER than I expected sobbing. Sorry y'all—istg life is hitting me like Truck-Kun.

Also one more thing: Furina is my new child now. She and Fremmi are my Fontantian Children. Love 'em both too much ppl will have to pry them out of my cold-dead hands.

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[avocadish0w0]

Back in the og days of scarian even before third life there used to be this really popular au, the florist au and grian was a flower shop owner and he would sprout different flowers from his hair and hands depending on his emotions, especially when flustered! And scar was just a head over heels customer. Would love if that au made a comeback

I'll be doing oneshots of each prompt, and if it goes right, I might go back to writing FanFiction

So leeeet's go!

(Modern/City Hermitcraft AU added along)

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3rd person POV (Grian's perspective)

It was a cloudy weekend on Hermit Town, previewing a soft rain later, people walking around the streets, birds (actual birds) chirping and flying away, yet, the flower shop owned by the small blond parrot avian was peaceful and empty.

As he sprayed some water on the inside plants like everyday, a tall brunet with a big X shaped scar on his face entered the shop, his arrival notified by the familiar jingle of the bell above the glass door, the parrot boy's ear wings twitched as he looked up, the dirty blond curls bouncing softly as he met the taller boy with a warm smile "Hello there, handsome! Lovely seeing you here, as always!" The avian spoke in a jokingly flirtatious tone, his British accent strong, walking to behind the counter, pulling up his red jumper sleeves to his elbows, adjusting his white, dirty apron "How can I help you today?" He added, leaning back on his stool.

The taller boy smiled brightly, his vibrant green eyes gleaming with joy, his happiness contagious, making small daisies sprout on the avian's hair "Oh! Hello light of my life! Lovely seeing you too!" Scar beamed, striding confidently towards the counter, his cane clicking softly against the dark wood floor "Just here for the usual! And your number if you may" the boy smirks, leaning against the counter on his elbows, flashing a charming smile to Grian, making the blond parrot earn a soft pink hue on his cheeks and nose tip, butterflies flying around in his stomach, he walked to the wall of wrapping paper and ribbons on the corner, opening a square of a sand colored paper and turning it diagonally "Poppies, lilacs and sunflowers. Something else?" He asked, trying not to look in the elf's eyes.

"Just that! Thank you!" The scarred boy smiled, looking at the flower seeds in the counter, oblivious to Grian's embarrassment. "So... Uhm... are you free tonight?" He asked out of the blue as soon as the boy came back from the back garden with the flowers, making him almost drop the bouquet "W-what?"

Scar's POV

I look at the Grian with a fake innocent smile, watching his face turn a crimson red, almost blending in with his sweater, his parrot wings getting all fluffy, holding back a dreamy sigh at the cute parrot in front of me, my heart racing with anticipation as i waited for his reply, fidgeting with a packet of a mix of poppy and lilac seeds, Cod, i love him so much, i don't even know how I was able to gather the courage to ask him out.

I've loved him ever since i first saw him, taking such care with the flowers around the shop, with those adorable daisies that always show up on his hair when he smiles, the buttercups that sprout when i annoy him, the way his wings fluff up when i flirt with him, the freckles on his cheeks and nose bridge, the way his dark brown eyes shine a dark honey color under the sunset light-

"Scar?" I hear him ask, snapping out of my thoughts, blushing furiously and looking away as I realize I've been daydreaming "Ah! Yes! Sorry! I'm here!" I reply in a rush, clearing my throat "Sorry, lost in thought about...." I look around for a lame excuse "About cactuses!! Yes! Cacti..." I smile nervously, my heart flutters when I hear his cute laugh "It's fine, cacti are in fact interesting, anyway, I just said I'm free tonight after 6pm, why?" He repeats as he finishes the bouquet, wrapping it on the sand yellow paper and tying it with a green and red bow, placing it on the counter and handing me the card machine (idk the name).

I pass the card and take a deep breath, picking up the bouquet and clutching it in my hands, trying to push away the heat on my cheeks "Just wondering if you'd like to..." C'mon Scar! You can do it! Just ask him on a date! You're not a coward!! You came here for that! Just tell him! "To...?" Grian asked, tilting his head to the side, oh my cod he's adorable, okay, you can do this Scar! "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me!" I blurt out rapidly while extending the bouquet to him, feeling my cheeks heat up and turn red.

"Oh..." I hear him mutter, feeling the bouquet being taken from my hands

When I open my eyes, I see his face flushed, miniatures of poppies, lilacs and sunflowers, the same flowers of the bouquet, sprouting from his hair and hands furiously, creating a small garden on himself, his wings poofed and the ear wings covering his face, his hands clutching the bouquet even harder than I was, seeing him like this just made me want to hold him in my arms and kiss his face all over, smell the scent of the flowers in his head.

"Yeah, I'd like that... That cafe down the street at 7?" He asks softly, his voice strained with embarrassment.

"Yeah! Pick you up at 7 then!" I smile brightly, beaming with happiness, holding back the urge to hug him.

This is officially the best day of my life...

I love this little flower

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AND DONE! First oneshot after a long time without writing, please rate it in the comments! Leave more prompts to me in the question tab and thank you a lot for the idea @whatidkwhatimsupposedtowriye I completely loved it!

[shuenkio]

Crazy stupid love | N.ki 🫂

Paring: Ni-ki x M!reader | Genre: slight Angst

Cw: Happy ending plot. A red flag boy who turns green for his other half.

Non proof read|Eng is not my 1st lang

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A*N: A short drabble while listening to mockingbird by Dutch melrose with a combination of Crazy stupid love by Twice, a lil bit of cringe ingredients boom a short drabble ☠️🫰🏻.

"Let's get back together. I promise—"

"Enough with your childish promises; I need my own personal space, can't you see? If you can't stay, then break up!"

Back to the present, bittersweet memories start to float across m/n's mind. He was there, your ex with a bouquet of your favorite flower, standing ahead of you. What is Ni-ki trying to do all of a sudden in the middle of quite a street at midnight here? No, let's not think about those things; he'd never asked to get back together again;

it was just a lame feeling that still lit inside of your heart, nothing else. Thought about for a moment, clenching tight on your baggy on your shoulder as you walk past him, as if you were forced to since before you're here in this state right now, who at the cause?

Isn't it because of the man who's standing right behind you? It's bitter and sweet when you remember all of those, the depressed guy who you thought you would change; you'd warm his heart, the one that could break his ice cage, but no. It was all just a dream. For now, it's just two exs who can't spare a glance at each other because of the one who doesn't understand what's 'love.'

As you drag your feet away, a pair of hands grip on your wrist. This is neither a movie nor a drama; however, why does it feel nostalgic for some reason? Ni-ki is holding on to you! He was begging you to hear him with his body language—the soft, gentle touch that replaced a forcing pain back then. What should you do right here? Should you turn around or walk away harshly?

Incorrect, one feeling that used to be the one who listens to all his voice telling about his days is still a habit of yours. Yes,  you did turn around to settle this down. Clearing his throat as he prepared to answer, you know damn well what will come out of that mouth. .

"Let's get back together, m-m/n."

"Reasons. I want a reason why we should be back together in a relationship that hurt me the most."

"I... *sigh, idk, please. I realized I'm a fool kid when we're together back then. Hit me, curse me whatever you want, but in return, I just want... To repay back all your love, and I want to love you like you did to me Back together, please?" Breaking down, Ni-ki was crying, yet no sound was edible. Just let his tears stream down dry while holding on to yours; he can't seem to let them go. At this moment, all those sweet memories are all flashing back to him. He's indeed wrong, and he wants it back.

Want to reset the time that can't be undone. Wishing he could change his mindset sooner so it wouldn't be this crazier to live without his second heart. Who else could that be?

"You're a maniac that breaks me into a million pieces, but I'd rather be hurt again just to be with your new self, NI-KI."

"I'm also a fool, crazy stupid in love with you"

[crepezinhos]

hey I just read your kazuscara fanfiction and wanted to say that I love your writing style :) i think you nailed both those characters really good 🩵 i dont usually send asks bc i am a silent reader, but I just had to hahaha, i just saw you wont update the story bc of lack of likes which is rlly sad bc you deserve sm more! a lot of ppl dont like or comment bc they too are silent readers, doesnt mean they didnt enjoy it, if it makes you feel any better about your work :) no pressure but any chances you will chance your mind for part 3 though? xD if not, its also fine, just wanted to tell you that before I go silent again xD 🩵

(also you can make a bot on c.ai!)

have a lovely day 🌹

A Third Round... and a Third Guy?!

(REQUEST #8) POV: The sexual tension between you, Wanderer and Kazuha was too much for them to ignore. Both of them were so invested in you that it was inevitable that in another coincidental reunion, all of you decided to meet again some days later in Inazuma for an orgy. What you guys didn’t expect was Detective Heizou stopping by to chat with Kazuha about a case… and deciding to join to the fun.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a smutty NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— AU is: In-Game

— Contains: Orgy, degradation, pussy-slapping, praising and a little bit of homosexuality coming from Kazuha.

— Reading of the original post is advised

“And then, the Oratrice officially found Furina as guilty and sentenced her to death penalty.” You finished your story to Kazuha while walking through the streets of Inazuma.

“Wow… so, Fontaine doesn’t have an archon anymore?” He asked you as his answer, genuinely intrigued with your story.

“Nope.” You shook your head side-to-side. “What about you, Hat Guy? Any news about Sumeru?”

“No, everything is boring there as usual.” He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the both of you. “Are we close to the bar yet?” His eyes finally found courage to look back at the both of you.

“Yes. Why? Are you in a hurry~?” Kazuha asked in a flirty tone that made Wanderer trigger immediately, and you giggled about it with Kazuha.

“S-Shut up!” His cheeks flushed into a pink tone.

“Kaedehara Kazuha!” The three suddenly heard someone’s voice coming from the streets ahead of you which you didn’t recognize. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you for days!” The man had long, wine-colored hair, shiny green eyes and a weird uniform covering his body.

He was walking peacefully towards your direction with his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Detective Heizou!” Kazuha was obviously the only one that recognized him, smiling at him while you and Wanderer shared confused looks.

“How are you doing?” He raised a hand so that Kazuha would shake it.

“I’m great! How about you?” Kazuha obliged to his gesture and politely shook his hand.

“Doing great too! And I assume these are your… friends..?” Heizou took a look at you and Wanderer.

In the matter of a blink, his eyes mired at you up and down, which made you a little embarrassed.

You were dressing a casual uniform from Fontaine but with the exception that it was slightly more suggestive and revealing than the usual just to tease Kazuha and Wanderer a little bit. Both of them eyed you the same way when you first met them in the lands of Inazuma.

“Yes! This the Great Swordswoman from Fontaine, Y/N Y/S, and you can call that dude ‘Hat Guy’!” You and Wanderer both waved at him when Kazuha introduced you and him.

“Nice to meet you!” He waved back at the both of you friendly. “Are you guys hanging out?” His attention went back to Kazuha.

“Yes, we’re going to the bar and have a drink. Would you like to join us?” Kazuha offered, but Wanderer immediately looked at him angry.

“I think you’re forgetting an important detail about our ‘hangout’, Kazuha!” Wanderer protested with a lot of irony like he was about to kill Kazuha.

“No, no, no, it’s ok!” You jumped in, trying to srop Wanderer from possibly jumping Kazuha. “Of course, he can join us!” You winked at him quickly, which made Wanderer’s eyes widen in shock with your humility and versatility.

“Oh, I apologize for interrupting you guys! I just wanted to know if Kazuha would be free tomorrow so he could help me solving a case!” Heizou raised his hands, trying to demonstrate innocence.

“Oh, I’m not so sure I’ll be free, Heizou. Maybe the day after?” Kazuha offered.

“Sure!” He shrugged his shoulders with a smile in his lips.

“So, would you like to join us for the night?” Kazuha offered again, now excited to see that you were ok with it and completely ignoring Wanderer’s discomfort.

“Kazuha, are you stu—?!”

.

Your clothes were practically ripped away by from your body by Wanderer and Heizou as soon the bedroom’s doors and windows were locked shut. You weren’t really surprised or bothered by it. Wanderer had previously described his desperation to fuck you raw to you back when you four were all drinking in the bar and Heizou had been fighting really hard to keep his hands inside his pockets this whole time.

That’s why in the matter of seconds, you were naked, thrown against the bed with legs spread and with three hungry men looking down at you from above, eager to have sex with you.

Individually… or not.

Wanderer was like a sly fox and obviously reserved his place in the line for your pussy. That’s why he was staring at you the most intensely and licking his lips like a hungry predator while preparing to make his way inside you.

“What a perfect whore… all spread-put and ready to receive some cock… You really haven’t changed a bit since our last encounter…” Wanderer ran his length up and down at your wet folds trying to lubricate himself.

“Mind if I use your head, Ms. Y/N?” You suddenly felt a heavy weight sit down by your left side, where Heizou standing previously. Since you were distracted by Wanderer’s intoxicating and beautiful dominance, you didn’t even realize he had been moving until that weight pulled you a little closer to the left angle and Heizou’s face showed up in a closer distance to yours compared to previously.

But before you could answer, Wanderer pushed himself inside you, causing a scream to beautifully escape your lips that made his cock twitch in the spot.

“Of course you can. She’s here for it.” Wanderer didn’t take long to begin moving in and out in a normal rhythm, trying to get to know it before fucking it more senselessly.

Heizou shrugged his shoulders in agreement and begun undoing his pants. While that happened, another “weight” sat at the bed, this time in your right side.

“You’re still too aggressive with her, Hat Guy…” Kazuha said while staring down at your face with concern.

“How many times will I have to tell you that she likes it like this?!” Wanderer sighed in response, sharing eye contact with Kazuha for a moment.

“Oh? She likes dirty talk?” Heizou smiled at both men, trying to ease the situation while struggling with his pants.

“Way more than that!” Wanderer answered with pride. “I’ll show you…” He placed his thumb against your clit and pressed it down while slowing the rhythm of his hips. “Beg for me.” He ordered in a dominant tone that made butterflies kick your stomach.

“Please! Fuck me like the horny slut I am! Please, I beg you!” You obeyed Wanderer immediately, which made his cock pulsate inside you in arousal.

Heizou’s eyebrows widened gently, pretending to be a little shocked with what he had just witnessed and Wanderer proceeded to really begin fulfilling his and your desires by slapping his hips against yours with a force and speed that was pleasurably breathtaking.

“So fucking soaked and eager to please us because of some basic degradation…” Wanderer giggled at you meanly while suddenly slapping his palm in your pussy, which made you squirm in the spot. “You can’t even be satisfied with a single cock at a time… Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He proceeded to dehumanize you from above with a big smirk in his face, which just made you smile back in satisfaction.

“Yes, yes… you’re right!” You submitted to him, trying to grind your pussy in direction of his hands to have it touched by him again.

“Wow… She’s definitely one of the most interesting women I’m ever going to fuck.” Heizou smirked while finally freeing his hard dick from its cage, more incited to have sex with you now.

You swallowed all your exhaustion down your throat when you saw Heizou’s dick getting closer and arched your head backwards with spread lips to receive Heizou’s dick inside you next while Kazuha mired it all with appreciative eyes.

“Good woman…” Heizou patted your head as he started to push in gently.

Now that your head was stuck in that angle, you realized it was going to be really hard to take in both men inside you at the same time. Wanderer bobbing your body up and down with his thrusts wasn’t allowing your head to find perfect shelter for Heizou, nor could he go too deep in you, otherwise you would definitely choke and gag multiple times. It didn’t matter that much to him, tho, he was still having fun

Meanwhile, for Kazuha, his hunger finally won him over and he started to run his hand around your body every now and then, especially in your bouncing breasts.

“So, as I was saying…” Heizou begun, rearranging his throat before continuing speaking to Kazuha and restraining his own groans. “A lot of people in the city have been reporting to my office that their homes have been invaded and some objects, like jewelry and Mora, were stolen. From the few houses I’ve visited, all the robberies seem to have been done similarly, which makes me believe all of them were done by the same guy, so I was thinking maybe you could help me tracking the culprit using your sensibility with nature and the wind.” He essayed for him while still making you gag on his cock.

You felt embarrassed to be the only one moaning and barely screaming. Wanderer was doing his best to keep his own arousal inside his throat, which was causing his nose to breathe really hardly and his eyes to be closed shut, which you thought was unfair to your situation.

“Oh? You think I’d do a good job tracking criminals? I appreciate your invitation, Detective. Where would we meet tomorrow?” Kazuha replied to Heizou, but before Heizou’s lips could vocalize anything else, Wanderer’s loud grunt and dramatic eye-rolling in boredom called both men’s attention.

“Oh my God, are you guys really going to talk about robberies and work in the middle of sex?! I’m trying to fuck a pussy here! Can I have the right to fuck her without getting turned off?!” He argued in an ironic tone while slowing down his thrusts because of the turn-off.

“Oh? You want us to take this more seriously?” Kazuha asked with a growing smirk in his face, as if he was creating an idea.

“Yeah?!” Wanderer looked back at him and responded him with an enormous irony.

“Alright then…” But what Kazuha did to obey Wanderer’s wish was absolutely not expected from any of you.

Kazuha launched himself in Wanderer’s direction, raising his arms so he could grab his face with his hands until they were centimeters away from each other and pulled him closer until his lips were against Kazuha’s.

Both yours’ Heizou’s eyes widened in shock while watching Kazuha increase the intensity of the hot kiss he was delivering to Wanderer. Wanderer, in the other hand, was so taken aback that he didn’t react for some good, awkward seconds.

And when he finally woke up back to reality, he immediately pulled away from him, even pulling away from you.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Wanderer wiped his mouth multiple times, grunting in disgust of Kazuha’s action while you, Kazuha and Heizou giggled in a low tone.

“What? I’m taking the moment seriously!” Kazuha shrugged his shoulders while kneeing in the bed again.

“Well, yeah! BUT I’M NOT GAY!” Wanderer screamed.

“Nice one, Kazuha!” Heizou cheered.

“You’re just not fun… In an orgy, we’re all supposed to have fun with each other, not just her…” Kazuha finally crawled away from him.

But he unexpectedly grabbed your waist and pulled you upwards, forcing Heizou’s glistened cock out of you too.

“All yours~.” Kazuha smiled to him while turning you to Heizou’s direction, locking your legs spread wide from each other for him as well.

“You weirdo…” You whispered to Kazuha while he pulled your chest to rest against his and used his hands to revolve the many areas of your chest with more freedom and will this time.

“Shhhh… just relax.” Kazuha whispered in your ear back while Heizou gently pushed his length inside your pussy now, causing you to moan loud in pleasure.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Wanderer protested while guarding his dick back to his pants, crawling back in the bed quickly afterwards, trying to possibly retrieve your pussy back to him.

“You were the one who let her go…” Kazuha argued between the many kisses he started to deliver to your neck romantically .

God, Heizou and Kazuha were being so much more romantic and gentle to your body than Wanderer, it made your stomach feel even more butterflies kicking it around.

“You kissed me, man! Of course I pulled away from her, but I want her back!” Wanderer argued again, centimeters away from Kazuha again to confront him and his actions.

“With this proximity, I assume you want another one?” Kazuha winked at him, causing Wanderer to immediately step back in disgust.

“Just have a little bit of patience. I’ll be done with her soon.” Heizou joined the conversation, beginning to circle his thumbs meanly around your clit in rhythm with his sharp and slow thrusts in your g-spot, causing more cute moans to leave your mouth and your legs to shake in ecstasy.

Wanderer shrugged his shoulders and decided to cross his arms while watching the scene below him intensely only. But the way his index finger tapped his arm told you just how bad Wanderer wanted to touch and run his hands around you like Kazuha was right now or just fuck you raw.

The man was starving.

You simply stopping making any kind of force with your body, letting yourself to be fully manhandled as they wished to. You were simply having too much fun like that. To be fucked so greatly by a sexy guy while having other parts of your poetically caressed by another beautiful man’s hands and mouth was being one of the greatest pleasures you were ever feeling.

“So damn tight…” Heizou grunted, leaning closer to you just to press smooth kisses in your boobs with the help of Kazuha’s soft hands, making your head arch back in ecstasy.

Having all of your g-spots explored at the same time was turning you into an animal in heat.

“F-Faster!” You begged to Heizou, who noticeably smirked at your desperate tone, but still obeyed you with pleasure.

“What a hungry whore you found yourself to have fun with, Kazuha… I wonder how you found out about her in the first place.” Heizou stopped teasing your chest to look at Kazuha for a quick moment.

“Destiny tied us all together…” He poetically whispered in your ear in a tone that caused you to grind and clench around Heizou as a response.

“Oh, fuck…” He groaned feeling how your walls clamped around him.

His hands were pushing your legs down to the sheets, fucking you like a mating press. It was bringing Wanderer to feel so jealous… his eyes were barely blinking. He wanted to dominate you just like that so bad… but, Heizou was the one enjoying instead.

“Fuck, Kazuha, stop being such a tease!” You moaned out to Kazuha while Heizou brought you and him to have an orgasm that you two begun building before back when Wanderer was fucking you in missionary.

Kazuha giggled at your reaction like he was still a little drunk, which made it sound three times sexier. Kazuha had a really beautiful voice when alcohol was affecting him.

“Do you want me to go next, darling? I promise I won’t tease you too much.” He asked to you, using a hand to fix some threads of your sweaty, sticky hair.

“Yes, yes! Please, fuck me next!” You tried reaching your lips into his, but Kazuha decided to be mean and deny you.

“Getting rid of me, ay?” Heizou asked to you while his pace and voice became more erratic.

“It’s not like that…” You looked back at him embarrassed.

“It’s ok, I’m not a part of your fuck-group anyway… but since you’re going to abandon me soon… make sure to take every bit of me inside, ok?” Heizou raised his body again, holding your hips stuck in place so he could thrusts with more ease and precision.

“Yes, yes… fill me up..!” Your degradative words were like a switch for him because both you and Heizou immediately begun spilling both your orgasms inside you while his hips were stoned rocking against yours and you were both moaning like animals. Kazuha held you in place to make sure you wouldn’t possibly spill out a single drop of cum, smiling at the beautiful scenery he was watching. A little preview of what he was about to do with you next.

Wanderer’s cock strained hard in his pants, watching your pussy taking so much cum inside it like easy work, that he also grunted to express his pleasure.

“Fuck…” Heizou hissed while pulling out his dick from you, all creamy with both clear and white juices.

“Good job, Y/N...” Kazuha whispered in your ear while Heizou threw his head back to breathe in and out to relax himself from the exhaustion.

Kazuha quickly spun you around again and pulled you by your ankles downwards, having you laying down in the very center of the bed.

“You can have her now, Hat Guy, but I’ll be taking your favorite spot.” Kazuha ran a finger in your creamy entrance while he winked at Wanderer.

In response, Wanderer scoffed and immediately started crawling closer to your head and undoing his pants.

“P-Please, fuck me until I cum!” You begged to Kazuha, who still kept analyzing with your folds using his fingers.

“I will, darling, don’t worry.” He nodded while finally leaning his head down and using his other free hand to undo the hair tie in the back of his head.

He looked divine with his hair loose and you were so thankful that angel in front of you was going to play with your pussy. It even made you feel dirty to fuck with someone that angelical, but you knew Kazuha would think of it like that.

“Open your mouth.” Wanderer grabbed chin and forced you to look up at him.

You stuck your tongue out for his aching cock and he didn’t hesitate in pushing it inside as soon as possible. And at the same time, Kazuha launched his tongue at the deepest corners he could reach inside your pussy. You couldn’t help but try to let out a scream that was muffled by Wanderer’s cock. It made him giggle in arousal and pleasure of feeling your warm breath surround his cock so gently.

You didn’t even realize until now that Heizou was now simply standing up in the side of the bed, staring down at the scene very amused.

“Now we’re taking this moment seriously.” Kazuha murmured to Wanderer, who preferred to not engage in any more arguments.

Kazuha’s tongue got out of you and begun swirling your clit tortuously, dragging it around and bringing it to its edge of pleasure in a vicious rhythm. And before your pussy could grind and tighten around nothing, his fingertips started tickling your folds again, trying to make way inside you.

And when they successfully invaded your insides, your whole body jolted in ecstasy. Although he wasn’t fully bringing you to feel pleasure using his dick rather than his fingers, the torture of his fingers being unable to reach your favorite spots was making you melt in sadistic pleasure, especially when your mouth was being so brutally invaded by Wanderer.

“Such a predictable slut.” Wanderer pulled your hair to the back while you pleasured him, enjoying how pathetic he was making you look under him.

Your hips were absolutely locking Kazuha’s head in that perfect angle where he was provoking your clit at. It’s like he had already learned the formula to make a woman go crazy: fucking her pussy like it is more valuable than their life.

“K-Ka—” You couldn’t even gag a syllable of his name, but Kazuha was too much of a poet to ignore your voice.

“Feeling good, aren’t you?” He unattached his tongue from your clit for a moment just to purposefully tease you with his voice.

You nodded the most you could although your position didn’t help.

“But I haven’t even started it yet…” Kazuha opened the distance between his fingers inside you, scissoring them repeatedly at the most tortuous rhythm and spots ever.

Your eyes rolled back until they were barely miring stars. You couldn’t believe those fingers were making you feel better than a whole enormous dick inside you.

The way your legs shook and ground in Kazuha’s head for dear life told him that was enough to make you have an orgasm soon. All you needed was some extra cycles of those tiring movements that Kazuha was doing to your pussy.

“Use your tongue, you dirty whore. Don’t tell me you’re too destroyed to do that because of some fingers.” Wanderer looked down directly at your eyes, somehow managing to get even harder than before.

Your tongue tried its best to make way through his dick and stick itself outside your lips, serving as a soft slide for his cock to go in. You decided to also try using your top to tease the corners of his dick, causing Wanderer to throw his head back in arousal.

“Oh, yes… good fucking girl..!” He gently tapped your cheek multiple times in a praising tone, although he was smirking very meanly.

“Good girls deserve a prize, don’t you think?” Kazuha looked up to Wanderer between the many licks he was serving to your pussy.

“What do you propose?” Wanderer finally responded Kazuha without being mean.

“Let me try that thing you did earlier…” Kazuha rose his head, stopping the stimulation in your clit, but I’m exchange, used his hand holding your hip to carefully slap your pussy.

Your pussy and legs clenched around him immediately with that, along with a muffled scream that made Kazuha’s eyes immediately widen in arousal.

“Hmmm… she really does like this.” Kazuha’s mouth went back to your pussy right afterwards speaking.

“I told you! She’s a masochist! You should do it again...” Wanderer suggested.

“Let me do it, gentlemen.” Heizou’s hand ran all the way from your chest down to your crotch, centimeters away from Kazuha’s body.

His hand smacked you once very gently, trying to be easy in the beginning, which was teasing to your poor, abused cunt. And all you could was discount it on poor Kazuha, who was barely suffocating in your clit, but still kept his fingers going for your orgasm.

“So eager to be degraded…” Heizou whispered while admiring your pathetic, fucked-out face sucking off Wanderer.

“Fucking show her where she belongs.” One of Wanderer’s hands moved down to one of your breasts.

Heizou obliged with a harder smack across your pussy, causing you to groan once again.

“Taking it all so good like a real, dirty slut…” Heizou couldn’t help but make that comment to turn you on even more while he slapped you from multiple directions, in a rhythm that edged your cunt in pain every time.

Your eyes were tearing from the stimulation that finally growing into an aching bulge in your womb. With your remaining energy, you quickly moved a hand to Kazuha’s hair and pushed it down for dear life.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kazuha asked while fingers brushed your hips, trying to show some love and worship to them between all the aggression you were having to take. “You’re warm like you have a fever...” He teased, but immediately went to the mission of precisely eating your pussy.

Your legs were squirming in the air, toes curling in anticipation for that orgasm was tensely being built in your nucleus, but unfortunately you could express little pleasure due to Wanderer’s insistence of making use of your mouth. All you could was trying to repeatedly try to grind your pussy against his tongue over and over.

“Make her cum already.” Wanderer’s eyebrows frowned in stress of waiting too long for that pleasuring view of you having an orgasm again.

“It’s coming…” Kazuha erratically increased the speed of his fingers and increase the distance between them to spread you more than you already were.

And in a second, your whole body twitched hardly with the feeling of your womb blowing your orgasm out of your body. Not even Wanderer’s cock was able to hold most of your scream, but he made sure to keep himself stuck inside you. Your back arched to an angle that managed to push your legs against Kazuha’s head, forcing even harder the wet contact he did with your clit while his fingers accepted all your orgasm coming down.

Kazuha rose his head and smiled down at the few drops of cum coming out of you, making the force you were trying to do in him look pathetic.

“My, my…” He smirked, slowly pulling out and miring his own creamy fingers. “Insatiable…” He smirked while licking his fingers and crawling away from you.

Heizou slapped your folds once now that Kazuha wasn’t in his way anymore.

“Good girl.” He praised, running a finger between your folds to get a sip of all the liquids that were dirtying your pussy.

You breathed hard, relieved with the pleasure Kazuha brought you to have. But your relaxation time was quickly cut by Wanderer slamming his dick back inside again.

“Spin around and bend over.” He ordered while pulling out from you, still holding your face to have some control of you.

Despite your exhaustion, you quietly obeyed him and got on all fours for Wanderer, who immediately pushed his cock back to your mouth. It made you gag. You weren’t expecting him to get so turned on with you being eaten out.

“Such a good whore…” Scara leaned closer to you, trying to focus his vision entirely in your head bobbing up and down around his dick in that pathetic angle.

“She really does like this kind of dirty talk…” Heizou commented from behind. “You had to see how badly her pussy just quivered with your words.” You felt Heizou crawl in the bed and placing his hands in your hips. “Let me make use of it while you finish off there or else she’ll meltdown with the pain of not being fulfilled.” You felt the tip of his dick grinding in your hole, trying to feel just how wet you were.

Heizou grunted in satisfaction when he pushed in and your body trembled in response.

“Goddamn, Kazuha… you made a real mess in here!” Heizou giggled at the feeling your pussy suffocating his dick as soon as he got in.

“Have I?” You heard Kazuha walking to Heizou’s direction while still tasting your cum.

“It’s sliding in so easily… I would’ve never guessed you were so good at eating pussies.” Heizou begun moving in and out of you.

“Why? You think you are better?” Kazuha sat by your side and laid down, admiring the view of your boobs bouncing with the pressure both men applied in you.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll have time to showcase my abilities.” Heizou suddenly slapped one of your buttocks, causing you to squeak like a little mouse.

“Arch your back f’me.” He tried pushing your hips down and arch your back by himself, and you decided to help him by spreading your legs further away and leaning your body closer to his crotch.

“I’m close…” Wanderer whispered, almost breathless as he held your head in place to thrust your mouth in an erratic pace.

You closed your eyes and calmly waited for Wanderer to reach his peak while he whimpered in his own. His moans were incredibly high-pitched and teary for a man that acted so rude with anyone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He grunted while the other guys just enjoyed the moment in their own way.

And finally, his hips slammed into yours harshly and you started to feel a string of hot cum taking space in your mouth. You had to swallow multiple times to take in all the cum that he had in stock for you.

Seems like he really looked forward to this moment, didn’t he?

“There we go…” Heizou commented while he saw Wanderer quivering with his orgasm.

Wanderer kept staring at you the entire time, his ego rising the more cum that swallowed in.

“Good girl…” He pulled out from you and tapped of your cheeks again in appreciation.

Heizou’s hand moved up to your chest and no pulled you upwards, holding you against his chest while he fucked you. Your hands simply followed his and rested on top of them. The way his breathing bitches close to yours was making you clench around him.

“Poor little Y/N…” Kazuha crawled closer to you until he was sitting right in front of you. “What has he done to you..?” He rose a hand to clean off the few spills out saliva and cum that Wanderer denied to take care off.

Wanderer, meanwhile, was jerking his dick off watching the scene, somehow still eager to mess with his cock despite the recent orgasm.

“Here, let me give you what you deserve…” Kazuha got up and held your cheeks softly, taking your lips into his smoothly.

You closed your eyes and relaxed your body, melting with Kazuha’s romanticism.

Your tongue couldn’t help but chase after his and force into a dance that he thankfully managed to comply with.

“It’s ok, Y/N, you just need to take it in one more time, okay?” Kazuha whispered between the kiss, your noses and foreheads touching each other.

“I think you should have her now.” Heizou shrugged his shoulders. “Although I’m loving this pussy, it’s a crime for you to not try it out.” Heizou pulled out from you but still held you in place. “She’s begging for you, dude.” Heizou playfully tapped on Kazuha’s shoulder while he walked away from you.

Kazuha got up quickly so he could hold you and impede you from falling in the bed.

“Oh, really? Is that true, Y/N?” Kazuha gripped in your thighs gently and pulled them closer to him, caressing them as he made that teasing question.

“Y-Yes…” You nodded while trying to throw yourself closer to him.

“Then I’ll give you what you want.” Kazuha sat down in the bed, pulling you with him.

You got the message on your own, so you quickly hopped up and landed with your entrance at his tip, slowly sliding down on him until you were sat at his crotch.

“Hummm…” He groaned, appreciating how your pussy gripped tight on his dick immediately. “You guys really turned her on, haven’t you?” Kazuha turned his face in both guys’ direction. But Wanderer sighed in stress instead.

“Just make her fucking ride you.” Wanderer stopped his slow rhythm in his dick while Heizou simply watched with crossed arms.

“Ok, ok…” Kazuha rose his hands away from your hips and laid this whole body down at the bed. “Come on, Y/N…” He looked at you with a beautiful smirk in his face that made your hips immediately turn on and begin moving like a machine.

He looked incredibly hot thrown in the bed like that, receiving pleasure instead of giving. Kazuha was also enjoying you with a lot of passion, particularly enjoying how boobs bounced every time you sat on his crotch.

Since you were setting the pace, you were sitting and grinding on him the way you desired to, meaning that all your moans were genuine sounds of pleasure instead of reactions to the sparks you were previously feeling. You were loving to have a little bit of power after having it all taken away from you. Not that you didn’t like it, but switching is always fun.

“Hummmmm…” Kazuha groaned with a satisfied smile, throwing his head aside.

You couldn’t resist your urges and leaned your body down, arching and grinding your pussy down in his dick, while your mouth immediately trailed a way in his neck.

“Oh, wow..!” Kazuha hugged your back, allowing you to continue completely. “Are you guys seeing this?” Kazuha asked like he was a little kid who just found out about something new.

“What an angle…” Heizou praised the scene you two were creating for them.

“Fuck…” Wanderer whimpered to himself as he quickened his pace, barely breaking his cock into dust with his fist.

“Come on, come on..!” You took a look under your belly, miring the mess you were making on his cock, creaming him with all the liquids that were inside your pussy.

You decided to sit in his crotch again and begin swaying your hips, trying to tease him with your gummy walls. Kazuha’s head rolled back along with a loud moan, taken aback with your initiative. Kazuha’s cock swirling around your walls while resting its tip in your cervix was surely making your head spin too.

“You look like a work of art, milady… A divinity.” Kazuha commented with that attractive, drunk face of his.

Now that he also had some pink marks in his neck from your make-out session with it, he was also looking sexy under you. If only he was naked too. But… his kimono wasn’t really tied-up anymore. It was just mostly hanging in his chest now since the temperature in the room was becoming intoxicating. Your eyes blinked in realization, and your hands quickly hunted his chest down.

You grabbed both ends of his kimono and pushed the hem away from each other like you’d die without it. His white-colored chest immediately showed up and shone with the room’s low lights.

Your pussy tightened around him immediately. Now he was also looking divin.

“Like it..?” Kazuha asked you with red cheeks in slight embarrassment.

You immediately nodded for him, causing his hands to move down to your hips and hug the gently.

“So let me cum inside you, and you’ll have the beautiful picture of my sex face, ok?” Kazuha smirked while beginning to assist your hopping.

“Yes!” You leaned down again, leaving the job of fucking entirely to him, but he fortunately took the opportunity and started thrusting his hips up and down.

After some minimum, quick thrusts, Kazuha begun bursting his cum all around you. You immediately leaned upwards to watch the man’s face and body contort with that orgasm in ecstasy.

To relax, you simply kept sat down on him, refusing to move while he kept that beautiful face of his.

You suddenly heard someone stand up from their seat.

“Well, I think we’re all exhausted, aren’t we?” He gently held you, pulling you away from Kazuha in a way that left you standing up on the ground with shaky legs. “And a little broken…” He giggled at his own pun.

“Wow… You were right about her pussy…” Kazuha sat up on the bed, looking more drunk than ever. His sleeves didn’t even stay at their original spot and fell down to his hands, leaving him shirtless, but he didn’t care about it.

“Don’t even think about it, she’s mine tonight.” Wanderer showed up in the scene while rearranging his pants with his dick back on it, pulling you from Heizou’s grip immediately.

Heizou didn’t do anything to fight his possessiveness back. He already figured out that the man had some good, unsolved issues that made him act like that.

“Why? Excited to have her on your own?” Kazuha teased him with an annoying smirk in his face.

“Don’t you guys have a case to solve?!” He avoided Kazuha’s question, making both men stare at each other in realization.

“We do have a case to solve…” Kazuha finally rose from his seat in the bed, rearranging his clothes and hair back to normal.

“Shall we?” Heizou asked, pointing to the door.

“Not before I kiss this woman goodbye…” Kazuha quickly walked to you and pulled you by your cheeks to smooch your lips playfully. “See you next time, Y/N.” He winked to you.

“Now you’re making me jealous.” Heizou quickly skipped close to you and smooched your cheeks. “Maybe we’ll see each other again!” Heizou smirked and both guys started walking away together, their conversation already beginning.

As soon as the door was closed, Wanderer sighed in stress.

“Tch, I hope he never shows up again. That Kazuha guy is already annoying enough.” Wanderer pulled your legs upwards, causing to squeak in fear of falling, but he simply held you like a princess.

“You’re too stressed…” You whispered in his ears.

“Want me to open the windows?” He asked while laying you down in the only corner of the bed that wasn’t dirty or sweaty.

You had closed them so no one would hear or see the things you and all the guys were doing in that room.

“Yes, please…” You said moving around in the bed, feeling all your sweat burning from the heat shock.

He obeyed you in silence, still with that usual grumpy face of his. Seems like making him happy was really a hard task, isn’t it..? Even when he crawled in the bed with you and covered the both of you with sheets, his face was stoic like he just had a bad day.

“Good night…” You still tried to get some real kindness out of him, but instead of replying to you with his words, he used his arms instead.

He hugged you from behind and immediately drowned his nose in your shoulder. You even tried adjusting your body to make yourself a little bit more comfortable in that position, but his hands were reminding you of tentacles thanks how strong they were holding you.

“You’re… suffocating me.” You gently whispered and he moved his hands down to your belly, but still holding you hostage in your own bed.

You sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t an asshole… or any of the men you gave yourself for this single night.

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A leap of faith ∞

Description: What if Ekko chooses to stay in an alternate reality to be with Powder, determined to help her rewrite her fate and find a new beginning together.

Word count: 1.6k

Timebomb fanfiction, AU Powder x Ekko

He cannot loose her.

Not again.

Ekko stood at the edge of the hex rune, the Chronobreak device humming faintly in his hand. The alternate timeline swirled around him, fragments of memories he’d never lived but felt intimately connected to. Ekko and Heimerdinger finally managed to create a device to send them back. He should be glad, he was about to help fix this big old mess Jinx had created, but why did he feel sorrowful? His heart arched at the thought of leaving Powder. Powder, not Jinx - the girl he fell in love in this alternative reality. She hadn’t yet become Jinx here. She was just Powder—filled much live and radiating with potential.

He closed his eyes, the weight of the device pulling at his wrist like a chain. Returning to his reality meant rejoining the war, leading the Firelights, and bearing the responsibility of Zauns future.

But what if he did not return back home?

Ekkos thoughts spiraled as he weighed his choice; return to his Zaun and fight the Piltis? Or be finally at peace and have a family again. His thoughts wandered back to Powder. He can be the anchor she needs. The one person to never abandon her.

He made up his mind.

Sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind.

He took one final look at his lab partner, his mentor, dare he even say his new friend? Determined with a sad undertone he turns his gaze to Heimerdinger.

“Please forgive me, professor”

“Ekko my boy? What’s wrong?”

But before Heimerdinger could finish his thoughts, Ekko took a leap forward, landing next to the platform and escaping just in time before his friend got sent back to their own reality.

Ekkos boots landed with a soft thud on the uneven ground. The swirling energy of the hex rune began to collapse behind him, the hum of its power fading into silence. For a moment, the world around him was still, and all Ekko could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat.

He’d done it.

The Chronobreak device, the bridge between realities, was gone now - sealed away in a cascade of light as Heimerdinger was sent back to their original timeline. Ekko knew the professor wouldn’t understand. Not fully.

But this wasn’t about understanding. It was about choosing.

“Powder…” he murmured, the name leaving his lips like a prayer.

The thought of her had anchored him here, pulled him from the void of indecision. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d missed her - not Jinx, not the broken girl with a twisted smile, but Powder. The girl with curious eyes and a knick for inventions, her trembling hands that reached out for anyone - someone - that will stay with her.

And now, Ekko could be that person. He could be the one to stay.

He glanced at the Chronobreak device in his hand one last time, its power now dormant. The final link to the world he left behind. It would’ve been so easy to use it again, to undo his choice. But not this time. This time, there would be no rewinds, no second guesses.

He slipped the device into his pocket, its weight no longer a burden but a reminder of sacrifice - no, of a new chance, and who is he to turn down such a golden opportunity?

Before he could register it, he found himself walking forwards the Exit. Powder must still be on the rooftop and waiting for him. Ignoring the doubt in his mind he made his way up to her.

Ekko paused for a moment as he reached the top of the stairs, his breath catching at the sight of her. Powder sat perched at the edge of the rooftop, her legs dangling over the side, the soft glow of Zauns colorful lights painting her silhouette in hues of green, pink and gold. Her hair, a bright blue contrast neatly swaying in the breeze.

She didn’t notice him at first. Her gaze was fixed on the cities skyline; on the winding streets, the bustling undercity, the faint hum of life that echoed even in Zaunss darkest hours. She seemed so small, so fragile, but there was strength and contentment in the way she sat there, lost in her thoughts.

Ekko hesitated. What could he even say to her? Could she even believe him if he told her the truth - that he had crossed dimensions for her? That he had left everything behind because he couldn’t bear to lose her again?

He shook the doubt from his mind. He had made his choice. Now, he had to follow through. There was no room for second chances, no room to mess up once again.

“Powder?” he called out softly.

Her head jerked up, startled. She twisted around, her wide eyes locking onto his. For a moment, her expression was unreadable - somewhere between shock, relief, and disbelief.

“Ekko?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his heart hammering. “Hey.”

She scrambled to her feet, spinning around to face him. “You - you’re here,” she stammered. “But you said - you said you can’t- You said it wasn’t possible and that -“

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. “I know what I said. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave you. Not again.”

Her lips parted, her eyes filling with something he couldn’t quite name.

She was silent for a long moment, Ekko was about to speak up once more but she carried on.

“You’re not my Ekko, right?”

The question hit Ekko like a punch to the gut. He faltered, his breath catching in his throat as he searched her face. Powder’s expression was still calm and collected but with a hint of curiosity.

‘No, but I could be’, he thought but he was too cowardly to speak his thoughts out loud, he felt like he had no right to do so.

“You’re not very different, you and him, I mean” she said”

“The only difference is that you actually made a move” she chuckled dryly.

“I…am not” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the city. “I’m not your Ekko. Not the one you grew up with, not the one you remember.” He hesitated, the weight of his confession pressing heavily on his chest. “But I’m still me. And I still care about you. That hasn’t changed, and it never will.” He almost sounded desperate, trying not to convince her but himself too.

“It’s not an unwelcome change, you know,” she said, her voice gentler now, like she was tiptoeing through uncharted territory. Her eyes searched his face, studying him as though trying to see beyond the surface. “He was always so focused on his work, that he never had time to enjoy the little things in life, always moving forward. Not like you.”

Ekko’s heart pounded in his chest. The comparison stung, but not because of jealousy. It was the knowledge that he wasn’t her Ekko that made the moment so fragile. He was a stranger to her in so many ways, yet she was looking at him with tender eyes and an affectionate gaze

She stopped mere inches away from him, close enough for him to see the faint freckles dotting her cheeks, to feel the faint warmth of her presence. Her hands hung at her sides, trembling slightly, as if she wasn’t sure whether to reach out or retreat.

Finally after a heavy moment of silence Ekko spoke up.

“Can we just pretend like it’s the first time again?” He said half jokingly, fidgeting nervously with his earring.

Powder took both of his hands.

“I’d like that”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he finally dared to meet her gaze. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice carrying a flicker of hope.

Powder nodded, her lips curving into a small smile of her own. “Yeah. I think… I think we could use a restart.”

Her words were light, almost playful, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity in them that struck Ekko deeply. She wasn’t dismissing the weight of what had brought them to this moment—far from it. She was choosing, just as he had, to take a leap forward.

“Okay,” he said softly, giving her hands a small squeeze. “Then let’s start fresh.” He hesitated, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “Hi. I’m Ekko. I’m kinda…new here.”

Powder blinked at him, then let out a surprised laugh—a real, unguarded laugh that lit up her face in a way Ekko hadn’t seen before. “Hi, Ekko,” she said, playing along. “I’m Powder. Guess I’m new here too. Good that ol’ lonesome me found someone like-minded.”

For the first time since he’d stepped into this timeline, Ekko felt the tension in his chest ease, replaced by something lighter. Maybe it wasn’t perfect. Maybe they were still figuring things out. But in this moment, with her hands in his and their laughter filling the air, it felt like they’d found a beginning.

And for now, that was enough.

-Authors Note-

Thanks for reading! Kinda rusted in writing so I hope you guys were pleased, this is one of many arcane fanfictions that’s gonna be posted and since quite many of you wanted me to dm it to you or link you feel free to comment if you wanna be added to my arcane fanfic tag list!

That’s all for now chat byee

Ps: there may come a part 2 soon who knows this is too peaceful rn🗣️but w a happy end so dw

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Chapter 14 of Karmi's Camden Adventure, the Devil Woman, is out!

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GREEN

GREEN

#1 of 3 Colors Series.

TRIGGER WARNING is expected, proceed with caution

Dreamcatcher Fanfiction

6322 WORDS

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It was cold light blue… 

Really cold and these red mosquitos were everywhere feasting and leaving itchy marks on each arm and leg. It was crippling, it was dark, but at least it was quiet. 

Finally quiet.

It was white.

A sweater or a hoodie would be quite useful right now, but there was no point, right? After all, it all doesn’t matter now, there was nothing to lose or gain anymore. Just take mindless steps… mindless heavy steps with no direction. Grab the gray asphalt underneath. Feel the cold, feel all of it… 

Blink.

It was dark, yet it was bright.

It was white.

All of these blinding lights were everywhere from store signages and street lights. Countless lost red and yellow souls passing by each other, and not caring about one another. After all, people have their own problems to deal with. 

Problems.

If only it were that simple, but it wasn't.

It never did.

Wish it was all monochrome but no, everything was bright, too bright to begin with, too colorful, too complicated, and there was no side ledge to stand on top off to. There was no compelling, pulling, and captivating clear dark blue body of water to drown in.

Not that everything wasn’t already drowning and suffocating.

All there was just darkness, this asphalt underneath, and all of these bright street lamps.

Just breathe.

It’s not that hard. It’s not that hard to just breathe.

Hard to breathe.

“You’re green.” That was what she said before grabbing onto your hand, without asking and pulling you away from these heavy mindless steps. She held tightly as every color blurred out, and each step kept getting lighter.

Run.

Her hand was soft, but she was gripping tightly and she was shaking as if… you looked at her. She was purple.

It was fast and blurry. All these colors mixed up and there was no clear path and all you could focus on was her. Her color oozed with purples and violets. Her blonde hair. That black sweater and gray skirt. And run to god knows where she would take you.

“What are you thinking about?” She yelled, still running.

“I don’t know…

Like maybe why are we running?

Who are you?

What are we even doing?

Aren’t you running out of breath?”

“Hey calm down, Green. Geez, you have too many questions.” She didn’t answer any of them.

“Are we lost?!” You yelled back.

You could just stop and let go of her hand but you didn’t. Why because for some reason…

“It’s okay, Green.” Once again her answer didn’t answer the question, but her words, felt like they meant something else.

Like it was okay to be lost.

“Why are you calling me Green?”

“Breathe.” She stopped. You both stopped.

“What’s that expression on your face?” She added.

“How about you? What are you so afraid of?”

Once again, she didn’t answer… She just looked at you while she caught her breath.

“You can see it, right?”

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“The colors. Tell me what color I am?”

“You’re purple or violet… I don’t know, I don’t care. What does it even mean?”

She just laughed, loudly until it was all you could hear, breaking the whites, mixing in the dark.

“Can you just talk to me like a normal person!?” You shouted and she just looked surprised. She pouted but she didn’t say anything.

“Look, I’m sorry for yelling. I just, can’t deal with this right now. I don't have time for this.” You tried to walk away but her next words stopped you.

She was really pushy.

“I'm not normal, Green.” She laughed.

“You’re silly, you know.” She squatted looking at your toes, at your shoeless feet.

“It's just that sometimes or most of the time, I get into these moods. I say what I want. I do what I want. You’re right… I’m purple. You’re funny, you don't know the difference between purples and violets.” She pointed at your feet happily.

“Your toes are dirty, aren’t they cold? Don’t go running without shoes or a flip-flop. I like violet more than purple, so I appreciate that you thought I was a violet.”

She says one different thing after another.

“You’re weird.” You sighed out of frustration as you grew aware of what she pointed out, yes your feet were cold.

“It’s my first time seeing your shade of green,” she muttered.

“Usually, I would see it in restaurants or children who don’t like their veggies. Did you eat something weird? But you’re different, it’s as if you’re disgusted by yourself.” She looked at you intently, studying your expression or rather studying your expression and peeking into your soul.

“That’s none of your business scaredy fox.” You reached inside your pocket and took out the single stick of cigarette left in there and a lighter.

“Hey, don’t smoke, Green.” She jumped up while simultaneously snatching the stick slipped in between your fingers, and threw it away. “It’s bad for you.”

“What’s your problem?!” You shouted at her and she just smiled.

“How about you? What’s your problem?” She retorted sternly as if she really believed that snatching that cigarette was the right thing to do. You just sighed in defeat. 

She had this commanding and carefree aura or in other words she was weird and she just didn’t care.

“Come on, just calm down and enjoy this view,” She tapped your shoulders before turning to look around. What view? All of it was just empty dark streets lit by white street lights, colorful street signage of 24-hour establishments, and the occasional passing of cars, and red and yellow souls.

“You’re weird,” you commented and she just smiled back at you.

“Keep telling me that, Green. It’s better to be weird than be normal, that sucks.”

“Stop calling me, Green. I don’t know what it means and I have a name,” you retorted while you stared at her. Now that you have a chance, you realize how beautiful this girl was… She looked like an idol, and the street lights weren’t blinding for once, they just illuminated this girl enough to show her violet self.

“So go ahead and tell me your name,” She challenged as she turned back and made eye contact.

“I don’t want to.”

She pouted, “Come on, I’ll tell you mine so tell me yours.”

“Why should I, you’ll keep calling me green anyways, Violet.”

“Haha, maybe I should dye my hair violet soon. Sure, that’s fine, let's just talk like this. Do you wanna walk? Or do you wanna sit?”

You laughed as you took a sit on the sidewalk underneath one of those white street lights.

“You made me run and then you’ll make me walk, don’t forget that I’m barefooted, Violet.” She laughed before sitting beside you.

“Here let me even out things,” She said before she removed her shoes and socks, and then threw them away.

“That’s not what I mean,” You said in a tone of frustration, “and that doesn’t even out things since we’re sitting.”

“Come on now, it’s better this way. Now go talk your heart out, Green.” She looked at you. Those eyes of hers, expecting something to come out of your mouth—the story of your shade of green.

She was really pushy(2).

“You go first, then I will go.” You smirked at her and she just pouted before breaking eye contact and looking at the sky.

“How about we play a game, Green? Let’s take turns, I’ll answer your question and then you answer mine. So that it’s fair, right?” She smiled in between her sentences.

“Sure, I’ll go first,” you quickly said and she just side-eyed in response before nodding and looking up again to the sky—that dark empty sky.

“What does Green, Purple, or Violet mean? Colors, what do colors mean?” You asked her. You could always see them everywhere but didn't really know what they meant. What do they mean? How could she even tell you could see them?

She snickered at your question, “You can see them but don’t know what they mean? You’re funny and weird.”

“I’m the one who is asking here, Miss.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll answer,” she said as she gestured as if she was grabbing something in the sky above her, “Green means disgust, and Purple is fear. Violet is still fear, but I guess for me, it is sadness mixed with little bits of anger. You know what’s funny, violet is made with more blue than red, and purple is just more red than blue. They, Purple and Violet are basically the same thing but they mean differently.”

Her explanation had raised questions. What she said wasn't clear honestly, but you just listened intently.

Her words… were just like she was yapping about something but they held meaning. 

“So if red is anger, and blue is sadness. Then Purple, do they root from anger and sadness? Does that mean you’re overwhelmed by anger but were slapped with the reality and blueness of not being able to do anything with that fear? Hence, maybe that’s why you’re afraid. What does Violet even mean then, when you’re too sad but also a little bit angry?” She lowered her fist and looked at it intently before opening it. 

She grabbed nothing out of the vast dark sky but there was something.

“You’re being unfair, you already asked three questions you know,” you smiled unknowingly as you watched her. “Anyways, I think you’re right though. There is nothing to be afraid of if you are happy.”

“Yellow?” She cut.

“Yes, yellow maybe as you said. Hence, fear is rooted in sadness, but sadness is just not enough. Maybe that’s why we need anger to experience fear. Sadness from the helplessness and anger from the hopelessness. Which do you prefer though? Violet or Purple?”

Once again, she looked at you straight in the eyes and something way beyond your eyes.

Perhaps the colors? Or maybe your soul?

“I prefer Violet, I already said that to you earlier. I think I’m violet… I wish I could be Violet, Green. What do you think? What am I?”

“Okay, Violet, I guess you’re too sad then, but I think you’re more purple. But I’ll keep calling you Violet 'cause violets are nice.” You smiled at her.

“Why?” She asked quickly.

“Because violet. Suppose you become more than just a violet. Let’s say super? Ultra?” 

She smiled. 

“Ultra-violet is all the colors at full brightness,” you joked.

“Haha, Ultra-violet? That’s so weird!” She exclaimed as she stood before once again looking up in the sky.

“Look who's talking, calling someone else weird,” you teased back. 

“Just ask your question, don’t forget about it.”

“I don’t know, I’ll ask later, Green. I’ll reserve my question for later.”

“Green? I don’t think green means disgust, but rather disappointment. Yellow is Happiness?  Green is made with blue and yellow, and all I can think about with that combination is disappointment. I don’t think you’re wrong though, Green might as well be disgust.”

“Why?” She asked and stood up beside her.

“Because I hate, myself.

Because I’m disgusted by myself.”

“That’s why you’re green.” She commented almost too quickly. “Why are you disgusted by yourself?”

“Hold your horses, it’s my turn to ask.” She smiled in acknowledgment.

“What are you so afraid of?”

And for the first time tonight, she didn’t look goofy, and she wasn’t smiling without any care in the world. There was violet, there was purple in her eyes. You suddenly remembered her shaking hands earlier, so you instinctively held her hands.

There were shaking. 

She held your hand tightly and said,

“I’m afraid of dying.”

“Why?”

She smiled, “Hold your horses, it’s my turn to ask a question.”

“Touche, Violet.”

You tried to let go of her hand but she intertwined hers with yours instead.

“Answer my why first.”

“I started to believe, that’s all.” 

“And?”

“I started to loathe, and I started losing love for myself.”

“What was it that made you believe? What do you believe in?” She asked continuously. Now the game was getting more interesting.

You smirked, “My turn to ask a question.”

“Aish, go ahead.”

“Why are you afraid of dying?”

She laughed and smiled again, and for some reason, it looked and sounded forced—there was sorrow behind her smile and laugh.

“That’s simple, because I’ll die,” she stated nonchalantly as if it was the most obvious thing to say. Does she have some kind of illness? A terminally ill patient? She looked rather healthy honestly.

“Come on now, everyone will die sooner or later.”

“Yup, you’re right.”

That was when you saw, something unforgettable that would haunt you forever—may that be in a bad way or a good way. 

It was her smile.

Different from the one she did before, it was the brightest. It wasn’t white or yellow, but rather was violet. It was something beyond beauty. And it wasn’t because of how the sides of her lips or the way her cheeks puffed or the way her eyes smiled along with her lips.

But it was the genuineness of it.

Her smile was filled with sorrow. 

Her smile harbored acceptance for something beyond what you knew about her.

Her smile hinted reds of regret.

Her smile was not just blue.

It was violet.

“Ul—” 

“I’ll die tomorrow, Green,” she cut as she let go of your hand and took a few steps forward.

You could no longer see her smile, or if she was still smiling even. You stare at her back while trying to process what she just said.

Her die? Tomorrow?

That ridiculous.

“Come on don’t joke around, you’re not terminally ill, are you?” You asked worriedly but she laughed once again...

“Is that a question? You're funny, I'm not sick or ill.”

If not that then…

“Are you gonna kill yourself?” she looked back, her smile wasn't there anymore.

“It’s not your turn to ask a que—”

“Forget about the stupid game! Answer the fucking question! Are you gonna kill yourself or not?” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill myself,” She answered rather quickly and surely.

“Don’t ever kill yourself,” you said sternly, and she responded by holding out her pinky finger.

“I won’t kill myself, I promise.” She wiggled her finger, tempting you to take it. You took it, and she locked on it before playfully pressing her thumb onto yours.

“Why do you even care?” She teased as she broke the lock between your pinky fingers and quickly intertwined her hands instead, “You have to answer two questions in a row now, you took two turns earlier. I won’t let go of you until you do.”

You held her hand tightly.

“My best friend killed herself.” You almost choked out of your words. 

“That’s why, so don’t kill yourself, and don’t ever kill yourself. 

I don’t ever want someone I know to kill themselves again,  because I’ll actually start to believe it, and maybe, I might just end up going after them...”

“What exactly is it?”

“That's your second question,” you said as you smiled at her.

“Yes it is, but this time you don't have to answer if you're uncomfortable.” 

She smiled back.

“Because everyone blames me for her death, and today, I visited her grave for the first time. I went away. I wasn't there for her funeral after all so I visited and I couldn't do so for the longest time… because I was afraid. I thought I didn't deserve to visit her until I… I was finally able to make our wish come true but—”

You bit your lip, as you felt all of it, the memories, the emotions, and the trauma weigh down on your shoulders.

“but when I came to her grave… her Mom was there, and she… she said that…

I didn't change.

I was still the same monster who drove her daughter to kill herself.

I… they all said it before. That it was because of me.

And now I'm starting to believe it.

So you're right…

I’m green.

I’m disgusted by who I am.”

Tears started flowing. Words were said. Everything came gushing out. All of those that were heavy were released.

You just wept and cried.

*SLAP

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” 

As the pain registered, it went silent—it went monochrome. 

There were only her eyes and her mouth saying the words. 

“It’s not your fault,” she repeated.

“I —I kn—know,” you struggled.

“It's not your fault,” once again as she caressed the cheek she slapped.

“I know and I tried, but—”

“Whatever it is, whatever you did. It’s not your fault.” she cut.

“But! Sometimes or most of the time, there are voices in my head saying how it's my fault that she had died. That I was the one who,” you bit your lip, “That they are right.”

“And I! Most of the time, I tell myself that they are not wrong for saying that.

So I… yes…  I hate myself. 

I am utterly disgusted by my own being.”

Green.

She pulled you into a hug and for one last time she said, “It’s not your fault.”

“So where did you lose your shoes?” she asked jokingly and you just bursted out laughing while tears flew down your cheeks. 

“You are taking advantage of this, are you? That is your third question.”

She giggled.

“Come on, tell me about it.”

“You know,  we probably look weird like this. Hugging in the middle of the streets and crying and laughing.”

“Do you want me to let go?”

Honestly no… 

There was this kind of comfort and discomfort being engulfed by her arms. 

Why would you let a complete stranger hug you like this? 

A complete stranger saying the words you wanted to hear the most? 

“Haha, I forgot about it…  my shoes. I just ran and later realized that I didn't have one.” 

“Here, I’ll give you this instead.” She broke the hug to reach for something from her pockets and took out a violet pen. 

“Always keep this with you and don’t ever lose it.”

“What's this? A kid toy pen? It doesn’t even work.” You tried it on your hand but the pen didn't have any ink. 

“Haha, it's my treasure so take care of it.”

“I will.” You kept it inside your pocket, replacing the cigarette from before.

“So tell me? What do we do now?” You asked her.

She took a few steps, before looking back.

“What else? We keep playing the game, Green.” She said as she held out her hand. 

“Come, walk me home?”

You took it.

“Where are we even? Do you even know from all that running?” She took her steps and you followed her.

“Of course, are you not from around here?”

Once again, upon these empty streets illuminated only by white street lights, you two walked barefooted as if it was the most normal thing ever, grabbing the cold pavement while relishing the strange comfort of each other’s company. 

“No, my best friend's parents decided they were going to bury her here, in their hometown so I came here to visit, but I can just look at my phone—” you patted your pockets to look for your phone only to find out that.

“I don’t have it!” you said surprised upon the realization of this predicament.

“I lost my phone,” you said to her but she just shrugged.

“Can I borrow yours?” 

“I don’t have one,” she replied as she noticed the worried look you had.

“Maybe it's in the graveyard? Do you wanna come and get it?” She asked.

“No way! It's too late and there's no way I’m going to a graveyard this late. Aish, we don't even know what time exactly it is.”

She just laughed and you just sighed in defeat. Of course, you at least knew how you got to the graveyard from your accommodation, and how to get out of town, but you had been wondering without any care for some ample time, the running and now walking with this violet stranger girl seemed to have led you to someplace you had no idea about. Of course, this also means you didn't know how to get to the place you were residing at.  You just know too little about this town and it was harder in the dark.

“Scaredy Cat, it's not that scary.”

She knows where things are, maybe you could ask her. You sighed in defeat. 

“Let's just go, I will walk you home, and just give me directions to my shared house and then I hope I can figure the way.”

The walk by itself was uneventful, after all that happened and the things that you two shared about each other, the silence was a breath of fresh air. Her silence was odd, but everything was honestly odd about her so... 

The girl you call Violet just has too many questions surrounding her. 

She was a mystery.

A single-colored mystery

“What were you even doing out this late at night?” You looked at her hand, the one you were still holding.

“Hmm,” she pointed at her temple, “I was taking a walk?”

She joked and you bumped at her playfully.

“I wanted to feel the air.

I wanted to see the stars. 

I wanted to see those white streetlights, 

those colorful store signage, 

those lost souls colored uniquely on their own. 

I wanted to see the town.

Many more.” She smiled but her tone was filled with blues, yellows, and a new color, you had seen for the first time, orange.

What is orange?

“You’re being weird again, Violet.” you didn’t what to say so you just said the first sorry banter you thought of.

“But hey, I got to meet you, Green.” She looked at you, smiled and it was yellow.

You blushed…

She was strange.

She was weird.

But she had a smile that could not be described by just the words beautiful, pretty, or attractive.

Her smile was colorful.

“I don’t know, I think I was unlucky that I met you,” she punched you and pouted cutely. “Haha, I’m just kidding, I’m glad you found me.”

Yes, the word was found.

She found you.

“I can’t even imagine what could have happened to me if you didn’t do what you did.” You smiled.

“So thank you, Violet.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks turned rosy. Is she blushing?

“Oh shush, don’t mention it.” She smacked your shoulders. She’s shy?! This girl…

“You looked green.” That was maybe her own way of saying You look like you needed help.

“We’re here.” You weren’t really paying attention and you just followed her so you didn't notice until you looked around to find out you two stopped in front of a massive gate, and from afar, you could an even more enormous mansion fitting the massive gate.

On the gate, you noticed circular geometric patterns, but you didn’t think much of them.

“This is your house?” you asked her and she just nodded.

“This is my family’s. My sisters and I live here,” she explained and you nodded in response. You also told her the name of your accommodation and asked for directions but she just…  shrugged… 

You couldn't believe it… there was no way.

You would have no choice but to sleep in the streets. 

“You could stay here if you want?” she offered. 

“I don’t th—”

“Lee Gahyeon!” a voice cut came from the other side of the gate before you could finish. From afar, you saw a figure of a woman. She was walking towards the two of you. 

“Lee Gahyeon?”

“That’s my name, Green.”

When the figure was finally in sight it revealed an elegant woman wearing a pure white night 

gown. Red lips, sharp nose, and lazy hazy eyes of a predator. 

“That’s my sister, Kim Minji,” Gahyeon whispered as the said woman opened the massive gate of the mansion.

She was gray.

“Your sister looks really attractive, Vio—” she elbowed you and you just giggled. Kim? They are sisters, right? 

“Where have you been?” she asked her before looking at you up and down. “And who is this gentleman?” 

A strict mom? Wait, she’s her sister. 

“I just took a night stroll, we took a night stroll,” she answered as she hugged your arm. 

“He’s my boyfriend,” she added, which made your eyes widen. 

“I see… A stroll, without shoes. A boyfriend without shoes,” She pointed out. The older sister stared at you as if she was waiting for you to say something. 

“Hi—hi! O—older Sister, I’m,” you stuttered as you introduced yourself. You held out your hand for a handshake but the older woman ignored it and turned around. 

“Come Gahyeon, it's late. We should rest, everyone has already retreated to their rooms.” The older gestured for the younger to come. 

“JiU-unnie wait. ” This halted the older and looked back. “Can he stay? He has nowhere to go right now and it's too late.”

“We don't have any guest rooms ready so just show him to Father’s bedroom. Let him borrow his clothes and… shoes.” Minji continued walking towards the manor while Gahyeon dragged you.

“Violet, is this okay?”

“Yup don’t worry, if she says it's fine then it's fine. JiU is the oldest amongst us 7 and she's the leader so what she says goes, and besides, it's the least she could do.” you sighed in defeat.

“The least she could do?”

“Yes! I mean her youngest sister brought home a man for the first time, the least she could do is to make him feel at home and give him some shoes.” she pointed at your toes before dragging you to go inside the mansion.

What’s with them and toes… and shoes…

The place was quite big so it took a while to even go to the front door of the mansion. It made you wonder, where did the older woman walking a few meters in front of you and Gahyeon. You saw a gazebo near the gate so maybe that was wear Minji was hanging out while she was waiting for Gahyeon? Alone, that late at night?

Along the way, you saw a vast green field lit by post lamps, well-kept plants and flowerbeds, and a few marble angel statues holding some sort of ornament with patterns similar to the ones on the gate. It was creepy looking at them so you tried to ignore them up until you arrived at the front door. Although, it was hard not to notice as even the front door had them engraved.

“Violet, what are those?” you pointed at the door.

“Those are dreamcatchers, you’ll see them everywhere,” Minji explained instead of Gahyeon.  

“They are all valuable so don’t touch them,” Gahyeon added before guiding you inside the mansion. 

The word magnificent wasn't enough to describe it. If only there were a word for something terrifying yet grandiose. It was only the entrance, where you were greeted by a massive grand oval staircase solely lit by a crystal chandelier. Angels on both the left and right ends of the staircase, each holding their own dreamcatcher. 

The light from the chandelier was not enough to illuminate the whole place, but it was enough for you to see the place with the sunroof helping with a little bit of illumination from the moon.

Minji was right, they were everywhere from the patterns of the stair railings, to many of them hanging in the ceiling, railings, and walls. Even the crystals of the chandelier looked like individual dreamcatchers on their own. 

The open space was big enough to be a function hall. At the end of it, there was a hall with what seemed to be full rooms. Similar to the one in the middle, the left and right way had a hall passage leading to parts of the mansion that you haven’t seen yet.

The place had at least three floors but it seemed like the grand staircase connected only the first and second floors but you could see a third floor from the open space above. As you looked up again, there seemed to be a silhouette looking at the three of you.

“Someone is up there,” you pointed out to the two women.

“Probably one of our sisters,” Gahyeon answered.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Father’s bedroom.” Gahyeon took your hand again and you just followed her.

“Are there elevators in this massive place?” You asked them.

“What’s that?” Gahyeon asked back sincerely as if she had never seen an elevator before.

“Really?” You asked back, but she laughed loudly.

“Gahyeon, please not be too loud,” Minji 

“Of course, I know what an elevator is. We just don’t have one. My father is an old-school grandpa so he didn’t like technology so much,” Gahyeon joked.

Come to think of it, she also didn’t have a cellphone.

Soon Minji headed for her room and you two headed for their Father’s bedroom. You assumed that their father was not in the mansion because they were renting his bedroom away, but you didn’t ask about it because it might be a sensitive topic.

The room was just as you had imagined but it didn’t fail to impress you. It was the master bedroom—a king-size bed, a walk-in closet full of unbranded tailored clothes, shoes, and accessories, a bathroom of its own, and other things that screamed wealth. Gahyeon had let you borrow most of it. It was embarrassing being treated so well, but she firmly assured you it was okay.

When you came out of the bathroom after freshening up, you looked at the balcony,  where you found her watching the night sky. For a moment, you stared at her before she noticed you, smiled at you and gestured for you to join her. You thought to yourself as you walked towards her that she finally looked like the color she wanted to become. Violet.

Maybe more than that.

Ultra-violet.

“I’m your boyfriend?” you teased her as you leaned on the balcony railings. You stared at her while she continued watching the stars and the moon. Beautiful. You thought to yourself. It was picturesque, her glowing under the moonlight.

“Why do you not want to? Is this my first rejection?” She giggled.

“Wow, you’re just gonna turn me into a heartbreaker if I say no?”

Any guy would want to be hers. You were sure of it. You were not even sure if she was serious about the boyfriend thing. It was just an excuse to let her older sister let you inside the mansion. She was kind like that.

“I’m serious, be my boyfriend,” She declared as she slowly inched towards you until she was close… too close.

“Do you love me?” You asked, even though you knew what was the answer.

Her violet turned into pink. Weird.

“Hmm, I find you interesting and I think you’re cute. I like you, but I don’t think I love you yet,” She explained as you backed down a few steps away from her.

“How about you, Green? Do you love me?” She threw the question right back at you.

It feel like you two were playing the game again.

“You’re be—beautiful… You’re re—really nice. Kind. Although you’re kinda odd and weird, I think any man would fall in love with you.” She inched forward, once again in an uncomfortable distance. 

Yellow. 

Was your eye tricking you?

“I would love to be your boyfriend, but I don’t think it’s the right time to do so,” you blurted out nervously. She pouted. She smiled differently—almost bittersweetly.

Also, how could one truly love someone when one only has hate for themselves?

“Aish, what a heartbreaker.” She flicked your forehead before running inside the room.

Now once again, her usual Violet.

“Hey! What was that for?” You chased after, but she ran circles around you, outmaneuvering you using her speed, by throwing throw pillows at you or putting distance between the two of you using the furniture. You didn’t even know what you were going to do once you caught her but you kept chasing.

Up until she stepped into one of the pillows she threw earlier and slipped. Time slowed down, and in that moment, you tried to break her fall or maybe catch her from an impending disaster. You couldn’t catch her. Thankfully, she didn’t hit her head and instead, she fell onto the bed. You sighed in relief when you saw that she wasn’t hurt in any way. But there was something strange. Her cheeks turned rosy. She had let out a strange noise.

“I’m no longer pure,” she whispered… What did she mean by that? 

That was when you realized, you fell into a position where you could only see in dramas or animations, a girl accidentally falling and the boy trying to catch her only to end up in an awkward position.

Maybe, fate was rather playful at that point as you felt your body press onto her. You could feel her soft body on yours, and her face… she was too close. Gahyeon was so close that it was only an inch keeping you two away from kissing. Luckily, it wasn’t that cringe trope where the guy accidentally grabbed the woman’s breast, but luck couldn’t suppress biology as your body reacted embarrassingly. 

“Green, your thing… is pressing against me,” Gahyeon said shyly to which you quickly responded by jumping out of that position.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! It’s a natural thing!” You reasoned out, but she just laughed as she fixed herself.

“Pervert,” She whispered into your ear before kissing you on the cheek.

“Haha, you’re blushing, Green!” She teased as she walked to the door.

“That’s what you get for rejecting me,” Gahyeon said before leaving you speechless inside that massive room.

What?! 

Why did she do that?!

What’s with her?!

You had so many questions, but you just retreated to the bed. So much happened, and meeting Gahyeon somehow made it bearable and for a moment you forget about all those hardships. 

Gahyeon/Violet was really an oddball.

“Ultra-violet,” you muttered to yourself.

Maybe it was worth trying again at this complicated colorful life. 

Somehow, it not being monochrome was great as before it once had her, and now it has Violet.

Tomorrow would be a great day, you thought to yourself before closing your eyes.

What kind of questions should you ask her tomorrow?

The next day came full of anticipation. The questions still lingered. 

Her kiss. 

Her smile.

Her color.

That brightness. 

They all lingered.

You opened the door of the master room only to be greeted by the warmth of the bright yellow sun. The sunroof filled the mansion with natural light. Light creates the ambiance of the place, as well as the expression of the structure. The wealthy took this to heart. What kind of family do they even have to afford this?

This place wasn’t so creepy after all. The marble statues, and the dreamcatchers. Maybe the dark tense vibe of the night made it creepy. The master room/Gahyeon’s father's room was located on the third floor and the fact that the mansion was vast meant it was a trip to even to the second floor.

You hummed as you walked and tried to reflect on what happened yesterday. You remembered Gahyeon’s pen, you remember putting it inside your pockets. You checked if it was still there, and to your surprise, something else was inside your pocket.

A note that said the following:

“Don’t trust anyone. Don’t keep this note. Swallow it.”

Chills went down your spine. What does this even mean? Is this a prank?

“AHH!” a scream came from below. The first floor. 

Does this mean the note is not a prank? 

What’s happening?

Before you could even think straight, you just did as the note said. You crumpled it and swallowed it whole before heading to the first floor. Suddenly, you remembered something from yesterday.

“I’ll die tomorrow, Green.” 

You completely forgot about what she said. Your steps became heavier, but you found yourself running the flight of stairs.

Hearts were booming. Imagination was going wild. Anxiety kicked in.

It only got worse when you arrived at the grand staircase when you saw something hanging off the chandelier. The steps felt endless. You closed your eyes. You could only wish that your eyes were lying to you.

It’s not real, right?

Open your eyes. Look again.

Her smile.

Her color.

You reached the bottom.

That was when the high came crashing down as you looked at a scene that would haunt you forever. It hit hard before, but it hit harder today. Your hope was quite literally hanging in front of your eyes. It didn’t crash down. It floated, and it would never reach the ground.

That was when the colors faded.

There was so much to ask.

But there was no more chance.

A game played by one person would not be fun at all.

It was your turn after all.

Ask the question.

As your tears flew down your cheeks endlessly, they were crawling slowly from behind, hugging you. A weight on your shoulders. A blow of air right beside your ear whispered. It was a feeling you know of too much already.

Her hugs.

The way she held your hand.

The way her lips curved when she smiled.

Her bright color.

“It’s your turn, Green.” That was her sweet kind voice, but how could it be? How could it be her when she was literally hanging in front of your eyes?

“Violet,” you called her name, “who killed you?”

The game continues.

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This is for a good friend of mine. Thank you for waiting for this after so many months of hiatus.

Not as good as I was and maybe too many errors but here it is.

[nerdieforpedro]

That last line though 🤣🤣🤣 These guys are awesome. 👏

Like My Dreams

Characters: Pete Dunham, the GSE boys, Steve Dunham

Words: 820

Warnings: Mentions of near death experiences, scars and bruises/wounds on face and neck. Mention of blood and trying to control bleeding. Broken leg/use of crutches. Swearing. Drinking

Summary: Steve takes Pete home after he is released from the hospital after almost succumbing to his injuries from the fight with Tommy and the NGO.

A/N: I love Pete and he deserved so much better, so I'm fixing it. This will be a series and will follow the plot of the film aside from the obvious...

This introduction is short, but sweet, and I just needed to get it out of my system and have this hooligan be okay again 💗

If you're interested in being tagged in this please comment, send an ask or DM me!

A big thank you to my friend @stealfromthedevil who lent me her expertise in British slang so I could get it just right 💗

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Each bump in the road made his head hurt, but even with that, Pete couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

He was going home.

"Bruv," he pleaded one more time, "I really just want to stop in for a pint and see the lads. I don't think that's too much to ask considering you were almost an only child again."

Steve gave him an exasperated glance, his lips thinning even as Pete's grew into what he obviously thought was a convincing grin, and focused back on the road with a sigh.

"And I'll remind you how I almost fucking kicked it, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Pete sang, a solumness washing over him as he looked away from the scar on Steve's neck and out the window, recalling seeing his older brother bleeding out while his hands and clothes were stained in his blood as he had tried to apply pressure to the wound that nearly took his life.

He stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, not wanting to go home, and definitely not wanting to go back to Steve and Shannon's even though they nagged him to, his heart yearning for some form of normalcy after all he'd been through and the days upon days he'd lay stuck in a hospital bed.

The lads had all visited, of course, usually to the disapproval of every nurse and doctor in the vicinity, each member of the GSE doing whatever they could to help the leader of their firm see through to another day.

Pete hadn't been paying attention to the route Steve was taking when he realized they had stopped out front of Brigid Abbey Pub, his brother giving him a somewhat defeated nod as he switched the ignition off.

He was home.

If he didn't need fucking crutches to walk because of his broken leg, he would've ran inside, but instead remained as patient as he could as Steve helped him out of the car, the motion from sitting to standing making him dizzy, and walked slowly with him through the door.

The air inside felt different; the all-too familiar smell he could recount just by thinking about it suddenly seemed foreign, and the usual buzzing feel of The Abbey had fizzled out, almost as though he had actually died.

As he hobbled through to the back table and their usual spot, other patrons began to take notice, whispering and nudging their mates to turn and see both Dunham brothers, alive and almost-well, returning to the place they would always be known as legends.

They were all there; Dave, Bovver, Ned, Ike, Keith and Swill, nearly mowing each other down to get out of the booth and off their chairs to get to him first.

"Aye, aye! Take it easy, lads!" Pete warned through a laugh, all of them quickly settling and taking turns in opting for a gentler hug than they would've liked in seeing the still-fragile state of their mate.

It was a fast and frantic spill of words and stories as they all struggled to talk at once, making his head pound from the sudden excitement, but he smiled through it, having missed his crazy and loyal brotherhood more than he ever imagined.

Steve watched from the bar as Terry fetched their beers, happy to see his brother laughing and breathing, his eyes watering as the emotion of almost watching him die came over him for the billionth time.

"You alright, Major?" Dave asked, coming up to help him bring all the pints over to the table.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Steve blinked, "I'm just- it's just nice to see this."

Dave smiled, his own eyes reflecting the light more than usual, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

They finished their round and ordered another, Pete planted firmly in his seat and refusing to leave yet even though Steve tried to usher him out the door more than once.

"I'll take him round to yours when he's had enough, eh?" Dave offered, and not wanting to rid his brother of the first good thing he'd had happen to him since his brush with death, Steve agreed.

"Cheers, Dave. Always the responsible pilot," Steve nodded, getting his wallet out of his pocket and tossing a few notes on the table for more beers. He looked down at Pete, those boyish blue eyes beaming up at him just as they had all those times he was a kid getting into trouble, the scars and flaws on his face unable to take away from his high-spirited expression.

"You," he pointed, "Go easy."

"Yes, mum!" Pete called, hitting his hand on the table in celebration.

Steve walked through the bar, smiling and shaking his head when he heard Pete say to them in the distance; "Aye! I wanna hear all the eulogies you cunts wrote out for me. Better have been singing my praises!"

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@theesirenteller

[fanon-elio]

By your side.

Part 3

Summary: You are the CEO of a big company and hired Lycaon as your personal attendant, however it seems that your wolfish butler has developed a crush on you. So while you and him were on a business trip, both of you were forced to confront your growing feelings for eachother.

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional and is not canon. You are responsible for the content you consume, so if the following warnings trigger you, you may read at your own risk.

Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn'ish, long fic, mutual pining, reader is smaller than lycaon, lycaon is down bad horrendous, friends to lovers type stuff, some flashbacks here and there, spoilers for lycaon's agent story, lycaon is a teeny tiny bit possessive.

Angst, Mentions of injury, mentions of death, social anxiety, reader lowkey having a panic attack, trauma.

Other warnings: lowkey my first fanfiction, so bare with me here. (T^T)

I added some throw-away characters to the story as plot devices, no they're not oc's and they hold no importance to the story other than providing character development.

We don't know that much about Lycaon's past yet, so take everything you may read here about his backstory with a grain of salt.

This fic contains a lot of scenarios written in Lycaons pov cuz i eat this shit up for breakfast.

Welcome back once again.

I apologize for the short delay, i have been sick these last couple of days. But I managed to get it done, even though Tumblr ate my draft and I had to start from scratch. Shaking, crying, throwing up, ripping my hair out.

Once again, I apologize for possible mistakes you may find, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Enjoy!

The sun was slowly setting, bathing the city in a golden hue as you and Lycaon drove through the city. You occupied yourself by looking outside the window, hoping it would ease your nerves about tonight's event. Your eyes wandered with the movement of the car as you noted that the earlier rain had definitely left its mark, the outside area's of the various restaurants and cafes remained empty and the parasol's closed. The sun gently reflected in the puddles of rainwater that still covered the streets, and you watched as life slowly but surely returned to them, smiling as you saw a couple of children jumping into the puddles as the brilliant liquid flew everywhere as it glittered in the sun.

That reminded you of something. Earlier Lycaon had called home, wanting to make sure everything was okay with everyone and the caffee while he was gone "by the way, how's it going at home?" You asked curiously, his ear flicked as you caught his attention "Corin had assured that everything was going well" he answered "everyone is doing fine, and Rina had even kept herself out of the kitchen like I had requested" Lycaon replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, even though Rina accidentally poisoning someone was one of his biggest worries. It was true that Rina was an expert at her job, however cooking had never been her strong suit, and it seemed that no matter how many cooking lessons she took it never improved. So for the time that he was away, they had hired someone to do the cooking and baking in the caffee for them.

"Corin had also asked me to once again thank you for tutoring her" you gasped as you remembered that the exam you had helped her study for was yesterday "oh! How did she do?" You asked, and he smiled, "She has written an A" he responded, and you could have sworn to have heard a tinge of pride in his voice. Even though he was a rather strict boss, he was still very understanding and supportive, you always found it endearing how Lycaon took care of Corin and Ellen as if they were his own daughters.

You knew that Lycaon's employees could be a handful sometimes. Be it Corin's clumsiness, after a cup of coffee you had once ordered accidentally landed in your lap instead of on your table. Ellen's tardiness, when you would find her asleep in the most outlandish places. Or Rina's lethal cooking, you had once experienced first hand after having been offered one of her "Chernobyl cocktails" as Ellen called them. And goddamn, you think you could never forget that excruciating stomach ache.

But you knew that they worked hard and had the spirit to do well. And, if you were fully honest, Lycaon had his own lovable peculiarities as well. Like his obsession with cleanliness, the way he attracted the attention of all the dogs in the general vicinity, or even the way he would glare daggers at a squirrel if he spotted one.

The car ride slowly came to an end as Lycaon pulled into the driveway of the building the gala would take place in, you noticed all the expensive and extravagant cars all neatly parked next to each other which made you remember yesterday's mess with Mr. Goldman, much to your dismay, you really hoped not to run into him tonight since you were already nervous enough.

If you were fully honest, high society had always been highly exhausting for you. You came from a humble backround, not having been born into wealth but rather accumilated it over the years thanks to hard work. In truth, everything overly extravagant made you feel rather uncomfortable, you never really understood the appeal of wearing expensive designer clothes, and most of them looked hideous to you anyways. So much so that you and Lycaon would always joke about it when watching fashion shows on TV.

This humbleness reflected in your living situation as well. You lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood a few minutes away from Lumina square, so if no one knew because you had deleberately told them, they would never suspect you to have a net worth over several billion dennies.

You enjoyed the freedom this gave you, being able to walk around undisturbed without being followed around and having your day to day life broadcasted to everyone on social media. This also allowed you to form genuine bonds with people who stuck by your side for you, and not for your money. And even though your best friend Zhu yuan was rather chaotic you did love her like your own sister. You wondered if your in-person-attendance today could potentially threaten that freedom of yours.

Lycaon seemed to notice your nervousness and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder "don't worry, whatever happens tonight I will not leave your side" you smiled in reply, your heart soared at the way he touched you, gentle as if handling porcelain.

Both of you exited the car and Lycaon offered you his arm as you walked to the front entrance, the smell of rain still hanging strong in the air, and you reminisced of a time before you two had met. Well, officially at least.

Unbeknownst to him, you've actually had your eyes on him for much longer than he knows. All of it started when Zhu yuan was forced to take some time off and you tried to distract her from thinking about her job by going shopping. It had rained that day just like earlier, and you had walked down the street with your umbrella in hand. It was then when you had seen him through the window of his maid caffee. You had never actually believed in love at first sight, and always believed it to be a clichee.

Until it hit you pretty much square in the face.

And as luck would have it, your every so worried parents had hired exactly him to watch over you and your mental health, from which day oneward your feelings for the wolf thiren only seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

And since that day, he had never left your side.

You noticed the plethora of photographers and reporters standing by the main entrance, and you stiffen in response. The flashing of the cameras made you feel nauseous, as you made your way over the red carpet trying to stay as unnoticeable as possible "excuse me miss y/n!" But you had no such luck, it seems "I'm from Eridu today, and I must say it is a pleasure to see you this evening, it is not often that you give the public the opportunity to enjoy your company!" The reporter said, holding her microphone at you, and you looked at the cameraman who accompanied her. You noticed your reflection in the void of the camera's lens, and you swallowed, feeling your heart drop to your feet.

A new scent reached Lycaon's nose, one he didn't like. Fear. He had worried that this might happen, you weren't used to such media attention. Naturally, you were overwhelmed by suddenly having everyone's attention on you, with the knowledge that hundreds of thousands of other people were watching you behind their screens.

He discreetly placed his hand against your lower back, his warm palm gently signaling you that he was here, and that he had your back. He noticed you seemingly relax a little in response. Gathering all the confidence you had, you responded "O-of course, being here this evening is a matter of the heart for me" the reporter nodded, her emotions hidden behind a smile that you weren't able to pinpoint. "I see it as my duty to be present for tonight, in solidarity for the victims of the Vision cooperation" you continued, the thunderstorm of camera flashing once again flooding your senses. It was overwhelming. "That is wonderful! It's true that this scandal had shaken the community to its core" the reporter said, and you hoped a simple nod was enough of an answer for her "Master, we should get going" Lycaon responded, and you released a silent breath of relieve. You could kiss him for helping you get out of this situation, well you could always kiss him if you were being honest. With his hand still on your lower back, he gently guided you towards the main entrance.

As soon as Lycaon and you walked through the front door, you could instantly feel the stares of the other guests fall on the two of you; some in surprise, some in awe even and yet some others in confusion.

You tried to swallow the lump that was once again forming in your throat from your growing unease of being the center of attention at the champagne reception. You tried to focus on the feeling of Lycaon's hand on your back in order to distract yourself from the stares that pierced you from every angle. Lycaon himself was still worried of your growing discontent, however he was still so proud of you for having confronted your fears. He himself was used to having others attention on him all the time, be it because of his height and stature, or because of his prosthetics. But you didn't, why else did you keep yourself out of the public eye where you could. He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as a small sign of encouragement. You smiled to yourself, squeezing his hand back. With him here, you were sure you could make it through this night.

Both of you took the drink you were offered, and made your way towards the main hall, you looked around, noticing some familiar faces you've seen once or twice on TV while a lot of the other guests present were completely unfamiliar to you, but you weren't that surprised, you normally never appeared on events like these, always dismissing the invitations, and only rarely ever gave interviews. You couldn't fathom how awful it must be not being able to go outside without paparazzi waiting for you like circling vultures, and wondered how all the famous singers and actors could live like that.

You wondered if Lycaon ever had to deal with them when he was working for other clients, and silently amused yourself on the thought of your wolfish butler trying to fend off a horde of camera wielding paparazzi.

After some time of walking among the sea of attendees, and being greeted by one or two, both of you finally reached your designated table. You thanked Lycaon when he pulled your chair out for you to sit, secretly gushing over his gentlemanly gesture as you went over tonight's schedule in your head again.

For starters, the host was going to hold a speech followed by dinner and afterward a charity auction. "Is everything alright so far, master?" Lycaon asked, and you gave him a playful thumbs up "so far everything is going well, knock on wood it stays that way" you told him, and he nodded in agreement, especially after having seen Mr. Evergreen and his wife amongst the attending guests and even though there was no bad blood between him and the Evergreens, the embarrassment he felt was still quite strong, even though he wanted to ask how Lilac's art classes were coming along.

"Say Lycaon, I'm curious about something" you started, his ears perking up immediately "please master, feel free to share your curiosity with me" he said reaching for his glass to take a little sip "could it be there are other clients of yours here tonight?" you asked mirthfully "there are indeed, may I inquire why you ask?" "Oh it's just that i saw the Evergreens earlier" you told him and he nearly choked on his drink.

Your little banter is interrupted by the sound of someone clinking their glass, blanketing the room in silence. While looking for the source of the sound, you let your gaze wander across the hall, briefly stopping when you noticed a familiar face amongst the crowd. Your brows furrowed in annoyance when you recognized Mr. Goldman and his wife, who looked equally as annoyed as you, sitting just three tables away from you. You silently saluted her for somehow miraculously finding the patience to put up with his bullshit... and his face.

"I'm honored to welcome you all" your eyes shifted to the front of the hall, now finally spotting where that earlier sound came from "it fills me with joy for having you attend tonight's celebration" a woman in a wheelchair spoke, and you could have sworn that you've seen her somewhere before "I dedicate tonight's gala to those who work tirelessly to help those in times of need" she continued "for those stricken with illness and injury, and those in poverty, who need our support dearly" as those words left the woman's mouth and entered Lycaons ears, he internally scoffed at her, wondering where all this support was that they were praising themselves for? Painfully clenching his jaw as he was reminded of his own past.

Where was it when his parents died, and he had to live on the streets, or when he had to join mockingbird just to survive, stealing from those who could have lent their aid but never did, always favoring status and profits above their humanity. Even after the violent injuries inflicted on his body, the memories of which still rob him of his sleep, it was due to his own diligence that helped him regain his life and that allowed him to now sit amongst the people he secretly loathed so much.

However... it seems that amongst the rubble, some gems can still be found; he glanced at you and his gaze softened.

You weren't like them, you actually cared about the lives of others and this is exactly what you modeled your business after, exactly why he loved you so dearly. It was your gentle nature and kind heart what made him fall for you in the first place, and god has he fallen hard for you. You give those stricken with illness and injury the oppertunity to walk through life on their own feet again. You work hard to give them back a shred of normalcy, trying to get them back on track after their life had been so crudely derailed. And yet, you still kept the delicacy of the moment, never prying neither your clients, nor himself for answers. Something he greatly appreciated about you, because he was aware that this question had burned on your tongue for the last one and a half years now. But, as graceful and as kind as you are, you opted to wait for him to open up to you, and he would eventually when he himself has found the courage to lay his heart bare to you.

His tail slowly swished from side to side as he once again marveled at the sight of you just like he had done yesterday in the car. Tonight however, things seemed different somehow, tonight you shined so much brighter; instead of being illuminated by the sun's rays, you have appeared to have become the sun, burning away the shadows of his pain and insecurity.

Memories of you two filled his mind has it really already been one and a half years? Time really does fly by when you're enjoying yourself he thinks to himself and recalls one special moment in peticular, the moment he had fallen for you.

Back then he had taken quite a beating during a comission with master proxy, breaking his prosthetics in the process, and having to spend a night in the hospital due to a concussion. He still remembered the shame he felt when he had called you to inform you about his sudden absence, and the suprise when you showed up not even half an hour later to check up on him. But most of all does he vividly recall the feeling blooming in his chest when you came back the next morning, with his prosthetic in your hands. Fully repaired. He had thanked you, having felt beyond gratefull that, not only had you taken your time, money and effort to get them repaired. But also because you had spared him the feeling of dread and hopelessness when he thought about having to leave the hospital in a wheelchair.

And even though you had helped him get back on his feet, by that time he had, figuratively speaking, already been on his knees for you.

You two had already experienced so much together, having gone through thick and thin, supporting eachother where you could. And he wanted to experience so much more with you. You turn your head, once again feeling his gaze on you, but this time he doesn't turn his head away, locking eyes with you instead and relishes in the smile you grace him with.

Maybe all of his past trageries were worth it if it ment he could remain by your side.

Applause replaced the silence as the host concluded her speech, and dinner was served, though it had been rather uneventfull. However Lycaon chuckled when you celebrated its disctinct lack of caviar. He felt a sense of satisfaction while he watched you eat. He was glad that now he was sitting across from you during an official dinner, instead of some desperate cretin who would constantly make a move on you - on his favourite person.

But not all good things can last forever. It seemes that said desperate cretin had read Lycaon's mind, thinking it a good idea to apporache your table.

"It's nice to see you tonight Ms. Y/n" both you and Lycaon had to fight the groan that desperately wanted to escape you both when Mr. Goldman appeared, sucking out all the positive vibes out of the current situation with his mere pressence alone. "I hope this dinner was more to your liking?" he inquired, which confused you that he had enough self-awareness about the abysmal choice of cuisine during your not-so-fun get together, but apparently not enough that he didn't see a problem in flirting with another woman that wasn't his wife. You were terribly tempted to snitch on him to his wife but scratched that idea, opting to get tonight over with while avoiding any inconveniences.

"It was" you responded shortly, hoping that he'd understand your unwillingness to talk to him right now, but he seems to once again lack the self-awareness necessary to understand. "I just wanted to once again inquire about possible business cooperations with you, since I'm going to be an investor and shareholder soon" he cackled, and you raised an eyebrow at his weird display, Lycaon watching both of you intently. "It is nice of you to inquire, we'll see if you qualify" you said taking a sip from your glass "what do you mean if I qualify?" he asked you rather uncertain if he had understood you correctly, while mimicking air quotes "I say so simply because our last meeting left me on a rather bitter note"

and you weren't just talking about the food, that was for sure

"was it because I didn't invite him-" he once again pointed at Lycaon "-to my party?" He asked "for one, yes" you said putting your glass down "please Ms. Y/n, a pretty Lady like you couldn't possibly be that petty-" you held your hand up, politely stopping his rambling "I have made my decision, please be assured that I will respond to your offer in due time, however-" you crossed one of your legs over the other, gently perching your hands on your knee "-I must disappoint you when I say that the possibility of you becoming a Shareholder has unfortunately never stood in question, I hope you understand" you explained "regardless, I wish you a pleasant evening" you finished.

Mr. Goldman was about to object to your words when Lycaon's voice coldly interrupted him "She wishes to no longer speak with you, I must kindly ask you to leave" Lycaon glared daggers at the smaller man in front of him who didn't budge an inch at first.

It infuriated Lycaon, he wouldn't let anyone ruin this special evening for the both of you, not when everything was going so well.

"Please don't make me ask twice" Lycaon once again sternly inssisted, his gaze rigid as it bore into the individual infront of him. For a while Lycaon and Mr. Goldman just glared daggers at eachother, both not saying a single word. You on the other hand were taken aback by Lycaon's sudden shift in attitude, but nevertheless thankfull. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you wondered how he'd become even more attractive to you than he already was to begin. After a while, Mr. Goldman walked off with a huff, visibly upset and, you thanked Lycaon for helping you out. Internally giggling at his display of protectiveness over you.

After a while, the auction began, luring the wealthy participants with expensive artworks and antiques. Even though none of the shown items really interested you, exceptions being a few pictures you thought would look great on your wall at home, you still planned to buy some of the items to resell or donate them instead of letting them catch dust in your or someone else's attic. So around 700k lighter and happy you let the auction go by while you bemusedly observed two people battle it out over a kitschy rooster shaped lamp, while Lycaon thought that everything had come full circle after you bought the Evergreen's painting that had started the whole drama with Lilac, Master proxy and him in the first place, secretly he wondered if maybe he could persuade you to donate it as well so he wasn't forced to look at it while he cleaned.

The auction finishes and the night seems to be slowly coming to a close. Some people had already left; either because they were tired and just really wanted to escape this labyrinth of endless formality, or because they were just really curious about the contents of the goody bag the host had prepared for everyone to collect on their way out as a final little goodbye.

You on the other hand made your way towards the Woman's bathroom, having told Lycaon to wait for you at the table. He had frowned a bit, not liking the thought of you going off on your own while Mr. Goldman was still scurrying around the building like the Rat he is, but you assured him that you'd be fine.

As you walked through the bathroom door, you noticed Mrs. Goldman standing in front of the mirror, fixing her own make-up. You cringed, internally throwing your purse to the ground at mach speed as you cursed your bad luck... "oh hey! I know you!" ...but you were definitely in for a surprise.

---~---

Part 4 ->

To be continued->

Ah I'm glad this part is done, it was so much more complicated than it had to be honestly. A small part of me died when that draft suddenly vanished into thin air, it was so infuriating.

But all is well that ends well.

Speaking of ending, i think this chapter also marks the half way point. I think this fanfiction will maybe have 6 parts in total, but it depends if I feel like writing an epilogue or not.

Until then, I wish you a pleasant day/evening, and hope you'll stay tuned for the next part.

-Elio

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Somewhere to Belong | 3/3 | S.R

Part three of my Family Challenge fic.

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N - I am almost positive this is not how the adoption system works but hey, it’s fanfiction, I make my own rules.

Summary - You reveal your master plan to Spencer and the two of you begin on your journey together. Will you be able to help Spencer bring Wren home where she belongs? And when the time comes, will you have what it takes to walk away?

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU Fem! Reader

Warnings - confessed feelings, tears, mostly just domestic fluff, making out, allusions to sex but still SFW, crying child, swearing, happy ending.

WC - 9.4k

Part 3

The wheels of your plan had been slow turning, painfully so. You’d started to think you may never reach the end of this goddamn road. 

But finally after months, all the pieces had fallen into place. 

When you received the phone call you were already halfway out of the door before the person on the other end had even finished their sentence. It was the phone call you’d been waiting for, holding your breath every time the device rang. 

And now it had happened, it was time to go and see him. 

You drove out into the suburbs, a manilla folder full of paperwork in the passenger's seat. You parked next to the curb by the house with the canary yellow fence and green front door. 

Before you could exit the car you saw the door open and Spencer let someone out the house. The women had a briefcase and wore a smart pants suit. Definitely a social worker. 

You watched the woman head to her own car and once she was inside the vehicle and starting the engine you stepped out onto the street, bringing your folder with you.

As you headed for the yellow gate your phone buzzed in your pocket. Slowing your strides you retrieved it and read the text message on the screen. 

📱 Spencer Reid: I think it’s over. There’s another couple who have shown interest in adopting Wren and I don’t think I can compete with that. I’m ok, I’m not craving or anything. I just wanted you to know. 

You stuffed the device back in your pocket and looked up at the house, a single light coming from the downstairs window. 

Since you’d accompanied him to Beltway, the two of you had been in touch more regularly. Spencer texted you nearly every day and you spoke on the phone fairly often. 

You’d seen him a handful of times for coffee but you’d never been out to his home in Woodbridge. It was a really nice house, a family home just like the team had described to you. It was a complete one eighty from his old DC apartment. 

You unhooked the gate and slid past it, hugging the folder to your chest as you made your way along the front path and up the steps. 

Before you could talk yourself out of this, you knocked on the green front door. 

Soon you heard it being unlocked and then it tentatively opened. Spencer’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion when he saw you. 

“Y/N hi,” he opened the door slightly wider. “I just texted you.”

“I know, I was…in the neighbourhood?” You shrugged. “Can I come in?” 

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded, stepping aside to allow you entrance to his home. 

You walked inside while he shut the door behind you and you glanced around the living room. 

You recognised his leather couch and armchair from his old apartment as well as his record player and chess set. The coffee table was the same but other than that this was not the home you pictured Spencer Reid living in. 

He waited for you to take it in and only spoke again once you looked back at him. 

“Can I get you a drink or anything?”

“No, I’m good.” You nodded, feeling oddly nervous. 

He motioned for the couch and the two of you crossed the room together and sat side by side. You laid the manilla folder in your lap and ran your fingers over it. 

“Whatcha you got there?” He asked, nodding at the file. 

“Uh, well you see…” you trailed off, unable to find the words to communicate what you wanted to say. “How about you have a look.” 

You handed him the file. For a moment he just stared at it with a frown before he cautiously took it from your hand. 

He opened it and started one by one going through the pieces of paper inside. 

The first was an application with a large red stamp proclaiming APPROVED in the bottom right corner. There were several sheaths that documented personal information about you, health checks, financial records, questions and answers relating to your childhood. 

There was a rental agreement renewal for the address in which you lived which had gone unsigned as though you were hesitant in continuing your lease. 

Multiple pages he’d seen before, floor plans of his own home, summaries of home visits at this address. 

One sheet was a letter signed off by BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss agreeing to a cut in field hours. Two more sighed letters followed, both dictating what an upstanding human being you were, one signed by SSA Luke Alvez and the other Doctor Tara Lewis. 

He read through them quickly as you knew he would but it still somehow felt like a lifetime before he was neatly tucking the pages away and closing the file. He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed heavily. 

“I don’t…” he swallowed, his hands starting to shake. “I don’t understand.” 

“Yes, you do.” You nodded. “You’re a genius aren’t you?”

“I…is this a joke?” His eyes flooded with unshed tears as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“It would be a pretty cruel thing to joke about.” You shrugged.

Spencer rubbed his eyes, trying to push away his tears before they could fall. 

“Just to confirm,” he swallowed thickly, his eyebrows still knitted together in his confusion. “Because I don’t want to misunderstand what’s happening here…”

“Spencer,” you placed your hand on his knee and he noticed you were shaking too. “I would do anything for you. Anything. If this can help you bring that little girl home, then I’ll do it.” 

“You…you’ve gotten approval from the adoption agency.” He croaked. 

“Yes.”

“You’ve done the interviews, cut down your hours at the BAU, not renewed your lease and had Alvez and Lewis write you character references.” 

“Yes.” You nodded. “I still don’t think I’m ready for a family, Spencer. But I can sign on as Wren’s adoptive mother on paper, just so you can get her home. Once she’s home and the paperwork is finalised they can’t take her away from you. We can figure out all the rest once you’ve got her home, I can terminate my rights or whatever. But by then it won’t matter.” 

“W-why would you…” he trailed off again, swallowing. “Why would you do that for me? That’s…crazy. Why would you want to go through all this trouble just so I can have a better chance of adopting Wren?” 

You inhaled really deeply, your chest heaving as you did so. Spencer blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear the new batch of tears from his eyes. 

“I should have said it back.” You mumbled with a shake of your head. “Months ago, you told me you loved me and I should have said it back. But instead I walked away and let you believe I didn’t feel that way about you. But I do. Just because we aren’t together doesn’t make that any less true. And if I can help you bring Wren home I will. Because I love you.” 

The room fell silent while Spencer worked to comprehend everything that was happening. His head spun as though he was drunk, making it harder for him to understand all of this.

This couldn’t have been some idea you’d just come up with, weeks if not months of work had gone into this. You were willing, on paper at least, to be Wren’s adoptive mother when you weren’t ready to have kids. 

You’d told Emily, Luke and Tara at the minimum of your plans. You were willing to give up your apartment, cut back your hours at a job you adored to help him. Because you loved him. You loved him so much you were willing to put his happiness before your own. 

“It’s too much.” He shook his head. “I can’t ask you to do all of this.” 

“Good job you never once asked then.” You smiled at him. “It’s all temporary. Once Wren is home I can pick back up my regular case load, I spoke to my landlord about subletting my apartment for a few months so I can move back in once everything is settled.”

“You plan to live here?” He suddenly made the connection. 

“Well I’ve got to live somewhere. And you know, us living in the same house gives the impression of a happy couple who want to adopt a child, don’t you think? It won’t be forever.” 

“What am I supposed to say to my social worker? I forgot to tell her that I had a partner?” Of course he’d try and pick holes in this, it was what Spencer Reid did best. 

“We say we were together but I didn’t think I was ready for a family. But now I am. We tell them I met Wren and fell in love with her and now we want to adopt her together. It’s pretty much what I wrote in my application.” You’d considered every outcome, every bump in the road.

“But you haven’t met Wren.” He shook his head. 

“So I will.” You chuckled. “Spence, stop trying to put blockers in the way when there aren’t any. Let me do this for you, please? Let me help you bring your little girl home.” 

Spencer stared at you silently, blinking frantically as he tried to understand what was happening. He didn’t want to get his hopes up only to have them dashed again but you seemed sincere. 

He still didn’t understand how you would be willing to go to such lengths for him but he supposed it didn’t matter. What mattered was you were willing to and he could use all the help he could get. 

Suddenly he threw himself forward, arms flying up to wrap around you. He pulled you close, holding you tightly as he started to loudly sob.

“T-thank you.” He cried into your shoulder as you returned his hug.

“You’re welcome, Spence. You’re so very welcome.” 

You continued to hold him while he sobbed, stroking his back in an attempt to calm him. It was over a half hour later when he finally shed all of his tears, sniffed heavily and sat back to look at you. 

“You really are my most favourite person.” He smiled shakily at you. 

If you didn’t love him so much there was no way you would have even considered helping him adopt a child even if it was only on paper. 

But love makes us do crazy things. And this might just be the craziest.

***

Two days later you anxiously sat in the passenger's seat of Spencer’s Volvo while he drove the two of you to Wren’s halfway home. 

You played with your hands in your lap, barely speaking as you tried to comprehend meeting this little girl who had become Spencer’s whole world. 

You’d agreed to tell Wren you were Spencer’s friend it was the truth and much less complicated than explaining everything to her. You would test the waters with her first, see how she felt about it before broaching it with the social worker. 

Your legs wobbled a little as you got out of the car and Spencer was regarding you curiously. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked softly, his fingers brushing across your knuckles. 

“Yeah.” You forced a smile. “She means so much to you, I’m just worried she won’t like me.” 

“She’s going to love you. Trust me.” 

The look he was giving you made your stomach coil into knots. Your knees buckled and your heart yearned for him. 

It was such a cruel world that you could be so in love with someone yet not be destined to each other. 

As you started towards the building he slipped his hand in yours and it was so easy to pretend this wasn’t all for show. 

He led you inside, saying his hellos to some of the people working in the halfway home, clearly he’d been here a lot. He carried on through to a larger room filled with kids of all ages, your heart bled for them all. 

As your eyes cast around the room, you were quickly snapped back around when you heard someone calling Spencer’s name. 

“Spencer! Spencer!” 

You looked back just in time to see a head of dark curls you remembered from when you’d seen her sleeping on Spencer’s lap at the BAU running right towards the two of you. 

He let go of your hand so he could outstretch his arms for the girl who happily fell into them. 

“Missed you.” She tucked herself in his arms. 

“I missed you too, pumpkin.” He sighed in content as he hugged her. 

You watched the way he seemed to light up the moment Wren was nearby, how all the weight he carried on his shoulders slipped away. As he cuddled the five year old, he seemed at peace. 

And you knew you were doing the right thing. 

Wren stepped back from his embrace and looked up at you, head tilted to the side in a curious fashion and little dark eyebrows furrowed. 

“Who are you?” She asked, pouting a little. 

“This is my friend, Y/N.” Spencer spoke for you. “Y/N, this is Wren.” 

“Why is she here?” Wren looked back at Spencer in concern. 

“I thought you’d like to meet her.” Spencer’s tone completely changed when he spoke to her, you’d never heard him like it before. 

It was soft and sweet, obviously it relaxed the young girl. Usually. But it was clear by the concerned expression in her face it wasn’t working today. 

“But I like spending time with you.” Her lip jutted out. 

“I’m still here aren’t I?” Spencer chuckled, tucking a rogue strand of her hair back off of her rosy face. 

“Hey Wren,” you crouched down so you were the same height as her, garnering her attention. “I heard you love Halloween?” 

She looked between Spencer who was still standing at his full height and back to you before looking back at him again. 

“It’s ok,” he encouraged her with a smile. 

She looked back at you once more, a hint of scepticism in her bright eyes. 

“Yes.” She nodded feverishly. 

“And you love books too, right?” 

“Yes.” She nodded again. 

“Well that’s perfect because I just so happen to have a book all about Halloween!” You grinned at her whilst reaching into your purse.

Spencer frowned a little, you hadn’t mentioned this on the drive over. He watched as you pulled a book out of your bag, a brightly coloured hardback depicting cartoon pictures of ghosts, witches and monsters getting ready for a spooky party. 

The title read The Night Before Halloween. 

Neither of you could tell what Wren was thinking, for a five year old she was amazing at masking her expression even though she probably didn’t realise she was doing it. 

She looked from the book to your eyes then to Spencer and around in the same loop a few times before settling on Spencer. 

“Do you want me to read it to you?” He asked her, trying to prompt her to speak. 

“No.” Wren shook her head and turned back to you.

You tried to hide your disappointment. This was your only play, your only way in with her and you’d blown it. 

But then the little girl smiled at you. 

“I want Y/N to read it to me.” She reached out her little hand for you and you pushed yourself back up to your full height and took it. 

She led you over to the couch with Spencer following close behind. You glanced at him over your shoulder and he was smiling at you as he mouthed the words, good job.

***

Two more visits with Wren and she had warmed up to you the same way he had with Spencer. By the third visit she even hugged you. 

And you saw exactly why Spencer loved her. 

By the time September rolled around you’d moved into Spencer’s suburban home - in the spare room - and had multiple visits with Jenny who struggled to grasp what was happening at first. 

Understandably she was sceptical about your sudden involvement but after more rigorous interviews she started to warm up the same way Wren had. 

As you weren’t travelling with the team so much anymore and mostly working cases out of Quantico, you and Spencer spent a lot of time together. 

He was always home before you, his classes at Marlborough never running past four pm. And as much as you hated to admit it, having someone to come home to everyday was delightful in its domesticity.

When you did travel with the team, usually around every one in four cases, Spencer would call you everyday and send you photographs of him and Wren when he visited her. 

Spencer was learning to cook for Wren so the poor girl didn’t have to live off of cereal, coffee and ice cream, or as you always referred to it: The Doctor Reid Diet. 

He tried out his new recipes on you and at least eighty percent of them were edible. 

You’d been allowed to take Wren out on more day trips, with Jenny in tow of course. The two of you took her to museums and book stores and ice cream parlours; to the park, once to a carnival and anywhere else her little imagination could think to go.

It was midway into October when you arrived back from a case in Florida in which you’d been gone for six days. You knew Spencer had waited up for you as he’d called you to tell you he would. 

When you let yourself in the green front door of the house that was feeling more like a home by the day, it wasn’t the messy haired genius who met you. 

What did meet you certainly had messy hair, but its dopey expression told you it was no genius. 

The creature trotted over to you, tongue hanging out of its slightly lopsided mouth and offered you a single bark whilst nuzzling against your shin. 

You stared at the scruffy dog using your leg as a scratching post with wide eyes. Somewhere in the house you heard footsteps and you glanced up to see Spencer appearing from the kitchen. 

“Hey, how was your day?” He smiled at you, completely ignoring the confusion on your face. 

“Uh, it was perfectly normal until I came home and was greeted by this.” You pointed down at the mutt who was staring expectantly at you. 

“He. Not this.” Spencer padded over and quickly scooped up the small, messy animal in his arms. “This is Rover.” 

Rover licked Spencer’s cheek and much to your confusion, the germaphobe didn’t even bat an eyelid. 

“Last I checked Rover was a stuffed animal. This creature seems to be very much alive.” 

“Wren decided she wanted a dog. I said we could go to the pound and look, just look. But, uh, she kinda fell in love with this little guy and I can’t say no to her.” He shrugged, scratching Rover behind his ear. 

“So you now have a dog.” You hung your bag up by the door.

“We have a dog.” 

“Oh no.” You shook your head, walking past him towards the kitchen. “I’m outta here once Wren’s home. The dog is your problem.” 

Spencer placed the creature, which you thought more resembled a gremlin than a dog, on the floor and followed you. 

“He’ll grow on you.” 

“He most certainly won’t. I’m a cat person. And last I checked you weren’t all that keen on dogs either.” 

“But Wren is. So I guess I’m a dog person now.” He leant against the counter in the kitchen while you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. 

You turned back to look at him as you uncapped it. You had a curious smile on your lips.

“What? What’s that look for?” He frowned a little.

“It’s just funny,” you took a sip. “Six months ago I would never have imagined either of us to be here.” 

“Me either.” He agreed with a smile. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.” He started towards you. “You’re a big part of that, you know? I know this is all for show and we’re just doing this until Wren is home, but, uh…I like having you here.” 

“It’s not all for show.” You placed the bottle on the counter behind you as you felt a little dizzy with the way Spencer was looking at you. 

“No?” He reached you, stopping a few feet in front of you. 

“I like being here too.” You confessed, your legs shaking a little due to the look he was currently giving you. 

“I’m glad.” He swallowed and your eyes were drawn to his Adam’s apple and the way it bobbed deliciously beneath his flesh. “I’m, uh, I’m on the verge of doing something very dumb.”

“How do you know it’s dumb until you do it?” You had a pretty good idea of what he was talking about. 

“Because I’m a genius and my brain is screaming how dumb it would be.” He chuckled, stepping even closer to you. 

“Maybe for once, don’t listen to your brain, Spence.” 

To encourage him, you reached for him, placing your hand on his shoulder. He swallowed again as he stepped nearer to you still. 

Cautiously he raised his own hands and placed them on the sides of your face, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. 

“Don’t listen to my brain?” He whispered, wanting confirmation.

“Just this one time.” You offered him a smile and it was all he needed to close the space between you. 

When his lips gently brushed against your own, your hand quickly moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck to keep him close.

You parted your lips and he replied in kind by deepening the kiss. 

He pushed his body flush against you, pressing you into the counter. He held your face delicately but soon the kiss was growing frantic. 

It wasn’t at all long before he was manoeuvring you away from the counter and towards the kitchen door, never tearing his lips from yours. Not at least until his back collided with the door.

He broke the kiss and started to laugh, you did the same. He reached behind him and opened the door, taking your hand pulling you along with him.

The two of you were giggling like a couple of teenagers as you ascended the stairs, neither of you paying much mind to the dog asleep in his bed. 

He led you to his room and once inside he pushed you back against the wall and kissed you ardently again.  

He rolled his hips against yours so you could feel the bulge in his slacks and you moaned into his mouth. 

And then he was leading you to his bed as he helped you out of your clothes. 

It was only then as you lay beneath you realised how much you’d missed him. And you knew when or if the time came for Wren to come home and this little domestic bubble popped, it was going to be hard to drag yourself away. 

***

You fell asleep wrapped in Spencer’s arm after several hours and multiple orgasms. When you woke in the morning he was already awake, staring at you with a smile on his face. 

“Hey,” he stroked your messy hair behind your ear.

“Hey yourself.” You smiled back, inching closer and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Last night was…” he trailed off searching for the right word but finding none that did it justice. 

“Amazing?” You laughed lightly.

“That’s certainly one word for it.” He agreed, hand cupping your cheek. “So I don’t wanna be the kind of person that asks this but, uh…did that mean something? Was it just sex or did it mean something? Because I would…uh…I’d really like it to have meant something.” 

His nerves were tangled in his words and you could see in his eyes that he hated asking you this. You smiled and ran your fingertips lightly over his bicep. 

“Well I guess that…” you were stopped by the sound of Spencer’s phone ringing and he pulled a face of frustration. 

“Shoot,” he let go of your face. “To be continued?” 

You nodded and watched him roll over, grabbing his cell phone off the nightstand and putting it to his ear while sitting up on the edge of the mattress. 

“Doctor Reid,” he spoke and then was silent for a moment or two and his back straightened. “Seriously? You…I…seriously? Uh, yeah of course. Today? Gosh…yes. Ok. Ok. Thank you. Goodbye.” 

His hand holding the phone fell to his lap limply but other than that he didn’t move. You rolled closer to him with a frown, wrapping an arm around his waist when you were close enough.

He slowly turned his head to look at you and you couldn’t read his expression.

“Spence?” You croaked. “Is everything ok?” 

He exhaled through parted lips, his eyes widening a little before he slowly started to nod. 

“Y-yeah,” his voice cracked. “Yeah everything’s great. That was Jenny. Apparently we’ve been approved for placement under supervision for Wren. It might not be permanent and Jenny will visit every week. But they wouldn’t let us bring her home if there wasn’t a strong possibility of us being able to adopt her. She’s coming home, Y/N. Our little girl is coming home.”

His tears overflowed when he reached the end of his speech and the smile that adorned his lips was brighter than the sun and all the stars in the sky combined. 

You jumped up and threw yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms tightly around him. 

“Oh gosh Spence, that’s great!” You felt your own tears well in your eyes as he held you. 

And for some reason when he called her our little girl, it didn’t freak you out in the slightest, 

***

Wren was an excitable blur of hand gestures and bounces in her seat as Spencer drove the three of you home later that afternoon. 

She’d only ever seen photographs of the room Spencer had put together for her and she was buzzing to see it with her own eyes. 

It was only once he got close to home driving through the neighbourhood she had lived with her parents whom she watched die, that she clammed up.

You sat in the back of the car with her and watched the way her eyes turned down at the corners as she looked out the window at the familiar houses. 

You reached out to her, held her hand.

“It’s ok if you miss them, Wren.” You whispered and her head whipped around to face you.

She was gnawing on her bottom lip, perhaps trying to stop from pouting. 

“But I don’t want to make you and Spencer sad.” She spoke in equally hushed tones. 

“Hey now silly girl,” Spencer’s right hand appeared between the front seats, blindly reaching for her knee. “You could never make us sad. You have no idea how happy you make us, pumpkin.” 

“But you will miss your mommy and daddy and we want you to be able to tell us when you do, ok?” You added, squeezing her hand. 

“O-ok.” She nodded, turning back out of the window. 

Soon enough Spencer pulled the car to a stop outside of the house with the canary yellow fence and green front door. 

He exited the car and rushed around to open Wren’s door while you unbuckled her seatbelt. He lifted her in his arms, spun her around twice, and planted her on her feet on the sidewalk. 

She instantly reached for you both, gripping Spencer’s hand in her left and yours in her right. 

You and Spencer shared a smile over her head as you led her up to the front door. 

The second the door was open a messy haired small mutt ran at full pelt towards the three of you, practically crashing straight into Wren. 

She giggled and threw her arms around the dog. 

“Rover!” She screeched, burying her face into his matted fur. 

Spencer took her bag from her and unzipped it, pulling out the toy Rover and holding him out towards the girl and her dog. 

“Rover meet Rover.” He spoke and Wren beamed brightly as she took the toy from him. 

She held it in front of the real dog's face and he licked the toy feverishly, making Wren giggle again. 

“I think they’re going to be friends!” She cheered happily. 

“That’s a relief.” Spencer chuckled, hand naturally slipping in yours. 

“Would the Rover’s like to see your new room, honey?” You asked Wren, entwining your fingers with Spencer’s.

“I think so!” She jumped up and down. “Come on big Rover, come on little Rover.”

You and Spencer shared another smile as you led the way, hand in hand, up the stairs and towards the room at the end of the hall. 

One of the Rover’s was held by Wren around his neck while the other followed of his own accord. You both stepped aside and motioned for Wren to open the door. 

She looked positively giddy with excitement as she reached for the handle. She pushed open the door and Spencer reached inside to flick the lights on. 

Her eyes widened as a dozen strings of pumpkin fairy lights cast their glow across the warm autumnal walls, thick cream carpet and everything in between. 

She took a few steps inside the room and the two of you watched her eyes flicker between the My Little Pony bed sheets, her name placard above the bed, the bookshelf stuffed full of books, another shelf packed with stuffed animals. 

They moved between the dog bed meant for little Rover which big Rover was now already making his way to, to the dresser under the window with a little mirror and her very own chess set. 

They made their way to the wardrobe which Spencer had stencilled with falling leaves and little brown birds of her namesake. 

Her eyes danced from here to there, there to here and back again. When they finally came to a stop on you and Spencer, they were full of tears. 

“This is…for me?” Her bottom lip pouted. 

“I don’t know any other little girls called Wren.” Spencer smiled at her. 

She suddenly dove at the two of you, one arm wrapping around each of you and nuzzling between you. You felt her small frame racking with sobs and it made your heart melt. 

“T-thank you.” She cried, squeezing you both as tightly as she could. “I love you.” 

You looked at Spencer, you both had tears welling in your own eyes. 

And god dammit if you didn’t love her too. 

***

The three of you ate ice cream for dinner on the floor of her bedroom at Wren’s insistence. 

You and Spencer played with her and her new collection of stuffed toys, as well as the real life Rover before you took turns reading to her until she finally fell asleep. 

Rover was already curled up in the dog bed at the foot of Wren’s bed so you left him there and the two of you quietly crept from the room. 

With the day's events you hadn’t had a chance to talk about what happened last night and now you were in the corridor, you weren’t sure what room to go to. 

Clearly Spencer didn’t either. 

He awkwardly scuffed the toe of his candy corn print sock on the carpet whilst rolling his lip between his teeth. 

“Should we, uh…talk?” He shrugged. 

“Most likely, yes.” You nodded and silently he led the two of you back downstairs to the living room. 

You were both quiet, not meeting the others' gaze as you sat in the armchair and him on the couch. The air was thick with tension, and you didn’t even know where to begin with this conversation.

“I know you don’t want to be Wren’s mom.” He suddenly blurted out. “And I’d never ask you to. But I love you and last night was…it was perfect. I don’t want to choose between having you and Wren in my life. I know it wouldn’t be easy because if everything goes to plan I will have a child at the end of it. You think there’s any chance you’d want to date a single dad?” 

He was talking so fast all of his words merged into one and it took you a few moments to ascertain what he was saying. But before you could really catch up, he was talking again.

“We get Wren home permanently, you can give up your rights just like you planned. You move out and you go back to your normal case load but maybe…maybe we can work things out? I know it won’t be easy but I don’t care. 

You clearly mean a lot to Wren and I know she would love it if you were still a part of her life after all this, even if it’s not as her adoptive mother. And I hope that you can still be part of my life. As my partner, my one true love. 

Wren will be my reasonability, I won’t expect anything from you in regards to her. But I don’t want to be without you, even if it means our life is separate from my life with Wren. I don’t think it’s entirely beyond the realms of possibility to think we could make it work. I just think-”

“Spencer,” you had to cut him off or he would spend the next hour rambling. “I don’t think it’s entirely beyond the realms of possibility either.” 

“You…you don’t?” He inhaled sharply.

“It’s not going to be easy,” you pushed yourself up and moved slowly closer to him. When you reached him you lowered yourself so you were sitting in his lap. “It’s going to be hard in fact, really hard. But dating a single dad doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world. Especially when that single dad is you.” 

His hands glided across your back, settling on your shoulder blades and holding you firmly in place, 

“We’ll make it work.” He smiled at you, inching closer.

“We’ll make it work.” You repeated just as his lips pressed against yours. 

***

The day after Wren was placed with you and Spencer, he and the little girl started excitedly decorating the house for Halloween which was two weeks away. 

The house was a menagerie of fake cobwebs which you kept walking into, strings of little ghosts hanging in every doorway. A newly carved pumpkin appeared on the porch every single day you returned home from work. 

By the time Halloween rolled around the three of you had fallen into somewhat of a routine. 

You had tried to distance yourself from parental activities, as soon as the paperwork was finalised you would be moving out and you didn’t want Wren to get too used to you being around. 

The last thing you wanted to do was confuse a child who had already lost her biological parents. 

Spencer dropped her at school on the way to Marlborough everyday and picked her up on his way home. 

He cooked dinner which the two of them ate together and he saved leftovers for when you arrived home. 

Nine times out of ten Wren was already in bed by the time you got home from Quantico which helped. It also gave you alone time with Spencer. 

Usually you wouldn’t even be in the door more than ten minutes before he was leading you to the bedroom. You’d been sleeping in his room since Wren had come home, although there was usually little sleeping happening. 

You’d both quickly learnt how to be quiet, not wanting to further traumatise the girl by having her hear the two of you having sex. 

The routine seemed to work for the three of you, it allowed Spencer and Wren to grow closer whilst allowing you and Spencer to grow closer. 

On Halloween night you got out of work slightly earlier but still expected Spencer and Wren to be out trick or treating. 

He’d promised the little girl months ago to take her and she’d been so excited for tonight, talking about it non stop since she’d come home with you. 

He wanted to make her a costume and you tried to teach Spencer how to sew but when that didn’t work you showed him how YouTube worked so he could learn that way. 

He’d slaved over creating her a pumpkin costume which was a little lopsided and probably could have been neater but he was so proud of his creation. 

Wren had insisted he dress up too so you arrived home to find Dracula in your living room. 

“What happened to trick or treating?” You asked as you stepped in the door and hung your jacket up.

“Oh hey,” he smiled brightly as soon as he saw you, moving closer to you. He went to kiss you but then remembered the fake blood on his mouth and refrained. “We’re about to leave, Wren is just getting dressed.” 

“Did she love her costume?” 

“You have no idea. I’ve never heard a five year old scream before and I’m not sure it’s something I want to relive in a hurry.” He chuckled, straightening up his cape. “Now you’re home you can join us.”

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. 

“Oh come on, she’d love it if you came.” Spencer gave you his puppy dog eyes which you tried to ignore. 

“You’re the parent.” You reminded him. “And besides, someone should stay home with Rover.”

“Rover is ten years old and sleeps all day.” Spencer rolled his eyes. “He’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know. I just-” 

You were cut off by the sound of Wren running down the stairs. When she appeared in her pumpkin costume, complete with orange painted face, she was smiling from ear to ear.

“Y/N!” She jumped up and down excitedly. “I’m a pumpkin!” 

“Oh wow, you look great!” You cheered. 

She beamed, happily showing off her costume like a proud parent. 

“Are you coming trick or treating with us?” She asked with expectant green eyes. 

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” 

“Please! You have to come!” She jiggled, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. 

“Yeah Y/N,” Spencer smirked at you. “You have to.” 

“I don’t have a costume.” You shrugged. 

“Leave that to me.” Spencer stepped closer to you and took hold of your hand. “Wren give us five minutes and we’ll head out, ok?” 

“Ok!” She nodded, moving aside so Spencer could lead you upstairs. 

You let him lead you to the bedroom, which he’d done countless times before but you knew this wasn’t for the reasons you would like. 

“I took the liberty of picking something up for you at the costume store when I was getting mine.” He let go of your hand so he could open the closet. 

“Of course you did.” You sighed. 

He pulled out an outfit in a costume bag and turned it to face you. Inside was sheathed all the makings of a witches costume. 

A long, flowy purple crushed velvet dress with long, billowy sleeves. A black wig. A pointy hat. 

You rolled your eyes as you took it from him, trying to ignore the stupid look on his face. 

“Fine, I will wear it. But you are not painting my face.” 

“Deal.” He grinned, in a smug way knowing he’d won.

***

Ten minutes later the three of you were out the door. Dracula, the witch and the pumpkin. 

Wren was full of excitement as she skipped on just ahead of you, swinging her little bucket she hoped to fill with candy. 

“She’s your problem when she won’t sleep tonight because she’s hopped up on sugar.” You spoke as Spencer slipped his hand in yours. 

“Fair enough.” He chuckled, eyes never leaving the back of the curly haired pumpkin. “Thank you for coming.”

“Did I have a choice?” You joked. 

Spencer briefly glanced at the side of your face before focusing back on Wren who was now making her way up a front porch of one of your neighbours houses. The two of you hung back by the gate. 

“You don’t like spending time with her.” He looked back at you while Wren was busy getting her candy. 

“That’s not true. I love spending time with her, she’s an amazing kid. But I don’t want her to get used to me being around all the time. She lost her mom and dad, I don’t want her to see me as a parental figure only to lose me too.” 

Spencer’s hand slipped from yours and he quickly pocketed both of his hands. You frowned at him as he turned away from you. 

“Right. Of course.” He watched Wren smile and thank Mrs Taylor for the candy. 

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” You glared at him.

“Nothing. I just forget sometimes what a hardship this is for you.” 

“Spencer, I never said-”

“What did you get, pumpkin?” He cut you off as Wren came running back over, his tone lightening as he regarded her. 

Wren showed off her haul and soon you were continuing on. Spencer walked with Wren now, holding her free hand while you hung back. 

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that this would get complicated. But why did it? 

***

The night ended worse than it started. When your rounds of the neighbourhood took you past the old Briar house, the home where Wren watched her parents die, it came to an abrupt end with tears. 

Spencer carried her home while she sobbed in his arms. He put her to bed and spent a long time coddling her while she cried for her parents. 

He found you in the living room, your wig and hat on the coffee table. You stood from the couch when he entered the room. 

“I don’t really feel like company tonight so maybe you should just stay in the guest room.” His jaw was clenched tightly as he spoke. 

“Right, sure.” You nodded. 

He turned away from you, started towards the stairs before quickly turned back around.

“You know what actually, maybe you should look into moving back into your apartment. This place is kinda crowded. You only need to be here when Jenny visits anyway, there’s no point in you being here all the time. And that way Wren won’t get attached to you and it’ll make it easier all round.” He turned again but before he could get too far you grabbed him by the wrist. 

“Spencer, please don’t say that. We talked about this, we had a plan, we-”

“Stop it, please.” He cut you off. “I can’t do this right now, ok? I have a little girl upstairs who I had to rock to sleep because she couldn’t stop crying about her dead parents. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with all this right now.” 

“Fine.” You clenched your jaw to stop the tears falling. “But let me just say it isn’t fair for you to act this way when we had an agreement. You knew what my involvement was going to be in all of this and the plan was never for me to be her mother!” 

“The plan?” He suddenly spat. “The goddamn plan? You make it sound so clinical!”

“I thought it was.” You rolled your eyes. “Did you expect that I was going to wake up one day and change my mind? Was that what you hoped for here? That I’d play happy families and realise this is what I wanted?”

“Yes,” he shrugged. “Yes, that's exactly what I hoped would happen. Excuse me for believing that two people who are as in love as I thought we were could raise a child together.” 

“Maybe I should move out.” 

“Good.”

“Great.” 

“I’ll help you pack.” With that he turned again and this time you let him go. 

You watched as he ascended the staircase, clearly wanting to make more noise about it but not wanting to wake Wren. 

Once you heard his bedroom door shut you fell back to the couch and your tears unleashed. 

What had possessed you into thinking this would be a good idea? You’d wanted to help Spencer and never once stopped to think of the ramifications. 

Like it or not you and Wren had grown close, despite your best efforts. Your leaving would be hard on her. And it would be hard on you too.

You’d come to care for that little girl even though you’d tried so hard not to. You weren’t ready to be a mom, or so you thought, but Wren had wormed her way into your heart. 

And now you were going to lose her and Spencer through your own stubbornness. 

Well done, Y/N, you thought to yourself as you cried. You’ve really gone and fucked this up. 

***

The following day Spencer dropped Wren off at school, thankfully in a much brighter mood than she had been the previous night. 

You both had the day off work for Jenny’s weekly visit and if she noticed the awkwardness between the two of you she didn’t mention it. 

Spencer was amazing at keeping his emotions in check when he needed to and even you believed he was happy. 

You sat amicably and drank tea while Spencer filled the social worker in on your Halloween night, glossing over all the bad parts. 

It struck you that Jenny wasn’t taking notes like usual, didn’t even have her notebook out. You weren’t sure if Spencer noticed or not or if he was too busy pretending he had the perfect family to notice. 

When the tea dried up along with the conversation, Jenny pulled a manilla envelope out of her briefcase and proffered it forward. 

Spencer took it with a frown, in the corner in black ink it read simply: Re: Wren Briar - Reid Y/L/N.

“Uh,” he ran his fingers over the envelope and looked up at Jenny with a frown. “What is this?” 

Jenny smiled softly, a smile that reached all the way to her eyes. 

“Congratulations,” she spoke sincerely. “That is your official adoption papers. Wren is now formally in the care of the two of you.” 

You felt a flurry of emotions all at once and you didn’t know which one to focus on. But you were distracted from that when Spencer, out of nowhere, started sobbing. 

“S-seriously?” He stuttered, tears streaming from his eyes. 

“Seriously, Doctor Reid.” Jenny smiled. “I know it’s been a long and difficult process, but it’s over now.”

“Oh my god.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly. “Oh my god.” 

Seeing the happiness on Spencer’s face made your own tears fall and you gripped him tightly. 

“We did it, Spence. We did it.” You cried. 

Jenny saw herself out as the two of you continued to cry. At some point Spencer wrapped you in his arms and sobbed into your shoulder while you did the same into his chest. 

Eventually both your tears started letting up and he sat back and wiped the stains on your cheek. He was smiling shakily at you and you returned the gesture. 

“Don’t leave.” He whispered, voice cracking with emotion. “Please don’t leave. I don’t want to do this without you. I know this wasn’t part of the plan but-”

“Screw the plan.” You cut him off. “Plans change. I can’t ignore the feeling of elation and relief I felt when Jenny told us. Goddamnit I love Wren, I love her so much. And I want to be her mother, Spencer, I really want that.” 

“You…” he choked. “You do?”

“Yes. This wasn’t the life I envisioned for myself but life isn’t straightforward. Things happen, plans change. I found my family. And it’s you and Wren.” You smiled as your tears started up again.

Spencer was quick to tug you back into his arms and hold you tighter than you’d ever been held before. He nuzzled against your neck and placed soft kisses on your flesh. 

“I love you so much.” He cried. “And I love our little found family.” 

You stayed like this for some time, until you needed to pick Wren up from school. For the first time you and Spencer went together. 

When you told her the news she jumped up and down and squeezed you both as tightly as her little arms would allow and it filled your heart to the brim. 

There was no doubt in your mind that this was where you were supposed to be. 

As she planted big sloppy kisses on yours and Spencer’s cheeks, you heard him whisper, welcome to the family little pumpkin. 

***

Four Months Later

The noise from the backyard filtered in through the open door, little voices chattering, the occasional screech of excitement, giggle from tiny lungs and small feet pitter pattering in the grass. 

You poured yourself a glass of water and sipped from it while you observed the chaos. 

It was Wren’s sixth birthday and damn near every child in her school had descended on your home. The BAU team members and their kids were all in attendance and you wondered if your garden would ever be the same again. 

There was a bounce house in one corner, a magician in the other - for which Spencer had begrudged paying for when he could have done it himself. 

You’d insisted he wanted to be more present for the event, really enjoy the memories made today on her first birthday as your daughter. 

Rover had long ago distanced himself from children pulling his matted fur and retired to his bed in Wren’s room. You couldn’t blame him, you’d half contemplated joining him. 

You were exhausted from all the planning, from the demands of motherhood and still trying to hold down your job at the BAU, albeit only part time now. 

You hadn’t even stopped to consider how tiring the party would actually be. 

You felt a presence behind you and spun on your heels to find Spencer smiling at you as he sidled up to you. He moved in close and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Are you as tired as I am?” He chuckled. 

“I don’t think anyone is as tired as you, you’re the life and soul of this party.” You teased him. “I saw Wren dragging you on to the bounce house.” 

“It’s been a long time since my old knee injury hurt this bad.” He grumbled a little. “But it’s worth it to see her happy.” 

“I can’t believe she’s six already. The months are flying by.” You sighed wistfully. 

“She’ll be eighteen and going off to college any day now.” He laughed.

“Bringing boys home.”

“Don’t you dare!” He gasped. “Do not put that idea in my head.”

“Sorry,” you smiled sweetly. “It’s a long way off.” 

“It better be.” He shook his head. 

“So, uh…I got you something.” You reached behind you and grabbed the small, neatly wrapped gift off of the kitchen counter. 

Spencer frowned at it as he took it somewhat cautiously. 

“You got me a gift? For our daughter's birthday?” He ran his fingertips over the wrapping paper curiously. 

“Just open it and be grateful.” You rolled your eyes playfully. 

Still with a frown on his face, Spencer tore the gift wrap, the same kind as you used to wrap the obscene amount of gifts you’d brought Wren. 

You held your breath and waited, your nerves getting the better of you and you leaned back against the counter top as your legs shook a little. 

Spencer’s deft fingers made quick work of the paper, tossing it aside like the excited six year old had with her own gifts. 

Once opened he stared at the item in his hand. Approximately five inches long. Thin. Hard plastic. 

You watched him stare at it as if it was a completely foreign object, patiently waiting for him to look up, to say something. 

His hands started to tremble and when he finally did look up at you, tears swam in his eyes. 

“Is this…for real?” His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke. 

“It’s like the fifth one I took so I’m fairly certain.” You nodded, feeling your own eyes fill with tears. “Wren’s going to be a big sister.” 

Pregnancy test still in hand, he suddenly threw his arms around you and squeezed you so tightly you felt the air leave your lungs. 

“We’re having another child?” He whispered against your neck.

“This family just keeps growing.” You laughed as you wrapped him in your arms. 

You wiped away your tears, not wanting to be seen crying at Wren’s birthday party. But soon your moment was over, and you were being forced away from each other. 

“Mommy, daddy, is it time for cake?” Wren’s voice carried in from the garden.

You sprung apart and stared at each other, a new batch of tears in both of your eyes for completely different reasons. 

“Did she just…” you breathed, voice slightly horse.

“I think so.” Spencer sniffed, a delighted smile on his face. 

Thus far Wren had always called you both by your names which was entirely understandable. Spencer had always told her she could call you mom and dad if and when she felt it was right. 

“As if this day wasn’t perfect enough.” He wiped his eyes, pocketing the pregnancy test after giving it one last look. 

“We better go, daddy.” You winked at him and went to pass him but he grabbed you by the waist. 

“Oh jeez, why is that so hot when you say it?” He growled, bowing his head and placing kisses on your neck, making you giggle. 

“Really?” You smirked. 

“Really.” He hissed, stepping back and nodding to his crotch where you can instantly see the bulge forming in his slacks. 

“Hmm, I’ll bear that in mind daddy.” You chuckled and he let out a soft low moan.

But before he could reply, you were summoned again. 

“Mommy, daddy!” Wren hollered from the yard. 

“Ok, not so sexy anymore.” He shook his head, stepping further back. “I’ll get the cake.”

“I’ll get my phone so I can film you and your horrible singing.” You gently kissed his cheek before he walked away. 

Spencer lit the six candles on the pumpkin shaped birthday cake and cautiously carried it through to the yard while he began singing happy birthday. 

All the kids and adults joined in as Wren beamed from ear to ear as all eyes were on her. You held your cellphone steady, hovering by the back door where you filmed the chorus.

When the song was over everybody cheered and Wren sucked in a huge breath before blowing out the candles. 

You watched on as Spencer placed a kiss in her messy dark hair and she smiled brightly at her dad in return. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off the two of them, Wren bouncing excitedly in her chair while Spencer went about cutting the cake into slices for all the children. 

Spencer handed her the first slice and she gorged on it, stuffing the cake in her mouth and leaving icing smudged around her lips.

It was crazy how much things had changed in such a short space of time. Six months ago you never would have pictured yourself here, a mother to a six year old and growing another child inside of you. 

Life has a funny way of giving us exactly what we want at exactly the wrong time. But for you and Spencer and Wren, the world had worked its magic and done you all the biggest favour. 

It had given the three of you the kind of love you all so sorely needed, it had offered a home to three people who were out in the cold. It had created a family, who in eight months time would have a new addition to it. 

Ultimately all we really strive for in life is to find somewhere to belong, and although it may have been unexpected, it was safe to say that you, Spencer and Wren had found that somewhere with each other. 

@ultragirrl @wittlewowa @bxtchopolis @coldheartedmar

[beholdthebangs]

🍒 Cherry Chapstick 🍒

Alex x F!Reader

~ 18+ ~

Synopsis: Smut - Alex corners you and talks you into lending him a hand when he can’t get his fix from Haley. Part 1!

Warnings: dirty talk, minor degradation, grey-area cheating, dubcon, unprotected sex

A/n: I’ve thrown myself into Stardew Valley for the 50th time and consumed so much fanfiction that I figured I might as well write some.

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The list of tasks on your plate on any given day never seems to be short of a mile long. It’d be hard for anyone to keep track of, but with a few months of it under your belt, you’ve grown more accustomed to the processes you need to go through to ensure nothing is missed. Early mornings turn into late nights, and any free time is spent planning your next moves. This brings you to the outskirts of Pelican Town past sunset, heading back from the forest where you’d had a fairly successful haul of foragables. From there, you’d need to decide what to sell and what you might need later on.

You’re so lost in this thought that when you collide with a sturdy figure, you do so with such force that your body bounces back, nearly hitting the cobblestone beneath your feet. Before you do, your arm is abruptly pulled and you regain your balance with the help of the person you just ran into.

Letting out a heavy breath, your eyes follow the strained hand on your wrist to the veiny forearm, bulging biceps, all the way to the green eyes of Alex. “Sorry,” you finally say. He lets his grip go, your skin showing a brief remnant of his touch before the blood flows back below the surface, now red from the hastiness of his attempt to save you from a bruised ass.

“Pay more attention next time. Not everyone has the reflexes to keep you from injuring yourself like that,” he snaps, crossing his arms as he looks at you.

As you gather yourself, you glance at your watch: 10 pm. “Hanging out at Haley’s so late?” you wonder aloud, quirking an eyebrow as you look between Alex and the blonde girl’s front door behind him, having only closed moments before you’d run into him.

“And what’s it to you?”

You shrug. “Makes sense, Emily works nights so you’ve got the house to yourself.”

Alex rolls his eyes, gazing off toward the river. “Yeah, you’d think it’d be of use.”

You can’t help your wandering eyes. Scanning down his body, you take in his arms exposed with his white tank top, but your eyes linger lower. He’s wearing his usual sweatpants, the athletic ones that hug him a bit closer than normal ones, and the bulge below his stomach is far more prominent than you’d ever noticed.

Alex registers your silence, finally looking back at you. Even though your eyes snap back to his almost instantly, he catches on. Either he had noticed your gaze or your look of guilt is clear, or both. He chuckles lowly, locking his fingers behind his head and stretching his arms out. “Farmer,” he tsks, enjoying the power you’ve given him by so outwardly examining his body. Even now, it’s difficult not to focus on his arms flexing, chest peeking out from the fabric of his shirt. Even his armpits, sporting dark brown hair in the divots, are drawing you in. He finally relaxes his body, arms dropping to his sides as he looks back at the front door of his girlfriend’s house. “I hear you’re good to talk to. How about you invite me over.”

This is clearly not a question, but even if it was, you’d likely do so. You take off up the stone street toward the dirt path leading to your farm, Alex easily matching stride next to you. No words are exchanged until you open the door to your house, lingering, giving Alex just enough space to enter and closing it behind him.

He examines the inside, the quaint kitchen and dining room, leaning back slightly to peek into your bedroom. “Decent place. It’s come a long way since you moved in.”

“Thanks…”

He rounds the corner of the couch, plopping down on it with his back resting against the armrest as he waits for you to join him. When you hesitate, he pats the other cushion on the couch expectantly. You cautiously join him, turning your head to look at him as you sit.

“I’m so tired of dating Haley,” he finally says. “I mean, I’m not, it’s fun, but she has these crazy mood swings and phases and I just can’t be bothered to keep up anymore. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve fucked her, but now she says she doesn’t want to do that anymore and she wants to be single.”

“So you’re not dating,” you say, as if asking for clarification.

“We’re not, but we are. She stills wants to hang out alone and go to dinner together and do the same shit we did when we were dating, except I don’t get a blowjob at the end of the night. She wants to do whatever she wants to do, and the only thing that changes is the benefit that I get out of it.” Alex groans, using his hand to adjust himself as he shifts in his seat. “She can make out with me for half an hour after I buy her dinner and dessert, but I’m the bad guy for unhooking her bra or touching my dick.”

You clear your throat. “That sucks,” you finally settle on responding, blindsided from the way this conversation has gone and still unsettled at the fact that Alex is sitting in your living room at almost 11 at night.

He flashes a grin at you. “It does suck, thank you. How does she expect me to be the perfect boyfriend if my balls are blue every day?”

“You could jerk off, I guess.”

Alex squints, gesturing broadly to himself. “Me? Jerk off? I’m not a fifteen year old boy, and I’m hot. Why would I do that?”

You lean back, starting to mirror him more as you pivot to face him. “To avoid this. Have you always had Haley at your beck and call?”

He shrugs. “Pretty much, yeah. The real issue though is that there’s such a clear solution, but I haven’t tried it out yet.”

“I feel like I just offered you a pretty clear solution,” you retort.

“Clearer,” he insists. “When this stuff with Haley happened before, she was the only hot girl in the valley. It was easier to just bite the bullet and nut in a sock or whatever. Now there are two hot girls here.” You eye him as he stares at you. “So why not just fuck the other hot girl when Haley stops giving it up?”

“That would require you to be appealing to both of them.”

“I think I have that covered,” he replies, stretching his arms over his head and using the armrest to lean back, tank top lifting past his belly button and giving you a brief glimpse at shape of his abs pressing tightly on his tanned skin.

Alex then reaches over, his hand on your knee as he lowers his head, looking into your eyes intently. “What do you think, Farmer?”

You lean forward, matching his intensity. “What’s my name, Alex?”

He smirks. “It doesn’t matter what your name is, baby. You want to fuck me whether I know who you are or not.” His hand moves to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, brushing a piece of hair back at the same time and giving it the gentlest of tugs as he does so. “You’ve been eye-fucking me this whole time and you know it. I know it. Stop trying to hide it.”

“I’m not going to help you cheat on Haley.”

“‘T’s not cheating,” he practically slurs. “We’re not exclusive anymore.” You feel yourself breaking down, leaning against his large palm as he strokes your cheek. “Come here, Y/n.”

Your name slipping from between his lips is your final straw as you close the decreasing gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his lightly. He allows you only a moment to take in the feeling of his plush, warm mouth against yours before pulling himself to his knees and wrapping his fingers in your hair, keeping you tight to him. His teeth gnaw at your bottom lip, sucking harshly for a moment before his tongue seeks entrance. You allow it, tasting the remnants of his spearmint gum and cherry chapstick, your mind wandering to the fact that he had been in this position with Haley only an hour ago.

Alex groans against your mouth, pushing you to lay on the couch as he props himself above you, bodies flush. The bulge in his sweatpants feels bigger against your stomach than it had looked before, and your insides twist in excitement as you allow his tongue to explore your mouth. His lips wander to your jaw and down your neck, nipping but never lingering long enough to leave physical evidence of the event.

Slipping down to the neckline of your shirt, he tugs at the hem and sneaks his fingers past it, snaking up your back to undo your bra. You’re impressed by his quickness helping you tug the straps through your sleeves before ridding of it altogether as he pulls it down your stomach and throws it over the back of the couch. He replaces the fabric with his hands, kneading your skin and pinching at your nipples as you watch his motions from over your thin t-shirt.

“Your lips look so cute when they’re swollen,” Alex groans, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip once more. “Need to see ‘em around my cock, babe.”

He pulls you by your hands, tugging your shirt over your head as you sit up. He grabs at your right hand once more, turning it over to examine your wrist which now sports a light purple bruise from the force with which he’d tugged you to keep you from falling earlier. His eyes grow the slightest bit darker as he smirks. “Sensitive? I guess you bruise easy.”

Alex stands before you as you sit on the couch with your legs folded below you, heels touching the skin of your ass peeking from your jean shorts. Your top is bare now, tits exposed to him as he looks down at you admiringly. His fingers prop your chin to look up at him and he smiles a sickeningly sweet smile as he uses his other hand to pull down his sweatpants, kicking them to the side.

He remains in his tight boxers before you, bulge only a few inches from your face as your eyes flicker down to view it as best you can. “You want it, hm?” he asks.

When you don’t respond, he squeezes your chin tighter. “Yeah,” you breathe out. He gives you one last rough grab before pulling his hand away completely, pushing your face down as he does so. Alex rubs his length through the thin stretchy fabric, letting out a soft groan as he watches you bite your lip, eyes trained ahead of you.

He slowly pulls down the front of his boxers, revealing his length one bit at a time until the tip is freed, allowing it to spring out and nearly hit you in the face. He runs his hand over it a couple times, getting the blood to pump through it as he positions the tip near your lips. “Open,” he demands, and you do as instructed. He slides the head in slowly, rubbing it up and down your tongue and watching intently. Once he’s satisfied, he releases himself. “Go ahead, baby.”

You grip his base in your right hand, taking his head in your mouth and closing your lips tightly around the ridge, sucking and swirling your tongue around the sensitive pink skin. Alex lets out a moan, hands running through your hair, but he lets you take it at your pace for now. Finally, you relax your jaw and begin to pump your head up and down on his cock, lips brushing against the trimmed stubble at his base. He can’t help but meet your tempo with his thrusting hips, pushing his head down your throat just enough to need to fight the urge to gag each time. Once you grow comfortable with taking his full length in your mouth, he grips your hair close to the scalp and begins to pull you into him faster, his hips speeding up to keep pace. You let out quiet gags at the force of his tip bullying its way to the back of your throat, allowing him to have his way as drool leaks past your lips with each thrust and coats his cock, dripping with the mix of spit and precum.

Holding your head to his base for a few seconds, he finally releases you and pushes you back against the couch. Alex is breathing heavy, but so are you as you catch your breath from his final thrust. “Yoba,” he moans, “You’re going to make me cum before I get to feel that tight pussy.”

Alex kneels down, gripping your thighs and pulling them so your ass is on the edge of the cushion, slouched against the couch to give you a good view. He tugs off your shorts, leaving you in plain, grey cotton panties. “So practical, babe. Next time, I want some lace and frills, mmkay?” he requests. His index finger traces from your pussy to your clit. “I like seeing this wet spot though. How long has this been here?”

You moan, squirming to communicate that you need more friction between your legs. Alex slaps your inner thigh. “How long, babe?”

“I don’t know,” you cry. “Since we kissed?”

“That’s it?” he hums, hooking the fabric with his finger and pulling it to the side. “You didn’t get wet when you were checking me out in town, staring at my hard cock through my pants? Right outside my ex-girlfriend’s house?” Alex firmly presses his finger against your hole, dragging wetness up to your clit. “You didn’t get wet when I told you to invite me over when I caught you looking?” His thumb begins to rub circles over your clit, harsh but exactly what you need with how horny you are now. “Not when I said that I should just fuck the hot new farmer instead of wasting my time jerking my cock by myself?” Alex dips his fingers into your pussy, curling upward and making you moan loudly, bucking your hips as he plays with the textured skin of your g-spot. He pulls out and holds his finger to your mouth, glistening with your wetness. “Taste this and tell me if it’s worth trying for myself.”

You open your mouth and he wastes no time shoving his fingers in, pressing them to your tongue as you suck. Pulling out, he resumes his work on your clit and stares up at you. “Y-yeah, I think so,” you breathe.

He nods, lowering his mouth to latch onto your clit, replacing his thumb. You grind your hips against Alex’s face while he grips your thighs tightly. “Good call, baby. Your cunt tastes so sweet.” He hums against your clit and prods at your pussy with his fingers, entering two once again and pumping in rhythm with his swirling tongue.

You begin to near orgasm, Alex providing relief you’d been dying for and allowing you to hump his face and fingers as he works. “Alex,” you whimper.

“Mmm, babe?” he responds, not taking his lips away from your core.

“Gonna cum,” you squeak out. His licks turn to harsh sucks, his fingers no longer pumping as he presses on your g-spot, rubbing it expertly. His other hand goes to your lower stomach, just above his head, pressing down as he coaxes your orgasm out. You cry out his name strung together with curses, gripping his hair and the couch cushions for dear life as you sink into him, coating his chin in wetness.

Alex helps you ride it out, pulling away as you quiet down. He pulls off his tank top, wiping his face before tossing it away. He rids himself of his boxers completely, bearing himself to you as he stands. “Can you stand?”

You nod, slowly climbing to your feet. You’re shaky and nearly stumble, Alex having to catch you once again, earning a low laugh from him. “So clumsy, it’s a wonder you’re not covered in bruises.”

He guides you to the side of the couch, your back to his chest, before pushing you down over the armrest. Your face is pressed only inches from the wet spot your orgasm left on your couch, eyeing it as Alex’s cock runs along your cunt, collecting the wet it has to offer. With only a moment to prepare as his head lands at your entrance, he pushes inside and gives you no opportunity to adjust to the size of his cock.

He thrusts harshly, the sound of his hips hitting your ass echoing around your farmhouse, accompanied with moans from the both of you. Alex grips your hips tightly, but quickly moves on to squeeze your ass and give it light slaps as he fucks you. “This is exactly what I’ve been missing, babe. Yoba, it’s even better than I imagined. Cunt so fuckin’ tight.”

You moan out Alex’s name, reaching back to run your hand along his tight six pack as he fucks you. He gives you a quick feel before pinning your wrist behind your back, your face pressed tightly against the cushion as he pushes you into it with each thrust.

“Greedy,” he mumbles. “I know you like these muscles, but how am I supposed to make sure you keep letting me use you if I let you touch them right away?”

“Fucking me so good,” you cry into the couch.

“Yeah babe? Gonna let me in every time I get blue balled by Haley? Gonna be a good girl from now on?” Alex asks. His pace slows but he takes the time to push into you deeper, rolling his hips on your ass.

“Yes!”

“Give me your other arm,” he says. You remove it from the couch, reaching back. He presses your wrists together, keeping them pinned behind you with one hand as the other snakes around to rub harsh circles at your throbbing clit.

The transfer of full control to Alex and his calculated movements with your body have you nearing your second orgasm. Before you can say anything, he tells you, “Cum on my cock, babe. I want to know what you feel like when I’m making you cum.”

You let yourself unravel, cunt squeezing around his thick length as he shortens his thrusts, keeping most of his cock inside you but moving just enough to hit that perfect spot while he attacks your clit. “Fuck, Y/n, cunt feels s’fucking good right now.”

Alex fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out. “Lettin’ you choose tonight, where d’you want me to cum?”

You push yourself up as he releases you, turning to face him and kneeling down in front of him as you point to your chest. He hums, stroking himself fast as he aims his tip to your breasts. You place your hands on Alex’s thighs, gripping them for added balance as you look into his eyes. As he makes contact, his cock immediately begins to spurt out thick white ropes of cum, the warm liquid landing on your chest. As some of it hits your hardened nipples, you squirm at the feel of the hot cum in contrast to the cool air in the farmhouse.

Squeezing out the last drops, he lets go of his cock and places a lazy hand on your head, rubbing your scalp as he comes down from his high. You take his moment of weakness as opportunity to lick the last bit of cum from his tip, and his fingers pull at your hair. “Yoba, babe, can’t do that to me,” he breathes, trying to hide a smirk.

“Sorry,” you reply, not bothering to hide a grin as you rise to your feet. He puts a hand on your waist to steady you as you rise.

“Thanks for your help tonight.” He scans your body. “You look even better with my cum on you, so you might want to keep doing that.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Sure,” he winks. As he pulls on his clothes, he says, “I’ll let you get cleaned up. Don’t mention this to Haley or anyone, obviously. Just a little secret for us.” You nod as he pulls on his tank top. “I’ll see you soon, babe.” He gives you a quick kiss and heads toward the front door.

“Alex,” you call out suddenly. He stops, looking over his shoulder. “Do you use cherry chapstick?”

“No, but Haley does.” Alex grins. “Goodnight, Farmer.”