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Unexpected Chapter 7: Red Flags

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Maxwell, Riley x Liam

Rating: MA

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 2,221

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam lay on his back staring up at the ceiling, turmoil swirling through him.

He had finally bedded the American suitor. She was still naked, sleeping innocently beside him as he struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions she inspired in him.

His moment of vulnerability had been real. His developing feelings for her were also real, but he was leading her on with even the implication that he was going to choose her to marry.

He couldn’t. The council would never approve it, his father would never allow it, and the rest of the nobility would never accept it.

The common people and the press might love her, but she was ill-suited to be queen.

None of the other suitors interested him, it was true, but his interests were never the point. He had tried to be fair, tried to give each woman an equal chance but that ended today. There was no point. She was the one that he wanted, but he would never be allowed to make that choice. Last night everything had seemed so simple, but in the cold, harsh light of day, he knew better.

So, while he was done pretending that any other woman had a chance of taking his heart, his impassioned resolve to choose her for marriage crumbled in the face of reality.

He had to tell her, had to be honest with her. He determined to explain the situation to her immediately but as he glanced down at her sleeping form, refusal to accept his fate surged through him. There had to be a loophole. His mind spun with possibilities, solutions, and avenues that would give him what he wanted. There had to be a way. There was always a way.

He picked up his phone and typed a quick message. She stirred in the bed beside him. Tossing the phone aside, he rolled back toward her just as her eyes fluttered open. He smiled at her with genuine warmth. There was no reason to spoil the night they had just shared, especially when there might be a way around all of it.

He ran a hand down the side of her cheek, “Good morning, my love.”

“Mm,” she stretched her entire body before responding, “Good morning.”

God in heaven, why did she have to look so damn good lying in his bed? Like she belonged there. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before telling her, “As much as I’d love to stay here with you, I have a meeting to get to. But please, stay as long as you like. I’ll let the guards know to bring you whatever you require. Breakfast, a change of clothes, whatever you need.”

He would give her the world if he could.

“Are you sure you can’t spare a few minutes?” She purred as her arms wrapped around his neck and her body arched into his.

His entire body exploded with heat in response, “I can be late….”

Forty minutes later he was out the door of his suite, humming happily as he made his way to the monthly budget meeting.

He hurried through his morning engagements distractedly, impatient for the only meeting that mattered. The most important one of the day, perhaps of his life.

Just after his luncheon with the Prime Minister of Italy, the answers he’d been waiting for all day arrived.

They were not the answers he had hoped for.

“You can’t marry her,” Drake slapped a manilla folder down on the desk in front of him, “You asked me to look into her background, I looked. She has a criminal record! Even if the council could overlook her commoner status, they won’t, and shouldn’t overlook her history of scamming and fleecing romantic partners.”

“No,” Liam shook his head in denial as he pulled the folder closer, “The initial background check would have found that!”

“Well, technically she’s never been convicted of anything. But I went beyond the initial check. You said to do a deep dive, so I did a deep dive. She’s had more than one complaint lodged against her by people she scammed out of their money.”

“She’s a con artist?” Liam flipped through the file quickly.

“Specifically, she targets men and women with a little bit of wealth. Takes them for what she can get financially, wipes out their bank accounts then disappears. I’m sorry, Li. I know you really liked her. But I doubt her being our waitress that night was an accident.”

“No,” he shook his head again as he closed the file and pushed it back across the desk, “No one knew we were there; she had no way of knowing who I was-“

“Come on, man,” Drake scoffed, “She didn’t have to know you were a prince to know you were loaded. Your high-end clothing, that Rolex on your wrist, Tariq whining for filet mignon…”

“Perhaps. But it couldn’t have been pre-planned. You chose that restaurant at the last second.”

Drake held his hands up in front of him, “All right. I’ll concede that it wasn’t premeditated. But when she realized you had money….”

“But she knew that it was only for one night. She could not have predicted Max asking her to come back with us.”

“No. But when he asked, she sure jumped at the chance, didn’t she?”

“But she couldn’t have known ahead of time that was going to happen. So, what happened between us in New York was real, Drake, I know it was!”

“Even if it was, there’s no way you can marry her. The optics-“

“The press loves her. We can bury this.”

“Look, I get it,” Drake softened at the desperation in Liam’s voice, “Leo had to abdicate the damn throne so we could be together. But-“

“Can it be suppressed?”

“Maybe. But if it ever comes to light, it will do irreparable damage to your reputation. I don’t think it’s a risk worth taking. Especially since she’s probably only playing you for your money. What happens if she marries you then absconds with millions from Cordonia’s coffers?”

Liam’s body sagged heavily into the leather upholstery of his chair as he considered the repercussions. He had to put Cordonia first no matter his own feelings.

Was she really faking everything?

He could handle the nobility; council members could be bribed. His father would be the biggest obstacle to a union with the American.

But he couldn’t marry her if she was only after his money. He couldn’t risk Cordonia, or his heart, like that.

Drake’s voice drew him out of his musings, “Besides that, I’m pretty sure there’s something going on between her and Beaumont.”

Liam’s head snapped up, his brows furrowing, “Bertrand?”

“No,” Drake snorted, “Maxwell.”

Liam sat up straight in his chair, steepling his fingers and bringing them to his lips, “Why do you think that?”

“They’re always together. He acts weird around her-“

“You always think he’s weird.”

“Weirder than usual. And he’s at her door at all hours of the day and night.”

“His house is sponsoring her.”

“It is,” Drake rubbed his eyes with a sigh, “I have no proof. Just my gut instinct.”

Liam tapped his lips as he thought, “He does have a history of being….inappropriate with women at times.”

“At times?” Drake snorted, “Okay.”

“Do you think he’s been harassing her?”

Drake’s mouth fell open, “That’s what you got out of this conversation?”

“No one deserves to be harassed, Drake.”

“No, of course not! I just meant….” He looked up at the ceiling as if beseeching the almighty for intervention, “Fine. I’ll look into it.”

“Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

“Yep,” he muttered under his breath as he rose, “I’ll make sure the scammer isn’t being harassed by the pervert that brought her here.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Liam checked his watch. He had ten minutes before his next appointment. Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket, he sent a text to Riley asking her to meet him after the official Suitors Dinner Regina had scheduled for the evening.

He got an immediate response. He always did. Was that because she was falling for him or because she was playing him? He needed answers, and he intended to get them.

Riley breezed down the hallway in the suitor's wing of the palace, still on a high from her time with Liam. After a little earth-shattering morning sex, she had ordered a  decadent breakfast of raspberry crêpes, rashers, and a ham and cheese soufflé and then taken her time eating it, savoring every bite.

She had taken Liam up on his offer and sent the guards for her favorite bath products and a change of clothes from the palace boutique. After a long leisurely bath in the impossibly huge soaking tub in the royal suite, she had booked an appointment at the palace spa. Her nails had needed a touch-up. She had gotten in immediately.

Yes, she thought as she made her way back to her room, a girl could get used to this life. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t see him until he spoke, “Where were you last night?”

She slid her eyes sidewise at him, “None of your business.”

Max matched her pace, keeping his body as close behind hers as he could without actually touching her, his hands shoved into his pockets to keep himself from touching her, “But you never came back after your meeting with Bert.”

“I came back.”

“To the palace maybe, but not to your own room.”

She stopped outside her door, and he stumbled into her. Turning to face him, she pinched his cheeks between her fingers and leaned close, “We need to have a talk about boundaries, Max.”

She turned back to open her door then pulled him through and closed it.

At the end of the hall and around the corner, a figure watched them from the shadows.

Drake’s brows were drawn together in a frown. Maybe Liam was right. Maybe Max was being creepy with her. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’d been inappropriate with a woman. If he were a commoner instead of a son of the nobility, his ass would have been in a jail cell long ago. But his brother always managed to dig him out of trouble somehow. Bribery most likely.

Surely Bertrand would want to know if his brother was harassing their sponsee. He turned on his heel and headed toward the duke’s room.

Bertrand’s head lifted from the copy of Civility: Manners, Morals and the Etiquette of Democracy that had him thoroughly engrossed as an incessant pounding noise issued from the door of his room. With a sigh, he placed a bookmark between the pages, carefully closed the tome, and sat it on the end table with meticulous precision, ensuring it could not be knocked off by a careless passerby.   

He rose from his seated position and took a moment to smooth his clothing out. One never wanted to look rumpled or unkempt, after all. He crossed the room unhurriedly and pulled the door open slowly. His eyes widened as he took in his visitor. “Sir Drake! What are you-“

“Can I come in? It’s kinda important,” Drake shoved past him without waiting for an answer.

“By all means,” Bertrand grumbled as he moved aside, “Why wait for an invitation?”

“Don’t need one.”

“It is my room-“

“In Liam’s palace,” Drake reminded him drily, “Do you want to know what your brother’s up to or do you want me to just report him to-“

“No, no, no!” Bertrand closed the door quickly before anyone happening by could overhear, “Please…” he gestured toward the scattered seating before squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “What has he done now?”

Drake didn’t bother to sit as he dove in without preamble, “He’s been harassing Riley.”

Bertrand froze as his eyes popped open. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I overheard him questioning her about her whereabouts last night and when she told him it was none of his business, he pressed the issue, and she told him they needed to have a discussion about boundaries.”

“Where was she last night?”

“That doesn’t matter. The point is-“

“Was she with Liam?” Bertrand tried to suppress the glee in his tone.

“I’m not here to divulge Liam’s business. Are you going to put a leash on your brother or do I need to do it?”

“No need for that. I’ll handle it. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

“Yeah…sure,” Drake started for the door, pausing with his hand on the knob, he turned back to Bertrand, “By the way…how much do you know about her past?”

“Lady Riley?”

“No, Queen Regina. Yes, Lady Riley!”

“Just that she was your waitress in New York and shared some kind of adventure with the prince. Why do you ask?”

Drake regarded him critically for several long seconds as Bertrand’s body twitched and his eyes darted around the room, landing everywhere but his face.

He was lying.

“No reason.” Drake exited the room and then stood in the hallway outside Bertrand’s door contemplating the duke’s deception. What was he hiding?

He didn’t know, but he was damn sure going to find out.

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hi! Can I request for an ikepri hc with babyyy? Where they bring their baby to work with them! like Sariel bring his baby to work with him like perhaps to a teaching or the princes meeting with him, and his baby was just babbling there (awe ><) . For Nokto where he bring his baby to his meeting with some higher up, and while he was working, he's also playing with the baby ( I imagine between he or licht will get a twin or triplets, depends on you which one of them). Licht/Leon bring their babies to combat practice. For Jin I can't think of anything yet, so if you got one, pleas do it hehe ( I really cant stop thinking that he will really get a twin born)

I had a bit of fun imagining how the princes would handle babies (or not!). So, here you go. Approx. 2300 words.

Sariel

“You really are inefficient.” Sariel mock-scolded the tiny person in his arms. “This is supposed to be your naptime, and your mother is occupied. There will be recompense expected for this later.” Despite his severe expression, his gaze was gentle. 

The baby looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Blublububu,” he replied solemnly. 

Sariel sighed. “That’s no excuse. Now be good while I drop these papers off.” He stopped to check the folder he was carrying. These days he checked his own work twice. Having a child made him far more tired than running a kingdom ever had, and exhaustion left even him error-prone. Everything looked in order. This time. 

The princes waited inside the round table room, chatting amiably. Some of them, anyhow. They all looked up at Sariel’s arrival.

“Are you carrying . . . a baby?” Yves stood, his hands fluttering at his sides as if he wasn’t quite sure what he ought to do with them.

Clavis smirked. “Even the devil can’t talk his way out of daddy-duties.”

Sariel ignored the surprise and the jibes with equanimity. “I need your signatures on these documents.” He set them down in front of Leon.

“I’m not signing anything until . . .” The leonine prince tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Until?” Sariel’s brow rose. 

“You let me hold that baby. You can’t hog him all to yourself, Sariel.” Leon spread his arms wide, waiting. 

“This is ridiculous,” Chevalier sighed. “As if you never saw an infant before. Stop wasting my time.” He slid the documents over and opened the folder. 

“My apologies, but I cannot allow you to touch my child until I’m sure your hands are washed.” Sariel’s smile was sharp. “I’m sure you understand.”

Leon looked at his hands and shrugged. “Alright. I’ll be back.” As he strode off to wash his hands, several princes followed. All but Chev, who studied the documents with an intent expression. One so focused it seemed false. 

Sariel looked over his shoulder. “Is there something amiss?”

“No.” Chevalier glanced up, meeting not Sariel’s gaze but the child’s. 

The baby stretched out spittle-slick fingers toward the blonde prince. “Umwahwahmu.”

“Oh. No. Absolutely not.” Chev glared. 

“Umwah! Muhumuh.” The baby waved its arms. 

“I washed my hands before this meeting.” Chevalier reached up and Sariel let him take hold of the baby. He handled the child as if the infant were made of glass, cautiously gentle.

The other princes began to file back, hands still damp from the soap and water. 

“Hey! Don’t hog the baby time, King Highness,” Nokto frowned. 

“Yes, last time I barely got to hold him,” Jin complained. “How’m I supposed to be his fun uncle when I barely get to play with him?”

Sariel sighed. It looked like the simple act of getting a few documents signed and filed was going to take all afternoon. Again. 

Nokto

The meeting with Silvio hadn’t been planned and Nokto was scrambling to get everything set up before the first prince of Benitoite arrived. He was slower than he should be, even with the servants helping. Mostly because he kept running over to the playmat to check on his baby girl. 

She was fine. Of course she was. Babies didn’t spontaneously explode or anything. Just that this was his first day alone with her and of course Silvio decided to pop in - unannounced - and he was sure something would go wrong. 

The first prince swept into the room with a small entourage of servants only a moment after the refreshments were set out on the table. He wore his usual mocking smile and his jewelry clinked and gleamed. 

“Silvio. What a surprise.” Nokto gave a slight bow, acceptable from one prince to another. 

“Surprise or not, I expected better from Rhodolite’s best diplomat. Your staff is unacceptably ru-” Silvio stopped mid-word as his eyes landed on the baby. “What is that?”

“Prince Silvio, meet my daughter.” Nokto lifted her up in his arms, careful not to muss the layers of pink and white lace she was dressed in. He’d picked out her little clothes just for this meeting. One of his favorite, guilty pleasures as a new father. He would never admit the room of tiny dresses beside the nursery was his doing entirely. 

Silvio eyed the baby suspiciously. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“No, of course not. Her mother isn’t well today so I’m filling in. And your visit was unannounced.” Nokto smirked, knowing he’d scored a point in the etiquette war. 

“I shouldn’t need to announce my visit when you knew full well I would be here after you raised the import tax on Benitoite’s wool imports.” Silvio sat down and motioned for a servant to pour his drink. 

Nokto carried the baby over and sat in the chair beside Silvio. His daughter sat on his knee, staring up at the two men with wide-eyed fascination. “I expected a letter, not a visit. You know why we raised the tax this season.”

“It’s-” Silvio paused again, glancing at the baby as she reached for his bejeweled boot-strap. The glittering chains and gemstones caught the light, jingling ever so faintly even though he was still. “You like shiny things, hm?”

Tiny little hands reached toward the gleaming jewelry. “Ahhh ma? Mamamamamama!” She giggled.

Silvio unclasped a bracelet and dangled it in front of her. 

The baby swiped at it clumsily. “Ma! Ma! Mamamamama!”

“I don’t think she can have something so small. She’ll put it in her mouth and -”

“Cram it, Nokto. I’m talking to the kid.” Silvio leaned down, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “You like that? Reminds you of your mom, huh?”

“That’s not -”

Silvio glanced up from teasing the baby. “I didn’t ask, huh?” Then he went back to it, eventually handing her the chain. 

She started chewing on it, her little toothless mouth getting drool all over the gold and the gems. Nokto sighed. It was a good thing his wife wasn’t here because she’d probably be telling him how dangerous gold was for babies or something. On the bright side though, Silvio seemed completely occupied. He was stripping off a necklace to dangle for the baby, all talk of import taxes gone.

“Who’s a little cutie, hm? You got good taste in jewelry, kid. Yes you do.” Silvio was making faces at the baby and talking in a funny voice. 

The baby swiped the necklace he held out and clung to it with her chubby little fist. “Ma!”

“Ok now, give that back. I actually like that one,” Silvio chuckled.

“Ma!” The baby tucked her hand against her chest, holding even tighter. 

“I tried to tell you. Ma is her way of saying mine.” Nokto smirked. “I hope you’re ready to part with the necklace and the bracelet. Or . . . do you plan to make a baby cry?”

Silvio’s eyes widened in surprise and then he burst out laughing. “What a good little negotiator you are!” He booped the baby on the nose. 

“We can try to distract her with another toy,” Nokto suggested. 

The two men moved to sit on the playmat. Silvio picked up a stuffed bear and danced it around in the air in front of her, but the baby wasn’t impressed. He tried a rattle and then a colorful wood block. “Not good enough, eh? Let’s see . . .”

“Try the book,” Nokto stage-whispered, gesturing to a fairytale picture book. 

“Takes after her mother, hm?” Silvio picked up the book and propped it open. “Let’s see . . . once upon a time, there was this guy -” he pointed to the knight in the illustration. “And uh, he . . .”

They made it through two stories before the baby finally let go of the necklace and spat out the bracelet. Her little head leaned back against Nokto’s chest, eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep. 

Silvio rescued his jewelry and stuffed it in a pocket. Then he stood up to leave. 

“Didn’t you want to discuss the import taxes?” Nokto quirked an eyebrow.

“Another time. Can’t risk waking the cutie.” Silvio gestured to his servants. “Make sure you bring the baby again,” he added, before sweeping out of the room as grandly as he’d entered. 

Leon

Leon entered the practice room with the baby strapped to his chest. The harness was uncomfortable. Straps that dug into his shoulders and a weight distribution that left him feeling a little offbalance. But this was his morning with the little princess and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Not even on a training day.

“What is that on your chest?” Clavis’ mocking voice rang out over the clang of practice swords hitting armor and the grunting and shouting of the soldiers.

Yves threw the trickster a glare. “Obviously, it’s a baby but . . . Leon, why your daughter strapped to your chest?”

“Please tell me this isn’t some new armor scheme,” Licht sighed, looking even more tired than usual.

Leon grinned. “It’s my morning to watch the baby.”

“You couldn’t trade with Emma?” Jin raised an eyebrow.

“Sure I could but why would I want to?” He laughed as his daughter got ahold of his finger and bit it. 

“Grummmyumm myum num,” the baby babbled agreeably around the finger in her mouth.

Licht tilted his head to stare at the baby. “Ok. But how do you plan to practice with that stuck to you?”

Leon patted the twin’s head with his unslobbered hand. “I can do everything but spar. It’s really not a big deal.” He turned from his brothers toward his soldiers. “Alright men! We’ll run through drills first. Ready?”

“Uh, sir?” One of the soldiers raised a hand. “Is that your daughter?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He tugged his finger free from the baby. “Is this the first time you met her?”

“It is.” The soldier scuffed a foot. “I thought royal babies would look different. But -” One of the others nudged him to silence.

Leon looked down. All he could see from here was her soft, curly hair and the pink bow he’d clumsily clipped in when he got her dressed. “Different how?”

“I dunno. Like . . . fancier? Smarter? Just . . . she looks exactly like my little sister ‘Tato.” The soldier shrugged. 

“Royal babies look like every other baby. There’s nothing magic about being a noble.” He kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “This one is just extra-special to me because she’s mine.”

“Yeah, like ‘Tato is special to me, even though we’re just farmers,” the soldier nodded. 

“Ummah nana ah tato tato tato,” the little princess jabbered. 

Leon laughed. “You know, if your sister is about the same age, you should bring her up sometime. I bet the babies would love playing together.”

Several other soldiers began to speak up then, about a son or daughter, cousin, or niece or nephew, about the same age too. By the end of practice, they’d set up several playdates for the baby. 

Yves agreed to make some child-friendly treats, and Licht promised a lullaby. No one got much practicing done, but then, no one seemed to mind. Least of all, Leon, who simply looked happy.

Jin

Jin took one last critical look at the pram. The light pink sheet perfectly accented his baby’s eyes, and their cute little onesie was pressed and clean. “Adorable.” He grinned around the lollipop stick. “Irresistible even.”

The baby waved their arms at him and babbled. 

“Just keep up the cute act, little one, and daddy will be golden.” Then he pushed the pram out onto the sidewalk and made his way to the park. 

It didn’t take long for his bait to work. The first lady strolled up, already leaning forward to coo at the baby and treating Jin to an eyeful. And once there was one, more descended on the pram. 

“Oh my gosh, she’s so cute!”

“How old is this little pudding?”

“What is his name?”

The questions and compliments came too fast for Jin to answer- or correct - but that was fine by him. He was just there to enjoy the view. And it was very enjoyable. Chattering maids with vast . . . tracts of land . . . and ample . . . assets. Jin grinned. 

“Are you honestly using your baby to lure women in?” Nokto’s sharp voice cut through the crowd and froze Jin on the spot. 

“What? Me?” Jin pretended innocence. 

Nokto shook his head in disgust. “That’s low, even for you. If your wife knew this was the reason you agreed to take the baby out, she would -”

“Don’t tell her?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Nokto raised a brow. “Let’s see . . . if I tell her, we get drama which is entertaining, and for once, I won’t be the guy getting slapped. If I don’t tell her, I get . . . nothing.”

Jin wracked his brain for some way to make a quick deal. “I’ll buy you drinks next time we’re out.”

“Nope.”

“Introduce you to those sisters I met last summer? The ones from the acrobatic troupe?”

Nokto tapped his lips, considering. “Nah. I could meet them on my own if I wanted to.”

“What if . . . what if we traded off? I could let you take the baby for a walk every other day. Then we both win.” Jin smiled hopefully. 

“That might work.�� Nokto surveyed the group of women who were so interested in the baby they barely noticed the two princes. “I’ll make that deal. But my day is today. So buzz off, papa.”

Jin sighed and relinquished the pram to Nokto. “Fine. Just don’t keep the baby out too long. And make sure they stay warm. And check their diaper. And -”

“Look, I got it. If the kid needs anything, I’m sure one of these gorgeous ladies will lend a hapless uncle a hand.” He shooed Jin away with his hand.

“Fine. But tomorrow I get the kid again. And - just so you know - I wasn’t going to pick any of the ladies up. I just like to look. I’m married, you know. Not dead.”

Nokto laughed. “Same difference. Now, if you’ll excuse me?”

As Jin left, he heard one of the ladies ask ‘Where did the other guy go?’ and Nokto chuckled as he told her, ‘Oh, that old guy is married. Who cares where he went? Let me introduce myself . . .”

“Lecher,” Jin muttered under his breath.

[whatanightmaregrinch]

Nick Valentine x Fem!Sole Survivor- quiet

They sat in a comfortable silence on separate desks at the agency; he hunted through case files he’d yet to get round too, and she was jotting down her feelings on the day in a tarnished notebook. She swore it wasn’t important for her to scribe the day’s events, but Nick noticed she’d get antsy if she didn’t. It was like she had too many thoughts crammed in her mind, and if she didn’t get them all down she might swell and explode- something Nick didn’t feel like experiencing, so he always made sure to allow her time to write. It wasn’t any synthetic skin off his nose, in any case. He couldn’t help but notice the way she had a distant, but pleased expression. He took note of the way her eyelashes kissed her cheeks, and the way her hair wildly spilled out of the hair tie she’d tried to restrain it too. Her eyebrows were furrowed together in a sweet concentration as she wrote, and he felt his processor flutter in his chest. She cringed, and placed the pencil down; shaking her wrist awake as she fought the cramp that had threatened her. She finally connected that he was watching her, and she met him with a tired, but fond smile. She really was beautiful; even in the softer moments. “How’s the hand?” He probed gently, and she sighed, flexing her palms in front of her as she lent forward, stretching. She slumped onto the desk on top of her notebook, head rested on her outstretched arms. She had her cheek pressed into her arm, and she looked at him through the hair that had fallen onto her face, fanning across some of her cheek. “I think if I write anything else, I’ll turn into a typewriter.” She huffed, and he smiled in amusement. “Always wondered what inanimate object you’d be; suppose it only makes sense you’d be a useful one.” He grinned as he watched the embarrassment bloomed on her cheeks, flushing her skin. “Smooth, Valentine. Say that to all the gals and dames you meet?” She retorted, and he grabbed a cigarette from the pack, lighting it swiftly to take a drag. He waited till he’d exhaled the smoke before speaking, blowing it in the opposite direction she was sat in to be polite. “Only the ones I like.” His words hung in the air, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence.

She closed her eyes, snuggling further into her arms, her chair creaking slightly as she relaxed. He returned to flicking through a case file with one hand as he smoked, but couldn’t help but glance over at her every now and again. He was sure she was still awake, but her breathing seemed a little slow. He tried his best to concentrate on the words in front of him, but they swirled around on the page whilst he was occupied, thinking of her. He just put the folder down on his desk again, taking the final few drags of his cigarette in quick succession, and then stabbed it out into the ashtray he definitely needed to remember to wipe out. Between solving cases and following her across the wasteland, he’d barely been at the agency to take care of the little things. He was glad they’d stopped in, though. He couldn’t help but see Sole as she was in the quieter moments, and it made him more fond of her each day that passed. Not the brave persona she stepped into each morning and shucked off at night, but the person beneath all that, under all the defenses the Commonwealth had forced her to put up.The woman who liked dancing around to music on the radio, and singing quietly under her breath just in case someone heard. The woman who always checked in on him, made sure he had the parts he needed if a part of him had started to break. She’d even install it, too- chatting to him about their shared memories of the past as she worked, hands always careful even if he had no flesh or veins for her to injure. He knew she felt comforted by him, and maybe he felt comforted by her too. Ellie had always been there for him, but this felt different, atleast to his and human Nick’s combined experience. He listened as her breathing eventually evened out, and a soft snore escaped her. He’d been in his thoughts too long, and their silence had tempted her into a sparingly taken nap. She looked comfortable despite her positioning, and it warmed him. He couldn’t summon the courage to tell her his feelings, but if all he had to work with were these quieter moments, then that would be enough. 

[toniwritesthings]

We’re Okay

Charles Boyle x Pregnant Reader - Request by @flowercrowns-goodvibes: the idea i have is that maybe reader is engaged to charles and also a detective at the 99. she’s pregnant and restricted to desk duty when her ex-boyfriend who is also in the NYPD tries to win her back (sort of like how Teddy is to Amy) but he really just won’t leave her alone, so Charles steps in. thank you so much!!!❤️ - Words: 983 - Warnings: toxic masculinity

You sit at your desk, rubbing your stomach to soothe the kicking baby inside. You lean back in your chair, trying to get more comfortable. You looked over to your fiancé, who was in the kitchen. He was humming as he poured hot water into a mug. You turn back to your computer, grimacing as the baby kicks a bit too hard. You shut your eyes, rubbing your stomach a bit harder now. You hear a mug being sat on your desk, and you open your eyes to see Charles smile softly at you.

“Baby Boyle giving you a bit of trouble today huh?” Charles asks softly.

“Only a little.”

“I made you a lemon, ginger and peppermint tea” Charles indicated to the desk, moving your hands from your stomach. He replaces your hands with his own, rubbing to appease the baby. As soon as his hands rested on your stomach, the baby relaxed. You giggle, reaching over for the mug.

“Little Baby Boyle here knows when his papa is around” you say with contentment, taking a sip of the tea. Charles smiles, leaning down to your stomach.

“You need to give mama here a break, little one. Especially when me and Aunt Ro-Ro are out and about” he whispered to the baby, giving your stomach a small kiss. You giggle, placing a hand on his cheek. Charles has been amazing during the pregnancy so far. He has come to every obstetrician appointment with no complaint. He has been reassuring, encouraging and very affectionate. Truly, he hasn’t changed since before you were pregnant. He has just dialled it up because ‘I need to give you twice the love now’.

“You guys off now?”

“Yeah, I just needed to grab my jacket and give my favourite humans a kiss” he leans up, placing a soft kiss against your lips. You hum in contentment. Your desk phone rings and Charles lets you go. You groan, turning to take the call.

“Detective (Y/L/N)” you say, waving at Charles as he leaves the precinct.

“Hey, it’s Detective Sims from the 86, you guys have some paperwork for us?”

“Yeah, it was for that B&E right?”

“That’s the one. I’ll send over one of our detectives to come collect it. He should be going past the 99 on his way back here.”

“No worries! I’ll have it ready for him” you smile, hanging up the phone. You spend the next ten minutes collecting the paperwork, sorting it and placing it in a manila folder. The baby once again moved, now comfortably (well, uncomfortably for you) resting on your bladder. You groan, standing up to make your way to the bathroom.

When you return, there is a familiar man sitting at your desk and you groan. Resting a hand on your swollen stomach, you make your way over there.

“Hey Blake” you say, making the man turn around and give you a big smile. “You from the 86?”

“Hey (Y/N)! Yeah, I transferred there last month. Just here to pick up some paperwork.” he says, standing up and opening his arms for a hug. You grimace, reaching behind him to pick up the manilla folder and handing it over.

“Here it all is Blake. Have a good day” you push past him to sit at your desk, turning your whole focus onto the computer in front of you. You and Blake had dated for a few months a couple years ago, but he hasn’t ever moved on. You hear the chair beside your desk scrape and you sigh, turning to look at Blake. He has made himself comfortable, smiling brightly at you.

“(Y/N), let's cut to the chase. I still love you” he says.

“What was that now?” you ask, looking at him with disbelief.

“Stop playing hard to get, we have all the same interests,” Blake starts counting his fingers. “We have so much chemistry. Every time we’re together it’s like my heart explodes and I know you feel that too.”

“Blake, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but I have very clearly moved on” you point to your stomach and he laughs. You tense up, knowing that would not stop him.

“I can look after someone else's baby, no big deal.”

“That baby’s dad is very much still in (Y/N)’s life” a familiar voice says from behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. You turn to look at Charles, relaxing slightly into his touch.

“Well, I need to ask anyway. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” Blake says, moving from his seat to kneel on one knee.

“Oh no, absolutely not.” you say, turning back to your computer.

“Okay it’s time for you to leave” Charles says, stepping between you and Blake. Blake stands up, looking down at Charles with a smirk.

“What are you gonna do about it little man?” You notice Charles’ jaw clench at the comment.

“I made a promise to my fiancé and unborn child that I would always protect them,” Charles started, standing up to the man. “Something you will never understand because you’re alone and will never be a father.” Blake faltered at that comment, the fight leaving his body. “You come here, into my precinct, and make my fiancé uncomfortable. You better hope you haven’t upset the baby.”

“Alright man, chill” Blake says, putting both his hands up in defeat. Charles picks up the manilla folder and hands it to him.

“Get out. Don’t come back. And don’t you ever upset (Y/N) or the baby again” Charles says coolly, watching as Blake backs out towards the elevator. He turns back to you, all anger leaving his body. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh my god did he do something?”

“Baby I’m okay. We’re okay” you say, grabbing Charles’ hand and squeezing it. “We’re both okay, promise.”

[givemeanaccountalready]

Sometimes I look through my WIPs and go, wow, I wish I had the focus to write this, maybe someday…

I’ll probably get to this one day, because I think it’s funny, and I don’t want to pronounce it dead quite yet. It’s saved in my writing folder as Sasuke Retrieves and it is a skeleton of memes and incorrect quotes so don’t expect anything actually important from this post, I just needed to shake the plot bunnies out my ear drums rn.

It’s quite literally just the reverse of Shippuden, where instead of Naruto and Sakura are trying to get Sasuke to come back to the Hidden Leaf with Sai in tow, it is Sai kind of kidnaps Naruto and Sakura and the three of them are going on an adventure, trying to find the remnants of Uzushio, while Sasuke is in the background, losing his shit. This all takes place in their last year at the Academy, so Sasuke hasn’t been tortured for a second time by Itachi and he’s like, something is fishy, I have so many questions, time to get dumbass 1 and dumbass 2 back while I’m at it.

In an attempt to impress Sasuke when she was 10, Sakura decides that if anyone can recreate Lord First’s Wood Release jutsu, it’s gonna be her because the Senju and Uchiha founded the Leaf together, so mastering a legendary Senju jutsu is totally going to impress him. The ANBU who watch over the Leaf alert Lord Third (and Danzo) to the fact that a small, pink haired child keeps trying to apply chakra to seeds in her hands, making the seeds explode. Lord Third is like, probably nothing will come up of it, but can you imagine if this small child did that? That would be pretty dope. They’d have another Wood Release user to control Naruto if he loses control of the Nine Tails. Danzo decides that he can spare one small child to invest in this pink one’s development.

So Danzo sends Sai in, Sai poses as a “normal” ninja in training to help guide Sakura (mostly just pass her some scrolls on chakra control, Water and Earth Release style jutsu, and on his own volition, Sai keeps gifting her botany books). Sakura is like, this guy is my age but so weird like he’s never seen another human being before, but he is taking me seriously and helps me so I guess I could be his friend. Naruto more or less bursts onto the scene of their training on accident, and once he is confident that Sai and Sakura aren’t boyfriend-girlfriend, just inserts himself into the training. Sai enjoys goading him into fights, Naruto thinks it’s awesome that Sai is sharing all these cool jutsu with him and Sakura (it’s for Sakura but he’s witnessing it and considering himself a student), and Sakura enjoys having Sai take her seriously and having Naruto gush over her chakra control and experiment process, even if she loudly denies it. She is even starting to make some progress by making existing buds flower. She is also noticing that something is off about Naruto’s background.

But Danzo is going to Danzo, and he ruins it. He forces Sai to choose between killing Shin or Sakura. Shin is dying and he’s like, welp, technically, a Wood Release user is of more benefit to the village, and he dies. Sai does not take it well, and he goes off to confront Sakura. Sakura has no idea wtf is going on, just that Sai is going crazy (from grief). Sai tells her to make his brother’s death worth it, and keeps shoving a peach pit in her face and demanding she make a tree. Sakura is vaguely aware that something bigger is going on here, but Sai has slammed all of her buttons and hit all insecurities and so she takes the seed, tosses it at the ground with an angry “SHANNARO!”, and a tree erupts from the ground. Both Sai and Sakura are surprised by the tree, and Sakura gets in one laugh before fainting from exhaustion.

Sai panics. And so he picks her up and runs like Hell. Danzo’s ruthless, emotionless soldier process has officially backfired. Naruto follows him out of the village. When Sakura wakes up, the three of them are at the Valley of the End. Sai explains that he needs to GTFO and intends to take his only two friends with him. He convinces them by explaining that Danzo sent him to Sakura so that she could become strong enough to control the Nine Tails without needing to rely on Sasuke, and confirms Sakura’s suspicion that Naruto is related to the Nine Tails, just not the way she thought. Naruto isn’t the Nine Tails himself, but a fantastic piece of Uzumaki Tupperware. Naruto is blindsided because what do you mean the Uzumaki clan is famous? He has been alone for so long, why did he have to be all alone? He didn’t ask to be the vessel to the Nine Tails.

The three decide screw it, we’re going on a field trip to Uzushio to see if we can find Naruto’s family and maybe get the Nine Tails into an adult so the people of the Leaf stop hating him (they don’t know that that could kill Naruto). Meanwhile, back at the Leaf…

PANIK

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[localplaguenurse]

Ngl I forgot dottore can shapeshift(which is weird because scaramouche lore rarely slip my mind) so anyways now I can officially say dottities are Canon and anyone who says otherwise will have to pry dottities from my cold dead hands as my ghost haunts their very existence.

I’m just saying Dottore would look good in drag also I just remembered what I wanted to say about gingko trees

So the title Gold As The Gingko Trees

Gold- soft precious metal

Ginkgo trees- common symbol of longevity

Ok besides the fact that gingko leaves are golden so ha ha gold as the gingko trees ha ha get it? Gold? Like the leaf?

Next soft and precious metal aka gold, soft and precious should be obvious it’s wifey, but metal? Well that’s obviously their connection to Morax, who is the god of geo, commerce, mora, and ceo of being broke as fuck certified Amber lord with sexy eyes.

Gingko trees. Longevity. Another dot that didn’t connect until yesterday after I got shampoo in my eyes, well there’s two meanings here. First is wifey’s marriage to our ceo of terrible money management, they’ve been married for let’s round it off to 4000 years for simplicity sake and yes yada yada immortals change slow, but seriously this man and his wife are in a committed relationship for 4000 years if that isn’t longevity of a relationship and the love of one person to another then idk what is. Next Wifey’s lifespan, now I don’t remember the specifics because if I go back and read it again now the words are gonna get jumbled up and ao3 doesn’t support my accessibility settings unless I download the fic which btw can I download your fics and put them in my emergency food folder in case ao3 goes down again anyways so I’m going purely off memory here but after Morax did the sexy bite of 87 but it was consensual unlike the bite of 87 and certainly one less death. Wifey now shares the same life span (or in my personal opinion “live longer” as in Morax would erode first before wifey just because he’s so much older and therefore have more bad memories to erode him and maybe one day I’ll tell you more about Morax eroding away but this is not the ask for it rn) oh my god tumblr is lagging if this gets deleted I’ll hurl okay so yeah second meaning of longevity is that wifey gets to live longer

So yeah other than the surface level meaning of the title I also love the more deeper meanings this has and oh my god I have to conclude this before I get forced out of the app and also I went brain to fingers with no filter so excuse any mad ramblings in between

Tldr I love the effort you put into this fic have a fennec

Love is stored in the fennec fox ears.

I love your take on the title a lot! Honestly the only problem is that in canon the two have only been married for 2000 years, but that’s still a long ass time, and let’s be honest, those two would still be hand in hand when the sun explodes if they’re lucky to live that long. You hit the nail on the head with the longevity thing, but it’s also because of this one story I read about six ginkgo trees in Hiroshima. The place had been nuked, but six ginkgo trees had survived and from what I can see, are still going. They can live up to 3000 years. That’s why I had that part at the end where Zhongli tells Childe about how ginkgo trees are a symbol of hope and strength, and how they fit wifey very well. They’ve been through a lot, and they still prospered.

So the thing about wifey’s lifespan is that they’re sharing it with Morax. I didn’t focus too much on what that actually means beyond wifey will live past their human life expectancy so long as Morax is alive. It’s mainly because the specifics weren’t super important at the time, just served as an explanation for why wifey’s still around in canon time, and so I could avoid the whole “immortal outlives lover” trope because I told myself I was gonna end this nicely. I need y’all to know though that I’ve been very tempted to write something for when Zhongli begins to erode, but I have a character sheet to make for a Strahd campaign and a divorce fic chapter to get to. So yeah, maybe I’ll save it for another ask :)

Dottore would look good in drag but do you know who would look great in drag? Pantalone. I take no criticism, argue with the wall, he would be a glamourous bitch.

[cocobuny]

My Moon Part 1

Characters : Luan (Portuguese meaning: moon) Watanabe and Kun (meaning: earth) Shin

"You are so stupid! Stop being so in denial! Can't you see that I love you more than him! He doesn't even love you, he treats you as a brother! How long do I have to wait until you realize what your heart really wants? JC tell me, how-"

My laptop closes in front of me and I just explode, "Ah~ Luan why'd you close it? It was just getting good," I lean forward to open it back up but he grabs my hand before I can do so. 

"Kun, that's enough. Don't you have something to finish by tomorrow?"

"Oh that? I can finish that after one last episode, I swear," I reach over again to open my laptop but Luan stops me for the second time. 

"Kun," he starts with a stern tone, "we both know one last episode means absolutely nothing. So please can you just finish this one chapter, I need to get started on the editing. If I don't, we won't be able to go to the beach on Thursday."

He's got me, I've been looking forward to this little getaway we had planned months ago. So I sigh and get back to typing. I'm a writer, an amateur with a big following, I guess; and Luan is my editor. He's also my best friend and roommate. We share an apartment together in the heart of the city. 

I spend half the day writing and I finish enough chapters that would last for 2 weeks. Stretching my arms up, I call out, "oh baby moon~ guess who finished his job?"

Luan poked his head out from the kitchen and smiled, "good job my earth, I finished cooking, so we can eat now. But make sure you save and email me the document, okay? We wouldn't want all your hard work to disappear." Luan comes out holding two plates full with food. 

I run up to the table and sit down, as soon as we lift our utensils, a voice calls out from my room, "thanks guys, I wasn't hungry at all." Nara walks towards us scratching her head and yawning. 

"I thought you were still asleep, so I didn't wake you up; and I know you stayed up pretty late last night," Luan goes back to the kitchen and comes back with another plate. 

"Oh, I've been awake for a while now. You guys were just so sweet that bees were coming in through Kun's room. I wasn't planning on getting attacked by bees, so I came out."

We eat in silence for a while before Nara starts talking again, "how long have guys been dating? You guys seem so openly close, but never said anything?"

Both Luan and I choke on our food, "we're not dating!" We say at the same time, Nara bursts into laughter and says, "okay, I'll keep it a secret. I guess you guys aren't out yet."

"Look Nara, you got it all wrong. Kun and I, we aren't in a relationship, we're just really good friends. We've known each other since we were kids, so obviously we'd be really close. Right Kun?"

I stare blankly and blink a few times until I receive the signal Luan was sending, "yeah, we're not dating. In fact one of us has a girlfriend and the other has fake relationships. We’re very far from being boyfriends or anything like that." After saying this, Nara laughs awkwardly. 

"Sorry guys, it's just I really thought something was happening between the two of you. You guys have just acted differently ever since we first met." 

Once again, the apartment is filled with silence; until Luan speaks up, "the paperworks are ready for the move, so all you have to do is pack up and move a few floors down." Luan stands up to grab a folder and puts it onto the table. 

"Well, I guess it's time to say goodbye. It was really nice to have you around, but I am very much sick of seeing your face everyday," I laugh making Luan glare at me, so I continue, "no, that was a joke. I feel like I got to know you better. So cheers to a new chapter and to our everlasting friendship," I hold up my cup and wait for the others to join, but no one does, "what the heck guys, why're you just leaving me hanging here?"

"Uh, cause it sounds like you're the one moving out and not me," Nara takes a sip of water and Luan continues. 

"I mean you could move out if you wanted to, I'm not going to stop you if that's what you want."

"Aw~ you know I can't live without you, I'm never leaving your side Luan. Never ever," I smirk and hold my cup up again, "so cheers to Nara's new chapter! Let's hope she gets a significant other soon!"

"CHEERS!"

"Wait, why would I get into a relationship? I'm very much an independent woman who doesn't want to worry about another person just yet. Besides, it should be Kun who should get a partner soon."

"Heh? Why would I? And what if I did have a partner but didn't tell you, remember I said-"

"Yeah yeah, one of us has a girlfriend and the other has fake relationships, I can tell who has the fake relationship. Besides, I've seen your drafts for the upcoming chapters, and they're really touchy. You can watch all the dramas, movies, and read all the romance shit you want, but nothing beats personal experience. Aren't I right, Luan?"

Luan nods in silence and I just slowly blink at him; I can't believe he's actually siding with her right now, so far with these years of friendship huh? 

"Well, I think I'mma get going now, I wouldn't wanna be a bother to you guys anymore. I can move in today, right?"

"Yep, you just need  to go to the lobby and pick up your key."

Nara stands up and brings her plate to the sink; shortly after, Luan follows. Are those two really just gonna act like nothing just happened? A person in a relationship and a single person just outed me for being single and writing a romance novel. I mean it's not my fault no one can handle my hot ass, well except for one person. The person who knows me for who I really am, a person in denial about their identity and practically closeted.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 365, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks

WORDS: 1156

“Oh hello!” I greeted Katie’s social worker as I found her wandering about the faire grounds. “Are you here to do a check in with Katie? Wait right here and I’ll go get her-”

“Actually, I need to talk to you and Peter.” I took it that whatever she had to share with the Ratajczyk family were good news, judging by the joyous twinkle in her eyes and the smile twitching at the upper right corner of her stern mouth.

 “Okay, hold on a minute,” I told her before tugging on the chain that bounded my soulmate’s heart to mine, letting him know that he was needed. “He’ll be with us in just a few minutes.” I eyeballed the folder of paperwork with heavy suspicion and anxiety exploded deep within my chest.

 “Sweetheart!” I turned and smiled at Peter, who had arrived at the food court and made a swift beeline over to where I was sitting, waiting for the family’s lunch to be made for transport back to the tent. “What’s the problem here now?”

 “I’ve got good news,” the social worker hummed excitedly. “The judge had given you both the green light to adopt Katie!”

 A choked sob flew out of my mouth and I buried my face into my husband as he sat down next to me.

 “Katie will finally be a Ratajczyk!” I sobbed, overjoyed at the news.

 “I have the paperwork right here, in case you want to file quickly,” she told us, tapping the thick file under her arms.

 “We have to tell Katie!” I sniffled happily.

 “Ratajczyk! Ready order for Ratajczyk!” yelled a worker over at the food booth, and I quickly gathered the food, packed away neatly into paper bags.

 “Come with us, we can break the news to Katie,” Peter ordered us before guiding us back over to the archer’s encampment.

 “Katie! We have big news!” I bubbled once the three of us adults were inside the family tent. Elizabeth, Elle, Katie, Jing, Baby Tommy and little girl were heaped in a giant pile of love and friendships on the big bed that my husband and I both shared with Daisy curled up in her place in front of the door flap.

 “What mommy? What? What?” chanted Katie, looking up from poking at Baby Tommy’s chubby tummy.

 “What do you think of becoming a member of the Ratajczyk family?” I asked her, sitting on my side of the bed and allowing to Baby Tommy and little girl to both crawl into my lap.

 “But I thought I already was?” she frowned, clearly confused.

 “Officially speaking,” Peter told her, taking a seat on his side of the bed. “You won’t be Caitlyn Tiffs anymore, you’ll be Caitlyn Ratajczyk. What do you say?”

 “YES!” she cheered, bouncing up and down as her social worker started to ruffle through the papers in her arms. “YES YES YES YES YES…”

 “Okay, so you’ll need to sigh here…”

 ~xoXox~

 @Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, welcome to the Ratajczyk family Katie! #adoptionlove #downssyndrome #welcometothefamily #katieratajczyk #morelovetogoaround #newmemberofthefamily #downsyndromelove #livelovelaugh

 @kellykent, WHOOHOO! *gifset* dancing teddy bear

 @typeonegativebloodfan, awesome news! Welcome to the TON family!

 @sophie_kelly, wow congratulations!

 @joshsilver95, welcome to the family!

 I smiled as notifications dinged on my phone. I had posted a picture of Katie, surrounded by the family as we all gave her a giant hug.

 Almost at once after I posted the news to my Instagram, Type O Negative fans and PeteClaire shippers made their way to the New York Renaissance Faire to offer words of congratulations and bring little gifts to welcome the young child to the Type O Negative family.

 Katie’s favorite gifts were little dollies of her favorite Disney princesses- Mulan and Aurora, along with other costume changes. Elizabeth also received one of Belle and Cinderella along with their everyday dresses and pretty ballgowns from both the live action and original animated films.

 “Look mommy!” Katie crowed excitedly. “Now Jing has a dollie of her very own!”

 I chuckled as I folded an unworn shirt of my older husband’s into a neat square as I busied myself around the family tent by doing period accurate tasks.

 “So she does,” I smiled, moving aside as Elizabeth swept the floor of the tent, expelling out dirt and grass that had been tracked inside at random points during the day.

 Peter stomped into the archer’s encampment just then, having taken Baby Tommy and little girl to go visit the jousting horses. He wore an easy smile over his handsomely bearded face as he carried the babies in his muscular arms. As the three grew closer, I could make out the two Irish babies trying to make horsie noises.

 I chuckled as I held two simple cloth dollies that I had made today- one in a pink dress and the other in a green t-shirt. Peter swooped in on me, depositing the babies into my arms before pushing the lot of us onto our marital bed before pressing a heady kiss to my lips.

 “I love my sweetheart,” he snarled, getting up onto the bed and crowding himself in tightly to my petite frame. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…”

 “I love you, Peter Thomas Ratajczyk,” I murmured with a giggle. “I love you, my handsome silver daddy. Two hundred and one days until we can try for Ratajczyk baby number two.”

 “I can’t wait to knock you up again, amazing sweetheart of mine,” he gasped.

 “Papa Peter Mama Wen Wen ick ick!”

 We broke away from each other with giggles aimed over to where the babies were looking disgusted with our loving each other.

 “Sorry babies,” chortled Peter as he rolled onto his back and scooped up the babies to be pressed against his manly chest. “One day, when you both find someone to love, you’ll understand.”

 “ICK ICK!”

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[lily-drake]

Twin!Sibling Tim and Marinette where Tim is digging into his parents old files one day and discovers he had a younger twin sibling that was given up cause she wasn't planned. Tim does what Tim does best starts tracking down where she was sent/adopted to and finds out she's in Paris. Marinette has always known she was adopted and doesn't even bat an eye when he shows up. Basically they bond over coffee/riddles/problem solving, and discover each other hero identities.

Siblings don’t shake hands, siblings gotta hug!

sorry this took so long!

Tim didn’t want to be at the manor.  He was tired, and it wasn’t because he hadn’t slept in like 4 days, no his tiredness was bone deep.  It has been a year now since he was proven right that Bruce was indeed alive.  He was right, but Dick never apologized, Damian was still trying to kill him, Jason was still doing his thing in Crime Alley, and as long as he stayed far away from there he would be fine.  Bruce, at least he had thanked him when Tim had pulled him out of the time stream.  But that wasn’t enough, because he never stopped Damian’s many attempts to kill him, he often let Jason, his also attempted murderer, into the manor whenever the guy wanted!  Dick had even threatened to send him to Arkham for even suggesting that Bruce was alive, and would you look at that, he is!  So no, he didn’t feel safe at the manor.  And yes, he was tired of doing so much for everyone and having to be trampled on and thrown away for someone or something new.

He didn’t know why he was at Drake Manor.  Honestly this place wasn’t any better, but he knew that no one would ever think to look here.  So he let the back of his mind take control and he wandered through old dusty rooms.  He was honestly surprised Bruce was still spending his money to keep this place.  He was wandering through his father’s old office and saw a filing cabinet.  Why not, Tim thought tiredly as he opened one of the drawers and he was met with files upon files.  Some mindless work would be good for him, it would keep his mind off of his horrible thoughts and the feelings he really didn’t need right now.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, just going through old documents, bills, reports, but it was fine.  Well it was fine until he stumbled upon a birth certificate that wasn’t his own.  It was a girl’s certificate, she was born the same day, of the same year, two minutes after him.  Tim sat there staring down at the piece of paper before his mind basically exploded and he was a flurry.  He was going through the metal cabinet drawers much faster.  He pulled out everything he could find on “Marinette”, and that’s when he stumbled upon a journal entry inside one of the envelope that held his —oh my gosh, he had a little sister, he wasn’t alone anymore; shut up, he’s not crying— apparent sister’s name on it.

19 July ####

Stupid child.  We didn’t know that this stupid girl was going to disrupt our plans!  We don’t need another heir, especially not a girl.  This might just set back our plans for Tim… unless we get rid of her.  Nobody has to know who she is, not even her if we put her up for adoption.  I’ll have to run it by Janet first, but I may have just found the answer to the problem.

Tim felt disgusted, how could his parents do something like this?!  Tim imagined what it would have been like to live with his apparent twin and thought how much better and warm it could have been.  Tim came to a decision, he was going to find her, he was going to meet her, he had to make sure that she was in a good home and that hi-er, their parents hadn’t just shipped her off to some random family that could be hurting her.  So that’s what he did.  After collecting all the information he could find and stuffing it into one of the manilla folders he ran back to the manor and to his room where his personal laptop sat on his desk.

_______

Marinette always knew she was adopted.  While she had many similarities to Sabine, she knew she couldn’t be her real mom.  She was different from them, and while she had learned so many things from them and she was so happy, she knew that she was missing something.  She had always felt some sort of loss, and it wasn’t their fault, but at the same time it might have been.  So when she saw a boy around her age with dark black hair and eyes so similar to hers she could just feel a connection.  It felt like something had just fallen into place and the world was finally beginning to be complete.  The two stared at each other for what felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes before he approached her.

“Umm..h-hey.  Um,”

He awkwardly cleared his throat before continuing.

“I’m Tim Drake, and I know this is going to sound weird…but I think I’m your twin brother.”

Marinette blinked a few times before a wide smile spread across her lips.

“It’s great to meet you Tim!  I’m Marinette, though I’m sure you already knew that.”

They both chuckled at that before the awkward silence surrounded them once more.

“Sooo….would you like some coffee?”

Marinette asked, noticing the tired posture that her —she had a brother, a twin no less, that’s so cool— brother’s exhausted posture.

“Wait, you're just going to take my word for it?!”

He asked incredulously.  Marinette rolled her eyes at that as she went behind the counter of the bakery and began a brew of her special all-nighter coffee.

“We have the same eyes, hair, and how dare you be a bad influence to me when I haven’t even met you!”

She joked, but he looked confused.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You look like you haven’t slept in a week, and I’ve been there, done that, and I know I’ll do it again.”

Tim didn’t have anything to say to that, because he was the older sibling, and he was a bad influence, even from an ocean away.  How could he fall into such a bad habit and let his sister think it was okay to do it too?!  A large cup of coffee was placed in front of his face breaking him out of his stupor.  He carefully took it and gave her an awkward smile.

“Thank you.”

He said sheepishly.  He slowly took a sip of the hot drink and his eyes widened with wonder and delight.

“Magical coffee goddess, I worship you.  This is the best coffee ever.  I’m so glad we’re related right now!”

Marinette giggled and played along tilting her chin the air in a ‘better-than-you’ sort of way,

“Of course you should worship me.  I am your sister and thus I obviously deserve all of the praise.”

They made eye contact and began laughing again.

“Follow me, mama and papa made some cookies upstairs.”

“Really?!”

Tim said with hope and pure joy.  Marinette could see the loneliness in his eyes, and she understood it.  They both carried a burden, maybe they had more similarities than they would ever truly know.

“So, do tell brother-o-mine, what are your hobbies?”

Marinette asked as she opened the apartment door that led to the main room.  He thought over for a bit as they settled on the barstools in front of the counter where the cookies sat in a pile atop a decorated plate.

“Well, I like photography, I do a lot of tech stuff, I solve cold cases, and solving riddles is fun.”

He said before nibbling shyly on a cookie, like nobody had ever really cared or asked what he liked to do.  Marinette was going to change this, he was family and he should be treated as such, which means she’s going to treat like he’s the most important person.  And considering their twins he is!

“Oh?  Ok then Tim-Tam,”

He made a confused face but didn’t say anything,

“I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”

Tim's eyes widened before they sparkled with a bright happy gleam. He took another bit, a bigger one this time, of the cookie and swallowed before easily replying,

“An echo.”

Marinette nodded her head and held her hand up, he looked at it for a second confusedly before he realized what she was doing.  He quickly high fived her back and her bright smile made him so happy.  Was he doing this right, Damian had never given him a chance to be an older brother, he was even kicked out so he really didn’t know if he was doing anything right.  But she looked happy, and it seemed genuine, so maybe he was?

“Alright, my turn.”

He said, and after a bit of thought said,

“White bird, featherless. Flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand. What is it?”

Marinette had never heard of this one, but she was determined to figure it out.  She took another cookie from the plate and began to eat it as she thought.

“Could you repeat it please?”

He smirked and did.  She would wipe that smirk off his face, she would not surrender!!!  After a few more minutes it hit her an she smiled brightly,

“A snowflake!”

Tim wanted to feel upset, he did, really!  But her smile was so bright and she looked so happy and prideful, he couldn’t help but smile too.  Marinette opened her mouth to ask him another riddle when her Akuma alert went off.  She glared at it before she sighed and stood up.

“I’ll be right back Tim, I just need to grab something in my room, okay?”

Tim hesitated a little but nodded silently and gripped his hands together.  Marinette wanted to scream, because of course he had abandonment issues.  She was going to kill whoever hurt her —she didn’t know who was older, she’d have to ask— brother in such a way.

“Tim, I promise that I will be back, and I’m not trying to get away from you.  I want to get to know you, I just need to take care of this, okay?”

Tim could feel tears stinging at the back of his eyes at her words.  How long had he been waiting for someone to say that to him?  That they weren’t going to run from him, that they would stay, that they actually would come back?

“Okay.”

He whispered not daring to meet her eyes for fear that she would see his weakness.  He could hear her feet on the stairs and the door close and then he waited anxiously for her to return.

It felt like hours that she had been gone, but when he checked his phone again it had been, half an hour.  He bit his lip in anticipation and came to a decision he would knock on her door and ask if she needed help with anything.  If she was working on some project it would be rude of him not to try to help her in some way.  So he carefully made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door.

“Marinette, do you need any help?”

There was no reply and it was silent in there.  It was too silent for someone to not be in there.  And he was a paranoid man, so could you blame him for opening the door, and when she wasn’t there looking around?  When he heard a thump come from the loft bed he quickly looked up and took a defensive stance only to see a lady in ladybug themed spandex and ladybug themed mask, and the suit was disappearing into magical pink sparkles, and his sister was staring at him instead of the ladybug girl, and oh, his sister was the ladybug girl.

“I’m the most terrible, horrible, absolute worst, influence to ever exist.  The worst big brother to ever exist.”

Tim groaned, burying his face in his hands.  Of course she was also a superhero.  When was anyone he called family not one?!  Marinette did not expect or understand his reaction.  How was he such a terrible influence, it’s not like he was a-unless he was.  So he was the older twin, question answered at least.

“What hero are you?”

She asked as she stared down at her brother from her bed.

“Red Robin, in Gotham.”

He groaned, face still covered.

“Well, want to meet the rest of the team?  We were planning to meet for ice cream soon.”

Tim looked at her eyes shining with emotion.

“Just like that?  You’re just going to accept it, except me so easily?”

Marinette hopped down and hugged her brother tightly and felt her heart ache as he practically melted into her touch.

“Of course!  You’re my brother, my family, and I’ll never leave my family behind, ever.”

They had both lost people important in their lives, both been betrayed in ways they weren’t able to talk about quite yet, but one day they would.

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Tim had begun to zeta to Paris almost every other day to visit Marinette, and sometimes he would stay with her for weeks on end.  Tom and Sabine were such genuine and sweet people and he had never felt so loved then he did in her house or with her and her friends.  Chloe, Luka, Kagami, Adrien, and Juleka were some of the most genuine and protective people he had ever met.  He would often patrol with them, and when Adrien using his bo staff as a sword finally got to him, taught the kid how to use his precious child properly.  With his spare time he would help them track down Hawkmoth and help them narrow down the suspect list.

He had been gone from Gotham for almost a month now and all of them were just chilling in Chloe’s room.  Luka was strumming some soft melodies on his guitar, Juleka, Chloe, and Marinette were talking about designs, and Adrien and Kagami were talking about fencing techniques.  Tim looked up from his laptop, he had been doing WE work from here and attending meetings via video call, and picked up the camera he had brought with him from the table next to him.  He set his laptop aside and stood in a corner of a room getting the perfect angle to capture the serenity of the moment.  He stared down at the picture with a gentle smile and went back to his spot on the couch only for Marinette to lay down across his lap.

He smiled gently at his little sister.  She seemed to understand how touched staved he was, but knew how it was awkward for him to be touched or held for long periods of times.  So, she would often just lay in his lap and let him control the amount of touch that happened, he would often just run his fingers through her hair, and when the roles were reversed she would do the same for him.  He liked being able to fall asleep to her gentle touches.  They may have only officially met about 3 months ago, but it felt like they’d known each other their entire lives even though they were separated.  Suddenly his computer began to fuzz out and…he knew Oracle’s work when he saw it.  He sighed tiredly and leaned his head on the back of the couch as his brothers’ faces popped onto the screen along with Oracle herself.  He had been ignoring their texts and calls all week, he should have seen this coming.

“Tim!  We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for weeks!  We could really use your help right now!”

Tim grumbled tiredly under his breath as Marinette stared at the screen that held the faces of Dick, Damian, and Barbara.

“Tt.  We don’t need the pretender’s help, we’re just fine on our own.  In fact we’re better off without him completely.”

The small boy with green eyes said.  She glared at the screen and she could tell her friends were glaring as well.  Before Tim could do or say anything she snatched the laptop and made sure her face showed through the camera.

“What the-“

“Who are you?”

“Shut. Up.”

Marinette said darkly as she glared at the screen.  Damian went to open his mouth but she beat him to the punch.

“You will never, and I mean never call my brother that again.  And none of you have even noticed where he’s been!  None of you are worried about him?!  All you care about is what he can give you, what he can do for you, right?”

It was silent on the other end, everybody shocked at the words she was saying, specifically the “brother” part.

“I’ve dealt with people like you before.  Always wanting something, always asking, never caring about the person doing it.  You just expect it to be done even if they have other things they need or have to do.  And when it isn’t done you guilt or shame him, don’t you?!”

It was silent and she could tell she was right by the way two of them went pale, the other just crossed his arms and looked away definitely.

Her team was coming up to the camera and they made sure that the people saw their faces.

“Never call here again unless it’s for an apology or it’s the end of the world.  He's ours, and I’m going to make sure he’s protected from people like you.”

Then she shut the laptop.  Tim looked at his little sister and her, no, their friends with shock and utter joy.  He could feel warm tears begin to flow down his face and his family…yea, family were hugging him and reassuring him.  He loved it here, and he was so thankful he found his little sister.  He could share anything with her, and she never judged him, in fact she just up and helped him.  He made sure he did the same for her, and they often spent late nights working together and helping each other.

“Thank you Bean, and everyone.  Thank you.”

“We love you too Tim-Tam.  We'll always be here.  Because family don’t shake hands.”

“Family hugs.”

He finished.  It was a joke as after the first time they met before he left he held out his hand for a handshake, but instead she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.  Yea, he loved his family, and he was happy that they were always there for him.

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[venomous-ragno]

Martyr (Prologue)

I've recently been obssessed with CoD again and had this idea of a storyline that I needed to write or else I'll explode. This is not an rp thing, just my own story I may or may not continue.

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, nothing descriptive tho

Tags: CoD, f!reader, possible CoD boys x f!Reader in future parts

"So let me recap", Soap massaged his temples with a drawn out sigh, "we're supposed to find and eliminate a German soldier whose whole squad was decimated... Months ago? And the German government calls a team of SAS vigilantes to do the job? Did I get that right."

Price wordlessly flipped through the papers. Given to him by an acquaintance of his in the British armed forces, he'd accepted them with a healthy dose of scepticism, no less confused than his team now.

"How do we even know if she's still alive?" Gaz addressed the elephant in the room. "It's been three months. Not even we have it easy out here, let alone a single person entirely on her own." His eyes darted back and forth between his comrades, each deep in thought. Soap sported an expression of insomnia and doubt with a dash of migraines; Price kept skimming through the pages in his hands, each decorated by blackened out bars redacting information, marked with bright red [TOP SECRET] stamps.

And Ghost?

Ghost leant against a wall somewhere in the back of that run down warehouse they called base. The most unseeming, long forgotten place on the outskirts of a city lost to chaos. The flickering lights of their only lamp barely reached him, casting him into the shadows he so loved.

"Something's fishy." Husky was his voice and careful his words.

Captain Price nodded.

"According to what limited info we have, they're certain she's alive because there's been an SOS signal set off somewhere in this area, and it was directed at German comms. As if that were proof enough..." He muttered the last part, unceremoniously throwing the folder unto the table in their midst. Not enough reliable hints and too many unanswered questions.

"So what do we do?", Soap asked, "go on a treasure hunt for someone who's most likely dead?"

"An order's an order, Soap." Price's brow rose. Soap sighed. He knew that tone. Commanding. Reprimanding. I call the shots, you follow.

"Of course, Sir." He replied, grabbing a somewhat broken stool and sitting down with it's back facing the table, "what's our plan?"

Eyes closed for the briefest of moments. Her back pressed against concrete, grip tight on the rifle in her arms. She calmed her mind and flattened her breath; can't have them find her now, not when she's survived for this long, not until she's found him.

Agitated screams echoed through dimly lit streets. Dogs barked and cars honked, covering the sounds of debris crunching underneath blood crusted boots. Her eyes darted left and right, up and down. Every rooftop, every corner and dark alley scanned for possible threats until she took refuge in what was once a beautiful villa, now, remnants of times long gone. Times of peace and happiness, of laughter and family gatherings and birthdays - nothing more than a distant memory in the minds of the locals. She knew what it meant when they looked upon her with a gaze so cold as they reached for the gun hidden underneath the belt. All that pain and fear and anger clutching their hearts.

And truly, who could blame them?

Their home lay in ruins and their kin in blood.

She ducked as a car drove by. Windows smashed and one door missing, hood bent and tires covered in grafittis of a symbol she recognised even in the dark. How proudly they displayed it: On houses, cars, even their uniform had it plastered all across expensive armour. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, that symbol.

Counting seconds even after the patrol disappeared and its sounds mingled with the city, she glanced down the street before continuing her way forward. Deeper into the center she went. Idiotic, really. Suicidal even. All it needed was a single moment of negligence on her part, no, a stroke of bad luck would be enough and it'd all be over. Three months of raw survival for nothing.

How long would the candle burn in the midst of  lashing winds?

The blood of her comrades had long dried on her, melting into the camouflage of her uniform.

She won't die here. She promised. And she'll keep her promise, no matter what.

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[thefallennightmare]

Fallen-Part Two

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Angel!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, and swearing

Summary: Reader is the new recruit at Avengers Compound, but no one is welcoming towards her because of her past; a very dark past. She was Hydra's greatest weapon for years, until a decision forced her to flee.

Before she could settle into this new life, she's faced with memories of her past, one she thought she would never see again, The Winter Soldier. Can Bucky get reader to open up and show him what she's been hiding for so long?

Authors Note: This part will be a flash back. Enjoy till the next update. Tags are open!

Tags: roguediorxoxo. ginger-swag-rapunzel. hereforstan.

My footsteps echoed against the walls of the hallway as I made my way towards the lab, where I knew he was waiting. He had a new mission for me and whenever he called, I had no choice but to answer. This had been my home for the last five years and I couldn’t do anything to make him upset, knowing what the repercussions would be.

She needed me to listen and follow orders. Her life depended on it.

Wings spread wide and fire at my fingertips, I entered the lab where four separate gazes fell onto me. Only one mattered to me, however, and I gave her a small smile.

“It’s alright. Your sister is going to fix all of this,” I mouthed to my little sister who was chained to the wall.

Her smile was weak, but I knew that she was strong on the inside, not letting us be captured break her spirits.

“I have a new mission for you, Y/N.”

Biting my lip, I held back any ounce of attitude I felt towards the man and nodded. “What do you need me to do, Ivan?”

Ivan, head member of this Hydra group in Siberia, sat behind a large desk and tossed a large folder onto it. It was filled with papers and when I picked it up, a lone picture fell out and when I saw my new target, I gasped.

“We’ve had him on our radar for years but never could find where he had been hiding. Now that we know where he is and has someone that can match his strength, it’s time he paid for his betrayal,” Ivan informed me.

Fear of my upcoming mission filled me, but I couldn’t show him how afraid I was. With a simple nod, I gave my little sister one last look.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

With large gusts of wind, I ascended down on the ground in the middle of the woods, trying my best to keep quiet. After flying around a few times, I finally found my target, who was sitting in front of a fire high up in some caves with a woman and they were speaking quietly amongst themselves. I retracted my wings into my back and bent low in the trees, going unnoticed by them.

When I heard what exactly the woman was saying, I knew why they had come so far from the Wakanda castle. The man sat broken, tears welling in his eyes, as he listened to her speak one word at a time. As she reached the last two, I prepared myself for the rage that was about to ensue upon me.

It never came.

I watched as tears rolled over the man's cheek, relief evident behind his gaze and I could almost see the weight fall from his shoulders. Under the Wakandian moonlight, he looked breathtaking; his long locks fell into his face slightly and his skin glowed almost as bright as the said moon.

My fear of this killer vanished when I noticed the soft look in his gaze as our eyes met only for a brief second. Before I could out myself any longer, wings exploded from my back and I ascended towards the sky. With my body flying through the clouds, I realized that my mission would be incomplete. I couldn't kill this man because he wasn’t who Ivan thought he was, not anymore

The Winter Soldier was no more.

A loud crash vibrated against the cement walls as Ivan stood in front of me, fuming with anger. His hands were placed on his hips, and he shook his head towards me.

“I didn’t ask you to see if The Winter Soldier was still inside of Barnes, I asked you to kill him!”

I stood my ground. “He’s not going to hurt anyone, Ivan. Barnes is in isolation to make sure of it. He’s innocent.”

He scoffed. “Hardly. Did you forget what we made him do all of those years?”

“Yea because you didn’t give him a choice. I kind of know how that feels.”

Ivan squinted his eyes towards me, a look of pity on his face. “Is that so? You feel connected to him because of what Hydra has done to the both of you? Is that why you didn’t kill him because you’ve fallen for him?”

It was my turn to scoff even if I felt my heart hammer in my chest.

“I’m not going to kill an innocent man.”

Ivan nodded and with a snap of his fingers, the door behind us busted open. One of his henchmen was dragging my sister by her hair, screams filling the office. My feet went to run towards her, but Ivan’s next actions stopped me.

“Move another inch and she get a bullet in her skull, understand?” Ivan raised a gun towards my sister.

All I could do was nod.

Tears were in both my eyes and my sisters while we stared at each other. She was on her knees, almost begging for her life and I noticed what Ivan’s men had been doing to her while I was gone.

Dried blood in her hair, bruises forming under her eye and cheek. They tortured her while I was away because they knew I wasn’t able to protect her.

Anger took over, eyes going black, as I felt the fire come to life at my fingertips and before I could stop myself, I turned Ivan’s bodyguard to ash.

“I’m going to kill every single one of you, fuckers,” I seethed at Ivan.

“You want to feel connected to Barnes, eh?” Ivan kept his eyes trained on the gun in his hand. “We had to hurt him in order to make him the weapon that we needed at the time. With you, however, we never had the chance.”

I kept my eyes locked with my sisters, both of us feeling tears roll over our cheeks.

“Now we do.”

A loud shot sounded in the room, and it mirrored the scream that crawled its way through my throat when I watched my sister's body fall to the floor. Fire shot through my hands, setting the office in a blaze, and with my wings exploding from my back, I wrapped my sister into them and flew away from the growing blaze.

[t1bi]

My reading list

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Judged by stars ⭐ (5 stars max)~

TGCF : ⭐⭐⭐

It does not have a single smut scene which is disappointing, especially considering the predecessor novel is MDZS. If you can ignore this detail, the plot is incredible and leaves you wondering, action scenes and all conflicts are really compelling. Do not expect tons of fluff, it's quite angsty tbh. [It has a happy ending!]

MDZS :⭐⭐⭐

Very abundant in smut and fluff, it is quite comforting in that regard. Wei Wuxian is a character that I just adore, well developed and dynamic. I personally felt Lan Wangji quite flat in comparison, which did not allow me to fully fall in love with Wangxian. Well balanced between angst and comfort. [It has a happy ending!]

ERHA :⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

BRO! How do I even begin with this gem... It has everything. It is not a suitable reading for everyone due to the amount of TW it contains, dark material, situations that make your hair stand on end. The plot is completely incredible, both protagonists are so well developed that it makes you want to cry, the entire universe which encompasses this novel is abundant and rich, and the number of twists and turns makes your head explode! The amount of angst is as big as the smut, yes. I cried my eyes out with this text. [It has a happy ending!]

YUWU :⭐⭐

Based on the same universe as ERHA, it's really exciting as you read along and 2HA aspects/ components start to appear. It is basically all angst, suffering and pain for the characters, fluff moments are almost non-existent, and there are maximum 3 scenes of smut (which, compared to ERHA is... nothing). In terms of action / world building / plot, it is exquisite, there is no mistake in that regard, and the construction of the characters is delicious. Don't expect the same kind of stuff as The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (disappointing when comparing both novels)... [It has a happy ending!]

The Two Tailed Fox Demon and His Taoist Priest Gong :⭐

Super short novel of pure smut, kinda bizarre tbh, there's no plot. It's extremely simple, a text created for light (and scandalous) reading. Surprisingly, I found that the smut is not that great... the scenes feel really rushed, without a good description of the context, or development of the situation (ironic because it is a sexy novel...?)

Introduction to Sex Education :⭐⭐⭐

A really hot/smut-dedicated novel. It has many TW that must be taken into account before reading, because the type of material is not for just any reader. It can hurt the sensibilities of many consumers.

SVSSS: ⭐

I didn't connect with this novel, at all. All the actions scenes feel extremely rushed, the plot is poorly developed in a lot of aspects, and the main CP... it makes me think SQQ is only with LBH out of pity, not because actual attraction. There are no transitions between one action and the other, and it makes a lot of things confusing. I love Luo, but disappointing [it has a happy ending!]

Till Death do us Part:⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This novel is exquisite. For anyone who enjoys reading about politics, historical contexts, love, and lots of sex, this is a perfect read. There were many, many times I wanted to kill the Gong because of his toxicity... but when he realizes his mistakes and "leaves" his questionable behavior behind... IT MAKES YOU CRY SO MUCH???? The couple ends up living until they are both elderly in their 80s and die together of natural causes 😭😭😭😭😭

Living to Suffer: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I'm only giving it one star less because it's shorter than the sequel (Till Death do us Part ⬆️), and I needed so much more of them in this oneeee. Anyways, fully complies with the standards of the previous novel, and introduces us to the CP who, depending on what order you read both texts, take place in a different context (historically speaking). It contains a beautiful amount of smut BUT IT'S EXTREMELY ANGSTY AND FULL OF PAIN, FOR REAL. [BAD ENDING!!!]

The Bird and the Golden Cage:⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SHORT NOVEL!!!!! It has everything and a beautiful, sweet happy ending~ I loved every second of it, smut scenes are great, and the plot is very good too. The CP is so adorable 😭❤️

You've Got a Mail: A Cautionary Tail ⭐⭐⭐

This novel is the definition of smut with plot!!! It's full of truly horny scenes and scenarios but at the same time there's a whole plot going with it. It makes it both fun and spicy to read, and I couldn't help but to fall in love with the shou. I did hate the gong through basically the entirety of the novel, and I only liked him at the end, but yeah, overall, really good!!

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Undying Body

The Two Tailed Fox Demon and His Taoist Priest Gong

Marked by a Tyrant After Transmigrating

You've got a Mail: A Cautionary Tail

Living to Suffer + Till Death do Us Part

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hey hey

if its possible could i get an emergency request for haikyuu?? ive been so stressed lately because my adhd (which my parents dont believe) and executive disfunction kept causing me to get distracted all the time and now im loaded with so much work and tests and honestly i feel like im on the verge on the mental breakdown :'( and maybe where the reader is pretty closed off and doesn't show their vulnerable side and tries to mask it with humor

with kuroo or atsumu please

thank you in advance and have a nice day <3

Oh of course you can, love!!

I 100% feel you, so I will do the best I can!

Trust me love, I’m 4 assignments behind in Econ and I still haven’t written my essay that was due a week ago.

Please feel free to talk to me whenever you need me okay??

CW UNDER THE CUT: Implied Verbal Abuse

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

Trying to get you to open up was like trying to penetrate Fort Knox.

Kuroo desperately tried to though.

The day you came into Chemistry, and practically melted onto the lab table beneath the two of you, gave him his initial thought.

‘Something is clearly wrong’

“Hey (Y/N) what’s-“

He peered into your opened planner that was placed your messily thrown belongings.

His breath hitched when he saw the lists upon lists of bulleted assignments and tests you had to worry about.

Kuroo sighed fondly however upon noticing the a doodle of a dog in a Christmas hat.

“Hey” he whispered as the students continued to file in.

“Mm?”

“Will you take notes for me today, (Y/N)? That way, I can work on this.” He finished by grabbing your planner, folder of papers, and a bulky math packet that you were yet to start on.

“Oh? An honor code violation? For widdle ol’ me?”

“Hey nothing’s illegal till you get caught. But please. Let me help you out, you have so much on your plate. I’d be ready to explode at this point.”

“That’s a negative, ghost rider. You gotta focus on class, boss man.”

He chuckled slightly at your witty remark and took out his calculator.

“I don’t have a choice do I?”

“Nope!” He cooed with a beaming smile, glancing at the math packet, “You know how I like my notes, highlights and colors, if you would.”

You released a breath of air in amusement, silently thanking whatever deity was up there (if you atheist idk who you thank LMAO).

After chem, you made your way to a bench in a more lesser known area of the school, ready to make an attempt to study for your tests.

What was supposed to be a relaxing time turned into something awful.

You glanced down to look at your phone to see a deluge of texts and missed calls from your mother.

As it turns out, your teachers had called your mom to tell her about all of your missing assignments and that you were “choosing to not pay attention in class”

The words you read from her were words that a mother should never say to her baby. You were so frustrated that she didn’t believe you, and now your teachers don’t even either.

Thank goodness you were in a secluded area, or else everyone would’ve seen you throw your head in your hands and sob.

But... best friends always seem to know where you are and Kuroo found you. He didn’t even hesitate, dropping his schoolbooks to the floor and wrapping you tightly in his arms.

“You’re okay, love-bug. You’re safe. It’s just me. I’m here for you.” He whispered as he rocked you back in forth in his arms. “Everything is going to be okay, love.”

“I- K-Kuroo- shit I cant-“

“What’s going on? Please tell me.”

“N-no I- I c-can’t. d-don’ wan’ b-bother you.”

“(Y/N) you have to let me help you.” He sounded desperate, as if almost on the verge of tears himself.

“I-“ you sighed through your staggering breath, “J-jus need a m-minute.”

When you’ve cooled off enough to speak, you still found yourself quaking in his grip. Apologizing profusely, you attempt to squirm out of it.

“Hey. Don’t worry about it, take whatever time you need.” He laces his fingers in between your own and squeezes firmly. “I’m here and whatever you need I’ll get it for you.”

“Heh...” you mumble “I need all of my homework and essays to automatically be done so I can focus on studying.”

Kuroo’s eyes sparkled as he smiled brightly “Wait here for me, yeah?” He squeezes your hand and went to his hastily discarded schoolbooks, picking up familiar items...

Your folder and planner.

When he hands them to you, you glance down and become overwhelmed with joy. You immediately set them aside as you wrap your arms around his neck, beginning to cry again.

What had happened?

The numerous assignments had been scratched off down to two, and each empty packet and assignment had the solutions paper clipped to them, so you could fill them in with your own handwriting.

You remembered how Kuroo made you vow to tell him when you need help. You knew he would never be upset to assist you. You just always felt it to be so burdening that you chose not to.

Maybe this time helped to open your eyes.

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“You have the notes right? They’re in the file I sent you. Did I send them to you?” Happy asked. You sighed and shifted in the leather seat of the town car.

“I have the folder Happy. I know what I need to say.” You insisted. He’d called and asked the same questions over and over.

“Ok. Well it’s just this building. Hopefully whatever the Parker kid needs doesn’t take long and I can come back. Thanks for covering for me.” Happy said.

“It’s my job. I am paid thousands of dollars a week to basically be a backup Happy. I’ve got this.” You said as the car stopped and your diver went round to open the door.

Happy hung up after a few more fretful words and you thanked the driver who nodded. You paused for a moment, looking at your folder then at the driver. He wasn’t the usual driver. He also didn’t say anything. The other one liked to chat. A lot.

“I shouldn’t be long. A few hours. You can head back to the main office if you’d like.” You said to him but he just nodded and got back in the car. “Ok then.”

You headed inside and found yourself greeted by the head of this set of offices. Tony insisted on an annual meeting with the staff, not just the heads of offices so that he could see in person any damaged copiers that needed changing, chairs that staff wanted. Little things that kept them happy. When he started buying up more and more buildings and offices. The job had been delegated to you and Happy.

“Welcome! Welcome. We’re so glad to have you here. Such an honour.” The office manager said. You looked to his assistant manager and decided that if the look on her face could speak it would say ‘I hate this kiss ass’. You happened to agree.

“Let’s get started with the reception and the staff. You said as you opened your file to the tick list that Pepper had made for each room. It went longer than you thought. Your list of things needed for staff grew so long you were going to run out of paper. You would have a tablet that immediately sent the list to Tony and Pepper but it had been stolen from your bag and the replacement wasn’t done yet. You didn’t ask what that meant when Tony had said it. As you went to move onto the next floor the building shook. The one opposite that you and Happy had assessed the day before shook, swayed and started to fall. Then you watched in horror as the building next to that, a cafe for the staff exploded, sending shrapnell everywhere. Some of it flew off the other building and knocked into the building you were in and shattered a window, the floor bowed and you turned around. The office manager had fled for the elevator while the assistant was shouting for people to take the stairwell and not run. You spotted someone near the broken window hanging onto a railing as the floor tipped. You tried to make it to them but lost your footing, your clipboard falling from your hands, bouncing across the uneven floor and plummeting several feet. Just as the woman you’d been trying to reach lost her grip and fell red surrounded her and she stopped screaming as she slowly floated to the ground. 

“(Y/N)?” You heard from Natasha. “Hanging on or do you need a hand?” 

“I’m good for a moment.” You called back.

“Good. Someone is trapped in the elevator. I’ll be with you once they’re out.” Natasha answered. You watched as Wanda moved debris and several trapped people from the building. She was a small red blur down below you. When the floor gave way and you started to fall several feet you couldn’t help but scream. Something grabbed at you and you found yourself hanging from a wire mid air maybe a hundred and fifty feet above the air. 

“Move towards me.” A voice said next to you. Looking to your left you saw Yelena She was hanging from a wire and pointed to the thing holding you in the air. It was some sort of auto harness that had attached to you then to the wire. You tried to move but everything dropped by a foot and you shook your head.

“I can’t.” you insisted.

“You trust me don’t you? I’m trying to help.” She insisted and swung on her wire. You looked at her like she’d gone mad.

“I do not do this kind of stuff. I can’t just move, I'll fall!” You yelped.

“You would not fall. If you did, I would catch you.” Yelena said as she swung harder on the wire.

“Yelena! You are loosening the rubble will you stop or if you must swing do it the other way.” Natasha yelled from up above as she attached several people to a harness and walked around looking for anyone else as if she’d walked through scenes like this every day of her life.

“Fine.” Yelena said like a child who’d been told not to spin on a swing. She swung the other way and with a click she attached herself to your harness. “You should let go.” She said when you grabbed the wire.

“No.” You insisted. Yelena shrugged and slapped your hand.

“What’re you doing? We could just wait for Wanda and we won't have to fall.” You insisted but she just smiled and slapped your hand again. This time you jumped and your hand let go. She pulled at the harness and you plummeted several feet, trying not to scream as you clutched onto Yelena. She was laughing when she reached the bottom.

“That was terrible form (Y/N).” Natasha said as you let go of Yelena, opened your eyes and found yourself a few inches off the ground. 

“I was falling hundreds of feet!” You complained. Natasha laughed as she reached over and detached you from Yelena’s harness.

“Still bad form. Yelena the bomber fled towards town. There’s three more Stark buildings there. You need to go with Sam and Bucky once we’re done here we’ll join you.” Natasha said as you started climbing down. Before you could appreciate being on the ground again, Pepper’s town car screeched the road and stopped suddenly, leaving tire marks on the road. Happy was out of the car and hugging you so tightly that your feet lifted off the floor.

“I’m ok Happy.” You said with a muffled voice and an affectionate pat on the arm.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have sent you. This is my fault.” Happy insisted as he set you down. Pepper was already wrangling the press and commanding their attention while the medics around the building worked to check people over.

“Unless you are the bomber this is not your fault.” Yelena said quietly. Natasha nudged her and patted Happy on the arm.

“You couldn’t have known. Besides (Y/N) is fine.” She said and headed off to help several people who were carrying someone with a broken arm and leg to an ambulance.

“Thank you.” You said to Yelena as she put her jacket on.

“No problem. I have to go and finish saving the day. Unless you need me to help you down these stairs to the road? They are very high. I’m sure they can manage without me for a moment longer.” She teased and pointed to the stairs that lead to the now ruined building.

“Very funny.” you said and rolled your eyes. She chuckled as she walked away and headed over to Sam and Bucky who were looking at a hologram of the city, tracking something further away from any of the people. They hurried off once Yelena pointed at something.

“Do you think I can ask for a raise now?” You asked Happy who laughed.

“As long as you get checked up first. I saw everything on the news.” He insisted.

“I wasn’t hurt. I should get checked by the doctor at the main office. These people need the medics here. I don’t want to take their time.” You insisted. Happy relented and took you back to the main office. You were in the middle of being checked over when Pepper and Tony came into their office, arguing over what happened.

“Why’re you being checked here and not back at the offices?” Tony asked, cutting Pepper off.

“Because I’m not hurt and I didn’t want to waste on sight assistance for people who needed it.” You answered.

“Hmm. Well. You have some training to do. Romanoff asked for it to be put in. We also need an account of what happened now they’ve got the attacker.” Tony said quickly and went to sit down. Pepper gave him a disapproving look then called for her assistant to get you a drink and a more comfortable seat.

“Why would I need training. I was doing fine at assessing the building on my own.” You said as you tried to walk over to Tony but found yourself fussed into a plush chair that you sank into.

“It’s technical training… for emergencies. With Yelena Belova. Nastasha insisted.” Tony muttered as he looked at a thin, clear screen in his hands and started taping at it.

“But I don’t need…” You looked at Happy for help but he was nodding in agreement.

“It’s for the best. Just in case.” Happy agreed. Tony smiled and looked at you.

“There. I’m sure you’ll have fun. Doc. How’s our youngest backup CEO?” Tony asked as he turned to the doctor.

“Clean bill of health.” They said and Tony dismissed them.

“Excellent. You can start training tomorrow. I’m putting a hold on the annual assessments. Oh and your new tablet is ready.” Tony said. He left and a tablet flew into the room and hovered in front of you.

“He made it fly. Why would I need it to fly?” You said to Happy and Pepper.

“Who knows. (Y/N) I’m giving you the day off. Vision and Steve said they’ll come by in the evening to take a statement of what happened. I think they’ll have a detective with them. If you need more time off…” Pepper explained as she sat at her desk.

“I don’t need time off.” You insisted.

“You should take some time off.” Happy said back quickly. Pepper sighed and looked at you.

“I can have your things delivered home and you can work from there.” Pepper compromised.

“Fine.” You said with a sigh. She smiled and nodded, then let Happy walk you down to a car. He insisted on driving you but when you reached the car you found Yelena leaning against it.

“You have your own car and driver. Ridiculous. But pretty cool.” She said with a grin.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked her as Happy insisted on taking your things and putting them in the boot for you.

“The bomber was the person who drove you this morning. Your usual driver is missing. You’re under protective surveillance.” She said quickly. You looked at Happy who shook his head.

“This wasn’t me… or Pepper.” He assured you. “No. Natasha said something about you being under the protection of the Hill? I do not know what that means.” Yelena admitted and opened the back door of the car for you.

“Must be Maria. Best to go and be safe.” Happy said quickly and gave you a reassuring look.

“Fine but I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll be back tomorrow.” You said back and he smiled doubtfully.

“You have four backup safe houses and two emergency evacuation plans to get you out of the country and then those countries if necessary. This is not nothing and you’re not going to be back soon. But I will keep you safe. I’m your assigned guard.” Yelena said. She sounded rather gleeful about being your guard.

“My tablet that went missing. Maybe they used that to get the schedule?” You said to Happy as you got in the car.

“I’ll have it looked into. You be careful.” He said as Yelena slammed the door and got into the front. You watched him as she pulled out of the building car park and turned down the road.

“We will need to swap cars on the way to the safehouse. You should give a list of things you need from your house to me and I’ll have whoever's doing the check in to bring them.” Yelena said as she looked at you in the rearview mirror.

“Vision and Steve are checking in.” You muttered and stared out of the tinted windows. “How many other buildings were attacked?” 

There was a long pause and Yelena tutted. She seemed to be thinking carefully before answering. “None. All of the bombs in the other Stark buildings have been decoys. There’s two more buildings to check but so far. It looks like they were after you.” She looked at you in the mirror again as she stopped at the lights. You looked back out of the window and let out a shaky sigh.

“Why?” You asked after a moment.

“That is what we are trying to find out.” She said back in the same flat tone.

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."