#i think i flew too close to the sun on some of them :P

[cobaltperun]

Masterlist

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💙 - fluff/happy ending ❤️‍🩹 - a bit of angst 💔 - angst ☠️ - main character death 🔞 - smut ⚡- fight scenes

Smut for long stories is separated from the main stories.

Stories

Eternal Flame (Jenna Ortega x female reader)

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you. (Reader takes on the roles of Lost and WOTS Reader character)

Scream

Lost (Tara Carpenter x female reader) 💙💔⚡🔞

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who��d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Request - To Never See You Again (Tara Carpenter x female Reader; She was unattainable, radiating with blinding beauty that went above and beyond her appearance. And though you knew you shouldn’t, you flew too close to the Sun, hoping one day she would look at you the way you looked at her. Set right before Scream 5) - 2.2k 💔☠️

Request - Pick Up (Tara Carpenter x Female Reader; You and Tara can't help but be silly) - 1.1k 💙

Request - Marry Me? (Tara Carpenter x female Reader; One day, while you play, you tell Tara that you want to marry her, she remembers it years later) - 1.3k 💙

Request - Jealous? Yes! (Tara Carpenter x female Reader; both you and Tara are oblivious, until Tara decides to tell you about her crush during one of your movie nights) - 1.3k A very tiny crack version 🤣 💙❤️‍🩹

Request - One Time Too Many (Tara Carpenter x female Reader; Tara keeps getting drunk, and you're the only one who can get her to stop, at least for the night.) - 2.3k 💔 Part 2 - One Last Time - 1.8k ❤️‍🩹💙

Request - Sweep 'er off Her Feet (Tara Carpenter x female Reader; Liking soccer brings Tara closer to Woodsboro high's two soccer players, the striker and the team's sweeper.) - 2.3k 💙

Request - Jerks With Hearts of Gold (Tara Carpenter x female Reader; You and Tara bicker, constantly, over the tiniest details, but little do her friends know, it isn't all as it seems.) - 4.8k 💙

Request - Heartbeak Girl (Tara Carpenter x gn!Reader; Tara had her heart broken and turned to you, not knowing how you felt about her. Perhaps a song could make her realize how you feel. (no Ghostface, band au) - 2.7k 💙❤️‍🩹

Request - Heart on Sleeve (Tara Carpenter x GN!Reader; Tara was never all that interested in tattoos, aside from thinking some of them were cool, until you came along. You were proud of your tattoo, but you didn't feel like showing it off to just anyone, and then Tara came along.) - 1.8k 💙

Request - Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts (Tara Carpenter x GN!Reader; Drunk Tara is a bit flirtier than she usually is when she gets drunk, and you, as her best friend, have to deal with it) - 1.1k 💙

Request - Miss Popular (Tara Carpenter x GN!Reader; Nerd and a popular girl? Sometimes it ends well.) - 1.5k ❤️‍🩹

Request - 5 Times You Made Coffee and 1 Time You Didn't (Tara Carpenter x GN! Reader; Tara has a crush on you, a barista at a local coffee shop) - 3.1k 💙

Request - Moonlight Dance ((Smut) Bottom Tara Carpenter x top G!P Female Reader; Prom night ends with you and Tara making love for the first time) - 3.1k 💙🔞

Request - She's my Girlfriend! ((Very small smut) Tara Carpenter x Female Reader; Sam walks in on you and Tara having sex.) - 1.3k 💙🔞

(Request) Rule Breakers ((Smut) Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top G!P Female Reader; Not even getting grounded can keep Tara away from you) - 4.9k 💙🔞

Wednesday

Woe out the Storm (Wednesday x female Reader) 💙💔⚡

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Request - Her Wrath (Wednesday Addams x Female Reader; a jealousy driven prank causes you to have an epileptic seizure, incurring Wednesday's wrath) - 0.8k 💙❤️‍🩹

Request - The Beat of Our Hearts ((Smut) bottom Wednesday Addams x top G!P female Reader; Wednesday needs it rough, she needs it fast, just so she doesn't have to accept she loves it soft and gentle as well. Aged-up characters) - 1.7k 🔞

Miller's Girl

Genius (Cairo Sweet x female (G!P) Reader) 💙💔🔞

Summary: It was such a cliché, a reunion she didn’t expect to ever happen, let alone six years after she last saw you. It was supposed to mean nothing, a bit of nostalgia, maybe a brief catching up while waiting for class, it was supposed to be a small wave of nostalgia, not a tsunami that disrupted her entire life. You were her opposite, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t resist your pull.

Request - (Don't) Let Go (Cairo Sweet x female Reader; Following Cairo breaking up with you you turn to drinks and sex until one night Cairo sees you with your latest distraction) - 1.8k 💔

Request - No Chance ((Smut) Bottom Cairo Sweet x top female (G!P) Reader; After years of being best friends and eventually developing feelings for one another, Cairo asks you to be her first) - 3.1k 💙🔞

Finestkind

Next Week (Mabel x female Reader; Mabel only has eyes for you) - 1.2k 💙

Request - Sunny Day (Mabel x GN! Reader; Mabel and you spend a fun day at the beach, and certain words finally get spoken) - 0.8k 💙

X

Request - Sunset (Lorraine Day x Female Reader; Reader makes sure Lorraine still knows she is beautiful, despite her scars) - 1.5k 💔💙

Request - Puppy Trouble (Lorraine Day x GN!Reader; Lorraine and you aren’t exactly sure how to handle a puppy, but at least you’re having fun and Mr. Raindrop is very cute.) - 0.5k 💙

Request - About Time ((Smut) Bottom Lorraine Day x Top G!P Female Reader; Lorraine stays by your side when you are sick instead of going to film another movie, old feelings both of you tried to ignore end up coming to the surface) - 2.6k 💙❤️‍🩹🔞

Request - 3AM Needs ((Smut) Lorraine Day x Male Reader; Lorraine gets horny in the middle of the night, that's it, that's the story) - 0.7k 🔞

The Fallout

Request - I Can't Lose You (Vada Cavell x female Reader; Following the incident you are struggling to move on, and Vada feels like she's losing you.) - 1.5k 💔💙

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Darkest Part (Astrid Deetz x Female Reader)

Summary: You will never, in life or afterlife, if such a thing exists, meet anyone as infuriating, rage inducing, entitled, or frankly awful, as Astrid fucking Deetz. There isn’t a single thing you’d like more than to never be around her, but as your luck would have it, you just can’t stay away from her.

One Piece

Straw Hats take care of Sick!Reader (platonic) (The title says it all, just the Straw Hats reaction to Reader getting sick) - 0.4k 💙

Incorrect quotes

MCU

At the Avengers party

Adopt, don't shop

Happy black widow

It's you

Pun

New leaf

Wednesday

Secret

Random things

Tara Carpenter issue alphabet

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, soft domestic sex, p in v, bottom dom!Remus, manhandling, hockey!Remus, fem!reader, whipped Remus...

Sun rays stream into the bedroom and wake up Remus. A heavy breath left him. He opens his eyes, admitting his defeat, not being able to get back to sleep, and there … there she was. Hugging his side, her head buried in her pillow and wrapped in the sheets. Content and happily sleeping, she let a few quiet snores from her barely open mouth. He had everything right here. Wishing to stay in bed with her forever, he drew her closer to his body, losing himself in his thoughts as he watched his darling being comfortable in his arms.

It could be mere minutes or whole hours when she finally scrunched her eyes open. Looking around then up to his face and then again burying her face in his chest and groaning. He left butterfly kisses on her face as he held her face in his hands. She escaped his grip on her and ran to the bathroom.

As her silhouette disappeared from his vision. He admired her long legs and how his shirt, the one with his last name and his number for the hockey matches, fit her. The shirt only just reached past her bum. She is taking way too long there.

"Everything alright, love?" He said quietly, his voice still coloured with the heaviness that sleeping left to it.

"Yeah" was the only response he got.

As she exited the bathroom, their bathroom, and re-entered their room. She smiled at him and crawled on top of him, sitting lightly on his abdomen and resting her weight on her knees, even though she knew that he would be more than happy to carry all of her. Emotional baggage and literal weight.

As she let her back fall back to rest on his raised knees, one thing became prominent. Not that she would not have noticed earlier, but now she deemed the time right to tease him about his "morning wood".

"Well, well what do we have here?" She asked him, faking innocence.

"I think you, especially, would be familiar with it, since you know, it has given you such memories?" he answered, arching a brow and smirking cheekily back at her.

"It… hmm is that how we refer to Little Remus Jr.? And to what memories are you referring to exactly? I might need some refreshing" she fired back, not missing a beat . Leaning down towards him and kissing him sweetly on the lips.

He let her dominate the kiss and soon she would whine and beg him to do whatever he wanted to her. Patience was a quality he had mastered over the years. After she was done he answered " I assure you there is nothing little with me, specifically where you are referring. And if you oh so desperately need a repeat of the memories you have so conveniently lost." Whispering such sarcastic comments, though removing his pants and being completely naked underneath her as he slightly moved her, letting his length brush her clothed core.

Looking at him slyly, she lifted her hips, removed her underwear and then guided herself tight above his cock letting only his tip enter her. Letting herself slowly fall, filling herself to the hilt and slightly moving to get more comfortable as groans and moans escaped her open mouth and grunts left the boy. His hands flew to her hips holding her steady as she started rolling them and grinding.

Her hands found homage on his pecs, pushing there just enough so her body would lift and then drop back in place. One of his hands moved under her his shirt and captured one of her breasts, massaging it and twisting, pinching and rubbing its nipple. Watching, as her hips stuttered and lost their force, her face scrunching in more and more pleasure, her eyes from half-lidded, closing shut and her hands started closing into fists scratching his pecs.

"Re- Remus, oh yes" her body was turning now into a puddle which meant only one thing to him. Time to take control back. Holding her hips once again, tighter now than before, he started moving them up and down, bouncing her on his cock. Noises that betrayed the ecstasy they felt could be heard through the thin bedroom walls.

They were close now, both their orgasms within reach. But he needed more, so he lifted her and having the strength to keep her there he started fucking up to her. Her back arched as he hit that familiar and mind-blinding spot inside of her. Her breasts moved so fast, hidden beneath that great hockey shirt that branded her as his and only his, as he set a rough pace that made them both see stars.

"I'm close." she said in a strangled voice.

"I know. Scream for me, dove." These were the words that triggered her to hit her high and her body lay on top of him as he continued his movements finding his own, holding her close and turning them around. Driving his hips again flashed to hers to stay deep inside her, keeping there the mess they made and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Foreheads glued to each other's and noses brushing as they calmed and breathed heavily from their open mouths.

"I love you" he said as his eyes opened and stared back at her.

"I love you more."

"Impossible" he said with a finality in his voice, trying to get the message across. He was hers, body, soul and mind completely infuriated, obsessed and addicted to her presence. And she was his. His to love, to spoil and to hold.

word count: 937

[incandescentlysomething]

Lady of the Ashes: Chapter 3

House of the Dragon Season 1

Aemond x TargaryenOC

Chapter Word Count: 3763

She was his everything… For her…he would do anything.

From the moment of her birth, Aemond Targaryen swore himself to the protection of his niece Aelinor Velaryon. As the two grew up inseparable, they find themselves entangled in the Dance of Dragons, battling to stay together even as their families try to pull them apart.

IMPORTANT: Instead of the six year time jump we saw in the show, we're doing a nine-year time jump. I was in no way comfortable building toward future events with Aelinor only fifteen years old. Here is a list of current ages. Aemond: 24 Aelinor: 18 Jacaerys: 19 Lucerys: 15

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist A03

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 P.1 P.2 Chapter 3

Nine Years Later

The citizens of Dragonstone felt the dragon before they saw it. The fishermen working at their boats, the merchants unloading their hauls from the ships, all felt the world swallowed by shadow as the sun above them was blocked out. The first time it happened, as the shadow of dragon wings passed overhead and the heat of the day was blocked, some of them had screamed that it was Balerion, returned from the dead. There had been chaos in the streets.

But now they knew better, and some of them even lifted their arms to wave at the young Princess as she flew by.

Aelinor Velaryon Targaryen laughed when she saw a few scattered expressions of fear below her, pulling hard on the handle to draw Darrax away from the shore. He’d been known to swoop down and steep the catches of unlucky fishermen, but now he was so large that he would destroy everything in his path if he tried.

“Come, Darrax,” she leaned forward to pat his neck. “Let us carry on.”

The girl was a sight to behold, and many people from the harbor and the castle both stopped their tasks to watch her and her mighty dragon turn toward the sea.

Darrax had not slown in his growing, now with a wingspan rivaled only by Vhagar and a body only slightly smaller than that of Vermithor. His obsidian scales sparkled a million shades of blue and green as the light of the sun reflected off of the waves. He was fast, carried by his large wings, and it was easy to see why the people of Dragonstone had shouted ‘monster’ the first time he flew above them.

But he was also gentle, for he had his rider to care for.

Aelinor had grown much since her childhood, though those that truly knew her would have said that she had not changed at all. She wore her hair in a long plait down her back, and it flapped behind her in the wind, a streak of brilliant silver against the sky. Her reins were modified with a single handle, so that she might be able to command Darrax with only one hand. She rarely needed to, however, as the bond between dragon and rider was so close that she could command him with just Valyrian.

“We aren’t fishing today, Darrax,” she called. “Just stretching our wings.”

The young woman had been stretching her wings more and more often as of late, as she found it suffocating to be in the presence of her parents. Her mother was pregnant with her fourth child by Prince Daemon, and while Aelinor wouldn’t mind supporting her mother in such a time, it was difficult to do so without encountering her father. He had been growing ever more persistent in his desire to train her and Darrax, and she was beginning to run out of excuses.

They swept around the west side of the island, keeping low so that they both might enjoy the spray of the sea. If anyone had asked, Aelinor would have said that she went this way so that Darrax might rest on the cliffside that faced toward the west. But Darrax did not need any such rest, and there was only one reason that she always flew west.

This day, like all the rest of them, she looked west and found the skies empty.

Aelinor sighed, too used to the disappointment for it to sting much. It had been a long nine years, with no word save what came through official messages to the Princess Rhaenyra. She knew that Aegon and Helaena had wed, and that they now had two children. She could not imagine that to be a good match, struggling to reconcile the odd and insect-obsessed Helaena with an image of motherhood. Nor was the Aegon that she remembered the type of boy who should have been a father. Aemond…there was little news of Aemond. She knew it was no fault of his own, but she still found herself hoping to hear from him, even after all these years.

Darrax let out a huff, sensing his rider’s emotions, and then he dove.

“No! NO, Darrax! No!” Aelinor’s shouts were silenced as Darrax plunged beneath the waves.

For a few moments she was weightless, and then he was splashing back to the surface, his wings causing great waves around them as he launched himself back into the sky.

Aelinor sputtered and spat out water. She was completely soaked, but she was laughing. “Darrax!” She scolded, though they both knew she didn’t mean it. “You silly creature. Let’s go home then, so I can dry off.”

Darrax pumped his wings, driving himself up and over the cliff, cutting across the island to carry them back to Dragonstone.

An hour later, Aelinor was walking through the halls of the castle. She was no longer wet, though her leathers had pasted themselves uncomfortably tight against her skin. She had undone her long braid, letting her hair fall past her hips. A bath. A bath was what she needed after that sojourn into the sea.

She reached up with her bad hand, grabbing her glove with her teeth and pulling it free. Then she carefully stretched out each of her fingers, looking forward to warm water and bath salts.

“Aelinor,” her father’s voice echoed from in front of her, the man himself stepping out from an adjoining hall.

She didn’t slow her pace. “Price Daemon.”

He didn’t protest her use of the title. He had never been one to argue trivial matters, and he couldn’t care less whether she called him Father or not. For nine years, his eldest daughter had held him at arm’s length, resentment simmering between them like oil in a pan.

He knew she didn’t like him, but he just didn’t care.

“I wish to take you flying,” he fell into step, watching as she carefully tended to her crippled hand. “So that you might learn to—”

“To what? To fly into battle? Against who, Prince Daemon?” She demanded. “My mother might feign ignorance, but anyone can see that you are preparing for something. I will not be brought into your schemes.”

“You are your mother’s daughter, and with that comes specific—”

“Correct. I am my mother’s daughter. And the daughter of the man who raised me,” she didn’t say whom you murdered, though she had been tempted more than once over the years to confront him about the murder of Ser Laenor. “My loyalty is to them, and not to you.”

Daemon let out a scoff, but fell away, and Aelinor did not look back. 

She stepped into the warmth of her bedchamber, finding the bath already full and steaming.

“What did—” A girl stepped out from behind the dressing screen. “Rhaena!”

The two girls had grown closer in the years they had lived together on Dragonstone. Though not as close as sisters, they were dear friends. Aelinor decided not to wrap her in a hug, given that she still reeked of seawater, but she beamed at her cousin.

“I thought you might need it,” Rhaena laughed. “Darrax take you for a swim again?”

Aelinor was already stripping out of her leathers. “Of course he did. He’s positively impish.”

“I wonder where he gets that from,” Rhaena rolled her eyes, watching as Aelinor practically dived into the bathtub.

“It’s so warm. Thank you, Cousin.” They had never stopped calling each other that, all too aware of the boundaries that would be ripped down if they had to acknowledge what they were — sisters. But still, since the marriage of their parents a few years ago, they had been sisters in all but name, and Aelinor was eternally grateful for the female companionship.

“Your mother said that she wished to speak to you,” Rhaena said. “It sounded important.”

Aelinor gave a slight nod, dread already pooling in her gut. She knew what this was about, as did Rhaena. It was the same topic that had been haunting the halls of Dragonstone for months, casting a pall over everything Aelinor did.

“She knows my feelings on the subject,” she finally said. “But she is my mother, and the Princess of Dragonstone besides. My feelings have little relevance.”

Rhaena passed her a cloth, and Aelinor started to scrub some of the salt from her skin. “But shouldn’t your feelings matter? After all, it’s Jace, of all people.”

Rhaena’s expression was genuine, but Aelinor could hear the question she did not ask. Rhaena was, if not in love with, certainly interested in Jace. But it had never been a secret that, to secure Jace’s own place on the throne, he would marry Aelinor. With her pure Targaryen looks, they would be able to secure the claim of any of their future children. In recent months, Rhaenyra had begun making plans in earnest. After all, both Aelinor and Jace were older than Rhaenyra had been when she first wed Ser Laenor.

Aelinor sunk lower into the bathtub, letting the water lap over her mouth and nearly to her nose. She did not want to think about these things. She did not want to imagine having children with Jace, and certainly did not want to imagine what that would mean. Her brother was nice enough, having grown out of the worst of his childhood impulses, but he was still Jace. Luc would have been more agreeable, if he weren’t still a babe in her eyes.

At least she knew Jace felt the same way. They were not suited to each other.

But they would do whatever was required to win their mother the throne.

“It could be worse,” Aelinor sighed, trying to force some levity into the situation. “I could be marrying a Lannister.”

“At least they have gold,” Rhaena smiled. “What if it were Aegon, or worse, that rogue Aemond? When traders come from King’s Landing, they say that his face is—”

“I know what the traders say,” Aelinor snapped, biting her cheek to keep from cursing aloud. “I would like to bathe alone now, Rhaena. If you please.”

It was a dismissal as plain as any, but Rhaena did not fight it. She just said her farewell, stood, and walked to the door.

She should not have let it bother her so. It had been nine long years, and the rift between their families seemed more insurmountable than ever. But there was still that tiny part of her that sprang to attention whenever she heard even a whisper of Aemond. And too often, it was cruel, malicious whispers that her family seemed to take at face value.

The door creaked open, and Aelinor groaned. Gods be damned. Couldn’t she just have one bath in peace?

“Aelinor? May I come in?”

“Of course, Mother,” Feeling no shame at her own nakedness, Aelinor did not open her eyes as she heard her mother glide into the room and take a seat at her dressing table.

“Did you have a nice flight?” Rhaenyra asked, with almost forced politeness.

Aelinor shrugged. “As good as any. But I can confirm that the sea is quite frigid this morning.”

“Then perhaps you should not be swimming in it.” Her mother laughed.

Aelinor sighed, opening her eyes and moving to rest her chin on the side of the bath tub. “Out with it, Mother. I can see that it’s bothering you.”

Say it. Say that it is finally time for me to do my duty and wed Jacaerys. 

But that was not what Rhaenyra said. “Ser Vaemond moves to challenge Lucerys’ succession to the Driftwood Throne.”

“What?” Aelinor sat back. “But it’s settled. Why is Lord Corlys allowing it?”

“He isn’t. He’s been gravely injured in the Stepstones,” Rhaenyra gave her a sad look, appearing genuinely bereaved by the injury to a man they all admired. “Baela wrote. We must make for King’s Landing to defend Lucerys’ claim before the Iron Throne.”

Aelinor’s mouth dropped open. “When?”

“We will leave tomorrow,” her mother stood. “And Aelinor?”

“Yes?” Already her mind was awhirl with everything that this might mean.

“This is…” She watched as her mother searched for the words. “We need to present a united front. We’ll be bringing our dragons, and I…I ask you to remember who your true family is.”

It was both a warning and a scolding, all wrapped up in one. 

Aelinor nodded, and stared after her mother as she left the room.

She sat there for a long time, stewing in the bathwater. There was so much to think about. On one hand, she was more than a little relieved that she was not yet formally betrothed to her brother. But on the other, there was a genuine twinge of fear. She did not want the legitimacy of her brothers challenged, and she did not want their futures left uncertain. It was a settled succession, and Ser Vaemond was risking everything by drawing it into the open.

Her mother’s ascension to the throne would be questioned if her children were declared illegitimate, and Aelinor knew she would not be immune to that. She might look more Targaryen than Jace and Luc, but it was plain to see that she was not the daughter of Ser Laenor. Gods, this could ruin everything.

But, there was one thing that stood out above all else. 

She was going back to King’s Landing.

She was going back to Aemond.

King’s Landing

“Get up!” Aemond snarled at the squire in front of him. “I thought you were here to train, not lie on your back like a whore!”

The boy scrambled to his feet, wiping mud off of his cheek. “Yes, my Prince.”

Aemond sighed. There were many young lords looking to squire for him, and so far none of them had impressed him at all. Most weren’t even worth using as training fodder. He had to give the Blackwood lad some credit — at least he hadn’t started crying yet.

“Keep your sword up,” Aemond rolled his eyes. “And maybe you’ll be able to stay upright.” It was as close as he would get to offering advice.

“Prince Aemond!” A voice called.

Aemond looked toward the walkway, seeing Ser Criston hurrying down the steps. “What is it, Cole?” He did not have much patience for his mother’s lackey, having always found Ser Criston to be a bit…well, if loyalty could be a fault, then it certainly was in Ser Criston.

Cole stopped, offering a curt nod that could perhaps pass as a bow. “Your mother The Queen bids you attend her. She is in her chambers.”

“Wonderful,” Aemond couldn’t imagine what his mother could have to say. He loved her well enough, and she him, but they never had much use for each other. She often scolded him, calling him too wild, too unruly, and yet he knew he did not get half the scoldings that his brother did. “Take care of this one.”

Ser Criston stared at the Blackwood boy in disdain, but nodded, shedding his white cloak and setting it away from the mud. 

Aemond sheathed his sword, removing his gloves and hurrying toward the stairs. His boots splashed through the dir, and he saw many curious eyes turn his way.

Only once he was inside the castle did he slow to a walk, making his way toward his mother’s chambers. He passed many groups of lords and ladies, all of whom bowed in greeting, but he did not acknowledge them. They weren’t with his time.

A group of ladies-in-waiting gathered by the stairs, meaning he would have to walk straight past them. He recognized one of them by her red hair: the Tully girl. He thought her name might have been Myria or Myra or something like that. She had been presented at court a few months prior, with it plain as day that her family was angling to make a match between the two of them.

Now, as she had when she had first seen him in the receiving hall, she did not meet his gaze, bobbing a curtsy without ever looking him in the eye. He hurried past, hearing them erupt into giggles when they thought he was out of earshot. 

It was always like that. Why shouldn’t they laugh at the maimed prince? He was practically a circus attraction. All he had to look forward to was a future married to some random lady who couldn’t look him in the eye, let alone work up the courage to speak to him. He tried not to let it bother him, after all, they weren’t worth his time.

His chambers were in the same tower as his mother’s, and he passed the closed door of his room as he knocked on her door. “Mother? You sent for me?” A maid swung open the door.

“Yes, Aemond,” his mother was seated on the sofa, his niece and nephew playing with a maid on the floor in front of her. “You can all leave us.”

Aemond stood with his hands behind his back, quirking a smile at his young niece as she was carried from the room.

“Sit, Aemond,” Alicent sighed. “We need to talk.”

“You make it sound very serious,” he dropped into the chair across from her. “How may I help.”

He swallowed nervously. Was this to be it then? Was today the day that he would be officially tied to one of the sycophants roaming around the castle? Gods, don’t let it be the Tully girl. Someone with some backbone, at least.

“I called for you because I think this is something that should be entrusted to your skills. You  know the dragon keepers better than anyone.”

That did catch his attention. “The dragon keepers? Is something wrong with the dragons?”

Alicent sighed again, and he realized suddenly that his mother looked worried. More worried than he could ever recall seeing her, except that day when he had lost his eye. Even his father’s declining health had never caused the dark circles that now surrounded her eyes, and he could see that the skin of her nails had been picked until it bled.

“The Princess Rhaenyra is coming to make a petition,” she said finally. “She brings with her all of her children, and all of their dragons. The Dragon Put must be made ready for her and her hoard, and I must prepare a feast and a ball and all the like.”

Aemond felt his mouth go dry. “Her children? All of them? It couldn’t be. It seemed almost impossible. Nine long years had passed since…since…

“All of them,” his mother confirmed. “Which is the other reason I needed to speak with you.”

More likely, it was the only reason she had asked to speak with him. Subtlety was not his mother’s strong suit, and there was no reason the dragon keepers could not be briefed through a simple message. She had wanted to speak to him about his half-sister’s family, in person, for a reason.

Alicent leaned forward. “Aelinor will be with them, Aemond. But she is not the girl you remember. It has been nearly ten years, and you must remember who she is, and who you are.”

“And who is that, mother?”

“You are the legitimate second son of the King,” Alicent said. “And she is the bastard daughter of a false heir, who has spent nine years being fed their lies and derision, far from any realm of reason. The Aelinor you knew is gone.”

Aemond tensed. “That seems….Father has settled his succession, and we should not—”

“I am not here to argue succession with you, Aemond!” His mother snapped. “I want to be sure that you understand. When they enter this hall, it must be us, and it must be them. The fate of our family may very well depend on it.”

He knew that the succession crisis was constant fodder for the King’s critics, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Blast the Seven Kingdoms, and damn the succession. He didn’t care if his half-sister or her bastards, or his own damn brother ascended the throne. He disliked them all equally. All he cared for was Aelinor.

“Besides,” his mother sat back, fanning herself weakly with her hand. “She is betrothed to Jacaerys.”

“What? Jace?” Aemond spat, unable to contain himself. “Why have I not heard of this?”

“They haven’t been to court to announce it.” Aliecent sighed. “Knowing Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, Jacaerys has almost certainly bedded her already. What better way to secure their line?”

“That Strong boy will never—”

“Watch yourself, Aemond. Please.” His mother waved him away.

He didn’t want to draw out the conversation longer than necessary, and quickly stormed from the room. His mother had certainly achieved her objective, which was reminding him why he hated Jacaerys Velaryon so deeply. His own chambers were only a few doors away, and once he was there, he flung open the window and screamed into the open air. He didn’t give a damn if everyone in the courtyard could hear him.

For nine long years, he had stared across the sea toward Dragonstone. He had requested this chamber specifically because it faced south. And for the first few years, with decreasing frequency, he had begged his mother to grant him permission to fly that way. To where Aelinor was. To…he wasn’t quite sure what he had wanted to do. But he hadn’t wanted to leave her alone.

And now they had given her to Jace. Jace did not deserve her. That Strong boy did not deserve to breathe the same air as her.

Or, did he?

It had been many years since he had seen Aelinor, and she could have changed. She could be different to how he remembered her.

And she might not…

No, he wouldn’t let himself think about that. The truth was staring him in the face, the rage settling into his bones with every seething breath he took. Jace did not deserve Aelinor, but then, neither did he. He was just the scarred second son, after all, and she should be the lady of some great house. He wasn’t jealous, he was concerned for his childhood friend, who had been treated so carelessly by her family.

Given to Jace. He cursed aloud.

Still, his gaze drifted to his writing desk, and to the small box that sat in the top drawer. It had sat there for almost eight years, waiting.

And it had all been for nothing.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Some Fun in the Sun

𖤐Pairing: Alejandro x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, sexual theme, semipublic, P in V, fingering, harassment, language, jealousy, slight breeding kink, caught

Going to the beach for a relaxing vacation with your husband Alejandro is all you could really ask for

There’s just something about watching your husband have a good time while you tan and enjoy the sun and water

Nothing like watching your hot husband enjoy the salty water, rough sand, sound of the ocean and sound of your moans calling his name

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"ALEJANDRO, COME ON ALL THE SPOTS ON THE BEACH WILL BE FILLED AND WE WON'T GET A GOOD SPOT!!" Y/n yelled, she was packing a bag full of snacks, drinks and beach stuff.

She grabbed two towels for her and Alejandro and placed them in the bag.

"Alejandro, come on!"

"I'm right here, don't shout," he said as he was behind Y/n, he had on black swim trucks and a white sleeveless shirt.

"Oh, well come on," she grabbed the bag, but Alejandro took it off her shoulders.

Y/n smiled at her husband and grabbed the keys to their Beach House and walked on the hot sand to find a good spot. She looked at him as if it was a good spot for them.

"Is this good?"

"Yep," he placed the bag on the sand and started to put the umbrella up and Y/n placed her towel on the sand and started to rub in the sunscreen, but couldn't reach her back, she took the sunscreen and gave it to Alejandro to let him help her.

He rubbed it in her back and then down to her lower back.

"Should I get here?" He asked, touching her sides that were exposed due to her bikini bottoms.

"Yes, please," she said as Alejandro started to squeeze the sunscreen in his hands and rubbed it in. He brought his hands into her bottoms and started to rub them on her sides.

She got chills down her spine as his hands were on her sides.

"Alejandro-"

"You have some soft sides, mi amor," he coos in her ear.

"I-I think that's enough," she grabs his wrist, and he just whines about his hands being moved from his wife's body. "You'll get to touch me later," she says.

"Fine," he groans as he rubbed the sunscreen into his body, and she helped him with rubbing it in his back as well.

Alejandro darted to the water and jumped in. Y/n smiled and joined him in the water. Alejandro smiled and splashed the water on Y/n, she giggled as she splashed the water on him too.

Alejandro dove and picked up Y/n, she giggled and smiled down at him.

"Alejandro." She giggles.

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Y/n was back on shore and was trying to tan. She grabbed her book that she has been reading for some time now. She was on her stomach and turned the pages once done with that page, she hummed a soft tune as she looked over her shoulder every now and then to see if Alejandro is okay.

He sat on the sand with a beer in his hands. He watched the waves crash again the sand, people having fun and enjoying the sun and water.

"WATCH OUT!!" Y/n sat up quickly, grabbing her book and a volleyball landed in front of her.

Alejandro looked over his shoulder seeing Y/n hold her book and looked at the guy who threw the ball. He kept a close eye on the guy and his wife.

"Can...I have that back?" The guy asked Y/n with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah," she put her bookmark in between the pages and gave him the ball back.

Alejandro felt fire rush through him when he saw the guy barely touch his wife's fingers. He ran off back to the game with a bunch of that guy's friends, Y/n grabbed her book and continued to read it.

Alejandro got up off the sand and walked to his wife and bend down next to her, she looked up when she saw him.

"Hi," she smiled.

He just ignored her but...he grabbed a water bottle out of the cooler, he also grabbed an ice cube, and he placed it between Y/n's shoulders blades.

She shot up and the ice cube flew off her back and she looked at him.

"What was that!?"

"An ice cube...I saw how that guy looked at you...he looked down at your chest and he touched your fingers."

"But I was giving him his ball back...it wasn't like I was flirting with him," she said, looking up in his eyes. "I'm not looking for another guy...I have you...and only you," she wraps her arms around his neck and sat on his lap, his hands landed on her ass, they were cold, and she got shivers down her spines.

"H-Hey your h-hands are c-cold," her teeth chatters.

"Yeah, I know," he teased.

Alejandro then kissed her collarbone and his hands roamed all around her body.

His hand swiftly went down in her bikini bottoms, his fingers started to insert into her clit, moving them in and out her slowly. He then kissed her lips, he opened his eyes and looked passed Y/n.

Two old ladies kept giving them the stank eye and he just rolled his eyes and pulled away.

He pulled his fingers out of her. "We should go somewhere else," he said getting up and helping her up as well.

"Why? We can't leave our stuff..."

"Sure, we can, there's people around," he said, kissing her cheek.

He opened a changing room, and he pushed her inside the room and closed the curtain behind them, he pushed her against the wall and picked her up, he kissed her neck, collarbone and lips.

"A-Alejandro-"

"Shhhhh amor, we don't want people hearing us," he said as he now flipped her around and pushed himself against her. She could feel his hardened dick against her lower back.

"...Ale...just...put it in, now," she begged.

"Naturally," he smirked, he fished his cock out and she pulled her bottoms down. He pushed himself inside of her and started to thrust inside of her.

"Ahhh!!" She quickly covered her mouth. He squeezed her hips; he chuckled and went a little faster.

"Go on amor...scream...scream my name," he whispered in her ear.

"B-But w-what if p-people hear u-us? L-Like you s-said-AAHHH!" She covers her mouth.

"Scream it...now!" He said, slamming her from the back. She slowly moved her hand off her mouth and rested her hands against the wall of the changing room.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She gripped the other curtains in front of her. "Ahhhlejandro!" She moans.

"Too long...call me Papi," he smirks.

"MmmAHHHh~! P-Papi~!" She moans.

"That's better," he smirks against her skin before laying a small kiss on her neck. Alejandro then swatted at her butt earning another moan from her.

He lifted her leg up getting inside of her, she moaned and gripped the curtains. "God, you are so fucking s-sexy, amor...just the thought of you c-carrying my k-kids in your stomach makes me weak. I-I want to be there when you n-need me. When y-you need me to take care of the babies...I...I was thinking...four maybe...five? Six?"

"I-I think j-just two fits u-us, papi..." She is able to moan out. "Ahhh!"

"Let m-me cum i-inside of you," he moans.

"Do it...d-do it, now," she moans.

Alejandro felt himself and you about to cum. He was so close to coming inside of her.

"HEY, GET OUT, THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE WHO NEED TO CHANGE! YOU CAN'T BE HOGGING THE CHANGING ROOM!!" Someone yelled from behind the curtain.

"GIVE US A MINUTE!!" Alejandro yelled back.

"I'M CALLING THE COPS IF YOU DON'T LEAVE!!"

"CALL'EM!!"

"ALEJANDRO!!" Y/n yells slightly hitting him in the arm. "Don't...DON'T DO THAT, WE'LL GET OUT!!" Y/n yells.

"I'm not done," Alejandro groans.

"I'm not either but we can do it at home...not here..." He pulls out and grabs his trunks and helped Y/n.

"Sorry," Alejandro said as he grabbed Y/n's hand and they went back to their stuff where everything was still there, nothing looking missing.

"See...everything is still here," Alejandro said. He was being grumpy all because he didn't finish inside of her. She could just tell he was grumpy and pouty.

"Come on, Ale...let's go home," she said as they packed up everything and headed home together.

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Alejandro was hitting her from behind and enjoying her moaning and screaming his name and even creaming on his cock.

"F-Fuck me," Y/n moans as Alejandro finished inside of her again.

He pulls out and lays on their bed together. She cuddled up to Alejandro and kissed his lips.

"So...should we take a shower?" She asked touching the cum leaking from her lower half.

"Of course," he smirks.

[confessbeatles]

Oooff, just adding my own feelings to the anon who said that the Wilburys could've possibly been the Beatles if they had work stuff out and if it was another universe, it's sort of why I have a hard time watching/reading/seeing/listening to content about them. I've tried in the past but literally all I can think is "I wish george had this with the Beatles :(" and I mean, he sort of did, at the very beginning at least where they still weren't that famous yet/sick of being famous. I'm also glad that George and Paul managed to become at some sort of level friends again, and honestly I personally believe that if George was still alive, they could've become close again, but like that anon said I don't think they had the kind of level of friendship that George had with Jeff (yet?). And that hurts me a lot because George and Paul knew each other the longest but had the most tension out of all the post-Beatles relationships, and they also took the longest to become friends again. (Yes, imo, they had even more tension than John and Paul, and maybe even John and George).

It’s all just such bullshit with what happened between them. All respect to the wilburys and Jeff, but George being ultimately closer (and happier?) with Jeff/wilburys feels unnatural and not what was supposed to happen in the end. But I could list so many reasons why George was ultimately closer in a way with the wilburys. He got the freedom to write songs without j&p dictating who got to put what and how many songs on the albums, basically drama free, good vibes all around, no favoritism between members like j&p were with each other, ect.

It’s almost as if the Beatles flew too fast and too close to the sun, burning and ruining what was to the ground.

[reptisoil]

Romance is Science. || RTTE!Heather x GN! reader ||

Summary: On her travels, Heather encounters someone who wishes to study dragons from a scientific perspective and she decides they're worth her time. After a while, things change between the two for the better.

Warnings: Happy ending?

Notes: D/n = dragon's name, D/s = dragon's spieces, D/P/c = dragon's primary color, and

Y/n would admit, they'd been really happy to study with Heather. She was really nice to them and her razorwhip, Windshear, had been more than happy to work with them, even let them study her!

After the whole thing about working with the Hunters and joining the Dragon Riders, Y/n had so many more dragons to study! They even got their own dragon, named D/n, the two built a bond very quickly, and having their own dragon made them that much more interested in studying every other kind of dragon they would come across in their time with the other riders.

After a month on the Edge, Y/n decided it would be best to explore the Archepelligo on their own with D/n. Heather was hit the hardest with something akin to grief. She and Y/n were really close and Heather realized she even had some feelings for the scientist...

As the sun was rising, the D/P/c and D/A/c colored D/s and Y/n said their goodbyes. Flishlegs was getting emotional and had to leave before Y/n did and the others soon followed after, leaving Y/n and D/n with Heather and Windshear. Heather looked at them, arms crossed as they were packing their last saddlebag.

"Do you really have to leave, Y/n? We're going to see and find so many dragons you can study, Windshear and I can even camp out with you whenever you need or want!" Heather begged, not ready to say goodbye to them. Y/n sighed and looked at Heather, petting D/n absentmindedly. "I think I have to, Heather, it's just... I don't know, Im not really helpful to the team, I can't really fight. Im just a scientist, Heather, not a warrior. My place is behind a desk or in a camp hidden from everything around me to study what's there. Not a battlefield or war."

"I can help you, train you even! Just, please... Don't go, I need you. I love you." Heather's hand flew to her mouth when she realized what she just said but she couldn't take it back so why not just roll with it. Y/n had a surprised look on their face that turned to one of relief.

"I love you too, Heather... Are you sure you can train me?" She nodded. "Alright... Maybe just for a little longer, I can stay."

[chenyann]

Rating my cutie mooties♡

Mainly bc I didn't have the best day and yall were here and making me giggle/feel better🤭

kinda like mutual appreciation week(?) Also be aware I'm not the best at expressing things so if it comes off as rude/uncaring or bland I'm so sorry!! (this isn't in any order so don't think if someone is on top that means I like them better also if you were not added that is because we don't really interact with each other much and I'm too shy to start doing it now-)

@pandoa 1 or 100/10

You make weord edits of me, also that butter chicken photo you sent me won't be forgotten but, you are one of my first and beloved mutuals. I giggle, smile, twirl my hair or preparing for seeing what you've said or liked whenever you interact with me. Seeing you so randomly or you saying the most strange things brings me so much joy. You've created an icon (yakonigiri) who I'm actually preparing to bring back soon, the days yakonigiri roamed around were some of the best days (imo) and the days that we would have chats are also held close to my heart. I will love to make some more amazing memories with you as my mutual.

@puminari 8/10

It was originally 10/10 until I remembered these:

but other than that you are an amazing person, you're more on the newer side of mutuals but that doesn't matter. Seeing you in my notifications is always such a treat and I get happy knowing that you posted something. You're very funny and interacting with you is always a fun thing!(i also hope school is going good for you)

@cherrys-sweetness 15/10

I was too shy to really interact with you at first but then I got comfortable, tbh you were kinda intimidating to me when we first became moots💀 but I've came to find that it was all in my head– you're literally so sweet and funny, you also have a heart filled with gold I'm my eyes.As sweet as a cherry, as bright as the sun and as beautiful as the moon. You're a wonderful person cherry :)

@trplas 100/10

I just love you/p, you're a very sweet person and I love talking to you. When we first became moots I didn't expect us to bond this much ngl💀 but with that I feel like I grow grey hairs everytime you tell me you're injured or ill. (I won't say much bc I'll end up writing essays)

@merotwst 9/10

I'm not gonna lie, you're kinda scary. But I know you're harmless (kinda) your love for Jamil is so inspiring 💖💖 also your art is very yumyum, seeing that you posted I get excited bc of your delectable writing skills too. I enjoy talking to you (and how ur on Jamil crack but that's not the point) I was kinda panicking when you followed me but I'm glad that i was scared for nothing!

@a-hollow-angel 9/10

why won't you let me eat ur things??? Your art is yum, ur photos are yum, your theme is yum. Everything about your blog is yum and I don't find it fair that I can't eat it. You're the most sweetest person on tumblr and I will stand by this statement til I quit tumblr. -1 bc you won't let me eat ur stuff :(

@kalims 10/10

Bro we don't talk as much, but ur so amazing. Like hello ur so sweet?????? Also all ur themes are so cute 🤩 (the Luke one was the cutest imo) not gonna lie you were also very intimidating to me but that okay💀 again you're very sweet and another one with a heart of gold♡

@achy-boo 7/10

Please sleep at appropriate times😭😭😭😭 you're one of the few mutuals who I think would beat me in a fist fight. Again you're more on the intimidating side of my mutuals, but other than that you're very cool! -3 bc of the horrible sleep schedule and the fact you grinkled me.

@italoniponic 10/10

You're very sweet, you're funny, you're themes are always cute and you are over-all an amazin person to talk to! Personally you are one of the most big brained mutuals I got, all your ideas just... there are not words to explain them, the way you think is just beautiful no words can begin to describe it. That's how amazing you and your ideas are.

@moxxbox 10/10

Moxxie 😗😗😗😝😝😝😝 can we talk about ur headers, THEY ARE SO SO CUTE!!!! I fr flew to the sky when I saw them😼 but that's not what I'm here to talk about, you are really nice and very cool. I dont remember when we became moots but I'm glad we did :) chatting with you is always something i enjoy [ Also I haven't spoken to you in awhile bc i keep forgetting 😭]

@arent-i-the-fairest 10/10

I also think you can beat me in a fist fight lu, ur writing is so yum, ur theme is also yum. I hope you're doing okay and that you've been taking care of yourself. I'm glad we are moots bc I know later gonna lurk in ur inbox- you are very very nice and very fun to be around 😗✌

@rggie 15/10

Mal I hope you're doing okay😭😭 bc past time we spoke you were a little sick, but i hope that whatever you're doing you're having fun and being you. When I first interacted with ur account you were so sweet and fun to be around. Yoire themes were so beautiful and your writing was even better, I hope you're doing well.

(That's all💀 I have more mutuals but I feel like I'd be bothering them or I'm just scared to talk to them.)

If you haven't already followed some of these amazing accounts I'd recommend them ♡

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Chan X Felix- Tiny Surprise

Tw: size kink, degrading, masturbation, fairies, piss.

Felix flew through the forest, his glass like wings fluttering through the soft summer breeze and his silver blonde hair shimmering as the sun bounced off it. A soft giggle like wind chimes left his lips as he raced the butterfly back to his home. Felix’s place in this world was to heal and protect, from animals to plants a single sprinkle of his magical dust could repair any damage done to them.

He was well known amongst the butterflies and other various species in the forest. His bubbly fun personality made them all feel at peace so it wasn’t unusual for him to play with them and race home.

The two glided through the air before coming to a stop with a sudden ‘thud’.

That’s strange… I never remember there being a tree here. Felix thought to himself before looking up and being greeted by a man.

The small fairy felt panic rise in his chest. He saw his butterfly friend stuck in the material of the mans bag, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t risk being seen by the human.

He rushed to hide amongst the petals of a red rose, peeking out ever so slightly to watch the situation unfold as he hoped for the best.

“Aw hello there. Poor little thing.”

The human spoke, gently helping the butterfly free.

A small smile appeared on his lips as the bug fluttered away.

Felix let out a breath that he didn’t know he was even holding. He knew how relentless humans could be when it came to species smaller than them and he was just glad that this human didn’t hurt his friend.

Felix scanned the tall man with his eyes. He had soft orange hair and a handsome kind looking face. He wore a simple black tank top showing off the muscles in his arms and a pair of skinny jeans.

The fairy had to admit that this human was rather beautiful. It had been years since he last saw a human in this part of the forest. His head began to wonder.

What is he doing here? Will he be a threat to my home? What if he sees a fairy? I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through his pretty hair.

He shook his head trying to forget the thought.

He knew he could never mingle with a human. It was deadly right?

Before he got himself into any more trouble he flew the short distance to his mushroom home before plopping down onto his buttercup sofa and sighing.

He couldn’t get the image of the human out of his head. He seemed different from others he had crossed paths with. Most would have just swatted the butterfly away but this man helped the creature. He closed his eyes letting his head paint an image of how the man looked again. Beautiful. His defined arm muscles. Veins bulging out. He had to be strong Felix thought to himself. If his arms are so pretty and veiny I wonder what his cock looks like? It’s got to be huge. Felix was probably no bigger than his hand but he wondered what it would feel like to be filled up with his big cock.

He had never felt this horny before and it was over a human that he barely even saw for five minutes. He let out a soft whimper as he began to palm at his hard cock with a tiny hand. He tugged at the material of his trousers pulling them down along with his red lace panties letting his cock spring free. He didn’t have the patience to tease himself today. He just needed to cum. He grabbed his length and began to fuck into his hand, his hips rolling back and fourth at just the right pace. Soft moans left his parted lips as he felt his high approach. Images of the human doing the same flashed through his head as he felt his entire body shake with orgasm and ribbons of white release from his cock. He panted , catching his breath feeling tired from his orgasm. He felt his eyes get heavy as he drifted into a sleep wondering what the fuck he had just done.

-The Next Day-

Like every other morning the fairy boy was awoken by the soft sunrise spilling through his windows. He tiredly fluttered over to his mirror to fix his appearance. Stepping out of his stained panties from the previous night and replacing them with a new pair. He wore blue skinny jeans and a black slightly cropped top that showed off his toned abdomen. Looking in the mirror he inspected his face, smiling cutely at his freckles and quickly applying some lipgloss before fixing his hair and heading out the door. Every morning he looked in the close by bushes for berries to make his breakfast. He’s surprised when he sees the handsome man again. He was stood by the bush that Felix goes to, carefully picking the sweet fruits and placing them in a bowl.

‘Wow this human really is weird.’ Felix thought to himself . He has never heard of humans picking berries this early in the morning especially not this deep in the forest. He wanted desperately to know more. It wouldn’t hurt him to follow him right? He wouldn’t go too far. He would just follow him to the entrance of the forest.

He continued to watch the orange haired man from a shorter distance this time. He made sure he was still hidden but this time he could see his features better. On his face there were little freckles scattered around. No where near as many as Felix had but still equally charming.

When the human had finished collecting berries he began to walk along the path home. Not knowing of the little fairy that was following.

A small gasp left Felix’s lips when they arrived at a cottage not far from his own home.

Wow the human lives in the forest?

Maybe…. Maybe it couldn’t hurt to go inside. He wouldn’t stay long he would just study the man a little more.

He followed him through the door taking in the room around him.

It was decorated beautifully. Shades of cream and wood brown made the house feel warm.

He fluttered over to the open kitchen landing on a countertop filled with fresh fruits and he hid behind an apple, peaking out at the man who was looking around his kitchen.

Without any warning the man brought a large hand to grab the apple making the little fairy freeze in terror.

“Oh…um hello.”

The man seemed confused seeing the tiny figure on his counter but he spoke softly.

Felix opened his mouth but he couldn’t reply. Was he going to hurt him?

“Hey hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. It’s okay I won’t hurt you. What’s your name?”

“I’m Felix.” He spoke timidly.

The large man flashed a bright smile at the fairy, offering a finger for him to shake with his tiny hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Felix, I’m Chan. How did you get in my house tho?”

Felix blushed red at the question. How was he going to explain that he had been following him ever since he saw him yesterday? He hung his head in shame.

“I- I followed you home. I didn’t mean to! I just haven’t seen a human around here so I was curious- I promise I’m not weird or anything.”

He rushed to justify his actions making Chan chuckle.

“It’s okay it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Wow, I never expected to see a pretty fairy in my house today.”

Felix’s heart skipped… ‘pretty’? He thought he was pretty.

“Well I never expected to see a handsome human picking berries from MY bush this morning.”

He playfully teased the man, flying up so that they were face to face.

“So that was your bush huh? No wonder the berries taste so sweet.”

He smirked shooting the freckled fairy a wink making his heart swoon.

Felix stuttered trying to think of a witty response but his brain had shut off completely.

“Anyway Felix. I have to head out again but I’ll be back soon. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. It would be fun to get to know you.”

He walked towards the door giving a small wave as he left.

What the fuck…

Felix was actually in his home… he spoke to him… and they were…friends?

It was too much for the little fairy to process. He needed to rest.

He fluttered around the house searching for Chan’s bedroom so he could lay down.

When he reached the room he was surprised by the size of the bed. It was truly huge.

The pillows smelt like him . Sweet with slight musk.

He drifted slowly into a peaceful sleep.

~

“Mmh please r-right there.” Felix moaned out when he felt Chan’s fingers hit just the right spot.

He incoherently blabbered as each thrust made him come more and more undone.

“You like that hm? Little pretty fairy likes my fingers inside him?”

Lust dripped from the humans voice making Felix blush.

“F fuck I love it so much.”

~

Chan stood in the doorway shocked, watching the scene in front of him. The tiny fairy was lay on his bed slowly palming at his length in his sleep.

Soft whimpers left his lips and his wings twitched with pleasure.

He could feel his trousers begin to get uncomfortably tight and he bit down hard on his lip to control himself.

He should leave. He knew he should but he was drawn to the fairy.

“Ch Chan your cock mmh.”

Felix moaned out in his sleep, his grinding getting faster.

When Chan heard his name he couldn’t take it anymore.

He walked over to the bed carefully sitting down and he lightly shook the Fairy with a gentle finger.

His eyes fluttered open and when he saw the human his face burned red as he recalled the events of his dream.

“You aren’t exactly a quiet sleeper.” The orange haired man chuckled.

“I uh … what do you mean by that?” Felix panicked. This couldn’t get any worse right?

“I never knew a pretty little fairy like you would be so slutty.”

Chan smirked as he began to lightly trace the patterns on Felix’s wings, making little desperate whines leave his parted lips.

“You like that hm? Does it feel good when I touch your wings like this?”

He Changed the direction of his fingers making the fairy gasp.

“P please Chan.”

Felix didn’t even know what he was begging for at this point. He just needed more.

“Use your words darling. What is it you want?”

“Fuck I need your cock please channie.”

Any embarrassment Felix felt was now long gone. All that clouded his mind was lust.

The two stripped them self’s from clothing and Felix looked in awe at the size of Chan’s cock.

It was huge … even bigger than Felix’s entire body. The tip was tinted pink and pre cum was smeared around the slit while pretty veins decorated it.

He brought a hand to slowly run along one of the veins making the human let out a shaky breath. It was almost pathetic how tiny Felix looked next to his cock alone.

“You are so big Channie.” His eyes glowed with want and his mouth salivated at the thought of the pleasure it could give him.

“Hands and knees darling. Let me prep you.”

The fairy did as he was told. He spread his cheeks apart giving Chan a clear view of his little pink hole.

He felt a slick finger rub against it. Teasing him and making him wet.

“So tiny. How is my cock going to fit in here hm? Have you had anything in here before?”

The question made Felix burn up.

“J just my fingers.”

A Yelp left his lips as he felt the finger enter him. Fuck the way it filled him up made him feel as if he was in heaven. He pressed back trying to feel it deeper inside him.

“Someone’s eager. Such a slutty little fairy. All mine to play with.”

He moved his finger faster making the fairy scream out .

“Ch chan I fuck if you keep doing that I’m g gonna cum.”

“Tsk I suppose we better get you on my cock then. I’m not going to miss the opportunity to fill that pretty little hole with my cum.”

The words made Felix shudder. He fluttered over to the mans cock and lined it up with his stretched hole before sinking down, a loud whimper leaving his lips as he felt the head buried inside him.

That’s all he could fit in his tiny little hole.

Chan’s fingers grasped carefully onto the fairy’s hips as he rocked into him.

“F fuck it feels so good. S so big.”

Felix blabbered as he lost himself in the pleasure.

“You look so pretty bouncing on my cock like this darling. So fucked out and pretty. I bet you wish you could fit more inside that slutty little body of yours.”

Felix couldn’t even take in the words being spoken to him. He was too focused on the feeling of Chan twitching inside him. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach and he clenched around the humans cock.

“Going to cum already? How pathetic that my cock makes you come undone so quickly. It’s okay, let go for me my little fairy.”

With those words Felix felt his body begin to spasm and his tiny cock release strings of white. But it wasn’t over yet.

Chan continued to fuck into him, chasing his own high. The feeling was making Felix go crazy. His body shook with overstimulation and he felt like he was going to cum again.

A strangled cry left his lips as his cock released more liquid but this time it wasn’t a milky white. When he realised what he was done he burned with embarrassment.

“Did my little fairy piss himself hm ? Couldn’t hold it until I was done with you.”

Chan began to rock into Felix even harder. He felt his stomach knot up and a low groan left his lips as he released into the fairy.

After catching their breath the human pulled out, admiring the mess he had made of the fairy.

“You look so pretty like that. My cum leaking out of your pretty hole and down your little thighs. Covered in your own piss. Such a slutty little mess.”

Felix whimpered at the words.

“Fuck that was amazing.”

He was almost in disbelief how good it felt.

It was like a flip switched and Chan was back in full caring mode.

He placed a gentle kiss onto the fairy’s cheek.

“I’m glad you felt good darling. How about I clean you up hm? We can watch a movie after too if you’d like? I’d love to get to know you more.”

Felix’s lips curved up into a little smile.

“That sounds great channie!”

Perhaps humans weren’t so bad after all.

In fact Maybe Felix was in love with one.

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Please | Diluc x f!reader (NSFW)

Summary: diluc tries out some aphrodisiacs on u <3

Warnings: Smut, aphrodisiacs, intoxication, slight dubcon, oral, unprotected sex (lmk if i forgot any!)

Note: First post! If you like my writing, requests for nsfw or sfw are greatly appreciated :)

"Are you sure this is going to work..?" Diluc peered into the little vial that Albedo had bestowed upon him. It was a little bit foggy in there, a light pink tone. "This little of an amount too?"

Albedo nodded in silence, then walked back to his desk. "I think you'll find it actually works quite well. If it doesn't, let me know." He sat down and straightened the loose papers that were strewn across the tabletop. Diluc simply nodded in thanks and scurried out, closing the door behind him.

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The sun has long set, nearing about midnight. Diluc stood in the tavern among the last few patrons chugging down their drinks. He wiped glass after glass, occasionally checking the clock. When would you finally be here, he thought to himself, placing another glass away.

"Don't get so worked up over her, Di!" Kaeya laughed, words slurring a little. He was sat at the counter with Rosaria. The rain pounded heavily on roof of the building, sending Diluc into further panic, although he hid it well. Maybe you had gotten caught in the rain? You could catch pneumonia out there! He tossed the rag down and leaned on the counter to catch a breath.

Rosaria glanced at Kaeya, both of them equally intoxicated and giggly, and turned back to Diluc. "Yeah, why are you so tensed up about her? It's not like she needs to abide by tavern hours anyway, she'll get here when she gets here!" She shouted the last line a little, Diluc scoffing at the stupor of these two. The tavern was closing in only half an hour. He could leave it open just for the two of you, it would make it easier anyway.

Suddenly, the door whipped open, and there you were, squeezing out your hair outisde the door. Head to toe, you were dripping wet. The three last people in the tavern turned to look at you as you laughed sheepishly. "I missed the forecast," you shivered and came to the bar counter, leaning over to kiss Diluc on the cheek, much to the delight of Kaeya and Rosaria.

He tensed up looking at you. Even fresh out of the pouring rain and all disheveled, you were still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You had mentioned being ok with what he was going to do before, so he knew that he wasn't in the wrong, but the feeling of doing something so taboo got him going, especially with you standing right in front of him.

Glancing at the time, 12:30 am, he quickly ushered the drunken Kaeya and Rosaria out of the bar. "Shall I get you a towel to dry off?" He patted your soaked hair as he turned to the stairs. "Nonono," you laughed, "Drink first. Then towel."

He gulped. Now was the time he needed to do it, arousal and nerves swirling around his mind. "As you wish," He breathed out as he poured a glass of dandelion wine, your favourite. While his tall frame was turned against you, he carefully slid the vial out of his pocket, pouring it into the glass. It dissolved quite neatly, save a few sparks that flew out.

He picked up the drink, turning around and placing it hastily down in front of you. Giving him a weird look, you picked up the drink and looked at it for a good few seconds. Shit, I've been caught, he thought as he stared straight into your confused eyes. Shrugging, you took a swig of the wine.

Eyes widening, you looked up at his looming figure, "This is great! Did you put something in it?" You joked and giggled as you took another sip. His heart skipped a beat and shook his head. "I'll go get you that towel," Diluc started climbing the stairs, looking down over the railing to see you take another swig.

Looking down on the glass in front of you, your head started to feel a little floaty. Your wet skin started to feel a little warmer, maybe the warmth of the tavern was helping. That's all you thought, until you started feeling a pulsing feeling. Where's Diluc is all you thought as you took another short sip from the oh so delicious wine.

Diluc came back down the stairs, sneaking up behind you to place the towel over your now damp hair. Whipping around, you grabbed onto his waist and pulled him closer. "Diiiiiiluc.." You groaned into his stomach. "I'm so hot.. and so wet.." Your doe eyes looked up to him, gauging his response. His crimson red eyes looked back down on yours, starting to fill with lust.

He thought whether to just satisfy you now, or let you finish the substance he oh so intensely bargained for. "Don't you want to finish your drink?" In your foggy brain, anything Diluc says goes, so you nodded, still cuddled in his chest. He could get used to this, he thought as he gently grabbed the back of your head.

Bending down to whisper in your ear, "Would you some help with that?" You nodded again, turning your head to try and kiss him. "Yes please, Luc." That set a light inside of him as he picked up your spiked drink, pulling your head back a little. Moving the glass up to your lips, you parted them just enough to latch onto the glass, drinking it thirstily as he tilted the glass further and further, right till the very last drop.

As the wine went down your throat, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure, moaning into Diluc's arms as he picked you up. It was as if any touch had you off the rails. As Diluc carried you up the steps to the third floor of the tavern, you peppered little kisses and nips all over his neck and cheek. "Where are we going..?" You breathed into his neck as he pushed the top floor door open with his hip.

Diluc placed you down carefully on the guest room bed, then stood back to admire the blank canvas in front of him. How beautiful you were lying there, moaning as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, a hungry expression on your face.

"Diluc, come here," you called out, shaking him out of his trance. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you, pinning you down. "Yes, my dear?" He cooed, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. You in turn grabbed his collar a bit harsher than you meant to, staring straight into his moonlit eyes. "Fuck me, Diluc." You whispered just close enough for him to hear. "I need it. Please fuck me.." You trailed off, feeling him start to trail his mouth down your neck.

"As you wish," He smirked slightly, unbuttoning your shirt one by one. "You really want it that badly, darling?" You nodded your head vigorously in return, threading your hands in his red locks. "I need you Dilu-" You were cut off by the man biting your hard nipple. Moans escaped your mouth in a steady flow as he licked and sucked it, playing with the other in his hand. "M-More please!!" You cried as the spike really started to set in, causing an unsatiable fire inside of you.

"You're so greedy, you know that?" Diluc growled, pinching your nipple with his hot fingers, it felt like a zap in your system. "I did this to you and no one else," He continued as he bit at you more and more. "By the end of tonight, the only thing that'll still be in your mind is me.." Only half of it registered in your mind, but the sound of his low voice vibrating through your system is all you needed to remember.

"Repeat it, my love.." He raised his face to be inches away from you, slowly reaching his hand down your unbuttoned pants, "Only I can make you feel this way." He toyed his finger at your entrance as you gathered the words in your mind.

"Only you can make me-"

He shoved his fingers inside you deep in, finishing your sentence with a scream. "D-Diluc-!" You huffed out as he started pushing in and out fast, curling at your g-spot. "More! More-" You yelped, bucking your hips, pushing his fingers in further. "Oh you want more?" He licked your jaw, sucking at the rainwater still left over. "Almost.. There-" You prepared to have the orgasm of a lifetime but was stopped short by Diluc pulling his fingers out.

You whimpered as he raised himself back up to your level. You were so cute laying there quivering, he thought. "What do you desire, y/n?" He inquired, toying with your wet hair strands, your face now a mix of rainwater, sweat, and tears of joy. "Give it to me, DIluc," You pushed his head down, craving that sweet release that was stripped from you.

He scoffed at your selfishness as he pulled down you pants and underwear, as if he didn't do this to you. He'll make you understand the manners you need to use for him. His tongue slit against your throbbing clit, sending you back on the ride. as he dined on your clit, his hand found its way back to your sopping entrance, continuing the pace he was going at before.

Your sight was blurry as you looked down, all you could see was the shape of Diluc. Him and the stars that filled your vision. You've never felt like this before, each lick and suck he did felt like its own orgasm. Diluc's doing this. Diluc's the one making you feel like this. Only he can make you feel this way. The words he put in your mind were the only words left at all as he took your brain away piece by piece, he was all that was left.

"Diluc.. Diluc.. Diluc!!" You screamed as you got pushed to the very edge. Suddenly, as if he could tell you were about to fully become his, he pulled himself away again. Tears rolled down your pretty cheeks as you brought your hand down, needing to finish yourself but to no avail. "Tsk," He sat himself up, giving you his fingers to suck off.

"I'm afraid only I can make you cum, my dear.." He peeled your hand away from your clit, and you moaned in defiance, at least as much as you could with his fingers in your mouth. "But you made a vital mistake," He took his fingers out, trailing them gently down your waist. "You didn't say please."

"P-Please Diluc.." You choked out, taking extra time to remember the word please, all you could think of is Diluc. "There you go! Was it that hard?" He tucked your disheveled hair behind your ear as he unbuckled his pants, taking the pants and shirt off. "Now you'll get what you deserve, my love." You pulled his underwear down in a frenzy, positioning his hard cock right at your entrance to take the work off his hands. "Oh how kind you are, y/n, positioning my own cock for me." He smiled a rare gleam as he pushed himself into you, finally getting to moan.

"You're s-so beautiful, so perfect," He complimented you for every deep thrust he blessed you with, "And you're mine." He growled the last one as he sped up his pace. Your head lolled back and all you could see is red in your vision. Not that you were to notice, but all you've been doing is chanting his name as you bounced from his thrusts.

"You come when I come," he pushes the words out with great effort as his pushes got shakier. Your legs were already shaking violently from being edged like you had, and you nodded your head as best as you could. "Ready?" He called out as he thrusted the deepest he could go.

"3... 2... 1..." He came with a loud groan right in your ear as you cried out his name, clawing at his back to get as close as possible. He filled you up to the very brim, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he slowly thrusted, coming down from his high.

Your eyes stayed close as he took himself out, resting on top of you with his hands in your hair.

"I love you darling.." He whispered as he pulled the covers over the two of you, but to silent ears. "Y/n..?" He lifted himself slightly to get a better view of you. There was no way you were going to have any senses for a good day at least. He sighed into a smile, and cuddled up close.

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Surprise Adoption - Ch 10

Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms, considering his options. He decided right then and there. She would stay with him and Emmet for the time being.

Word Count: ~2500

The sun was nice after the twins removed their hats, prompting Dawn to do the same. They sat outside at a shaded table with their spoils in silence for some time. Both brothers knew she would say something when she got her thoughts in order. 

She did eventually. A good portion of their food was gone before she spoke. 

“That’s Barry.” She paused, trying to think of the words to say again. Both brothers watched her expectantly. “He’s been my best friend since I was four. He was my rival on my Pokemon journey. He never really thinks before he does things and is always running off one place or another, but he’s really loyal and sweet. He didn’t take my disappearance well. The one to Hisui, I mean. The minute I got back and he found me, he wouldn’t let me go for a while. But then I found out about Mom and he was so supportive and just there. When I realized that I needed to spend some time away, though… he didn’t take it well. He’d only just gotten me back. It’d be like if Uncle Ingo moved off to Alola within a week of coming back because something had happened to Aunt Elesa.” She paused again, lowering her gaze. “He tried so hard to get me to stay in Sinnoh. In the end, I just flew off on Staraptor in the middle of the night because Twinleaf was too much for me. I couldn’t sleep there at all. Not without Mom.” Her lip wobbled. “I ran off like a coward in the middle of the night and didn’t even say goodbye…” 

“Dawn,” Ingo said softly, reaching around the table to take her hand. Emmet laid his hand over her hand, too. “You did what you needed to in order to feel safe. I would not call that cowardice. You did what you needed to, even at the expense of others, because you knew it was not a decent schedule for you. That takes an awfully large amount of courage to do, especially when your best friend is involved.” He used his other hand to brush away her tears with his thumb. “He seems quite eager to speak with you. Perhaps, after our shift ends, if he is still in the Subway, we can lead him back to the apartment and all sit down and hear him out. I feel that he is just concerned about you. In addition, he is young and headstrong. I am sure he meant no ill-intent with his actions, he may just not understand the pain he is causing. This can be rectified later. Does that sound alright to you?” 

Dawn sniffled and bobbed her head in a small nod. She didn’t say anything as the two brothers wrapped her in a hug. 

“We should finish lunch,” Emmet said. “It is almost time to return.” 

“Would you like to spectate us on the Multi Line? Or would you rather return home for the evening?” Ingo asked Dawn. 

She sniffled again, but managed to get a deep breath in. “I don’t want to be alone. Is it okay if I stay with you guys?” 

“Of course!”

“Yup!” 

The three finished their meal quickly and paid. They left. The twins reapplied their caps as they made their way back to the Subway. They led the way inside, greeting the Depot Agents as they brushed past their office to make sure nothing was out-of-sorts and went to the Multi Line, right on schedule. Dawn was nervously glancing around the crowd. It broke Ingo’s heart. He ushered her onto the train, into their cabin, calling out announcements as the train lurched into action and sped off. 

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The last challenger left the Multi Line. The train began to slow to a stop. Ingo and Emmet flanked Dawn immediately, who gripped their hands tightly. She let out a shaky breath. 

The doors opened. The three of them stepped off the train last, watching the patrons leave the subway in droves. Not many people were left in this terminal specifically, as the Battle Subway was closing for the evening. They all looked around, seeing if they could spot a blonde head in the crowd. When none was seen, they silently moved to the main archway of the Subway. People still milled about here and there, looking at the schedule for their pedestrian rides to get around Unova. They maneuvered around patrons, making their way to the control room for the final report of the day. The three entered. 

“Good evening!” Ingo called cheerily to the few remaining Agents. The night crew should be there soon, Ingo reasoned. 

“Hey, Bosses.” A young man strode over to them with a clipboard, recording the stats and events of the Subway from the day. Ingo took it and glanced over it, Emmet peering over his shoulder. All seemed to be in order. “There wasn’t much that happened today, though one of the Agents mentioned something for you two.” 

“What is it?” Emmet looked up at the man. 

“She said there was a boy looking for you. He asked when you were off and said that you’d told him to talk to you after work. He’s on a bench just outside the entrance. He has a Torterra with him, too. I think he’s still sitting there.” The worker ran over and tapped on a screen, pulling up a live video footage of the entrance to the Subway. In the bottom left corner of the video was a familiar striped shirt and blonde head. “Yeah, he is.” 

“We did wish to speak with him, he is a friend of Akari’s. Thank you. We shall take our leave for the evening.” Ingo nodded politely at the Agents left in the room and turned, leaving with his brother and niece. She clung to them still. 

“Wh-what if he’s really mad at me? What if he just came to tell me he hates me-”

“Akari, I sincerely doubt that. He was hugging you quite fiercely when he saw you. I believe he is just concerned.” Ingo squeezed her hand. 

“Yep. He was upset, but not at you. He seems confused. He wants to help you but doesn’t know how,” Emmet added. 

“I hope so,” she murmured as they got to the upper exit of the Subway. 

Ingo and Emmet pushed open the doors to the outside, breathing in the night air of Nimbasa. It was warm with summer approaching so rapidly. A couple Trubbish still hung around. Ingo waved to the young ones as he passed by. He always had a soft spot for the creatures. “What would we like for dinner this evening?” he asked nonchalantly, in order to gain Barry’s attention. 

And gain it he had, apparently. “Hey!” Footsteps approached and there was a hiss and a light as a Pokemon was recalled. The three of them turned to see the boy running at them, skidding to a halt a couple paces from them. He looked at Dawn for a long moment, then glanced between the twins. “I just want to talk. Please.” 

“Of course,” Ingo quipped. “First, however, we should get something to refuel with. I know I am rather famished.” 

“We should get pizza from that spot on Ninth. It is on the way,” Emmet said as he began to walk, this time with another passenger trailing behind them. 

“I’d prefer the one on Sycamore.” 

“We always get the one on Sycamore!” Emmet whined. 

“Akari? Is there anything you would like?” Ingo looked down at his niece to settle the dispute. That was one of the many, many reasons it was nice to have her around. The twins would no longer go back and forth for long, drawn-on minutes about what to eat anymore. 

“Could we grab something from that Kalosian place? The one with the really good macarons? I don’t think we’ve had that in awhile.” 

“That sounds agreeable,” Emmet said with a sly grin. 

“Alright, then. Destination set!” The twins began walking with more pep in their step, Dawn having to jog to keep up. The brothers made eye contact and Emmet grinned. This was fun. 

They got food in record time, also buying some for Barry. Never would a passenger go hungry on their watch! Ingo made Emmet carry their purchase this time as they approached the apartment building, walking up the flight of stairs and unlocking the door, allowing everyone in. Emmet beelined for the kitchen table, tossing down the bags of food. Then he returned to the main room to disrobe his uniform. Ingo clicked his tongue at his brother and untied his tie as Emmet did the same for him. Dawn toed off her shoes and denim jacket, hanging them on the hook meant for her. Fraxure popped out of its ball once it sensed they were home, its metal body sparkling as it lumbered to her and rubbed its forehead against her arm. It made her laugh and rub its head. 

Once they were a bit more comfortable, they went back to the kitchen. The whole time, Barry stood in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do, nervously glancing around at the decor and the Joltik gathering around. Dawn gestured him into the dining area. 

Ingo and Emmet divvied up food, shooing Joltik away from the plates. “I will feed you after we eat, babies,” Emmet cooed to them. Regardless, some of them burrowed their way into hair, clothing, and onto counters. Ingo picked one up and placed it on his shoulder, scolding it for trying to get into his meal. 

They all sat and dug in. Barry seemed to like his choice and downed it quickly. Ingo and Emmet ate at their usual pace, with Dawn outspeeding them as always. They ate quickly and quietly. The entire time, Barry said not a word. He simply… watched. Ingo gave Dawn one of his macarons, as it was her favorite flavor. Emmet patted one of the Joltik and excitedly discussed one of the challengers from that day. “He had a Galvantula! I recognized that Trainer. He fought us five years ago! He nearly won, too. I gave him that Joltik and it knew Cross Poison! He put it to good use today, yup. It seemed verrry strong!” Dawn said very little, but did chime in every so often. Ingo and Emmet led much of the conversation. Neither of them minded much. 

“So,” Ingo spoke finally as they were finishing, “would you like us to give you some privacy? Me and Emmet can withdraw for the evening if you would like.” 

“I think it’s okay,” Dawn said quickly, before Barry could speak. “You already know most of it anyway.” 

Ingo understood what she was really saying. Emmet’s voice cut over him, “I will feed the Pokemon. Would you like me to feed yours, Dawn?” 

She nodded and handed him her Pokeballs, Fraxure following close behind Emmet’s heels as he whistled to the Joltik. All of them scurried out of the room, following him as well. Emmet was only gone for a few minutes, during which Ingo cleaned up from dinner. Dawn insisted on helping with clean-up. Barry continued to sit and stare around the room, unsure of what to do. 

Emmet returned as the pair finished cleaning and they all sat back down at the table. All was completely silent. Ingo could practically smell how awkward it was. 

“Barry, you’re never this quiet.” Dawn broke the silence first. 

“What am I supposed to say?” he asked quietly. “You seem happier here.” 

“Stop.” He looked up at the anger in her voice. “It’s not like that and you know it. I didn’t just up and leave on a whim.” 

“You still left, though!” He turned in his seat to face her. “I’d just gotten you back for a week and you still left! No goodbye, no telling where you would be. You just dropped off the planet again! I was worried that you’d been taken back in time again! Or worse! I was so worried about you, Dawn! I was the first time you disappeared, too! I looked everywhere for you and you were just nowhere and I was so scared it’d just be a repeat of that-”

“Barry, would you just listen to me!” Her voice drowned out his. He shut his mouth with a clack, holding back tears. “I couldn’t stay in Sinnoh. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was going, but I didn’t want to be dragged back. I can’t go home.”

“But why?” He wrapped his arms around himself, still struggling to hold back his tears. “It’s right there. You have a place to stay. Why can’t you come home?” 

“Because it’s not the same anymore.” She looked away from him. “I spent so much time in the past that now all I can think about is the people who are all gone, when we used to walk the same paths and routes. All the people I became friends with in Jubilife two-hundred years ago. I can’t go there without thinking about how I’ll never see them again. When I found out Mom was gone, everything changed for me again. I didn’t get to say goodbye to her either. And everything in Twinleaf, in Hearthome, everything was so full of her and it hurt. I couldn’t just stay there and be reminded everyday. I had to leave. But I know Cynthia wouldn’t like it and you wouldn’t want me to leave and might stop me. I had to do what was best for me.” 

He did not speak for a long moment. He sniffled and a single tear traced its way down his face. “I missed you, Dawn,” was all he said. 

“I missed you too, Barry. I still do.” She reached out and gingerly touched his shoulder. “I want to see my friend again. I really, really do. But I can’t do it in Sinnoh. I just can’t. I’m sorry, Barry. But I can’t go back. I have a place here now and I like it here. Everyone is nice and I feel like I have a real family again and I’m not alone.” 

“You weren’t alone.” His response was weak. “We were there…”

“But you aren’t my family, Barry. You’re my best friend and I still don’t really know your mom all that well.” 

He was quiet again for some time. The twins said nothing, allowing them to have this moment. “So who are you?” the boy asked finally, looking up at the twins. 

“My name is Ingo. I fell to Hisui some time before Dawn did from here and lost all my memories in the process. As foreigners, we both bonded well and Dawn not only helped me restore my memories, but she allowed me a way home.” 

“I am Emmet. I am Ingo’s twin brother. He was missing for four years. I would not have him back if not for Dawn.” 

Barry watched the two of them for a moment longer. 

“I call them my uncles,” Dawn said quietly. “They took me in without notice and have been so kind and supportive. They have a sister, too, who treats me like part of the family. So does their uncle and cousin. They’re all really kind and I feel like I belong here.” 

Barry tackled her in a hug. He was not holding back his tears anymore. “I… I’m gonna miss you, Dawn. But I’m gonna visit, okay? I want to see you often and battle you again. I don’t care if its in Sinnoh or Unova or Galar, I just want to see you. You can show me around Unova sometime. Maybe we can battle again, like we did with Team Galactic.”

Dawn smiled. She hugged her friend back. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

The twins stood and patted the two teens on the shoulders, making them look up. Emmet smiled softly at them as Ingo spoke. “We will be in our room if you need anything. Barry, you are welcome to stay the night. We have an extra change of clothes if you require them. The bathroom is the second room on the left down the hall, Dawn can show you where it is.” 

His eyes widened. “Oh… thank you. Thank you very much.” 

“Of course!” Emmet chirped. The brothers receded to allow them a moment of privacy, now that the hard part had passed. Their Pokemon were waiting in their room, waiting for the door to be opened. 

“Go cheer Dawn up,” Emmet whispered to them. “She needs it.” Many of them bolted out of the room immediately, eager to see their Trainer. The twins got ready for bed. They’d be there for her, as they said they would be. 

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Hayloft (p.1)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts...) 

Warnings: Abuse, mentions of drinking, misogyny, reader’s mother is dead

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: My first slow(er) burn fic! Let me know what you think!

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When your car finally pulled up the old dirt driveway to your family's farm house, the sun was already setting, casting an orange hue over the acres of land that your father had inherited from his father. It was beautiful, really. The sun was behind your old two story home made of wood planks that were covered in chipping white paint. The door’s paint was also chipping, only this time it was old navy blue paint - at least that’s the color it was supposed to be when it was painted who knows how many decades ago - that peeled back to reveal the wood beneath. 

Your father’s truck wasn’t in the driveway yet when you pulled up and you sighed in relief because it gave you the opportunity to get dinner started before he got home. You headed straight for the kitchen. The only moment taken for yourself was the moment of silence when you leaned against the counter top and stretched out your back from the long day's work at the diner. The refrigerator was mostly empty and you made a mental note to run to the store after work tomorrow before your father could notice the lack of food. Thankfully, there was still enough scraps to piece something together for tonight between the fridge and the cupboards. 

The house was swimming with the delicious scent of herbs, onions, potatoes, and stock as you boiled a stew on the stove when you heard the front door open. “Hi, Daddy! How was work?” You asked over your shoulder before you even heard his steps enter the kitchen, not actually caring but knowing he’d be upset if you didn’t ask. 

He came around the corner but you could hear from the moment the door opened that there were the footsteps of more than one person entering your home. With a frown, you turned from the stove and took a few steps so you could see around the wall that blocked your view of the front door but your father and new mystery person stepped around that corner and into the kitchen before you could get that far. You stopped in your tracks, startled by their sudden appearance, and your hand flew to your chest as your eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry!” You chuckled awkwardly, apologizing for your jumpiness, “Didn’t think you’d be comin’ in here.” 

It was a man about your age that stood just behind your father, a navy baseball cap twisted in his hands and his footsteps light so as to not knock dirt off onto the floor from his work boots, both welcomed displays of manners that you appreciated, unlike your father who left a trail of chunks of dried mud and grease everywhere he walked. This new boy, though, he was cute. Short curly hair that was messy, either from work or wearing the hat, big expressive brown eyes that reminded you of a puppy in the best possible way, a tight lipped expression that showed he was a little nervous and uncomfortable to be here, they were all a welcome, albeit unexpected, surprise. 

"Work was good. This here is Arvin Russel. He'll be staying with us, at least for the night." Your eyes flicked back to the boy you now knew as Arvin when your dad introduced him and your heart skipped a beat at the eye contact. 

  He nodded his head slightly, a small cordial smile flashing on his face for just a moment, "Pleasure to meet you,..." 

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you as well. If you're staying the night, let me add some water to the soup and then I'll go make up the spare bed." You pointed your thumb over your shoulder towards the pot of stew that was nearly done. 

"That's very kind of you. Thank you." 

Before you could notice him moving, your dad was already beside the fridge and you reached out to try to stop him before he could open it. "Let me get you something! What about you, Arvin? You want a beer or some water?" You scurried to try and beat your dad to the fridge that you knew would earn you a reprimanding that you didn’t deserve. 

You were too late though and your dad already swung the door open wide. You stepped back nervously, rubbing the sharp edge of your nails against your thumb. "It's damn near empty." He noted, voice stiff and dissatisfied. He stood, managing to produce the last two beers from the refrigerator before slamming it shut. 

You flinched at the loud sound, hearing the few glass jars of preserves and jams clanging against each other inside from the force. Your eyes rolled beneath closed lids at his overdramatic reaction, even though it was one you expected. "I'm gonna hit the market after work tomorrow but I checked that we have enough for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow." Your voice was sweet and placating, careful to respond in a way that would keep his temper in check. 

  "It's that damn job of yours. I told you women shouldn't be working. They belong in the house where you should be. Now look. You went and let the kitchen run out." He passed Arvin a beer, which he reluctantly accepted, watching the way your father pointed his finger at you accusingly. “Ain’t no man gonna want a wife who can’t even keep the kitchen stocked up.” 

Your tongue was raw inside from biting down on it so hard in order to keep yourself in line, as he called it. You didn't need a blow out tonight, not with Arvin here. "I manage to work and keep up with the house just fine, Daddy. We just got a little low on groceries but I'll be heading to the market tomorrow to fix it. Don’t you worry." Even you were surprised with how even and sweet your voice came out, that ever present fire of anger towards your father having been fanned into a decent blaze.  

He popped the tab on his beer and sighed, dropping the topic for the time being, "Fine. But make sure to pick up some fixin's for that chicken roast you make. Patty is lookin' nice and fat in the coop so why don't you cook her up tomorrow." 

You grimaced at the thought. Patty was one of the chickens in your coop out back that had been pretty slow when it came to laying eggs but you’d grown attached to her nonetheless. Ever since you were a young girl, your daddy warned you not to become attached to the animals out back but you never listened. Back then, you’d had your mother to step in and convince him not to kill the animals for whatever reason she could come with and opt for buying meat from the market instead. You hadn’t been able to convince him like that since she’d passed. Everything had been different since she passed. 

“I don’t know, Daddy. Patty’s been layin’ a lot of eggs lately and we’ve been gettin’ extra money from sellin’ all those eggs. Why don’t I just pick up a chicken in town tomorrow at the store.” You insisted, walking back over to the stove to stir the stew. 

“Don’t go wastin’ money on things we already got! We got some chickens out back. Just cook one of ‘em up tomorrow!” Your father’s voice was hard and stern now, enough to fill the air with tension in Arvin’s presence. You turned slowly, making eye contact with Arvin briefly before quickly avoiding it. You didn’t like the way he stood awkwardly, silently watching the interaction he clearly didn’t think highly of. Your father was already getting worked up and it would only get worse the longer the night went on. 

Biting your cheek, you nodded, “Yes, sir. Now why don’t you boys go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in just a minute.” 

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Dinner went relatively well, despite your father’s occasional grumblings about there not being any beer. Once you finished, you stood up and picked up yours and your father’s bowls before noticing Arvin’s was empty as well. “Did you want some more? There’s just enough for one more if you’d like it.” You offered Arvin that last bit of stew but he just shook his head and stood up. 

“Oh, no thank you miss. Dinner was delicious though. Let me help with that.” He grabbed his own bowl before your hand could reach it and then took the bowls from your hands as well before setting them down at the sink. 

You chased after him, “Thank you but you don’t have to do that! Please, sit. I’ll make your bed up when I’m finished cleaning up dinner.” 

“She’s right, son. Kitchen ain’t no place for a man. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you the room you’ll be stayin’ in.” You father’s chair screeched against the beat up wooden floor as he stood, beckoning Arvin to him. 

Arvin was standing right beside you, his arm only a few inches from yours as he lowered the stack of bowls into the sink. He looked over at you with deep soulful eyes that seemed to look right through your calm facade in a way that made you feel seen like never before. It was highly uncomfortable, almost violating after all these years of hiding away what you felt for the sake of keeping the peace, and you forced a smile, “Please, you’re our guest. It wouldn’t be right to make you do the dishes. You go with him.” 

He gave you a drawn out hesitant look but turned away nonetheless and walked towards your dad. “Thank you again for letting me stay here till I get things figured out. It’s mighty kind of you.” Arvin thanked you and your father for your hospitality, shooting you one last glance over his shoulder before following your father down up the stairs towards the spare room. 

You made quick work of the dishes, having cleaned most of them as you were cooking earlier anyways and scurried to the closet that held your extra sheets. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the shower running and knew it was your father bathing after his long day of work, like he always did right after dinner. The man was a creature of habit. 

With your arms full of neatly folded faded steel blue linens and the thicker burnt sienna colored wool blanket, you made your way towards the guest room Arvin was staying in to find the door wide open and the man looking through his bag that was set on the bed. “Knock knock,” you announced your presence, waiting at the entryway for Arvin to notice you before entering. 

He spun around, dropping something that you didn’t see quickly into his bag and pressing it down while flashing you a small polite smile, “Hello, ma’am.” 

You walked into the room, raising the linens in your hands, “I brought some sheets so I could make up your bed.” You walked over to the wooden chair and set the top sheet down before making your way back over to the bed, unfolding the bottom sheet as you did, waving it up and down in the air to straighten it out before laying it flat on the bed. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, miss,” He moved his bag to the ground and jumped to lift the corner of the mattress and tuck the sheet beneath it. 

You blushed at his kindness, not used to such help from your father, but shook your head, tucking the sheet beneath the mattress on the opposite side of the bed “If my daddy came in and saw you fixin’ the bed yourself, he’d kill me,” you chuckled to make it sound like a joke but you knew better than that. He wouldn’t actually kill you but you would certainly get some less than kind words thrown your way, maybe even a few beer cans thrown your way depending on how drunk he was. 

Arvin shook his head, his hands falling on his hips, “Looks like you do most the housework ‘round here.” What he was insinuating was clear even though his tone didn’t change but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. He didn’t need to concern himself with the difficulties between you and your father. 

“So how’d you and my dad meet?” You changed the topic, going to grab the top sheet and unfolding it. You laid it over the bed and tucked your side in, Arvin reaching down to tuck his side in as well in a silent act of defiance against your insistence that he didn’t need to help. It occurred to you suddenly after the question left your lips that you didn’t actually know anything about this boy but, for some reason, you still didn’t feel uneasy around him.  

Arvin pulled the top corner of the sheet up to the head of the bed as he answered, “I just started workin’ at the garage with ‘im.” 

“You like cars?” You questioned, spreading out the final layer on the bed, the wool blanket. 

Arvin shrugged, “Never been really into ‘em but I can fix ‘em alright enough. Just needed the work and happened to see the wanted sign when I was passin’ through town.” 

Your brow raised in curiosity, “You were just passin’ through and stopped in this old town cause of a help wanted sign?” The little town you lived in wasn’t terrible but it was far from a destination that people really moved to for work unless you a doctor desperate for a place to practice or something like that. “You must really be desperate,” you joked but immediately felt a slight pang of regret when a shred of truth could be seen in his eyes. 

“Just tryna figure out where I’m goin’ ‘n what I wanna do. Figure I’ll find somewhere I like eventually.” Arvin picked up his bag and set it off to the side where it was a little more out of the way. 

You stared at the man standing before you, taking every bit of him from the grease stains on his white t-shirt to his scuffed up brown work boots to his messy hair, dirty from dried sweat. It wasn’t until you locked eyes with him that you realized that you’d been staring in a settled yet weirdly comfortable silence. You stood up straight and smiled to diffuse the awkwardness you’d unintentionally fostered, “You’re more than welcome to take a shower. My daddy should be finished any second. I’ll set some extra towels in there for you.” 

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you.” He nodded in appreciation but offered no further conversation. You could tell from the moment of silence that it was time for you to make your exit. 

“Well, uh, I better head to bed. You need anything before I go?” You asked, backing towards the door and swinging slightly with it once your hand hit the old bronze knob. 

Arvin shook his head, “No, thank you. ‘M all set.” 

“Alrighty, then. You have a good night.” You chewed your lip as you opened the door to make your exit. 

“G’night, miss Y/N.” 

Butterflies flew wildly in your belly as you walked to your bedroom. It had been a long while since you’d seen somebody worth looking twice at in this old town but now a mysterious handsome man rolls into town and stays with you. In your house. It probably wasn’t the safest of situations but Arvin genuinely looked like a nice man. From your very brief interactions with him, you couldn’t really imagine him trying to hurt you or your father for no reason. Even if he did, you knew where your daddy kept his shotgun and you had no problem defending yourself. But like I said, you had an unearned sense of peace with Arvin that you hoped wasn’t a misjudgement. 

“What’re you smilin’ ‘bout?” Your father’s gruff but thankfully not entirely drunk voice made you stop in your tracks and turn towards his room with a suppressed groan. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom in nothing but an undershirt and long johns with his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides.

You shook the smile off your face. “Just thought of somethin’ funny that happened at work,'' you lied. “You need somethin’?” 

“I watched you come out o’ that boy’s room with a big ol’ grin on your face. Better not let me catch you ‘n him. Ain’t no daughter o’ mine gonna be whorin’ around with some boy blowin’ through town, y’hear?” He threatened, his hands reaching down to pull up his worn out long johns. 

Your blood boiled at the accusation and despite your best efforts to keep peace while Arvin was here, you spat words with venom, “I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ with Arvin. God forbid I have a damn smile on my face.” Your voice was low enough so that you hoped your guest hadn’t heard your outburst but when your father’s face darkened and he began taking slow, heavy steps towards you, you weren’t sure if your charade of normalcy would last much longer. 

Your father hovered over you, exaggerating the size difference between the two of you, “I put a roof over your head. I put food on the table. You play make believe with that little diner job but I'm the head of this house. I'm your father. You watch that fuckin’ tone with me girl."

Your jaw was clenched tightly, matching your fists, as you glared up at him with indignantly furious eyes. Father your ass. He once had been your father, an imperfect but loving man who used to try. Now he was merely a selfish broken sperm donor. He inherited this house from his father, didn’t pay a darn cent, and you couldn't remember the last time he pitched in a dime for anything but alcohol and the occasional dinner he made when he was in a good mood. He did do that- have these strange out of character nights where he pretended to be kind and loving. They were far and few between though and, while you enjoyed the change of pace, it felt like walking on eggshells in some fantasy world. 

A heavy silence settled between the two of you that crackled with a tension that could snap at any moment and turn into a full blown fight. Your eyes were narrowed on his as you refused to let him think he intimidated you anymore. Nevertheless, you turned on your heel, nails digging into your palm, and walked down the hall towards your room, leaving him alone. 

“He wouldn’t want you anyways, fuckin’ attitude like that.” Your father grumbled to your back, hoping for one last reaction out of you that you refused to give. 

It took all the control in the world to not slam the door in his face but you knew there was no way it would escape Arvin’s attention. You’d have to resort to the therapy of muffling your furious tear-soaked screams into your pillow until you finally fell asleep, like you did many nights. 

[supercorpkid]

Recovery is hard, but not far.

Part 5 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2580.

Warnings: Injuries. Just a small amount of angst now.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve left the DEO. Kara flew you home, and soon enough all the yellow sun lights were placed around your bed, and you’ve been lying under them ever since. Things are still hard. You still feel very weak and heavy-hearted. You don’t know how to explain the feeling, but you feel that something broke inside you.

Your moms never leave your side. They look as beaten up as you do. Lena looks tired, like she hasn’t slept in weeks. There are bags under her eyes, her hair is a mess, and she’s wearing nothing but jeans and sweaters. It’s distressing. Kara looks wretched. You’ve never seen your momma looking so miserable all your life. And she hasn’t left her sweatpants in days. You don’t think they have worked in weeks, and sometimes you want to ask them about it, but you’re scared that will send them away, and you can’t see yourself being alone right now.

Jamie visits every afternoon. And the only time you feel slightly like a normal person again is when she’s telling you about school, and the people from it. Alex also comes by a lot, but it’s all very medical. She examines you, makes you talk, walk, and checks if you’re recovering. Kelly came by a few times and tried to access how you were feeling, but you couldn’t tell her, because you don’t even know exactly how it is. To the surprise of no one, she pointed out that you need therapy, and you agreed to do it once you’re feeling strong enough.

You don’t talk much. Not because your voice is still not coming out, but because you don’t have much to say. Your powers are still not back, which feels weird. Even though you can’t control them very well, you’re used to having them. So, you’re feeling very empty inside.

“Hey, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” You hear Kara’s voice as soon as you open your eyes. You agree with your head, so she knows you can hear her. “Do you need to go to the bathroom? Or do you want to eat first?”

“Bathroom.”

Kara picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. You appreciate the help; your leg still hurts a lot when you try to walk. Probably because you don’t have your powers. But it feels weird being carried everywhere, and helped with everything.

“Are you done?” Kara asks from the other side of the door.

“Mhm.” This is almost humiliating, isn’t it? She goes back inside and picks you up again. “Bed, please.”

“But your mom made a huge breakfast for us, all of your favorites are the-”

“Not hungry, momma. But thank you.” You try to smile at her, but it’s not a real smile. You haven’t been able to do that in a while. Kara puts you back in the bed and lays down next to you. “You can go if you want to.”

“Do you want to be alone?” She asks, and you know she’s only worried you might be feeling suffocated with them around you all the time, but your heart starts beating fast with the thought of being alone, and she hears it. “It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Hey, hey, baby.” Kara puts her hand on your chest to feel your heart, even though she can hear it. “You’re ok. Mommy is here.”

“I’m sorry.” You try to hold your tears and even your breath.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. It’s ok.” She kisses your temple, and wipes the tear that is falling to the side of your face.

“Can you hold me, please?” You’re not even finished with your request and Kara already has her arms wrapped around you, and she pulls you so close you can hear her heartbeat. You like that.

You don’t know how long you two stay like that for. Probably hours. You only let go of Kara when you hear her stomach growling loudly. Jamie walks in right at that moment, and Kara can finally leave you and go eat.

“Hey little Danvers.” Jamie throws herself in your bed and looks at you with a smile. “That looked nice. Does it mean you talked to them?”

“About what?” You ask, confused.

“Well, you know, about the science fair thing.” Jamie props herself up in her elbows to look at you. She knows you haven’t by the look on your face. “Seriously? They’re in here all the time and you haven’t had the single most important conversation possible?”

“That all seems really stupid after you almost die.” You mumble under your breath, but she can hear you either way.

“Yeah, ok. I get it.” She shows her hands trying to admit defeat. “But it’s how you feel. And once you recover, things like that can happen again if you don’t let them know how it affects you.”

“Aunt Kelly said I need therapy… Does she know you say things like that to me?” You try to say it as a joke, but Jamie knows you better than you know yourself, so she’s aware you’re just trying to deflect your feelings.

“Listen, I’ve known you my whole life. You’re funny, smart and powerful.” She sits back on the bed and holds your hand. “There’s no one like you. Really. Aunt Kara is powerful, but she’s not smart like you. Aunt Lena is smart, but she doesn’t have powers. You have both. And to top it all up, you’re a genuinely good person.”

“What do you want? Money?” You raise an eyebrow at her and she breaths deep.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. You can’t even take compliments!” Jamie rolls her eyes. “You literally saved National City from destruction while our parents were frozen in time, and when everyone started applauding, you ran away from it! Why is it so hard for you to accept appreciation?”

“It’s not!” You defend yourself, but you can see her face of disbelief. “Well, you said it yourself, I had to. It was up to me. I had to save everyone.”

“No, you hadn’t! I was just trying to make you overcome your fears. If you didn’t exist, I’m sure Superman or like, the entire Justice League, would've shown up and done something about that.” You furrow your brows thinking about it. “But they didn’t have to, because Superkid was there to save the day. And Superkid was there to save her mom from being killed, and you, dipshit, created a mind reader, just because I went like ‘ok make me a mind reader’. I mean, who does that?”

You don’t answer, you just keep looking at her, waiting for her to get to the point. Which you kind of already know what it is.

“I think, and I’m not a therapist so I might be wrong, but-” Jamie holds your hand again and smiles at you tenderly. “You keep underselling yourself, because you’re afraid your moms are not going to be impressed by anything that you do.”

“I-I am-WHAT?”

“You put them on this pedestal and you look at them like they’re some goddesses who are never wrong, and you feel you can never be wrong so you can be a part of this family. But I have to tell you, little Danvers, they’re not perfect. And you… You have to stop trying to be.”

“Um…” You don’t even have words to what she just told you. Is she right? Did Jamie just read you perfectly?

“Well, anyways, I brought your homework.”

She drops the subject just like that, and takes both of you guys homework from her backpack, so you could do that instead.

“You know what’s not fair? You haven’t been to class in almost a month, and your grades are still better than mine.” She fakes complain and you roll your eyes at her. “Mom said you can go back to school when you want to. You can use a leg cast or something.”

“I don’t have to go to school, I already have better grades than you.” You joke and she sticks her tongue out at you.

Jamie spends the afternoon with you, and when she leaves Lena takes her place next to you, so you’re never alone.

“Did you manage to get any work done today?” You ask when she sits next to you. She pulls you to lay your head on her lap.

“Eh, who cares about that?” Lena says, while stroking your hair. “What I care about is that you didn’t eat enough today. You didn’t have breakfast, you barely touched your sandwich at lunch, and I saw that Jamie had to force you to eat your snack. So, what do you want me to make for you to eat, baby?”

“I’m ok.” You say and you hear a loud sigh in response. “Really, mom, you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh baby, all a mom does is worry.” She smiles and strokes your cheek. “Especially when her little monster stops eating.”

You smile at her, and close your eyes, getting comfortable enough to sleep. But you can’t, because Jamie’s words are in the back of your mind, and god dammit, she was right!

“Is, um, momma on a Supergirl call?” You ask, and your answer is Kara poking her head on your room.

“Nope. Why? Do you miss me already?” Kara says with a playful smile and she sits on your bed too. “Or do you want to talk to us about that thing Jamie was talking to you earlier?”

“Eavesdropping much?” You joke and Kara smiles at you. “It’s nothing. It’s old news.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about it.” Lena says and she helps you sit on your bed so you can look at them. “You were right baby. The reason why what you said hurt us so badly, it’s because you were right. We made a promise, and we should’ve kept it. I don’t want you to think that my job is more important than you. It is not. Nothing is.”

“Yeah.” Kara scootches over and wipes your tears. “CatCo, Supergirl, all of it, it’s just a job. This family is way more important than any of that. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I just don’t feel it sometimes.” You shrug, and you feel Lena kissing your temple, and Kara kissing your forehead at the same time.

“It’s our fault. And we’re going to work very hard to get better at that, ok?” Lena says and you agree with your head.

“But baby, you have to tell us how you feel. You can’t keep saying it doesn’t matter to you, when it’s hurting you so badly. We need to know, so we can do better.” Kara holds your hand and you breathe deep. Guess it’s time to say how you feel.

“It’s just… Everyone in school hates me. When I’m up there, after winning something, there’s no one in the crowd, besides Jamie, looking happy or proud of me.” You’re crying a little, but your moms are crying hard. “I guess I just wanted to see someone looking happy for me.”

There’re a few minutes of loud sobs, desperate noises and your moms repeating ‘we’re so sorry’ over and over again, until any of you can make up a complete sentence again.

“Baby, we’re sorry we never saw things like that. You just kept saying it wasn’t a big deal, and I guess we convinced ourselves of it because it was easier.” Lena is the first one to recover, wiping her tears on Kara’s shirt.

“We don’t want you to feel that you winning something, it's not important, no matter how small you think it is.” Kara squeezes your knee, reassuringly. “Everything you do is important to us. All your inventions make me so proud. I keep wishing that I was smart like you, just to create something out of thin air.”

“And your powers? And you saving me over and over again? You’re just a kid and you saved my life so many times it’s unbelievable.” Lena completes and you give her a little smile.

“We are so proud of you and everything that you accomplish, little one.” Kara cups your face and looks in your eyes. “So proud.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you two do.” You shrug, dismissive.

“Baby, you’re sixteen! You can’t compare a sixteen-year-old life to a forty-six.”

“Or seventy.” You say as a joke and Kara laughs tickling your waist.

“Prankster.” She smiles and, for the first time in a while, you smile too. A real one. “Besides, at sixteen I was in school getting passable grades and not saving a single soul. I didn’t even use my powers at your age! So, you’re better already.”

“I was in college, but I have to tell you, I was inventing way less important things than you’re right now.” Lena adds. “You don’t have to undersell your achievements. Because no matter what it is, we’re always very proud of you.”

It’s the first time you thought about it that way. You always thought that you saving two or three people, defeating one or two bad guys was literally nothing. And compared to your momma’s numbers it is nothing. But she has so many years in this superhero life, and you literally just started. People are just now knowing your name. It was not long ago when you got your first super suit. So, it’s not fair to yourself comparing your achievements to Kara’s.

And the same goes to Lena’s inventions. She obviously made the world a better place with all the things she created, and all the projects she supported with L Corp’s money. You haven’t even had the courage to put any of your inventions to mass production yet, so you can’t compare to them or you will never be satisfied with yourself.

Besides, they might be living pretty impressive lives, but you know they’re not perfect. There were some people Kara weren’t able to save, and there were breakthroughs Lena never had. They are amazing parents, but they’re not perfect, and it doesn’t matter, because you love them either way. And they will love you if you’re not perfect too.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Kara asks when you don’t talk for a while.

“That I have the best moms in the world.” You smile and they hug you at the same time. “No one can’t be perfect all the time. Not even the big Kara Zor-El or the great Lena Kieran Luthor.” You say, making her chuckle. “But you two come pretty damn close to it.”

“Yeah. No one is perfect, and we shouldn’t try to be.” Kara squeezes your face between her hands. “Being yourself is more than enough.”

“Oh, yes. You are more than we could ever have dreamed of, babygirl.” Lena adds and your heart almost jumps in your chest out of happiness.

“I’m glad you two are feeling like this, because I need a ride to the bathroom.” You look at Kara raising both of your eyebrows at the same time, and she picks you up immediately. “And mom? I think I can eat now.”

“I’ll order everything!” Lena gets up from the bed right away and you smile at them.

Yeah, they’re not perfect, but who needs perfection when they’re this awesome?

[merakiaes]

Worse Ways To Die - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

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Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: By @mrs-spookyd1az​

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: Possessive, cranky Oscar! Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. Please let me know what you think, I hope that you like it xx

Wordcount: 3724

Summary: Ruby and Jamal can’t keep their eyes off of you at the pool and Oscar has too much fun with it. However, he doesn’t find it as funny when strangers look at you. 

The time Oscar had both dreaded and hoped for his entire life had come; his dad had been released from prison and come back home.

Cesar was, of course, over the moon to finally get to know his dad, but Oscar, being the one who had been first-hand abandoned to raise his younger brother, was furious and hurt. And you… Living with the Diaz brothers permanently, you didn’t really know how to feel.

The atmosphere in the house wasn’t at all what you were used to. It wasn’t playful and loving anymore. It was tense and hostile, and most of all confusing.

In an attempt to cut down the negative feelings you tried your best to be civil with Ray no matter how angry you were about how bad he had hurt Oscar, but still tried to keep him out of the loop as much as you possibly could in order to make things comfortable for your boyfriend.

He had only been home for a few days, and he and Oscar had already had more fights than you could count on two hands.

You tried your best to help resolve things and find a middle ground for them when they just refused to co-operate, but at the end of the day, no matter if you were the long-term girlfriend of Oscar, it wasn’t any of your business so you didn’t pretend like it was by getting yourself mixed up into their conflicts.

The only thing you could do was be there for him, open your arms to him when he needed you and listen to his rants and make sure he knew that his feelings were justified and validated.

He had been a lot less openly loving toward you since Ray’s return, but you knew it was only because he was still trying to figure out what to feel, and you knew it wasn’t because of you. He was tense and irritated against pretty much anyone these days, and you were the only thing keeping him from blowing up.

He wasn’t just angry that he had waltzed back into their lives as if nothing had ever happened, however. More than anything, he was jealous of the way Cesar looked at him, like he was some kind of hero, despite the fact that it was he who had given up in his dreams to raise him.

You really felt his pain when you had to watch him watch them interact. More than anything, you wanted to sit Cesar down and tell him all of the things Oscar had ever done for him and compare them to all of the things Ray hadn’t, but you knew you couldn’t do that.

He needed to figure it out on his own, even if the only way to do so meant he would get his heart crushed like Oscar had all those years ago. It wouldn’t be pretty, but it would be necessary.

Today was one of the few days Cesar wasn’t attached at the hip with his dad.

You and Oscar had been sitting around in the kitchen when Cesar had emerged from his bedroom dressed in a tank and short, with a towel slung over his shoulder, telling you he was heading for the pool.

And in a last-moment decision and desperate attempt to connect with his mano again – although he would never admit it - Oscar had decided that you would go with him. And it was a good idea, as it would mean Oscar could relax some.

So, now here you were, getting out of the car that you had just parked outside the pool.

Cesar was the first one to get out, barely even sparing you a glance before heading off, going ahead to meet up with his friends inside.

While he hurried away, you and Oscar took your time, hands intertwined and swinging slowly between your bodies as you walked toward the entrance at a slow pace, your things packed into a bag that was slung across Oscar’s shoulder.

To avoid having to change inside the locker rooms, you were already dressed in your bikini, having thrown on a simple tank top and a pair on top for the car ride.

Oscar was already dressed too, in his black swimming trunks, a pair of flipflops and a blank t-shirt, so the only thing inside the bag hanging from his shoulder were two towels, your book and sunscreen. You didn’t really need much more for a day at the pool.

A minute later, you were walking through the people inside, heading straight for the spot where Cesar and the others had set up camp.

Jamal and Ruby were sitting in sunchairs, seemingly handing out sandwiches in exchange for money. Jasmine was sitting in the sun and Monse was doing the same, although lying down on a towel, and Cesar was sitting beside her, now only dressed in his shorts.

Cesar wasted no time in raising a hand in a wave, smiling at you as you approached even though you had seen him only two minutes ago. His wave alerted the others of your presence, their eyes averting to you.

“Sup, fools.” Oscar was the first to talk, dropping the bag down on the ground a meter away from them, claiming the spot as yours and barely sparing them a glance as he opened the bag and grabbed the towels, starting to put them down on the ground for you.

While he busied himself with that, you took the time to greet them more properly, smiling at them and raising your hand in a wave. “Hey, guys.”

Jasmine and Monse greeted you from their spots and Cesar smiled, while Jamal and Ruby stared at you with looks that you could only describe as the ones the guys in high school used to give you when they overestimated their game when trying to get in your pants.

It was much cuter when it was Jamal and Ruby, though. They were younger than you and it wasn’t a secret that they both harbored some kind of horny teenage crush on you, something Oscar wasn’t all too fond of.

But you found it adorable, and amusing more than anything.

Jamal puckered his lips out slightly, without a doubt in an attempt to make himself more attractive, while Ruby gave you a confident head-nod, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Sup, mamita.” The overly cocky boy greeted you, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You knew he had the hots for you but that wasn’t at all what you had expected. Still, an amused expression fell upon both yours and Cesar’s faces as you exchanged a glance.

But Oscar didn’t find it half as amusing, looking up from the bag and raising a challenging eyebrow, dropping the bag again and standing back up to his full height. “You trying to move in on my girl, pequeño?”

Ruby and Jamal widen their eyes, share a glance before looking back to your boyfriend and shaking their heads violently.

“No, no, I wouldn’t even think about hitting on your girl, Osca- Mr. Spooky, sir. She’s yours.” Ruby quickly defended himself, and Jamal rapidly nodded his head.

“He would never!” He agreed.

Oscar gave them an amused smirk, nodding his head. “That’s right. She’s mine, and if I see you little putas checking her out-“

“We would never!” Jamal repeated, a feign shocked look on his face and their eyes as big as saucers at this point.

“No!” Ruby joined in. “We don’t even find her attractive!”

Jamal’s head whipped around to his best friend and his hand flew out to slap him on his shoulder as a disapproving sound left his lips.

Oscar’s eyebrows shot up, eyes narrowing into slits and his feet taking him a step closer to the two boys. “Are you calling mi reina ugly?”

Jamal let out a sound resembling a whine, pushing himself back into his chair while Ruby was left to fend for himself. “No!” He quickly denied. “She’s really hot! I mean beautiful, I mean, she’s not our type.” He cleared his throat toward the end, trying to play it cool.

“She’s everyone’s type.” A feign offended look overcame Oscar’s face again, causing the panic to return to Ruby and Jamal’s in an instant.

“I-“

You couldn’t deny the exchange was funny as hell to witness, your boyfriend’s teasing making it hard for you to keep your laughter in. But you managed to hold it back in the end and hit him in the back of his head at the sight of the genuinely terrified looks on their faces, swallowing your laughter.

“Oscar, stop messing with them.” You scolded in a lighthearted manner and he turned to you, giving you a smirk while the two boys were still looking about ready to piss themselves.

They didn’t relax until Oscar turned his back on them, turning his attention elsewhere. 

He grabbed the end of his tank top and pulled it over his head without another word, sitting down on one of the towels, the one closest to the boys.

You followed his example and sat down, still dressed in your clothes, and grabbed the sunscreen from the bag, popping the lid open and nudging your boyfriend’s arm.

“Turn around.” You instructed, causing him to turn his head to look at you.

He spotted the pink bottle in your hand and instantly shook his head, turning his head back forward stubbornly. “No. You’re not putting that shit on me.” He refused. “It smells like flowers.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored him, pouring some into your palm and rubbing your hands together. “You know you burn easily.” You argued. “Stop being a perra and turn around, or I’m leaving.”

Glancing at you, he scoffed, but didn’t protest any further, turning his back to you. “Puta.” He swore.

In return, you slapped your sunscreen-covered hands onto his back, smirking when he flinched from the cold. “Pendejo.”

“Pineapple.” Came the voice of Jamal from beside Oscar and the two of you, along with everyone else, turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, causing him to look around at you, confused. “What? I thought we were naming things starting with P.”

“Idiot.” Cesar laughed and you just shook your head, starting to rub the sunscreen into the skin of Oscar’s back, shoulders and arms.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but despite the fact that the lotion smelled like an old lady, he enjoyed the feeling of your hands kneading his tense muscles. His eyes closed and his forehead leaned on his arms that were in turn resting on top of his knees.

Once your hands were close to dry and every inch of his upper body had been covered, you pressed a kiss to his neck and turned to his younger brother who was sitting a small distance away with a smile.

“Do you want me to do your back, too?” You asked, the motherly instinct coming automatically at this point. You had, after all, helped care for him ever since you met Oscar.

Cesar smiled and nodded his head. “Sure.” He said and stood up, walking over to where you were sitting.

You scooted back to make room for him in front of you on your towel and smirked at Oscar, who was already looking at you, when his little brother sat down with no protest.

You raised an eyebrow. “You see that?” You asked, squirting some more sunscreen into your palm and repeating the procedure. “Your brother doesn’t complain like a little bitch.”

Oscar shook his head in annoyance, standing back up. “Whatever. I’m hitting the pool. You coming?” He looked down at you, and you shook your head with a smile, not taking his attitude to heart.

“I’ll be there in a bit.” You promised, finishing putting the sunscreen on Cesar and putting the bottle back down into the bag. “I want to lay in the sun for a bit first.”

He nodded his head, leaning down to give you a quick peck to the lips before walking away. 

Cesar stood up too, going back to his spot beside Monse, and you took that as the perfect time to undress, standing up and beginning to unbutton your shorts.

Beside you, Ruby’s hand immediately flew down to his crotch where he adjusted his shorts, his eyes flickering between you and the pool repeatedly. “Oh no, it’s happening.”

Jamal, also trying his hardest to avert his gaze hit his friend upside the head. “Control yourself, be strong!”

But he was fucked too when he glanced back to you only to see you pulling your tank top over your head, your stomach toned as you stretched your arms up, the real goods being revealed. 

“Oh no.” He whimpered, and Jasmine glared at them from her spot.

“You guys, don’t be disrespectful.” She scolded them in a hushed voiced, keeping it low as to not draw your attention where you were now busying yourself with smearing sunscreen over your chest.

The two boys didn’t even seem to hear her, their mouths falling agape and their eyes widening at the sight. 

Cesar watched the scene unfold from his spot, shaking his head with amusement, knowing that his brother would quite literally kill them if he came back right then.

So he took matters into his own hands, deciding to protect his eventually-to-be sister-in-law from the prying eyes of his friends by throwing one of his flipflops at them, causing them to look at him just as you turned your attention back to them.

“Who wants to do my back?” You questioned with a bright smile, holding the bottle up for all to see and being completely oblivious to what had just been happening.

Jamal and Ruby were up on their feet in no time, their hands stretching into the air. “Me!” They spoke simultaneously, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I’ll do it.” Cesar stood up before they could say anything else, walking over to where you were standing and shoving his friends back into their seats as he passed them.

You thanked him when he took the bottle from you, pulling your hair over your shoulder and holding your arms over your breasts to keep your top in place as Cesar undid the knot at your back and wasted no time in starting to put on the sunscreen.

He was pretty much the only one who could touch you without Oscar throwing a fit, he knew, so even though they would be mad at him for a week for robbing them of the opportunity to touch you, he had just done them a huge favor.

Lifesaving, really. 

Once he finished doing your back, he tied your top back up and you adjusted the front before turning to smile at him. “Gracias.” You thanked him, kissing his cheek, and he nodded with a smile of his own.

He only got the time to make his way back to his original spot before you were approached by some other guy, the stranger waltzing up to you with pure confidence in his step.

Kind as you were, you smiled at him, thinking he was just going to pass by, but instead, he stopped right in front of you, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

The guy raised a hand to scratch his neck, looking at you from through his sunglasses. “I’m sorry if this is extremely forward but I saw you from across the pool and just thought you were so beautiful, I couldn’t stay away. Would it be possible to get your number?”

He flashed a near-flawless smile, but of course, it wasn’t Oscar’s. Now, his smile could make you weak at the knees.

You offered him a sad smile back. “No, I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.” You answered. “But I’m flattered.”

Letting people down was always hard for you. Not because you were interested or felt bad for them, but because you hated being put in awkward positions. Luckily, this guy didn’t seem to be a creep, but rather a decent human being, which always made things easier.

His face fell. “Oh, damn.” He swore, letting his hand drop from his neck. “Where is he now then? Your boyfriend, I mean.”

“He’s… around.” You told him, not even sure yourself. The place was crowded on this hot day and he could have been anywhere. “And he’s really protective so you should go before he comes back.” You added, knowing that Oscar would make a bigger deal out of it than needed if he came back and found you talking to some other guy.

And just your luck, he chose just this time to return, his form appearing behind the guy and heading straight for you, a glare already resting on his face and his fists clenched at his sides, showing you that he had already caught sight of you.

“Yeah, actually you should go right now.” Jamal agreed with a nervous laugh, looking behind him.

As everyone else’s eyes also found Oscar’s quickly approaching form, the guy you still hadn’t learned the name of turned around too, eyes growing wide with anxiety as he caught sight of the tall and muscular cholo coming straight for him.

“Who’s this?” Oscar wasted no time in getting up in his face as he reached you. “Who are you? Were you talking to my girl? Because we’re gonna have a problem if you were, blanco.”

You hurried to step in between them, the guy taking a step back out of fear. “He was just leaving.” You told him, holding him in place.

The guy nodded his head, agreeing with you and taking another step back. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry.” He turned to you then, offering you a quick nervous smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

Returning his smile, you nodded, fastening your grip on Oscar’s arms as he jerked forward slightly. “It was nice to meet you, too. Bye.”

And with that, he turned around and walked away. 

Oscar’s eyes followed his form all the way until he was out of his line of sight, and once he was gone, he tore himself out of your grip, his body dripping with water.

“Nice to meet you, huh?” He questioned with a glare. “You interested in other guys now?”

You only rolled your eyes, far too used to his jealous behavior. And it was even more understandable now with the anger he was building up with his dad being back. “Calm down. I’m not worried about you having side chicks so you shouldn’t either.”

“Bitch, the only side chicks I’ll ever have is your other personalities.” He fired back.

“Funny.” You glared, not batting an eye at the insult. “Calm down before you do something you regret.”

He glared back, taking a step closer to you and taking you into his arms. “I think I might need some motivation not to kill anyone.” He said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

The glare on your face instantly fell and a chuckle left your lips at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin. “I can’t fuck you if you’re in prison, papi.” You answered, hands coming up to hold on to his upper arms while his roamed your waist, the two of you not caring in the slightest that you were in public.

Ruby and Jamal watched from behind you, now munching on a sandwich each in a desperate attempt to keep their cool, eyes wide as your words reached their ears.

“God, that’s hot.”

Oscar’s face instantly whipped up from your neck, eyes landing on Ruby at the sound of his voice, the two boys jumping in their seats and letting out sounds of surprise.

But you were right behind him, raising one of your hands to grab a hold of his chin and turning his head to look at you with a glare. “What’d I tell you, huh? Leave them alone.” You instructed, feeling his body tense against yours.

You leaned in and pecked his lips chastely, moving your hands to his where they were resting on the small of your back and prying them away, taking them in yours.

“Let’s go for a swim.” You said, and he said nothing, simply letting you drag him away from the younglings.

As you walked away, his hand found its way down to your ass, squeezing the flesh while glaring at Jamal and Ruby over his shoulder.

The two of them watched with wide eyes, unable to tear their eyes away from his no matter how scared they were, and their eyes only widened further when Oscar raised his other hand to his eyes and used his pointer and middle finger to do an ‘I see you’-gesture at them.

Noticing what he was doing, you slapped his chest and forced him to turn back forward, and only then did Ruby and Jamal let out the breaths they had no idea they had been holding until then, the sight causing Cesar to break out into laughter.

They turned to him, both of them sporting a furious glare each. “How can you be laughing right now?!” Ruby exclaimed, eyes struck with fear. “He’s going to kill us!”

Cesar only nodded as his laughter died down to an easy chuckle, his eyebrows raising in agreement. “If you keep looking at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat then yeah, probably. And it won’t be painless.”

“Oh, man.” Jamal cried, forcing the entirety of the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, causing the rest of his words to come out muffled. “I’m too young to die.”

For the first time that entire time, Monse, who had been sunbathing peacefully on her towel alongside Jasmine, sat up and removed her sunglasses, looking at them.

“Well, there’s a simple solution.” She deadpanned, holding herself up on her elbows.

Jamal and Ruby turned to her with a mixture of doubt and desperation in their eyes, asking. “What?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders, giving them a sarcastic and annoyed smile. “Just don’t look.” She answered, and with that, put her sunglasses on again and laid back down, leaving the boys to look at Cesar, who simply gave them a shrug and grin in agreement.

They knew it was the only solution, but for two horny teenage boys, keeping their eyes to themselves was easier said than done, and at second thought, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst way to die.

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Morning like this.

Kara Danvers x reader, Kara Danvers x Adopted Kid reader

Notes: Hey guys! I hope all of you are okay and safe! I’m sorry for not uploading anything lately, its just been a long week. I hope you guys like this one-shot, its actually my favorite!

I will be looking out for feedback, comments, suggestions and more. Thank you guys for reading and I hope you guys have a great day! Maybe, maybe you guys could have part 12 of Tolerate It tonight so... 

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The sunlight came slightly into the room. The smell of coconut invaded the room. The quietness and calmness of the apartment. The soft breeze coming through the open window in the living room.

The earliness of the day made the sky clear, with the slight coldness as a few clouds shifting around the sky that Supergirl flew. The world’s champion flew across the beloved city, with a tired expression and a small smile on her face, when the familiar sound of your heartbeat kept her grounded and calm after a week-long emergency in Smallville, a call for Supergirl from Superman.

The earliness of the morning and the coldness of the apartment, made you cling harder to the white comforter covering you. Your full bed is overwhelmed with pillows and stuffed toys. 

Your bedroom walls with posters of your favorite movies. Piles of books lying on your right side of the bed. While the desk was packed in papers and computer and camera gear. Some clothes on the floor and others hanging on the desk chair and puff. 

Kara flew inside the apartment, softly landing in the living room. Trying to keep the calmness and the quietness of the place. Your breathing and heartbeat could be made clear into her ears as she walked through the apartment. 

As the blonde made her way to your room, you stirred solely and slowly awake. Noticing her figure, when you blinked your eyes as you felt her presence. Kara immediately went to your side, softly humming to the same lullaby, she had once received from her mother.

The soft song made you calm, as you felt the worries slip away. You reach out murmuring to your mom before the blonde could move away. “Jeju’s cuddles, miss you”

Supergirl's smile grew immediately as she reached to accommodate the hair out of your face before giving you a forehead kiss. The blonde turned away and sped into her room and came back with the same style PJ as you. Immediately getting into the bed holding you against her chest, you cuddle into her as she did.

Your mother started to hum the lullaby, as your eyes started to become more and more tired over time, slowly losing yourself in your sleep. 

“Sweet dreams, little one. I'm here now” Kara looked down at you as you clung more into her shirt, just like you did when your nightmares happened. The blonde reporter stopped as she comfortably snuggled into you, kissing your forehead before murmuring falling asleep after she did. 

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You woke up to feel the soft and small sunlight hitting your eyes, and the two familiar arms of your mother, holding you protectively as she slept safe and soundly.

Three years ago you wouldn't have thought that you would find a safe home, where you would be loved and cared about. After growing up 12 years in an abusive home, you spent 1 year in an adopting center. Before your mother had met you, and after two weeks took you home. 

The first year was difficult in any aspect, not because she made it difficult but because you had never had a good motherly figure, that would care and love you no matter what. The opening up was the hardest, what had happened, what were your nightmares about, how would you feel, if you need it anything, if you needed help, everything. The part that scared you the most it was that the blonde reporter and family had always been too calm and relax for everything. There were always hugs, and words of encouragement going around the house. Which you had received in your childhood.

All of your walls had come down when a panic attack had come up to you, minutes before going to Midvale for the holidays. Also happening two months before your first anniversary of staying with your mom. 

Flashback- 2 years ago

The diversity of cleanness of the apartment could be distinguished by everyone. The sun entered through the white blinds as you packed for the first holidays with Kara. Your room begins a neutral white with a black bed and a small stack of books at the side of your desk. 

You checked the list you had done days before, making sure there wasn't anything out of place. Anxiety not leaving your chest nor your mind. You wanted to be silently perfect for the blonde reporter, you knew she looked up for the holidays, and having the world on her shoulders wasn't easy, and neither was taking care of you.

Your insecurities flew right in when you had thought of how Kara and Alex had talked about kids, the night before, when you overheard Alex telling her sister how she wanted a little munchkin running and laughing around the house, helping them grow up to become these strong and independent persons. And Kara had agreed with the redhead. 

You thought that you could not handle greater pain than the one your parents had inflicted on you emotionally when you grew up. But the feeling of your heartbreaking the moment you heard the words of your foster mother come out of her mouth was more than enough to break you all over again, and this time feeling unfixable. 

You sat on the bed as you let the thoughts come in. Was she going to send you back? You really weren't enough for anyone, and more the perfect mother from a fairytale. If she was going to send you back, why did she do all of what she did? Why the protectiveness and the caringness she had or you, if she knew you were going to lose it at the end?

You didn't want to be alone. You wanted to be enough. You wanted to be there, you didn't want anything else, all you wanted was someone to think you were worth it. But you weren't, you weren't enough

Your fears and insecurities began to pressure your chest. Began to cloud your mind and everything began to be consumed by your insecurities and fears. Your breath got caught in your throat as you tried to get air. Everything started to fade away slowly and painfully. Your hands started to sweat as more of the air you tried to breathe came out. 

Kara was working on the last few things in her room, when she walked to the living room, calling out for you if you need help and that you guys should be leaving pretty soon. The blonde waited for your response as she tried to give you the privacy you deserved. 

After a few seconds without a response, she turned on you and your heartbeat. Only to hear an accelerated heartbeat and small heartbreaking sobs and gasp of air from you. 

She immediately sped to the room and brought your attention. The blonde immediately softly grabbed one of your hands and put it in her chest before speaking “Sweetie, I need you to breathe with me, in and out. Just follow my breathing okay?”

Your clouded mind realized her statement as you tried, your hand in her chest as she breathed in and out deeply trying to help you. You couldn't do it, you felt something closing all of your air as you whispered brokenly “Jeju, I can't-, I can't ”

Kara was taken back by your words, it was the first time you had called her mom. And neither less in her native language. Getting out of the shock, when she noticed the tears slipped out of your eyes, she spoke again this time grabbing your attention, as she hugged you tightly, not letting you out of her embrace.“It's okay, little one. You are okay”

You fought against her protective embrace until the words came out of her mouth. “You are here, I’m here, and you are not going anywhere, Y/N”

The minutes passed and your foster mom had never let you go. She had held you tightly, whispering words of reassurance as you went to the panic attack. You stayed there clinging to her, tears coming down your eyes just like a kid crying after their parents left. 

You slowly cleaned your tears before speaking up, it was quiet and scared but the blonde immediately reacted. “I’m sorry, I know you don't even want to deal with me, a broken teenager-”

“Y/N, little one, you don't have anything to be sorry about-” Kara interrupted as she stepped away from the embrace, her face in complete worry and confusion. 

Your glance never leaves the ground, searching for any interesting points to distract your eyes from crying. You responded quickly stopping to take a deep breath when you felt everything rumble down together “I do because you had to put up with me, a broken kid from an abusive home. Who has more emotional baggage than three people together? I know I wasn't what you want and neither what you deserve because you are a perfect mom- ”

“Y/N, What are you talking about?” The blonde reporter asked this time walking closer to you, putting her hands on your shoulders. Her voice breaking at the end. Not understanding the situation.

“I know you are going to take me back, and you are going to get one or maybe two little kids who are going to grow up to be perfect, and you deserve them. So if you want me to” You claimed this time looking up, to look into your foster mom’s eyes. Tears overwhelming yours as you tried to hide them. As the last words left your mouth an obvious and noticeable break as a sob came out. 

“Leave, or you want me to take me to the center today. It’s fine, I want to thank you for letting me stay all this time and I will get the things I brought when I first came right away” You looked back down cleaning your tears, and cleared your throat before speaking again with more calmness as you felt everything break down.

Kara looked at you, closing and opening her mouth a few times. With tears in her eyes, she put her arms out and brought you into a hug, letting you cry silently in her shoulder, expecting to be the end. 

The blonde shakes her head before speaking, after grabbing your face softly by your cheeks, having all of your attention. “You are not going anywhere, sweetie. I want you here, I want my kid. If you want that too and if you don't then I'm going to let you go for you to be happy okay?”

“I don't wanna be alone, I wanna stay here with you, Jeju” Cleaning your tears with her thumbs, you whispered again and again as you cried. 

She whispered motherly, comforting you as the two of you hugged again. She set various kisses on your head as she put her chin on the top of your head. “Then you are not going anywhere, Y/N, and nothing is going to hurt you” 

You mention, this time pulling away completely. Trying not to keep your walls up, evading an emotional attachment. “But, but you deserve the perfect kids running and laughing around the house, Kara”

“Little one, you are my perfect kid, I don't want any other kid, I want you” Kara spoke again, 

Supergirl smiled sadly when you started to cry murmuring. Making her cry too “I want you too, Jeju, I don't want another mom”

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You stood at the basketball court playing with Maggie. As your Jeju, and Alex stood at the door of the house each one of them with a cup of chocolate watching you guys play unfairly, hitting each other and playing around. 

All of you had sweaters with the Danvers the last name in the back and a small cookie man in the front top. Your hair was up and you had grey sweats just like your blonde adoptive mom. 

The breeze of Midvale had a tinted of coldness and ocean. The smell of Eliza’s chocolate pecan pie invaded everyone's noses. And the soft Christmas music rounded around the house. The light of the late afternoon illuminating the backyard and the court as you guys were outside. 

The redhead looked at her blonde sister as she watched you in pride. As you made a perfect three-point right in Maggie’s face, just to do a small victory dance while you laughed loudly throwing your head back, immediately starting to run yelling as the brunette detective chase after you “Jeju, help” 

Alex spoke hugging her sister by the side. As she noticed it was the first time you had called her mom and had been so open to them “Y/N is really your perfect kid”

“Yeah, I wouldn't change my kid for anything in the world,” The blonde said with a wide smile before you went running into her arms as Maggie stopped chasing you as she stopped to recover her breath.

Flashback back ends 

The smell of chocolate chip pancakes and coffee invaded the apartment smell. The sunlight came through the open blinds of the apartment. The small breeze coming into the apartment through the window your mom had entered after a week of beginning away from home. 

Pancakes, waffles, bacon, and coffee surrounding you on the kitchen island. The pile of your mom’s pancake with chocolate and blueberry inside and your pile with pure chocolate chips and slices of strawberries. The two coffee cups with remarkable tags, Kara’s with a ‘Best Supermom ever’ and yours with a ‘Best kid ever’, at the side of each pancake tray. The waffles on a griddle with the lowest heat. The mountain of bacon in the middle of the two seats. The ice cream scoop inside of a cup of water waiting to be used. Chocolate chips, butter maple, chocolate, and strawberry sirup at the side of the table. And the birthday cake sprinkles at the side of the mountain of bacon. 

You hummed quietly to the music coming through your lead-covered earbuds made by your Aunt Lena. Taylor Swift sounded through them as you danced quietly around the kitchen, as you finished preparing the breakfast for you and your mom. 

The blonde had left after an urgent situation where Superman or your uncle Clarke needed her help. She was too scared to take you with her, after you had gotten lost in Star City with Nora West-Allen getting to a bar, where the two of you almost got inside, only getting stopped by ‘The Flash and Supergirl’ with frowns on their faces.

The two of you were being mind-controlled by one of the metahumans causing you guys to do things that would get you in trouble. Just like it did with every other teenager causing trouble all around the city. 

You were caught off guard when the two familiar arms of your Jeju hugged you and spun you around as you took off the earbuds. With a smile on her face as she spoke first eyeing all of the food with pride and love before kissing your forehead. “You are really perfect, little one”

“It's nothing, Jeju. We can't just keep living out of takeout and in aunt Alex’s words ‘Your Rao awfully food’ ” You said laughing before throwing her your apron, only for her to catch it with a dramatic gasp. 

She said as she sat on the barstool looking directly into her pancakes while putting the syrup on top. She spoke, making you laugh “I'm not going to leave you again, ever again. Miss you too much”

“Jeju, are you talking about my pancakes or me?” You teased as you filled her coffee cup and yours before sitting beside her. 

Your mother looked back and forward between the pile of pancakes and you, getting out her famous crinkle before speaking. Making you pout, as you kept eating your small pile of two chocolate chip pancakes “Both...”

“Kidding, baby. I’m talking about my favorite kid in the world” She said bringing you into a hug, before starting to tickle you as you remain silent with a pout. 

Your giggles and her laugh covered the apartment. Your blonde mother tickled you until you asked her to stop. Tears coming out of your eyes from the hard laughing. Your Jeju looked worriedly at you as you started to clean your tears, noticing her expression, you immediately stopped as shaken your head giving her a hug of reassurance. 

“I’m your only kid” You spoke, taking a piece of bacon out of her plate with a challenging smile on your face, as you did. Your mother gasped and looked at you shocked before the two of you laughed completely.

 Your mom said as she grabbed the piece of bacon on your plate playfully as revenge with a smile making you nod and smile back. “I missed the mornings, morning like this“

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“Rock, paper, scissors. And we choose between Y/F/M and the Wizard of Oz” You said as you laid on the couch cuddled into your mom. With donuts, chocolate bars, popcorn, ice cream waffles, and pizza laying all on the coffee table in front of you guys.

The blonde reporter responded as she took her arm out and started the game. “Okay then, game on kid”

The two of you with a serious commitment to winning, only to get to an agreement after the two of you became tied in the game. First, you guys were going to watch your Y/F/M and then Wizard of Oz. With smiles on your faces as the two of you stuffed yourself while sunning on the couch surrounded by blankets and pillows.

You were eating the waffle not noticing your face now was stained with cookies and cream ice cream in your face. Your mom laughed before grabbing the napkin on the table, cleaning your face making you pout as she did. 

Your Jeju shook her face before speaking, bringing you into her arms again as she moved her hand through your hair. “You are and always will be my kid. My perfect kid”

“I'm nowhere near perfect, Jeju” You responded as insecurities flooded your head, clinging more into your mom’s blue shirt.

She murmured into your head as she kissed the top of it. As you nodded and hugged her tighter as a response. The breeze of the midmorning coming through the window making you guys throw another blanket on you guys “For me, you would always be” 

And even though it went unsaid you know she knew. You had finally found your place, your family, your home, your mother and you wouldn't change it for anything in the world. Your mother had helped you become the best person you could be and you couldn't be more grateful to her and Rao after that.

Even though she could have picked out any other kid in the world, she had chosen you even though you were just a boring human and she was a super, the champion of earth, the strongest and best person on the planet. She had chosen you to help you grow up, to give you a family and you still couldn't believe it, but you were going to hold on to it as long as you could. And you believe your mother when she told you she wasn't going to let you go.

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

I'll be making this into a long fic, but for now I chose to keep it short. Hermitcraft x Dream SMP crossover

Title: button

Grian sat down at the oak wood table, brow furrowed. Another day, another failed attempt to reconnect to Hermitcraft. The strange glitch that had caused the border to fall in the first place must have been repaired, for the world border was back up and running. His communicator didn’t work outside of his home server, and Phil’s crows (who insisted on following the man everywhere, and who Phil had put up to the task of flying between the severs, trying to gather intel on the border glitch and if people were trying to find him) haven’t delivered any news. 

    The builder glanced out the window as the sun set over the horizon. Past that was Hermitcraft. His home. What was Mumbo doing? Scar? Iskall? Xisuma? How was the war progressing without him? Did anyone notice his absence? No, Grian, don’t get sad. Happy thoughts only...Happy thoughts. 

    “Grain!” 

    Torn away from his thoughts, Grian looked up to see Philza, his dark grey wings fluffed up in distress. “Wil’s sent a letter.” The avian said, holding up a piece of paper. 

    “Well, that’s good!” Phil had been under extreme stress these past couple of days since Wilbur hadn’t sent a letter in weeks and the past few he had sent were...concerning, to say the least. “What’s it say?” 

    Another letter should have been a relief, but from the look on Phil’s face, Grian concluded that this letter was everything except relief.

    “It’s just a date, time, and coordinates. November 16th, noon, with a set of coords in L’Manberg…” Phil’s voice trailed off as his dark emerald eyes scanned the page, over and over, as if he were looking for more writing than just a simple date. 

    “That’s tomorrow, innit?” Grian questioned, trying to distract the man from his distress. That’s how Grian ignored his. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. “I mean, you’ll be able to see your sons, check up on Wil?” 

    “Something doesn’t feel right about this, Grain.” Even after all this time together, Phil still called him Grain. Grian stifled a laugh, as it wasn’t the appropriate time to giggle. “His last few letters concerned me. He mentioned something in his last one about 11 and a half stacks of TNT.” Phil looked Grian dead in the eye and whispered, “Grain, I think Wilbur is going to blow L’Manberg!” 

    “But why?” Grian attempted to rationalize with the distraught Phil, who was now pacing across the room making stressed-out bird noises. “He won the election, shouldn’t he be content with that?” This type of stuff never happened on Hermitcraft. There were never serious talks of blowing up anyone’s builds, much less an entire country! The only time TNT is used is in pranks, and they always helped clean up after. 

    “You clearly don’t know Wilbur...He’s a force of chaos, I’ll tell you that. A creative little shit who always comes up with new ways to get what he wants. If he wants L’Manberg gone, then he’ll go to crazy lengths to achieve that goal.”

    Silence fell. 

    “We need to get to L’Manberg. Now. It’s about a day’s flight from here, and we need to leave now if we want to get there as fast as fucking possible.” Phil tucked the letter into the pocket of his dark green kimono and flexed his wings. Unlike Grian, who used the sleek and slim elytra to fly about, Philza had a pair of actual feathery wings. Upon arrival, Phil explained that he was a bird hybrid, also known as an avian. He had feathers on the sides of his face and neck with elfish ears. Back on Hermitcraft, every member of the server was human. 

Grian and Phil started out on their journey north, towards the world border of Dream SMP. The sun had risen, and the world border was in sight. Phil stated that Dream, the apparent Admin of the server, had agreed to let up the border for a few seconds to let Phil and Grian inside. Phil took a rest on a tree, breathing heavily after hours of non-stop flight.  

“You alright, Big P?” If Phil could nickname him Grain, Grian would nickname him as well. A smile twinged across Phil’s face. 

“Ahh...You sound so much like my youngest, Tommy. He says that to people too. You remind me of him so much. Right down to your red shirt and the aura of pure, unbridled chaos you emit.” 

Both men laughed. Grian really enjoyed Phil’s laugh, and despite how giggly and giddy the avian usually was, it had been a few days since he had last heard him laugh. Wilbur’s lack of letters had really spooked him. 

“Will you stay?” 

“Hmm?” 

“In L’Manberg. I mean, it’s closer to your sons.” 

Phil shrugged and drank a potion of strength, and stood. 

“I might, depending on what happens. If my theory is correct, and Wilbur is going to blow the place up, then I’ll probably stay. Just to help him out and help clean up y’know? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to come home. Before you got here, I was...really lonely.” 

“Well, you won’t be lonely anymore! Since I can’t return home yet, I’ll be your friend so you don’t have to be lonely!” 

“Thanks, Grain.” 

“You’re welcome, Big P!” 

The two rose and started to fly towards the world border. Maybe Grian could make a new home on Dream SMP. The builder already started making plans for an epic build, having a vague idea in his head. However, he would have to inspect the landscapes available to see what his block palette would be and what style his build would be. Grian thought of his mansion back home and wanted to build something similar to remember it. 

“Oi! Grain! You there mate?” 

Grian shook his head as he was, again, dragged from his daydreams by Phil. They had arrived at the world border. “I’ve sent word to Dream, he should be letting us in soon.” 

“Alrighty! What kind of base do you want to build if you stay?”

    Phil just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t know just yet. Don’t want to start anything too ambitious, like a Hardcore project.” 

Grian kept forgetting that this man held the world record for the longest Hardcore run. Phil was only 5”4 and didn’t look that intimidating. He looked loving and fatherly, and Grian considered Phil to be like a father to him. But the man was a dedicated Hardcore player, and could easily take Grian down in a fight. It scared him, sometimes, about how little he actually knew about Phil. 

“Alright, mate, let’s go.” The blue striped border had been removed by the mysterious admin, and the two flew into Dream SMP. Grian felt a buzz from his communicator and pulled it from his pocket. 

<Grian joined the game>  

<Ph1LzA joined the game> 

Unlike in Hermitcraft, when a member joins the server (especially a new member), the entire chat would be flooded with ‘hello!’ messages. However, on the Dream SMP, there were one or two directed at Phil. How peculiar. Phil went silent as they flew over the woods and forest. In the distance, Grian could see what appeared to be a city. That must be L’Manberg. It wasn’t as big or as grand as some builds on Hermitcraft, heck his own base would have taken up over half of the area if he lived there. On a tall pole lay what Grian assumed was the flag of L’Manberg, inky black, with a fiery red arch and X. Interesting design. Phil didn’t go into the city, however, he flew towards the coordinates that Wilbur had written in his letter, his brow furrowed. Fireworks crackled and popped throughout L’Manberg. 

Grian landed with Phil, in front of a small tunnel that bore deep into a hill that was just outside the country. 

“It’s now or never. Grain, stay behind me.” Phil tucked the letter away and led Grian through the tunnel, and into a compact stone room. Carved into the wall were words. No, not just words. Lyrics. 

I heard there was a special place, 

where men could go and emancipate. 

From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers. 

Well, this place was real, you needn’t fret, 

With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret. 

It’s a very big place, not blown up L’Manberg. 

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG…

Those lyrics were carved all over the stone walls, and in the middle, was a stone button. In front of that button, was Philza’s eldest son, Wilbur. 

Grian had never actually seen Wilbur before, only in an old picture of when Phil, Wilbur, and Phil’s other two sons, Tommy and Technoblade, won MCC 4. In that picture, Wilbur wore a cute yellow sweater with a brown beanie, with a shimmering smile on his face. 

The man that stood before them now was not that person. It couldn’t be. Wilbur stood, hunched over a stone button, whispering to himself. He donned a brown trenchcoat and ditched the beanie. 

“What are you doing?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to face them. His eyes had no emotion in them, his smile no longer shimmered. Standing before them was an insane man. 

“I will admit,” Wilbur said. His voice sent a chill down Grian’s spine, “Do you know what this is? What this button is?” Phil’s speculations appeared to be true. Wilbur was trying to destroy L’Manberg. 

“Uh huh. I do.” How, how could Phil be so calm? 

“Have you heard the song? The song on the walls?” Wilbur’s fingers gently ran over the words ‘MY L’MANBERG’. His eye twitched, “I was just making a big point you know? About how there was a special place, it was a special place. But that's not there anymore.” Wil’s voice lowered to a hush. 

“It is there, Wil, it's out there.” 

“PHIL I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON! I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES--” Voices from above cut Wilbur off. Grian could hear footsteps above them. Wilbur turned his eyes to the stone ceiling and lowered his voice. “Oh they're going to come…I need to block this off.” Wilbur hastily piled blackstone bricks in the doorway, which not only sealed whoever “they” were out, but also sealed Grian, Phil, and Wilbur in.

“Oh Phil...I’ve been here so many times.” 

Numerous fireworks exploded outside. 

<Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade> 

“Oh they’re fighting, they’re fighting…” WIlbur whispered, sounding tired. 

“And you just want to...to blow it all up? You fought so hard for this land, Wilbur, and you just want to...destroy it all?” Phil tried to reason.

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore, Phil, I could press it, and it might--”

“Do you want to risk it? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.” 

Wilbur seemed to hear him. His breathing got heavier as he returned to that hunched over position over the stone button. What was this place? Nothing serious ever happened on Hermitcraft. There were no seriously high stakes, there were no serious threats, no serious danger. It was all in good fun. 

“There...there was a saying, Phil...by, uh, by a traitor. Once part of L’Manberg, don’t know if you ever heard of Eret, but he had a saying.” 

Wilbur looked up at Phil. Grian could see the familiar resemblance between the two, they shared emerald green eyes. 

“It was never meant to be.” Wilbur whispered that phrase, and pressed the stone button. 

[splintergirl13]

So here is a little head cannon I thought of while reading your fan fic.

What if herobrine never had/celebrated his birthday so he forgot when it was, so Steve and Alex pick a day and celebrate his birthday with him. (P.s. sorry I have horrific grammer)

I liked this idea so much I made a little drabble under the read more :3 I hope it is worthy of such an great headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask! It fills me with joy to hear that people are thinking about my story lol <3. And don't worry. Grammar is hard and doesn't make any sense. I feel your pain

Before we dive in: this takes place pretty earlier into Steve and Brine becoming friends. So they are just starting to pine. Not in a relationship yet. Alex and Brine are still a little wary of each other but have come to accept that they are stuck with each other.

I'd say this is rated teen for just some small strong language lol

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The Birthday Brine

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It was a hot, lazy summer afternoon. Too nice to spend down in the mines. But a little too warm to do any strenuous activities.

So Alex and Steve decided to go on down to the small river they frequented on days like today. A secluded area where the water pooled deep enough to swim. And, of course, Herobrine tagged along. As was becoming more of the norm these days.

Steve was lying comfortably in the shade of a few trees on the bank of the river. Legs in the water; small waves lapped up to his knees as the water went by. Arms crossed behind his head. His shirt was off and laid over his eyes, shutting out any of the light that filtered through the leaves. Not really dozing off, but close to it.

Herobrine was similarly relaxing. He lay on his belly; balanced precariously on a nearby tree that had fallen over the river. Looking like a big cat lounging about in the direct sun. Soaking up the rays. One hand was draped down to the side, touching the cool water.

Alex was the only one fully in the river. She was a little upstream, floating on her back. She had taken off her pants, leaving them on the shore, and let her long green shirt cover her lower half. Every once in a while she would swim back to her original place as the current took her down towards Herobrine.

The trio had been chatting absentmindedly. Talking about anything, really. Steve ranted humorously about his pickaxe making a squeaking sound. Alex discussed way too many of the current happenings in town. Even Herobrine brought up that a dragonfly had landed on his shoulder. Which had the trio all staring for a bit before it flew off and they went back to their current positions.

It wasn't until a certain question came to Alex’s mind that the peace of the scene was disturbed.

"Hey Sparky." The adventurer asked. "...How old are you?"

Herobrine took a while to answer. Seeming to think through the question slowly. Finally he asked without opening his eyes. "Why?"

"Just curious." Alex shrugged, swimming a little.

The demon shifted. Now peaking over to look at Steve. It was like the miner could tell that he was being looked at because he lifted his shirt to look back questioningly.

Herobrine spoke up. "When was the last time I respawned? Four months ago?"

Steve frowned. "Yes. More like three. You fell through a roof, remember?"

"Right, right." Herobrine moved his hand up out of the water. "Terribly made and rusty old structure. Glad it forced a respawn. Tetanus is not fun even with healing powers."

"Why is this relevant?" Alex asked impatiently.

"I'm 28." Herobrine said immediately.

Alex sat up in the water. Causing a bit of a ruckus amongst some fish that had gotten close. "No you're not!"

"Yes I am." Herobrine turned his attention to her. She shuddered ever so slightly under his scrutinizing stare. "Every time I die, I respawn back to the same age at which I turned immortal."

Alex crossed her hands over her chest. "Okay, well that's only technically. I meant, like, if you count ALL the years you've been alive."

"I have no fucking clue, Alex." Herobrine rolled his head to the otherside of the tree to ignore her. Yet continued to talk. "Time loses all meaning when you're immortal. Not to mention I was trapped in the nether for most of that time. So it's even harder to tell."

"What's your best guess?" Steve asked, now curious as well.

And the head came back around. Looking at Steve. The demon wouldn't ignore the miner. He bit his lip, eyes trailing towards the water. "I dunno... maybe a few centuries... a millennia or so..."

"Old." Steve clarified. Seeing that the demon was struggling a little.

"Yeah... old." Herobrine scowled.

"So, what, do we have to, like, wait until you live a year to celebrate your birthday?" Alex giggled. "No wonder you don't remember it. It would never be your birthday based on that criteria."

Herobrine scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah." Steve added, putting the shirt back over his eyes. "Come to think of it, when is your birthday, Brine?"

"You want to know the exact date I was born?" Herobrine sat up now, clearly confused. "Fuck... I don't know. I didn't even keep track of days back then. I just survived. It wasn't until I met... my brother that we talked about days. And he was able to do some weird 'code calculation' as he called it to figure out my true age. But we didn't really care about that. None of us counted in the aether. None of us wanted to count. When you have endless time you tend not to care. It's a depressing chore."

"So none of you celebrated your birthday?" Alex asked.

"Why would you celebrate your birth?" Herobrine growled. "Existence is a curse."

"That's why we have to celebrate!" Alex exclaimed. "It helps us mortals to forget about our fleeting existence."

"Yeah!" Steve enthusiastically raised a fist to the sky in agreement.

"Like the aether needed another reason to celebrate..." Herobrine grumbled, flopping back down on the tree. "The amount of bullshit dances I had to get dressed up for was astronomical."

"So you really have never had a birthday, huh?" Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised.

"Nope." Herobrine said, popping the p and settling back on the tree. Thinking that was the end of the conversation.

But Steve and Alex had other plans.

"Bro you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You think we have enough time today?"

"Sure why not? We were already planning on going into town together."

"Then we better hurry."

"What are you two talking about?" Herobrine muttered. The siblings were getting out of the water and putting back on their clothes.

"We're going to throw you a birthday party!" Steve smiled over at him.

Herobrine almost fell off his branch.

"W-what? Why?"

Alex shrugged. "Well, if you don't know what day your birthday is, it might as well be any day. And since we are already all together and don't have any plans for the rest of the evening... why not?"

Herobrine teleported off his tree and stood next to the two. "You really don't need to-"

"Too late, it's happening." Alex smiled. Starting to walk off. Not putting on her shoes as she walked through the increasingly tall grass.

"Go wait in the nether and come back around sunset!" Steve pushed on his back excitedly. As if he could shove him through a portal that wasn't there.

"Why?"

"We are gonna surprise you!"

"Oh. Yippee. Surprise." Herobrine did not mask his unenthusiasm.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Steve said as he stopped pushing and went to go join Alex.

Herobrine was left alone and very confused as to what had just happened. He blinked up at the setting sun and winced. He wouldn't know the correct time in the nether. So he decided to go back to his tree branch and relax until the time came. He had no idea what was in store for him. But he didn't try to think too hard about it. If he didn't like it he could always teleport away.

All this talk of aether and age had his head buzzing with unpleasant thoughts. He tried to will them away and think of nothing instead. Watching as the river flowed beneath him. The dragonfly landed back on his hands.

-

It was just after sunset when Herobrine was walking up to Steve's small house and knocking on the door. Steve was adamant about him knocking. As Herobrine had the tendency to just teleport into a location, unannounced. There was the sound of muffled talking as well as a wonderful smell of something cooking in the furnace.

He heard the miner walk towards the door, he recognized his footsteps easily. Much different than Alex’s.

Steve cracked open the door. "Herobrine, you have perfect timing! We are just finishing up."

Herobrine tried to move forward but Steve closed the door more. He smiled, shyly. "Er. You gotta close your eyes."

"... Why?"

Steve smiled wider. "It's all part of the process."

So Herobrine huffed and closed his eyes. Steve took him by the hand. Leading him inside. Herobrine could feel his heartbeat where they connected. The miner was excited. So Herobrine was excited.

He was led into the house and then Steve stopped and walked over to join where he could sense Alex.

"Surprise!" They both yelled.

Herobrine stood there with his eyes closed. Face oozing confusion.

"Open your eyes now, Brine." Steve whispered loudly to him.

"Oh." And he did. He blinked and took in the sight.

The inside of the house was decorated with a few colored strings on the ceiling and what seemed to be little torches everywhere else. It was very simple and yet very pretty.

"Do you like it?" Alex asked.

"We didn't have too much time to decorate so we made due with what we had." Steve said. "Probably not as fancy as your aether parties."

"No." Herobrine smiled. "But I like this better." The aether parties were always decorated with too much. This was nice and made Herobrine feel cozy.

Alex gestured to the table, patting the chair to sit down. "Since it's pretty late we figured we'd just do a birthday dinner. Steve said you would eat if we made you food."

Herobrine nodded. Glad he hadn't had anything to eat for a while. He wasn't the biggest fan of eating. Steve had been reintroducing it to him slowly. The miner was an excellent cook.

"Good!" Alex smiled. Steve sat next to Herobrine at the table. "I handled dinner and Steve handled the most important part of a birthday, the dessert!"

"It all smells nice." Herobrine commented politely. It did. He was actually excited to eat.

Alex disappeared into the kitchen. Preparing plates for them all. Steve and Herobrine shared a look. Both smiling, somewhat uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. It didn't last long as Alex came out with two plates, setting it down in front of them.

The meal consisted of roasted corn, slathered in butter, some sort of shredded pork on bread with some sweet sauce, and a cold potato salad. Steve instantly dug in. Probably hungry from all the work they had been doing. Herobrine waited for Alex to return with her own plate before starting to pick at the food. It wasn't long before he was eating more sloppily than Steve. Alex apologized, saying she wanted to make something more special like a smoked biscuit but Herobrine wasn't sure why she was sorry. It was all delicious. And Herobrine found himself wanting to eat the entire plate. It was the perfect meal on the warm night.

The house was filled with the delightful sounds of eating. None of them talked very much. Not needing to. Just enjoying each other’s company. And the food! They were all very invested in the food.

Once they were done, Herobrine was tempted to ask for more. But he remembered that there was still dessert to eat. He started to try to clean up his plate. But Steve stopped him immediately. "Ah, ah. No dishes when it's your birthday."

"Hmm. This birthday business keeps getting better." Herobrine smirked at him.

Steve disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two plates filled with two generous slices of homemade chocolate cake.

He set them down in front of Alex and his own seats. "We have a special slice for you, Herobrine. Hold on."

Steve rushed away and walked slowly back with a similar piece of cake. But this one had a very tiny torch stuck in the middle of it. Herobrine blinked. Huh. Strange.

"It's a candle." Steve explained. "It's a tradition to have some on your cake. We only had this old one." He set the on fire cake in front of him. Herobrine enjoyed the fire flare. "Usually you have a candle for every year you've been alive."

"But that would've set the house on fire." Alex snickered.

Herobrine rolled his eyes and tried to grab his fork. But Alex stopped him. "Wait! We have to sing to you!"

"Er, no thanks." That seemed silly. He did not want to be sung to.

Steve made a face. "I don't like that part either. I think we should skip it."

"We have to! It's tradition!" Alex wrapped her elbow around Steve’s neck. "Come on, Stevie. One time!"

"Alright. Alright." He caved easily. And they began.

Herobrine sat awkwardly as the two sang a little song. Saying his name. Herobrine had never heard Steve sing. It was nice. He had a pleasant voice. He thought the man should sing more. He hummed a lot but never truly sang.

Once they were done. Alex said. "Now you make a wish and blow out the candle."

"A wish? Wish for what?"

"For anything." Steve added. "But you have to wish in your head. And don't tell anyone or your wish won't come true."

"Like a curse?"

"Yeah kinda. But it's just for fun."

The demon chewed on his lip. Seeming to think about it. He nodded eventually. "Okay. I've made my wish."

"Now blow out the candle to complete the spell." Alex joked. Steve nudged her.

Herobrine looked at the small torch on the cake and willed the fire away. It went out.

Alex and Steve stared. Alex giggled. "Guess there's more than one way to skin an ocelot."

"Why would you-" Herobrine blinked.

"It's an expression." Steve laughed, sitting down and picking up his fork to eat his piece of cake. "Ignore her and dig in while the cake is still warm."

Herobrine did, setting the small torch- candle aside and picking up his fork to eat. The cake looked moist. Fresh. And smelled absolutely delicious. His mouth was watering before he even put the treat in his mouth.

When he took a bite he almost moaned. "H-holy fuck." He quickly took another bite.

Alex giggled. "Never had a Steve-made cake have you?"

"Steve, you should stop cooking everything and just make cake from now on." Herobrine had almost finished his piece already. It was just so damn good. He couldn't stop.

"Then it wouldn't be special." Steve chuckled. Looking happy that they both seemed to be enjoying his cake.

"Can I have more?" Herobrine asked, frosting definitely smeared all over his face, unabashedly.

Steve and Alex howled at that. The demon just looked so different from how they normally saw him. It was nice. And also hilarious.

Herobeine got a second slice and sat back, looking full. The demon didn't usually eat so it was a lot all at once. Totally worth it though.

"Present time!" Alex jumped up from the table as Steve moved the dishes into the kitchen.

"Present time?" Herobrine parroted.

"You get presents on your birthday!" Alex walked over to grab two things that had been set aside on a coffee table. "From everyone who comes to the party."

Alex handed Steve something and walked back to the table to give Herobrine a rectangle that looked like a book wrapped in paper. Herobrine took it confused. "Er, thanks?" He held it in his hands.

"You gotta open it dude!" Alex said excitedly.

"Open it?"

"Yeah tear open the paper!"

"Oh." Herobrine, a demon of destruction, ironically opened the book very carefully. Not wanting to damage it.

He held the book up once it was unwrapped. It was, indeed, a book. Not too hard to guess correctly.

"It's a book of modern day phrases." Alex explained. Tapping the cover. She smirked. "I know that you have some trouble with some of our more modern hip lingo."

Herobrine lifted an eyebrow at her. He flipped to a random page. "There's more than one way to skin an ocelot? Oh. I get your 'joke' now."

"See. You're learning already." She snickered. Steve smiled too.

Herobrine looked confused. But not unappreciative. He waved his hand, tucking the book away into his inventory. "Er, thanks. I will read the rest later."

"No problem!" She giggled. She then pushed Steve forward. "Go ahead, your turn."

Steve had a paper package tied up in butcher's twine behind his back. He coughed and walked forward, handing Herobrine the parcel.

The demon took it. Knowing what to do now, he tore into the paper. Revealing what was inside.

He paused when he realized what it was after pulling all the paper off and letting it float to the ground.

"It's... your cloak." Herobrine said. Not giving away any emotion. Steve seemed to droop a little. Expecting him to be a little happier. Alex nudged the miner. They shared a look. Steve rolled his eyes. He walked closer to the demon, touching the cloak in his hands.

"I knew it would already fit you. And there wasn't enough time to get you a new one made. I just know how much you like to borrow it from me when it gets colder." Steve ran his fingers along the cloak. Pointing out some stitching on the green material. "I sewed up all the holes so it won't be as drafty. And-" He tapped the button that held the cloak together. "I replaced the old latch with a golden one I got from town today. I know you said you like to wear a little gold in the nether for piglin respect or... whatever." The miner let go of the cloak and backed up, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Herobrine stared at the green gloak. Rubbing the material in his fingers.

"If... if you don't like-"

"I love it." Herobrine almost whispered. Sounding so genuine it made Steve blush and Alex smile. "It's perfect."

"O-oh." Steve scratched his head again. "Good. I'm glad." He smiled, looking away. Desperately trying to hide his blush. He had gone bright red. And Herobrine wasn't helping.

The demon stood instantly and put the cloak around his body. He had worn it before. But it looked different now. Like it was his now. It was truly his.

Herobrine looked up at Steve. "This is... the greatest gift I've ever been given." He didn't smile but his glowing eyes said it all. He was absolutely telling the truth. "Thank you, Steven."

The miner stared back. Smiling to the side and tilting his head. Embarrassed but screaming on the inside in happiness.

Alex had to butt in. Not liking the way the two were looking at each other and getting a little protective of Steve. "Pfft. Thanks a lot there, Briney boy. Glad my gift meant nothing."

Herobrine blinked. Processing the words. And then realized. "Oh, no, sorry Alex. Thank you as well."

"Yeah whatever." Alex nudged him with her fist, walking past him. She then let out a yawn. "Well. I think I'm all birthday partied out. Mind if I crash on your couch, Stevie? It's too late to walk home."

"Sure I'll get you some blankets." Steve mimicked the yawn. His eyes looked tired. They did do a lot to put the party together for him. They deserved a rest. "Happy Birthday, Brine."

"Thank you." Herobrine nodded. "Thank you both. This was... enjoyable."

"See our traditions aren't so bad." Alex said, flopping down on the couch.

"I do believe I've judged it too early." Herobrine nodded. "You do this every year?"

"Yep. And you get to do the planning and gift giving to us when it's our birthdays. No party is exactly the same." Alex nodded. "I think planning is actually more fun than celebrating your own birthday."

"Oh. Well I look forward to that. You will have to remind me when the time comes. Time is... difficult for me."

"Of course, dude." Steve produced some blankets from the closet. Herobrine sensed it was time to make his leave. He headed for the door.

"Thank you again." He said a little awkwardly. "I will uh, see you both tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" "Bye!" The siblings said.

And with Herobrine out the door. Steve and Alex looked at each other.

"I think that went well." Steve said.

"I think you owe me money for not making a single birthday suit joke." Alex said back. He threw the blankets over her head as she giggled.

"Goodnight Alex!" He went to his bedroom, trying to hide his blush. "Put out the candles before you sleep."

"I'm just saying, Stevie! That would've been a better gift if you-"

"Goodnight Alex!!"

Herobrine stood just outside the door. He wiggled his shoulders a little. Feeling the soft weight of the cloth around his shoulders. He smiled. Feeling warm inside and out. And teleported off.