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Oneshot: Tempeter

This is a story I started and then abandoned a while back, but rereading it today I realized it's rather quite nice and works as a one-shot!

4952 words.

CW: This one's pretty light! Name-calling, exhaustion, overworking, collapse, bumps and bruises. Medieval-ish semi-ownership of servants.

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“Is there anything else you need, Lord Hyland?” Tempeter stepped away from the tray he had set on the Lord’s desk with a shallow bow. The Lord’s dinner, grilled fish, was beautifully plated with a dark sauce and greenery. The cutlery and glass of white wine were flawlessly aligned beside the plate, just as they should be. That was Tempeter’s job, as the Lord’s steward: to deliver perfection, in every category. He’d already overseen the preparation of the next room, Hyland’s bedchamber, for the Lord to retire for the night. His dressing gown was laid out, and an iron bedwarmer was heating in the merrily burning well-stoked fireplace. The ebb and flow of his many tasks came naturally to Tempeter after decades of service. Perhaps he took the stairs a little slower in his old age, but he didn’t let that impact his duties. As the head of the Lord’s servants, he knew how to wisely delegate and lead the staff to achieve an efficient and silent machine of a household.

“Actually, Tempeter… I wish to speak with you.” Lord Hyland shuffled aside his papers to focus his full attention on Tempeter, looking him up and down. Tempeter was an elegant older gentleman with a long pale face and silver hair neatly pulled into a low tail at the nape of his neck. He alternated between two finely tailored suits that befitted his high station in the house - he wore the burgundy one today - and stood in highly-polished black shoes.

The Lord’s request might have caught a younger version of Tempeter off guard, but the aging manservant took the break in routine in stride.

“Of course, my Lord.” He folded his hands behind his back and waited, already anticipating what the Lord might be after. One of the Lord’s prize horses was lame, and the Lord had been stalling putting the poor thing out of its misery. Or perhaps, he needed assistance writing a letter to his ailing aunt - the Lord struggled with gentle words. Or maybe -

“I’m giving you to Prince Leofold,” Lord Hyland blurted out, unable to look Tempeter in the face.

Tempeter’s face remained neutral. It would be horribly unprofessional to show his shock and confusion. He wasn’t about to ask any foolish questions either; he waited silently for the Lord to continue, his hands gripping each other tightly behind his back.

“I’ve tried absolutely everything to get the little bugger’s attention.” Lord Hyland fussed meaninglessly with the papers on his desk. “Perhaps with a reminder of me in his daily life, he’ll… come around.”

To the idea of marrying Lord Hyland’s daughter, he meant. Questions danced in Tempeter’s mind - when would this happen? Would they travel to the Palace? But he knew that, contrary to the state of his desk, Lord Hyland was an organized man. He would explain it all, if only Tempeter could still his shaking hands and rising breath and focus.

“You have served me well, Tempeter, so well, just as you served my father before me. Truly, you are… the greatest gift I can offer him. I hope you understand that my decision is a compliment. You are fit for a future king.” Lord Hyland’s words flowed awkwardly, as they always did when he spoke emotionally. He cleared his throat, seemingly deciding that he’d said enough, and moved on to the logistical side of things, speaking more easily.

“The prince’s birthday is in two months. We will attend his feast at the Palace. In the meantime, you will choose and train up a replacement for me. The prince will be notified so that his household can prepare accommodations for you.” Lord Hyland’s eyes finally found his servant’s face. “Please, Tempeter. Speak freely. What are your thoughts?”

Tempeter’s thoughts were of a far too hurt and ridiculous nature to express. Servants and nobility cannot be friends. A noble giving away a servant is not a betrayal. He fell back on his professionalism.

“If that is your will, I will serve the prince to the best of my abilities.” He inclined his head.

Lord Hyland’s shoulders slumped.

“You hate it.” He rubbed a hand across his face, slick with nervous sweat. “I’m sorry, Tempeter, I truly am, but you’re my last resort. As I said, you’re the finest thing I can gift to him. My only other option was a horse, and I won’t do that.” He shuddered. “I hear he beats his horses.”

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“An old man?” Prince Leofold demanded. “You’re giving me an old man? On my birthday?” He glared down his nose at them from where he lounged in his throne in the back of the great hall, banners and guards stationed behind him. His raised voice attracted the attention of nearby lords and ladies, who watched cautiously from over shoulders and behind fans. This was hardly a shift in the mood of the party; nearly every gift had been met with scrutiny and ridicule.

Lord Hyland bowed again, unnecessarily, anxiously.

“Your Highness, Tempeter Wolfstan has served my household for his entire life, and been the steward since I was a child. He will serve you with wisdom and experience for years to come.”

“Tempeter Wolfstan?” The prince rolled the name around on his tongue, playing with a curl of his long dark hair. “You look nothing like a wolf. With that long face, you look like a horse. A horse, which I would have preferred,” he said pointedly.

It wasn’t Tempeter’s place to say anything. So he didn’t, of course. He stared evenly at the prince’s ribbon- and gem-studded shoes, and was not insulted. Not sad. Not terrified. He half-listened, waiting for something that would cue words or actions from him, as Lord Hyland expounded upon his servant’s many qualities. None came. They were shortly ushered off to the side so that the next gift-giver could be similarly tiraded.

A tan young man with close-cropped curls approached and greeted them.

“Lord Hyland,” he bowed, “And Mr Wolfstan. I’m here to show Mr Wolfstan to his new chambers.”

“Oh!” Lord Hyland seemed startled that Tempeter was actually about to be taken away from him. “Of course, naturally, I see, I…” He looked at Tempeter, swallowing hard. “This is goodbye, then.”

Tempeter felt heat behind his eyes and lump in his throat but nothing made it through to his calm exterior. He bowed.

“It has been an honor and a pleasure serving you, Lord Hyland.”

“Oh, none of that, my man,” the Lord said gruffly, “Here.” He held out his hand, as if they were equals. Tempeter couldn’t tell whether it felt wrong or right when he clasped the Lord’s hand and they shook.

“Someday, when the prince marries Eloise, we will be one household again,” Lord Hyland said, still squeezing Tempeter’s hand, “I look forward to that day.” He released his hand and stepped back. “Fare thee well, Tempeter.”

Tempeter inclined his head.

“Safe travels home, Lord Hyland.”

Tempeter straightened and watched as the man he’d seen born, seen grow up, seen become a strong young man and then a father, turned and walked away.

We are not friends. We are not family.

Tempeter refused to unstop the well of tears within him. He refused to create a poor first impression upon the new staff he would be leading. His new household. The first member of which was speaking to him.

“I’m Chastain Lowett,” the young man bobbed his head, “I look forward to serving under you, Mr Wolfstan. Your fine reputation precedes you.”

Tempeter had to breathe for a moment before he could trust his voice to speak.

“Well met, Chastain,” he said. Chastain was already gazing up at him, expecting orders. That, Tempeter could manage. Work would be a welcome distraction. He reached into his jacket - a new brocade that Lord Hyland had gifted him, fit for a servant at a royal feast - and consulted his pocketwatch.

“At what time do you expect the prince to retire?” he asked briskly.

“From a feast like this, two or three o’clock, sir,” Chastain informed him, “More regularly, midnight.”

So the prince is a night owl. Tempeter filed that information away for later.

“Then we have time for you to give me a brief tour of the prince’s quarters. Then we shall prepare the prince’s chambers for him.”

“We can take care of that, sir, if you’d rather spend your first night here settling in,” Chastain offered, “You must be exhausted from traveling all day.”

Tempeter was indeed tired, but he also knew what an evening to himself would mean. He would only sink into his feelings of homesickness, loss, and anxiety. That simply wouldn’t do.

“Unnecessary,” he replied, his voice clipped, “I will begin my duties immediately.”

Tempeter would choose work over taking time for himself any day.

~~~

The entire northern wing of the Palace was Prince Leofold’s domain. It had its own, smaller, dancehall and dining hall, as well as kitchens, laundry, and servant’s quarters. A grand polished wood staircase in the dancehall lead up to a balcony overlooking the hall, and then to the prince’s chambers: a sitting room, a private dining room, a study, and the bedchamber, all decorated with handcrafted furniture, draping brocades and ornately framed oil paintings. There were two guest bedchambers as well. Narrow passages and steep staircases behind the walls connected the prince’s chambers to the kitchens and the servant’s quarters, and a complex system of bells and pull-strings could be used to summon his servants at any time. Outdoors, across a garden courtyard, stood a stable with several fine horses.

Tempeter’s new quarters were larger and finer than his accommodations at House Hyland. He had his own study, with a handful of books left behind by a previous tenant. The bed was large and curtained, and when they arrived a chambermaid was already transferring Tempeter’s clothes from his traveling trunk into a large wardrobe.

Introductions to the staff were made along the way - the other chambermaid that they passed, the kitchen staff, the stablemaster and his boys, the laundress and her girls, and Chastain explained there was another manservant aside from him who was currently attending to the prince at the party. Tempeter took in their names, and had little anxiety about forgetting them; he’d learn them in time, and as their new steward it was much more important for them to remember his name.

It did leave him with a question, which he posed to Chastain as he eyed the abandoned books in his new study.

“Who was the previous steward?”

Chastain hesitated before answering.

“We haven’t had a steward for half a year, sir.”

Tempeter looked at him, aghast.

“Half a year? However did you manage?”

Chastain’s face told Tempeter it hadn’t gone well.

“We did our best, sir. The prince’s bodyguard often directed us, sir.”

“Bodyguard?”

“The lady knight, Lady Gracelyn Brock.” A hint of awe snuck into Chastain’s voice.

“A lady knight?” Tempeter had heard of this, distantly, but had never quite believed it.

“Yes, sir! She had some business today outside of the palace, but should return in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t a bodyguard be with the prince at all times?”

“It’s a symbolic position, sir, it’s…” he glanced away, “It’s a little complicated.”

No time to satiate his curiosity, then. Tempeter checked his pocketwatch once more.

“It’s time we began preparing the prince’s chambers,” he declared.

“But sir, he has yet to return from the feast,” Chastain said. Tempeter glared at him.

“You expect him to sit and wait while we work?”

“Oh, um, well,” Chastain stuttered, “He usually takes a glass of warm wine in his sitting room first, sir.”

“And when do you send for the wine?”

“... When he asks, sir?”

Tempeter sighed.

“We must anticipate the needs of the master, Chastain. Tell the kitchen to start warming wine now, and then fetch one of the chambermaids and begin preparing the sitting room, then the bedchamber. Everything should be ready and waiting for him, not the other way around.”

Chastain nodded, wide-eyed.

“Yes, sir!”

~~~

“A’fire?” Prince Leofold slurred, “There’sssnot usually a fire.”

The prince stood swaying in the sitting room, staring into the bright hearth. Tempeter, standing in the corner by the bell pulls, watched him carefully. The prince gave a grunt of approval and raised a hand.

“Warm wine!”

Tempeter’s hand shot out and yanked a cord, sounding off a bell out of earshot. The prince slumped into an armchair by the fire.

“Heyyy,” he grumbled, “Who’s been sitting in my chair? It’s warm!”

“No one, your highness,” Tempeter spoke soft and clear, “I passed an iron over it so that it would be heated for you.”

“Oh, horse-face.” The prince seemed to only just now notice Tempeter’s presence. “You’re here.” Tempeter let the insult flow past him and focused on what a fine job he was doing - no detail was left out.

The door opened, and Chastain entered with a goblet of wine on a silver tray. Tempeter couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his face - he’d get this household in order - but it faltered when he saw the prince’s eyes narrow in suspicion.

“That was fast,” Prince Leofold said, plucking the goblet off of the tray and glaring at Tempeter. Chastain glanced nervously at the steward, but Tempeter said nothing. The prince had not asked a question. Speaking unprompted was a recipe for disaster with men like him. Tempeter knew this very well.

Leofold suddenly lurched to his feet and tipped the goblet at his lips, chugging the entire thing within seconds. Then he placed the goblet back on Chastain’s tray with a flourish, and grinned at Tempeter wildly.

“Lessee what else you’ve done!”

He strode to the door and Tempeter moved to open it for him, but the prince pushed through on his own and marched down the hallway to his bedchamber. At the very least there were guards in the hallway who opened the next door for him. Tempeter and Chastain followed him in as he swept around the room, taking in all the ways in which it had been prepared for him. Another fire burned in this room’s hearth. The wall sconces were lit. The prince’s silken nightshirt and dressing gown were laid out neatly on the canopy bed. The bed itself was turned down and warmed. The prince came to a stop in the middle of the room, arms akimbo on his hips. Tempter was relieved to see he looked pleased - until he spoke.

“I want a hot bath,” the prince demanded, lifting his chin to look down his nose at Tempeter, “Prepare one for me.”

Tempeter bowed automatically.

“Yes, your highness.” He turned to Chastain to start issuing orders.

“Wait!” Leofold boomed, and when Tempeter looked at him he saw a suppressed smile playing at the edges of the prince’s mouth. “I want you to do it. All of it. Since your work is… So impeccable,” he gestured widely at the room, “I want the water fetched by you. Horse-face.”

Chastain gasped. All of it. That meant… bringing the wooden tub from wherever it was stored to the bedchamber. Boiling water in the kitchen. Carrying the water, bucket by bucket, up to the prince’s room. Helping the prince get undressed. Bringing the prince whatever he wanted during his bath. Then draining the bath, bucket by bucket. It would be unseemly to pour it out the window, Tempeter would have to carry it back downstairs. Then the bathtub as well, to be set out to dry in an appropriate place.

None of it was within the steward’s high station. None of it was meant to be done by one person alone. It could take hours, without anyone helping him, and Tempeter had been awake since dawn of what was now the previous day.

In spite of everything, Tempeter felt a surge of adrenaline. He could do this. He would prove himself. Prince Leofold would see his value. He inclined his head.

“Of course, your highness. I’ll see to it personally.”

A moment later he was striding down the hallway, Chastain trotting alongside him.

“Where is the tub?” Tempeter asked.

“In the storage room, here - Sir, you can’t really do it all alone -”

“Oh, I intend to!” Tempeter threw open the storage room door and couldn’t help but smile. This would be challenging, certainly, but once he passed this test (and he knew he would) surely the prince would warm up to him.

He started having some doubts on the fifth bucket.

His thighs burned and wobbled from going up and down the servant’s staircase. The insides of his arms were painfully strained. His back ached. His knees complained. He’d already splashed near-boiling water on his hands more than once.

The bath was only half full.

Prince Leofold smirked at the steward from where he leaned against the post of his bed.

“Bring the water up the front staircase, horse-face,” he ordered, “I want to watch.”

Tempeter could only bow in acceptance.

“Please let me help, Mr Wolfstan!” Chastain hissed, as Tempeter nearly stumbled on his way back into the kitchen. Tempeter resisted responding, silently carrying his empty bucket to the line of cookfires, all burning brightly with a host of waterpots hung over them. Chastain and the kitchen staff, all thoroughly warned off of helping by their new steward, watched as Tempeter found a boiling pot, emptied it into his bucket, and refilled the pot at the water pump. It was just as tedious as it was taxing.

“Don’t you all have better things to do?” Tempeter called out, without looking away from his work.

An uncomfortable silence was the only reaction to his words.

Prince Leofold grinned delightedly down at Tempeter from the balcony as the steward climbed the grand staircase in the dance hall. Each step made the next once feel impossible, but Tempeter breathed, and moved, forcing his quivering arms and legs to cooperate. He felt sweat beading over his entire body, running like bugs down his temple, his spine, the backs of his knees.

The prince whistled.

“Maybe you’re a workhorse after all!”

Tempeter suddenly realized he didn’t know what the prince wanted out of this. He obviously didn’t want an actual bath. But if this were a test of Tempeter’s abilities, it was one that was impossible to pass. Tempeter could see that now; his legs were going to give out before the bath was even full. He’d been given an insurmountable task, and the prince knew it, and now Tempeter knew it too.

Tempter paused on the stairs, chest heaving and legs trembling. He knew what the prince wanted.

Entertainment.

This whole affair was a cruel game to the drunken prince, and Tempeter was a fool for not seeing it sooner. A complete and utter fool. Prince Leofold was practically vibrating with anticipation, waiting for the moment that Tempeter’s body - aged and frail, the steward now realized - would give out and send the old man tumbling down the stairs.

“Don’t give up now!” the prince’s mocking voice cut through Tempeter’s thoughts, “I’m sure you can do it, horse-face!”

Something snapped within Tempeter, and his blood ran hotter than the water he was carrying. He surged up the steps, fueled by a cavern of rage that plunged far deeper than the current situation. This was not the time to explore it, however, as his mind was overcome by the pain of his leg muscles stretching and contracting as he labored up the steps. Eight more. Five more. Three more -

He didn’t make it.

He shifted his weight onto the next step and his leg folded beneath him like a ragdoll. His back leg couldn’t bear his full weight alone, so it followed suit. He instinctively dropped the bucket to try to catch himself, but his hands slapped uselessly against the smooth wood of the stairs and slipped off. The bucket thunked-splash-thunked down the stairs past him, spilling its contents. Tempeter’s feet slid out from beneath him and his shins cracked against the edges of the stairs, then his ribs and forearms. He felt as if he were falling in slow motion, seeing every impact coming and being helpless to stop it. He heard laughter, but was too panicked to process it. His legs kicked weakly, trying to find purchase on the polished wood, but that only sent him sliding down faster, each jutting angle of the steps dragging along his body, causing countless bruises. The muscles holding his head out of danger faltered, and a step slammed into his chin, knocking his teeth together with a painful clack that reverberated through his skull.

Suddenly, he was still. A strong hand was fisted in the back of his collar, halting his slide.

“Prince Leofold!” a powerful voice boomed - a woman’s voice, full of rageful indignation. “What the hell is going on here?”

Tempeter grabbed at the stairs, and managed to get his knees underneath him, gasping for air, as the prince hemmed and hawed from the balcony.

“I was just… Testing the new steward. It was only a bit of fun, Grace, honest!” the prince whined.

“Fun?” The woman’s voice echoed through the hall and vibrated Tempeter’s aching ribs. “I have been fully informed of your actions tonight, highness, and how dare you treat a servant this way, and a steward, no less!” The hand on Tempeter’s collar shook with fury. “Go to your room, I’ll deal with you in the morning when you’re sober.”

“You’re not my mother!” the prince taunted.

“I wish I were, so that I might bend you over my knee and beat the daylights out of you! Go, away with you!”

Tempeter remained crouched, head bowed, and listened to the prince’s retreating steps and the woman’s heated breathing. His face was flushed bright red. He was unbelievably embarrassed - not only had he fallen, but he had been rescued by a woman of a far higher station. Anyone who could speak to the crown prince like that was someone to be feared and respected, and Tempeter’s first impression on her was that of a clumsy old fool.

Inevitably, the hand on his collar tugged.

“Up with you, man. Let’s see you.”

Tempeter attempted to rise, but his body refused to cooperate. The woman caught him more securely this time, under the arms.

“Here, here, just sit.”

She awkwardly maneuvered him around to sit on the stairs. Temepeter could now see that she had caught him about halfway down - who knows how badly he might have been hurt had he fallen the whole way.

The woman crouched next to him, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder, and Tempeter finally raised his eyes to look at her.

She was a stunning woman with strong features, about ten years his junior. She had a thick build, and wore a dark gold gambeson with a high collar over - trousers. Tempeter dared not look. Golden-brown hair streaked with silver fell loose around her shoulders, and her deeply suntanned and wind-weathered skin contrasted her dark blue eyes like a beach against the ocean. Tempered had been to the ocean once before as a boy, and was struck speechless then just as he was now.

“I’m Lady Gracelyn Brock.” Her lips were moving, but it took Tempeter a moment to register her words. “You must be the new steward, Mr Wolfstan?”

He nodded mutely. This was her, of course. The lady knight.

“Did you break anything?” she asked.

Had he? Tempeter’s eyes found the bucket at the bottom of the stairs. It had a wide crack down the side.

“The bucket…” he breathed, awash with guilt.

Lady Brock blinked.

“I meant your bones, sir.”

“Oh!” Flustered, Tempeter raised shaky hands to pat down his chest. “I do not believe so.” He came to himself a little more, remembering his manners. He dropped his head.

“Thank you, Lady Brock,” he said emphatically, “I am greatly in your debt.”

She scoffed, though not unkindly.

“Truly, I should be apologizing for the prince’s mean streak. I’ve done what I can, but I’m very limited in my ability to discipline him. I should have thought ahead and been here when you arrived, to prevent exactly this.” She sighed, and offered a hand. “Can you stand?”

Tempeter stared at her hand for a moment. It was calloused and strong, undoubtedly the hand of a knight - but she was a lady as well. Tempeter didn’t know what the rules were for interacting with her. As she was of a higher rank, he decided to follow her lead. He grasped her hand and tried to stand with a grunt, but his legs felt like they were made of jelly and he sat back down again, hard.

“Here,” Lady Brock sat down next to him and slid an arm around his waist, “Put an arm over my shoulders.”

Now this, surely, was inappropriate in some way. But Tempeter saw no other option, so he obeyed. Lady Brock smiled encouragingly.

“Three, two, one, hup!”

They stood together, and the lady knight easily lifted Tempeter’s weight. He may as well have been a straw-stuffed scarecrow, the way he sagged against her. He felt his face flush with renewed embarrassment. He clung to her as they eased down the staircase, one step at a time. Neither spoke, too focused on the task at hand. Tempeter’s whole body trembled, and at every step he feared he would fall and bring Lady Brock down with him. But she held him upright, steady and unwavering, all the way to the bottom of the stairs.

Upon reaching level ground, Tempeter started to let out a sigh or relief; but it caught in his throat when he spotted the group of people watching from the archway into the dining hall. Nearly the entire serving staff was watching him, rapt and wide-eyed. How long had they been there? Had they all borne witness to Tempeter’s humiliation? What would they think of him now?

Lady Brock seemed to be seeing them for the first time as well.

“Gawkers!” she scolded, “Away! Shoo!”

But Tempeter knew there was only one thing he could do in the face of this mess; his job.

“Wait!” he called, drawing himself up and straight as he could while still being held up by the lady knight. “Chastain!”

The young man jumped forward. “Sir!”

“You must see to several things,” Tempter said, willing his voice to be strong. “First, the prince is still waiting on his bath. It must be filled and he must be attended to. Second, have a maid clean up the spilled water on the stairs and the broken bucket. Third, enough time had passed that the prince’s bed must be rewarmed, remember to do this before he retires. Fourth -”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Lady Brock interrupted him. “Tiff, run along and prep the steward’s room, will you?”

One of the maids bobbed a curtsy and scampered off.

“With all due respect, Lady Brock,” Tempeter said loudly, turning his head to look her in the eye, “Please let me do my job.”

The lady knight blinked at him in shock, and for a moment Tempeter was terrified he’d overstepped. But then she smiled, tilting her head to the side as she examined him curiously.

“As you wish, Mr Wolfstan. Carry on.”

Tempeter cleared his throat and looked back at Chastain.

“Fourth, ensure the prince’s breakfast will ease his hangover. Plenty of breads and tea.” Tempeter sucked in a breath, wracking his brain for anything else, but let it out with, “That is all.”

Chastain bobbed his head with a smile. “Yes, sir!”

Tempeter frowned slightly. Why was he smiling? Was he laughing at Tempeter? In fact, as Lady Brock assisted him through the small crowd and towards the kitchens and servants quarters, he saw that much of the staff held small, guarded smiles. He didn’t know what to make of it until Lady Brock murmured in his ear.

“They’re impressed with you.”

“Impressed?” Tempeter hissed back without thinking, “I made a complete fool of myself!”

“But you almost succeeded. And you didn’t beg for mercy.” They made their way through the kitchen, silent except for the several boiling pots. “Also, you gave me a good reason to tell him off. Everyone loves seeing that.”

Tempeter still couldn’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d made a poor impression on everyone, especially the lady knight. When they reached his room he was at least a little comforted to find a fire burning and his dressing gown laid out. Lady Brock eased him down to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Do you want me to send one of the boys to help you?” she asked, moving to stand in front of him.

“No, thank you,” Tempeter shook his head, “That won’t be necessary. But do tell Chastain to wake me an hour before the prince rises.”

Lady Brock smiled at him incredulously.

“You do realize you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow, yes?”

Tempeter nodded.

“I will work from my study. I can still receive reports and give orders.”

“You are too dedicated,” she said, shaking her head with an enchanting laugh.

Tempeter suddenly realized he was alone in his room with a woman. Anxiety gripped his heart.

“I - I thank you again, Lady Brock,” he bowed his head, “Goodnight.”

She didn’t seem to pick up on his nervousness, or his soft dismissal.

“Your thanks are unneeded, Mr Wolfstan,” she said, “Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?”

“No, thank you, Lady Brock.”

She hesitated, now realizing she was being gently ushered out by words; but she smiled, and inclined her head.

“Goodnight, Mr Wolfstan.”

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foreverrandomwritings · 8 months ago

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Season 8 Episode 8: Wannabes.

I set so many alarms this morning so I could watch this before work and I turned them all off so here I am watching it at 8pm.

I saw a tiktok this morning about saying we won. So I’m hoping that means what I think it means and if it doesn’t I’ll cry.

It starting out with Brad on his show on this show is so funny lol.

Eddie come on honey you could’ve sugar coated it at least a little bit.

A cart cop. Okay I love this. As someone who has been a cart grabber before it sucks ass walking the whole parking lot to find them.

Oh Athena you are one badass woman.

Eddie and Christopher🥹🥹 I need Christopher to come back asap. I just want Eddie to be happy.

Shit everything went belly up in like 2 seconds.

Brad is so eager to help it’s so adorable.

They kissed and Eddie is like omg stop I want to be kissing someone. He has Buck on his mind fo sho👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

Brad what the fuck are you doing?

Bobby talking about how Brad’s show is fake on this show that is fake is perfection.

NO NOT THE CART COP!

DETECTIVE ROMERO IS BACK YAY! I LOVE HIM AND I’VE MISSED HIM!

Athena mothering the cart cop is so adorable🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I have a feeling this cart grabber doesn’t want to be recorded because he’s not who he says he is🤷‍♀️

Eddie and Brad bonding is strange. Brad shut up you are making Eddie more depressed. Brad gave him advice😫

Not many thoughts on the suspects of the cart cop beater.

I knew this guy was gonna like Brad lol.

This guy said Brad is his comfort captain and I said lol. Like Bobby isn’t my comfort captain and this show isn’t one of my comfort shows so I guess I’m loling at myself.

Brad feeling like a hero and then getting knocked out by the mirror on the truck is hilarious.

There’s 10 minutes left. HOW IS WHAT I WANT TO HAPPEN GONNA HAPPEN IN 10 BLOODY FUCKING MINUTES!

Uhm Eddie why do you seem upset that Buck is there? uhm Buck why do you seem so chill with Eddie leaving? Oh it’s just the usual false sense of happiness I see. Poor boy doesn’t want his husband to leave him. I understand why Eddie wants to leave so he can be closer to Christopher but also Eddie can’t leave Buck. Buck needs Eddie. Buck looks so sad noooo.

I knew it was the cart grabber. That old bugger. I also knew he wasn’t who he said he was.

5 BLASTED MINUTES HOW IS WHAT I WANT TO HAPPEN TO HAPPEN! PLEASE I CANT GO 4 MONTHS WITHOUT IT HAPPENING. IM BEGGING YOU 911 TO GIVE ME WHAT I WANT PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Oh cart cop you sweet boy. I just wanna give him a hug. Especially with Athena mothering him again.

Cart Cop: You think I could be a real cop?🥹

Athena: I say this with so much love. But no.

Eddie, Buck and Chim all acting on Brads show is so perfect. God this is so crazy brainfuckery.

WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN DIDN’T HAPPEN FUCK EVERYONE. I HATE THIS BULLSHIT.

Guess I’ll fucking see you in March stupid ass fucking show🖕🏻

#911 #9 1 1 #bobby nash #Athena Nash #bobby x athena #Maddie Han #chimney Han #maddie x chimney #evan buckley #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #karen wilson #henrietta wilson #hen x karen

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voidpunkpal · 1 year ago

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✨behold✨, the tale of my seemingly simple trip to the gps that got so. so. So overcomplicated. it was A Time i do not wish to experience again, so get cursed with it so i don't have to suffer alone

/hj it wasn't actually That bad. but still.

>get a text from my gps saying i need to update my height*/weight/bp with them before they can represcribe my adhd meds. pretty standard, sure whatever

>i go to the gps finally after a week bcus i haven't actually had my adhd meds for a dew months Anyway bcus theres supply issues 🙂🙂🙂

>in the waiting room theres an obvious blood pressure machine and set of scales. weight is easy to take

>bp machine says it's out of ink, plz write down your numbers. ok sure, bit of a pain, but i can do that

>take the reading, something i hate doing. just feels all wrong and claustrophobic. but get it done

>the numbers flash on the screen. for a Literal Second. if that. very helpful for trying to write down the buggers. no warning from the post it note saying its out of ink

>i add a warning to the post it note about how the numbers disappear immediately

>i have to take the reading Again, Filming the damn screen so that i dont miss the numbers again. Fun Fact those flash so weirdly on a recording so one frame doesn't actually have the whole number. you have to watch for a few seconds to decipher what the reading actually was. Fun 🙂🙂

>but hey its done now at last. now height, that should be easy. except

>i cannot see a height... stick. scale. measure. thing... whatever. anywhere. so i go back to reception to ask them

>the queue is out the door now. it was empty earlier.

>i can't even make my way around the barrier to get into the queue, even though i was here before all of them.

>im stuck waiting to ask a stupid question about getting my goddamn height for genuinely 5 minutes or so. bcus more people Keep On Arriving. and blocking my way to even join the queue properly. the world decided that no, you will be stuck here awkwardly.

>finally the queue dies down enough that i can actually get into the damn thing. bless the old guy who was the last person before me, who was the only person who said 'hey this person is before me, go ahead'. i let him go ahead, not like i haven't waited enough already (besides hes probably there to sign in for an appointment or something more time sensitive)

>get seen by a receptionist. turns out the height fucker was actually right by where i was standing that whole time. except its just a tiny slider stuck to the wall thats totally inconspicuous so i had no idea it existed the whole time 🙂🙂🙂🙂

>(also its My turn to hold up the queue bcus i need to take off my stompy boots where one zips broken so i have to use pliers to pull it down. hehehe vengeance for all the waiting i had to do /j)

finally was able to give them everything, and also tell them i need an appointment about my meds Anyway bcus they've been a mess this whole time. but christ i was not expecting all of that to happen during what i assumed would be a simple 3 minute stop in.

🙂We Love Dealing With Healthcare 🙂

*never mind that was never mentioned, i made that up somehow. it was a logical assumption based on everything else they wanted tho, i think. but it does mean a decent two thirds of the shenanigans were for nothing and an absolute waste of time 🙂

#so that was fun #thank you nhs for existing and all #but hells sake that was not a fun time #(also Make It Easier To Make Appointments. its such a pain)#but there's pidgeons at this lil park im in. so thats nice #healthcare

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zaidshair · 1 year ago

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They were complete strangers, but chatting with Lindi made everything around them muted, compressing into a temporary state of normal. As long as Zaid kept close to Lindi, things would stay normal. A terribly faulty logic; but for the moment, Zaid would delude himself, if only for the relief of a moment a respite. His stress levels were as rocky as the ocean right now, he needed the distraction.

And Lindi was a perfect distraction. Not only beautiful to look at - her laugh, her constant self-deprecating but graceful sweeps of her hand - either over the rubber bracelet, or over her pert collarbones, or even sweeping across her hair. Gestures meant to placate others, soft and so very feminine. And of course it worked on Zaid, who considered body language a complex language. A diner's body language indicated far more truth, than their verbal feedback.

"Probably best to skip Sheffield," Zaid advised, as if they were planning Lindi's next trip north. "Never recovered from the 90s, that." His father's words, not his. But useful when people tried to ask Zaid why he hadn't returned home, after two decades. "Lake District's gorgeous. I did a stint up there for a short time, at the Bengal Rose in Ulverston? Favour to a colleague." Lindi didn't need to know, but it had been a good memory, that.

And it indicated a lot to Zaid, about Lindi's social strata. He felt it was a good point to ask her, "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Not 'did', not yet. They were going to be rescued, likely after this feast.

Lindi's seeming nervousness at the idea of her ex being here was partially amusing at first. Then increasingly sobering when Zaid remembered Lindi mentioning a daughter. Zaid wanted to ask - how old was her daughter? Her name? Did she live with mum or dad? - but he didn't want to go down that path. They were having such a lovely time. So Zaid played it stupid, and also gave Lindi a break. "My ex is here," he grumbled, his petulance perhaps more genuine than acted. "He found me on the ship, actually. Haven't seen the bugger around since."

He'd hope Tej was alright, but of course he was. Tej could probably survive a nuclear storm. Fucking hell. Acknowledging Tej vocally to another person...it made this all real. Tej was here. His Tej, with him, after months of estrangement.

Something inside Zaid heaved, and he masked it but giving a loud amused snort (too amused) about the childhood name. "No, I won't admit any wit! Bunch of little tossers, the lot of them. Who's laughing now though," he added with s smug wink at Lindi. To imply of course that all his schoolmates had failed. Probably. Zaid never went on Facebook.

Lindi's scandalized excitement was like catnip to Zaid. He loved feeling like he was someone wicked and playful, unpredictable in a fun way. "That's it, love. If we're gonna go in, might as well go in hard, yeah?" Zaid surreptitiously glanced around, but everyone seemed in perfect health. Even sloppy Craig. So Zaid returned his attention to Lindi, and the food. "And please explain to me how you became...what? A table? What's that mean when it's at home?"

Lindi selected some meaty things as well. A bit off a coiled sausage (was that another come-on? Zaid hoped so) and some sort of grilled bun. "You know what those are," he realized, watching her try them. His culinary passion overtaking him for a moment. "What are they? Is it good?"

Her reaction seemed to indicate a yes, so Zaid helped himself to the same. "I've never tried these before," he said reverently, thrilled at the prospect of new cuisines. A bite, and flavour exploded in his mouth, even better than the grilled pineapple. Zaid was truly floating high, only realizing just how starving he really was the more he chewed. Lindi's question pulled him out of his foodie daze.

"No, of course I didn't, bloody hell," Zaid snorted, too food-happy to be annoyed. "It'd take me days to get all this prepped, cooked, with a full staff. And who ever make this knew..." Knew what? Obviously how to cook, but also how to run a full kitchen brigade, so everything came out at the same time, all at the perfect temperature, not one thing over done or stale or melting? It made no sense. It was impossible.

Zaid's chewing slowed, and he looked frustrated. "Are we just stupid wankers for eating this?"

"Har-har, I have been up north," Lindi assured Zaid. She wasn't a completely sheltered Londoner who had never gone north of Birmingham. "Never Sheffield, unfortunately, but we occasionally summered around the Lake District and in Yorkshire." Though, if she was being honest, venturing far from the 'touristy' spots had been a little rough on her comprehension of English accents. There had never been anything quite as challenging as trying to keep an overtired, over-hungry Paige calm as Adam bitterly bickered with the pub owner over the cost of their stay, the owner refusing to alter her accent by a single harsh vowel.

Zaid was easy to talk to, they both settled into a familiar, camaraderie of banter and national ribbing. Lindi needed all the familiarity she could get, something to distract her because if she didn't let herself be distracted anxiety would claw at her skin and scream to be let out to run riot. So what if he looked a tad self-satisfied at having been recognised? It was quite an achievement, making a Pakistani restaurant the place to eat out in Soho. He deserved to be proud of himself.

Lindi? Well, she was just… Lindi. Happy to gush and bask in the glory of others.

Zaid said Susie's name again as if he knew her, which was how she knew he was lying. But it was a charming, friendly sort of lie, one done for her benefit. While Susie could be memorable, usually due to her pestering the servers for everything to be just so, in a way that drove Lindi absolutely bonkers. Just let them do their bloody job! But it was kind of him to play along to her.

As to Adam being in this place… "No, god no, I haven't seen him here…" Lindi said, heart racing in her chest. She couldn't resist looking about, as if she had missed him. However much she… neutrally disliked him, she didn't want him here. If he was here, then Paige would be alone- "No, he's… he's not here," Lindi said, reassuring herself, putting on a brave front for Zaid. Hold it together, Lindiwe.

"Yes, you got it right," Lindi confirmed Zaid as he tried out her full name. She let the compliment brush over her, far too amused by his old nicknames. "I shouldn't laugh but… 'Last Lad' is a bit brilliant. You have to admit it. It shows some wit."

Lindi scoffed as Zaid put his faith in fixing Craig blindly into Ms Asthana. "She's already fixed him once, I wouldn't count your luck on her fixing him again. She commandeered me for my skills as a table," she blythly quipped. To be fair, she had shown no skills as a table, so they were probably both disappointed with that interaction.

Disparaging Akhila was a way to offset the tension rising as more and more people joined in on the buffet. Above, the loudspeakers assured everyone that it was a feast prepared in their honour, and wasn't Lindi starving? Zaid hadn't made her an accomplice to a single offence, but to a mass murder.

That was only true if the food was poisoned.

Zaid moved first, grabbing a plate and taking one of the skewers he had toppled over. She watched him eat the first chunk of pineapple. (Even though… wasn't it so awkward watching other people eat? Lindi couldn't look away.) Zaid savoured every moment of that pineapple, not groaning or doing anything so uncouth. It was like watching Masterchef live, Zaid the guest judge. It was only when he exhaled and smiled that she knew it was sublime.

"You," Lindi said, pointing at Zaid straight in the chest with one hand, as the other grabbed an empty plate. "Are a bad influence," she chided, grabbing herself a small scoop of the aubergine tabbouleh and one of those fruit skewers. Beans on toast wasn't really her thing.

Zaid had recommended sticking to the veggies, which Lindi did, as she shuffled further down the table. But how could she resist the perfectly braai-charred boerewors, with grilled and steaming roosterkoek in a bowl nearby. Lindi cut off a chunk of the sausage, putting some on her plate. A smaller slice she placed ontop of the roosterkoek and took her first bite.

"Oh my god," Lindi said, mouth still half full of sausage-bread goodness. It was the best kind of boerewors, meaty and spicy and smokey and fragrant and juicy. Lindi remembered her dad, scoffing loudly at any type of barbeque that didn't use at least charcoal, let alone his obsession with selecting the ideal wood that would burn into long-lasting braai coals. The food was perfect.

"How…? How did this get here?" Lindi asked Zaid, taking in the sheer spread of the food. She'd hosted a few dinners in her time, and catering more than five dishes was a mission. The banquet in front of them would have taken hours and hours of cooking, with a whole team of chefs. "Is there… a catering kitchen? Where are the chefs?" If they were being catered, did this mean that they were on some fucked-up kind of Love Island? "Did you…?" she raised, not wanting to accuse Zaid of anything… but, as a michellin star chef it was the obvious question. Did you cook any of this? It was like asking a butcher about their guilt at a murder scene because of the blood on their smock.

#lindi #taking some artistic license with Bengal Rose LOL #at work no gifs!

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head-empty-only-sunshine · 3 years ago

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Not So Bad

Moon X Reader

A/N: This is a piece for a little contest in a discord server I'm in! I'm the hottest of garbage at the prompt enemies to lovers, so this is as good as it's gonna get lads. So sorry but I am physically incapable of not cursing in my fics. You have no idea how many times I replaced the word 'fuck' in this LOL

Description: Oh how Moon hated you. As a parts and services worker, you were natural enemies. Alas, he would eventually have to let you do maintenance on him one day, and you decided that day was today. Surprisingly, all it took was a little sweetness to get him to change his mind and convince him it wasn't so bad after all.

Tags: fluff, gn!reader, cursing, enemies to lovers (sorta), Chad is back and more of a dickhead than ever, parts and services!reader

Word Count: 2803

Oh how you hated each other; so much so as that you needed a second person with you at all times when working with them to reduce the chances of either of you ending up dismembered. Sun wasn’t an issue because he was just scared, but Moon was your designated enemy. Why? Because you wore that dreaded clothing that said ‘parts and services’ right across your back, labeling you as a target and an enemy for no other reason than just that. It was almost comical that you had a physical one on one scrap with an entire animatronic on the weekly, though the leftover scars weren’t very funny to the med team. As much as you hated the guy, you still fought against every suggestion to decommission him because deep down you knew that you could work it out. As long as he would let you, that is.

This situation was no different than any other, except right now, Moon had been giving you the slip for an entire two months. The weekly maintenance had been pushed back over and over again by his evasive maneuvers, some encounters ending with claw marks all over your forearms. Today you wouldn’t let him hide any longer though. You could now see the issues going on from the outside, and he would regret not getting maintenance done pretty soon. You’d have to really assert yourself now, because the worry you had for him was starting to get more and more genuine with each passing day. The first task would be to get him to lower his guard, which luckily, you knew exactly how to do.

You still needed to bring a coworker for safety reasons, but said coworker would be the bait. Your buddy Chad was the one coming with you this time, and he was always so easy to roast. One good joke would surely reveal Moon’s location and allow you to get in close to do your job. You were absolutely sure of it.

“Tell me why I need to accompany you again? Aren’t you head tech?” Chad groaned as the two of you pushed your way into the daycare with arms full of tools.

“The owners told me I need someone with me to minimize injury, remember?” You reminded him, throwing a dramatic glance at your still scarred arms.

“Ugh, right. And why is it so damn dark in here? I can’t see anything!” He complained further.

“Sun is afraid so Moon is out to do the hiding for him. He’s damn good at it, I will admit. He’s given me the slip for two months.” You sighed.

“Why don’t you just take him down and shock the bugger? It’s just a robot.”

“Chad please. Dumbasses like you are the reason Sun and Moon hate maintenance. There will be no shocking. How inhumane can you be?” You scolded.

“It’s a machine, _______.” He argued.

“Yeah? And you’re a tool. Wait, no. I take that back. Tools are actually useful, and you’re about as functional as a piece of scrap you moron.”

Chad was horrifically offended by this comment, but you weren’t the only one who found it funny. Moon laughed loudly in the background, enjoying how you mocked him so. This was perfect for you. He was easy to pinpoint now, and this would be your only chance. While Chad stood there like a fish with his mouth open, you left him alone and darted off in the direction of the laugh, throwing yourself into the darkness until you made full contact with a large body of metal. Tackling him to the ground, you sat atop Moon with a victorious smirk, quite proud of yourself.

“You gave yourself away~” You hummed.

“If you don’t get the hell off of me right now I will throw you so hard into the ground your skull will split open.” Moon threatened with a low growl, already preparing to get up and throw you down.

You gave Moon a hefty push with your body and leaned in close, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Look I know we’ve had our differences but I can see the wear and tear on you. Please let me help.” You pleaded in the softest voice you could muster. “I’m not going to change you, hurt you, or decommission you. I’m the new head tech. Whoever worked on you last time… Whatever they did, won’t be happening with me around. Please.”

Moon would’ve snapped one of your limbs by now if it wasn’t for your tone. He’d never seen you look at him so desperately before. He was used to your angry expression you always wore when you gave chase to him. Or perhaps… It wasn’t anger. He analyzed those memories in silence, deciphering the possibility of your previous motives being genuine and worried. He thought that his scanners may have gone out of whack, which really reinforced how badly he needed work done, because he finally realized that your current request was out of desperation at this point.

“You’re awfully quiet so I’m going to take that as a yes.” You said, sitting back up on him. “Chad! Bring me my tools!”

The man responded to your call and dragged over your massive toolbox, thankful for it’s wheels. He finally located you and whistled, impressed by how you had Moon pinned.

“Ah, you got him! You sure he’s gonna stay down or do you need me to give him a shock or two here and there?’ He snickered.

Moon stopped analyzing you after hearing that and shifted his angry, red eyes at Chad. The shocked expression he wore morphed into an even meaner one, teeth gnashed as he tried to get up again. But, he stopped. Why? You spoke.

“Get the hell out of the daycare Chad. Before I make you.” You threatened, shooting your own glare of pure anger at him.

“What? What did I do?”

“Your comments are unwarranted. If you’re going to casually disrespect Moon and throw around jokes about shocking him, you can leave. You don’t get second chances from me.” You explained further.

“But I have to stay! It’s required! You’ve been attacked before! It’s just a damn robot _______!” He argued again.

“I don’t give a damn if both of my arms went missing this very moment by his hand. Get the hell out of my workspace NOW.” You yelled with such guttural force he even felt it in his chest.

He didn’t notice when you got a wrench in your hand, but by the time he did, he almost lost his head. You threw it at him violently enough to scare the hell out of him and send him running, leaving you alone in the daycare with Moon. A deep sigh finally left you now that you were at peace, and you turned your attention back to Moon.

“I am so sorry about him. He will not be present ever again.” You said in a much calmer tone. “Can I still work on you? I need to make sure, even though you’ve very clearly avoided me for two months… ahah.”

Little clicks and whirrs were all you heard for a moment as the intensity of the red glow in his eyes dimmed. Eventually, he did respond to you, which was a surprise since you’d rarely heard from him at all.

“Fine. You’re the last technician that gets a chance. One wrong move, and you’re dead.” Moon finally agreed, working off of how genuine you sounded and hoping that you were truly not going to hurt him.

“Oh thank you. God that’s a relief.” You breathed out, leaning back against his propped up legs for a moment. “In that case, I’m gonna open up your chest plate and get started, m’kay? You let me know if anything feels wrong.”

He’d never been asked that before. No one has ever asked him to give warning when things felt off, let alone warned him of what they were going to be doing next. He watched in a stupor as you flicked on your dim headlamp and carefully popped open his chest plate, handling him as if he were made of porcelain. You did that consistently too. Every time you touched something new, you warned him beforehand. You were probably the only one who knew how well those touch sensors of his worked and how deep they ran, so he watched cautiously as you went about your work.

“Hey, There’s a couple frayed wires in here. One of them is related to your sense of touch, so there’s a chance something weird might happen. Let me know if anything cuts off while I disconnect them to strip them and get them back together.” You said.

“Why do you keep telling me everything you’re doing?” Moon finally asked.

“Why? Why not is a better question. I don’t want you to be afraid of maintenance anymore. You deserve to know what’s happening to your body without getting shocked for it.” You replied softly.

“... You’re the first one to ever consider that for- OW!”

Moon jumped a little while you fiddled with the wires. Instantly you held the copper ends together with your fingers and began to fret, hoping he wouldn’t throw you off of him while you held it steady.

“I’m sorry! These were the ones I was talking about. They’re frayed so badly… But I do have a work around so it won’t hurt again. Can I… continue?” You asked again.

“... Yes.”

Relieved, you nodded and kept the wires pinched between your fingers. They were hot. Hotter than you had hoped thanks to the mass amounts of current running through them, but if you let go it would cause another shock of pain. For some reason when they disconnected they did that, so you held firm to them and carefully stripped away the old casing on either end. It was harder to do with the searing pain in your left hand, but you got it done and twisted the fresh ends together before covering it with heat shrink tubing. The wires were hot enough on their own to shrink it perfectly, leaving nothing exposed.

You nodded when you were done and continued the rest of your work, mostly doing assessments. There was some rust you cleaned up, a bit of tuning up to the fans, nothing too serious at all. The only real issue was the motherboard which had some failing connections and a processor that was far too out of date. That would have to be taken care of down in the actual parts and services area where you could better complete your job. For now though, you considered the checkup done and closed his chest cavity, grabbing a can of WD-40 and giving all his joints a little spray to keep movement smooth.

“Alright, I’m done!” You announced proudly. “You still need a diagnostics check with our head programmer, but this should be enough for today. I can come with you for the check, if that would make you feel better. I’ll give them hell too if they try anything stupid.”

Surprised that you were done and he experienced little to no pain compared to before, he stared at you blankly before nodding. “We would… Like that.”

“Perfect! We’re taking steps in the right direction then~” You said cheerily, flashing him a big thumbs up.

He noticed the burn now. Your thumb was blistered and red with a pointer finger to match, clearly singed from how long you held the wires in place. He surprisingly took your hand and sat up a little, inspecting the injury you inflicted upon yourself for his sake.

“You’re hurt…”

“Ah it’s nothing. I just forgot my gloves.” You brushed off.

“You burned yourself on that wire, didn’t you? And your arms… were my fault.” He said again, looking over the clear scarring that wrapped around either of your forearms. “I thought…”

“You thought I would hurt you, and you had every right to protect yourself. For your benefit, I did chase you with a wrench on more than one occasion. I am a bit of a menace myself.” You chuckled. “I just needed a different tactic. I’m glad that being honest was the one that worked.”

“... Maybe you’re not so bad.” He mumbled.

“I could say the same about you~”

He groaned and let go of your hand, his fans kicking into high gear. There was some clicking and the sound of strained metal, which made you curious. It was near his head, and that’s when you realized it.

“Who… Who the hell installed your face plate? You’re not emoting correctly. God- Do I have to do everything in this damn place?” You sighed. “Tilt your head up a little please?”

He was confused, but did so. All along the seam where sunbeams would normally poke out, you could see the misaligned plates. With a fair warning, you gave the back a sturdy knock and wiggled them back into place, which revealed a couple of disconnected wires just hanging about at the back of his head. You connected them, and the magic really started to kick in. When you leaned back, the expression he really tried to make earlier came forth, showing how flustered he really was by everything. His face was no longer stuck on just angry expressions, and thanks to those wires, a blush bloomed on his features while his eyes shifted to a soft blue.

“There we go! All your expressions work perfectly now! I knew something was still off. You’re lookin’ mighty cute now~” You teased.

“Knock it off you foolish mechanic.” Moon groaned again, knocking your back with his leg to force you forward and into his chest where he hugged you. “Don’t look at my face.”

“I designed your face, silly~. I kinda have to look anyway. You mad that I revealed more than one emotion from you~?” You snorted.

“... No.” He sighed. “Can I… request that you be the only one who works on us? No one else ever does our maintenance with as much care and consideration.”

“Of course! I was actually going to submit a personal request to not let any other workers from parts and services work on you without me present. I won’t hesitate to break anyone's fingers who touch you without my authorization. There won’t be any more shocks in your future.” You nodded, resting your chin on your hands with your elbows pressed into his chest.

The look Moon gave you was so incredibly soft you almost couldn’t believe your own handiwork. Yes you designed it, but the fact that such a sweet expression came from Moon was amazing and adorable. You scoffed and leaned forward, kissing the top of his head affectionately and laughing when he flared up an even brighter blue.

“I think I did a mighty fine job with how expressive you are now. Damn I’m good~” You hummed.

“Yeah. Not so bad at all I guess.” He muttered, forcing you back down into a hug.

You accepted it more openly this time, snickering while you wrapped your arms around his form. It was warm; one of the warmest hugs you’ve ever had. Surprising for someone who spent his time trying to kill you for the past two months. Before the moment could get any nicer though, the door to the daycare swung open again. You knew who that would be.

“Oi! You done in here yet?” Chad called out. “Oh. OH. Should I uh, leave you two alone or…”

“Moon let me go.” You muttered.

Moon did not question you and released his grip on you. The rage flared up inside your eyes once again as you slid off of Moon and whipped around to stare at Chad with your full height.

“Get outta here before I give you a new hole where the sun don’t shine.” You threatened.

“Hey I’m not the one topping an animatronic.” He snorted.

“CHAD YOU BETTER START RUNNING BEFORE YOU END UP SIX FEET UNDER!”

You threw yourself in his general direction once again and sent the man screaming like a little girl out of the daycare. You pursued him regardless, leaving your tools behind and intending to give him a good run for his money with nothing but your bare hands. Moon still sat on the floor, wondering if he should’ve stopped you. His job was to protect, but Chad was someone he wasn’t too interested in protecting. Instead he snickered, watching you dart back and forth after him through the door you left open.

“... That’s kind of attractive.” He huffed, admiring the way you projected your hostility at someone else in the name of protecting him for once.

You definitely weren’t so bad after all.

#moon x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon #moon #fnaf #fnaf fan fiction #for a contest lol #fluff #enemies to lovers #cursing #fnaf security breach #security breach x reader #would've loved to put sun in #but sun is to nice to be an enemy #moon on the other hand #my favourite little dick head <3

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cursestothemoon · 4 years ago

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A Cruel Favor

Regulus Black x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Request: Could I get and angsty and sad blurb with Regulus? Nothing specific in mind, Regulus’ entire life is pretty tragic already- just throwing some strained and kind of heartbreaking romance into that mix sorry i like pain this is how i cope

Summary: Your relationship with the youngest Black brother in the form of memories seen in a pensieve by Sirius Black.

Warnings: Death, sadness, crying, the dark mark, ghosts

Word Count: 3265

Author's Note: babe you asked for a blurb and i just did not listen i am so sorry, if you'd still like a blurb let me know and i'll whip up a little short piece but regardless i hope you enjoy this 😌

“You didn’t know him! You didn’t want to know him!” Your voice bellowed, trembling with the burning anger you held in your heart for the eldest Black brother.

It was true, back when the war was just ‘politics’ and the ‘Dark Lord’ a name whispered behind closed doors, Sirius Black had already made up his mind about his family- Regulus included.

“He was my brother.” Sirius spoke the statement as if just the mere fact of relation was supposed to trump that he hadn't even spoken to his brother in the months prior to his death.

You let out a bitter laugh, “Don’t lie for the sake of saving face, you never saw him as a brother; not then and certainly not now.”

Sirius seemed taken aback by your accusation, his words getting lost on his tongue for a moment before he quickly regained his fiery passion for argument.

“He betrayed me.”

“You were the one who betrayed him!” Your accusatory finger pointed at Sirius.

The eldest Black brother’s features went stoney, “The moment he decided to get that mark, was the moment he lost his name as my brother.”

Everything in the mangey old house seemed to still, a silence falling so powerful you could hear a pin drop. Your slow footsteps were exaggerated in the quiet, each creak ringing in both yours and Sirius’ ears. With a tired hand, you pushed a small pouch onto the surface of the dining room table, the vials inside clinking together softly.

“They’re numbered.” You breathed out. “There is so much you don’t know, Sirius.”

You walked through the door and onto the street hastily, not wasting any time to apparate back home.

Sirius sat down in the nearest chair with a huff, his knees spread as his shoulders slid down the back of the chair. He hadn’t remembered just how far up his brother’s ass you were.

Roughly, he rubbed his face with his palms before lazily reaching for the dark velvet pouch on the table. The emerald green reminded him not only of his brother, but of his entire family, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Sirius couldn’t help the groan that left his mouth at the memories of his family that seemed to plague his mind.

Fittingly, Sirius opened the pouch to reveal just that. The silvery, viscous tendrils that floated through each vial were immediately recognized by the pureblood. You had given him your memories...and a letter.

You deserve to know him.

Y/N L/N

Sirius’ curiosity regarding what secrets of his brother’s seemed to be swimming in the vials bubbled over, he was sure 12 Grimmauld Place was harbouring a pensieve somewhere within its walls, he’d just have to get up and find it.

17 October 1974

Barty Crouch Jr. was an insolent child, the type to collect bones and listen to them rattle. He had a nervous tick, his tongue slithering past his lips every so often in a manner that was so serpentine it made your skin prick.

“Come on then, L/N, be a good little girl and do as I say.”

You threw down your quill in frustration, “Bugger off, Crouch. I’ve said no.”

“Don't be like that,” Barty smirked, coming closer to where you were sitting. “It’s only some homework. You were going to do yours anyway, why not get some extra practice in by doing mine too?”

“I’d rather have unforgivables practiced on me than do anything you ask.”

His sickly sweet smile wasn’t one you were expecting, his voice low and threatening, “That can be arranged.”

Your blood ran cold as you watched his nimble fingers move toward his wand pocket in his robes. Truthfully, you should’ve known better. Being in the same house as Barty allowed you the luxury of hearing all the gossip surrounding him and his hobbies, dark magic and curses being at the top of that list.

“Barty.”

The cold baritone made the sandy-haired menace stop in his tracks, his face contorting into an expression of mild annoyance and frustration.

“There’s no need for you to be acting like a child. Quite humiliating asking someone else to do your work, isn’t it, Crouch? Are you too thick to get it done yourself?”

Barty turned to look at his friend, words jumbling as he tried to figure out how to get himself out of the hole he had dug.

“Reg-” The stone-like stare had Barty cowering and mouth snapping shut, the boy seemingly trying to fold in on himself.

With a simple nod of his head, Regulus directed the him to make himself useful elsewhere, but you were far too taken by the handsome boy in front of you to notice the stomping footsteps of Barty’s as he left. Of course you had known of Regulus Black, seen him from afar and even once had Transfiguration with him, but seeing him up close was an experience in and of itself. His skin was ghostly pale, hair dark and wavy as it fell just below his ears, and his cheekbones were high accentuating the slant of his nose. Regulus Black was beautiful, everything about him seemed to be placed just right and sculpted with the utmost care and attention.

He turned to you, your eyes meeting before he gave you an appraising look.

“Regulus.” His hand struck out, a rather rugged introduction.

Slowly, you took his hand in yours and proceeded to shake it. You couldn’t seem to rid yourself of the feeling that your hand was far too dirty, far too boring to be touching his, to even be near his.

“Y/n L/n, thank you- for that.” You were proud of yourself for not allowing your voice to shake.

“I’m sorry he was a bother.”

Regulus seemed to lack the ability of holding a conversation, he nodded- you assumed a goodbye- and got ready to make his way to the dorms.

“Wait,” Your voice came out before you could stop it. “You could stay, I’m almost done anyway. We could...talk.”

The suggestion had the boy's ears turning pink, his words coming out stuttered and jumbled, a stark contrast from the boy who had told off Barty so eloquently.

“If you- alright.”

You thought for a moment before speaking again, “You’re not very good at talking to people are you?”

“Excuse my blatant honesty, but you make me quite nervous.”

It was your turn to have your ears turn a soft hue of red, “I could say the same about you.”

5 April 1975

“Haven’t you got your own side of the blanket? Must you be so close to me?” You giggled, trying to roll away from Regulus while still avoiding the grass.

Regulus smiled, his eyes closing and nose scrunching in thought before he spoke, “I prefer to be close to you; making sure you won’t run out on me.”

Both of you began giggling, his head falling to nudge your shoulder. Ultimately, Regulus shuffled away from your side, allowing just about a foot of space in between your bodies. The wind rustled your hair as you turned your neck to look at the youngest Black as he sat up, his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles, arms propping himself up as his palms pressed flat against the floor.

It was no secret that Regulus was beautiful. His dark hair- now gently flowing in the cool breeze- stood out against his pale skin, freckles were dusted delicately over his aristocratic nose and sharp cheekbones. You could tell he’d never worked a day in his life with how handsome and soft his hands were. His fingers were long and slender, never dry or rough, and his nails perfectly trimmed and always clean.

Regulus Black was absolutely perfect and you were regretting ever complaining about his proximity.

You were quick to right your wrong, bashfully you raised yourself onto all fours and crawled over to your boyfriend. Regulus tried to hold in his smirk, avoiding turning to look at you directly but you could tell his resolve was breaking.

“Regulus…” You spoke his name with an innocent lilt, sitting back on your shins once you were close enough to have your knees touching his thigh.

He hummed, not giving you the satisfaction of having his full attention.

A huff of frustration fell past your lips at his stubbornness as you threw your leg over his thighs, straddling his legs just above his knees. His composure was thinning, a wide smile threatening to spread across his thin lips.

“You’re far too close,” he teased, his hand coming up as if trying to stop you from getting any closer. “I believe you are on my side of the blanket, L/n.”

“Don’t be so fickle, Black.”

Regulus’ pale blue eyes found yours, his delicate hand coming up to run across the delicate collar of your dress.

“It’s in my nature isn’t it?” His eyes held a certain sadness that you could not place, one you wouldn’t see again until a few years later.

Your lips parted to respond to him, only to be interrupted by a Hogwarts ghost floating nearby. It was a ghost neither you nor Regulus were familiar with and as she passed she mumbled something- rather spitefully- about young love. The event had your train of thought derailed, a quiet giggle erupting from your throat as the transparent, deceased woman floated on.

Regulus seemed to find the woman just as amusing as you did, his eyes crinkling with laughter as you two now looked at each other in fits of hysterics.

“Oh her poor soul!” You exclaimed, eyes looking off in the direction she had gone. “If you were a ghost, Reg, where would you haunt with your undead presence.”

His expression contorted into one of reminiscence, “Uncle Alphard’s cherry orchard just a few kilometers from Monts de Venasque. When we were little, Sirius and I would play in the trees. I could sit in those cherry trees for hours, everything just seemed to disappear. Alphard’s been burned off the tapestry since, but he’s left the property in my possession along with the small house on the land. I think if I were to choose one place to spend eternity, it would be there.”

You smiled softly at his answer.

“And you?” He asked, bringing you out of your lovesick haze.

“Me?” You chuckled. “I’d suppose my eternity would be well spent as long as I was somewhere with you.”

28 June 1976

It seemed the entirety of 12 Grimmauld Place shook with how hard Sirius had slammed the front door.

He was gone.

Completely and entirely gone.

And Regulus was completely and entirely alone now.

Regulus swiftly made his way up the stairs and to his room, just barely avoiding a collision with the poor house elf.

“Y/n’s room.” The words were spoken clearly and concisely as the floo powder fell from his shaky hands.

The time of night- 2:27 am- was of little importance to Regulus, he needed to see you.

You woke up with a jolt, the sound of someone stumbling into your room and panicked mumbling doing nothing to ease your nerves though the mop of dark curls had your heart calming down.

“Reg?”

He turned to look at you with heartbroken eyes, watery and bloodshot.

“He’s gone.” He choked out.

You kicked the blankets off yourself and stood up from your bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor.

Keeping a calm tone you slowly got closer to him, “Who’s gone, love?”

His pain was so evident, rolling off him in waves, “Sirius- he’s not coming back.”

“Oh,” You sighed, treading lightly. “I’m sur-”

“No!” He cried, “Burned off the tapestry, probably with the Potters- he’s gone an-and he left me with them.”

Regulus’ anguish, tear stained cheeks, had your own eyes welling with unshed tears. It was clear words would do nothing to calm him, instead you opted for pushing yourself into him and taking his crying form into your arms. His body seemed to give out as you held him, his tears soaking your shirt as he wailed into your neck.

Neither of you could tell how long you stood in the middle of your room seemingly holding him together, but his cries subsided into gentle whimpers and the occasional sniffle as his nose nudged the side of your neck.

His voice came out rough and strained, just barely above a whisper, “Please don’t- don’t leave me like Si- like he did.”

You could feel your heart shatter, “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”

“I don’t know how I would’ve survived in this mess if I had never known you.”

Your breath came out ragged as you spoke the truest words you've ever dared to speak, “My heart beats for you, Regulus.”

30 December 1979

His forearm itched.

It seemed to always have an odd itch ever since he was sixteen.

Regulus watched your form get closer, bundled in a thick overcoat and a dark blue scarf- Christmas present from himself- wrapped neatly around your neck. You were the picture of beauty, like a living doll with your soft smile and adoring eyes.

“My love.” You greeted him, leaning in to place a soft kiss against his cold cheek.

His eyes seemed distant, your only greeting a tight lipped smile.

Your eyebrows knit together, “Everything alright?”

Regulus nodded, his eyes swimming with a sadness so familiar, “Just taking you in.”

He pulled off his leather gloves, stuffing them deep in his coat pocket before reaching his hand out to hold your jaw, his thumb running across your skin. The action was comforting and you couldn’t help but close your eyes to savour the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

You let out a small gasp when you felt him take your lips in a slow kiss. It was passionate, loving, yet there was a certain finality to it that had a shiver run up your spine in the most unpleasant way.

“I have the cruelest favor to ask of you, and I can only hope you’ll forgive me once I do.”

Your stomach dropped, “What do you mean, Regulus? What- what favor?”

“Please, try to understand-”

“What favor?”

“I couldn’t-”

“Tell me what the favor is, Regulus.”

Your voice had an edge to it that made him compose himself almost instantly.

He took a breath before speaking, his eyes looking off somewhere behind you as he spoke, “He’s getting stronger.”

You didn’t need to ask who this ‘he’ was, the tone made it very clear.

“He has these… horcruxes. Incredibly dark magic, I don't know how many but I know of one. It’s hidden and I’ve found out the location, I can destroy it I know I can but-”

His tone was hushed and your heart rate had started to pick up speed.

“But you don’t know if you’ll live to tell the tale?” You asked with a humorless laugh.

The look in Regulus’ eyes had told you, you were right.

“I can’t let him continue. If this could stop him, weaken him even, it’s worth whatever the consequence to myself may be.” He argued.

You pushed yourself further from him, “I can’t- I won’t lose you. No, there’s no way.”

His expression shifted into one of sorrow and pleading, “I have to.”

And you knew there was no changing his mind.

You bit the side of your lip anxiously, looking at the ground before asking, “And this favor?”

The heartbreak was almost palpable, his voice going raw.

“I cannot be fully prepared to do anything that is necessary to destroy this horcrux if-”

He cut himself off with an intake of breath.

“If I know you’ll be waiting for my return, if I know what I have to leave behind I may be tempted to not go through with my plan.”

You couldn’t help but feel and look horrified, “What are you asking of me, Regulus?”

He seemed to flinch at the tone of your voice, a tone you’d never used before and one he couldn’t name.

“I need you to obliviate yourself from my memory.”

It felt as though your chest had collapsed in on itself, “I-I couldn-”

“You have to!” Regulus cried, his arms gripping the sides of your face as you couldn’t help but let a choked sob escape from your lips. “It’s the only way I’ll be able to go through with it, I can't know that there’s a possibility of leaving you.”

“Please, Regulus, you can’t ask this of me.” You choked out, searching his eyes for some sort of humor, something that told you it was all a cruel joke.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, both of your eyes closing as you two took in short, ragged breaths.

Everything seemed darker. The flowers in the Black garden were cold and dead, the snow wasn’t snow at all, instead dangerous sheets of ice. It was then you realized the war, the death eaters, everything had become so real.

“There is a letter on your bed at home, I’ve settled everything for you. I’m going to stand against the pillar, my back to you, and you are going to do it from behind the hedges so we won’t see each other after. You need to leave once it’s done alright?”

You nodded solemnly, knowing there was no use in fighting it. The cause was bigger than you, bigger than Regulus. Everyone made sacrifices, this just had to be yours.

“My heart beats for you, Y/n, whether I know it or not.”

“And mine for you, Regulus.” You smiled sadly, pulling his wrist up to your face and pulling back his sleeve to reveal his dark mark, pressing a kiss to the skin you spoke, “You aren’t them, you never were and you never will be.”

Regulus smiled but said nothing as he lowered his arms and put his gloves back on. With slow steps he walked to the pillar and looked back at you one last time.

“I’m just taking you in.” He whispered, before slowly turning.

You took your wand from your coat as you took even slower steps to stand just far enough for him not to notice you after it had been done. Regulus felt his resolve crumble with each crunch of your boots against the frozen ground, his eyes screwed shut- tears rolling down his face freely- as he prepared for what was coming.

With a shaky hand you raised your wand.

“Obliviate.”

Present

Sirius seemed to be thrown back from the pensieve, as if the memory had rejected him from viewing any longer, still sensitive. He felt an odd tickling sensation run down his cheek, his hand raising to brush away a stray tear as he fell into a nearby chair.

He never knew…

***

You pushed open the backdoor of your small home, the warm scent of cherry trees welcoming you. The sun was just barely starting to set as you looked off into the horizon of the vast field of trees, if you looked long enough you could make out the handsome silhouette of a boy you once knew sitting up in a cherry tree.

Only a few short months later, the lone figure would be joined by another… a brother.

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Could I have 13 and 70 from the smut list with King Arthur?

A/N: Yes, yes, you can. :D Also took some inspiration from the live-action Cinderella movie. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking.

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + only for smut, p in v

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Prompts: “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”& “I know all of your weaknesses.”

You fidgeted in your pretty gown for the eighth time in the last ten minutes, and your mother was less than pleased. “Stop moving, ungrateful child, this is your chance to impress the King! A chance for us to rise among the nobles!” she hisses at you, pulling your shoulders back. A ball in King Arthur’s court, wearing a corset that did little to help in the way of breathing, and your overbearing mother is breathing down your neck. Your sister beside you covered her giggles with a cough as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, Lady Charlotte!” Mother smiles and thankfully leaves you for a moment alone. You take a deep breath and lower your shoulders, eyes scanning the room for exits.

“She will catch you, you know,” your sister giggles again, “and drag you right back.”

“I feel more like a prized bird on display than a woman,” you scoff, “does she honestly believe that the King is going to look at me in this ridiculous get-up and fall madly in love? We are peasants; how did we even get invited to this? Besides, I haven’t even seen this King before; what if he’s some hideous brute? Maybe that’s why they haven’t commissioned any portraits of him.”

“I’ve heard he’s quite handsome and young.”

“The average life span of a person is only fifty or so years, so how young can he be, twelve?” you groan at seeing the large plume of your mother’s hat coming back your way. “I need to get out of here before mother sells me to the highest coin.”

“Quickly then,” she shoos, “I know why you don’t want to meet the King; he’ll never compare with your handsome stranger.” She grins mischievously at you, and you hold your breath waiting for the fallout.

“How did you know about that?”

“Sister, darling, you are not very good at hiding your feelings.” You glare at her, and she giggles, “I also saw the two of you by the creek when I was out fetching berries last week. He’s quite handsome.”

“There you are!” Mother returns and puts her hands on your shoulders, pretending to show affection. “The King is coming,” she whispers with a grin and moves to stand between the two of you. You look over at your sister and give her your best pleading face, mouthing the words, ‘please don’t tell’ she smiles and nods with a wordless ‘promise.’

The trumpets sound loud, and a man stands forward to announce the King. People sitting rise to their feet, girls around you giggle like children, several pushing up their chests, biting their lips, or pinching their cheeks for some extra color. You stand there with a lump in your throat, trying to swallow around it.

When the King makes his entrance, the crown glistening off the top of his head, your mouth slowly falls open on a gasp. “Art?” you whisper, your mother shushing you; you can feel your sister’s eyes burn into the side of your face. Everyone around you bows and curtsies low in honor, but your body has frozen, your limbs no longer working.

“Curtsy,” your mother grabs your hand and pulls you down with a hiss, and you gasp, nearly falling to the floor with force. The noise draws his attention, and when the crowd rises, his eyes are staring intensely into yours. Those eyes you love, Art the apprentice, is the King of England. “He’s staring at you,” you can hear the glee in your mother’s voice, but all you feel is dread.

The music begins to play, and several Lord’s come up to him showing their offspring off like a cow at the market. And for a moment, his eyes leave yours, and you bolt. “Where are you going?” your mother moves to grab you, but your sister intervenes; God bless her. You walk as quickly as your skirts will allow towards the door to the gardens, and when you are on the threshold, an arm comes out to stop you.

“Wait, milady,” you freeze, half wanting to rip your arm from his grasp and slap him across the face for his misdirection, the other half wanting to turn and get lost in the deep blue of his eyes. “My love,” he whispers only for you to hear, “let me explain.” The second half wins, and you turn slowly, noticing the entire ballroom is watching the scene with rapt interest. His eyes, as blue as the sky reflecting off the sea, have you unraveling before him. “Dance with me?” he straightens to his full height, letting go of your arm and holding out a hand, “please.”

Your hand trembles as you bring it up and place it in his. The warmth that is usually so comforting seems to set your skin ablaze as you follow him to the middle of the ballroom. The music is slow, and you follow the steps with him in a carefully orchestrated dance. “Talk,” you whisper, “why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie,” he grins, “not exactly; I am still learning my trade, just like an apprentice.”

You know all the eyes are on you, and you smile when he gives you a turn, stepping hard on his foot when you come around. He grunts but doesn’t stop the dance, continuing each step. “That wasn’t very nice,” he smiles and says under his breath. “Did you forget love? I know all your weaknesses.” His words light the fire in your belly, and you see the mischief in his eyes as the dance comes to a close.

“Would you join me for a stroll in the gardens, Milady?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Your Majesty?” Sir Bedivere strides over quickly, “there are many ladies who wish to dance with you, my King; you wouldn’t want to insult them.”

“I need to make sure to give each of the ladies my adequate attention. Isn’t that what you told me, Sir Bedivere?” he grins as the other man nods with a thin line of his lips. “I won’t be alone, don’t worry, Sir Tristan will be my guard.” He looks over at the Knight, who has several ladies of his own to tend to, who nods with great reluctance. “See?” he claps the older man on the shoulder and offers you his elbow. “Milady?”

You don’t have much choice, taking his elbow and following him over the threshold and into the gardens. Sir Tristan follows several steps behind, and you walk into the sprawling greenery. When you are about halfway in, he turns with a whistle, “Oi, Wet Stick, bugger off for a bit; we need to have a chat.”

“You know this bird, boss?” he asks with a raise of his brow.

“Yeah, she’s the one I asked you to bring the invitation to,” you look up at him, alarmed.

“You invited us? Well, aren’t you just full of surprises,” you huff and walk further into the orchard part of the gardens, far from the prying eyes of the partygoers.

“Shit,” he follows quickly behind, and you hear Wet Stick snigger and walk off in the other direction. “Wait, darling, please.”

You whirl around with a finger pushing into his chest, “What game are you trying to play? Find some pretty peasant girl, make her fall in love with you, and then embarrass her in front of all the Nobility in England. Was that your game?” You walk away from him and pace back and forth, “I can’t believe I was so naive to think you cared.”

“I do!” he reaches for you and holds you by the shoulders to face him, “I do care, love. I didn’t want you to love me because I was a King, I wanted you to love me! Arthur, the man, not the crown. I never lied to you,” you glare at him with a hand gesturing to the crown on top of his head, “okay I neglected one small detail.”

“One,” you huff out a laugh pushing away his hands, “one small detail?! Arthur, you’re the fucking King of England! I’m only a poor seamstress, with an insufferable widowed mother, who only dreams of becoming a part of the upper class!” You feel the tears swell in your eyes as the truth all comes crashing down on your shoulders; the man you’ve been in love with for months is unreachable; theres’ no way he can marry you.

“Listen to me,” he reaches for you again and takes three enormous strides pushing your back up against one of the apple trees. “Look at me.”

Your mind won’t slow down, “what was your goal with having us come tonight? So you could shame me? Show off to the nobility that you are one with the people? Do you fuck every peasant girl you meet?”

“Listen to me!” he shakes your shoulders, and your eyes widen, looking up to see him. “Listen to me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your own, “there was no game. I saw you in the market ten months ago when I was in the city.”

“Ten months ago? I’ve only known you for six….”

“I didn’t know how to approach you; I couldn’t just go up to you and say hello I’m the King of bloody England, fancy a pint?” You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, his curving up at the edges. “So I dressed in my old clothes, snuck out of the palace, and started slowly talking to you. Then we went for a walk, and I couldn’t stay away. You’ve bewitched me, love. My love for you is more powerful than the magic of the Mage.”

“Honest?” you ask quietly with trepidation, “do you mean that Art?” He smiles at the nickname he gave you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

“Promise, love. It’s only ever and will only ever be you.” He runs his hand against your cheek, and you lean into his touch, letting yourself breathe for the first time all evening.

“I love you too, Arthur; I’m in love with you.” His eyes soften as he gazes down at you.

“We have to go back soon,” he whispers, kissing you softly, “but do you think we got time for?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you smack his arm with a laugh.

“Is that all you think about?”

He grins and takes a step back, “turn around,” he whispers with a wink. You turn around slowly, gasping when your hands are pressed further into the tree trunk. “Quiet love, don’t want anyone to hear us do we?”

He moves quickly, unlacing the top of your corset and peeling the back open, letting it fall to the ground, your breasts sagging with the relief of being free. He palms your breasts, placing rough, scratchy kisses over your exposed shoulders. His hands come around to his waist, and he pushes up several layers of your skirts, reaching for your pulsing heat. He turns you around, and you reach your hands quickly down to palm him through his leather breeches.

Your hands falter on the fabric, and you look down with wide eyes, “I-I made these,” your voice shakes, “they were commissioned a few weeks ago.” You look up to meet his warm eyes as he nods.

“I wanted to support you, and you are the best seamstress in the city. Only the best for the King,” he murmurs, almost shy.

“Well then, my King,” his eyes darken, “I will need to show my appreciation.” You tug open the breeches, and he slips them down his thighs, lifting your skirts the rest of the way.

He fumbles with the layers, and you giggle at the annoyed look on his face. “I swear, when we marry, I demand you just walk around naked at all times. These skirts are ridiculous.”

You don’t have time to respond, the words caught in your throat, as he lifts you and slides inside with ease. “Fuck, always so wet for me, love,” his hips snap inside you, and his mouth tangles with yours, swallowing your moans.

“Arthur,” you moan, feeling him stretch you on his majestic royal cock. This is not the first time you’ve fucked, having given Art the apprentice your virginity in the woods several months ago, but this was the first time you’ve fucked Arthur, the king, and he didn’t disappoint.

“That’s it, love, let me hear you, but only me, don’t want any of them damn nobles to know I already made my choice. That I already fell in love months ago with a beautiful seamstress in the market.” He grunts, and your cunt flutters around his cock with every word. The love between you flowing over with each thrust of his hips.

“I- ah, I love you, Arthur,” you whimper against his neck, slick with sweat. The air is thick tonight, the incoming storm leaving the air thick and dripping.

He pulls back to look at you, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips, “I love you, you’re my Queen, always have been.”

You buck your hips against him, cumming with a silent cry, head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrusts three more times, and then you feel him cumming deep inside you, thick and warm it dribbles down the inside of your thighs. He’d never done that before, always pulling out at the last moment. You open your eyes and look at him; his pupils are wide, almost black as he stares at you.

“Now they can’t say anything,” he mumbles, and you furrow your brow. “You may be carrying a little Prince or Princess now; I have to marry you.”

You grin at what he’s done, his cock still buried inside you. “You’re naughty,” you giggle.

“I’m naughty?” He asks with a smirk, “your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more so at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”

“And what’s that?” You shift your hips, and his eyes widen as you tighten around his cock.

His eyes soften, and he cups your cheek gently, bringing your lips softly to his own. The rub of his beard is rough on your cheek as he moves to your ear, “I’m going to end this party early and show you. I already made my choice a long time ago. But, are you ready?” He pulls back, looking deep into your eyes, “Can you stand by my side and love Arthur the King, as much as you love Art, the apprentice?”

Your heart catches in your throat, blood roaring in your ears at his words; you lean into his hand warmly and on your cheek and close your eyes. Opening them slowly and looking into the sea of blue, “I love you, all sides of you, that doesn’t change because of a shiny crown and a title.”

He slowly pulls out, and you whimper as he lowers you back to the ground, pulling down your skirts and fixing your corset. You both work in silence to be presentable again, his eyes bright as he smiles at you, “Then, let’s go,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand, “I think it’s time to announce our engagement.” He snickers as you walk along beside him back towards the party.

“What are you laughing at?” you chuckle, watching his eyes filled with mirth.

“Your mother is going to faint,” he laughs beside you.

You groan and roll your eyes with a laugh, “Good, maybe she will be quiet for a few moments.”

He booms out a laugh and pulls you close, kissing the top of your head, “oh my love, our life will never be boring.”

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ingravinoveritas · 3 years ago

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I hope David is finally getting some rest in this week before he finishes up with his last week of GOOD. Also heres hoping he takes an extended break and goes to hang out with his man in the land of Oz after he finishes but realistically David doesn't seem to allow himself much downtime just for himself sadly.

Oh, gosh, yes, Anon. I am with you on all of the above--hoping David gets some rest before the run of Good ends, and especially hoping he goes to see Michael in Australia.

I remember being surprised when someone first mentioned to me that Good had been extended/given a new closing date. It truly seems to be such a challenging role and an intense play, and David gives so much of himself to the process and the demands of live theatre (as we have seen in the last few months, with the pictures of him looking tired at LCC Comic Con in November particularly coming to mind).

I know at least some of this is due to what I’ve discussed previously on my blog about his Scottish Presbyterian upbringing and work ethic, that it seems to make him feel like he has to be working, because it’s somehow shameful if he isn’t. And as we saw from the pictures Georgia posted, when he isn’t working, David gives of himself to his family, which is so lovely and beautiful...but like you said, that leaves him precious little downtime for himself.

So it truly would be amazing if he had the opportunity to take a break following the end of Good. I could even see Georgia (in cahoots with Michael, probably) surprising him with a plane ticket to Sydney, and when David looks at her in disbelief and starts making assorted Scottish noises of protest, she just rolls her eyes and tells him to bugger off and pack his suitcase already. Because she knows it’s what he needs, even if he would never do it for himself.

And just imagine David turning up to see Michael’s play. We know that Michael (by his own admission) cries at everything, so there is no question he would get incredibly emotional opening his dressing room door to see David standing there. We also saw David get so emotional hugging Michael at the NTAs last year, so I feel like seeing Michael would have quite an effect on him as well.

What a relief it would be to have the person they love so much standing there in person, face to face instead of on Zoom or WhatsApp. We saw the marked difference in Staged with when they filmed in person instead of virtually (mainly thinking of series two with David putting his hand on the window, the longing looks from both of them, etc.), so I think it would be a wonderful experience for both of them. Maybe they’d even take a trip to the beach (Bondi, perhaps?) on one of Michael’s days off...or just enjoy some sweet quiet time together finally figuring out who the big spoon is.

It certainly is a lovely thing to think about, even if the chances of it happening may not be high. Whatever the case may be, still hoping David gets to have a bit of rest and downtime after the hard work he’s done for Good (and the five million other projects he’s currently in). He more than deserves it...

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #i hope David knows that he is lovely #and deserves good things #a talented actor and a wonderful human being #also i just love that we're all agreed that Michael is David's 'man' at this point #even Georgia probably #tell me again that they're not a couple #ineffable lovers #discourse #gif by me

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getlostsquidward · 4 years ago

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The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.”

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #lou miller x reader #lou miller #ocean's 8 #ocean's 8 fanfiction #debbie ocean #tammy #daphne kluger

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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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Sweet child ‘o mine ↬ a.r

sweet smily babie

A/N: Requests are open btw! I love writing Arvin and I don’t have any arvin requests so you can request for arvin btw :)

Request by @kelieah : okay okay. let's get to it hehe. arvin right? oh my god you should write a dad!arvin 🥺🥺🥺 and reader is pregnant but he's like super protective and lowkey a wreck bc he doesn't know what he's doing? and reader is probably really close to popping the baby? up to you, can't wait to see what you write! :)

Kk so I went a little overboard with the fluff XD

WC: 1.3k+

Pairing: Dad!Arvin Russell x Pregnant!Reader

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Arvin was a protector by nature. He protected all the people he loved, whether it be his late sister, or his girlfriend, now wife and a mother of two. Before you had your first child, Arvin would constantly hover around you till it annoyed you to the point where you would sleep in a separate room.

("Hun don't lift those! You'll hurt the baby!" Arvin shrieked, rushing towards you as you held the shopping bag in your hand with an amused and angry expression.

You were nearly six weeks pregnant, nowhere near your due date, and yet here you were.

"Arvin, this is one single shopping bag."

"Yes but you shouldn't! I saw what happened to the neighbour's wife when she tried to lift 'er bed!"

"Arvin…" you said, tapping your foot impatiently, dropping the shopping bag near your couch.

He was looking at you with a worried expression. You didn't give him time to answer, instead pulling him for a deep kiss.

And what if you were with a child? You were still horny and he was right there looking like a snack.)

You found the protectiveness endearing, especially watching his gruff exterior cut through like a knife. But you were pregnant and you were grumpy, sick of his overbearing attitude and had finally asked him to leave you alone for two seconds, maybe have a cigarette or two. The poor guy had looked heartbroken that day, just enough for guilt to brew in your heart, but you stood your ground.

That day also happened to be the day your first child, Willy, was born. You had convinced yourself that you would never witness such a site as of your husband holding your firstborn with utmost care and love radiating through his every pore, bobbing the baby’s little head as he hummed some lullaby, his soft voice lulling your tired form to sleep.

“Mummy why is daddy walkin’ like that?” Your four year old son asked, looking at you with his daddy’s big doe eyes, making you coo at his adorable expression.

You were sitting on the couch, nine months with your second child, way past your due date as your son sat besides you, a hand on your rounded belly, smoothing down your dress and “talking” to his brother. You found it cute, already feeling the love the little child was going to get from the second smallest member of the Russell family.

You watched in amusement as Arvin paced the hallway, burning a hole in the rugs as he ran a hand through his hair, messing them up as he cursed softly. He had been like that from the day your second child was about to arrive, only for them to want to stay a little longer in your belly.

"Honey you're gonna bear a hole in there." You said, burrowing your brows as he looked at you. He was a wreck, you could see it in how he tried to work two jobs, only to meet you when you were back in bed.

“Daddy’s a little tense right now hun, he’s… he’s worried why the baby hasn’t come to us yet.” You said, caressing Willy’s head as he snuggled next to you, nodding with a faux serious expression.

“Maybe the babe feels safer in your belly moma, it must feel very much loved.” He said with a toothy grin, bumping his nose to your bump as you laughed, hugging your little boy closer to you, tickling his sides, He shrieked with laughter as you bent down as much as you could to kiss his forehead.

“Well the little bugger has been kicking moma for a while now, I think he really wants to come, just findin’ it a wee difficult.” You said, hissing as you felt another kick under your ribs. Massaging the area just like the way your midwife had told you to. You sent your son a wink, hoping that he wouldn’t get too scared at your state. He, like his father, was also very protective of you and the baby.

Hissing at another contraction, you tried to do your breathing exercise, groaning at the pain you felt.

“Daddy! Daddy moma is hurt!” Willy shouted, getting off the couch and running off to where Arvin had been pacing the room.

“No no no hun! Moma is alright, just a little- oh oh Arvin!” You groaned, stretching your husband's name at a painful contraction as you watch him frantically run towards you, stumbling at the carpet and falling on his knees in front of you.

“Hun? Baby speak to me, how far apart are the pains? Do you think it’s time? Should I-”

“Arvin?” You winced, holding your belly.

“Yes honey?”

“Shut the fuck up and do me a favour, get the bag ready will ya?” You said, clenching your jaw as tightly as you could without breaking your teeth, immediately feeling guilty at his crestfallen expression. He was only trying to help you.

“Yes, yes sweetheart, I'll be right back.” He said, scramming to go to your room to get the bag. You knew he had already packed it, unpacked and repacked it multiple times to keep his mind of the calendar.

“Moma? Are you hurtin’?” You son asked, hearing a sniff. You sighed as you saw tears form in his eyes, running your hands through his hair as he sniffed loudly.

“No bun, it’s nothing bad, moma’s fine. I swear.”

“But you’re crying!” He cried out, launching himself on your chest. You sat down with a “oof”, the weight of your son sending you on your back sprawling on the couch.

“Willy! Be careful!” Arvin shouted, pulling your crying son off of you and palming his head as he buried his face into his father’s shoulder, wrapping his little arms around his neck as Arvin cooed at him, trying to shush his muffled cries.

“It’s gonna be alright bubby, I’m not crying anymore, see?” You gritted, groaning loudly when you felt one resonate to your back, a pop sound startling you enough to widen your eyes.

A breath later, the only thing you could hear was your son’s sniffs and your breathing, the wetness between your thighs amplifying as you gave a loud groan, groping for your husband’s biceps, “It’s happening!”

“Oh- oh fuck shit, sorry hun, Willy, do daddy a favor and open the car will you? We need to take moma to the hospital.” Arvin instructed your son, who obediently nodded, a determined expression taking over his adorable face as he ran outside.

“Arvin!”

“Comin’ sweetheart, just a minute!” He grunted, positioning himself by your side, sliding his one hand under your knees and another at your back, You shrieked as he carried you bridal style, your son holding the door open for you.

You would have called the ride torturous had you not heard the shrill cries of your newborn, squishy wet cheeks and scrunched eyes fitted in the palm of your hands a few hours later. Laughing near hysterically, you gently rocked the newly swaddled baby boy in your arms, looking at your husband’s shiny eyes as he carefully touched the baby’s forehead.

“He’s so tiny.” Arvin whispered, rubbing his thumb on the soft skin, watching in awe as the baby yawned, the little eyes scrunching up as they slowly opened, adjusting around the world in a newfound wonder.

“He’s perfect.” You smiled, seeing your four year old hiding behind Arvin’s legs, watching you unsure of himself, “Come here bun, want to hold your brother?”

“I can hold him?” He asked, peaking at you through his eyelashes.

“Of course you can son.” Arvin chuckled, lifting the toddler as he sat on your bed, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Here, hold his head, careful." You whispered, holding one hand on your older son's hands, guiding him to hold his little brother as he looked at the baby in wonder.

"He's tiny!" Willy said, mimicking you when he saw you holding the baby.

"You were this tiny too once, son." Arvin said, smiling at you and Willy.

"No way! I'm a big boy." Willy argued, pouting, which made you and your husband laugh.

"Whatever you say baby."

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 4 years ago

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they were roommates

Warnings - non consensual sex, anal sex, somnophilia, forced drug use

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - over 2k

A/N - READ THE WARNINGS - I can’t stress this enough. Also if you are under 18 just shoo, bugger off. I wrote this from a prompt on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor stalker writing challenge, the prompt was your roommate isn’t who you thought they were. I’m still super new to writing and this is new territory for me, as always a huge massive thankyou to my beautiful wife @buckyownsmylife she helped me a lot and continues to hype me up.

It’s been six weeks since your friend got a new job upstate and moved out,. You’ve had an advert out for a new roommate but so far everyone who’s applied has either been rude or hasn’t shown up. You’re running low on your savings and would probably accept Satan himself if he could pay his fair share. That’s when your latest applicant knocked on your door.

James was polite and charming, he offered to pay a month up front to secure the room and could move in as soon as possible. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he moved in later that week, it was a bit odd that he had no friends to help him but he didn’t seem to have a lot of stuff and had himself sorted while you worked in your home office.

The first night he offered to buy pizza and beers so you could get to know each other better, it turns out you two had a lot of things in common and he was easy to get along with. You must have had a few too many beers because your head felt fuzzy, deciding it was time to go to bed. You said goodnight to James and stood up but felt so dizzy you had to immediately sit back down. James was so sweet though, looking after you, he actually picked you up and put you to bed so you didn't have to walk the short distance to your room.

Waking up the next morning you realised you were wearing a t-shirt you didn’t recognise but you didn’t remember getting changed, your mouth felt strangely dry so you got up for a drink. That’s when the soreness hit you, in between your legs, rushing to the bathroom you were confused that you weren’t getting your period and nothing seemed to be different. You assumed you were getting sick and went for hot tea to soothe yourself.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking and nibbling on some dry toast, James walks in looking like he’s just been for a run. He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to you giggling “you can’t possibly be hungover you only had three drinks last night” you look up at him smirking and sarcastically respond, “yeah, well, maybe I’m just a lightweight”.

As you get up to clear away your mess he clears his throat making you turn. “Should we have a system for when we have people over in the future?” You look at him confused. “I’m sorry what do you mean? Do you want to bring someone over tonight?”

He chuckles at you, “Well no, not tonight but if you want your friend from last night to come back I can make sure you have some privacy,” he offers you, smirking at the confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand, I went to sleep last night. I didn’t have anyone over.” Taking a step closer, he leans on the counter separating you both. “Then who did I hear you with last night and who did I kick out this morning?” You stare at him open mouthed and scurry off to your room to check your phone for some clues, you feel your chest tighten when you see that you matched with someone last night and invited him over. How could you not remember? You were absolutely mortified, what is James going to think of you now?

Sitting in your home office talking to idiot customers on the phone all day, you try to take your mind off what happened last night. How can you have invited someone over, had sex and apparently stolen his t-shirt without even knowing? You vow there and then you aren’t drinking ever again. However, the end of the week rolls by and it's been the absolute worst, your boss is a dick, your customers are all idiots and to top it off your best friend hasn’t responded to your calls all week and you don’t know why.

You have a quick shower and decide to spend the night binge watching whatever you can find on Netflix when James sits next to you handing you a gin and tonic. “Thanks but I’m not drinking for a little while.” You go to put the drink down but he pushes it up to your mouth

“Don’t be silly, you’ve had a hard week. One drink won’t hurt” smiling at him you take a sip and he’s right, you instantly relax and get cosy on the sofa, ordering chinese and laughing at the show you both decide on. Waking up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth again, you find yourself laying on your bed but this time you have your own clothes on which is a relief. Standing up, you feel a bit weird round the back like you’ve been stretched out with one of your plugs but that’s not possible, they’re hidden in your box under the bed.

You drink a big glass of water and sit on the kitchen counter, a little uncomfortably, but quietly and relax. Something has been off the last week and you can’t put your finger on it, it's always weird when you get a new roommate and you’ve put it down to that but you just sense something isn’t quite right. You lean your head back on the wall behind you and get a surprise when James walks round the corner. “Hey doll, you feeling ok? You looked a bit sickly earlier and went to bed. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You nod at how sweet he was and drink some more water before hopping down. “I’m fine just going to sleep it off.” He takes your glass for you, offering to wash it and says goodnight, watching you walk away very closely and licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

It’s been a few weeks now since James moved in, he’s got to be the best roommate you’ve ever had. He pays his bills on time, keeps the place spotless and he’s such a good cook, always making food and drinks for you. It's lucky that he’s so kind because none of your friends seem to be in touch anymore, you message them and even try calling them but no one ever replies.

You sit watching your usual Friday night film with drinks and Chinese takeout, talking to James about both your weeks, tonight though he sits closer than usual and his face seems to light up when you talk to him. He’s possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in real life, you’ve never looked at him that way before because not only is he your roommate but he’s so far out of your league it's laughable. You tell one of your stupid jokes and he laughs with his whole body, his arm goes around the back of the sofa and he pulls you in close, hugging into him, you relax biting your lip when he kisses the top of your head.

That was the beginning of it for you both. You had daily movie nights, he cooked for you every day, listened when you got upset that your friends seemed to have dropped you and even encouraged you to start running with him. Everything felt perfect, you still occasionally woke up sore with a dry mouth but James told you it was just your body getting used to all the exercise you were now doing. Both of you had really found each other, loners who just needed someone to listen.

You went down to collect your mail one day and stood talking to your elderly neighbour when she told you how familiar James looked, she couldn’t work out where she knew him from but she praised you on finding such a nice young man who apparently had carried her groceries up the stairs for her when the elevator was broken. Smiling at her you told her to have a good morning and went back to your apartment looking at the thick brown envelope addressed to you, you never really got anything in the post except the occasional leaflet. James had made you a coffee and you smiled at him taking the package in your room to open while you got ready to have a shower.

In the shower you decided tonight would be the night with James, you shaved yourself from head to toe and used your best lotions. Winking at him as you walked to your room, he had a weird look on his face and couldn’t seem to look at you. In your room the envelope had been moved, it looked like it was open too. Bending down to pick it up you hear James behind you but before you can turn around you feel a pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You wake up with a blinding headache and go to move but your body feels too heavy. “Ssshh sweetheart, don’t move, I had to tie you up for your own safety.” You look at him confused, trying to pull on your wrists but you can’t move.

“James, what’s happening?” Sitting next to you he slips some ice chips in your mouth to ease your dry throat and takes a deep breath.

“You can blame your friend, we were so happy and she had to try and take you away from me.” A tear runs down your cheek, you’ve never heard him talk like this and it’s terrifying. “I told your little friends to leave you alone or I’d take care of them all but they just didn’t listen.” He throws the envelope down and slowly shows you the newspaper clippings and articles they had sent you, apparently he was on the run and considered dangerous, something to do with what happened with the helicarriers that crashed a few months ago.

“I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore,” he says with a smirk, wiping your tears away and tutting. “Don’t be scared of me, I’m doing this for you, for us!” Pulling on the restraints on your feet and arms again he shouts, “Enough!” You stop immediately, scared of what he‘ll do if you don’t. “You were so nice to me on the phone when I first got free, you helped me hire that car that brought me to New York. I hacked into your company's database and found you. Your roommate was easy to convince with a little bit of money and I hired all those people to come and see you so when I finally got my chance you’d want me as much as I’ve wanted you”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You managed to stutter out, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“You never leave the house, you stay home all day working then sit watching TV all night, I saw you through the webcam. You really should be more careful.” He smirks before running his fingers over your naked body. Feeling how smooth and soft your skin is he smiles. “Did you do all this for me? Sweetheart, I’ve already had all of you, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I love you just the way you are”.

The realisation hits you and you sob loudly. “Have you been touching me while I sleep?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at you with so much admiration.

“You’re so smart, I’ve been preparing you to be mine. I didn’t know how long it's been since you’ve been with a real man, not those silly little toys under your bed and I wanted our first time to be special. I even set up that fake dating account so you would think you had a guy over on that first night.” He strokes your cheek and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying.

“James I’m cold, can you untie me and we can talk properly, please.” He studies your face for a brief moment before leaning forward and chuckling in your ear.

“You can’t think I’m that stupid baby, oh and you can call me Bucky now. If you’re going to be mine forever we need to get better acquainted.” He drops his sweatpants and straddles your hips. “We’re going to have so much fun”.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier

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sugar-bunii · 4 years ago

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Adrenaline rush

You and Octane have been going steady for about 4 months now, everything has been perfect so far but something was missing. You’ve always wanted to be sexually intimate with him but he hasn’t been picking up on any of your hints.

First it was asking to shower together but he was too worried about taking off his prosthetics, next it was when you asked him if he wanted to try something new. He got exited but started going on about the new sushi bar that opened. Another time was just you walking into the room in a towel after showering, he quickly covered his eyes and left so you could get dressed.

As clueless as he was you decided to ask him directly once he got home from the arena. 9:47 rolled around and he opened the door excitedly, “Hey, you’re home early what’s up?” You ask him as he settled down next to you on the couch. “We got a flawless victory and the announcer said we deserved to go home early and take a break!” He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and you put your head on his arm. You thought if you were going to ask it might as well be now.

“What’s up with that look on your face, are you thinking about something?” He asked, taking his mask and placing it on the table. “I was just thinking of a way to celebrate this victory of yours.” You strattled him and kicked your leg on the other side of him. “Woah what’s this about?” He said with a smirk. You whispered in his ear “how about we take this to the bedroom?” A look of excitement washed over his face. “I thought you’d never ask!” He said with excitement, picked you up and practically ran to your room.

As he placed you on the bed he switched the playlist you were listening to, “Why’d you do that?” Slightly joking but almost offended. “I’ve got a special playlist I’ve been working on” he states and sticks his tongue out playfully. He puts on a playlist called “bangers” and the first song that plays is The hills by “The Weeknd.”

“Kay, now where we’re we?” You take off your shirt and he does the same, he stares at your topless body for what feels like forever, “wow,,,you look absolutely stunning” you feel a blush come over you due to the unexpected compliment. He began kissing your stomach, slowly moving his way up planting kisses all over your body, your scars, and taking his time with your stretch marks. You can hear him counting with every kiss.

He hovers over your neck, hesitating before resuming with the kisses “67, 68, 69 hehe 69, 70, 71…” he giggles and continues. The kisses started to become more and more passionate, leaving hickeys on your neck “mine, mine, mine” he mumbled as he ventured from your neck, to your jaw, moving to your lips.

As he pressed his lips to yours he moved one of his hands against your cheek and another slowly moving toward your sweatpants, “is it okay if I-“ you cut him off “oh please help yourself” you say as you waste no time getting back to connecting your lips. You place a hand on his chest and break away from the kiss gasping for air.

Octane pressed his forehead against yours as you both pant, “god I love you so much” he says “I love you too” he smiles as starts working his way into your panties and rubbing circles around your clit. The sudden movement sent a feeling of sensation through your body, your heavy breathing triggered something in Octane to start moving his long now dampened fingers faster at an exhilarating speed.

“Let me hear your pretty noises my love” Octane says as he began kissing your neck once more, as you moan in his ear you receive what sounded to be a mix between a growl and a moan from him. “Please~put them in me” you beg, with a slight hesitation Octane slips two fingers into your dripping wet pussy. “God you’re taking me so well, mi amor~ don’t cum yet, we still have a few more rounds to go and I want to make it last” He says with a raspy tone into your ear.

He pulls his fingers out of you as you’re on the verge of your climax, you let out a small simper and Octane seems to have noticed. “Oh what’s the matter baby, did you want me to keep going?” He says tauntingly. Octane slowly moves down your body trailing his hands, wandering almost like they had a mind of their own.

Octane propped himself up as he was hovering above your pelvis, he slid your sweatpants down every so slowly that you thought you would lose your mind if he didn’t hurry up. For being one of the fastest legends he sure did like taking his time with you. “Oh my, you’re soaking wet just because of these little guys” he says licking his fingers clean of your lingering taste. “And you did say I could help myself.” He says with a smirk.

He stood up and pulled something out of the nightstand next to the bed, “I picked this little bugger up last week.” He says sticking his tongue out at you. “You’re really taking your time tonight, aren’t you?” You ask impatiently “I’m exited and I kinda like making you wait.” He stuck out his tongue and opened the package to reveal a vibrating tongue piercing. He replaced the bar in his tongue with the rubber covered piercing and quickly got back to his position.

“Are you going to be able to handle this?” He teases. “It’ll depend on how well you can use it, but we’ll have to wait and see” you say in response. “If you say so” Octane says as he turns on the little bug in his mouth, as soon as the vibrations hit your lower lips your back arches and your hips buck upwards. Octane steadies your hips and pins then to the bed, for having such a small build he’s so much stronger than you’d think.

As he’s slurping up every drop that drips from your pussy the piercing is perfectly hitting your sweet spot. As he focused more on your clit one of his hands teased the surrounding area of your dripping hole. “God your little hole is so pathetic, dripping just from this piercing, let’s see if you can handle three fingers this time. Just tell me if it’s too much for you, okay?” Octane says reassuring you, making sure you feel comfortable. “Okay, I~” you’re cut off by his fingers curling inside you, keeping a steady pace but fast enough to satisfy his constant need for speed.

Steadily Octane began going faster and faster, in and out of your pussy, the noises from all of your juices leaking out with the speed of his fingers. You run your fingers though his hair and your other hand grips the sheets as you teacher your climax. “Octane, oh god, I’m gonna cum” you desperately say, bucking your hips and arching your back more and more. “Good baby, cum in my mouth, you’re doing so good for me”

As you finally reach your climax you thought it would be over from there, but as Octane held your legs down and locked in, you know you would be there for longer than you anticipated. “Oh good girl, but we’re not doing this for your pleasure, we’re doing this for me, it’s so fun to see you squirm and moan just because of me” You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter, the room smelt of sex and “It wasn’t me” by shaggy filled the silence in the room aside from the sound of the piercing in Octane’s mouth buzzing away as he started to ride you over the edge.

As you moaned his name and gripped his hair he would continue to rub your clit and finger your dripping hole, he moaned praises into your pussy and spat on it from time to time. Soon tears started to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, he had been eating you out for what seemed to have been hours but he didn’t seem to have lost any stamina from fingering you as fast as he did.

Octane started to slow down the pace of his fingers, looking up at you. Your body was twitching, tears stained your face, and you let out small whimpers and he finally removed his fingers from your drenched hole and replaced the burnt out piercing with the original bar that was in its place. “You did so good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He said as he grabbed a wet rag from the bathroom. As he cleaned you up he praised you and told you how much you meant to him.

After he got you cleaned up he pulled an oversized shirt from the closet and clean underwear for you to put on. He placed you on the couch, put the bedsheets in the washer, and drew a bubble bath for the both of you.

He picked you up off the couch, undressed you and put you into the bathtub. “Are you gonna join me in here?” You ask with little energy. “Of course my love, I just need to remember if my legs are waterproof or not.” As he takes off his leg he looks at the small writing on the back of them: made for any type of terrain, adventure, and damage. “We’ll be fine”

He removes what little clothing he had left on him and slipped into the bathtub behind you, grabbing the shampoo and washing your hair. For how rough he was a few minutes ago he was quite gentle scrubbing the shampoo into your hair. “I love you mi amor, I really do mean it, you’re my everything and I would do anything to keep you happy” Octane rinsed your hair and planted soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. “I love you too, we should do this more often, Ive been trying to drop hints but I didn’t think you were picking up on any of them.” You respond as you move your hair to make way for his kisses.

“You have? I guess you just have to be more straight forward with me, but if I think you’re dropping hints I’ll ask before I assume.” He says in response rubbing body wash on your shoulders and arms. “Sounds good to me, thank you again, I love you.” You say with a slight hum to your voice. “I love you too y/n”

End

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Thank you for reading!! This is my first fanfic and it took me just about two days to make. Expect more in the future unless I get flagged for inappropriate content.

I may or may not have had to look up if octanes prosthetics were waterproof, but I’d say I like how this turned out!

#octane x reader #fiction #apex fanfic #octavio silva #imagines #apex imagines

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all-the-love-harold · 4 years ago

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Kiwi - The Post Pandemic Rewrite

Chapter 1 - Maybe Baby

November 4th, 2019.

“He’s finally asleep” Harry said, voice filled with a mixture of relief and defeat as he threw his body onto the king size bed and stared at the ceiling.

“You’re a superhero,” Poppy said from the ensuite, mouthful of toothpaste “little bugger had so much energy this afternoon.”

“Hmm,” Harry mumbled, enjoying the way the soft mattress cradled his aching body, “I think he’s onto us.”

Poppy giggled, poking her head around the bathroom door. Still wondering how she was going to break the news to him “What you mean, H”

“He’s worked out that we’re not real adults yet”

“Oh” Poppy sighed and flung herself onto the bed next toy Harry, “he worked that out months ago, I don’t know what we’re going to do when he starts talking properly”

Harry laughed, letting his arms drape over Poppy’s shoulder

“How did we get here, pop? I’m so fucking happy right now” He kissed her cheek “you and that little devil in there, make me so fucking happy”

“And, y’know, your soaring success as a solo artist”

Harry shrugged “yeah that helps too”

“So,” Poppy said nervously “just so you know, I’m late”

Harry furrowed his brow “What for? We didn’t have any plans tonight, did we?”

“No” poppy shook her head, letting out a breathy laugh “the other kind of late”

“What other ki…..” his eyes widened “Oh…...have you….like, taken a test”

“No” she shook her head “It feels too early… and we don’t have any”

Harry sat up, “I can go for a drive, that way we’ll know”

“You haven’t had dinner yet”

“Can’t eat now” he said

“Fine” poppy nodded as she sat up, “but bring some ice cream or something back with you”

“So you are pregnant then? All you ate last time was ice cream and cronuts, do I even need to buy the test?”

“Ahhh cronuts” she sighed “that was a great trend, we should bring those back”

“We might have to if you’re pregnant” Harry stood up and held his hand out to help Poppy up too and wrapped his arms around her as she stood

“This is a really bad time to be pregnant H”

“It’s not ideal,” he admitted, “but we’ll make it work, yeah?”

“We did with Oli, but let’s find out first, before we start stressing”

Harry pulled away from the hug “You need anything while I’m out?”

“Just ice cream” Poppy smiled

“Ice cream and a pee stick, coming right up!”

***

Harry was only gone for half an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Poppy had managed to clean their bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom and heat Harry up some leftovers, all just to stop her mind from racing. If she was pregnant, they were in for the most stressful few months of their lives. It would be worth it, but the timing couldn’t be any worse. And then there was the fact that Oli had been one in a million and she wasn’t supposed to be able to have babies.

“I’m home” harry called from the front door

“Shhhhhhh” Poppy whispered “Let him sleep, the kid doesn’t sleep”

Harry scowled “Sorry” he whispered “I have supplies” he held up a tote bag with the logo from his last tour on it.

Poppy ushered him into the kitchen “I heated you up some of that pasta from the other night, you eat, I pee, then we eat ice cream”

Harry laughed “Ok, Can’t argue with that!” he handed her the pregnancy test “here you go, my lady”

“Why do I feel 16?” Poppy laughed “this is a good thing”

“It is” harry beamed “now go wee”

“Now I feel 2” she laughed and turned around, locking the bathroom door behind her

Harry sighed deeply and rested his head on the door

“Go away styles, I can’t pee while you’re standing there”

“We’ve been married for 2 years!”

“That doesn’t make my bladder any less shy”

“Alright, fine, I’ll go eat my dinner”

“Love you” she called

Harry smiled as he walked into the kitchen and took his dinner off the stove. He felt like he could burst with excitement. He loved Oli, he loved Oli so so much, but he had always wanted to have his baby with Poppy.

“Are you eating?” Poppy said walking into the kitchen

“No” he shook his head “I’m nervous”

“Well, we’ve got three minutes to wait, so you might as well”

Harry dramatically picked up his fork and took a mouthful of pasta “Want some?” he said, with his mouth still full

“No” Poppy scowled “you’re gross”

“The gross father of your child” he smiled

Poppy pointed at him sternly “Don’t get excited, you know I’m not meant to be able to have babies”

“Right” he solemnly “sorry” he hung his head and ate his dinner. “Was the three minutes this long when we found out about Oli?”

“WE, didn’t find out about Oli, I did, and you didn’t answer your phone for hours”

“I do vividly remember you also asking me to bring you food that night too”

“Girl’s gotta eat” she shrugged

Before Harry had the chance to reply Oli’s cries echoed through the baby monitor

“I’ll go,” Harry said, putting his plate down. He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Poppy in silence, feeling a little uneasy. She didn’t know how she would feel if she was pregnant, given the timing of it all, and she didn’t know how she’d feel if she wasn’t, because if she was honest, she would give anything to have another baby.

“Hey Buddy,” Harry cooed through the monitor, “Why are you crying?”

“Pippy,” Poppy heard Oli’s voice, “Itchy.” She ran her fingers through her hair and stood up to go and help Harry. She gently pushed the bedroom door open and saw Harry, with Oli in his arms, searching the room for his dummy and toy dog that he’d named after Mitch on Harry’s tour last year.

“He’s been asleep this whole time, how does he lose them?” Harry asked, stress evident in his voice.

“Pippy is probably under the cot,” Poppy said “and Itchy could be anywhere, he tends to throw it.”

“Mummy!” Oli said after hearing Poppy’s voice. She took him from Harry and let him rest his head on her shoulder gently swaying to try and keep him settled enough to go back to sleep. Harry bent down and searched under the cot, pulling the dummy out from under it

“Here’s Pippy, my little dude,” Harry handed the dummy to Oli, who now had a smile on his face as he put it back into his mouth.

“I'll settle him back down this time H, you go finish your dinner” Poppy smiled gently, “And don’t look at the stick”

Harry nodded and left the room. It took every ounce of strength in him not to walk straight into the bathroom and find out if he was going to be a dad again, or technically speaking, for the first time. But it wouldn’t feel real if Poppy wasn’t with him when he found out anyway. He ran his fingers through his hair and took an exaggerated step past the bathroom door and down the hallway, back into the open plan kitchen. His pasta had gone cold again, but he was too nervous to eat it all anyway. He pushed it around the plate, willing himself to have at least one mouthful, so that Poppy wouldn’t worry.

“H” Poppy whispered coming back into the kitchen again, holding onto the stick that sealed their fate “It’s negative”

Tears welled in her eyes before she could say anymore. Harry didn’t need to say anything, he simply wrapped his arms around her until she was ready.

“We’re not ready” she eventually broke the silence “But I was so excited”

“Me too,” Harry nodded “We could start trying?” he suggested tentatively

“Harry, you’re about to release another album, and go on a year long tour, we can’t have another baby”

“If that stick had two little lines instead of one, we would have made it work, so why not start trying and make it work when we need to?”

“Because we could make life easier for ourselves and start trying in a year when you’re home for a while”

“I see your point, and raise you, what if it takes a year?”

“It could” Poppy admitted, more to herself than to Harry

“Is that a yes?”

Poppy pursed her lips for a moment “What if we just stop not trying?”

Harry nodded, placing his hands on his hips “I… I don’t know if we’ve ever not been trying…”

Poppy knew he was right, they never used protection and since Oli stopped breastfeeding she’d been pretty lax about getting the contraceptive needle on time “Maybe we should make an appointment with Dr Marshall then”

He sighed “Yeah”, the realisation dawned on them that they’d already been trying for at least six months and they both stood there in silence until one of them found the courage to say what they were both thinking.

“We’ll have a baby one day Pop” said Harry “even if we have to find another way”

He walked over to the freezer, pulled out the icecream he'd brought home and handed Poppy the tub.

"And in the meantime, we can eat all the ice cream in the world"

***

November 6th 2019

The next few days went by and all Poppy could think about were babies and pregnancy. Everywhere she looked, she saw a pregnant woman or a newborn baby and it didn’t help that it was her week to be picking Oli up from daycare, where there was an abundance of babies that looked adorable all sitting there in their little high chairs having afternoon tea when she arrived.

“Ella, I want a baby” Poppy said when they returned from their lunch breaks

“You’ve got one,'' Ella said sarcastically. “Remember him? Fluffy blonde hair, adorable chubby cheeks? Carries that weird dog thing around with him everywhere he goes.”

“Yeah, he’s the best,” Poppy smiled. “But I want another one. With Harry…”

Ella rolled her eyes. She wasn’t the maternal type. At all. “Does Harry want one?” she asked

“Yeah, I took a pregnancy test the other night, it was negative, but he suggested that we start trying, then we realised that we haven’t not been trying for about 6 months now”

“Ooooh” Ella didn’t really know how to respond to that “I’m sorry babes”

“We’ve got an appointment with our OB on Friday,” Poppy said “But since I realised how blazè we’d been about protection, I’ve wanted it even more”

“It’s that thing where you want what you can’t have,” Ella paused “not that you can’t have one”

Poppy’s mind was racing now. Oli had been a drunken accident that was never supposed to happen, a 1 in 100 kinda thing… What if he was it for her and Harry? Obviously she was grateful and she wouldn’t change him for the world, but a big family had always been her dream.

The rest of the day crawled by slowly. Poppy didn’t get much work done, she spent most of it staring out the window thinking about her family and by the time 3:30 rolled around she decided it was time to go and pick Oli up, given that she wasn’t getting anything productive done here. It was cold out, so she wrapped herself in her coat and walked briskly to her car. Usually she’d walk to the daycare because it was only around the corner but it really was too cold to do that today and she didn’t want Oli to get sick on the walk back. She pulled the car out of the underground car park and onto the busy London street and around the corner only to park it again, luckily right outside the daycare.

She walked in and signed Oli out on the IPad in the foyer and then she opened the door to the nursery room to see all the babies sitting in a circle with their teacher, Sarah, singing ‘twinkle twinkle little star.’ Oli had his hands in the air, following along with the actions and all Poppy could do was smile while she got all his things together.

“Oli”, Sarah said softly as she finished the song. “Your Mama's here early today.” Oli turned around and saw Poppy standing at the gate to the playroom “Mummy!” he squealed as he ran towards her

“Hi little dude,” Poppy smiled, grunting a little as his weight slammed lovingly into her legs.

“He’s had a good day today Mum,” Sarah said “but he didn’t have a sleep. Harry asked this morning if we could keep him up.”

Poppy nodded as she picked Oli up, his hands twining easily around her neck, “He’s been tough to get to sleep at night, gets way too excited after dinner, the little monkey.”

“Well fingers crossed, he’ll go to bed early for you tonight” Sarah nodded, smiling. “Are you going to sleep tonight Oli?” Poppy asked him

“No!” he giggled

Both Sarah and Poppy laughed in response “Oli say bye?” Poppy said to him

“Bye, bye, ” he waved as Poppy walked out of the room.

They got home and Harry was still at the studio which was a little unusual considering the album was done and ready to be released. But Poppy didn’t think too much of it since he was always writing new songs. Oli however, wasn’t used to him not being home after daycare.

“Where Daddy?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders as he walked out of the living room where he’d been looking for Harry.

“He’s singing some songs buddy, he’ll be home soon,” Poppy reassured him “Should we play with your cars while we wait?”

“Yeah” Oli’s face lit up with excitement as he ran into the living room and Poppy followed. They pulled out the container that stored the cars and trucks and Oli started to drive the cars on the carpet while Poppy put the track together. It wasn’t long before Oli started to get tired though and by 5pm Poppy decided that it was time to get his dinner ready.

“You ready for dinner buddy?” she asked, standing up from the floor

Oli toddled behind her into the kitchen and climbed into his chair at his toddler table while Poppy opened the fridge to throw something together for him. There wasn’t a lot there, but the kid loved capsicum and Hummus and she knew that there was pasta in the pantry that she could cook up for him. She made a mental note to do some groceries after work tomorrow.

The security camera that sat in the kitchen and warned them of any movement in front of the house made a noise and Poppy turned around to Harry driving into the driveway

“Daddy’s home Oli!” she said, smiling wider than she normally did when Harry arrived home

“Daddy!” Oli said happily raising his arms in the air as if he was cheering

“Alright, enough of that little dude, there’s enough people that cheer for your dad, you don’t need to boost his ego even more” she walked over and placed a kiss on his forehead “you’re pretty cute though”

“You too mumma”

“Hi Mumma” Harry said, walking into the kitchen, dumping his keys on the bench “Hi my boy” he said to oli, kissing both Oli and Poppy.

“How are my two favourite people tonight?”

“We’re good” poppy smiled, feeling a little bit like a school girl in his presence “you’re chirpy today?”

“Finalised the tour today, album’s out in just over a month, what’s not to smile about?”

November 8th 2019

Harry and Poppy sat in the waiting room at Dr Marshall’s office and it felt like they’d taken a step back in time to two years ago, when Poppy was pregnant with Oli and everything was just about to turn pear shaped. They were both just as nervous as they had been then, Harry couldn’t stop bouncing his leg and Poppy could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

“Poppy”, Dr Marshall called and they both stood up immediately and followed her into the office. “It’s nice to see you both again, how’s that little boy of yours going?”

“He’s great” Poppy nodded “He’ll be two in just over a month”

“Wow, that went quick!” she smiled “And are we expecting again?”

“No, ” Poppy said “But we’ve been having sex with no protection for about 6 months now with no luck”

Dr Marshall nodded and opened Poppy’s file to remind herself about her condition. “So you’ve got a bicornuate uterus, which means that trying isn’t really the problem. As long as you’re healthy you shouldn’t have any trouble conceiving, the problems come after conception for you”

Harry’s grip tightened on Poppy’s hand.

“Now 6 months of trying isn’t unusual, it can take the average couple between 6 and 12 to conceive, what kind of protection were you using before you started trying?”

“I was having the depo-provera injection”

Dr Marshall smiled and nodded “That would be part of the problem, have you been having normal periods since you stopped?”

Poppy shook her head, trying to remember what her periods had been like for the last few months “not really”

“It can take quite a while for ovulation to return after the injection, sometimes up to 12 months, but most women will start ovulating again with 6 months, without ovulation, there won’t be a baby”

“Is there a way to make me ovulate?” Poppy asked

Dr Marshall shrugged “There is,” she nodded “But let’s not think about fertility treatments yet, it’s only been 4 months. It is possible that your first little one was a one off, an egg that implanted in exactly the right spot for the shape of your uterus not to affect it until much later in the pregnancy”

Poppy felt Harry draw in a breath and hold it for a little too long.

“BUT” Dr Marshall emphasised, sensing their anxiety, “you’re young and healthy, it could very well happen again . So, once you fall pregnant you book an appointment with me and we’ll do everything we can to make it work”

“Is there anything we should be doing to increase the chances of everything being fine?” Poppy asked.

“You can start taking pre-natal vitamins and track your ovulation but other than that, all you’ve got to do is have sex and we’ll deal with the rest as it comes.”

“I think we can handle that”, Harry said with a grin on his face.

“I’m sure you can,” Dr Marshall agreed as she stood up to let them out of the room. “I hope to see you again in a few weeks with some good news, as soon as you get a positive test, book an appointment and we'll go from there"

Harry and Poppy walked out of the office, hand in hand without saying a word until they got to the car.

“So we’re having sex as soon as we get home then?” Harry said “you know Doctors orders and all.”

“Who said we had to wait until we get home?” Poppy leaned over and kissed Harry gently.

“The paps that could be hanging around,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair

“There’s a tiny side street just down the road where they won’t find us”

“You really do have a thing for car sex don’t you?” he smirked

“Always have.” Poppy nodded

“Hmmm, I remember” Harry said, turning the car on,

“Let’s not talk about that,” she blushed, thinking back to a time before her and Harry were an item, when she was a uni student who had a ‘friend’ who was too intimidated by Harry’s house to go inside

“I think that’s for the best,” he agreed as he put the car into drive and took off out of the carpark towards the alleyway that Poppy was talking about and when he found it, he pulled in and switched the car off once again.

“Does this feel sketchy enough for you?” she asked, leaning over the centre console so that she could start to kiss his neck

“I feel like we might get robbed,” he giggled, placing a single finger under Poppy’s chin and lifting it up so that she was looking at him. Their lips quickly connected and all the built up tension from the last few days disappeared. Poppy wasn’t all that comfortable leaning over the centre of the car so she pulled her lips away from Harry’s for a second and lifted her body up and tried to climb onto his lap. She was too tall though and she quickly fell back onto her seat. They both started laughing.

“I’ll move my seat back” Harry said, still giggling. He pushed his chair backwards and offered Poppy his hand so that she could climb over. She made it this time and without a thought, their lips connected again and this time, Harry’s hands began creeping over Poppy’s chest.

“This might need to come off,” he gestured towards her shirt.

“I will if you will,” she responded, although she was already starting to take it off.

“Easy,” he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over the seat.

“You’re going to regret that in about 10 minutes. Poppy giggled as she placed hers gently on the passenger's seat

“10 minutes?” he asked nodding a little “That’s generous.” He wrapped his arms around Poppy, in what seemed like a very tender hug until he slyly unhooked her bra and placed it right next to her shirt. He threw his head back and moaned at the sight of her boobs.

“God you’re gorgeous” he moaned as she grinded on his lap.

“You’re not bad yourself, Mr Styles” she kissed him again “Now we should get this done, because we told the babysitter we’d be home by 3!”

He unbuttoned Poppy’s jeans “Well, you work on getting those off then.”

Poppy giggled “You act like I haven’t done this before” she lifted herself up a little and yanked them down enough to get at her panties

“I’d be jealous” he sighed “but you married me”

“I did,” she kissed him once more “and I love you, but enough talk!” She began unzipping his pants, pulling out his already hardening cock and gently stroked it to his soft moans. His hands brushed over her panties and he pushed them aside, slowing pushing one finger inside, followed by a second, which made her moan louder than expected.

He giggled “That’s just two fingers love, what’s my whole cock going to make you sound like?”

“Let’s find out shall we?” Poppy bit her lip and lined his cock up with her entrance and lowered herself into it, letting out small moans as she did so. Harry closed his eyes and with his hands on Poppy’s hips he guided her up and down, gently at first but they both got into a rhythm and quickened their pace.

“You feel so good”, he growled thrusting himself into her.

Poppy rested her head on his shoulder, rolling her hips to his thrusts, their moans growing louder and louder.

“Shh,” he said, sticking two fingers in her mouth “Don’t wan’ to get caught”

She began sucking on his fingers to quieten her moans and he used his free hand to rub circles around her clit. She felt the familiar fire rise in her stomach and in seconds she felt herself fall over the edge, letting out a loud moan.

“That’s it love” he whispered into her ear “you’re such a good girl”

The sounds of Poppy’s orgasm sent Harry over the edge, and she felt his release spill inside of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, coxing him through his high, still feeling waves of her own pleasure. As he finished, he rested his head against her chest, catching his breath before he pulled out again.

They spent a few minutes catching their breath, but before long Poppy was getting dressed again and Harry was searching the car for his shirt.

“I told you,” Poppy said, matter-of-factly as she clipped her bra up

He pulled the shirt out from under the driver's seat and slipped it over his head with a smirk glued to his face. “Yeah, alright,” he laughed “let’s go home and do it where we don’t need to worry about where my shirts have gone.”

“We have a baby at home, H.”

“He can have a night with Aunty Gemma.”

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Can you be friend with your husband's ex-girlfriend ? - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Everyone always think you and Selina Kyle don’t like each others, solely for the fact that she used to "date” your husband. But as usual in life, things are much more complicated than that...A fluffy Drabble mainly about how truly strong, Bruce and reader’s love is.

Listen. My students were having quiet reading times, and I had a sudden burst of inspiration as one of them chose a French story in which a mother and a step-mother unite fronts to save their little magical kid (I love that story haha), and it suddenly inspired me. I LOVE Catwoman. Like. A lot. And in my head, her and Batmom have always been...Oh. No spoilers. The rest in this story ;). Hope you’ll like this little bonus story ! :

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“You look beautiful mom, do you have a date with father ? I thought date nights were on Thursdays.”

You jumped a little in the air as your son’s voice resonate in the foyer. Definitely didn’t hear him, sneaky little bugger. You turn around towards him, and smile, saying :

“It is on Thursdays, my little buddy. I’m having a girls night out, tonight.”

“Girls night out ?”

“Yes. You know, Cass and I are the only girls of the family. Sometimes we need to vent to our peers. Cass usually goes to see Steph and Babs, I go out with my friends.”

You smile at him again, ruffling his hair, and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit. In recent months, Damian found that he actually loves, when the one he came to call “mom” (you), ruffled his hair. It made him feel like the little boy he was, as odd as it could sound to anyone not knowing him.

“I didn’t know you went on such nights.”

“I do, once a month. You just haven’t noticed because it’s usually on nights you’re out with your father rather early.”

“I see. If it isn’t too -he hesitates- personal, can I ask with who you are going out ? Who are your friends ?”

Your smile widens. Because just over a year back, that boy would’ve never cared about this. About who you hung out with, or about you in general.

Ah, since he came in your life, he went a long way. The mere fact he wanted to know more about you was proof enough, and you felt absolutely touched.

Even more so as you realized that he not only asked about your friends because he wanted to know you, but because he was a little worried about who you might spend time with, wether they’d put you in danger or not...So, oh so sweet.

“Well, as cliche as it sounds, I’m going out with mainly other supermoms. We like to vent about...Things -you were aware that telling your son you and your friends love to vent about them wasn’t the best answer right now haha- So, Lois, you know her of course. Jon’s mom. There’s also Dinah, Connor’s mom. You saw him a few time at the Watchtower, although he’s quite younger than you so I don’t think you interact much. I bet you already know she’s Black Canary, and married to Green Arrow, I saw you snoop in your father’s files.”

Your son’s face redden a little, but you give him a reassuring winks totally meaning : “I snooped around too”, and it makes him smile. You continue :

“And finally there’s Diana. She’s not a mom yet, but she loooooves to listen to our stories. She’s also great at changing subjects and partying, who would’ve thought right ? I guess having thousand of years of practice helps. I’m sure you know she’s Wonder Woman eh. Oh, and of course, there’s Selina.”

“Selina ?”

“Yes.”

“As in...Catwoman ?”

“Yes ?”

You can see your son wants to add something, and you’re pretty sure you know what it’s gonna be. But you let him ask naturally, leave him time to gather his thoughts and dare to ask. After all, you want to instal an atmosphere of trust, between you and your children. You want them to know they can always ask you anything. So you wait. Finally, Damian says :

“Why are you meeting with this woman ? Don’t you like, hate her ?”

"Why would I hate her ?”

You know exactly why he’s thinking that. But you want him to elaborate, to make sense of his feelings about the subject. Simply, to talk.

“Well...her and father used to...you know...”

It’s not quite as formed as you were hoping for, but you do know. And at least, he tried. There was a time he would’ve just gotten mad you purposefully pretended not to understand his meaning, and would’ve left this instant.

You smile at him once more. To be honest, so many people thought you and Selina Kyle didn’t get along.

You guess it would make sense, it’t true, she’s your husband ex after all. AND one of the only woman for whom he truly cared about. Those, were very few...

In fact, there was only three of you, in Bruce’s life, that truly made a difference. Sure, he had been infatuated before, with quite a few women. But only three, truly stood out.

Talia Al’Ghul, of course. Not his first love (that was Julie Madison, although he was much too young to really know what love even was, and compared to you, it was just mild infatuation). But someone that used to be important nonetheless. The reason your sweet Damian (yes, sweet, especially when around you) was alive.

She was important, once. When he was training under her father’s guidance, before he realized who Ras really was.

Talia was a complicated woman who unfortunately could never truly get away from her upbringing, no matter how hard she tried. She was “too far gone”, by her own words. It was clear to Bruce, that if even herself thought she was un-savable, he couldn’t do much either. He did try, though. But it just never worked.

You were certain that she left Damian in Bruce’s care, when the boy was barely ten, exactly because she didn’t want him to turn out like her. Which in itself, was a little redemption act, no ? At least, you thought so.

Didn’t mean that you thought you could change her mind about those “world domination” plans that were ingrained in her mind since she was born. Fact is, she gave Damian a chance.

You never hated Talia. You actually felt pretty sorry for her.

She could’ve had such a different life, if, all those years ago, she had been able to leave her father. Not that you would want to, it’d mean that you and Bruce would never be (even if deep down, you knew that you and him would always end up together, no matter what...it would’ve just been a little lethal for you, if Talia was more around um um).

Talia never even really tried to get “her” son back. It seemed she completely accepted to “give him” to you. She self-admittedly never really knew how to be a mother, and there was that time she had him killed because she thought it was meant to be...

Not that, anyway, you’d ever let that happen again. You made it very clear you wouldn’t. And your resolve and anger could be scary, even to Talia Al’Ghul.

Plus, the day she had Damian killed, she realized she didn’t want that...anyway long story short, she was no longer in his life. And although if one day she changed her mind and wanted to contact him again you wouldn’t oppose it, you knew Damian was yours. Everyone knew that if one day she would come back, beyond the fact you, Bruce, and his siblings would be here to protect Damian...The boy would never choose to go back to the Al Ghuls.

He changed drastically, since he came with you. He was no longer her son. And she knew it. And didn’t interfere so far (and you knew she never would).

He called YOU “mom”. He told YOU he loves you. You. Not her. he never interacted with you like he did with her anyway. And you still didn’t hate Talia. She was part of both Bruce, and Damian’s past (AUTHOR’S NOTE : a little reminder that Damian was born from a “test tube” with Bruce and Talia’s DNA (to simplify things), and had a surrogate mother to give birth to him (although sometimes he’s seen in literal “baby pods” like in Death Stranding haha). He was born A WHILE after Bruce left Talia and the League behind. He wasn’t born 9 months after. This is important infos so things fit timeline wise :)).

The second woman who had a great impact on your husband’s life, and who used to be “his”, was...Selina Kyle.

For a long time Bruce felt like she was the only one to understand him. The only one accepting him for who he was, with no compromise. The only person on this Earth that wouldn’t try to change him. And although things were often “on and off”, and complicated, it was nice, to feel like he belonged. And Selina... Selina was the only one giving him this feeling.

But...Well, he was wrong.

Because then, you, the “third” and yet most important woman in his life, appeared.

You arrived years after his love story with Talia, and quite a while after he started to realize him and Selina were maybe not meant to be. Too many differences, even as they understood each others (or at least he thought they did).

Then you barged in. A bit younger than him. Unafraid to be yourself, bold and utterly stubborn. Turning his world upside down, and making him reconsider if he ever knew what the word “love” meant before you.

But that, was another story. Anyone seeing you with him, and particularly the way he looked at you, would instantly know how crazy he was about you. How desperately in love he was.

Right now, the question wasn’t about how strong your bond was, and how he never loved anyone like he loves you.

Nope. Right now, it was all about how you didn’t hate his exes (not even Talia). How anyway, they were part of his life at some point, that was a fact you could never change.

Before you, Bruce had a past. Past.

A past. A path. A path that lead him to you. A path that taught him to not make the same mistakes he made before, and a path that showed him it was you. That it has always been you.

A past path, that couldn’t compare to his present with you.

You didn’t even feel particularly jealous of them, you knew how Bruce felt about you, and that they were just that...part of his past.

Now, sure. You would probably never even be friendly with Talia. Who she was and what she stood for made it so. The opposite of you, really.

But Selina ? Well. Selina was another story.

You smile at your son, and say :

“Do you think of Selina and I as “conventional women” ? “

His answer came without a second of hesitation, Damian didn’t even have to think to say what he thought of your question :

“Certainly not.”

“Exactly. Now. Maybe society teaches girls they should instantly hate their boyfriend’s ex, but I chose not to listen. It’s a toxic view of life, and not all exes are crazy jealous psychos as the people make it sound ? Sometimes, like in your father and Selina’s case, the relationship ends on good terms. Selina is a great woman. As soon as she knew your dad and I were actually a thing, she backed off.”

Well. That wasn’t entirely true. She backed off of Bruce. But she still LOVED driving him crazy jealous by openly flirting with you.

“And I know how your dad feels about me. I trust him, too. Trust is important, you know that now right ? -he nods- So. Why would I hate someone I have a lot in common with, and with whom I’d probably be friend anyway if you father wasn’t in the picture ?”

“I...I guess you wouldn’t ?”

“And I indeed don’t.”

Your son was visibly confused, and you couldn’t blame him really.

Because of how the World was, but also because of who raised him (Talia was...a jealous woman), you understood how he couldn’t quite understand you not feeling threaten in the least by the fact Selina was your Broosh’s ex. So you say, kissing his forehead :

“I’ll tell you a few stories, soon. And I think you’ll get it.”

“Ok, mom.”

You smiled. He hadn’t call you “mom” for very long, and you quickly noticed he used every opportunity to use the word. It melted your heart.

“Now, I have to go ! If I’m late, Diana is going to fly me out of here, and your father HATES when she does that. Goodnight baby, see you soon. Make sure to eat a proper dinner. I told Alfred but I trust you to listen. And force your dad to have one too, when I’m not here, he forgets things...even as important as literally feeding himself. Too engrossed in his project, you know. Anyway, love you. Good night !”

“Good night, mom.”

And with a last smile, you go out and leave behind a son that has a LOT of things to think about.

************

A few days later, it was Damian’s mandatory night off and he was going to bed early. Your orders. You convinced him, by promising to read him a bedtime story.

Many would think your son was too proud to even admit you still read him stories before bed, even as he was approaching the age of 12. But many would be wrong.

If there was something Damian wasn’t afraid of, it was to tell the world how much of a mamma’s boy he was. Nobody could blame him, he never really had a “real” mom. Not one like you, at least, who taught him with love and patience, and not hired assassins and blood.

“Ok Little Buddy, what will it be tonight ?”

"The story of how you became friend with Catwoman ?”

Your taken aback for a few seconds, you had totally forgotten about telling him about your “girls night out”. But then you smile, settle down next to him on his bed, and as he threw his heavy and comfortable quilt on both of you, you start your story.

The day she saved your life.

The first time you realized you and Selina could very well become friends one day, was that time she literally saved your life. Definitely a hint that she didn’t hate you, at least.

And you ? Sure, at first you were a little insecure because you knew she was Bruce’s ex and Selina was...Well she was a gorgeous woman, smart, witty, and very VERY hot.

But after seeing her a few times there and there, and seeing how she interacted with Bruce...you knew Selina Kyle was not the “home wrecker” time. That she would never try anything with him, as long as she knew you two were a thing.

Sure she was a thief, unscrupulously taking whatever she wanted from whomever she wanted...but “someone else’s man” was definitely where she drew a limit. She felt absolutely no pleasure being a mean spirited person.

And she saw how happy Bruce was with you...Which lead to that fateful night during which you two started to get closer.

Because sure, you fought off your insecurities about her being his ex, but you weren’t exactly friendly. You just...knew of each others.

The change happened not long after Bruce made it official with the media that he was no longer “Gotham’s most eligible bachelor”, and was in a serious relationship with you.

To your surprise, the people in the city took it really well. Bruce was a beloved figure, they were happy that after years of clearly love life instability, he found someone. Sure, a few women and men had their heart broken, their dreams shattered, and were totally jealous of you but...

Anyone seeing you with him just instantly knew you guys were the real deal. That it was true love, as cheesy as it sounded. It was just that obvious.

Maybe too obvious.

Clearly, soon, everyone in Gotham knew how much Bruce Wayne cared about his girlfriend. How he would do anything for her. And...Well.

This was Gotham. Do you get the picture ?

It was a time during which you hadn’t moved in with him just yet. You’d do that only a few months later, not long before you and Bruce would adopt Dick.

But for now, you still had your studio apartment in the heart of Gotham (refusing to take any handouts from Bruce, who could definitely get you a better place), and you were going back there after a few meeting with your publishers.

You were suppose to meet Bruce the next day, as tonight, he was working on some important “Batcases”. You didn’t mind too much. Sometimes, it was nice to be alone with yourself, gave you a moment of self-care and calm.

You loved Bruce of course, and loved being with him, but it was still nice to have some alone time nonetheless.

Anyway. You were walking back, feeling rather good about the bath bomb that was waiting for you back home (it was from your favorite artisanal shop, a gift from Bruce, who definitely had no qualms buying you hundreds of dollars worth of bath bombs haha...If he couldn’t help you get a better apartment, didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna spoil you otherwise).

That’s when it happened. You never even saw it coming. One second you were walking down the street, the next you had a damp towel around your mouth and nose, and everything went to black.

************

You woke up in a warehouse. By the salty smell in the air though, you guessed you were somewhere on the docks. Which didn’t tell much, there was a lot of docks, in Gotham. Perks of living on a city with a seafront view ?

There was a group of men in a corner, playing cards. In front of you, a camera. You were gagged, your arms and legs were bound, and your head hurt like hell.

“Hey, she woke up.”

A shuffling to your side. The men playing cards were moving. They came to you, one turned the camera on. The other one put on some headphones and slowly directed a mic towards you, as the last man pulled on a ski mask and settled in front of the camera.

Nothing made sense to you. Until the man in front of the camera started to talk.

“Bruce Wayne. We have your girlfriend. If you don’t bring us-”

Oh. Oh. You were kidnapped. And those men wanted a ransom. An insane amount of money. That you knew Bruce had, but still. Ah.

You had to get out of here. You had to.

You looked around you, nothing. And there were the three men. Oh. Oh but the edges of your chair were sharp. And if you slowly made a back and forth movement with your wrists, you could see it slowly cutting the ropes. And so, you got to work.

Only...

“Believe me, we won’t hesitate to hurt her. Here, a proof of “good faith”.”

Huh ? OUTCH ! The man in front of the camera had just almost knocked you out with the force of his punch in your jaw. You were wondering if he hadn’t broken it. You couldn’t quite think anymore, and could feel the tears slowly falling on their own from your eyes...

Damn, it hurt. You didn’t see it coming either, too focused on slowly cutting the ropes while making sure they didn’t notice.

“Ok, I think that’s good. Whaddaya think, Rupert ?”

“We can do another take if you want, and then edit the punch in ? I’m not sure she can handle another hit like that, she looks pretty shaken up.”

“Ah well we-”

“Oooooh booyyys !”

Your ears were ringing, everything was blurry, and your head hurt so much. But you definitely recognized that voice.

“Catwoman, you’re early.”

Huh ? What was she doing here...

“Well, I thought I’d pop in a little earlier knowing you boys would be around. I’m sort of in a hurry. I accept cash of course, as usual. I think you’ll find the array of jewelries I brought today to be...What the hell are you doing ?”

“Mm ? Oh, her ? A little side operation. She’s Bruce Wayne’s sweetheart. Rumors has it he’d burn the world for her, we thought we’d take advantage of it and expend our business.”

“That’s quite a jump from fencing stolen jewelries, to kidnapping, isn’t it ?”

The man shrugged, and turned back to you.

“Well, you don’t achieve anything if you don’t start new ventures. And there’s big money to be made here. For sure. That idiot Wayne will pay up, there’s no doubt.”

You heard the click-clacks of heels, and a shadow came into your vision.

“What did you do to her, you animals ?”

“Just a punch. And maybe we weren’t too delicate with her when we moved her to our van, and then here. But it’s fine. Nothing too bad really.”

Slowly you were regaining your vision. And the pain was retrieving. You had never been punched before. You kinda hope it would never happen again...

The way those thugs were talking about the all thing was so casual, from them talking about how they’d edit the video destined to Bruce, to how they were just saying they were expanding their operation...For a little bit, you almost forgot you were from Gotham.

Gotham.

America’s capital of crime.

Where little thugs like those ones were plenty.

Men who thought they could “make it big”.

Gotham.

A place that bred someone like your Bruce, and his nightly activities...

Selina’s voice raised again, harsh and dry :

“I give you all the things I stole in the past month, in exchange of her.”

There’s a short silence, followed by a chuckle from one of the man, clearly the leader, who answers :

“Oh please. We ain’t stupid. We know her value. And we know someone like you, wouldn’t trade anything in for her if she wasn’t valuable. You’re not exactly known to be a nice woman.”

There’s a hint of anger crossing Selina’s face, and you immediately understand where it comes from. Sure. She was a thief. A criminal. And sometimes, she’d rough up some security guards, or some fellow criminals that think they could cross her.

But she was no brute.

She would never NEVER kidnap anyone, and especially not an innocent.

She protected children, and defenseless woman in her neighborhood, and whenever she could. She wasn’t exactly a hero, like Bruce; That’s for sure. But she wasn’t a bad person. No. She wasn’t.

And those guys words ? Just infuriated her.

“Mm. Too bad for you. Don’t go out and say I didn’t give you a chance. Really, too bad. I liked doing business with you.”

“What are you-”

In an instant, Selina sprout in action, and knocked the three men out before they could even realize. That was impressive. Even gagged, you could hear yourself utter a “wow” as she rushed back to you to untie you.

She smiled as she saw you made a good way through the ropes, and were most likely be able to get out of your bounds at some point. You were glad you didn’t though, because you weren’t quite sure what you were going to do once free ?

You fall forward on the floor and she catches you. Your head is still ringing, as you look at Selina.

There is genuine concern on her face.

How odd.

"Are you okay ?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Good. Cause I refuse to be the one telling Bruce the person he loves the most in this world died. Again.”

“Yes. Thank you I-I...”

“Hey, are you okay ? (Y/N) ? (Y/N) ??”

You could hear Selina call to you, and it felt like her voice was slowly fading into the distance...The adrenaline gone, the stress of it all gone, you had simply passed out.

************

“Is she alright ?!”

Bruce arrived, bursting through a window, and ran to you. Your head was in Selina’s lap (she felt bad just leaving you laying down there on the hard concrete ground), and she was casually sitting, her back against a container.

She was surrounded by the knocked out bodies of your aggressors.

“Yes. Yes she’s just sleeping. She got roughed up a little bit, but I checked. Nothing too bad. It’ll leave a few bruises. Nothing time cannot heal.”

After saving you, totally by chance, Selina called Bruce on his red phone, so he would know it’s an emergency.

It didn’t even take him more than ten minutes to drop the case he was working on, cross town, and arrive.

He kneeled next to you, and checked every part of you to make sure Selina was right. But it did appear you were just asleep. The shock was too big, probably.

“How did you know she was here ?”

“I didn’t. It was all luck. Those men were some...um...Associates of mine.”

“You have associates that kidnap women ?”

There was anger in Bruce’s voice, but Selina knew better than to think it was aimed at her. No. It was anger he felt towards those men who hurt you, and towards himself, too, as he wasn’t there to take care of you.

“No. She’s their first.”

He looks at you, with a longing and love in his eyes that he never looked at Selina with. She recognizes it instantly. He’s more in love with you than he ever been with her. Was it even really love, between them, or a strong friendship ? Sometimes, the two were difficult to dissociate.

She stares at him, because it’s quite something, to see the Batman himself so desperately in love that he dropped everything he was doing to run to you, knowing that you were safe.

It’s quite something, to see the Batman himself ready to give it all up just for one person. Something he was never willing to do before. Never willing to do with Selina...

She stares at him, and smiles. An almost sad smile, because it hurts a bit, he never looked at her like that. But a smile nonetheless, because she knows now for sure, that he found his true love.

Nobody would peg Catwoman for a romantic, but oh, oh she was a hopeless sap. Especially when it touched her dear friends.

Bruce looks at her, and mistakes that look in her eyes for something that isn’t there. She can see it instantly. He thinks she’s sad, that she’s truly hurt he found someone else. That he moved on.

She’s not. But of course, he would think so.

“Selina I-”

“Don’t Bruce. It’s ok. You and I were never meant to be together, and we knew it. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friend. I actually think we work better, as friends, don’t you ? Take care of her. She’s definitely a keeper.”

You slowly shift in Bruce’s arms, and he takes a look at you. At your wounds. His heart tightens, and he holds you with more force.

“Thank you.”

He barely whispers it, but Selina hears him. She smiles at him, happy that her friend found happiness. True happiness.

All she ever wanted for Bruce, was for him to find a way to be happy. Clearly, she wasn’t that. But you...You definitely were.

“I don't know what I would’ve done if she...”

“Hey, hey come on Bat. Don’t think about this. She’s fine. Just tired from the shock. She’ll recover, she’s strong. And you’ll be here, right ?”

“...Yes.”

He didn’t sound too convince, and Selina could feel a big urge to slap him across the face. Because she knew what he was thinking. And he’d better not do it.

“Bruce if you-”

“Thank you, Selina. I’m going to take her home, now. She needs the rest. And-And I do too.”

And on that note, he exited the warehouse, holding you tight in his arms. And oh. Oh Selina hoped to everything she held sacred (and that wasn’t a lot of things) that he wouldn’t be a stupid idiot.

The day she saved his heart.

He couldn’t stop thinking of that time you got hurt. Because of him. Because he was Bruce Wayne...What if anyone got wind that he was Batman ?

It’d be even worst. If someone like the Joker, or Penguin ever knew who he really was (and that was definitely a possibility), being with you would sign your death.

He had to-

“Oh god Bruce you are SO cliche.”

He slightly jumped in the air as Selina casually sat down beside him, looking down to the dark streets below. There was a slight fog, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how even the weather decided to join in ont he stereotype.

“Excuse me ?”

“You’re a living cliche. What, brooding all alone on a rooftop, on a full moon night, wondering if you should ruin your life or not, sacrifice your own happiness for dumb reasons.”

“What ?”

“What, breaking up with her to protect her ? Really ? Do you even know how dumb that sounds ?”

“I didn’t-”

“Your thoughts are plain to see. I know you, Bruce. And I noticed your face, ever since she got hurt. And what you’re thinking? Leaving her for her own safety ? D-U-M-B. So dumb.”

“Did you not pay attention to the close call she just had ?!”

“I was there to save her. And if I wasn’t, you would’ve barged in and save her. Or better yet, when I arrived, she had made her way half way through her bounds by slowly cutting it on the edge of her chair ! She might’ve escaped on her own !”

“Or gotten killed.”

“But she’s alive.”

“No thanks to me.”

“So what, you renounce happiness because maybe one day she’ll be in danger ? This is Gotham, Bruce. She is always in danger. And if you leave her alone, like I know you’re thinking about, she will definitely be an easy target. It’s not because you break up with her that people will stop thinking you care about her. In fact, after she got attacked like that, and it was made public, I bet the opposite will happen. Criminals in Gotham are a lot of things, but dumb is unfortunately not one of them. They WILL come after you if you leave her to fend for herself. If you break up.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. Come on Bruce. I was born here. You too. And her too. Hell, I saw her give a nasty right hook to more than one person, in the short time I’ve known her ! One of those being Mayor Hady himself, and that was BEFORE she started to date you, how fearless is she, huh ?”

“That’s the problem.”

“Her fearlessness ? Sounds to me like it to be taken advantage of. Train her. Teach her to fight, to defend herself. Give her the keys, to survive. Just like you gave yourself the keys to go on your “justice” mission.”

“I...I can’t.”

“Why ?”

“Because she...She shouldn’t live this kind of life.”

“A little late, no ? She knows who you really are already. And she stayed. Even then, shouldn’t this be her own choice ? Shouldn’t she decide on what she deserves ?”

“Selina-”

“Nu-hu. Don’t start with this. You tried to do the same with me, and I didn’t have the patience to stay. But I know she does. I know you can try to push her through the front door, she’ll climb through the window. She, unlike me or anyone else, will see right through your bullshit. Does, see right through your bullshit. And is willing to put up with it...You’ll never find someone else who does.”

“I know...”

“Then, what are you doing ?”

And with that, Selina rolled her eyes, grumbled something about him being a stubborn idiot, said : “think of her feelings for once, and not your own. Because you damn well know Bruce, that if you leave her, it will be out of selfishness, not because you think it’s truly the only way.”, and jumped from the building to the one next door, leaving Bruce with too many thoughts and dilemmas...

Even if in the end, the answer became obvious to him.

************

“As if I would ever let that happen anyway.”

“I’m sorry ?”

Years later, Bruce told you the story of how he almost broke up with you not long after you two moved in together, shortly before you adopted Dick.

“She was right you know ? I would’ve climbed through the window. See. If I knew for sure you were leaving me because you didn’t love me, then I would leave you alone of course. But I would’ve definitely called your bluff.”

“How can you be so sure ?”

He smiles fondly at you, bringing you into a warm embrace as you roll your eyes at him. Ah but of course, even him always knew you could see right through him, even when he tried to hide his emotions.

“Please, Bruce. You can’t fool me. You were never able to, and I don’t think you’ll ever learn to. Or I’ll just learn your new tricks, and crack you anyway. And believe me, if you had tried to leave me at that time...I wouldn’t’ve let that happen.”

He lays his forehead on yours, unable to say another word. Tonight, he was able to tell you this story that was now “silly”, but that almost tore his heart away from him.

Because if he had lose you to his own stupidness, he would’ve become just an empty shell. Back to those dark days of loneliness, and acting like a machine while his entire soul was hurting.

Sure. Now this story sounded silly. But oh, oh if he had gone through with it. If-

“I’ll have to thank Selina though. Because she avoided me going through the trouble of drilling into your thick skull that it’s ok to be happy. And be afraid for those you love. Especially in your situation...”

“I know.”

He holds you tighter. Just as every time he realizes how lucky he is to have another shot at this “family” thing. How lucky he is, that you’re here, with him.

And Selina was truly to thanks for that, in a way.

Because, you were almost sure you could’ve change his mind and not break up with you. But there was this slight possibility, this slight one you’d fail...

Maybe you would’n’t’ve been able to convince him to stay with you. Maybe. There was still a chance, right ? So you’re thankful. Your thankful for having such a good friend. For having Selina in your life.

You’re thankful that one day, a stupid mistake you made truly started this dear friendship.

The day she became a friend.

You had always been quite a “lone wolf” sort of person. So you didn’t have a lot of friends. Your childhood best friend, Alex, had moved across the country years ago. And making new friends as the wife of Bruce Wayne was hard.

This was a time BEFORE you met the others from the League. BEFORE any of them knew the Batman had a family.

Of course, before introducing you to them, he had to make sure things were safe. That they could be trusted (A/N : if you wanna see the day he does trust them, here’s the story I wrote about it haha : “You have kids ?? And…A WIFE ?”).

So, you didn’t have many friends. And sometimes...You wished you did.

Someone that wasn’t your Broosh. Or your kid. Or Alfred.

You told everything to Bruce, but sometimes...Well sometimes certain issues, you couldn’t talk to him about. Like for example the time he annoyed the hell out of you. Sure you’d tell it to his face, and you guys would fight, then work it out, and finally make up, and you didn’t want to bring back the issues you know ? You wouldn’t vent to him about him, eh ?

Bruce was definitely your best friend. But he was also the man you loved. And sometimes, it was nice to have an “outside” perspective.

Someone with whom you could gossip a little (although you did gossip plenty with your husband, when at charity balls and galas).

And then, slowly, you realized what you actually were feeling...

Selina.

You were missing her.

It had been a little while since the last time you saw her.

Ever since she saved your life, and knocked some sense in your Broosh, whenever you saw her, you’d have such a interesting and compelling conversations.

It was oh so pleasant, to gang up on Bruce and make fun of him. His pride was always hit, and he’d frown in such a delightful way.

At the same time, she knew him rather well, and you knew him rather well, and you three had a lot in common and it sometimes felt like you were a trio from a very cliched “chosen one” story.

Hermione, Ron, Harry.

Percy, Annabeth, Grover.

Any trio really. It even inspired some of your stories. Yet...Yet you wouldn’t call her quite a “friend”. Why that ?

You weren’t sure. It just was never made official, and in your anxiety riddled mind it meant that you weren’t friends, then.

Yet you missed her. And earlier in the day, you saw something that made you want to call her and talk to her about it !

Should you call her ? Send a text ? You had her number. She once wrote it on a napkin and slipped it in your pocket right in front of Bruce, just to mess with him. You kept it, and put it in your phone, not really knowing why.

Taking your phone, you started to draft a text (it had to be drafted before being send, it you were even going to send it...your anxiety made it so that even with texts, you had to make sure you didn’t sound stupid or such).

You didn’t really have any intention to send it. You were just toying with a few ideas when...

No. Oh no.

Oh fuck. No. No no no no no no.

Instead of hitting the “back” key to erase the text for good and move on from this weird move, you pressed “send”. Shit. Fuck. Motherfucker.

It was such a dumb text as well.

“Hey girlfriend, wanna hang out ?”

You were just trying out different ways of writing a text, and were entering “stupid silly mode”, which was the step right before you usually gave up and didn’t send something (you had MANY of those moments when starting to date Bruce...Moments during which you almost send some really sappy and silly texts, making the mistakes a few time to indeed press “send”...mortifying...why, why were you never learning from your mistakes ?!).

You were in your office, in the Wayne Inc building (you settled your writing office there, so it was more convenient to see your Bruce, but also to handle taking care of your son, Dick), downright panicking about this stupid text, when you heard a knock on your door.

How long had you been beating yourself down about this ? AN HOUR ?! Damn. Anxiety never let you keep track of time. You-

“Hey...girlfriend.”

Bollocks.

It was her. Selina. And you could hear her smug smile in her voice. You were facing your windows, not wanting to turn around, and it was getting a little awkward. Selina broke the silence :

“Listen, I thought you did want to hang out and was just making an inside joke by being overly girly, you know, imitating those models Bruce used to date ? But I realize maybe this was um, a mistake ?”

She sounds so unsure. You never heard her sound unsure before ! So you turn around, and here she is, a little shy.

Catwoman. A little shy ?

And all of a sudden, you realize she must’ve felt the same about you. Consider you a friend, but since you never talked about it never took it for granted, for something sure, settled in stone ?

And your text maybe confirmed you were, indeed, friends ?

And here it was.

From that day, and on.

The official beginning of your friendship.

Of course, you both saw the other as a friend since a while before, but it’s with this embarrassing text that it really changed everything.

Made it “official”.

Made it clear to the both of you.

It never occurred to you that Selina too, could sometimes have insecurities and be anxious. But that day, as she shyly responded to your call, hopeful it meant you were really friends...

Being her, it was also hard to make friend.

She had been friend with Bruce for a long time. The fact she was yours now too, filled her with joy. Because she really liked the both of you, in the most platonic way that ever existed.

Yes. Her and Bruce worked better as friends anyway.

Ah. But wasn’t this how the best friendship started ? With a push from fate, a little awkwardness, and a lot of laughter once the initial shock passed ?

Girls night out.

It happened a day during which you, Dinah and Lois were...not in a great mood.

Your husbands were aggravating, your children got into troubles and shenanigans, you had so much to do...it was a lot of stress, and it was all released at the same time.

You all left your house yelling that you “needed air”, and left behind rather stunned husbands and children. Ah but yes, everything wasn’t always perfect, even amongst loving families.

And your first reflex ? To call each others.

That’s it. That’s how girls night out started. The realization sometimes you needed to wind down with some friends. But quickly, you realized that the three of you talked mainly about your kids and husbands, and by extension, the “superhero work”. Which was fine, you needed to vent but...It wasn’t helping you relieve some tension.

And that’s when you got an idea.

Who better than Selina Kyle to make you NOT talk about your families ?

You joined in a bar every first Wednesday of the month, starting at happy hours for you, Dinah and Lois. Ranting about your families, and about annoying habits your husbands had etc etc...And then you were joined a bit later in the evening by Selina and Diana.

And that’s when the fun really began.

It became a ritual.

Girls night out (A/N : maybe I should write a story about that one day haha).

This was one such night, and you had let lose a little bit more than usual because...for the first night in nine months, you could drink a little bit of alcohol.

Alcohol had never been your thing, but a sweet cocktail there and there was nice. Now, while being pregnant with your youngest, Thomas, obviously you weren’t going to do that.

And you had missed a few “girls night out” because you were too damn pregnant.

But now, he was OUT, and you were TOO.

Well. Diana said something like that, as she kept giving you more and more cocktails.

Long story short, you were a little tipsy. And definitely not able to drive. And so here was your savior, Selina.

She didn’t really drink, knowing you would totally let loose. So she drove you home.

You were coming back a little later than usual, and you had forgotten to send a little text to Bruce to tell him so so he wouldn’t worry (Selina did it for you though, true friend had your back eh ? And she definitely didn’t want the Batman to come barge in on your girls night fun).

He opened the door as you walked up the stairs, saying bye to Selina. She had that smirk on her face, the one you knew she always had when about to tease your beloved husband. And as he slipped an arm around your waist, and turned to wave goodbye to her...She did just that :

“Careful Bat, I’m making good progress with her. If you’re not wary enough, I’ll steal her from you.”

On that note, Selina winks at the both of you, puts on her sunglasses (while it was night...Oh Selina), and drives away, smiling widely of that very Catwomanesque smug smile. Which makes you chuckle. She always made you laugh rather easily.

You turn to your bruce and...

Oh. That adorable “jealous frown” got you every time. Your smile shifts from amused to utterly affectionate, and you put your hands on his cheeks.

He was looking at Selina’s car fading into the distance, the arm he had around you tightening slightly (you were pretty sure he wasn’t even consciously doing it). Your hands on his cheeks didn’t seem to register in his mind.

So a further distraction was needed. You brush your lips against his cheek, as an attempt to drive his attention back to you and...it works.

You smile at him, and in your little hazy state you whisper in his ear :

“I love you, my Broosh.”

He can’t help but feel a surge of warm feelings towards you, and bring you in a tight hug. Partly because he can’t help it, partly because he’s trying to hide the slight blush growing on his face whenever you surprise him with “I love yous”, and that always made him snicker at him...Only you could fluster him so.

“I love you too.”

You tripped on air, as, once again, you were a little tipsy, and he catches you...Good, he needed an excuse to carry you bridal style anyway.

He always liked doing so, any excuse to have you near really. And as your face approach for a loving kiss you-

************

“Wait wait wait mooooom !! You don’t have to leave this gross part in !”

“What gross part ?”

“The sappy declaration of love, and the kiiiisses !!”

“Oh ? But don’t every story have to end with a kiss ? And a happy ever after ?”

“Nu-huh ! Also HEY ! None of your stories end like this, I know, I read them all !”

You chuckle slowly at your boy’s reaction, and kiss him on the forehead. Quite touched he read all your stories.

“Time for bed, little buddy.”

You say, slipping out of his quilt and tucking him in. You can see he pensively thinks about your little friendship story, and finally he says :

“I’ll try to be nicer to Miss Kyle. I never trusted her, because of her past with father. But maybe she deserves a chance ?”

“She does.”

“If you say so, then I believe it.”

It touches you, how much blind faith your son puts in you. You smile, giving him another kiss to his forehead, as he says :

“Thank you for telling me the story, mom. It was nice.”

Behind this “it was nice”, there isn’t just the story itself, but the knowledge that as you grow up...Your feelings change.

You change.

And you go through a lot of heartaches, before finally finding the right persons to surround yourself with.

Beyond the story itself, Damian related to how it took both you and Bruce a lot of trials and errors, before finding each others. How you loved before you met the other, but it never compared to how you love each others.

How you found good friends along the way, and how even when things sounded desperate and lonely...you made it through.

So he could certainly do so, too ? Even more so since now, he was a big brother.

Thomas was barely a few weeks old, but Damian had already taken his role very seriously. And you knew he was going to continue to grow, to love, to hurt too sometimes...and to evolve.

Just like you and Bruce did.

So. No. You didn’t hate Selina Kyle just because she and your husband used to be a thing. In fact...

In fact, Selina had become both of your best friend. Unfortunately for Bruce, she often took your side on everything, and LOVED to drive him crazy by openly flirting with you.

And she had been by your side through many good moments, and bad ones. The first to respond when your family needed it. The one you’d always be there for, and vice versa.

A best friend.

Quite an important find.

When you met Bruce, not only did you meet the love of your life, but also one of your best and most precious friend.

Conclusion : is it possible to be friend with your husband’s ex ? Absolutely.

Especially when that “ex” was someone as extraordinary as Selina Kyle, and when the love that linked you and your husband was so impossible to even graze.

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And yet another bonus story that I had no intention to write but suddenly felt the need to haha. Don’t worry, the rest of the stories I announced are still coming ;). I guess there’s nothing bad in having little bonus ones in between hehe. I hope you liked this, again it’s just a little drabble.

As usual comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and motivating <3.

PS : I wrote this, like all drabbles, in like thirty minutes. Didn’t re-read. Sorry for any typos. Don’t hesitate to point any huge ones to me, Ill change it x_x.

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