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conchcronch · 2 months ago

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My Turn

WC: 2816

Pairing: Spite x Fem!Rook

Summary: Lucanis accidentally fell asleep which leads Spite to take over when you come to spend the evening together.

Warnings: a little bit DUB CON but it gets cleared up towards the end.

A/N: PLEASE send me prompts for Lucanis and Spite x Rook, I’m obsessed.

The lack of a moon and stars in the Fade had unsettled you since your first night at the Lighthouse. The sky was lit as though there were some sort of light source but you could never find one as you walked from the main building out to the farthest room at the end of the courtyard. What had originally been your dining hall had been taken over by the Crow, feeling most at comfort in the dank pantry, not something you could fully understand but you also had no intention of questioning it more then you already had.

The door was unlocked, the fire lit in between the two wolf statues. Your partner was not leaning against the mantle as you had expected, but the flickering of candles through the pantry/bedroom door quickly hinted at where he likely was. You noticed freshly brewed coffee, two mugs set out, anticipating your arrival. You cleared the distance from the door to the counter in the small, dark kitchen. Taking your time prepping the coffee, leaving his black so he could taste the flavor notes of this particular blend, but pouring a decent amount of milk in your mug, the thought of leaving yours black made you grimace.

With mugs of coffee in hand you walked past the fireplace, the warmth wrapping around your legs making the cold of the back bedroom all the more jarring. His back was to you, the candle light flickering, distorting his shadow as it danced across the wall. “I brought you coffee, it might be a little cold, but I can warm it up if you want.” You took a quick sip of yours as you held his outstretched, his back still to you.

“Not now” a wave of his hand made you cock an eyebrow but put the mug down on a small shelf nevertheless. You leaned your back against the sturdy oak shelving, sipping your coffee as you tried to output enough fire magic from your palm to warm the ceramic mug rather then ignite it. The silence stretched on, but it wasn’t uncomfortable despite being slightly out of character for him. Ever since the blighted dragon attacked Tarviso he had been different, the sight of such a beast in a town that he and his family were fighting so hard to save must have proved to him just how delicate it really was.

His weight shifted from foot to foot, his hand under his chin, toying with his beard as he so often did when deep in thought. “Neve is still gone” the silence had stretched on much too long for your liking, your anxiety gnawing at you as you watched him. You were hoping he’d reassure you, tell you you had no choice but to make the impossible call, to thank you for choosing his city over her’s. But instead he just stood there, silent, unmoving. “I’m worried she might not come back, Bellara says she will, but honestly I’m not sure I would if I were her.” You tipped your head further back, the last mouthful of coffee warming your throat as you put your mug on the shelf next to his. “Lucanis,” He didn’t budge at the use of his name, his shoulders barely even moving as he breathed. You stepped closer to him, your hand out in front of you to touch his shoulder. “If now’s not a good time I ca-“ He felt cooler to the touch, even through the layers of his shirt and vest, it was as though his body was giving off no heat.

“Smells like waterlily.” The voice was his, but not entirely. His accent was present but the pitch off, the tone heightened. You tensed, preparing yourself for whatever was to come next. Finally the body of your partner turned, his eyes glowing purple as you’ve seen only a handful of times before.

“Spite” The name feels sharp in your mouth, your tone giving away your hesitation. He leaned forward, sniffing you closer and you remained glued in place. He stepped forward, close enough you could wrap your arms around him if you really wanted to. You can feel his breath on your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply, his face was so close to your skin you swear you could feel his lips against you for the briefest of seconds.

“You came to us for pleasure” You felt your face flush, of course it wasn’t your only intention, but you certainly weren’t going to turn it down if one thing led to another, but your relationship was still fairly new, and despite your longing for a physical component you weren’t intending to push those boundaries. But for your desires to be so bluntly outed there was a wave of embarrassment that washed over you.

“Let me talk to Lucanis.” You stepped back, crossing your arms over your chest but not missing the way the demon’s purple eyes dragged down your form.

“It’s my turn with you.” You couldn't deny how impressed you were at Spite’s fairly calm demeanor, after listening to many of Lucanis’ one sided conversations with the demon you had expected him to be bordering on feral when speaking directly to him.

”Spite, I want to talk to Lucanis.” You added a bit more force to your tone, hoping the demon would grow tired of your insistence and go back to wherever it is he resides when Lucanis is in control. But when you felt hands on your hips, tugging you against the body you so desperately craved it took you a beat before you were struggling against the grip.

His lips were on your neck, lapping more than kissing. Groaning as he did so, every lick finishing with a gravelly moan, his hips rutting against your side as his hands balled the cotton of your shirt. “sp-pite- fuck” You tried to convince yourself to push away from him, but your longing for the Crow was fogging your brain. You could feel your core pulse, his tongue working wonders along your sensitive neck and the slightly distorted moans were making it difficult to resist.

“Spite” You tried to say but it ended up coming out as a whine rather than a demand, receiving what could only be referred to as a purr instead of a hum.

“Can smell how wet you are, Rook” The way he purred your name forced you to swallow a moan. Before you were able to even notice him walking you backwards, your back was against the stone wall of his makeshift bedroom. His fingers trying to unbutton the top clasp of your navy casual shirt, bought from a Crow vendor Lucanis had brought you to not that long ago. His patience lasted about as long as it took you to blink before he ripped the garment open, buttons falling to the ground around your feet.

Before you could chastise him about the now ruined shirt, the words died in your throat the moment his hands were on your bare waist. His blunt, well manicured nails dug into your skin, as he pressed your body against the wall, his lips finally on yours.

This wasn’t the first kiss you and Lucanis would have shared, but it certainly was the most heated. Every kiss with Lucanis had stopped before it went anywhere, his lips pulling away as soon as you tried to deepen it, never giving a reason but always retreating afterwards. But the way Spite kissed you, the way his tongue invaded your mouth, marking what you knew he’d refer to as his territory. You were trapped between him and the wall, his hands slipped down from your waist until he could roughly grab your ass, keeping your hips against his as he rutted against you, moans and grunts flowing from his mouth every time it wasn’t covered by your own lips.

“Had to…” He spoke into your mouth, his words fading as though he forgot he was even speaking “had to watch him. Watch him kiss you. Terribly.”

“Spite” you tried to sound as though his sentence offended, but it ended up coming out far more breathy than intended.

“Could smell you. Can always smell you. I always tell him. Tell him you want this. But he never listens to me.” He’s back to your neck, lapping at your skin, dragging his tongue down to your collarbones, his hands kneading the fat of your ass.

”Spite, I think- ah- I think it’s Lucanis’ turn.” Spite laughed against you, biting at your collar hard enough you weren’t sure if he had drawn blood or not.

“He’ll stop.” His mouth sank lower, nipping at the tops of your breast, “I know you don’t want to stop. Can smell it.”

“Spite, please.” Reluctantly he pulled away from your chest, your eyes meeting his glowing purple sockets, and somehow you could have sworn you saw his expression soften for a fraction of a second. You reached forward, cupping his cheek as you had done countless times to Lucanis, hoping the demon found the same comfort in it that the Crow did. He pressed his cheek into your palm,

“Will I get. Another turn?” You couldn’t resist nodding, finding yourself thinking how cute he was, despite the fact he was still pressing you against a wall and had torn your shirt in two.

You watched the demon blink, his purple eyes closing and reopening with black pupils, brows furrowed in confusion as he stared into your eyes, blinking a few times as though he was trying to clear sleep from his vision. Lucanis’ breath quickened, immediately trying to assess the situation that he had just woken up in. “Did he hurt you?!” His tone was dripping in anxiety as he stepped away from you, your hand falling from his cheek as he hurriedly looked around.

His eyes moved down your body then back up, pausing before repeating the same thing, slower this time. The tips of his ears burned red as he realized what had happened as he unknowingly slept. “Mierda” He looked down at the buttons that lay around your feet.

It was impossible to not notice how he was straining against his slacks, his eyes everywhere but your gaze. “I-I sho- I should go” You wanted to stop him, grab him by the wrist before he was out of reach, but your mind was still foggy with lust and craving more of what Spite had been giving you, but this time you wanted to feel Lucanis’ lips against you.

You stood there for what felt like an hour but you knew it couldn’t have been that long, leaning back against the wall behind you, hoping the cool stone would help clear your thoughts and bring back some reason.

By the time you went to go find the Crow, the sky surrounding the Lighthouse had shifted to black, the pieces of debris still floating around the buildings as though it were as normal as clouds in the sky. As you climbed the rickety stairs that led to the top of the dining hall you glanced around the courtyard, trying to see if any of your companions were out. You expected to see Emmrick on the balcony of the main house where he so often went at night, taking note of the ethers in the Fade. But tonight there wasn’t a soul outside apart from you, Lucanis and Spite.

He stood at the far side of the roof, bent over the railing, his head hung down so his forehead was resting against his arm. No matter how quietly you approached him, he always knew you were there. You could tell he knew by the way his body stiffened, his shoulders tensing and his head moving so he was looking out over the courtyard.

He needed time, time to figure out what had just happened, how far things had gone, time for his unexpected erection to go away, and time away from your intoxicating scent. But of course you were coming up the wooden steps not long after him.

He tried to pull himself together, locking his eyes on the back of the wolf statue in the middle of the courtyard, the cool ‘night’ air was the only thing that was keeping his cheeks from turning pink again. You stood beside him silently, leaning over the edge of the building, taking in the view of the Lighthouse.

You could feel how uncertain he was, his hands clenched the railing, his posture even straighter than normal as he pretended like he was taking in the sights just as you were. The breeze reminded you of your open shirt, which you tried to hold close with one hand while the other pushed through your bangs in an attempt to ease your uncertainty. “I’m not sure what to say.” You laughed awkwardly, desperate to break the silence that stretched between the two of you.

“Then why say anything.”

“Because I’m worried if I don’t start talking, you might never speak to me again.” You hazarded a look at him from the corner of your eye, hoping to gauge his reaction to some extent, but it remained stoic.

The silence stretched on until the sky darkened even more, the colour the same shade of blue as the Crows’ armor when you first laid eyes on him. You fidgeted anxiously, changing positions over and over again as the time passed, until you had your back to the railing, head up looking for any kind of star above you. “I should have been more careful.” It almost sounded like the words were meant for himself rather than you, as though he were reprimanding himself.

“Why?”

“He could have hurt you…I…I could have hurt you.” You couldn’t stop the little scoff that slipped out, turning to look at him with a smile across your lips, meeting his eyes for the first time since Spite had relinquished control. “Is now really the time to laugh?”

“If you think I couldn’t take you in a fight, you’re sorely mistaken, Crow.” You watched his eyebrow raise, the corner of his mouth following, but only slightly.

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“I don’t know,” You sidestepped, bringing your shoulders closer so you could nudge against him “Why, is it working?”

“This is serious, Rook.” He turned to face you, his hand on his hip as he shifted his weight. “I let my guard down, and you…he forced himself on you.”

“That’s the thing,” You stood up straight, turning to look at him fully while you rubbed at the back of your neck, knowing that the next thing out of your mouth had the potential to end your relationship before it had really started. “He didn’t force himself on me, he more…initiated it, I guess.” You watched his eyes narrow, his brow furrowing as he tried to piece together what you were saying. “I could have pushed him away if I wanted to.”

“But you didn’t?” There was an underlying disgust in his voice, as though the thought of being with him was so vile he couldn’t even pretend to understand.

“I didn’t.” The silence left as heavy as the weight of the world that seemed to live on your shoulders. He broke what little eye contact you had held, shifting his weight as he put more of his weight on the railing, his hair slipping from behind his ear.

“Why didn’t you?” His voice was quiet, if there had been even a bit of a breeze, you may have missed his question all together.

“Because I wanted it.” You watched his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening so you could see his teeth grind. “But I wanted it from you.”

“From me?” You couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped from your lips at his clearly, surprised tone.

”Lucanis,” You leaned against the small wall, one hand on the railing the other perched on your hip. “This can’t possibly come as a surprise.” He looked over at you, cheeks just a hint of pink.

“I just- I didn’t know you wanted…that.” He dropped his eyes again but not before dragging along the sliver of bare skin he could see between the seams of your torn shirt.

And to think he had touched you, kissed you, dragged his hands down your bare skin, and didn’t get to enjoy even an ounce of it.

“Consider this your formal announcement that, Lucanis-“ You stepped closer to him, waiting a beat before he too straightened, turning to face you so you could press your forehead to his. “I desperately want exactly what Spite was doing. But I want to try it with you.” The only response you received was a low hum that you felt rubble from his chest and into yours as he grabbed your waist and tugged you against him.

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pepsichrry · 11 months ago

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Ride || Theodore F. Nott

Summary: An arranged marriage between two Pureblood families is almost common, but what happens when a sudden infatuation is brought into the mix.

Set after the Battle of Hogwarts!

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, Mentions of violence, angst, unhealthy relationship, Theo is obsessed with his wife

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Theo felt himself slipping away. Not quite how he did when he’d received the Dark Mark, and not quite how he did when he watched the life vanish from his mother’s eyes. This time, it felt different.

He watched you through foggy window panes in the dewy spring mornings and from across the dining table as you ate breakfast. He couldn’t stop watching you, and it drove him insane. His wife drove him insane. Of course he’d heard such sentences from his father’s colleagues and other men who complained, but those feelings were nothing alike Theo’s. Not like the pang in his heart when he watched you in the grassy fields of the estate or the fondness disguised by hard eyes as you exchanged pleasantries like strangers. After all, you really were strangers.

But Theo had come to know you like you didn’t even know yourself. To him, you were anything but a stranger.

He couldn’t even count the amount of times that he had dreamt of you sleeping beside him, feeling your warmth, imagining what it would be like to kiss you and please you like any husband would wish to, Merlin, like any man who lay eyes upon you would. If it weren’t for your complete lack of interest in him, he would have asked you to have your way with him already, but ever since the wedding, you hadn’t been interested in going near him at all. He couldn’t blame you, at first he had been opposed to marrying so young, claiming that his father was taking away his freedom, stripping him of his youth and leaving him to be stuck with a stranger in his house. But, oh, how wrong he was.

You were a delight, a pure and innocent light in the darkness of the family estate. You brought with you little possessions, maybe only a few dresses and boxes of trinkets, but you gave life to the creaking floorboards and dusty walls. In a matter of months, you’d planted flowers and fruit trees, stripped the dark rooms of misery and replaced it with sunlight and brighter decor. All of a sudden, the fires were lit and the house no longer sent a chill down your spine. That, at least, Theo could be grateful for.

Taking note of the subtle changes made, he always made sure to thank you with something or another, whether it be silky gowns, sparkling jewellery, shoes or perfume. But none of it seemed to impress you.

As time went on, Theo became aware of your distaste towards his expensive gifts and tried everything he could to satisfy you from an arms length, but it was difficult. When he’d been in school, a pretty bracelet would have been enough to get a girl to want him, but it seemed that there was nothing that he could give that made you want him. So he decided on giving you the only thing he could think that you’d want from him; space.

In leaving you alone, he began to observe you whenever he could, and in doing so, he started to understand that you didn’t desire dresses or sparkles to admire yourself in, though he did see you trying his previous gifts on in front of the mirror with a grin, and instead he realised that you enjoyed sitting in the library with a book or lounging in the garden eating fruits.

He admired you every day when you wore your lacy white dresses in the spring sunshine, hair falling over your sun-kissed shoulders. He admired you as you sipped at the fresh lemonade the house elves had prepared and watched as your soft lips enveloped the glass. He admired you as you lounged in the living room with bare feet on the oak floor. He even admired you in your bedroom from time to time as you slept, praying to Merlin that you wouldn’t wake up as he smoothed gentle fingers over your temple.

Sometimes, though, he wished that you would wake up, catch him in the act. He wondered what you’d say, how your face would contort into confusion or shock, he wondered if you’d let him stay. So, as time went on, he visited you every night whilst you slept, enjoying the close calls and nervousness that ran through him at the thought of you waking up. He took pleasure in the thumping of his heart and how you stirred in your sleep from time to time as the mattress dipped beside you. Every night, he wanted to kiss your plump lips as you slept, wondering if the action would wake you or if you’d be angry if he did. He knew it’d be wrong, but he couldn’t help how much he wanted to kiss your beautiful lips and freckled skin.

He imagined how it’d feel to run his lips and tongue over your body, lose himself in the supple curves of your hips and breasts or in the soft feeling of your hair. Sometimes he’d dream it too and wake up sticking to his sheets with a mixture of sweat and precum. It was a guilty pleasure to relieve himself thinking of you and everything he did to you in his imagination.

You were a sinful temptation wrapped in pure white bedsheets and gowns, tormenting him until he had to excuse himself from dinner with a swollen cock and a pink face.

His wife drove him insane. And she was oblivious.

One night, as Theo dodged the creaky floorboards outside of your bedroom, he heard it. The soft sigh falling from your lips, indicating that you weren’t asleep. The warm light emitting from the ajar door drew him in, enticing him into pushing gently against the barrier between him and you. And upon opening the door, he saw you.

You lay spread across the bed, hair framing your head like a shining halo in lamplight as your nightgown was pulled up to your stomach, held in place by one hand whilst the other reached between your open legs, though the sight was obscured by the flesh of your thigh as you lay parallel to the door.

Theo cursed mentally, wishing that you’d lay with your head on your pillow so that he could really see what your hand was toying with. He felt himself grow hot and shifted as his trousers tightened uncomfortably, alerting you of his presence when you heard the creak of a floorboard. Fuck. You looked at him with wide eyes, a deer caught in headlights as you ripped your small hand from between your thighs. Before you could even begin to stutter, Theo chocked out a bashful ‘Sorry’ before turning and slamming the door behind him.

In that moment, he wished that the ground would swallow him up. He had never been so shy around a girl, especially one that was lying, touching herself in his house, not that there had been any before. His head softly thumped against your door as he slumped back. But he didn’t have much time to feel sorry for himself as your door opened suddenly.

He spun to look at you. It had seemed that you’d smoothed down your wild hair before coming to find him as it hung over your shoulders like usual. Your eyes met his in the darkness of the hallway and he nearly collapsed. Between the blood from his head running to his groin and the look in your eyes, he thought that maybe he would collapse, but he cleared his throat and straightened up to his full height to look down at you with his usual stoic expression.

Your eyes trailed down his neck, to his chest and then, they looked straight down to the sizeable bulge in his slacks. He had worn neatly ironed trousers and a button down shirt to visit his father that day, and secretly wished that he had changed his clothes before coming to see you that night. It would have been more comfortable for his raging hard-on.

“Would you like to come in?”

Theo’s prayers must have been answered, because your soft voice lead him through your doorframe. He barely even registered what was going on until he was sat on your mattress like many nights before, but this time, you were awake, looking at him with lustrous eyes and flushed skin on your cheeks, neck and…

You leaned into him once he was settled on your bed and brushed your damp lips onto his own. His jaw hung open and his eyes were wide as they looked at you. This must have been a dream.

Surely he was awake judging by the feeling of your lips on his own and the hammering of his heart and the throbbing between his legs. You kissed him with fervour, running your hands over his shoulders tenderly and Theo sighed at the feeling of your touch, it was something he hadn’t felt before. You hadn’t even touched him during the wedding, not even for a dance, let alone at night. You had never consummated your marriage and he had never been so aware of the fact. He leant into your hands, chest rising and falling heavily as his head spun and his body overheated.

You hushed him quietly, running your hand through his brown curls and straddling his lap quickly, sighing as you felt the bulge in his lap against your bare core beneath your night dress. It had been drilled into your head that as a Pureblood woman, you must remain as pure as possible until you were inevitably married off, meaning you’d never been in any position similar to this. You didn’t even know what to do with the boy who began to run his rough hands over your back as he hungrily kissed you. But something about the situation made you giddy, here he was, you could finally have him all to yourself. The gorgeous, brown-haired beauty you’d snagged up.

You ground down into his lap on instinct, something sparking deep inside of you at the sound of his throat emitting a deep noise. Your mouth hung agape, breathing hot air onto the column of his neck once you’d tugged his hair back to reveal the expanse of his skin.

Theo felt like prey under your scorching touch. He wanted nothing more than to feel what you had been touching so dearly before he’d interrupted you. He wondered what it looked like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like. Merlin, how he wanted to taste it. To have what he’d imagined so vividly above him, restricted by nothing but a layer of clothing drove him to insanity. He couldn’t help but rut into you from where he sat below you.

He felt the pressure of your palm on his chest, encouraging him to lay his back against the silk sheets. Theo was down, obeying your every wish as you kissed fiercely, hands claiming every inch of his burning body, fiery like a sinner in church, your fingertips the devil, searing the flesh from his bones and torturing him in ways incapable of any human being responsible of.

His body throbbed, lungs heaving and struggling and his heart hammering against his ribcage. His legs and hands shook like they never had before and Theo did wonder why his body reacted the way it was.

Your lips let a soft sound pass through them again as his hips jolted, the bulge in his trousers pressed at the perfect angle, his cold belt buckle rubbing against your slick clit with a pleasurable shock. The boy was almost thrashing beneath you as he was oh, so eager to hear the noise again. His large hands encouraged you to press down against his need, spurring a deep sigh from him. You didn’t know why you hadn’t done this before.

“Is this what you imagine when you watch me?” You asked, and his body stilled minus the shivering of his hands and legs.

A frown dragged at his brow as you pulled your warm face away from his. “I-What?”

You grinned devilishly. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you sneak in here each night? Now answer me, is this what you imagine?”

The air was knocked out of him when your body ground down onto his again, forcing the answer out of him. He wheezed, “Yes!” His head falling back harshly onto the pillow as his eyes scrunched closed as if it hurt to watch you work atop of him. Your hand threaded through his curls, scraping gently at his scalp and tipping his head aside, revealing the moles scattered up his throat. You hungrily attack the expanse of his neck, leaving him purple and pink.

His body fell slack, allowing you to take him in any way that you pleased. With your mouth against his neck and your pussy against his groin, he felt himself grow closer and closer to succumbing to his own pleasure. The white hot light in his eyes grew closer and his mouth tasted the familiar sweetness of lust, all he needed was for you to keep going, then he was sure to release all tension. He needed it more than he’d needed anything before.

Theo tried to call out, but his breath was gone and his head span in circles, so all that could be said was nothing but the most pathetic noises he’d made. He whined as you scratched circles into his hair and bruised his neck with your sweet mouth. He pawed desperately at your body atop of him, searching for any way to force you harder onto his swollen length.

You felt his body shake and his chest rattle with unsure breaths, so hesitantly, you slowed your hips until you halted, appreciating the groan that slipped past Theo’s lips at the lack of friction.

Hushing him gently with a finger over his lips, you smiled sweetly at him. His eyes were bleary and almost unfocused as he looked up at you. A careful hand reach up to smooth over your face in attempts to bring you back down to his lips, but it was to no avail. He breathed out a tiny noise of complaint.

You brushed over his face gently. “I just need you to be quiet, Love, can you do that?”

It felt nearly as if he was in pain without the feeling of your hips rocking onto him, but he obeyed, nodding his head vigorously.

“Good.” You whispered, lifting yourself from him. Theo nearly complained until he realised where you were steadying yourself.

Your knees dug into the mattress on either side of his shoulders, wetness hovering over his shirt and he nearly thought he was about to pass out.

“Allow me?” You ask him. You knew the answer, but you waited quietly for his response.

“Fuck! Yes.” He twitched beneath your legs.

Slowly, almost teasingly, you found the end of your nightgown with your fingers. You toyed with the hem, brushing the soft lace against his clean-shaven chin as his jaw slackened. His mouth was open, heaving in breaths as his eyes watched intently as you lifted the gown up to your belly. Theo was downright salivating at the sight of your pretty little pussy right in front of him. He slid a hand from your backside, all the way up the front of your stomach, taking the nightgown from your hand and pulling it over your head. He hungrily stared over your body, drinking in your beautiful skin and rivets and dips.

His large hands dragged over your sides until they parted, one trailing down to your hip and the other to your full chest. His mouth was ready to feel you, to map out the entirety of your core, ready in his mind to remember when he sinfully touched himself.

Your hands reached to the headboard, pulling yourself up the the pillows, where his head lay, and you lowered yourself onto his eager mouth.

Instantly, his lips engulfed your clit, suckling at it as his hands held your hips firmly over him. As soon as he touched you, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. His tongue lapped at you with boiling hot accuracy and you fell victim to the wet sounds of your bodies connecting.

Your head lulled to the side, body weakened at the pleasure he was giving to you. His tongue ran in vigorous circles and you ground against his face in an attempt to make him lick harder.

Your forehead rested on the headboard, knuckles whitening as the sounds were becoming more and more obscene. Theo pressed you down harder onto him and between licking at your sensitive pussy, he sucked harsher and harsher. Your pearly juices were helping you slide over his mouth but he didn’t care that it was coating him more and more as he encouraged you to press onto him. The taste of you was sure to linger on his tongue, and he welcomed the thought eagerly.

His teeth grazed against your skin and you whined, reaching a hand down to his locks, hoping that just your hand would comfort him slightly despite the rough grinding of your pussy on his face. But by the desperate sounds he was making, he didn’t seem to mind at all.

The mixture of your juices and his saliva dripped down his neck and onto the pillow. His chest heaved up and down relentlessly as he awaited your climax. He wanted nothing more than to make you come.

He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a shiver through you. Your entrance was beating and you could your thighs feeling light at his continuous movements. You were close.

Once you felt the familiar sensation run through you, your other hand came down to grip at his hair as you jerked over his jaw, thighs clenching around his head. Theo felt you squeeze his head, causing an odd lightheadedness to come over him, but not just in his head.

His legs went numb and his vision blurred as his cock leaked spurts of hot cum into his underwear. You still hadn’t stopped grinding on his face, feeling the last of your orgasm as he rode his out all the same. He shook gently, sucking harshly on your clit as you squealed at the sensitivity.

You soon came back down, legs shaking, still squeezing your husband’s head. You quickly realised how red his face was becoming and you were sure that you were killing him. Your legs quickly swung back over him and you sat beside him, viewing the result of your orgasm. His face was pink and his mouth hung open, taking in as much air as possible. His face was covered from his neck to his cheeks with slick and his eyes were closed shut. That was when you noticed the dark stain on his slacks.

You hoped to see him in your bed again.

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magalhaessims · 11 months ago

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AGAVE APARTMENT - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD

I'm finally sharing an apartment! I chose to build in Oasis Springs and opted for the smallest lot available. There are three units in total, but I've only fully decorated one. I designed it with Johnny Zest in mind. Also, I really wanted to use these two new, coolest sets: Neighborly and Cheap&Chipped by @syboubou. I really loved all the items — especially the empty toilet paper roll; it's my new favorite! LOL.

Additionally, due to some glitches in my game following the For Rent patch, I've labeled this build as "Residential" to avoid any potential issues with saving files. If you encounter any problems, please don't hesitate to let me know! If you want to check out the construction progress, watch the YouTube video linked below.

NOT CC FREE

Lot Type: Residential | Rental

Size: 20x15

World: Oasis Springs

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CC USED IN THIS BUILD:

NOTE: For convenience, some of the CC is included in the Download Folder. Please put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked below.

AwingedLlama: Nostalgia Living || Charly Pancakes: Chalk Kitchen (Clutter) | Munch | Soak | The Lighthouse || TheClutterCat: Busy Bee | Cozy Casita | Dandy Diary | Flower Power (Vinyl) | Hello Horse (Trophy) | Mellow Moods (Essential Oils Tray) || Felixandre: Colonial | Kyoto (Arch) | Soho || Harrie: Klean | Octave Collection | Shop The Look V2 | Spoons (Pizza Tray) | Stockholm || House Of Harlix: Baysic Bathroom | Baysic Set | Livin'Rum | The Kichen (Plant) | Tiny Twavellers (Wall) || KKB-MM: Citrus Room | My Heimish Hall || LittleDica: Delicato Living | Greasy Goods | Lava Lamp | Sleek Slumber || Max20: Classic Kitchen | Garden At Home | Master Bedroom | Poolside Lounge (Plant) || MyshunoSun: Gale Dining | Lottie Bedroom | Simmify | Sona Dining || Peacemaker-ic: Hinterland Kitchen (Honey Pot) | Hudson Bathroom (Towel Holder) | Tasteful Tots (Clutter) || Pierisim: Auntie Vera | Calderone Living | Coldbrew | Combles | David Apartment | Domaine Du Clos | MCM House Set | Oak House Set | Pantry Party | The Office | Tilable Kitchen | Unfold | Woodland Ranch || Simkoos: Clutter Dump || Sixam-CC: Art Studio | Cozy Family Livingroom | Home Improvement || SurelySims: Office Spaces (Clutter)

The CC Sets above are the main ones I used to decorate this specific building and you can find all the links to the creators’ sites on my Resource Page. However, if you can’t find something specific, you can send me a WCIF and I’ll try to help you find it!

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choicefurnituresuperstore · 1 year ago

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choice-furniture-superstore · 2 years ago

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DESIGNING WITH OAK: UNLEASHING THE BEAUTY AND VERSATILITY OF YOUR DINING SET

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kekeyw · 1 year ago

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oasis home | cc build

hi everyone, the long awaited build is ready for download!

this home features 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, a butlers pantry, a large pool and outdoor entertainment area perfect for a getaway and lots of parties!

gallery id: kekeyw

packs used: horse ranch, highschool years, snowy escape, discover university, island living, cats and dogs, city living, get together, get to work, jungle adventures, home chef hustle (most are for live edit objects)

watch youtube video here

download tray files here

cc list below the cut

harrie - brownstone (all), brutalist bathroom, coastal (all), country (all), kwate (all), octave (all), shop the look (all), spoons pt3, stockholm

house of harlix - bafroom, baysic bathroom, baysic, harluxe, jardane, livin' rum, orjanic (all), kichen, tiny traveller

felixandre- chateau pt2, 4, colonial pt2, 3, paris pt3, soho pt1, fayun pt1, pt2, florence (all), grove (all), kyoto (all), shop the look (all)

charlypancakes - chalk, diaper days, the lighthouse, dinna, miscellanea, smol, precious promises

peacemaker - adirondacklove - modernondack, arcadia, bowed living, creta kitchen, futura, hudson bathroom, kitayama dining

pierisim - auntie vera, david (all), domaine du clos (all), mcm (all), oak house (all), teeny weeny, the office, unfold, woodland (all)

the clutter cat - busybee, cozycocina, dandydiary bathroom, dandydiary (all), hellohorses, mellowmini, sunnysundae pt1, 2

greenllamas - the woodwind collection (coffee table)

cowbuild - scandinavian sleepover, blooming garden cafe (hanging wisteria)

bbygyal123 - abstract prints

heybrine - nova bathroom

simplistic - RHrugsII

little dica - delicato, eco kitchen, rise&grind

mrolkan - cool pools

max20 - poolside lounge

my cup of cc - the modernist dining

myshunosun - daria bedroom, freja, lottie bedroom, simmify, lullaby, sona dining

ravasheen - bidet as it may shower tub glass combo, flood saucer light

s-imagination - nota living, japandi tableware

sforzinda - bg curtains

sixamcc - tiny playrooms, boho bathroom

syboulette - bathroom set, candy, caroline, helios, little dino

sundays - amed (runner rug), gaios (throw blanket)

tuds - bble, beam kitchen, brazilian kitchem, caipi, nctr, shkr

emerasims - sanoma collection

awingedllama - apartment therapy inspired stuff v2, blooming plants

mechtasims - kitchen set (ceiling light only)

thank you to all the cc creators: @harrie-cc @felixandresims @charlypancakes @greenllamas @cowbuild @bbygyal123 @heybrine @simplistic-sims4 @littledica @mrolkanyt @maxsus @myshunosun @peacemaker-ic @ravasheencc @pierisim @s-imagination @sixamcc @syboubou @sundays-sims @thecluttercat @tudtuds @awingedllama @mechtasims

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rheya28 · 9 months ago

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Red Mirage Nightclub ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Welcome to Mirage, the hottest nightclub in Oasis Springs! As you step inside, you're greeted by a sultry sea of crimson lights that pulse to the rhythm of the music. Red Mirage features a dance floor that is alive with energy and seductive scarlet glow as well as plush lounge areas that offer a retreat for intimate conversations.

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Rheya's Notes:

●Ok so I meant to do a different theme for this lot but ended up creating a club similar to club tropics since I thought it would fit oasis spring vibes lol I guess you can call this club tropics 2.0. ●This club includes karaoke rooms so you can set this to a karaoke bar if you'd like

➽ Important Notes:

●Please make sure to turn bb.moveobjects on! ● Please DO NOT reupload or claim as your own. ● Feel free to tag me if you are using it, I love seeing my build in other peoples save file ● Feel free to edit/tweak my builds, but please make sure to credit me as the original creator! ● Thank you to all CC Creators ● Please let me know if there's any problem with the build

➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: Red Mirage Nightclub Lot type: Nightclub Lot size: 30 x 20 Location: Oasis Spring

➽ MODS

● Tool Mod by Twisted Mexi

➽ CC List

Note: I reuse a lot of the same cc in all my builds, specifically cc's from felixandre, HeyHarrie, Tuds, and Pierisim so if you're interested in downloading past, present, future build from me i suggest getting all their cc sets to make downloading a little easier! other creators include Sooky, Charlypancakes, Sixam, Thecluttercat, Myshunosun, awingedllama, Peacemaker, kiwisim4. This will also ensure that the lots are complete and are not missing any items upon downloading ! House of Harlix ● Bafroom ● Harluxe CharlyPancakes ● Slouch Felixandre ● Chateau pt [2] ● Colonial pt [3] ● Grove pt [4] ● Kyoto pt [2] ● Paris pt [3] ● Florence pt [4] ● Soho TheClutterCat ● Baby Boo (Donut Table) ● Sunny Sundae Harrie ● Brutalist ● Kleen pt [2][3] ● Kwatei pt [1][2] ● Octave pt [2] ● Shop the look pt [1][2] ● Jardane ● Livin Rum ● Orjanic Mycupofcc ● The Modernist Helen May ● Modern Set Joyceisfox ● Forever Autum pt [1] Kiwisim4 ● Block house Dining Little Dica ● Countryside Cabin ● Rise and Grind Myshunosun ● Tranquil bedroom [office chair] Peacemaker ● Hudson Bathroom ● Terra Tiles Vertical ● Vera Office [Desktop pc] Pierisim ● David Apartment pt [1] ● Domain du clos pt [1] ● MCM pt [3] ● Oak house pt [3] ● Unfold ● Winter Garden pt [1] [2] Max 20 ● Poolside Lounge pack * Ravasheen ● Shake and Simmy Dance Floor ● Uplifting Elevator Rusticsim ● Simple kind of modular life Sixam ● Hotel Bedroom ● Teen Room Syboulette ● Flavie Bar ● Karaoke Taurus Design ● Lilith Chilling Area Tuds ● Crib ● Wave ● Zalz

● DOWNLOAD Tray File and CC list: Patreon Page ● Origin ID: anrheya [previous name: applez] ● Twitter: Rheya28__ ● Tiktok: Rheya28__ ● Youtube: Rheya28__

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jaythes1mp · 6 months ago

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Your secrets are ours, kid

Yandere BatFam x Reader — CH10 -> CH9 -> CH8 -> CH7 -> CH6 -> CH5 -> CH4 -> CH3 -> CH2 -> CH1

8919 words, 46418 characters, 408 sentences, 290 paragraphs, 32.8 pages.

The car comes to a stop outside a fancy restaurant. The building is huge, the exterior lit up with soft, warm lights. A Doorman is standing outside, the entrance framed by a pair of elegant lion statues either side.

Bruce gets out first, holding out his hand to help you out of the car. His face is neutral as you step onto the sidewalk, his hand still gripping yours. He gives a short nod to the Doorman, who immediately opens the door to the restaurant without a word.

The interior of the restaurant is just as impressive as the outside. High ceilings, a grand lobby, and a row of archways leading to the dining areas. Expensive artwork hangs on the walls, the lighting soft but flattering. The interior is opulent, with glittering chandeliers and high arched ceilings. The soft buzz of conversation fills the air, mixing with the sound of silverware clinking against china.

The sound of soft classical music filled the air, mingling with low murmurs of hushed conversations. Almost immediately, as soon as Bruce steps inside, the atmosphere hushes. Every eye turns to look at him, then at you. The way everyone was watching you made you squirm. It was like everyone except you was in on some sort of secret.

Bruce leads you through the restaurant, his hand is still holding yours, his steps confident and assured. You get the sense that the staff know him well as you both pass, various people nod in greeting as Bruce murmurs a few words to them.

Finally, you reach a private booths, secluded in a corner, away from any potential interruptions.

The private booth you’re settled into has a dark, rich oak interior, with a large semi-circular leather booth wrapping around the table in the centre. The table is covered in a crisp white tablecloth, with a variety of fine china and sparkling silverware laid out.

Bruce motions for you to take a seat as he slips into the booth opposite you, his eyes still quietly taking in your features. You mumble a soft thanks in return. Feeling well underdressed.

A waiter appears beside your table, a tablet in his hand, a fake, courteous smile on his face as he addresses you both.

"Good evening, Mr Wayne. What can I get for you tonight?"

Bruce’s voice is measured as he responds, his gaze never leaving you. "Good evening. A bottle of the house red, and two glasses, please."

The waiter nods and disappears, leaving the two of you alone and enveloped in quiet. There's a strained atmosphere in the air, Bruce's eyes watching you intently as you shift awkwardly in the booth.

The atmosphere in the booth is tense, the silence between you and Bruce almost deafening. Trying to break the ice, you attempt a joke, your voice soft as you speak.

"Buffet, huh? You'd think a place this fancy would have a set menu."

Bruce quirks an eyebrow at your joke, a small smile flickering across his face. Despite the situation, he can't help but find it endearing.

He leans back in the leather booth, his broad frame taking up the majority of the space. "Well, I figured you might prefer to pick your own food.”

He pauses for a moment, his eyes still trained on you, "Unless you'd rather I pick for you."

Your chuckle is nervous and soft, a strange mix of anxiety and amusement. You feel a touch out of place, sitting in this posh restaurant, with Bruce Wayne staring across at you.

"No, no," you say quickly, "I can pick my own food. I don't want to trouble you."

The tension in the air is thicker now, the weight of expectations almost palpable. You fidgeted nervously in your seat, your eyes darting around the booth before settling back on Bruce's unwavering gaze.

You take a deep breath, your fingers fiddling anxiously with the hem of your shirt. You feel embarrassed, almost vulnerable in your ignorance. "Um, actually," you admit, "I'm not really sure what's on the menu here."

There's a hint of vulnerability in your voice, a vulnerability you'd usually try to hide in these situations. But in front of Bruce, you can feel yourself slipping, your guard lowering just an inch. He always seemed to leave that effect with you.

His expression softens as he watches you fidget nervously across from him. He notices every little detail, the way your fingers play with the hem of your shirt, the way your gaze darts around the booth before settling back on him.

Bruce's eyes soften as he hears the hint of vulnerability in your voice. It's a sound that's all too familiar to him, yet coming from you, it tugs at his heartstrings nonetheless. He leans forward, his forearms resting against the table, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Don't worry about it," he reassures you, his voice gentle, "You don’t have to pretend to have a taste for fine dining or anything. You can tell me what you want, or I can order something for you."

Bruce's words are a surprising contrast to the confident, almost arrogant persona he usually exudes. Here, in this moment, he seems... gentle, almost fragile in his own way.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, his eyes studying your face for any kind of response. "Although, I have to admit, I'm a little surprised to find you out alone at this time of night."

Your head snaps up suddenly as realisation hits you. "Oh, shit." You curse under your breath, your eyes wide with realisation.

The guilt settles in as you start to consider the possibility that you've interrupted something important. Maybe Bruce had a prior commitment, a business meeting or a social event, and you've stumbled right into the middle of it.

"I'm sorry," you say quickly, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to intrude. Did I ruin your plans for tonight?"

Bruce watches you carefully as your realization sinks in, your eyes widening in guilt. He notices how your body tenses, how your fingers twist nervously in your lap.

He lets your words hang in the air for a moment before responding. "Ruin my plans? You think you're the one interrupting my night?"

His words are soft, but there's a hint of amusement in his tone. As if the thought of you interrupting his plans is almost absurd to him.

Bruce had patiently waited for nearly forty-five minutes, his evening already planned out. He had booked out the entire restaurant, reserved for just the two of you, and a select few of nobodies, with the kitchen specially rented for your taste in food. He had gone through all of this trouble, just to see you.

And now, sitting across from him, you had believed that your little run-in had ruined all of his well-laid plans.

Bruce sees the guilt and worry in your expression, your shoulders tense and brow furrowed. He can't help but feel a pang of something within his chest at your expression. Of course, you would think you ruined his plans, that you somehow inconvenienced him or got in the way of something important.

As your words hang in the air, he considers telling you the truth. That these were his plans. That spending time with you - watching you grow, listening to you breathe, hearing your voice - meant more to him than anything else that the world could ever offer.

Spending time with you, his precious one, trumped all else. He would willingly cancel any other plans, rearrange any meetings, just for the opportunity to sit across from you like this. Spending time with you trumps anything and everything else.

Tonight, however, he would feign ignorance. He would act as if you were merely a convenient disruption to his otherwise busy schedule. He didn't want you to know the extent of his dedication and devotion to you. Not yet. One day you would come to be aware of the fact. Tonight however, he’ll pretend.

Bruce's face betrays nothing as he watches the guilt and worry etched on your features. He can see it clearly, the worry and guilt in the set of your shoulders, the furrow of your brow. It hurts him to see you this way, to think that somehow, you are the one who ruined his evening plans.

As your words hang in the air, a deep, silent pang resonates within his chest. He can see the tension in your shoulders, the furrow of your brow as you chew on your lip. He notices every little change in your expression, and it makes his heart ache a little bit. He wants to tell you. He wants to reassure you. To tell you that you didn't ruin anything, that you were the plan.

Finally, he lets out a soft sigh, his voice breaking the silence. "You didn't ruin anything," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "I'm not too bothered. It's not like I had something particularly important to do tonight."

He pauses for a moment, watching as your expression changes to reflect the relief that washes over you. He can see the tension leaving your body as his words sink in.

He lets out a soft chuckle, his mouth curving into a small smile. "Besides, I'd rather spend my night out with you than anyone else."

He's treading dangerously close to revealing just how important you are to him, how much you actually mean. But he just can't keep the words from escaping. To not let you know who you really are to him. You were his child. His sweet, broken, child. One that he will soon mend back together gently. Give you everything you deserved yet never got to experience.

Your expression immediately relaxes, relief washing over your face as you take in his words. It's hard to describe the feeling that floods through you. It's a strange mixture of comfort, surprise, and reassurance.

His soft chuckle and smile bring a warmth to your chest that only he can manage to ignite.

As he says he'd rather spend the night with you than anyone else, your breath catches in your throat.

You can feel the danger in his words, his care and devotion carefully concealed behind a thinly veiled facade. There's a raw honesty to his tone that makes you shiver.

The meaning behind his words hitting you like a wave. This man, this powerful, wealthy, influential man, would rather spend his time with you.

You have to bite your lip to conceal the small smile. No one has said they’d rather spend their time with you. Definitely not that woman. It so unexpected and makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

The way your expression relaxes, the surprise and relief etched on your features, makes his chest tighten a little bit. It's a feeling he's never experienced before. You're reacting in a way that is completely foreign to him. Completely new. Something he's never really gotten to experience.

Bruce notices that you're biting back a smile, and a wave of satisfaction courses through him. He's able to elicit such an unexpected, genuine reaction from you. One he's sure you don't give to just anyone. It's a feeling of pride.

He’ll have to message Tim to send him the cameras footage of that moment later.

The waiter suddenly reappears at the table, a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands.

Bruce's attention momentarily diverts as he nods his thanks to the waiter, taking the bottle and the pair of glasses.

He gives the waiter a dismissive gesture, indicating that he can take his leave. The waiter murmurs a soft, "Please enjoy your evening, Mr Wayne," before he exits the booth once more.

He pops the cork from the wine with ease, his hands almost like a practiced expert.

He then pours a generous amount into both glasses, the liquid a dark, rich color as it sloshes against the glass.

He hands you one of the glasses, his fingers brushing against yours for just a moment as his eyes meet yours.

"Take a sip," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“Oh. I’m not the biggest wine drin...” the words die on your tongue by the encouraging grin on his lips. You look down to the rich red liquid, swirling the glass for a second before closing your eyes and drowning down a small sip.

It... wasn’t bad.

He watches as you hesitate, the words dying on your tongue, before taking a small sip of the wine. He can see the surprise flicker in your eyes as you taste the liquid. There's a hint of doubt on your face, as if you're expecting it to taste awful.

When you don't wince or make a facial expression, he lets out a soft chuckle. A satisfied sound that's low and gravelly.

"See? I don't have that bad taste in wine, do I?"

You manage to make a small sound of agreement, despite the heat of embarrassment that creeps up your face.

His chuckle, low and gravelly, sends a shiver down your spine. It's a sound that never fails to make you feel both calm and a bit flustered.

You take another, slightly larger sip of wine this time, the liquid warm as it slides down your throat, leaving a pleasant burn in its wake.

He observes as you swallow the wine, his eyes never leaving your face. He can see the slight flush to your cheeks, the way your body reacts to the warm liquid in your system. There's a small spark of triumph in his eyes.

He takes a sip of his own glass, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're not a frequent drinker, right?" he asks, his tone casual. He already knows the answer.

You shake your head, the heat still present on your cheeks. You take another small sip of the wine, almost in an effort to cool down.

"No, I'm not," you admit, your voice a touch more shy than you wanted it to be, "I don't really drink that much. Bad experiences in the past.”

It was the truth. You didn't drink often, and you certainly didn't want to accidentally embarrass yourself in front of Bruce Wayne of all people. And the men that woman used to bring home left a sour view on alcohol for you.

His eyes soften a bit at your admission, a look of quiet understanding passing over his features. He lets the silence hang for a moment before responding.

"I see," he says. There's an undertone in his voice, almost a hint of anger at the implications of your past.

But he doesn't press the subject any further. He has his suspicions, but he won't ask you to dig up painful memories. At least, not here. Not now. Maybe someday. Maybe someday he'll get you to open up to him fully.

As the quiet stretches between you two, you take another sip of the wine, letting the warmth of the liquid soothe your nerves.

You can feel his eyes watching you, his gaze steady and intense, even as he tries to soften his features. It feels both terrifying and reassuring at the same time. Terrifying, because you feel so seen under his gaze. And reassuring, because you trust that he's being sincere.

The wine is starting to take effect now, your head feeling a bit fuzzy, your inhibitions slightly lowered.

The change in topic is abrupt, but it allows you a moment to compose yourself.

Bruce's voice breaks the silence, his fingers absentmindedly rolling the stem of his wine glass between them as he addresses you. "Have you had enough time to think over what you're craving?" he inquires, his eyes fixed on your face, observing your expression. His gaze soft.

Your thoughts are slightly fuzzy now, the wine having settled in your stomach, making it easier for you to express yourself.

You think for a moment, your mind swirling as you try to think of something to eat. Your first instinct is to tell him it doesn't matter, that you can eat anything. But the look on his face, the way he's studying you, tells you that he won't accept that answer.

So you say the first thing that comes to your mind.

"Nuggets," you murmur.

Humiliation washes over you, the realization of your faux pas sinking in. You cringe inwardly, mentally kicking yourself for even entertaining the idea that there might be something like a children's menu in a high-class establishment like this one. There's practically a "no minors allowed" sign plastered over the door. You can almost hear the staff snickering behind your back.

You want to bang your head against the table, sink into the leather seats and disappear.

He can't help but raise an eyebrow at your response. Nuggets.

He almost wants to laugh, the sound bubbling up in his chest. He manages to hold it back however, sensing the embarrassment that's painted on your face. There's a certain... charm to your honest, albeit slightly tipsy response.

But he finds the suggestion endearing, the image of you with a plate of nuggets amusing. It's such a simple request, a request that so many people would immediately dismiss. But the fact that you had suggested it, had actually thought there was a possibility of this place offering such a thing, somehow makes his chest feel lighter.

Your ears burn with embarrassment, and your eyes fall to the table, avoiding his gaze. You half expect him to roll his eyes, to make some comment about how childish your choice is.

But instead, you notice a flicker of something in his eyes before he speaks. It's a mixture of surprise, and something akin to amusement.

He holds back a laugh, the sound coming out as a low rumble in his chest. When he speaks, there's a hint of a smile on his face. "Nuggets, huh?"

The heat on your face increases at his words, your cheeks flushed with a mixture of the wine and the embarrassment. Your hands fidget nervously in your lap, fingers twisting and untwisting, looking for something to do.

You can't believe you just admitted that. That you actually suggested you order nuggets in a fancy establishment like this one. God, this is so pathetic.

You open your mouth to try to amend your statement, trying to salvage the already ruined evening, but no words come out.

He notices your flustered state, the way your face is flushed and your hands nervously fidgeting in your lap. It's an endearing sight, and he feels a pang in his chest, a mixture of protectiveness and affection. He wants to reassure you, to tell you that there's nothing wrong with wanting nuggets.

He lets out another soft chuckle, his eyes softening even more as he speaks. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. I can order them for you."

He’s silently thanking Dick for the list of food places you frequent.

Your face only flushes deeper, the heat practically emanating from your skin now. You hadn't expected him to actually agree to it. You were sure he'd laugh, or tell you to pick something more suitable for your surroundings.

You hazard a glance up at him, meeting his gaze, and are met with a soft, earnest look in his eyes. He's not mocking you. He's not looking down on you.

The realisation sends a wave of relief through you, and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. "You would? Really?"

Jason would have made fun of you for how you sounded.

"Of course," he responds immediately, his tone completely genuine.

He motions to the waiter, who's standing at a discrete distance, waiting to be summoned. It takes only a moment for the waiter to hurry over to the table, his expression schooled into perfect professionalism.

Bruce addresses the waiter bluntly. "Nuggets," he states, his eyes flicking back to you, silently asking you to confirm.

When you avoid the waiters eye contact Bruce lets out a small chuckle, quickly hidden into his palm as if he’d coughed. “And one medium rare steak with mixed vegetables.”

The waiter nods, his expression remaining neutral, though you can see a hint of bemusement in his eyes. To hear Bruce Wayne, billionaire and Gotham City's biggest philanthropist, order nuggets of all things must be an unusual sight for the man.

You can't help but feel relieved that the waiter doesn't comment on the order though. The last thing you need is even more embarrassment.

Your eyes widen a bit at the addition of the steak, and you shoot Bruce a questioning glance.

Bruce catches your questioning glance, his eyes sparkling with an impish mischief. He can see the surprise and confusion in your expression, and he can’t help but smirk a bit.

"Don't worry," he assures you, his tone a touch too innocent, “the steak's for me.”

You deadpan. Seriously? That was his way of assuaging your worries? Steak for him?

As you give him a flat look, he can't help but chuckle at your unimpressed expression.

"What?" he asks, feigning innocence, "I'm hungry."

He leans back into his seat, a small, amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watches you. He can see the mixture of surprise and skepticism on your face, and he finds it almost endearing.

You roll your eyes, a small huff escaping your throat. Typical rich guy, ordering steak.

There's a comfortable silence that falls over the both of you, as you watch the waiter walk away from the table. The alcohol in your system has left you feeling a bit light-headed, and you can’t help but feel a bit more at ease. Like you can fully relax for once.

But a question burns at the back of your mind, and the alcohol makes it a bit easier to voice it.

You break the silence, your voice somewhat slurred as you speak. "Can I ask you something?" you say, your tone casual.

Bruce turns his attention fully back to you, his gaze steady and attentive. He can see the light flush on your cheeks, a result of the alcohol in your system.

"Of course," he responds, leaning forward a little bit, "ask me anything."

You pause for a moment, searching for the right words as you try to articulate your thoughts. Your mind is a muddled mess of alcohol and shyness, which makes it a bit harder than usual for you to speak. But with a bit of willpower, you manage to push the words out of your mouth.

"Why do you do what you do? Why do you want me to do it?" you ask, your voice soft.

His eyebrow raises in a silent, inquiring question, encouraging you to elaborate on your question.

Your voice cuts through the air, your words firm and a touch bewildered. "Everything," you gesture emphatically with your hand, the vague motion encompassing everything you're trying to convey. "The business. Helping people, charities. You could have anyone to do whatever you wanted."

You pause for a moment, your confusion and disbelief clear in your expression as you meet his gaze. "Why would you need to fund my random blog?"

Bruce leans back into his seat, his features taking on a contemplative look. He can sense the confusion and disbelief in your tone, and he can understand why you're asking such a question.

He takes a moment to answer, letting his words settle in your mind. When he speaks again, his voice is steady and sincere.

"It's simple really," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I see potential. I see someone who’s willing to try, to make a difference. I suppose I just want to give you the means to do it."

It’s a nice sentiment, but you can tell he’s holding something back.

Your eyes flick to his face, searching his expression for any hint of deception. But there’s nothing but honesty in his gaze. He truly believes in you, in your potential. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying.

You try to process his words, the weight of what he’s saying slowly sinking in.

There’s a question burning on the tip of your tongue, but you’re hesitant to ask it. It feels too personal, too vulnerable. But the alcohol in your system makes you brave, and the question slips out of your mouth before you have a chance to stop it.

"Why me?" Your voice is soft, almost inaudible.

Bruce's gaze softens at your question, his eyes studying your face intently.

"Why not you?" he replies. The words are simple, but they carry a weight to them.

He can see the vulnerability in your expression, the desire to hear a more detailed answer. But there’s a part of him that’s hesitant to fully divulge his reasons.

You lean back against the plush leather of your seat, your thoughts racing.

You're honestly not sure how to respond to that. The depth and sincerity behind his words catch you off guard, and you're momentarily at a loss for what to say.

Bruce watches the emotions play across your face, the mixture of surprise and flattery at his answer. He can tell you’re surprised, maybe even a bit wary in accepting his response. But he can also see a hint of curiosity, a hint of eagerness to know the why behind him.

He takes a subtle breath before he speaks, choosing his words carefully.

"Because I believe you have a voice worth listening to," he says quietly.

You bite your tongue, looking away in thought.

Bruce knew that his words would get to you. That he could charm his way through an explanation rather than admit the truth.

You can feel his words stirring something within you, a mixture of emotions. On one hand, it's flattering, almost dizzying, to know that someone like Bruce Wayne believes in you that much. But on the other hand, there's a nagging skepticism, an inkling that there's more to his reasons than he's letting on.

Your fingers pick at the fabric of your sleeve, a nervous habit you can never quite shake off. You glance up at him, your eyes meeting his.

"Is that really the only reason?" you ask, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Bruce can see the skepticism in your eyes, the way your fingers pick nervously at the fabric of your clothes. He can tell you're searching for more, that you want to hear a deeper reason for his actions.

His gaze doesn’t waver, his composure not faltering even a bit.

"Why? Do you think there's another reason?" he asks, his tone as casual as ever, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts.

You shake your head, feeling slightly flustered at his response. You had hoped he'd offer up more information, give you a deeper explanation. But he's not budging, not willing to divulge more than he's letting on.

You let out a small, frustrated huff, the sound almost inaudible. You're not sure how to respond to his casual denial, his nonchalance in dismissing your question.

For a brief moment, you almost contemplate asking more direct and personal questions. But the moment passes, and the waiter returns with your food.

The waiter silently places your plate in front of you, the golden-brown nuggets sitting innocently on the white china. There's an awkward moment of silence as Bruce and yourself glance at the plate, before the waiter quietly slips away.

You stare at the heaped plate of food before you, your eyes widening at the sheer amount of food placed before you. The white china plate is practically overflowing, not a single part of it left untouched by the generous portions of food. You swallow hard, your gaze shifting to Bruce, who is calmly cutting into his own steak.

"Why is there so much...?" you can't help but ask, your voice laced with bewilderment. "Is this normal here?"

No, this isn't normal. Bruce has made arrangements to ensure you have a substantial meal, much more than usual. He’d grown worried over the small portions you’ve been making for yourself recently. Each day watching the cameras with an angered expression. So you will be eating every piece of chicken on that plate and you will be enjoying it.

He’s scolded Jason far too many times for letting you do this to yourself, it’s about time he’d taken it into his own hands.

Bruce can see the surprise written all over your face, the way your eyes widen at the sight of the food on your plate. He lets out a small, amused huff, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"They tend to be... generous with their portions here," he responds, an air of nonchalance in his tone. "Don't waste it."

He cuts another piece of his steak, taking a bite as he watches you. His gaze flicks back and forth between his own plate and yours, making sure you’re actually eating.

You swallow hard, your gaze shifting back to your plate. You're not sure how you're supposed to eat this much food, let alone even finish it. The small bites you're accustomed to taking seem pitiful in comparison to the massive amount of food before you. But you know you can't refuse, not with Bruce watching you, silently waiting for you to take a bite.

You pick up a single nugget, gingerly taking a bite. The crisp texture and flavor of the nugget fill your senses, and for a moment you momentarily forget about your worries.

Bruce watches you carefully, his gaze fixed on your every move. He takes another bite of his steak, his eyes lingering on you for a few moments longer before he speaks.

"Slow down, you'll choke," he advises, his tone jokingly admonishing.

You pause for a moment, the nugget halfway to your mouth. You shoot him a brief glare, momentarily forgetting your manners.

"No, I won't," you argue, your voice slightly muffled as you chew.

Bruce can't help but suppress a small chuckle. Your stubbornness amuses him, your irritation at his comment almost endearing.

"You will," he says, his tone firm, though there’s an amused sparkle in his eyes. "You're eating too fast. Slow down, enjoy the food."

He takes another bite of his steak, his gaze still fixed on you. It’s amusing to see you pout at him, your expression somewhere between annoyance and embarrassment.

You huff in irritation, rolling your eyes at his words. But deep down, you know he's right, his voice echoing your own internal thoughts.

You take a moment to collect yourself, forcing yourself to slow down as you take another bite. The food is good, the flavors rich and satisfying. But you can't help but grumble under your breath.

Your words are delivered with a mix of petulance and half-hearted jest. "You're not my parent, you know," you mutter, the words leaving your mouth with a hint of teasing.

It's clear you're unaware of the way his knuckles tighten around the handle of the knife until they're almost white, nor do you notice the way his jaw clenches ever so slightly at your words. You're entirely oblivious to the possessive, dark fatherly look that flashes in his eyes.

Bruce has to bite his tongue to refrain from correcting you. He was your dad. You just didn't know it yet.

Patience, he has to remind himself.

Bruce is thankful for the years of his rigid self-discipline, years of controlling his thoughts, feelings, and emotions. He’s thankful for the tight control he has over his mind, the strict control over his senses. Because in that moment, the urge to correct you, to claim you as his child is immense. It’s difficult for him to keep his words at bay.

He clears his throat, the sound more of a forced noise than anything. His voice is slightly strained as he responds to your words. Though he forces the calm, steady tone of his words to remain.

"Just eat your food.”

You're too preoccupied with the taste of the food in your mouth to notice his brief change in tone. His words break you out of your thoughts, your attention shifting to him.

You glance back down at the plate in front of you, the pile of food still standing despite your efforts to eat it.

"I’m trying," you say, a slight hint of annoyance in your tone. "But you're giving me a lot of food here."

Bruce remains silent, his gaze fixated on your plate, calculating the amount of food left.

He takes a moment to think, silently observing you. He scans the remaining food on your plate, mentally calculating how many more bites you’d have to take. He’s not satisfied in the slightest, not until he can see your plate completely empty. He needs to be sure you're going to finish all of it.

“You can do it,” he says, his words a simple, casual statement.

You groan. “dude.”

You roll your eyes at his words, your annoyance with the situation growing. The amount of food still left in front of you seems almost intimidating, especially with Bruce silently watching you.

You’re not used to eating so much, and the thought of finishing all of it makes you slightly nauseous.

“I feel like I’m being fattened up for something,” you grumble under your breath, your tone half-serious, half-joking.

Bruce leans back in his seat, a silent chuckle escaping his lips at your comment. The sound is subtle, only barely heard in the quiet restaurant.

The corners of his mouth twitch, a hint of a smirk forming.

“You ate more than this the last time we were out together, kid.” He says in return, his voice teasing.

His words are meant in playful jest, but there’s a hint of possessiveness in his tone, a hint of protectiveness, the protective fatherly instinct lingering within him.

Your eyes widen in surprise at his words, your expression quickly morphing into annoyance.

"Oh, shut up," you retort, a hint of petulance in your tone. You continue to eat, trying to ignore the smug smile on his face.

You chew on a nugget for a few moments, contemplating his words. "...You remember that?”

Bruce’s smirk widens, watching as your expression morphs to an obvious mixture of surprise, annoyance, and mild humiliation. His tone is casual, yet the amusement is obvious.

“Of course I do,” he responds simply. “I pay attention to things.”

For a normal person, what you ate over two weeks ago would be forgettable, insignificant. But Bruce Wayne isn’t a normal person, not by a long shot. He’s observant, his mind committing details to memory almost second nature to him. Anything that relates to you he makes sure to keep note of. All of his kids interest, really.

You huff in annoyance at his response.

“Oh, right. You’re a billionaire, how could I forget,” you snark back, rolling your eyes at the casual way he responded.

The fact that he’d remembered such a small, insignificant detail of your night together caught you off guard. And for a brief moment, it makes you feel… special, the idea that you’re important enough for him to remember things about you.

“What else do you remember from that night?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Bruce takes a moment to respond, his gaze locked on yours. There’s an almost imperceptible smirk on his face, a hint of pride.

He remembers the entire night, every little detail. Every word that slipped from your lips, every small gesture you made. He remembers it all, committing each memory to the back of his mind. And even if you could somehow forget the colour of your coat, he’s always got the footage from that night to look over time and time again.

But he won’t tell you that, not yet. Instead, he responds with a casual yet vague answer.

“I remember a lot.”

You hum, “mysterious.”

You raise an eyebrow at his response, the vague yet casual tone of his voice. It’s an answer that gives nothing away, yet at the same time makes it clear that he remembers more than he’s letting on.

The thought of all the possible things he could remember makes something churn in your stomach. Part of you wants to pry, to ask more.

But you know better. There’s a reason Bruce Wayne is Gotham City’s most popular billionaire. The man’s secretive, that much is clear.

Your curious expression does not escape Bruce’s notice. He can see the way you’re contemplating your next question, your mind working a mile a minute.

His gaze flickers over your expression, taking in every detail. He knows you’re tempted to ask more, to pry and probe him for more information. He can read you almost as easily as he reads a book.

But he remains calm and collected, his smile never wavering.

“Finishing your food, yet?” he asks in return, his tone shifting the topic away from his memory.

Your eyes widen in surprise, darting down to the plate in front of you. Two lonely nuggets stare back at you, their former coating of sauce now reduced to a glistening sheen.

The sight of the near-empty plate triggers a wave of realization. You had been so caught up in conversation that you hadn't even realized how quickly the food on your plate had vanished, the satisfying sensation of your grumbling stomach barely even registering in your awareness.

Bruce can see the moment realization washes over you. The way your eyes widen, the surprised expression that crosses your features.

He can tell you hadn’t even noticed how quickly you’d finished your food, too caught up in conversation to pay attention to the almost empty plate.

He lets out a small, pleased hum, his eyes flickering across your face for a moment longer before he speaks.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he teases quietly.

You flush, your cheeks burning slightly from embarrassment. It’s embarrassing to think that you’d actually finished all the food on your plate, without even realizing it.

You open your mouth to reply, but Bruce continues.

“One more bite,” he says, his tone almost fatherly, yet firm. His gaze flicks down to the two last nuggets on your plate.

You look down at the food, your stomach feeling full. You don’t think you can eat anymore without feeling nauseous. But the expectant look on Bruce’s face makes it clear this is not a request.

The tone of his voice, the fatherly insistence of his words, leaves no room for argument. The way his eyes flicker expectantly to the two remaining nuggets on your plate tells you that it’s not a request. It’s a demand.

You grimace slightly. The thought of forcing down one more bite of food makes your full stomach churn, the feeling of nausea rising in your gut.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” you protest, your voice almost a petulant whine.

“No, you won’t,” Bruce responds simply. He can see the nausea in your face, the look of discomfort in your eyes. But he’s not backing down from this, not now.

His jaw is set, his gaze unwavering as he locks eyes with you, silently making it clear he won’t accept any arguing.

He leans forward just slightly, his gaze intensifying the slightest bit. “Now eat, Sunshine.”

You want to simultaneously kick his face in and curl up into a small ball of fuzz.

You don’t think that you’ve ever been talked to this way. Not even by the woman who raised you. It’s new.

There’s an authority in his tone, a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. He’s telling you what to do, demanding you finish the food on your plate, expecting you to listen to his every word.

It’s a tone that makes you want to both melt into a puddle and stand your ground and refuse. It’s a tone that makes your gut flip, your heart flutter, the butterflies in your stomach suddenly flying around in an erratic mess. Not in any sexual way, but in a way that makes you long.

“...Sunshine?” you murmur, looking up at him with an arched eyebrow.

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of Bruce’s lips when he notices your reaction to his tone, the arch of your eyebrow at his nickname. He knows it caught your attention, the way your eyes widened slightly, the way your voice came out as a soft murmur.

“Yeah,” he repeats in a matter-of-fact tone, the hint of a smirk still on his face. “Sunshine.”

His gaze flickered over your expression, taking in every little detail. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was almost preening.

The tone of his voice, the way he said the single word, sends a shiver down your spine. It sounds almost sweet, almost affectionate. The way he glances over you, the way his gaze seems to linger over you, it’s as if he’s claiming you as his.

“That’s a weird nickname..” you say, your voice almost timid. You can’t keep the hint of a flush from your cheeks.

“Why Sunshine?”

His smirk widening at your quiet words. He can see the way your gaze flickers away, avoiding his, the way the flush on your cheeks deepens.

“Why not?” he counters, his tone almost challenging. He takes a moment, his eyes flickering up and down your face.

“You’re a little ray of sunshine, kid,” he says eventually, his voice quieter but almost affectionate.

The rest of the night blurs together in a rapid succession of events that seem to move almost too fast for your brain to register. In a flash, you find yourself stepping out of the luxurious limousine, the streetlights casting a soft glow on the sidewalk.

Bruce’s larger hand still grips your shoulder, his grip both supportive and affectionate. His voice is warm as he bids you farewell, his words echoing in your ears.

"Good night," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. "I’ll see you soon."

Had you given the man your address...?

You chalk it up to the wine. Bringing your hand up to wave the black vehicle goodbye before adventuring up the worn down familiar steps that you called home.

As you wave farewell to the retreating car, you find yourself pondering for a moment whether or not you had actually given Bruce the address to your apartment. Perhaps the wine had been to blame.

With a slight shake of your head, you turn away from the departing limousine and begin your familiar ascent up the worn-down steps of the building you called home. The night air is cool and crisp, the glow of the streetlights casting elongated shadows on the concrete paths and cracked walls.

You linger outside the door of your apartment building, your keys clutched in your hand. For a few moments, you simply stand there, the cool night air caressing your skin as you press your forehead against the solid wooden frame.

You can't help but let out a soft sigh, the thought of facing Jason on the other side of that door not very appealing. You're not quite ready to deal with him just yet.

With a deep breath, you finally push yourself away from the door, the cool night air still caressing your face as you turn your attention back to the lock. You insert the key into the keyhole and twist it, the familiar click of the lock sliding open filling the air around you. As you push open the door, you brace yourself for what awaits inside.

As you step into the apartment, you're met with a peculiar sight. The living room is dark, save for a few dim shafts of light filtering in from outside and casting flickering shadows across the furniture. There's a strange stillness to the air, an aura of tension that you can feel even before registering the shape sitting nonchalantly on the couch, illuminated by the silvery moonlight.

Jason's tall form is casually sprawled across the piece of furniture, his body tense and his gaze focused on you with an unwavering intensity.

The moment you step into the living room, your eyes immediately land on Jason's form lounging on the couch. His tall frame is casually sprawled across the furniture, each muscle taut with an obvious tension. His eyes, sharp and dark, fix on you with a penetrative intensity that makes your skin tingle.

He doesn't move or speak, instead choosing to regard you with a quiet, almost unsettling stillness. The silence stretches on, the only sound the soft hush of the night outside and the faint ticking of the clock.

Your lips are caught between your teeth as you approach, your movements tentative and slow. Your eyes remain fixed on his face, his tense expression unwavering as you come closer.

Finally, you stop a few feet away, clutching a small bag in your hands tightly. Without a word, you hold it out in front of him, the rustle of the paper bag breaking the heavy silence.

Jason's eyes flicker to the bag extended towards him, tracking your movements with a guarded wariness. He makes no move to take it, instead regarding you with a suspicious eye.

A beat of tense silence passes before he finally responds, his voice low and gruff. "What's that?"

“An apology for storming out.”

Your response is quiet and deliberate, your voice carrying a hint of remorse. Jason regards you for a moment, his eyes fixated on your face. Finally, he shifts slightly, leaning forward to accept the bag from your hand.

His fingers brush against yours, the touch brief yet sparking a small jolt of electricity up your arm. "An apology, huh?" he responds, his voice a touch gruff but edged with a trace of reluctant understanding.

"It's your favourite," you motion, the words leaving your mouth in a soft whisper.

A small moment of silence passes before Jason responds again, his voice a bit gentler this time. "You didn’t have to," he replies, an unexpected but noticeable shift in his tone.

He regards you for a moment longer, a touch of surprise in his expression, before lifting the bag and peeking inside. At the sight of the familiar, beloved treats, a flicker of warmth sparks across his face. He looks up, meeting your gaze.

"You remembered," he mutters, his voice still gruff but laced with a hint of begrudging gratitude.

You nod your response, your movements weary as you finally collapse onto the couch beside Jason. Your body sinks into the soft cushions, the weariness of the day seeping into your bones.

"Made a stop on my way home," you explain, your voice quiet yet clear in the softly lit living room.

Jason grunts, acknowledging your explanation with a barely perceptible nod. He's still carefully avoiding your gaze, his focus fixed on the bag of treats. He’s not really angry. He never could be. Not with you.

After a moment of silence, he finally speaks, his voice a mix of gruffness and reluctant warmth. “Thanks,” he mumbles, the words a testament to his gratefulness despite his usual tough demeanor.

“Anytime man.”

Jason glances up at your response, his eyes flickering to your face. A brief moment of quiet passes, the sound of the night creatures outside the only background to the silent exchange between you two.

Eventually, he replies, a hint of gruff warmth lacing his words. “Damn right, anytime.”

Jason’s eyes flick up as you let out a small, amused snicker at his words. A small, sardonic grin pulls at his mouth, his shoulders relaxing just a bit.

"You think that's funny?" he mutters, his voice edged with amusement.

He teases, his voice taking on a more playful edge. "Don't see what's so funny about me saying you can bring home my favourite treats anytime you want."

Your snicker only increases in volume in response to his faux-offended tone, a smile slowly breaking out on your face. Jason's stoic expression cracks just a little at the sight, a reluctant smile pulling at his own mouth. He scoops his arm around your waist and pulls you close.

His large arm hooks easily around your waist, giving a gentle tug that pulls you closer to him. You end up pressed against his side, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. Despite the initial surprise at the sudden movement, you don't resist.

Jason keeps his grip on your waist firm, holding you against him as he shifts a bit to make room for you on the couch. His body is warm and solid beside you, a comforting presence in the dimness of the living room.

He leans back against the couch, his arm still around you as his gaze once again drifts down to the bag of treats in his lap.

"You always know what’ll get me to forgive you, don’t you?" he mutters, his voice low, yet holding a hint of affection.

His fingers idly play with the edges of the bag, the slight rustle of the paper filling the quiet space between you.

“Yep.” You pop the p.

No use of y/n, no descriptive features for the reader mentioned, no gender.

Did I drone on about nuggets? Whattttt nooooo… you must have read that wrong.

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She Can't See

I've finally gotten around to writing another Buddie x reader imagine, I couldn't decide who to write this idea for in the beginning and it's been on my to-do list for a while so I finally changed it to Buddie.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: A friendly visit to Hen and Karen's place with their kids ends in disaster when an accident injures their daughter and they have to take her to hospital.

Enjoy.

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Eddie leaned back until his hips were pressed into the counter behind him and his arms folded over his chest. He couldn't help but sneak a glance over his shoulder, looking out the unfamiliar window to catch a glimpse of the kids playing in the back garden.

They all looked like they were having fun.

He looked back ahead into the kitchen when he felt a tap on his arm and he noticed Hen was holding a cup out towards him, silently asking if he wanted a drink. When he nodded, she flicked the kettle on and began getting a few more cups out.

"No milk, right?"

"Yeah, gotta stay awake somehow." Eddie ran his hands up and down his face to try and wake himself up a little more. It didn't matter that it was the afternoon already, he still felt tired as if he had only just woken up five minutes ago.

"Wanna take them through?" Hen ticked her head towards the dining room and held two steaming cups of tea out towards Eddie. Their partners were in the other room.

(Y/n) and Karen were in the dining room, going over some paperwork. Hen and Karen were in the middle of trying to become foster parents, and (Y/n) was a legal aid. So it made sense that she could give them a hand with the forms and explain some of the legal jargon.

She was more than happy to help, and it meant that the kids could all have an afternoon play date together. For now, Eddie and Hen were just catching up, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet while (Y/n) and Karen went through the last of the paperwork together. And then there was Evan. Their other partner was out front, propped up on a ladder to try and fix the leaking guttering.

Evan was very handy, before he became a fireman he had a dozen odd jobs and for a while when he worked on a construction site, he had basically become a handy man. He knew how to fix plumbing, he was good with electrics and wiring and a leaky gutter was no match for him either.

Eddie took the cups from Hen and trailed into the dining room, moving so he was stood behind (Y/n)'s chair. He leaned over her and set the drinks down in front of each of them.

The hundreds of pages scattered across the large oak table couldn't concern him less and he let his eyes focus on his girlfriend instead. His arms looped loosely around her neck and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, grinning against her skin when she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

"Thanks, we're almost done here. We were thinking of the cinema after this?" (Y/n) pecked Eddie's lips and reached her hand up to cup the back of Eddie's neck. She dragged her fingertips up and down his neck, grazing along the short hairs and raking up into his longer locks at the top of his head.

It was still early into the afternoon and they had promised the kids they would go out somewhere and do something this afternoon, all of them together since they were all off today.

It had been a while since the kids had been round for a play date with Denny, and it had been far too long since Eddie, Evan and (Y/n) spent some time with Karen and Hen.

"Sounds good to me." Eddie dipped his finger beneath her chin, tilting her head back into him a little more so he could steal a deeper kiss from her lips. He sank his teeth down into her lip and squeezed her in his embrace before he finally pulled away.

He didn't want to be too distracting. He pecked her temple before he treated back into the kitchen where Hen was sat down at the table. The back door was open so they could still keep an eye on the kids and make sure they were all alright.

"Almost done, and I think we're off to the cinema."

Eddie slumped down into the chair opposite Hen, giving himself a clear view out the back door. He nursed his cup of black coffee between his hands and took a few sips, hoping it would perk him up a bit more. But his eyes focused on his youngest when he saw her trotting towards the kitchen.

"Papi…" Angel's eyes set on Eddie immediately and she stretched her arms out, rounding the table so she could reach up and take Eddie's arm. She confiscated his limb, holding it to her chest and simultaneously tugging to get his attention, almost pulling him off his chair.

"What's up, princess?"

He slouched back in his chair and spread his knees apart so Angel could worm in between them and clamber up onto his lap.

"They won't let me play, I wanna play." Her little eyes were already watering and she pointed towards the garden, as if Eddie had no idea where her brothers were.

Chris and the twins were playing with Denny, and Angel had been outside for the last five minutes with them, so Eddie assumed they were all playing together. Angel was the youngest out of them all, having only just turned four but that didn't mean she couldn't play their games.

A sigh tumbled past Eddie's lips and he leaned forward to peck her cheek before he nudged her back down to her feet. He took her hand and trudged towards the back door to see what all the boys were up to.

A fondness bubbled up in his eyes when he looked down and watched the way Angel cuddled into his leg and hid behind him. She knew Eddie was going to be stern with the boys and tell them to let her join in and she wanted to make sure they knew she wasn't in trouble. She clung to his hand and nudged into his leg a little more when Eddie stepped off the back step and looked at the four of them.

There was a large oak tree in the back garden and there was an old tyre attached to a branch with some rope. It was a good old tyre swing and Denny was sat with his legs looped through the tyre while Chris pushed him, and James and Jackson were doing loops around the tree.

Eddie had no idea what game they were playing, and he was glad they were all in the garden and not inside on a video game. But they couldn't exclude Angel. She wanted to play and it wasn't fair to make her play on her own just because she was littler than them.

"Boys!" His voice flooded the garden and had all three of his sons staring at him with wide eyes. "Let her play or get back inside, don't be cruel."

Both of them shared a look and a visible shiver crossed them at the stern look on their dad's face. They knew he was being serious. If they were going to push Angel out then they would have to come inside where he could keep an eye on them.

When they nodded, Eddie looked down at Angel and gave a small tug on her hand. "Go play. All of you be careful please."

"Thank you." She let go of his hand and trotted off, eager to see what game they were coming up with so she could join in.

Once Angel stood next to James and Eddie saw him explaining the rules of their new game, he turned and headed back inside. He would keep an eye and make sure they wouldn't exclude anyone, they had to play together and play fair.

"All good?" Hen murmured with a raised brow and her mug of steaming coffee held to her lips.

He nodded and let out a groan as he sank back into his seat at the table. He slouched down until his knees bumped the table and his spine clicked into place.

Eddie managed to drink half his coffee and joke around with Hen about one of their call outs at work before the sound of footsteps caught their attention. He tilted his head back to look behind him and a grin wormed onto his lips when (Y/n) and Karen walked through. He felt (Y/n) press a kiss to his temple and her hands squeezed his shoulders and when she walked round to try and sit next to him, Eddie reached out for her.

He pushed up so he was no longer slouched down and when his arms curved around (Y/n)'s waist, she arched a brow.

Her lips moulded together as she took the silent hint and sat down on his thigh. She leaned back into his chest and reached down to curve her hand around his.

"All sorted." (Y/n) leaned her head against Eddie's and shimmied in his arms to get comfy. (Y/n) was more than used to sitting on one of her boy's laps when they were back at home, especially if all the kids tried to pile together on the sofa with them to watch a movie. She could feel Eddie pecking her cheek, causing her nerves to tingle and her stomach to pool with adrenaline.

When she cast her eyes around the kitchen, she tilted her head back so her lips hovered over Eddie's ear. "Is Evan still outside?"

"I think so, I haven't heard a crash yet." Eddie tried to glance behind him towards the living room and he noted that the ladder was still visible in front of the window. And the bottom of Evan's boots were level with the top of the window. He was still hard at work out there.

A grin lit up Eddie's face when (Y/n) swatted her hand down on his wrist and tutted at him. Evan wouldn't be pleased if he heard that joke from his boyfriend. Evan might be clumsy from time to time, but he wasn't that bad.

"Let's have a look what's on at the cinema."

Karen got her phone from her pocket and slid her elbows onto the table as she started to look and see what they could all go and watch. It would have to be something that wasn't too boring for them, but something the kids would enjoy. Especially since Angel was only four which put a limit on what movies would suit all of them.

Tilting his head down a little, Eddie tucked his face into (Y/n)'s neck while his arms tightened around her sides and pinned her back against his chest. He pressed a few wet kisses against her neck, grinning into her skin when he felt her neck subtly tilt to the left to let him carry on his administrations.

And he could feel (Y/n)'s fingers aimlessly tapping and creating swirling motions against the back of his hand.

(Y/n) tried to focus on what Karen was saying as she went through the lists of films playing this afternoon, but she couldn't focus on anything but Eddie's teeth that were starting to graze against her skin.

Her foot began to tap against the floor, knocking her leg up and down against Eddie's thigh and she tilted her head back a little further on his shoulder so she could see out the back door. The kids were all being rather loud, which meant they were clearly having fun together.

Her lips curved into a grin as she watched James switch places with Denny so James was sat in the tyre swing. It was a little too big and engulfed his slender frame, but he seemed very happy kicking his legs while Denny focused on pulling the tyre back to sway him back and forth.

Chris and Jackson both had spades in their hands from the sand pit that Denny barely used anymore and (Y/n) wondered if they were pretending the spades were swords with the way they were slicing them through the air.

Both kids were trotting around near the tree while Denny began to move the tyre in a large circular motion, swinging round and round causing James to squeal happily.

It took her a moment to locate Angel. The youngest had been near the back fence but now she was trotting towards the boys with her hands cupped together. (Y/n) figured she was going to show Chris something she found, whether it be an insect, a butterfly or a rock, (Y/n) wasn't sure.

Angel took after Evan in the respect that she loved fascinating facts and learning new things. It was something she bonded with Chris over, they were both attached to Evan whenever they went out on a trip to a museum or an aquarium and they begged him to show them new facts and read their kids scientific books with them.

(Y/n) began to tap Eddie's hand in time with the tune playing very quietly on the tv in the living room that barely managed to reach them in the kitchen. She started to hum along with the music and a quiet noise left her lips when Eddie dug his chin into her shoulder, knowing it would tickle her.

He perched his chin on her shoulder and leaned into her back, worming his arm around her so he could reach out for his drink.

For a moment or two, (Y/n) could feel her mind drifting off into another place entirely while Hen and Karen argued about films. And Eddie chirped in every now and then with a definite no to movies he wouldn't manage to sit through.

But when she looked out into the garden once again, her body went rigid. All the air swelled up in her lungs that felt like they were going to pop. Her muscles tightened like they were starting to shrink and become taut and her shoulders rose up near her neck.

Her eyes watched, glued to the scene, unable to look anywhere else as Angel trotted towards the tree just as Denny gave the tyre another push.

It swung around in a large circle, gaining force and speed and in the blink of an eye, the tyre swung full pelt into Angel. She was about as tall as the tyre itself and it slammed into her upper chest and her face, knocking her back so forcefully that her feet left the floor and she fell back a good few feet.

She landed harshly on her back, cemented into the grass with a deafening scream that mingled with the similar sound (Y/n) let out when she watched the horror scene.

A pitiful cry left James's lips when he felt the collision and the tyre shuddered, shaking him from left to right after it barged into his sister. He clung to the rubber, snapping his eyes closed, body shaking as Denny grabbed it to pull the tyre to a stop.

"Jesus! Babe-" Eddie slammed his cup down on the table when (Y/n)'s elbow bashed into his chest and knocked his arm, forcing the rim of the cup into his teeth before he set it down.

He shook his hand out at his side, shaking off the droplets of coffee as a horrid throbbing pain tore through his upper lip.

His wild eyes looked up at his partner but she was already scrambling off his lap, something akin to a cry leaving her lips as she yanked on his hand. She almost snapped his wrist with her force and Eddie had no choice but to get up out of his seat, wondering what on Earth was going on.

All four of them heard a symphony of screams from each of their children and both Hen and Karen shot up to try and look out the window.

Eddie's wrist was still clenched in (Y/n)'s grip and he let her drag him out into the garden as goosebumps rose on his flesh at the sound of the kids petrified screams. His eyes roamed the garden, desperately trying to see what had happened but he couldn't make sense of it.

James was shaking as he climbed down from the tyre and coiled his arms to his chest, tears already drenching his face. Jackson backed up until he was stood side by side with his twin and he gripped James's arm to keep them both deadlocked together. Denny was stood beside them, a repetition of 'momma' leaving his lips, wailing for his mums while he pointed in the other direction.

And Chris was stood to one side, tears in his eyes, his face turning red and his jaw hanging open while he stared at his sister.

Once Eddie's eyes locked on his youngest, he could feel his lungs seizing up and his hands unknowingly clenched into fists. Angel was on the floor. She was sprawled out on her back as if she were sunbathing, but every part of her small frame was trembling.

One arm was slumped over her chest and the other was limp against the grass. Her eyes were screwed shut but her lips were parted wide as horrid howls left her chapped lips and made her throat dry.

"What happened?" Eddie's feet picked up speed and his boots scuffed through the grass to reach his little girl. When no one answered him, his raging eyes darted between all four boys. "What happened to her?! Somebody speak. Now."

The booming authority in Eddie's voice had all the boys shaking and James couldn't help but wail louder. They watched through bubbling tears as Eddie crashed down to his knees at Angel's side while (Y/n) scrambled to kneel down beside him.

"Evan!" (Y/n) scratched her hand over her chest as if she were clawing to try and reach her heart and she looked over her shoulder with a maddening expression dancing across her face. She distantly heard the front door slam and the sound of her other partner's footsteps crashing against the floor as he pelted through the house.

Evan heard the screams.

He was just about finished setting the gutter back in place when a round of raised voices and screams caught his attention. He heard his sons shrieking. He heard (Y/n) scream and the panic in Eddie's voice. But what got Evan's heart the most was the sound of Angel's petrified howl.

His chest rose and fell so deeply that Evan felt like his ribs were cracking and splintering with each breath. He pelted through the house and stumbled out the open back door, his eyes set on his family and the scene around the garden. He tripped over his feet, arms flailing at his sides until he was stood behind (Y/n), gasping for breath with his hands clamped down on her shoulders so he could look over her and see what was going on.

"It w-wasn't my fault! I- papi I didn't-" Horrible snagging breaths and hiccups broke apart James's voice while her hugged himself tighter and stared down at his parents. He sniffled and tried to take deep breaths but all he could do was cry while he felt his twin cuddling close, on the brink of tears too.

He didn't mean to.

He couldn't stop the tyre or move it or get off before it barrelled into Angel; the collision was inevitable. She ran towards the tree at just the wrong time and Denny pushed the tyre at the exact moment where Angel got close. And Chris and Jackson hadn't been close enough to stop the tyre or grab Angel and pull her out the way. It wasn't anyone's fault.

"The tyre, it- it swung and hit her." Denny wrapped his hands around Karen's arm when she hurried over to coil him into her chest.

Eddie nodded and glanced over at the boys, trying to simmer down his expression so they knew he wasn't blaming them or angry with them, he was worried.

His eyes darted back down to Angel and he had to steady his hands so they didn't tremble when he reached out for her. His hands very delicately cupped either side of her neck and kept her head straight and he carefully glided his thumbs across her cheekbones.

A sharp, piercing cry left Angel's lips and she managed to gain back some control and fling her right arm out. (Y/n) reached down and held her hand when it moved again and she tried to stop her from moving about too much.

"Okay, okay princess I'm just gonna take a look, stay still for me."

Eddie didn't like what he saw. The right side of Angel's head was starting to swell around her temple and brow. He could feel the heat rising to her skin and see the blood rushing beneath the surface. Shifting his hands round, he tried to feel round her eyes but he jerked back when Angel shrieked. That wasn't a good sign.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" Eddie tried to ignore (Y/n)'s petrified gaze burning holes into him and he felt one of Evan's hands move to grip his shoulder, clearly wanting to help but not quite sure what to do. It was hard to compart-mentalise and try to help Angel when all Eddie wanted to do was panic and let the paternal side of him take over the medic part.

Angel did her best, but all she could manage was to squint so little that her eyes were barely open at all.

She writhed from side to side, a mix of screams and horrible roaring cries leaving her lips that were starting to swell from exersion. Her heels scraped into the grass, leaving indents in the mud like she had been dragged kicking and screaming. And her body continued to writhe from side to side even when Eddie tried to shush her and stop her from moving too much.

When she writhed again and let out a belting scream, Evan moved around until he was knelt behind her head. He reached down and started to glide his hands up and down Angel's shoulders to try and coax her to stay still and calm down just a little.

"Daddy?" Her broken, hoarse voice made Evan wince and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes already.

"I'm here baby, just try and stay still, hm? Let papa take a look at you baby." Evan felt a great urge to lean down and kiss Angel's temple or her cheek, but he didn't dare. They didn't know what kind of injuries she had and he was too afraid of hurting her by accident to risk giving her a kiss. He settled for squeezing her arms and gliding his hands up and down to keep her still.

With a deep breath, Eddie hovered both hands over Angel's left eye and gently peeled her eyelid back so he could see her pupil. Her eyelids twitched beneath his touch and she wriggled, but Eddie could see her pupil constricting and her eye was moving from side to side. It looked okay.

He moved to do the same with her right eye and he carefully moved her eyelid, but he sucked in a deep breath, unable to hide the grimace from his lips.

"What, what is it?" (Y/n) leaned over to try and see what had caused her partner to bristle so much and Evan leaned over to get a peek too. But the sight had them both trembling in fear.

Angel's pupil was blown wide, almost taking over the expanse of her entire eye and her eye was aimed towards the side like she was trying to look at the inside of her skull. When Eddie hovered his finger over her eye and tried to get her to follow his movement, his teeth sank down into his lip.

She wasn't following the movement or acknowledging him at all.

She couldn't see.

Eddie retracted his hands from Angel and shuffled back so he was beside Hen instead who had been hovering close in case she was needed for a second medical opinion.

"Call an ambulance. She's got cranial pressure and it's pushing on her eye… she could have a bleed." The gritty, low tone in Eddie's voice made Hen shiver but she nodded and took a few steps away so she could make the call without the kids listening in.

He ran his hand along his face and down his chin, trying to compose himself but he couldn't quite manage it. There was pressure in Angel's head and she was starting to have swelling. That meant she could get too much pressure on her brain or have a cranial bleed and the implications and effects of that were limitless and frightening. They had to get her to hospital and get it under control and get the pressure off her eye.

Twisting around on his heels, Eddie turned to look over at Karen who was doing her best to console all four boys whilst hiding the worry from her face.

"Can you take the boys inside while we wait for an ambulance?"

Just the knowledge that this situation was bad enough to need an ambulance had all of them trembling. But Karen put on a brave face and managed the most tepid smile she could while she huddled the boys close around her.

"Sure, come on, let's go put the tv on, leave your mum and dads to help Angel." She ushered them away from Angel, not wanting them to crowd her or catch a glimpse and become frightened for her. But she couldn't stop James from veering over towards Eddie.

His hands instantly curled around Eddie's hand and pulled it against his chest while he looked up at his dad with matching brown eyes that looked like they were about to melt into puddles.

"Am- am I in trouble? I didn't- I-"

"Hey, hey it's alright, no one's getting into trouble, I promise." Leaning down, Eddie cupped the back of James's head and brought him close so he could kiss his temple. Eddie couldn't have the boys thinking they had done something wrong. If the swing had just hit Angel and they didn't push it intentionally towards her then they wouldn't be told off for it.

This was just an accident that none of them could help.

When Karen tried to tug on Jackson's hand, the other twin trudged towards the scene so he could go over to Evan who was still crouched behind Angel. The look in his eyes was worrying and Evan reached out to pull Jackson into his chest, making sure neither of them touched or leant on Angel in any way.

Jackson was the quietest out of their four kids. He interacted with his siblings but he wasn't one for making noise or chattering incessantly like Angel and he didn't babble to himself like James or strike up conversations with anyone like Chris.

"Daddy?"

"It's okay, you go inside buddy." Evan kissed Jackson's cheek and nudged him back towards Karen.

Standing around to watch wasn't going to do any of the boys any good. They needed to go out the way and calm down. He watched Karen guide the boys inside, occasionally looking back to the scene as if it would somehow change or as if she thought something else was going to happen.

Eddie dragged his hand up and down his chin and neck, scratching into the skin to try and calm himself down before he spun round. Hen had taken his place opposite (Y/n), her phone pinned between her ear and shoulder while she tried to answer the dispatch questions she was being asked.

The adrenaline shooting through Eddie's system was like a tidal wave and it had his limbs shaking at his sides. He wasn't used to the kids being in accidents, at least none that were damaging enough to need paramedics. It was usually the kids falling and scraping their knees or falling off climbing frames at the park. Never something like this.

But having it being Angel who was hurt made all three parents feel a sense of de-ja-vu.

Angel had been a premature baby, hence the name they gave her when they weren't sure if she was going to make it or not. Added with the fact that both men had always wanted a little girl to spoil and when she was finally born, she had been so tiny and frail and the odds had been against her. The first two months of her life had been spent in the hospital and after that, all three parents were constantly worrying about her. She was often sick, she had a weakened immune system, she had been using an inhaler since she was three and any chest infection she had led them to a doctor's office to get her checked over.

She had suffered enough already and she was still suffering with her weakened immune system and her chest. She didn't need any other injuries or problems to deal with. This wasn't fair.

When Eddie tapped her shoulder, Hen shuffled out the way so he could take his place opposite (Y/n) again.

Each cry Angel let out had both her dads shivering and coiling in on themselves. But when she flapped her hands around and tried to sit herself up, Evan quickly moved his hands up to her shoulders. He carefully nudged her down so she was laid on her back again which caused her to screech.

"No! Daddy- papi-"

"Baby, hey princess you need to stay still, we don't want you moving your head yet. It's okay, we're here with you, just try and stay still."

While (Y/n) clasped both Angel's hands together and began smoothing her thumbs over the back of her hands and Evan held her shoulders, Eddie shuffled closer. He moved his hands to cup Angel's neck and he held her head straight, making sure she didn't lift her head from the ground.

They couldn't have her moving too much, they had no idea whether she had a bleed and the swelling wouldn't be doing her head any good. Moving could dislodge or rupture something.

"Okay baby, okay." Eddie hushed and glided his thumbs across Angel's jaw when she began wailing.

He hated the way she kicked her heels against the grass and writhed from side to side, moving every inch of her body except for her neck and head. He continued to hush her while (Y/n) kissed the back of her hands.

Tears streaked down (Y/n)'s face as she leaned to the left and burrowed her face into Evan's shoulder. She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all, their daughter was in agony and all they could do was pin her down like they were trying to restrain her from something.

"They're here." Hen patted her hand on Evan's shoulder before she got to her feet and hurried to open the side gate. It would be easier to usher them straight into the garden rather than traipsing through the house. It would also mean the boys wouldn't have to see anything.

"It's okay honey, the paramedics are gonna take a look at you now." (Y/n) kissed the back of Angel's hand again and began gliding her hand up and down her daughter's arm to try and keep her calm. But it was hard when (Y/n) could barely contain her own panic, the mask of calmness she was trying to put on wasn't fooling anyone, not even her daughter.

Another wheezing scream left Angel's lips as she screwed both eyes shut and pulled her arms out of her mother's grasp. She didn't want to be pinned down, she wanted to sit up and be cradled by one of them properly. She wanted to be sat on their lap, snuggled into their arms and get kisses and be swayed from side to side.

Lying on the damp grass, being pinned down like she was a bad child made her heart seize up and made her want to keep screaming. Despite how her screams were rattling her head that felt like it was the size of a watermelon.

Evan crouched down a little more until his lips were hovering over Angel's ear and he tried brushing his thumbs over her shoulders.

"Shh, shh baby it's okay. Calm down baby, please, we're not going anywhere we're all gonna look after you."

He plucked up the will to kiss her left cheek, hoping the touch wouldn't cause her any discomfort and would in fact calm her down. But he turned to look over his shoulder when he watched Hen guide two paramedics through the back garden with a stretcher wheeled between them. She had clearly informed them what happened and that she and Eddie were medics.

They could take her and Eddie's comments at face value about cranial pressure and a possible bleed around her eye or in her skull. They didn't have to roll their eyes and think that they were two hypochondriacs who thought they knew everything; they were trained professionals.

"Okay, and who do we have here?" The paramedic's voice was calming and she had a soothing smile that made (Y/n) wonder if that was how both her men came across when they were out on calls.

She knew Evan's smile was to die for and Eddie's voice was soothing when he tried to take control and tell people that everything was going to be okay.

"Her name's Angel… her pupil's blown wide and she can't seem to move her eye. I don't think she can see."

The medic nodded and shuffled in between Eddie and Evan so she could try and look at Angel, but the little girl was having none of it. She screamed when an unfamiliar hand tried to press against her temple and pull her eyelid to flash a light over her eye.

Her temple was still swelling up and her right eye was facing the corner like she was trying to roll her eye to see the inside of her head. Her pupil could just about be seen but it was expanded very badly which wasn't a good sign. Eddie doubted the little girl could see out of that eye and he doubted if she knew that. She could see out of her left eye, but both eyes were continuously screwing shut because of the pain. She wasn't trying to focus on seeing anything, she was relying on her sense of touch and her hearing to work out the situation around her.

"There's a lot of cranial pressure. Sweetie, can I check your blood pressure?"

"No!" Her weak hands curled into fists and she flung them in front of her defensively until she hit the woman away from her.

"Angel…" The warning tone in Evan's voice wasn't as stern as usual, he couldn't bear to be stern with his baby girl when she was in agony and frightened like this.

(Y/n) looked between both her partners before she leaned down towards Angel. "What about papi? Can he check your blood pressure, hm?"

Angel huffed and began to whimper and her chest pushed up off the ground as she started to mewl and cry. But she didn't try and fight them when she felt Eddie leaning over her and he gently held her right arm so he could slide the cuff up her arm towards her shoulder.

She would let her parents help her, but not strangers. She wanted to go home. She wanted her parents to make the pain go away and make everything better; they always made everything better.

"It's 142/93 and rising, it's going through the roof." The way Eddie shook his head as he spoke told (Y/n) that this grim situation was only getting worse. If her blood pressure continued to rise Angel was really going to be at risk of further complications. They needed to get her to hospital on medication and sent for a scan so they knew what they were dealing with.

"Alright, if one of you could get a neck brace on her, we can get her transported."

The medic held out a small neck brace which Evan reached over to take. If any of them could get this on her, it would be him.

Eddie was the parent who always checked the kids over when they were ill, he was the one who said whether they needed to go to the doctor and who gave them medicine and he could be stern when he needed to be. Evan was the one the kids ran to if they thought they were in trouble and if they wanted comfort they shot straight to (Y/n).

Evan would be able to coax Angel to calm down and get the neck brace on. He crouched down over her and pecked her cheek, then her nose and he tilted her head back towards him as carefully as he could.

"This will help your head baby, it isn't tight and it's not gonna hurt you. Okay? Here we go."

Evan clipped the blue, white and yellow plastic around Angel's neck and slotted her chin carefully into the groove in the centre so it was properly in place. At least this would stop her from trying to lift her head or tilt her chin down. It would keep her neck tense and secure and therefore helped her head.

If she had any pressure or a bleed, her head needed to remain still so nothing ruptured.

The four year old gurgled and whimpered, flinging her arms at (Y/n) who stopped her from trying to remove the brace when Evan got it clipped into place.

Both medics took a step back when Eddie muttered "Let us," and motioned to Angel. She was only going to fight and struggle if they tried to get her on the gurney and move her whereas if her parents did it, she wouldn't fight as much. And he and Evan were trained for moving people, they knew what to do and how to move Angel without hurting her.

"Here we go princess," Eddie cooed as he and Evan carefully lifted her up and laid her on the gurney that was moved beside them.

Eddie took both her hands in his and leaned down to kiss the back of her hand while (Y/n) stood as close as she could and tried to brush Angel's hair away from her eyes to keep her calm. Once she was on the gurney, Evan twisted around and moved over to Hen.

It was clear what he was going to ask her without him needing to say a single word. Out of them all, Evan was the closest one to Hen, they were like siblings.

She knew he was going to ask about the boys. She could see it in Evan's eyes that he was willing to take the boys home with him. His heart wanted to go with Angel, but he couldn't drag his three boys down there to the hospital and panic them into waiting around for news on their sister. It wouldn't be fair. And Evan was willing to break his heart and take the boys home and wait in agony for any news on his daughter.

"Go. The boys can stay with us." Hen's words made Evan bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from bursting into tears.

"Are you sure?"

"Go." Her hand patted down on his shoulder and she let him reel her into a tight hug before he moved towards his partners.

Hen wouldn't have Evan panicking himself like that. All the boys were shook up, they needed some comfort and they were more than welcome to stay here with Denny and try to occupy themselves until they all had news about Angel's condition.

The bubbling cries leaving Angel's lips made all three parents quiver and wince and when she started to fidget and writhe from side to side, they all tried to move. Once she was in the back of the ambulance, Eddie reached down and took her hands. He pinned them together over her chest and held tight enough that she couldn't move or break out of his hold. And Evan held onto her tiny waist, keeping her still against the gurney so she didn't start fighting and do any damage to her head or eye.

"No papi!" Her shrill voice cut through Eddie's ears and he grimaced, holding her tighter when she tried to hit him despite her hands being deadlocked in his grip. "Home- mummy… oow."

Her screams made everyone shiver and grunt and when she started to bash her tiny heels down onto the gurney, the shock vibrated through to her head and made her shriek and sob all at once.

She wanted to go home. She wanted her parents to make her better. She wanted to be back in her dad's car, not whatever this was. She didn't like it.

"Angel, stop it."

"Come on, you've been such a good girl, just a little bit longer for me. You're gonna get some medicine soon."

Her wails overrided every other voice and noise around her until her shrieks and bubbling cries were the only thing anyone could hear or comprehend. Eddie moved her hands into one fist so he wasn't gripping her too tightly and he scratched his jaw as he looked across at Evan. Both of them were thinking the same thing and Evan hung his head to take a deep, calming breath before he looked at the paramedic.

"You need to sedate her or she's going to rupture something." If they didn't sedate her, she was going to keep panicking and screaming and acting out.

She was in agony, she was frightened and she didn't understand what was happening. Nothing they said was going to make the slightest bit of difference and they couldn't have her hurting herself any worse or causing any further problems.

She needed to be given pain relief and sedation so they could get her transported safely. Angel would only need sedation once they arrived at the hospital anyway because she wouldn't settle for an MRI or a CT scan. That would petrify her. Sedating her now was their safest option.

When the lady nodded and set about filling a needle with the right medication, Evan started to card his fingers through her hair while (Y/n) took his place keeping Angel's waist pushed down into the gurney.

"Here we go, princess. You're gonna go to sleep now and feel so much better. It's all okay now, it's okay."

Her shrieks paused and morphed into a whine when she felt a needle slipping into her arm. The shock stopped her from screaming and the pain wasn't as bad as the thundering headache and the ache behind her eye so Angel had no need to kick up even more of a fuss.

She began mewling like a kitten and her little lips started to part and her mouth hung open when the sedative quickly kicked into her system. She stopped writhing around and when Eddie laid her hands on her tummy, she didn't have the energy or the will power to move them and reach out for him again.

"Shh, there we go princess."

She focused on the feeling of Evan's fingers carding through her hair, (Y/n)'s hands on her waist and Eddie's hand resting softly on top of hers as she fell into a deep sleep.

Now they could look after her.

***

A deep breath rumbled past (Y/n)'s lips while she nuzzled her face closer into the crook of Evan's neck. She could feel Eddie's fingers tapping out a rhythm against her thigh and every now and then he would squeeze her thigh as if to let her know that he was still paying attention.

She could feel Eddie's leg jittering up and down beside hers and every few seconds his knee would bump into hers or jostle her leg. He couldn't sit still, neither of the boys could.

If it wasn't Eddie's leg vibrating up and down, it was Evan's hands twitching on his lap or entwining with (Y/n)'s to try and keep himself occupied. Evan had gone from staring at the ceiling to counting the tiles on the floor to then watching and scrutinising every person who passed them by.

Each time a doctor or a nurse came in their direction, Evan would tense up and get ready to bolt up from his chair. But none of them stopped; they had no news of Angel yet.

The longer they waited, the more panicked they all became. When they were told to wait here while Angel went for some scans and an assessment, Eddie had downed a cup of coffee and Evan had paced the floor until (Y/n) gently asked him to sit down. He had been making her dizzy.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned a little more into Evan to see if it would stop him from vibrating and shaking like he was going into shock.

Eddie kept his fingers dancing across (Y/n)'s thigh and his head tilted to the left as he looked around. No one else was in this waiting room. They were sat in the waiting area for the MRI unit. Right next door was the CT scans and down the hall were X-rays, somewhere Angel hopefully didn't need to go.

Moving his free arm, Eddie pressed it down into his chest and moved his hand to his lips so he could bite down on his thumb.

He didn't like waiting. One of the reasons he liked being a medic in both the army and with the fire department was because he could move around. He could help people, he didn't have to sit and watch and feel helpless and useless. Eddie valued himself on his worth to others and right now, sitting here doing nothing, he was of no use to his daughter. That didn't sit well with him.

Just as his teeth sank down into his thumb and started to tear the first few layers of skin, he caught movement out the corner of his eye.

When he turned his head and noticed the doctor they had spoken to when they arrived, a wave of hope flooded through Eddie's chest. He felt his heart pick up speed and when the doctor was clearly aiming their way and not about to walk past them, Eddie clenched his hand around (Y/n)'s thigh causing her to jump beside him.

Both (Y/n) and Evan glanced to the left and (Y/n) sucked in a deep breath when Evan bolted upright beside her. He shot to his feet and since (Y/n)'s hand was tangled in his, he jolted her forward so she had no choice but to stand up with him.

Eddie pushed up to his feet as well and all three of them turned to face the doctor as he aimed their way with a smile that was calming and reassuring.

He twisted his head a little to look behind him when he felt (Y/n)'s hands curling around his arm. He felt her press her lips into the back of his arm and her body glue up against him while Evan stood right behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Is she okay?" There was a sense of urgency in Evan's voice that matched how both his partners were feeling.

They had waited in agony while Angel went for tests and the only consolation they had was that they hadn't had to watch her scream or cry out at being separated from them since she was sedated. If she had been awake she would have put up a fight.

Whenever they brought her to the doctor or down to hospital, Angel made sure at least one parent stayed with her. She wouldn't stay anywhere like this on her own, not for a second.

"I'm afraid the scan showed Angelica has a detached retina."

The doctor clasped his hands in front of him and stood up straight when he realised none of them were going to sit back down again. They were too anxious to be sat down jittering, they needed to stand and move around.

"What?" The notion of what the doctor had just said was making (Y/n)'s stomach churn. She hadn't heard of that before and it made it sound like her eye had popped out of its socket. At least (Y/n) knew that wasn't going to happen, that was just her panicked imagination running away without her.

"The force of the accident loosened the retina, its come away from the back of the eye. We're going to have to operate to join it again to prevent any permanent damage."

(Y/n) couldn't stop herself from gagging as she pressed her face into Eddie's arm as tears started to trickle down her face. She felt Evan gripping her shoulders tightly and he pressed his lips to the back of her head. The way he growled into her hair had shivers coursing up and down (Y/n)'s skin and made her quake.

And she could feel Eddie's back and arms tensing up like he was transforming into the Hulk. His breathing deepened and his upper lip curled into a snarl as those words settled in his mind.

Tears welled up in Evan's reddened eyes, but the rest of his features were soon turning the same dark crimson colour as his nose crinkled and he did his best to stop his hands from puncturing down into (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"She's four." He spat the words through gritted teeth as he fidgeted from foot to foot.

Angel was still a toddler. She was still the baby of the family in her parent's eyes. She was still that miniscule baby they had cradled and nursed for two months in the premature care unit. She was the little baby they were always taking to doctors appointments and the little girl they sat up all through the night with when she had chest infections and needed antibiotics.

She had never had an operation before. Despite all the times she had been to hospital for appointments and all the antibiotics she'd had and the inhalers she used. Angel had never needed an operation before. None of the kids had ever needed an operation for anything.

How were they going to explain this to her? How was she going to cope with this? How risky was this operation going to be for her and her age?

"Which is why we would put her under anaesthetic, this type of surgery is usually done while the person is awake. But with her age and today's trauma, I don't think that would be wise."

There was no way Angel would cope with such an operation if she had to be awake. Seeing needles and probes aiming straight for her eye would traumatise her for life and she would thrash and try to act out and get away. It would be too scary for a child to endure. Anaesthetic wasn't always necessary and for this kind of operation they preferred the patient to be awake, but that wasn't going to be an option with Angel.

How cruel was it going to be of her parents if she stayed sedated now and went straight for the operation? How horrid would they feel when Angel woke up and was told she had been in surgery while she had gone to sleep? She would feel like they had betrayed her.

But if she woke up and had to be sedated a second time, it was going to cause her mass panic and chaos. She would fight them on sedation if she knew why she needed it and what was going to happen.

"A-and she'll be okay, after you do this operation?" Evan carded one hand through his hair and started to tug on his long curls. "She's a preemie, s- she's already got asthma and respiratory problems."

It was clear that surgery was their only option, but Evan wanted to make sure that this was going to be the worst of it. That after the operation, Angel would be able to recover quickly and she wouldn't need any further surgery or medication or assessments and jabs to correct this detached retina.

But when Eddie turned to the side and moved both his hands to his hips, (Y/n) unlatched her hands from his arm. She knew that look on his face. She knew the way he was aiming his head down towards the floor was so he wouldn't have to face her and Evan or argue with them about something.

Her hands began to tremble as she looked from Eddie to Evan who moved his left hand to clamp down on (Y/n)'s hip while his other hand scratched at the back of his neck. He frowned as he stared over at Eddie who suddenly looked guilty for something.

"What? What's that look for?" Evan's voice was low and almost dangerous while (Y/n) reached forward and tried to hold onto Eddie's arm again to get him to talk. He knew something. He had guessed something worrying about this operation, they could see it in his eyes.

Glancing to his left, Eddie looked over at the doctor who seemed to realise that Eddie knew the after effects of this operation. He had heard about this and witnessed people going through this procedure. He knew what it meant.

"This operation is very simple and if we act fast, she should regain her sight within a few weeks… but it's the recovery that will be hard."

The doctor's words did nothing to calm them down. That didn't sound good. What kind of recovery would Angel need? What could be worse than having to have an operation where needles and gas would probe into her eye?

"Why?"

"A detached retina is serious at any age and it can lead to future complications, she will be more prone to this happening again from smaller traumas. To recover, I'm afraid your daughter will have to be on bed rest as much as possible."

"Bed rest, for a toddler? How are we supposed to do that? It's only her eye." (Y/n) began to fidget from foot to foot as her hands tangled together in front of her.

Did this doctor have children? Did he understand the concept that a child couldn't simply be told to sit or lie still all day and be expected to comply. If they told Angel she had to stay in bed all day every day for a week or more, at first she would laugh. She would think it was fun until she realised she wasn't allowed to get out of bed. She wouldn't be allowed to go out in the garden or go do drawing in the dining room or go out with her brothers to the park or to the cinema.

They would have to tie her down to the bed if they wanted her to comply with this. Children were wild, they were fuelled with energy and their attention spans needed to be occupied and contained.

"The eye needs time to heal and reattach fully. To help the retina heal we will have to inject gas into her eye, we don't want this gas moving about while her eye heals. I understand it will be increadibly hard, but to sae her sight we will need to try and keep her on bed rest."

The thought of gas being injected directly into Angel's eye made Evan want to gag. He clamped his teeth down on his tongue to stop himself from saying something or from coughing and he tried to take a deep breath but it was too hard. How would they do this? Angel barely laid still on the ambulance journey down here and that had been less than an hour.

A few days was going to become a nightmare and stretch on into a year for her and her parents.

"How long for?" Eddie dreaded to ask. He had a gut feeling that the answer would be a lot worse than any of them expected.

"Typically we instruct patients to lay in bed for the first week and sleep on their back, not to lie or move onto their side. She should only get up for the bathroom and to eat. Then the next week she could sit up and turn on her side, but she would need bed rest for up to three weeks, and an eye patch. After two weeks we can check that her sight is coming back and remove the gas from her eye."

"Jesus Christ. How- how do you expect us to do that when she's only four?"

Evan couldn't hide the terror from his voice as he looked away from the doctor and his partners so he didn't say or do something he shouldn't.

Telling Angel to lie still was like asking someone to heal a broken bone instantly. She couldn't do it. Telling her to sleep on her back, to not wriggle around or lay on her side or curl up with one of her parents was too much to ask of her. Angel wouldn't understand why and it would be too hard for her.

She would risk losing her sight because she couldn't comprehend and she wouldn't be able to stay still or lie on her back and practically not move for a week. And then to have another two weeks of limited movement and being confined to her bed was going to be Hell for all of them.

How were they supposed to do this? Did they tie Angel to the bed and hope for the best? Did they have to be stern and possibly threaten her to get her to comply?

Somehow, Eddie didn't think telling Angel the truth would help. He had a gut feeling that if they told Angel she had to do this or she would lose her sight, she would take that risk. She would move and she wouldn't care about losing her sight in one eye because of how bad these restraints were going to be on her.

Angel was a little child, and children didn't typically sit still. She was not going to lie in bed all day every day. She wouldn't refrain from fidgeting, she wouldn't sleep on her back and not move or lay on her side.

They would have to have Angel either in their bedroom or in their bed with them to try and stop her moving or even pin her to the bed to stop her from hurting herself and damaging her eye any further.

"That's going to be impossible." (Y/n) sobbed quietly and leaned back into Evan when she felt like her head was going to explode.

How could this be happening from a little accident?

If only Angel had been standing somewhere else in the garden. If only it hit her in the back rather than straight in her head like it did. If only the kids had been inside rather than playing with that tyre swing. It had been a game between children and none of them had done anything wrong.

There was nothing and no one for them to blame which made this situation ten times worse.

When the doctor murmured that he would go and get them the paperwork so the operation could go ahead, Eddie nodded. He watched him go before he turned on his heels to face both his partners and his eyes locked with Evan's.

"We're gonna have to talk to Bobby, I think we're gonna have to take medical leave."

When Maddie had called the station four years ago and told them that (Y/n)was in premature labour, no one hesitated. Chimney, Hen and Ravi had covered Eddie and Evan's shifts and Bobby told them immediately to go to the hospital. They had been given their two weeks parental leave and Bobby had sat down with them to work out a new rota and give them annual leave each week.

One parent stayed at the hospital with Angel, one stayed home to care for the boys and then either Evan or Eddie went to work. They rotated each week and switched around so they could all see each other and the kids and care for Angel. It had been so hard for the first few months, but it had to be done.

They were going to have to do that again. The boys were going to have to talk to Bobby and get some medical leave and use some of their annual leave- which thankfully was stacked up due to all the overtime they had worked recently. They needed to take leave so someone could be with Angel at all times, someone could either rest or sort the house and work and someone else could be with the boys.

They would have to rotate shifts between the three of them again like they had done when Angel had been a baby. This was going to be hard on all of them, especially all the kids. It was a good job that there were three of them in this relationship.

It was going to be a rough month ahead.

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