#she has the power the canaries have and she can carry it out with an immediacy that they cannot!

[psychemochanight]

Home.

When nothing threatens the earth, sometimes, heroes have time to rest.

Among the most powerful beings that exist, not only on Earth, but in the universe, one would think that such a warm, homey environment is impossible... But there they are, still in suit, but without heavy armor or weapons in their hands.

Among them, closely following any hero who does something interesting, is a little Robin, running through the corridors.

Today is a quiet, silent day... of readjustment.

Dick isn't talking, but he doesn't seem to need to when everyone understands what's on his mind even before he makes any signs to express it.

Superman carries him in his arms when he lifts him up to reach the tin of cookies that was supposedly hidden. The two laugh silently, stealing a cookie each, even though they both know they will be discovered.

Clark calls him sunshine, and Dick, barely showing his embarrassment, just smiles at him.

Barry carries him on his back as he runs all over the base. Dick doesn't make a sound out loud, but his amusement shows in his eyes, in his smile.

For Flash, Robin is a spark, and the boy takes the nickname easily.

Dinah smiles at the boy as he follows her everywhere, teaching him little tricks, light training to break up the quiet of the day, but knowing him well enough to know that he wouldn't want to sit still all day. Even as she makes her voice her strength, she lets Dick's silence complement her easily.

For Black Canary, Robin is her little bird.

Hal has fun making buildings for Robin to play in like a playground, the child does not seem tired even after doing hundreds of jumps and pirouettes. He didn't speak to him, but it wasn't necessary, he made himself perfectly understandable.

He can't help it, he laughs when the boy's cape gets tangled up in his jumps, it doesn't hinder him in any way, but now he looks like a cartoon representation of a shooting star. He thinks it suits him.

Diana, always happy to share time with her friends, and that at some point began to include Batman's little son, who looks at her with shining eyes, even in the tranquility of that day. An energy that never runs out, a flame that never goes out.

The little warrior that Diana has adopted as part of her people.

Batman doesn't show his emotions openly to anyone, but with some people, it's not necessary. One of those people is his little boy, who at some point decided he needed to stop running around and went straight to his lap while he worked.

Bruce doesn't need to say anything, just as Dick doesn't say anything. Still, he murmurs softly just so the child can hear:

"You're okay, chum?"

Dick nods, a little amused because he hasn't actually heard his name all day, but instead has heard the various nicknames all the heroes call him.

It is not until he is about to leave, because Batman has finished his work and they can return, listening again to the different names that everyone has given him, that he decides to give them the name that he uses himself for all of them.

With one hand still gripping Batman's cape, he uses his free hand to sign clearly.

"Home".

[calebsmoocher]

Restraining him with his own evol

Caleb’s a renowned bully in the bedroom. Using his evol to carry out his freaky fantasies is not new for him. Turns out though, resonating in bed grants MC the ability to use Caleb’s evol by proxy. With the tables turned, she’s got all night to make it even.  Cw: smut (MDNI!), inappropriate use of evol (my favourite tag), power play, switch!CalebMC, overstimulation, handjob, panty sniffer!Caleb is back but MC induces it, gagging him with her panties, exploration of MC’s evol, fluff, guys don’t run when I say it’s 10k…

“Fuck, stop rushing in like that!” 

Breathless, she falls to her knees as Caleb fends off the wanderer’s ranged attack. The debris stops mid-air around them, suspended by his evol, before flying back at the monster. It’s launched back by the sheer force of Caleb’s attack, crying out as its body hits the wall. He holds out a hand to her but she only looks at him dazed. She’s starting to see double. 

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue in exasperation, grabbing her by the arm and hauling her to her feet. “Baby, focus.”

She wipes the sweat off her brow, shaking his arm off and taking a defensive stand. 

“Yeah.” 

Here they are, standing in the arena lit up in blazing glory. Thousands of lights adorn the marble walls, the heat glaring on the back of her neck. She’s dragged him to Deepspace Trials before, but they’ve been going at it for nearly five hours. She sucks in a breath, fiddling with the firearm between her shaking fingers. She can feel it. Through the rampant raging of her heart she can feel that peculiar buzz in her stomach as she stands beside Caleb. Feel the tremor in her smile as she feels the surge of energy ignite through her veins. Caleb looks at her knowingly, nodding his head towards to the left. They run together, charging towards the group of wanderers baring their teeth at them.

“Okay, now!”

She can’t fight the smile as a golden glow surrounds her. She feels the swell of her heart as her body lifts into the air. Her every sense, every fibre of her being is being consumed whole by him. Like her soul is in an intricate dance, swirling together as she feels his energy intertwine with hers. She’s resonating so powerfully with him, rays of canary yellow blooming from her hands and into the ruthless bullets she’s firing. For the brief few seconds she’s in the air she has a taste of his evol. And it sets fire to every nerve in her body. She feels his power and energy encircle her completely, invading her mind and surging through every nook and cranny. For those few seconds, she feels him at his most raw. 

But it’s over so soon.

They hit the ground together, guns still aimed at the now weakened wanderers. Their shields have all but been annihilated. And every new bullet into them has them wailing out as they curl into themselves. When the fatal bullet hits them, their exteriors crumble and only protocores are left behind. 

She lets out a shaky sigh, hanging low and resting on her hands on her knees. Caleb’s chest is heaving beside her and he throws his guns back into their holsters. She goes to collect the protocores, tossing them up in her hand. 

She turns to him, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I wanna go again.”

He throws his head back. “I thought we were going to be relaxing on my time off, but all you wanna do is train.” He runs his hand through his hair before taking the protocores from her and walking towards the administration shute. “No good sparring partners at the association, pipsqueak?”

“Something like that.” She brings up the arena’s electronic screen, scanning her ID and initialising a new stage. 

The screen fills with a list of options, from wanderer type to environment selection. Scrolling absentmindedly, she clicks on ‘tundra’ and requests for a few low-threat wanderers to be simulated. It doesn’t matter what she picks. As long as she gets to resonate with him. Gets to lay in that bath of energy and weightlessness that is otherwise intangible. 

“Okay, you ready?”

He hums in affirmation, but his body is sagged. “This is the last trial for today, you hear me? After this we’re going home.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The lights dim, encasing them in a murky darkness. She feels the vents above them whirl to life and the ground rumble. There’s a sudden breeze and it makes her lock her arms together, rubbing them for warmth. When the lights blaze back to life, the ground beneath them is uneven. Littered with rocks and boulders the size of her own body if she was curled up. The marble walls have all but disappeared, instead simulating the expanse of a frigid tundra. Artificial wind almost knocks her off her feet, but Caleb catches her in time.

“Out of all the biomes, you had to pick the one where we’re gonna freeze to death before we see a wanderer?” He pinches the bridge of his nose before wrapping his frozen fingers around his guns. She can’t even tremble out an apology before five wanderers spawn in front of them. 

But all that anxiety and dread is quickly smothered as she feels that familiar buzz in her stomach. 

“Let’s break their shields first,” she says, a little too excitedly. He cocks a brow but nods nonetheless. 

“Yeah, okay. Lead the way.” She signals him to go left while she takes the right, encircling the crowd of monsters. Twirling the guns in her hands, she leaps up onto a boulder and calls out to him.

“Can you get me to higher ground? We’ll cast a net.” She gestures a circle motion around the wanderers and he nods. Then she feels her body lift on its own. She swallows. It almost feels like Caleb himself is lifting her in his hands, supporting her in his warm embrace. She’s launched high above the wanderers. She feels him use his evol to force the wanderers closer together, caging them in an invisible dome. Its effects are amplified through her resonance.

Once again, she feels his energy surge through her. It’s so addicting, so utterly overwhelming and insatiable. Her brows furrow, almost too exhausted to take it in fully. Her mind is running on dregs, and so is his. She can feel it in the way his evol slips sometimes, like if she moves too much she’ll fall. And in the way the wanderers are able to push against their cage. She can feel the dome walls almost crack at the seams, slide away and reveal an opening for the monsters to escape with. 

She grits her teeth, straining her arms out as she focuses her own energy on the fragile dome. And for a second, just a split second, she assumes control. Feels the power shift over to her as she harnesses his evol entirely. Then the dome breaks and she’s sent plummeting to the floor. 

Her mind falters as she yelps. Now, she’s seeing triple. She can barely stand up and the wanderers are charging at her. This snaps Caleb almost completely out of his exhaustion, and he throws out a hand, slamming the wanderers into the ground. It’s like his evol has returned to its full strength. Ferocious and unyielding. He lifts her to her feet and drapes her arm over his shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” His eyes are rounded and his pupils are blown as he scans her body. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I lost focus for a second.”

Her breaths are slow and heavy, but she turns her head to meet his gaze. Her brows furrow. Had he really not felt her presence, her energy in him? Fair enough, it had only been for a split second, but was he really that unfocused that he hadn’t noticed her take control? Like she had spun the wheel from under his nose. She clenched her eyes. Maybe it was her that was overthinking. Had she really felt it? No, there was no doubt in her mind. She had harnessed his evol in that instant. 

Caleb slams a closed fist in the air, recalling the electronic screen. He jabs at it shakily to halt the simulation and the wanderers glitch out of existence. The whirring of the aircon halts, and instead, warmth floods the room. The arena returns to its default set up and the lights at the entrance go green. 

An electronic voice sounds over the room. “Deepspace Trial Exited. Practice makes perfect.”

When they get home, Caleb insists she go shower while he busies himself in the kitchen. It’s a feat in itself that she manages to come back in one piece having maneuvered with half shut eyes. Caleb’s got his back to her while he hunches over a cutting board, his biceps flexing with each slice. He’s got two pots over the stove, the overhead lights illuminating the subtle accumulation of sweat on his skin. As she pauses at the door, she cocks her head to the side, watching him intently. His sleeves are loosely rolled up his forearm, and the fabric is sliding down with each thrust of his hand wielding the knife. She watches as the rolled fabric pushes itself back up to his elbow, then as the lid of the steamer beside him hovers into the air. A rush of steam engulfs the stove before the lid is placed back down. She chews on her lip for a second before moving towards him.  

“Need any help?”

She leans against the counter, peering up at him with a smile. He shoots one back at her, the rhythmic chopping of the knife unfaltering. 

“That was quick. Are you sure you washed properly?” 

She rolls her eyes, not answering him. Instead, she takes his sleeve in her hands and methodically rolls the fabric over itself into neat rectangles. Once the sleeve is tightly over his elbow, she lets her fingers trace over his arm before dropping down. He’s looking at her downcast gaze, hidden beneath her eyelashes. When she moves around him to do the other sleeve, his chopping ceases abruptly. Her chin is almost resting against his bicep as she works on the sleeve. She can feel his warm breath on the shell of her ear; it’s easy, almost natural even, for her to sync her own breathing to his. 

In her determination to roll his sleeves, a strand of hair falls across her eyes. Her irritation is fleeting though, as she feels it lift carefully from her face and hook behind her ear. She looks up to find him staring down at her. And she feels that all too familiar stir in her stomach.

Her brows furrow slightly as she leans into the sensation. The use of his evol so tenderly, so gently to lift her lock of hair triggers a spike in the surrounding energy fluctuations. She’s always able to feel it; sense that low, subtle buzz whenever he manipulates gravity around her. Feel the murmur of energy as it warbles and tingles against her flesh. But now, it’s louder, heavier on her senses, amplified by her sudden interest in it. 

And once again, it ends all too quickly. The buzzing stops and her hair is secured around her ear. He cocks a brow at her before resuming his hand on the knife. 

“You can help me by doing the eggs.”

Pulled out of her thoughts, she picks up one of the eggs on the bench and cracks it into a bowl.

“What are you making?”

“Steamed salmon and eggs. One of your favourites, remember?”

She whisks the eggs with the chopsticks absentmindedly. “I haven’t eaten it in so long. I remember Gran forcing you to make it at least once a fortnight.”

“Oh, she was so keen on omega-3,” Caleb laughs. He unwraps the salmon from the deli paper and smooths his hand over the orange flesh. Her stirring slows as she watches him. The way his fingers push into it before he tweezes out the bones. His gaze flickers to hers and he smiles. “Well, why didn’t you try making it? No one makes it better than me, huh?” He nudges her playfully.

“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes. “Think what you want. I just don’t like descaling the salmon and picking out the bones.”

“Mhm.” 

“I’m done with the eggs. Move over.” She brushes past him, swiping up an empty cup and opening the lid of the steamer.

“Careful! It’s hot.”

The lid pulls away from her gasp, hovering in the air and blocking the steam from hitting her face. Then she feels the cup unwind from her grasp. She watches as it scoops up the boiling water and pours it into her egg bowl.

Her hands lower to her sides. “I could’ve done that myself.” Not looking at him, she returns to her side of the counter and mixes the water into the egg. It froths up, threatening to spill over the sides. 

“Why won’t you let me do nice things for you?” He pouts. She doesn’t answer at first, eyes trained on the task at hand. When her hands grow tired of whisking she leaves to open the pantry door, grabbing out a few seasonings. As she settles them on the counter carefully she notices his eyes fixed on her and looks away. 

“How’d you…” She starts before falling back into silence. Words play at the tip of her tongue awkwardly. Fiddling with the seasonings, she arranges them into a neat line then shuffles them until they’re not. Then she cranes her neck to look up at him, lips parted. “I mean, is it easy to do these types of things with your evol? It looks so natural when you use it.”

Caleb blinks. “My evol?” His confusion dissolves into laughter. “You mean the thing I’ve had twenty-five years to hone and master?”

She looks down at her open palms, stretching her fingers as far as they would go. Her evol is powerful, undoubtedly. But it’s so intangible. Hidden in a way that demands she rely on other evolvers. 

She remembers when she first learnt the classing of her evol: anhausen. A force to resonate with and propel others. 

“Everything in this world has a unique, unmatchable frequency. That’s why each life is isolated.

But your Evol allows you to change your frequency. You can resonate with others.

If you open your heart, you can establish a connection.”

Caleb puts down the tweezers and wraps his hand around hers, pulling it against his chest. 

“Your evol is so special. I mean, who’s saved me a bunch of times during orbit trials?” He nudges her again and she shakes her head with a smile. “Maybe we don’t understand it fully right now. If you’re worried about it, don’t be. There are things my evol can’t do.” He gestures down to his hand still prodding at the fish. “I can’t debone salmon with it.” His words coax a laugh out of her and she nods in acknowledgement. 

“Yeah, I know.” She pulls her hands out of his grasp and holds her index fingers out in front of her like a conductor. There’s no point dwelling on what she can’t figure out right now. “Then why don’t you share your evol with me? Let me feel what it’s like to be you.”

“Oh, I see.” The corners of his eyes crinkle up as he laughs. “And what are you planning to do with this new evol of yours?”

She hums for a second, chewing on her lip. “I think the eggs need some white pepper.” She twirls her finger in the air and the white pepper floats into the air, maneuvering gently over the bowl. 

“And how much are you gonna put in?”

“Just a bit!” She moves her finger in a tapping motion, like patting the bottom of the container to release the seasoning. With each movement, the pepper shakes until her finger stops. 

“Wow, you already have such precise control. You’re so skilled and talented-”

“Okay, shut up. Next is a bit of chicken powder.” She does the same movement, shaking in about two teaspoons of it before setting it down. Her eyes crinkle proudly as she moves her finger in a circle motion. The chopsticks lift into the air and begin whisking the mixture together. Once it’s done, she moves both her hands in a scooping motion and the entire bowl rises. She gives an approving nod, giggling. 

“Ready to steam,” she says. Again, she moves around Caleb and watches as the steamer’s lid and the egg bowl engage in an intricate dance within the air. Despite the theatrics, the egg doesn’t splash up the sides. 

At the end of their dance, the bowl lowers into the steamer and the lid is placed back on top. When she looks back, the salmon is already placed neatly in a dish, submerged in sauce. Last she had seen, the salmon was still being deboned and the sauce hadn’t been made yet. She looks up at him with a frown and they stare at each other in silence. 

“...”

“Wow, how did the salmon get there? I didn’t know you could multitask-”

“Oh my God.” 

Infuriating, she almost mumbles under her breath. 

“It’s okay, baby. We’ve still got the ginger and scallions to put on top as well.” He gives her a guilty smile before gesturing to the cut vegetables. She remembers how decorative Caleb used to be when plating up dishes. Be it intricate floral garnishes or complex layering, his food was always so beautiful to look at. 

She taps at her chin. Maybe an alternating pattern of ginger slices and slivered scallions will look nice. And she wonders how well Caleb will be able to follow along. Lifting a finger, she points vaguely at the sliced vegetables and points to the salmon. A slice of ginger floats over and rests on the fish. 

“You know, this kind of reminds me of ratatouille.”

Caleb laughs. “Awh, come on.” As she gestures for another piece, both piles rise and hover over the dish. She throws her fingers out dramatically as the vegetables scatter over the dish. With each addition, her brow creases and her lips curl up. It’s no pattern, that’s for sure. But she sees the beginning of letters being spelled. 

‘I…’

‘L…O…V…E’

Her eyes crinkle. Then as the last slices of vegetable fall into their designated space, so scoffs.

‘CALEB’

She shakes her head. “No no no, I think my evol is waning.” 

Caleb flicks her forehead. “No, I don’t think so, pips. If I hadn’t just witnessed it, I’d say you were confessing to me through your evol.”

God, she has to find a way to shut this man up. She hooks her arm around his neck, pulling him down against her before pressing her lips against his.

“You’re such an idiot,” she mumbles against him, a smile breaking loose on both of their lips. He maneuvers her with his elbows, pressing her gently against the sink as he washes his hands behind her. All the while, her lips are fervent against his, hands cupping his jaw as he leans roughly into her. He fumbles for the towel, throwing it messily between his hands. Once his hands are dry, they come to rest firmly on her waist, smoothing down the fabric of her camisole. He’s the first to break the kiss, coming up for air with open-mouthed pants. Her own lips are pink and swollen, glistening with a thin sheen of saliva. She swallows slowly as she looks up at him, taking him in. He’s so close to her. So large compared to her frame, caging her against the counter. 

“Are you still interested in my evol?” His lips ghost her jaw but his eyes are fixed on the strap of her camisole. She can feel his breath against her lips. Slow with each inhale and exhale. Then she feels that buzz that she’s grown to know all too well. Feels the hum of its frequency push and pull her with its melodic familiarity. His evol pulls the strap of her top down to her arm.

“Still interested in the things I can do?” He leans down and kisses the flesh, tracing his way to the loose strap. As her hands come to tug at the collar of his shirt they’re suddenly seized mid-air, constrained and forced behind her back.

“Caleb…” Her voice is shrill and airy. Slowly, she feels its force tilt her jaw up. Her eyes are wide, rounded at the corners. 

“Don’t move. Or are you also interested in testing the limits of this evol?” Despite his warning she writhes in its hold. But it’s like trying to swim through quick sand. The pressure against her arms is firm; not painful, but unmistakably profound and unyielding.

She shakes her head. “But I wanna touch you.” At that he feigns a pout, leaving small kisses down the juncture of her neck. 

“Go on, touch me then,” he teases, brows knitted as he laughs at her. “Try.”

She struggles in her binds, wanting so desperately to lean into his touch. She can wiggle her fingers, but there’s no getting out of her constraints. 

“Looks like you’re losing control of your evol. Not so clever after all, are you?”

She grits her teeth, using her limited mobility to rub her legs together. The glare on her face is piercing and he almost doubles over in laughter when his gaze returns to her. 

“Baby, what is it?”

She huffs. “I’m thinking about how I’d use my evol to smack you across the face. Have you on the ground in two seconds flat-” Suddenly her head is wrenched back, his evol tugging roughly on her hair. The thin skin of her neck lays completely exposed to him, throbbing with each shallow breath. Her words are all but seized from her, mouth running dry in shock. 

“You’re so bold for someone that’s completely in my care.”

Her eyes strain to meet his in her position, and she debates whether or not offering a smile will appease him.

“I thought you said you wanted to do nice things for me.” His laugh is gentle compared to the cruelty of his evol. 

“Baby, I am being nice.” Tracing the edge of her jaw, he closes in on her, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. Taking another step closer, he presses his thigh against her core, towering over her and indulging in all the little gasps he manages to draw out of her. He takes on a rhythmic motion, rocking into her. 

“Caleb, I swear…” He shushes her, biting at the shell of her ear. She shivers into his touch. Once he was over his little bit, she was going to show him. Get him down on his knees and repenting for the way he was using his evol against her like this.

He whispers into her ear. “Baby, I’m so pent up. You had me working like a dog today. Don’t I get some sort of reward?”

She doesn’t say anything. Can’t even move her head to the side and bite at his smug smile. “Hmm?” he presses, angling his face down at her. He thumbs at her bottom lip, dragging the flesh down slightly and letting it spring back in place. 

“Had me fighting in a goddamn tundra.” The glint in eyes is cruel as his lips curl. “Had me put on a show for dinner…”

“Surely your evol is depleted by now, with the way you’re complaining, wouldn’t you think?” she bites back. Her body is arched painfully further, elbows suspended above the counter. The edge of the granite digs into her hip bones. A whimper escapes her lips, and her eyes shake as he leans down over her. His face is so close to hers, his breath hot against her cheek. 

She feels that familiar ache at her core. A terrible mix of want and excitement as she submerges herself in the frequency of his evol. The gentle drumming of energy pulses holding her captive, entangling itself fully against her own dwindling power. She’s depleted from training. Yet, he’s still got energy to spare. 

“Tell me to stop,” he rasps, almost biting into her cheek.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to stop.” She mirrors his sick smirk, almost baring her teeth at him. “You say you deserve a reward. Come take it.”

She watches as his eyes almost haze. He doesn’t say anything as he steps away from her before gripping her upper arm tightly.

A sudden pit opens in her stomach and she feels the surge in energy around her first before he spins her roughly and forces her against the counter again. The frenzied spikes of energy fluctuations engulf her senses, and she almost moans, letting herself drown in the overwhelming pressure. This feels intangible. Like she’s living in his evol whilst simultaneously being puppeteered by it. She whines as her shorts are pulled off her, the hem of her shirt riding up over the curve of her breasts.

She feels him grope her ass as he presses his weight against her. She almost falls on her face against the granite before being supported by his evol. Her hands are still tightly bound behind her back. 

Caleb presses two fingers against her panty-clad cunt, stroking over the wet fabric before pushing it in slowly. 

“Look at that, don’t even need to prep you.”

She pants, unable to writhe against the sensation. “Keep teasing me and find out what happens.”

Cocking his head, he laughs down at her rigid form. He retreacts his fingers briefly, only to pull the fabric and let it snap back harshly against her cunt. And she jolts with what limited mobility she’s afforded. 

“Go on,” he whispers. Then he slaps her ass harshly, the echo resounding throughout the kitchen. Heat burns at her cheek as she hangs her head low, almost wanting to press her forehead against the cool counter, but his evol doesn’t allow it. Pulling her panties to the side, he rubs the head of his cock against her swollen cunt, collecting the sticky leakage and smoothing it over his length. She hears him groan before returning to his slow, laboured pants. “I’m waiting.”

“That makes two of us,” she forces out, suppressing even the notion of a moan through clenched teeth.

“Oh you don’t know when to stop, do you?” Gripping his cock and bracing her ass with the other, he pushes in, filling her roughly. She can’t even lurch forward. Can only gape as a broken whine spills past her lips. His thrusts are initially shallow, hand smoothing over the small of her back as he waits for her to settle into the feeling.

“Caleb,” she moans. She wiggles her fingers at him, desperately pleading for him to hold her hand. And she hears him laugh at her softly, before he intertwines their fingers. 

“You okay, baby?”

She nods, eyes clenched shut as she focuses on drawing in air. “I’m okay. You can go faster.”

She feels him lean down against her, moulding his body over hers. The shift in position causes him to bottom out, kissing her cervix. Her walls are fluttering around his cock, spasming and contracting with each shaky breath. She feels so fucking full. Consumed entirely by his body and evol. 

He kisses the curl of her ear. “Okay, baby.”

He sets a brutal pace, each thrust knocking her into the invisible boundary of his evol. Fuck, she’s going delirious, letting her mind be swallowed by his scent. His thrusts are so rough as he moans into her ear, hands slipping from their grip at her waist. They wander over her stomach, latching onto every curve, kneading the flesh roughly as he ruts into her. Finally, they settle on her breasts, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck, Caleb!” She gasps out. Her chest is a flushed rose, sweat glistening as her body is drilled past exhaustion. Whatever energy she regained from her shower is long gone. 

His other hand is still tightly locked with hers, her own knuckles bruising her back. It’s almost laughable how quickly her mind dissolves into nothing. He’s barely settled on a steady rhythm and she’s already fucked dumb. 

She arches her back into him, moaning out his name.

“Please, please,” she whines, laboured breaths echoing out against the counter. “I’m so tired.”

“You’re tired? Baby, I’m doing all the work.”

She rolls her eyes, squeezing his hand in retaliation. He responds with a murmur of ‘ouch, baby’ before returning to his ministrations concerning the aching throb of his cock being still for too long. 

“Come on, baby. Push back into me.”

“Mmm, can’t,” she whines, slumping forward as far as she was allowed. 

“You can’t?” he echoes. “Are you asking for my help?” He doesn’t give her the chance to answer before a force yanks at her hips, reeling her body back to meet his thrusts. 

“Mmph! Oh my fucking God.” Her mouth is agape as her body is maneuvered so indecently. The slap of her ass meeting his pelvis casts a hue of red over her cheeks. He’s pushing so relentlessly into her, fucking her so brazenly in their kitchen. 

He releases his hold on her hand, no longer binding her wrists to her back. Once she feels the pressure alleviate, they scramble out in front of her, bracing against the counter.  

“Where are you trying to go?”

She shakes her head through her moans, fingers gripping uselessly at the flat counter. She can’t stop her hips, can’t pull away from his demanding thrusts. And each breach of his cock is pushing her closer, and closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, Caleb, it’s too much.” She thinks about potentially coming all over the kitchen floor. How she knows that when she releases, it’s going to be messy. Feels in the angle that he’s bruising her walls that she’s going to fucking squirt. The tips of her ears are hot ember.

Suddenly her hair curls around a bodiless force before being yanked. Her head is jerked back until her nape rests against his shoulder. He’s breathing down over her cheek, groaning so fucking nastily into the air above her as he works his cock into her. She can feel how sticky her cunt is, how each time his hips leave hers, strings of their mixed precum strains between them. Can hear the foul squelch of his cock fucking her sloppy cunt. All of this, combined with the pleasurable pressure of his evol restraining her body. Its energy so fucking insatiable that she can’t think of a better use for it other than keeping her still while he uses her. 

“Mmph, fuck fuck fuck.” She clenches so tightly around him that he lurches forward, crushing her with his weight. His cock slams against her cervix and she falls apart. She feels her warm release gush out of her cunt, the sheer force of her orgasm pushing his cock out. 

“Fuck, you’re so messy, baby.” Yet he only drives his cock back into her, the sudden halt of pressure and friction threatening to knock him out. “Come on, just a little more.” 

The steamers cry out beside them, whistling as a stream of steam shoots towards the extractor. It’s like a sharp hook back to reality, clearing the fog from out of her mind. 

“Caleb, you’re gonna over steam the eggs. You know I hate when they get all rubbery.”

“You’re worried about the eggs?”

Fucking her into overstimulation, he makes her watch as bowls and plates swirl and woosh before her. The lids of the steamers rise, unveiling the salmon and egg and engulfing them in its rich scent. The cutlery draw  opens beside them and spoons and chopsticks follow each other out. All the while, his hips are still pushing into her spasming cunt. But he’s wearing a smile, laughing through his guttural moans as he feels the pressure almost consume him. There’s something about using his evol on so many things at once that awakens something in both of their stomachs. 

“Baby, fuck.” 

Her body is mush as she feels him slow, returning to shallow thrusts as his come spills into her. 

She lets him ride it out. Meanwhile, the dishes plate themselves beautifully in front of them. 

“Okay, okay. Stop showing off. Fuuck.” She rolls over on the counter, splaying out against the cool surface. Her cunt is throbbing, legs wobbly as she tries to hold herself up. Caleb is bent over her, eyes crinkled up in his laughter. Their breaths mingle at their proximity before he presses a fervent kiss along her jaw. 

Then all at once, she’s no longer suspended by that delicious pressure. He’s holding her up in his warm, shaky hands, all signs of his evol finally put to rest. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

She grips onto his shoulder for leverage, planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I am so getting you back for that.”

He scoffs. “You enjoyed that, no?”

She drags their plates towards them, deciding it’s best to eat while it’s hot and fresh. Even if they’re both covered in sweat and cum. 

“Doesn’t matter if I enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure there are rules against such unlawful use of one’s evol.” Before he can argue, she presses a spoonful of rice, salmon, and egg at his lips and he accepts. She watches him chew and swallow.

“Rate my cooking?”

Now he can scoff at her. “Ten out of ten, baby.”

The rest of the night continues with playful bickering as they clean each other up and settle in bed. Once they hit the mattress, it’s lights out almost immediately. But not before she conjures something diabolical in her mind. A sinister plan for the day to come, using all that she’s learnt from today. 

Come morning, she’s up before Caleb. Stretching out with the night’s rejuvenation of her body. 

“Come on, baby, time for our morning run,” she says, as he’s spooning his breakfast into his mouth. He quirks a brow at her.

“You’re gonna join me?” She almost fails to hide her grimace before nodding. 

“Of course.”

She did not join him for his run. In fact, she only walked, cheering him on as he lapped her for the fifth time.

“Baby, think you can do a few Deepspace Trials with me? I’ve got a room booked. You know how fast they fill up.”

He doesn’t hesitate, wiping the sweat off his brow and taking the ice-cold water bottle she had so graciously filled up for him.

“You wanna go again? You’re determined.” Yeah, about that.

When they find themselves outside the familiar arena, she lays her hunter firearms down in the weaponry room, before perusing the shelves. He watches her, cocking his head to the side as her fingers brush along a peculiar weapon. 

“You’re going to use a sniper?”

She looks back at him, shrugging. “Yeah. I’m not great at ranged attacks. It’s important that I’m versatile when it comes to weapons.” Convincing, enough. 

“...Okay.” He pauses for a second, twirling his own firearms in his hands.Then he parts his lips.  “Well, why don’t we go to a shooting range? That’d be better if you wanna improve your aim.”

She shakes her head, giving a curt, “no.” She picks up the sniper and balances it in her hands. It weighs a fucking tonne. “In real situations, wanderers aren’t going to be standing perfectly still for me.” She watches as his face scrunches up slightly before he gives in.

“Yeah, okay.”

As they make their way into the arena, the operating screen flies down towards her. She scans her ID and it beeps with approval. 

“Welcome back!” Its robotic voice sounds out. “Please select your desired training conditions.”

She barely looks at the icons that she’s pressing, scrolling right to the end and selecting whichever SSR, boss-class, level eighty-five wanderer comes up first. The one she selects is classified as a ‘knave’, using melee as its primary type of attack. It also wields an axe the size of its body. She almost snorts at the cruelty of her impending plan. This wanderer is better known as ‘beyblade’ at the Hunters Association, with the way it frequently uses an uninterruptible, spinning attack to defeat Hunters. Pain in her ass. But good for the situation, she justified. 

Scrolling down to the environment section, she holds back another laugh as her fingers travel to a very specific biome: Tundra. 

Set weather conditions to extreme, check. 

She glances at Caleb, thankful he was too busy admiring the interior of the arena. 

“Warning! Your chosen weapon of…sniper…is not recommended gi-” She shushes the robotic warning, closing it and sending the screen away. Yeah, no shit.

The lights dim and the familiar drone of the vents start to burr to life. 

“Ready?” Caleb probes in the darkness.

“Always,” she answers back.

When the lights come on again, the ground is an uneven mess of coarse rock and snow. The vents mimic the sound of harsh winds, and she feels their effect immediately as goosebumps rise along her arms. The arena is boundless. A cold, dry, and deathly expanse of nothingness. 

“Did you pick a fucking tundra again?!”

Then the wanderer spawns, its axe soaring far above its head as it hovers in the air.

“And you picked that fucking wanderer?!”

Not even she has time to laugh in the given situation, immediately turning on her heel. She sees a rise in the terrain, and gestures to it. 

“I’m gonna go for higher ground.” Hiking her sniper up on her shoulder, she runs. It’s only been a few seconds but she’s already out of breath. The air is so cold and dry; her chest feels like it’s caving in on itself. Throwing her equipment down, she tries to steady the sniper on the coarse dirt. She squints as she peers into the scope, moving her rifle until it aligns with the wanderer. She repositions. Then repositions again, trying to find any weak points in the monster’s hardened exterior. Any cracks within its armour.

“Got a clear shot?” Caleb’s voice echoes out, amplified by her Hunter’s watch. Leaning her head away from the scope, she watches as he runs around the wanderer, intermittently suspending himself in the air as he fires round after round. She can see his hot breath puff out against the cold, but he doesn’t seem deterred, pressing on. 

Looking back through the scope, she positions the rifle before pulling the trigger. She hits it square in the shoulder, knocking it back a step. It’s not super effective, but it gives Caleb the upper hand with his next attack. 

They continue like this: her staying calm and firing strategic shots while Caleb tires himself at the front line. Almost there, she thinks. That humming in her stomach when she’s close to resonating, so tantalising as it flares at the corners and sets her nerves alight. When the last barrier of the wanderer’s protocore shield is broken, she hikes the rifle back over her shoulder before sliding down the terrain to Caleb’s level. He looks over his shoulder at her, understanding instantly what’s to come. They nod at each other.

Golden rays wrap around her like silk, emerging from her palms and chest. She feels his evol simmer and crackle around her before lifting them both in the air, launching them to spiral around each other in an intricate dance that she so loves. She takes a deep breath, opening her heart entirely to the sensation. His evol is so much weaker than it was yesterday, thanks to her tiring him out. There would have been no way she’d be able to even think of manipulating it if he was at full power. In the darkness of her clenched eyes, she can almost see the energy fluctuations of his evol mixing with her. A vibrant blue, grey, and orange bleeding into her gold hues. Then, as she shifts her arms, she sees the hues bend to her will and she surges higher into the air. 

“Watch out!”

Caleb’s voice rips her from the void, forcing her back into her body. She cries out. No! But there’s no time to scream, because the wanderer’s axe is coming straight for her. She rotates the sniper over her shoulder, slinging it around and aiming the barrel in front of her. There’s no time to look into the scope, the shot’s going to make it anyway. She pulls the trigger and the recoil sends her flying back. Caleb’s evol cushions the blow, letting her drift slowly to the ground.

“Dammit!” she curses, almost throwing the rifle to the side. She was so close, so close to wielding his evol. Really understanding the ripples and spikes in its energy waves and manipulating it. 

“Again,” she mutters, wiping the sweat off her upper lip.

“Are you crazy?!” Caleb screams. He takes a moment while the wanderer is down to stalk towards her. “What’s up with you today? You’re being so reckless. Choosing an unsuitable weapon--which,” he points his finger at her, “you can’t even use.”

She scoffs but he doesn’t let her interrupt.

“Choosing an SSR class wanderer. And setting the biome to the fucking tundra!” She only glares back at him, swinging her rifle back into position. The wanderer’s protocore shields are recovering slowly. They have to defeat it now.

“Come on. You can whinge afterwards. We have to go again. I have a good feeling.” Caleb rolls his eyes but follows her nonetheless, closing in on the weakened wanderer. 

“Oh, you have a good feeling,” he mocks. “Well that changes everything.”

She can still feel the hum of her resonance inside her. It hasn’t dissipated yet. She gives him a nod and he concedes. While they have their fair share of bickering, at least this is one thing that they have a mutual understanding for. They are never more powerful than when they’re together. 

This time, when she’s lifted into the air, her mind immediately sees the energy fluctuations. She splays her hands out over them, feels the way they burn at her hand like live wires. Her brows furrow intently. She can do this. Feel it on the edge of her fingertips. Then, with a decisive blow, she manipulates the strings of their combined energy, feels it wrap around her wrists like a shackle. Was this the weight he bore? 

Caleb immediately meets her eyes, bewildered as he feels his power shift to her. It is inexplicable and daunting. 

Pushing her arms out around her, she surges through the sky, rings of blue and gold and orange supporting her flight. She’s harnessing his evol, amplifying it to terriying heights as she manipulates the environment around them. She hovers her hands over the wanderer and a crushing weight flattens it into the ground, sending clouds of smoke and rubble up around them. Caleb is on the floor, arm over his face as waves away the smoke. She frowns. He can’t fly? Taking control of his energy has nullified his?

She casts her hand again towards him, and pulls him into the air beside her. He looks unsteady. Almost like her when she was lifted for the first time. Is this really happening?

“Woah…” He breathes out shakily, arms out carefully to balance himself. “...What are you trying to do?” He looks so vulnerable. So small and scared, wrapped in an evol that he has no control over.

She doesn’t know what to say, looking down at her open palms. Before she can reply, the robotic voice sounds out over the arena.

“Deepspace Trial completed. Congratulations.”

She looks up. Then below them at the fading tundra. As she slowly lowers them to the ground, her lips curl up into a smile. Caleb’s pupils are still blown as he stares at her, arms still out like he might topple over.

“That was unbelievable.” Her hands are shaking as she stares down at them. “I wanna go again.”

Caleb’s quick to interject. “Nahhh. I think you’ve had enough training for today.” He pats her shoulder gently before bringing her into a hesitant hug. 

The drive home is mostly silent. Caleb’s at a loss for words and she’s still too shocked to know what to make of it. When they get home, it’s her who insists he be the one to shower first. She had to nearly run into the ground before she was able to manipulate his evol like that. 

Once she’s out of the shower, she drops her knees against the bed. Caleb’s sitting up against the headboard, staring into space. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. When he notices her, he parts his lips, then shuts them again. She can sense his unease, furrowing her brows at him. 

“How did you…” he begins. He looks down at his open palms in his lap. “I mean…”

She pushes his hands away, crawling on the mattress and swinging her legs over his so that she’s sitting on his lap. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you during training.” She feels the guilt seep into her chest at his low expression. It was always him protecting her. But this is something new entirely. She brushes her fingers along his cheek reassuringly. “It’s like you said yesterday. There’s still a lot about my evol that we don’t understand.”

He looks up at her, shaking his head. “Yeah. No, I’m sorry. I should be celebrating you. I just can’t help feeling like…”

Craning her neck, she leans down and kisses him, the impending words dissipating from his mind. He kisses her back, hands smoothing over her thighs. 

“Fuck,” he groans, clenching his eyes shut.

She leans back. “Are you too tired? We don’t have to-”

“I’m not tired.” He pulls her back in for a kiss. “Never too tired for this.” His lips work wonders against hers, trailing down to leave wet kisses over her neck. She moans into him, writhing closer so that she’s sitting over his cock. Her hands massage their way to his scalp, pulling at his hair gently. He groans before it dissolves into laughter.

“I can’t believe you’ve still got the energy. Last night wasn’t enough for you?” She jerks back, out of his hold, to send him a scowl. He ‘tch’s, pulling her back down into his embrace and kissing her nose. “Don’t scowl, baby.”

His hands mould against her hips, sliding up under the hem of her shirt. They’re warm against her and she melts into him. 

“There, baby, you look so much better when you’re smiling at me.” She rolls her eyes, leaning into touch as his hands follow the curvature of her breasts.

“I’m not smiling at you,” she mumbles. She braces a hand against his waist as he begins to knead the flesh gently, rubbing his thumb over her nipple and letting it wobble back in place. Her hips begin to grind down against him, small rocks back and forth as their breaths mingle together. His eyes are half lidded as they bore in hers. 

“Caleb,” she sighs, breaths becoming laboured. He lifts her shirt up, pulling over her head and discarding it on the floor. His lips press against the swell of her breast. Then she inhales sharply as she feels the gentle clasp of his teeth against her. All the while, his hands return to her waist, guiding her against him faster.

“Yeah, keep going, baby.”

She leans down towards him, playing with his hair to keep herself grounded. 

“Hah, feels good.” She whimpers softly.

He grins up at her, that smug smile making its way across his lip.

“Want me to fuck you dumb again, yeah?” He bites into her harshly. “Have me running around all day, but you fold when my dick’s involved.” She audibly gasps, wriggling to get out of his iron hold to no avail. Even with one hand, his grip is unyielding, forcing her to continue grinding her swollen cunt against him. 

“Mmph, don’t,” she warns.

“Don’t what?” He bites down again at her breast before swirling his hot tongue over the wound. He bucks up into her roughly and she jolts, hands slamming on the headboard for balance. “Don’t bite you?” He licks another stripe over her breast. “Or are you telling me if we keep going you’re going to cum in your pants?”

Heat burns at her cheeks and she forcibly closes her eyes.

“Caleb, I swear…”

His arms wrap around her waist and she feels his weight shift before he rolls over, caging her beneath him. He towers over her menacingly, knees coming up to press at her core. Her legs are splayed wide open.

“Baby, you gotta finish your sentences. I can’t think for the both of us.”

Her brows crease, the heat on her cheeks turning into anger. Before he can pin her wrists against the pillow, she grabs his arm and pulls it against her chest.

“What are you doing?” he asks, amused. 

“Don’t you think you’re being too callous?” Despite her words, she wears a smile. And he only mirrors her expression. She can feel his energy sputtering, loose ends of anger flaring and threatening to set ablaze. He’s been like this ever since training, when she took his evol. Had him wobbling around like child in his own evol. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be teasing me right now.”

His smile breaks as laughter erupts on his face. Mean, mocking laughter as his eyes rake over her vulnerable state. 

“Then tell me what position I should be in, sweetheart. The way I see it, you’re lying there, soiling your panties, waiting for me to touch you-”

She doesn’t let him finish. Tightening her grip on his wrist, she resonates, engulfing them in a sea of golden flames. The flash only lasts for a second before he’s lurched forward, forced to slam his palm against the mattress and brace himself. She watches as shock creeps into his eyes, and try as he might to hide it, the tremor in his lips is undeniable. She lets go of his wrist, instead flicking her hand and flipping him over on his back. 

“Baby…” there’s a gentle shake to his voice. She ignores it, swinging her legs back over him and easing herself down over his crotch. 

His own evol, taken from him, pins his hips down. Restrains him as she grinds harshly on his cock. He chokes out a moan, pupils blown.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She quips. In the next second, his wrists are pinned on either side of his head. She uses the opportunity to drag her palms over his chest, chewing on her lips with the way her finger mould to every curve and divot of his muscles. She stays there, mesmerised. He never usually lets her admire him for this long. It’s always him worshipping her body. Him giving her attention. Swirling her finger around his nipple, she gives it a gentle pinch before grinning down at him. He’s not smiling anymore. 

“Oh, are you waiting for me to touch you?” Her gaze falls down to his cock and she pulls at the waistband of his pants. As she begins tugging the fabric down, she gives him a sneer. “You know, you give me so much shit when you’re teasing me. For what it’s worth, I better not find you fully hard under here.”

He groans at her touch, fighting against the invisible pressure holding him down to no avail.

His cock springs up and hits his stomach. It’s an angry red, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum down to its hilt. She scoffs.

“Fucking pervert.” 

She leans down over him, taking his cock into her hand and he groans. He wants so desperately to buck up into her but he can’t.

“Okay, baby, I get it.”

She peers at him as her mouth hovers over his tip. Pursing her lips, she spits onto it and lets it dribble down until its caught by her hand. He rolls his eyes back at the sight, fighting through clenched teeth. 

“What’s there to get?”

“Awh fuck, baby. I get it. I won’t tease you anymore. I’ll be nice. Just, please…”

She feels something sinister bubble in her stomach when she hears him say the word ‘please’. But she doesn’t shy away from it. Stroking her hand along his cock slowly, she narrows her eyes.

“Say that again.”

He blinks at her through his convulsions. “I won’t tease you--”

“Not that,” she interrupts him, squeezing his cock. He groans, throwing his head further back into the pillows. “That last part. I want to hear it again.”

“Please,” he says. Bingo. He grits his teeth, forcing the words out. “Please, please, please.”

She increases her pace, wrapping a second hand around it. Her thumb teases his tip, ghosting the slit with the gentlest of pressures. She cocks her head to the side as she watches him twitch and moan. Caleb sucks in a deep breath.

“Baby, please. I’ve agreed to not tease you. You won’t so much as afford me the same courtesy?”

She stops at that. Maybe he’s right. Maybe she’s being too cruel. Or not. 

She rises to her knees, tugging her shorts down until she’s only in her panties. His gaze follows her every move, and despite him being restrained, she doesn’t feel all that safe under his scrutiny. 

“Are you enjoying this?” she probes, throwing her arms out. She watches amused as the comforter pulls out from beneath him and folds itself neatly before settling to the side. Then as an extra pillow wriggles its way beneath his head. 

His lips are curled up into a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What do you wanna hear, baby?”

She frowns at that. “You’re ruining my fun.”

She brings over a third pillow resting on a chair, slamming her palms together. The cushion contorts before its contents explode, sending a thousand feathers into the air. She laughs whole heartedly, eyes crinkling at the corners. But the feathers don’t drift towards the ground. They dance and twirl in her delight, encasing them in a dream-like scene. His gaze never leaves her, and he can no longer fight the smile tugging at his lips. Because she looks so beautiful like this. 

When she finally lets the feathers fall to the floor she looks down at her panty-clad body. The force of his evol pulling it down at her own will feels almost ticklish. She giggles, kicking her legs as she feels the fabric pull off her and dangle in front of them. When she returns over him, she thumbs at his bottom lip, pulling the flesh down gently.

“Open.”

His breath hitches as he looks between her and the panties. “Baby, don’t you think you’re having too much fun?”

She ignores him. “Wider.” They stare at each other for a few seconds. He can feel heat churn at the pit of his stomach, and he’s afraid to indulge it. “Come on,” she probes.

He swallows before opening his mouth fully, tilting his head back. The panties push into his mouth, and he trembles. 

“Good job, baby.” 

Swinging her leg back over him, she aligns his cock with her swollen cunt. She drags the tip along her sex, letting the sticky fluids collect and drip down the sides of him before prodding closer. She sinks down only a little at first, fucking herself shallowly. Then as her walls loosen, she sits down on him completely. He lurches forward, moaning into her panties. 

“Mmm,” he groans.

She can barely keep her composure as she begins to lift herself on top of him, taking his cock deep and slow. Letting her warm cunt swallow him with each messy and wet thrust. 

She settles between bouncing shyly on his throbbing cock and rocking gently against him. Let it nudge and prod at her most sensitive parts. Taking it entirely at her own pace. Bumping her clit against him with each slam back down onto him. 

As he looks up at her his eyes roll to the back of his head. He just wants to grab her. Reclaim his evol and show her truly what the bounds of his evol are. He lets out a grumble, his string of words jumbling into a muffled mess.

“What was that?”

He rolls his eyes, not bothering to try and speak again. But his head is yanked back suddenly, his evol tugging at his hair.

“Don’t roll your eyes.” She pulls the panties from his mouth and he sputters. “Now, what was that?”

“Baby, when I get my fucking hands on you--mmph!” 

She shoves the fabric back in. “You wanna try that again?” He’s quick to nod, breathing heavily through his nose. She waits a second before pulling the fabric out again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re--MMPH!” 

She shakes her head dismissively, letting out a sigh. 

“You know, I’m getting a bit tired.” she brushes the hair out of her eyes before tapping at her chin exaggeratedly. “What was that thing you made me do yesterday?”

Suddenly his hips are yanked up and she gasps as his cock hits her cervix, leaning down to brace against his heaving chest. She tinkers with the amount of force, methodically pulling and pushing his hips into her. Using him to get off. 

He groans into the fabric, wrists writhing against the pillows. His eyes widen as he yells out through the fabric, grabbing her attention.

“You want me to take it out?” He nods frantically at her and she hesitates. “Will you be good?” He doesn’t stop nodding, brows knitting up. She gently pulls the soiled fabric out, holding it up like a threat. 

“Fuck, thank you. Thank you.” Without the muffle, his breaths are so heavy against her. “You feel so good.”

She gasps at his brazenness, sinking down harder on him. “Yeah?” she tries, searching his eyes.

“Yes, yes. Keep going. Keep going.��� His words spur her on, and she clenches tightly around him, triggering a throaty moan. 

She wonders if he feels just as delirious as her. If the feeling of having his evol used so cruelly against him turns his stomach over in the same devious way it does to her. If he can recognise his own energy and just barely grasp it. Feel something so powerful and familiar, yet intangible, just like her. 

“Tell me you love it. Tell me you like me doing this to you.”

He whines, lips trembling in the stimulation. “Fuck, Fuck,” he sputters. “I love it. I love what you’re doing to me. I want you to use me like this. I--mmph oh fuck.” 

She moans out above him, vision starting to blur. He cock is leaking out into her, dribbling down the sides and dripping back onto his pelvis. The sheets are a fucking mess. And she doesn’t know how much longer she can last with the way his cock is bruising her walls. 

She commands him to go faster, the force pistoning his cock up into her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” she gasps, tears brimming at her waterline. She manipulates each and every thrust. Paving her path to orgasm so intricately. His pupils dilate as he watches her, consuming every little expression she makes. How she reacts to each thrust. How she controls his pace and all the little patterns of when his hips are forced into a frenzy, and when his hips are dragged slowly. All of it. 

“Mmph fuck!” Her release spills out of her and he can’t help but come as well. Her being the trigger to his pleasure. She lifts herself up and down on him shallowly as the rest of her cum splatters onto his thighs. She’s gasping above him, eyes watching the heave of his chest. The glisten of sweat down his neck and chest. The flush of his cheeks as gulps for air. She lets him calm down, waiting till their breathing plateaus out into even waves. 

He’s still inside her, plugging what remains of their mixed release in her aching walls. She brushes the wet hair off his forehead, leaning down to kiss him. He looks exhausted, eyes closed and chin tilted up. 

“Baby,” she coos, stroking his jaw. He cracks his eyes open, a smile curling at his lips. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” he answers her evenly. His eyes flicker down to the mess at his hips. “You’re still using my evol,” he points out. 

“Oh right.” She swallows, pausing a second before she retracts the force pinning him down. “You’re not mad, right, baby?”

He shakes his head, a little too quickly. “No, I’m not mad, baby.”

She sighs as a gentle smile spreads across her face. She leans down and presses another kiss against his lips. Truly, she’s spent. Can barely support herself on top of him. Breathing out and focusing, she stifles her resonance, retracting claim over his evol and releasing him of his constraints. Barely a second passes before she’s launched into the mattress, thrown so roughly beneath him that the wind gets knocked out of her.

“Caleb!” She rasps. Then her eyes widen and a cry is torn from her lips as he slides right back into her. 

“Baby, what did I say?”

Tears breach her waterline as he fucks into her roughly, slamming against her already cum-painted walls and spilling it out onto the sheets. She can barely breathe, forcing her palms against his chest.

“That you weren’t mad!” She cries, trying to writhe away as he bullies her into the mattress.

“Silly girl,” he sneers. 

He cages her head between his forearms, breathing down on her as he sets a brutal pace. 

Caleb was a man who could indulge in her ploy for power under certain conditions. But having his evol, one of his only tethers to the world, severed and held just out of reach set fire to something that knew no bounds. She had dug her grave the second she decided to resonate. And surrendered the second she decided to not. And he’d spend all night reminding her.

an: wowie need me some resonance so i can take caleb to plough town

[phoenix10km]

THERES SO MANY DYNAMICS.

Grian, a former watcher either trying to thwart their plans or helping them for some reason. Nobody knows he’s a watcher but it’s clear his power is growing the longer he’s in the games. Third through Limited he was on the same playing field as the rest, but when the portal opened in secret life? Something changed. Now he know what the watchers have planned, he’s able to help his Allies with the information.

Scott, the first to know about the watchers. And is clearly against them. Giving the watchers what they want is not an option to him; but can’t seem to consistently stop them from what they want. After his first boogey curse, she felt the dread and the fear that came with the thought of not securing that kill; not fulfilling the watchers hunger for negative emotions. That’s when he started hating whatever put them there a second time. Despite a faceless enemy he decided to purposely fail his second boogey curse defying the watchers; and when he wins because of that decision he finally gets to see his enemy. Throughout the series he tries to defy them, refusing to take Pearl on as his soulmate, trying to make an Honorable match of the final fight in limited. Refusing to die on anyone else’s terms in secret life.

Maryten, the only one that has some awareness of gods, and the only one brought to the brink of insanity in limited life. He knows their out there, all winners do. But they contacted him before he won; heard them before he won. They favor him, either as a play thing or they want to give him an important roll.

Scar is being pitted as a tragedy, or a villain. Never a hero. The watchers clearly like to push him to his limits. He was so.. happy in third life, fierce loyalty in grian, and they trusted each other so deeply. He didn’t know grian would change after he beat scar limp in the cactus ring. It first started with Grian tricking him and stealing one of his lives in last life. Then cheating on him in double life with big b and getting him killed. Then grian out right stabbing him in the back in limited life. The watchers were pushing scar to snap through grian; and finally in Secret life they gave him a chance to let all the hurt out, to be the villian. He took it. and in a twist, a universe where scar was never meant to win (I have my reasons to thing) grian of all people helped via a completely unrelated suicide mission to kill gem and the Scott’s, significantly weakening them. Now I’m wild life we are seeing them work through the issues, through the hurt and betrayal now that scar can see the influence of the watchers.

Jimmy, If Maryten is the watchers favorite play thing; Jimmy is their favorite toy to break. Time, and time, and time again Jimmy fell victim to a curse the watchers put on him. For him to always be the first to fall. He was supposed to always be their canary. A warning the end is near. A sign of the unavoidable disasters ahead. Feeling so hopeless until the watchers got to focused on scars villian arc; and like sand Jimmy barley slipped trough the watchers fingers. It gave him hope as Lizzie had fallen into the void, he realized there was a way out despite his demise not long after hers. Now, he’s carried that hope to wild life, praying that maybe he would not be the first; and while to watchers were upset about their slip of control in secret life, their gods, and oh boy did it boost their egos to have someone pray for their mercy, pray that they would spare his life just a bit longer. And they did, Jimmy is the first they’ve listened to; and maybe even had mercy on.

These are just my headcannons on certain relationships these characters have with the watchers. I know I didn’t mention two of the winners, mainly because I don’t see Pearl having a relationship with the watchers really, if anything maybe she sees them as cruel? I’d have to flesh it out more. As for cleo while I consider real life cannon story wise and count her as a winner, it’s tough to slot real life in. I think it’s a punishment for the players defying what the watchers wanted to happen in Secret life? But again it needs to be fleshed out more.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from Canary Media:

Three days before President Trump took office, an undersea-cable company abandoned plans to build a plant that would employ up to 350 people in Somerset, Massachusetts. Media outlets were quick to spotlight the loss as a specter of what’s to come for the offshore wind industry that Trump put on ice with the stroke of a pen last week.

It’s a reminder that Trump’s attempts to kill the offshore wind industry threaten not just the decarbonization plans of a few states, but job opportunities for a wide array of Americans. In fact, over 64% of the offshore wind manufacturing and supply-chain investments made or announced are in Republican congressional districts, according to data from industry group Oceantic Network.

The 64% statistic describes mostly private investment into offshore wind but also includes some public investment, including money flowing in from the Inflation Reduction Act, the Biden administration’s cornerstone climate law and a favorite target of Trump. In total, $3.4 billion has either been invested in or pledged to Republican districts to build a domestic offshore wind supply chain.

“Who’s benefiting? It’s the entire United States,” said Liz Burdock, president and CEO of the group, which previously went by the name Business Network for Offshore Wind.

But Trump last week signed an executive order that paused the approval of leases, permits, and loans for both offshore and onshore wind energy pending a federal review. The freeze will likely impact projects in earlier stages of development while the nine commercial-scale offshore wind projects that already have federal permits in hand appear safe.

It could also ripple throughout the emerging U.S. offshore wind supply chain. Developers have signed nearly 2,000 supply-chain contracts with manufacturing firms in 40 states, including some that are hundreds of miles from a coastline, like Ohio and Wisconsin.

For example, said Burdock, Italian shipbuilding firm Fincantieri is building customized offshore vessels in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, which is part of a Republican congressional district. And in Houston, Texas — which she called the ​“engine” of offshore wind manufacturing — multiple companies are adapting technologies used for the region’s offshore oil operations to accommodate offshore wind.

America currently has 73 gigawatts of offshore wind capacity in various stages of development, according to the latest data collected by the American Clean Power Association. Before Trump returned to office, the industry group estimated that offshore wind would support 56,000 jobs by 2030. About a third of those would be operation and maintenance jobs while the vast majority would be direct construction jobs, at least in these early years of the sector.

Only one commercial-scale U.S. offshore wind project is in operation today, but at least five more are under construction, all off the coastlines of Northeastern states.

In addition to the money flowing to manufacturing projects to support these installations, Oceantic reports that offshore wind has spurred $1.8 billion worth of direct investments into updating 21 shipyards and across 12 states, like the St. John’s Ship Building shipyard in Palatka, Florida, which sits in a district that’s been represented by a Republican since 1989.

Thousands of workers are also helping to update 25 ports across the East, West and Gulf coasts that will store massive wind components and safely load them onto vessels that can then carry them miles out to sea for installation. Oceantic reports that a recent revitalization project at a Connecticut port created 400 construction jobs and sourced components from Texas.

[britcision]

My brain keeps giving me the dumbest half-baked Mithrun thoughts and I’m fucking loving it he’s so self contained

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Brain: wait the Canaries’ whole thing is that they’re each super specialized in their field of magic Solely For Dungeon and Mithrun is the teleportation specialist, why did they fly-

Me: his fucking sense of direction. He’d kill them both and can’t be trusted. Now QUICK, who the fuck made them the scroll?

Mithrun’s got a homework duty of making matching scroll sets on his downtime

OR

They’re standard Canary gear - Mithrun just doesn’t carry his squad’s because he doesn’t care

OR

They had to go tell another squad they lost their fucking captain please can we borrow your teleporter

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Brain: man when you think about it “I wish I hadn’t joined the Canaries” is an incredibly basic wish compared to Thistle’s whole mess

Me: This is probably why the demon decided he was a weak ass bitch and spat him out unfinished when it couldn’t gather enough power from him to go critical

(And was murdered by Milsiril and co, wonder what they were doing for 5 years while Mithrun was the dungeon lord. Hopefully they left and came back with reinforcements… they were the same squad)

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For bonus points: Mithrun’s family is known for silver hair and eyes, which his older brother lacks.

Mithrun is definitively his mother’s child, and has those traits. He’s the bastard, so he could not have gotten them from his brother’s father.

3 options in ascending order of unhingedness:

1) it’s the mother’s side that are known for the silver hair and eyes. Unlikely, unless the father carried his older brother since assuming infidelity means it must be the sire in question, not the parent who carried the baby.

It’s harder to fake who a baby came out of, he’d be “swapped at birth”, not a bastard

2) Mithrun’s mother cheated with a member of her husband’s family (known for their hair and eyes). More likely, best option, the normal one.

3) both sides of the family are known for silver hair and eyes. Charitably, this is a fun coincidence. Uncharitably, they’re European royalty (prone to marrying cousins)

Statistically speaking 2 is probably the one but there’s mileage to get real fucked up and frankly, precedent among nobility for 3

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Also, Fleki likes to do drugs and use her magic in her off hours and the convicts can’t use magic without their warden’s permission

(wording unspecific but the direct quote until I get the official translation is “the convicts are unable to use magic without permission from their warden”, singular - each warden gets two specific convicts, which would imply that only that warden can give them permission

It’s not unreasonable to assume their captain or other wardens on the same team could give them permission if their warden dies, so that’s my head canon but it cannot be supported definitively by the text)

The point being:

Fleki’s texting someone for permission to go flying after she gets high and the boring version is Mithrun’s given her blanket permission to use her magic how she wants one time and it doesn’t need reupping

(Also possible that since familiar stuff isn’t specifically combat magic, she’s on a longer leash than Cithis or Lycion - but she can still fuck people up as needed)

The fun version is Fleki texting Pattadol at whatever hour she’s successfully acquired her shrooms and just bugging her until Pattadol gives in and tells her to go for it

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This is what my brain does at 3am instead of sleeping so like enjoy that

It’s possible my ADHD meds aren’t working as well as I thought tbh

[halfmoth-halfman]

MOTH

You have outdone yourself !!! Reading designer dress rn has me alll riled up (in the best of ways). Like your writing rejuvenates my soul. I literally felt my heart beating while I read it and reading what canary said at the end 😌😌😌 literally felt like the end of a trilogy but like part one of the movie. And what’s next to come is part 2.

It’s still clear that canary still Carries hurt from what happened and that it will take time but what I liked the most about the ending was the fact that it made me realize that , there is still no outright reaction towards price. We see her worry here and there but also the fact that she is still mad at price. What she said to price was not lashing out to him , asking him why he did the things he did, nor explain all the stuff she went through. What she did was say what SHE wanted/demanded, not for price or anyone else but for herself.

God I love this series so much 💚 thank you !!!

this is so sweet omg and very similar to how i feel writing it sometimes tbh like i def hype myself up just thinking about canary's revenge arc LOL

canary is def still hurt from her time with makarov, and i think she doesn't even realize how much has really stuck with her yet. she kind of has that internal battle where she knows she doesn't trust him and is hurt by his betrayal, but she's still worried about him being at shepherd's mercy

but then they reunite and this powerful man is quite literally on his knees waiting for her to give him orders, and she pushes all of that to the side because she knows what she wants and what she wants is revenge. and if price is going to help her get it, she can hold back her hurt for just a little bit. not forever, of course because he has to grovel a least a little bit more tho ;)

thank you so much reading omg 💜

[readymades2002]

wrt to that post you made on dunmeshi and marcille's wish - it feels very much like she's oversimplifying the prejudice she's aiming to solve imo, which is well established in the text (especially with how half-foots, ogres, and so-called "demi-humans" like kobolds and orcs are treated). she's wrapping up her personal fears and rather unique experiences as a half-elf with her idealism and over-ambition to create a nice easy "solution" for the world's problems, without giving anyone else a say in whether that's the solution they want. laois is very right to call her out for forcing such change onto people without consultation. hell, people in the room are vocally opposed to the idea. in her arrogance, she's falling into the same prejudice she's trying to fix - of COURSE everyone wants to live as long as marcille, why wouldn't they, isn't it more desirable and better to live as long as possible? i think combined with the world-building, her proposal comes across similarly to the sort of 'assimilation not liberation' activism that comes from privileged people not letting the marginalised speak for their wants and needs. for me, it'd be like the equivalent of wishing that everyone would speak common - and in the process, not considering how that might devalue other languages that come with history, culture etc. marcille devalues a half-foots 50 years of life by insisting they must all long for 1000

this is a really really brilliant take! i hadn't even put together marcille calling thistle on "elves always assume everyone wants to be like them" while doing the same thing! the power of dungeon master (for this specific dungeon at least, i think mithrun's goals are different in a way) is wrapped up in someone believing they can do what's best for everyone, which, when handling it alone, always comes with the asterisk of believing they Know what's best for everyone. and of COURSE that goes perfectly with the position of elves in this world, because that kind of...i don't have a great vocabulary when talking about these dynamics so i'm sorry if i word it clumsily but that kind of Paternal?? the. the thing where someone sees other cultures as less developed than they are and thus in need of protection and guidance. that bullshit! that's what elves in dunmeshi do all the time as a class so thistle and marcille continuing to do that as individuals is an extension of that

the comparison to assimilation activism is one i wouldn't have thought of! that's really interesting! marcille using her proximity to elven...ness...to perpetuate the same behavior the canaries do feels like it works with that really well to me? that very..."girlboss" move, where she's proving that even a half-elf can do the same things that elves do. something to that effect? that makes a lot of sense. that's really good. her solution being to simply bring everyone into the fold of Being Like An Elf and exercising power Like An Elf and not to think about why it is so important to her that everyone is Like An Elf or why the balance of power should remain in a place that is only accessible to people that are Like Elves. hmmm. this thought is still baking in my head i think. i’m gonna leave it in the oven a bit longer and see if i come out with something edible lol

what you said about marcille devaluing other lifespans is so interesting, too. she doesn't wish for a shorter lifespan, she wants everyone else's to be longer. i guess if you're expecting to live that long then cutting it off by hundreds of years would be kind of scary, but extending a lifespan by that long is ALSO scary! she's oversimplifying things, like you said, wrapping it up in the idea that a longer lifespan would fix it, when it wouldn't. it would help her in her experience with her lifespan, but she's just not thinking about what it means for anyone else and what could possibly be bad about it. and then she doesn't listen when people are upset or just so unable to CONCEPTUALIZE what she means that they laugh it off! its like. aghhh i don't wanna say its like reviving falin, where she did whatever she needed to to reach the solution she wanted without thinking of the consequences, but it also is a LITTLE BIT like that? maybe its more like throwing a pot of boiling water without checking that there isn't an undine around. she does what's convenient for her, she has all the time in the world* and rushes anyway, and she misses a lot in the process. or, really, she ignores a lot in the process. if she just works hard enough she can make it work for her, right?

(*she's going after falin with some urgency of course. i can't think of a better way to put this thought rn ^_^;;)

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Ron Weasley

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Technically, you and Ron didn’t meet until fourth year but the redheaded boy had been in love with you since the moment he saw you, which was during first year at the magical school. 

- While he was certainly too shy to approach you, he did do quite a bit of staring and talking to Harry about you; though he tried to pretend as though he couldn’t care less every time he realized how in love he sounded. 

- So fourth year comes around and he’s still just as infatuated with you; and just as emotionally stunted about it, as ever. But then, it happens.  

“Hey Ginny.” 

- You waved at the redheaded girl as you passed with a few of your friends, causing her older brother to stare at her as though she’d suddenly sprouted another head. 

“How do you know y/n y/l/n?!” Ron immediately asked after you were far away enough not to hear. 

- He spent the rest of their walk questioning her as to how she knew you and how you met and if you were close and blah, blah, blah. Ginny only got him to lay off after she started teasing him for being in love with you, but even then he still sent a few hesitant questions her way, all the while insisting he wasn’t all that interested. 

- Ginny is very pleased with her newfound power. It was like the cat who got the canary the first time she brought you over and introduced you to her blushing brother. Ron could have killed her yet “kissed” her at the same time; not literally.

- Even though you now know each other and are on friendlier terms, he’s still nervous and awkward around you. He’s always messing up his words, stuttering, tripping over things, staring, etc. He’s awful with women if you weren’t aware.

- And yet, you still seem to like him, and over time he does start to relax, even though he still has his moments.

- Ron never actually asks you out, you just sort of have a silent agreement. You start to spend more alone time together, you don’t date anyone else, you share awkward yet almost tender moments, etc. Your relationship status is later solidified with a; long awaited, kiss and a kiss alone.

- Ron is very much so a spontaneous “I’m just gonna kiss her and deal with the consequences later” type of person. He’s bad at expressing his feelings with words so he’ll do it with his actions, and he’ll do it quickly before he has the chance to stop himself; usually after a surge of emotions.

- So, in typical Ron fashion, he heard some guy mention how he was thinking about asking you out, and realized that you never did establish that the two of you were an item. He immediately started to think about how much he’d hate to see you with another guy and how much he cared about you.

- Because of that, he was quite distracted when he finally saw you again. He fidgeted and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as you walked together but just as you were thinking about saying something to him, he turned and laid one on you.

- Although you were a bit flustered and certainly very surprised, you kissed back and smiled at him as the two of you pulled away.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.” He admitted, his less confident personality returning as a blush creeped its way onto his cheeks.

- It’s in that moment that you’ve realized that you’ve fallen in love with a dork. A wonderful, beautiful dork.

- Though it tends to make him flustered, Ron is definitely a fan of pda. In the beginning of your relationship, he’s a bit defensive about it, like when his friends chuckle at you kissing his cheek or make faces at him while he’s got his arm wrapped around you, but he learns to ignore it and just brush them off. 

- Handholding. 

- Leaning your head on his shoulder. Perhaps it’s because it’s you initiating a type of affection or because it shows that you’re comfortable with him, but either way, he loves it. 

- Hugs. That’s all this boy wants. Just wrap your arms around him and let him hold you close goddamnit!

- You giving him kisses on the cheek; or anywhere else? Unparalleled. Never stop. 

- Abrupt, passionate kisses. 

- Snogging. He’s certainly a bit clumsy at first but you don’t mind; you probably are too. 

- He has a few select terms of endearment that he likes to use: darling, sweetheart, woman, my girlfriend. He doesn’t mind pet names but please stick to a simple “babe” or “honey” and not something like “won won” (shudders). 

- Ron sleeps on his back most of the time so you’ll just usually lay your head on his chest while he wraps his arms around you. That being said, he isn’t particular about the position, and since he has a habit of snoring, you may want to try spooning. 

- Do you know how long he’s waited to brush your hair behind your ear or wipe something off your face? That little action is so important to him and even he doesn’t really know why.

- Bridal carrying and piggyback rides. Ron’s a strong boy and he likes showing it off, and feeling you holding onto him.

- Getting your food stolen.

- Playing chess. 

- Dates at Hogsmeade. Sometimes the two of you just wander around and get yourselves a little privacy from every bodies prying eyes; and third wheeling.

- Going to the three broomsticks. If Ginny is there, he will immediately ask to leave and you oftentimes find it too amusing to be annoyed.

- Obviously, Ron doesn’t have a ton of pocket money so the two of you don’t do anything too expensive. A lot of your dates consist of roaming around the castle and the grounds together, finding somewhere to sit and just enjoying each other’s company.

- Sitting in the courtyard together.

- Cheering Harry on at Quidditch together and later cheering him, Ginny and Harry on with Hermione.

- Exaggerated stories. He’s always trying to impress you and make himself or what he’s done seem cooler than it really is.

- You’re constantly making jabs at each other and lovingly laughing at the other person. How can you not tease him for being in love with Viktor Krum, it’s the only way you can make yourself feel better about his obsession.

- You can practically see the hearts in his eyes when you laugh. He loves seeing and hearing it so much.

- Compliments and flattery. Is it so you’ll do his homework? Is it genuine? The world may never know.

- Making sure he actually does his work and does it well. He would be lost without you.

- You and Hermione talking about your mutual struggles with the boys. Ron and Harry watch from afar, agreeing that your little gathering makes them nervous and wondering what you’re saying.

- He likes when you try to teach him things, it gives him an excuse to be close to and watch you.

- He’s always encouraging you and reassuring you that you’ll do great and that you can do it. He’s so sure of you that you almost feel sure of yourself.

- Although he tries to not let you know just how much he is, he’s very impressed and proud of you at just about any given moment. He’s never met someone as amazing as you.

- Sometimes he surprises you with just how much he listens. Oftentimes at random, he’ll mention something that you once said and surprise you with just how much he’s taken to remembering; sometimes purely because it came out of your mouth.

- He’s always a bit speechless when you give him a gift. Once he’s over the shock, he’ll give you a “bloody hell, thank you” and a kiss on the cheek.

- Ron’s taken on Voldemort and countless other dangers and yet you’ll still have to be the one to kill the spiders in your relationship.

- Showing him muggle stuff. Oh Godric, the amount of time his father spent asking you about the muggle world when you first visited....

- Spending summers at the burrow and writing to each other; even though he teasingly pretends that he won’t.

- Ron is the youngest Weasley boy and Molly’s a momma bear so expect to be sweetly scrutinized and then made into a part of the family.

- The twins and Ginny teasing the two of you; though they do tease him more when they’re alone with him.

- You should probably apologize to Harry I’m advance because this boy never shuts up about you to him.

- Lightly touching and checking on each other’s injuries. He’s very gentle with you when you’re hurt, he treats you like you’re made of glass.

- Ron has always sort of felt like he was second best to Harry and most of his brothers so he loves when you pay special attention to him. Listening to his stories, praising him, having eyes only for him, it all makes him feel so much better about himself.

- Trying to help him smooth things over with people; especially when it comes to Harry and Hermione. It’s awkward to not be able to talk to them because your boyfriend keeps you right by his side so you try to fix things as soon as possible.

- As we all know, Ron is an incredibly jealous person and when he gets jealous, he can get a bit nasty. He’ll most likely interrupt you and make you choose between him or the guy, wanting you to prove that he’s more important to you than them by going with him. 

- Afterwards, he insults the person he’s jealous of, maybe accidentally somewhat insulting you in the process, and tries his best to make you think the other person is a git. 

- Ron is constantly jumping to defend your honor and is always ready to fight someone to do it. He may act like an ass to you at times but he really does love you and your safety is his top priority. Nothing is going to mess with his girlfriend. 

- The two of you have quite a few fights, all of them varying in intensity. Ron isn’t good at expressing his feelings so that’s usually what leads to fighting: him just not being able to communicate properly. Sometimes you have quick, hushed arguments, leaning in close to each others faces. Other times, you’ll be having loud and harsh ones filled with insinuations and insults you don’t mean. 

- You usually give each other space, whether it’s out of respect or because you both refuse to speak to the other one first depends on the situation. He asks Harry how long he thinks you’ll stay mad at him and oftentimes asks the boy to talk to you for him, mainly to see if you’re still mad. His apologies are stilted but he does give them and knowing how he is, you usually accept them. 

- There aren’t a ton of I love you’s in your relationship, given how awkward he is most of the time; particularly when you’re younger, but he will occasionally blurt it out without thinking. 

“Bloody hell,” he’ll say in awe. “Godric I love you.”

- While times certainly get tough in the future, he’s been in love with you since he was eleven and there’s no sign of it stopping any time soon. You’ll stick by each others sides and when the dust settles, you’ll start to build that life he’s been fantasizing about. 

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 25, part one

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Holy crap, Episode 25! We’re halfway through! *Cue Bon Jovi*

Hunt Invitation

After taking a nice long break to watch Word of Honor pick lotus pods, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli return to stressing over the shitshow that is the post-Sunshot cultivation world. Jin Zixuan has come to invite them to the Phoenix Mountain Hunt, with a special invitation from his mother to Jiang Yanli. Jiang Cheng reacts to this in a mature and reasonable manner, while Wei Wuxian...doesn't.

On the surface, Jiang Cheng has matured in recent months; much more than Wei Wuxian, with his secret burdens, has. But it's only on the surface, as we'll see later in the episode, when Jiang Cheng's insecurity will take the reins.

Jin Zixuan is adorably pleased by Jiang Yanli's acceptance of the invitation. Wei Wuxian is less pleased, but sort of tries to suck it up. 

Jin Zixuan kind of undercuts the romance of his errand by asking Wei Wuxian for the Yin tiger amulet as soon as Jiang Yanli is out of earshot. 

As always, Jin Zixuan makes an impression by being the best Jin currently in existence, but the Jins are terrible. JZX is working to advance his dad's ambitions, and as such he is currently Wei Wuxian's enemy.  

(more after the cut)

Opening Ceremonies

There's a bunch of cultivators arranged for the opening ceremony. Later someone will say that this is more than 5 thousand people. Ok, sure.

As I've said before, it's best to think of it like a theatre production and assume the other 4,900 people are offstage or, you know, painted on the backdrop.  

The young lead cultivators from the four main clans are standing together. Nie Huaisang is trying out some new body armor.

The clan leaders are seated up on the stage, along with Jin Furen and Jiang Yanli. Unfortunately Jin Furen doesn't seem to have a personal name that I can discover. Her title Fūrén ( 夫人)  means she's the primary wife of the head of the family, according to this excellent meta. 

So “Madame Jin” is a decent translation...if you're French?  I feel like instead of English subtitles including borrowed words from French (”Marquis” in NIH), Greek (”Water of Lethe” in WOH), and other European languages, we could try borrowing Chinese words instead. Jin Zixuan's mom is titled, not named, Jin Furen. Since we don’t know her actual name, I'll call her that and abbreviate it JFR.

Wei Wuxian's childishness continues at the opening of the hunt, as does Jiang Yanli's encouragement of his childishness. I know she's had a rough couple of years, and it's understandable to want to baby her little brother out of a sense of nostalgia. But it's not good for him, and she shouldn't do it; she should encourage him to be more mature, just as she does with Jiang Cheng.

War Crimes Contest

Jin Guangyao says they're going to have an archery competition, and they're going to liven it up by endangering some prisoners. These prisoners are Wens in Wen cultivator uniforms, meaning they're not the noncombatants that were being hunted down earlier. But they’re still helpless people in chains. 

There are three different reactions when the Wen prisoners are brought out.  All the Jins are pleased, or neutral. All of the Jiangs, including Wei Wuxian, are upset.

The Nies and the Lans, what we see of them, are a little shocked, but not obviously upset. Based on those reactions, it seems like this is a maneuver that in-world is considered shocking and cruel, but not necessarily unethical or immoral.  Shocking, cruel displays of power are pretty normal in this world; remember when Wen Chao lit a Lan cultivator on fire just to say hello, and nobody complained? 

This whole scenario, of course, has been designed to provoke Wei Wuxian. One major goal of this event, and the whole reason for wanting Wei Wuxian to come,  is to get the Yin Tiger amulet.  Making him lose his shit in front of 100 5000 cultivators is a good step toward compelling him to hand the amulet over.  

We see Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli both signaling Wei Wuxian to keep it together, and he takes a step back and tries to chill.  

Meanwhile, Jin Zixuan seems annoyed by all this, and goes to take a shot at it, making it clear from his demeanor that this is easy and JGY is making a show of nothing. 

He hovers in the air and makes a perfect shot, pleasing most of the crowd and impressing Jiang Yanli. 

Then his cousin Jin Zixun taunts the crowd, challenging anyone to do better.  This presents a bit of a problem for Wei Wuxian. For the sake of the Wen prisoners, Wei Wuxian should just take this taunting and let the contest end, if no-one else is willing to take a shot. But for the sake of the Jiang Clan’s status, and his continued control of the Yin Tiger amulet, he needs to put the Jins in their place.  

Every Day is Blindfold Day

This moral dilemma is resolved with an abrupt tonal shift, where the humanitarian concerns of all parties seem to vanish. Wei Wuxian flirts embarrassingly with Lan Wangji and then goes as far over the top in besting Jin Zixuan as it's possible to go.

The flirting hits differently, incidentally, when you edit Jiang Cheng's annoyed reaction out of it: 

Lan Wangji doesn't seem embarrassed by Wei Wuxian's request, despite it happening in front of 100 5000 of their fellow cultivators. He looks Wei Wuxian straight in the eye for longer than necessary before turning away; it’s not exactly stern disapproval. We’ll get very used to this look, in Wei Wuxian’s second life. 

Fortunately, Wei Wuxian carries a blindfold with him wherever he goes, (gifset here), and he is such a good cultivator he can hit 5 parallel targets simultaneously without even holding his bow straight or tightening the string.

(OP fixed the angle of the bow for this gif, which is why everyone is standing on a hill in the background).

Everyone is pleased by this shot except Jins Guangyao and Zixun; even the Jin cultivators are clapping, and Madame Jin is presumably this happy any time Jin Guangyao’s plans go wrong.

With that they start the hunt. Jin Zixun challenges Wei Wuxian to do the whole hunt blindfolded. Wei Wuxian agrees, but the censorship committee said no, apparently, so we don’t get to see that.

Flute Hunting

We do get to see Wei Wuxian luring monsters into his nets by being too sexy for his robe, too sexy for his robe, and playing the flute.  

We also get to see Jiang cultivators looking puzzled while random monster roars happen in the woods around them. We do not get to see any monsters, which is probably just as well.

Jiang Cheng is annoyed and concerned, muttering "I told you not to overdo it" which means he didn't, you know, tell Wei Wuxian NOT to do this, just not to do it quite so well. Jiang Cheng knows what Wei Wuxian’s abilities are and he is making use of him, as he should, but he doesn’t have the courage of his convictions. 

Tree Confession

Wei Wuxian sees Lan Wangji and starts to say hi, but then he has a desaturated flashback to Lan Xichen telling him to back off, so he stops himself.  But then Lan Wangji comes over to talk to him.

Lan Wangji starts off talking to him about his latest anti-resentment musical discoveries, and Wei Wuxian pushes back, even calling him Lan Wangji, but gently.  Wei Wuxian asks "who am I to you?" and Lan Wangji turns the question right back at him, then waits a looooooong time, eyes downcast, while Wei Wuxian thinks of a serious answer.

Wei Wuxian says "I used to treat you as my zhījǐ" --which, as we’ve discussed before, is variously translated soulmate, confidant, intimate friend--with a strong meaning of "the person who truly knows me." Lan Wangji says "I still am." Coming from Lan Wangji, who NEVER says how he feels about Wei Wuxian or about anything, really, this sounds a lot like a confession of love. 

It definitely takes the form, visually, of a love confession, as Lan Wangji speaks, then gazes at Wei Wuxian while he waits for a reply.  Wei Wuxian's reply is this:

I don't think Wei Wuxian is oblivious (I'm speaking strictly of CQL, not MZDS, as always with these posts; they are different works). I think he loves Lan Wangji back, and knows it. But Chenqing and everything it represents are between them.

Lan Wangji is quite literally NOT his zhījǐ any more, because he doesn't truly know Wei Wuxian right now. He loves him desperately, but he doesn't know about his core, and hasn't accepted his cultivation method.  So Wei Wuxian answers his confession by showing him Chenqing, effectively declining to accept his still-conditional love.

Snake Measuring

Next we get terrible hetero courtship in the form of Jin Zixuan finding snake discharge on the ground and talking to Jiang Yanli about comparative snake measuring. Seriously: that is the actual conversation that they are having.

Jin Zixuan boasts for a bit, and then awkwardly tries to ask Jiang Yanli on a date. When she turns him down he gets mad, because he's a typical heterosexual dude even though he's secretly a delightful person...very, very secretly. Jiang Yanli, for her part, can't string a fucking sentence together to save her life whenever he's around, so she's not helping their mutual understanding. 

Lan Wangji attempts to hold Wei Wuxian back from beating Jin Zixuan’s ass yet again, but eventually JYL wants to leave, JZX tells her to wait, and WWX intervenes. Why doesn't Jiang Yanli have a maid or Jiang cultivator with her while she's on a date, incidentally? These kids are confused about whether they're doing feudal patriarchy or whether they're doing modern social life.

Jin vs. Jiang

Wei Wuxian jumps in between Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan, which JZX objects to. Jin Zixuan has no fucking business objecting and Wei Wuxian is 100% right, at this point. As soon as WWX shows up JZX should hand her off to her Shidi, bow, and leave her the fuck alone. Instead, he draws his sword on Wei Wuxian, and kind of on Jiang Yanli since she's right behind Wei Wuxian.  Fortunately, Lan Wangji blocks him. 

This instantly blows up into a Jiang-Jin Clan conflict, with Jiang Cheng unfortunately absent since he let his unmarried sister go off in the woods alone with the son of the Cultivaton world's most famous lecher. It looks like it’s a personal conflict, but since Jin Zixuan already told Wei Wuxian directly that Jin Guangshan wants his amulet, any arguments between them are part of a larger power struggle. 

Cousin Jin Zixun comes running up to start shit. Wei Wuxian pretends--I am SURE he's pretending--not to know who he is. The dude hassles Wei Wuxian every time he sees him; Wei Wuxian is a troll, and right now CJXZ is butting in to something that doesn't concern him. Rather than argue, Wei Wuxian insults him by telling him he’s not memorable.

Jin Furen shows up with several maids and cultivator dudes in tow, which is the proper way for a highborn woman to wander around in the woods. She also brings Clan Leader Yao, because if it's Wei Wuxian Blaming Hours, Yao is going to be there.  

I initially found the deep friendship between superhot Yi Zuyuan and dumpy Jin Furen implausible, but then I remembered that my lifelong bestie is a smokin' hot redhead with impeccable fashion sense, while I am a roly-poly nerd.  Friends don’t always match. Also, Jin Furen's actress, Hu Xiaoting, looks like this: 

...so she is actually hot in real life. Not as hot as Zhang Jingtong (who plays Yu Ziyuan) but literally nobody is as hot as Zhang Jingtong. Don't @ me, you know I'm right.

This is a heck of a long scene, so we’ll pick it up in part two! 

Soundtrack: Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

Writing prompt: Newly-divorced, cold-hearted CEO Yu Ziyuan buys an apartment next door to newly-divorced, warm-hearted pastry chef ...uhh let's call her Jin Dàngāo (蛋糕), sure. She can name her business after herself. 

They discover their daughter & son are in the same college class, and so they meet up over coffee....several times...trying to matchmake their hopeless, hapless kids, while bonding over their own terrible (former) taste in husbands. Who will Cupid strike first, the kids or the moms?

[roofcatfanart]

Virtual Reality Au

Ok so this is a superbat au bc fuck you I like it. Anyway, simply jotting down ideas. I was inspired A Game You Can’t Win by NightFoilage so go check it out.

So this au takes place in a no powers universe but set in thee future so more furutistic stuff like holograms, underwater cities, and the ability for same sex couples to produce children by combining DNA. Clark worked in Metropolis with Louis at the Daily Planet while Bruce operates as a funder of Gotham charities and Wayne Industries. Clark and Louis were previously married but then came to the decision that they were not what each other needed but still stayed friends. They were married for about 12 years. Bruce and Selina were engage but after an accident talked to one another and admitted that they were better off as friends. The bat kids call her aunt Selina.

Now, Clark and Bruce have been playing video games together for about 20 years, 5 years together and 15 with the other league members. They all have their own lives but are fairly tight knit. Now, they haven’t met up in real life or told each other their names because they all think of each other as civilians while they all work in dangerous fields.

Diana is an ambassador and princess for her island country which she rules with her mother and aunt.

Arthur (Jason Mamoa bc he is the only valid aquaman, he made aquaman COOL)  is the heir for the throne to Atlantis working with his mother to rule and keep the peace.

Barry works as one of the countries top forensic scientists, having helped solve several high case murders and crimes.

Hal worked as a Air Force pilot before working with Green Lantern peace corps to maintain peace between nations.

John was a marine who joined the Green Lantern Corps and is often paired with Hal in game and irl.

Shayera was a double agent working to expose a terrorist group. She and John are married :3

J’oan works as a therapist for all lot of people, specifically higher profitable people (not anyone in the league).

Black Canary works as a bodyguard, is vibing with Oliver.

Ollie works in the same vain as Bruce but instead works as an investigator and aid to his city as well as a business partner to Bruce.

Clark is Louis partner editor and ex-Husband which puts a target on his back from everyone she’s exposed.

Bruce is Bruce minus Batman but in video game.

God I made this is much more complicated than it needed to be and like half of this is background stuff. Anyway carrying on!

So! The League has been playing games together for years, anything from Resident Evil to Minecraft to Among us. They are a fairly small group of content creators, mostly recording their games or doing charity streams. They trade off on editing so that its not on one person.

Then Dynamic Creation released. (yes is DC no im not being Lazy wdym)

Dynamic Creation is a virtual reality game based in a world with superheros and Villains. To take from NightFoilage’s story there are three classes players can take being civilians, heroes or villains. With realistic A.I. and amazing worlds to explore, it is one of the most looked forwarded to games that year.

So the league picks up the game, agreeing to go off on their own to explore and level up until they are at the level to make an alliance. They each have their own series of what they do as characters while still making join content about other games.

Now, the kicker?

Not a single one of the kids knows that their parent/guardian play video games or are League members. Which leads to interesting shenanigans when the kids make accounts trying to meet up with the league members.

Jason and Damian get into a fight about wether or not Batman would favor them, Dick trying to impress Batman, Tim donating money to earn his favor etc.

Bruce isn’t sure how to feel and mentions that they really seem to like Batman and they somehow got to taking about how Superman and Batman would be a cool couple. (Bruce is only barely not showing any emberessment on his face

The League was understandably laughing their asses off.

So we are focused on Bruce and Clark’s journey through DC and them trying to figure out if the other likes them back (Spoiler they’ve been crushing for a long while)

While all this is going on, there is a plot by Lex luthor to take over DC and use it for less than legal things and he uses henchmen (think ready player One where its a race to win the oasis but instead its Luthor trying to sabotage in game via sixers)

Now regarding Conner and Jon, Clark and Louis knew Lex Luthor, Clark knew him from smallvile while Louis knew him from her journalism. Lex had an obsession with the both of them and was constantly trying to be in their lives intimate (this is bc he’s a fucking creep literally nothing else). So when they got married he took their DNA (idk how just go with it) and made Conner. After Connor started to look alot like Clark he made Jon who looked like Louis. Neither Clark or Louis knew about this nor Conner and Jon so up until Conner was 15. His class took a genetics test for his science class and his results come back not as the son of Lex Luthor but as Clark and Louis.

Now young justice is a group as well as the titans with Jason and the outlaws a thing. Connor doesn’t know what to do, specifically since Lex isn’t exactly a good person, and he has Jon tested too just in-case he is Luthor’s bio-son. He isn’t so Connor went to his friends about what to do. He contacts Clark and asks to meet up for an interview while Tim does a background check on Clark.

They meet up, Connor drops the bombshell. Clark is surprised which Connor shows the DNA tests and his dono's files. Clark is also unsuprised at the fact that Luthor did this considering he and Louis have a restraining order against Luthor. Clark is conserned about Connor being raise by Luthor and then Connor mentions Jon which makes Clark even more worried so after they finish that up he asks Connor if he’s fine with Clark telling Louis. Connor agrees and Clark calls Louis who is currently working on the story of the Amazon-Atlantis- United Nations treaty.

They talk ad contact Connor and Jon again asking if they want to get too know them. So they do, Luthor finds out then tries to use the boys to get close to Clark. That goes horibble and Connor blackmails Luthor into letting them stay with Clark bc now he realizes that Luthor was a horrible person.

So the start of the fic is the first day of DC and the league growing while Clark and Bruce flutter around each other and about a yyear in deside to date, but no revealing their names admitting to each other that they are worried about their lives being dangorous.

Adventually everyone meets up at DynamicCon, which is held two years after the start of the fic. All the kids meet up and its the spiderman meme for the adults when it clicked in Barry’s head and he hugged Bruce.

Exestancal crisis for the kids though and the adults are enjoying it.

Luthor puts his plan into motion and all the league and kids deafened the game alongside other players, with Tim, Victor and Bruce ending Luthor’s reign by giving his systems a virus that breaks the connection to the game.

Happy ending :)

[vivianweasley]

Pride and Prejudice (Chapter 5)

Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley. 

In this chapter: It’s already the last month of your fake marriage. Is all of this really going to end?

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, misunderstanding, insecurity, mean relatives, reader being jealous?

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I apologize for not updating for so long cuz I was feeling burnt out. And I apologize in advance for this chapter, but since it’s Pride and Prejudice themed, I had to include a part like this afghjldfk Also, I may or may not named one of the characters after a Pride and Prejudice character:)

Pictures are from Pinterest. Credit goes to the original owners.

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on any platform! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

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Sometimes you would wonder what would it be like if you and Fred were friends when you were still in Hogwarts. And as your mind wandered through these imaginary scenarios, you would also daydream about what would it be like if you went to the Yule Ball with him. But regardless, just being in this moment, dancing with him to your favorite love song, was magical enough.

You were invited to Fred’s cousin’s wedding, along with the other Weasleys. Playing the character of Fred’s wife for almost eleven months now made you a regular guest to all kinds of the Weasley family gatherings. 

As the music played and the guests joining the bride and groom on the dance floor, you and Fred decided to join, too. 

“I’m definitely playing this song at my own wedding!” you were excited when your favorite love song started playing.

“And I’m definitely play something livelier,” Fred smiled as he commented.

“Glad we’re not having the same wedding then,” you glared at him, trying hard not to step on his foot. “I have a feeling our idea of an ideal wedding would be completely different.”

“So what is your ideal wedding?” Fred asked. You looked up at him and realized he looked sincere. 

“I haven’t really thought about it, but a small wedding with my close family and friends would be nice,” you answered. You left out one detail. All you could think of now was what would it be like if you could really marry Fred. But of course, you wouldn’t tell him that, “I’m assuming yours would be something more exciting.” 

“Of course!” If you paid attention, you would notice the blush climbing up on Fred’s cheeks, but you were too flustered by your own daydreams. 

“Let me guess, someone would probably turn into a canary.”

“Very likely,” he replied while twirling you around with the music, “and that someone is probably you!”

You laughed as you twirled. You weren’t paying close attention to your steps, and your right foot tripped your left foot. But you landed in Fred’s arm.

You looked up at him as your heartbeat started to pick up. Your lips were only inches away now that you could already feel his breath brushing lightly against your lips. 

You didn’t know how long has passed as you two both froze on the spot. Just a little bit closer and your lips would be pressing together. You never knew you wanted this kiss so desperately until now, and the fact that this was already the last month of your one-year marriage contract made it worse. You would be lying if you say you have never fantasized about Fred reciprocating your feelings, and this fake marriage could turn into a real one by the end of the year. 

“Fred?” A voice interrupted this moment and your daydream.

Fred pulled away awkwardly with the blush still tainting his cheeks. “Mrs. Collins? Maureen?”  You turned and saw the owner of the voice was an older woman and beside her was a beautiful younger woman, who’s about your age.

“Freddie! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Mrs. Collins pulled Fred into a hug, and when she finally let go of him, her eyes turned to look at you.

“Oh, Mrs. Collins, this is Y/N.”

You put on a polite smile and held out your hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N-”

“Malfoy!” she cut you off, without acknowledging your hand, “I’ve heard that Freddie married a Malfoy. How interesting! How did you two meet?”

The way she said “Malfoy” and her question stung you. From past experiences, you knew this conversation is probably not going to end well. “Our parents are actually old friends, so we met when we were still little,” you answered, hands fidgeting and not looking at Mrs. Collins.

“What a coincidence! Cause Maureen and Fred have also known each other since they were kids, isn’t that right, Freddie?”

“Yea,” Fred smiled, not noticing how your expression froze in an awkward state, “Oh, Y/N, this is Maureen. We used to be friends when we were kids until she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“Hey, it wasn’t like I had a choice!” She slapped on Fred’s arm, causing Fred to laugh while pretending to be hurt.

Watching them interact so naturally, you suddenly felt like you were interrupting something. A horrible feeling crept up in your mind. What if there’s already someone in Fred’s life, yet you still forced him to sign this stupid marriage contract?

“And Maureen’s an interior designer now! So if your little shop needs a makeover, I’m sure Maureen’s willing to help,” Mrs. Collins suggested. Her tone and expression all reminded you of your mum when she tried to set you and Fred up.

“Oh right! Fred,” Mrs. Collins continued, “come say hi to the rest of the family! I’m sure they all missed you a lot.”

“I would love to, but Y/N...” Fred looked at you. You couldn’t figure out what his expression meant? Was this an excuse because he didn’t want to go? Or did he want to go?

You didn’t know why insecurity started to cloud your brain. Growing up, you always thought you’re proud most of the time, but this was not the case when it comes to your last name. You knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. The history and crime this name carried have nothing to do with you. And you knew feeling ashamed of it gives it power over you, but all you could do was retreating to your shell whenever someone brought up your last name.

So your final decision was, “It’s okay, you can go. I’ll go find Ginny.”

“Great!” Mrs. Collins started dragging Fred to her family’s table. Fred was still looking at you, but then you heard Mrs. Collins say, “Don’t worry about Y/N! I know she probably wouldn’t want anything to do with our sort of people, anyway.”

Your stomach sank. What did she mean by “our sort of people”? And more importantly, what did being your sort of people imply?

A few months ago, you thought changing your last name by marriage could solve everything. But the cruel fact was that it changed nothing.

And maybe it was your insecurity talking, but how could Fred not say anything when Mrs. Collins made such a comment? Did he not understand what she meant? Or did he...agree with her?

After they disappeared in the crowd, you immediately apparate back to the apartment like you were fleeing a monster from your nightmare. That was the only logical move you could think of at that time.

~

“Fred,” you kicked off your heels after you got back to the apartment from work and began rambling on about your day, “you won’t believe what happened today. I-” But the words choked in your throat when you saw another person in the kitchen. You recognized it was Maureen Collins from the wedding a week ago. 

You thought you already forgot about what Mrs. Collins said to you at the wedding, but those words immediately rushed back when you saw Maureen again.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re back!” Fred exclaimed, and he noticed the box in your hand, “Is that my favorite pie!”

“Yea, I didn’t know...” It was supposed to be a surprise, but now it just felt extra when it seemed like they were already cooking a meal.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier. This was really last-minute,” Maureen explained.

“Yea, Maureen was here to help with the makeover of the shop, and it’s almost dinner time when we were done, so we thought-”

“No worries,” you cut Fred off before he could finish with the explanation. You didn’t like the way he sounded. It almost made you feel like you were a party pooper. 

“We can just eat the pie tomorrow!” You tried to put on a smile when you shoved the pie into the fridge.

“Brilliant! All sorted now! Y/N, come help! Dinner would be ready faster if we had three people cooking.”

“Yea,” Maureen chuckled, “Fred was just talking about the first time you two tried to cook together. It must be difficult having to cook with an absolute idiot, let alone being forced to live with him for one year.”

Your heart sank. Fred told her that the marriage is fake? According to your contract, he shouldn’t have told anyone, unless...

Watching Maureen cooking and laughing with Fred, your mind just couldn’t shake off the images of her living here and being his real wife. You had to admit that you didn’t like these images, but why should you care if someone else is going to live here instead of you. Your mum forced you to live here anyway, and now you could finally go home.

Home. You sighed as the image of home appeared in your mind. And you finally admitted that for the past few months, you also considered this apartment your home.

But you put on the contract yourself stating that you both could date whoever you like during this fake marriage, and you had no business in interfering with Fred and Maureen’s relationship now.

So you picked up your jacket again, “Actually, I’m having dinner with my friend tonight-”

“But I thought you were planning to eat at home,” Fred pointed at the fridge, referring to the pie.

“Oh, that’s for tomorrow,” you lied, even though you knew your excuses didn’t match with what you just said a few minutes ago. You panicked, so you proceeded to say something that you never thought you would say, “Plus, I need to give you two space.” You even said it with a wink, covering for the fact that you panicked, and you just rushed out the door before anyone could say anything. 

~

You went back to your parents’ house for the night and only returned to the apartment the next morning. Knowing the exact time when Fred would usually go downstairs to the joke shop, you successfully apparated into the apartment without bumping into anyone. You just wanted to avoid seeing him.

You decided to start packing up. There are only less than two weeks left, and you didn’t want to occupy other people’s home for longer than you needed. Your pride demanded a graceful exit.

You knew it would be much easier and quicker if you used magic. Just by a flick of your wand, everything would be packed. It would be so clean like you’ve never been here before, but somehow, you just wanted to take your time with it.

And it was until you started packing when you realized how attached you were to this little apartment. One year wasn’t that long, just like what you said at the beginning of all this, but every corner of this apartment had trails of you living here and your memories.

It was just a contract, you tried to convince yourself, and now the time’s up. But it still pained you to remove your every trail. You realized you were not only removing your existence from this apartment but also Fred Weasley’s life. 

“Y/N?” You were so busy going down memory lane that you didn’t notice the series of footsteps coming upstairs. You turned and saw Fred, who looked very confused now as he glanced around and saw the packed boxes. “What are you doing?”

“Just packing up,” you tried to say it as indifferently as possible, “there are only two weeks left, so I thought I should probably start moving my stuff away.”

“Oh,” Fred paused for a moment before the corners of his mouth twitched into an awkward smile, “guess you’re finally free.”

“Yea, and so are you,” you tried to force a laugh, maybe he’s always waiting for this moment, the moment that he’s finally free, “I’ll move back to my parents’ house this week so that the divorce would look more realistic.”

His mouth opened, and you could tell that he was trying to say something. And for a second, you thought maybe he’s trying to think of a way to stop you. To say that he didn’t want you to leave.

But all he said was, “Okay.”

~

It was only around 6:30 am when you woke up. There were too many things on your mind that you couldn’t even enjoy staying asleep at ease. It was your last night here, after all.

Fred was still asleep with both his arm and leg on top of you. He’s an obnoxious sleeper, but you didn’t mind. 

You snuggled closer to him as your mind went through the nights that he comforted you when you couldn’t sleep, the sleepless nights that you would chat and laugh with so much ease, and the mornings when you woke with your limbs tangled together. It all felt like a dream, and maybe now it’s time to wake up. 

But before you do that, before you had to exit from his life, you just wanted to stay in this moment and stay in his arms for a little longer. You closed your eyes as you took in that familiar cinnamon scent and his cologne. Let’s just dream for a little longer.

~

Fred woke up with the other side of the bed empty. In a haze of sleepiness, he thought you just went to the bathroom. You would always come back to bed and try to squeeze in a few minutes of sleep before finally getting up and getting ready. But you didn’t come back today.

In fact, the apartment was awfully quiet today. He couldn't hear your footsteps rushing in and out of the bedroom to get ready for work. And he didn't hear you yelling things like "Did you see my keys?" or "FRED! Where did my apple juice go??"

Fred got up and tried to search for you in the living room, only to realize that most of your stuff was already gone. He collapsed on the nearby couch, not sure if he was still tired or feeling empty that you were gone.

How could you just walk away so easily? How could you just pull away from all of this almost like nothing ever happened? More importantly, how could you tease him about Maureen like it didn’t matter at all to you? And here he thought you two had great chemistry.

But without that and the contract of being fake husband and wife, Fred was confident that he could say you became friends. Even if you didn’t, at least you were roommates for a year, and that should induce some sort of emotion too.

But no, you just walked away, and all he could do was just getting used to not having you in his life anymore.

(to be continued.)

~

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[jadagul]

Yeah, exactly.

A cape is someone who goes out and does supers plots. Once you are doing weird vigilante shenanigans or themed crimes, you're a cape.

Now thematically, most capes have superpowers and most superpowered characters are capes. (Though this is partly for narrative focus reasons: you don't tell a lot of story about non-cape parahumans.)

But even if you have no superpowers, if you put on a costume and either rob people or foil robberies, you're a cape. If you're participating in the cape scene, then you're a cape.

One thing Worm does is it tries to explain why capes == parahumans. There aren't any non-parahuman capes in Worm. (And this is backed up by giving an explanation for how classic "mundane" characters are parahumans, generally with some variant of Thinker or Tinker powers or both.) And one of our early interludes is talking about Rogues, who are parahumans who aren't capes. But we see that breaks down really fast—in the original Canary interlude, where she's getting supervillain treatment despite not playing in the cape scene, and later on where it seems pretty common for Rogues to get roped into Endbringer fights. (And into cape shenanigans more generally.)

Justice Wing, with the stories I was talking about in the other post, has much more of a line there. Both the heroes and the villains are invested in maintaining space for non-cape parahumans (and there are a few who recur throughout various parts of the series).

And it also has an in-universe explanation for why non-parahumans can keep up in the cape game: "discipline" superexpression allows characters to achieve "mundane" superhuman feats through training. (E.g. there's a character who is explicitly non-parahuman, but does not miss any shot they take with a thrown or fired weapon. Their explanation for this is "I don't get why you would shoot somewhere other than the target??") And the ability to do this is (basically) unique to humanity for [metaplot technobabble] reasons, which explains why Earth has the unique relationship to super-advanced extraterrestrial civilizations you see in a lot of comic book stuff.

But yeah, if you're a failed standup comedian whose big break is ruined by the Flash, and you sue him or something, you're a norm. But if your response is to try to get revenge on the Flash with a bunch of dumb clown-themed gadgets—you're a cape now.

Now there's arguably space for: there are crimes that aren't cape crimes. If you rob a bank in a normal way, like three dudes run in with guns and balaclavas and empty out the cash registers, you're a bank robber. (Though you might get stopped by a cape and then you're at least involved in cape shit.) But if you rob a bank while wearing themed costumes and carry the money off in giant bags with dollar bill signs printed on them, you're a cape. And if you pull off a convoluted Oceans Eleven heist, then in cape media that also makes you a cape.

This page from Astro City: The Dark Age is an example of Kurt Busiek noticing the same thing I was noticing yesterday about the difficulty of keeping Everyman characters actual everymen if they're also going to get actually involved in the plot, and making that tension part of the thematic spine; they might start as the children of hapless, nameless civilians gunned down in the by the villain of some other guy's four-color adventure, but turning into the kinds of guys who can actually do something in retaliation turns you into, well, capes. Unless you maintain sufficient anonymity through the whole thing that nobody manages to make you as someone in need of a cape identity, unless you manage to ultimately detatch yourself from the runaround and fuck off to retire in Baja.

@jadagul related to what you were saying with the other post.

[thefledglingdm]

Umm can I request directors commentary for literally any Leopika fic you’ve written??? Love your stuff!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ahhahaha thank you so much! yes, absolutely! this is going to be long, because i have decided to do that scene in light of my life, pain of my ass. beware LONG BULLSHIT and spoilers below the cut!

ok to set the scene. i was TERRIFIED to write this part. because this is the climax, you know? we've had 150k words of build-up and emotional tension to this scene. while this has been a romantic story, this is the actual climax of the story. we've spent all this time in kurapika's head as he's dealt with his anxiety, his need for control, his fear of letting go. how he's changed as he's opened up his heart and his life to people outside. and finally he's actually working through all of his emotions and the progress he's made out loud, in front of everyone. and because he forgot about giving his speech until like five minutes before (sorry, kp), he is forced to speak from the heart.

For five agonizing seconds, Kurapika stood alone in the middle of a silent room. Above him, the string lights coalesced into a single shared point of soft white light that illuminated his space.

i so wish this could be adapted to, like, netflix or made into a movie. i put so much into this imagery. the play on light? the cinnamon topography? *chef's kiss* yes please netflix CALL ME.

Everyone in his life was staring at him expectantly, Pairo and Altair and Gon and Killua and Nanika and Alluka and Kalluto and his parents. And approximately a hundred other people on top of that, extended family on both sides, industry insiders, coworkers. All staring at him and waiting for him to say something amazing and powerful and deep about love and what did Kurapika know about love, anyway? He was a thirty-two year old trans man so terrified of his own emotions, so paralyzed by his fear of loss, that he did not figure out he was in love with his best friend until three weeks ago.

this is me screwing the knife in deeper for poor kurapika, sorry. this is so incredibly horrifying for a person with anxiety, as someone with anxiety. behold, the terrifying ordeal of being known.

Five seconds. Kurapika finally found Leorio standing near the back, leaning against the bar. He wondered if Leorio picked the same spot where they sat together the very first time they came here on purpose. Leorio sent him a wink and a thumbs-up.

the terrifying ordeal of being known and being so, so loved anyway. it was great to write in a way that showed leorio realized he was in love with kurapika first (indeed, realized that kurapika was in love with him before kurapika knew himself), because these little interactions shows so much how leorio is inviting and allowing kurapika to come to him on his own time. and supporting him the whole way, because they are friends!!!!

Breathe, Kurapika thought. Just breathe. It’s going to be okay.

this statement was not supposed to be a running theme/motif, but i'm super glad it did! i wrote it as a one-off line for melody, but then i was like, hang on, that's kinda good? every other time i write i'm like, hey, you could make a theme out of this!

“Um,” Kurapika started, his voice cracking. Christ, he sounded seventeen again. He cleared his throat.

my friends told me about how their voices changed and dropped on T. any trans person is stronger and more powerful than any us marine.

“For those of you who may not know, I’m Pairo’s brother. Kurapika. His older one, just to be clear.”

this is definitely something that has happened like a hundred times.

There was a smattering of chuckles around the room. He twisted to look at Pairo. “I’ve known Pairo since he was a toddler dragging a ragged, threadbare T-Rex plushie around behind him. I was there when he read his first chapter book on his own – Dino Hunter, of course – because he came bursting into my room at two o’clock in the morning to tell me about it.” Another round of laughter. “I was there when he got his first notebook, when he won his first writing contest, when he was published in his first magazine. I was the first person he told about liking boys instead of girls. I’ve watched him grow and learn and fall in love. And now Altair is part of our family, too.”

pairo and kurapika's lives as brothers were amazing. dino hunter is a reference to the book they both read in the manga that led to kurapika wanting to leave the kurta and explore the world.

i also thought that writing fit pairo well because it's a pretty accessible career for his eyes. he could type, he could enhance the screen and font when he needed, and he could do talk-to-type. one day i want to write a side-story of when pairo and altair met, because i have it perfectly formulated in my head and it's adorable.

Kurapika took a deep breath, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He confessed, “To be perfectly honest, I was scared when Pairo asked me to do this, because I’ve run out of things to teach him. He’s run on ahead of me in life. Settled down, moved in with his boyfriend – now husband, congratulations on that by the way – and gotten married, while I’m perpetually single and living alone in my loft apartment with an absolutely spoiled monster of a cat. Stop laughing, that wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”

emperor the cat was also not intended to be a character. i came up with him like, right before i started writing the chapter.

i think it was hard for kurapika to watch his brother fall in love and move on ahead in life. even if he was genuinely happy for them both. i had a conversation with a coworker a few months ago where we both talked about how we feel like we are "behind," even though we're both very accomplished. she felt like she was "behind" because i have a master's degree; i felt like i was "behind" because she was happily married and already had a child on the way (who is here and beautiful and perfect). and i imagine kurapika wondered if he was falling behind or missing something when he saw his brother succeed in love and business without really trying.

but there's no competition at all, of course. the world spins on, and we grow and change and find our place in our own time. there's no race.

The room quieted again. Kurapika went on, his eyes flicking over the crowd. He was starting to smile, too, now.

he's starting to realize this is okay, he's not going to mess up, he may actually have something worthwhile to say or share. he's getting more comfortable in all this.

“But I’m also a wedding planner – I know, ironic – and I’ve learned a lot about love from my clients. So if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share some of those lessons now.”

No one from the back shouted at him to shut the fuck up, that he didn’t have a single clue what he was talking about, so he thought he was safe to carry on.

how funny would that have been??? like, it would have been fucked-up and humiliating, but in any other situation?? hilarious. just killua looking like that dude in mean girls being like HE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE except it's like HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.

He thought back to Light of My Life’s various couples, musing over their own rocky paths to the altar and the beautiful, fractured glimpses into their lives they gifted Kurapika and his team. What did they teach him? What did they teach his heart, that terrifying, terrified lump of meat frantically beating in his chest?

More than you think, his heart seemed to be telling him. Trust me; I will guide you through this. Trust me, trust me, trust me.

*"listen to your heart" plays in the background*

also like. trusting oneself and your perceptions and your feelings and your heart is so necessary. it's an important part of healing. and being honest with yourself and your feelings is part of a foundation for all healthy relationships, i think.

also i really like writing alliteratively. the play on words with "terrifying, terrified" was. inspired? terrifying, because kurapika for a long time feared his own heart and feelings, viewing them as a loss of control; and terrified, because his heart is afraid, too. and they are taking this leap together!

And Kurapika explained: “Love isn’t just found in eloquent professions or grand, romantic gestures. It’s supporting each other through your lowest, worst moments and coming out the other side stronger for it. It’s standing together, hand in hand, against the world. It’s in looking at someone simply existing in the world and seeing them as they are: good, beautiful, strong, intelligent, kind. It’s in your communication and your foundation and trusting that all good things will come together in time. It’s in the family that you build together. It’s in the work you each put in to get through the hard times. Together.”

me: yeah uh-huh jj you really did summarize the fic so far.

this is also where i started being sappy and thinking about love. friendly and romantic love. the love i've seen in my friends, the love i feel myself in my relationships.

There. That’s what his clients taught him. Menchi and Buhara; Morena and Theta; Pokkle and Ponzu; Knov and Morel; Knuckle and Shoot; Canary and Amane. But so many more people showed him what love was. He pictured Pairo and Altair on his couch, laughing at him and judging him and helping him put his own puzzle-piece heart together into something cohesive and beautiful. He smiled at his brothers and saw the way they were clutching each others hands, mouths beaming and eyes dewy.

they LOVE their brother so MUCH. their view of the outside looking in for the past year, watching kurapika fall in love, go soft, be happier than they've ever seen him.

He told them, “It’s in the way you can communicate in gestures and looks, and sometimes, without looking at all. It’s in banter and private jokes and finishing each other’s sentences. It’s in casual touches and... pouring their coffee before your own.”

my coffee is never as good as when my partner makes it. my honey-lemon tea is never as good as it is when my partner makes it. my jokes are never as funny as they are when my partner and i finish each other's sentences, build off of each other's quips. we can communicate across rooms with nothing but a look. these little signs of love are everywhere and expressed in so many tiny ways. these examples here are between people in romantic relationships, but these apply to platonic friendships as well.

His eyes swept the room and found Killua and Gon. Gon had his camera hefted onto one shoulder, and Killua stood behind him, arms around his waist and chin on his shoulder. “It’s on the first day you wake up and realize the way you look at the world has changed. The way you open your hands and your heart and give what you have, simply for the joy of being received.”

to love? transcendent. to be loved? incandescent. to love and know that it is valued and cherished and requited?

and this was a callback to killua talking about, of course, how he fell in love with gon like melting ice. like sinking into a bath. and this was also a quieter callback to how gon fell in love. because it wasn't just that he had/has so much love to give, but because for the first time in his life, he got to see it truly received. accepted.

Kurapika saw Killua’s breath catch and Gon’s hand flex over the fingers interlaced over his middle. Heedless of their surroundings and of the running camera, Gon twisted to kiss Killua on the mouth.

SMOOCHES ahahaha!

He turned his head back to Leorio. The man had not moved; indeed, he looked like he was nailed to the floor. His eyes were so intense as they watched him that Kurapika was almost surprised he had not yet burst into flame. Kurapika said, “It’s in the moment you see someone you’ve never met before, but you look at them and just know, to your core, that this is really going to be something.”

leorio realizing something is happening here. something huge is about to happen, is about to change. and he's trying so hard not to dare to hope it might be good. it might be everything.

A chorus of oohs went around the room. Even from this distance Kurapika saw the way Leorio’s face went red, and he ducked his chin, looking bashful and embarrassed.

leorio: holy shit holy shit holy SHIT IT'S HAPPENINGGGG

How was I such a fool before, Kurapika wondered, How was I so blind, so willfully ignorant and oblivious. How did it take me so long to realize you were talking about me. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. I’m sorry I made you wait for so long.

this is important because it's not just kurapika realizing and accepting his feelings for leorio. this is kurapika's version of realizing that leorio feels the same for him. leorio is in love with him, too. and he's wondering how it was possible he was so scared and blind for so long. he fears he may have hurt leorio by holding off on this for so long, so he wants to be brave, take the leap, and see what they could be.

Kurapika did not want this man to wait another second. He did not want Leorio to spend another moment trapped in this limbo. So he confessed in the middle of a silent room in front of over a hundred people, “It's the first time you hear them laugh, and your entire world’s axis shifts beneath your feet.”

i remember the first time i met my partner. i remember the first time i looked at them and felt my world shift a little to the right. i remember falling in love and thinking that this one was unlike all the others. it was warm, golden, comforting.

Kurapika watched the confused frown on Leorio’s face when he heard that, amused by the almost puppyish tilt to his head as he considered it. He knew the moment Leorio realized what he meant when his eyes blew wide, amazed and awed and achingly soft. His lips parted.

gOD he is so CUTE. he's like oh hmm huh what does that mean

and then he remembers

i promise, he's not a huge dickwad!

and leorio laughing at gon's accidental gaffe and his sweet earnestness. and kurapika walking in. leorio realizing kurapika wanted to know him before they ever even met.

Kurapika made himself turn away from the arresting sight. “One of my favorite venues lately was the Roseview Ballroom downtown. Among its many beautiful, gaudy attractions are its murals depicting scenes from Shakespeare’s plays all across the ceiling. One is a famous quote from Twelfth Night: ‘journeys end in lovers meeting, every wise man’s son doth know.’ But the more I think about it, the less I agree.”

i'm such a WHORE for shakespeare, as any readers of mine will know. check out my modern college adaptation of much ado about nothing.

He turned to meet Pairo’s eyes again, repeating, “‘Journeys end in lovers meeting.’ But nothing is ending here. It’s just changing.”

life does not end when we start relationships! or when they end! or when we move, change jobs, graduate, go to school, drop out of school. happy endings in stories still aren't endings. the greatest constant in life is change.

“Because what I’ve learned in this job, Pairo and Altair, what nugget of wisdom I have to give you, is this. Love is looking at a world that can be terrifying, cold, capricious, and indifferent, and finding the person whose hand you want to hold through it all anyway. Because you want every laugh, every tear, every wrinkle, every spark of joy. Love is life’s greatest leap of faith, because you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. But you know exactly who you want to spend all those tomorrows with.”

me finishing this: dammit i just wrote out my wedding vows.

Kurapika looked around the room again. At Gon and Killua; at Kalluto, Nanika, and Alluka; at his parents; at his brothers. At Leorio.

He concluded, “So you simply breathe. And you trust it will be okay.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room when Kurapika dropped the microphone.

DAMN ME TOO THIS SHIT WAS GOOD TF?????? sorry my writing has peaked here.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Trophy Chapter Eleven

Masterlist

You try thinking for yourself and Daddy isn't to pleased and its going to end in tears.

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+, Smut, Angst, DDLG, DOM/SUB, Punishment, Spanking, Tawse, Crop, Ass play, Pacifier gag, Wetting, Wedgie, Toys, Humiliation, Overstimulation? and finally FLUFF cos we all need a bit of a cuddle after this shit.

A/N: So I am super nervous about this one...More so than anything I've done before just because of the wetting but it is what it is I've warned you all so read at your own peril. And this is long hence why I couldn't have it in the last chapter lol I hope this makes up for the last one though... I hope you all enjoy

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You fidgeted in the seat as Luke sat there smugly, he was pleased you had decided to come. Just a few more weeks and he would be free! free from that tyrannical mad man! no. He couldn't get to excited yet, weeks...It would be at least two before they drag him in to court and you'd sing on the stand! you'd come clean letting them know just how terrible it was to be kidnapped, to be forced into becoming a sex slave for Henry! God! Luke was so giddy he could taste the freedom...And maybe, just maybe if some of Henry's empire was left standing he could take the reigns himself. He looked over to you, you were quiet and different like you were on a mission it was slightly unnerving. You were angry and scared and confused... He could tell but there was a calm that he had only seen on Henry, he must have rubbed off on you...In more ways then one. Unable to take it anymore he broke the silence trying to dig for info. "You holding up there Princess?" you growled clenching her hands into fists still facing forward gulping, you looked wound tight ready to burst. Excellent. Hopefully you'd burst into tears as soon as they got there! what a show that would be! you come running in as a damsel in distress hell if that happened you'd be put into witness protection and he wont see you until the trial! he flinched as you snapped him out of his thoughts snipping at him in a tight angry voice, like a little hell cat hissing at him. "Don't! do not call me princess ever!" "Okay okay I'm sorry...That was thoughtless of me... I suppose you don't like that name huh?  I don't blame you though what he put you through and all" you turned to him rolling your eyes at him. Really? but once he started he couldn't seem to stop, unable to shut him self up. "Not-not that I'd ever understand what he has done to you..We hear it but... We try to stay away-" "Then your complaisant in it? you knew but never helped...You know what it's like? You ever think what it feels like to have someone use you? Play with your body like a fucking toy?...To force themselves on to it? into it? no, no you don't, you try not to don't you? You would rather just turn a blind eye and ignore the screaming girl up in the bed room...You run and hide away like a coward" your words were cold and bit into him, there was an animosity there that he had yet to see in a female was this it? the famed 'girl power' that reared its head in the most dire of circumstances...Shit you were holding up to well,all previous thoughts of a simpering damsel died at your sharp tone...Like ice picks cold and biting, he had to know what you were going to say before he got there to come up with some bullshit excuses. He moved uncomfortably at your words...They hit a little to close to home. "..You decided what your going to tell them?" You gave a tight smile he had no idea what you were about to do, that you'd already figured him out, the man new nothing of subtlety...He was nothing like Henry, he was trying to be but...No there was only one king in this city and he was currently being questioned, you turned to him again and nodded wanting to placate him for the time being. "Yes I have...Do you have the bail money...I don't want to be here to long" "Well that depends of what you tell, them-"you interrupted him he was to be quite frank doing your fucking head in and you needed to focus anything you said today was going to have to be perfect and vague, You shook your head tutting and looked at him exasperated. "I don't have much to say I won't be in there long" you moved your head looking out the window as the building passed you by you had to hold your nerve in there. Had to tell them what you wanted them to know...Nothing else, nothing more. Go in a quick statement and get out with Henry... And when he gets angry; which he will your going to drop Luke in the shit you've had enough of the lies. "Look I can-We can help each other if you'd just tell me what your going to say-" you growled out in annoyance and finally snapped at him. "Could you shut up? for two minuets?  just two fucking minuets?! fuck sake I'm going to deal with it okay..Just don't wanna wind up dead okay just ...Drop it" He got the message and kept his mouth shut the rest of the way not making a sound as he pulled up at the station you got out before Luke could stop you on a mission. You entered and made your way yo the front desk. "I'm here for Cavill are they done yet?" Luke staggered up behind you trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on. Why had you asked about Henry? Wasn't you about to throw him in the shit? you were supposed to throw him under the bus and set Luke free...Or was this cover to get an interview or something?The officer blinked looking to you then Luke before continuing in a bored tone. "And...Who are you exactly?" you steeled yourself trying to be more than you were, wanting to be taken seriously as an adult and...It had been a while since you had that, it was a little daunting. "His girlfriend and this is our driver...What's his bail?" The officer looked at you frowning then to the screen she began typing away giving you sidelong glances as if she knew you. a few moments later she turned back to you. "Err well nothing...Mr Cavill hasn't formally been charged he is still in questioning" you nodded and leaned forward slightly that didn't make sense Luke said? Oh shit!fuck fuck fuck! You should have just stayed home! You faltered realizing just how gullible youd been, if he wasn't arrested then that means the police really didn't have anything on him, you didn't need to make a statement to help Henry out! You quickly decided you needed to get out of here. Try to go wait in the car or something. "When will he be done? its been hours " The woman at the desk shook her head "I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you-" you nodded gojng to walk back out side but Luke gripped your arm in a tight grip, he would not let you walk out of here not when he was so close to getting his way! "I thought you wanted to give a statement about last night you are a witness...I'm sure they would like to here your account of what happened y/n" you swore panicked and tried wriggling out of his grasp but no i was too late. The officer blinked at Luke then to you slowly seemingly remembering something and pointed to you her face lighting up. "Wait Y/n? Your y/n y/l/n?" You frowned at her unsure how she knew who you were but nodded slowly uneasy you looked to Luke who just smiled at you. "Yes how did you?" She nodded to the missing persons board you were there dead center, that hadn't been there previously did they know? "I? What?" The officer got up walking around to your side she looked smug like the cat that got the canary as she came to a stop before you clasping your hands in hers. "We definitely need to take a statement from you, follow me" Luke gave a hard shove making you fall in step behind the officer, you glared back at him but he just stood there stuffing his hands in his pockets he looked pleased with himself as you sent one final glance over your shoulder as you were taken into a room alone with an officer. They would break you, you’d squeal, Henry would go inside and he would be free and take a decent retirement for Henry's stash!

Henry chuckled as he sat there refusing to answer the questions choosing to invoke his right to remain silent...He'd been here hours but he knew they cant keep him long. They have nothing, absolutely nothing on him! they never do. Stephan was mentioned so he knew that little twat was the one behind it..most likely pressing charges, or trying to press charges on him. nothing would come of it he wasn't there he was at home. "Did you have any contact with Stephan last night?" "No comment" was the droll from the bored man. "You did you were seen having an altercation with him last night at your restaurant...a miss Y/L/N was there to" that got his attention the officer smirked as Henry sat up now meaning business, but Henry stopped himself and smirked at the cunt infront of him. "No comment" "...did you know she has been reported as missing for nearly five months Mr Cavill?" "You fucking leave her out of it!" the officer smirked "So you do talk Mr Cavill...you know shes going to need to be questioned Stephan named her as an accomplice...did she know about this incident Mr Cavill?" Henry growled low and leand forward glaring angrily at the officer who flinched back suddenly not feeling so safe in his uniform.Good he shouldn't "No comment" "What is your relationship with miss Y/L/N?" "No comment" "Ah right that’s a shame... She said that your her boyfriend...Should I go tell her you wont even own up to that? it’d only take a moment...Shes giving a statement in the room over" "Bullshit she's at home" "Home? Your home because she isn't at hers" fuck Henry snarled at the little man trying to play a big game...officer rook by his tag...Officer Rook was going to have a nasty fall after all this. Henry's face must have said it all as something else was wrote down then looked up again smirking and carried on.

"So a missing woman you have no ties to is living in your home and calls you her boyfriend?" "Your tricks wont work on me shes at home" a sly smiled crept across officer Rooks face, he knew something Henry didn't and Henry wasn't happy. "Oh no your driver brought her here..Been in that room for just under twenty minuets...I wonder how much faith you have in her" Henry jumped up swearing loudly "Fuck you!" the officer smiled at him "Right well that’s all we needed today Mr Cavill your free to go we will be in touch" Henry was quick to stalk out of the room wanting to get to Luke asap he stopped short as you were escorted out of the room next to him a female officer patting your shoulder. "That’s all miss Y/L/N thank you for your cooperation..We will be in touch if we need anything else" Henry froze his blood ran cold as he watched you move away from the officer you turned and lit up.You little Bitch

You were escorted into a room sitting down with another woman a kind looking woman. She was down giving a convincing smile but you didn't buy it they wanted you to throw Henry under the bus. She offered you a drink but you refused and took a seat instead. "Now..Miss y/l/n we are going to just ask you some questions today about last night? Okay? And if...If there is anything anything at all that you want to let us know we will listen...We have...Ways to keep you safe...Okay?" You nodded deciding it'd be best to play meek little woman for the time being. "Right did you see Stephan last night?" wow she wasn't wasting any time was she? you nodded no point in beating around the bush you wanted this over. "Yes I did" she moved shuffling her papers getting ready for some juicey info no doubt. "Can you tell me about that? What happened?" "He came to the restaurant...Must have followed us there wanted me to take him back, groveling really I said no" she nodded writing down your answer "And by us you mean you and?" "Henry..Me and Henry were having a date night somehow Stephan found out and got in, he wanted me to go back to him...He is my ex and can't move on...He was escorted out after I told him to leave...I don't want to see her again" she hummed writing down everything you said. "So Henry is your boyfriend?" and here we go, twisting the topic trying to find out as much on Henry, last nights incident a ruse to get you in here, just as you expected. You fluttered your lashes like a woman in love, excited and happy you didn't want her to know you knew what she was up to. "Yes! we have been together for a few months...Its serious..Think he might be the one! But Stephan is bitter over it, he doesn't like Henry would do and say anything to split us apart...Stephan and I ended on a bad note" she nodded fraighning a sympathetic look she didn't really give a fuck she wanted dirt on Henry. "A difficult break up?" you shook your head at her this was not going to fall on you! "Sudden...I he had been lying to me and using me I found out and left he wasn't happy...He followed me about scared me then one day he saw me with Henry and I was happy and he got worse" she quickly scribbled down a few more sentences. "And you said you'd been with Henry for a few months...Does that have anything to do with your disappearance?" You faltered heart pounding away did you? Should you? Your mouth went dry.This was it...the moment you could...you frowned should you do it? You came here to get him out, you had no real reason to protect him or give him loyalty.? Accept you loved him...Did you? Was it real this time....There was a painful jab that hit your chest when you thought about never seeing the beautiful man again, it was fleeting but it solidified our resolve. As you opened your mouth to answer she spoke quickly trying to sway your decision. She moved placing a hand on yours on the desk. "Y/n? Are you okay? You can tell me...We can help you" you blinked and slipped your hand back and down into your lap. "No I'm fine I-I was hiding from Stephan... I knew he wouldn't stop bugging me, looking for me and Henry he offered me a place to stay and I've been there ever since we...We fell in love and that was it..." you took a deep breath she didn't believe you but she couldn't discredit you. "So you live with Mr Cavill consensually? Of your own free will?" "Yes I do...I love him..." her face went tight and twitched she wasn't happy. She quickly changed her tone sounding a little snippy with you. "And why now? Why come out here now?" "Because Stephan is trying to ruin my happiness... As far as he is concerned if he can't have me no one can...I'm not sure what he is accusing Henry of...But he didn't do it he was with me all night" she perked up at that looking at you intently "All night? are you sure that he didn't slip away? For ten? fifteen minuets?" you shook you head at her giggling a little. "No he didn't, I'm never left alone when we play" she faltered not understanding what you meant. Good, this will make for an awkward conversation that she will want to end. "Play?"  you smiled blushing a little at her and shifted in your seat. "We have a particular interests... But I can tell you he was with me last night...We had a very intense night" that made her even more confused...And you thought you were being pretty clear so shes either innocent or just fucking dumb! "I don't understand? I'm afraid we need more then that...We need a reason" You looked around the room sighing fuck, fuck fuck! Your gaze traveled back to her your eyes squinted she was pissing you off. "I err...Its embarrassing" you went silent for a few moments looking to your lap picking at your skirt your confidence draining did they need to know...but it was the truth. "Everything is confidential? Right...just-just you and me no one else?" She lightened up sitting a little straighter in her seat thinking you’d changed your mind and was about to tell all.

"Yes, yes of course no one, not even Mr Cavill will know what has been said in here, this is a safe space for you y/n I promise" you blinked and let out a breath "Henry and I we...are into kinky sex...Bdsm...We had a very long and intense BDSM session last night Henry doesn't leave the room when I'm tied up incase things go wrong that's how I know he didn't do anything we were at it most of the night" you watched the woman flush as you spelled it all out for her and make her embarrassed you smirked a little happy that she now felt just as uncomfortable as you did. You knew that face though, she was picturing him naked...You can't blame her for getting all flustered your daddy was a fine specimen~ "So he didn't leave the room?" you bit your lip to stop your giggles when she spoke trying to salvage herself and be professional and finish the interveiw. But instead of making her squirm any more then she obviously was you spoke. "No he didn't" "Not even after you fell asleep? How can you be sure?"" wow this bitch was persistent! You stopped for a moment pausing...Why are you so sure? How could you know for certain that he didn't leave? think! think! she smirked leaning back thinking she had you but suddenly there was an idea out of nowhere and you blurted it out...This will fucking show her! "He fell asleep with his cock in me...Henry is...Large as I'm sure you can imagine...If he had pulled out I'd have woken up.....Now is that all?" You sat smug as she stuttered over her words shaking her head and swallowed dryly. Thats it bitch suck it up Daddy is coming home. "Err yes... Well just to clarify you and Henry were together all night .And you disappeared because you had a bad break up with Stephan and felt unsafe...Y ou moved in with Mr Cavill; of your own free will, and this Stephan has been looking for you,  he found you last night and tried to reconcile?" You nodded as she read back the basics "And you refused him then Mr Cavill had him escorted out?" "No security escorted him out, it was reservation only and he was causing a scene then me and Henry finished our meal and went home where we both stayed all night can I go now?" She nodded placing her pen down "Right... You may need to testify in court if Henry does get charged, or new evidence comes to light" you smiled and nodded to her she was trying to get a reaction...Anything to use you'd give her nothing! She sighed scrunching her face sourly before speaking "I will take you off the missing persons list as well" you stood thanking her as she escorted you out of the room. You followed and looked down the hall at the sound of foot steps seeing a brooding Henry stalking towards you from the next room. Your face lit up as you saw him and the two officers in the hall watched tryingnto notice any little strange details. But you ignored them both.

Henry! he was okay! You smiled turning to him and ran he looked angry but in that moment you didn't care you were just happy to see your daddy unharmed...Not that you thought the police would touch him but you had your doubts. He returned your hug stiffly rubbing your back tucking into into the crook of your neck and whispered harshly in your ear "What the fuck are you doing here little girl?" You pulled back ignoring his anger for a second knowing the officers were still watching you closely. "Shut up and kiss me" you lunged forward catching him by surprise he quickly played along moving his lips against yours moaning kissing you deep putting on a show for the police... It worked as they cringed looking away. You pulled back slowly and gasped whispering quietly. "Are you alright?" "I'm fucking livid! You are in so much trouble you have no idea whats in store for you little girl now move it!" You gasped looking up at him hurt why was he mad? Did he think you’d betrayed him? "Your..I thought you'd be happy to see me daddy... I came to help" he frowned and began walking down the hall ushering you out of the exit. "I didn't need your fucking help! I needed your obedience...You've made it worse no doubt! Just be quiet you've done enough!" You whined as he marched you to the car opening the door for you letting you climb in, you turned to him as he went to shut the door. "H-Henry please I was-" he raise a hand pointing a shaking finger at you trying to curb his anger and slapped a hand harshly on the roof of the car hissing at you. "Enough! ....E-fucking-nough!  Not a word!...You hear me?! not a single fucking peep! I'm so angry with you!" You flinched leaning back looking like a kicked puppy, why wont he listen? Why isn't he giving you a chance to explain? You had to try you moved looking up blinking away the tears blurring your eyes. "But daddy-?" He growled and leaned into the car pushing you to sit properly shoving and twisting you to face forward showing restraint he didn't want to hurt you yet. "What did I just say? Not a word! I don't want to hear a peep out of you! Not a whine whimper or sigh! You will wait until daddy wants to talk to you and not a second before!" You whimpered looking down trembling your bones shaking under the force of your fear ,he slammed the car door with an angry grunt and stalked around the back of the land rover getting in sitting next to you. He shut the door bringing a hand up to his face rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh he had a head ache coming. He cast you a severe look "Stop it...Little one stop your sniveling you know I wanted you at home....Put your seat belt on...Put it on now!" you ignored him to upset to really register what he said you just shivered replaying his dark angry tone controlled...Barely had you fucked up? you squeaked as he swore and lean’t across you tugging the seat belt and clipped it in harshly "Put your fucking seat belt on and stop fucking crying!" he moved tilting your head to face him, you jerked back at the cold fury lurking in his eyes. "Just wait until we get home!" you whined and quickly covered your mouth in panic not meaning to make a sound you were trying to e a good girl but it was hard when you felt so put out.

The ride home was quiet you glared out of the window feeling put out. You just wanted to help. Henry sat next to you his fist at his side on the seat you turned feeling more upset by the second. You shuffled forward to him but he didn't look at you just glowered out the window. You looked down, you shouldn't have let Luke get to you, you sniffled wiping at your eyes in vain as tears began to fall. Henry tutted at you as you cried quietly.Luke finally pulled into the garage and got out he looked back noticing that neither of you were moving. "Drop the keys and fuck off out..Everyone I want the house to myself now get fucked!" Luke sighed and nodded dropping the keys on the back seat between you and left quickly without a word. You both sat there in silence for a few seconds you were to afraid to move and Henry was to angry. He was fuming you, how? How could you go in there and tell them anything? Did you? was he wrong about you? He loved you so much, had he been blind sided? He spared you a glance it broke his heart seeing you so upset but, he was just to angry with you. He wanted to know what was said. The flicked his gaze over to where Luke had disappeared to. That was another question, the officer said Luke had brought you there. So just what the fuck was he playing at? Had you and Luke settled your differences to frame him? Or was there something more... Did you like Luke? Was he fucking you behind Henry’s back? All these thoughts raced around his head making him angrier by the second. He couldn't stand it anymore. Henry’s dark voice made you jump when he finally spoke "You embarrassed yourself today and you embarrassed me...I'm very disappointed in you and very very angry" You froze as he said this looking to him, even in this intimidating state  you couldn't help admire him, he was just to perfect to handsome and strong. His jaw twitched flexing the muscles in his shoulders and neck, his eyes had become a dark royal blue fury blurring the normally bright irises. You took a deep breath before trying to do some damage control. "I-I'm sorry I just thought-" Henry snapped his head to you and sneered menacingly, he looked like a bully like a cruel man...He looked like a mob boss all cold and fierce. "You thought what? That I needed you? That you had to come and save me? They had nothing until you opened you stupid fucking mouth!" You flinched whimpering shrinking back into your shoulders you couldn't find any words that could help calm him down but nothing you thought of would help. "I-I didn't mean to... I'm sorry" "You fucking better be little girl! Let me make something abundantly clear to you...Last night was wonderful! A step in the right direction....But nothing has fucking changed...Absolutely nothing you are not my equal! You are not even fucking close, your a baby girl, my a pet, my little fuck toy! And you have got a hell of a long way to go before I think of you as anything more then that...You just want to hope that these charges are dropped!" His word hit you hard, the most spiteful thing he'd ever said to you. You gulped trying to brush off the hurtful comments, telling yourself they were said in anger. But the damage was done, it felt like a hot poker jammed in your windpipe hitting you with a crushing force...Nothing had changed? Last night this morning? It had meant everything to you and...Nothing to him just another game, just another round in this whole shit fest you hiccuped through your quiet sobs. "Daddy I just wanted-" he growled at you flexing his fingers as he snapped at you again throwing his arms out in anger slapping the leather of the seats. "Oh I know what you wanted and for your sake I hope you fucking chickened out or you have got hell to pay!" you looked to him wide eyed did he really think you'd rat him out? that you'd leave the station with him if you'd told them everything? "I didn't tell them about...I just said last night you were with me and that Stephan came to the restaurant..That’s all" "That’s all you better have said little girl! You better be telling the truth and trust me I will have a copy of your statement by the end of the week and if your lying things are going to get very very unpleasant for you... So if I was you I'd think long and hard about what you need to tell daddy" you blinked up at him trembling his voice was tight and firm, low he had that terrifying calm and collected anger...You-almost felt impersonal...It sounded like when he spoke to Fletcher, even though he called you by your pet name you felt like you'd stopped being his little girl and was now just business, something he had to put up with, rather then something he cherished. The thought of losing him despite lying for him made you cry harder you still tried keeping your sobs quiet wanting to still be his good girl, he told you to be quiet and you couldn't even do that! You just felt so bad. He was angry so so angry your stomach twisted you were scared, scared of what he was going to do when you get upstairs, scared of what the police would do if they would try to use you against him? But most of all you were scared that in some stupid miscalculation you'd just destroyed the relationship you had with this awfully addictive man. You panicked apart of you debating whether you should run but you stayed looking down ready to face what ever Henry was going to throw at you this time however you felt like you deserved it...You'd take anything he through at you and once his anger had settled and you proved how sorry you was you could explain, what you said why you were there...Tell him about Luke and how he had tricked you and put you on the spot. After that all you could do was hope he would believe you. You'd be his good girl until he forgave you....If he ever did. "Now go wait in the office daddy has to get a few things...Wait in the corner hands on your head" you trembled again and moved slowly unbuckling the seat belt, you gave him one last pleading look but he wasn't looking at you instead he was fiddling with the car keys luck had left on the seat. You were distraught he really wasn't even going to let you explain? He was just going to punish you? You jumped out of the car then ran up the stairs into the house crying your heart out as you realized that maybe you truly meant nothing to him? that this man who you fell in love with was just toying with you and was going to throw you away once he was bored.

You cried the entire time standing in the corner your hands twisting the sleeves of Henry's sweater nervously as you had them placed on the top of your head, one slipped down occasionally to wipe your face. You were on edge terrified...What if he getting the ginger out again? the thought made you bottom clench painfully.... What if he had something worse? you shuddered at the thought was there worse? you shook the trembles making you panic and struggle to keep your breathing steady hiccuping and freaking out but you stayed standing as still as you could, you wanted to be good, you'd take everything he decided you needed then...Then what? would things be as good as they was this morning? Even though it wasn't real and he didn't mean it... Another wave of tears started and you coughed wiping your eyes and nose not wanting to be a snotty mess when he came up here. Thankfully or... Regrettably? You wasn't alone too long maybe twenty minutes or so Henry came into the office, you didn't peek you didn't want to. You heard a few items being moved and closed your eyes pressing you forehead to the wall sobbing louder. Henry turned snapping his fingers at you in warning. "Hey!...That’s enough you knew what you'd get...Now stop your pathetic crying you don't have a reason to yet little girl..." you took a deep shaking gasp biting your lip trying to curb your almost hysterical crying long high whines still crept front you against your will. You heard rattling and something being spread out over the sofa and something like a pot being place on the hard wood floor. He was calm it seemed ,well he wasn't slamming things. It wasn’t long before he came up behind you you shook knees knocking as he stood right close, his thighs skimming your ass you took a deep breath closing your eyes you dared not even breath! Henry shushed you moving your hair back combing it with his fingers gently until it was all behind you then pulled it into a ponytail still hushing you. The soft words and slow fingers did nothing to calm you, it made you anxious he was preparing you for something. "Hush now...Calm down pet, that’’s it good girl...Now you know daddy doesn't like to hurt you...No no no he doesn't but when you are naughty; and you have been very naughty he has to correct you...doesn't he pet?" The words were slow and collected a deep voice made deeper by his mood it was a tone that commanded obedience and the power to sway ones opinion with clever words. You jumped whimpering when he moved his hands from your now secure hair drawing faint lines down your back placing his large palm to your lower back then drew his hand down to the hem of his sweater that drowned you. "Today you will learn to mind me~ learn that when I put you somewhere,  when I tell you to stay you will stay there until I call you or collect you." He bite his lip at your tremble as much as he hated scaring you and much as he knew what he was about to do would most likely set you back a week or so he couldn't help be aroused by our fear. It did delicious things to you, your whole body trembled goosebumps rose across the plains of your soft supple skin and your breathing became shallow, labored whines and mewls wrapped up in each soft pant...And your eyes stunning beautiful and deep made lighter when all glassy wet with tears. As much as he would love to see them right now he needed you to obey to prove yourself, be his good little baby. He needed to know he could trust you. He also needed prove a point. "You are a pretty little thing like this, so sweet and innocent...Naive, but very very stupid much like a doll pretty to look at but nothing behind the eyes" His words were a baritone growl but what frightened you was you sounded like a thing...Not a person, he had always called you baby girl, little one..Pet but never, he had never objectified you like that before you were never just a thing. Never a doll, dolls were objects, things they were lifeless.The word coiled tight digging its way into your chest biting and ripping making you sob and panic. "Did you think daddy would let this go?..." he moved pulling the sweater higher drawing out gosebumps as he went, you were naked below no vests or bra...You didn't need them you were meant to be indoors all day. He growled when you didn't answer and tugged the sweater harshly slipping it through your fingers and dumped it carelessly on the floor. He grabbed your neck making you squeak and shake your head but fought the urge to grab him moving your hands back into position, planted firmly on your crown fingers interlocked and digging into each other. His fingers dug into your neck slowly cutting off your airway. He moved his face closer grunting in your ear a viscous whisper the words sharp and taunting. "Answer me princess! Did you think I'd let your naughtiness go? That I'd fucking let you get away with being such a back stabbing little cunt!?" You yelped as he shook you harshly you had to shift your feet to keep from tripping over your feet as his brute strength almost pulled you off your feet. But hearing a pet name did make you feel better not much but you were almost sure he wasn't going to kill you, which in your eyes became a real possibility when he sent everyone away. "No-o! No da-daddy I DIDN'T-I..I DONT DADDY PLEASE I'M SORRY PLEASE I DIDNT TELL THEM I SWEAR! PLEASE DONT-" you curled down sobbing louder fighting the urge to move, to turn and clutch at him all you wanted was in that moment was him. For him to reassure you, but what you got was biting words as he snapped at you. "Enough! Your getting what you deserve! Think you can best me do you? Well daddy has ways of keeping his little girl in line! You are mine! You hear me? Mine your mind body and soul belong you me!" In his rant he had released your neck all but ripped your skirt off and froze snarling. You did to knowing he had seen the panties you'd stupidly forgot to kick off when you came up here. "What are those?..." you went to twist to look at him but he snapped his fingers at you with a growl making you snap back up straight looking at the wall. Henry shook his head, had you been allowed to look at him you’d have seen his blue eyes blazing with disbelief and glee? Like he was happy he had another thing to punish you for. Despite what he said about not wanting to punish you he did, in his mind there was nothing better then punishing a naughty pet. He licked his bottom lip and pointed at the thin cotton, then snapped his head up? When he didn't say anything more you did turn tilting your head around and down to peek at the offending undies. "No don't fucking look at me! I asked you a question! Get your nose in the corner! What are these?" He moved a hand to sit on your covered ass and pinched the fabric you hissed as he caught a tiny bit of skin and whined jumping forward. "I..D-daddy please! I'm sorry" you jumped when he moved swiftly landing a hot slap to your bottom more followed heating your cheeks quickly making you squirm and jump trying to stand still yet wanting to throw yourself tighter into the corner to escape his palm. The tutted at your twisting hips and grabbed them in bot hands jolting you back to stand straight. "Keep your ass still! Now what are they? Hmm because they look like a pair of big girl panties on a little baby!...now what are they? You better start talking little girl!" He gave a few more strikes to your tender bottom then smoothed his hand over the cheeks smiling at the pink marks that frames the tiny undies, you bounced on your tip toes hissing and yipping at the light burn.

"P-panties! P-PANTIES I'M SORRY!please please daddy I'm sorry daddy" he tutted at you and pulled the elastic around one of the leg holes and plucked it stretching it letting it snap back making you yelp louder as it left a strip on your already sore bottom. He smiled at the cute sound. He wasn't to angry now,  he hadn't been since he took a quick breather in your bedroom but he was annoyed in fact he was having fun. He wouldn't be touching you if he was truly angry but you didn't seem to know that, and you didn't need to know either your fear would make his punishment sink in. "And what the fuck are they doing concealing that little cunt from me? Huh? What have I said about them?" His voice was almost teasing daring you to play up ,to ignore him and answer him. He plucked at them again letting it snap back painfully in the same spot as before making the tiny red welt raise throbbing. "I'm n-not allo-wed th-them o-on daddy" you shook trying to catch your beath your ass already alight and stinging the nerves warmed by his impossibly hard palm. "That’s right but if you want them on? fine you get to fucking keep them on!" He moved forward quicker than you could react fisting his hand in the back of the panties and pulled them high. You screamed moving your hands to the wall in front of you trying to stabilize  yourself. You screeched high and loud as he lifted you up by them, your weight falling into the gusset the undies crushing painfully on your cunt slipping violently between your lips then went back. It hurt as the thin cotton disappeared up between your cheeks stinging and burning your insides from the friction. You felt like you were going to be split in half when he tugged higher your toes just skimming the floor but couldn't take any of your weight. "No-daddy please stop-it hurt's daddy!" He clicked his tongue and moved his hand that held your panties side to side rubbing on your little pucker making it throb painfully, you wasn't sure what was worse the panties crushing your mound and clit or the burn of your panties rubbing the sensitive skin on the inside of your cheeks. "Kick off your shoes" you obeyed hoping he would let you down afterwards, quickly flicking the shoes off but he didn't let you down he held you there making you wince and cry out in pain panting and hissing through your teeth fat tears streamed from your squinted eyes. "This is what happens, daddy doesn't want to have to go over this with you again, if he does I will hang you up by them on the coat pegs in the foyer for everyone to see a naughty baby's cunny get its just deserts" he threatened in a deep voice sending chills down your spine. You nodded agreeing to anything if it will make him set you down. You panted taking deep breaths between your whines and pleas slapping at the wall. Trying to stop your feet from scrabbling around for purchase, each movement made your weight rock on the uncomfortable hold he had. Henry smirked and lowered you slowly and sighed at he let your feet got back to the floor he held your panties taught still. "You will not wear these again without permission if you do I'm going display you and then give you the injection and you will have no need to have any panties at all ever understand?" You nodded crying into your hands just thankful you wasn't still being held up by your ass.

Henry smiled and let go, good now that was out of the way he could move on. He captured your hands at they crept back to peel the cotton from its wedgie position he slapped them just clipping your hands with his fingers creating a swift sting. "Leave it you wanted them on remember now face me and keep those hands on your head" you turned whimpering hands back on your head. Your stomach dropp at what he was holding, an adult pacifier locking into the center of a long lilac piece of leather. You cringed shaking your head as him whining. "Nooo! no ple-please daddy I'm not-I'm not a baby please!?" He just tilted his head at you as if to say 'really?' And moved forward holding the nub at your mouth the kept your mouth shut tight but he just huffed at your reluctance.

"Open or I will open it for you, you need to be reminded that your not a big girl...But you don't want to be a little girl either it seems so now you are a baby; my baby now open your mouth" you mewled and opened up a tiny bit not really sure you wanted to see how he'd open it for you. "Good girl~ You see daddy has decided you have spoken quiet enough for one day pet he doesn't want to hear you~" Henry smiled a wicked grin nodding to you and forced the large nuk into your mouth he chuckled watching you cringe as you got your first taste of the rubber, he chose this particular  pacifier because of its size, large with an orthopedic tip that flattened out. It would pin your tongue down keeping your voice muffled and you'd sound just like a cute little baby girl! He gave a lopsided grin as he secured the gag around the back of your head watching you carefully as you eyes widened, ah there it was you really were getting a taste now. But the other plus with the tips size was it held quite a lot of fluid. You’d find in a few moments that the tip wasn't meant to be a murky golden color oh no.

That was the watered down vinegar and bitter lemon mix, not strong enough to burn your tongue but it tasted vile and the pin prick hole on the bottom would drip feed the concoction onto your taste buds, a fitting punishment for a tattle tale he thought.

"You will learn to keep your mouth shut after this pet" You pouted around the rubber in your mouth unused to the feel of your tongue being so restricted. Your eyes snapped open as you could taste something, sour and bitter it was...disgusting you whined shaking your head and gagged again as the bitter taste got worse you moved your tongue trying to escape the awful taste but soon found it was coming from the trapped rubber teet....It was being drip fed into your mouth coating your tongue. You spat trying to spit it out but is was to late as Henry had made sure it was firmly wedged between your teeth. "There she is just a little baby...A little naughty baby now go kneel on the sofa and put your head on the seat...Off you go... go on shoo" You cringed as he patted your bottom as the waddled slowly making your way over to the leather suite. It was slow going taking baby steps as each step made your ass and pussy rub against the trapped cotton. Henry didn't seem to mind trailing behind you probably admiring the view.

The journey was painful and pleasant all in one confusing messy of sensations, the thin fabric had slipped either side of your clit and pinned it tight to your pubic bone your steps made it move, the undies massaging the little bud from either side. By the time you got to the sofa you wasn't sure if the throbbing was from pain or not. You whined uncomfortably as you got into position slowly praying that he couldn't see the slight we spot you knew you left on the cotton, your pussy weeping slowly becoming needy. You tipped your head placing your forehead on the seat and looked at your legs. You squeaked as he came over and spread your knees so you could see him standing there just behind you. You whimpered embarrassed by having your undies still stuck so far up your hiney bending over had just made the material press tighter on your pussy your clit felt bruised throbbing and alive. Through the pain and humiliation you felt it, your arousal body coming to life under his harsh treatment. The beginnings of humiliation on a completely different level, you bit your lip trying to will away the sensations but it was hard. You turned your face to the side and wept. "Aww whats wrong little one I thought you wanted them on? You want daddy to take them off now baby girl?" He smoothed his hands over your back as he taunted you pulling at the loose fabric that hung over your lower back. "I-it hur-tss daddy! I'm my...Its ssore daddy Pl-pleasse take them off daddy pleasse" you begged around the bitter plastic in you mouth you flushed as your words came out distorted like a baby you had a lissp and just like a baby you were dribbling all over your chin you tried sucking it up but it just made more of the disgusting taste from the paci seep into your mouth closing your eyes as you wept quietly into the leather sofa "Aww baby whats sore? Your little clit? Hmm is it pinching? Or is your pucker thats sore?" You bit your paci and nodded squirming and pressing back trying to ease the tension. "B-BO-FTH DADDY! BOFTH...it's ss-sore pleasse pleasse! I don't like it!" He smirked and moved his hands over your back then down chuckling as he went. You grimaced as he pried apart your cheeks whistling low running his thumbs along the inner skin of your cheeks making you whine your holes twitching. Your pussy muscles coiling around itself empty and unsatisfied you groaned feeling another small rush of arousal coat the cloth stuffed against the wanton hole. "Ah ah! No chewing your pacifier~ if that nub comes off my little baby might swallow it and choke.....Now lets see about these panties....Oh my they have gone quite high haven't they baby?... Panties aren't as good an idea as you thought? Are they my little love?.... But no, daddy will not take them off yet. Your going to get your spanking with them right wear they are and when I do finally pull them off trust me you'll wish they were there to protect your little pucker." You sobbed shaking slapping at the leather weakly tears dripping down your face joining the spittal that covered your cheeks smearing around the guard of the pacifier. You peaked through your legs as he moved stepping back releasing your cheeks letting them snap back into place you hissed the action made the cotton move again clenching tight in instinct trying to push away the discomfort. Henry moved the few feet over the room to the implements he had brought down, he had chosen the most severe your punishment wouldn't be long, he could easily split skin with some of these. No it wouldn't be long but it would be effective, you will learn that pain is not the worse of punishments no, now humiliation that was a very effective tool. And to top it off he wasn't going to restrain you, you would hold position or he would start again. He smirked picking up his first choice, a tawse. Painful and biting it left deep red welts that lasted days you'd be a very sore baby. He would have to be careful no more then ten he ha decided this implement was very unforgiving and with the others he planned to use today he didn't want to over do it. You quivered staying as still as you could knowing that anything  you did out of turn would make him even angrier. You held your shuddering breaths cringing as you almost blew bubbles in your own saliva as he approched...What is that? What the fuck is that!? You almost jumped up when he stopped a breah away from you, the long strip was tucked out of sight but you knew what you saw that was a strap or-or a belt!

Henry could feel your panic and placed the tawse on your bare back letting you take a few guesses at what it was. You trembled panting panicking he frowned, he wanted you on edge, frightened not panicked and nearly passing out. He sighed and picked deciding it was best to ease some of your worries he moved it up letting it fall with a resounding slap on the leather by your side

"Look...Now this~ is your tawse but daddy will be calling it your strap, it stings and has a very nasty bite...you will get ten and then we will move on daddy has a few things he wants to make clear in this little correction, not everything is fixed with a spanking." You whimpered shifting as you turned to look at the long implement of your own doom. It was long about fourteen the fifteen inches long, about six of them was a flat sturdy handle the rest well, it was a strap long and flexible made of durable old leather. Despite looking old it was well maintained shiny like it had been oiled recently. The strap itself was two inches wide a small long v cut from the tip down to the handle, it'd swing faster. You couldn't explain the dread as he picked it up quickly looking between your legs seeing him ready himself.

"Count...You can do that cant you baby? Count to ten that’s how many daddy wants to give you... but its really up to you, being the big girl you tried to be daddy will let you decide....If you move-If you can't hold still then daddy will start all over~ So I should hope you do stay still as daddy doesn't want to be here all evening remember no biting that paci either~" you squirmed shuddering with new cries terrified.

You heard the movement, the swish as the strap cut through the air. Then he slap it was loud and sounded viscous...almost as viscous as it felt. You rocked forward and screamed high around the rubber the hit had been high on your rump and most hit the panties that gave no protection what so ever.

"Count Baby what was that?" You heaved deep breaths in shock of jus how bad that stung.

"One! It-I daddy I can’t pleassse Itss bad!" You sobbed digging your nails into the lather suite moving side to side.

"I’m sure it is but baby I can see your wet little pussy~ so it cant be to bad can it my love now ready? Daddy wants this over with, you have this and one more spanking and if your god daddy will make you feel better afterwards now straighten up the next few will be faster" you groaned catching your breath barely as he moved striking you in three quick consecutive slaps each lower then the one before. You called out the numbers two three and four screaming and bucking rocking wanting to get away but didn't want to start over, your cheek hotter than ever, the burn was extreme. You could feel the welts rise in an almost pins and needles tingle that remained. You kicked your foot up and through your hands back.

"No nonono DADDY PLEASSSEE I CANT STOP PLEASE" he simply moved your hands away.

"Well don't do the crime if you can't do the time...haha well that applies to you anyway...Now put those hands down...Now little one....In fact place them under your head...That’s it like that if I hit your fingers I could break one now you stay right there!"you whimpered putting your hands under your forehead as he waited he tugged the panties up a little more ad smiled

"Oh baby? Look a little wet spot? Are you excited? Its very cute that even when I’m spanking your naughty little bottom you still want me~" you whined as he peppered another four strikes up and down the legnth of your ass and thighs the same stinging lighting a fire on your skin.

"Noo Da-ddYYY SSTOP!" You cried harder almost choking on the pacifier. Humiliated that your pussy clenched with each hit making you cringe knowing he was looking, you could feel his eyes on it. You wailed as loud as you could with the rubber teet in your mouth every movement and sound making your mouth flood with the nasty taste that was still dribbling out onto your tongue making you cough as it went down your throat forcing you to swallow and suckle more out a nasty cycle. Henry grunted as you got louder kicking your feet before screaming as he landed another harder strike.

"Stop that noise this instant!! Honestly screaming the house down because you ended up having a well earned spanking....You know to damn well deserve it little one!" Henry's scold made you quiet down more out of fear of making him start again then actual obedience. "Two more than we are done with your strap... The final two fell and you sobbed into the leather below you adding to the puddle of dribble and tears that had formed already. He sighed rubbing your back moving his hand down to your still wedged undies and tugged slowly you sighed in relief as he pulled the trapped cotton from your ass quickly threading your legs out of the cotton with ease.

"Thank you, thank you daddy!" You sobbed Henry hissed a breath looking at your blistered ass the welts were bright and thin littering you ass in clean sweeps he could count the number of strikes he had dealt. He pressed a palm you them. You leand forward trying to rock away but he didn't let you instead rubbed softly barely grazing the strikes. "Tch Shh shh I know little one you are being a good girl... That’s it love all done see daddy hasn't got your strap now he put it away~....So so brave, brave little baby girl....But you need to learn your not Your not all grown up are you? Say it...come on tell daddy" you flushed at his words but moved to look up at him. He had nothing in his hand he moved to stand behind the sofa letting you sit up on your knees to see him.

"I'm a-a little gi-girl...A bad litt-le girl daddy!-I'm bad! I'm sorry!" He chuckled at the despair in your voice he moved forward kissing your head wiping at your tears he smiled when you moved nuzzling him sweetly trying to savor the affection. "No baby no your not bad...you were naughty and your nearly all finished...But daddy is happy that you understand your not grown up...Your not a big girl... you are a horny little one though whats all this?~" You shivered as he moved around you again holding out his hand glistening from the arousal on them. You flushed at him and moved your face away whining he chuckled wiling the fingers on your back and stepped away. "We will deal with that after this baby girl now spread your legs a bit wider...Come on now don't play up now when we are soo close to finishing my love...That’s it good girl I promise you behave just a little while longer and daddy will help with your little tingles" you flushed at the matter of fact way he had blurted it out. You spread your legs and not a few seconds later his hand appeared placing a small decorative bronze pot under your spread aching legs.

"Da-daddy? Whats? What are you-" you frowned as he disappeared from behind you making his way around the sofa as he spoke.

"Shh love this is just incase you make a mess you'll see now hold still you'll get ten on your little pucker and that's all your spankies out of the way and then we can move on, daddy will give you a little reward for being such a sweet baby and doing as your told and you can tell daddy exactly how you betrayed him~" you looked up at him over the back of the sofa blinking at him then frowned not sure you heard him, he was going to strike your actual asshole? He couldn't mean it could he? You shifted your eye to the long slim crop knowing he definitely meant it. You panicked as shifted starting to plead with him not wanting to go through something that sounded to painful. "NO NO PLE-PLEASE DA-DADDY I DONT WANT- I'D NEVER-" You jolted but he was ready quick to capture your jaw and pull you towards him and the back off the sofa straddling the bronze pot. "Oh no little one...Daddy has to know to teach you a lesson because daddy loves you...He loves his little one so much...And because I love you I have to teach you these hard lessons...Its for your own good" You moved back but he moved holding your jaw lightly moving tucking the tip of his thumb under the pacifier sheild running over your wet lip pressing up ton the tiny sliver of teet you whined as he action squirted the last few drops of the nasty mixture from it onto your tongue he smiled and shushed you. "That's it baby I know...I know its scary but I'm not going to be to hard on you..I promise just this then your punishment is over and you can have a reward for being such a good girl...Does that sound nice yeah?...Yes I know and we can get this icky paci out and clean you up" You moaned pitifully nodding resigning yourself to his final punishment praying he kept his word and wouldn't hit you as hard as he had with the tawse you don't think you could stand it

"That’s it good girl stay down...Your being so good, such a good girl just ten baby girl and you wont have to count...That’s it back down stay still"you crouched down he wasted no time swinging the crop making the end flick across your ass just clipping he tight ring of muscle, you could tel it was more of a wrist flick than a full blown swing but it was enough. You jolted up again trying to close your legs but couldn't with the bowl sat between them. Henry sighed capturing the back of your neck and pressed down keeping you bent your head on the back of the seat.

"Stay still love nine more...Just nine then its all over" you shook your head at him heaving deep breaths groaning and mewling as your ass burned that was torture you never realize just how tender it could be you felt the ring of muscle contracting against the sting that lingered.

"Now now you asked for this~ you disobeyed your daddy...I did warn you last time I had gone easy on you this time you are not as lucky now nine more" he moved quickly flicking the crop across your pucker then moved making it curl around to your front. You whined bucking away terror struck you as you quickly felt the need to go  realizing suddenly why he had placed the bowl under you, it wasn't a bowl it was a chamber pot, you shook as he struck the same way again making that terrible feeling grow you couldn't even protest. A harder strike landed just on your pucker then another even harder well placed strike. You cringed trying desperately to hold it but it was difficult each strike made you buck and tense your stomach contracting placing more pressure on your bladder. One final vicious sounding snap of the crop was all it took you cried out sobbing loudly as you began peeing into the pot below you.

Henry stopped at the sound mission accomplished. He wanted to show you how much of a little girl you really were, to humiliate you and show you just how small you were and how much control he could have over you if he wanted. He grinned looking down as you sobbed embarrassed and heart broken he moved tilting your head up to face him, eye contact was key here you couldn't forget he was here watching listening he shook his head tutting. "Oh whats this? Oh I thought you were daddy’s big girl? I thought you wanted to be a big girl from the way you went and spoke to those officers....Daddy thought his little girl was all grown up! And could handle her spanking?....But no your not a big girl are you? Big girls don't wet themselves" you cried out in pain and humiliation as once the trickle started you couldn't stop, you cringed looking down as your peed into the small chamber pot he had tucked below you. You squinted your eyes shut trying to remove yourself wanting to ignore your surroundings but it was hard you could hear your humiliation as you continued to empty your bladder into the pot. Henry smiled at your discomfort he knew this would happen, fuck he planned for it to happen many subs couldn't handle there bladders when struck so precise on their little pucker's... Especially on their firs asshole whipping. "Oh baby look you must really needed to go? no self control at all huh baby...Maybe your not a little girl? maybe you are a baby?" you pouted and whined shaking your head and gagged again as the bitter taste was still being drip fed into your mouth coating your tongue this was something altogether different just knowing he saw you peeing was mortifying a punishment in itself, you cried out pitifully. "See! Your just a silly little baby can't even ask to use the potty~ such an embarrassing little girl!...Hold on daddy has some we wipes to clean up his little one stay" you shuddered sniffling in and whining when you left him come back behind you taking away the now quater full chamber pot. You hissed as he moved a cool wet wipe over your folds but he didn't top there moving up and down cleaning your arousal from your labia making sure to be thorough. "Oh sweety that was only seven! But you did have an accident so daddy will let you off the other three... wouldn't want you to wet yourself again would we?" You sniffled ashamed nodding as he Continued to wipe around your privates then threw the wipes away out of sight. And walked back behind his desk taking a seat deciding to give you a few moments smiling when you stayed perfectly still. A good obedient girl who knew her place, waiting for him to give the okay for you to move. As it should be.

Henry twisted in the seat staring at your down turned head the way you curled up on the sofa embarrassed and heartbroken you were a very sorry little girl as you should be!. He rolled his fingers flexing them leaning his elbow on the desk watching your body shudder from the shock of his rough punishment...A part of him...A very cruel sinister part wanted to leave you there alone in your despair to deal with the aftermath by yourself. Make you beg him, realize you needed not just his love and his comfort  but also his permission...But he couldn't, he loved you despite what you'd done, despite how hard you'd just made things he couldn't leave you alone in this state no self respecting daddy forgoes aftercare not even for the worst offenses.Sighing he rounded his desk pouring himself a scotch he felt better but was still on edge. Once the crystal tumbler was half full he walked to the leather sofa placing it on the table beside it stepping over the chamber pot he'd covered and left by the desk out of sight. You shivered and whined hoarsely as he shifted you ,you wriggled wanting to be left alone but he wouldn't let you.You wept sorrowfully as he patted your bottom again and tipped you up sitting on the sofa beside you quickly seating you on his thick thighs you hissed at the friction of your welts on his soft trousers hiccuping. He tilted you bak a little one arm around your back holding one of your arms drawing small circles on your skin pulling goosebumps. One hand unbuckled the pacifier letting it fall to the floor and he wiped across your mouth cleaning you up with his disguarded sweater you'd been wearing. "Shush...That's it such a good girl its all over now all over love now can daddy have a peek? I know I caught your little pussy my love let me see....Come on baby girl open up... That’s it good baby" you let him pry your thighs apart the hand that was on your arm now holding your still quivering thigh. You blushed and whined when he lowered his head to look. Henry bit his lip he really had caught you, no wonder you were squirming and crying as you were. You were red and swollen, the hood of your clit supported a red outline of the crop. There was no cuts or grazes though which was good he moved his fingers prodding at you. Despite your wailing you had found some pleasure in the ordeal...He would have to explore this little masochistic side of yours at a later date for now he would reward your good behavior. "Not to bad darling, its not to bad a little pink but its hard to see around all your mess! Look huh? Your reward wont take long love" you shook your head trying to clamp your legs shut having had just about enough. He chuckled as you tried fighting his hold. "No no! Now come on baby...you earned it being so good for daddy and taking your punishment like a good little girl!" He maneuvered you holding you open you panted at him as you felt the cool air on both holes again. Your pussy was alive  twitching trying to find something to latch on to. You jolted when his other hand moved to you clit holding a standalone rabbit ear clit simulator,  it was tucked in his hand snugly. "No no ple-PLEASE IT'S SOOOORREE no no no no! I can’t da-daddy pleas i want a nap no nooo" he shook his head ignoring you and smiled placing the soft rubber to your erect throbbing clit and pressed it on you bucked yelping not realizing just how aroused you were it must have been lost in the stinging and heat! Only now just noticing the state you were in horny, hot, sweaty and panting. You rocked against his hand as he held the small powerful device a tight on you.He chuckled again kissing at your neck as you through your head back one hand fisted in his shirt the other on the wist prying you open for him. You whined curling up as he clicked it up a notch and made just the tips graze the tender hood of your clit. "AhAH NO-DADDY FUCK PLEASE fuckfuckfcuk NO IT HURTS DADDY TAKE IT OFF! IM NOT NOO!" You panted harder moaning letting your head fall back looking up at him moaning trying not to buck or grind as it hurt your stinging ass. "Thats a lot of adult words for such a sweet baby~" he taunted and began running the ears across your folds moving so you don't have to. He twisted his hand managing to somehow plunge three fingers in to you and balance the toy his thumb poised at the button.You grunted gasping mouth agape looking at him pitifully trying to chase your end that was building. You loved and hated the feeling all at once. His finger moved in individual rhythms twisting and curling this way and that stretching you. Drawing patterns on your insides avoiding that one spot he knew you needed him, you mewled quietly as he lowered his head mouth just above yours staring at your glazed eyes as he growled working your pussy for all its worth. He opened his mouth and laughed breathing you in.

"Come on love~ so good be a good girl and cum I know you want to~" you moaned and moved tucking your head in the crook of his neck as your walls clenched wanting to keep him inside as all costs. Your indies felt like they were being treated to a Pampering as his finger pads stroked them making your nerves buzz under his perfected ministrations. You mewled loudly into his eck as he finally relented twirling his fingers inside you rubbing your spot harshly forcing you to tighten around him you yelped and twitched curling your abdomen as you trembled his finger moving firmer and firmer circling and tapping as he thrusted into you the sloppy sounds made you flush and whine again gasping as your body shuddered uncontrollably you could feel it. Just with in your grasp! Our insides were hot and wet twisting around his fingers as they moved faster slapping the vibrator against your clit with each deep determined thrust.

"Ah AH AH FUCK-YES PLEASSSEE-I DADDY!?" you fisted your hands in shirt turning to clutch at him bucking trying to ride his fingers. Your ass burned and your insides twitched. You grinded faster grunting at him when he flicked the vibrator higher that was it! You burst comming undone on a loud moaming and withering. "DADDY!~ AH FUCK FUUUCK PLEASE DADDY UGH YES ITS -so good so-thank you thank you daddy I’m sorry! Im sorry I didn’t it wasn’t-" Henry just held you removing his now drenched fingers, youd cum hard. He could feel your body go slak cagainst him s oothing your hair back kissing your cheek and neck.

"Thats it my precious girl~...my good baby , perfect little one its all done....thats it all done my love so good" you wept into him eve rything catching up to you you hugged his neck breathing him in just hopeing he now forgave you, calmed down enough to listen not that you thought you could say much you were just to messed up. He held you for what felt like hours rocking and shushing you.

"I-Im sorry but I really didn’t tell on you daddy...I really didnt i wouldnt...I love it here...even when you...do this i feel good after...better" Henry held his breath for a few seconds and smiled. He kissed your head and wiped your tear stained face.

"Do-do you forgive me daddy?" Henry took a deep breath and didnt answer that made your heart clench your tears coming back how you had any left to cry was a mystery to you. You placed your hands over your face and sobbed. He didnt he still hated you, he would find out what you said and throw you out you just knew it!. Henry noticed his mistake to late as you broke down in his lap again, he moved to pull your hands away from your face but you jerked shrugging him off. He frowned and pulled this time using his strength removing your hands his blood ran cold at your devestated face. You struggled to make him releas you but he didnt only held you tighted "Now now little one shh its okay...i do forgive you i love you -hey enough of that don't be so stubborn...Daddy forgives you will make it better...Shh shh you took your punishment very well...Now come up sit up for daddy" you wept not believing him as he tilted you cradling you to him. You grabbed his shirt crying harder hiccupping still a sorry mess your body throbbed you were exhausted and your nerves were shot. And your mouth still had that vile bitter taste. "D-Daddy I'm-I'm sorry so-o sorry daddy please- don't leave! Dont throw me out please i dont i want tobe here with you! I didn't he told me to! He-he pushed me...told them I knew!" you babbled still frantic trying to calm down Henry rose a brow "What baby zIm not...is that what this is about oh honey im not going anywhere and im not getting rid of you love.....okay? Your here with me and everything is all better but i need you to tell me exactly what happened Who pushed you baby? Hey hey shush thats it baby doll who told you- what did they tell you?" You sniffled loo,ing at him for a few seconds and took some deep breaths still jnsure of where you stood but you had to talk, to help him you could fix this, you could. "L-Luke...He he sai-d that you needed m-me...That I wa-as going to prison with you!" Henry growled and you flinched away again but he was quick to console you stroking your hair you were still shivering and trembling...probably getting cold now. He moved pulling a small fluffy throw he kept in here for you and wrapped it around your shoulders concealing you completly in the heavy blanket. He rubbed your arm lightly trying to encourage you. He moved his drink to your lips. "Come on a small sip...Thats it good girl..haha oh I know its strong huh? shh thats it now daddy needs you to tell him what Luke said to you princess" you looked up at him and shook your head as another wave of tears started and you tuccked into him leaning your weight on him resting your head at his heart letting the soft thumping sooth you. "Hey hey its okay little one...You can tell daddy...Daddy isn't mad anymore he just wants to know what was said...You can do it your such a good baby...I need to know were you plotting against me?" You looked up at him through your tears shocked and gasping your heart shattered at the broken look on his face cracking his gaze was so defeated another wave of panic washed over you.No he can't you have to tell him! tears fell as you shook your head. "I-I didnt! I swear daddy I didn't say anything! They wanted me to make a statment..She recognized me! Luke told her daddy! I didn't have a choice-" Henry growled moving the drink to his mouth taking a long sip the plced it on the side table with a soft thump. Yhen with a loud intact of breath he began speaking irritated and exasperated. "And you know what? He wouldn't have if you'd been here at home like daddy told you! would he baby? noo you wouldnt have been in this situation now if you'd just been a good girl!" You wriggled back whimpering quivering at his dissapointed tone feeling scared and small. You clutched at him worried he was starting to get all wound up at you again. "Now..What else happened now that your calmed down I can make sense of it all" he lifted you perching you on his knees, for a second he smiled at you naked and quivering wrapped in the throw, your red tears stained face and guilty pouting expression made you look the part of a very well punished little girl. He moved his hands across you gently rubbing you trying to ease your tight acheing muscles. "I-I Luke..he said I'd need to be there!" Henry frowned "What did he say love? I don't think you'd fall for just that" "Af-after they took you away...Said you were going to prison...That I'd go to prison to....he said that they had something big and-and that I needed to make a statement, tell them about Stephan last night or you'd be put away...And-and to pay bail money!" He hummed tucking your hair behind your ears and froze moving his fingertips down your jaw lightly frowning. Bail money? "Bail money? baby I didn't need bail..They I wasn't arrested my sweet girl" "I didn't know that till he got me there! I didn't-please daddy he made me! He said I didn't have a choice! That you were arrested and if I didn't come pay the money I'd never see you again!..He scared me! he was mean! He called me names to making me cry- a-a sexy doll and slut! and-and when I was upset he started saying I'd go to prison to cos I'm your girlfreind! thats all that's why I came there! He said I had to...To save you!...That you needed me..."Henry eyed you carefully and tilted your face up again you were determined to avoid his gaze and he didn't like it. But then again he didn't like the fact he had jumped the gun and wailed on you before hearing you out you either. Yes he stood by his punishment....Well some of it you should have stayed here. But maybe you didn't deserve such humiliation, it was a god send you were now telling him everything after what he had just put you through. He motioned for you to continue wanting you to explain. "He-he wanted me to...Tell them...About how I got here...He didn't say it...But thats what he meant...and then he told the police i wanted to tell on you..i didnt i realized then and just wanted to wait in the car...Luke pushed me to go with her to that room" Henry hummed he believed you it wasnt hard, Luke wanted a way out, and the man didn't like you one bit hed have no qualms about sacrificing you to save his own skin. But it was risky pinning all his hopes on you and fucking stupid did he really think you wouldn't tell your daddy what luke had been up to? could Luke really be that stupid? Henry cursed watching the tears fall from your eyes and you trembled. "Please-please daddy you have to belive me I'd never- I don't want to leave...I don't want you to leave me daddy please..." though pitiful as your pleas did sound sincere henry felt a deep pit forming in his stomach. he had just put you through hell, he made you fucking piss yourself! and used the most painfull of his arsenal. He felt like a right cunt!

"Shh Shh it's alright baby...Daddy believes you daddy believes you baby girl....He frightened you into going in? So Luke's trying to set me up now? Along with Stephan heh... You sure your not going to join them pet?" He meant it as a joke but your reaction was instant You shook your head holding your tender neck smoothing your cool fingers over it. "No...Stephan wants me to go down to...Luke said he is bitter...Stephan knows I slept with you last night" you mumbled slowly wanting hims to believe you, you needed him to believe you, to understand you were helping him! He looked up confused he began rubbing the back of your neck his warm palm helping eamse. the pain his other hand rose and scratched your scalp slowly letting you move your head angling it to get his hand where you wanted it at the side of your head.   "What was that love?" you hummed twisting your head again as his strong fingers massaged your scalp harder in slow circles making your tension headache fade. You licked your lips before starting to explain to him what had been said. "Luke told me Stephan knows about us..That he was angry when they dropped him off..Was really mad- should I not have known daddy?" Henry cursed and chuckled shaking his head fucking unbelievable. You flinched as Henry moved collecting you in his arms again holding you tight kissing your head breathing you in.Henry was quickly starting piece everything together, it wasn't Stephan... Well not really it was Luke manipulating everone trying to play in a kings game!.  Your whimperes pulled him out of his thoughts and he spoke soothing you. "No it isn't that....Babygirl I just I know whats going on Luke told him about us...Luke provoked Stephan and You... He was using you both...He was counting on you telling them everything...I?- did you? Tell them everything?" you cringed at how uncertified he sounded he small his voice ended up being, it made you feel uncomfortable. You shook your head smileing at him shyly. "No-no daddy I didn't, I said that Stephan came to the restaurant, that he is an ex who can't get over me and has a grudge against you...And that I didn't go missing I found out Stephan was using me to left cos I was scared of him and you offered me a place to stay...And...And that I-I'm in love with you.." Henry blinked sighing flopping back into the seat with a sigh maybe you did help him then. If you could both make it out to be a jealous ex lover it'd explain your sudden disappearance and why Stephan was so determined to pin this on him. "Anything else? I need to know" you twiddled your fingers at him and nodded feeling slightly embarassed but you knew he had to know...It's just...how was he going to handle you telling the police about your sex life? you flushed just remebering it, it had been so fast you hadn't really tought about the fact they now knew that you got tied up and spanked. Henry furrowed his brows at you as he watched you go pink...What the fuck had you said? "Th-they want me to testify... About Stephan....They took the statement about what happened last night...And after that she- the lady tried to say you'd have done..What ever they think you did, once we got home I said you couldn't have cos...Well you never leave me alone in a scene...She didn't understand so I had to tell her...A-About the err BDSM thingy... She carried on saying youd have left when i was asleep and ...I had to say something...So I told her...I said that you couldn't have slipped away during the night cos err... well i kind of said you slept erm in-inside me so...I'd know if you...yeah" Henry grunted trying to bite back a chuckle as you flushed brighter. "Cockwarming? Thanks for that....How'd you even? Do you? Do you want to try that baby doll? Want daddy to keep you full all night?" you flushed brighter he chuckled relaxing feeling much better he didn't think you had dropped him in it..Not yet anyway but he would have to keep you on a very short leash they would take this to court its the closest they have come to getting him. he sighed into your hair kissing your head again, you hadn't handed him in, and Luke... Yes it made sense Luke would have known that he didn't need bail but you wouldn't, it would make sense to you you didn't know any better. Just that alone made him believe you. He moved forward making you squeak and hold him tight as he heaved you up in to his arms and stood moving the blanket to cover your form and keep you warm then made for the bedroom wanting to give you a shower and put you down for a bed. An early night was what you needed now after a day like today.

Henry smiled looking at you curled up in the bed, you'd been good letting him take control and look after you. You'd only whimpered when he was washing you as he moved across your swollen bruises and welts he'd left across you. He felt guilty but what's done is done.  He can't take it back no matter how much he wanted to, he tried making it up to you by lathering each and every mark with kisses as he massaged lotion into your damp skin afterwards, being careful to rub away your tension it was that; that had sent you off to sleep and somehow he had dressed you in fussy pajamas and tucked you in whilst you were in a deep sleep. He was happy even in his guilt, he would admit he jumped the gun but he now had a new target.

One that had no idea he was coming for him, one who had a very high price to pay, no one upset his baby girl, no one scared her. He couldn't tell if he was more angry over the fact Henry himself had missed the signs or if he was angry over the fact he had taken it out on his little girl before letting her explain.

Once he was sure you'd be safe and sound up here he moved to the side whistling in a high pitch through the house hearing the tapping of claws. Kal climbed the stairs panting happily making him smile at the bear. "Kal come on you lazy boy time to earn your keep...In" he motioned the dog to enter the bedroom with a flick of his head, the akita followed Henry's instructions and entered the room then turned to look at him as if to say 'now what?' Henry reached out ruffling his ears and scratched the dogs muzzle before moving cupping Kals chin making him look at him. "Now you look after your mother....You keep her safe boy understand?...Good now go give her snuggles she needs a bear hug" kal gave a quiet 'boof' then got up and pounce onto the bed curling up between you and the door making Henry grin before closing the door. Once in the hall he took a breath and locked the door, no one was getting in tonight. He did one final check making sure his knife and gun were both concealed once satisfied he pulled the tight fitting suit jacket around his abdomen and fastened the button then began walking,  his polished shoes echoing off the floor he tried to be well dressed when being out on business, he pulled his phone from his pocket as he made his way down the stairs. "Hello Liam how would you like a promotion? oh you would? great meet me down at Pearls..Bring Luke...Oh your there already? enjoying the new girls I take it?...Theres no need to thank me...And Luke's there to? Excellent Keep him there I will be with you very shortly!" he hung up grinning tonight was going to be very smooth and clean by the sounds of it. It was time to take care of a rat.

[peppersonironi]

12, 21, 19

(Is this late? Oops. Sorry!)

12: Favourite character to write about this year

Stephanie Brown, easy. She's my spirit animal, so I might be doing a touch of projecting, but I honestly don't care. She's just pure chaos in the best way. Some of my favourite lines that I've written are for her. Such as:

"What's up bitches? I brought donuts!"

"My waffles await!"

"FEAR ME!"

"Welcome to Steph’s Glitter Bomb Palace, Where Snitches get Stitches™! So don’t tell Bruce or I’ll sic Jason on you."

She's also the character I've gotten the most comments on. People really seen to enjoy how I write her!

A close second would be Duke Thomas. Bliss, a fic I wrote for the 2020 Duke Week, was one of my favourites! Or maybe Damian? His dialogue just comes easy to me.

21: Most memorable comment/review

the batfamily exist:

everyone: is,,is that allowed?

On Code Orange (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

*Or*

I have wanted to read a DCU/MCU crossover for a VERY long time. This story is such a delight. Your characterisation (and for me an introduction to The Signal) was fascinating in the extreme. I loved the game playing and the fact that I could watch (open-mouthed) as Bruce Wayne enjoyed childlike fun with his children and Alfred(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) was the cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake. I look forward to your updates in a way that you wouldn't believe.

On Batfam/Avengers Crossover

19: Any new fics to start next year

Oh boy. So many. You know what? Here's a list. It'll be good to get these ideas out. Plus, you guys can tell me what you'd rather see first!

Gen/just Batfam

Crack fic based off this piece of dialogue (came from a convo between my sister and I): Tim reached forward and poked Duke's face. "You're right!" He exclaimed. "You really *do* squish like a block of wood!" Duke Centric.

Based on THIS Incorrect Quotes. Talia moves into the Manor because she's sick of Ra's. Featuring a bunch of good mom!Talia.

Based off THIS Incorrect Quotes. Jason runs for President as Red Hood. I have so many ideas! This'll be really fun.

Loosely based on THIS post. It explores Jason and Cassandra's relationship, and how it evolves.

Duke Thomas Big Bang Fic (can't say much, but it'll be great!)

Platonic (need to be certain you understand that. There were some misconceptions w/ my Discord server) Slow Burn between Tim and Damian. At the beginning the absolutely despise each other. But over time they realise their own insecurities, and how they don't actually hate the other. And by the end they fully admit and embrace their being brothers.

Reverse Robins with Damian as the oldest (I made THIS post talking about it a while back. But I've highly revised it.)

Reverse Robins with Duke as the oldest (I wrote THIS fic, but I think I want to change this into a series!)

Cassandra as Batman. Stephanie as Catwoman. Carrie Kelley as Robin.

5 Times Bette Kane was the mastermind behind the batkids' pranks without Bruce's knowledge, and 1 Time her brilliance was brought to light.

5 Times Duke thought that he couldn't possibly get any more siblings and 1 Time he met the cousins (AKA: Duke meets the extended family)

Birdflash

Birdflash in the JL/JLU universe (based off that one hexagon by @novaviis ! Super fun!). The league is inviting potential members to the Watchtower one day. Except Wally wasn't there during the choosing of said members. So he's completely shocked when his husband Nightwing shows up. They have to act like they don't know each other, which basically involves Dick flirting his butt off with Wally, Wally trying desperately to remain professional, Bruce digging in the corner, the rest of the League in varying degrees of disapproval and confusion (at least a couple have seen Wally's wedding ring. So that adds a while 'nother layer).

Young Justice soulmate au. Dick, and eventually everyone else, knows that Wally is his soulmate. Wally is oblivious. Lots of pining and angst in this one. Slow burn to an extent (depends on how long I make it). But definitely a happy fluffy ending in sight!

Batfam Meets Young Justice

THIS fic.

Duke gets yeeted into the YJ universe, and promptly passes out. He wakes up in the Watchtower, and breaks out of the confinement the Team has set up for him. Pulls shenanigans (some unwittingly) and used his powers. The Team and JL are confused, and panicking. Because this guy keeps muttering things about the Batfam. And he has a bat on his chest.

The Team break into some ancient temple after getting info on a new Supervillian plot. They find purple clothed woman draped across a throne. She talks, and they panic, as she knows all their secret identities. The only one who isn't, is Tim. He looks bored. Alternatively: Steph needs Tim's credit card to take his sister out on a date, and absolutely refuses to text.

While the Team is on a mission to stop Lady Shiva, a dimensional portal opens up and spits out a strange Robin (Damian) and what seemed to be a female Batman (Cass as Black Bat). This new dynamic due promptly defeats Lady Shiva and all the goons. The Team is freaked out, and 'apprehends' the dimensional anomalies, bringing them back to the Watchtower. Where the due promptly break and and start chaos. Featuring "Toxic" by Britney Spears. I will not explain why.

The Watchtower gets a sudden emergency message from the Batcave. They accept, to find a stranger calling himself Signal panicking about Robin being missing. They all look at Tim, who ignores them, and says that he doesn't know where Robin is. Some naming shenanigans occur.

(Not sure if this fits here, oh well) Set in Season One, Bruce is tired of Clark's attitude towards Superboy, and adopts the clone himself. Not sure how far this'll go, but at least goes through Dick's time as Robin. (Based on THIS Tumblr post)

(Also iffy on placement) a continuation of one (not sure which? Probably Damian as older) Reverse Robins fics. It's a retelling of Season One of YJ, with Dick as Robin. Nightwing (Damian) feels protective of his brother, and so takes on the role Black Canary had in the show, training the Team. But as time goes on, he ends up being more of a big brother to the group. Cameos from the rest of the Batfam as well! And an Identity Reveal (including finding out Dick and Dami are brothers) at the end!

Batfam Meets the Justice League

Cass takes over being Batman for a bit, because Bruce was an idiot and broke his leg. This happens to line up with when the Justice League reach out to the Dark Knight, in order to extend an invitation to the league. They eventually meet Bruce as Batman, and are confused as to why he is so tall. And male.

Joyfire

Lian accidentally reveals her three parents' relationship by calling Bruce 'grandpa' over dinner.

Museum Heist

THIS fic

Operation: Seduce Nightwing. Based on a post for an ATLA ot3, Wally and Artemis realise silumaneously “Hey, we kinda have the hots for Dick” and decide together to see if he likes them back. Which involves a heck ton of over the top flirting, and shenanigans. The Team is sighing on the sidelines at their idiocy. Dick is internally combusting and thinking “Do they like me back? I’’m not sure.” 

5 times Dick and Wally fought over being the middle spoon, and one time Artemis had had enough.

Set in Season 3 (but ignores some canon), Bart is kidnapped by some mad scientist obsessed with the Speed Force. The Team mobilizes, and gets Bart back from the evil base. But when they get there, they find Wally West freed from the Speed Force. He and Artemis reunite, and everyone is happy. They prepare to leave. Then the Pick-up Squad arrive in the bioship, and Dick gets out. Everyone is expecting Dick to give Wally a hug, because hey, he's his best friend! What they weren't expecting was him to run forward and pull the speedster into a passionate kiss. They go back to the Watchtower, and some more stuff happens.

Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you after they fall in love with you is tattooed on your body.

Post Season Two Get Together. Starts with Artemis living with Dick as opposed to Will. Might be Slow Burn? (They come pretty close to kissing) Eventually Wally comes back. Arty and Wally are back together. They both live in the same house as Dick, for convenience. Then some more Slow Burn happens. Maybe some Birdflash moments. Arty tells Wally she kinda had a thing for Dick. Wally admits the same. Maybe a touch more Slow Burn. They Eventually get together.

Batlantern

AU where Bruce met Hal back when he first came back to Gotham. Fic goes through how their relationship evolves over the years (up until current time, when Damian is 13). I'm considering a relationship reveal with the Justice League.

Hal's interactions with Bruce's kids.

Green Lantern Corp acting protective of Hal when Bruce comes to Oa. This was an ask that I got, and I'm holding off on writing it till I get as much into on the GL's as possible, as all I know if their characterization comes from that animated series, and Guy Gardener's (Hilarious!) parts on Young Justice.

Marvel

Like 3 different versions of the Peter Parker Field Trip to Stark Tower Trope.

2-part Crossover with the Batfam (they exist in the same universe), where the Avengers go to a Wayne Gala, and interact with the family. The second chapter involves them heading out the next night to try and contact Batman.

THIS fic.

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@houseofalastair​  /  cont.

Smiling, scarlet hues glide over his face, trailing their way lazily to the decorative piece adorning the column of his neck. Lingering there like a lover’s whisper. “Is that what you told yourself when our beloved king throttled you?” Beautiful as she is vicious is the creature on the other side of the gilded cage. The bars, laced with silver, are too narrow to squeeze through, but plenty wide for grasping hands to reach out. Hence the elevated step inside the room. A warning not to get too close to the preening canary.

“Or,” her nightgown sighs over her legs, trailing across the cold floor behind her as she comes closer, “were you referring to my own circumstances? To my pretty little prison in this lonely little tower?” Beyond her, pale moonlight was spilling through the single window at the opposite end of the room, heavy velvet curtains drawn back, the bars so tightly gridded over the pane that not even a mouse could squeeze through. Coming to a stop she peers down at him from her elevated position at the very edge of the barrier. A hint of canine flashing in the curling of her lips. “Surely you didn’t come all the way up here just to spew the obscure proverbs of some dead devout?”

            her words dig but shallowly in his heart  ,  knowing she  ,  perhaps  ,  had the intention of eliciting a reaction from  him  .  she should know that this tired mage lacks the energy to react negatively  ,  something that’s been drained from him several years prior  .  hands tucked within the sleeves of his robes  ,  head tilted to look at the female in the tower above . . . too far for her arms to reach but not too far for them to have a conversation  .  he can see why the vile king has taken such a liking to this one . . . she is of a different species and beautiful  .               taking a daring step closer  ,  not that she can harm him  ,  “  no  ,  i came to gaze upon the woman rumored to have more freedom than i  ,  ”  fumio says in a gentle tone  ,  so much so it’s as if a breeze could carry away his words  .  “  one that’s not bound so vilely and if given a chance  ,  may flee from this gilded cage she’s set into  ,  ”  fumio says  .  he may have a castle of his own and wander the grounds freely  ,  but that also meant he had to answer the becks and calls of his new liege and service him in ways that sullied his spirit  .             had he his full capabilities  ,  he would have attempted to free this dangerous beauty . . . no one should suffer the way he has  ,  but even if he had his abilities . . . he’d have run away the moment he could  .  without his blade and his powers  ,  he’s a bird with clipped wings  .