#still kicking myself for not seeing it the first time round

[streetlamp-amber]

never ending night

bruce wayne x femwife!reader

word count: 1.7k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

CW: pregnancy, pure fluff NOTES: hello hi i’m ailís and i’ve been meaning to start a blog where i can post some one shots that i’ve been thinking of as a way to motivate myself to finally write down my ideas so this is it. i’ll be double posting my stuff on ao3 (which you can find in my bio) and will eventually make a masterlist as well as a navigation post with a list of fandoms/characters i write for. also, english isn’t my first language.

It was close to three in the morning when Bruce finally joined you in bed after a long night of patrolling and fighting bottom of the barrel criminals all night. He showered in the bathroom on the first floor of the manor to avoid making too much noise and waking you up, but when he finally walked in your shared bedroom, you were already awake, sitting up against the headboard.

“Darling, what are you doing still up?” Bruce asked you as he reached his side of the bed.

The room was dark par for the moonlight filtering through the gap between the curtains, meaning your husband had yet to notice the state you were in.

“Dick had a nightmare,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper due to how tired you were. “It took me two hours to get him to fall back asleep and when I finally came back here, this little one started kickboxing me and keeping me awake for another hour,” you continued rubbing your round belly in hopes of soothing your baby to finally catch some sleep.

“I’m sorry I wasn't here to help,” Bruce apologised, planting a kiss on your temple as he held you close to his body.

“It’s alright, Gotham needs you,” you dismissed, not at all angry.

“Still, you’re six months pregnant. You’re growing our child inside your body, you need all the rest you can get,” he softly argued. “I would've come home earlier but all the amateur criminals came out tonight.”

“Bruce, it’s fine,” you brought your hand up to his cheek and he leaned his head into your touch. “You’ve already been cutting your patrols shorter since we found out about the baby. As long as you keep coming back home to us, alive, then I’m not mad.”

Not knowing what to say – his gratefulness for having someone so accepting of his duty as Batman was almost overwhelming, even after all those years – Bruce kissed your palm while staring at you with the same look full of love that he has been sporting since the first time he met you six years ago.

“How’d I get so lucky to fall in love with the most understanding and selfless person I know?” He asked while grabbing your hand on his cheek, wrapping his fingers around yours and squeezing them gently.

“Now that’s a lie,” you rebutted, a loving smile on your lips, lowering your joined hands on the bed. “You’re more selfless than I am. You’re the most selfless man in the world.”

“Let’s not start this never ending argument again,” Bruce chuckled, now his turn to hold your face as he brought you in for a kiss.

You happily sighed against his lips, the feeling of home that overtook you every time you tasted them was a nice welcome in this interminable night. But the kiss was cut short as you felt your baby kick again and you let your head fall back as you groaned.

“She’s still kicking?” Bruce asked you, he couldn't see the movements under your skin due to the darkness of the room and your hand on your belly.

“We don't know it's a she,��� you reminded him instead of answering. You had both decided to wait until the birth to know the gender.

“And I’m telling you, I know it's a girl,” your husband repeated for what could be the hundredth time.

You also secretly hoped it was a girl, but Dick really wanted a little brother. Bruce and you were still in the process of warming him up to the idea of a little sister and it was slowly starting to work.

“As long as she doesn't come in my room,” your eight year old son had said last week, with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

“I doubt she’ll be doing that for the first few years, chum,” Bruce reassured him, fighting off a slightly amused grin.

“And the baby will have its own room with its own toys,” you added.

“Will I still be able to play with the baby?” Dick asked after a moment, uncrossing his arms and a hopeful look filling up his blue eyes.

“Of course you will, bubs,” you said, your fingers threading through his black hair that fell over his forehead.

“But only with her toys at first, some of yours are not suited for a baby,” Bruce pointed out, ever the overprotective father.

Bruce had lowered himself down under the blanket so he could be laying head levelled with your belly, his hand now replacing yours over the bump.

“Hey trouble,” he whispered to your child and the baby kicked again, making him smile lovingly at the movement he felt under his hand. “You shouldn't be awake this late at night, you know.”

“You're one to talk,” you commented, tone almost reprimanding.

“She doesn't know that,” Bruce looked up at you as he defended himself before his gaze fell back on your belly. “Mommy is really tired,” he continued talking to your baby, his hand now rubbing soothingly over your round stomach, “and she needs her rest to do all the work so you can come out all healthy and beautiful. Well, you're definitely gonna be the most beautiful baby if you end up looking like your mother, but that's not the point.”

You smiled at the cheesy comment and your fingers found their place in Bruce’s hair, brushing through it and nails occasionally scratching his scalp.

“Your brother Dick can't wait for you to come around,” he carried on. “Said he will teach you all sorts of acrobatic tricks once you know how to walk. And he asked Alfred if he could help paint the nursery when we finally decide on a colour.”

“And I keep telling you we should do soft green,” you argued.

“I’m not changing my mind from primrose pink,” he told you with a sly grin.

“The room won’t be pink, even if it’s a girl. And that’s final,” you firmly said. Your husband will not be winning this one argument, no sir.

Bruce sighed, rolling his eyes before focusing back on your belly. “I hope you’re not as stubborn as your mother,” he whispered to the baby, as if he was having a private conversation with them and that you weren’t there. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s one of the many reasons why I fell in love with her, but I won’t be able to say no to you even when I have to, so it would save me a lot of reprimanding from Mommy if you’re not as tenacious as her.”

You smiled to yourself as you continued listening to your husband talk to your unborn child as you threaded your fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness it had after a shower. Bruce usually gelled his hair to appear more professional when he was working in the day, and then it would get all mixed up with his sweat under his cowl when he was working as Batman. When he would come back to you after the day was over, you would refuse to touch his hair until he had showered, the texture of the gel and sweat too gross on your fingers for you to ignore.

As Bruce continued talking to your baby, his voice started lulling the two of you to sleep. The baby hadn’t kicked in over almost ten minutes now, and the peace you had waited for so long to arrive made you aware of how heavy your eyelids were. You slowly lowered yourself down the bed, getting in a comfortable position with Bruce’s help where you could finally lay your head on your pillow and it didn’t take long for sleep to catch up on you.

At the sound of your soft, barely audible snores, Bruce turned his head away from your bump to find you asleep with your free hand raised next to your head on your pillow, the other one still tangled in his hair.

He planted a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your belly, eyes closed as he took a moment to absorb the fact that a baby that was half you and half him would be joining your world in a little more than three months. Bruce wasn't known to cry, the only time you ever saw him cry was as you walked down the aisle at your wedding, but tonight, a lonesome tear rolled down his cheek and fell on your stomach, where your child was growing, because Bruce never believed he would ever get to experience again the amount of love he hadn't felt since he was eight years old.

As he observed you, sleeping soundly with his child coming to life inside you, after you comforted Dick back to sleep, Bruce, for a moment, felt overwhelmed by all the love in his life. When he became Batman, he crossed out the idea of ever having a family (other than Alfred), of settling down with someone he loved and who loved him back.

But somehow, the universe put you on his path, as a miracle or a guardian angel or simply as an anchor to life outside of Batman, he didn't know. You walked into his home, into his life, to remind him that he, Bruce Wayne, was also deserving of love, of family, of happiness. Then Dick came along, rather unexpectedly but still no less welcomed, and Bruce started entertaining the idea of having children with you. He definitely wasn't opposed to it, but it wasn't something he wanted to jump right into, especially with Dick having just entered your lives. You were both young, he in his early thirties and you in your late twenties, you could allow yourselves a couple of years just the three of you (four with Alfred) before expanding the family.

So it was rather shocking when two months after you and Bruce had officially adopted Dick that you found out you were pregnant. It both took you by surprise but after talking through it together, you couldn't be happier. And the two of you haven't stopped being happy about this new little addition ever since.

Bruce rose up from his position next to your belly, your limp hand fell from his head as he did so, and he laid on the bed next to you. He delicately kissed your forehead, then your nose before falling back on his pillow and whispered “I love you” as he curled around your body, his hand resting on your belly as he fell asleep.

[poguehearted77]

Baby Steps

Summary: You and Rafe are expecting your first child and decide to take a trip to the beach, not expecting to be joined by a guest with chubby cheeks and pull ups.

-some more domesticated rafe as per your request-

The golden hues of the late afternoon sun stretch across the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach as you and Rafe arrive. You smile at the feeling of the hot sand between your toes.

The waves lazily lap against the shore, creating a serene soundtrack to your special day. It was a beautiful day out, for sure. With the cooler gripped in one hand, with the umbrella on top, and the box containing a special mini cake in his other hand, Rafe is already in full preparation mode.

“Here, let me help with that,” you offer, but Rafe shakes his head, his grin both charming and determined. "You're already carrying something valuable, let me handle the rest, okay?" Rafe reassures you as he places the items down in a nice vacated space.

Far enough from the waves to not get wet, but close enough to still hear the water cracking against the sand at an amplified volume as the perfect white noise for you to do some beach reading. You glance down at your rounded belly, letting your left hand rest over the precious cargo he's referring to.

"I'm only four months, babe. I can still carry things. Just let me help you set up at least." You hold onto the muscle of his upper arm with a soft frown and he can't resist. An idea visibly dawned upon him. "Yeah, you know what." He props open the cooler and pulls out a chilled bottle of water, "I need you to drink this, I don't want you to get too hot."

Your eyes roll and you take the bottle, about to ease yourself down onto the beach chair when Rafe is suddenly behind you, a guiding palm on your lower back to lighten your load as you sit down. "Rafe, you're joking, right? I know how to sit down by myself." You huff and he sees you're starting to get frustrated.

He crouches down to be near you, "Look, baby. I'm sorry, okay? It's all just so new to me and I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby especially not if I can help it." Your arms unfold, and your composure melts under his apologetic gaze.

How could you be mad at him? He was just so cute and excited to be a dad, he wanted to make sure you had the safest, most comfortable pregnancy possible, and he made sure of that at all times. He set up everything while you didn't lift a finger.

You'd even slipped into a light nap as he did so. Waking up under the shade of the beach umbrella and almost certain there was an extra layer of sunscreen on your arms that wasn't there before.

Your towels laid out on the sand in front of you where Rafe knelt, the cake now put away in the cooler as he organized the supplies in the first-aid kit he insisted on bringing along.

"Is this all you're gonna do all day?" You mumble, lifting up your sun hat a bit to see him better and he smiles. "Well, you fell asleep on me, so I was keeping myself busy." Taking that as your cue to stand, leaving your hat behind on the chair and untying the flowy coverup you'd been wearing.

"I'm up now, let's get in the water." He's right behind you as your heels kick up sand with your eager steps to the ocean. Your laughs blend harmoniously in the water. Playful splashes and stolen kisses fill your afternoon for the next hour until you're ready for lunch.

Now Rafe was lounging under the shade, sunglasses covering his sky-blue eyes as he relaxed on the chair. Meanwhile, you enjoyed the warm sun kissing your skin as you sat on the towel, preparing some sandwiches for you both to share.

That brings you to now, the two of you sitting on the sandy towels with satiated appetites and a pleased smile on your faces, enjoying each other's company. "You ready now?" Rafe proposes, referring to the mini cake in the cooler which had either a pink or blue filling. You shake your head.

"Not yet, I need more time." He laughs, "At this rate, you'll find out when the baby comes." He says casually and your brow arches, "Only me? Don't you mean the both of us?" His head shakes, "Uh uh, I'm eating that cake with or without you." He jokes and you swat at him, causing him to spill some water from the bottle he was sipping before putting it away.

His attention was stolen from you and focused on something behind you, before you could even turn your head, Rafe's reflexes are shown as his arms reach out for the tumbling toddler who'd tripped over the uneven terrain and it seems she'd been running at a pace faster than her chunky legs could keep up with.

"Woah! Hey there, pudding," The nickname rolls off Rafe's tongue so naturally you hardly even recognize it, she looks up at him from within his stronghold. "Hi!" She waves and Rafe smiles so big it warms your heart to see.

"Where are your parents?" He follows up but she busies herself with the chain around his neck, blabbering the words 'Dada' in the sweetest voice you'd ever heard.

Rafe's eyes crinkle at the corners with his smile as he looks at you, mouthing the words, "She's so cute" and you mouth back, "I know," "I wonder where her parents are." You say, checking the tag on her swim top for any signs of identification but nothing. The two of you stand, the toddler hanging off Rafe's side, having the time of her life with a cheeky smile.

The two of you paced the beach, up and down. "I know her parents are worried sick," You mutter, checking your phone for any services you can contact for a 'lost baby on the beach please help!'

"If they don't come back, do you think we can keep her?" Rafe inquires and you laugh, "It's probably every parent's nightmare to hear a stranger say that as you're holding their missing child." You say, stopping in your tracks and placing your hands on your back with a sigh, worn out from all the walking.

"Are you okay?" Rafe checks in and you nod, "Maybe we should just go back and wait? Her parents might be walking around too and we keep missing them." Rafe agrees and the three of you walk back to your place on the beach, each of you holding her hand as she had insisted on being put down.

You kept her busy once you returned to your spot, building sand castles and giving her some water and sunscreen to keep her hydrated and protected from the slowly setting sun.

"How old are you?" Rafe laughs at your attempts to have full conversations with who he assumes is a two-year-old, but your guess was three. "Me Ava." She says and your eyes widen. Your initial question remained unanswered but now you had other answers.

"Ava! Hi Ava!" You coo, tickling her tummy until she's a bundle of fits and giggles, completely oblivious to the longing look Rafe has on you. "Tummy!" She says, and you laugh, not sure what she's talking about until she places a hand on your belly. "Big tummy!" She repeats and Rafe can't help but stifle a laugh at her direct observation.

"That's right. There's a baby in here." You explain but her head tilts, lost. "Baby?" You gave the soft waves of her hair a gentle pat, admiring her innocence, "Yep, it's either a girl baby or a boy baby." To your surprise, she begins chanting for a 'boy baby'. "See, Ava gets it." Rafe teases, always taking the opportunity to talk about having the boy he so desperately begs you for as if you had any say in the matter.

"Hungry," She whines and that sends Rafe digging into the cooler for snacks. You let her decide which fruit she wanted but her eye had caught sight of the mini container of cake that had been taken out in order to find the other items.

"Looks like she knows what she wants," Rafe smiles and you think about it, "We can't give her sugar, Rafe. Here, do you want some watermelon?" Her focus now is on the juicy red fruit you presented to her on a plate.

She must be fond of it, slurping up the juices and making a mess of her top. Fortunately, it was later washed off with the salt water when Rafe insisted on playing with her after she'd digested her food.

The sun was slowly beginning to set and the three of you had been lounging around for the last thirty minutes or so, when Ava made a loud shriek, "Mama!" She yelled, hopping off the towel and into her mom's arms.

Ava's mom graces you with a tight hug and a desperate stream of never-ending apologies and gratitude. She congratulated you on the little one you were expecting, confident you'd be amazing parents. "Now, what do you say to the nice people who watched you, Ava?" Her mom prompts, with what you could imagine is a very secure hold on Ava's hand, ensuring she doesn't slip away again.

"Thank you!" She beams, showing off her tiny baby teeth and you feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of her leaving. The last two hours, though chaotic, gave you the reassurance you were looking for with the whole parenting thing.

You wave them goodbye and you take a deep breath, "I'm ready," You don't have to explain anything more and you're both walking back to your spot to cut the cake. Only to see a toddler-sized footprint in it that Ava must've caused as she got up, denting the container and the contents inside smushing against its confines.

Pink.

"Wait…" You say, in disbelief, kneeling down with Rafe doing the same. "Are we-" He says, eyes misting over and you call him out, "Hey, I thought you wanted a boy." He holds you close, "I thought so too, but I'm honestly just glad it's with you." He brings you in for a kiss on your forehead. She's so loved already and she doesn't even know it.

[regressionschool]

Big Girl Rebellion

I used to be potty-trained.

I mean, really trained. I had sparkle undies with cartoon kittens, knew when I had to go, and even wiped all by myself. I used to feel proud of that—smug, even. Big girl Sophie, the girl who didn’t need help. The girl who didn’t wear diapers like the other littles.

But that was before.

Before they decided I needed to be “reminded” of my place. Before the charts and the baby bottles and the locking potty lid. Before the first thick diaper was taped onto me while I screamed and kicked and swore I’d never use it.

Spoiler: I did.

And now? Now I’m sitting in the middle of the playroom, legs spread wide by the swollen padding between them, surrounded by plushies I didn’t choose and building blocks I’m expected to play with. I’m wearing a pastel onesie that snaps between my legs, stretched tight over a very obvious, very used diaper.

And I’m not letting Nanny Clara change me.

“You’re stinky again, Sophie,” she says gently, kneeling in front of me with the calm, patronizing tone they all use. Like I’m some baby who doesn’t know better. “Come on, sweetie. Time to get you cleaned up.”

“No,” I snap. I turn my face away like the toddlers do when they’re being bratty. “I like it.”

She blinks, but only for a moment. She’s trained for this. “Sophie,” she tries again, more firmly this time. “You’ve been sitting in that diaper for almost an hour. I can see it hanging between your knees.”

I spread my legs wider on purpose, grabbing one of the blocks and banging it on the floor.

“So?”

“So,” she says, biting back her sigh, “you need to be changed.”

“No, I don’t.”

She pauses. “You used to be such a big girl…”

I round on her. “Exactly. Used to. But you took that away. You put me in these. You made me sit in the corner until I messed myself. You’re the one who clapped when I did it. So now? Now this is you getting what you wanted.”

I shift deliberately, the mush shifting with me, and watch her flinch just the tiniest bit.

Deep down, some part of me loves it.

Nanny Clara puts the wipes and clean diaper back in the basket, standing slowly. “Fine,” she says, her tone still syrupy sweet. “You can come find me when you’re ready for a change, okay, sugarplum?”

I ignore her. She walks off.

Good.

I hate her. I hate all of them. I hate that they took away my panties, made me ask permission for everything, from snacks to TV time. But mostly, I hate that I stopped fighting.

Because now? I’m… getting used to it.

The padding between my legs feels natural. The squish doesn’t bother me anymore. The smell makes people wrinkle their noses and call me names “stinky butt,” “messy miss,” “diaper girl” but I’ve started to like those names.

When people talk down to me, coo at me, lift my skirt to check if I’m wet—I feel small. Powerless.

But safe.

That’s the worst part.

“Hey, diaper girl,” a voice calls.

I glance up. It's Brandon, one of the caretakers. Young, tall, broad shoulders and sleeves rolled up to show his arms. He’s smiling, crouching to my level, and he’s got that teasing twinkle in his eye.

I shift a little, letting the weight of my messy diaper tug at my hips.

He wrinkles his nose. “Yup, that’s what I thought.”

“What?”

“You filled your pants again, huh?” he says. He’s not mad. He’s amused. Like I’m a toddler who just finger painted on the walls.

I look down at the blocks, pretending not to care, but my cheeks go pink anyway.

“Did you already tell Clara no?”

I nod, sulking.

“Figures,” he chuckles. “You’re always so stubborn. Used to be the big bossy girl, remember? Telling everyone you were too old for naps and that only babies wore diapers.”

“I was right,” I mutter.

He leans in. “You still think you’re not a baby?”

I glare at him.

His eyes flick down to the bulging seat of my diaper.

“Coulda fooled me.”

I should hate that.

But I don’t.

I like the way he looks at me now. Not like an equal. Not like a girl with control. But like a helpless little thing who can’t even keep her pants clean.

And maybe I am that now. Not because they forced it on me but because I let them. Because it’s easier to lean into it than to keep fighting. Because it’s soft and warm and oddly comforting to give up the grown-up fight and just be… soggy.

“Come on,” he says, scooping me up like I weigh nothing.

I squeal in surprise, my arms going around his neck on instinct. “I didn’t say yes!”

He smirks. “You didn’t say no either.”

He carries me easily, one arm under my bottom, not even flinching at the squish he’s got his hand pressed against. The air shifts as he walks, and I catch a whiff of myself, sharp, thick, unmistakable.

He definitely notices. But he doesn’t stop holding me.

“Bet you’re proud of yourself, huh?” he murmurs, bouncing me slightly. “Filling your diapers like a good little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl,” I whisper, but it’s weak.

“Coulda fooled me,” he repeats, echoing himself.

He lays me down on the changing mat in the nursery, the crinkle of the plastic loud under my onesie. I stare at the ceiling as he un-snaps me, exposing the bulging diaper underneath. His hand hovers.

“Still want to say no?”

I glance down at the disaster I made in my pants, and I actually smile.

“Maybe just five more minutes,” I say softly. “I like how it feels.”

He raises a brow, but he doesn’t argue. Just gently re-snaps my onesie and sits beside me on the mat, tousling my hair.

“Guess you’re really one of the littles now, huh?”

I nod.

No shame. No fight left.

Just a warm, squishy diaper and the soft hand of someone who treats me like the messy little girl I’ve become.

And for the first time, I don’t want to be anything else.

[brittle-doughie]

Warmth (Burning Spice Cookie)

Let’s round out the hypothetical redemptions with the beast of destruction!

*CLANG!*

The sounds of weapons clashing echoed in the room as you were pushed back from the force, his strength superior to yours.

“HA! Normally, you’d be downed after such a strike, yet you remain standing. I must give praise where it’s due, you’ve lasted longer then I thought you would, little Cookie.”

You breathed heavy as you try to get back into a fighting stance with your blade.

“Why continue on like this? Is it for her?”

You looked off to the side to see the near collapsed Golden Cheese Cookie, her dough barely holding from intense fighting previously, you avert your eyes back to Burning Spice Cookie.

“Golden Cheese Cookie believed I could handle myself, even against you. I tried so hard to convince her and I won’t let you ruin that!”

“Is that a promise you intend to keep?!”

He charged at you again as you raise your blade to once again clash against his, but he was ready as he kept swinging at you, you tried to block as many times as you could before he did an unexpected spin around and struck his weapon against your side, sending you flying back towards a wall.

You cough up a bit of jam as you try to get up, but he’s already towering over you as he kicked your weapon aside.

“Had enough yet?”

“Not even close.”

He strikes you with his fist.

“You want to crumble for that little bird?! Then BOTH of you shall be reduced to NOTHING!”

He strikes you again and again, coughed up jam splattering around you, yet you looked no closer to crumbling despite the bruises.

“N-no! Y/N Cookie!”

She tried to get up. To go to you. To protect you like she should’ve.

Yet, she collapses to the ground again, forced to watch Burning Spice Cookie try to pummel you into dust.

He stopped for a moment to see if you were still moving, the ground around you slightly dented by the force of his hits.

“Heh….hehe…”

You weakly laughed.

This confused Burning Spice Cookie, who thought for sure he had crumbled you.

“You’re still here with me?”

“I’ve got the same problem as you do, Spice. Good ol’ immortality, hehe.”

“You should still be reduced to specks of dust! That’s what all things that can’t handle the swing of my axe end up being...”

“Then maybe…you’re not hitting as hard as you admit.”

He grabs you by the collar, enraged by your statement.

“ARE YOU DOUBTING MY POWER?! I CAN REDUCE YOU TO BITS RIGHT NOW!”

“Then go ahead.”

“You’re not going to try to escape out of my hold?”

“Nope.”

He pauses for a moment before shaking his head, growling irritably as he lets you go, making you fall back onto the ground. You chuckle again.

“I knew ittttt~”

“WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO PERSIST LIKE THIS?! YOU ARE FIGHTING ONLY TO SEE EVERYTHING AROUND YOU CRUMBLE TO DUST!”

“You’ll live to see your kingdom crumble to dust and float away into the wind! Every Cookie you know will be gone! There is nothing worth trying anymore!”

“You don’t have to be scared…”

“Scared?”

“You’re scared of forming attachments, because you’ll have to watch them change and fade away while you remain the same. You can still cherish the time you have with them, the memories you have with them is the greatest treasure.”

“NOTHING lasts forever. Every path I have taken through eons has led me to one simple conclusion that ALL must be destroyed. What will YOU have after centuries? Where everything you hold dear will be gone?”

“…I can still have you. And you can still have me.”

“…What?!”

“If the problem is living forever, then we can live forever…together.”

Burning Spice, for the first time in a LONG time, felt a beat in his heart, something even he couldn’t believe was possible anymore as his face falls.

He felt…like he could care about something care as he fights with the conflicting feelings inside himself.!

“No, I shouldn’t…I can’t.”

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. It’s only natural that we gotta stick together, right?”

“You have the nerve to teach me. ME?!”

He grabbed your arms and lifted you up, seemingly ready to headbutt you or something else equally as bad….

…before he brought you close to him into a hug.

“I must give you credit. I have not felt like this for eons! It’s different, it feels warm, I need MORE of this!”

“You are RIGHT! Perhaps this can be a chance for me. What is it that you said? That we shall remain together FOREVER! HAHAHAHA!”

“Burning Spice Cookie….”

“What?”

“What is the meaning of-“

You both turn around to see an awakened, VERY pissed off Golden Cheese.

“Get your hands off MY treasure, you…”

[sirxaibs]

Kon-el | Connor Kent X readerbatsis!

⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡ ° Batblood ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡ °

uhhh self indulgent bat family stuff

masterlist

This is mostly Batfamily X Batsis. Though I think I had enough Conner Kent X Reader to classify this as a thing.

GUYS I WROTE DAMIENS NAME WRONG THROUGHOUT THIS WAIT

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡ ° ✩ The first thing you learn about your parents is that they are fundamentally incompatible. The second thing you learn is that they will never stop trying anyway.

You don’t remember a time when Bruce and Selina were ever something as simple as together. They exist in contradictions she flirts, he broods; she steals, he stops her; she leaves, he waits. You used to think they would eventually find a middle ground, but you’ve long since given up on that idea.

Bruce and Selina have always been on and off, a constant push and pull. He loves her, but he can’t accept her choices. She loves him, but she refuses to change for him. You grew up watching them dance around their feelings. One moment, she’s draped over his desk in the Batcave, teasing him, and the next, she’s gone without a trace, leaving only a cryptic note behind.

Still, they make sense, in a way that defies logic. And despite all their back and forth, they both love you just in completely different ways. The truth is, Bruce and Selina will never be able to give you the same kind of love.

⸻

“Again.”

You grit your teeth, clenching your fists as Bruce circles you in the Batcave’s training area. You’ve already gone through this drill a dozen times. Your muscles ache, your ribs are sore from earlier blows, but he’s relentless.

You feint left, then pivot sharply, throwing a kick at his side. He blocks it easily. Too easily. His expression remains unreadable, but you can feel his disapproval.

“Sloppy,” he says, stepping back. “You’re letting yourself get tired.”

“That’s because I am tired,” you snap. “We’ve been doing this for over an hour.”

He crosses his arms. “On the field, you don’t get to decide when you’re done.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, but Tim does? Jason does? Even Damian doesn’t get this much micromanaging.”

Bruce’s jaw tightens. “This isn’t about them. It’s about you.”

“No, it’s about me being your daughter.”

His silence confirms it.

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “You trained all of them, let them fight their own battles. You trusted them to figure it out. But me? You’re scared to let me.”

Bruce’s expression darkens. “I’m not scared.”

“Then what is it?” you challenge, stepping closer. “You push me harder than you ever pushed them, but you still won’t let me prove myself. What’s the point of all this if you’re just going to hold me back?”

His voice is quiet when he finally answers. “Because I can’t lose you.”

The weight of those words presses against your chest. You want to be angry, to keep fighting him on this, but the raw emotion in his voice makes it impossible.

You don’t know what to say, so you settle for the only truth you have.

“You won’t,” you murmur. “But you have to let me go.”

Bruce doesn’t answer. He just exhales slowly, tension still radiating from his stance. You don’t expect him to change overnight, but at the very least, he doesn’t call for another round. That’s something.

⸻

Selina finds you hours later, sprawled out on the balcony of her penthouse. You weren’t planning on coming here tonight, but after your fight with Bruce, you needed air. And if there’s one thing Selina understands, it’s the need to escape.

She slides the glass door open, stepping onto the rooftop with effortless grace. “I thought I’d find you here.”

You don’t turn to face her. “Bruce is being impossible.”

She chuckles, settling beside you. “He’s still your dad don’t call him bruce, though when isn’t he?”

You sigh, tilting your head back against the cool metal railing. “I just… I don’t know how to make him see me as more than just his kid. He acts like I’ll break if I take one wrong step.”

Selina hums thoughtfully. “That’s what he does. He builds walls around the things he loves, convinces himself it’s the only way to keep them safe.”

You glance at her. “And you?”

She smirks. “Oh, I’d never keep a bird in a cage. I’d teach her to fly.”

There’s something appealing about that. With Selina, there are no rules, no suffocating restrictions. Just a quiet, unwavering confidence in your abilities. Even if you don’t approve of the way she lives, you can’t deny that she makes you feel free.

She pulls a small velvet pouch from her pocket and tosses it into your lap.

You raise a brow. “Do I want to know?”

She grins. “Just a little something I picked up.”

You groan, shoving it back at her. “I told you to stop giving me stolen jewelry.”

Selina only laughs. “It’s not stolen technically. I swapped it for something better.”

“That’s still stealing.”

“Details, darling.”

You can’t help but laugh. She winks, ruffling your hair before standing. “Come on. Let’s get something to eat before you let your father’s brooding ruin your whole night.”

You shake your head but follow her anyway.

For all their differences, Bruce and Selina have one thing in common: they both love you, fiercely.

Your dad will always try to protect you from the world. Your mom will always remind you that it’s yours to take. You exist in the space between them.

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Patrol had been standard until it wasn’t. You and Tim had been watching an arms deal go down from the rooftops of Gotham’s East End. The intel from Oracle suggested this was a simple exchange one that didn’t require much interference. The plan was to observe, gather intel, and report back if things escalated. But you weren’t convinced.

Something felt off. You crouched beside Tim, scanning the warehouse below. The deal was happening inside, but your eyes were locked on a figure slipping through a side entrance, unnoticed by the others.

“Tim, we’ve got movement,” you whispered.

He barely glanced at the figure before shaking his head. “Not our priority. We wait and”

“I’m going after them,” you interrupted, already moving.

Tim grabbed your arm. “That’s not the plan.”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you insisted, shaking him off. “Cover me.”

And before he could protest, you were already gone.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The side entrance led you through a narrow corridor, crates stacked high along the walls. You moved quietly, using the shadows to your advantage.

The man you were following a mercenary by the look of his armor spoke softly into an earpiece. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the urgency in his tone sent a chill down your spine.

You pressed closer, peering around a crate. Then you saw it.

This wasn’t just an arms deal. There were bombs. Crates of them. Military grade explosives, lined up and ready to be moved.

Your stomach dropped.

“Oracle,” you whispered, touching your comm. “We have a problem.”

“I see it,” her voice came through your earpiece. “I’m running facial recognition on the men inside. This isn’t just some street gang these guys are mercenaries.”

“Figures.”

Tim’s voice suddenly crackled through. “You were supposed to wait.”

“I’d say ‘I told you so,’ but I’m a little busy.”

A movement caught your eye. The mercenary was reaching for a detonator.

Shit.

You sprang from cover, knocking him back with a swift kick to the ribs. The detonator clattered across the floor.

“Got company,” you muttered.

“On my way,” Tim responded.

But it was already too late.

The other mercenaries had heard the commotion, and within seconds, you were surrounded.

⸻

Fighting in the Fire

You moved on instinct, blocking the first blow aimed at your head and countering with a knee to the gut. The second merc swung at you with a baton, but you ducked, sweeping his legs out from under him.

The fight was brutal there were too many of them, and you were alone.

A blade sliced across your side, and you hissed, twisting to avoid a deeper wound. Blood soaked into your suit, but you ignored it, focusing on staying alive.

Then the explosion hit.

A grenade thrown from somewhere behind you detonated against one of the stacked crates. The force sent you flying, crashing through a pile of debris. Your ears rang, and your vision blurred.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard Tim’s voice in your earpiece. “Hold on I’m almost there!”

Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself to move.

You weren’t dying here.

When the dust settled, the mercenaries were either unconscious or retreating. The explosives were still intact, and Tim arrived just in time to secure them.

But you were wrecked.

He looked at you, taking in the blood seeping from your side. “You’re an idiot.”

You gave a weak smirk. “Yeah. But at least I was right.”

Tim muttered something under his breath before helping you out of the warehouse.

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The moment you step off the platform, you feel him before you see him.

Bruce is waiting. Arms crossed. Silent.

He’s still in the Batsuit, the cowl pulled back, his expression unreadable but you know better. You’ve seen that look before.

Tim doesn’t say a word. He just gives you one final glance and walks off, leaving you alone with the inevitable.

You brace yourself, but Bruce doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. His disappointment is a physical weight in the air.

“You abandoned your partner,” he says, voice like stone.

“I chased a lead.”

“You disobeyed orders.”

You grit your teeth. “It was the right call.”

He steps forward, and suddenly, you feel small. Not because you’re afraid Bruce would never hurt you but because his presence alone is suffocating.

“The right call?” His tone sharpens. “You were injured. You could have been killed.”

“But I wasn’t,” you argue, though the sting in your side says otherwise.

Bruce exhales slowly, his jaw tightening. “You’re reckless.”

“You don’t say that when literally anyone else is on a mission,” you snap.

He doesn’t answer immediately, and that silence stings. Because you already know the truth. You’re different. You’re his daughter. And that changes everything. but it doesn’t Damien is younger than you. You don’t get it.

“You’re dismissed,” he finally says, voice cold.

You hesitate, fists clenched, but there’s no point in arguing. Not when his mind is already made up.

You turn and head toward the med bay, fuming the entire way.

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You’re half out of your suit, sitting on the medical table while Alfred patches up your side, when Jason storms into the Batcave like a force of nature.

“The hell happened tonight?”

You groan. Of course he found out.

Bruce, still near the Batcomputer, barely glances up. “Jason”

Jason ignores him, turning straight to you. His eyes flick to the bloodstained bandages, and his expression darkens. “Who did this?”

“Relax,” you sigh. “It’s just a scratch.”

Jason scoffs. “A scratch?” He turns to Bruce, eyes blazing. “What the hell was she doing in a situation where she could end up like this?”

“I made the call,” you interject. “It was my decision.”

Jason looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “That’s not a good thing, dumbass.”

You scowl. “It’s part of the job.”

Jason shakes his head, pacing. “Nah. No. You shouldn’t be out there like this. He shouldn’t be letting you”

“I let her do nothing,” Bruce interrupts, his voice a low warning.

Jason laughs humorless, sharp. “Oh, really? Because it looks to me like you’re putting her through the same damn cycle we all went through. How long before she ends up dead in an alley too?”

“Jason”

“No, screw that,” Jason snaps. “You’re just letting her walk into this life like it’s fine. Like it’s not gonna chew her up and spit her out like the rest of us.”

You push yourself up from the table, ignoring the sharp sting in your side. “I chose this, Jason. No one forced me.”

Jason turns his glare on you. “You don’t get it, do you? You think this is just about being a hero, about doing good?” He scoffs. “It’s a death sentence.”

You clench your jaw. “So what, you expect me to just sit at home and do nothing?”

“I expect you to be smarter than this,” he snaps.

Before you can fire back, his eyes narrow, and suddenly, the conversation takes a sharp turn.

“Speaking of dumb decisions,” Jason mutters, crossing his arms. “You’re still with Superboy, right?”

Your frustration spikes. “Oh my godseriously?”

Jason gives you a deadpan look. “knock off superman? Really? You could do better.”

You throw your hands up. “Why does everyone have a problem with me dating Conner?”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Because he’s a walking red flag wrapped in blue spandex.”

You glare. “That’s rich coming from you.”

Jason scowls. “I don’t trust him.”

“You don’t trust anyone.”

He doesn’t deny it.

You exhale sharply, rubbing your temples. “Look, I’m tired, I’m injured, and I don’t have the energy for this right now.”

Jason studies you for a moment, then sighs, running a hand through his hair. His anger hasn’t faded completely, but the sharp edge of it has dulled.

“Fine,” he mutters. “But if he ever screws up, I will break his face.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a flicker of something warmer underneath the annoyance. Jason will never say it outright, but you know what this is.

It’s not just anger. It’s fear.

Bruce was right about one thing losing people leaves scars. And Jason? He has more than most. He won’t stop you from fighting your battles. But he’ll sure as hell be there when you fall.

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Dating in the Batfamily was a challenge. Dating Conner Kent? That was practically a declaration of war.

You weren’t an idiot you knew what your family thought of him. Bruce didn’t trust him. Superman’s clone, an unpredictable force of power, a boy with too much strength and too little control. That’s how your father saw him, at least. Jason didn’t respect him. “A knock off in a leather jacket? Come on, you can do so much better.”

Tim was wary. Conner was his best friend, but even he had his doubts when it came to you.

And your mother? Selina raised a delicate brow when she first caught wind of your relationship, a teasing smirk playing at her lips. “Oh, darling,” she had purred. “You know how your father’s going to react, right?”

You had sighed, rubbing your temples. “Yes, Mother, I know.”

She had hummed in amusement. “Well, Im starting to think i’m a bad influence, at least try not to be like me and your dad.”

“Mom.”

She had only laughed.

At first, it was easier to keep it hidden. You and Conner met in the shadows, in places no one else would look.

Abandoned rooftops, dimly lit diners on the outskirts of the city, quiet parks in the dead of night where he could float just above the ground, keeping you wrapped in the warmth of his presence.

He wasn’t like Superman and you weren’t just Batman’s daughter.

That’s what you loved about being with him. When he looked at you, he didn’t see the vigilante, the heir to Gotham’s dark legacy. He didn’t see someone who had to be perfect. He saw you. Your flaws, your fears, your messy, complicated emotions. And he never tried to change them.

“I don’t care about what your dad thinks,” he had told you once, leaning back against the fire escape outside your window. “Or your brothers. Or your mom, even.”

You raised a brow. “Not even a little?”

He grinned. “Okay, maybe a little. But it doesn’t change anything.”

You had smirked. “You are stubborn.”

“Says the girl who won’t admit she likes me.”

You scoffed, but he had been right. Liking him had been the easy part. Accepting that he was yours? That had been harder.

Gotham was a city of ghosts.

Your life had been built on shadows, on silent movements, on always thinking five steps ahead. Mistakes had consequences, emotions were weaknesses, and attachments?

They got you killed.

But Conner… Conner made you feel like you were alive.

He never cared about the weight of your family name. He never expected you to be perfect. He let you be wrong, and he still stood by you.

One night, after a brutal mission, you had been exhausted, bruised, and pissed at your father for another round of overprotection.

Conner had found you on the rooftop of your shared apartment, sitting at the edge, staring out at the skyline.

He had landed softly beside you, his presence warm against the cold night.

“You okay?”

You hadn’t answered right away.

Then, quietly, you had admitted, “Sometimes I think its much more worth it to leave this place”

Conner had been silent for a moment before he shifted closer. “Yeah. I get that.”

And you knew he did. Superman saw him as something broken. A project. An accident to be controlled. Bruce saw you as something fragile. Something not ready.

You had glanced at Conner then, at the way he looked at you not as something to fix, but as someone whole. You had leaned into him, and he had let you.

That was the thing about Conner.

He didn’t just love you. He trusted you to be exactly who you were.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Your father was the last to acknowledge it.

Bruce had spent months pretending you weren’t sneaking out to see Conner, pretending he didn’t know why your patrol routes started conveniently lining up with the edge of the city.

But Bruce noticed everything. eventually, he noticed him. It started with the little things.

Conner was always near you in battle, always the first to shield you from an explosion, always ready to catch you if you fell.

Bruce watched the way Conner would take the hit for you not because he thought you couldn’t handle it, but because he could. Conner was powerful, but he never used that strength to control you. He never underestimated you.

One night, after a particularly nasty fight against a group of assassins, you had ended up battered and bloody, a knife wound deep in your side.

Conner had carried you back to the Cave.

Bruce had been waiting.

The air had been tense as Conner laid you gently on the med bay table, his jaw tight, eyes burning with barely contained fury.

“She shouldn’t have been alone,” Conner had said, voice sharp.

Bruce had met his glare, unreadable. “Yeah she shouldn’t have.”

“Then act right on this and she wouldn’t have been alone,” Conner snapped. “shes strong but I don’t care like assholes like you neither does she.”

Silence.

Then Bruce had simply turned and walked away. It wasn’t approval. But it wasn’t rejection, either. You supposed, in his way, Bruce was starting to understand.

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Looking back now, lying in the med bay once again, you let out a slow breath.

The room was empty.

The cave was silent.

Your body ached, your side still throbbing from the mission gone wrong. You stared at the ceiling, letting exhaustion creep in.

Jason’s words still echoed in your head.

“Tights and a cape? Really?”

You sighed.

They’d never understand.

when Conner held you, when he saw you, when he treated you like something more than just Batman’s daughter… It didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

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Gotham was different when Dick was in town. Maybe it was the way he carried himself loose, easy, like the city didn’t weigh on his shoulders the way it did on everyone else’s. Maybe it was because he didn’t live here anymore, so Gotham’s shadows didn’t cling to him the way they clung to you, to Jason, to Bruce.

Either way, his presence always changed the air. Right now, though? It just made the tension in the Batcave feel even heavier.

Dick had barely been back for a full twenty four hours before he noticed. The way Bruce’s jaw was tighter than usual, how Jason was avoiding both of you, how Tim kept smirking behind his coffee cup like he was enjoying the chaos. And you?

You were just done.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched.

Watched as Bruce checked your gear three times before your patrol. Watched as Jason kept throwing pointed glances your way, muttering curses under his breath like you were the idiot. Watched as Tim leaned back against the Batcomputer with the most entertained expression, like this was his own personal sitcom.

Eventually, Dick just sighed.

“Alright, kid,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Burgers. Let’s go.”

Bruce barely looked up. “She has patrol.”

Dick raised a brow. “No, she has burgers with her favorite brother.”

Jason scoffed from across the room. “Favorite? Yeah, okay, Nightwing.”

Tim sipped his coffee. “I don’t know, Jay. He is also my favourite.”

You didn’t argue. You just grabbed your jacket and followed Dick out before Bruce could protest.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The diner was a little hole in the wall place, tucked between two crumbling buildings. Greasy food, crappy lighting, the kind of place that felt like Gotham to its core. You slumped into the booth, arms crossed as Dick slid in across from you.

He didn’t push. Didn’t prod. Just casually unwrapped his burger and took a bite, waiting. It didn’t take long for you to break.

“He treats me like a soldier,” you said suddenly, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Not even a good one. Just one he doesn’t trust to make their own decisions.”

Dick chewed, nodding. “Bruce?”

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously Bruce.”

You picked at your fries. “he’s such an ass, i know he’s had this tough love thing since Jason but god why cant he let me be? Every move I make, he second guesses. Every mission, he reroutes my patrol to keep me ‘safer.’ He acts like I’m some reckless idiot who’s one bad decision away from getting killed.”

Dick hummed. “Jason probably isn’t helping.”

You huffed. “Oh, he’s worse. At least Bruce lets me fight Jason acts like I’m made of glass. Like I need protecting, like I can’t handle myself.”

Dick smirked. “Well, you did almost get blown up yesterday.”

You scowled. “That’s not the point.”

“Mmhmm.”

You ignored him and kept going.

“And then there’s Tim. Who just smirks. Like he enjoys watching me get lectured by dad and chewed out by Jason. Like this is all some kind of entertainment to him.”

Dick laughed. “It is entertaining.”

You threw a fry at him. He caught it without looking.

“It’s just” You exhaled sharply. “Bruce doesn’t trust me, Jason coddles me, and Tim thinks it’s all a joke. And yet Damian gets to do whatever the hell he wants.”

Dick raised a brow. “Ah. So this is about Damian.”

You stabbed your fork into your fries. “It’s not. It’s about all of it. But also? Yeah. It’s about Damian.”

Dick took another bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully. “Bruce would let him get away with murder?”

“Literally,” you muttered. “Meanwhile, I take one risk one calculated risk and suddenly I’m ‘not ready.’”

Dick sighed, setting his burger down. “Okay. So, what’s the actual problem?”

You frowned. “I just told you”

“No, I mean the real problem. You don’t actually care that Bruce is strict. You expect that. You don’t even care that Jason’s overprotective he does that to everyone he loves.”

You looked away. “…So?”

“So,” he said, smirking, “what you actually hate is that they don’t see you as an equal.”

You frowned.

Dick leaned back, crossing his arms. “They see you as their little sister. Their daughter. They see someone they have to protect, not someone they can trust.”

Your grip on your fork tightened. “And that’s not fair.”

“No,” he agreed easily. “It’s not.”

Silence stretched between you.

Then, casually, Dick added, “But hey, at least Conner treats you like an equal.”

You froze mid bite.

Slowly, you looked up at him.

He grinned.

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t.”

He tilted his head. “What?”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying,” he teased. “You could’ve gone for someone normal, but nooo. You had to pick another dark, broody, overpowered meathead”

“Dick, I swear”

“You surround yourself with annoying guys”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Never speak again.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” He leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously. “In fact, I think I should speak more. Maybe bring this up at family dinner. Hey, Bruce, did you know your daughter has a thing for emotionally constipated guys in leather?”

You threw another fry at him.

He dodged it effortlessly, laughing.

“Dick. I will kill you.”

“I kinda want to meet this guy.”

You glared.

He just smiled. But despite your annoyance, despite everything Bruce’s overprotection, Jason’s coddling, Tim’s smirking something about the conversation helped. Because at least one of your brothers saw you.

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You regretted ever telling your family now. Dick knowing about Conner means you’ve been introduced to hell.

oh satan over there? yeah he’s on the body of your bug brother.

Not because he was mad not even because he was disapproving but because he was Dick.

Which meant relentless teasing.

Which meant grinning at you like he had the world’s juiciest blackmail material. Which meant the exact sentence that had been haunting you ever since your burger night.

“I want to meet my younger sister’s hero.”

It had been two days. Two. And he would not let it go.

You tried to avoid it. Tried to make excuses. But Dick was persistent.

So now here you were on a Gotham rooftop, arms crossed, glaring at him as he sat on the ledge like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m interested,” he corrected. “I mean, c’mon. I’ve only ever heard about this guy from our brothers, and none of them have anything nice to say.” He smirked. “Figured I should form my own opinion.”

You groaned. “Can you not?”

“Oh, I definitely can,” he said. “I just won’t.”

Before you could argue further, a gust of wind swept through the air, and There he was.

Conner landed a few feet away, hands in his jacket pockets, red cape billowing slightly behind him. His gaze flickered between you and Dick, brows furrowed in mild suspicion.

“You okay?” he asked you first, like he always did.

You exhaled. “Yeah. I just ” You shot Dick a look. “Had a situation to handle.”

Conner raised an eyebrow.

Dick, meanwhile, was grinning.

“Well, well, well,” he said, standing up and brushing off his suit. “The infamous Superboy.”

Conner’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And you’re…?”

Dicks mouth dropped glancing to you “Oh, wow. That actually hurt.” Then he extended a hand. “Dick Grayson. Also known as Nightwing. Also known as best older brother. Nice to finally meet you.”

Conner eyed him for a second before shaking his hand. “…Right.”

Dick’s smirk widened. “So. You’re the little guy my little sister’s been sneaking around with, huh?”

You instantly regretted your entire life.

Conner’s gaze flickered to you before he answered, clearly unsure how to respond. “Guess so…?”

“Oh, I like him already,” Dick laughed. “Got that classic ‘brooding hero’ energy. I see the appeal.”

You glared. “Dick”

“I mean, you do have a type,” he continued, grinning at you. “The whole ‘dark, broody, overpowered’ thing? Classic. keep the family values. I respect it.”

Conner glanced at you, fidgeting slightly as if trying to hold back a laugh. “its not a wrong point.”

You smacked his arm. “Not you too.”

Dick just laughed. “So. How’s the Super life treating you?”

Conner shrugged awkwardly, clearly not sure how to navigate the conversation. “Could be worse.”

“Dealing with my family yet?”

“All the time.”

Dick nodded sagely. “Yeah, that’s rough, buddy.”

Conner gave a quiet, awkward chuckle. “It’s not that bad.” His gaze softened slightly when he looked at you. “She makes it easier.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. Then slowly he grinned.

“Oh, man,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re down bad.”

You groaned. “Dick. it’s gross when you say that. Shut up.”

“I love this,” he continued, delighted. “This is so much better than I imagined.”

Conner crossed his arms and tried to lean against the ledge nonchalantly, but there was a slight stiff tension in his posture. “I wont stop her if she starts fighting”

Dick gasped, hand over his heart. “You’d turn her against me?”

“mmmmm i’m in a Y/n wrongs and right are rights morality,” Conner pointed out with a soft, awkward chuckle.

Dick sighed. “ew you sound like me with women.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay. We’re done here.”

But before you could drag Conner away, Dick clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, all jokes aside,” he said, suddenly more serious, “I get why Bruce and Jason are… difficult about this. You’re powerful. You’re dangerous. You’re not one of us.”

Conner tensed slightly, glancing over at you like he didn’t know how to respond.

Dick met his gaze. “But I see how you look at her. And I see how she looks at you.” His expression softened. “So, for what it’s worth? You’ve got my approval.”

Conner blinked, clearly caught off guard. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the flush creeping up his neck. “Wasn’t asking.”

Dick grinned. “Oh, I really like you.”

You groaned. “I hate both of you.”

Conner just took your hand, squeezing lightly, trying to brush off the awkwardness that had started to settle in. “You love me.” he whispered

You muttered something under your breath. Dick slung an arm around your shoulders, still grinning.

“Alright, Superboy. Don’t break her heart. Or I will break you.”

Conner didn’t flinch. “You could try.”

“Ohhh, I really really like him.”

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The gala was everything you dreaded about Gotham’s elite. The high end designers. The glittering chandeliers. The fake smiles and empty conversations about stock markets and charities you knew were just tax write offs. You were dreading it. But you had no choice. Your dad had insisted.

“You’re going with me,” Bruce had said, his tone one you couldn’t argue with. “Damien’s going too.”

Damien.

You rolled your eyes. If there was one silver lining, it was that Damien would make the night more bearable. Sure, he was insufferable, but deep down, he was your favorite… well one of them.

You didn’t know when it started, but you couldn’t deny it. Every time someone made a comment about you, something snide about being Bruce Wayne’s daughter or how you’d grown up in a world of privilege, Damien was right there. He might have been a bratty little boy, but he had a surprisingly soft spot for you.

He’d bark back at anyone who dared talk down to you. And that always made you smile.

Still, you hated the galas. The whole act of pretending to be someone you weren’t, of feigning interest in the people who rubbed elbows with the most corrupt figures in Gotham. It made you feel like you were just another part of Bruce Wayne’s PR machine, just another Wayne for the rich to admire, the perfect daughter.

You weren’t. At least not in the way they thought you were.

⸻

You stood in front of the mirror in your dress, adjusting the neckline slightly. It wasn’t too flashy. Not as tight or revealing as some of the other dresses you’d seen at these events. It wasn’t your style to try and look like you were above everyone else. There was an elegance to it, sure, but it wasn’t over the top.

You sighed, glancing at the clock. You were almost late. You had not been in the mood to get dressed up and pretend you weren’t itching to leave this stupid party as soon as you walked in.

The door to your room creaked open just a bit, and you turned to see Damien standing in the doorway, his usual scowl plastered on his face.

“Are you done yet?” he demanded, crossing his arms.

You blinked at him. “Are you done yet? You look like a little mini Bruce.”

He shot you a glare. “I’ll have you know, I’m a Wayne too, and I’m far superior to Father in many ways.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Mm. Sure, Damien. If that’s what helps you sleep at night.”

Damien’s eyes narrowed in the way they always did when he was being stubborn. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t embarrass the family again.”

“Again?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

You chuckled. “Whatever, Damien. Just don’t get in my way.”

He huffed, but his expression softened for a second. “You know, you don’t have to act like you don’t belong there. It’s your place.”

The rare kindness from Damien caught you off guard. You almost wanted to tease him about it, but something in the way he said it made you pause.

Before you could respond, Bruce’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Damien, [Y/N], let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes. No escape.

⸻

The gala was in full swing when you arrived, the grand ballroom filled with well dressed Gotham’s elite, all laughing, talking, and pretending to be better than they really were. As you walked in behind Bruce and Damien, you couldn’t help but feel like a fish out of water.

Damien, ever the mini Bruce, stepped confidently beside you, his posture straight, eyes sharp. He barely even looked at anyone around him, already ready to shoot down any attempts at conversation. You, on the other hand, put on your best poker face, walking with your head high, but your mind already halfway to escaping.

Bruce was already surrounded by some of the usual suspects, but it didn’t take long for the first person to notice you.

“You know,” a woman with a glass of champagne in hand said, smiling in that way people did when they thought they were better than you. “It’s nice to see the Wayne family so well represented. A fine, upstanding family, despite… well, you know…”

The pause was intentional, like she wanted to see if you’d react to the snide remark. It was a comment about your family’s history, a little jab that no one dared speak out loud but always found a way to slip into their conversations. Isnt being a woman supposed to be about supporting other women? Damien arguably had the same history as you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Damien beat you to it.

“That’s quite enough.” He said it flatly, stepping forward with a warning glare. “I’m sure if you don’t have anything productive to say, you’d be better off leaving.”

The woman blinked, surprised by the bluntness, but Damien was already walking away, his weird little aura behind him like he was some miniature Dark Knight.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. You were right. He was your favorite.

Bruce glanced at you both, an eyebrow arched. He had seen the whole exchange. You could practically feel him holding back a smirk.

“Damien,” Bruce said, his voice a little too controlled. “You don’t have to go picking fights.”

Damien didn’t back down. “I’m simply defending Y/n. Some of these people need to remember their place.”

Bruce didn’t say anything, but the faintest glimmer of approval passed through his gaze, and it was enough.

⸻

The night dragged on, but you found yourself less uncomfortable with Damien by your side. His quiet protectiveness, the way he always seemed to catch the smallest slight before you did, made it easier to navigate the pretentious conversations. Every time someone made a comment about your family, you could feel Damien’s posture tense and his eyes narrow. And each time, he defended you.

Despite everything, despite how much you complained about his bratty tendencies, Damien was your brat. the weight of the night began to settle. The glittering lights of the gala still flickered in your mind, but the presence of your father and Damien beside you made the ride back almost bearable. Damien, as usual, sat stiffly, his posture perfect even in the backseat of the car, while Bruce remained uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze focused out the window.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Damien, who was looking out his own window, seemingly lost in thought. There had been a moment earlier when Bruce had shared a look with him, something small but meaningful a look you couldn’t quite place. But it was enough to make you feel something unspoken between the two of them. It wasn’t often you saw your father show a soft spot for anyone, let alone his own kids.

The car pulled up to the Manor, and as it came to a stop, you turned to Damien, the words already spilling out before you could stop them.

“You know, you’re not as bad as you pretend to be,” you said, voice teasing but soft. “I might just like you after all.”

Damien scoffed. “You shouldn’t like me. I’m better than you, after all.”

“Pfft, whatever,” you grinned, ignoring his words. The sudden burst of affection you felt in that moment made you throw all your self control out the window. Without thinking, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

Damien let out an exaggerated, dramatic gasp, his body going stiff in shock. “Unhand me, woman,” he hissed, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden outburst of affection.

You ignored his protests, squeezing him tighter. “Nope! Not until you admit that you love me.”

Damien scowled, his face flushing just slightly. “I do not love you, you foolish girl.” But there was no hiding the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he tried unsuccessfully to push you away.

Bruce, who had been watching the exchange with mild amusement, cleared his throat from the front seat, as though reminding you both that you weren’t exactly alone. But it was too late to stop now.

You pulled back just enough to look Damien in the eye, still grinning like a cat. “Come on, admit it. I know you love me.”

Damien tried to glare at you, but there was no hiding the slight curve of his lips. “I tolerate you,” he said begrudgingly.

You held him tighter. “Close enough!”

He growled, finally breaking free from your grip. “This is not over,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his suit with a dramatic flair.

You leaned back, still grinning like an idiot. “Sure, sure, Damien. You can pretend all you want.”

Bruce finally spoke up, his tone surprisingly light. “Alright, break it up, you two. We’ve still got a whole night to get through.”

Damien shot a glare at Bruce. “I’m not the one causing disruptions here.”

You and Bruce shared a look, and for just a brief second, you saw it, something rare and almost tender between the two of them. Damien wasn’t as bad as you’d thought. he had his own way of showing care.

Damien, still grumbling, marched ahead toward the front door, muttering something about how he was going to “train” and “get away from these ridiculous people.” But you knew better. Underneath the bravado, Damien was just like everyone else in this family he cared.

As you stepped out of the car and onto the front porch of Wayne Manor, the cool night air hit your face, carrying the faint scent of rain. You were exhausted, mentally drained from the fake smiles and shallow conversations of the gala, and the weight of the night hung heavy on your shoulders. You couldn’t wait to retreat to your room, get out of this damn dress, and let your thoughts settle.

But as you walked toward the front door, something or rather someone caught your eye. Standing by the door, just under the archway of the Manor, was a familiar silhouette. The figure straightened when he saw you approach, a soft smile appearing on his face.

Conner.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected him to be here, but there he was, waiting for you, like he always did.

“Hey,” you said softly, as you run over to him. your exhaustion suddenly lifting at the sight of him.

He tilted his head, his expression a mix of amusement and concern. “You look… very beautiful tonight.”

You let out a small, tired chuckle. “Beautiful? someone is learning how to express his emotions”

Conner’s brow furrowed, his eyes scanning you like he could see the exhaustion beneath your calm exterior. He stepped forward, his large frame nearly blocking the door. “You okay?”

You nodded, but only half heartedly. “Yeah, just… tired of it all. Tired of pretending.”

Conner didn’t say anything at first, but his gaze softened. His next words were simple, but they always meant more than you expected. “you’re done now, don’t have to think about it now.”

You stepped closer to him, letting the tension in your body melt just a little. “Thanks, Conner. It means a lot. I don’t think I could stand much more of these stupid galas if I didn’t know you’d be waiting for me.”

He smiled at that, the kind of smile that made your heart flutter in your chest, as he stepped aside to let you in. “Always. You know I’ve got your back.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “You’re the best.”

Conner chuckled, stepping back as you passed him. “I’m just doing my job, keeping you out of trouble.”

You shot him a playful look over your shoulder. “Really? Keeping me out of trouble?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, you seem to find it even when I’m not around.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, but the moment you passed him, you felt his hand gently grasp your arm, a soft but firm hold that pulled you back toward him.

“What?” you asked, confused.

Conner was staring at you, his blue eyes intense but gentle. “You looked like you needed someone tonight. If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”

You stared at him for a moment, letting his words settle. But instead of saying anything, you simply let out a long sigh and let your shoulders relax. You didn’t need to talk about it now. Not when Conner was here, offering comfort without the need for words.

Instead, you smiled softly, stepping into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “I think… I think I just need this right now.”

Conner wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as if to shield you from everything outside this moment. “I’ve got you.”

You closed your eyes, letting the familiar warmth of his embrace wrap around you.

The moment of quiet was shattered by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.

You tensed slightly, already knowing exactly who it was before you even turned your head.

Bruce stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, expression unreadable but his presence alone was enough to make the warmth in your chest falter just a bit.

“It’s late,” he said, voice even, but carrying that weight of authority only he could manage. “You should be inside now.”

You sighed, pulling back slightly from Conner but keeping your hand locked around his wrist. Of course, Bruce had impeccable timing.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” you muttered, turning toward the door but you didn’t let go of Conner. Instead, you tugged him along with you, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Bruce’s eyes flicked down to your hand still gripping Conner’s, his expression barely changing, but you knew he noticed.

Conner hesitated for half a second, casting a glance between you and your father, as if gauging whether it was a terrible idea to follow you inside. But you weren’t giving him a choice.

Bruce let out the tiniest sigh, stepping aside to let you both in, but not without a warning glance at Conner.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Bruce said evenly.

Conner just glared at him, tight lipped smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

You definitely caught the way Bruce’s brow twitched ever so slightly at the sir, but you didn’t dwell on it. You just smirked to yourself and pulled Conner further into the Manor, past your father, past all the unspoken tension, and straight toward the one place you could finally relax.

Conner leaned in as you walked, voice low and teasing. “You dragged me in here.”

You grinned up at him. “What, scared of my dad?”

Conner huffed. “No. But I am scared of what your brothers are gonna say when they see me here.”

You just laughed. “Oh, you should be.”

As you pulled Conner deeper into the Manor, you moved quickly, knowing full well that the longer you lingered, the higher the chance of getting ambushed by one of your loving brothers.

You practically speed walked through the grand hall, past the dimly lit corridors.

���Ah, welcome home, Miss.”

You skidded to a stop as Alfred appeared seemingly out of nowhere, standing near the bottom of the staircase with his usual composed demeanor.

Conner tensed beside you, standing up straighter like he was about to get scolded. Clearly, even he wasn’t immune to Alfred’s presence.

You shot the butler a quick smile, still keeping a tight grip on Conner’s wrist. “Hey, Alfred. Gala was awful, as expected. Goodnight!”

And before he could reply, you dragged Conner up the stairs.

“Goodnight, Miss. Goodnight, Mister Conner,” Alfred called after you, voice laced with mild amusement.

Conner barely managed to glance over his shoulder to offer a polite, “Uh goodnight, sir,” before he was pulled around the corner and out of sight.

When you finally made it to your room, you threw the door open and all but shoved Conner inside before shutting it behind you with a sigh of relief.

“Okay, safe,” you muttered, leaning against the door.

Conner raised a brow. “You act like we just broke into the White House.”

You pointed a finger at him. “This house probably has better security than the white house.”

Conner snorted, shaking his head as he glanced around your room. He’d been here before, but it was still surreal for him standing in Wayne Manor.

You walked over to your bed, flopping onto it dramatically. “I swear, I love Alfred, but he always pops up at the worst moments. It’s like a sixth sense.”

Conner smirked, stepping closer. “Maybe he was just making sure I wasn’t sneaking in to corrupt his favorite Wayne.”

You peeked up at him through your arms. “Bold of you to assume I’m his favorite.”

He sat down beside you, resting his elbows on his knees. “You definitely are.”

You grinned, nudging him lightly with your foot. “Flatter me more, Superboy.”

Conner just chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need flattery. You already know how great you are.”

You huffed, rolling onto your side. “Tell that to my dad.”

Conner didn’t say anything right away, just let his hand rest on yours, grounding you. You let out a slow breath, the exhaustion of the day finally settling in.

“Get some sleep,” Conner murmured. “I’ll stay as long as you want.”

You didn’t even think about it before squeezing his hand. “Stay.”

And he did.

Conner sat beside you on the bed, his fingers tracing absentminded circles against your wrist. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across his face, making his blue eyes stand out even more than usual. He was warm, solid, grounding in a way you desperately needed after the night you’d had.

You shifted closer, tilting your head up toward him. He caught the movement instantly, his gaze flicking down to your lips before he leaned in, closing the space between you.

The kiss was gentle at first, unhurried. His lips pressed against yours in a way that made your chest tighten not with nerves, but with something softer, something steady. His hand slid up, fingertips brushing your jaw before cradling your face, pulling you just a little closer.

You sighed against him, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. He kissed you again, deeper this time, as if memorizing the shape of your lips, as if reminding himself that you were here, that you were his.

A loud noise from the window, followed by the distinct sound of fabric rustling, and then.

THUD.

Conner barely had time to pull back before a voice cut through the moment.

“Oh, come on I just ate.”

You both snapped your heads toward the window, where Tim stood, looking absolutely horrified, like he’d just walked in on the worst crime imaginable.

You groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “Jesus Christ, Tim”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose like he was experiencing actual pain. “You know I tolerate this relationship for your sake, right? Doesn’t mean I need to see it.”

“Theres a reason we’re in my room with the door closed. what did you even want anyways”

“Ok miss shitbag, I was gonna see if you brought any food from the gala”

Conner, looking far too smug for someone just caught making out, leaned back on his hands. “You could’ve knocked.”

Tim made a disgusted face. “Knocked? On her window? I didn’t think I needed a warning before coming in.” He gestured wildly between the two of you. “I thought I was safe! But no, I have to live with the trauma of seeing my best friend all over my sister.”

You threw a pillow at him. “We weren’t even doing anything!”

Tim caught it with one hand, unimpressed. “There was face touching. That’s enough.”

Conner just shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, I think she’s a better kisser than you.”

Tim immediately gagged, doubling over like he’d been physically attacked. “WHY WOULD THAT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!”

You burst out laughing, while Conner grinned like he’d won something.

Tim groaned dramatically, shaking his head as he turned toward the window. “I hate this. I hate both of you. I’m leaving.”

“Goodnight, Tim,” you called sweetly.

“I hope you both stub your toes,” he shot back before disappearing out the window.

As soon as he was gone, you turned to Conner, still grinning. “You did that on purpose.”

Conner smirked. “Maybe.”

You rolled your eyes before pulling him back down into another kiss because if Tim was gonna be dramatic about it, you might as well make it worth it.

[paperultra]

back of house.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,113 words Warnings: Mild swearing

If it weren’t for his principles regarding women, you’re fairly certain Sanji would’ve throttled and strung you up to dry by now.

“I … I’m impressed, sweetheart,” he says with a bright smile, though under the swinging lights of the kitchen it seems more out of pain than pleasure. “You managed to burn water.”

Your cheeks flame as you peer into the blackened pot with him, all traces of the water you’d been tasked with boiling completely gone. Vanished. You have no idea how or why.

“I’m sorry, Sanji.”

“No need to apologize. Everybody makes mistakes –”

“Sanji!” you hear Zeff before you see him round the corner. “Why the hell do I smell something burning in my kitchen?”

“None of your business, old man,” Sanji snaps immediately, murmuring a quiet excuse me, dear to you before taking the pot by the handle and heading to the sink. He twists the faucet open and running water roars like thunder in your ears as he thrusts the pot underneath. “I have it under control.”

“Under control, eh?" Zeff says. He suddenly turns his squinted gaze upon you, and you shrivel. “This your doing, missy?”

“I –”

“Leave her alone,” Sanji interrupts. “I didn’t give clear enough instructions. It was my fault.”

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that.” Eyeing your guilty and defeated figure next to the stove, Zeff shakes his head with a sigh and points you to the door. “[Y/n], go out and wait tables for the rest of your shift.”

Immediately, you make a move to remove your apron. “Oka –”

Sanji makes a noise of dissent and turns the faucet off. “Wait tables? She can still chop the vegetables and help me plate.”

“You’ll do that yourself. Front of house needs the extra person, anyway.”

“I’m her mentor.”

“And I’m the damn boss.”

The rest of the staff roll their eyes and carry on while the two men argue in the middle of the kitchen. You swallow and take your apron off, balling it up in your hands. This isn’t the first time they’ve butted heads over your incompetence, and watching them now cuts at your last shred of dignity.

Clearing your throat, you grimace when Sanji’s head whips around to look at you.

“Zeff’s right,” you tell him. “Dinner rush is coming up soon and I’ll just be in the way, anyway.”

Zeff grunts with satisfaction.

The expression on Sanji’s face reminds you of a kicked puppy. “But …” he begins to protest.

“Oi, you heard what she said. Get back to work! We have customers waiting!”

Sanji blusters about before heading back to his station, casting you one final, forlorn look as he does so. You imagine that your own face looks just the same when you turn to leave.

—

You take orders and serve customers for the remainder of the day, as promised, and help with cleanup after closing time. And then, long after the sun’s dipped below the horizon, Sanji joins you on the upper deck with a steaming bowl of seafood fried rice.

“For the madam,” he says with a smile, offering you the bowl.

You accept it silently and take a bite as he sits down next to you. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach. You’ve never known a home quite like Sanji’s cooking.

His eyes remain fixed on you as you eat all of the rice, scraping the bowl for every last grain and setting it down beside you once you’re finished.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. I figured it would cheer you up.”

“It did.”

It did, and yet, your lips tremble and your throat closes up. You clench your hands into fists in your lap.

Sanji’s hand immediately presses your shoulder as you sniffle. “Are you alright?” he questions worriedly.

(His attentiveness strikes you like a hot iron sometimes, even now.)

“Why haven’t you given up on me yet?” you whisper.

His brow furrows. As if it’s obvious, he answers, “You want to be a cook. A lady’s wish is my command.” Sanji pauses. “And I can’t call myself the greatest cook in the East Blue if I can’t teach others to be great cooks as well.”

“I think you’d be the greatest regardless.”

You glance at him through watery eyes in time to see his face flush a deep red. He looks away hastily, chuckling with feigned modesty. “I’m flattered that you think so highly of me.”

Your shoulders lift in a shrug as you look back down at your hands. You reach up to blot away your tears.

How could you not think the world of Sanji? Or the world of anyone at the Baratie, for that matter? When you were kicked off the merchant ship you’d stowed away on two years ago, you had been sure that you’d be banned from setting foot in such a fine-looking restaurant. Years of scorn and slammed doors had not given you the chance to think otherwise.

But Sanji spotted you on the docks, called you madam like you really were one, cooked you a meal in the kitchen and talked to you. Zeff gave you a job and a bed of your own. The staff gave you a family.

“We’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll figure out something that’ll make everything click for you, and you’ll be a proper cook in no time.” Sanji leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and winks up at you. “I promise.”

As always, your heart skips a beat.

“Okay.”

Maybe, you realize suddenly, you don’t necessarily want to be a cook so much as you want to love the way Sanji does.

“That’s my girl.” Standing up, Sanji takes your empty bowl in one hand and offers the other for you to take. “Now, shall I walk the madam to her room, or does she wish to stay out on the deck for a while?”

You allow yourself to grin, considering. “The madam wishes to stay out here and …” you hesitate but then decide to soldier on, “and possibly chat with a dear friend for a few more minutes?”

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

Sanji’s eyes widen a bit. Then he blinks, and then he smiles, drawing his hand back and quickly sitting down next to you once more.

“A lady’s wish is my command,” he says.

He takes out a cigarette, making a quip about Patty while he lights it, and your combined laughter rings out across the Baratie. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach.

Indeed, this is home.

[gingernut1314]

Head On ch. 8

Summary: You and your friends go to see Viktor off to school when you all are met with a horrid sight. All you want is to get everyone out safely and for Silco back at your side.

Content: female reader, gendered terms, pre-season 1 arcane, young Vander, young Silco, young Sevika, young reader, young Felicia, young Connol, baby Vi, Nadia & Nikolai are Viktor's parents, pre-teen Viktor, canon typical violence, riots, guns/blood, friend reunions, confessing feelings, reader has water manipulation, smoking, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna, Felicia & Connol)

Word Count: 7.6K

Tag List: @miffysoo , @teriyakiitae , @locinne , @equaniimouxx , @cipher-nine

@shi-toshi , @sebastianlover

A/N: Okay okay, 1) I wanted to just quickly say THANK YOU to everyone whose taken the time to read this story and whose let me know you've been enjoying it!! It really does mean so much to me and keeps me going!! 2) sorry for the long ass word count. I can't help myself. I am a long word count girly who has been trying her hand at short word counts but will always go back to running her mouth in her stories lol 3) sorryyy for the time skip again. It's important to me at least to have it so that we can age up some younger characters anddd to keep things moved towards more fun events. It doesn't truly impair the story too much I feel. And 4) I hope you all enjoy!! Sending much love!!

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Three years later

“Oh and off she goes.” Felicia cheerfully spoke as Violet wandered off towards a bit of blue chalk lying on the side of the street faster than you believed her small legs should be able to take her. Felicia rushed after her, grabbing her toddler up in her arms just as Vi had snagged the bit of chalk. 

Vi gave an angered noise that sounded like some roaring beast at her feet leaving the ground. The kid thrashed about in her mom’s arms, kicking and throwing punches as if she could fight her way out. Felicia laughed through it all.

“Okay, okay.” Felicia placed a smacking kiss on her kid’s round, dirt-smudged cheek before quickly pulling her face out of the way of another small, chubby little fist. “Geez. One of these days you’re gonna knock someone's tooth out.” She huffed, placing Vi back onto the ground.

“No, no, mommy.” Vi humphed, wagging a finger like she was the boss. Felicia merely laughed again, ruffling her head of pink hair. 

“That kid needs a leash,” Sevika grumbled from where she walked beside you, pulling her cigarette from her lips.

“She’s just explori--oh and there she goes again.” Felicia booked it after Vi as she made to start writing on some passing man’s pants with the chalk still clutched in her fist. 

“Gods. Guppy, you ever catch me daydreaming about shit like having a kid, I give you full permission to smash a rock over my head.” Sevika took a long drag from her smoke after she spoke. 

“Only if you agree to do the same for me.” You smirked. Sevika held her first out and you were quick to bump your own against it. She pulled her cigarette from her lips and exhaled the remaining smoke from her lungs. 

“Deal.” 

“You two are so negative,” Nadia spoke from where she walked just before you two, her eyes nervously scanning over her own kid, now nearly on the cusp of teenage-hood. “Vi is just a very spirited child.” And just as Nadia finished, Vi gave another screeching wail as Felicia lugged her back over to you all. 

“Got her!” Felicia cheered as Violet’s eyes began to fill with frustrated tears. 

“How are you feeling, little angel?” Nadia asked Viktor who she hadn’t taken her eyes off once since they all started the walk towards the bridge. 

And she was nervous for good reason. She and Nikolai, after years and years of hard work and living off scraps, had saved up enough money to send Viktor to school in Piltover. 

And not just any school. The best school money could buy. A school that would further feed Viktor’s curiosity and need to experiment as well as give him the connections needed so he could, after he graduated, attend Piltover Academy. 

But for him to attend this school and become something over there, he had to stay there and you knew it was keeping everything within Nadia not to break down and forget about all of it. 

“The same way I felt when you asked me a minute and thirty seconds ago,” Viktor responded, voice full of sass he’d been using more and more lately. 

“Oh.” Nadia gave a weak smile. “Excited then, yes?” She asked, reaching a gentle hand out to run her fingers through his head of wild hair to try and smooth it back down. Violet gave another screeching wail just as Viktor swatted his mother’s hand away. 

“Silly goose,” Felicia spoke as Nadia pulled from her son, fingers beginning to fiddle and pick at each other. 

“Actually. Just shoot me.” Sevika grumbled under her breath to you as she observed the exchanges between both mothers and their kids.

“Only if you do the same.” Sevika chuckled heartily at your response. “Dee, you said Nikolai’s already over there?” You questioned, trying to quickly keep Nadia’s mind off her son's denial of affection. Nadia blinked her burnt gold eyes at you, that weak smile still plastered to her face. 

“Yes. Yes, he went last night to deliver a sculpture to a client. We have a friend he stayed the night with. He should already be on the other side of the bridge and to meet Viktor and bring--” Her voice faltered a bit as she gazed back at her son who confidently limped ahead, looking all too ready for this next step in life. “Bring him to school. Help him settle in.” 

“Good.” You quickened your pace a bit to be able to stand beside your friend. Your first friend. One you’d met as soon as she and her family had made it to the Lanes after fleeing their home. She had been just as sweet and kind back then as she was now, but she too held that same sass her son now used. You placed a hand on Nadia’s shoulder. 

“Viktor’ll do good. You know that. He’s smart.” Nadia nodded, grabbing hold of your hand tightly and giving you a heavy, grateful-filled look. “We’re here for you…even when Sevika’s a Miss. Dark and Gloomy and Felicia wrangling some feral creature.” Nadia gave an equally as weak huffed laugh. 

“Watch. My little creature is gonna grow up and become a famous cage fighter. Hand you all your asses while she’s at it.” Felicia grinned your way, Vi all but hanging upside down as Felicia struggled to keep a hold of her wrestling daughter. 

Felicia and Connol, since having Vi, decided Felicia could stop working the mines till Vi was old enough to stay home by herself. It made it so that Connol was rarely home and Felicia feeling a bit more lonely.

So, Felicia found work at your job. Your boss, having a soft spot for mothers and their little ankle biters, gave Felicia temporary work in her office where she could bring Violet while she helped with paperwork. 

It’s why Felicia was able to come with you all this morning to see Viktor off. You all would make sure he got across the bridge safe and sound before heading to the diner-shop to start the work day. 

After work, your group decided to hold a mock family dinner for Nadia and Nikolai to try and help keep their minds off their son living in a city that would try to swallow him whole every chance it got. 

You were trying not to think too hard about your whole group in one place like that. Talking and eating and drinking together, when such festivities had grown less and less frequent. 

And it was all thanks to you and Silco of course. 

Your fight three years ago had left you both fighting for months. Months that neared on a whole year before Vander stepped in and told you two to knock it off. That you needed to at least act civil when around the whole group, especially since Vi had been born. 

It had stopped the fighting but had left you two distant. Hardly a word spoke to each other for a year afterward.

The problem was you both were stubborn. Too proud to admit the fight was over nothing. Too proud to just sit down and talk it over like adults. 

You still hardly spoke a word to each other a year after that one, though now you two could be alone together and not have it turn into a verbal battle. 

You missed him. 

It was something you had been thinking about more and more. 

You missed exploring after work with him. Missed long talks while sharing a cigarette. Missed being able to sit next to him in silence, shoulders and thighs pressed together. Being able to sit there and not have the air be full of tension. 

You missed your friend. 

You cursed yourself out daily for having had a hand in losing his close friendship all because you had been scared and ran away. You should have just stayed in that cave and told him what you were thinking--how you were feeling. 

But that chance passed you by and you were stuck in this tension-filled now. 

Shouting pulled you from your thoughts. 

You thought at first it was Violet again, but it was too loud--too many different shouts. And when you looked to the little girl, you found she had calmed in her mom's arms, watching as a pair of people rushed past your group towards the bridge.

“Oh no.” Nadia gasped as you all rounded the corner, finding the mouth of the bridge a cluster of people shouting and screaming at the enforcers standing there, trying to keep them back. 

You didn’t have to peer too hard past everyone to see a large, chain fence had been put up, blocking anyone from going in. 

Nadia pulled from your touch and grabbed hold of her son, who didn’t shoo her away this time. 

“What the fuck.” Sevika hissed, plucking her cigarette from her lips and flicking it to the ground. “No chance in hell they’ve blocked us out.” 

But none of you would ever put it past them. They’d done it before a long while ago, back when Vander’s dad was your age and The Gray ran more rabid in the streets. 

“Do you know what happened?” Felicia asked the next person who tried to rush by. They took a small second to look back at you all, eyes shifting to look at Vi who was now greeting them with round after round of hi.

“They raised the toll. Five hundred.” You felt your blood run cold. The old toll had been hard enough to pay and now this? 

Five hundred? 

That was more than most made in a week’s worth of work. 

“And even if you can pay, they’re askin’ thousands of questions just to find any reason to not let you through. Not unless you have proof.” And off they rushed into the crowd, leaving you and your group fuming.

“Fuck this--Vander’s gotta give in after hearing this shit.” Sevika gruffed and you agreed. 

Vander would agree to start fighting back like you and the others had been wanting. He’d held you all back for years saying nothing that had happened was worth going to war for. 

But this was worth it. 

They were cutting you all off from the rest of the world like one might do to a decaying limb. 

Sevika made to march back through the fissures to find Vander, but something caught her eye.

She froze. 

You froze. 

“Where the hell is Nadia?” Felicia asked as Vi became fussy messing in her arms all over again. Your chest tightened as you scanned over the rioting crowd. Tightened painfully when you caught a flash of ruddy red hair disappearing within it. 

You rushed for her, leaving Sevika to curse and all but command Felicia to stay put as she ran after you. You didn’t slow as she called your name. Didn’t slow as you pushed and shoved through the crowd, hissing and snapping harshly at any who refused to move. 

Sevika shoved those who refused away with one arm easily, having caught up to you. The few that had all but glued their feet to the ground took one look at your menacing friend and moved before you could even get to them. 

“--see. Himerdinger himself selected my son to attend Piltover Preparatory School.” You heard Nadia’s accented voice before you saw her, but when you pushed through the last few bodies, you spotted her. She was shoving a gold detailed letter into the hands of an enforcer by a door closest to the tollhouse. It was the acceptance letter Viktor had received. 

The enforcers, who you recognized immediately to be Rufus, who should have retired years ago, nodded on a heavy sigh. 

“Five hundred.” He handed the letter back to Nadia who was quick to give it to Viktor, who was pulling lightly at the skirt of her dress shaking his head, looking like a small kid again. 

“We cannot affor--” Nadia cut him off with a fierce gaze. 

“You are going to that school.” She demanded, digging into her pockets for a small pouch full of coins. She fished out the correct amount and handed it to Rufus who nodded to another enforcer standing guard by the door to unlock it. 

“Nadia--” You called just as an enforcer stepped before you, keeping you back. You bared your teeth at him. “Move it.” But he only continued to shove you back, just as more enforcers came to shove others back. 

“You are going to work hard. And it will be hard, but you will do good things. Great things for this world.” You heard Nadia continue. You caught a glance at her, finding her on her knees before her son, holding his tear-streaked face and looking so proud. “Do not let them snuff out your spark. I love you, my little angel. Always remember that.” And you were shoved away just as she wrapped her son up in her arms for what might be the last time. 

You hit Sevika’s solid body, but she held you steady. She flashed you a smirk, gray eyes steady and full of that burning anger you all held before she shoved the enforcer back, his armor rattling violently as he fell to his ass. 

You used the opening to rush over the fallen officer toward Nadia, who was watching Viktor walk through the gate door, which slammed shut and locked behind him. He cast his mom one last look, who steadied him with an encouraging nod. You grabbed her arm as the enforcer Sevika knocked over shouted at you. 

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You asked, trying not to let your words bite seeing your friend’s eyes had turned all red and glossy. “You shouldn’t have paid that goddamn toll.”

“It is only money.” She started, almost fighting against you as you tried to pull her away from the fence. Her burnt gold eyes, which welled over onto her flushed cheeks, kept track of her son the whole time. “I would do anything for him. Anything.” 

Shouting grew more aggressive behind you. A sound that normally would have thrilled you, but with Nadia still in the heart of it all, it was dreadful. 

She couldn’t fight. Didn’t know how and could hardly pick a fish-filled crate up without help. She would only get caught in the crossfire of a fight like this. 

“Nadia--Nadia we have to go.” You insisted, tugging sharply at her arm. She allowed you to pull her closer. 

You turned and--

Boom. 

The sound echoed sharply through the air. 

The sound of a gunshot. 

People screamed and began to run around like chickens who’d had their heads cut off. You spotted the person who Felicia had stopped to question laying face first on the ground, red pooling beneath them. 

The enforcers who had fired looked just as terrified as everyone else, his gun shaking in his hands.

Rufus shoved past you both shouting orders at him and the others to not fire. 

Another gunshot sounded further down the line and that was when you held Nadia tight and sprinted toward Sevika. Sevika grabbed hold of your own arm and began dragging you back toward Felicia just as you were dragging Nadia. 

Another gunshot roared through the air. 

And then another. 

Nadia tripped, startled scream on her lips. You held her tight and continued to pull her along. 

You all just needed to get away. Far away from the enforcers and their need to quince their bloodthirst. 

Felicia was holding a screaming Vi tight to her chest, feet already moving as soon as she spotted you all. 

“That way. That way!” Sevika shouted to Felicia who turned the corner she was pointing at sharply. 

“The fucking brothels?!” Felicia shouted back. 

“Where the fuck else!” Sevika hissed.

“I can’t bring my kid in there!” Felicia called as Sevika wound the corner after her.

“Cover her eyes!” 

“I can’t--” Nadia called your name on a winded breath, “I can’t--” Her pace began to slow. 

“Just a little further, okay, and then we can sto--” But you felt Nadia drop to her knees just as you two turned the corner. Her weight growing so heavy it nearly pulled you down with her. 

A painful start hissed through your body when you found her on the ground, clutching at her shoulder and looking pale. Too pale even for her. 

Red splattered on her shaking fingertips. Red that had dripped here and there on the ground leading directly to your friend.

Rock bit into your knees as you rushed for her, flipping her onto her back to find the front of her dress soaked in blood. 

“Did--did he get across?” She sputtered, fear high in her eyes. Pain screwed her face up, tears never ceasing their fall from her eyes. 

“Sevika!” You screamed, grabbing for Nadia’s hand to pull it from her shoulder. She gave a scream that tore at your chest and made you hesitate. “It’s--it’s just your shoulder.” You tried to smooth, pressing your palm against the bleeding wound that only made her pain grow. “It’s fine--Sevika!” 

Water was in the blood. 

Water was yours to command yet blood never wanted to behave as nicely as water. Not even as nicely as alcohol which held more than less water in it than blood did. 

You’d never been able to control it. Never been able to slow the flow of it even from something as small as a paper cut. 

You tried anyway, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on the water flowing within her blood. Willed it, begged it to halt just long enough for someone to come to patch her up.

Sevika cursed sharply when she came to your side but you kept focusing on your task. Kept pushing your power harder and harder even when it began to make your head spin. 

“V-Viktor--” Nadia gave a small sob. “Did--get--” Another sob that burned at your eyes. “Please.” 

“He did. He got across.” Your voice came out too wobbly. Too weak. 

“We gotta get her out of here.” Sevika’s voice sounded, her strong hands gently starting to pull you away. 

You let her, but kept your focus on your task. On wrangling her blood with your magic and pushing it back as if trying to reverse the flow of some powerful river. 

Nadia gave a brokenly pained cry as Sevika picked her up as gently as she could. You followed, vision beginning to dot the longer you pushed your magic to work on such a hard task. 

Black fuzzed through your eyes and the next thing you knew you were standing inside a dimly lit brothel. 

Black fuzzed at your eyes as you watched Sevika lay Nadia on a pillow-covered bed, an older Yordle assessing the damage. She turned her eyes onto Sevika looking all too grim.

Black fuzzed at your eyes and Vi’s screaming rang through your ears, loud and piercing. A hand grabbed your shoulder and you pushed it quickly off of you. 

Your magic snapped back into your body so hard it made you stumble backward out of the room you had been led into. You tried to summon it back but that fuzz turned into dull buzzing in your ears. Made your breath heavy and tight in your lungs. Made your stomach twist and your mouth fill with hot saliva like you might throw up. 

A few of the employees of the brothel you all barged into peeked their heads out of their rooms, eyes wide and some even filled with tears. They must have heard about what happened at the bridge. Must have seen you all rush in and known what had happened as soon as they spotted Nadia--Nadia--

Your stomach rolled just as your heart twisted like some old rag and your eyes blurred. 

You blinked and you were outside. 

Blinked and you were down the street. 

Blinked and you were looking at your shaking hands. 

Blood. Nadia’s blood. 

Oh gods oh gods. 

Gods. 

Where the fuck was Janna? 

Where was she? 

She was supposed to be the Lanes’ guardian spirit or some shit. Supposed to protect you all. Keep shit like this from happening to you all. 

And--and she’d just left. 

Left you all to suffer and die by the hands of Piltover who would never stop trying to take, take, take. They would take till their bellies were round and full and still their hunger would not be sated. 

Hands grabbed your arm, tugging at you. You shove whoever it was away. A shove that only made the person grab you tighter. 

You blinked and found it was an enforcer. Two. One shouted down the way for backup.

Your head spun. 

The effort from trying to use your powers on something as hard as blood made it hard to re-focus--to breathe. 

Before you could try to fight them off, a blur of red and gray flashed past you, attacking the enforcers for you. 

The sound of a blade zinging free and the gurgled sounds of a dying breath filled your ears as you staggered back, trying desperately to get yourself together. More screams. More sounds of death and soon someone was before you. Someone who was calling your name sharply. 

You tensed a bit when hands grabbed hold of your face, body readying to fight, but the feel of those hands. Of chilled, calloused, and scarred skin gave you pause. Had you blink and blink that fog away till you found Silco’s face there. 

He looked worried. Really worried. 

Worried for you. 

Only you. 

“Hey--hey are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” Fingers smooth over your skin, pulling your face closer and closer. You blinked again, eyes filling with liquid fire as you grabbed desperately for his hands. Hands that continued to hold you tight, to hold you so close you felt his forehead brush against yours. 

Out of all the touches and almost touches that had happened between you two your whole lives, this was the one you craved most. One you pressed into. One that had those tears you fought back rolling down your cheeks and over her fingers in hot streams. 

“Tell me--what happened? I heard about the bridge and--”

“Nadia--” Weak. Your voice sounded so weak in your ear and, even though you typically would have cringed at such weakness being shown, you didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Not when your friend could be dying. Not in front of Silco. “She’s--” 

Silco pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around your body tightly and you just crumbled. Just completely broke down--snot and all. Sobs shook your body so violently you were sure they were shaking through Silco as well. 

But Silco didn’t pull away. Only held you tighter, like he might try to press you into him. Only smoothed his hands over your back and pressed his cheek against your head, keeping you almost completely surrounded by him.

“Silco!” It was Vander’s voice and Vander’s footfalls that were growing closer and closer. “Where are the other girls?” He asked, worry high in his voice. 

“Where is Felicia? Vi?” Connol sounded even more worried than Vander. As he should. His whole life had been at the bridge. His whole life could have been taken away in one fell swoop. You grabbed two fist fulls of Silco’s leather jacket, holding on for dear life as you fought to reign back your chest-aching sobs. As Connol all but hissed your name, trying to frantically stir you from your breaking. 

“Don’t.” Silco hissed right back at him, a hand coming to hold the back of your head as if to keep you shielded from your friend. “I saw her come out from the entertainment district. I would guess they are all there.” Silco had hardly finished his words before someone, most likely Connol, rushed off. 

“It's not safe here. We need to get out of view.” It was Benzo’s voice that spoke, the man sure to have joined them without a second thought. Silco was silent as his fingertips brushed over the back of your neck. Seemed to be waiting for you and for whenever you were ready, no matter the danger that lurked through the streets. You wrestled yourself to move, pulling slowly from Silco’s hold as you tried to bite down your weakness.

Silco let his hands linger on you. Let his hand brush over your cheek and over your shoulder, seafoam eyes scanning you over, looking for everything and anything that might be a harm to you. 

He took hold of your hand firmly like he was refusing to let you go again. You were glad for it. Glad for his support, even when tension between you had grown choking. Tensions that, in that moment, seemed to be forgotten.

Vander’s face hardened when his eyes took in your upset nature. Benzo’s eyes grew sullen.

You never cried. You’d come close, but you never cried. Especially in front of others. 

It was something Silco and Vander both knew. Something that was hardening Vander against the cruel reality that someone could be hurt. Someone could be dead. 

Hardened into that anger. 

The wolf paced behind those gray eyes. 

Was growing stronger and stronger, ready to be let loose upon the world. 

Sevika was right. He would agree to start the revolution you all had dreamed of now. 

Start a war. 

“Who?” Vander asked. Your lip trembled. 

“Nadia. I--I don’t know--” Silco’s body pressed closer to yours in a silent telling that you could lean on him. That he would be there for you no matter what. 

Vander nodded, beginning to head off in the direction Connol had run, Benzo quick on his heel. 

“It’s not safe out here. Let's go.” It was a command. One you wanted to follow but your body locked up against. 

Go? Go back to that brothel Nadia was laying in? Go back to that place and see her dying?

Silco’s hand pulled from your own only for it to wrap around your waist, pressing you into his side. 

“I’m here. I’m here with you.” He didn’t promise that Nadia would be okay. He couldn’t promise that. No one could. Not when they didn’t know any true doctors. Not when, even if it was just a shot to her shoulder, could be fatal if left unattended for long. 

But he did promise he was there. 

That he wouldn’t leave your side, no matter what. 

And it was enough to get your body moving back towards the entertainment district. 

The typically busy street looked like it had been abandoned. Looked like it was closed down for good. 

You led them to the brothel everyone was hold up in, finding Connol and Felicia sitting just in the entrance on a nest of pillows, a small group of workers cooing at Vi who was going up to each and grabbing for any shiny jewelry or pretty hair piece they wore. 

One of them rushed past you three and was quick to lock the door. And bolt lock it. And shove a plank of wood across its frame. She was just as quick to rush to stand before you all, giving a small bow of her head before rushing back off towards the back rooms. 

“Any word about Nadia?” Vander asked Connol and Felicia. 

“I was asked to leave the room because this little troublemaker was very upset,” Felicia spoke, a small smile pulling to her lips as Vi huffed her mom's way. “Sevika’s with her…it’s been quiet.” 

Your throat tightened. 

Your eyes burned. 

Your stomach rolled.

She wasn’t okay. She was dying. Dead. Laying in some brothel she would have blushed furiously at just from a glance in its direction.

“Let’s sit.” Silco calmly spoke to you. Only you. You nodded and let him pull you along. 

“I--I’m sorry.” You all but heaved out past your thick throat. Silco sat down on another little nest of pillows, gently sitting you down next to him. He didn’t pull his hand away from your waist, even when he no longer needed to guide you around like some lost dog. 

“You’ve done nothing you need to apologize for.” He calmly spoke again. 

This was the closest you’d been to him in a long, long time. The longest he’s touched you in a long, long time. 

And gods you had missed it. Gods you cursed yourself for being so stupid and stubborn. 

You moved the slightest bit so that your thigh was pressed firmly against his. So that you could look up at his face and take in all his sharp, handsome features. Look into those seafoam eyes he was already watching you carefully with. 

“I shouldn’t have--” Silco cut you off with a small shake of his head, knowing where you were going with this.

“You don’t--”

“I don’t want to fight anymore. Please. Can we--please.” You begged on a breath so that only he might be able to hear. 

This wasn’t something you really wanted to be doing in front of your friends. In front of strangers and in the heart of a brothel but you needed to say it. Needed to stop your fighting before something happened to you or worse, something happened to him. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if something horrible happened to him and you hadn’t at least tried to remedy it. 

Silco watched over your face for a long moment. A moment that only had your aching heart ache even more. 

Did he disagree? Did he not want to try and mend the hurts between you two? 

A small nod helped ease a bit of the ach in your chest. 

“I don’t want to fight either.” He breathed back, keeping his words just for you as you had for him. “I should be apologizing. The way I acted was immature and--”

“It was pretty childish.” Silco paused for a moment, slight surprise in his eyes at your teasing but you found the edge of his lips pull upward.

“I am in the middle of an apology here.” He huffed back. An amused huff. It made your lips tug at their corners. 

“Oh sorry. Go on.” You shifted a bit as if to get more comfortable. 

“You’re insufferable.” Silco shook his head at you. 

“Thank you.” You proudly said. Silco chuckled and you did the same, but your amusement faded out as pain spiked in your chest at everything that had happened. Your eyes scanned his face over once more, finding a bit of dirt smudged on his cheek from his work. They must have dropped everything and rushed from the mines when they heard what had happened.

Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to brush that bit of soot away and Silco didn’t shrug you away. He leaned into your touch, eyes almost fluttering closed at your skin on his. 

“I’m…I’m really terrified.” You breathed, eyes burning all over again. Silco nodded, cupping your hand within his, holding it against his cheek. 

“I know.” 

“What if…” Your voice broke and your lips trembled. “What if she dies? I’m…she was the first person to show me kindness and--” Your voice failed you then.

“Then…we’ll deal with it. Together. Head on. Just like we always do.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles in further comfort. A comfort you anchored yourself to. Let your eyes flutter closed and just breathe it in. 

Even when he hadn’t showered, he still managed to smell fresh. Like mist. Like a calm lake. 

His forehead pressed firmly against yours once more. You weren’t entirely sure who had moved closer, whether that be you or Silco, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was he was close to you again. Was telling you silently that he still cared for you. That he would always care for you and you silently told him the same. 

“Just because your friend was bleeding out all over my establishment doesn't mean you can fondle each other here without paying.” A rasping voice spoke, spooking you and Silco from the tender moment you had been sharing. Spooked you two so bad you pulled apart, finding the older Yordle walking into the center of the entrance room. 

The workers who had been cooing and playing cheerfully with Violet were quick to their feet at the Yordle's appearance. They rushed off, bowing their heads at you and your friends, and the Yordle before rushing back towards their rooms. She only shook her head at them.

“We weren’t--it wasn’t like that.” Silco started pink dusting over his cheeks in a way that had Felicia chuckle knowingly and you feeling all flustered as well. Benzo wasn’t as discrete with showing his amusement, all but bellowing out a laugh that nearly had him folding in half.

The Yordle took a long drag from her cigarette and blew the heavy smoke in a tight stream toward the ceiling a few moments later. 

“Boy, I work in a den of lust and love. I’ve seen it all and know what’s what.” Silco’s blush only grew deeper, his eyes glancing your way in his embarrassment of being singled out. 

And despite your own embarrassment, you could help the small chuckle that pfffted from your lips. One that only had that blush deepened, but tugged that easy smile you adored to his lips.

“How is she?” Vander cut in before anything else could be said. The Yordle leveled him with a look. 

“Babette.” Vander’s brows furrowed in slight confusion. 

“Uh--what---”

“My name is Babette.” Vander blinked, looking a bit lost for words. 

“Uh--Vander.” Babette nodded her head slowly, taking another long drag from her cigarette. 

“I know. People talk.” Vander gave a small exhale of breath just as she gave a release of smoke. 

“Babette,” Vander started, “How is our friend?”

“You’re lucky this is the place you barged into. I’ve been doing this job a long time now. Seen it all. Had to learn to patch up bullet and knife wounds alike. People think just because they are paying they can do whatever they wish. No manners.” Babette mused on a shake of her head, making you nervous all over again. “She’ll live.” You breathed a shuddering sigh in relief, Silco’s hand giving yours a squeeze. “But she’s weak. Will be weak for a long while. Such a small thing, that one.” 

You were quick to your feet, Silco following suit. “Thank you. What--how much do you want?” You asked. 

Between the six of you in the room now, you could probably scrooge up…seven…eight coins. Sevike would try to horde whatever she had on her, but she would add in another three or four coins. Probably only bronze…none of you would be carrying around any gold. 

“You couldn’t afford it, sweetness.” Babette purred, making you feel all flustered all over again. “All I want in return is for you to take a stand for us.” Babette’s eyes found Vander’s again. Found him and settled him with a hard, burning stare. Vander nodded at her.

You saw the wolf pace and pace, mawl dripping in hungry justice. 

“Thank you.” Babette gave a wave of her hand as she took another drag of her cigarette. 

You started for the backrooms, Silco still having yet to take his hand out of your and you found you could only be grateful for his continued support. More than grateful. 

Sevika leaned against the wall next to the door Nadia was behind, already watching you two walk towards her. “She’s sleeping.” Sevika huffed, eyes glancing down the hall to where more workers were peeking their heads out of their doors. They disappeared under her gaze, all except one who winked her way before popping back into her room. Sevika gave a smirk at this. “We gonna break their enforcers' skulls?” She asked, her gaze darkening as she looked at Silco. 

“More than break,” Silco spoke coolly.

“And if Vander chickens out again?” Sevika asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Would that make any difference now?” Sevika scoffed. 

“Nah.” 

“Good.” You���found you didn’t like this. Like this…this almost behind closed-door talk. Like Vander would give up on fighting for his friends. Like Vander would give up fighting for everyone. For freedom. 

He wouldn’t. It wouldn’t come to that.

But as you pulled out of Silco’s grip and made it into the room Nadia slept in, finding her looking all too weak, you almost didn’t believe your own thoughts. 

Part if you believed Vander would back out, if under the right circumstances. 

And Silco…you knew he never would. 

He would die before he gave up hope on the future of Zuan.

And you would be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t scare you. 

Your whole group made the journey from the entertainment district an hour later to safely bring Nadia back home, which was a tiny, run-down hole in the wall squished between and under other-like homes. It was a mess of all sorts of art and science supplies and half-finished projects. The space was cut roughly in half by a hung curtain, hand painted by Nadia with various swirling designs, to keep their makeshift bedroom separate.

Felicia and Connol, after double-checking to make sure Nadia would be alright, had headed home, their daughter having turned into a sleep-needing beast in Connol’s arms.

Sevika rummaged through Nadia’s small kitchen now, looking for any sort of alcohol she could get her hands on. When she started to shout back to Nadia about it, even when the woman was definitely not supposed to be roused in such a way, you excused yourself outside to find Silco. 

You found him sitting on a pile of crates and barrels near Nadia’s home, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his fingers. Vander and Benzo had been out here a few minutes ago, standing beside him. You assumed they must have left, whether that be back to work or to The Last Drop. 

You weren’t sure and you didn’t entirely care in that moment, not when Silco's seafoam eyes found you before the door had even swung shut behind you. 

You made your way down the ramp Nikolai had built Viktor over top of the original steps there to make it just a little easier for his son to get home before you came to a stop a little ways before Silco. 

You held his gaze as he ran his hand through his hair, which he had allowed out of its usual bun to hang loosely around his shoulders in gentle waves. 

He held your gaze right back, offering his cigarette out to you. You carefully took it, only for him to grab hold of your wrist and yank you closer. Your heart spiked in your chest and began to beat erratically against your rips at the sudden movement. 

Neither pair of eyes left the other for a long moment. Neither of you moved. Neither of you wanted to move. Not when you were so close again. Not when you truly wanted to be even closer.

“How is she holding up?” Silco asked and you begged your heart to calm its wildness. 

“As fine as someone who's just been shot and sent their son off to live in the belly of the beast.” You murmured, pulling a nod from Silco.

“Alive. That’s what matters most. We’ll figure everything out. Head on.” He moved his legs so that they hung over the sides of the crate he was sitting on. So that his knees were on either side of your legs, brushing against them gently. 

“Together.” You agreed.

“Together.” He repeated, eyes dipping to glance at your lips. You moved closer now that he had created space for such a thing, the front of your thighs pressing into the edge of the crate and his thighs laying against them comfortably. You’re own eyes dipped almost greedily to look at his own lips. Lips you thought about too often…no--no, maybe didn’t think about them enough. 

“Thank you….for being there for me.” Silco gave your wrist still in his grip a gentle squeeze.

“No need for all that. I will always be there for you when you need me.” You felt warm ash from the cigarette you held fall over your fingers, but you dared not pull away from him. Not when you’d been away from him for so long. Not when you had missed his close friendship so dearly.

A long silence filled the space between you two. A silence that was familiar--warm, not the foully tense thing it had been for one too many years. 

“Would…” You started, your heart beginning to beat loudly in your chest again. Fear, anxiety, and flusteredness all tumbling about within it like some riptide. 

“Would…?” Silco questioned, eyes ever watchful yet so--so soft. A softness only you had never been allowed to see. A softness you had realized maybe too late was only ever for you. 

You hoped it wasn’t too late. 

You prayed it. 

“Would you…would you like to pretend that we’re back at my pool?” You spoke on a voice smaller than a whisper. A voice that was anything but full of all the nerves rolling about in you. 

Silco’s eyes widened the smallest bit at your question, his lips parting in the same smallness to show you a small flash of his chipped front teeth you loved to see. 

“What--but…I thought you didn’t want us to fight any longer?” He whispered back. 

“I don’t but…I was scared.” Silco’s brows furrowed in slight question. 

“Scared? Of--me?” 

“I--Felicia talked to me…after.” Silco nodded in understanding. After your fight in The Last Drop. He’d seen her rush after you. “She told me--well she said I should tell you why I ran away.” 

“Because you thought I was going to hurt you?” You gave a small huff through your nose as you brushed a bit of his dark hair behind his ear. An action that had that delicate blush spreading over his cheeks all over again. 

“Silco you could have anyone. You’ve had anyone. I just--I don’t want to be just anyone to you because…you’re not just anyone to me.” You rested your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently over his flushed skin.

“Anyone--” He said your name just as softly as he looked at you, “You aren’t just anyone to me. You’ve--you’ve never been just anyone to me. Why do…” He seemed to grow nervous then, eyes drooping slightly away from your own. “Why do you think I waited so long to…to try to kiss you.” Even though the last part was whispered, you heard it nonetheless. He shook his head slightly. “You are--are everything to me and I’m sorry you felt like you were anything less.” 

You moved your hand gently along his sharp cheek to find his chin, lifting it so that you might see those seafoam eyes of his you adored. Eyes that shone bright with such--such admiration for you in them. A look that had you forgetting all about the cigarette in your other hand. 

That horrid, nagging voice clawed at the back of your mind as it always did and always would. A voice that shouted at you all the things that could happen if you let yourself believe his words. A voice that wanted nothing more than to protect you from possible hurt, but it was also a voice that would only ever hold you back. 

And it was a voice shoved an iron-clad hand over to silence it. 

“Would you like to pretend?” You whispered again, letting your thumb brush just below the curve of his lower lip, which parted on a shaky inhale of breath. 

“I don’t want to pretend.” He whispered back, hand moving up from where he held your wrist to pull you closer. “Let’s just--face it. Head on.” You nodded, nose brushing against his. A brush that had your blood pounding right alongside the beat your heart had set. 

“Together?” Silco’s hand ended its journey, finding rest on your jaw. He guided you closer. So close you felt his breath ghost over your lips, sending a tingling flare through them. 

“Together.” He agreed, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. 

Waiting. He was waiting. 

He was nervous. Nervous you might run away again. Nerves that made your heart ache for him past its beating. 

You pushed closer, lips brushing against his, turning that tingling into a flame. A flame that roared into a blaze as you fit your lips against his like you would a cigarette. And just like a cigarette, his lips against yours filled your head with a pleasurable fog. Had your lips begging and begging for more. 

Silco inhaled deeply as he moved his lips against yours steadily, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. You let him hold you, his strong--safe--hold only making your head spin faster and faster. 

Forehead rested against forehead as you two pulled apart, panting in shared air. 

A goofy grin spread over your kiss-puffed lips. A grin that pulled an equally as goofy smile to Silco’s own lips, turned near red from your kiss. 

“Was that--was that okay?” Silco asked on uneven breaths. You gave a small huff in amusement, running your fingers through his hair just like they had always itched to do. An action that had Silco’s eyes fluttering in utter enjoyment.

“I would have thrown you into the harbor if I hadn’t.” You teased, nuzzling your nose against his. 

“Good thing,” He started, nuzzling your nose right back. “‘Cause I can’t swim.” 

“You have to learn. Could save your life one day.” That soft look returned in full then as he looked over your face. A look that was full of such joy it only brought the same bright joy to you.

“Only if you teach me.” You nodded.

“Gladly.” And his lips seared into yours once more.

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[ilikemangosalot]

—Fight with fire,,

Burping spice coochie fanfiction

pronouns for you is they/them yay

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Word Count: idk alot

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“The one the winds whisper about,” said Burning Spice Cookie, stepping onto the cracked stone of the arena. Flames danced behind him, rippling with every slow, deliberate step. “I had to see for myself.”

Across the field stood Y/N Cookie, gold shimmering faintly beneath the ashen sky. They looked calm, composed—too calm for his liking.

He hated calm.

It meant they were either incredibly skilled or incredibly cocky. Either way, he wanted to knock the calm right off them.

“You came all this way just to fight me?” Y/N Cookie asked, tilting their head.

Burning Spice grinned, flames licking at the corners of his eyes. “I came to see if the stories were worth the heat they burned in. If you disappoint me…”

He ignited both fists. “I crumble you.”

“And if I don’t?”

His smirk sharpened. “Then I’ll burn until one of us crumbles.”

The crowd roared around them—ancient spirits of warriors long past, watching from the flame-forged stands. This was no ordinary spar. This was a Challenge of Worth—a sacred duel only few dared issue.

And Burning Spice Cookie never challenged anyone. Not unless something about them made his blood run hotter.

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ROUND ONE (go king)

He struck first.

A streak of flame shot from his feet as he lunged forward, fists ablaze. His style was explosive—wild, unrestrained, like fire itself. He swung fast and hard, aiming to break through Y/N Cookie’s defenses immediately.

But they weren’t standing still.

Y/N Cookie ducked, pivoted, their movements fluid— weaving through smoke with ease. They countered with a blast of radiant magic that forced him back.

Burning Spice skidded to a halt, scorched earth trailing behind his feet.

“Hah! You’ve got moves,” he said, eyes wide. “Good.” he grinned.

He launched forward again—this time faster, twisting through the air with a spinning kick that cracked the arena floor. (you spin me right round)

Y/N Cookie blocked it with a shimmering shield, but the impact still sent tremors through the ground.

“You don’t hold back, do you?” they asked, breathing a little heavier now.

“Why would I?” Burning spice cookie growled, flames curling around his arms. “Holding back is for Cookies afraid to break.”

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ROUND TWO (yas let's go)

The tempo shifted.

Y/N Cookie began to control the space—summoning bursts of light and energy that forced him to dodge, evade, react. It was calculated. Precise. They weren’t trying to overpower him.

They were studying him.

That annoyed him more than he expected.

“I’m not a puzzle to be solved!” he snapped, flaring into a fire-dash that grazed their side.

“I’m not trying to solve you,” Y/N Cookie replied, striking back with a radiant wave. “I’m trying to keep up.”

That hit different.

He should’ve grinned. Should’ve gotten angrier.

But his heart kicked in his chest.

The way they moved. The way their eyes sparked—not with fear, but focus. It lit something in him. Something that felt too much like adrenaline, but not quite.

What was that?

Burning spice cookie yelled and pushed the thought away, igniting the arena floor in a blaze that spiraled outward. It surrounded them both—walls of flame, heat rising.

Y/N Cookie didn’t flinch.

Instead, they stepped into the fire.

And launched straight at him.

Their fists clashed—light and fire colliding mid-air in a crackling burst of magic and heat that sent shockwaves echoing into the stands.

The force knocked them apart again, both panting, both smiling just a little.

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ROUND THREE (kiss me)

This was what he wanted.

This feeling—blood surging, body screaming, every nerve alive.

And them. The way they met him with equal heat.

Was this what it meant to find a worthy opponent?

No. It was more than that.

He could feel it—this tug in his chest, every time they dodged just in time, every time their voice cut through the roar of fire like calm rain.

He didn’t understand it.

Didn’t know how to name it.

So he fought harder.

“You’re not just skilled,” he said, circling them now. “You’re… familiar. Like I’ve fought you before, in some other life.”

Y/N Cookie arched a brow. “Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t finish.”

He let out a short, surprised laugh.

Flames coiled tighter around his arms. “Then I’ll make sure we don’t stop this time.”

He attacked again—less wild now. Sharper. Purposeful.

Their bodies moved like echoes of each other—one a burning comet, the other a shining star. Clashing, breaking apart, circling again. Neither backing down.

Every blow became a conversation.

Every dodge, a challenge.

Until finally—

They both stood, chests heaving, bodies aching, the fire around them dimming as the ash settled.

“I should be mad,” Burning Spice Cookie said. “You pushed me harder than anyone’s dared.”

“And?” Y/N Cookie asked, brushing soot off their shoulder.

Burning spice cookie stared at them.

His heart wouldn’t slow down.

And not because of the fight.

“I… want to do it again,” he admitted. “Not because I lost. Not because I need to win.”

Then, quieter, almost confused:

“Because something about you makes me feel alive.”

Y/N Cookie blinked.

Then smiled, soft and just a little smug.

“That’s called a crush.”

He frowned. “No, it’s—wait. No. It’s adrenaline.”

“Sure,” they said with a little wink. “Let’s go with that.”

He narrowed his eyes, pointing a fiery finger at them. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

He turned, hiding the heat in his face with a scowl.

It was adrenaline.

Definitely adrenaline.

…Right?

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ruh roh

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I gave your cookie something similar to space/star themed my bad gang, I like stars 😮‍💨

idk I imagined this in my school bus heh smirk hurrah my English is fantastico 😍 I got Bruno spice like yesterday I'm so happy

Anyways request for some other cookie teehee 😓

[marauder-misprint]

In that case i would like to request numbers 36 and 48 from your celebration prompts for an Sharp x fellow professor reader ☺️

First time writing for Sharp so sorry if it's bad 😬

lil disclaimer: reader is a fairly new Ancient Runes professor after working as a traveling runes researcher for years.

Nightcap

Professor Sharp x Professor!reader

1.5k words

cw: drinking, fluff

You were finishing up your nightly rounds when light from a cracked open door catches your eye. It’s coming from the Potions classroom so your immediate thought is a student is up far too late brewing. You have your wand at the ready, fully prepared to tell off the pupil and remind them that they aren’t to be out of bed after curfew. You hold your breath as you ease the door open quietly. You scan the classroom. There’s no student in sight and all the stations are clean and empty. 

“Huh,” you breathe, noticing the light is coming from the open office.

So not only was a student out of bed, they were in a professor’s office, likely stealing from Professor Sharp’s personal stores. 

“You know, it’s quite late,” you say as you enter the office expecting to see a student caught red-handed.

There was no student. Again, but worse.

A sigh.

“I suppose it is…” Professor Sharp says, looking up from the pile of essays on his desk.

“So sorry, Professor!” you say quickly, eyes wide. “I thought a student was in here.”

“No, it’s just me.” He looks you over. “Finishing your rounds, I assume?”

You nod. He sighs again, sending worry coursing through you. Were you annoying him by simply being in his office? You really had thought a student was in here.

“I think I will finish these tomorrow,” he says, adjusting the stack of paper and moving it to the side. Then he looks back at you. “Would you care for a nightcap? 

The offer takes you by surprise. Yes, you were coworkers, but Sharp usually kept his distance from the professors. When you started, Professor Garlick described him as a bit harsh and standoffish. Yet, here he was offering you a drink after you interrupted his grading. He could have easily just dismissed you, kicking you out of his office and claiming he was going straight to bed himself. The offer hangs in the air as all of this runs through your mind. You’re not sure if Sharp notices your delay in answer, having stood up to retrieve the alcohol and cups from a cupboard.

“If you’re pouring,” you say, taking a step into the office. 

You remove some things off of a barrel and move it closer to his desk. When Sharp turns around with the drinks, he lets out a low laugh; it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh all term.

“You could’ve conjured a chair, you know,” he tells you and you blush.

You look down at the barrel you’re perched on. “Bit late for that now…”

He sets the drink down in front of you before bringing over his own barrel. 

“Also, you needn’t call me Professor. Aesop is fine.”

“I’m still getting used to being a professor myself, that’s all,” you say, reaching for one of the cups. “Being back here, even after years of being in the field, I feel like a student again.”

“I remember that feeling. At least it wasn’t injury that brought you here.”

You snort a laugh, realizing that it was probably an insensitive response since Sharp’s leg was why he was teaching rather than still being an auror. 

“Yay for needing financial stability,” you say before taking a sip, hoping it will prevent you from putting your foot in your mouth again. 

“You’re still doing what you’re passionate about though, aren’t you?”

“It’s more consulting and writing about ancient runes. I really liked getting to travel and seeing where they are inscribed, discovering new artifacts. That’s a bigger thrill than standing in front of students and lecturing.”

“Better than me. Closest thing I have is tracking down which student had the gall to ‘borrow’ from my personal stores,” he says, using air quotes. 

You lean toward him. “Has someone been stealing?”

“Not recently,” he says, giving you an amused smile. “Hoping to show off some detective skills?”

“Goodness, I don’t know if I would actually be any help with that. More your department of expertise,” you say with a shake of your head. “I had thought I was catching a student red-handed when I came in.”

“Must’ve been a disappointment to find me,” he says, looking away from you.

Your eyes widen slightly. 

“No. No! It’s better I found you… I’m glad I found you… Trust me… Although, I didn’t mean to interrupt your grading.”

“It’s good you interrupted. I was probably giving Acceptable work O’s.”

“And we can’t be having that,” you say with a small laugh. 

Sharp looks over you again, a smile playing at his lips. It’s an unfamiliar look on his face, but you like it. You think you’d like to see him genuinely smile more often.

“Besides the name thing, are you adjusting to Hogwarts well?”

“Oh, I think so. I do enjoy not having to sleep in a tent.” You debate your next words. “It’s also nice to share a drink with someone.”

Sharp gives you a disbelieving look. “I find it difficult to believe that someone as beautiful as you didn’t have someone to drink with.”

“You flatter me, Pro-... Aesop,” you say, correcting yourself as you almost called him Professor Sharp. “But it’s true. I usually drank alone, unless a friend was visiting or I was collaborating on a project.” You take a sip of your drink. “I’m fairly convinced that I’m difficult to approach.”

“Some people are scared of a beautiful woman who exudes confidence,” Sharp says.

With the drink in your system, you feel a bit more confident, which you’re appreciative of.

“Are you, Aesop, scared of beautiful women who exude confidence?” you ask, leaning forward again, your elbows digging into your knees.

Sharp clears his throat. He’s scanning your face, trying to get a proper read of your intentions. When he offered a nightcap, he hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn, not that he was complaining. He just wanted to be sure. He smirks at you.

“Don’t get my hopes up, darling, if you’re just going to leave like everyone else.”

You raise an eyebrow with your head cocked to the side. 

“Leave like everyone else?” you repeat, unsure of who had all left him. 

He sighs but his expression toward you is soft. “Being an auror isn’t kind on one’s relationships.”

“Neither is being a traveling researcher,” you say with a smile. “But you’re retired and I’m stationary.”

“Those are… both true.” 

“And I have no intentions of leaving.”

Sharp was looking at you with an intense look on his face. One that was begging you to be serious and sincere. His internal thoughts were asking how he ended up in this situation, with the temptation of you in front of him, saying things he had only dreamed of. Since his auror partner died, he had avoided getting close and forming real relationships with anyone. But something about you had him offering you a drink. Something about you got his hopes up that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to be so closed off to the rest of the world.

You finish your drink and set the cup on his desk. He’s still staring at you. It’s obvious he’s lost in his thoughts of uncertainty. 

“Aesop, just kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice by the beautiful woman in front of him who exudes confidence. He sets his own cup down next to yours before leaning forward toward you. One of his hands gently holds your face as he brings his near. His eyes hesitantly search yours, half expecting you to say “Sike” and pull away. You don’t. You’re waiting patiently for him to close the space between you. 

When he does, you can’t stop yourself from smiling. The kiss was a little too forceful, but he quickly eases the pressure. It shifts into something far more gentle in nature than you thought Sharp had in him. You deepen the kiss, one hand going to hold his arm and the other finding his knee. Your lips move in sync. 

You feel breathless when he pulls away. There’s a nervous smile on his face that gains confidence as he sees your own smile. There air between you is charged with unsaid emotions and the uncertainty of where this left you.

“This is probably my favorite way to end nightly rounds,” you say with a nervous laugh. 

“With a nightcap?” he asks, earning a light shove from you.

“Aesop,” you say, a lightness in your voice. 

“Well, um, if it was late when you first got here…” His voice trails off.

You laugh, “It certainly is late now.”

You stand up and walk to the door, ready to say good night. Sharp follows you, but the confidence in his walk is hindered by the development in your relationship. 

He clears his throat. “So this was a one-night thing?”

You shake your head, going on your tiptoes so you can press a kiss to his cheek.  “There’s no way this was just a one-night thing.”

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summary wc 1.5k, lyney’s teapot voicelines (with a bit of modification here and there) turned fic. just fluff and pining lyney LOLL to celebrate him coming home yesterday ❤️

“Hey, Y/N!”

Arriving at the Serenitea Pot only to come face-to-face with a certain illustrious magician is what you haven’t been expecting. You stumble back from surprise, and Lyney reaches out to catch you naturally, like this was something out of his scripted shows.

He beams. “I just knew you would be making an appearance here!”

“D-Don’t scare me like that!” you scold, warmth spreading across your face with each passing moment of his proximity. What’s with Lyney’s breath coming off so warm? It burns more than holding his vision for too long. “What if it was someone else who came in here?”

“That’d be really awkward,” Lyney admits, but his easy smile and undaunted fingers on the small of your back convey no embarrassment.

“I almost forgot that I gave you permission to this teapot,” you sigh, gently pushing him away with a palm on his chest. He concedes, pulling you upright and backing off.

You place your hands on your hips. “Well? How do you like it here?”

Lyney’s smile softens impossibly, letting his gaze wander around your teapot. Outside, it’s dim and wet from the rain, but here, his face is cast in a warm, gold glow—it’s taking all of you not to crash onto his chest and use him as a heated stuffed toy. “Your home is breathtaking. Even a legendary magician like myself can confidently say I've never seen or heard of anything like it!”

You huff, gesturing for him to follow you inside. “Impressed, are we?”

“It’s hard not to be impressed by anything when it comes to you,” Lyney says without missing a beat. You thank every archon listening that your back is facing him, not your bitten lips and wide eyes. “But were I to say I've already gotten completely used to it... Would you think I'm lying?”

Is he planning to make himself at home on the first day? “Sure doesn't seem like the truth.”

Lyney laughs, speeding up to walk beside you. “Aw, that really hurts my feelings… But, I was really being honest this time!”

“Ha, ha,” you say blankly, twisting the doorknob open. Lyney ooh’s and aah’s at the sight of your hall, twirling around as he takes each in, from souvenirs you received in Fontaine to furniture you bought all the way from Mondstadt.

He makes his way to a shelf filled with various items you’ve collected over time, region to region. The Adhigama Wood still looks as clean as it was first bought, after you’d been lectured about the special paint that’ll keep it grease-free, appearing untouched. Lyney looks hesitant to reach out, scanning a framed picture in the middle.

It’s a solo picture of you with flowers adorning your head, two bouquets wrapped in large leaves in your arms, and your face captured mid-laugh. The aranaras took it. Lyney looks at it for a moment too long, his finger hovering above the glass.

Starting to feel a little strange about it, you stand beside him, wondering if there’s anything wrong with the picture that he’s seeing. Yet there is nothing but a thin layer of dust on the image, which you swipe away. “Something caught your eye?”

He turns back to you with a mischievous grin. “Well, looks like I've got no choice but to stay here for a while longer! After all, it will take some time for me to win your trust again.”

Lyney looks up at you through his lashes, tilting his head. “...You won't kick me out, right?”

‘Staying here for a while longer’ meant that Lyney was checking every nook, cranny, and room, empty or unoccupied (“Some of your friends live here?” Lyney gapes). You give him a bit of a story for each one, and he soaks your words in like a sunflower to the sun, never appearing disinterested even when you speak about a round table like it’s your firstborn child.

He’s explored more than your friends whom you’ve offered to give rooms to, which is saying enough. And now, exhausted, you pair rest on the loveseat, gazing at the ceiling wordlessly.

“Say,” Lyney says, after moments of silence. He sits up, shuffling closer to you until he kneels on the seat cushion and displays his hat. “Why don't you take a look at this? Do you see anything different about it?”

You squint. “Don't think there's any difference.”

“Ah, but that just means you need to look at it more carefully! Just come a bit closer.” Lyney brightens when you play along, drawing nearer himself. “So, do you have the answer? Is it the pattern, or the color? You should have seen this hat many times before.”

“...Nope, still not seeing it.”

He sighs, resting the hat on your head. “What a pity... Although, your conclusion is actually correct.”

Unbelievably confused, you reach out to hold it, patting all around it. “Is it bigger or smaller than before?” You can’t see much from this angle, nor feel much.

“You look adorable,” Lyney grins, pinching your cheek. “And no, the whole thing was misdirection. I just played a little trick, and stole something of yours. And after that, I also slipped a card into your pockets.”

You blink, reaching down to your pockets and fishing out a card, just as he’s said. It feels as real as it can be between your fingers, still warm from its previous holder.

Lyney grins at your dumbstruck expression, pleased. “Now, can you guess what I stole from you?”

You take a moment to answer, watching him carefully. “My heart?”

He jolts just as his entire face bursts into flames. “Ah, um, a most unexpected answer! I have to say, even my heart has begun to race too.” He looks at you with a petulant glare, as if saying, why would you say that?

Lyney clears his throat, “What I actually stole, however, was your ‘attention.’ E-Even though it's not nearly as valuable as your heart, it's still very important to us magicians nonetheless!”

He trails off, face still pink. “...Okay, you can return my card to me now.”

After that, it had been pretty hard to get rid of Lyney.

He seems to always be there whenever you come around—either spread out on the couch and practicing cards with one hand until you call for him, or appearing in front of you the moment you warp in. You ask if he’s just here every day, waiting for you, but he seems embarrassed to give you an answer.

Today, he has his pets with him. Some of them fly and run around outside, with Lyney at ease when you assure him that there are no signs of monsters here, and you have an Adeptus continuing to keep this haven safe.

You have Lyney’s hat on your lap, playing with Rosseland. The cat is performing a little magic show for you, taking after its owner, especially with how it soaks in your applause with a smug smile.

Lyney is a deflated balloon on the other side of the room, most likely regretting his decision as now you’ve poured all your attention on his pet assistants instead of him. Even worse, his pets seem to love you much more.

Having enough, Lyney approaches from behind, frowning at Rosseland, who appears unbothered, loving the crowd as always.

Your head falls back to the couch, looking at Lyney with a dazzling smile. “You were asking if they could stay here, right? I think you can guess my answer.”

Lyney is torn between celebrating and groaning at the thought of possibly more days of you ignoring him to come. “That would be wonderful,” he says instead, though sincerely. “Thank you.”

You laugh quietly, pulling him close with your fingers on his nape. “Why do you look constipated? Don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous over your own cat?”

He doesn’t tell you, so he keeps quiet instead, the red on his cheeks spreading all the way to his neck.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Lyney says, feigning annoyance while you chuckle. He leans impossibly closer, until your noses are barely an inch away.

“Your cat is watching,” you warn upon seeing the look on his face.

Lyney groans, snatching the hat and wearing it on his head, where Rosseland settles inside by practice. Then, against your mouth, he whispers, “Haven’t I made it obvious I brought them here as an excuse for this?”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you are jea—”

You didn’t end up finishing your sentence at all, swallowed by the press of his lips.

 

By this point, you’re no longer surprised whenever you enter your teapot. 

“Morning, Lyney,” you say, leaving him stunned instead when you plant a kiss on his cheek before maneuvering around and entering your home.

It takes a while for him to snap out of it. Lyney grins, catching up to you. “Good morning. It would be great if I could see you every morning if you’re gonna kiss me like that.”

a/n more sixosix lyney fic what have i become

[mymindcreatedthis]

I’m Sorry 18+

G!p Viv Miedema x Beth Mead

Warning: Smut! Smut! Smut!

Word count: 6,545

*Viv’s Pov*

“Fuck.” I say as Beth scores her hat trick and to make things even better she’s doing my celebration. Can my day get any better? Like fuck it can, as we get into postion for kick off Katie glares at me. 

“Where’s your head at Viv? You guys are losing 4-1.” Katie comments. 

I sigh. “Shut the hell up and play the game Katie.” 

The game continues, I get the ball but I get taken down by Katie from behind and take a nasty fall. I get up, Katie smiles and shrugs. 

“Sorry Viv, it was an accident.” Katie says. 

I glared at her and I couldn't take it anymore. I shove her hard making her fall back to the ground. “Fuck you katie!” 

Leah, Beth and Caitlin rush over to us. Beth pushes me away, splitting us up. Leah tries to calm me down but I push her away as well. 

“Get the fuck off me.” I say as I shove her away. 

Both refs blow their whistle and run over to us and give me a red card. I laugh and shake my head. “Yeah yeah shut the hell up I’m going.” 

I storm off the field, Jill Roord and Jess park try to stop me and check on me but I walk past them and shrug them off and storm into the locker room. I get to the locker room and start trashing it, throwing anything I could get my hands on. 

I grab a water bottle and throw it at the tv that had the game on as Beth scores a 4th goal. I pack my bag and leave and head back home. 

*Beth’s pov* 

What a game. 6-1 win against Mancity with me scoring 4 goals, Lessi scoring 1 and Lotte rounding off scoring with a header unfortunately left her injured. I feel bad for my Vivvy as she got sent off the field. But it was stupid and uncalled for by her though. In all of our relationship I have never seen this side of me and it deeply worried me. 

We high five the traveling fans and head into the locker room. Leah taps my shoulder and tells me that Viv had a meltdown in the city locker room and that she left and presumably went home. Upon hearing this I quickly shower, get cleaned up get dressed and leave. 

“Viv I’m home.” I shout as I walk in through the front door. No answer so I shrug, I walk into the lounge and I’m surprised when I see Viv on her phone scrolling through social media. All I hear is commentary about her red card. 

“Hello baby…Vivvy?” I say to her Silence again except for the commentary. 

I sigh, I sit down in front of her. I sigh as she still doesn’t look at me. “Viv please look at me.” 

Viv continues to scroll through social media. I place my finger under her chin and make her look at me. Viv looks at me and there’s no expression on her face. 

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry for what happened during the game.” I say. 

Viv doesn’t say anything, she just shrugs and continues to scroll through her phone. I sigh and get up, I smile to myself as I get an idea. Cailtin gave me this idea and it worked on Katie multiple times before when they fight. 

I go up to our room, I stand in front of the mirror and strip my clothes. I smile and strip naked and stand in front of the mirror nude. I hope this works. If not, I don't know what else to do. I leave the room and go back downstairs to Viv. 

I smile and stand in front of the doorway naked and watch Viv. “I’d like to apologize to you on behalf of Arsenal and apologize for Katie’s behavior.” I say. 

I see Viv stop and pause. “Vivvy baby can you look at me? I have a present.” 

Viv looks over at me and I smile as her cheeks turn dark red. Viv blushes darkly and bites her lip as she checks out my nude body in front of her. 

“I’m really sorry Vivvy.” I say. 

I smile as I now have her attention. I walk over to her and sit on the couch. I smile, I lean in and kiss her. Viv is shocked at first but starts kissing back. I grab her cock over her boxers and shorts and rub her bulge as we kiss. Viv moans in the kiss as I do this, I smile against her lips as I feel her get hard.

I break the kiss, I smile and slip off Viv’s shorts and boxers and toss them off to the side. 

“Mm fuck baby. Hehe so hard for me.” I say checking out my girlfriend's massive throbbing cock. 

“Mm Beth. Are you sure about this?” Viv asks. 

I smile and nod. “Yes baby I’m sure. This is my apology and this is your release you’ve been long overdue for.” 

Viv bites her lip and blushes. Viv slips off her shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. 

*Viv’s Pov* 

Beth slowly made her way between my legs as she laid down kissing the insides of both my thighs making my dick harder. 

"You're so big." Beth whispered planting kisses along my dick and balls.

Beth smiles as she slowly takes my cock in her mouth. Getting used to my size, Beth slowly bobs her head. I moan, she hums against my dick and bobs her head a little bit faster.

She chokes and gags as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, Beth bobs her head faster and faster.

"Mmm fuck Beth, your mouth. It's so warm it feels so nice." I moaned, gripping the back of her hair. 

Beth hummed in response. Sending the sensation down my dick makes me a moaning mess. The view of Beth’s head bobbing up and down as well as her fat ass wiggling around was making me more turned on. 

I moaned in pleasure and gripped the couch cushions, Beth continued to devour my dick. Wrapping her arms around my legs she sped her head movement making me closer and closer needing to explode. 

"Baby I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moaned as my grip on Beth’s  hair tightened. 

The only noise coming from Beth was the noise of her gags as my dick repeatedly hit the back of her throat. 

"Fuck Beth I'm... I'm gon-" 

Throat pie: 

Not being able to warn her in time, I explode in her mouth shooting my load in her mouth and down her throat, Beth chokes and gags as I cum. 

"F-Fuck, sorry I couldn't warn you." I moaned in pleasure. 

"It's okay." Beth smiled. "You tasted amazing." She giggled as she licked her lips collecting the last of my cum. 

I bite my lip as Beth smiles and slowly strokes my cock making me moan as she does this. 

I bite my lip as she spits on my cock and takes my cock back in her mouth. Beth strokes my cock her spit travels down my length. 

Slowly Beth lowered herself and began to give me head. Her mouth is so warm around the tip of my dick. 

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I grip her ponytail just like she wanted me too. 

She began to bob her head faster, knowing the effect she had on me, allowing my dick to slide all the way down her throat. Beth chokes and gags at the sudden feeling. 

"Fuck Beth, do that again please." I begged, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Sweat dripped down my forehead. 

Beth did as I pleaded, repeating what she did allowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to gag again. Her spit spluttered everywhere covering my length moving her hand to play with my balls.

The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up. Combined with the speed she was bobbing her head, she was pushing me closer and closer to exploding in her mouth. 

"Fuck Beth, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned as I repositioned my grip on her ponytail guiding her head up and down on my length. I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was getting closer to my release. 

She hummed against my dick in response as well as the new taste she was experiencing as she gripped onto my thighs to further up her speed. 

"Uuuhh F-Fuck Bethy S-Slo...." 

Throat pie 2: 

I couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth was too good, without any warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. I kept hold of her head as she took my load, swallowing it all. 

"Good slut. Swallow all of that up." I moaned as I pushed her head slightly down making her take my full length one more time. 

Releasing her head, Beth took a deep breath to help catch her breath. Her eyes watering, her face was a mess from all her spit and drool. 

"Fuck baby, your face is such a mess." I moaned as I leaned back taking in the view I was partly responsible for. 

Beth giggles and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips and kiss back. I smile, I move off the couch. 

I smirk and pick her up. She giggles and squeals. I push the tip of my dick in her and slowly sinks down her down on my dick we both moan as she takes my length deep inside her tight pussy. 

"Mmm fuck. You're really deep in there." Beth moans.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes. "So wet and tight." I moan. "I'm gonna destroy your tight pussy slut." 

"Yeah daddy?" Beth moans. 

"Yeah slut. I'm gonna destroy your pussy and pump you full of cum. I'm gonna drain my balls in you." I moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my dick. 

"Mmm I'm your cum slut daddy." Beth moans. 

"Mmm you're my cum dumpster slut." I moan as I move her up and down on my dick faster and faster. 

"Mmm please daddy turn me into your cum dumpster.” Beth moans in pleasure as I move her up and down on my dick a bit harder and faster than before. 

"Mmm so fucking good. I don't think I can last to much longer baby. You have amazing grip." I moan in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck yes give me your load." Beth moans in pleasure. 

"Yeah your a slut for daddy's cum you want daddy's cum deep inside your tight pussy?" I ask seductively as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster than before. 

The only sounds in the room was the tv in the background and our moans and my balls slapping against her skin. 

"Mmmm fuck daddy I'm close. Ahhh I'm squirting I'm squirting." Beth moans I feel her shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dicks,thighs and all over the ground. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." I say seductively. 

Beth’s pov* 

Holy fuck this felt amazing. Viv was balls deep inside me. God I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Viv nips my ear and whispers. Her words made me weak. She was so sexy when she was a Dom She's really deep in there. Mmmm she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me. 

I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her, I was close to cumming. I couldn't take it anymore, I moan and throw my head back. My eyes roll to the back of my head. 

I can't take it anymore and cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down her dick. 

Me cumming sends Viv over the edge. Viv busts her load deep inside me. I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load. 

"Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of sticky cum deep inside me. I sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me. 

Viv Cutely moans in my ear and nips in my ear. Fuck shes still unloading her massive seed deep inside me.  

"Mmm fuck, give me all your cum." I moan and dig my nails in her back as she comes down from her high. Cum still oozing inside me. 

I moan. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." I sexily moan. 

*Viv’s pov*

Creampie #1:

I feel Beth cum all over me, her cumming amends me over the edge. I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy. 

We both moan as I stuff her full with my seed. Beth moans and throws her head back her eyes roll to the back of her head as I fill her up with my cum. 

"Mmm fuck give me all your cum." Beth moans in pleasure. She digs her nails in my back as I continue to unload my massive seed deep in her pussy. 

I moan. Beth moans and looks me deep in the eyes. 

"Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." Beth sexily moans. 

I do as she requests I use my dick as a plug and stuff my cum deep inside her making sure no cum drips out. 

"Mmm such a cum slut." I moan. 

"Heheh and that's only one Creampie daddy. I want more." Beth whispers and nips my ear. 

We both moan as I help slide her off my dick and set her down. I smile and spank her ass. 

“Let’s move to the kitchen table.” I say. 

“Yes daddy.” Beth says. 

Beth giggles and moves over to the table and stands at the table. Beth puts her hand on the table and rests one leg on the table and firmly plants her other foot on the ground slightly lifting herself up on her toes. 

I move behind Beth, I place my hands on Beth’s ass. I lean back a little and slide my cock inside her tight wet pussy.  I moan and squeeze her ass as I watch her pussy swallow up my cock perfectly. 

Beth gasps and lets out a shaky moan and grips the table. I smile and place my hands on her ass. Beth gasps and moans as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Fuck her pussy was amazing, mm such an amazing grip I don’t think I can pull out in time. 

“F-Faster baby.” Beth moans. 

I moan and thrust into her wet pussy faster. “Mm fuck….fuck.” Beth squeaks out with each thrust.

I spank her ass and squeeze her ass. Beth moans as I spank her ass. 

“Hmm… what’s wrong?” Beth moans and smiles. “I’m feeling a lot of throbbing in there.” Beth moans. 

“Mm fuck Beth your pussy is so good I moan in pleasure. 

Beth cutely giggles and moans. “Mm what’s wrong? Scared you’ll tap out and cum to fast?” Beth teases and moans in pleasure. 

I moan and giggle. “S-Shut up you dork.” I moan, I squeeze her ass and spank it again. 

“Ugh fuck. You’re stretching me so fucking good.” Beth moans loudly in pleasure. 

I smirk, I grab her ponytail and pull her hair and thrust into her faster and harder.

“Fuck….fuck….fuck.” Beth squeaks out with each thrust. Beth moans and throws her ass back against me as I thrust in and out of her pussy. 

“Mm your balls are full with so much cum.” Beth moans. “Mm come on give me your load daddy, let me feel every inch.” Beth moans. 

We both moan as my balls slap against her skin, the table slightly shaking and creaking with each thrust. I moan and pull her closer to me causing my cock to go deeper inside her. 

Now I was balls deep inside my girlfriend. “Mm fuck, I’m close Bethy.” I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. 

Beth smiles and moans as my precum leaks inside hers. “Come on, I feel it.” Beth moans. “Load my pussy up with your cum.” 

I moan as Beth slides back and forth on my cock faster helping me out. “Mm fuck.” I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. 

Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven. “Mmm B-Beth baby I’m really close.” I moan. 

“Ugh shit… me too.” Beth moans. 

I moan loudly, my balls slap against Beth’s skin as our moans fill the room. I moan as her walls clench around my cock letting me know she was about to cum. 

We both moan as she slides back and forth on my cock faster and faster. Fuck she’s really gonna make my cum. I moan and grip Beth’s ass. I bite my lip and moan as her ass ripples against my cock. 

Beth screams in pleasure and squirts all over my cock, her juices drip down my thighs, onto the ground and onto the table. I moan, my balls tighten as Beth slides back and forth on my cock faster. 

*creampie 2*

I can’t take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Beth moans and cums all over my cock. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. 

“Mm Yes yes pour it deep inside me.” Beth moans. 

I smile as I slowly thrust in and out of her unloading the rest of my seed inside her pussy. I help us ride out our highs and slowly pull out of her. 

Cum immediately oozes out of her pussy and drips down her folds and drips down my balls onto the table and onto the floor. 

I giggle and slap her ass again. Beth moans as I slap her ass, I smile and lean down and place kisses on her ass. 

Beth giggles and rubs her clit as my cum drips and oozes out of her. 

“Mm, that was a lot of cum.” Beth moans. “Mm thank you for the load.” 

I giggle and kiss her deeply and lovingly. Beth giggles and kisses back.

“Sit on the chair baby.” I order. 

Beth blushes and sits in the chair. Beth sits and scoots back against the back of the chair. I smile, I sit on the edge of the chair facing Beth. I place her legs on my hips and place my hands on her ass. 

I smile and push her pussy against my cock making Beth take my cock deep inside her making us both moan. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. 

Beth moans she rests her head against mine and rests her arms on the back of the chair. I smile, I lock eyes with her. 

“Mm you’re so beautiful baby.” I whisper. 

Beth cutely smiles and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back. We both moan in the kiss as I firmly grip Beth’s ass and slowly slide her back and forth on my cock. 

I break the kiss and rests my head against hers. “Mm f-fuck.” Beth moans. 

I moan and smile. “Mm so wet and warm.” 

“Mm f-faster.” Beth moans in pleasure. 

I moan, I lean down and kiss her tits as I slide her back and forth on my cock a bit faster. Beth moans and leans her head back. 

We both moan as I slide her back and forth on my cock a bit faster. Beth moans loudly in pleasure her mouth hangs open her legs slightly shake against my hips from the pleasure. 

I giggle and moan. I kiss and lick her neck, Beth cutely giggles and moans as I kiss and lick her neck. 

Beth smiles and cutely moans. “This pussy feel good clenched around you baby?” 

I moan and nod. “Mm so tight and wet.” I moan and firmly grip Beth’s ass as Beth takes over and slides back and forth on my cock faster. 

Beth moans and continues to slide back l and forth on my cock. I moan and kiss and suck on Beth’s tits, turning her on even more. I moan, I squeeze her ass and kiss her deeply. 

Beth breaks the kiss and rests head against mine. Beth moans loudly in pleasure and slides back and forth on my cock faster. 

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Ugh f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure. 

It’s only been 20 minutes and I’m already about to cum, Beth moans and keeps going. I moan and reach down and rub her clit. Beth gasps and moans as I do this. 

“Mm fuck….fuck.” Beth moans as she continues to move back and forth on my cock. 

“I can feel your balls are about to explode.” Beth moans. “You’re throbbing so much in there.” 

I moan as my precum leaks inside her pussy letting her know that I was about to bust. 

Beth giggles and smirks. “Couldn’t resist this pussy huh?” Beth moans. 

I smile and moan. “It feels so good.” I cry out in pleasure. 

Beth’s breathing gets heavier letting me know that she too was close to cumming. 

“Mm ... .someone close?” Beth moans. 

I moan and grip her ass. “Mm fuck I’m really close.” 

Beth giggles and moans. “Let go baby. Let go and cum. Fill up my pussy.” Beth moans. 

I moan in pleasure. Beth moans and cums. 

*Creampie 3*

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can’t take it anymore and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up her entrance filling her up to the brim. 

“You’re filling me up so good.” Beth moans. “So warm inside me.” Beth moans. 

We both moan as Beth slowly slides back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my load in her pussy. 

We both moan as my cock leaks and oozes out of her and drips into my balls and onto the chair as she continues to slide back and forth on my cock. 

“You’re filling me up to the brim…” Beth moans. “Gosh it’s so hot and thick.” 

I moan as the last of my cum unloads in her pussy. Beth moans, she smiles and kisses me deeply. I smile against her lips and kiss back. 

We both moan as I pick her up and slowly pull out of her. My cock falls limp, cum immediately oozes out of her and oozes onto the chair. 

I giggle as Beth moans and rubs her clit admiring the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy. 

“Mmm take me upstairs to our bed.” Beth requests. 

I giggle, I pick her up and take us upstairs to our room. Beth giggles as I set her on the ground and squeeze her ass as we make out. 

Beth lays on the bed, she lays on her back. Beth props herself up on her elbow and lifts her upper body a bit. Beth keeps her legs straight but spreads them a bit.

I join Beth on the bed, I hover over her and slowly slide my cock inside her. We both moan as her pussy swallows me up, I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Beth’s walls clench around me as she takes me deep inside her. 

I smile, I hover over her out tits touching. I lean in and kiss her neck as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

“Mm fuck.” Beth moans as I thrust in and out of her pussy slowly. 

I moan and suck on her neck leaving hickeys. “Faster daddy faster.” Beth moans. 

“Fuck my pussy.” Beth moans. 

I moan, I hide my face in her neck as I thrust into and out of her faster. “Mm f-fuck, you’re so deep inside me.” Beth moans. 

“Mm so wet and warm.” I moan in pleasure. 

I moan against her neck and kiss her neck as I thrust into her faster. Beth screams in pleasure and grips the sheets tightly. 

“Gah fuck, right there.” Beth moans loudly in pleasure. 

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster. “Oh my god!… please don’t stop.” Beth cries out in pleasure. 

“Ugh fuck.” I moan. “So fucking good.” I cry out in pleasure as I continue to stretch out her wet warm pussy. I moan my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. 

I moan and go even faster. “Mm f-fuck, yes you’re stretching my pussy so good.” Beth cutely moans and shudders in pleasure. 

“Fuck baby, your grip is amazing.” I moan. 

“F-Faster… fill me…. up.” Beth squeaks out with each thrust. 

I moan, I lean down and kiss her. We both moan in the kiss as I thrust into her faster and harder. Beth breaks the kiss and rests her head against mine. 

“Fuck yes! Right there right there!” Beth screams in pleasure. 

I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger. “B-Beth baby… I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure. 

“Cum in me daddy.” Beth moans. 

I moan, I make her look at me. I Gently slap her cheek and gently choke her. Beth moans and smiles as I spit on her face and in her mouth. 

Beth moans and swallows my spit. We both moan as I continue to bottom out in her wet pussy. 

“Mm fuck. I don’t think I can last much longer.” I moan. 

Beth giggles and moans. “Cum in Me. Fill up this pussy, I know you want to.” Beth moans. “Fill me up…. Plant your seed deep inside me.” Beth giggles. “Claim my pussy.” Beth says seductively, moaning in pleasure. 

I moan and kiss her neck. I moan as my balls tighten. Beth moans and cums all over my cock. 

*creampie 4*

I can’t take it anymore, cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Beth’s entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs. 

“Mm you’re filling me up.” Beth moans. “So warm inside me.” 

The last of my cum oozes and spurts Inside her and paint her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Beth moans as my cum oozes out of her. 

Cum drips down her folds and drips and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and rub her clit. 

“Mm hehe I filled you up so well.” I say. 

Beth giggles and moans as I rub her clit. Beth smiles and bites her lip as she watches my cum ooze and drip out of her. 

“Mm fuck.. creampies are the best.” Beth smiles as she rubs her folds. 

I giggle and kiss her. Beth smiles against my lips and kisses back. I smile as Beth as I swap. 

I sit in the bed. Beth smiles and joins me on the bed, I stretch my legs out a bit. Beth smiles and sits on my lap. Beth sits on my lap horizontally her tits touching mine. 

I wrap one arm around her and wrap my other arm under her thighs. We both moan as I pull her onto my cock. I smile and kiss her as I slowly slide her up and down on my cock. We both moan in the kiss as I do this. 

Beth breaks the kiss and rests her head against mine. “Mm f-fuck you’re me put so good.” Beth moans. 

Beth giggles and bites her lip. “Mm I’m feeling a lot of throbbing in there.” Beth moans. 

“Mm fuck Bethy, mm you feel so good.” I moan. 

“Mm you feel so good baby.” Beth moans. 

I moan and slide her up and down on my cock a bit faster. “Mm fuck, so wet and warm.” I moan in pleasure. “Ugh your pussy feels so good clenched around me.” 

We both moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. 

“Mm I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum.” I moan. 

“Yeah daddy?” Beth moans. 

“Mm Y-Yes.” I moan in pleasure as I move her up and down on my cock faster and faster. “Mm so fucking good.” I moan in pleasure. 

Beth moans and giggles. “You like my ass sliding up and down on your cock?” Beth asks, moaning in pleasure. 

I moan and nod. “It feels really good.” I moan. 

“Mm yes give me your load.” Beth moans in pleasure. “Mm fuck Viv baby I’m close.” Beth moans. “Ahh I’m squirting! I’m squaring.” Beth moans. 

I smile as I feel her body tremble and shake in my arms. she squirts all over my cock, thighs and all over the bed sheets. 

“Mmm….shit I’m gonna cum.” Beth moans. 

I moan and smile as Beth cums all over my cock. I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Mm fuck I’m close.” I moan. 

“Mm I feel your precum oozing inside me.” Beth moans. “Mm fill up my pussy…. Plant your seed deep inside me.” Beth says seductively. 

“Oh my god!” Beth moans as I slide her up and down in my cock faster.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Beth Cries out in pleasure. 

I moan as I continue to stretch out her wet warm pussy. I moan as her skin slaps against mine. I moan and slide her up and down on my cock faster and faster. 

“Mm f-fuck your stretching out my pussy so good.” Beth cutely moans and shudders in pleasure. “Mmm fuck you’re so deep inside me.” Beth moans. 

I moan and slide her up and down in my cock faster and harder. “Fuck yes! Right there!” Beth moans in pleasure. 

“Mm f-fuck.” I cry out in pleasure. “So fucking good.” I moan and continue to slide her up and down on my cock.

“Mm fuck Beth baby…. Mm I’m gonna cum.” 

“Give me that cum.” Beth moans. 

I moan as my balls tighten. Beth moans and cums all over my cock. 

*Creampie 5*

I can’t take it anymore. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Beth’s entrance filling her up to the brim. 

“O-Oh my G-God.” Beth moans as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her. 

Beth moans as I slowly slide her up and down on my cock as I unload my seed inside her. 

“Mm fuck yes give me your cum.” Beth moans. “Plant your thick load inside me.” 

We both moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my cock helping us ride out our highs. The last of my cum oozing inside her pussy. We both moan as I lift her up and slowly pull out of her. 

My cock falls limp. Cum immediately oozes and drips out of her pussy and drips onto my thighs, cock and onto the sheets. Beth giggles and kisses me, I smile against her lips and kiss back.  

“Mm fuck babe you filled me up with so much cum.” Beth moans as our mixed cum continues to drip and ooze out of her. 

I giggle, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me. 

“More daddy. I need more Vivvy.” Beth says. 

Beth moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. I smile and move over to Beth. I giggle and spank her ass, Beth moans and jumps as I spank her ass.

 I get situated behind her, I line my dick up with her pussy, a thought comes to mind as I reach around Beth’s body taking grip of both her wrists and place them behind her back so her face is against the mattress. 

"Ready baby? Ready to get destroyed?" I whispered as I gripped her wrists tighter and slammed my cock deep inside her pussy.

She let out a mighty scream filled with pleasure as I bottomed out inside of her pussy, not slowing down.I moaned as I carried on destroying her entrance. Beth tries to reply to which I press her face into the pillows muffling whatever she tries to say.

The sight of her ass rippling against me after every thrust was a sight I loved to see. Beth trying to move her hands but couldn't from the grip I had on them seemed to send her into overdrive.

Her moans became louder, sweat dripping down her back as she began to get closer to her orgasm.

"That's it, let it out." I whispered, I leant forward placing delicate kisses to her back.

As soon as my words left my mouth Beth exploded. Noises coming from her mouth I had never heard before.

Beth squirts all over my stomach, as I felt her walls tighten around my cock immediately making my balls tighten. 

*Creampie 6*

"Fuck." I yelled as I began to cum at the same time as Beth. I could feel my cum oozing inside of her, not being able to warn her in time. Us both moaning together as we reached our highs, filling her pussy to the brim. 

One final spank to her right cheek, I let go of her hands to which she fell onto the bed exhausted. I planted a kiss on her ass before moving the kisses up and down her back receiving little giggles from Beth.

“One more?” Beth questions. 

I giggle and nod. “One more.” 

Beth bites her lip and lays on the bed. She bites her lip and cutely smiles and motions me over with her finger. 

"Come on baby I need some of that cock." Beth says seductively rubbing her clit with her fingers. 

I join her on the bed. I smile and hover over her and kiss her. My boner rubs against her soaking folds, Beth moans as my tips rubs against her soaking folds. 

"Fuck babe, you're so wet." I say. 

"All for you daddy." Beth moans.

"Please I need you inside me. I need more of you.” Beth begs. 

Beth leans in and kisses me. She lowers her hand and slowly strokes my dick as we make out. I moan in the kiss. Beth lines my dick up with her pussy and guides me in. We both moan in the kiss, I break away from the kiss and rest my head against hers. 

Beth moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm okay you feel huge inside me." Beth gasps. 

I giggle and smirk. "Tell me when to move  baby. I'm gonna pump you full of cum." 

Beth moans as I say this. "Fuck yes please, pump me full of your cum." 

Beth takes a moment to adjust. I giggle and kiss her. "M-Move." 

I slowly thrust in and out of Beth’s tight pussy. Beth moans in pleasure, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in closer to her. This causes my dick to go deeper inside her, we both moan.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Beth moans. 

I smirk and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. Beth moans in pleasure as I pick up the pace. I kiss her neck and suck in it leaving hickys as I fuck the day lights out of her. 

"Fuck baby you feel so good clenched around me." I moan in pleasure. 

"Fuck you feel so good stretching me out." Beth moans. 

I pick up the pace and pound her pussy faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. 

"Fuck.....fuck.....fuck." Beth squeaks out with each thrust.

I smirk, I gently grab her throat and choke her. This makes Beth go crazy, I choke her as I thrust in and out of her faster and harder.

"Fuck yes, choke me as you fuck my brains out." Beth moans out In pleasure. 

I smirk, I choke her as I continue to pound her pussy. "Ugh fuck." I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. 

"Shit, you feel so good inside me." Beth moans as I continue to fuck her. 

I smirk and go at an angle and hit her g spot. Beth screams in pleasure as I pound her g spot. 

"Fuck! Fuck yes right there. Holy shit you're gonna make me squirt." Beth screams in pleasure. 

"Mmm maybe I should just keep doing it then." I moan and kiss her. Beth moans in the kiss. I pick up the pace, and pound her g spot at an angle. 

Beth screams in pleasure and squirts all over my dick, abs and thighs. I smirk and continue to fuck her brains out. Beth’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her. 

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Beth squeaks out with each thrust. 

I moan and pound her pussy faster and harder. My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close. 

"Ahh shit....I'm close." I moan. 

"Yes daddy, cum in me. pump me full of your cum." Beth moans. 

I continue to pound her faster and faster. Beth moans as I pin her to the bed as I continue to fuck her. 

"Fuck this feels so good." I moan. 

"So fucking good. Don't stop until you drain your balls in me." Beth moans. 

Fuck Beth is so sexy when she's demanding. I didn't know that she was a bottom. I moan as I go faster and harder. 

"Ugh I'm gonna cum. Get ready." I moan. 

*Creampie 7*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Beth moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck there's so much." Beth moans. 

I moan and continue to pump her full of cum. I help Beth ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum oozes out of her and coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. 

I giggle and run my finger up her folds and scoop up whatever cum I can and slip in back inside her pussy Beth giggles and moans as I do this.

We lay in bed and cuddle. I smile, I hold Beth close to me and kiss her head. “I’m sorry Beth.” I say softly. 

Beth looks up at me and she kisses me deeply and lovingly. “I’m sorry too Viv.” Beth smiles and Gently rubs my cheek with her thumb. “I love you Vivvy.” 

I smile and peck her lips. “I love you too Bethy.” 

[youmistme]

Just for today, can I say I love you? HTS

pairing: friends elder cousin!Han Taesan x Y/N Pinewood. A bit of Cigar. Vinyls. Turntables. The ring. The smile. The eyes. Him.  “Look at you, Y/N still listening to The Beatles and following me into the record store.”  warnings: a bit of swearing a bit of crying 'das itttttt words: 4k

This is for my onedoor friend who is so dear to me💕 hbd!

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Spring. 2025

The shabby record store in the quiet neighbourhood of Gwangju is somewhere you find myself reverting to whenever the wind of life takes turns too strong. Your hands trace the doorknob as you push the door open, letting yourself in.

The first thing you  notice is the first thing you  always notice here. Pinewood. Mixed with a subtle drag of a cigar coming from Mr. Choi’s chapped lips. The walls were covered with all sorts of records, rock, hip-hop, ballads, indie: you name it, he had it. The colourful walls bring you back to the summer of last year. 

 Your eyes habitually train back to the turn table on the corner to the right. You see a shadow casting near the shelves, the back of a figure switching a vinyl. Before your curiosity escalates, Mr. Choi huffs with a huge grin, setting his cigar down. 

“Y/N! Ah, you finally came to visit eh? How’s college been treating ya?”His old frame wobbled out from the front desk and towards you. 

“Mr. Choi! I missed you…college is well, you know, college,” you thrust a bag filled with the fruits my mother packed for him. “Mom and Dad say ‘Hi’ too!” 

“Young-ins these days, enjoy your college time, yeah? Already complaining about it tsk tsk.”

I roll my eyes playfully as I settle down near the front desk. He gives me a light side hug and the pinewood cologne from his shirt deepens. You let out a sigh. 

“This was my favorite place throughout high school… I could listen to whatever music I wanted and feel the music with whoever I wanted…” Mr. Choi chuckles, already peeling the tangerines I got for him.

 “No customers today, look through whatever song ya want, kiddo. It’s on the house.” 

He pats my head before tossing a slice of the tangerine into his mouth, and walking out of the door- probably to smoke again. 

You start looking around the shop, it has been here all my childhood but I only gravitated towards it when You turned freshly fourteen. You remember following Woonhak’s cousin into the store. Your mind drifts back to the hazy yet fresh memories of the previous summer. You wander near the shelves picking up a vinyl when your eyes catch the figure from earlier, it is a man with black hair. 

The vinyl drops from my hand, and you yelp. As you go to grab it, another hand picks it up first. A hand with a thin silver ring with the shape of two cat ears. A ring you can recognize anywhere in the world. Your eyes slowly flicker up to the man's face. He blinks before chuckling.   

Pinewood. A bit of Cigar. Vinyls. Turntables. The ring. The smile. The eyes. Him. 

“Look at you, Y/N still listening to The Beatles and following me into the record store.” 

Dongmin. Han Dongmin. The boy who leaves your heart dangling at the edge of a cliff with curiosity. 

A boy who was neither my friend nor a foe. Someone who treaded on the line of ‘what if’.

A boy you always noticed, even when the world didn’t care to. 

Summer. 2024

“Can you pass the freaking controller to me already, Y/N! You’re losing…” I swiftly kicked Woonhak on the shin. This boy's nagging did not stop. A plate with half eaten pizza sits a little stale from your never-ending gaming. 

“Ahhhhh it’s my controller dude, can I just play this round and-” another kick, this time a little above. “You bi-” 

“Ya! Are you calling your Noona a bitch? Where did you learn these bad words from?” 

“You are NOT older than me Y/N I’m ‘06!” 

“Says who?” 

“Says me.”

“My ass. I’m March and you’re December. Pipe down, child.”

“I’m not a childddddddddd!” You sigh once again, why were you friends with this absolute fool again? All he has done in your ten-year-long friendship is eat sand, eat your hair, eat his homework, and now progressively eat your snacks. And, maybe sometimes be a little kind and ward off other annoying kids. 

As you frantically fiddle with the controller buttons with deep focus, finally you are victorious in your 20th attempt at Mario Kart. “Yes!” You yell in giddiness, Woonhak joining in in the celebration. 

“So… you been doing music lately, Woonagi?” You pick up the acoustic guitar from the couch while Woonhak begins playing his round. The guitar looks used up and slightly familiar, the wood having slight scratches that you trace around with your finger. 

“Hm? Oh yeah, Hyung is back in town so I asked for some music lessons. He gave me his old guitar too!” 

“Hyung who?”  You stare blankly for a second before your brain rewires and your eyes widen. You flip the guitar around and see the all-too-familiar letters on the bottom. Scratched unprofessionally onto the wood: HTS. 

“Dong-” 

“DONGMIN IS BACK?” you shriek a little too loudly for what you’d like to be considered nonchalant. Woonhak raised a brow and eyed you for a solid second. 

“Yes. He is. Since when do you care? You know actually, I always found it weird you followed Hyung to Mr. Choi’s store whenever he was back in t-”

“I just really like listening to vinyl, you know?” you defend yourself without looking him in the eye. 

“Sure, dude.” 

Without sparing your friend another word, you take your jacket off and put your shoes on. You huff contently, glad you wore a nice T-shirt that day instead of your usual rags. Woonhak does not bother looking back, he already knows you are out of breath, running to the record store. Eagerly, he takes a bite out of your neglected pizza slice with a knowing smile. 

You were nine years old when you first met Dongmin, it was purely by fate, you like to think. Among all your neighbourhood friends, this slightly taller and shy-er boy always seemed to be around yet never actually play with you and your friends. While playing tag, as everybody ran around, the boy would be found under the slide or near the seesaw, quietly looking at them yet never joining- never. He came and went with Woonhak and soon little you learned that this was his cousin. 

As the years flew by you saw less and less of Dongmin until he started visiting in the summers again. The air was warmer and the days were longer. Your naive eyes that perched into the pool of adolescence could not wait for summer to arrive. 

Every day at 5 pm, like clock-work you walked to the record store. Hair up in a pony tail, a few strands down, some stolen lipgloss from your sister smeared on your lips. A heart that beat so fast and cheeks that flushed so dearly- all for the boy in the record store. You convinced yourself that it was simply a physical admiration and nothing more. 

Once again you’re here, entering your sanctuary called the record store. You spotted a mop

of black hair peeking from above the shelves. He was holding a guitar, it seemed new- you remember Woonhak’s words. He was wearing a pair of black baggy jeans and a band T-shirt, headphones secured around his neck. You stare a little too long at his hair, an oreo mixture with white and black streaks. 

“So how many more years is it going to take for you actually to tell me you’re back for the summer?” 

He doesn’t look up but you can see his lips perk up into a smile. 

“You always seem to find me though.” He replies with a lightness to his voice. His legs are jittery and if you knew any better, you’d say he’s excited to see you too. 

Before you can say anything else, he drags another chair and places it beside his. You look at it for a moment and he stares at you expectantly. You sit down. 

He hands you an album, “Wanna listen to this? I remember you love Nirvana, don’t you?”

“Not really. I just like it because you do.” His eyes avert, his cheeks and ears get slightly pink. His hand trembles a little, fidgeting with the vinyl. “Oh…I-”

“Let’s listen to beatles instead.” you pick on his stead, he smiles and nods. “You and your beatles obsession.”

“Hey! They’re really good.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I only like ‘em ‘cuz you do.” 

Your face crunches into a light scowl, but internally, your heart thumps the fastest it ever has. “Real smart, using my words on me, Dongmin!” You playfully nudge his side. “The hair colour is a look,” you add after a moment of silence. Dongmin bites his lip, flustered. “You like it?” 

“Sure. Black suits you best, though.”  

There are many reasons you come here annually, and you cannot help but feel a little grateful that you get to see this side of him. The shy smiles, little head scratches and all the things he likes. The four walls of this store just transform you two into a different world. 

To everyone else, Dongmin might seem aloof but you could see a whole new side of him- a side only he ever showed to you. A little world with just the two of you. A world where you can notice him with all your might. 

You lean into his neck a little, sniffing. “You smell different…?” 

“Ah, it’s a new cologne…”

Your eyes narrow, sniffing even closer to his neck. You feel his body stiffening up, but he doesn’t pry you off of him either. “It smells familiar. Where have I smelled that before?”

He sighs a little dramatically. “Fine. It’s Mr. Choi’s.”

“He let you use his cologne?” 

“No… I sorta didn’t ask…”

You try not to laugh, “So what I’m hearing is you stole his?”

He bites his lips and looks away, “Ugh, didn’t you say last time you liked the smell of  Pinewood? Why’re ya complaining?”

“Why? You put this on ‘cuz I like it?” you say, fluttering your eyes at him and his face turns into a gradient of pink and red. “Well, if you hate it so much-”

“Who said I hate it? Next time just buy one on your own, silly!” 

You both burst into fits of laughter, Dongmin smiling widely as he looks at you and back at his guitar. He looks at your smiling figure and his heart tugs, his body gets warm. “Also…I think I’m gonna be a musician, Y/N… I want to be one so badly.”

You stop laughing, a gentle smile replacing your lips. Dongmin who didn’t dare let anyone crack his firm walls, was opening up to you. Slowly shedding his fear and letting you in. 

“I- I’m glad you told me this. Did you tell anyone else?”

“No”, he sighs deeply with down cast eyes. “I don’t know how dad will react to it. B-but music, Y/N- I-I i feel so alive when I do it.” His eyes widen and his hands move around, emphasizing. 

“I wanna write songs and sing and produce! I wanna do it all, you know?” He continues before you speak. “I even have a stage name all planned out, Han Taesan! My friend Donghyuk and I decided on it a-

 You gingerly place your hand over his and look into his eyes. They're round and wobbly, a sheen of moisture over them. You can see his sincerity and passion. You pull him a little closer, fingers intertwining with his. 

“I think you should go for it. And I know that you’ll do well, too, Dongmin. I just know it. Or should I say Mr. Han Taesan?” 

“Oh stop…do you really mean it though?” you nod again. 

The scent of the stolen cologne fills your senses, his breath drawing closer and closer to your face. Now he’s just an inch apart, his long nose almost touching yours. His eyes droop down, looking at your lips. Instinctively, you lick them. Taking a deep breath in, he holds both of your clasped hands up. 

It was him who pushed himself onto your frame further, sealing your lips with a haste kiss. The sensation burning you down, from your lips to your toes. You both look at eachother with hushed smiles, your lips touching again- this time more tender and soft. Like, he was trying to savour the moment of your sensation. The rising temperature of your body as his cold hands slipped behind your neck, pushing you close.

The rush of blood propells you two, stumbling down the chairs and ontot the floor. A thin beem of sunlight peeking through the blinds, recohetting over Dongmin's face. He had not looked anymore handsome than he had then, sharp eyes with a softness of a tear strand tirckling down, lips trembling ever so slightly. His gaze stuck on you, fingers gripping your T-shirt, he doesn’t want to let go. 

This haven that he found between your arms and within your words, its a blanket as soft as a cloud. 

“I-” you start. 

“Sor-” he continues. 

“That was my first kiss!” you both yell together, faces like two cherries with embarrassment. 

“Glad to know I was your first…” you smirk a little as a response and pat his shoulder. 

“Thank you for confiding in me, you know? I’m so glad that you trust me.”

He smiles, lips curving to the right a little more- another quirk you have habitually noticed. 

The phone in his jean pocket rings thunderously, breaking the serene moment. His smile drops. “It’s dad.” He goes to cut the call. 

“It’s okay, just pick it up and tell him where you are. It’s okay, Dongmin…”

He contemplates before swiping to the green button. You can hear all sorts of yelling from the other side of the line. Dongmin doesnt say a word, no, he looks down at his shoes and then to his guitar and then at you. You stay puzzled with his ambiguous expression, trying to touch his hand and mouthing “It’s okay” 

He still stares and he stares. The call keeps going without him muttering much. 

He slowly retreats his hand away, standing up. He doesn’t look at you anymore. The blanket of clouds that shrouded him now suffocates his very respiration. 

“I’ll be back” he half-whispers half-shouts from over his shoulder. You nod eagerly. 

You pity with time by watching the hands of the clock tick by, one by one. The sun’s rays have stopped intruding through the blinds, last glimmer of light getting tucked away as the sun sets away for the day. Yet, you keep waiting and waiting. Clinging on to the ambiguous phrase that is, “I’ll be back.” 

By 8pm, Mr.Choi comes back, gasping at the sight of you sloutched over, not moving. It takes another hour for your mother to pick you up, a concerned plead over her face to know why her daughter’s eyes were bloodshot red, an apathetic mask. 

You want to whine. You want to wait. But, for whom should you stay waiting for? The boy who already left the town? Summer’s endless breeze washed over your sweat ridden body, you carelessly wiped it away hoping it would wipe the memories of this day with it. 

Spring 2025

You walking haparzardly in your dorm room, nearly tripping over your own undone laundry. 

“I’m telling you, this is NOT a drill! I’m gonna jump out this window.” You want to rip your own scalp out. 

Harin stares unfazed, “It’s only three stories, you’ll hardly break a few bones.” You glare but solemnly nod in agreement. “So, what’s this guy’s deal again?”

“I SAW HIM!” you roar out. 

“Okay. Like we haven’t established that in the past two hours, girl. Whom did you see? An ex?”

That strikes another nerve, “NO! He’s not an ex. Infact he never dated me! HE.JUST.KISSED.AND.DASHED. UGH!” Your hands move, emphasizing. 

“Sounds like an asshole, should I ki-”

“No.Harin. We talked about this. No killing boys.” your friend sulks down on her bed. 

“What’s his name and where did you see him?”

“As I said, Han Dongmin and the record stoe near my childhood home.”

“There is no Han Dongmin that I know of. I doubt he goes to our college!” 

“Hm…”

“Infact, just forget about him.”

“Not after I threw a vinyl on his face and rushed out the store this morning!”

Harin whinses in return, “Poor guy.” You side eye her. “Not so poor guy!” 

You can only pray to the almighty that you don’t see him around again. You spent a good year not seeing him, you like to say to yourself. Feelings of distress and grief replace themselves as time goes on. Hurt turns to remorse and anger turns into melancholy. With the changing seasons and entering college, you decided to put your big-girl pants on and move on. 

Near the campus court yard, you and your friends chat on about recent drama as one does. You try to pay attention but the events of this morning weaver your thoughts away. 

“Are you even listening, Y/N?” one of your friends nudge your knee. 

“I am!”

“What did she say then?” You stare blankly before giving a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry… just have a lot going on in my mind right now.”

“Yeah, Harin told me about your kiss n’ dash boo.” You laugh at the nickname. 

“As i was saying, some new kids from Gwanju National University are transferring here. Mostly theatre, music and art kids.”

“Yeah! Ohemgee, did you see the ones in the band? I think they’re Junior years. So hot.”

Band? Since when did your school start caring about bands. 

“Y/N weren’t you super into bands in highschool?”

You sigh. “Yeah. Grew out of it. Not my thing anymore.” 

“Well it looks like it’s going to be again.” she wiggles her brows suggestively. 

You scowl confused. 

“Don’t look back but one of the guys from the band is standing there with his guitar and all and he’s been staring you down for the past 10 minutes. He just won’t stop looking!” 

“What?” You are ready to turn back but your other friend stops you. “Shush no!” 

“Isn’t that the Taesan guy?”

“Yeah I think so too, he’s the one the freshmen girls have been oogling over!” 

“WHAT!?” you stand up abruptly, your drink spilling down. You can feel other groups of people pause to stare at you. Your friends look at you with sheer confusion too. 

“Girl sit the fuck down, what’s up with you today.” Harin drags your arm down with her. 

“Did you just say… Taesan?” 

“Yeah… Han Taesan from GNU? Many music majors transferred here, including him. I’m surprised you don’t know this guy since he’s all everyone's talking about- him being so handsome and all.” 

You can’t believe your ears. 

With a shiver down your spine and a simple prayer to God that you hope it isn’t who you think it is, you turn down- craning your neck uncomfortably. There he is. 

Han Taesan. As everyone calls him here. Girls flocked near him, not daring to go too close but still close enough to ogle at him. He was only a few days here and already had a “fan club” established, much unbeknownst to him. 

He still wears those baggy clothes and that headphone swung around his neck. 

His hair is black again. You frown. He takes a step back when he notices you looking back at him. Sighing for the nth time that day, you drop your bags- not caring about your spilled drink or your surrounding peers. You don’t want to see him- just the mere thought of him brings you back to that day. The warmth, the kiss, the songs and how he just didn’t come back. 

You spent all these months mending the wound only for his presence to rip the bandaid open! You turn back, rushing down the stairs at the same speed you used to run to the

record store. 

“Y/N- W-where’ya going?”

“Just- I don’t wanna be here.”

“Is it because of Taesan?” 

You cringe. “That’s not even his name!”

Behind you, you feel foot steps approaching in a quick pace, slight huffing, and then a thud of something heavy falling. You eye the body of the guitar from your peripheral that was on the ground now. 

“Will you please stop ignoring me, Y/N?” a voice pleads from behind you. A voice you know all too well. Your eyes scattered, seeing a crowd form around you. You can hear the freshmen whisper, and the seniors look worried. A snap from a phone shakes you back as you face him angrily. Someone took a picture. 

“Listen, seeing you today morning was enough. Can you leave me alone? I don’t like this, okay? Not after what you did.” this part hits him deep. 

“Y/N- no-please- I- just hear me out once. Let me confide in you one last time.”

“...”

“Then I’ll go. I won’t bother you!” You feel foreign moisture swell up in your eyes, looking at Dongmin’s state. The same Dongmin who didn’t ever bother correcting people about him or what others thought about him. The same man now stood like a boy with desperate round eyes pleaded before you. 

“She played him… didn’t she?” a whisper emerges from the crowd around you two. 

“Yeah she always thought she’s better than everyone else anyway!” another anonymous voice spoke. You couldn’t tell who it was, the cluster of people hiding them away. The voices continued to rise, many voicing their opinions on a matter that did not even concern them. 

You could almost feel the teardrop fall down, you wanted to hold it in. 

“Fuck- Dongmin? See what you’ve done? Now I’m the next rumour…!” you yell at him. He looks even more dejected. 

“Dongmin? Who’s Dongmin…? 

“Y/N’s probably got a nickname for the new guy or something..”

“Was she always such a slut, though?” 

“Enough! You guys are crazy. I will not stand for someone treating Y/N like that.” His eyes grew darker. “Who do you even think you are?” he stares down at a particular girl in the crowd that you don’t know. 

Without wasting another second, he grabs your hand, pitifully dragging you away. Gasps emerge, yet you only look down, right where both hands meet. His fingers interlock with yours. 

He comes to an abrupt stop, cornering you in the area under a flight of stairs. 

“I was scared. Please. I was so scared. I had never been so vulnerable a-and when I kissed you back then, Y/N I swear I felt so crazy. My hands were going to burst- you made me feel so special. Then my dad called and he found out I wanted to pursue music- it was a mess… I couldn’t handle you breaking my heart too I just left and I’m so so sorry I left you I-”

You crash your lips onto his, whincing when it lands on his teeth instead, but you don't budge- you still press on. He deepens the kiss and closes his eyes. A teardrop falls and melts onto your cheek. You get deja vu. After a few seconds, he gently angles out of it, chest heaving. You look at him puzzled. “Just one sec” 

He reaches into his pocket to take out a cassette tape, it looked like it was straight out of the 90’s, a thin wired headphone attached to it. “Pfft. Where did you even get that thing?” 

You take the cassette in your hands, the date March 31st, 2024 scribbled on it with a sharpie. 

“I was gonna give it to you that day.”

He places the vintage-looking headphones over your head. You listen curiously as the tape starts playing. The lyrics have you smiling from ear to ear. 

 How pathetic

Yeah, I've got it bad

It's not like tomorrow I'll wake up as a brand new person

And to use my memories

To write another song

I just hate it more than dying

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a/n: UNEDITED BECAUSE I LIVE LIFE ON THE EDGE

okay im not a onedoor so this might be ass I'm sorry LMAO hope the taesan lovers like it

#oneurmaniloveyouaisheiterusaranghae

[dreaminofdixon]

Four.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the side of the truck, trying to think of all the times I had been too cold for comfort with the AC cranked up. Those were the days. The water in my bottle was nearly hot enough to brew coffee, and that wasn’t helping my misery. Sweat was pouring down my face, and I could feel it sticking to the fabric of my tank top. The material clung to me in the most uncomfortable way possible, and when I tried to adjust it, the fabric refused. 

I glanced at Daryl. How? How was he sitting there, so calm, legs crossed at the ankles, his hands resting on the crossbow across his lap, eyes half-closed? Was he human? Or was he just a machine designed to withstand the heat and inconvenience of everything?

Clearly, I was not cut out for this version of the world. I needed luxuries - fans, air conditioning, comfortable beds... hot showers. All the good stuff.

The ride felt like it lasted forever, and when the door finally rolled up and fresh air flooded in, I was practically weeping with joy. The heat and the humidity had been suffocating. But the slightest breeze was like heaven sent from the apocalypse gods.

We all gathered at the front door of the store, which still seemed intact. It was rare to find a place that hadn’t been ransacked, had the windows smashed, and doors kicked open. I cupped my hand over my eyes, trying to spot any movement through the glass. Rick tapped on the door with the barrel of his gun, loud enough to draw attention inside but not enough to draw anything outside.

“See anything?” Glenn asked quietly.

I shook my head, stepping back. “Nah. Doesn’t mean there’s nothing in there, though.”

Rick broke the glass door with the butt of his gun, and soon we were inside.

“Okay, everyone keep quiet and be careful. Meet back here in ten minutes.”

I nodded and headed straight for the aisles nobody thought about - hygiene.

Because really, it’s one thing to live with myself when I stink, but living with others? Still working on that. I grabbed several sticks of deodorant, then moved to the women’s products. Pads and tampons - necessary. But do the men ever think about this stuff? No. I grabbed as many boxes as I could fit into my backpack and zipped it up before tossing it on my back and moving down the aisle.

Rounding a corner, I gasped as a walker came at me. The smell of rotting flesh hit me first, then its dead eyes locked on me, hungry. Add in the fact that it was trying to bite me, and yeah…freaking terrifying. I stepped back, only to have another walker appear behind me.

Damn it!

I reached for the knife secured at my side with my right hand while the left held one of them off. I fell backward into the shelf, hitting my head hard enough to see stars, losing the grip on my knife. The sheer panic in the moment dumped adrenaline through my body and I held them off while reaching for my knife. This is not how I’m going down, with a load of deodorant and feminine hygiene products on my back. I glanced to the side and found the knife, gripping it tightly and swinging it with all of my might at the head of the being that was on top of me. 

The second one grabbed at my feet. I kicked it off, fighting to get free from the first.

“Get the hell off me!” I said through gritted teeth, finally pushing the walker off and scrambling to sit up just in time to see Daryl approach at a determined pace.

He gripped the walker by the shoulders and threw it away, then shoved his knife into its eye. Silence followed, only broken by my heavy breathing. His eyes found me.

“You bit?”

I shook my head, taking his outstretched hand and pulling myself up.

“No,” I answered, reaching for the back of my head where I was sure a lump was forming.

“You hit your head?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.” I pulled my hair down from the messy bun and winced when I felt the lump. “Eff.”

“Lemme see.”

“I’m fine.”

He rolled his eyes and gently grabbed my arm, turning me just enough to check the back of my head. I winced as he felt the lump.

“Ow,” I whined, swatting his hand away, instinctively protecting my head. “Don’t touch it!”

“Got a good lump goin’... bit of blood.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.” I pushed past him, grabbing my knife from the walker’s skull and wiping it off.

“Just… take it easy,” he said, glancing at the shelves and grabbing a box of Tylenol. “Take couple of these.”

I eyed him suspiciously.

“Are you a doctor now?”

“Or don’t. Whatever.” He dropped the box at my feet and turned to leave. “Just fuckin’ be careful.”

I watched him go, shaking my head.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “For helping me.”

He grunted in response before disappearing around the aisle.

With a roll of my eyes and a sigh, I bent down to grab the Tylenol and popped a couple in my mouth, taking a sip from my water bottle. I squeezed my eyes shut, the headache starting to set in stronger.

I rolled my neck, trying to tell myself it wasn’t that bad. Time to get serious. Pull your shit together. I opened my backpack again, sweeping extra bottles of painkillers into it.

Before too long, we were back in the truck, and I braced myself for the hot box ride home. The engine started, and I set my bag to the side, trying to make myself comfortable. Maybe if I closed my eyes, I could sleep off the headache.

“Gotta stay awake,” Daryl said, his voice gruff.

I sighed, frustrated. "Why?"

“Mighta got a concussion.”

I glared at him. “Fine.”

My fingers got tangled in my hair as I tried to fix it. It hadn’t been washed properly since I left my condo - running water wasn’t exactly a luxury we had anymore, and washing my hair in the quarry pond wasn’t doing much. I pulled it back into a messy bun but froze when I heard his voice.

“Looks good down.”

I glanced over at him, unsure if I’d heard that right.

“Really?”

He shrugged, his gaze quickly turning away.

I bit my bottom lip, a grin threatening to form. My fingers worked through my hair, smoothing it out. Was that a compliment? Pretty sure that was a compliment.

***

A little glimpse of something. :)

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[selfcontrolskey]

“You’re an asshole”

❗️A little bit was my idea but the rest isn’t my idea❗️

nicholas leister x reader

Sorry for the povs switching so much and for how long this is 😅

( can we please get more fics about this man )

You're fighting your enemy in the training room. Nicolas, apparently the best underground fighter ever according to lion.

As I step forward to hit him he quickly steps back. He's fast, l'II give him that.

I hit him again this time not giving him time to step back. He softly chuckles and touches his jaw where I hit him.

"Not bad"

I quickly regain my position in order to strike again. But this time he’s the faster one. He blocks my hit and knees me in the stomach.

I slightly stumble backwards.

That son of a bitch he knew it was bruised from my previous fight. He strikes again this time aiming for my face.

I duck just in time. “Is that all you’ve got?” I ask teasingly. I strike forward but he blocks my hit and turns me around so my back is against his chest.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He says in a mocking tone.

I chuckle. “oh no, I still have something just for you.” I lift my leg and hit him right in his area before he could react.

He lets go of me and stumbles backwards.

“Got you again.” I smile proudly.

Nick’s pov:

“Is that all you got?” I ask using the same words she did. A little laugh escapes from her mouth. her head touching my chin in the meanwhile.

“Oh no. I still have something special just for you.” Before I can figure out what that means I feel a stinging pain near my dick.

I let her go and stumble backwards.

After a few seconds I stand straight ignoring the throbbing pain.

“Aw I’m sorry did that hurt?” A little smirk appears on her face.

I’m gonna kill her.

Her smirk disappears into something more serious. I regain my position and get ready to defend myself.

She quickly moves and slides her legs under mine. I step back just in time.

This time I step forward and kick her in the leg making her loss balance. With that she falls to the ground, right on her back.

I can hear her trying to catch her breath. “I’m sorry did that hurt?” She slowly moves her head and I can see she’s getting angrier by the second. I like it when she’s angry.

She slowly stands up and gets ready for another round. She’s a tough one. I’ll give her that.

I shake my head and chuckle.

“What? Afraid to lose?” She says.

“Like hell I am.” I say getting my hands ready to fight.

“Good” She responds getting ready as well.

Suddenly she looks to the left catching my attention. What the hell is she looking at? As I turn my head I’m welcomed with a fist to my face.

I stumble backwards but mange to remain my balance.

“Oh. So that’s how we’re playing now huh?”

I slowly wipe away the blood from my lips and look straight at her. She’s enjoying this.

"What, didn't expect that from a girl?" She says wiping the blood from her knuckles.

I give her a small smile and attack. My left fist first which she blocks. Then my right one, hitting her jaw. She quickly recovers and tries to knee me in the stomach. I grab her knee right before it reaches me.

"Not this time" Panick flashes her eyes so quickly I might think I imagined it. I push her back and slide my foot under her standing leg.

She falls but takes me down with her. Now I'm on top of her pinning her wrists down. Heavy breathing coming from both of us.

"Ready to give up?"

your pov:

Now he's on top of me and pinning my wrists. Heavy breathing coming from both of us.

"Ready to give up yet?” He asks with that stupid smirk of his. I slowly move my head forwards. I can feel his his breath on my lips.

"You know what. I actually like this position" I say seductively.

"Oh come on, you should know you can't play the same game two times"

"What if l'm not playing?" I breath out.

His eyes piercing through mine. "Forgive me for not really trusting your word" He whispers in my ears.

I quietly chuckle. “Good decision" I quickly move and pin him to the ground. Sitting on his lap, this time me pinning him down. I slightly move forward making him groan.

"What? Cat got your tongue?” He quickly glances at me and I can see desire and anger build behind his eyes. "You know what, l'll give you one more chance."

"One last round" I pat his chest and get ready to get up. Two hands suddenly pull me back down. His hands on my waist preventing me from getting up again. "Don't"

Confusion and realisation hit me at the same time. "Aw you don't have a crush on me do you?" I say leaning forward.

His hands tighten around my waist. "Don't move.”

nick’s pov:

She quickly moves and get's on top of me.

Oh fuck.

I slightly groan causing her to look at me. She slowly leans forward and an intense feeling goes right trough my body.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

No, you just made me hard..

I close my eyes trying to focus on anything else but her sitting on my fucking lap.

"You know what?" She responds "I'll give you one more chance" I quickly open my eyes and see that she's sincere.

"One. Last. Round" She says holding up a finger. She patts my chest and get's ready to stand up. No fucking way she is getting up now.

I grab her by the waist and pull her back down. Another sensation strikes right trough my body. fuck, I'm hard. She softly yelp’s and looks confusing at me.

But not for long, her brain quickly catches up and knows what is happening. Her eyes suddenly fill with pleasure. "You don't have a crush on me do you?"

She leans forward and I cant help but tighten my hands around her small waist. "Don't move” I breath out.

Fuck, this feels good.

"Think of my mom" she says out of the blue. Did she just say what I think she did?

"What the hell."

"What? You want me to turn you on?"

“Not fucking help.”

your pov:

"Think of my mom" I suddenly blurt out.

He quickly glances at me with a "wtf" look. "What the hell.” He says.

“What?” I ask offended. “You want me to turn you on?"

“Not fucking helping.” he says closing his eyes again.

"Okay, just give me a second to think"

He slightly groans.

“Yeah, sure. Please take your time.” I ignore his comment and think.

Okay, this might work.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He suddenly opens his eyes and looks at me. “Why, you interested?"

At that I laugh. "Oh please"

His eyes slightly darken and something moves in my stomach.

“Just answer it"

"You think you'd be straddling my lap if I had one?”

"I'm not straddling your lap, I am simply just sitting on it" I say with confidence.

"It's your fault I have to sit on it anyway, so hurry and make it disappear."

"It's not a toy you know, you can't just fucking control it.”

"Fine, just hurry"

He sotfly laughs and shakes his head. A few moments pass and he looks more relaxed.

"You ready?" I ask so we can finally fight again.

"No, just give me a few more seconds."

I see a small smirk form on his stupid face.

oh this bitch.

“You’re nasty.” I say hitting his chest. I quickly get up and hear him laughing still on the floor.

"You can forget that last round" I say walking out of the training area.

"Why? Because you can't beat me?" As I turn around I can see he's standing again.

"Cmon just say it." He says walking closer to me.

“Say what? That you're an asshole? Gladly." He takes one step forward making him even closer to me. I slowly lift my eyes to meet his.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

"That I'm better than you" I softly snort at that. He has some serious ego issues.

"Fine, just come a bit closer."

He slowly grins and steps closer.

I put my hands on his chest and stand on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

"You're."

I wait a second before continuing.

"an asshole."

I put my leg behind his and push him backwards.

He lands with a loud thud.

“Oops.”

"Did you want me to say something else?"

He looks at me and anger fills his eyes.

"I'm gonna kill you"

"Good luck trying"

I give him a wink and leave the training facility.

Nick’s pov:

Before I can realise what she is doing I land with a loud thud on the floor.

"Oops" she says looking extra innocently. "Did you want me to say something else?"

I glance up at her, pure anger filling me once again. This woman is gonna fucking mess me up.

"I'm gonna kill you" I say with gritted teeth.

She softly grins and gives me a wink. "Good luck trying.” Then she turns around and leaves me, her ass swaying slightly with every step.

Fuck.

SORRY ABOUT THE POV CHANGING SO MUCH 😭

and yes I used the ‘cat got your tongue’ thing again. Bite me. But I hope you enjoyed !

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

While I'm on a kick of being really open about my sexuality, lets just start throwing shit out there and seeing how people interact with it

People who have followed me from the beginning will know that most of my partners get some quippy little nickname assigned to them in place of a name for the internet, and I want to name that this actually DOESN'T come from where might think (or rather it's still infosec, but it goes beyond "don't post the actual names of people you fuck online"

In the scene I have most cultural context for, people often came to group play sessions with an alias (I have one too lol, and it's the only name I ever introduce myself to partners as, mine has been static for going on a decade now). You would introduce yourselves to playmates under your alias, and often you would continue to use it as a marker of in-scene vs out-scene topics of conversation (e.g. sometimes people will talk about their aliases in third person as a whole entity with their own motivation, life, and power, my mom used to talk about "her friend [redacted 1]" if she ever needed to be able to reference a thing without naming explicitly that she and [redacted 1] were the same person, and there are friends of hers who still call her exclusively by that name in private because they have loved each other for going on 50 years now and [redacted 1] is still their partner and love even if mom isn't and vice versa).

So for example, on here, I will refer to any metamours by the plural-inclusive term The Metamour with very little discussion of which one or how many there are or whatever. But in person, I call one metamour [redacted 2] and another metamour [redacted 3] because they were introduced to me by their aliases first, and I genuinely DID NOT KNOW THEY'RE ACTUAL NAMES until after we had become real friends lol.

Anyway, Youtube Boy doesn't know that his nickname here is Youtube Boy, and that's not his alias in scene, nor his actual name, but critically these terms allow me to side step early uncertainties around terms like "boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate/etc" which may imply a degree of romantic entanglement I'm genuinely uncomfortable with. On occasion during this round of posting, I have gone "well it's CLEARER tho" and tried to type out "my boyfriend" about one of my current partners (partner does not carry this same issue for me, as I have always carried dual connotations of Romantic Oartner and Play Partner, so I feel no discomfort/cognitive dissonance with it's implications) and every time I do it I physically cringe away from the screen and delete it. Maybe he wouldn't feel the same way, and hell maybe I won't forever either! But I have almost never been willing to use a word like boyfriend without fairly explicit conversations about commitment, meaning to each other, and boundaries that just don't come up all the time in play partnerships for me you know?

Anyway, what I'm saying here is that sometimes the point of being a slut is to get to be every iteration of yourself that you love being independently from each other in a space that adequately facilitates that iteration of you. I like the people I play with to each get absolutely all of me that is available to them, and I **LIKE** that this often means I get to spend time as different important aspects of self, wholly and without self-doubt or minimization.

And hell, sometimes I even name the iteratioms and let them become something bigger than just a "version of me" and that can be fun too.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 80: Dedication

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

*Warning: Refers to intimacy, nudity, and typical honeymoon routines but NO outright smut

It’s well past midnight by the time the reception wraps up… Or at least when I call it quits. I cannot dance any longer or else I’m going to collapse! Thankfully Ada volunteers to dismiss everyone while Thomas carries me to the car.

“Go have fun you two!” The Shelby zuster calls. “Go easy on her, Tommy!”

“We’ll take care of Dílis!” Conor calls, holding the hond back as he tries to follow us.

Oof!

Thomas almost literally tosses me into the passenger seat. Before I can catch my breath he’s already speeding out of town. The day’s festivities have left his hair messy and his suit ruffled, but in my opinion he’s never looked more handsome. Should I ask how long the drive will be? Should I make light conversation? He doesn’t look as tired as I am. He looks… determined. He really has been holding off these past few hours.

“Thomas? Hon? Oh- Wait.” I cut myself off and start fidgeting with the lace on my dress. “What terms of endearment do you prefer…?”

My husband (Wow, that still feels strange to think) reaches across for my hand all while keeping his sharp eyes on the road.

“You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart. I assume you’d tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable?”

I let out a breath of relief. “Yes, I will tell you, liefje.”

The man’s breath hitches at the pet name but doesn’t give a verbal response. We continue the drive in silence and in twenty minutes we’re turning down a gravel road. Up ahead in the dark I vaguely make out a dimly-lit cottage. It’s a simple brick one, and across the moonlit yard I can see a bridge built over a river. This is perfect!

Thomas parks the car and before he can get out I reach over to hold him back. “I have to know. What would you have done if I’d refused you?”

He doesn't look over and keeps his eyes trained on the wheel. “I would have forced myself to watch you marry someone else, just as you had to.”

He’s hiding something. He knows something.

“You found out about the paper trail,” I clarify softly. It’s not a question. “About the financial conditions of our marriage. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because this-” Thomas holds up his left hand and points to the wedding band. “Is well worth your family’s threats. I made a promise today to be loyal to you and I am keeping that promise. Although, I must say when your uncle first told me, I was surprised to think that someone like you would slither in something like that. Little minx.” He pulls my hand closer and places a soft kiss on my knuckle.  "If that means having you as my wife then it’s a sacrifice I am willing to make.”

Good. So there are no objections.

He steps out and rounds the car, opens the door and scoops me up. Without a word he begins walking me up the front steps. His hands squeeze me tighter as he carries me into the cottage. The place itself is a cozy-looking building with a stone fireplace, brown sofas, and a bearskin rug. But Thomas doesn’t stop here. 

He keeps walking towards a back door and nudges it open with his foot. This is a dimly-lit bedroom, outfitted with a king bed with a plush bedspread. A handful of roses is scattered over it.

“Oh!”

I let out a cry when Thomas tosses me onto the mattress. He does quick work to shed his jacket and kick off his shoes. He begins unbuttoning his dress shirt and my heart beats even faster when I see his toned chest. Since I’m awkwardly sprawled on the bed my first reaction is to smile teasingly, but I’m overcome with deeper feelings when the blue-eyed man sinks onto the mattress next to me. Thomas searches me for any hesitation and when he finds none he reaches both hands out to caress my arms. When Thomas reaches my sleeves he begins tugging on the fabric, threatening to rip it.

“Thomas!” I gasp. “Do you know how much this cost?”

“I’ll buy you another,” he replies smoothly and nuzzles my neck. “I need you. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“At least let me take the dress off and you can rip off my chemise. It’s my wedding dress and I will be saving it.”

Even on my wedding night I’m orderly. Thomas does comply, sitting back and watching as I slip off the lacey white gown. When the garment is removed I hear him let out a moan. I look back up and see Thomas all but pining for me. Although I am not completely bare yet, he’s eyeing my pale skin as if he just discovered the Holy Grail. 

“There,” I declare as I finish setting the dress aside. “Go ahead, tiger.”

Thomas urges forward and latches his lips onto my neck, trailing kisses down towards my chest. His hands feel around to caress my back. My body immediately reacts and my arms snake up to hold his head lovingly. Thomas moans again and presses me closer. It’s no secret that his body is just as excited. Those abs I feel are nowhere near as hard as other parts of his anatomy.

I feel him stop kissing me and notice he’s eyeing the dark birthmark on the left of my chest.

“I know, I know,” I criticize lightly. “Physically imperfect.”

But Thomas doesn’t see a reason to complain. If anything he gives the coloring on my ghostly skin even more affection.

“My life’s always been asymmetrical, Verena. Every inch of you is perfection. You’re so gorgeous…” He trails his calloused hands down and holds them against my hips. “Are you ready?”

Am I ready? This will be the final confirmation. My life will be dedicated to this. Deep down, my faith has prepared me for this. I am new to it but Thomas understands. I trust he will never hurt me. 

I reach up to cup his face and give him a soft kiss. “Yes. All I ask is that you start slow.”

Something clicks in Thomas’ head and his gaze softens. “Verena… You’re still a virgin?”

He doesn’t say it in a way to be embarrassing. There is no reason to be embarrassed. Instead he looks at me with a gaze that makes me feel treasured above anyone else.

“A woman of God knows temptation but rejects it. I believe sex is a gift for marriage so I never seeked satisfaction. That, and my familie would have killed me for it.”

Thomas steals my lips for a deep kiss. “You waited for me all these years…”

A small hum escapes me and I nuzzle against his shoulder. “I told you I made sacrifices.”

He lets out a strangled noise and runs his hands over my exposed back. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Maybe not. But now I am your wife.” I take his hand and guide it to where the chemise is still covering my chest. “Please.”

There’s no need for elaboration. He gets the message loud and clear, tearing the fabric away. He doesn’t even flinch when he sees the jagged scar on my torso. Let the honeymoon begin.

The most vital lesson I’ve come to learn is that our lives take a heavy toll on our hearts, whether it be from overjoyed passion or devastating heartbreak. After watching Thomas’ life being filled with fleeting moments of love I realize even more that any moment could be our last. We must be gentle with each breath, each soft touch. We see together, you and I. We’re a team now. Handling a relationship is like riding a horse. It takes cooperation. 

Throughout this night with Thomas I am exposed to a different kind of riding. Every second feels like Heaven. Each tender moment dilates my senses and I feel ourselves become one with each other. Who knew you could be so kind? Right now the man lying beside me is not the fearsome Peaky Blinder gangster. It’s Thomas, the man who drinks whiskey, dabbles in poetry, and has a liking for being kissed on the cheek. In the aftermath of it all my body is exhausted from the day’s events and the, ahem, physical activities. In my dazed state before slipping into dreamland I feel Thomas reach across for my hand…

Birds are singing. Very loudly. The noise alerts me to the surrounding countryside. It must be morning. The warm sheets are twisted around my legs- my bare legs. As I lay flat on my chest I sense that I am still completely naked. There is also another leg wrapped over my waist. Now I remember who else is with me in bed and why the extra dip in the mattress feels so different.

I carefully move the mob of hair away from my face and turn my head to look at Thomas. For once he is still sleeping. Such a pretty sight. No lying awake worrying about business or fights. Only a tired husband who’s snuggled next to his wife. The gleam of the rising sun’s light reflecting off wedding ring on my finger only makes me smile wider.

Sadly the growing light is also causing Thomas to stir. His eyes flutter a few times and adjust, locking onto mine. He grows a small smile and takes a deep breath, his weight causing me to sink further into the mattress and closer to him.

“Good morning, Verena,” he murmurs sleepily and slinks an arm over my shoulders. 

“Good morning, dear husband.” I smile and press my head against his warm chest, tracing my fingers along his tattoos. “You look so peaceful when you're sleeping.”

He smirks and presses a few kisses down my neck. “I could say the same thing about you, love. Last night you looked just like an angel, lying there next to me.”

Yes, that was quite a night. But the other thing that I’m noticing is the lack of anxiety.

“Do you know that feeling when you’re always on edge? Like something’s about to happen and you have to keep your finger on the trigger?”

“Yeah.”

Thomas continues to run his hands over me as I explain. “I was feeling it since you called over the phone. But not anymore. I think we can rest now.”

“Yes, we can. And make up for lost time.” His blue eyes spark and he uses his leg to pull me next to him, eyeing me with desire. “So sexy.”

I let out a chuckle and start turning away despite him trying to pull me back into bed. “Yes, but we can resume that after some breakfast. Just wait here a bit and I will be right back- oh!”

Thomas snatches my wrist and pulls me back for another kiss. “What if I made you breakfast for a change?”

“As much as I appreciate the gesture, I think it’s my job to cook our first meal together in order to pay you back for last night.” I give him a cheeky grin and pat his arms. “You can cook next time.”

I slip away and don’t even bother to look for proper clothes, knowing that they'll be discarded later anyway. Instead I choose to grab a wool robe to protect against the morning chill. In the corner of my eye Thomas does a poor job of hiding his lingering gaze on my figure. Before I exit he calls out again:

“Ten minutes tops, then you come straight back. Or else I’m coming out and fucking you against the kitchen table.”

My cheeks flush deep red and I creep out into the hall before he can see. What if I waited long enough to tempt that promise? No, no. This is the first morning of my honeymoon and I am going to make a proper breakfast for my husband. After all, we’ll need our strength for what’s to come. I know I'll have to get used to this routine. Thomas is going to be demanding for intimacy, especially now that the marriage is official.

Thankfully the kitchen is easy to navigate. Thomas must have prepared in advance because it’s fully stocked. I make haste to find some eggs and get to cooking some omelets. Cheese, pepper, kissing- No! Stop thinking about that! Lord, I spend one night with my husband and I turn into a mindless bimbo! 

A few more minutes go by and I’m almost done-

“2-minute warning, love!” Thomas taunts from down the hall. 

“Patience is a virtue,” I call back. Where are the plates-?!

“There is no patience left!”

In the distance I hear the floorboards creak and my body tenses in anticipation. In a fleeting moment of panic I fold the eggs into a bowl and rush back to the bedroom door, bursting in just as Thomas is reaching for the doorknob. But instead of finding the doorknob his hand lands on my arm. With a devilish smirk, Thomas leads me back to the bed and takes the bowl from my hands.

“Looks good, love.” He sets the eggs down and pushes my hips down onto the mattress. “But you look even better, my lovely wife.”

I slink backwards until I’m pressed against the headboard, eying Thomas with delightful eagerness. He crawls towards me, spreading his arms out to trap me. 

The distraction that pulls my gaze away is the sun gleaming off of his gun lying on the bedside table. No, I have no problem at all with him keeping weapons close by. After what we’ve each gone through I fully welcome it. What keeps me thinking is the violence that sticks with it. I did expect this, after all.

“I promise I will start to put all of that aside.” Thomas’ voice snaps me back. 

He must have seen me looking. I smile softly and bring my hands up to cup his sculptured face.

“But you can’t. The Peaky Blinders, this empire you’ve made… You are the beating heart of the cause. You're dedicated to it, and you cannot stop until something stops the beating of your own heart.” I lean in to press a tender kiss to Thomas’ forehead as he listens. “I won’t fight it. Even though it still makes me worry for you constantly. Being a Peaky Blinder gives you a form of excitement and fulfillment I could never give you. If this makes you happy, it will make me happy too.”

A low moan escapes Thomas’ lips and he sinks down to press his head against my chest, still keeping his full weight raised above me.

“I don’t fucking deserve you, Verena…”

A distant, dark part of me wants to think he’s right. What if Polly’s prediction is wrong? This does seem too good to be true… But there’s no going back. We’ve declared vows to stand by each other no matter what. Thomas might have married previous women because of unsuspected pregnancies but not this time. He made those vows to me for no other motive other than the fact that he does love me, even though he knew I would take control of his money. As for me, I am no longer able to pass as a typical woman. I am an associate of the Peaky Blinders. I am Thomas’ wife, so this is where I will build my legacy.

"All I ask is that you put your connections with the Nazi party to an end and begin underground networks for immigrants. As for your own persona, you have more than enough authority to pull strings without killing people. I will do my part of standing at your side as your wife, even if it's out of the limelight. We’re both unusual, Thomas,” I affirm soothingly.

“No.” He reaches up to run his fingers along my collar bone. “You are a perfect angel.”

I quirk a brow at him. “Oh really? I spent fourteen years of my life yearning for the same man. As Einstein says, ‘The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.’”

Thomas resumes his cocky attitude and drags his hands down my body. “I want to focus on now. I want to focus on my beautiful wife.”

A soft chuckle hides my remaining nerves. “Yes. And so will everyone else. ‘Third time’s a charm.’”

But he sees through my diversion. “Verena, I don’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. Your family and I both agree that keeping you out of the open is the best option, even though I truly want to present your brilliance to the world, as my wife. But they're right. It's to keep you safe. I’ve waited too long for this. Not Grace, not Lizzie. You. It’s always been you. And I want to give you everything you want. I know you’re not materialistic, so if it’s quality time or-”

“I want a baby,” I blurt out, causing him to freeze. These are my terms. “Children, and a place to raise them. Those are my demands. I know you’re not a complete familie man, but if they could see their vader once or twice a day-”

“Yes.”

My words become a blubbering mess as I take in Thomas’ quick answer. “Yes?”

“I'm glad you like this house, because it's yours," Thomas smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. "I bought it to hide you away from any more violence. I can't think of anything else that would make me happier than coming home to you and our kids. How many do you want?” My husband coaxes avidly and begins pulling me closer with a new-found hunger in his eyes. “You will be a wonderful mother. And I promised your mother more grandchildren.”

His wide smile replaces my anxiousness with adoration. My skin comes alive under his touch and I finally feel myself beginning to relax. 

“Then we best kick it into high gear, hm?” I challenge.

Thomas bucks against me, no longer restraining himself. He squeezes my hand once more before pressing his weight onto me.

“God, I love you.”

I will fight to hear those words every day.

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