#the way i NEED to be tag-teamed by these two

[robinasnyder]

(I got really excited about this and got a little crazy about it. Forgive me.)

I feel like it goes something like this:

Jack and Janet arrive home to meet their new kid. Janet immediately drags Danny into a tight hug and calls him son, and tells him how happy she is that he's there.

Tim told them Danny was a meta whose parents hated metas and the Drakes were so happy to protect him from cps, his parents and Batman. They're also happy that Tim will have someone around to play with.

They stage the huge fight, and then Jack's mournful "confession", after he "finds out the truth". It's a big to do. The Drakes love it. They get to be super dramatic and Gotham eats up shit like that with a spoon. And then Janet and Jack get to play at trying to adjust. Meanwhile, Janet and Jack are very affectionate with their two sons and very protective.

Danny has fun the first time he "slips" and called Janet "mom" at a gala and her cold exterior breaks and she grabs him and hugs him and cries about how he's her baby. And yeah, Danny totally gets why the Drakes went along with this plan. It's fun!

And things are great for like 3 years. Danny was there when Garzonas jumped, but how can they tell Batman? They can't *admit* to Danny being Jason's constant invisible protector for the past 3 years without Batman finding out about a *lot* of stuff. Then Jason gets benched and won't be going out, and CW's bugging Danny to help him with a thing, and it seems like a good time for Danny to be gone.

Jason Todd leaves for Ethiopia and doesn't come back alive.

Both Danny and Tim are inconsolable. Bruce Wayne even more so. The boys follow him around, silent and/or invisible, with Danny now Tim's full-time protector. Danny and Tim have to tag team stopping Batman and saving lives a few times before Tim cracks and goes to get Dick.

And well, then Tim is Robin and Danny's like, pissed bc Tim didn’t discuss it with him, but in no way surprised. So now Danny's *really* got a full-time job as the Tim protector.

Then Janet dies, and Jack's hurt and in a coma. Tim and Danny move in with Batman. Danny's nearly an adult, but Tim isn't, and Danny can see how much Tim values being around Bruce now. So Danny does everything in his power to not get discovered while still protecting Tim.

It's a relief when Jack wakes and they go back to Drake Manor. Less of a relief when Jack figures out about Robin, because then Danny has to tell Jack *everything* about his own life. About his own time as a hero, about the government and his parents trying to capture and experiment on him, about Tim finding him and proposing he protect Jason, about not being there because his asshole time mentor called him away. About him and Tim following Batman, and Danny following Tim, about the way he struggled to not get found out while living with the fucking Batman for months. About Tim and Danny's deal that Tim doesn't go out without him.

Jack doesn't love the idea, but Danny has always saved Tim and Jason as long as he was there. He's crushed that both his kids have suffered like that, and be promises to be there now. He doesn't stop Tim and Danny, but he makes certain he knows where they are.

The only other people who know about Danny are Tim's friends in YJ. They know exactly who Danny is. YJ is good at keeping secrets, and Greta is so-so-so happy to have another ghost hero to be with. They even introduce Greta to Jack, in case something happens with the GIW and she needs a place to hide.

Anyway, let's just say that when a certain Red Hood comes to the Tower, Danny's already there. Frost is coming out of his mouth and Danny recognizes partially dead before the lights even go out.

Hood gets a few hits on Tim before Danny body slams into Jason. And then the real fight is on. Hood's latent ghost abilities start to show up as he and Danny are fighting, especially once Tim starts helping Danny fight. Tim's never seen anyone who could hurt his big brother before.

It takes a little while to subdue Jason enough, since he's extremely pissed and emotional. But that also means he rips his helmet off to reveal who he is and Tim's so relieved he nearly cries. He knows ghosts emotions can get all mixed up, and they're more potent and Jason’s appearantly half-dead and doesn't even know he has powers. But Jason's alive again. And yeah, he and Danny failed, but not entirely.

Danny's effected too. Jason's suddenly got two strange teenagers hugging him after kicking his ass to a greater or lesser degree (he roughed them up real bad too, fair's fair). But they're like babbling about how relieved they are that he's back. And Jason's like? Well, he's confused. But confusion becomes his primary emotion and breaks the anger. And then he's like, well, he's not chill, exactly, but able to listen.

And he gets this run down about Tim having gotten someone to follow Jason around to protect him, and them failing because it never occured to them that Jason would run off to another country, and Danny had gotten called away by another ghost. And they appearantly knew what happened with Garzonas. But they'd never cleared his name because that would involve telling Batman that Danny exists and Danny (and now Jason) are illegal.

And Jason like... god, he wants his revenge so bad. And more than that, he wants Bruce to prove he loves him. But also, he wants to clear his name. Some part of him really, really wants Bruce to see he was totally innocent before. Like it'll make the tragedy worse.

But they can't do that until Tim and Danny admit what's going on, and Jason knows they won't if he doesn't go with them.

Anyway, after a round of medical care, Jason’s got them by their collars and drags them through the zeta to the Batcave and Batman who is entirely flatfooted.

Cause hey, his son's alive, but never mind that, his son and his other son's older brother are illegal because they're dead. And also, Tim and Danny have been helping them for ages, and Danny saw Garzonas jump, and Jason is busy being smug about that. And oh yeah, Jason is Red Hood.

And Tim's dad knows about his and Tim's secret vigilantism and Tim never told Bruce at all, because, in his words "we got that sorted out already".

Bruce has a head ache and a lot of ethical debates he has to suffer through. But he does manage to get a hug in for Jason before his son wriggles away and makes his escape. And then Bruce is faced with Tim and Danny and all their lies.

Jack Drake gets a call to come over so they can all have a discussion. Jack is livid that Tim's hurt, and even more livid that *Danny*'s hurt, because that isn't supposed to happen. It takes a bit to talk him down, and explain about Jason also being like Danny, so of course he can actually hurt Danny, and both Bruce and Jack get a very thorough run down on how ghosts actually work.

Both dads are sharing twin looks for horror when Tim and Danny get into a fraction of the stuff the government and Danny's parents tried to (or did) do to Danny. In that moment, both Jack and Bruce come to a silent agreement that getting that fixed is priority one.

Jack's scouring all possible historical sources to disprove the Fentons, and he's not even surprised when he ends up hosting half of JLD because you know, if it gets his son safe, then why not? Also, Jason Blood may be the most fascinating man alive, since he's immortal and Jack does get to pester him with questions and information.

Also, the faces that Constantine fellow and Danny make when Jason Blood transforms into Etrigan and Jack specifically acts blase and even shakes his big yellow hand is just too funny. Etrigan even says (in his own rhyming way) that he appreciates people who can bother Constantine. Jack considers it a win.

Meanwhile, Bruce has the JL working overtime to get everything handled legally, press-wise and scientifically. Jack and the JLD comes back with their own findings as well.

Danny thinks, overall, it's pretty anticlimactic. All they have to do is roll ghosts into the existing alien and meta protection acts. It isn't even that hard. And in terms of public opinion, it's easy enough to sway the public, simply by suggesting people's dead grandmas might be captured and experimented on by the government, and people get really angry real fast.

All this aside,

I'm also thinking of if Jack dies, just all of YJ being crushed. Jack adopting Anita's parents so she doesn't have to leave the team. Him leaving Drake Manor open for whichever YJ member needs a place to crash when life's hard. Also, potentially, him willing Drake Manor to the team so they can have another safe place to be. And other such thoughts I'm not going to fully spell out.

I know this was a "deranged Drakes" post, and I amuse myself heavily by imagining such. But I also got on a roll. 😅

Danny: WHERE AM I!?

Tim: My room.

Danny: HOW DID I GET HERE!?

Tim: I will admit that I may have kidnapped you, but it was for a really good reason

Danny: YOU WHAT?! YOU'RE LIKE SEVEN!

Tim: I'm actually nine, but I am small for my age, so I'll let that slide. I took you because I want to make a deal. You need a place to hide until you're eighteen, and I need someone who can protect Robin until he's eighteen. We can help each other out. I provide lodging, meals, and education should you like it, by day and you become my hero's bodyguard by night

Danny: WHAT?!

Tim: Do you always yell when talking or that your normal voice?

Danny: I...look kid I just need time to process. I mean the last thing I remember I was eating a free burrito that somone....handed to me....*gasp* You tampered my free food!?

Tim: Yes. It was quite easy, actually. I normally wouldn't have done it, but I need someone to protect Robin. Last night, he got hurt in the field, and Batman yelled at him. I'm worried they'll break apart soon if it happens again. I will not survive the Dynamic Duo falling out.

Danny: I wont survive being thier protector either! Do you know what will happen to me once word gets around that Danny Fenton resurfaced to fight crime?

Tim: I suspect the parents you're running from will find you but not to fear. You'll be in disguise by night and by day. I can make you my Dad's illegitimate son with fake papertrail. Daniel Drake will have no connection to Danny Fenton or Poltergeist, the friendly ghost protector.

Danny: Oh, and your folks will be okay with that, I'm so sure. Every couple wants to find out the husband has an illegitimate son.

Tim: Yes, they are totally fine with it! I asked for permission from them last night. Mom is excited to dramatically welcome you into the house after she publicly confronts Dad about it. He wants to say he had you with a maid who he proposed to only to find out she had been stealing from the company and used him for his body and money. He said he always wanted to have a romantic scandal.

Danny: ......

Danny: You're an odd family

Tim: Thank you! So will you do it?

Danny: What the hell, why not. I'm tired of the streets anyway. People handed out drugged burritos there. It ain't safe.

Tim: *Squeal* Thank you, big brother! You're the bestest brother in the whole world.

Danny: Don't do that. It's creepy.

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redeemed | lando norris part 2

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lando: Two idiots, one friendship. What could go wrong?

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user1: THE WAY SHE'S SMILING??😭💖

user2: this friendship is the only thing holding me together rn

user3: lando calling it ‘friendship’ like we don’t all see the heart eyes👀

yourbestfriend: Two idiots is generous. I’d say one and a half

↪ lando: y/n is the one, right?

user4: what could go wrong? EVERYTHING, LANDO. EVERYTHING😭

user5: this is the type of bestie energy I want in my life

carlossainz55: I'd say more like two disasters

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yourusername: friends who match shoes together, stay together...or at least until he bullies me for something again🙃

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carlossainz55: so when do I get mine? team bonding, right?

user1: this is the kind of friendship I need in my life—matching shoes and endless bullying (by someone like lando)

user2: if my bestie doesn’t agree to matching shoes, are they even my bestie??

user3: lando and Y/N are literally two chaotic siblings who accidentally found each other

lando: excuse me?? I would NEVER bully you. I simply point out your many mistakes with love

↪ yourusername: see? bullying

↪ lando: it’s called character development

user4: the way they act like an old married couple but claim to be ‘just friends’ is sending me😭

user5: @ mclaren better start selling shoes with theri "ship" on because I need them rn

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yourusername: Another year of aggressively single and thriving but valentine's with my favorite people💗

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user1: Okay but why is her and Lando’s friendship actually goals? 😭

user2: Y/N looking gorgeous with her friends but let’s be real, we were all waiting for the Lando pic

best friend: you literally bullied Lando into getting you a proper Valentine’s gift. Queen behavior 👑

girlfriend2: the dinner was cute but let’s talk about the fact that you spent the day with Lando… again 👀

lando: I am an EXCELLENT Valentine, you don't need anything else

user4: the way they’re both aggressively single but only with each other 😭😭

user5: lando posting about her and now she posts about him?? Y’all… I’m connecting dots.👀

user6: "aggressively single” but she’s always with Lando?? Girl, be serious

user7: his fans deserve better than this forced friendship

user8: bro, let people have friends 💀

user9 I just KNOW his ex is somewhere rolling her eyes at this

user10: probably, but not our problem 🤭

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[jaikoyaki]

And the crowd is…cheering?

//Hogwarts AU//Danielle Marsh x Reader//Oneshot//

SYPNOSIS: Y/N, Slytherin’s ace, was finally learning to keep her cool. Until a Gryffindor Beater pushed too far. One broken nose and two well placed punches later, they’re dragged off the field, only to face something far worse—her girlfriend’s wrath.

WARNINGS: Violence, Minor Injury, language, probably poorly written( I CANNOT WRITE FOR SUNSHINE-TYPE PERSONALITIES AT ALLLL HUUUUUU), toxic ex, and...Dani has a m4le ex🤮🤮🤮

TAGS: Slytherin!Reader, Established Relationship, Hogwarts AU, Chaser!Reader, Headgirl!Danielle, Fem!Reader, hanni is a snitch smhh, can u guys tell i ran out of title ideas?, my first dani fic B)),

WORDCOUNT: 2.6k

I came back from the dead to post this rq

"And it’s another brutal clash between the two teams! Slytherin’s Chaser L/N slips through Gryffindor’s defenses—"

Your grip tightens around your broom as you sprint through the field, heart pounding against your ribs. The wind bites against your skin, but you barely notice it, you're too focused. Dodge, duck, push forward. The game is rough, but that’s nothing new.

You barely register the Gryffindor Beater playing dirty. A few hits? Whatever. That’s Quidditch.

At first, you brush it off.

Until it happens again.

An elbow, sharp, deliberate, rams into your ribs just as you reach for the Quaffle. You feel pain through your side, and you falter, nearly losing your grip mid-air.

"Oof—looks like Gryffindor’s playing a little aggressive today! Not sure the ref saw that one, but L/N manages to recover—"

"Watch it, Slytherin."

Your head snaps to the culprit.

A Gryffindor. Big. Fast. And playing way too dirty for it to be an accident.

He doesn’t even look at you and doesn’t acknowledge the cheap shot.

Your jaw tightens, but you bite back the anger. Let it go. You’re not about to lose your cool over some arrogant Gryffindor with an attitude problem.

You shake it off. Focus. You can take a hit.

But then he does it again.

And again.

Each blow is sharper. Harder. And a little too calculated.

What the hell is his problem?

The slow burn of irritation flares into something hotter. Still, you push through it, telling yourself it’s not worth it.

Until—

"Oops," he sneers, knocking you sideways mid-pass. You barely recover, your grip on your broom so tight your knuckles ache.

"oh!—L/N takes another hit, and—wow, are the refs gonna call that or...? No? Alright then!"

Your patience is actually hanging on by a thread.

The game pushes on, fierce as both teams scrape for every point. The pressure hums under your skin, but you hold it together. For now.

Finally, finally, the whistle blows.

Halftime.

You land hard on the grass, lungs burning as you suck in air. Your teammates cluster together for a huddle, but the words blur past you. You’re still trying to shake off the anger seeping under your skin.

And then you hear him.

"Bit off your game today, huh?"

You turn.

"Alright, we’re heading into halftime with Gryffindor leading, but Slytherin’s still in this! And—uh oh, looks like some... tense interactions down on the field?"

He’s standing there, smirking, arms crossed like a jackass.

You exhale slowly through your nose. Not worth it.

You roll your shoulders and turn to walk away. Let him talk.

But he doesn’t stop.

"Maybe Slytherin’s ace is just getting weak." He tilts his head, voice dripping with mockery. "Or maybe dating a Hufflepuff has you going soft… guess that’s what happens when you trade ambition for… whatever it is she gives you."

Your fists curl at your sides, but you force yourself to stay still.

Don’t do it.

Danielle would kill you if you did.

She’s already told you (more than once) that you need to stop letting people get under your skin. And after the last fight, when you’d shown up with a bruised cheek and an apologetic smile, you’d promised her you wouldn’t do it again.

You can walk away.

"No comment?" He laughs quietly, stepping closer. "Figures. You know, Dani always had a thing for people she could walk all over—"

That’s bullshit.

You know it’s not true. Danielle doesn’t walk over you—if anything, she’s the only person who sees right through you, who calls you out when you’re being reckless, who softens you with a single look. If she wanted someone weak, she wouldn’t be with you.

So, that doesn’t bother you.

But what does?

He called her Dani.

Like she’s his to call that.

Like he still gets to say it.

Like he has the right to.

Not after everything. Not after the shit he pulled, the way he treated her like she was some prize to lose instead of a person to love. Not after he cheated, after he lied, after she told you, one night, curled up next to you, voice tight with something she rarely let herself admit, that she wished she’d walked away sooner.

She’s Danielle to him.

Nothing else. Nothing more.

Your fingers twitch.

Walk away. You can still walk away.

"Oh, and—wait, what’s happening down there? Is that—"

You should—

"OH MY—"

"What the fuck—!"

A sickening crack. 

Your fist collides with his nose before you even realize you’ve swung.

He stumbles back, hands flying to his face as blood gushes instantly. The field falls deathly silent.

Then, chaos.

The whistle shrieks.

"HOLY—okay, L/N just PUNCHED a Gryffindor Beater in the face, folks, and—oh, wow, there is BLOOD—"

"L/N!" Madam Hooch’s voice is furious, echoing across the field. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Gasps ripple through the crowd. Your captain is on you in an instant, grabbing your jersey and yanking you back.

"Are you insane!?" she hisses, "What the hell was that?!"

You barely hear her. Your chest is heaving, eyes locked on the idiot still clutching his nose, blood dripping onto the grass.

Danielle’s not here. She didn’t see.

So it doesn’t count.

Right?

He spits blood onto the ground, his eyes narrowing as he mutters through gritted teeth—

"You're so damn easy to rile up. No wonder she ran straight to you after we broke up."

You swing again.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N!—"

It takes four people to hold you back this time. Your captain is yelling, the referees are losing their minds, the crowd is cheering, 

And Hyein—

Hyein, Gryffindor’s Chaser and your supposed opponent, is one of the people holding you back. Which would actually be helpful if she wasn’t also cheering you on.

"Kick his ass, Y/N—NO, WAIT, STOP—okay, maybe just one more—DAMN IT, HOLD HER DOWN—"

Her grip just tight enough to make it look like she’s trying while grinning like this is the most fun she’s had all season.

"Hyein, stop hyping her up!" Haerin hisses, feet sliding against the grass as she's struggling to hold you back along with the rest of your teammates.

"I can’t! This is hilarious—"

And then—

You see it.

Just in the corner of your eye.

Oh, fuck.

Your breath stalls, tension draining from your body so fast that Haerin nearly stumbles from the sudden lack of resistance.

Hanni’s running toward the castle, weaving through students, probably—no, definitely—going to get Danielle.

"You’re so screwed, dude" Haerin mutters under her breath, watching Hanni disappear into the crowd. She doesn’t even bother to sound surprised.

No shit.

Madam Hooch’s grip tightens on your arm as she steers you off the field, her pace just short of dragging.

The roar of the crowd fades with every step, replaced by the loud pounding of your pulse in your ears. Your knuckles still sting.

The room is eerily quiet except for Professor McGonagall’s low, clipped voice.

"—and I need not tell you how unacceptable this is, L/N. Resorting to violence on the pitch, in front of the entire school? Have you any idea how disgraceful this is? Not just for you, but for your team? Your house?"

You keep your eyes on the desk, hands folded neatly like a model student. (You aren’t.)

McGonagall exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"The only reason you aren't facing suspension is because your opponent is still recovering in the hospital wing and can't argue his case." She pauses as her expression tightens. "And because the Gryffindor captain has assured me he will take matters into his own hands should I go too easy on you."

You resist the urge to whisper coward under your breath.

Then—

SLAM.

The door flies open, crashing against the wall. Even Professor McGonagall gets startled.

Danielle.

She stands in the doorway, slightly out of breath, hands clenched at her sides, looking equal parts furious and so done.

You straighten instinctively. The professor’s brow arches.

Danielle exhales sharply and then turns to McGonagall, voice perfectly polite despite the restrained fury simmering beneath it.

"Professor."

McGonagall studies her with a level stare. "Miss Marsh, I do not recall inviting you to this discussion."

"I’d like to take over," The Hufflepuff says, her eyes locked onto you like you’ve personally offended her entire family line.

McGonagall's gaze flicks to the clock. She hesitates. Lips pressed together, fingers tapping once against her closed ledger. The silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Then, finally, she exhales, already standing. "Very well," she relents, though there's a distinct note of reluctance in her voice. "But only because I have matters to attend to." A pause, then a pointed glance between the two of you. "And if I hear so much as a whisper of leniency—" her gaze settles on you, "—I will step in."

She turns to Danielle. "I’ll be dealing with them properly once I return. In the meantime, Marsh, make sure they don’t do anything else reckless."

The door clicks shut behind her.

Silence.

Your girlfriend turns to you, arms crossed. She doesn’t speak immediately. Just looks at you. And somehow, that’s worse than all the yelling in the world.

Your throat feels dry as you try to search for something to say, something to lighten the mood—

"Okay, but in my defense—"

Her expression doesn’t change.

You hesitate. The words die in your throat.

"Dani—"

"You promised."

You freeze.

Her voice isn’t sharp. It isn’t loud. But somehow, that makes it hit even harder.

"You promised me, Y/N." Her gaze finally meets yours, dark with something between anger and disappointment. "You swore you wouldn’t get into another fight." Her jaw tightens. "And yet—" she gestures at you, "here you are."

You open your mouth. Close it. You did promise. After the last time—when she sat beside you, pressing ice to your lip, muttering "this has to stop, please"—you swore it wouldn’t happen again.

But—

"He was messing with me the whole game."

Danielle’s expression doesn’t shift. "And that meant you had to punch him?" A beat. "Twice?"

You hesitate.

"It’s not like that."

"Then explain it to me," she says, stepping closer, voice softer now, but just as firm. "Because from where I’m standing, it really is like that."

Her gaze searches yours, and for the first time since she walked in, her anger gives way to something else—worry.

"...Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

The question catches you off guard.

You swallow. Your knuckles flex on the desk. "I’m fine."

Danielle gives you a look, unimpressed. "Y/N."

You sigh. "It doesn’t even hurt that much."

She crosses her arms, shaking her head. "That’s not what I meant." A pause. Then, softer, "I know you, you know? And I know you wouldn’t have done this unless something pushed you past your limit."

Something in your chest tightens.

You exhale, tilting your head back against the chair. "You were supposed to be there you know."

"What?"

"You were supposed to be there," you repeat, eyes flicking to hers. "You promised you’d come. You said you'd try."

Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t respond right away.

"And then you got caught up in head girl things or whatever," you mutter. "Again."

A flicker of guilt crosses her face.

"I told you I had duties—"

"Yeah," you cut in, bitter. "I know. You always have duties."

Danielle exhales slowly. "Y/N—"

"It’s okay."

You say it before she can. Before she can apologize. Before she can look at you with those warm, honey-colored eyes and make you feel even worse.

"And then he just—" you clench your fists, jaw tightening. "He kept pushing. The whole game. And then he said your name like—like he still had the right to, and I just…" Your fingers twitch. "I lost it."

Danielle lets out a slow breath, rubbing her temples before finally sitting down across from you. The anger in her eyes hasn’t disappeared, but something softer lingers beneath it now.

"You’re impossible," she mutters.

You snort, lips twitching. "Yeah. I get that a lot."

Danielle doesn’t laugh. Instead, she leans forward, voice quiet but insistent. "You can’t do this, Y/N. You can’t keep throwing punches every time someone pisses you off—especially not over me."

You glance away. "I wasn’t—"

She gives you a look. You shut up.

Danielle exhales sharply. "Look, I get it, He’s a piece of...work“ her nose scrunches, like she’s resisting the urge to say something much worse. ”—But you getting in trouble for him? That’s not worth it. You are not worth detention over some loser who doesn’t even matter anymore."

You dig your nails into your palms, jaw tightening. “It’s not about him,” you mutter, but even you don’t sound convinced.

Danielle exhales, shaking her head. “Y/N…” Her voice is quieter now, frustration ebbing into something gentler, something almost tired. “If you keep this up, it’s not gonna be him who ruins things—it’s gonna be you.”

That stings.

You flinch, just a little, but she catches it. She always catches it.

Her expression softens. She reaches across the desk, fingertips brushing against your wrist before she hesitates. "Hey," she murmurs, softly insisting on your attention. "I know you’re mad. I know you think this is about protecting me or whatever stupid thing you’ve convinced yourself of." Her voice gentles, "But I don’t need a knight, Y/N. I need you."

There’s something different in the way she says it this time. It’s not exasperation, not frustration, just something tired, something that sounds like she’s already had this conversation with herself a hundred times before ever bringing it to you.

Your throat goes dry.

"I am here," you argue, but even you can hear how weak it sounds. Like you don’t fully believe it yourself.

She smiles, but it’s small and tired, like she’s looking at someone she’s not sure how to reach. "Not if you keep getting yourself into trouble."

That one really lands. Because she’s right. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Danielle’s always right, and you? You’re just a mess of frayed emotions, fists that act faster than your brain, and a heart that’s always a little too full when it comes to her.

You glance at the door. "McGonagall’s gonna kill me," you mutter, because making a joke is easier than processing everything she just said.

Danielle huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. "Probably. And I will help her if you pull something like this again."

"I’ll try," you say, because it’s the only thing you can give her right now.

She narrows her eyes.

"I promise," you amend quickly.

That seems to satisfy her. For now.

Danielle stands, smoothing her robes. "Good. Because if you get kicked off the team, I’m not letting you sulk in my common room."

You groan, tilting your head back. "How generous."

She smirks, heading for the door. Before she opens it, though, she pauses, glancing over her shoulder. “You really didn’t have to do that for me, you know.”

You shrug. “I know.”

A beat of silence.

Then, softer—almost like she doesn’t want you to hear:

“…But thank you.”

You smile, watching her disappear into the hallway. Then, your gaze drops to the little folded note she had slipped into your hand earlier. You unfold it, brow raised, only for a quiet laugh to escape you.

Penalty: No hugs and kisses for a month! week!

The word month is hastily scribbled out, replaced by week in smaller, messier writing.

Yeah. Dani’s not even gonna last a day.

Smirking, you fold the note and tuck it into your pocket.

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Can I request an Axel x reader during the tournament where cobra kai jumps the reader and Axel gets all protective about who did this and then gets paired against cobra kai in the tag in fight and Zara also is reader's bestie so Axel tells her what happened so when they fight cobra kai they beat the crap out of them and after Axel says stay away from my girl?

karma is my boyfriend | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: You're taking a midnight stroll on the beach when you come across another team that takes advantage of you wondering alone, and you being apart of the best team, only means one thing: You must be taken down.

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Violence (fighting), cursing, Axel gets PISSED

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You tossed and turned in your spot, unable to shake off the day you've had. The nerves of the Sekai Taikai were consuming you, this would be your first tournament ever apart of the Iron Dragons dojo and with being apart of the number one dojo in the world, came the pressure of staying number one.

"Ugh!" You grumbled kicking the sheets off your body. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you slip your sandals on and pull on one of your boyfriend's hoodies.

Your finger hovers over the phone icon, contemplating if you should call Axel or knock on his room that was across from yours.

"Better not," you mumble locking your screen. He was your strongest fighter, he needed his sleep. You didn't need to wake him up just because you're getting the pre-fight jitters.

Quietly making your way out of your room, you head downstairs and step outside for some fresh air.

As you scanned your surroundings, you notice you're only a couple feet away from one of beaches of Barcelona, the sand calling your name.

This was perfect, you could walk along the soft sand, listen to the crashing waves and clear your head.

The salt air envelops your senses, the gentle breeze blowing through you.

It was calming, and relaxing, just what you needed.

Until you heard disruptive male laughter. Barely glancing back, you can see from the corner of your eye it's a group of boys wearing black bomber jackets, falling into one another as they trailed behind you.

You fasten your pace just a bit more, attempting to stay on track back to the hotel, hoping they wouldn't mess with you.

But you were wrong.

"Heyyy," one of the boys calls out. "You look familiar!"

Keeping your head straight, you continue to walk faster, ignoring the burning feeling in your calves as you tried to go as quick as you could in the sand.

"Hello, we're talking to you!" He shouts.

Two boys suddenly come into your view, a look of amusement upon their faces.

"Pretty rude, not to say hi back," a boy with dark swept up hair says, his Korean accent strong.

You don't make eye contact with him nor speak a word, internally praying they'd get bored of your silence and leave you alone.

"I'm talking to you," he seethes stopping in front of you, making you bump into his chest.

"Just leave me alone," you beg attempting to walk around him only for him to step in front of you again.

"Oh, you are Iron Dragons!" He smiles cockily. "The number one dojo in the world."

You huff moving again, only for his friend to step in front of you two making you look up at them through wide eyes. Turning slightly, you see there's two other boys behind you, the team completely surrounding you.

"Let's see how good you really are, hmm?" their captain suggests, taking a step closer to you. Your heart pounded in your chest, a sense of adrenaline beginning to fill through you.

"Seriously, if you don't leave me alone–" you begin to say when he strikes you across the face making you fall to your knees.

"Little girl can't even defend!" he barks out a laugh. You wince pressing the tender spot below your eye, before using your advantage of being on the ground.

You lean on your left knee, kicking your right leg back sending your foot straight into his stomach causing him to double over.

His friends are quick to sweep you up, each of them standing on either side of you, grasping your arms to keep you from running anywhere.

"Five against one? Really?" You narrow your eyes at the captain who stood up straight again, catching his breath.

"No," exhales sharply, a darkness glazing over his brown eyes. "Just me."

He makes sure to kick you hard in the stomach, doubling the pain you caused him, sending you back against the boys that held you as you gasped for air from the hard blow.

"You're gonna regret this," you choke out, your voice hoarse.

He gives you an evil smirk. "We will see about that."

He sends his fist straight into your mouth, tossing your head back as the blood trickled from your upper lip.

"Kwon," a slender boy, just a little taller than the angry boy steps forward laying a hand on his shoulder before he aggressively shrugs his hand off.

"No!" Kwon shouts in his face. "She disrespected me, now she pays."

Kwon pivots, sending his left foot across your face again, hitting your temple this time. Spots erupt through your vision, the two boys in front of you starting to look blurry.

The two boys holding you up, straighten you out again as Kwon sends one last kick straight into your ribs causing you to fall forward into the sand no longer able to stand up.

Kwon squats down before you, forcefully pulling your head up by your hair, you wince feeling his fingers tighten in your scalp.

"See you at tournament," Kwon taunts you before releasing his grip on you.

Your body is tense and shaking when the group of boys walk away, your head pounding, lips swollen and pulsating from the punches.

It's hard to breathe, hard to stand, you're internally struggling to pick yourself up from the grains beneath you.

A couple minutes pass before you're able to lift yourself off the ground, and be able to stand on your own two feet.

You wipe the maroon-red liquid dripping from your upper lip, hissing at the sharp pain. Putting one foot in front of the other, you slowly make your way back to the hotel.

It takes all of your energy to not pass out on the streets of Barcelona, your feet are dragging as you enter the quiet establishment, luckily there's hardly anybody in the lobby.

You hastily make your way to the elevators, punching the number to your floor. Grabbing the extra key card you held in your pockets, you decide you don't want to be alone tonight.

Carefully, you unlock Axel's room and silently make your way inside the pitch black room.

Pulling his jacket over your head, you remove your sandals, and pull the covers back gently, your boyfriend turning over in his place, eyes still closed.

"Is that you, ljubavi?" Axel's sweet accent meets your ears, his voice low and tired from sleep.

"Just me," you say quietly as you climbed in next to him. His long arm wraps around you, tugging you into his chest, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

You breathe in his warm scent, the smell of his body wash still lingering off him. You try not to pay any attention to the pain radiating over your body, but focus on the sound of your boyfriends steady breathing, pulling you into a somber.

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"Y/n."

The stern tone behind Axel's voice when he says your name jolts you awake, your heart starting to beat rapidly.

His hands have grabbed the sides of your face, his blue orbs scanning the fresh bruises and wounds across your skin.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Axel questions as you try and focus on your breathing. Flashbacks of last night resurface to your memory, the soreness in your abdomen reminding you of what had happened.

You swallow thickly, throat dry as you shift beneath Axel’s piercing gaze. His grip is firm yet gentle, his thumbs grazing over your cheeks as if afraid to hurt you further.

The weight of last night presses against your chest, making it difficult to find the right words.

"I—" Your voice cracks, and you wince, suddenly aware of the dull throbbing in your ribs as you attempt to sit up in your place.

Axel’s jaw clenches, his fingers tensing against your skin.

"Ljubavi…" His voice is softer now, but laced with restrained anger. "Tell me."

You look away, ashamed. It wasn’t like you lost in a fair fight, no, they ambushed you. Five against one. You were a fighter, but even you had your limits.

"I went for a walk last night," you start, voice barely above a whisper. "Needed to clear my head before the tournament."

Axel stays silent, waiting, his breath slow and controlled, but you can see the storm brewing in his ocean blue eyes.

You reach for his touch, his hand finding yours on an instant so you could squeeze his hand if you need to.

"The guys from Cobra Kai, they found me, and— and I was trying to ignore them but, their captain, he didn't like that," you admit, your fingers curling over his knuckles.

His entire body goes rigid at the name.

You exhale shakily, forcing yourself to keep going. "They surrounded me. And then…" You trail off, not wanting to relive the way Kwon’s fist collided with your face, the way his kicks left you breathless in the sand.

Axel’s grip on you tightens. "And then they jumped you," he finishes for you, voice dark and low, barely restrained fury simmering beneath his words.

You nod wordlessly, swallowing back the lump in your throat.

Axel can see the pain behind your eyes, the way your hands are shaking as you let out a deep breath. He carefully brings you in for a hug, the weight on your chest lifting as you fall into him, letting him coax you back into comfort.

"I— I just wanted to get back to you," your words make his heart ache, a muscle ticks in his jaw, his hands sliding down to your shoulders as if to ground himself.

You can feel his anger radiating through every inch of his body.

"I’m going to kill them."

"Axel…" You press your hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, your forehead leaning his. "Please don't do anything that can jeopardize the team from the competition."

He exhales sharply through his nose, trying to rein himself in, but his fingers curl into fists.

"They think they can touch you and get away with it?" His voice is lethal, dripping with rage. He pulls back slightly, grabbing on to the sides of your face again gently.

"Look at what they did to you," he seethes through his teeth. "They are lucky I am not out looking for them right now."

You place your hands on top of his, prying them away from your face.

"We'll get them back," you whisper, swallowing back the emotion in your throat. You rub your thumb over his knuckles, trying to calm him down from the rage he was feeling. "We just need to play our cards right."

Axel's cold gaze meets your own, nose scrunched at the idea of you, his sweet, adoring girlfriend getting beat up by a group of neanderthals.

"Please, Axel," you beg him, pressing your lips softly against his cheek. He envelopes you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck like last night.

"They will pay," he mutters, his arms tightening around you. You nod in agreement, shutting your eyes, letting the embrace of your boyfriend soothe you.

After consoling each other for the next couple of minutes, Axel helps you get out of bed and guides you to the bathroom so you two could shower.

The tournament was approaching and you needed to be ready. Flickering the lights on, you're taken back by the sight in front of you.

A dark purple bruise spreads beneath your right eye, swollen and angry against your skin. Your lip is split, the dried blood cracked along the cut. 

There's a large gash on the left side of your temple where the tip of Kwon's shoe grazed you from his roundhouse.

As Axel turns the water on to the shower, you lift your t-shirt just slightly, revealing the mottled bruises along your ribs, deepening in color.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the memory of last night hit you once again, the trauma evident on your body.

Axel’s eyes lock onto yours in the glass, but then they drop, scanning every bruise, every cut, every mark left on your skin.

It takes everything inside him not to scream and dart out the door searching for those responsible for hurting you, for hurting his girl.

"Hey," he whispers laying a hand on your shoulder, slowly turning you to face him.

"I didn't think it was this bad," you take a breath, blinking away the sting in your eyes. His fingers skim along your arm, careful, like he’s afraid too much pressure will hurt you.

"Wounds are not permanent," he reminds you. "You will heal, because you are still you, my strong, beautiful girl."

When you meet his gaze, his thumb brushes against your unbruised cheek, bringing you back to reality.

Your breath hitches, but you nod, letting him guide you closer to the shower. The steam begins to curl around the air, warm and comforting.

He's careful pulling your shirt off, his eyes lingering on your bruised side causing you to cover it out of consciousness.

Axel places his hands on top of yours, softly removing them as he kneeled down to the floor, before pressing a soft kiss to your injured ribs, letting you know you didn't have to hide from him.

You loved the way he loved you, the way he kept you close, always at arms length. He loved the way you let him love you and protect you back home.

So when he woke up with you curled into his side with your face bruised and battered, it broke him. His heart ached at how exhausted you looked, how you shifted to get more comfortable but a soft moan fell from your lips due to the discomfort from your side.

Guilt and anger washed over him all at once, before he woke you determined to find out who dare do this to you.

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Zara brought her phone down, her eyes landing on you as you approached your sensei who looked at you worryingly.

Your best friend notices the way your posture is tense, the way you hold your side as you talk. Even from a distance, Zara saw the damage. 

Her fists clenched at her sides, and she turned on her heel, her narrowed eyes locking onto Axel, who stood a few feet away watching you just as intently as Sensei Wolf guided you to the locker rooms to tape up your injured side.

She stormed toward him, knowing damn well her best friend did not look like that last night at dinner.

"Who the hell did that to her?" Zara asks, feeling the anger build inside her.

"Cobra Kai," Axel exhaled through his nose, his own anger barely contained. "Their captain, and a few other members jumped her last night when she went out for a walk on the beach."

Zara looks around the arena, searching for the all black gi's ready to cause damage. "I'll kill them."

"No," Axel shoot his hand out before she can make any sudden movements. "We wait."

Zara scoffs, her arms crossing over her chest. "When?"

Axel glances at the digital board behind them seeing the next match up for the tag-team event, a feeling of satisfaction bubbling up inside him.

"In a little bit," he reassures her, gesturing to the screen. Zara looks behind her, seeing where Axel had been looking.

The Iron Dragons Vs. Cobra Kai

Zara and Axel make eye contact, nodding in a wordless agreement.

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You stood between Axel and Zara, your ribs still aching, but the fire inside you burned hotter than the pain. This wasn’t just a match anymore, this was revenge.

"Ouch!" Kwon exclaims across from you. "Look like that hurts," he points to right side of his face, motioning to your eye.

"Fight!" The referee calls out.

You go to step in the middle of the circle as Kwon jumps in, when Zara holds her hand to your chest. She shot forward like a bullet, meeting Kwon in the center of the ring before he could even take a breath.

The moment he tried to throw a strike, Zara ducked under his arm and landed a brutal kick to his ribs, sending him stumbling. 

That was when you realized your best friend and boyfriend had decided to take this opportunity to get their revenge. For you.

"Point! Iron Dragons!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?" She taunts Kwon, circling around him like prey.

Kwon’s expression darkened as he lunged, but Zara blocked with ease, her movements sharp, relentless. There wasn't points being scored, but she was messing with him.

Then, with a smirk, she stepped back just enough to slap Axel’s hand. Tag.

You give Zara a fist bump as she comes to stand next to you.

"Thanks," you give her a small smile.

"I got your back," she winks at you.

The second Axel stepped in, the energy shifted.

The Cobra Kai captain barely had time to register the change before Axel slammed a brutal front kick into his chest, sending him flying back. 

Kwon’s teammates shouted for him to tag out again, but Axel was already dragging him back to the center of the ring, gripping the front of his gi. "No running this time."

Kwon swung wildly, desperate, but Axel easily dodged and countered, sending a sharp uppercut straight to his jaw. Kwon’s head snapped back, and his body swayed.

"Point! Iron Dragons. Next point wins."

You watch with anticipation as Axel takes a step back, letting out his roar of anger. He lunged forward, pivoting on his heel, and delivered a devastating spinning tornado straight to Kwon’s head.

The captain is completely knocked out, body limp before he even hits the mat.

"Knockout! Point! The Iron Dragons win!"

The roar of the crowd faded into the background as Axel stood over Kwon’s unconscious form, his breathing steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

"Don't ever come near her ever again," he threatens, voice low and sharp.

Axel turns his eyes immediately finding yours across the mat. You were already moving before you even realized it, feet carrying you straight to him.

He mets you in the middle, his arms open just in time for you to crash into him, leaning up to smash your lips together, ignoring the burning feeling coming from the cut on your lip as you both melted into each other.

The arena around you is forgotten as you pour your heart into the kiss, Axel's lips moving against yours with quiet desperation, like he needed you just as much as you needed him.

When you pull back, he wrapped his arms around you, one hand pressing against the back of your head as he pulled you close.

You smiled into his chest, his heartbeat pounded beneath your cheek, body solid and warm against yours.

He had fought for you. Defended your honor.

"I love you, Axel," you whispered, your arms tightening around him, burying yourself in his embrace.

Axel exhaled, his lips pressing against the top of your head, his voice softer now. "I love you too, so much."

No one would ever touch you again. And if they did, there would be a price to pay.

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MASTERLIST

(A/n: Y'all be so creative, I love the requests!!)

[bookworrm1999]

How Far Away? Part 10

Caleb x Mc

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication

Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.

AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Caleb and you were back in your old apartment in Linkon, a thin layer of dust covered everything as you had been living exclusively at Caleb’s house for a few months now.

You were back in Linkon for your anatomy scan, after the scan, you were going to meet up with Sylus.

Hopefully, he’d be able to help find Ever’s old research in the abandoned buildings of the N109 zone. You were also hoping to ask if he would help Caleb, Sylus’s proficiency in programming and machines would surely help with Caleb’s arm and chip.

It was a few hours until your anatomy scan and you were trying to pack up your apartment. Moving in with Caleb permanently seemed to be the best option now. Keeping an eye on each other but also letting Caleb be there for you, experiencing pregnancy in person rather than over video.

You started to zip your clothes up in vacuum sealed bags, Caleb was taking all of your decorations and putting them in boxes to go to Skyhaven.

Your furniture was going into storage via a moving team later today until you could figure out what you wanted to keep.

With your situation being the way it was, you had contacted your captain and let her know about the situation. Well a watered down version anyway.

She had set up a long distance link to your laptop so that you could work from home for the foreseeable future. You wouldn’t be heading out into the field any time soon.

Things were wrapping up quickly but you did send a message to Tara letting her know what was happening. You had been ignoring her but she was your friend and deserved more than silence.

You messaged Xavier too, letting him know you were moving.

Telling Zayne could come later as you had a meeting with him too.

Finishing your room up, you slowly pulled yourself up off the floor to stand. Groaning as the shift in your center of gravity made it harder to do anything.

Caleb heard this and came running in.

“What’s wrong? The baby ok?”

Laughing and waving him off, you defend yourself

“This is normal in pregnancy, you’re going to have to get used to that. Everything is different, I can’t move fast, get up and down quickly, and my body has weird aches and pains now.”

He comes over to lay a hand on your belly, rubbing it gently.

“I don’t know if I want to get used to you being in pain. I hate that I can’t do anything.”

“Sure you can! You can give me massages, make food for me, rub my feet, get me whatever I need.”

Raising an eyebrow, he laughs

“Sounds more like I’m your personal assistant than your boyfriend. But if you need a massage, I can give you a good one… from the inside.” Waggling his eyebrows in suggestion.

You two hadn’t gone further than kissing and cuddling the past two days. Caleb joked about it but he was the one who was nervous about crossing that line now.

Poking his stomach, making it flinch instinctually

“Uhuh, it’s been so long, I don’t even know if you can get it up anymore. I can’t even remember what it feels like.”

Turning, you raise your hands and shrug dismissively.

Hands come around you and pull you back, his mouth against your neck, hot air tickling you as he speaks.

“Oh you’re going to regret that.”

“Down boy, keep it in your pants until tonight. We still have work to do. The appointment is in an hour.”

Caleb sighs, kissing you before letting you go.

“Aye aye captain.”

**

Arriving at Akso Hospital with Caleb in tow made you inexplicably happy inside.

Maybe it was because everytime that you had come here in the past months had been by yourself, experiencing your baby growing all on your own.

Having him here now felt like a miracle after thinking he was dead once again.

You were called back into the ultrasound room where a technician awaited you.

They directed you until you were all set up, shirt up with jelly on your belly.

And there they were, the cutest little baby.

Caleb let out a loud whoosh of air as he experienced this for the first time in person

Squeezing your hand, you squeezed back as he held a hand to his eyes. Tears leaking out of the corners as emotions overwhelmed him.

“We’re making our own little family.” He whispered

“That’s right baby, just us against the world.” You raised his hand and kissed it gently, rubbing his knuckles with your other hand, grounding him in the moment.

“Alright Mom and Dad, ready to hear the baby’s heartbeat?”

“Yes!” You both answer enthusiastically. The fast little heartbeat filling the room, making this moment all the more real.

“Now before I forget and let it slip my mind, are we finding out the gender today?”

You had opted to wait until the anatomy scan instead of finding out via blood tests earlier. Wanting Caleb to be a part of the big moment. Looking at each other, you both knew the answer.

“Yes.”

“Great! It looks like you’re having a little girl. Congratulations!”

A girl, the thoughts of the future you want to come about play in your mind. You wanted to protect the phantom of your daughter playing in your mind.

Seeing her play outside in the garden, hopping after grasshoppers, picking flowers to put in the middle of the table, dancing with daddy while wearing mommy’s too big shoes.

She deserved a safe place to grow up and as her mom and dad, you two had to work hard at this plan to provide that for her.

Looking at Caleb, you could tell he was having similar thoughts.

So you squeezed his hand,

“A girl!”

“I hope she looks like you.”

“I hope that she looks like both of us.”

“Fair point.”

**

The rest of the anatomy scan went well and you headed to a small cafe nearby.

All of the info that Sylus needed and your proposal in a folder in your bag.

Caleb was taking backseat in this but he offered emotional support.

Sometimes you really did think of him like an emotional support dog.

Sitting at a table, you patiently waited for Sylus while Caleb grabbed you a sandwich and a lemonade for you from the counter.

“Hello kitten.”

Looking up, Sylus was there, taking up all the presence in the room.

Your sandwich and drink were smacked down in front of you, Caleb sat roughly beside you.

Not saying a word but crossing his arms, staring distrustfully at Sylus.

You patted his thigh, reminding him silently to loosen up. Sylus was a big part of making your plan succeed after all, not to mention Sylus wasn’t really threatening despite appearances. Feeling Caleb loosen up beneath your hand, you turned your eyes back to Sylus.

His eyes had been tracking all of your movements, he smiled and sat down.

“How have you been?”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know with how you keep an eye on things. I’ve seen Mephisto in the vicinity here in Linkon.”

“You forget that you’ve been out of town often for the past few months.”

“Still.” You wave your hand at him disbelieving.

“ I did notice that you had been visiting the hospital and that you haven’t been working, so I assumed it had to be something with your heart.”

“Well, not quite.”

You stood up and pulled your coat back to expose your burgeoning belly.

The only tell in his expression was his eyes widening as he took in the sight of your pregnancy.

“I see, how did this happen?”

Laughing at the question, “What do you mean, how did it happen? The way it usually happens.”

“I’m just surprised, I didn’t think you were looking to settle down like this so soon.”

“It was a surprise but a happy one.” You reached up and grabbed Caleb’s hand. “We’re very happy but that’s what leads me to why I called you out here.”

“And?”

“It’d be better if you just saw for yourself.” You handed over the information and the proposed plan in the folder.

His eyes quickly scanned the papers, taking it in fast as expected of the leader of Onychinus.

“And you need my help?”

“Yes, they’re not just threatening Caleb and I, but also our baby. We could use your technical expertise in helping with his arm and chip, Phillip’s help too if possible.”

“I don’t know much about these programs. Ever keeps these under tight control. But you must have some way to get them or this plan wouldn’t go far.”

“They’re actually right under your nose Sylus, their old labs that have their notes on the old experiments are in the N109 zone. Caleb will be getting the notes on his arm and chip himself.”

“Hmmm, I can see that this would also benefit me and finally have something to hold over them. This research into protocores in humans is definitely interesting. Perhaps this will let me pay back the favor they bestowed upon us when they framed me for those explosions so long ago.”

“Yes, I’m hoping that this provides some incentive for you. We will take care of some of the people behind it all but the company will still exist; you’d just have to deal with them running around with the head cut off.”

“Very well, I accept. I can assist with the search in the N109 zone for the labs.”

“You’ll be working with Caleb mostly, it’s not safe for me to be out pregnant anyway but we also don’t want Ever to get wind of our connection or my pregnancy.”

The two men size each other up, knowing each other through hearsay and their own investigation but never really crossing paths.

“Can I trust you two to play nice?”

Sylus smiles and leans back nonchalantly, crossing a leg over his knee and crossing his arms.

“I’m always a perfect angel.”

Caleb snorts but agrees to play nice.

“Perfect!”

Sylus gets up to leave, taking the folder with him. He stops and looks back at you, eyes lingering on your hidden belly below the table.

“Congratulations.” His voice sounding a bit choked and sad, not really matching his words. You smiled and thanked him anyway.

Leaving you and Caleb behind, you picked up your sandwich and started eating.

“I don’t like him.”

“Is there anybody you like?”

“You and this sweet girl.” His hand brushing over your belly lightly.

You pout and whine

“I thought I was your sweet girl?”

“I can have two sweet girls!” He says alarmed

“Kidding, she’s my sweet girl too after all.”

Laughing at his sensitivity, he hated making you upset, he seemed to think you’d cry at the drop of a pin. Well, you did sometimes but he doesn’t have to point it out so much.

**

You and Caleb were waiting in your apartment for the movers to finish taking your stuff to storage. Arranging for Zayne to meet you here and thankfully his schedule happened to align.

Bringing your lemonade home from the cafe, you leaned against the kitchen counter while sipping it thoughtfully.

Sylus would certainly help but you’d most likely need Phillip’s help as well. He was a part of the team that Grandma worked on, he probably knew about Caleb too. Phillip working alongside Sylus to figure out the technical side was all they had to go on.

The real problem was where the work would take place, they’d need some time to study the research when they found it and study Caleb himself.

Caleb had that room in his home where he took care of his arm; but you don’t know if you could convince him to let three different people that he didn’t really trust into it.

The door was propped open as the movers took things out and to a van.

Zayne sidled through the door, looking around with a vague interest.

“I see you’re moving out.”

“Well, we’ve made it official after all. No sense in staying here or keeping it when I’m going to live with Caleb, raising a baby takes a lot of your time after all.”

“Right.”

Caleb stood in the corner, leaning against the wall and keeping a sharp eye on Zayne.

“So what is this about?”

You had prepared a different file for Zayne as you needed him for the more medical side of things.

Risking going to another doctor for help in taking out Caleb’s chip and anything that needed modifying physically with Caleb’s arm; it was out of the question.

Ever had their fingers in a lot of pies and you needed someone you could trust.

Sliding the folder over to him, you watched as he flipped through it. He frowned and looked between you and Caleb.

“I don’t have much experience in surgery in the brain, I could help with the arm but the brain isn’t my expertise.”

“I realize that but you’re one of the only people I know I can trust with this.”

Zayne sighs, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“It seems like there’s a big overarching story to this, do I even want to know?”

“It’s up to you, I’m willing to tell you but we really do need your help.”

“I suppose I can do some research and practice into refining my surgical techniques for the brain. But you have to realize that this will be a big risk for you.” Zayne looks to Caleb for this.

Caleb nods

“I know. But to make sure she’s safe and our baby is safe, I’m willing to risk it.”

“You’re always willing to risk yourself. It drives me nuts.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.” You sigh, not really meaning it.

Zayne looks vaguely uncomfortable, turning his head to the side to clear his throat.

“I appreciate your trust and faith in me. I will do my best to fulfill them.”

“Thank you Zayne, I know this is a lot to ask but we do appreciate it. We’ll contact you when we’re ready for your help.”

“Right, I’ll get going then.”

He turns and heads out the door without another word. A mover comes in after him, picking up a table before heading back down.

Caleb comes over to you, sliding an arm around your waist. Pulling your back into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Well, we got the help we need. Now we just need to move forward with the rest of the plan.”

“Right, Sylus will conduct the search in the N109 zone for now but you said that you’ll be heading to meet the Professor next?”

“Yes, he’s one of the people who worked on upgrading my arm and implanting the chips. The rest of the research we need will be with him.”

“Will you kill him then?” Talking about murder so casually was a bit unnerving but it was necessary.

“Maybe, I need to make it look like an accident so that Ever’s head won’t go into hiding or become suspicious.”

“Things are moving so fast now.”

“They need to.” His hand cupped your belly protectively, a visible timer for their plan

**

Caleb had liaised with Sylus recently, Sylus had found the old labs with little issue. The paper copies sent to them for safe keeping while the digital copies were destroyed on the old computer. Ever would never get their hands on their old research, finding it a lot harder to recreate what they considered to be a success in experiment 001.

He was standing outside the Professor’s home, everyone else out except for his target.

Sylus had provided him with a drive that he could plug into the computer, it would copy everything and then kill the original system, wiping it all.

It made Caleb itch to rely on Sylus like this but the truth was that he had better access to the black market than Caleb did.

She trusted him and Caleb trusted her.

Taking a deep breath, he fell back into his role of obedient attack dog, the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.

Stepping into this house for what hopefully was the last time, all he could feel was a sense of anticipation and anxiousness. All he had to do was get in, copy the drive and find a way to kill the Professor without suspicion.

Everything depended on how well this went.

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[the-kr8tor]

Katy 👀 my birthday is coming up soon

May I request our baby Kitt being older and getting ready to address some politicians at a televised town meeting or rally and just inadvertently roasting the hell out of them with his questions 🤣 bonus points if Hobie and the twins are just cheering him on in the background

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@hyperfix-wip baby Kitt!! I hope you like it! And belated happy birthday to you, twin! ❤️❤️❤️ Ps. I don't know anything about uk politics so don't quote me on some of the details 🤣

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, parent AU, mum! Reader, dad! Hobie, twin AU, Billie and Ramona, Kitt, CW food mentions, fluff!

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It's election year once again, and the senators are on their campaign trail. The city hosts the debate event to entice the whole city to vote, and watch the younger generation grill the politicians. And it's a chance for the politicians to prove themselves against a bunch of children and maybe sway the votes their way. It's Kitt's debate team who are chosen this year, granted it's not exactly the academy awards, but people go out of their way to come and support the kids. Usually it's an uneventful debate, but sometimes, on rare occasions, it turns into something you'd see in a presidential debate where the kids don't back down from whichever politician they're beating up with words.

“Got the camera, dad?” Ramona asks as she hops off the car and out into the town hall meeting. “We need to record the exact moment the sweat starts beading down his ugly face.”

“Mona, we don't call people ugly.” You tell your fourteen year old while Hobie helps you unbuckle your seatbelt. You've told him a thousand times that you can do it yourself, but he has developed a habit of it ever since you two started dating. It's a habit that he refuses to shake off.

“Sorry, mum.”

“Yeah, because he can't help it.” Hobie murmurs as he clicks the seatbelt off while he's still reaching over the console and giving your shoulder a chaste kiss.

“Hobie.” You chastise him but you can't help the smile appearing on your lips.

“What? Politicians are an exception, love.” Chuckling, knowing that he has won, he leaves the car and quickly makes his way to your side to open your door. All without missing a beat and before you could even pull the handle yourself. He's still smooth years later. Holding out a hand to you, he helps you get out of the family car. “Got the camera?”

“I thought you got it?” Your face falls, and Hobie grins, patting his back pocket. “Is this revenge for eating your yogurt?” You roll your eyes, smacking his bicep playfully. Still lean and full of muscle just like ten years ago.

“No, I don't hold grudges.”

“Says the man who always reminds me to always lock the back door with that same smug look.” You poke his cheek while your three children groan right behind him. Wincing, you give them an apologetic look as you hop down from the well loved van.

You notice that Kitt looks clammy in his suit you perfectly tailored just for him. Maybe he's still irked by how you almost made him late by taking numerous pictures of him, and with the family. He looks adorable in the dark three piece outfit, even though he specifically asked you to make him as menacing as possible for the debate. You can't help but pat his cheek and coo at him, making the youngest Brown swat your hand away.

“There was a bloody deer, love. It almost ate Billie's hair.”

“That's true. And she has a name y’know.” Billie says seriously, if you didn't know your daughter you'd think she was actually serious about it.

“Oh yeah, what's her name?” Mona loops her arm around Billie's as they walk towards the city hall. She gives you a look, signalling you that they're gonna go ahead and find a seat for everyone. You're so attuned to your girls that the three of you can have a wordless conversation.

“Uh, Darlene the deer? Duh!”

“Very convincing, Bee.” Their playful chatters wavers off as they go ahead inside the venue.

You don't worry too much as their figures shrink away into the crowd, knowing that they can handle themselves and they have the place memorized because they've been in the same place as their little brother in the debate club a few years ago. They've got the medals to prove it.

Hobie, always the charmer, holds your hand, and pats Kitt's head with the other, very careful not to ruin the hair they both painstakingly did for two hours this morning. Despite the comforting touches from you and Hobie, he still looks like he's about to faint in the parking lot. Add the fact that your chatterbox of a son is now quiet as a mouse, it's cause for concern.

Hobie gives you a look, brows pinched together and lips clamped shut. “You alright, little spider?” He leaves your side and crouches down to his height. Kitt is smaller compared to other kids his age, maybe his growth spurt courtesy of Hobie's genes; isn't coming in just yet. He is still only nine years old, or what he always says ‘nine and a half.’ Hobie's back is all scrunched up, boots folding but he doesn't seem to care while his attention is fully on his son.

“Dad.” He whines, lips frowning and pursed together. His expression reminds you of Hobie when he saw you eating his yogurt. “I told you I don't like gettin' called little spider anymore.”

“Alright then, Kitty.”

Kitt sighs and stomps his foot at the childhood nickname that his sisters gave him when he was barely a day old. “I don't like that either.” His frustration rolls off of him, making your instincts go off.

Hobie glances at you, now fully worried. “Sorry, what's botherin’ you, hm?” He gently rubs his son's arm, voice gentle and soft, one he reserves only for his family.

“I—” Kitt frowns deeper, your own eyes staring at you with tears building up in his lashes. “I don't know, dad.”

You crouch down next to Hobie, and Kitt immediately goes to your side and half hugs you. He hides himself or tries to as he forgoes getting embarrassed in front of so many people to hug his mum.

“Are you scared?” You ask softly as you rub his back. “It's okay to be scared, you know.” Eyes flicking towards Hobie, you can feel his heart cracking at the sight of his little boy looking so small and terrified in your arms. It reminds him of his own childhood.

“I know,” Kitt sniffs but hides his tears with a calculated wipe with his sleeve. “It's not like the same scared when dad was teachin’ me how to swim.”

“Where do you feel it, Kitt?” Hobie asks, one hand holding onto the small of your back and the other on Kitt's shoulder. “In your stomach?”

Your son nods, cupping his belly as you feel a tear slide down your shoulder.

“You're anxious, and that's normal.” Hobie winces when his youngest climbs onto your lap and you're forced to sit on the pavement. Good thing you're not wearing white or a skirt. “Kitt, it's alright, yeah? We know you prepared for this, you're ready.”

“What if I stutter? Just like durin’ nationals.” Kitt lifts his head up from your neck, cheeks wet and eyes shining under the sun. “Or what if I say something and he gets mad?”

“If you do stutter, you'll catch your words again, I know you will.” You accompany Hobie's words with a squeeze around Kitt's middle. His hands are sweaty on your shoulders, and his tear stained cheeks almost makes you want to carry him home. Almost. “And if he gets mad at you, he won't do anythin’, he's all bark and no bite, remember? Just like we practiced and researched.” He ducks to meet with his son's downturned eyes. “Just take a deep breath, inhale and exhale.”

“You'll do great, baby.” You reassure as you press a sweet kiss on Kitt's temple. “We'll be right there in the audience and if you feel stage fright just imagine that it's just us watching you.” Giving him another squeeze, you and Hobie can practically see his head churning.

“‘m just—” Kitt frowns deeply again, emotions swirling around him. “What if he does somethin’? He's so powerful, just like what we read.”

“Oh, sweetheart, is that what you were worried about?” Embracing Kitt, you cup the side of his head as if you're protecting him from unseen dangers.

Hobie smiles softly, a calloused thumb wiping away the tears. “Osborn was too, and dad stopped him didn't I?” Eyes shining, Hobie wraps an arm around him. “He won't do anythin' to us,” Hobie nudges Kitt, voice low and gentle. “If he does, he won't get close.”

Kitt's eyes widen, looking up at Hobie for comfort while you continue to hold him. “You'll go all Spider-Man on him?” He whispers.

“For him? I'll go Prowler.” You know that Hobie's completely serious. He's ready to don the other suit if it gets to that point. And this time, instead of protesting the appearance of the other vigilante from bygone days, you nod.

A smile slowly spreads across Kitt's face, expression brighter as he laughs. “No, you won't, dad.”

You play along, wiggling Kitt and laughing with him. Hobie smiles, but his previous comment lingers above you and him. “It's silly, right?”

“Very silly.” Kitt inhales deeply and untangles himself around you to hop off your lap. “Thank you, mum.” Giving you one last squeeze as he hugs you, you look over his shoulder to beam at Hobie while giving a thumbs up.

“No thanks to your old man?” Hobie opens his arms and Kitt chuckles as he goes over to his dad. He immediately embraces Kitt, shaking him in place until his boyish laughter echoes around the parking lot.

“Thanks, dad.” Kitt says in between giggles as Hobie lifts him up and carries him like he's still a two year old who was begging to be carried.

Hobie gives you a helping hand up while he balances Kitt on one arm, all the while his son tries to escape his grasp. You take his open palm with a smile. He then lifts you up on your feet and as you spring up, you quickly put your arms around them and press a kiss on Kitt's cheek.

He remembers to be embarrassed now as he makes a face and manages to escape from his dad's hold. “C’mon, Bee and Mon are waitin' for us.” He walks ahead of you and Hobie, making sure he looks both ways before crossing.

“Don't go too far, Kitt!” You exclaim and you see him walk slower for you to catch up but when he sees a teammate, he's running away towards them. “Great,” you sigh as Hobie wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you inside the venue. “Did we do good, Hobs?” Your shoulders sag as you lean on him.

“He's smilin’ now, lovie, ‘m sure we did.” Pressing a chaste kiss right on your temple, he resists the urge to kiss you again. “He'll do great.” As if reading your mind, he tugs you closer and squeezes your hip lovingly.

“Were you really serious about bringing *him out again if that happens?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as you two follow behind Kitt who was greeting every teammate, teachers, and parents he knows.

“Yes.”

You don't know why but the single word has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.

He leans towards the shell of your ear, whispering as his voice gets lower. A tone he only reserves just for you. “The Prowler can still come out even without a threat, y’know.”

Glancing at him, you smile, eyes conveying something the two of you only know. “I heard that his stuff is in the attic right next to the boxes of VHS tapes.”

Hobie's lips curl into a playful smile, mind taking note of the information.

—

It didn't take long for you and Hobie to find the twins in the venue. After dropping off Kitt backstage with another comforting hug and encouraging words, you almost immediately found your girls sitting right in the middle of the theatre with their bags on each seat they reserved just for you and Hobie. It's impossible to miss them with Billie's sparkling eyelids and Mona's frantic waving at the both of you.

Hobie's hand stays on your back while the two of you wiggle your way into your seats. The girls remove their bags off the chairs and scooch over to sit next to each other so you and Hobie could make kissy faces at each other without bothering them. Their words, not yours. They're not entirely wrong as Hobie's chin is perched on your shoulder while his hand idly draws shapes on your palm.

“There aren't any snacks in here?” Billie cranes her neck around to look for a vendor walking around.

“Bee, this isn't a football game.” Mona says, hand placed on her sister's shoulder to make her sit back down.

“They should have popcorn at least, with the beatdown that's about to happen.”

“I have cookies and tootsie rolls with me.” You say as you rummage through your purse that Hobie calls a black hole because he can never find what you asked him to get inside.

“Mum to the rescue.” Billie sighs dramatically as she reaches over Mona to grab the packet of cookies. “Thanks, mum.” Mona swats her away from her lap, making Billie giggle.

“How about you, mon-mon? Tootsie rolls?”

“Yes please, I'll share with dad.” She hands Hobie a piece, but he's too focused on the stage right where Kitt appears from backstage and into the debate team table. “Dad? You want some?”

You rub the back of his neck, smiling at him when he turns to you. “Mona's asking if you want some candy.”

“Sure, cheese.” Hobie smiles at Mona, who places a piece on Hobie's palm. He returns his attention back towards the stage, eyes honing in on Kitt who roames his eyes around the crowd as he tries to find the familiar faces.

“You want some too, mum?”

“No, thanks, baby, I'm good.” You take the candy from him and unwrap it. “He’ll be okay, Hobs.”

Hobie exhales, and opens his mouth for you to pop the candy in. With a chuckle, you toss it inside. “I know, I just hope he's not scared anymore.”

“He probably is, but he'll push through.” Cupping his cheek, Hobie gives your palm a kiss while your voice turns a softer tone. “Just like his dad, hm?”

“And his mum.”

Your heart swells as he stares at you softly. Just as you're about to get lost in his eyes, you see Kitt waving at you from your peripheral. Nudging Hobie, the two of you wave back. Mona does the same, giving him a double thumbs up.

“Let's go, Kitt!” Billie exclaims and Mona had to slink down on her seat from second hand embarrassment. You and Hobie chuckle as you look at your daughter with pride. “What? ‘m encouragin’ him.”

“Oh, you are, sweetheart.” Holding your hand out to her, she once again reaches over Mona to give you a squeeze while Hobie takes the opportunity to grab a cookie from her packet.

Kitt's grin from the stage shines brightly, seeing him looking better than he did back in the parking lot has you grinning back. “Let's go, Kitt!” Cupping your hands over your mouth, you cheer him on.

Hobie laughs and joins along while Billie laughs in her seat. “Knock ‘em dead!”

Mona looks like she wants the old theatre seats to swallow her whole. You place an arm around her, and she immediately hides her face on your side.

“I should've stayed at home.”

—

It's been thirty minutes since the event was supposed to start, and the politician is still nowhere to be seen on stage. They even played the national anthem without him. And yet the camera crew stays behind to film the whole thing, together with a known local journalist who will be the event's announcer. You could only hope that Kitt isn't too camera shy.

“Where's that wanker?” Hobie hisses in place.

“I already finished my cookies.” Billie sighs and pockets the trash. “At least Kitt looks calm.”

“He's in the zone.” Mona says, “he's going to destroy the guy when gets in.”

“When he gets in. He probably cancelled at the last minute.” Just as Billie says it, the blue suited man comes walking from the side of the stage to scattered applause. His security detail watch on from the sides and guards the doors.

“Thank you!” The blonde man takes the podium a few ways away from Kitt's table, waving to the crowd. The spotlights shine on him while the screens in the background show off the flag. It all makes Hobie's eyes roll. “Sorry I'm late, traffic.” He gives the crowd a smile that he always wears during the campaign, one that clearly isn't sincere from how his eyes are still and blank.

“That's it? That's his excuse?” Billie says and Mona shushes her sister. Billie flicks the shell of her ear in retaliation.

You can feel Hobie seething in his seat. The pleasantries start as the announcer welcomes everyone and presents the people on stage.

“Senator Robinson, welcome.” The mc greets him with a polite smile. “And of course our very own debate team from west London!” She says their school's name enthusiastically. “To start off, can you introduce yourself, senator?”

The suited man drawls his name on his tongue, eyes sharp as he greets the debate team who look at him with polite and curt nods. They'll dismantle him later, for now it's only pleasantries.

You inhale deeply, hands wringing together. Hobie cups both of your hands in his own, warmth seeping through you from his touch. He gives you a reassuring smile, leaning briefly to give you a chaste kiss to your temple. You hum thankfully as you squeeze his hand.

“It's my pleasure to be here. I always love helping out the children with their studies, just like in my platform where I'm planning to reform the after school programs.” The spotlights shine on him as he waits for applause, a few scattered claps reverberate in the near silent room. “Well, it's an honour to debate with you kids, how are you all doing? I hope you won't pull your punches!” He jokes, and a few chuckles can be heard. Kitt looks like he isn't having any of it.

“It's good to be here, senator.” A teammate of Kitt smiles tightly, her eyes shining under the harsh lighting. As the leader, she introduces herself and her fellow teammates and their team's achievements. Her serious demeanor is a far cry from how you last saw her at Kitt's birthday party where she ate a whole muffin in one go.

A hearty applause echoes around the venue. Billie even makes her claps louder and Mona makes sure that her sister doesn't scream out Kitt's name by glaring at her as a warning.

The announcer gestures towards the home team to start off the debate without any further delay. The leader glances at Kitt wordlessly, and you're on the edge of your seat.

The spotlights shine in his eyes, narrowed briefly as silence floats inside the place. Kitt glances at where his family is sitting, you and Hobie give him a comforting nod whilst his sisters beam at him. He inhales and stares directly at the senator, practically glaring at him. His expression reminds you of Hobie back when he was still the prowler. Hobie seems to share the same thought as he purses his lips and squeezes your hands.

“Senator.” The man smiles at Kitt briefly. “You said you're in for education and the children—”

“That's true.”

“Then why did you vote to cut the education budget durin’ your last term?” A collective gasp reverberates around the amphitheatre. You can feel Hobie trying to stifle a laugh right next to you. “Because of your vote, we didn't get a field trip to the museum like always, our after school programs are barely existent. Not to mention that because of you, our teachers still struggle to make ends meet.”

“Is that our son?” You mumble, blinking as you see the same kid you used to chase around the house to get a lizard from his hands. “Holy shit.”

“That's our son, love.” Hobie whispers to you, absolutely proud of his son as he watches Kitt speak like he owns the place.

“Is that bein’ for education, senator?” He finishes off. If only he had a mic to drop without damaging public property.

He catches the politician off guard. “W–Well, that's a very good thing to point out. You really don't hold your punches, huh?” He chuckles nervously and without humour. “And there was a very good reason for it, I had to vote yes on the budget cut so we could build a dam that saved a dozen rural areas during the last drought.” Chuckling, he once again waits for applause. “You lose some, you win some.” Eyes flicking at Kitt, you can see his jaw tightening.

“But this time, I'm going to make sure that we will win everything.” He continues, palm slapping at the podium for emphasis. Kitt's team are whispering amongst themselves. “I'm going to do everything I've planned, make it so every single one of my platforms get done for everyone's benefit. Not just in this city but for the whole country.” A lot more applause sounds out as the man smiles at the cameras.

The debate team reconvenes in their seats, and the leader nods at Kitt with fire in her eyes.

“Debate team, what say you?” The announcer asks.

Kitt clears his throat, and you unconsciously swallow down your nerves. Mona holds your bicep while Billie does the same to her sister. Hobie releases an anxious exhale, everyone's eyes are on your son.

Kitt straightens his back, palms splayed over his lap. “You had almost the same platforms and promises durin’ your last term, correct?”

“Well that's true—”

“Then why didn't you do all of those plans durin’ it then? You had the time, and the resources, but you decided not to. And now you're usin’ the same plans for your third run for senate.” The venue erupts in a collective applause, agreeing to his comment as the politician tries to speak above the noise and loosens his tie.

“Oh Kitt just fuckin’ killed him in broad daylight.” Mona chuckles out.

“Language, Mon.” You mumble as you stare wide eyed and proud at your youngest.

You and Hobie share a look, grinning from ear to ear as the whole debate continues further and the senator digs his own grave deeper.

—

Hobie crouches down as Kitt meets up with everyone backstage. The youngest Brown collides with the oldest, hugging his dad as they laugh.

“You were bloody brilliant, Kitt!” He holds him at arm's length, still carrying him as his legs dangle while you look over Hobie's shoulder with your chin perched atop it. Grinning at him and laughing along.

“Thanks, dad, but can you please put me down?” He seems embarrassed from the baby-like carry, so with a chuckle, Hobie puts him down.

“We're so proud of you, sweetheart!” You exclaim, opening your arms to hug him. You expect him to refuse but to your surprise, he bounds over to you and embraces you fully with his face nuzzling against you.

“Thanks, mum.” Kitt says softly while his sisters laugh and poke at him. Making him unlatch himself from you to swat at their teasing.

Hobie closes the small distance towards you, watching as his little family play fights in the middle of the hallway.

“He got that from me.” He whispers right on the shell of your ear.

“His genius or the questioning authority bit?”

Hobie shrugs, reaching for your cheek to cup it and tug you closer to him for a quick kiss. “Both.”

“I agonized for nine months only to birth your clone.” He laughs at your joke, and you shake your head with a smile while Kitt tries to escape from his sisters to no avail.

“He got your kindness though,” you gaze at Hobie with fond eyes. “Your laugh, and how good he bloody looks with a suit on. Seriously, you two should match next time.”

You slap his chest, laughing with him. “You ruined it. And that was one time, Hobie!” Kitt's high pitched yells have you turning your attention back to your children.

“The guy almost pissed himself!” Billie guffaws, taking her little brother and placing him on her shoulder while Kitt yells. “Good on you, kitty!”

“I think it's safe to say that he's not gettin' any votes from ‘ere.” Mona giggles as Kitt kicks at Billie, prompting her to let go of him.

“This is velvet!” Billie gasps, offended at the shoe mark left on her jacket.

Kitt hides behind your legs as he sticks his tongue out at his sister. Hobie pats his head, shaking it in his grasp.

“Right, genius, ice cream for dinner, just like we talked ‘bout?”

“Can we really?!” He asks, wide eyed and grinning.

“What—?” You knit your brows at Hobie.

“Run!” With a grin, Hobie quickly grabs Kitt and fireman carries him while the girls follow suit, giggling as they sprint away from you.

“I want ice cream for dinner too!” You bolt after them, smiling as you playfully chase your family.

[parachutingkitten]

Yeah, the body of the post was kind of half of a joke. A sort of "lol, Lloyd can't seem to teach the very basic fighting techniques that you apparently just need to do a training course a couple times to master." Like, I do understand that Arin is overcoming a mental block when he's with frak, but at face value, it is kind of funny how little actually happens within the span of a couple seconds, and suddenly Arin is able to do what Lloyd couldn't train him to for like two seasons now. But the tags were definitely more sincere.

Whether or not Kai likes teaching, he did willingly do it, and seemed to find some purpose in it, at least at one point. He did successfully teach all those kids how to fight effectively, he can clearly convey how to perform techniques successfully, at scale. And the mentoring we see him do with Wyldfyre is all extremely positive and effective. I'd argue him not teaching Wyldfyre spinjitzu is a pretty great move. He recognized that pushing her too much would have her lose interest, so he doesn't put too much on her. Unlike Arin, I do think Wyldfyre learning spinjitzu by this point feels unfeasible for her (with a healthy training schedule that is). But also, I think DR Kai just seems more well rounded and mature than Lloyd. He's got life a little more figured out. Also, throughout the show he always tends to have some great advice for his peers. Even if it's not directly teaching, he just knows how to talk to people. Not to mention, he's not going to have those self confidence issues that a plaguing Lloyd. So I do think he's a viable option to become a full fledged Master, or at least in a better position to handle the responsibility than Lloyd is at this point. But, Cole is a good option too. My only hesitation there is that we haven't really seen any of his training first hand. He acts much more as a parental figure than he does a mentor.

But also, I genuinely think it would be a cool and subversive thing for the show to do, if Lloyd's arc was about realizing he doesn't need to be the one center stage. If the pressure of being a master is too much for him, then maybe he shouldn't be one. It's okay to step back. To get help from others. Maybe he isn't naturally talented at conveying tangible information, and that's okay. If he sees the team as family, maybe it's more important for him to step into that fatherly position more fully, because being both a full time teacher and a parental figure can be a very thin tightrope to manage, and certainly isn't something everyone should attempt. Like, I think it would be a really great moment of humility if Lloyd were to realize part of why he's so stressed about becoming a Master is because he's refusing to delegate any of that responsibility. His self worth is tied up in how closely he can emulate this idealized version of his uncle (an impossible standard to reach), and that's a bad thing. In some ways, if he does succeed in his goal, it would feel kind of hollow, because it's proving his paranoia about living up to expectations right. If we can get Lloyd to a point where he is comfortable passing the baton to someone else, without feeling like a failure, without it degrading his self worth, THAT (to me) would be character growth. Not to mention it would be a cool parallel if he handed the role over to Kai, because it would be a direct inverse of Kai's true potential, realizing he needed to step back and let Lloyd prove his talents, and now Lloyd gets to return the favor by letting Kai prove his. The franchise comes full circle, you know?

Maybe Lloyd just shouldn't be a master.

He's clearly not very good at it. He's been trying it since season 5, and his first real students both take FOREVER to make any progress. Sora takes a whole season to unlock her powers, but apparently isn't taught spinjitzu in any of that time- the literal first thing we see taught to any of our characters in the original show. Arin somehow makes backwards progress with Lloyd, and then after doing like three poses with his friend seems to get it instantly.

Like... seems like he's just not very good at teaching. Maybe he should hand the position over to Kai, he's got a natural knack for it, a lot more experience, and a much higher success rate as far as I'm concerned. Master Kai for the win.

[perpetualfox]

Oh my god smug Gaz goading you to be a brat so Price’ll take his frustrations out on you (instead of him)

Make Me - Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and John Price x Fem!Reader [NSFW]

Warnings: Dub-Con, Brat Taming, Rough Handling

Wordcount: 1398

Gawrsh this took forever. I changed the vibes of it so many times, maybe I'll post the scraps of the other versions some day. Until then: this.

→“Spread your legs for me.”

→You lean back against the warm expanse of Price’s chest, a lazy grin sliding across your face. Gaz’s weight presses down on you, comfortably heavy in your lap; his hips slotted against your own, strong thighs caging you in on either side. You tip your chin up with a defiant air—it’s cheeky and playful, but defiant, nonetheless.

→“Make me.”

→“Ohhh, are you sure you wanna do that, babe?” Gaz’s eyes shine in the low light, a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish.”

→“I absolutely can finish it,” You buck your hips up, grinding your bare pussy hard and slow against him. The slick slide of your flesh against his cock—still frustratingly clothed in the thin grey cotton of his boxer shorts—pulls a groan from the pit of his chest. He twitches against you, and all of a sudden, you can really feel him: he’s filling out nicely by the second, chubbing up against the warm press of your body. You roll your hips again, a contented sigh on your lips as the length of him catches against your clit, “And you couldn’t stop me.”

→“Could so.”

→“Then prove it. You want me to spread my legs? Fucking. Make. Me.”

→And you knew he could. If he so desired, he could have you on your stomach, his tongue buried to the root in your pussy before you could even blink. He could hold you there, thighs spread so far apart your hips creaked in protest, until he’s had his fill of you; until you were sobbing his name; until it was the only coherent world your lips could form. And yet, he hasn’t.

→Why?

→The pleasant rumble of Price’s voice vibrates up through your back, “Play nice.”

→There’s a threat beneath the words—the growl of distant thunder on a picnic perfect afternoon. You know you shouldn’t push him, but oh how that tone makes you want to. It would be so easy—the words were all but pulling on your tongue, burning at the base of your throat.

→You lock eyes with Gaz, and it’s as though he can see into you, reading your thoughts as they surface in your mind. His expression is grave, a stern knot forming between his brows. He tilts his head, looking down at you with dark, serious eyes. The message is silent, but clear: don’t.

→You almost think better of it.

→Almost.

→“Make me, old m—”

→And Price’s hand is at your throat. On some level, you knew you were making a mistake, but it wasn’t until that large, calloused fist closed around your neck that you came to understand the sheer gravity of it. Your breath catches beneath the press of his fingers, and you can feel your eyes going large and round, eyebrows shooting up toward your hairline as you fight not to struggle against him.

→The serious edge of Gaz’s expression melts away, and in its place rises something else—something infinitely more frightening. He looks…smug. Terribly, terribly smug—the very picture of the cat who got the cream, and it’s then that you realize: you’d fallen right into his trap.

→‘Don’t,’ his eyes had said, but he had known you would. Of course he’d known.

→“Oh no.” Price’s voice is a growl, low and gravelly in your ear, “That shit doesn’t fly with me. Gaz might put up with it, but I—” His fingers tighten around you, constricting your throat just enough that you feel it; a buzzy, light-headed sensation at the very back of your skull. It’s enough to make your heartbeat kick up beneath his fingers, “…I am not Gaz. Understood?”

→“Y-Yes, Sir.”

→He barked out a laugh at that, “Oh, so it’s ‘Sir’ now, is it? What happened to ‘old man?’”

→“I-I…um…”

→“Shut up.”

→Your jaw snaps shut with an audible click.

→“So, you do have some sense. Good.” And with that, Price begins to move. His free hand trails down your body, thick fingers skimming across your flesh: your clavicle, your sternum, your stomach, coming to rest at the apex of your thighs. Gaz slid back, tilting his hips up, allowing Price room to maneuver with a hungry glint in his eyes. Those calloused fingers slipped between your clenched thighs with an ease that shocked you—as though he had met with no resistance at all. God, he could do anything he wanted to you, and what could you do to stop him? The idea sent a little thrill through you, a gush of wet heat blooming between your thighs.

→A shudder goes through you as his fingers find your clit, rubbing a tight, rough circle into the sensitive bud. Though his touch does not linger, it leaves you breathless, practically panting for more. He presses forward, fingers slipping against your slick flesh.

→“Is this what gets you off, eh? Being a disobedient little pest?”

→Your cheeks feel hot, your face burning up under his scrutiny. Though you open your mouth, your retort, whatever it may have been, tapers off into a broken gasp as he presses two thick fingers into you.

→“You might think you can act a brat with me, but you’re wrong. You haven’t the spine to do it proper; a hand around your throat and you roll right over.” His breath tickles against the nape of your neck. “But I’ll give you a chance—prove me wrong.”

→He crooks his fingers inside of you, rubbing hard against something that makes your vision fill with flickering stars. Your walls spasm around him and he laughs, fingers stroking relentlessly into that spot, “Go on then.”

→You bite your lip, trying desperately to think through the waves of pleasure that roll over you with each stroke of his fingers, but to no avail. A high, keening whimper slips past your lips. Gaz croons above you, a soft, almost condescendingly sweet sound, “Aww, baby! Does it feel that good?”

→Price’s hand slides up from your throat and grips your chin, his fingers digging into the meat of your cheeks. He turns your head none too gently, forcing you to look into his eyes.

→“That really all it takes? Just two fingers stuffed up your cunt, and you go brainless and pliant?”

→He looks to Gaz, a smile, wicked and keen as the edge of a knife spreading across is face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, “Pathetic, isn’t?”

→Gaz’s expression was a young mirror to Price’s, the sharp points of his teeth poking out between his plush lips, “Utterly.”

→“Now,” Price squeezes your cheeks together, “Look at me.” It takes you a moment for your eyes to focus, the heavy press of Price’s fingers inside of you, and the sight of Gaz, looming above you, his perfect cock leaking into his boxers mere inches from your fingers, it’s no easy task. Still, Price waits until he has your full attention.

→“There you are. The Sergeant gave you an order, didn’t he?” He bobs your head up and down, before turning your face back toward Gaz. He’s looking down at you with hooded eyes, warm and brown, and full of want.

→He’s practically glowing, basking in his triumph, and it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

→Price’s chin comes down to rest upon your shoulder, digging into the pressure point in your neck.

→“I suggest you do as he tells you. Or—” He slips his fingers out of your tight heat. “I’ll make damn sure you don’t get yours.” A sob tumbles from your lips as you buck your hips, trying to follow his fingers; to follow the pleasure he’s trying to deny you. You’re empty, desperately so after the stretch of his thick fingers—it was all you could do not to cry, to fall back against him and beg for something inside of you. “Understood?”

→You nod, but it isn’t enough. His hand comes down hard against your pussy. You jolt under his hand, a hoarse cry tearing loose from your throat.

→“Understood?”

→It takes you a moment to find your voice, thin and wavering as it is, “Y-Yes, Sir!”

→“Good. Sergeant?”

→Gaz’s smile is radiant as he leans in to caress your cheek. His palm is warm, his tough achingly tender.

→“I win. Now, open up, Sweetheart.”

→And you do.

→“Good fucking girl.”

[abirddogmoment]

I love seeing Rory run in the field!! Bird dog doing bird dog things!! You said in the tags you had different training and priorities with her vs Mav re: offleash running like that. What kinds of things did you do differently with Rory to be comfortable having her offleash at a distance with reliable recall?

I was writing a whole novel but really it boils down to this chart. Under the cut because it's (vertically) long.

In short, it's just as much about what I didn't do with Maverick as what I did do with Aurora.

(Edited to add: I am extremely fortunate to live in the prairies where the kind of visibility I need is easy to find. Use my experience to inspire your own training if you like, but don't use it as a recipe. I have my own goals and my own priorities and those are likely different than yours.)

Maverick:

🔵 Supremely confident from day 1

🔵 Came home in August (extremely good and exciting time for outdoor adventures)

🔵 Prioritized specific sports behaviours over foundational building blocks like engagement and cooperation

🔵 Learned bad habits from my older dog at the time (prey drive > recall)

🔵 Was indiscriminately prey driven. If it moved, he wanted to kill it.

🔵 I phased out treats too fast and didn't want to use an ecollar or long line

🔵 I focused on "social media dog behaviours" (think like walking extremely close to me on trails) and got frustrated when we couldn't meet these rather than meeting my dog where he was at. This created a lot of frustration in our dog adventures.

🔵 I practiced recalls constantly when I didn't have to, making them a tedious behaviour for him. I would recall him 20-50 times a hike for everything from "you're too far away from me" to "I want to take a photo".

Aurora

🟣 Came to me a little insecure and looked to me for reassurance

🟣 Came home in December (a cold and relatively boring time for outdoor adventures)

🟣 I prioritized engagement, cooperation, and name recognition from day 1

🟣 Practiced good habits by walking offleash in the snow either alone or with Pike (amazing recall)

🟣 Is extremely birdy, but is very very focused. She easily calls off deer or people/dogs in the distance because she mostly cares about birds.

🟣 Literally always gets offered a high value snack for recalling or voluntary check ins (I will never phase this out, I will carry chunks of cheese on offleash walks for the rest of her life)

🟣 I never practice recalls if I don't need them. This one is hard to explain, but once Rory understood that long whistle = come back as fast as you can, I don't whistle unless I really need to. I recall her an average of 0-3 times per hike (*based on visibility or wildlife*) and trust her to make good decisions otherwise. I keep my eyeballs on her 100% of the time and choose areas with good visibility, but I don't recall her just for being far away.

🟣 I limit hikes where I have to nag her often (think, in the woods where I dont have a great line of sight and have to remind her to stay close to me) to a few times a month or less so she doesn't start getting frustrated about it.

🟣 I trust the training I put into her and choose to run her in areas with (relatively) reduced risk if she makes the "wrong" choice. I don't nitpick everything she does and I let her make her own choices, within reason.

🟣 I have an interrupter cue to ask her to stop doing something before I call her back (if she's digging a hole and I want her to move on, I use "Rory, enough! Here!") instead of whistling at her.

🟣 I don't force her attention on check ins. If she runs back to me and doesn't want a snack and wants to run straight back out, I let her run back out.

🟣 I have anticipatory cues for the end of a walk so I don't have to recall her when we get to the end of the field.

I want to say that it's nerve wracking to watch my dog sprint at full speed hundreds of yards away from me. I have to fight the impulse to recall her just because she's far away. It's an exercise in trust because I'm always worried about her going over the horizon, or running into a wildlife, or falling into a hole, but it's an important thing to work on if you have a dog that needs that trust to thrive.

Mav and I were a good team, but I never fully trusted him outdoors. I always had my finger on the ecollar buttons ready for him to do an evil and need to be vibrated. It was exhilarating to watch him in the field, but it wasn't really fun or relaxing.

Rory and I built a much stronger foundation of trust (I personally never would have been able to do this if I had more than one dog). She doesn't know any tricks yet, but I'm super confident in her recall and ability to take direction in the field, even when she's sprinting as fast as possible.

[fungh0u1]

eeveryone says they love emo bitches until they meet one

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Help me power this shit up for this thursday pls

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[cuteniaarts]

Digitalised + coloured + redesigned version of my Suiren and Vaatu sketch from two days ago, as promised!!

Coming up with Suiren’s design was a very long process of trying and failing because after you’ve drawn 9+ different versions of one character, the creativity starts to run a little dry, but I’m actually really proud of this one, she looks absolutely adorable <3

(Also yeah I did mostly just scribble Vaatu’s pattern because who has the energy to draw the all out accurately. Not me, that’s who, I’m chronically tired. People who draw him on the regular have my utmost respect. He’s still a funky little guy though :D)

Bonus, Raava incessantly screaming inside Suiren (and being completely ignored because Suiren is tired of her) while all this is happening:

[thechosenanubis]

i have been rewatching rebelde way ( one of my childhood fave telenovelas) and oh my god... there are too many similarities with Hoa is kind of freaking me out lol

[dallonwrites]

the first chapter of lover boy is really intense on an emotional level because So Many Things happen in quick succession it's like beau barely gets a chance to breathe and process it. meanwhile RR opening chapter is just felix and dorothy arguing in a laundromat.

[emotional-support-demoman]

I just found out that my best friend got removed from our friend group because he shit talked them behind their backs and I hate to say that I agree with a lot of stuff he said about the friend group but I think I should feel betrayed or sad but I don't really care??? I have known these people for six years and I don't know what to do since I feel similarly about them like my best friend does

That sounds like ya in a bit of a frustrating position lad!

It might be worth having a calm chat about it if ya have known them for 6 years if they are any decent friends they will listen to what yeah have to say. It's never easy confronting friends about things especially if it's something that upsets them easily.

Sorry lad that's the best thing I can think of to that could help the situation it'll get better I promise. do what ever you think will help the situation and don't be afraid to state your opinion to them when it right.

You got this lad ya will get through this!

(((Ooc I know exactly how u feel)))