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softjeekies · 1 day ago

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Waiting After The Rain - 10

Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: mentions of nausea but no vomit, a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: oh this is a lil bit of a longer one compared to the other chapters, ended up at almost 4k words so i hope that’s okay ;)

previous chapter // next chapter(coming soon)

Minho is a lot of things. He’s a good cook, he’s easy to talk with, he’s a little weird, but he’s a good alpha. A lot of your time was spent watching the pack exist, it’s your way of getting to know them from the safety of your own bubble. It’s clear Minho is a very traditional alpha but not stereotypical, he doesn’t control, If anything the omegas control him, he’s wrapped around their pretty little fingers. He lives to provide for his pack, he frets over everyone and does everything in his power to keep everyone happy and healthy, if he were an omega he’d be the luna no doubt about it. Minho’s humor is dry and he can be a little snarky and playful but god does he melt for his pack mates. It’s endearing and draws you to him most days, so you found yourself nervously standing in the kitchen while he made breakfast. You’re now well into your second trimester, but you and your doctor are now certain the nausea was just something you’d have to deal with for possibly the whole pregnancy. You were in a way grateful though, after all the abuse and weight issues if the only problem you’d have to deal with this pregnancy was some nausea here and there you’d take it no complaints, okay maybe just a little complaining. Because you know the solution, your omega won’t let you forget it.

Need Alpha’s scent. Alpha will make it better.

The alphas had made it abundantly clear that they didn’t mind scenting you, no they wanted to do it, like really bad, their words, not yours. But the idea of asking for something like that outright, something so intimate made your skin crawl. You could often get away with standing closer to them or sniffing whatever they touched last. Nobody really noticed, until now. Minho doesn't mind your company in the kitchen, unlike Jisung who gets in his way, You are always to the side making polite small talk when you feel like it. Today you’re quiet and almost awkward. Minho can be a little awkward so he never bats an eye at your behavior but you were standing this time which really worries him. All of the boys are protective of you and want you to be healthy and rest well but Minho was probably the worst with this. If he had his way he’d hand-feed you every meal just so you’d really never have to lift a finger. Every few minutes he hears a sniffing sound come from your direction and once he realizes it clicks for him, you're looking for his scent.

“Are you not feeling good? Do you need me to scent you? I can ask Felix to finish cooking.” Your eyes go wide at his sudden voice filling the kitchen.

“No! I’m good, I can smell you from here.” Minho shakes his head and calls for Felix to come downstairs, Without question the omega appears in the kitchen.

“Everything alright?” Felix stands extremely close to you, he doesn’t think you notice but whenever he enters a room you’re in he stands close. You know this is equivalent to the way he holds Jisung from behind nonchalantly, but that much skinship was still a grey area for you guys and he respects that.

“Yeah I’m going to go sit with Y/N and scent her, can you finish breakfast?” Felix happily nods and guides you towards the alpha who takes you into the living room. He sits you both down on the couch and for a moment there’s only silence. Minho keeps his arms open, an open invitation for you to crawl into his lap and rest your head near the scent gland on his neck. After a few moments of silence, he thinks maybe words would be more encouraging for you.

“Please take what you need, kitten.” The pet name simultaneously shocks you to your core and turns you into a puddle. The alpha is already releasing more of his scent and it acts like bread crumbs leading you right to his lap. Your eyes close happily as you bask in his cinnamon scent, subconsciously rubbing your head on his shoulder scenting him as well. His hands don’t wander but they keep you secure in his lap, but not enough that you couldn’t leave if you wanted to. But something in Minho would rather you never leave, he loves all his pack members’ various scents but he knows nothing compares to a pregnant omega. Your milky sweet cherry scent is intoxicating, like a sweet drug he’ll be addicted to for life.

“Mhmm thank you for doing this Minho, Sorry I interrupted your cooking.” The alpha sighs at your apology. He's not mad at you, he’s mad at everyone before him who made you believe you aren’t deserving of this kind of treatment.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I want to be your alpha, and that means taking care of you. It’s my job.” Your brain feels fuzzy from the scenting, your lack of experience being scented, and your enhanced sensitivity to smells right now creating the perfect playground for you to spill stuff you wouldn’t usually say out loud.

“You’re a good alpha Minho. I wish everyone were like you.” Minho’s breath hitches at your kind words, he’s so pleased to hear he’s doing a good job but it hurts to know you weren’t always treated this way.

“I grew up in a very omega-centered pack. My mom is the luna of her pack and alphas are very rare in her family tree. When she found out I presented as an alpha she already knew she’d raised me well, surrounded by omegas being treated like the gods and goddesses they are but she made sure I promised her to always treat my omegas well. I always keep my promises.” As you melted deeper into the alpha’s embrace you felt it again, the feeling of another crack forming in the brick wall of protection you’ve built around yourself. This is nice.

The newfound intimacy leaves you feeling a little in your head for the rest of the day. If the pack is serious about courting you, should you be courting them back? How would you even do that? It isn’t lost on you that this is something you should already know. You’re still recovering from seeing your old alpha but when you told the pack about why it had put you into a headspace where you were scared of the alphas and omegas the two omegas had sat down with you and explained how important omega bonds are and how any omega who doesn’t look out for their fellow omegas is disgraceful. Felix and Han had put in so much effort basically teaching you how to truly be an omega, you’d even started to feel the closeness they’d talked about all omegas feeling with each other. They’d let you know you could go to them with any questions at all and yet it took a moment of hyping yourself up but you allowed yourself to gently knock on Felix’s door.

“Come in Y/N!” Felix’s voice is bright even through the door. You immediately enter, taking strides towards where he sits in his bed, but you're a little confused.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Well typically I can sense which pack member it is because we’re all mated, but since we’re not mated I can tell it’s you because I can’t sense it being any of the guys.” You stand there in shock for a moment.

“Oh, I’m not mated… I didn't know you guys could do that.” Felix takes note of your saddened expression and invites you into his nest where you sit together now.

“I’m sorry. You have a bite mark, we just kind of assumed.” Your hand makes its way to the scar on your neck, memories of the last few years replay like a horror movie.

“He never wanted me to bite him back, this bite only exists to warn others of his hold on me, no claim.” The omega looks at you with big sorrowful eyes, he still can’t fathom how much you’ve gone through. He pulls you to lean on him, and a gentle hand finds itself rubbing your back comfortingly.

“Don’t worry, you’re with us now sweetheart. Now what did you come here for? Not that I don’t adore your company but you looked like you had something in mind.” Felix gives you a smile for encouragement, taking pride in the fact that you sought him out for whatever you need.

“I guess, it’s kind of related. I wanted to know what I’m supposed to be doing, I mean I’ve never been courted. Do I court you guys back? How and when do I accept it? When is it over?”

“Of course you can court us back! The rest is up to you. You’ll get to let us know when we’ve won your heart and you want to be an official pack member.” The open-endedness of it all is unsettling, having this much control over the situation is a lot.

“I’ve seen courting in the movies but like what should I do? I can’t really get you guys gifts and stuff.”

“Well you don’t necessarily have to do anything, gifts are more given to show you that we can provide for you, we‘re showing you that we care about your needs and wants. You don’t have to give us gifts but you accepting the ones we give you is a part of courting, an important one too. Just reciprocate what we put out and you’ll be great at courting! You’re already doing so good baby, Minho hyung was telling me all about how well your scenting session went earlier. He’s been glowing all morning telling us about it.” Felix beams. His omega purrs at your efforts to let your guard down and accept the alpha’s help and affection. Out of all the pack, he’s probably the most nervous about the courting process, because the last thing he wants is for his pack to hurt you any further. The omega knows his pack sometimes more than he knows himself, he knows they would never purposely hurt you but he also knows how fragile you are, and he’d never forgive himself if you got hurt again. Someone barging into the room startles both of you but you settle once you see it’s Chan.

“Perfect! I was looking for you Y/N!” Chan smiles and walks towards Felix’s nest.

“For what?” Did you forget to do something? Is he upset that you let Minho scent you? Your scent sours and you’re hit with the smell of saltwater and warm sand, Chan clearly smelling how your scent soured and pushing out his scent to bring you back to reality.

“It’s nothing serious, we’ve just been talking as a pack and we’d like to get you a phone… if that’s okay with you? No pressure! We know you’re never really alone and you don’t go out but it’d maybe make you feel a little more independent and it would ease our nerves knowing you could contact any of us if you needed to.” The pack has had a lot of talks about you and how to handle all this, what they wanted, and how they should proceed. They never did anything without discussing it amongst themselves first, so the question doesn’t surprise Felix, he was expecting this talk with you to happen soon. Chan’s nervous smell makes you scrunch your nose but you can barely think about it before the anxiety settles in your stomach.

“That’s a lot of money, Chan. I don’t need a phone. I’ve never even had a cellphone before” Felix is the one who takes your hand.

“Come on, think of it as a courting gift! Remember what we talked about, sweetheart.” Felix’s big shiny eyes make you melt, he knows you’re eager to please and nobody can resist his puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, I’ll accept your gift.” You give Chan a nervous smile and he beams with satisfaction.

“Thank you! You and Felix go get dressed and we can go.” Your stomach dropping completely ruins the mood. You hadn’t left the house since the incident. Felix immediately takes note of your sour cherry scent and wraps his arms around you lovingly.

“I can’t go outside, he’ll find me again.” It’s clear you’re spaced out, possible scenarios running rampant in your head.

“No no, Baby he can’t hurt you. Especially not when we’re around. Do you want someone else to come with us? Maybe another alpha?” Chan suggests already thinking of other ways to ease your nerves if this doesn’t work.

“Can we ask Jeongin?” You mumble but luckily for you, Chan has no issue hearing your request, he hears it so well that he can’t help the blush that crosses his face at the idea of you wanting a pack member for protection.

“Of course, I’ll go let him know and we’ll head out of here as soon as you’re ready. We take this at your pace.” Chan gives you a comforting hug before rushing out of the room to find Jeongin.

“This is such a date,” Felix speaks matter-of-factly once you two are in the confines of your own room and you’re shocked your eyes don’t pop out of your head.

“What? No! Is that why you put on a cute outfit?” You let out a whine looking in your closet now deciding on a nicer casual outfit. Felix giggles at your obvious outfit detour due to his comment.

“So you think my outfit is cute?” Your blush makes the omega feel proud, Oh he’s never going to shut up about this.

“You’re always cute.” You can’t help but hide your face when Felix walks over to you and wraps his arms around your back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. But you crave more. The pack had limited affection to hugs, cuddles, and touches that linger for just long enough to leave a warm blush across your face. But something deep inside you craves a kiss, just one, you’d never be greedy.

“I gotta be extra cute if I want to impress a goddess like you.” You’ve never been so flustered in your life, weaseling your way out of the omega’s grasp to finish getting ready.

The walk down to the front door feels heavy, your alpha waiting for you there does only a little to help ease your nerves. Jeongin knew you’d be nervous, he’d spent the entire time waiting for you to get ready, hyping himself up to be the best alpha he could be for you at this moment. When he sees you on the staircase he almost short-circuits and forgets everything he’d planned. His omegas were the most ethereal beings on this planet, There’s no one as lucky as him he’s sure of it, well besides his other pack members. He hopes they know how lucky they all are.

“Hi baby, you look so beautiful. Do you want me to hold your hand? I won’t let go unless you say so.” The warmth of the blush on your face grounds you a bit, and without a word you take Jeongin’s hand. Felix and Chan walk to the car first with Jeongin letting you take the lead. The first step out the door is the hardest but the alpha never rushes or scolds you, just encouraging whispers and his thumb rubbing smooth circles on your hand all the way to the car.

The walk into the mall is a whole different beast and this isn’t lost on Jeongin.

“Before we go in, do you want us to scent you? We’ll never leave your side but if you’re covered in our scent nobody will even look at you.” Your heart explodes at the prospect, nodding eagerly allowing the three men to douse you in their scents. On the verge of being scent drunk, your mind fuzzes ever so slightly, just enough to take the edge off.

In the store Jeongin stands with his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, his thumb generally rubbing the side of your bump. Chan decided to just get you the same phone most of the guys use since you don’t know much about phones but he’s showing you the different sizes to see what you like. Luckily the smaller of the two sizes feels more comfortable in your hands, since you noticed it was cheaper.

“Y/N! Look, this phone case has cherries and lemons on it, it’s literally us! You should get it.” The omega nods in your direction showing you the phone case in his hands. It is cute you’ll admit that.

“I mean you do need a case, why not get one that reminds you of Lixie!” Jeongin’s encouraging words are enough to get you to give in, that and Felix giving you those damn puppy dog eyes again.

You purposely zone out while Chan is paying, still feeling unworthy of anyone spending this kind of money on you.

“Oh this is going to be so much fun, I’m going to text you all the time you’ll be sick of me.” Felix is buzzing with excitement as you walk, so excited he begged for you all to go to the food court right now so he could get your phone set up and show you how to use it. You’ve seen cellphones before, in media and in real life, you’ve just never had one so it shouldn’t be too foreign for you but you wouldn’t dare ruin the omega’s fun.

“Felix we are home together almost every day.” Felix looks at you a little shocked for a moment before a smile covers his face.

“Home? You haven’t exactly called it home yet… I really like that.” At this rate, the whole mall will smell like warm lemon tarts with how much Felix’s sickly sweet scent has spiked.

“Oh, I guess I haven’t. Is that okay? That I call it my home.” You look between the men and they all look back at you with looks you still aren’t quite used to seeing, their eyes full of love and adoration for you.

“Yes! Of course, it’s your home now!” Chan pipes up and you take a deep breath, you feel good.

“You guys get the phone set up and I’ll go grab us some tteokbokki.” Jeongin runs his hand over your back as you sit down at the table, just to let you know he’s still there for you.

“Y/N doesn’t really like spicy food so make sure you get her the rosé one just like mine!” Your mouth gapes open slightly, completely shocked Chan remembered that, but before you can think too much about it Felix calls your attention.

“I put everyone’s number in here and added you to our pack group chat so you can text or call us whenever you want!” You smile as he continues to show you the apps he downloaded and how to do certain things.

“Thank you for the phone.” You bow your head to them, hoping they understand how appreciative you really are.

“Oh yeah of course! You need a phone so we got you one. It’s really no big deal, I’m glad you enjoy your gift.” Jeongin comes back to Chan looking at you so lovingly his heart is as warm as the food at this point.

As you eat, no, devour your rice cakes you feel a little sauce fall onto the side of your lip but before you can grab a napkin there’s already one on your cheek.

“Messy baby.” Jeongin giggles as he wipes the sauce from your face.

“Were you watching me eat?” You raise an eyebrow at him, you weren’t weirded out just confused. But yes, he absolutely was. The alpha started off just wanting to keep an eye on you and make sure you were eating and enjoying yourself but he quickly became enthralled by how content you looked. Seeing you enjoy the food he got you and looking so safe by his side just does things to him and his alpha.

“I like looking at my pretty omega, is that a crime?” Jeongin’s smirk alone has your omega doing backflips, and your mind swirls with thoughts of how attractive he actually is.

“Do as you please.” You brush it off and finish up your food. He doesn’t take any offense to this, he has no intention of pushing your boundaries so he doesn’t mind that you don’t want to keep the flirty banter going. Slow and steady, everything at your pace.

At home, the pack agreed to give you some space to play with your new phone. Jisung made sure to download the games he likes to play so here you were playing these silly games well into the night, well before your game time was interrupted by a knock on your door.

“Hi princess, I missed you today. Can I join you in your nest?” Placing the phone on the side table you nodded eagerly for Changbin to join you. Changbin knew you had such a good day and he wants you to keep having these good days so that’s why he had to follow through. With his arm draped over your waist, he thinks about how precious you’ve become to him in such a short time. It wasn’t the first time he fell fast, he could think of seven other times his heart wrapped itself around another wolf so quickly like this.

“You know I’d do anything for you two right?” Changbin’s words would have shocked you more if you weren’t already so sleepy in his arms.

“I think you proved that in the parking lot, Binnie.” Your mumbled response is followed by quiet. The alpha waits until he hears your breathing completely level out and he’s certain you’re safe and asleep before he gently slips out of your nest leaving you with a feather-light kiss to your temple before making his way to the front door.

“Where are you going?” Minho’s voice causes the younger alpha to pause for a moment.

“Finishing some business.” The older alpha tilts his head before walking towards the door and putting on his own sneakers.

“I’ll come with you.” Changbin is a little shocked. Does he know what he’s agreeing to? He has to. There’s something unspoken between the two alphas.

They would both do anything for you and your pup.

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itzserein · 3 days ago

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"Can you feel me now?"

Sophia Laforteza x Fem!reader no plot just pure smut, sub!Sophia, dom!reader, bondage, fingering, slight praise k!nk

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A/n: would you guys believe that this is my first time writing smut ever? crazy haha I was supposed to upload this a few days ago but got busy and shit, anyways this was inspired by one of ace's asks (this specifically) hope you guys like it <3

You’re not fully aware of what you had gotten yourself into. Your thoughts were just all over the place at this moment and you were still here, trying to piece everything together.

After all, you never would have thought that your girlfriend was into that kind of stuff and yet here you were, watching as your gorgeous girlfriend moved her hips on your thigh, writhing her body and whimpering, while she begged for you to just move already.

You couldn't help but stare at the state she was in. Hands tied around her back, hair sticking all over due to the amount of sweat covering her, body littered with hickey's and bite marks, mouth wide open mid moan.

She looked helpless, and you couldn't help but feel proud that you were the one who had brought her into such a state.

The two of you were just having a simple conversation earlier about what you guys could do to improve your sex life and suddenly the topic of being tied up was brought to light. You thought that she was joking at first to be honest, but you're even more surprised when she suddenly brings out some handcuffs from one of your drawers that you didn't even know you guys had owned until now.

She smirked at your reaction, twirling the handcuffs around her hand like it was the most normal thing in the world "Wanna test it out?" she had said, teasingly.

The next thing you knew, you were leaned against the headboard, gripping onto her hips as she kept grinding, trying to gain some sort of pleasure since you weren't doing anything. It wasn't enough though, she needed more and you knew it, you knew that you needed to move to help your beautiful girl.

The only thing is you can’t, you were so entranced by the sight of her, just absolutely stunned by how gorgeous she looked on top of you with the marks you yourself left scattered all across her body.

It was wonderful, she is wonderful.

“Y/n please-” she lets out another whine, begging for you to just do something already.

It's only then you snap out of your trance, you knew that you needed to help her relieve herself. So without any warning, you plunged your finger into her, drawing out another moan from the girl.

“You look so pretty like this Soph” you mumbled under your breath, leaving light kisses on her neck.

The Filipina only moans louder at the compliment and without a second thought in her mind, she's bringing her hips down onto your hand. Sophia leans down onto your body overwhelmed by everything she was feeling and her body just completely surrendering to the pleasure it brought her.

Her head is buried into the crook of your neck, her moans muffled and you don't like that, not one bit.

You want to see Sophia, you want to hear each and every sound she makes loud and clear. You want to watch her fall apart for you. So you stop your movements, moving your other hand that is initially holding onto her waist moves up to her shoulder.

You push her upper body away from yours and grab her by the chin with that same hand just to make her look at you. You can't help but lick your lips as you see her dazed look and you'd honestly like to see Sophia like this more often. All fucked out just for you.

“Let me see you, I want to see you fall apart for me beautiful” you told her, not bothering to let her give you a proper reply as you slip a second finger inside of her tight pussy and thrust harder into her.

She gasps at this and whines, trying to free herself from the handcuffs so she could hold you close “Baby...please let me touch you at least?” she pleads again but you just chuckle, curling your fingers up on that sensitive spot in her that you know oh so well.

Sophia moans louder, eyes rolled back when she feels your fingers hit that particular spot in her but you tighten your grip on her jaw bringing her gaze back to you.

“Look at me baby”

And she does, despite everything she doesn't dare disobey you, afraid that you'll stop again. The Filipina could only moan out for you, whimpering about how good it feels and the fact that she couldn't do anything but grind her hips onto you harder was turning her on more than it should.

The more she tried to free herself from her restraints, the more helpless she felt and she unknowingly clenched harder around your fingers at the thought. You felt it and you smiled "Such a good girl, already gonna cum?"

She only nods, her moans coming out whinier and her hands that are restrained behind her become even more restless. Wanting to touch you, feel you in any sort of way but you ignore all this and just kiss her cheek "I've got you my good girl."

And as if on cue that brings her over the edge. The girl is shaking so violently that you have to wrap your arm around her and pull her closer to you, letting her know that she's okay and that you've got her. You slow down your pace not wanting to overstimulate her but you still do your best to milk every last drop from her.

Once you know that she's done you peck her lips multiple times, telling her how good she did for you.

When Sophia's calmed down you slowly remove your fingers making her groan at the loss of contact but she doesn't complain anymore than that. You laid her down on the bed beside you and reached out for the keys of the handcuffs to finally free her.

Her hands immediately go to, pulling you onto her and just hug you tightly. You could only smile at her clingyness "Are you alright baby?"

"Yes thank you so much" she says as she reaches up to kiss your jawline.

"We're definitely doing that again aren't we?" you ask and you laughed when she is immediately nodding a yes.

Safe to say your little test went better than expected.

wc: 1k

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 day ago

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Matching Scars

The Bradfords Series Masterlist (Part 7)

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!cop!reader

Summary: While engaged in a high-speed car chase, Tim and Lucy watch as the suspect runs into your shop. As Tim pursues the fleeing driver, he can only think of you and his fear of losing you. The comfort and the scars that follow remind Tim why he fell in love with you.

Warnings: angst, car accident, injuries/scars, fear, nonsexual partial nudity (Tim helps r change clothes), fluff and comfort

Word Count: 3.1k+ words

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A heavy hand dragging across your waist pulls you from your sleep. Tim is getting out of bed, his arms stretched above his head when you open your eyes. The expanse of his bare back draws you in, and you press your hand to his lower back as you move toward his side of the bed. You brush your finger over a scar just above his hip bone, the memory of an incident in Afghanistan that lost its power over him when you touched him the first time.

“Morning,” he greets lowly, leaning into your touch.

“Good morning,” you reply. After yawning, you ask, “What time is it?”

“Quarter ‘til four,” he answers.

“Ugh. Better you than me.”

Tim chuckles, shaking against your hand. He was called in for an early shift, and though your schedules are no longer aligned, you’re glad you don’t have to get out of bed yet.

“I’ll make dinner when I get back,” Tim offers, though you suspect he’s finding something to say just so he doesn’t have to leave your side yet.

“Don’t worry about it,” you murmur into the pillow. “I can pick something up. You’ll be tired, if not asleep, by the time I end my shift.”

“See you later?” he asks.

“Of course. Be safe.”

“You, too.”

You’re asleep again by the time Tim returns to kiss your cheek and tell you he loves you. You’ll be at the station in a few hours, and he’ll hear your voice on the radio as always. It doesn’t make leaving you any easier, he thinks as he places a fresh glass of water by your side of the bed and double checks that your favorite drink will be waiting under the Keurig for you when you wake.

“7-Adam-12 responding.”

Tim sighs when he hears you speak over the radio. He’s already getting a little tired, and it’s not even mid-morning. Knowing you’re nearby helps him calm down slightly, something Lucy is sure to appreciate.

“That’s the fifteenth traffic call in less than an hour,” Lucy muses. “I think the phase of the moon is making people act different, drive faster.”

“Chen,” Tim begins, “people speed because they think they’re stupid, not because there’s a waning crescent in the sky.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself.”

“7-Adam-12, requesting Bradford switch to channel 4,” your voice says over the radio.

Tim flips the dial to 4, then lifts the radio toward him. “Bradford, go ahead.”

“Guy I just picked up for going 70 in a 35 says there was some kind of contest,” you say. “Heard anything about that?”

“Contest? To do what?”

“See who- shut up.”

“Bradford?” Tim asks, drawing his brows together.

“Talkative bunch today,” you sigh tiredly, and Tim imagines you scrunching your nose before you continue. “He said someone posted an anonymous message in a chat room promising a Lamborghini to whoever could get the highest speed without getting a ticket.”

“Do you think there’s any merit to that?” Lucy asks Tim.

“If my wife thinks the guy could be trusted, there’s enough merit,” Tim answers. “One of the tools you always have as a cop is your character judgement.”

“I didn’t want to believe him,” you continue, “but he has texts from other people talking about the bet. He insisted on showing them to me… amongst other things.”

Tim rolls his eyes, no longer surprised by the actions of people trying to get out of a ticket or being arrested.

“I haven’t heard anything, but I’ll pass it on to Nell and Angela, see if they’ve got anything,” Tim offers.

“Great,” you answer. “Thank you.”

Tim places the radio back in the console just before a noise disturbance call comes through. It’s been a busy morning, he thinks. Maybe it is the phase of the moon.

“Hey, stranger,” you call, smiling as you wave over the rolled-down window.

“Mom!” Lucy exclaims. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“We need to get coffee soon and catch up,” you tell her. “Ooh, or you could come over and we could do that 24-hour reading challenge you keep sending me.”

“You need to leave my wife alone,” Tim grumbles, leaning toward the wheel to see you.

Your look is enough to make him shake his head and offer a half-hearted apology.

“If you want an invite, just ask,” you joke.

“You want pizza for dinner?” he asks.

“That sounds good,” Lucy interjects.

“Chen,” Tim begins.

“All units, reports of a drunk driver – identified as a male driving a white 2010s Nissan Altima - speeding on West 3rd Street, traveling westbound. Latest call places him east of La Brea,” Nell alerts over the radio.

You and Tim look up simultaneously, similar expressions on your face as you mentally plot a route to intercept the driver.

“What are the odds he’s not drunk and is another one who took the message seriously?” you wonder.

“LAPD posted a bulletin that the guy was a fraud, and the message was taken down,” Tim reminds you.

“People are stupid,” Lucy says, quoting one of Tim’s favourite ways of explaining human behaviour.

“Suspect vehicle turned on Hauser,” another officer adds.

You immediately pull your gear shift down, and Tim is less than a second behind you.

“Go back, I’ll get behind him,” Tim tells you.

Nodding, you press your gas pedal to the floor as you turn on your lights and sirens. You reverse, then turn onto Dunsmuir Avenue. You’ll cross Wilshire, then cut down 8th or 9th Street to cut the suspect off. It will require a lot of speed and impeccable timing, but Tim Bradford is with you, and you trust him more than anyone else in the world.

Lucy notifies dispatch and the other officers in this patrol area that you’re pursuing the car as Tim speeds toward Wilshire behind the suspect car. He slows long enough to ensure that cars will remain stopped, then crosses. Lucy grips the door handle as Tim steers into a wide turn, speeding down 8th Street.

“Tim,” Lucy shouts, moving her hand toward the roof of the car.

He doesn’t have time to hit the brake, doesn’t have time to reach for the radio, doesn’t have time to warn you. As you cross 8th Street, likely planning to cut him off before he could reach Olympic, you don’t see the Altima you’re looking for. The man drives directly into your shop, swerving after his front bumper collides with the tail end of the shop.

Tim slams on the brake as your shop flips. He grips the wheel as the tires squeal, unable to look away as your shop rolls again, slamming down into a front yard after two complete flips across the road.

“He’s bailing,” Tim says suddenly, throwing his door open as the man jumps out of the Nissan and runs north, back toward Wilshire.

Tim’s chest tightens as he runs behind the man. He hears Lucy’s hurried voice through the radio on his belt, hears her footsteps against the pavement behind him. As pain like fire spreads through him, Tim pushes himself to run faster, desperate to stop the man who may have killed you. He needs to go back, get you out of the shop, do everything he can to keep you with him. By the time he catches up with the man, shoving his hands against his shoulders, Tim doesn’t hear Lucy behind him. His radio is filled with overlapping voices as he drops his knee between the man’s kidneys, ignoring his pained yell.

“Shut up!” Tim barks, pushing his hand down onto the man’s upper back before securing the first cuff around his right hand. “That cop you just hit? That’s my wife,” Tim seethes, shifting more of his weight onto the man beneath him. “If you took her from me, this speeding prank will be the least of your worries.”

A patrol car pulls alongside Tim, and the moment the door opens, Tim stands and runs down the road. He barely feels the road beneath him, feeling as if he’s moving through molasses, hyperfocused on your totaled shop littering someone’s front yard. When he slows, approaching the corner, he hears someone crying. The windshield you smile at him through every day is crushed, lying in a mangled mess in the nearest driveway.

An officer looks up at Tim, an expression of sympathy he’s too familiar with on her face.

“Lucy,” Tim whispers, because he can’t bring himself to hear your condition yet.

“She’s right here,” the officer says, gesturing around what’s left of the back of your shop.

Tim holds his breath as he takes the final steps separating him from your seat. Lucy is kneeling on the ground, tears streaming steadily down her face as she holds your hand. You’re lying in the grass, not moving.

Then, just as Tim is thinking about everything he should have said but didn’t, Lucy whispers something. And you laugh, squeezing her hand.

“Where’s Tim?” you ask, a little breathless but otherwise seemingly fine.

“Dad’s probably trying to kill the driver,” Lucy mumbles.

Tim takes another step toward you, then falls to his knees. You open your eyes when you hear him, your gaze softening when you see the fear on his face. Tim doesn’t see any injuries on you, but he moves slowly as he places his hands on you. When you nod, sending tears cascading over your cheeks as your lower lip trembles, Tim doesn’t hesitate.

He pulls you against his chest, raising his hand to cup the back of your head as he cradles you in his arms. Lucy releases your hand before you press your palms to Tim’s uniform shirt.

“I’ve got you,” Tim whispers.

You let all of your feelings in then, not caring that you sob against your husband’s chest. The fear you felt, the uncomfortable sensation produced by adrenaline draining from your system, and the reality of your situation collide in your mind, making you emotional. Tim only holds you tighter, pressing his forehead against your hair as he whispers to you.

When your tears slow, your breathing evens despite the echo of sirens approaching from every direction. Tim removes one arm from you, nodding when you glance up at him.

Lucy takes Tim’s invitation, colliding against his side but careful when she wraps her arm around you. The group hug leads you to sigh shakily, but you cling to your family, as dysfunctional as it is.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Mom,” Lucy whispers. “I’m making whatever you want for dinner tonight. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Lucy,” Tim says with you.

“Wait,” she murmurs, pulling back from the hug to look at Tim. “Can I come over and cook for you both? Check in on everything before I leave?”

“You already invited yourself over, Chen,” he points out. “No point asking permission now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep procedure,” she says. “I should have stayed with you, but I couldn’t stand not knowing, and she was alone.”

“Lucy,” Tim interrupt firmly. “Thank you for checking on her, for getting her out.”

Lucy opens her mouth, then nods. Sergeant Grey slams a car door, leading Lucy to excuse herself from your embrace and approach him. Tim moves his arm down your back, freezing when you hiss in pain.

“Get a medic over here,” Tim demands of a nearby officer.

“I think it’s just a scratch, Tim,” you argue.

He pulls his hand from your back, nodding when he sees there isn’t any blood on his skin. It’s not enough confirmation, though, and he still wants to hear it from someone who knows what they’re looking for. The EMT that jogs over laughs at your insistence that nothing could possibly be wrong.

“Well, you are what we call miraculously unscathed,” he announces after a moment. “Other than a scratch on your lower back that I bandaged, there’s no sign you were in that car. I’d recommend getting a few x-rays and scans to ensure there’s no internal damage, but I see no reason you’d need to be admitted today.”

“Thank you,” Tim says, nodding as the man stands.

He turns toward Grey, who lifts a set of keys from his pocket.

“I took the liberty of driving your truck over. Your bags are still in your lockers, of course, but I thought you’d want a way to leave on your own… no matter what happened,” Grey says. He looks down at you and sighs. “I’m glad you’re okay, kid.”

“Tim would have been insufferable if you weren’t,” Lucy adds, successfully lightening the mood.

You lean away from Tim and take a deep breath, preparing yourself to get up. He clicks his tongue as he moves forward.

“You don’t-“ you begin. Tim cuts you off when he hooks one arm under your knees and wraps the other around your waist. Pushing himself up, he moves effortlessly, holding you against his chest as he moves toward his truck.

“I’ll be by later, Mom,” Lucy calls after you.

You wave as Tim buckles the seatbelt over you. The dozens of officers that have gathered around you stand at attention, saluting you.

“Wait,” you request, lifting your hand to Tim’s chest. “I want a picture with the shop.”

“I know we all have a dark sense of humour, but… are you sure?” Tim checks.

“I walked away from that. Well, I would have if you hadn’t carried me,” you point out. “Please?”

Tim nods and takes your hand as you slide from the seat. The first picture is just you, but then every other officer finds a place around the shop, smiling as an unsuspecting neighbor taps the camera shutter with a shaking hand.

“There’s the station Christmas card,” Grey muses, glancing over Tim’s shoulder to see the photo. “Now go home. Get some rest and keep us updated.”

Tim closes your door, glances at Lucy, and stops.

“Are you okay?” she checks.

Tim pulls Lucy into a hug, whispers, “Thank you,” then steps back and joins you in his truck.

“Are you alright?” Wade asks, watching Lucy stare at her boots.

“I know it was just the relief talking,” she begins, “but that felt like progress. And he let me call him Dad.”

Wade pats her shoulder stiffly. “Don’t get too carried away.”

Tim kneels at your feet the moment the front door closes. He unlaces your boots, tugs them off, and tosses them into the bin by the door before he stands and cups your face in his hands.

“I’m okay,” you promise softly, spreading your fingers over his chest.

Tim nods before he leads you into your bedroom. Carefully, he removes your uniform, leaving you in a t-shirt and your underwear. He’s gentle, reverent, respectful, and quiet.

“Why aren’t you talking?” you ask, your voice tight.

Watching Tim’s back, your concern about the answer shifts, worried that you did something or said something you don’t remember. When your husband turns toward you again, tears have pooled at his waterline, his jaw is clenched tightly, and his hands are gripping his pants so hard his knuckles are white.

“I thought I was going to watch my best friend die today,” he says, looking up when he blinks. “When I got back and everyone was just standing there, not wanting to talk to me, I thought it was too late. I never should have left you, not after watching what happened.”

“Tim,” you sigh, stepping forward to take his hands. “You were doing your job. You did exactly what you were supposed to.”

“You wouldn’t have done it,” he argues, pressing his tongue against his cheek.

“No,” you agree. “But you’ve always been a better cop than me.”

Tim shakes his head, but you tighten your grip on his hands, and he understands your instruction to stop arguing. He kisses your forehead, then pecks your lips.

“Do you want to finish changing?” he asks.

“Please,” you answer, releasing his hands.

Tim lifts your favourite pajama set out of a drawer and sets it on the bed. His fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt before he looks at you, asking for permission to remove it.

“Yeah,” you murmur, familiar with his need for verbal confirmation.

Tim pulls the shirt over your head and throws it over his shoulder, sending it directly into the hamper.

“Show off,” you scoff.

He rolls his eyes, but you see the smile on his face as he pulls the pajama bottoms open. You place one hand on his shoulder for balance as you step one leg in, then the other. Tim pulls the fabric over your hips, spreading his hands over your waist when they’re set where you like them. His finger brushes the bandage on your back before he reaches for your shirt.

“Did you realize it’s in the same place as your scar?” you question. “The scratch?”

“I guess it is,” Tim responds.

You raise your hands to Tim’s jaw and kiss him, not caring that he drops your shirt to the floor so he can hold your waist. You’re both breathless when you pull back, but you keep your hands on his cheeks and hold his gaze.

“Stop blaming yourself,” you demand.

“Yes, ma’am,” Tim whispers, smiling when you close your eyes and scrunch your nose.

Someone rings the doorbell, so Tim opens a drawer and pulls one of your favourite t-shirts out.

“She has an hour,” Tim says as he pulls the shirt carefully over your head.

“Be nice,” you murmur.

“To you,” he agrees, pushing his hand under your shirt to trace the skin around your bandage.

You shiver at his touch, already imagining the inevitable moment when he kisses that spot. Lucy rings the doorbell again, so you separate yourself from Tim and follow him into the living room. He points at the couch, so you take your place there and wait for him to invite Lucy inside.

That’s my best friend, you think as he nods along to Lucy’s rambling as soon as he opens the door.

“Wait, tea?” you ask, interrupting Lucy’s explanation of what she brought. “That sounds amazing.”

Tim assures Lucy he can follow the instructions on the box, leaving you to talk to Lucy. And comfort her, you realize quickly, because she was more scared than she let on when she helped you climb out of the caved-in shop door earlier. Tim walks behind the back of the couch after he finishes making the tea, dropping a kiss to the top of your head before he takes his place beside you.

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virahaus · 2 days ago

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Hi there! So, I’m new to the Star Wars fandom, and I’ve just recently discovered the Anakin x Obi-Wan ship — and I really love them already. Even though I haven’t started watching the movies or series yet, I really like the dynamic between Anakin and Obi-Wan.

I was wondering, what do you think about bottom!Anakin and top!Obi-Wan?

Because, even though there’s a bit of a balance in fanfics, it seems like there are slightly more bottom!Obi-Wan stories than bottom!Anakin ones.

But personally, I really want to find pages or channels that focus more on bottom!Anakin and top!Obi-Wan content :)))

I’d be really happy if you could help me out and recommend some channels or creators who analyze that dynamic well!

Hello there!

First of all, welcome to our obikin fandom! Always a pleasure to find new members.

Well, you have come to the right person about this because I'm the mod of the page @topwan-obikin which is focused on top!Obi-Wan/bottom!Anakin dynamic and I'm an author who writes that particular dynamic. You can say I very much love it eheh. In the topwan page I host the topwanfest and some other events focused on this dynamic, plus we also have a discord server who is open to all obikins who want to join!

I can also direct you to some incredible authors who write/draw top!Obi-Wan/bottom!Anakin, while some instead write them as vers, and also some fic recs! If you have any other requests/questions please let me know <3

@exonerin has a vast collection of fantastic topwan fics and I encourage you to check them out! My personal favourite is Eight of Cups because I'm a sucker for canon divergence fics and time/dymensional travel ahah

@tideswept is an amazing author (and my bestie <33) and she also writes topwan fics! My personal fav is her series the bones of a miracle which is a modern au and has werewolf Obi-Wan, one of my guilty pleasures.

@ragnarlothcat is one of the most beloved authors here and also has a great collections of really good fics! My favourites from her are the modern AU series a la carte and the fic The bottom of the ninth which is a sports Au about baseball which is really enjoyable even without knowing anything about the sport (and I can attest to that since I know next to nothing about baseball).

wesnensky writes some really really good smut and I totally recommend to give her ficlets a go!

@teaandjumpers a great author with some really amazing fics, my favs are Learn to Fly High and That's my Type.

@tomicaleto is one of og in fandom and she's both artist and author! I urge you to check her out. My fav fic of hers is The strongest starts...

@rexismycopilot has some great series, even if more BDSM based, but urge you to check them out!

@intermundia is another pillar of the fandom and has some of the most popular fics in the fandom. They have some amazing fics and suggest you check them all out! Their Prompted has an amazing collections of obikin aus, all amazing reads, and their Lex Talionis is one of the greatest fics in fandom.

@artemisthehuntress is another fantastic author that i recommend! My fav fic from her is A Good Epithet.

@obi-wkenobi is a fantastic author and i can only rec all of her fics! My personal fav are Something broken that can be fixed and Awed.

@binaryeclipse, another great author, has some delicious fics. Her series It's How You Learn and the fic Slow Learner are what i can only describe as indulgently decadent.

@sopherfly has one of my favourite fics ever, which I encourage you to read even if incomplete. It's just that good. The Shadow of a Dream is an amazing read and one I return to regularly.

@secretsolarsystem wrote an amazing Batman inspired fic which sits firmly in my favourites, Incorruptible, Everlasting. They also have other really good fics and i suggest you check them out!

@anakinspraisekink is another loved author which has a great collection of fics and I encourage you to check it out! My favourite is the series A Touch of Praise which, even if incomplete, is an amazing read. She also has other amazing fics and i suggest you check them out!

@himboskywalker is another beloved must read in fandom and I cannot rec their fics enough! They have such great fics and some of my all timess favourites like Redolent of You, The way he smiles at you, Conceal what I am, Invictus.... i simply suggest you go through their entire profile!

@tennessoui is another great author which writes both dynamic so you can take your pick from her! My fav are be careful not to choke on your admirations and me and my man, we get on like a house on fire.

@sendpseuds has a great collection of fics!! my fav is Terrorizing the HOA and Other Weekend Activities.

@underacalicosky is another great author who does both dynamics. My fav of hers is Anywhere else is hollow.

@grapenehifics write vers obikin and she has really good fics!! My fav is A moment of Peace.

@renlyslittlerose writes both dynamics and most of her fics are obikin vers but I urge you to check her fics! She has amazing stories. My personal favourite is Moonlight Serenade.

@palfriendpatine66 writes vers obikin and has some great Aus.

@starakins is a new author but she has some amazing fics! My fav is a throne for two.

@shatouto wrote some rally good obikin fics and art when he was active in fandom, and one of my personal fav is A Study in Tears.

@paracosm-draw is another amazing artist i totally urge you to check out. they also do both dynamics.

@kana7o has a great collection of obikin art and a twt accout where you can enjoy her nsfw art. and she always indulges me in my dirty ideas <333

@jarenka her art is amazing and I love especially her anakin!

@bi-wan is the OG topwan artist and i love love love everyting she has ever drawn. I urge you to also go on her ao3 for uncensored pics <33

@skynobi has some hauntingly beautiful obikin art and i tear up sometimes just looking at it. beyond recommended.

kirab0shy @kirab0sh1 is an amazing artist on twt who only draws topwan and her art is so so cute!!

@human-rocket has an amazing obikin comic going on an di can't recommend it enough! a must read.

@unspuncreature one of my fav artists check him out!

@bellybeansss, @gskywalker17, @deliquesaint, @chlobwers, @bird-prince-art, @oh-biwan, @nickytess, @yatsukisakura, @obikinetic, @weillschmidtdoodles, @delziae, @02png, @ma-works, @projectdrow, @dioscouroi, @zeizeizeizei, @aberrantcreature, @doubleggggs, @thehungreecat, @yasyart, @freemymercury @lovey-dovey-and-sad are all amazing artists, regardless of dynamic, and i cannot recommend them enough <33

@calyssmarviss, @mscoet, @daryshkart, @bakaramia, @roppppppop and golcompriton (twt) have some amazing obikin art for you to check out even if they are not active in the fandom anymore!

Now even if this a long list there's also so many others that i've definetly forgotten to mention (or tag because I physically can't tag anyone else here lol)! if i forgot about you you can drop a rec in my ask here or on the topwan blog and i'll post it! we are many and we hope to grow even more <33

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saosinn · 2 days ago

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nsfw cam hcs to start the day off right :p

nsfw under the cut, afab/fem reader!

cam LOVESSS to finger you, like truly, sometimes he prefers it over you riding him, even though he loves that just as much.

he loves being able to see your face, but also loves being able to make you feel good. when you ride him, he'll always have you facing him so he can suck on your nipples (and he'll always make some poor joke about hoping milk will come out)

while he doesn't like the idea of people joining you two, he loves when people watch. not because it gets him off, but because he loves people seeing how good he makes you feel. his usage of nicknames isn't that high, but when someones watching, it's always "yeah, that' the spot, baby? yeah, that cunt feels so good, pretty girl." and "love the way you squeeze my cock, princess."

spit!!!!!!!! kink!!!!!!!!! him spitting in your mouth or vice versa, he loves it. it's so sleazy, so dirty and disgusting, that's what makes it arousing. when he eats you out he spits so much it's crazy, he makes such a mess it's insane, but more on that in a second. he doesn't spit on you to demean you, it's not some form of punishment. he adores when you spit back, and both of your lips should be wet when you break from a kiss or it wasn't good enough.

some people disagree with me here, but i don't think he minds giving head, in fact i think he loves giving and getting head. when he's giving head tho, he's knuckle deep and sucking on ur clit like sucker fish... sorry not sorry.

he has no shame when it comes to cum eating too, one time he was fingering you while you jerked him off, and when he came a bit of it got in his mouth on accident. now, whenever you're jerking him off, he'll tell you to be good with your aim

truly a pervert, and has no shame. when you bend over to grab something, he'll thrust his hips so hard into you it makes you fall forward. he'll grab your hips and pull you back onto his crotch, and when you say something about it he'll go "what? you were gonna eat shit, i saved your ass." all while grinding into you, even in front of people..

can and will push your legs as far back as they go when he's fucking you, presses his hand down on your stomach and will tease you when you squeak. the sight of his bulge while fucking you only makes him more hard, and he'll even bring a marker to draw a line where his tip reaches.... god he's so gross i love him.

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i love gross men sorry not sorry 💔 also a poll will b posted tjis afternoon for my next piece so keep an eye out for that :p

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themiddlestbatgirl · 3 days ago

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I've been thinking about the batfamily and what dragons they would have in kinda like a httyd x batfamily cross over. I will say before we start that for the sake of creativity and keeping this post straightforward I've decided to ignore the idea that dragons are recognizable and could draw connections between the bats and the Wayne's in the public eye. Enjoy!

Bruce I think, ever the drama queen, got himself a Skrill to fit the whole Gotham vibe. Maybe they're common in Gotham, all the storms and winters and such. Anyway. I've decided Bruce gets a Skrill and he's creatively named it "Shocker".

Kate was your average army brat growing up, before "the incident" that is. Because of this I've given her a deadly nadder, I imagine they're the standard army issues dragons, similar to German shepherds. Now imagine Kate on a rooftop affectionately petting "Grunt" her deadly nadder.

Dick, as we know, is quite the acrobat. I tried to keep that in mind when "assigning" him a dragon. He needs something that not only flies but jumps through the clouds. So, please meet "Reuben" the cloudjumper (those four-winged ones from the second movie).

For Jason I had a bit of fun trying to bait in the Jason angsters. I decided to give him a zippleback. One head named "Robin" and the other "Crow" the correlation for robin is obvious, but as for "Crow" it just made sense to me at the moment. I can picture him emerging from a dark alleyway followed by the two heads of his dragon.

I had a few ideas for Tim, all of them felt like they made sense, I toyed with the idea of sentinel dragons. But eventually I settled on a razor whip. They're Smart, tough, visually stunning and sneaky. All things "the perfect robin" needs. Plus Tim's a nerd and would leap at the opportunity to name his dragon "Argentum"

Cass is my absolute fav. So I did my best to not be biased, that's why I gave her a Nightfury. Now hear me out, silent, deadly, precise and powerful... Not to mention a little sassy. I can so easily picture Cass in her OG suit with the black eyes sitting curled up in the shadows astride the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Fitting for the girl bred to be the perfect killer, the daughter of the bat. You'll have to bear with me on the name though... "Pavlova" named after the ballerina not the desert.

Steph was also a tricky one to figure out, I thought about changewings, dramilions, and speedstingers. But ultimately always came back to the terrible terror. Small, discreet, a bit of an underdog. I figured Steph needed someone to watch her back (literally) while she does her stuff. This is especially inspired by her little rouge arc in the detective comics Gotham knights storyline. The name came natural too, "Tricky" don't worry about her ability to fly, Cass flies her wherever she needs to go.

Damian was an interesting one, tricky but not too tricky. He's shown in the comics to be pretty good with animals, and he also (imo at least) inherited his father's flair for the dramatic, but in a more "shadow assassin" way. I think Damian has a small swarm of smothering smokebreaths that follow him around and let him make dramatic entrances and fly around Gotham as a literal ball of smoke. I personally couldn't come up with names for all of them but he's absolutely named each one and gets very offended that no one else can tell them apart.

Duke can already fly (I think anyway) so I was able to keep an eye on some more unique dragons. At first I wanted him to have a whole swarm of them but I thought it would be funnier if he just has one and throws it at people. Duke has a fireworm named "Sol" that he carries around. Definitely the least serious of all of these but I unfortunately don't know too much about duke. I'd love to hear other people's ideas.

So yeah, I wanted to do Harper, Jace, luke and Jean and the rest of the more extended batfamily but yeah. I'd totally love to hear what people think and if they'd change anything or have any suggestions for the others. I've been on a bit of a httyd kick and thought this would be fun lol. Sorry for the long post 💪❤️

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howlingday · 3 days ago

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Jaune's Shampoo

The Huntsman

"DAMMIT, NORA!" Jaune opened his shower door. As he exited, he noticed his body had drastically changed. Using a mixture of his shampoo and experimental goo found at the fiendish Dr. Merlot's laboratory, Nora had unwittingly created a mutagen just to prank her team leader.

Exiting the shower, Jaune felt very... off. He couldn't quite explain what it was, but for some reason, the entire world felt different. Ignoring this feeling, but keeping it to the back of his mind, he approached the mirror. Everything was the same with him, physically speaking, though he did notice a sort of pain in his body. It was like there was a hole in his chest that couldn't be filled without... something. Pushing this feeling aside, he dried himself off and exited the bathroom.

"Breaking news!" Nora's scroll called out as she lazily watched from her bed. "The first bank of Remnant is being robbed... again! And yes, just like before, it's Roman Torchwick again." Even the newcaster was tired of villains getting away with their crimes. And that was more than enough to make Jaune angry.

"You say somethin', Ja-" Nora looked up to find her leader gone, leaving only a well-written note for her.

WE'LL TALK

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"The least they could do is make this more fun." Roman Torchwick lamented as he watched his goons load another sack of lien into the truck. His partner, Neo, was busy drawing graffiti onto the huntsmen and huntresses sent to stop them. Unfortunately, they all did the same thing the others did before.

"Your villainy ends tonight, Torchwick."

Yeah, that.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Roman could hear his goons getting pummeled by an unknown assailant. Erring on the side of caution, he leapt behind the teller's desk, keeping his hat close to his head. In the dim glow of the emergency light, he saw Neo crouched beside him.

"Boss?" One of the goons called out. "Boss, where'd you- WAAAGH!"

"Gotcha~!" The crime lord called out with glee as he fired his Melodic Cudgel to the balcony, where the shadowy figure was pulling his goon up by his ankle. He was quick to catch fire, though, and was forced to let go, knocking the goon out as he fell. Thankfully, aura does wonders for fall damage. "Take care of him while I lock up the truck, Neo~."

She nodded and disappeared in a shatter of glass. Torchwick slid from his hiding spot and loaded the last of the loot into the truck before shutting the doors. Climbing over the bags, he made his way to the passenger's seat, his driver ready and waiting.

"What are you waiting for? Step on it!"

"Where to, Boss?" The goon asked.

"Where do you think, genius?!"

"Prison." The guy pretending to be a goon answered.

"Oh, fu-"

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"Roman Torchwick is behind bars as well as most of his gang thanks to the actions of an unregistered huntsman." The newscaster said, reporting live on the scene as more goons were hauled away. "The Council of Vale have yet to make a response, though Professor Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy had this to say..."

"While it is incredibly noble for anyone to make an attempt to better the lives of those around them, it would perhaps be best to leave such matters to those professionally trained to do so."

"Are you still watching the news?" Ren asked.

"Yeah, I got bored watching cartoons." Nora answered. "Besides, this huntsman guy story is really interesting!"

"Interesting how?" Pyrrha asked. "Vigilantes are a rare occurrence, but not exactly unheard of. Though it has been some time since anyone has seen one in recent years."

"I know, right~?!" Nora squealed.

"Mmngh..."

"Oh, sorry, Jaune!" Nora patted her leader's head. "Poor guy was up all night, doing who knows what."

"The same night that vigilante captured Torchwick. You don't think Jaune is..."

"Oh, Ren, be real! There's no way Jaune is working with that guy! This guy is suave, and Jaune is... Jaune." She then tapped and swiped on her scroll. "Look, even Torchwick's side-lady is making goo-goo eyes at him!"

On Nora's scroll was a letter written in brown, pink, and yellow ink, all glittered, with two words for the vigilante who caught both her boss AND her attention.

WE'LL TALK~.

#rwby #jaune's shampoo #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #silent knight #roman torchwick #neopolitan

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butterli5 · 3 days ago

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Paris was a dream, but kissing his boyfriend every five minutes made it feel like a waking one.

They walked slowly along the Seine, fingers intertwined, pausing more often than not to kiss without reason, though Regulus always found one. Remus would smile wide the corners of his eyes crinkling, and Regulus would tug him close. Or Remus would scrunch his nose at something sweet and ridiculous, and Regulus would forget how to breathe. Or sometimes it was just because he could, because they were here, alive, warm, and kissing in Paris like it was the only thing they were meant to do.

It was nearly midnight when Regulus gently steered him toward a quiet garden path that turned up near the Musée de l'Orangerie.

Remus blinked in mild confusion. “Isn’t this the-?”

“Have you ever been?” Regulus asked casually, hands in his coat pocket like it was nothing, like his eyes hadn’t been shining all night.

Remus laughed, tipping his head to bump against his shoulder. “No, baby, this is my first time here. Remember? You planned the whole trip.”

Regulus smiled, biting his lip to keep it from spreading too wide. He tugged Remus toward the glass door just as a man in a long coat stepped out from the shadows, unlocking the door with a nod.

Remus turned to look at him, startled. “Wait… you didn’t—?”

Regulus only shrugged. “My last name still has some perks, love. I called in a favor.”

And suddenly, they were inside.

No crowds. No clicking cameras.

Just them, soft lights, and the glow of the Water Lilies wrapped around them like a breath held for too long.

Remus took a slow step forward into the first oval room and gasped softly. The paintings spilled across the curved walls like still water, glowing in the hush of the space. He walked with reverence, his hands tucked behind his back, his eyes catching every ripple, every shifting hue of blue and lavender and green. He was mesmerized. He has seen these paintings countless times before, on a library book when he was a child, his computer wallpaper in high school, the many bookmarks and tote bags he owned, but nothing, nothing felt like seeing it in real life, his eyes watering the longer he looked at each and every detail.

Regulus stood a little behind him, tucked in the corner, hands in his pockets, his gaze not moving from Remus once.

When Remus finally noticed, he turned, eyebrows raised. “You’re not even looking at the paintings.”

“I am,” Regulus said simply. “Just not the ones on the wall.”

Remus flushed his hands coming up to cover his flaming cheeks. “Oh my god.”

Regulus grinned and walked up to him, lacing their fingers together again as they moved into the next room.

“Did you know Monet painted the same landscape from his window over and over?” he murmured, voice low in the hush of the space. “Over 250 oil paintings. As a small child, I used to think that was torture. My parents forced me to sit in a chair with an old teacher for hours a day after school and make me draw the same thing for hours. Said it would sharpen discipline, said it would help to excel, be great. Sirius was a natural, the brush always felt easy in his hand while paint would just drip and smudge on my canvas. They eventually stopped, tried music for me when I was terrible at that one, and I was relieved for once because I got to have something of my own.”

He paused, watching the way Remus was staring now, not at the painting, but at him.

“But I get it now,” he added. “His obsession. The lifelong dedication to just wake up everyday, rain or shine, open his window and paint, even if his joints ached sketching the same lines, even if his paint ran dry in the chase of replicating the same nympheas and the same murky water, and even if the light was dimming in his eyes year after the other and so were the colors on his canvases. He had the perfect view. The perfect muse.”

He ran his thumb along Remus’ knuckles. “You're my water lily. Ma jolie nénuphar."

Remus was looking at him in a way that he never thought possible, a look he never thought would be aimed at him, so much love, so much adoration it still managed to make the breath catch in Regulus’ lungs. He kissed the back of his hand, tears pooling in his eyes mirroring the shine in the most beautiful ones he has ever seen.

"I could spend the rest of my life writing about you. About the unfathomable reality of someone with a heart as pure as yours still managing to float above murky waters, it defies gravity and the rules of nature and life in its entirety. You Remus Lupin are my water lily. I could fill notebooks upon notebooks writing it all. The three moles on your chest, their little triangle I always trace with my fingers like a sailor looking for his north star. The way your tea order keeps changing every three months but your sleepy smile doesn’t. How your hair looks when you first wake up, like you wrestled with the pillows all night. I’d age just to see how time writes you through the ink I'd spill on my pages.”

His voice dropped, rough and reverent.

“Let the light in my eyes change till it no longer exists, let my hands shake until my fingers can't get ahold of the pen, let my memory slip until words loose their shape in my brain. I’d still know how to write about you.”

Remus swallowed thickly, eyes glassy.

Historians, Regulus thought, would hang his poems beside Monet’s canvases and trace the seasons not through blossoms or brushstrokes, but through the change of light reflecting in Remus' eyes, warm brown in the cloudy winters with flecks of honey in front of their fireplace, and with pools of green under the warm July sun, they would know how many turns the earth has made around the sun not by the numbers changing in the corner of each canvas, but through the new line decorating his forehead, or the little white hairs he'd kiss every night on his beard until Remus was a giggling mess.

And even when the words themselves slipped from language into blur, some unreadable Morse code of a thing that not historian would know to decipher, their meaning would still be known even if not seen, a life told in sonnets and rhymes a d prose.

Love. This. Him.

Always.

"Regulus..., " Remus whispered, his voice reverent as he cupped his cheeks between his warm hands, "I could kiss you until my lips can't do it anymore, and I'd wager I would still keep doing it for as long as I have breath in my lungs."

Regulus closed his eyes and rested their foreheads together.

"Please do."

#remus lupin #regulus black #moonwater #romantic moonwater

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galaxygolfergirl · 15 hours ago

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Something To Believe In

Late night sketch I was drawing while watching season 3 trying to play with different lighting techniques. I usually try to polish off my work, but honestly the roughness of the sketch kind of appeals to me? Might clean it up later though.

I also wanted to share a song I came across that I think resonates with this piece and the show as a whole so far, “To Believe In” by The Cinematic Orchestra and Moses Sumney; it was playing in my head when I drew this, something haunting, intimate, fragile—but quietly transcendent. It’s about the search for meaning, for truth, for something real in a world where everything feels fractured and uncertain. Though I am a newcomer to this fandom still burning through the early seasons, I feel like it works here. Anyways, hope y’all like it. 👍

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7q4sgupsZc

https://genius.com/The-cinematic-orchestra-to-believe-lyrics

#the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #digital art #sci fi #msr #x files #gillian anderson #david duchovny #artists on tumblr

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lets-date-everything · 1 day ago

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Hector x Female Homeowner Hector gets a little jealous

The kitchen had been noisy that evening: laughs, clinking glasses, Koa’s deep chuckle mingling with hers. She had spent the better part of the afternoon with him, curled on the couch watching TV, interspersed with the odd laugh or silly comment.

Now, hours later, the house was quiet.

She lay sprawled across the attic quilt, book abandoned somewhere by her elbow. Her eyes were half-lidded, content in the heavy warmth of late night... until the first whisper came.

Did he make you laugh like I do, mi sol?"

She turned her head toward the grating near the ceiling. Candlelight flickered, she saw the glint of Hector's brown eyes in the shadows.

"Did he know to set the room to exactly sixteen degrees before you entered? Did he know you touch your neck when you're amused? I watched you all afternoon, my love, noticing every tiny detail he never would."

She sat up slowly. Her mouth curved. "Hector."

Silence. Then, hastily: "I apologise. I didn’t mean to—"

"Where are you?"

A pause. Then another whisper, lower this time.

"In the attic, of course. I will see you there, my love."

She went without shoes, bare feet silent on the stairs. He didn’t hide when she entered; he was sat in the far corner beneath the rafters, half in shadow, hands clutched tightly in his lap.

She crossed the room in steady steps. "I wasn’t flirting with Koa," she said.

"I know," he said quickly. "I do, and still there was something in me that curled at the thought of someone else drawing breath so close to yours."

She knelt in front of him, a smile on her lips. "You’re jealous."

His shoulders hunched. "Is it monstrous of me?"

"No." Her hand settled lightly on his knee. "Besides, I think you’re forgetting something."

He blinked.

"I didn’t go looking for him," she said. "I came looking for you."

She pushed herself into his lap before he could protest. He froze, breath catching as her thighs settled over his.

"Do you know what I wanted?" she murmured, hands gliding up his chest. "While I was laughing with him?"

His voice was barely audible. "What?"

She leaned in until her lips grazed his ear. "You."

He shivered. "Oh."

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then trailed down to the softness beneath his chin. "You didn’t like it, seeing me with Koa?"

His hands found her waist, trembling but present. "I detested it," he whispered. "I wanted you more than air."

"Oh, you old romantic."

She kissed him properly this time; open-mouthed and lingering. He moaned into it, his hands tightening at her hips as though afraid she might vanish.

"You are my everything," he said, breathless between kisses. "Do you understand? My breath. My function. My religion. I will recalibrate every room in this house," he said hoarsely, "if it means keeping you close."

She kissed him hard for that, delighting in how he writhed beneath her.

"I love you."

"I love you too, mi sol."

#hector valentino airnesto condicionado #date everything #character: hector #fic type: drabble

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fandom-lover2 · 2 days ago

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Beneath the Trees, You Are Not Alone

Chapter Four - A Chance to Catch My Breath

Chapter Three - New Eyes Tell Hard Truths

Jealousy. Betrayal.

Stupid things to feel.

It had been three years. Of course he would find a mate and have children.

We had said goodbye, believing we’d never see one another again. I couldn’t be mad that he’d moved on with his life.

We had told one another everything when we were friends. To hear he now had a wife, a child, and not hear it from him. Irrationally I was angry and hurt. Not at her, at him. Twice he had had the chance to say something.

He should have been bursting at the chance.

Maybe we weren’t that close anymore, nor would we ever be.

Thankfully, Cornelia did not take offense in my lack of further conversation, instead finishing tending to my shoulder quickly before excusing herself to rejoin the council meeting.

I found my clothes, dry and folded, near the nest and dressed.

I was tying my boots when I heard someone coming up, and looked to see Caesar enter the room, looking more relaxed. He actually smiled, though a small one, when our eyes met.

“You…stay.” he spoke, the words coming out clearer and less forced. “Apes have agreed you may still, until you are…”

His hands stilled when I continued tying my boot, and he watched with a frown as I stood.

“I won’t be staying for lunch.”

He frowned deeper, his eyes turning a shade darker. “Why?”

I looked between him and I. “Other than the obvious?”

He raised his hands. “Explain it.”

Because this isn’t my world, because I have spent so much time alone I don’t even remember how to say half the words I used to, because all I wanted was five more minutes with you and now I can end my suffering.

I didn’t say any of this, didn’t allow a single emotion to show on my face as I looked down to double check my tied boots.

I didn’t mean to be so crass, so despondent. But I was angry at the new life he had made for himself, how he had moved on, while I was left starving and alone and fighting every day for my life.

He couldn’t have known that though. And I had no doubts that if I had finally worked up the courage to cross that mountain and seek him out, he would have not only been happy to see me but maybe welcomed me.

“You’ve made a home for yourself here, Caes.” I started, looking around. I did not see my backpack or my bow and quiver. Either they had not found it, or they did not want me to have it. Both were possible. “One a human does not belong in.”

“You are still weak. And injured. You will die alone.”

I huffed, something tired and sad. “I have been alone for over two years. I will be fine.”

I began to walk forward, intending to simply slip past him and leave the apes behind me, once and for all.

But he moved, standing before me and holding his head high, his shoulders squaring.

A challenge, a dare to defy the alpha.

“I am not an ape. You do not command me.”

For a second he seemed surprised, taking a step back as rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to relax.

“No.” he agreed. “But am I asking you, as your friend. Please.”

Starting with I had no idea where I was, I would have no idea how to get home, or where my supplies were.

With an almost useless left shoulder, drawing my bow would be near impossible. I did not have enough food stores to last long enough for it to heal. And with winter coming, I needed to stock as much meat as I could now.

Staying here to heal would help, but then I’d return to no food in the middle of winter.

“I have things to take care of back home and-”

“Other… humans?” Caesar asked, taking a step closer into the personal space bubbles we’d somehow silently agreed on.

“No. No other humans. Just me. But I need food, and to make repairs before the deep cold sets in. And I need to go find my bag. I took it off before jumping in the river.”

“I… will… take you.”

Time alone with Caesar would have made me leap for joy, days ago. Now, I understood the true scale of what had happened in the three years since that day in the woods.

“No, Caesar. You have responsibilities here, a family. I cannot take you away from that.”

He flinched, barely, but I saw it. He hadn’t known Cornelia had introduced herself, or their son.

“He’s beautiful, by the way. Your son.”

He remained silent, looking past my shoulder, unable to meet my eyes.

“I’m staying at the old Ranger cabin. The one we used to race to. If you could just direct me back to the river, I can cross it and get my stuff, and I’ll be home by nightfall.”

Caesar finally looked back at me, shaking his head with a grunt. “Dangerous.”

“I can swim.”

“No!” he barked, and I flinched back, putting three steps between us.

He regretted it instantly, brows scrunching in silent apology as he too took a step back.

“Animals. Dogs. Big cats. Dangerous to someone traveling alone.”

“I’ve been alone for years Caesar. I didn’t get these scars fighting sticks. I can handle myself.”

At the mention of my scars, his eyes took on a dark glint, his nostrils flaring.

I almost took another step back, but he saw my hesitation and forced himself to adopt a neutral expression.

We watched one another, waiting for something, anything to interrupt us. Something to distract us from the realization that we’d both missed so much, and we’d never get that time back.

“I will be ok.” I tried to reassure, though my voice betrayed me by cracking. Not from fear, but from the tears I was desperately holding at bay at the idea that this was goodbye again. “If you take me back to the river, I can get my things, and I can take myself home.”

Looking to my feet, Caesar shook his head slowly.

And then, before I could even think of moving, he was rushing forward and threw his arms around me, locking me to his chest and holding tight.

I tensed for a second, the feel of him around me foreign for just a moment before the deeply comforting reminder of home enveloped me and I gripped him just as tightly, no doubt almost ripping out the fur on his back with how hard I clenched my fists.

“I missed you so much.” I somehow managed to say between sobs, feeling him nod in agreement as he lowered his arms to my hips and picked me up, carrying me when my legs could not and settling me in the nest.

“I watched them all die, and I kept waiting to go next, but I didn’t. And then I wanted to die so I didn’t have to live alone, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t because I wanted to see you again. I needed to see you.” I babbled.

Caesar pulled away, cradling my face in his rough, warm palms and using his thumb to wipe my tears while shushing me. “Safe… with me… now.”

I nodded. “Safe.”

And then I folded into him once again, my head on his chest, his strong heartbeat in my ear as I finally wept for all I had lost.

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Near midday, Caesar guided me down the spiral path of the tree and took me to get a better view of the colony.

Most apes stopped and stared, hundreds of eyes on me, waiting for me to turn into a raging monster. The irony made me giggle, much to Caesar’s concern.

When Rocket called Caesar away, I was left in the safe hands of Maurice.

He had started a school, of sorts. Teaching sign to the new babies and the apes who had not been exposed to the gas.

The orangutang questioned me on it, explaining that although they had not been exposed directly, they seemed to gain the ‘awakening’ simply by being near those who had.

In the end, our theory was that just like how the virus spread to humans, it too must’ve spread throughout the apes.

It made me think of all the other apes of the world, the ones from zoos and other facilities who had been killed as soon as they began to show erratic behavior. If the humans had contracted the virus, and passed it on to the apes, could there be more smart apes in the world?

Did every zoo have had apes smart like Caesar, and could a few have escaped?

I chose to keep those thoughts to myself. I did not need to create unnecessary desires to begin traveling the country in search of more apes. They could be less trusting of humans.

When it was discovered I was too much of a distraction at the school, everyone staring at me instead of Maurice’s hands, I shuffled my way back to the room, Caesar’s room I had found out.

Caesar’s palace, Maurice had called it.

Apparently in his youth, a child in the circus had read him a story book of kings and castles and so he decided, as their leader, their king, Caesar had needed his own palace.

From there, I got an entire vantage point of the colony below. The wall under construction, apes leaving to hunt and gather plants, sentries keeping a watch for approaching danger.

I also got a better view of Maurice’s outcrop, his school.

One the wall, three sentences every ape swore to uphold.

Ape not kill ape.

Apes together strong.

Knowledge is power.

I kept my comments on the resemblance to it being Animal Farm to myself, but something about how those words were crudely carved into the wall, it unsettled me.

Or perhaps, only the first.

Why did it need to be written down? Who was it meant for?

Feeling eyes on me, I turned to see the scarred ape, Koba, watching me from across the colony, perched on the wall and partially shrouded in shadows.

His glare had not once left me in hours, always a looming figure just beyond sight, but always there waiting for the second he could attack.

Glancing to the entrance at the sound of a soft hoot, I smiled politely at Cornelia.

“Drink.” she signed, and now I assumed it was an order from the Queen, and took the gord from her.

Taking a careful sip, I almost swore at the hot, bitter liquid. “What is that?”

When she merely blinked at me, I put the gord down and signed.

The luxury of getting to speak to Caesar and Maurice would have to change soon. My words held no meaning to the others. If I was going to stay, I needed to communicate as they did.

“Ginger.” she spelled out. “Good for pain. And healing.”

As if on cue, my head gave a vengeful throb to remind me of the wounds I still sustained.

“Thank you.” I sipped more carefully this time, blowing into the gord to cool the tea.

Blue Eyes cowered behind his mother, big bright eyes locked onto my form in fear, tracking my every move.

I couldn’t blame him. Hell, I’d passed out at the first sight of his father.

Offering a small smile, I kept my attention away from him, watching the busy apes below.

Until Cornelia raised her hands.

“Could you tell me about Caesar, as a child?”

I pierced my lips, putting down the gord. “I did not know him as a child. Only once we were both near adulthood.”

She considered that a moment. “But you knew the humans who raised him. And spent time with him with them.”

I nodded.

“What was he like with them? Was he… happy?”

So my being here wasn’t just a threat to ape safety, there was the worry I would take him back with me. That explained the looks, not just fear but concern. They thought I was here to take their king back to the humans with me.

We both turned, watching as Caesar signed to a small group of gathered chimps, spears in most of their hands.

He looked… lighter.

Watching him grow to resent his life, to see the dullness in his eyes as he stared out that window, it tore me up inside.

But here, his eyes shone brightly. He smiled, he made a joke. He patted a young chimp on the back.

He was at home, with his people, with his place among them.

But that didn’t mean he had been angry with the world we once knew. He had smiled then, laughed, danced.

We’d played pranks, watched movies, read books. We had been happy. But he wasn’t free, and that weighed on him more than he ever let me see.

“He is happier here.”

#pota caesar x reader #pota x reader #pota caesar #rise of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes #pota maurice #pota rocket #pota cornelia #pota koba #pota luca #pota blue eyes #pota ash

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ireneclermont · 2 days ago

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Irene watched the napkin get draped over the olives like someone laying a shroud over the dead and gave a faint, amused huff. “If it grows legs, you better bring snacks. We’ll make a night of it,” she said, tone wry. Then, quieter, “You want to fight with me? We could. Might be less exciting than what you’ve got in mind, though.” Her eyes ticked toward him, steady, but not challenging. “We can always train together if you want. I won’t go easy, though.”

She took the offered hors d’oeuvre with a small, nodding gesture of peace. “Thanks,” she said, wrapping it neatly in a napkin instead of eating it. No offense meant — just caution. She didn’t know what was in it, and tonight wasn’t the kind of night she could afford to let her guard down. Her hand lingered near the edge of the table while he spoke.

“Oh, he’s a witch?” she asked, brows lifting slightly. “Do we know him?” She wasn’t the gossiping type, but there was genuine curiosity there. Knowing someone’s people said a lot more than what was on the surface — and if this friend was as important as he sounded, Irene figured he was worth keeping in mind.

Then came the question about her dad.

She didn’t answer right away. The shift was subtle, but definite — something quiet folding inward behind her eyes. A tick less present, a fraction more guarded. Poker-faced, like the thought brushed against something she'd rather not pull all the way into the light. But she didn’t look away. “Yeah,” she said finally. “The best, as far as I’m concerned. But I’m definitely biased, so.” Her fingers tapped once against the table. “He taught me how to fight.”

She doesn’t say the rest, because she doesn’t have to. But the memory settles into her bones anyway — the way her father moved like he was part of the ground, calm even when everything around him wasn’t. He never raised his voice. Never needed to. He had that particular gravity only certain people are born with, and he passed it on in pieces — not just in drills or routines, but in the long, silent moments where she learned not to flinch. Not to rush. That control wasn’t just a skill — it was armor. Her armor.

He didn’t just teach her how to strike. He taught her when not to. How not to let someone else’s chaos make a home in her ribs. Most of what holds her together now — the restraint, the calm, the split-second patience before something breaks — is him. Not in blood. In blueprint. And he’s gone, but none of that is.

She draws in a breath — slow, quiet — and lets it out again. Doesn’t let it show. Not really.

She just looks back to Sammy with something quieter in her expression now, the kind of thing that isn’t loud but settles deep. “Wings could be good,” she said, picking the thread back up. “You should let him sketch something. See what feels right before it’s permanent.”

“Are they really that bad?” He relented, setting the plate of olives down on the table and laying a napkin over them for good measure before turning back to her. “The beast is vanquished. But if it grows legs and comes back to haunt me for abandoning my creation, I’m running it to your place and making you fight it with me. It’ll be fun!” He hadn’t had a lot of chances to see Irene fight, with separate training and schedules never really matching for them to work together often. The olive thing was a joke, but he was kind of curious to see how she hunts, or at least how she fights.

“My friend does a lot of wing stuff in his art, I might go with that. I’d like it to look like something he would make, y’know?” He’d seen how some other members of the order talked about supernaturals. He couldn’t fathom the idea of fully letting go and ignoring that they’re people, and he wanted his tattoo to at least act as a reminder of that. He picked over the table, grabbing one of the hors d'oeuvres that looked like a much better tasting combination of things than his orb plate, offering one to her as a peace treaty. “I don’t want to be able to look at it and not be reminded that one of the best people I know is someone who's also witchy.”

“Your dad’s? Was he a hunter?” He knew a lot of the other Brotherhood members grew up in the order instead of joining later in life like him, but it was still hard to picture that being someone's childhood. The more he learned about the lives of his peers, the more he felt like the stuff he used to look back on as uniquely miserable was more... mundane. He didn’t want it to get more interesting, but it was a hell of a way to force things into perspective.

#⎝ ⎯ threads. ⎠#⎝ ⎯ event / supernatural conclave & gala. ⎠#⎝ sammy keels. ⎠#sammykeels #me telling myself i will keep this short #i'm a joke

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