#we know that he used to read when he was a child

[xiaq]

Would you ever write a story or book about Kuzy? I need more of himmmm ❤️ one of the few characters I'd read MF for though I feel like if anyone would be chill about finding out he was bi and going with it, it'd be Kuzy lol #yeshomo

@rainbowsandcoconut

I don't currently have any substantive plans for a Kuzy story, but if you want some of my brainworms about him/his eventual romance, here you go:

He lives right next to a firehouse and there's a cute, kickass firewoman (cis, leans androgynous) named Nicole "call me Nic" with whom he has occasional banter-moments (I used to live next to a firehouse and if they were out front they'd always chat with me when I walked the dog; I loved that community dynamic).

One night after a rough game, Kuzy is going for a walk and Nic is sitting out on a lawn chair in front of the house processing a rough call, and they have a moment of shared vulnerability together, looking up at the stars. She's the child of immigrants and they bond over how stupid the English language is. Kuzy tells her about Eli/Hawk and she mentions that she loves dogs but can't have one with her work schedule.

Over the next few days, Kuzy can't stop thinking about her. He wants an excuse to see her more often that doesn't feel creepy, so he goes to the shelter nearby and offers to exercise dogs. Now, he has a perfectly good reason to walk past the firehouse (sometimes multiple times a day!) on the off-chance the firefighters are out and he can politely offer a dog's brief company for Nic's enjoyment.

Except he's not super smooth about it because the rest of the folks at the house realize pretty quickly that the giant Russian walking dogs only happens to walk dogs on the days that Nic is on shift.

Convenient.

This continues for longer than it probably should. Until Kuzy is hosting some of the Hounds and one of the rookies does something stupid. Not sure what. I'm thinking gets his hand stuck in an expensive vase. Or maybe his head. And Kuzy very sheepishly has to walk him over to the firehouse like, "hello, this baby is my responsibility, can you please rescue him?" And they eventually get the thing cut off of his hand/head/whatever but one of Nic's bros pulls Kuzy aside and says, "maybe you should just ask her out instead of coming up with increasingly more creative excuses to talk to her—at this rate someone is going to get hurt" and Kuzy is like, “ok, this was 100% not contrived and while I would like to go out with her, she is a goddess who saves lives and I am but a goofy athlete, undeserving of her attentions," and Firefighter Bro like, "you know, I think she'd settle for you."

So, spurred on by this bit of hope, he's like, "I need to do this right, this can't just be some hookup, I like her." And he starts Operation Woo Nic.

And the whole time Nic is like, "would you just fucking take me home, I would like to bang you," but he's trying so hard to be a gentleman about it that she lets him for a while. She's never been woo'ed before. Might be fun. Eventually she gets fed up and when he's dropping off cookies or whatever on his daily dog-walk she's like, "hey, do you want to be my boyfriend? Yeah? Great. We should have sex about that. My shift ends in three hours, what's your address?"

It is possibly the best day of Kuzy's life.

Anyway. As usual, there's no real plot, just vibes. But he is Smitten. And she is hopelessly endeared. And she's certified as a paramedic, so she's constantly ragging him for his little injuries and keeping him honest about PT. At some point she gets injured in the line of duty and he gets to be suitably dramatic and probably make declarations at her hospital bedside. He dotes on her for a while during her recovery.

And eventually he convinces her to move in with him so she can be close to work and she's like, "yeah? That's the only reason? For the ease of my commute?" And he says, "well that but also because I love you more than I thought was possible and when we're not together I miss you like a limb and our schedules are shit enough as it is, I'm greedy for every second I can have with you," and she's like, "yeah, fair enough."

So. Not really sure how it would end, but uh. There you go! Kuzy and his Firefighter Lady. Also he definitely foster-fails multiple times and hires a full-time nanny to take care of all his and Nic's dogs when she's on shift and he's traveling. It's great.

AND I imagine some very funny cultural confusion moments when her family (Japanese) interacts with his family (Russian) but they all generally bond over their shared love of fermented foods and dumplings. And alcohol. There are hijinks.

Ok. The End!

[finelinevogue]

but what is she surprises aaron with flowers and a bath. where she’s looking after him but he’s like you need to be in here with me to be perfect. because this man never lets himself be taken care of 😭

aaaahhhh omg no i will cry this is so cute for v day 🥹🥹🥹🥹 okay let’s do it!

pairing - aaron hotchner x wife!reader

word count - ~1.5k

In your opinion; being married to someone does not mean you stop dating that person.

Your person happened to be the workaholic, grump, that is Aaron Hotchner. Not only is he the Unit Chief of the BAU in the FBI, but he is also more importantly your husband and father to three.

“That’s so pretty, Cassie-baby.” You cooed at your daughter who was drawing her dad a valentine’s day card.

Aaron does so much for his team at work and even more at home for you, so you decided to treat him extra special on this extra special day.

Cassie, your 2 year old, Dylan, your 5 year old and Jack your 10 year old were all sitting at the kitchen table perfecting their valentines day cards for their dad.

You had given yours to Aaron already.

“Mm.”

Aaron sighed as he felt your kisses trail over his exposed back. His face was shoved into his pillow, head turned away from you, as he was softly woken from his sleep.

“Morning.” You kissed him again, leaning further over his body so you could kiss his neck closer to his face.

“I love you, but why are you awake?” His voice was so low and muffled that it did something to your core.

“It’s valentines day.”

Aaron smiled in response. He of course knew what day it was, he just hadn’t expected you to wake up at 5AM just so you could tell him that.

He did appreciate the gesture though.

“I’ve got something for you.” You whispered into his ear, before giving his lobe a soft kiss and small bite. Aaron happily sighed at the feeling.

You handed him his card and told him that you were going to take an indulgent shower.

You watched Aaron flick on the bedside light about to open and read the card you had gifted him. He took pride in caring for things like this. That’s when he saw the clock on the bedside table.

4:45AM.

“Honey, not that I don’t love the fuss but you’ve woken me up 15 minutes early.” Aaron whined, because he did love his sleep regardless of how much he looked like he didn’t.

“Did I?” You asked, slipping off your pyjama top so you were bare, “Or did I just give us an extra 15 minutes to take a shower together?”

You left him to think on that question.

But you knew you made the right choice when less than thirty seconds later Aaron came up behind you in the shower.

Before you could go down that route in your mind, you returned to helping your kids out.

“Jack, that’s amazing bud.” You gasped. He’d drawn a picture of the whole family and labelled everyone too for good measure. “Uhh, who’s this?” You pointed.

“That’s our dog.” He explained.

“We don’t have a dog.” You said, confused.

“We will. I’m working on it.” He nodded and you had to laugh at the boy’s ambition. You no doubt probably would end up with a dog, because Aaron could not say ‘no’ to his kids.

Dylan was writing his name super neatly - for a 5 year old - at the bottom of his card.

“Wow, Dyl-man. You’re so clever.” You kissed his head.

“I know.” He smiled up at you.

“Daddy will be home in an hour, okay? So let’s finish these and then get our pyjamas on before dinner.”

<.><.><.>

When Aaron came home the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was.

Normally there was at least one child screaming, or dinner was coking, or even the TV was on for the kids to watch. This evening there was nothing.

“Honey?” Aaron called out.

He took off his blazer and hung it on the staircase, dropping his briefcase next to it.

He stood there for another moment, looking around the house and undoing his tie so he could place it next to his blazer.

“Y/N?” He called out again - more concerned this time.

He walked into the kitchen and noticed that the oven was on with his dinner being warmed inside.

The thing that caught his eyes though was the trio of cards sat on the table that were all addressed to him. He picked them up one-by-one and admired the drawings and writings inside.

He had really poor artists for children but at the same time Aaron believed they were all MOMA worthy.

Aaron fetched a glass of water after reading the cards, keeping them propped up so everyone could see. Now he wanted to see his family to give them all the kisses they deserved.

He went upstairs to the kids playroom.

It was there that he found everyone.

You were wall inside the massive fort that Aaron had helped Jack make last weekend. It was a wonder it was still standing actually.

The fort was huge and nearly spanning the whole room. It was a combination of random bedsheets and blankets, along with strings of tiny, hanging, fairy lights and fluffy pillows to cover the floor.

Aaron leaned against the door as he watched you read a book to your children. They were all in their pyjamas, tucked under blankets and wearing sleepy faces. Cassie was already asleep against your chest, but Dylan and Jack were trying their best to pay attention to you and the story.

“Room for one more?” Aaron asked as he knelt down in front of the fort entrance.

“Daddy!” Dylan cheered, perking up at the sight of his dad. Jack was the same, but Cassie was too asleep to notice.

“Hey, my buddies.” Aaron laughed as his sons hugged him tight. He hugged them back tighter.

“We missed you.” Jack said.

“I miss you too.” He kissed Jack’s head and then thought it was only fair he did the same to Dylan’s. He would kiss Cassie’s when he put her to bed later.

Aaron looked over his sons to where you were laid looking at them all - a loving smile on your face.

Aaron mouthed ‘I love you’ to you and you mouthed it back, before Aaron clambered into the fort and settled down for the rest of the bedtime story.

<.><.><.>

You sat with Aaron as he had his dinner.

“Was Spencer any better today?” You asked, drying the dishes that you had cleaned before.

“He was okay. He was okay enough to talk about the origins of beans for half an hour, at least:” Aaron chuckled as he drank from his water.

“Origins of beans?” You questioned.

“Don’t ask.” Aaron rolled his eyes, before tucking back into his dinner.

You were both happy to be silent in each other’s company as Aaron ate and you dried and put away dishes. The kids had been put to bed an hour or so ago, so it was just you two for the night now.

“Dinner okay?” You asked.

You came up beside Aaron and brushed a hand through his hair. His arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you close against him as he ate.

“Mhm. Lovely, thank you.”

You smiled as you accepted his politeness.

You bent over to kiss his head - something you as a family did a lot. Even Jack had started doing it to his siblings after seeing you and Aaron do it all the time.

“You need a shower.” You said, pulling back from his head.

Aaron pinched your side gently, “Love you too.” He said sarcastically.

“Oi!” You laughed.

“Supposed to be nice to each other today.”

“What? Just because it’s valentines day?”

“Yes.” Aaron finished his meal and twisted in his chair so you stood between his legs. His other arm came around your waist so you were trapped against him.

You steadily brushed his hair into formation after having ruined it a little when you’d messed with it before.

“I love you every day, not just because it’s valentines day.” You explained. “Do you?”

“Did you just ask me whether I love you every day?” Aaron scoffed.

“Well?”

“Sweetheart, there hasn’t been a day since I met you that I haven’t loved you. I just love you a little extra today.”

“Oh you do, do you?” You teased.

“Mhm.”

“Well if you love me that much…” You said seductively, leaning down as Aaron’s head tilted back in anticipation of kissing you. Just as you were about to kiss him you whispered, “… Then you can clean your own dishes.”

You leant back up and left Aaron hanging.

He raised an eyebrow in challenge over your actions and you knew that you’d pay for your teasing later. For now he could clean his dishes - alone.

You needed him alone in order to prepare the next part of his valentines day.

<.><.><.>

Aaron trudged up the stairs after turning off the lights downstairs and setting the alarm.

He unbuttoned his shirt a little as he reached the top, stopping at three when he focused on checking on his kids instead.

Each of them were sleeping when he checked.

They were all safe and that’s all that Aaron needed reassuring of.

He walked into your bedroom next and noticed you weren’t in bed reading like he had expected you to be.

He shut the bedroom door and called your name.

“In here.” You responded from the bathroom.

Aaron’s shirt was now all the way unbuttoned but he kept it on as he entered the bathroom.

He knocked as he entered to give you time to tell him to get out if needed.

“Yeah?”

Aaron watched as you checked the temperature of the bath water, which was filled with bubbles, before shaking off the water and rolling your sleeve back down.

The bathroom smelt like those calming bath salts Penelope had bought for both of you.

“What’s all this?” Aaron asked, gesturing to the bath and the warm glowing candles on the counter.

“Happy valentines day.” You smiled.

“Honey.” Aaron pouted as he looked from the room to you, standing there with a smile that would bring even the grumpiest of men to their knees. “This is for me?”

“Yeah. Enjoy.” You leant up to kiss his cheek as you tried to walk past him, but he caught your arm before you could.

“Woah, woah. Where are you going?”

“Uh.. To let you enjoy this.” You furrowed your brows.

“How?” He asked seriously.

“What?”

“How am I supposed to enjoy this, without you?”

His question made your brows soften and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little bit more.

“You do so much for us Aaron. Thought you might want a moment of peace.”

“Well you thought wrong, because all I want right now is you.” He leant down to kiss you, “And that bath.”

You laughed into the kiss he was giving you, “Okay then. You, me and the bath it is.”

[zaundads]

Ultimate Zaundads Quote guides

All the important Zaundads Quotes

I was reading this post on iconic couple quotes and I realized that this is kinda hard for Zaundads considering they have like two scenes where they actually talk to each other. So it's hard not to do "well, just everything". Still, here are all the best ones, highlightes for my faves.

"I trusted you. And you betrayed me."

"I'll show you what you really are."

"I hated you, but you kept my respect."

"I hated you for what you'd done. But as time passed, so did my hate. "

"What I did to you… I've never forgiven myself."

"Greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive."

"What's the point if we can't raise an ankle biter or two?"

"We shared a vision, Vander. A dream of freedom. Not just for the Lanes, but the whole of the underground, united as one. The nation of Zaun. Do you even remember?"

"I had no choice." - "Perhaps. But now you do. Shimmer. We have the power. We can finally realize our dream,"

"Silco. Let her go. This is between you and me." - "You had your chance."

"You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one? "

"I knew you still had it in you."

"Ever wonder what it's like to drown? Story of opposites. There's peace in water. Like it's holdin' you, whisperin' in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away. But then there's this thing… …in your head, and it's raging. Lighting every nerve with madness. To fight. To survive. And all the while, this question lingers before you: "Have you had enough?" It's funny. You could pass a lifetime without ever facing a choice like that. But it changes you forever. For that, I thank you… old friend."

"Oh, it all makes sense now, brother."

"A thousand times I've imagined this moment. Never like this. All we ever wanted."

"You hear that, Bozo 2? We made it. We're done. Oh, you're sadly mistaken. I'm Bozo 1."

"I've looked everywhere, but… it's clear you don't wanna be found. God, I'm shit at this. I'm sorry. When she died, I lost my head. I told myself what I did to you was for the greater good, that you deserved it. But the dirt was on both our hands. Anyway, you know where to find me. Blisters and bedrock. V."

"If he found this, everything might have been different."

Bonus "indirect quotes"

"Benzo, stay back. […] Wait!" (Vander not wanting Benzo to attack Silco)

"We had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leach off their legacies."

"Tonight a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community became a reality."

"So there's a chance for us yet." (Silco to Vander in 2x07)

Merchant: "This is vile." Vander: "You'll learn to love it." (Vander about Zaunite tobacco)

"There's worse things than enforcers out there." (Vander about ?? Silco? Other Zaunite criminals? )

"Fear haunts us all, child." (Silco about ?? The dreams he has about Vander drowning him?)

"Betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out,"

"You two are gonna figure this Zaun thing out. I don't care if you have to carve it out of the bedrock, covered in blisters. You're not allowed to fail anymore."

"Nearly forgot. I ran into an old friend of yours. He had some stories. You weren't always the peacekeeper, were you? - Yeah, well, you can't escape the past. Right?"" (Marcus and Vander about Silco)

"You told me a million times. [...] Blah, blah, blah [...]" (Jinx complaining about just how often Silco talks about Vander)

"Silco thinks he made Jinx, with all his rants and his hard-won lessons. "Excise your doubts, Jinx." "Be what they fear, Jinx." Like everything was the same as when Vander left him."

Did I forget any? What is your ultimate Silco and Vander quote?

Bonus:

Full dialogue of selected scenes under the cut:

Silco and Vander in 1x03: S: It's a little crude, I'll admit. The base violence necessary for change. But we both know topside won't listen to anything else. V: Even with your monsters, you won't win a war against Piltover. S: I don't have to. I just need to scare them. They won't dare set foot in the underground again. V: You'll get people killed. For what? Pride? S: For respect. Opportunity. Everything they've denied us. V: You had my respect. The Lanes' respect, but that… that was never enough for you. S: We shared a vision, Vander. A dream of freedom. Not just for the Lanes, but the whole of the underground, united as one. The nation of Zaun. Do you even remember? I trusted you. And you betrayed me. V: What I did to you… I've never forgiven myself. You were my brother. S: No, you still don't understand. Can you imagine what it's like? When your blood mixes with the filth and the river toxins eat through your nerves. Oh, I hated you for what you'd done. But as time passed, so did my hate. And I was left with an understanding. The only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing. To become what they fear. I hated you, but you kept my respect. Until you made peace with them. Played lapdog after everything we suffered. V: I had no choice. S: Perhaps. But now you do. Shimmer. We have the power. We can finally realize our dream, brother. V: Look at what you've done. Benzo. These kids. In fighting topside, you'd sacrifice everything that we are. It's not the way. Can't you see that? kill me if you have to, but please spare the Lanes. S: You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one? V: I'm just… not that man anymore. S: I'll show you what you really are.

Jinx and Silco 1x05:

S: I almost drowned in these waters. J: You told me a million times. S:Vander wasn't the man you thought he was. J: Right, he was like a brother to you, and he turned his back and blah, blah, blah. Did I miss anything? S: I've got a new one for you. That day, I let a weak man die. And another was reborn. Betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater. You need to let Powder die. So the fear of pain will no longer control you. You're strong now. Just like you were always meant to be. Jinx is perfect.

Silco vs Chembarons 1x07: Have you forgotten where we came from? The mines they had us in? Air so thick it clogged your throat. Stuck in your eyes. But I pulled you all up from the depths. Offered you a taste of topside. And fresh air. I gave you life. Purpose. But you've grown fat and complacent. Too much time in the sun. We came from a world where there was never enough to go around, Finn. That is why we fight. Do you remember?

Silco vs Finn 2x09: S: I'm busy. F: When you took Vander out of play, I thought, "Now here's a man who understands what it takes to run an enterprise." The attitude, the instinct, the eye. The whole package, you were. Always two steps ahead. But time's lapped you, old man. S: You're with him, are you? F: You screwed up, Silco. S: You're too young to remember what the undercity was before it became an "enterprise".We had nothing. You know what bore us through those times? Loyalty. Brothers and sisters back-to-back against whatever the world threw at us. Now I'm forced to share the air with parasites like you, who leach off their legacies. F: Today's the day you die, Silco. S: That's a risk I've known all my life. But I still believe in loyalty.

Silco at the Vander statue: S: A thousand times I've imagined this moment. Never like this. All we ever wanted. The boy didn't even haggle. And what do I lose but problems? Oh, it all makes sense now, brother. Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

[goldenboywrites]

Apollo leaned heavily on Isaac, listening to him, and then Cassio as he filled him in on what he had missed. No one had answered why he was missing the last few hours, but it didn’t matter. There was a higher priority. Theo was a higher priority. He hated missing pieces of his memory, mainly because Cassio kept struggling to hold his gaze, and Apollo couldn’t even figure out what could have happened to cause that. He would fix things with Cassio later. Apollo had a one-track mind, and it was set on revenge right now. 

He had grown up with the same type of man Theo did. He knew what kind of monster his biological father was because Apollo’s father was the same. They were always the same, meaning he wouldn’t give up until he found Theo again. Men like that rarely let their victims get away. This wasn’t a situation Apollo could go to the Aurors about; if he brought it to their attention, he would lose Theo once they ran their DNA and realized they weren’t related. No. A situation like this needed to be handled silently for the safety of everyone in the room. 

His magic raged through his body, demanding he act now. His mind consumed his need for revenge and blood to keep his family safe. But if Apollo stormed off in front of them, they would stop or follow him. He couldn’t have that. “I think you two should stay in the guest room tonight. Oliver is drained, and this way, Isaac can help heal him. And if anything happens, then we’re all here to protect Theo. At least, until we can track down his biological father.” He wouldn’t need more than a night to neutralize that threat. He didn’t look at Cassio as he crossed the living room to Theo, knowing the blonde could read him. Hopefully, with Oliver hurt, Cassio would only have eyes for his boyfriend and not meddle in Apollo’s plans. 

He cradled the little boy in his arms, cradling him against his chest. Theo turned his head into Apollo’s chest, seeking his warmth and protection. “You’re safe now,” He whispered to the boy, kissing his mop of brown hair. “You’re safe forever.” 

“I’ll settle Theo down for the night and then set about creating protection and detection wards around the house,” he said to the room as he made his way to the stairs. He needed to keep them busy if he would slip away from them. “Isaac will help you get Oliver up to the guest room and will assist in healing him. There are far too many wounds for you to handle alone. When everyone is fully rested tomorrow, we can reconvene and figure out what to do next.” By then, Theo’s dad would no longer be a threat. He would be dead. 

Apollo didn’t wait for them to agree; he went up the stairs and into his and Isaac’s room, setting the little boy down in the middle of their bed. He brushed back his hair from his eyes, feeling wetness on his cheeks as he looked at him. He blinked the tears from his eyes, brushing his fingers along the curve of the child’s jaw. He had never wanted another child to go through what he had growing up. He didn’t want Theo to grow up making the same choices he had, living the same life of distrust Apollo had. And he was furious at Alexandria for not contacting him before it was too late. He could have saved her if she had told him. If he had known. Why had she only trusted him when it was too late?

He wiped his face and then set to work, boxing Theo in with pillows so he wouldn’t roll off the bed. Then he went to the closet, pushing back clothes and boxes until he found the invisible, hidden hatch that would only react to his touch. He pulled out a set of clothes, attire spelled to react like armor, the same ones he had used when he was back at university doing the bidding of dark wizards. There wasn’t much need for the clothing these days unless he was set out to extinguish a threat, but it was comforting to keep them close by. For nights like this.

Isaac was at his side the second time he slipped. Truly this day had to be in the books for a record of some kind. Plenty were being broken that day. His fingers twitched before he placed his hands on him but this time he was certain that there wasn't a chance of him being subjected to his magic again. No, things had gone from bad to worse and the babe was none the wiser. And off all of them in that room, he was the one that was going to tell Apollo exactly how their lives were about to change because they decided to choose each other rather than letting his betrothal go through as their parents had intended. His gaze slid to Oliver and Cass and he knew he had to.

"We cas' the spell." Isaac spoke softly, seeing blood smears on the fabric and he immediately bristled. Keep it together. "Well, Oli'va' did." His gaze lingering all over his partner until he found the source of the blood on his hand. He was gentle but quick with rooting through his hair to see exactly how bad it was. Thankfully it looked relatively clean and no more than an inch or so. He'd be okay but that had to be fixed now. Fingers gently moved to the spot and he muttered softly under his breath, watching as his words spoke action into existence. "Theo wasn' safe where he was an' Alex knew tha' sendin' him he'e would be best."

Apollo's skin slowly stitched itself together as he watched and Isaac breathed out slowly. His arms wrapped around Apollo tightly and he just held him. There was so much insanity he just needed to be grounded to him in that moment. And especially before he went on. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Cass whispering in Oliver's ear. He couldn't make it out but decided that maybe that wasn't for him. They deserve privacy too. Cassio did. He knew he was close with Alexandra, if for no other reason than the man under his touch at that moment.

"His real da' was abusive an' she was very sca'ed." His tone was even but quiet, his now bloody fingers motioned towards the pair on the floor and winced seeing his friend like that. He could only imagine how that could translate to a body nearly a quarter his size. Isaac's stomach flipped and he decided that whatever hell was coming would be worth it. "She knew tha' we would ta'e care o' him." His lip started to quiver then and he grew quiet. His eyes drifted to the little form of Theo laying on that floor as if he were always meant to be there. "He's ... he's stayin' with us." There wasn't room for discussion that front. Whatever questions he had he could ask Oliver but Isaac wrapped his arms around the man and held him as tight as he could manage. "'m so sorry." He whispered, kissing the soft spot under his ear just ever so slightly.

Cass stared at the little boy's sleeping face and found himself oddly envious in that moment. He wondered for a moment if anyone had ever took the time to watch him sleep when he was younger. He felt Oliver flinch under him as his shoulder bumped into his and Cass finally pulled back. His hands immediately reaching for his face to wipe way any sign that he'd cried or let the frustration truly take over. Because for once, this wasn't his fault. It wasn't because of something he and Apollo were involved in but it seriously made him question what they were doing. He'd been questioning it for a while but today was enough to know that it was enough.

"She's dead, Apollo." He spoke plainly, pulling his gaze from the boy and finally holding Apollo's gaze then. His fingers gently rubbed over Oliver's arm and he sighed out, feeling the air hit his face and he let another tear go. "She got him out but .." He trailed off, not really knowing where they were meant to go from that moment. There'd been some bombshells but the blonde had had his fill for the rest of his life so far as he was concerned.

[cosmiic-world]

wiege — rafayel

content: pure fluff, domestic!rafayel x fem!reader, reader and rafayel have twins, fear of thunder.

a/n: i saw someone say that this sounds like a lullaby that hyuna and luka are singing to their kids in a different universe and i lowkey hear luka as rafayel in this one so… this is the result. for somewhat immersive reading, play the song at the asterisk (*)

“i’m home!” you called out as you entered your shared home with arms full of grocery bags. you put the bags on the kitchen table and smiled as rafayel walked towards you.

“welcome back, my love.” rafayel said, smiling widely as his arms wrapped around you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“where are the kids?” you asked but before he could answer, you had already received it in the form of two pairs of feet padding down the hallway.

“mommy!!” your twins called out, giggling excitedly as they practically pushed their dad aside to hug your legs.

“hi my babies!” you said, giggling as you bent down to hug them tightly.

“come play with us! daddy got too boringgg!!” one of them said before they both grabbed each of your hands, dragging you to their room.

rafayel chuckled and shook his head before working on putting away the groceries.

as the night went on, you and rafayel played with the kids until it was time for bed. as usual, you made sure they did everything necessary before going to bed.

as you were about to go to bed, rain began to fall, hitting their window in small pitter patters. it wasn’t until thunder began to boom that you heard a shriek of your and rafayel’s name.

“mommy!! daddy!!” the cry was followed by their feet running towards your room.

both you and rafayel quickly sat up. “what’s wrong?” you said softly.

“w-we’re scared. can we sleep with you?” one of them said, sniffling and wiping away the small tears that threatened to fall from their eyes.

“of course, come here my loves.” you said, opening your arms.

they both quickly rushed to your bed, climbing up and snuggling in the middle of you and rafayel. as you both hugged them, they were slowly beginning to calm down.

until a big crash of thunder sounded, the twins flinched, gasping and hiding under the covers.

“mommy.. daddy.. i’m scared.” you heard a small whisper.

“it’s okay, my love. we’re here to protect you, always.” you whispered back.

“i can’t sleep.. i’m too scared.” the other twin whispered.

“you know, your mom used to be scared of thunder too.” rafayel said, to which they both gasped at.

“how did you stop being scared?” they asked you.

“i stopped being scared when i met your dad. he used to sing me to sleep when i got scared.” you told them, smiling fondly at the memories of being wrapped tightly in rafayel’s warm embrace.

“he used to hold me, just like this.” your arms wrapped tightly around one of the twins’ while rafayel tightly hugged the other one.

“she used to listen to my heartbeat, like this.” he said, guiding his child’s head to their ear rested flat against his chest. you did the same. “and i used to sing to her.”

“what did you sing?” the twin you were holding asked.

“let’s see if i remember.. it was a song i learned when i was a kid.” he said softly.

*

you began to sing the song you remembered by heart, smiling as rafayel joined with you.

as you sang, you remember being held by rafayel so tightly, his words of affirmation ringing in your head.

nothing will hurt you. i will protect you forever.

you found yourself repeating those words to your children as they slowly drifted to sleep in your arms.

“i think they’re asleep.” rafayel whispered to you.

“i love you rafayel.” you whispered back.

“i love you most, miss bodyguard.” you couldn’t help but smile at the old nickname your husband used to call you.

you listened to the soft breathing of your children before drifting off to sleep.

[atopvisenyashill]

I'm not debating dark!Dany, because I think there's a lot of things that point towards that as well as a lot of things that don't, so I could easily see it going either way at this point. But I don't understand people characterizing Dany killing Mirri Maz Duur as "she burned her slave to death" because that had zero bearing on the situation? She doesn't burn her because she's a slave, she burns her for murdering her son, and if any other character had murdered her son, it seems pretty obvious that she would react the exact same way. And personally, that's a fully understandable and reasonable reaction to someone killing your child.

I've been seeing this characterization a lot recently, and you're someone who's takes I really enjoy, so I wanted to ask you why you specifically see it that way because it's a very confusing viewpoint to me.

A boy came, younger than Dany, slight and scarred, dressed up in a frayed grey tokar trailing silver fringe. His voice broke when he told of how two of his father's household slaves had risen up the night the gate broke. One had slain his father, the other his elder brother. Both had raped his mother before killing her as well. The boy had escaped with no more than the scar upon his face, but one of the murderers was still living in his father's house, and the other had joined the queen's soldiers as one of the Mother's Men. He wanted them both hanged.

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. Dany had no choice but to deny him. She had declared a blanket pardon for all crimes committed during the sack. Nor would she punish slaves for rising up against their masters.

“mirri killed her son” is devoid of the context that mirri is a slave though. that boy in the above text is a child, younger than dany. the slaves are adults, like Mirri. and like Mirri, in their anger, when given the option to harm someone who enslaved them, they chose harm, and they killed his family. if you were to describe it out of context “he doesn’t hate them because they are slaves he hates them because they murdered his family and raped his mom” it sounds awful. but when you factor in the power dynamic at hand it suddenly becomes uncomfortable and much more complex as a situation.

mirri, just like those slaves, is only in this situation because she is a slave. dany has the power to order her burned because she is a master. it’s absolutely relevent to the situation because the only reason this situation exists is because dany owns slaves and mirri is one of the slaves she owns.

let's take a comparison here - jon isn't a classist prick to pyp, grenn, small paul, and all the other boys, they're bullying him. that sounds like a wild thing to say but it's not wrong. they are bullying him, they are making fun of him because he is a bastard who should "know his place" underneath the people like alliser thorne and they enable alliser's behavior towards him with the repeated use of the "lord snow" nickname. but as tyrion points out the bullying is not devoid of context - in fact the context is more important because it explains the aggressive behavior. in reality, pyp, grenn, and small paul don't really care that much about jon being a bastard, they just don't like being made to feel like they're idiots and jon's prickly behavior does just that. it doesnt really matter that jon is being prickly because thorne is purposefully antagonizing him over being a bastard because ultimately, what the boys see is jon's class status and an attitude that strikes them as arrogant. the moment he starts using his prickliness in defense of them rather than against them, that trio becomes his devoted friends - and while people like chett and thorne really do care about the fact that jon is a bastard, as we see in chett's prologue chapter, chett is also very bothered by the fact that sam is immensely privileged and can read better because of it. is it sam's fault that he was born privileged? no. and yet his privilege results in a loss of station for chett and it leads chett down an abysmal and dark path. yes chett is responsible for his own decisions. but you cannot divorce chett's bitterness from the fact that he is lowborn and sam is highborn. it's not about "well chett is mean" it's about one person having immense privilege and one person being born in the dirt. it's not about "well dany would have killed mirri even if she wasn't a slave" it's about how dany was born with a fancy last name and mirri is raped repeatedly and watches everything she has built be destroyed directly because of something dany wants to do.

beyond that. i think that rhaego’s death is actually much more complicated than a cut and dry “mirri murdered dany’s son so dany burned her alive.” mirri does not act maliciously towards dany until after everything is said and done - because she does not have ill intent. no she isn’t selflessly helping dany. rather she is hoping to alleviate the humiliation and danger with being a slave by making herself useful. this meta here is a good breakdown of the entire situation from mirri's pov but look at what mirri is doing and saying, what she's actually doing, and not just dany's confused thoughts.

One of them, a thick-bodied, flat-nosed woman of forty years, blessed Dany haltingly in the Common Tongue, but from the others she got only flat black stares. They were suspicious of her, she realized with sadness; afraid that she had saved them for some worse fate.

“Silver Lady,” a woman’s voice said behind her, “I can help the Great Rider with his hurts. " Dany turned her head. The speaker was one of the slaves she had claimed, the heavy, flat-nosed woman who had blessed her.

Mirri Maz Duur studied Drogo, her face still and dead. "The wound has festered."

Mirri Maz Duur came with her, eyes heavy from sleep. “Drink,” she said, lifting Dany’s head to the cup once more, but this time it was only wine. Sweet, sweet wine. Dany drank, and lay back, listening to the soft sound of her own breathing. She could feel the heaviness in her limbs, as sleep crept in to fill her up once more. “Bring me …” she murmured, her voice slurred and drowsy. “Bring … I want to hold …” “Yes?” the maegi asked. “What is it you wish, Khaleesi?”

“You knew,” Dany said when they were gone. She ached, inside and out, but her fury gave her strength. “You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price, and yet you let me pay it.” “It was wrong of them to burn my temple,” the heavy, flat-nosed woman said placidly. “That angered the Great Shepherd.”

“It is not enough to kill a horse,” she told Dany. “By itself, the blood is nothing. You do not have the words to make a spell, nor the wisdom to find them. Do you think bloodmagic is a game for children? You call me maegias if it were a curse, but all it means is wise. You are a child, with a child’s ignorance. Whatever you mean to do, it will not work. Loose me from these bonds and I will help you.”

i don’t think she poisoned drogo. i think she attempted to help him to appease dany, because she doesn't want to be resold, & drogo doesn’t follow her directions. i think she’s actually very upset as it starts to sink in that drogo, to steal a tyrion line, is not just vicious he’s a vicious idiot.

and then dany asks her to do some pretty serious and dangerous magic. mirri gives dany very clear instructions.

“The time for that is past, my lady,” Mirri said. “All I can do now is ease the dark road before him, so he might ride painless to the night lands. He will be gone by morning.” Her words were a knife through Dany’s breast. What had she ever done to make the gods so cruel? She had finally found a safe place, had finally tasted love and hope. She was finally going home. And now to lose it all … “No,” she pleaded. “Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. You must know a way … some magic, some …”

Mirri Maz Duur sat back on her heels and studied Daenerys through eyes as black as night. “There is a spell.” Her voice was quiet, scarcely more than a whisper. “But it is hard, lady, and dark. Some would say that death is cleaner. I learned the way in Asshai, and paid dear for the lesson. My teacher was a bloodmage from the Shadow Lands.” “You must. Once I begin to sing, no one must enter this tent. My song will wake powers old and dark. The dead will dance here this night. No living man must look on them.”

jorah does not listen.

dany is right, mirri is trying to teach her but while mirri certainly sets a trap and knows very well if it goes off people are going to die, i think framing her as an evil conniving witch who got killed ONLY because she is partially responsible for rhaego’s death, completely ignores mirri’s frame of mind and the precarious situation she is forced into by dany herself. she is a slave. she is dany's slave. you cannot divorce that from what dany does to her or what she does to dany.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

i know that this has probably never been discussed in twisted wonderland before, but im curious to know what you'd think about whether necromancy would be considered a taboo/"dark" magic (like in dungeon meshi, if you've watched or read it)?

I read like one volume of the Dungeon Meshi manga a few years back :DD but unfortunately never read (or watched) beyond that! I don’t think that background knowledge is needed to talk about necromancy though, it’s a relatively common thing in fantasy or magical worlds.

I’m thinking that necromancy either doesn’t exist (since we’ve never heard of any reference being made to it) OR that it does exist, though it is probably taboo and it must either be a forgotten art, or very extremely difficult to achieve. This is because Malleus is one of the top 5 strongest mages in Twisted Wonderland (and his grandmother is described to be even more powerful than him) yet he does not indicate he has the capacity for resurrecting the dead??? Even though you’d think that if necromancy was possible, the Draconias would be capable of it and Maleficia would want to revive her only child, regardless of the ethics of it (which would be dicey). Furthermore, Malleus and others in the cast (like Idia, Rollo, etc.) seem to act as though death is finality. When Lilia shares that his magic is waning and that he is going to retire to (and die in) the Land of Crimson Long, Malleus laments that, despite all his magical power, he cannot stop the hands of time. If magic could solve everything, then Malleus would casually pull that necromancy spell out of his ass, no??? In Idia's case, the researchers from S.T.Y.X. react with revulsion when Idia constructs an artificial intelligence modelled after his deceased younger brother. This makes it seem like to "bring back the dead" is considered forbidden.

I want to add that ghosts don’t count as the result of necromancy; in-universe, we get the lore that ghosts are the dead who were not able to pass on due to an strong earthly desire or unfulfilled wish keeping them chained to the land of the living. Ghosts also tend to only be seen in areas with high magical energy, like NRC campus. They also have abilities and limitations which are not the same as fully restoring someone from the dead. I’m not sure what the senators count as (since they’re not described as ghosts), but I don’t think they count as instances of necromancy either.

There’s a fan theory that Crowley is Malleus’s missing father Raverne—however, a certain variation of that theory elaborates that, if true, it recontextualizes the speech Crowley gives at the start of the game. Some speculate that the “flower of evil” he speaks highly of is his dead wife Maleanor. They suggest that Crowley is someone purposefully orchestrating OBs (an idea proposed by Idia in book 6) to gather blot stones (Crowley does ask us in the main story if we’ve seen blot stones lying around) for use in a ceremony to revive her. That’s just a theory though! There’s an alternative theory that Crowley is trying to revive the Great Seven as well. As I said before, we have yet to receive any official confirmation that necromancy is even possible in Twst.

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Hay it 🌞

God, I really love chapter two even when it's so short. I'm eating it whit this hands 🤌

It gives me the idea that the part of Y/N dream we see is just what she remembers in the dream. Because it happens a lot in dreams to me, i remember some parts and forget others. This nightmare is probably a memory but what about if it's not exactly the same as in real life?

It also makes me think. When you see from someone POV you see how they sees the others. For example if X thinks Y/N are dumb than most things about them will seem dumb for this person. Their face, their styles? Their speech and the way they carry themselve. It can also make X undermine Y/N's achievements and see them as easy. Because when you believe something your mind looks for signs to support that claim. If you hate someone you see them uglier then they are and if you love someone then the opposite happens. (Make me think of how the Batfamily sees Y/N 👀)

There's also something I keep thinking about. I'm not a DC fan but from what I found out is that in the comic they show us more of how paranoid Bruce is and how much effort he puts into not letting the world know his family's secret. For an example there's more than one time where he made Dick put on the Batman suit and show up at the same time and place as Bruce. He also has people who watch social media for him to see about how people see him and his family (rich people have that). I don't know if the public knows Y/N as the unwanted child they are but if they do then Bruce or at least this people working for him do.

**I also want to ask how do you prefer people askes and stuff? Do you mind them being long and stuff and what are the things you don't feel comfortable with so I don't end up crossing your boundaries.**

Thank you for reading this and happy (late?) Valentine!!!

Ahhhhh 🌞anon how are you always reading my mind😭✋ I love the unreliable narrator trope and the different POV in this chapter was me setting it up! I love playing with POVs since as you said people have different views on reality and that alters their truth, seeing that in writing is my absolute favorite thing to see so im super happy that you asked this! And about the thing with Bruce you’re totally right he’s a very paranoid man and im sorry if it wasn't clear when i wrote it but the reader does go to galas and puts on a facade to protect the reputation of the wayne family so thats why they get super anxious about it, because that was their assigned job and they are determined to see it through because to them it defines their worth. I plan on going into detail on other povs of the batfam and others like even a teacher of the reader. Sorry if the chapters are short now but they will get longer as the story goes deeper and i have more to write about story wise! As always thank you for reading and commenting, I’ll probably post rules for my asks so it’s official but overall i don’t mind any asks as long as they’re respectful and not cruel. Also i love your long asks so please don’t worry! Happy (late) valentines day!

[chiclet-go-boom]

I know that nobody here in my curated mutuals is probably into Thousand Autumns, but I still gotta ask:

After trawling through the top ten pages so far of kudo'd fanfic on Archive of Our Own, looking for more Shen Qiao/Yan Wushi shenanigans, did NONE of us watch the same show? (sorry, still contemplating if buying the novels is worth it at $20/pop x 5)

Shen Qiao is a sect leader. Of a top-ranked sect. Ludicrously strong. As of right now in the donghua, he has not only received, but internalized two of the five Solarity texts which lead to immortality. He probably gets more later. For fuck's sake, the dude glows when he meditates.

And of all the fanfic I've read that looked interesting in the summary, he's nearly invariably written as a drowned rat. Incapable of nearly anything. Cries at the drop of a hat, over things not worth crying about. Oh my god, the crying. Yan Wushi has to hold his hand constantly or nothing gets accomplished.

The guy breaks every bone in his body from a shove off a mountain, poisoned to his core by something meant to tear his qi to shreds, wakes up to find himself completely blind from said poison, doesn't so much as complain. Cries one single tear over a child that dies in his arms. Sheds another tear later over the death of another child he couldn't save.

Meanwhile, Fanfic Shen Qiao can't get over a hangnail.

What the hell, people? At this point, its like reading about a moppet dressed up in a fuzzy bathrobe and I just do not get how we got from canon / canon-adjacency to this milkbread.

Is this just a wider symptom of the danmei space? That whichever guy is designated as the girl-substitute has to embody the worst perceptions of the gender-split?

This is driving me nuts. This is usually where I get so annoyed I end up writing my own fanfiction in homage of canon, just to get the curl off my lip as I shred through the meagre offerings, but I just do not have the energy for it. Dear lord above, could I please get a character depiction that's something I could actually recognize.

Okay, I feel better now. Carry on.

[rodger-eyeballis]

I doubt you celebrate it but I hope you have an enjoyable Valentine’s Day

” In fact, everything is just wonderful for us on this day! In fact, it would be extremely ignorant not to celebrate such a romantic feast.. Oh! I want to inform you, Roger turned out to be an awesome poet, hehe (and not only him, some of the participants make me smile.. It's a pity that that child didn't exist, he would have written such a tread) I think whoever gets a love letter from him will be very lucky, I'm serious. Yes, yes, it will not only be luck, you will be able to fly directly to the moon or see snowfall in summer. I forcibly took the text away from the detective especially for you, because it turned out that he was still the same sweet, shy, big guy. However, you can't hide anything from Brigtney when it comes to literature! Read with pleasure, members of my online club and be inspired:

‘ In the quiet of the evening, I stand before the glass, A reflection of the man I used to be, Once, love danced in my heart, like shadows that pass, Now it whispers softly, like waves on the sea.

The days of passion fading, like stories left untold, Yet here in the mirror, a spark begins to glow, Though I’ve hidden my heart, and wrapped it in cold, There’s a hint of a warmth that I barely know.

I recall the laughter that echoed through the air, The way your smile could light the darkest of nights. But now I stand solitary, burdened by despair, Yet the mirror betrays me, revealing new sights.

So here’s to the unknown, to that flicker of chance, To the delicate moment love wishes to find, For even in shadows, there’s room for romance, In the heart of a man, hope lingers, entwined. ‘

Oh, I'm clapping standing up! What a blessing! However, I can slightly assume that Mr. Rodger wrote poetry before me, a long time ago, which is a bit of cheating. For this reason, I will have to judge him more harshly than the others :b But more about that later. I wish you all good luck today, we will all hope that on this day those halves who were completely in love with each other, but could not say so directly, will be reunited. Remember, be more confident in yourself! Bye!!! ”

[mj-iza-writer]

So this next story is going to be a historical fiction whump. I have a section divider up as I think this is one of my longest stories yet. I have been wanting to write a history based whump for quite a while, but I was never able to think of something that would work.

I have been learning the Russian language and a dear friend of mine here on Tumblr has taught me so much of their Russian culture. I feel so enlightened on Russia. I would honestly love to visit.

One thing this friend has just taught me was The Siege of Leningrad. St. Petersburg sits where Leningrad sat. I had never been taught this, but did you know Nazi Germany tried to seize a Russian city during World War 2. I watched a video of the history as I wanted to know more about this part of history. I can say it was disturbing, but as a history buff, you have to take the good and the bad parts of World History.

The story below is historical fiction. I did use elements of what I learned to hopefully paint a picture to tell you about this part of history. You will see time traveling, lab rat Whumpee, Caretaker, Carewhumper, survivors guilt, environment whump, historical whump. Thats only the tip of the iceberg as well as I can't think of what else to tag this as.

Again it is long, but I really enjoyed writing this, and I really hope you enjoy reading.

Story warnings: mentions of an actual war, people doing what they cam to survive (graphic), swearing.

Please enjoy my first major attempt at historical whump. -MJ

Aleksandr typed in Leningrad into their computer.

"What does that mean, Aleksi?", Hannah cautiously glanced at the screen.

"Oh, it's what St. Petersburg use to be called", Aleksandr sighed, "back when I was a very young child."

"Like my age?", Hannah now looked at the computer bravely as they had seen they weren't bothering the older researcher.

"Well, younger, I was very young. You can see I've typed The Siege of Leningrad here", Aleksandr pointed, "this was a very important part of my countries history."

Hannah looked up curiously.

Aleksandr pulled the young lab rat onto his lap, "do you want to look at this with me? It is rather sad, but it will tell you a lot about my early years."

"Will I bother you?", Hannah looked up nervously, "I know not to bother Dr. Aleksi when he is busy."

"You won't bother me dear", Aleksandr laughed.

Hannah watched as the computer screen clicked to a photo. Hannah quickly covered their eyes.

"Sorry, yes.... that was a little graphic for you. Unfortunately that is what it looked like back then."

"Aleksi... was that a real person?", Hannah looked up nervously.

"Yes, they were real. That poor soul had scurvy. Unfortunately starvation led them to that horrible disease", Aleksandr clicked away quickly.

"Did they survive?", Hannah looked up.

"Unfortunately they did not", Aleksandr hugged the lab rat close, "maybe you shouldn't be shown this stuff. You're still very innocent."

"Please let me, Dr. Aleksi, please", Hannah pleaded.

"Okay, you can see, but if you get too uncomfortable we will stop", Aleksandr adjusted how Hannah sat, "here, выпей немного воды (have some water), your lips look chapped."

Hannah took the offered cup from the researcher and drank it quickly.

"So this started in September of 1941, during World War two. It was a troubling time for our world, but for a long time it didn't affect Russia not until that fateful day", Aleksandr paused to click to another picture, "I was just about to turn ten. My father had planned on coming home early that day to celebrate. He did come home early, and we tried to celebrate as much as we could. There was an uncomfortable feeling in the room. I overheard my parents talking about it. I was still too young to understand."

"There you are", someone yelled at the entrance to Aleksandr's door.

"I'm in trouble", Hannah whispered a sigh.

"Timothy, I am in the middle of something with Hannah", Aleksandr looked up at their partner.

"No, because I am in the middle of something with them. They snuck out of their restraints when I went to grab something", Timothy stormed to Hannah.

"Hannah is that true?", Aleksandr looked down at the lab rat.

"Yesh", Hannah whispered sadly.

"You little scamp", Aleksandr chuckled.

"Come on. You can come back to this later", Timothy grabbed Hannah's wrist and pulled her.

"Ow", Hannah complained sadly, "but Aleksi was telling me about his childhood."

"I can tell you more later. Do as Timothy says", Aleksandr turned and watched Hannah as they were dragged out of the room.

He turned to the next picture, which happened to be a picture of his family.

"You are so naughty", Timothy tightened the straps, "you know better than to escape during experiments."

Hannah whimpered, "I'm sorry."

"I guess that's what I get for leaving you unattend... wait, did you have water?", Timothy took a closer look.

"Yes, Aleksi gave me some while we were talking", Hannah frowned, "was that a no-no?"

"Yes that was a no-no", Timothy sighed, "great."

"How did the experiment go?", Aleksandr walked into the lab and saw Hannah was playing with some toys on the floor near Timothy's desk.

"It had to be rescheduled. They weren't supposed to have water", Timothy smiled weakly.

"Oh no, that was my fault. I apologize", Aleksandr frowned, "I just saw her dry lips and was concerned."

"I understand. You tend to keep an eye on hydration", Timothy sighed, "I can easily reschedule the test."

"When you grow up like I did... when water was scarce", Aleksandr side glanced Hannah, "I'm kind of glad you came and grabbed them. I don't think they were ready to learn about Leningrad."

Timothy nodded, "yes, unfortunately I wasn't ready either. I know what you are talking about, that's why I'm not mad. I'm just working on this idea for time travel right now."

"Oh, maybe you can go back in time and find out where I left my glasses", Aleksandr sighed.

Timothy pointed at their own forehead, "I found them."

Aleksandr reached up, and chuckled, "well, at least I won't lose my head, so they were never lost."

"Yes that would be bad if you lost your head", Timothy nodded, "what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I was actually going to rest tomorrow. These eighties are hitting me hard", Aleksandr sighed.

"Of course, you can take as many days as you like. We will try to leave the lab standing while your gone", Timothy smiled, "right Hannah?"

"Yes sir", Hannah looked up.

"Very well, take care of them", Aleksandr turned.

"I will", Timothy grinned.

"Oh, I was talking to Hannah", Aleksandr smiled mischievously.

Hannah giggled.

The next day, Hannah frowned when they walked into the lab room.

"What's that?", Hannah pointed.

"That is a time machine prototype", Timothy sighed without looking up, "don't touch."

Hannah looked at it nervously, "do-does it work?"

"I don't know yet", Timothy looked up finally, "its a prototype, I stayed up when an idea hit me. That was what I came up with. It's supposed to connect to the computer. The idea is to search something and be able to go to the destination. We can go back in time or into the future. Hopefully we can also go to different places. I would love to take Aleksandr to St. Petersburg one more time before....", Timothy sighed.

"Before he retires from the lab", Hannah smiled.

"Yeah", Timothy choked out, "before... he retires."

"He will probably love retirement", Hannah grinned, "what does this d...."

"Don't touch it", Timothy had looked down, "Hannah?.... Hannah?"

Timothy looked up, the machine was glowing... Hannah was gone. Suddenly the machine glitched and turned off.

"Shit.... shit... shit", Timothy jumped, "no no no. Aleksandr is going to kill me if I lose another lab rat.... especially Hannah."

"Turn on... please turn on", Timothy pleaded, "shit... Aleksi is going to retire me if I don't fix this."

Timothy hurried to the computer, "please tell me someone searched a safe place recently. That would at least make me feel a little better about Hannah's predicament.

Timothy's breath caught when he read the screen.

"Siege of Leningrad"

"Oh no, oh no.... no no no", Timothy looked back at the machine, "I am dead, I am very much dead. Hannah is doomed... and I am dead."

Aleksandr sipped the last of their tea.

"Let's go see what they are up to. I said I would take today off. I never said I wouldn't check in", they set their cup aside, "maybe Hannah will have some free time and we can read together. Hopefully get her mind off of Leningrad."

Timothy panicked when they saw Aleksandr walk past and reach for the door.

"I'm about to die. I'm about to be murdered by an eighty year old Russian man", Timothy gulped, "and I deserve it."

"Hey Timothy, I was wondering if Hannah was busy. I'd like to read with them", Aleksandr looked around, "where is the scamp... oh... is that your time machine."

"Ymhmm", Timothy squeaked, "we have a problem."

"You look quite pale. Are you sick?", Aleksandr frowned.

"No, but uhm... I've lost Hannah", Timothy's voice caught.

"You what?", Aleksandr's frown deepened, "lost as in playing hide and seek, and you can't find them, I hope."

Timothy could only shake their head.

"Ты что, шутишь? (Are you fucking kidding me?)", Caretaker yelled.

"It was an accident. I told them not to touch it. They asked what something did, then they disappeared. The machine glitched and turned off.... it won't turn back on",  Timothy gulped, "I've tried everything.. honest."

"Where the heck did they end up?", Aleksandr glared.

Timothy's hands shook as they pointed at the screen.

Aleksandr paled, "get them back... get them back now."

"I can't.... it won't turn on... I've been trying all morning", Timothy pleaded, "I told them not to touch."

"This is Hannah we are talking about. You know as well as I do that they have curious hands", Aleksandr hurried to the desk, "come on, we need to get them back. You just signed their death certificate."

Hannah fearfully hid in an alley. Explosions were happening everywhere. Screaming, yelling, crying.

Hannah blinked away tears, "where am I?"

Another explosion happened in the building sitting in front of them.

Hannah panicked and ran out of the alley and into the streets. Many others were also running.

Hannah quickly looked back. In their distracted haste, they tripped and fell to the ground.

Hannah's eyes were filled with dirt and ash. They tried to wipe it away. They could finally see a fuzzy image of what they tripped over.

Hannah covered their mouth to muffle a scream. A dead man reached out to them. Some parts of the corpse seemed to be butchered away. They had been dead for a day or so, Hannah guessed.

Hannah quickly crawled away and got up and ran.

Everywhere they ran seemed to bring new images of suffering. Children crying next to corpses. People stealing food and running away. Women with cuts down their arms... hugging their babies in front of charred buildings.

Hannah finally found another place to hide.

"It's so cold here", she shivered, "I wonder where I am. I hope wherever this is, Dr. Timothy can find me. I hope it's soon."

People ran past.

"That almost sounds like words Aleksi has said in the lab", Hannah listened, "am I-I in Russia?", she looked around, "I-I wonder if this is what Aleksi was showing me yesterday. I really wish I could have learned a little more. I don't even remember what this was called."

Hannah looked down, "I'm not going to make it long. It's freezing, and if I'm where I think I am, I'm going to freeze to death. I stick out, obviously. I'm not dressed for the period. It's better to hide out here and hope Aleksi and Dr. Timothy will get me. I hope that's soon."

That night Hannah huddled next to a smoldering building for warmth. People were still out. It seemed some were dragging dead bodies to somewhere. Some where crying in front of the fallen buildings that had been bombed earlier. Others were scavenging for anything they could find to eat.

"I-is this what Aleksi grew up in, and he said he was ten during this time period", Hannah felt her stomach rumble, "I haven't eaten today either. But I'll be okay."

Days passed without signs of Aleksi and Dr. Timothy.

Hannah was witness to horror after horror.

"I want to go home", Hannah cried that night as they huddled next to another building that had been bombed. They had watched several bodies get pulled from the rubble only a few hours ago.

"I'm cold.... it's so cold", Hannah pulled a torn cloth they had found tighter around them, "I'm hungry... I can't find food."

Hannah had tried to scavenge some food, but they needed a card to actually get something from any stores.

"Of course.... wars mean rations. I don't have a ration card... I'm not from this time. I don't look like I'm from this time."

Hannah yawned, "I'm tired. I can't sleep. If I sleep... I'll freeze to death", they licked their lips, "Aleksi would be forcing me to drink water right now. Your lips are chapped, he'd tell me. I don't know where to get water... I don't even know if I can safely drink it. I'm in the danger zone tomorrow. I've gone to long without water. Dr. Timothy says three days is the max. I need to be careful."

Hannah limped through the shadows. They tried to stay out of the way of the inhabitants. Nobody seemed to notice them. Or at least they ignored Hannah. Everyone seemed to ignore each other. It was survival of the fittest here. You took care of yours, and that was it."

Hannah fell to the side, they stumbled a few steps and fell to their knees.

"My body is not doing good. I don't know how these people are surviving like this. I've been here for at least four days now, they have been living this since... uh, whenever Aleksi said this started."

Hannah huddled beside a building.

"Алекса́ндр (Aleksandr)", a woman called as a young child climbed through some rubble.

"Мама, смотри (mama, look)", the child pointed at Hannah.

The woman pulled on the child's arm and led them away from the strange person.

Hannah sighed, "that sounded like she said Aleksandr. I really hope they come and get me. They have a bad habit of losing lab rats, but Aleksi has warned about messing with time travel."

Hannah buried her face into her arms, "they wouldn't leave me... right?"

"Hannah?"

She thought she heard a familiar voice call for her.

"I think the dehydration is getting to me", Hannah blinked tiredly, "or the lack of sleep. That sounds like Aleksi."

"Hannah?", the voice got closer.

"Aleksi?", Hannah peaked out.

An old man limped toward her. Cane in hand.

"Aleksi!!", Hannah cried as she ran out of her hiding spot towards him.

"Oh thank goodness", Aleksandr sighed in relief as he hugged her tight, "I'm so glad you're okay. Here we need to get home. You're in desperate need of medical attention."

Hannah cried, "I'm so happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you as well. Come along... our presence has already messed with this part of history", Aleksandr turned.

"How did you find me?", Hannah quickly followed.

"My past self saw you, that child was me. I was able to remember you", Aleksandr frowned, "we shouldn't be messing with history like this. Close your eyes."

A bright light shown.

"You may open your eyes now", Aleksandr instructed.

Hannah opened their eyes and looked around.

"Oh thank heavens",  a relieved voice came from behind.

"Dr. Timothy?", Hannah turned.

"You're home", Timothy almost sounded as though they were promising themself that and not Hannah.

"Medical attention first. We will talk after that. Food, IV, and fluids. Bath", Aleksandr ordered as they limped out of the room.

"I-is he mad?", Hannah whimpered as Timothy picked them up.

"He's mad at me for the incident, and I'm sure he was not happy to see his city like that. It brings back bad memories", Timothy explained, "I would have went in after you, but he said he would be able to find you better."

Hannah rested in a hospital bed. They had an IV of fluid in one arm. Their other arm had an IV that was pumping in nutrients. A third IV was also placed in their wrist to give them medicine for any illnesses they could have contracted while in Leningrad.

Hannah was now wrapped in several blankets. Dr. Timothy fed them one of their favorite meals and even dessert.

Hannah's eyes were growing heavy when Aleksandr walked into the room.

"Aleksi", Whumpee's eyes opened widely, "are you okay?"

"I was about to ask you the same question", Aleksandr sat down, "I read over the charts and Timothy did good to get you taken care of."

Aleksandr watched as Hannah looked down.

"I'm afraid you saw more than what I wanted you to see. It was even harder I could imagine as you couldn't understand what was being said around you. I didn't want you to know about everything, but it would have been better that I had told you why Leningrad was under siege."

Aleksandr explained the history to Hannah as they waited for the medicine to finish.

"I saw so many horrific things. I tripped over a corpse. I-I-I saw a horse get butchered alive, and other animals. People were just as scary", Hannah looked at Aleksandr sadly, "why did that happen?"

"It's hard to say. Power makes people hungry. They want more and more. No matter how much they get.... it's never enough", Aleksandr sighed, "I'm glad we got you back. Remember this all happened for 900 days."

"I'm so glad you survived it", Hannah smiled, "I wouldn't have been able to be with you had you not."

"Well, I had a good mother who took care of me", Aleksandr smiled.

"That woman... the one who pulled you away... she had cuts on her arms. I had seen them on others. May I ask what those were from?", Hannah looked at Aleksandr with curious eyes.

"No, as for right now... you have seen enough", Aleksandr smiled weakly, "you need to sleep. Your eye lids are very dark."

"Wi-will you sit with me.... just for a little while?", Hannah frowned, "I don't want to be alone."

"I will sit with you until you fall asleep. How does that sound?", Aleksandr leaned up and started to pet Hannah's head to comfort her. He hummed a song his mom would sing every night, whether in the bomb shelter or elsewhere."

Hannah's eyelids were no match. They were asleep in minutes.

Aleksandr sighed as they sat back. Flashbacks were haunting him since a few days ago. Now seeing it all in person again.

Memories of his mom cutting her arm open and forcing Aleksandr to drink the blood. It was the only thing she could think to do to keep her starving child alive.

She had gotten sick from the diseases carried by the overpopulation of rats.

Aleksandr remembered sitting next to his mother's corpse all day at the age of eleven. Waiting for his father to come home from the factory. His father never returned. A bomb had been dropped on the factory that morning.

Aleksandr wiped a tear, "I'm haunted by these memories", Aleksandr whispered, "then I see my mom walking again."

Aleksandr turned to Hannah and watched them as their chest gently rose and fell.

"I'm sorry you were witness to that", Aleksandr sighed, "we did what we had to do to survive back then."

"Yes you did", a voice came from behind, "sorry, I was checking on Whumpee and heard you talking. I thought maybe you were talking to her, I didn't want to disturb you. Any survivors of wars should be commemorated. There should never be any shame."

"More like survivors guilt. Why couldn't my family have survived. My best friend. Everyone I loved", Aleksandr's whispers were raspy. My momma was so beautiful. She didn't deserve that."

"Your mom did what she knew she needed to do to keep you safe", Timothy patted Aleksandr on the shoulder, "she would be happy to know how long you've lived because of her efforts, your father also. You lived in spite of what happened. I am so honored to work with you. I always have been honored to work with you."

Aleksandr smiled weakly, "we should let this one sleep. Hannah has had a long few days. She will need a lot of rest."

"Yes all test have been postponed until you say", Timothy nodded, "that's another thing. Without you I would have never been able to fix the time machine, and I wouldn't have found her."

"She wouldn't have ended up there if my Leningrad file hadn't been pulled up to begin with", Aleksandr stood.

"Still, just like your parents did their best with you and did what they could to keep you alive. You did your best for Hannah. We got her back to safety", Timothy smiled, "maybe with your help, we can make the machine travel. We can zap into different places to visit. You can visit St. Petersburg and Moscow if you like. The possibilities are endless."

"I don't know if I want anything else to do with that. Hannah is absolutely not allowed anywhere near that thing either", Aleksandr frowned, "she's had enough time traveling for one lifetime."

Timothy nodded, "alright, let's get some sleep. We have both been working nonstop. I need my beauty sleep, and you are way past those days to be missing sleep."

Aleksandr chuckled, "I may sit here for a little longer. In case she need something", Aleksandr smiled at Hannah.

"Alright Aleksi, get some rest though, but I understand", Timothy yawned, "see you in a little while."

"Yes, I'll see you", Aleksandr reached up and adjusted one of the blankets.

They hummed the song their mom had sang to them so many times.

Whumpee sighed in peace.

"Congratulations, you survived the siege of Leningrad, my dear. Even if it was a few days, you did something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy", Aleksandr whispered as they brushed Whumpee's freshly cleaned hair away from their face, "I'm very proud of you."

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[waynes-multiverse]

Oh, for sure they shipped that kid off to Mrs. Brooks as soon as she fainted. Ben probably threw him outta the car on the way home lol. And he had definitely developed a hatred for the bedroom door 😂🩷

snorts What a good comeback, though surprised Ben acknowledged that so easily. 😝

Haha I actually gave Rehab a reread to get a feel for them again, and he grew increasingly more self-deprecating toward the end 😆 (He also knows that arguing about this with his wife who literally knows would be useless lol)

God I'm so relieved!! You had me going there for a while. 😭 But with your promise of a happy ending here I held onto my seat and kept calm.

Honestly, my heart couldn't have taken it either after everything I've put them through 🙈💕

Also I love that eating enough to feed a small army was part of her recuperation lolll. Talk about ravenous -- but I have a feeling she's craving something else now. 😏❤️‍🔥

Bahaha yes, it's been a while for both of them 😏 At least she's not a supe anymore, and Ben can relax a little more 😂🔥

LOLL honestly I'm kind of with him on that one. Why is everything labelled a "kink" nowadays? 🤣🤣🤣

Oh, so true! Thank you gramps for saying what we can't 😂 (But seriously, breeding kink used to be just baby fever. Like, am I wrong??? lol)

Wayne omggg! Seeing your note at the end, I DO remember sending you that Ask!! I'm so happy to see it done here because it's absolutely perfect for these two and this moment. Thank you for using the idea! 🥹💓 Deep down, Gramps just wants to be made love to, and you gave him his heart's desire. 😘

So happy you enjoyed what I did with it! Thank you so much for giving me that prompt, Alex!! I really could see this for them, especially since they've been more on the wilder, experimental side, so this was a nice switch and they seemed to both really need that. Not me getting sappy explaining goddamn smut lmao 😭😭

*snorts* 🤭😏 I see you, Wayne.

Also on brand that he'd be such an ungrateful whiny sourpuss on his birthday. 🙄

Ikr? 😂 And I genuinely think it was all the reasons you mentioned. Getting older, being over birthdays in general because it's been goddamn too many, and then no super blow job?! Tsk, poor man-child...

YES. I have this headcanon too, that this is the only way to manipulate him into doing what you want. Especially when he's being a prima donna. 🤣

Hahaha totally! This is why we're still the smarter gender, even though we forget feminism with SB 🤣🤣

GOD he's so dumb for this loll. That's actually a really cute way to tell hubby you have a bun in the oven. 🥹

I broke down laughing writing this because I could see him totally not catching on 😂😂 (Also when has that man actually ever seen a pregnancy test from this century? lol)

But I thought the idea was sweet. I've seen a couple of people do this in reels over the years, and men generally take forever to read a test correctly (and its implications lol). I swear the video I made of my husband still makes me laugh so hard because he had no fucking clue what I was trying to tell him 🤣🤣

(And I have a few more drabbles planned for them, including Benny 🥰)

Thank you so much for reading and all your sweet comments, friend!! 🥹🩵🩷 I honestly can't wait for a little reading break after this and dive into your HC about Man Flu because I feel that title in my bones lmfao 😂

Lover – Part 3

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

🫡 Catch up here! Sequel to Rehab & Video Games.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ due to language & mature themes, established relationship, Soldier Boy x wife!reader, human!Soldier Boy, the fluffiest of fluff, the smuttiest of smut (watch out for the breeding kink lol) 😉

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day to you all, loves! 💕 Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments over the last few days. I've seen and appreciate them all and will catch up with you guys over the weekend 🥰 For now, excuse this poor mama, 'cause she is fucking beat 😂

Enjoy the happy end 🩵

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Part 3: Lovestruck

Three fucking days he had waited in front of that goddamn door.

He slept in front of that door, ate in front of that door, and he silently panicked in front of that door. He hated that fucking door, had raging murder fantasies about it, but he never, ever opened said fucking door, no matter how much his fingers were twitching. Mostly because every time his hand did wrap around the knob, she’d yell at him to ‘stay the fuck out.’

Ben only unwillingly complied.

But when the quiet came and all other noises stopped, he finally dared to set a foot inside. The bedroom looked normal, even if disarrayed – but the bathroom surely needed a fucking remodel.

All that remained of their bathtub was a solidified puddle of acrylic. There was also a hole in the floor – burned right through the tiles. He’d wondered why it’d been so cold in there till he'd noticed the giant hole in the wall too that gave a perfect view of their backyard. But he found Y/N resting and curled up on the cool, white tiles – alive.

His heart might have fucking soared higher than an eagle.

When Ben asked her how she felt, she only replied with “Like I fucking survived D-Day.”

At that, Ben had snorted and said, “At least one of us did.”

And when they were both sure the worst was over and she wouldn’t turn the car into bubbling liquid as well, Ben finally drove her to a hospital. She was still weak, mostly from not eating a thing in four days. The doctors thought she must’ve had a severe case of the flu, gave her an IV drip with plenty of nutrients, and then released her after a few tests.

She’s been exhausted since then, drifting in and out of dreamland as he holds her in his embrace. She begins to stir again, and soon enough, she glances tiredly up at him through her eyelashes and gives him a lazy smile when she realizes he’s still here, exactly where he was hours ago when she last woke up.

“How late is it?” she asks and stretches a little in his arms but only ends up snuggling closer to him.

“Close to three,” he replies, and judging by the darkness outside their bedroom window, she guesses he doesn’t mean in the afternoon. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N almost breaks a smile. She can’t remember if he had ever asked this much about her well-being before. Her little brush with death might have shaken his steeled core more than she’d initially figured, and her heart swells slightly at the thought.

Sometimes, she still thinks he only keeps her around because he doesn’t know any better. It’s like getting an abused dog from the shelter – you never know if they really love you or if they only tolerate you because you’re nice enough to feed them.

He’s a creature of habit, after all.

But the affection and genuine worry gleaming in his pine green eyes tells her he might see more in her than that – whatever the hell that is.

“Better.” She nods, letting her fingers trace patterns around the golden freckles on his chest. Much better, she thinks as she feels the familiar heat pool between her legs. She bites down on her lower lip and presses herself closer to his perfectly toned and muscular body. It’s been too long since she’s worshipped every fucking glorious inch of him. “I think the fried chicken and noodles helped,” she adds with a small grin.

He chuckles – but not at her words. He can feel how she’s rubbing her thighs together now to get a little friction.

“Oh, I’m sure the burger, fries, sushi, and tacos helped, too,” he teases her. He came this close to entering her in one of those eating competitions as he watched her empty take-out container after container.

“Don’t forget the churros.” She giggles, and on cue, she rolls fully on top of him and straddles his waist, spreading featherlight kisses along the paths her fingers trailed.

“Not surprising. I already know how much you can stuff in that fucking mouth, doll.” Ben’s wide smirk is full of pride, and it causes her to giggle.

To make his point even clearer, his massive hands smooth down her sides and grip the globes of her ass, grinding her core against his proudly standing member. She mewls into the crook of his neck when she feels how fucking hard he is already. He lets out a grunt that carries the same desperate need to be inside of her as two of his thick fingers delve into her tight channel without much of a warning.

“Fucking drenched,” he mutters appreciatively as she arches her back with another moan on top of him. His free hand winds itself in her hair, giving it a slight tug that parts her lips with a pleasurable hiss as he drags her closer to his face. His amusement doesn’t fade, though, nor do his fingers in her pussy as he works her into a frenzy. “Sure you’re ready enough for the big guns, baby girl?”

She giggles breathily at his relentless teasing. “I’m literally about to come any second now,” she replies, soon followed by a harsh bite of her lip when his calloused thumb finds her clit. “Fuck…”

“Oh, I don’t think you fucking are.” Ben smirks and withdraws his fingers from her heat in the same breath. He laughs a little when she falls against his chest with a whimper of real loss.

Her hand finds his length between their burning bodies and wraps around it, already dragging his tip through her dripping folds. But Ben only entertains her plans for a second before snatching her wrist and pulling her away from him.

She whines this time and looks up at him. “Dear God, what do you want?” A laugh rumbles through his chest at the exasperation on her face. “I’ll do anything you want, anywhere you want. Just tell me. What’s Soldier Boy’s deepest, darkest fantasy, huh?”

Ben knows she’s teasing him, and a smile of amusement twitches on his lips, but a part of him actually seriously considers her question.

“What?” Her brow knits curiously as she observes the contemplative purse of his pillowy lips. “It’s okay. You can tell me,” she assures him and grins cheekily. “How fucking dirty is it?”

Ben swipes his tongue over his teeth and subtly swallows the lump in the back of his throat. He doesn’t reply instantly, however, pulling her ear to his lips as he whispers his little wish.

When he’s done, she blinks at him in surprise (and a hint of amusement). She certainly hasn’t expected that, but she places a loving kiss on his lips. The asshole can be charmingly sweet once in a blue moon.

“You sure about that?” she checks, but her tone is more than a little teasing. “There’s a lot of kinks to pick from.”

“Why does your generation always have to label fucking everything? It’s fucking sex. That’s it.” He huffs a bit too defensively, and she tries her best to muzzle her laugh. “What’s fucking wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” she assures him, giggling, and tries to soothe the furious lines of offense on his brow with little kisses. “It’s just surprising. It’s usually what super-old, married couples do.”

“Well, there you go,” he retorts. “I’m super fucking old and married. You’re gonna keep fucking chit-chatting or are you gonna do it now?”

“Fine, I’ll make love to you,” she relents with a smirk as she voices his little secret out loud.

“Jesus fuck!” He throws his head back into the pillow with a theatric eye roll.

His patience has run out. He grabs her fast and rough and flips them both over in a blink of an eye, her back landing in the plush mattress with a bubble of giggles. His weight presses down on her and deliciously threatens to squeeze the air from her lungs.

“Let me show you how it’s fucking done, my love,” Ben says with a cocky smile and begins to ravage a path of destruction down her throat. She’s sure she’ll be more colorful than a rainbow in the morning.

His teeth nib on her skin, hands pawing at the only clothing item that still covers her body from him, soon tearing the shirt over her head. His mouth stops attacking her clavicle then, green eyes focusing on her tits with a rising smirk.

“There’s my girls. Daddy’s home…”

Before she can even reply with a laugh at his comment, his mouth is swallowing her left tit, tongue roughly swirling over her nipple till it peaks against his wet muscle. She moans and arches off the mattress when his other hand massages, palms, and squeezes her other breast with the same fervent hunger.

Her hands find purchase on his strong upper arms, bicep flexing underneath her pads. His mouth devoutly licks lower and lower down her belly. She can feel his smirk rise against her skin the further he travels before his tongue dives straight into her folds.

“Fuck!” Her hips instantly buck forward, everything below her belly button clenching at the welcome intrusion.

And God, that man is skilled when it comes to sex. If he takes nothing else in his life seriously, this is his goddamn Olympics. He always gives it his all, just aiming for that gold medal over and over again.

It’s why she honestly forgives him for most of the shit he does or says, and she’s pretty sure he knows it, too.

His arms wrap around her thighs and pull her even closer against his sinful mouth. Her ankles cross behind his head, calves resting on those broad shoulders that seem to be made just for that purpose. Her toes tease his scalp, scratch the back of his head that cause little groans of his against her center that sound both submissive and primal, as if it's the most natural thing to give his everything to her.

His nose deliciously rubs her clit, and then the bastard fucking inhales and sucks the air right out of her when his lips seal around her bundle of nerves. She cries out his name, her cunt clenching with aching emptiness.

“Don’t worry. I know what you need,” Ben hums against her mound and shoves two thick fingers into her wet channel. “So fucking tight. You think you can take three? It’s been a while. Gotta get you into shape again…”

Fucking Olympics.

His digits then pump her so purposefully, mouth sucking her so religiously, she soon soars so fucking high she can see fucking Cupid himself. Her head falls back into the clouds when that fucking arrow hits, and she falls apart under his binding spell.

She thinks she might have passed out there for a second or two. When she steals a glance south, he still works her zealously through her glorious high as her pussy grips his fingers so tight she’s baffled they don’t break.

If she still had been a supe, they would’ve have.

And my God, she knows Ben’s never wasteful, not with his drugs nor with her arousal, but the way his tongue cleans her and licks his own fingers reaches a new level of obscenity she hasn’t witnessed before.

He acts like he’s been fucking parched for decades, and her juices are the elixir of life.

Then, when there's not a drop left to drink, and only then, does he decide to resurface with the laziest and proudest fucking smirk she’s ever seen. He leans so close to her face their foreheads touch, and she can smell her own scent in his glistening beard before he makes her taste herself, too.

“You’re still the same shithead.” She smirks breathlessly, her tits heaving as she breaks from the kiss. His chuckles fill her soul. She cards her fingers through his beard and brushes the hair back that falls into his mesmerizingly green eyes. “You’re gonna make love to me now?”

A smile widens on his plump and swollen lips, even at the hint of teasing in her voice, but he doesn’t respond with words, only nods and claims her lips in a blazing kiss. He angles his hips between her thighs then and spreads her legs further apart as they secure around his middle.

His lips leave hers and force her eyes open, staring straight into his. There’s an abundance of devotion and love in the lush greens that fill her heart. He makes her fucking feel it – every goddamn thing she is to him.

She feels his love when their fingers interlace and he pins them above her head. She feels his dedication with every thick, long inch he pushes inside of her. And she feels his fucking loyalty with each deliberate stroke.

He doesn’t rush, even keeps the dirty talk to a minimum. This is just for her.

It’s his fucking Olympics.

But most of all, she sees their vows shimmering in his eyes and knows he’ll never fucking break them.

“I love you,” she moans breathily into his ear, wounding herself tighter around him. She’s fucking close, ready for that next arrow with his name on it to pierce right through her heart.

He smirks a little in response, like he’s been waiting to hear it first. “Trust me. I fucking love you more,” he says, voice husky and thick with love. He emphasizes his promise with a snap of his hips, driving his cock right against her cervix. “Gonna pump a full fucking load deep into that little pussy till you’re fucking knocked up with a whole litter.”

Fucking shit. That should not turn her on as much as it does, but it’s hard to goddamn deny it when she comes right then and there as soon as he’s finished that filthy sentence.

“That’s it. Fucking milk my cock,” Ben rasps into her ear and feels his balls tighten when her pussy quakes around his shaft. “Like a fucking faucet,” he murmurs appreciatively and sucks marks into her neck. He’s missed making her his work of art, too.

When he spills his seed into her, hot and raw, he ensures their eye contact never breaks. He wants her to see what she’s fucking doing to him, how he falls apart just for her, too.

Two months later…

“What the fuck is taking you so long?” Ben stretches his neck and tries to peer into the kitchen. He begrudgingly eyes the green, glittery party hat on the dining table in front of him. “‘M not putting the fucking hat on, by the way.”

“Dude, you think it’s fucking easy lighting 108 candles on a fucking cake?” she retorts from the kitchen with a bit of bite before she strolls out with a sort of wonky buttercream cake, but the smile on her face is even brighter than the million candles.

“There’s no fucking way you put 108 candles on there,” Ben scoffs and grumpily crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back with a creak in his chair.

He’s been a bit of a party pooper all day. It also didn’t help when their son pointed that out at breakfast.

However, Ben probably shouldn’t have replied with: “Yeah, you would be too if your wife said no to blow.”

And yup, you bet your ass he woke her up bright and early in the morning, requesting she’d lick the snow off his dick. He’d termed it a super blow job and was rather disappointed when she'd declined.

“No, but I managed to get 53 on there, so it’s an A for effort,” she replies patiently. God, she needs so much fucking patience every day, but especially today.

“What fucking hippie school did you go to, huh?” Ben huffs and only encounters an annoyed frown when he looks at her.

“Blow out your fucking candles and make your wish, caveman,” she orders him dryly.

With a pissy eye roll, he does, puffing the life out of each little flame. “Are we fucking done with this now?”

Just then, the oven timer goes off, and Y/N straightens in the seat across from him.

“Uh, almost,” she says. “Got something in the oven. Can you check?”

“It’s my fucking birthday. How about you check yourself?” he retorts like a fucking princess.

“Ben, c’mon, I just spent six hours in the kitchen, baking you that cake,” she argues.

“Surprising it took six hours for this fucking thing,” Ben mutters, and she’s about to goddamn choke him.

Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue…

“Baby, please, my feet hurt really bad.” She pouts, and he finally gets up with a deep sigh. She smiles wickedly.

“The oven isn’t even fucking on!” Ben yells soon from the kitchen. “And there’s nothing fucking inside!”

“Are you sure?” she acts as best as she can. “I thought I put something on the baking sheet.”

She listens to the clattering metal before a beat of silence follows. She’s sure his brows are densely knit in confusion (and frustration) at this point.

“What the fuck is this? Why would you put a fucking plastic stick in there?” The question finishes when he returns to the dining room, a small, white stick still in hand. He then holds it to his nose. “Why the fuck does it smell like piss?”

“Because I fucking peed on it,” she responds but sees he’s still not fully catching on.

“Ew! Why the fuck would you put that in the fucking oven?!” His brow furrows so comically she tries her hardest to stifle her laughter.

God, she hopes the kid gets her brains.

“Why is there a fucking smiley on it?”

“Because you’re supposed to be fucking happy, you moron,” she says.

“Why would I be fucking happy over a piss stick? Not exactly the fucking Rolex I wanted, is it?”

“Ben.”

His green eyes narrow at her and then blink. “Wait…”

“Yup.”

“Are you–“

“Yup.”

The stick in his hand drops to the floor before he scoops her up into his arms so fast she feels slightly dizzy from the motion. Happily, her legs wrap around his waist and arms lock behind his neck. She kisses him deeply, and he kisses her back with the same passionate devotion.

He squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter, forcing the tears to stay in, but she can still see the remnants of them when she draws back from his lips.

“I’m pregnant,” she says in case he still needed the verbal confirmation.

“Best fucking birthday ever,” he replies, swallowing the fucking lump in his dry throat.

She grins mischievously. “Told you it would be a good one, but no super blow jobs for a while.”

He snorts a chuckle. “Got it. I’ll take the regular ones, too.”

Ben once used to hate everything, his heart, much like the Grinch’s, a few sizes too small for anything else. But now, there’s barely enough space in his chest to contain it all. These days, he certainly considers himself a lover of all things life has to fucking offer.

The End 💕

Didn't I fucking say I would fix it?! Well, there ya go! Sid and Nancy got a happy end 🌅❣️

Do you guys think Ben wished for a baby or a fucking Rolex when he blew out those candles? 😂

(@zepskies 💜 – Not sure you remember this, but you sent me this ask for Dirty Drabbles about a year ago lol: What if Ben's girlfriend/wife/partner agrees to help fulfill one of his dirty fantasies. She's fully prepared for it to be insane (a la Ben), but what he requests is actually something surprisingly sweet (in its own way lol) And I immediately had this for this miniseries in mind! It fit those two perfectly!! 🥰🫶)

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something something about billy teaching little kids how to swim, and being good at it (otherwise their parents would have not let him); something something about his tendency to keep throwing good advice at people even while being a dick about it (max and steve, for example) something something about him apparently having a natural predisposition for helping people out and-

[bugwolfsstuff]

Im hc that the sleep/dream god trio's (Hypnos, Morpheus and Hermes) kids are made from the gods dating (usually consensually) a mortal in the dream world and when that mortal wakes up the demigod just spawns

Tho I feel like thats slightly less/more fucked up than Athena's thing cause imagine having what you thought was just a sex dream and waking up with a baby

Idk i couldnt think of any jobs that'd attract a sleep or dream god so i gotta think outside the box

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[autisticrosewilson]

So do you guys actually think that Jason's entire story, relationship to the others, and philosophy amounts to him being a rebellious teen who wants his dad's attention? Like are you 100% serious? I thought you were joking about that but too many of you are saying it with your whole chest.

And what the fuck is this "Bruce antagonizing Jason is fanon!" Shit I've been seeing? You guys are aware that a parent can love their kid and still be a shit parent right? I know you guys don't want to fathom the thought that maybe your blorbo might also occasionally have to face responsibility for consistently endangering children but let's not start being delusional now.

Bruce does love his kids, that doesn't mean that he hasn't hurt them. And I'd also argue that for the most part he feels in the right for it, and he's said multiple times that he believes it's for their own good, so you can't even argue that he's sorry about it. It's okay for you guys to admit that your PERSONAL INTERPRETATION of the character wouldn't do that but don't sit here and pretend that it's not a facet of the source.