#BAT FACTS WHOLE APPLE BABY!!!!!! EVERY TIME

[equestriagirl16]

NRC staff and their guardian status with MC~🌹

Notes: personal headcannons cause I absolutely cannot get enough of the NCR staff being caretakers/parental figures to MC. It’s just so wholesome to me, and a lot of this isn’t new info just my take on said renowned info.

Inspired by: @wolken-himmel @hunniepotts @adrianasunderworld @mashed-potato101

Dads: Crewel and Crowley

It’s basically canon at this point that our dear professor would assume the main dad role.

He would have a long history of taking care of “unruly pups”, and having you come around like a lost stray in need of proper training. Well he just couldn’t help himself now could he?

Spoils the hell out of you, yes he would take you out shopping for actual clothes and necessities, yes he would pay for everything, and no you absolutely do not owe him anything in return. Would probably get genuinely upset if you insisted.

Would be the dad to actually remind you, in a reassuring way, that you are in fact a child/young so you really shouldn’t carry the world on your shoulders at least not by yourself.

Fairly overprotective and strict, he only wants the absolute best for and from you. Which means unfortunately you won’t get a sliver of favoritism in class, and no amount of batting eyes or cute little excuses in baby talk is gonna change that. “Well you should’ve thought of that when I specifically gave you a weeks notice before the assignment went out pup.” And then he pats you on the head with his stick(affectionately).

No dating no boys no nothing, in fact no friends. Just spend your time with your loving father figure, he’s sure that’d be much better for your mental health. “I hate men.” “But you are one.” “My point still stands.” He’s spent more time around the student body than you have so he knows, LORD does he know, that plenty of them will leave you worse for wear despite how nice of a person they are. And if anyone, no matter who they might be, leaves his little pup sad and whimpering. He’ll make sure to remind them why he adorns the name of Crewel.

But at the end of the day he absolutely loves you, and you bring a special light in his life too. He may be a little young for it(in his words), but a set of adoption papers happen to make his way on his internet browser more times than he can ignore. Only if you’d like, perhaps he could bring the proposition up in conversation during your next shopping spree.

Oooooh Crowley, honestly this is mostly because he was the first adult to find you. We all know how this man operates, and yet he’ll insist that he takes care of you like his own child! *looks into the camera*

The man is on the complete other end of the dad spectrum. Ya know instead of responsible and nurturing he’s more so flighty and excitable. Literally just- “We gon need nutrition.” “So your kid likes apple juice?” “Oh no they love orange juice, but they’ve been bad this week.” “What grade is your kid in?” “Sixteenth grade.” “That’s not even a grade!-So they graduated college?” “No they…where is my kid??” He left you in the grocery store…again.

Don’t get him wrong though, he can step up to the challenge when need be, he’s still a whole principal. If anything he’ll at least make sure your academics are in line and your school life is decent, and thankfully he does play favorites!

However he definitely values independence, and just tends to think you can handle things on your own and believes a ton in your potential. Much to both your favor and detriment, sure there’s nothing you can’t handle but that doesn’t mean you should handle it all at once!

Does get serious when the situation calls for it. Like if you’re legitimately broken up about anything, or just in a bad place the secret dad switch in the far reaches of his brain finally switch into hyper gear. He can catch the slightest wind of it, and he’ll be the first one there to comfort you which he’s surprisingly good at. Both in physical comfort and advice, it gets you every single time.

He would never let you know this, nor could you really guess, but he would do anything for you. You mixed up his life in a very unexpected and interesting way, and even if he’s not good at showing it he does love you very much. Man would kill for you. Die for you though? Hmm, give him a sec to think.

Uncles: Vargas and Sam

To me he comes off as someone who definitely cares about you but doesn’t show it on as intimate of a level if that makes sense. He’s a gym bro, he shows his affection more in words of motivation and making you run just a few more laps. Cmon, he believes in you!

Obviously he values your physical health, but also because he knows that can translate into mental health. He may not be there for everything but he does what he can in the time he has with you.

Honestly he probably just figures that you already have a lot of people looking out for you, and he doesn’t want to overstep. So he’ll stay in his lane and make sure you’re working at maximum efficiency.

Of course that doesn’t mean he won’t be there for you when you need it. Is also ever so slightly protective, but aims to lift you back onto your feet more than anything. He knows your someone deserving of respect so he’s gonna remind you of that every time he has the chance, and won’t stop until your confidence is through the roof. “Come on, you’re really gonna let them tear you down like that! Remember what I taught you, no one’s strong like Y/N!”

But if you need a hug then maybe, just maybe, he’ll sweep you up and jostle you around until you’re too dizzy to even remember you were sad. You’re a rarity in this world, and you’re just as capable as anyone else. As long as he’s around he’ll never let you forget that.

Also, head pats for days and 100% calls you kid.

I feel like I barely have to even explain this one. It’s Sam, he’s younger and more extravagant. Not rly dad material, he gives off more older relative/big brother vibes.

He’s got his own stuff going on plus a shop to run, he may not be around you 24/7 but would definitely encourage you to stop by and visit literally anytime. He absolutely loves your company and showing you all his little tips and tricks.

You can guarantee he’d sometimes let you’d off the hook when paying for supplies, for no particular reason at all of course. “I’m closing up shop for the night anyway, now run along little imp ‘fore the shadows get ya!”

Likes teasing you, just playful little pranks and jabs to keep you on your toes. Would never dream of doing anything remotely malicious, even does check-ins if your reaction isn’t the happiest.

Speaking of check-ins, I feel like he’d ask you about how things are going every single time you visit him. Since he’s on the younger side too he’d definitely be more in the know about how to deal with certain things, and give you more down to earth advice. The jump from free spirited shop keep to serious guardian is wild.

Also for any of my black/poc MCs out there, he has your back(especially if you were homesick). Another fully welcomed slice of culture, I have a personal headacannon that he’d be extremely helpful on hair days too. Not to say no one else is, but he would take pride in you sticking close to your roots(heh, get it). As well as picking out really cool styles for you. Maybe even have some spells to let you color it, the possibilities are endless.

A little protective but he doesn’t outright distrust anyone neither believes in shielding you. You gotta fight you’re own battles, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be there every step of the way. When you’re knocked down he’ll pick you right back up, now equipped with a few new tricks up your sleeve. And perhaps on some days many may notice that you have more than one shadow following behind you.

Loves you to death and beyond that, he’ll make sure everyday is full of laughs and you have what you need to stand out from the rest.

GRANDPA TREIN

This man has gray hairs, years of wisdom, and put multiple kids through college. He has earned this category.

I want to say since he already has a family of his own he wouldn’t completely take you in, but he’d definitely put you under his wing. Simply put he owns most the brain cells between all the staff, so he’d know not only how to but for your own sake that he should take care of you.

The amount of times he’s had to steer you away from the advice of a certain principal, and to be the guy to refute the extra baggage anybody put on you is ridiculous. “But Crowley wanted me to get the supplies from the town this weekend, and then I have to host a tutoring session with the guys, and run another errand-” “You’re not doing that.” “But-” “No buts, none of it. Now sit down and finish your tea, I fear you’ll collapse if you think for another second.” Firmly believes no one as young as you should be dealing with the sheer amount of bullsh!t you deal with. And trust that he’s seen a lot of it in his time working at that place.

He’s the epitome of responsible caretaker, will set your priorities straight and be very transparent with you. If your getting too distracted to focus on your academics, or putting yourself last after everything/everybody you have to deal with. He won’t hold back, you’re apart of the equation, the most important part.

He’s also very well versed in the emotional aspects of a young ones life too. Sure he’s not the most touchy feely type, but on like a psychological level he understands and gives arguably the best and most proactive advice.

This isn’t his first rodeo, honestly a lot of it is just second nature to him. He just has a lot of sympathy for you and your situation, and despite his demeanor he’s not one to leave a literal stranded child to fend for themselves. He’s a professor not a monster, and of course you remind him a lot of his prime parenting days. Which he’s secretly very fond of.

He won’t say it out loud, well at least not in front of other people. Perhaps during a nice quiet evening in his office he’ll tell you how genuinely proud he is of you and your progress. You’ll always have a means of support in him, but don’t misunderstand him he doesn’t play favorites.(yes he does)

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[undergroundbillions]

I went though the trouble of passing the whole thing through Google translate for the server, and i know this is far from perfect, but for now I'd like to introduce you all to my favorite Russian review of Rag Dolly by Таня КОТ.

"On May 22, 2017, the premiere of the play "Rag Doll" based on the play by American playwright William Gibson took place at the Chamber Theater. Participants of the magnificent action are the actors of the senior group of the theater studio "Green Cat". Artistic director - Kuryanova Elena. I must say that I saw a great many performances with the participation of children. But not all of them were for children. Probably, in our modern world, crammed with gadgets, crazy toys and wild entertainment, kids have nothing left to do but love what is presented to them. But there are kind, good fairy tales, instructive films and ... amazing performances, to which I attributed the "Rag Doll". This is the right children's performance, teaching justice, self-sacrifice, the ability to make friends. It would seem that you will not discover anything new in it, and the story is as old as the world - a dying girl, a father kissing a bottle, dolls that come to life exclusively at night. But after all, children are the same at all times: they believe in miracles, look at the world with wide eyes, sleep in an embrace with soft bears, dress up Malvin in formal clothes. And the deeply ill Marcella is no exception. Mad doctors gave her a myriad of diagnoses that contradict each other, prophesied a speedy death: "Fever!" "Cold!" "And fever!" "Nonsense! She has no temperature." "Forty degrees." But how can a young creature die, who never had time to live? Especially in a good children's play. A rag doll, which has no lungs or spine, but has a kind, warm heart, helps Marcella to fight a terrible illness, to believe in a successful outcome. Annie's comrades are just as fearless and wise, except that Andy let us down. He was afraid of the villain's threats. But the prospect of being baked with an apple in your mouth is by no means rosy.Is not it? Fearless friends go to the hospital to the puppet doctor, because only he can help the hopelessly ill Marcella. Reasonable Panda, charming Baby, unfortunate camel are also going on the road. And the benefit of the heroes is in a fairy-tale world, because only in it can the best means of transportation be ... a bed. How difficult it is to reach the goal when trouble lurks at every step. Formerly the beautiful Yum Yum bird, now a fearsome bat, the ferocious wolf was once Marcella's dog. And General W. is that other type from whom you can’t hide and you can’t run away. He dreams of kidnapping the beautiful Marcella. The place of his bride is vacant, but the fatal bat claims it. Such serious passions flared up on the stage. And our brave dolls continued on their way. A witch who wants to hang herself in splendid isolation, who in fact turned out to be Marcella's mother, a magic ring seized from the General, dances that can appease even the uneducated, a pseudo-fish floundering in the depths of the sea - these are the dreams of a little girl. Or is it not a dream at all? It is no longer clear where the dream is and where the harsh reality is. Only the hands of the clock move inexorably forward, and if the puppet doctor does not examine Marcella, she will die at exactly six o'clock. Of course, there can be no sad outcome in THIS story. The toys, lost on the road, met again and embraced each other. And the puppet doctor received Marcella. “She is not sick at all. It's just that her heart is broken,” he delivered a disappointing verdict. Is it possible to reanimate a heart, assemble it into pieces and make it beat joyfully again? “We all make mistakes, baby. You have to be able to forgive,” perhaps this is the secret to a happy and long life. It was through forgiveness that Marcella found peace… and felt better. And Annie sacrificed her heart, because she is a true friend: faithful, sincere and reliable. And besides, dolls do not die, which cannot be said about girls. The story ended, as expected, safely. I would like everything to end well in life, and the kids never get sick."

#idk what to tag this with #mod general d #russian rag dolly #raggedy ann musical #raggedy ann revival effort #rag dolly #raggedy ann broadway #rag dolly musical

[wheelbrough]

hmmm. my review that nobody asked for.

all in all. i think its safe to say. majorrrr disappointment on literally every single front. except like, robin and vickie i guess.

bloodbath? carnage? gonna sit and stare for a while after finishing? baby. none of that is true. actors are professional liars. everything that happened this season felt like a whole lotta nothing. the russia plotline dragged onnn and onnn and the cali gang were totally sidelined and stancy? in 2022? there goes steves arc. so many relationships juuuust down the drain.

i hate that its eddie who died. i liked eddie, yeah, but gaaaah i cant get OVER it if youre gonna go around saying its time to kill off some of the main cast just DO THE DAMN THING!!!! people have been waiting for steve to die since like season 1 man. kill him. commit to killing max. commit to killing hopper. kill nancy! jonathan! i dont care who just dont create another side character just to kill him. im pretty sure they split s4 into 2 volumes one for the money slash hype two it was a way to like. make people get attached to eddie. so him dying would feel like a main cast character dying. there were so many good opportunities to kill steve. i dont want steve to die, im just saying. PLUS eddies death is not mentioned at ALL after the fact with any of the gang, like ???? i get max is in the hospital but he was mike and lucas and dustins friend and everyone bonded with him youd think theyd show a little bit of mourning rather than just.ignoring it. focusing on max. ?????

and the wayyyy he died like they could have hopped back to hawkins and if the bats started to leave just fall in lure them back hop right out. eddie running to the bats makes no sense especially because as he was being killed the people he was trying to protect are being strangled by vines. so. completely pointless. this final battle was incredibly lame and his death was just so anticlimactic.

im upset abt byler bc, while i didnt think it would actually happen, i thought, idk, will would have some importance? mikes not that stupid. hes a dumb dumb idiot (affectionate) but he’s not blind and it really makes no sense to craft the byler narrative like this UNLESS theres an Actual Good Scene in s5 of will like coming out and mike being a good friend.

and like i get that steves relationship with dustin is special but come on he’s friends with the other kids too and that is just so consistently ignored. he and robin and nancy and jonathan know all these kids and have for a Long Time and its just always dustin with the older guys and. where is my steve and lucas or steve and max or robin and max or hell even robin and mike dynamic. they hang out i know they do. show it to us. and dont show us stancy. dont show us steve wanting six kids and an apple pie life with nancy of all people. like i get long time yearning, i am a big fan of that actually, but with stancy... especially the way their relationship ended!! you cant retcon that. nobody wants it.

quick side note too like steve was just... okay? after being choked twice and having his insides eaten? never mentioned again? theyre so weird with physical injuries. dustin got his stupid little limp but steve is never shown to be hospitalized or even checked out and his choking bruise rash is just. gone. after two days. yeah, no, i dont buy that. its just him being ignored and forgotten in the narrative.

AND  THEN we spend all season watching incredibly stretched out narratives with all the separate groups. and we dont even see them all together. only some of them. i get that season 5 is supposed to pick up immediately after (? it has to, right?) but where was that moment of everyone coming together with one piece of the puzzle to make things make sense. the different plotlines didnt connect. if youre gonna make the story focus on the plotlines and not the characters then at least try and make the plot cooler, you know? it just felt. weak. like marvel movies feel. oh goody another fucking monologue.

and now im just being nitpicky but eye personally am not a fan of the jokes abt hopper being skinnier slash not fat. i needed to lose weight or im not fat anymore (to el) or you shrunk like no shit he lost weight. he was in a RUSSIAN PRISON being fed moldy bread for EIGHT MONTHS. that just what this show needed. jokes abt starving making someone look better slash healthier. they dont outright say he looks better, i’ll give them that, but it is 1000% implied that its a good thing he lost weight, mostly brushing over the STARVING IN A RUSSIAN PRISON aspect of it.

and even more nitpicky the one good thing of robin and vickie? yay another skinny white girl. more skinny white lesbians. hoo ray. wheres that bechdel comic abt why dont they show anyone like us?

vecna looked stupid. there was too much for shock value. where was argyle in the last scene? abandoned in the woods? murray? like its full on 7 am right now and i am. i knew id be disappointed. i knew i would. and i am! this show has lived long enough to see itself become the villain.

however. mike is my baby. steve is my baby girl. i love robin and i love lucas and i love jonathan and argyle and joyce <3 and mike again hes really just my idiot baby boy i love the characters and i am looking forward to seeing the, frankly, much better alternatives other people come up with. duffers :( stop trying to outdo yourselves. you cant. you dont want to. sigh.

#mine #stranger things 4 #i am going to SLEEEP #that was so long #i havent read over this sorry. i dont care. #stranger things is feeling very. supernatural. #theres potential that will never be tapped into. #but we watch bc we must. and these characters sure are in situations.

[daydream-believin]

What About the Smaller Picture (2)

Summary: Merlin knows best. And what he feels is best for you and Douxie right now is to sit around and wait for him to come back from New Jersey, Merlin-knows-when. (2) Your first day in Arcadia, it sure is something. (1) - (3)

Warnings: swearing, proofing is for nerds

Word Count: 2211

a/n: i hope to be able to make you feel the awkwardness radiating off of every part of this series

Hisirdoux’s special welcome tour didn’t exactly do its job of making you feel welcome. You supposed that was more of a problem with you than the town. It definitely wasn’t of any fault of Hisirdoux’s. If anything, he was being a little too warm. It almost felt fake.

People appeared to like Hisirdoux. All across town, he would greet friends, introduce you to them. Kinda like he was showing you off. You did not know what for. He barely knew you, yet he talked about you like you were an old friend returned to him. Like he was proud of you or something. You supposed he was establishing a cover story. And you weren’t sure why. Why not just say you were new in town? What tracks was he trying to cover here.

You stopped paying too much attention to what Hisirdoux was telling others about you. He was telling them that he cared for you. That he missed you. It was a lie, sure. But just hearing those words come out of someone else’s mouth were making you melt. It had been so long that it was hard for you to recall the last time a person said such nice things about you. That was sad. You supposed the blush on your face did good to add to the story he was telling. Made it more believable. You felt really pathetic that this guy you barely knew lying through his teeth about you was actually making you blush as if it was real. As if anyone really thought those nice things he said about you in real life. Man that’s really sad. Moving on.

The town itself looked a little rough. Like it had seen better days. It was apparently a hub of magic, so it probably had. A lot of the damage you saw looked very recent though. That made sense. The whole reason you wound up here was because you befriended a girl traveling with a pack of trolls migrating from this very town. When asked why they were migrating, Claire, the girl, had told you that their home had been destroyed in a recent battle. “The Eternal Night” they called the battle. You, of course, knew about such eternal night. You had heard of the prophecy, you just didn’t expect it to happen in your lifetime. And you may had freaked out just a tad when it came along earlier that month, the unexpected solar eclipse confusing you and your studies before you figured out what was happening. However, you had assumed the battle took place underground, you know, cause trolls. The town you explored with Hisirdoux told a different story. At one point you saw a troll walking by, under an umbrella, following a red-headed human woman with a baby in her arms. And the locals didn’t seem to care. No one batted an eye. Strange town.

What really baffled you though was what happened later in the day, back at the bookstore, when you cast a simple spell. Nothing too flashy, just a little levitation on a book Hisirdoux had sent you to find up on a high shelf you couldn’t reach. When he saw you, Doux made a really panicked gasping sound. He threw himself in front of you, shielding you from the people who were not even there, startling you, and throwing off your focus. The book landed on both of you with a thunk.

“You can’t do that,” his voice was hushed despite you two being the only ones in the shop at the moment, “It’s business hours. The mortals don’t know about wizards and they shouldn’t see magic,” he stressed.

“But- uh,, They look just fine with the trolls?” Confusion was written across your face.

“That’s different. It’s different. Look, the situation is weird, okay,” He made a little X with his hands. “But I can’t have you casting spells around the shop. Or in public, period. The mortals can’t see anything, okay?”

“Okay, okay. My bad. I won’t do it again- Promise.” Your face was hot with embarrassment. This was your fault for assuming. Fuck, he probably thinks you’re a wild card now or something. Not a good start to your professional life here. Or your relationship with this Adonis who’s reprimanding you.

“While there are some other wizards around town that I’ll introduce you to tonight, to stay safe, generally just keep the magic for when we’re alone and out of sight.”

“Oh, yeah, uh- Okay”

He grinned. Suddenly, he leaned in, catching you off guard. “It can be a special thing,” His voice was even softer as he was so close to you, “just between the two of us.”

Oh. So he meant when just You and Him were alone and out of sight. Ooookaaaayyyy. He winked to you as he separated himself from your side, and went off to the back of the store to continue unpacking a shipment he had just got in. He left you there, clutching that damn book to your chest, face now hotter than before, if that was even possible at all. Oh no.

Fuck, it was fucking day one. Day one! Day fucking one and you were developing a crush. NOPE. This was not something you were going to do. Uh-uh. Nein. There was no fucking time for this. Well, you didn’t really know how much time you had with Merlin and his addiction to being perceived as mysterious or whatever the hell was wrong with that asshole you worked for now, but the point is you did not have time for this! Hisirdoux was too much. Merlin really should have had the decency to warn you that he was hot. This wasn’t fair. Not only was Doux beautiful, but he was a touchy person. You weren’t going to stand a chance.

The thing is you had been sooo worried about how you and Hisirdoux were going to get along, you even brought up the concern to Merlin. To be honest, you had thought the old wizard to just be annoyed at your worrying, and that’s why he reassured you it’d all be fine. That you and Hisirdoux would get along swimmingly or whatever just get out of my hair kid. You were so afraid Hisirdoux would have to warm up to you like a cat being introduced to a new kitten. Afraid that he’d resent you since you were technically Merlin’s apprentice too now in a sense. And he was used to being number one, no one else to compete with for Merlin’s sparse pride since Morgana went astray. Merlin assured you Hisirdoux was very friendly. But like, would it kill the geezer to give you a warning that he’d be too friendly.

While you were having your little crisis, Douxie was humming along to the song in his head, stacking up the new books onto a display, trying his absolute dilly darndest not to think about what just happened. What he did. That wasn’t weird, right? Oh fuzzbuckets, he did something weird. He was just so used to playing up the flirty persona he’d developed he hadn’t even stopped to think about if he’d be making you uncomfortable. And he really wanted you to be comfortable. Plus, he felt pretty guilty he had to stop your tour around town to go accept a shipment he forgot. Strangely, he was really concerned about the impression he was giving you. Caring about what another person thought of him was not very in character for him. Not counting Merlin, of course. He was going to have to make this up to you. He really needed you to think he was cool. For professional reasons, of course. Definitely.

~ ~ ~

“SO! I recommend the steak because it’s the least disgusting thing on the menu.”

You gaped at the wizard sitting across from you in this sticky booth, peeping your head over the kitschy French-themed menu you held. He had no menu. In fact he refused to even touch it. Great. What did he know.

“I- What do mean ‘least disgusting’, Casperan.” You were almost afraid to ask.

“I mean that kitchen is filthy and the steak is your best bet for something edible.”

“Why. Why would you bring me here if the food is terrible.”

You were always weary of greasy chain restaurants, but you had expected this one to be at least a little decent, since it was a smaller Cali chain and Hisirdoux had fucking brought you to it your first day in the town. Surely he was kidding.

“I just wanted to show you where I worked nights. So you’d be able to find me easier if there’s any trouble. Besides, you can’t say you’ve been to California if you haven’t had Mr. Benoit’s. It’s like In-N-Out burger. Remind me to take you to an In-N-Out burger later this week.”

You blinked. “Oh – uh, okay.”

Hisirdoux continued, “I can’t have my phone turned on during my shifts so you’ll have to come get me directly if it’s a big enough problem. Make up an emergency. Are you good at improve?”

You looked around the restaurant, getting a feel for its layout, taking notice of where the kitchen and back doors were located, making mental notes of all exits. “Ah, well, I’m good at lying, if that’s what you’re asking…”

“Good enough.”

The waiter came to take your orders. Hisirdoux shared an inside joke with him. It should have been awkward, them laughing away at something you didn’t understand why you sat there quietly, but you were a little too fixated on how pretty Hisirdoux looked when he laughed. It was mesmerizing. The waiter took your order. You got the steak.

~ ~ ~

It was very important for you to establish connections in Arcadia’s wizard underground. Or at least that’s what Hisirdoux thought. You weren’t particularly a social butterfly. It’s not that you didn’t like having a large group of friends or anything, you just never really had a reason to have one. And Doux was hell bent on introducing you to every person in this town in one day apparently. You had met twenty-three wizards in counting over the last hour being shepherded through this off-brand apple store. You had so far learned no names. How did he expect you to remember these peoples names.  Scratch that. You knew one name. Zoe. Just because she was very annoyed at your and Hisirdoux’s presence in her workplace, and was very vocal about it. That being said, she didn’t make any real effort to get you to leave. You wished she would though. You were getting overwhelmed. Today had been incredibly stressful, with a lot of information to take in, and with only a brief rest when Doux was handling things at the bookstore. You wanted to go home. Geez, home. You realized that Hisirdoux had yet to show you home. Where was home.

You tugged on his hand to grab his attention. “Hey, I’m- uh – tired? Really tired. Can - can we go home?”

“OH. Yes! Home. Right away. Yes.”

Douxie possibly maybe had been avoiding home all day. It just, it wasn’t much. He had no idea how you were going to react. His space was small already without adding another person to it. Of course, it wasn’t any smaller than any of the one-room cottages that entire families used to share, but it was tiny for modern standards. Okay to be frank it was a back room. Not technically even an actual apartment. But it was his home. And now it was your home too.

Okay, so Hisirdoux lived in his bookstore. What was probably supposed to be a break room was his entire living space. It was… cozy. You set the backpack that carried everything you owned down on the floor and headed for the lumpy plaid sofa. It was nice and old, like a sofa should be. The plaid pattern covered any stains that might have been there. Hisirdoux sat down next to you, starting to fiddle with his hands. You looked around, took it all in. The was a kitchenette off to one side, a bed to the other side. The sofa was in the sort of middle ground. Notably, there was no table, barely any counter space, and various teacups on the coffee table, so it was a safe bet that he just ordered take out every night and ate it on the sofa. The twin bed was on the ground, and the quilts that covered it had visible holes. It struck you that this bed was the only one in the room. The one room.

“So I’ll take the sofa, until we get you a bed. I’ll, uh, figure something out with the space. We can put up curtains or something.” It was if he had read your mind.

You nodded, unsure of anything to add. This was,,,, going to be fun. A challenge. A test to see how long you can act normal while living in extremely close quarters with a funny medieval supermodel. Merlin help you. Something moved in the corner of your eye. You gasped.

“Kitty!”

“Oh, that’s Archie.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Talking kitty. How bout that.

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x y/n #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan imagine #Douxie Casperan x reader #douxie casperan imagine #tales of arcadia x reader #tales of arcadia imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #my writing #watsp

[onyxoverride]

Red Lipstick - Eijirou Kirishima x Reader [PART ONE]

warnings: fluff :) I decide your make up in this so bear with me. Future smut implied. Domestic bliss.

word count: 1398

summary: You’ve been dating Kirishima since the end of the first year of high school and ever since you’ve been dating him you’ve noticed that he has an affinity for things that are red. Even makeup. So you help him try it out.

note: part two with smut??? I am thinking about it what do yall think?? Also, I post these on Ao3 which is here

Ever since you started dating Kirishima you’ve noticed something… curious.

Red Gatorade while he works out. Red candies he picks out to eat last as they’re his favorites. The fridge is stocked with red fruit like apples, strawberries, cherries, raspberries. Red socks. Red underwear. Red everything. 

When you two decided to get a shared apartment together you even had to convince him to not decorate the whole place with red. You swear he was as bad as Izuku is with All Might merchandise. And both of them are slowly getting Dynamight merch and you’re just glad you got extra rooms for Kirishima’s gym and hobbies because if Bakugo’s fucking face was sitting on your dresser… 

But you loved your Pro-hero, who has stuck with you even when you were in class 1-H when you met him. You worked with hero support groups around Japan to build gadgets to make hero’s lives, like your longtime boyfriend, a little easier. So every day, you both wake up early to get ready for work. You admit waking up early isn’t fun but when you get to choose your schedule and spending some precious moments with your boyfriend leisuring around your shared apartment, you enjoy it to the fullest. 

Days like today are your favorite though. Where you’re getting ready for work and Kirishima has his day off, but he still wakes up with you out of routine and out of affection, just to be with you. And now here he is, staring at you, observing, as you sit cross-legged on the floor in front of this full-length mirror situated against the wall. He’s almost hanging off the foot of the bed, his arms loosely crossed to rest his head in as he looks at you. There’s no gel in his hair and he looks disarmingly sexy because he swears that “Sleeping naked is healthier! And manlier!” and he only has a bit of the sheet over his ass to protect him from the bits of sunlight shining from the floor-to-ceiling windows. You make eye contact with him through the mirror as you do your eyeliner, maybe you’ll do something fun like bat wings this time though? Your boss was your eccentric classmate Mei Hatsume who rightfully earned her place as one of the top support engineers around, especially at her age, and she did not care whatever you wore, in fact, she encouraged it and gets very excited whenever you try something new. She herself is seen in her pajamas because she practically lives in her workspace. 

You decide on thick eyeliner with some flicks underneath to mimic longer bottom lashes and still, your boyfriend is staring. You send him a wink and he smiles. Finishing touches like mascara and now you search for a lipstick to wear. Taupe, magenta, black, blue, different shades of brown and pink… Red, maybe? Well, it is your boyfriend’s day off… and you look good in red... Let’s treat him a little. You pull it out and start to apply it to your top lip carefully and when Kirishima notices he visibly perks up like a puppy who just heard the word “treat.” By the time you start your bottom lip, he has rushed to your side with the sheet trying to keep up with him, sitting crossed-legged just like you. You can’t help but laugh because again he’s like a puppy, sitting there looking at you with his eyes sparkling as you apply the rest of it. 

“Hey, handsome.” You finally greet his staring. 

“Hey.” It’s a short response and his voice is still raspy from just waking up.

You quirk your eyebrow up at him and offer the lipstick tube to him. You’ve offered a few times before but he’s always said no but this is the first time he’s actually taken the offer. You’re a little shocked but you scoot over to make room for him to see himself in the mirror. You really hope he doesn’t get rug burn on his ass, but now you observe him trying to put the lipstick on. 

He’s completely twisted the whole stick of red outside the tube so if he uses it, it’ll probably break. “NOnonononono.” You gently take his hands around the lipstick and twist it down so the lipstick is peaking just enough to be applied properly. He’s looking at you with wide eye’s and he lets out a small “sorry” and you stop him with a shake of your head and a smile. “Lipsticks are too soft, it’ll break like that.”

“Oh, they should make harder versions. You’d think I could make Red Riot lipsticks that’ll withstand that?” He smiles that full sharp-toothed smile at you and you feel your heart clench. 

“Maybe. I’m not sure what all goes into lipsticks but I’m sure there’s a reason why they’re soft.”

He hums and looks in the mirror to try to put on the lipstick. 

You can’t help but laugh more. He’s smushed the stick into his lips with an imprecise and uncontrolled strength which has caused the lipstick to zig-zag across his lips. Now he tries the bottom with two bold swipes and he’s pouting at you. 

“You made it look so easy... “ His cheeks are tinged red and he knows there’s no reason to feel embarrassed but still it’s his first time trying this type of stuff besides Mina convincing him to be her canvas in high school. 

“How about you let me put it on you this time?” He’s nodding eagerly as you get a few tissues from the box you keep close when doing your make up. You brush the side of his cheek as you wipe the lipstick off his lips and he rests his cheek into your palm. He looks so handsome, the sun’s hitting him just right, his hair is down, and his eyes are looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him. 

You wipe away the red lipstick attempt gone wrong and hold his chin still with your fingers. 

“Now, open your mouth kinda like…” You offer an example with your mouth open gently in an “o” shape and he mimics it. “Okay, now stay still, yeah?” He offers a small grunt as a reply and you apply the lipstick just as carefully as you did to yourself. 

He’d be lying if he didn’t say this was hot. His partner he’s been smitten with since freshman year of high school is sitting in front of him holding his chin firmly wearing his favorite color lipstick. But he enjoys the wholesome moment at face value and pops his lips together like you usually do when you finish applying it.  

“Honestly, you should wear it more often. You look quite sexy.” You tease as he looks in the mirror. Wow. His lips are a bright red and he twists his head in different angles to inspect the lipstick on him and now his cheeks are flushing again because he really likes how he looks with it on. Like a lot.

“Really?” His voice is a little shaky and keeps observing his lips in the mirror. 

“Really. I have extra reds you can use whenever you want.” Your fingers card through his hair and turn his head to you. “I’m serious baby, you look handsome. Use it whenever, just tell me if you want me to apply it for you.” God, he didn’t think he could fall more in love with you. 

“I gotta leave soon, the sooner I leave, the sooner I come back.” So you put on the outfit you picked out and gather all your blueprints and papers that you need for the day as Kirishima keeps looking at himself in the mirror. 

You bend down for him, grasping his chin in your hand, and smooch him directly on his red-painted lips quickly so you didn’t mess up either of your lips. “I’ll be back later, handsome.” You leave him with one more kiss on his jawline to leave a red mark in the shape of you after he mumbles a soft “Goodbye, be safe.” 

He looks back in the mirror and the red stain on his jaw… Fuck, he’ll be counting down the hours until you get back because now his thoughts are running wild and lewd. He definitely has more plans including red lipstick in them.

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou x you #eijirou x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #x reader #fanfiction #⚫.writing #onyx override writing #⚫.pillow #◆.mha #❖.kirishima eijirou

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🛁 🔥🧼SPA DAY FROM HELL 🧼🔥🛁

Prompt: Y/N has never been happier to finally have her spa day time at home, but what it should be a relaxing day, becomes quite the opposite when a beautiful Irish man decides to join her.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut(implied), fluff, frustrated spa day, clingy Finn.

Notes: This is dedicated to my sincere love for cosmetics and Fergal Devitt! 😂 I don’t know why, but Finn has always gave me the feeling of being extra loving, extra caring, extra sweet, even a little needy and clingy (which I’m a sucker for guys who can be extremely affectionate) and he just seems like the type, that’s why most of my fluff ideas for stories always end up having him as part of the plot, he exudes that energy of pure love and affection, I don’t know, there you have it I guess.. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Earlier that morning

I finished gathering all of my essential materials for my weekly spa day at home.

This was a sacred weekly routine I’ve had for as long as I can remember, one day of the week where I would shut myself off the world, without a single care for nothing except my own self! In crazy weeks, such as the one I just had, this was the day I eagerly waited for. My little piece of heaven on earth, where nothing could go wrong...

I was beginning to take my clothes off when a loud thump coming from downstairs, in the living room, startled me to death.

*Oh God, please don’t let it be an intruder* I silently prayed as I grabbed a metal baseball bat from the bathroom (Yes, I have one metal baseball bat on each room of this house ok? I know it sounds slightly paranoid, but I’ve had a rough childhood so don’t judge me!)

I made my way downstairs in my underwear and armed with my faithful baseball bat. I already placed it to attack mode, when I saw a manly figure kneeled down, messing around with a large bag, with his back facing the stairs.

*A burglar! Oh, you’ve messed with the wrong house motherfucker!*

As I was ready to give my knockout attack to the back of his head, the man said

“Argh! Every damn time this happens ta me! I need ta fix this cursed zipper”

*I know that voice..*

“Fergal Devitt! Have you lost your mind?!”

Finn’s whole body jumped from fright and he turned to face me.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Ya almost gave me a heart attack!”

“No, I almost knocked your ass down, Devitt! Don’t you know better than showing up like a creep on my house like that?Don’t you know all about my ‘attack mode’ whenever I hear noises around the house?Fuck, I thought you were a burglar or something, I almost killed you!” I said, with my heart still beating at a ferocious pace from both the fright and almost hurting him.

“And did ya planned on killing tha burglar with tha bat or from a severe hard on?” He pointed with his chin towards my black and red lace lingerie.

“Ha ha, very funny Fergal. I’m serious! I could’ve hurt you really bad you know?”

“Oh trust me, ya are” He stood up and adjusted himself on his black jeans.

“Finn, I’m not joking babe” I said placing the baseball bat down on the couch.

“Me neither! Those are ta kill any man” He said as he approached me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, tightly securing me on his embrace while he kissed me deeply. Once we broke the kiss, he looked at me and said

“I’m sorry ta scare ya like that, I just wanted ta surprise ya”

“It’s ok baby, I loved the surprise, but please don’t do that anymore! It scares me to think what could’ve happened if I didn’t notice it was you.” I pecked his lips “Just give me a heads up next time ok?”

“Ok love. Now what do ya say about we go upstairs and have a little adult fun time, huh?”

“Uhmmm, I don’t know about that..” I teased

“I’ll make ya change yer mind love” He lightly chuckled as he kissed down my neck

Later in the afternoon

I begin to lay out my products on the bathroom sink, carefully choosing where to begin. When Finn bursted through the bathroom door.

“What yer doing love?” While he bites on an red apple.

“Jesus Finn, don’t you know how to knock?”

“What? There’s no need fer me ta knock”

“Yes there is!” I said shocked “What if I was doing something private?”

“Private?” He chuckled “Love, I’ve seen it all before. Yer gorgeous. It’s not like ya need ta hide from me” He sincerely smiled

I just took a deep breath as a response

“Ya didn’t answer me. What yer doing?” He pointed to my products beautifully placed on the sink, while he hungrily chewed on his apple.

“I’m setting things up for my spa day”

“Spa day?”

“Yes, I always take one day of the week to have some quality me time in which I happily do my weekly spa routine” I smiled at him proudly

“So what exactly do ya do on this spa day?”

“Well it changes depending on the week I’ve had. Sometimes I do more, sometimes I do less, but today I’ll be deep exfoliating my body and face, put a detoxifying mask on my hair and face followed by a nourishing mask for my face, applying a moisturizing mask on my hair and a deep moisturizing lotion on my body. I also might do my nails, but I’m not sure yet”

When I didn’t get a response I looked up to Finn who’ve had mixture between shock and amusement on his face.

“What?” I asked

“Wow love,that’s...a lot! No wonder yer skin’s so fucking soft” He said in awe

“Well..I like doing that..is sort of a way to relax I guess” I was blushing in sort of an embarrassed way

“I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing ya know?! How do ya know so much about those things?”

“I don’t know that much about it, I just like reading about it and testing products...Some people see it as a futile thing but, I like it you know?” I said slightly self conscious about the amount of time people judged me as a complete hollow, materialistic and futile person, just for my sincere love for cosmetics.

Finn stood up from the tub, where he was seated, made his way to me and placed his hands on my hips.

“Well, I don’t think it’s futile. I think that ya shouldn’t be embarrassed about tha things ya like, ya should be proud of it, love! Besides” He started to kiss down my neck “I love tha fact that I get ta enjoy tha end results” He roamed his hands upon my bare skin

“Finny...if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to do anything” I sighed

“But I can’t help it! Yer skin is so soft, ya smell so good and I’ve missed ya so much” He pressed his hardening bulge against my ass “Tha only thing I had ta keep me company at night was yer t-shirt...It helped, but it’s not tha same...” He pressed me harder against him “I need ta give it back ta ya, since I’ve made such good use of it, it doesn’t even smells like ya anymore baby” He bites my ear lightly

“Finn....please babe” I tried to fight back the growing need of him

“C’mon love, just give me a few minutes huh?! I just need some loving” He started to dry hump his hard bulge against my ass

“Fuck” I moan “Fine, just a few minutes”

In the late afternoon

“Finally” I sighed softly to myself. As I was opening the package of my face mask I hear some terrible singing coming from the room next door. It sounds like a fucking dying animal..

“Oh God, please tell me this is a joke” I made my way to the room next door and entered, just to find Finn only on his briefs, with headphones on, singing terribly to the very loud music playing, doing some laundry.

“Finn?” I called, a minute passed with no response

“FINN?” Still silent, as he bounces his hips (or at least tries to) to the rhythm of the music. When I realize that my yelling is useless, I made my way towards him and took one headphone out.

“Fergal?”

“Hey love” he pecks my lips “What yer up to?”

“I’m trying to relax” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh, I can help ya with that” he smirked as he reached for my tank top. I slapped his hand away, before saying

“I don’t mean it like that, I mean I’m trying to do my spa day, and your awful deadly singing is not helping at all. I love you, but you’re so fucking tone deaf! It’s driving me crazy!”

He chuckled and said as he approached me

“I have another way ta make ya relax love..”

“Fergal! Don’t you think, we’ve fucked enough already? We’ve done it twice and you’ve only been in this house for six hours!” I backed away from him

“I can’t never get enough of ya lass. I don’t think we’ve fucked enough already, I want ta fuck ya all tha time.” He reaches his arms to me

“Fergal, don’t you dare”

“Come here Y/N, let me tell ya a secret” he smiles deviously

The fucker knew what effect he has on me every time he gets this raw and possessive.

“Finn, I’m serious”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I just want ta tell ya something, come here”

“You can said it out loud, I’m listening”

“I told ya it’s a secret, nobody can hear it”

“It’s just us here Fergal”

“Still..” He ran towards me, I was caught off guard so I didn’t even had time to process his surprise attack until I was laying down on the floor and Finn on top of me, pining me down.

“Ferg, what are you doing? Let me go”

“Hmmmm, I’m not really in tha mood ta let ya go” His eyes sparkling with mischief

“Finn, please I got stuff to do” I tugged my wrists in an attempt to free myself from his grip

“You were tha one who came in here lass”

“Yes, because I thought there was a dying animal on this room, Jesus, you almost got me deaf with your rotten singing”

He only chuckled as he buried his face on my neck

“In a few minutes I bet ya there’s gonna be another type of screaming in this room”....

In the late evening

I had sadly gave up my spa day and was only filling up the tub so I could take a bath, it was the only thing I could do since I was exhausted thanks to Finn.

The bath salts smelled incredible so I strip off my remaining clothes (which consisted in basically my tank top and panties)

And hopped on the bathtub, I sighed in content, feeling my muscles start to loosen up and the relaxation finally hitting me. But that soon went down the drain when the bathroom door opened

“Hmmm smells nice in here”

I opened my eyes to see Finn at the foot of the bathtub *Please tell me I slept in the tub and drowned and this is my version of hell*

“So selfish Y/N” he clicked his tongue

“What?”

“Ya didn’t even invited me?”

I had already accepted the fact that I wasn’t gonna have a time for myself as long as Finn is home so I just said

“Do you wanna come in?”

He just smiled like a little boy and took off his boxers. I leaned forward to give some space for him to hop on behind me, but he said

“I want ta be in tha front”

It was a rare occasion for Finn to want to be in front of me, but whenever he was far away for a long time he liked to be the little spoon, it was cute to see a man as strong as Finn wanting to be the one who’s comforted. I actually eager those moments when we would switch places and I was the one able to take care of him.

He sat on the tub in front of me, resting his back on my breasts, his head on my shoulder, pulled my legs on top of his so that his arms could rest on my thighs. One of my arms slides on top of his shoulder to cross his chest while my other arm was resting on the side of the tub stroking his short hair. As he hummed in appreciation.

“I like this love”

“Yeah, me too” I kissed his cheek lightly

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence he says

“Are ya mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I ruined yer spa day?” He looked at me with guilty eyes

“Finny, you didn’t ruined baby, you just...happily convinced me of doing other activities instead” I chuckled softly

“I’m sorry love, is just that, I can’t help it ya know? I love ya so much and I missed ya so much that I just wanted ya all ta myself today”

“Oh Finny, that’s so sweet baby. You can have me whenever you want sunshine. I’m not complaining”

“So does that mean that I can have ya all fer myself tomorrow?” He stared at me pleading with those beautiful ocean blue eyes

“Of course baby, you can have me all day if you want, at least for as long as you’re home” I smiled

“Really? Everyday, all day long, without ya having ta work?”

“Yeah, I promise you”

“Good” He sighs in content

“How long are you staying home?”

“Two weeks love”

My eyes widened in shock “Two weeks?”

“Yeah, I managed ta get a few extra days off” He smirked and pecks my lips

I still looked at him in disbelief, I was ready for four days or something, now two weeks?

“Good thing ya work fer yourself, right love?” He hummed satisfied “Oh can ya wash my hair please? I love when ya do that”

I just nodded in agreement

He happily smiles “Thank you baby. I love ya” As he rested his head on my shoulder again and closed his eyes

How the hell was I supposed to fuck this Irish man four times a day for two weeks straight? Maybe I should Google that, right?...

#fergal devitt #finn balor one shot #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor #finn balor imagine #finn balor smut #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wrestling imagine #masochist writes

[the-wotog-collection]

some new(ish) kids

“new” as in they didn’t exist yet when we last posted. so some of them are at least 9 months old. anyway!

list under the cut:

CAS

- they’re a half-elf monk! but now that i think about it it would be kinda funny if they had a level or two in rogue

- honestly? they’re a frat boy, but one who drinks respect women (and everyone, really) juice

- complete thembo. they have a -1 int, but +5 dex and +3 cha so who’s really winning here

- seriously when i say they’re a thembo i mean it. cas can dodge bullets all day but they don’t know that a tomato is a fruit

- they’re a people person and respectful and are very much work hard play hard. i love them

PUMPKIN

- now this is a bastard right here

- he/they tiefling rogue. yes they stole that crown what about it

- very much like mollymauk tealeaf i’m not gonna lie. they’ll charm the pants off of you and run away with your whole coin pouch

- smth i love about pumpkin is 1) their last name is pye 2) they have aliases bc in nearly every town they’ve been in there’s a warrant out for his arrest

- pumpkin pye (persona), a flirty rapscallion. if they had to pick one alias to stay as, this would be that one

- apple pye, a quiet sweetheart. kinda country bumpkin-esque

- pecan pye, taciturn but honest (as he can be while using an alias and on the run from the law and generally up to no good) and a hard worker

 - underneath all the layers? he’s kinda sad and lonely, still a flirt and a rapscallion but considerably less, and sometimes he just wants to stay in bed instead of going out and getting into all kinds of trouble

- oh also! he’s self conscious about his freckles, and usually uses some kind of makeup to cover them up if hell brain is acting up/he’s causing trouble

TENJIN

- i’ll be honest i do not remember if i still have their picrew

- i do nvm

- this is tenjin! iirc they’re a drow enchanter (homebrew class my cousin made) but ig in a legal game they’d be a divination wizard

- he’s such a sweetie, oml

- fun fact he has autism! mostly nonverbal and gets overwhelmed super easily, and has a whole pouch full of trinkets that they fidget and stim with

- baby. baby boy

- really fun to play actually

BEE

- she’s here to kick names and take ass, and she’s all out of names

- a whole lesbian. most of why she does what she does is to protect pretty girls

- human (shocker, i know) cleric of a storm god that i forgot to write down

- anyway!

- do no harm but take no shit is her motto. her methods may be borderline illegal, but hey, as long as the thing gets done it’s fine

- usually.

- basically her only method is swing a bat around until people talk and if the bat hits anything/anyone, well. that’s not her business

- oh yeah her bat. it’s infused with electricity and deals lightning damage as well as bludgeoning. it’s sick as hell

- she’s pretty rad

RAY

- everyone needs a weed druid

- okay but seriously. they eat every plant they come across to 1) figure out what they do (they have insanely high con dw) and 2) for magical power

- are they high most of the time? yes. are they really sad actually? also yes

- they aren’t religious, but they do worship the deity their childhood best friend (turned lover, yes) worshipped

- i might talk about that more later :)

- anyway they’re super chill and also one of the few drows i have, iirc

WALKER

- okay now we’re starting to catch up

- his name isn’t actually walker, but it’s what everyone calls him so that’s what he goes by

- he/they (wow theres a lot of he/theys huh) fallen aasimar gloom stalker ranger

- basically think of the edgiest anime boy you can imagine and go “what if he went to therapy”

- he’s such a good boy! yes they still do the adventuring thing, but make a point of going to therapy every week

- they’re making some great progress :)

- while he’s basically a witcher and gets treated like one (i.e. poorly), he just wants to settle down somewhere quiet when there’s no more evil in the world to grow vegetables where the only one around to judge him for being mute is his crow

- the picrew didn’t have a crow so please pretend that’s what the pigeon is

VAL

- valor is a tiefling fighter who came into existence bc i rewatched netflix castlevania and was super gay for striga so i made a character inspired by her

- also has autism, but in addition, she has ptsd from her days in the royal army. she’s seen some shit yall

- isn’t very good with social interactions, a lot of stuff goes right over her head and she’s just awkward as hell, but get her talking about her special interest (military tactics) and she will talk for hours. please let her

- fun fact she met her wife bc she was fishing in a bog trying to catch dinner and fished out a wholeass lady instead

- she’s buff as hell. she could use literally anything as a weapon and make it hurt

UNNAMED WIZARD

- i don’t have a name for them yet BUT i do know that they’re a bitch

- yet another he/they, this time we have a neutral evil wizard who doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as they get results for their experiments

- think albedo genshinimpact but with almost no morals

- yes he’d cast ninth level spells on his party if he was researching something. no he would not feel remorse. probably

- idk i haven’t fleshed him out yet i just know that he’s a bitch

MOUSE

- finally! my favorite character on this list

- this is maisy, but she’s so tiny that everyone calls her mouse

- when i say tiny i mean she’s a halfling and also seven years old. she’s fucking little

- little human druid girl who basically raised herself in the forest and can & will make friends with literally any animal she comes across

- her arcane focus is her flower crown, which also has berries growing on it. they grow back every time she picks one to give to her friends :)

- she’s so fucking pure oh my god. actual cinnamon roll and everything that’s good in this world

- her rat’s name is rat. he’s her friend :)

- and also dog sized compared to her it’s hilarious. she has a little leash for him made of vines and particularly spry twigs

- have some bonus art bc oh my god cutie

#mod ash #oh boy here we go #cas #pumpkin pye #pumpkin #tenjin #bee #ray #walker #valor #val #maisy #mouse #art tag? art tag #ash doodles #that only applies to the art of cas. it's one of the few pieces i'm proud of klajdshlj

[starrynite7114]

Bad Dream

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first Daddy Angel request I received. Working on the rest as soon as I finish the update for Misconstrued which should be posted either later tonight or tomorrow. I’m really excited about the ‘Little One’ Request since they are all so cute! Hope you all enjoy this first one!

Requests are still currently open! Prompt

10. Little one coming to sleep with you after having a bad dream. with angel?

Masterlist

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“Baby, this shouldn’t be a battle every time,” you sighed as you watched your daughter run around the house after her bath. Her giggles reverberated around the house, making you smile. Even though your daughter was a little troublemaker, she was the cutest thing. The product of you and Angel’s love that had both of you wrapped around her finger. 

Even the Mayan men couldn’t resist her charm. As soon as she busted out those puppy dog eyes, they were goners. You even caught Bishop sneaking her a few cookies when she was on a time out for coloring on the walls. You always had to be the bad guy, but it was your duty since every man in her life just gave her the world with a mere bat of her eyes. 

“Mommy, catch me!” She exclaimed as she ran down the hall with you following her at a much slower pace. 

You could run after her, but today was exhausting and you definitely did not want to run after your four year old. If you ran after her, she would think you two were still playing and would not go to bed as she was supposed to. If anything, you would think that she would be exhausted with the trip she took to the zoo with your brother and his family. You and Angel were supposed to go, but Angel got called for club business and you had to go into work due to a call off at the hospital. You picked up Alena from your brother’s place since it was on your way after work. Angel was supposed to, but he was still with the club and you didn’t want to bother him. 

You had dinner at your brother’s place and the whole time home, Alena spoke about all the animals she saw. With all her energy, you thought she would crash after her bath, but your daughter was her father’s child. She was so full of energy. You also believe that she was waiting for Angel to come home, which was the reason she was running around. But Alena also had the tendency of running around right after her bath, making it a game between you two. It wasn’t often, but when she did, it was going to take some time to get Alena Reyes to bed. 

Daddy’s little princess.

You absolutely adored their relationship. Alena looked at her father like he held the world and he looked at her like she held his world together. 

“Baby, aren’t you tired?” You questioned as you reached her room where she ran off to.

“A little, but I want to tell Daddy about my trip.” Alena was on the floor, petting her new toy, a bear plushie that she named after her favorite tio, Coco. 

“I don’t know what time daddy is coming home baby, it’s past your bedtime.” You hated the unsure hours that Angel worked, but you were understanding. The club was family and you knew about all the business ventures they had. It was difficult at times, especially when he was on a run and gone for a week or so, and when you were alone, it was bearable. But with Alena here, it was absolutely difficult. Alena had to speak to her daddy every night before she goes to bed where she tells him about everything she did on that day. It was the cutest thing and you always watch her fondly as she babbled to Angel. 

“But, he pwomised he’ll be home to tuck me in.” Alena pouted and you could already see where this was going. 

Kneeling on the floor beside her, you took your daughter in your arms, kissing her on the top of the head. “How about this, we lay on your bed and wait for daddy and when he comes, we can switch?” 

“Okay,” Alena nodded her head, laying her head on your shoulder. 

You both were very dependent on Angel. You couldn’t sleep till Angel was home either, but you forced yourself since it would be a bitch to do a twelve hour shift with no sleep.

You laid on Alena’s bed with her resting comfortably in your arms.

“Mommy, I love you.”

“And I love you baby.”

“And I love you both.”

Both you and Alena sat up upon hearing a third person. You both found Angel leaning on the doorframe, a big smile on his face as he watched his girls. 

“Daddy’s home!” Alena exclaimed as she shimmied out of her bed and ran to her father’s waiting arms.

“Hi baby,” Angel smothered her with kisses, causing her to giggle. “Mi alma, you looked exhausted.” He walked over to you as you stood by your daughter’s bed, giving you a kiss. 

“I’m glad you’re home.” You hugged Angel’s side that was not occupied by your daughter.

This was Angel’s favorite thing in the world, being able to come home to you and your daughter and forgetting about everything outside of the walls of your home.

“Me too,” he looked exhausted, but he was willing to do anything his daughter requested him to as long as she was happy.

“Daddy, meet Coco!” Your daughter held the polar bear that her uncle got for her at the zoo. 

“You named a polar bear after your Tio Coco?” Angel chuckled. He couldn’t wait to tell Coco who would most likely be over the moon. He wasn’t able to watch Letty grow up, so seeing Alena, it was a treat for Coco.

“Yes, cause he’s my favorite person.” She happily informed her father.

“But what about daddy? I’m not your favorite person?” He pouted.

Alena stuck her tongue out, thinking of the answer which made Angel pout even more. 

“Baby, it shouldn’t be hard.” Angel tickled Alena making her laugh.

“Stop daddy!” She shrieked through her laughter. 

You smiled watching the two. They were the same person at times and it was so eerie to you. She had Angel’s smile, his nose, his eyes, but mostly, she had Angel’s loving personality. When she’s angry she’s angry, but she loves as fiercely as Angel. If you were her favorite person, nothing sways her. Coco has been her favorite since she was two years old. And while daddy was special to Alena, Tio Coco was number one.

“Should I be hurt that Coco is number one?” Angel looked at you and you laughed.

“No, you’re her father, you’ll always trump everyone.” You paused. “Well, till she gets married.”

“Baby! We agreed to never discuss that.” He covered Alena’s ear, hugging her tightly to his chest. “Never, she’s not allowed.”

You shook your head. You don’t look forward to that battle years from now, but it would definitely be fun to see.

“Right, I apologize babe, Lena will never get married.” You agreed with him.

“Okay, good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Angel gave you a grateful smile.

“Daddy, listen to me!” You both didn’t even notice Alena going off about her day to Angel.

“Sorry princesa, daddy’s listening.” Angel kissed her cheek.

Angel immediately apologized and laid in bed with your daughter. She animatedly spoke about all the animals she saw and how her favorite animal was now a polar bear. The polar bear reminded her of Tio Gilly cause he was big like him, but cuddly. Angel had to laugh at that.

“But then why did you name the bear Coco?” Angel questioned.

“Cause he’s my favorite person Daddy.” She stated in a matter of fact tone. 

“Daddy isn’t your favorite?”

“Your daddy, he’s Tio Coco.” She reasoned with him as if that should explain everything. 

“But you love daddy most?”

“No, mommy.”

Angel just chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

You left them there with Angel listening attentively to her. You organized a few places in your home before making your way to the en suite in your bedroom so you could take a bath. After a long day, all you wanted was some wine and to relax in the warm water of your tub. You sat down, the scalding water relaxing your muscles. 

“Ugh, this is amazing.” You closed your eyes, leaning your head back.

“Should I get you wine?”

You slightly jumped hearing Angel’s voice. Your reaction made him laugh and shake his head. “I love how easily you scare.”

“One day, I’m going to scare you and you won’t even Ed it coming.” You playfully glared at your husband. “But I would like a mix of the peach whiskey and apple juice.”

“You’re favorite, of course baby. Anything for you.” 

You patiently waited for Angel, eyes closed and leaning your head against the end of the tub. You heard him walk back in, one of your eyes opening to find him naked. Moving forward to make some room for Angel, you had gotten the biggest tub to assure that your husband would be able to fit in the tub with you. Angel was tall and regular sized tubs would not have been comfortable for you both. 

Angel handed you your drink as he stepped behind you, hissing at the temperature of the water. “Jesus fucking Christ baby. The water is so fucking hot.” No matter how many times you two have taken a bath together, Angel would never get used to the temperature you pick. “It’s like you bathe in hell’s moat water.”

You laughed, shaking your head at your husband. “Jesus, stop whining.” You took a drink of his concoction. “So good.” Once Angel was settled, you leaned back against his chest, handing him your drink. 

“I’m good babe, I got beer.” 

You nodded your head. Angel had an arm wrapped around you, as you two sat in silence enjoying each other’s presence and the drinks in your hand.

“You didn’t bring your bike home.” You commented as you didn’t even hear his entrance. Alena love the roar of the motorcycle, it indicates daddy was home and that was her favorite thing. 

“Fixing it up, EZ dropped me off in the van.” Angel took another swig of his beer. “How was your day?”

“Tiring, a few trauma, but just the usual busy day in the ER.” You were an ER Doctor at a hospital forty five minutes out of Santo Padre. Angel wasn’t the biggest fan of how far your job was, but he supported you regardless. The distance was what made him iffy, but otherwise, it wasn’t bad whatsoever. You picked up a few shifts at the local Santo Padre hospital. You and Angel met through EZ since he was your classmate at Stanford all those years ago. Your relationship has had its ups and downs, but you both were stubborn and giving up on one another was not an option.

“Glad you’re safe baby.” He kisses the side of your head, you leaned your head on his right upper arm. 

“How was your day?” You questioned.

It was always full disclosure. Angel rarely hid anything from you and you truly appreciated that. After all, it was either all in or nothing at all.

“Shitty, the cartel still has us doing Bitch work. No end insight.” Angel scoffed. 

“How’s Adelita doing?” The woman that used to make you feel threatened about your relationship with Angel was now working with the cartel, in an interesting turn of events. You met her once when the club called you to come and suture up one of the rebels. She was kind and beautiful, you took a liking to her and admired her cause, even though you weren’t exactly sure what her cause was anymore. 

“Not sure, haven’t really worked with the rebels for some time. We’ve just been doing runs for the cartel to Vegas and Arizona.” Angel shrugged. “It was a long day baby. The new prospect is doing well, EZ is having fun bossing someone else around for a change.”

You laughed. “I bet he is. He’s not doing bitch work anymore so I’m sure that makes your brother incredibly happy.” 

Angel laughed, downing the rest of his beer. “You in the mood?” He nibbled on your ear. You feel his hardened member against your back, his hand drifting down to your pussy. 

“When am I ever not in the mood?” You moaned as you felt Angel’s finger running up and down your slit. Your head was still on his upper arm, your leg widening to give his hand more room.

“Every time I’m away from you, all I can think about is being home with you and Alena.” Angel whispered against your ear, squeezing your breast as a finger entered your waiting core. You leaned your head back against his shoulder now, exposing your neck for his mouth to assault. “Then I think about how I couldn’t wait to be buried inside you when our princess was finally asleep. You want another baby mi Alma? I think it’s time we gave Alena a sibling.” You definitely wanted one and it wasn’t the lack of trying. But it’s been a drought for you and Angel. You have had two miscarriages and it has been discouraging to say the least. Doesn’t mean you two have stopped trying though. “You’re the love of my life, I can never live without you.” While you love Angel’s filthy mouth, when he praised you, proclaimed his never ending love for you, it was the biggest turn on. 

Angel added another finger as you moved yourself so that you can spread your legs wider. You reached back and wrapped your hand around his cock, making Angel groan against your ear. Angel had three fingers in you when he coaxed your first orgasm out of you. You bit your lip, trying to be quiet since you didn’t want to wake up your daughter.

“Baby, you know you can scream. Alena won’t be able to hear you.” Angel teased as his thumb continued to rub your clit. You had tried to continue your ministrations on Angel’s cock, but you let go of it once Angel had you cumming. 

Turning around, you straddled Angel’s lap, your drink was long forgotten on the floor beside the tub. You sink onto his cock, Angel groaning out your name as your pussy enveloped him.

“Shit.” He sat up so that you two were chest to chest. Your hands rested on his shoulders, using it as leverage as you moved up and down. Leaning your forehead against his, you bit your lip at the sweet stretch and the feeling of fullness you were currently feeling. His hands were on your hips, helping to guide you. “Feel good baby?”

You nodded your head. Attaching your lips to his, Angel knew you were close with the way you kept clenching around him. Pulling away from him, your lips were on his neck, leaving your own marks that he loved to leave all over your body. Angel groaned as you bit his neck, sucking at the same spot. 

Angel pulled you off of him and gestures for you to stand up. He stood up after you and led you towards the sink. Placing you on the sink, he immediately spread your legs and slid back in, making you both groan. It didn’t take long for both of you to finish. Angel quickened his pace, whispering words in your ears and next thing you knew, you were moaning his name out, grabbing on his arm as you came. He came right after you, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“You okay?” He stood straight, caressing your cheek as you caught your breath.

“I’m more than okay.” You both laughed.

You and Angel showered quickly before making your way to bed. Angel turned the television on and you leaned against the headboard reading the latest article about innovative medicine. It was a routine for you both. You both end up doing something different and at the end, you’re snuggled against Angel watching whatever the heck he was watching. Your husband admired you greatly and he couldn’t even imagine how life would be without you and his little princess. 

You two eventually fell asleep with you on your side, one hand under the pillow, while Angel was right beside you, his side touching your back. His arms weren’t always around you, but you two had to be touching all the time to keep Angel at ease.

The crying woke you before the knock did. Both you and Angel woke up, hearing the crying at the baby monitor. Angel sat up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes just as Alena knocked on the door.

“Daddy!” She wailed out.

Angel immediately got out of bed and opened the door. There was your daughter clutching Coco as she sobbed. Angel frowned and enveloped his daughter in his arms. 

“Mi princesa what’s wrong?” Angel closed the door behind him and brought Alena to your bed. He sat down with his back against the headboard while Alena sat on his lap, head against Angel’s chest. She hugged Coco to her as she looked down at you. You were facing them, placing a hand on your daughter's leg.

“Baby what happened?” You asked.

“Mommy, I dream that daddy was taken by the gorilla.” She frowned, tears coming down from her eyes again.

You glared at Angel as he gave you a sheepish smile. Your husband thought it was a great idea to watch Planet of the Apes with your toddler. 

“We can’t lose Daddy, who would protect us?” Your daughter began to sob again, the thought of even losing her father was not plausible for her.

Angel rubbed her back soothingly, kissing the top of her head. He looked over at you, asking for some help and you mouthed to reassure her. Angel always panicked whenever your daughter cried. He was an amazing father, but when his princess was crying, all logic went away and all he wanted to do was take care of her. 

“Princesa, daddy will never leave you, okay? It was just a bad dream.” Angel tried to reassure her.

“Yeah baby, remember, daddy is the strongest.” You backed him up.

Angel hugged your daughter as she sobbed, eventually subsiding as daddy held her close to him. He laid back, Alena still against his chest. 

“You’re my favorite person.” You both heard Alena say as she held Angel’s shirt.

Angel just smiled at you, holding your hand.

“You're my favorite person too.”

#angel reyes #angelreyes #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfiction #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic #mayans mc imagine

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in a werewolf au Peter definitely accidentally dozed off in class when Tony was talking about knotting just so he could see him after class uwu

I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be ABO or just werewolf au but I kinda made it a little ambiguous so you choose :p

CW: Rimming, knotting, teacher/student with the possibility of underage (up to you), slight manipulative behavior on Peter’s end, public sex in a classroom, cum inflation

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“Mr. Parker, if you please?”

Peter kept a straight face as his name was called seconds before he could slip out of the classroom. It was very tempting to grin when he realized his plan had worked (even just up until this point), but he wouldn’t allow himself to give himself away that easily.

He turned, and gave the man wiping away the text on the Whiteboard at the head of the classroom a questioning look. “Yes, Mr. Stark?”

The man put the eraser down, turned, and put his hands on his hips as he watched he rest of the students file out of the room and into the busy hallways. They had a 45 minute break now, and although Peter would have enjoyed going to the nearby food court with his friends to grab some lunch, there was something he knew he’d much rather enjoy right now.

The last student closed the door behind herself and left Peter alone with his teacher, who was still standing there with his hands on his hips and his glasses on his nose.

“I know you would still ace your tests if you slept through all of your classes, but today we discussed a particularly important subject, Peter,” Mr. Stark said, taking off his glasses and setting them down on the desk. It was a pity. Mr. Stark looked good in those glasses.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, looking every part the regretful student, although he didn’t felt like it at all, “I know it’s important. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

Peter always knew what to do and what to say to get his teachers to forgive him for whatever they thought he’d done wrong. He was hoping that this time, he could take that to his advantage, and finally gain from Tony Stark what he’d been wanting to ever since their first class together.

“We’re not going to be covering this again,” Tony sighed, and sat down at his desk, “Do you think you can come up with a solution? Maybe you can ask one of your classmates to give you a recap.”

“Oh, um, Mr. Stark… I wouldn’t really feel comfortable discussing these types of things with my classmates.”

“Why not? It’s perfectly natural.”

Peter leaned back against one of the students’ desks and held his bag in front of him, arms wrapped around it and looking away from his teacher. “I know that. It’s just—I’d much rather hear it from someone with experience…”

“Peter—”

“And I know you just taught the whole class and I fell asleep and I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to. I was really looking forward to hearing about this, actually.”

Tony looked curious for a moment, head tilting a touch to the side. “Is that so?”

Peter nodded, still refusing to look at the older man. “Perhaps you could be so kind as to… teach me yourself, Mr. Stark?” He lifted his gaze then, and watched how Tony’s posture changed just a touch when Peter batted his eyelashes at him, smiling shyly. Watched how Tony’s Adam’s apple bobbed once.

Hook, line, sinker.

Peter could smell it.

“Peter…” Tony said in a low warning, but the boy wasn’t going to let that stop him. He knew what he wanted and hew knew that Mr. Stark wanted it too. Ever since Peter had presented, the man’s nose would turn up with the deep breaths he took every time Peter walked into his classroom, as if he was taking in the scent by the gallon, wanting to breathe nothing else.

“Mr. Stark, if there is anyone who can teach me about knots properly, I know it’s you.”

Peter pushed away from the table he’d been leaned against and slowly dropped his backpack to the floor on his way over to where Tony was sitting behind his desk, leaned back as if he was trying to lean away from Peter. As if he was scared of him, almost.

“Don’t,” Tony warned again, held out a hand with the palm toward Peter, “Don’t do that.”

Peter wrapped a hand around Tony’s wrist and pressed the open palm against his belly, pushing it upward to his chest, pulling his shirt up with it to expose skin.

“Please, Mr. Stark? Please teach me about knots.”

Tony took a deep breath, which was the biggest mistake he could have made. He couldn’t even pull his hand back if he tried, too tempted to use it instead to take off Peter’s clothes and bend him over his desk right there and then to show him what a good knotting was like.

Peter stopped. He held Tony’s hand against his chest, and Tony could feel the boy’s heartbeat beneath his fingers, rabbiting under his touch. He was nervous. He had to be.

A long silence passed between them.

“Do you want this?” Tony was the first to break the silence, voice soft, cautious.

Peter nodded.

“Do you really want this?” He asked again.

And once more, Peter nodded, more enthusiastically this time.

“Then show me.”

Peter was at a loss for a second, unsure of what Mr. Stark meant, when he realized… Show him. Show him just how much you want it. Peter wasted no time in unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down under Mr. Stark’s watchful eye, and then quickly shucking his underwear as well, only letting the other man get a glimpse of him before he had himself draped over Tony’s desk, back arched and ass up, and he could hear the man behind him let out a shuddery sigh.

Peter preened with the knowledge that he’d made Tony make that sound. That was all his doing. And while nothing had happened quite yet, Peter hoped that he’d be allowed to make him make those noises many more times.

From where he had his cheek pressed into the teacher’s desk, Peter couldn’t see what was happening behind him, but he could feel Tony’s eyes on him.

He squirmed when warm hands finally touched upon his ass cheeks, one on each, thumbs inching toward the crevice until Peter felt the man spread him open, and a moment later, warm breath replaced the cool air that brushed past the now exposed pucker of his hole.

Peter let out a desperate whimper when Tony’s tongue swiped up his entrance in one long, slow lick, which allowed Tony to taste him thoroughly. Apparently whatever he found there was to his liking, because the man moaned lowly, and repeated the motion once more before gently circling Peter’s hole with the tip of his tongue.

Peter was hard in a matter of seconds, cock trapped against Tony’s desk, but it didn’t matter. Not when Tony sank his tongue into him and spread Peter around the muscle, adding in a finger to stretch him slowly in preparation for what was to come.

And what was to come couldn’t come quickly enough.

The stretching had Peter writhing on the desk in minutes, minutes that seemed to drag on for far too long, to the point where the boy was actively pushing back against Tony in the hopes of encouraging him enough to move. To do something. It wasn’t nearly enough to sate the desire that had been building inside Peter from the very day he’d met the man. But he knew something that would do the trick.

“Alpha…” Peter whined, “Please.”

Clearly that worked, because Tony pulled back entirely, and a second later Peter could hear the clinking of a belt buckle followed by a quick rustle of clothes, and then something large and warm was pressing up against Peter’s hole. It slowly spread Peter around its girth, pushing in the head slowly at first accompanied by a shuddery intake of breath. Peter himself could barely breathe. It was like he’d forgotten how to as Tony sank his thick cock into him, teasing him open with gentle little thrusts of his hips until the man was pressed flush against him.

“Beautiful,” Tony breathed out, “God, Peter, you take my cock so well.”

Peter’s thighs quivered and his cock strained against the tabletop beneath him and whimpered again. Tony soothed him with kisses to the back of his neck while he allowed the boy to get adjusted for a moment, before he slowly pulled his hips back, and then rolled them forward again smoothly, watching his cock disappear into Peter’s pliant body.

He was so tight. Tight and warm and just slick enough to ease the slide, and just dry enough to really make them really feel the drag. Tony had to refrain from quickly starting up the kind of pace he wanted to in order to show Peter exactly what they had been talking about during class.

It didn’t once occur to Tony that this was exactly why the boy had fallen asleep. It just seemed like a happy accident.

He wasn’t complaining.

As Peter seemed to get used to it a little more, sounds growing softer like he was actually enjoying it properly now, Tony picked up the pace a little.

“There you go,” he encouraged, hands on Peter’s hips to pull the boy back onto his cock while he fucked into him, their hips meeting with quiet slaps with every thrust.

Peter held onto the edge of the desk and looked over his shoulder, barely able to believe that this was really happening, that he’d managed to convince Mr. Stark to show him what a good knotting was like. He didn’t care about any possible consequences – he just cared about the fact that Tony had his cock inside him, and that he was about to stretch him with the knot that he could already feel beginning to grow at the base of his cock, catching on Peter’s tight rim every time Tony pushed in and pulled out again.

The desk creaked when Tony picked up his pace yet again, protesting the weight and movement on top as the man’s thrusts increased in speed, fucking into Peter more roughly by the second.

He was getting close. He could see his knot starting to form when he looked down. He wouldn’t last much longer.

“Take note, baby,” Tony panted, one hand going up to Peter’s shoulder for leverage, thumb brushing over one of his many scent glands to encourage him to pour out more of that lovely smell. And as it wrapped around the both of them, filling Tony’s nose with every ragged breath, his thrust grew erratic. “This is… This is what a real knotting is like.”

Tony slammed into the boy one last time and came, filling him up with cum while his knot rapidly inflated and locked them together.

Peter was squirming, crying, his body barely adjusting to the size of Tony’s knot as it continued to grow, stretching him like nothing had ever stretched the poor, sweet, virgin boy before. He came untouched on the other man’s knot, whining high in his throat as he emptied himself across the desk beneath him, creating a sticky mess against his lower belly.

He exhausted himself quickly and went still, only twitching lightly in the aftermath. He was boneless, felt spineless, his legs spread weakly and arms dangling while Tony bent down to plaster himself across the length of Peter’s back and kiss and nuzzle at his neck and whispered words of praise.

Tony moved back and pulled Peter with him, arms securely wrapped around the boy to keep them together while he lowered himself back into his desk chair. It created a new angle that had Tony’s cock press a little deeper inside him, and Peter gasped softly, but otherwise remained lax.

His hand fell to his middle while Tony mouthed at his neck. Tony was still emptying inside of him, creating a small, barely noticeable rounding low in Peter’s belly, and Peter felt across it with his fingers and hoped that one day, he’d be full of Mr. Stark’s pups.

Maybe, hopefully, this one knotting would suffice. But if it didn’t then he could always try again.

Now that he knew that the man wanted him, it didn’t have to be so hard.

“Do you think you learned enough, Mr. Parker?” Tony purred lazily against the shell of Peter’s ear.

Peter smiled a mischievous smile.

“No, Mr. Stark. I think you might have to show me again some time.”

#starker #peter parker/tony stark #nff #starker fanfic #ironspider #marvel #tony stark #peter parker #werewolf au #aus #werewolves au #idk which tag i usually use for that lmao #abo #omegaverse #Anonymous #replies

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AcuteAngleAziraphale Fics

Finally got around to making a directory of my Good Omens fics, with links to AO3 and Tumblr (including a fic by fic breakdown of the Chicken Soup for the Ineffable Soul drabble collection.)  A few at the top, everything else under the cut, since there’s like, 50+ fics here. (sorted by most hits on AO3)

Your Lips Are Poison; Your Taste Is Divine (Explicit)

He was beautiful, but in a ‘don’t touch’ sort of way, like the apple he was famous for- freedom and banishment all wrapped into one tantalizing fruit. Unfortunately, Aziraphale had never been particularly good at resisting temptation. So, of course, it started with a touch.

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Chicken Soup for the Ineffable Soul (Collection)

Threadbare Heart (Gen)

For the last ten or so years, Crowley has felt an odd sort of affinity with Aziraphale’s waistcoat.

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Wanting (Gen)

Crowley was used to wanting. Answers from a god. A place to call home. For his love to be returned.

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Lucky (Gen)

“Angel,” Crowley said, draping his entire body across the desk where Aziraphale was reading. “Angel, let’s go somewhere.”

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Three Words (Gen)

Three words. Three simple, little words. That was all it took for Crowley's world to fall apart. "I'm in love," Azirphale had said, a soft smile gracing his lips.

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Free Fall (Gen)

Aziraphale fell in love slowly. That was probably for the best, since once he started, he just couldn't seem to stop.

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Anytime with You (Gen)

Aziraphale loved spending mornings with Crowley. He loved those early hours that he got to spend reading in bed with the demon curled up, asleep, by his side.

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Prayer (Gen)

Crowley is a prayer waiting to be answered, and Aziraphale is finally ready to let the hymns spill from his lips.

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To Love the Sky (Gen)

There once was an angel who loved the sky more than anything.

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Grace (Gen)

Crowley liked churches, and Aziraphale pretended that he didn’t know.

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Hymns (Gen)

Crowley sang hymns long forgotten to the choirs of heaven.

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I Choose You (Gen)

Some people believe in soul mates. Crowley was not one of those people.

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Unsaid (Gen)

Aziraphale could fill entire books with words he’s left unsaid. If he transcribed every utterance he’d bitten back on his tongue, he’d find that he had covered enough pages that he could line every bookshelf he owned. 

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Giggly (Gen)

Aziraphale had a problem, and that problem wore skinny jeans and strutted around like he was more limb than substance.

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Flicker (Teen+)

“Crowley,” Aziraphale mumbled into the demon’s lips as they kissed. “You’re doing it again.”

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Bigger Than These Bones (Teenish)

Crowley was most definitely not human. That fact must be made abundantly clear.

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Get Your Ducks in a Row (Gen)

The angel paid him no mind as he stopped in the middle of the path and turned around, forcing Crowley to stop, too. “Crowley, please, would you mind explaining the ducklings?!”

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A Sort of Wickedness (Teenish)

There’s a sort of wickedness to his smile, Crowley notices, and he wonders how he didn’t see it from the start. But that’s why they go together so well, isn’t it? Just as Crowley has a little of the light running through his veins, Aziraphale has just a lick of the dark, there below the surface.

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Not Made To Love (Gen)

Demons are not made to love. That is the only explanation Crowley can come up with for the way he feels ready to come apart at the seams. 

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Where Legends Are Born (Gen)

Crowley walked the streets of legend and saw the world unfold before him.

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Constellations (Gen)

Aziraphale had stars covering his skin.

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Paint the Sky (Teen)

Crowley used to paint. His brush was the cosmos and his canvas was the universe, infinite and vast. With just one stroke, he could bring the sky to life.

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I Love You (Gen)

It was unexpected, almost. Aziraphale wouldn't have thought it (though, that was more because he had never allowed himself to dwell on such things) but, despite all of Crowley's rough edges and walls he had built to protect himself from getting hurt, he loved incredibly freely and easily.

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Made To Love (Gen)

Crowley was made to love Aziraphale, he was sure of it.

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The Truth (Gen)

Fic request: Crowley gushing to The Them about Aziraphale

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Harmony (Gen)

Crowley’s love was a hurricane; wild and all-consuming, it surged within him until there was room for little else.

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Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before (Gen)

Crowley relaxed even further into his lover’s lap and closed his eyes. “Can you tell me a story?”

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Eden (Gen)

They met for the first time in the garden, but not atop the outer wall, on the day of the first rain.

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Me-ow! (Gen)

“Oh, good lord- I’m jealous of a cat.”

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*bang*bang* Tartan Love! Whoa! (Gen)

It’s ridiculous, really, the things Crowley will do for love. Walk across consecrated ground. Run inside a burning building. Change the upholstery in his Bentley to bloody tartan.

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First Kisses (Gen)

The first time Aziraphale had leaned forward and closed the six thousand year long distance between them to kiss Crowley, he had made a strangled sound much like a giraffe choking on a twig and promptly fallen to the floor.

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Call Me Angel (Gen)

Aziraphale still remembered the first time Crowley had called him ‘angel.’

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Warmth (Gen)

The lump of tartan blankets on the couch in the back room of Aziraphale’s shop appeared with the first snowfall after the apocalypse-that-wasn’t.

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Your Hand in Mine (Gen)

They held hands on the wall.

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Titus Anacondicus (Gen)

...and maybe Aziraphale had just confessed to six thousand years worth of longing to a snake that was not actually Crowley at all.

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An Absolute Angel (Gen)

In retrospect, Aziraphale probably could have avoided making an utter fool of himself if he had simply asked Crowley if they could meet up to compare disguises before making their way to the Dowling residence. As it was, he was lucky he didn’t blow the whole con by turning into a blushing mess during his job interview the moment Crowley stepped into kitchen as Nanny Ashtoreth.

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Companion (Gen)

Though he never talked about it, Aziraphale was ancient. One of the first angels.

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Sunrise (Gen)

[Aziraphale] had already filled this sky with his favorite colors (every shade of blue and the lightest yellows imaginable) but now the sunrise had him a bit stumped.

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He Loves You, Idiot (Gen)

If Crowley hadn't known any better, he would have thought that Aziraphale was in love with him.

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Treasure Beneath Gold (Gen)

Crowley, in the guise of Aziraphale, fidgeted nervously on the bench as he awaited the angel’s return from hell.

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Accidental Miracles (Gen)

It was too much. Aziraphale was in love and it was too much.

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Forgiveness (Gen)

“Forgive me,” Aziraphale whispers as he presses his lips to tear tracked cheeks.

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He Knows (Gen)

‘I love you,’ Crowley says, not with words, but with his actions...

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All This Time (Gen)

Aziraphale has a husband. This is news to Crowley.

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Nothing Rhymes With Aziraphale (Gen)

Crowley took to writing when the moments without Aziraphale seemed to stretch into infinity. There was something about the repetitive scratch of the quill against the parchment that seemed to calm him; maybe it was just the way it seemed to drown out the part of him that had (unforgivably) learned to miss someone.

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By Any Other Name (Gen)

Crowley wasn’t sure what exactly went wrong, but somehow, his lunch date with Aziraphale had ended with the angel acting like a complete nervous mess. OR the one where Crowley tries out various pet names.

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The Other Side of the Coin (Collection) (Role-Swap AU)

The Beginning (Gen)

An angel and a demon meet outside of Eden.

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Azra and the Antichrist (Gen)

Azra rides a bicycle and misplaces a baby. Raphael makes Gabriel drink coffee.

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On Being a Bastard (Teen)

The first time Raphael had called him ‘bastard’ Azra was, understandably, a little bit insulted.

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The Bentley (Gen)

"I still don't understand," Raphael said, as he maneuvered his Bentley at breakneck speed through the busy streets of London.

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From an Outside Perspective (Collection)

A Little Secret (Gen)

Brother Francis, during the course of his employment for the Dowlings, always seemed to be on the very cusp of being fired.

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Local Idiots Terrorize Ducks at St. James Park (Gen)

There was a small group of ducks at St. James park that were far more intelligent than any ducks had any right to be. This tended to happen when certain celestial beings were involved.

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Ducks! They’re what you practice proposals on. (Gen)

It wasn’t everyday you walked into St. James’ park to find a man down on one knee, ring box in hand, declaring his undying love to a duck, but it seemed today was a day of absurdities, because that was exactly what was happening.

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Snark (Snake Park)

As a spy, Agent [redacted] of the British Bureau of [redacted] had seen some, for lack of a more elegant word, shit. Which is why when the sunglasses wearing redhead in St. James’ Park turned into a massive snake in broad daylight, he didn’t bat an eye.

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Because I Love You (Gen)

This is too much. They barely survived the apocalypse, barely survived getting offed by their head officers, and now Crowley asks him for this?

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Mr. Fell and Mr. Fell (Gen)

Crowley once again changes his name.

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Allow Me (Teen for blood)

Heaven orders Aziraphale to kill a human. Crowley is there to pick up the pieces.

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Third Time’s the Charm (Gen)

For the prompt “please marry me.”

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Routine (Gen)

For the prompt “why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

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Sentimentality (Gen)

Aziraphale keeps his most treasured possession in a cigar box that finds its home nestled in the tea cupboard next to the angel’s favorite brand of earl grey.

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It’s Always Been You (Gen)

A love story told in reverse.  

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God Only Knows (what I'd be without you) (Teen) (4/8 chapters)

Crowley and Aziraphale through the ages, but each time they meet it is for the first time.

AO3 Only

The Complete Idiot's Guide to Exorcism (Gen)

Aziraphale and Crowley fake some exorcisms.

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An Unfortunate Lack of 'Wahoo's (Gen)

“–And then I finished my presentation, Angel, my really good presentation, I might add, you would have been proud, I used notecards and everything. Notecards, Angel!”

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On the Stars (Gen)

I hung the stars for you.

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I See You (Gen)

Crowley sees Aziraphale in the sunrise. He sees him in the light as it graces the sky with color and warmth.

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One, Two, Three (Four) (Gen)

Each time they meet, it's like a dance.

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Big Spooky Fan, Me (Collection)

Trick or Treat! (Gen)

Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis take Warlock Trick or Treating.

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A Dark and Spooky Night (Gen)

Aziraphale and Crowley tell scary stories.

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traditions, old and new ( winter fic collection)

Traditions (Gen)

And suddenly, it’s about traditions made together.

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#good omens fanfiction #my fic

[stxvercgersslut]

The Love Of My Life

Chapter 1: Love at first sight

Description: Tony was 18 years of age when he had found out that his lasted hook up, Abbie, had gotten pregnant due to the fact that he hadn’t used protection, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to look after a child. Even if he wanted to he was still far too young to take care of a baby. Maybe he he shouldn’t take care of it? Maybe he should up and run? Leave the baby to find another parent?

Tony Stark x Daughter

Warnings: mentions of sex

Everyone in America knew about Tony even if they tried to deny it they never could. 17 year old Tony stark, son to Howard and Maria Stark, was known for his several one night stands, never the same women twice (as long as he could help it that was.)  However, Tony's incredible charm was probably one of the reasons that he most certainly always found himself in particularly difficult situations that usual almost always ended with Howard or Maria settling the problem for him. It was one of the many reasons that Tony always relied on others to fix his problems for him instead of fixing it himself. That was of course one of the many reasons that the teen had never solved a problem in his life time. 

On this very particular morning Tony had been awoken by his phone making an incredibly ear piercing noise signalling that he was getting a early phone call. “what the hell?” the teen spoke aloud to himself, still quite confused as to why someone would call him at 7:30 AM on a Saturday morning. What was even crazier to him was who was on the other end of the phone call. This was odd. “Hello? Its Tony Stark speaking. Who is this? and why are you calling me so early in the morning? could this matter not have waited until later? or maybe never? I’m quite a busy man” The teen began. His tone a lot harsher the he ad actually intended it to have been. But in the 18 year old’s defence it was way too early in the morning to even be remotely kind. Especially when he could be doing much more important things to fill his day, sleeping until late afternoon and then going out to a bar to hook up with several incredibly sexy women who he would sleep with and then never call back. That was just a part of the Stark’s life that he Thoroughly enjoyed and didn’t exactly plan on changing any time soon.

There was a small section of silence once Tony had finished speaking which lead him to believe that the person on the other end of the phone had hung up but that just wasn’t the case at all. In fact after a couple seconds they spoke “Good morning Mr Stark, I apologise for the early call but I’m afraid this can’t wait.” The women began. From the sound of her voice it was easy to tell that she was a very polite women, especially due to the words that she had chosen, But to Tony it was actually somewhat adorable for some reason. Maybe she was calling for a early morning booty call? But it was strange that she called now.

“Okay well can you please make this quick because I really just wanna go back to sleep” He rudely spoke before interrupted himself with a mighty yawn that he seemed to be holding in since he began speaking to the women on the phone 

“I once again apologise Mr Stark, I’m calling from New York hospital, my names Lucy. I was Abbie Harts nurse during her birth. Unfortunately after she had given birth earlier this morning she left, only leaving us your phone number and information telling us that you are in fact the father of her daughter. What I’m saying is that I’m afraid you're going to have to come down to the hospital” The women spoke slightly confused as she spoke, it sounded like she was actually quite shocked that Tony Stark himself was actually on the phone with her. Just from the first words that she had spoken it was clear that she happened to be a fan of Tony, not that that was hard since Tony himself had appeared in a whole lot of advertisements in magazines and sometimes he had even been the star of the front page. So it was definitely understandable that the Nurse would be a fan.

As soon as those words had left the nurses mouth Tony could have sworn that his heart had stopped for at least a couple seconds, making him drop the phone after a few more moments, it was clear that he had been shocked by this entire experience so far. It wasn’t easy for the teen, especially when he’d just found out that he could potentially be the father to this child. After around 3 more minuets of complete silence on both ends of the phone, Tony finally picked up his phone taking in an extremely deep breath, trying to fill his lungs with air, before he spoke again just letting the nurse know that he would be on his way as soon as he could actually be bothered to get out of bed. That in itself was a challenge for the 18 year old boy. No one could blame him though, the kid barely slept on a good day due to the fact that he had tests and projects to plan for at MIT. So was pretty easy to realise that he was extremely pissed that he had had to wake up so insanely early, especially due to the fact that he was used to waking up late in the afternoon.

After a long half hour of trying to force himself to actually get up and out of bed, he finally managed to get up and dressed into an old faded pink t-shirt and some slightly tighter black pants to actually try and accentuate his entire body. It was clear as day that he was putting a whole lot more effort then normal into his looks due to the fact that he was going out into public. Even if he was just going to the hospital to look at a baby that he didn’t even know existed till half an hour ago and to be completely honest he wasn’t actually sure that he even wanted this baby. Especially when this thing was most likely going to cry and shit everywhere for the first few years of its life. That was something that Tony did not want to deal with. What if it wasn’t even his and the nurse was just playing a practical joke on him? But if that was true then how did she know about Abbie? And most importantly how the hell did she get his number if it wasn’t from his last year hook up? If this was a prank then it was most certainly a very well calculated one at that.

After a whole ten minuets of putting gel into his hair to at least try make himself a little more presentable, he finally managed to grab himself an apple before exiting the house and going straight over to his fathers car. Right now he couldn’t care less about the fact that his father was most certainly going to kill him for not only taking his car, but for also getting a women pregnant. Something that his father had warned him about several times, but the teen had just batted him away explaining to Howard that there was most certainly no reason for him to worry. In fact he always wore protection. Or at least he thought he always did. Maybe he was insanely drunk when he slept with Abbie?Upon getting out of the car and entering the hospital Tony was quick to try and find the women that had gotten him up so early, taking in a deep breath in before he began to speak. Of course not bothering to listen to anything that she had to say. He just wanted to get this all said and done so he could go home and go back to sleep as quickly as physically possible. 

“Where is this child then? and do you even have any proof over then that women's word? I slept with her last year around September time if that helps?” the man spoke as he followed the nurse into a separate room with a glass window that looked into the baby nursery. He didn’t really care how his tone sounded or that he was being rude to a nurse who was only doing her job by caring for her patients.

“Ellie will bring your daughter in for you in a few moments, shes just feeding the other babies, she shouldn’t be too long. And as for the dates, I’m sorry to say but September last year is exactly 9 months before this exact date. You’re most certainly the father. However if you do in fact need more confirmation then there is the option of taking a DNA test to make sure that she really is yours” The nurse explained with a cheery smile on her face, even though she had every right to be rude back to him, she was still extremely kind and polite to him.  

As soon as Tony heard that one word letting him know what gender his child actually was. Tony had always wanted a little girl, when he was older of course, to look after and care for, maybe even pass on his own knowledge involving technology to the little girl. Okay maybe Tony was already in love with this child and he hadn’t even met her yet. But soon he’d be able to meet her not long now. “Daughter? Its a girl?” He asked soon getting the confirmation that Tony had indeed heard her correctly, The one thing that did seem to just leave Tony’s head was the fact that he would most certainly have to talk to his Father. But that didn’t even seem to cross his mind right now. All he was thinking about right now was the fact that he was about to meet the baby that may or may not be his.Tony continued to talk to the nurse with a much nicer smile on his face now as they discussed what would be happening when he finally got to meet her, considering the fact that tony couldn't actually just take the baby home. There was a process that had to be followed no matter who the man happened to be.

But after a couple more moments, Ellie, the other nurse, finally seemed to arrive, a huge smile planted on her face as she calmly moved her arms to show the gorgeous little bundle of joy that lay sleeping in her arms before she spoke. “Hello Mr Stark, this is Little Gracie. Now the mother had named her a few moments before  she left, you can still change it if you do decide to become her legal guardian but its up too you.” she explained before slowly making a gesture to allow the Stark to hold her, which of course the teenager quickly accepted almost too quickly. 

“Hello little Gracie” Tony spoke gently grazing the back of two of his fingers against the newborn’s delicate skin. watching as she seemed to squirm closer and closer into his touch forcing an even wider smile appear on the teens face. He could most certainly get used to this. Of course he had instantly fallen in love with her. This baby really was his.

#tony stark #tonystarkseries #tony stark imagine #tony stark x daughter #young tony stark #anthony edward stark #stark daughter #genius billionaire playboy philanthropist #howard stark #avengers #tony stark x #iron man #fan fictions #father x daughter #cute #avengers fanfiction #fanfiction #love #sweet #love tony stark #mr tony stank #one night stand #love of my life #happiness #hope #original; #tony stank

[goldandbluesmiles]

Vow to keep you safe

Summary: Jason is now the proud parent of a young pup. It makes him think of a few things.

"Having him with me, it's just brought up all these feelings, ya know? How much I love him, how much I would give for him and I just can't understand parents that don't feel like that, that hurt their children repeatedly,"

TW: Implied/references child abuse.

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XXX

Jason smiled as he watched Bruce throw Ismael in the air and then catch him back expertly.

The bats were the only ones trusted to throw his baby in the air like that.

Ismael. His little pup.

Jason had never intended for him.

Two years ago one of Jason's crime alley friends, Javier, had gotten sick-cancer- to the point where he was scared that his baby girl would be taken from him. Jason, finally stable with a job and a nice two-bedroom house in Old Gotham- had given him an alternative and applied for his foster license. The documents had gone thought with minimal issue, probably to do with Bruce's influence.

Six months into Javier's treatment, he had been admitted to the hospital and social services had stepped in. So little Sarah had come live with him. He had given every comfort he could think of, had taken her to see her father almost every day.

Eventually, some time had passed and Javier had gone into remission and Sarah had gone home. She still visited him and called him uncle Jay and loved playing with Lian.

On a whim, he kept renewing his license.

And then Ismael had happened. During one of his rare patrols, he had stumbled upon the little boy eating out of the trash, his small hands covered in cuts, light brown skin pale and washed out from being sick and the whole body shaking because of the cold. A closer look had shown numerous bruises on the pup's little body.

He had wrapped up the little boy and taken him to the nearest orphanages, all vetted by Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd themselves.

Some research had shown that the boy's name was Ismael Guererro, four years old omega pup. Beta mother dead and Alpha mother a drunk who barely held on to a job. A visit to Leslie's had shown numerous breaks and bruises on the small boys' body.

That night Red Hood had given in to his anger in a way Jason had promised himself he wouldn't ever again. Afterwards, he had gone to Bruce and screamed his heart out in the older Omega's arms, his dad's soothing hands carding through his hair the whole time.

"Hush Jaylad. Hush, I got you,"

After a night of much-needed comfort and tears, Jason had gotten to work. Reaching out to all his contacts he had made sure Ismael would be placed with him. Then he had called the whole pack -Artemis, Kori, Roy, Dick, and even Biz- to help him shop and get the place ready for a kid.

They had set up the room in soft yellows and bright blues while Lian and Mar'i had given their opinion, both girls ecstatic to have a little pup in the pack.

Six months later, Ismael was now a big part of their world ad he didn't he would ever be able to let the precious pup go. Every time he looked at the precious little thing, he felt his heart squeeze with a love he never thought he was capable of. Every time the little boy hugged him, he scented the little pup, giving him the sense of safety he had never had at that age. Every time the little thing curled up with him, he vowed to be the best he could ever be. For this child.

Jason also had to admit, having Ismael had given him a new perspective on Bruce. Maybe he did mean how bad he felt when he messed. Maybe he did try as hard as he could because really, Jason could not imagine not trying for this precious little life.

Having Ismael had also given him a new perspective on some other things. Things that left a sour taste in his mouth and his heart heavy with aches he thought he had long left behind.

"Hey," said Bruce, startling him out of his thoughts by sitting beside him on the couch, "A little lost there?"

"Wandering thoughts," he said with a smile as they both watched Ismael play with his action figures.

"Hmm," said Bruce, "Speaking of thoughts, has Damian said anything to you about his plans after school? Pack wise?"

"No, why?"

"I think he might want to join you and Dick," said Bruce

"Huh," said Jason, "Are you sure, B? Cause I'm pretty sure he would want o keep himself to his family pack. It's what we all thought. Did something change?"

Most kids chose to start their own packs while occasionally checking in with their family pack. When that happened, if the original members of the family pack were one or two, like Bruce, they got folded into one of their kids' packs. Or if there were more, the average being five, they just lived out their senior years together. It all depended on circumstances really.

Some kids, however, stayed with their family pack and folded their mate and kids in, happy to live with the senior members leading the pack until they were too old to. They had all thought Damian would do that. Same as Tim, because really, Tim's abandonment issues meant that he didn't want to move away from home.

And he was thinking of that again. Bruce was talking about some odd way Damian had been acting as his graduation was coming nearer but Jason wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was too busy imagining a little Ismael, a little Timmy, a little Damian, a little Ca-

"Jay. Jason," said Bruce, waving his hand in front of his face, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, sorry," he mumbled, "Lost in thought,"

"Think I can afford them?" asked Bruce and Jason smiled

"I was thinking of Ismael," Jason told him

"Yeah? What about him?"

"Having him with me, it's just brought up all these feelings, ya know? How much I love him, how much I would give for him and I just can't understand parents that don't feel like that, that hurt their children repeatedly,"

Bruce winced and Jason instantly shook his head, "Not you dad, never you. Our family isn't normal and we all messed up a lot but you tried, always tried to do the best, to be better, you fixed the mistakes you made and never made the same one twice. You learned,"

The older omega smiled and took his hand, "We can agree to disagree but okay,"

Jason smiled and laid his head on Bruce's shoulder, "I was thinking of the Drakes, of Ra's, of Cain, of Brown and-"

He chocked of for a little bit and Bruce carefully put his arms around him, "And Willis"

"Oh sweetheart," said the older omega, guiding Jason close to him until all he could smell was smoked apples and honey.

"I just don't understand it," he murmured

Jason felt Bruce sigh into his hair, "The Drakes were a sad type of people, they lived their life with a set of rules and checkboxes, never enjoying any of it and as cold as it sounds, having a son and heir was just another checkbox. Ra's might have had some heart a long time ago but there is a reason most humans aren't cut out for immortality, it makes everything seem insignificant and Ra's was much too greedy, to begin with. He had too long to cultivate that greed for power. Cain barely saw himself as a person, he definitely didn't see our Cass as one. Brown was an idiot who was never meant to be a parent. Willis was an asshole who couldn't deal with his life and used circumstances as a scapegoat while really, he was just violent,"

"But Jay?" said Bruce, "I need you to look at me and understand something,"

"What?" murmured Jason, raising his head to look at Bruce.

Bruce took Jason's face in his hands and looked him in the eye.

"Some times the only closure we have is that we will never be like them and it has to be enough. Can it be enough for you, Jay?"

Jason turned his head to look at his little pup and smiled. He imagines the future this little boy would have. The fact that he would start school now. That he would graduate and there would be an arm of people to cheer him on. He would have the choice to do whatever he pleased with his life. Most of all, he would be loved and cherished and cared for.

"Yeah," he whispered, "Yeah. It can be enough,"

"Good," said Bruce, once again pulling Jason close to him.

Noticing that his dad and grandpa were snuggling Ismael ran over, demanding cuddles too.

Laughing, Jason picked him and put him between himself and Bruce. The rest of the evening was spent just cuddling on the couch. The scents of the three omega males, smoked apples and honey, lemongrass and sweet tea, strawberries and vanilla, heavy in the air.

Jason would be better. Jason would be good. He would give this precious little boy everything he was able to.

Jason would not be like them. And that vow was enough.

#bruce wayne #Jason Todd #omegajasontoddweek #ojtw2020 #alpha/beta/omega verse #a/b/o

[lovinmullen]

the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl....... 

#god ive missed these idiots #im so glad i rewatched #im a bit scared for the rollercoaster that is the rest of the series however asjsksjks #enjoy me being an idiot #thank you to the beauties that told me how to do the keep reading thing you da best xxxx #the pacific #hbo war #eugene sledge #bill hoosier smith #lew chuckler juergens #robert leckie #sidney phillips #wilbur runner conley #john basilone

[purplexiasphinx]

The list of OC facts no one asked for...

Aya, @big-sis-neko

Insomniac

Very insecure

Has enough trauma to fill a book series if she so wished

Absolutely overprotective

A liiiiittle bit possessive

Touch-starved but hates it when strangers touch her

Trust issues through the ROOF

Might punch you if you ask her to say 'Nya'

Doesn't know how to properly date

Nightmares

Her first name means 'Flower'

Likes to draw

Constantly busy

Mean, but cares.

Very gay, and very angsty.

Somehow, she's a tsundere and a yandere all wrapped up in one cute fuzzy lil' package.

Doesn't like to drink, gets flirty when she's drunk.

Favorite color is purple, acts like it's pink solely to throw people off.

Can honestly genuinely cry at any moment

Gods help you if you grab her without warning

I won't help identify the body if you touch her ass without her permission

Owns a baseball bat, named it Lucille in honor of TWD

Favorite anime is Fairy Tail, because of Erza.

Has a mom voice, is not afraid to use it.

Will help you get your shit together while she's a complete mess

Is a hypocrite, will tell you to be healthy then eat nothing but an apple over the course of three days.

Is a whole mess

Needs someone to take care of her sometimes but refuses help

Has honestly been very disillusioned with life and humanity

Covered in scars, both physical and mental.

Hates all cat-related nicknames, has heard them all and is done.

If she flirts back consider yourself lucky

Can't stand the sight or smell of fish

Has been beaten with a fish

Why?

People suck

Average height...

Strong girl

Will fight you

Knows actual fighting techniques

Can and will probably kick your ass

Has a weakness for redheads

Done With Your Shit™

*ARACHNOPHOBIA INTENSIFIES*

Aki, @your-neko-friend

Is a brony

Hides the fact that he's a brony

Too pure for this world

Sweet baby

Knows how to fight

Is also a pacifist

Very protective

Sadness? What sadness? Nothing but smiles!

Absolutely a joyous ball of trauma and suppressed anxiety

Doesn't know when to just say 'No' or 'Stop'

Very polite

Puts everyone else above himself

Would sacrifice every chance he had at happiness to make other people happy

Does, when he has the chance

Doesn't like being treated like a child

Is a shota

Birthday is December 28th

G a y

Bless his heart

Loves flower crowns

Makes flower crowns for everyone

Smol boi

Almost 18???

How???

Baby boy-

Will make up a nickname for everyone in his contacts list and find an appropriate emoji for them but never show anyone

Wears MLP pyjamas without regret

Is actually just a really careful person

Also has no self preservation instinct

He can handle a knife, but someone keep him away from the windowless van promising candy

Has a HUGE sweet tooth

Loves cuddles

Is a big hugger

Doesn't understand romantic love

Has had a lot of boyfriends, surprisingly???

Mostly because he will NOT let someone kiss him without dating them first

It's a rule

Has never initiated a kiss

Would rather cuddle

Sensitive tail

Pls gentle

High pain tolerance, but he's got so much trauma it doesn't matter he'll fall apart anyways

Hates being called 'kitty'

Can't stand the smell of fish

Has been beaten with a fish before

Hates that he has to rely on people

Secretly a very sad boi

Positivity to the MAX

Always looks for the bright side

Will never leave someone that looks like they need help

Strong boi

Short boi (Under 5')

Very much a sub

Will purr if you pet his ears

CUTE

Lowkey a Pokèmon fan, but tends to only watch the anime.

NOT a gamer, but will play if you ask or offer.

IS CHUB

Bonus! The names in Aki's contact list (Across all RPs, cuz why not? You'll get to know the names of the other OCs he knows~)

Real name: Ash

Aki's contact for him: Ketchum 💕

*

Real name: Layz

Aki's contact for them: 🥦 (Due to drama and boi's lack of proper coping mechanisms, he'd changed the old name (Boyfriend 🥦) but hadn't taken the time to make a new nickname because he ended up crying every time.)

*

Real name: Aya

Aki's contact for her: Big Sis Aya 💮

*

Real name: Joyce

Aki's contact for him: Sweetest 🎶

*

Real name: Eli

Aki's contact for him: Darling❣

*Someone who USED TO be on Aki's contacts list...

TONY!

Aki didn't have much time when he was making the contact, so it was simply "Tony❤"

But that number is blocked now.

*Fun fact, Aki has dated/is currently dating everyone on this list besides his sister in some RP or another.

Brie, @miss-brie-phillips

Is the big gay but pretends not to be

Is very religious

Has asthma

Tries to help

Vv easily startled

Has a big crush on her coworker

Works with Aya

Refuses to ask for help

Is gay panic incarnate

Has several siblings

Constantly terrified someone will find out she's gay

Constantly terrified in general

Will cry at the drop of a hat

Not very physically strong

Or mentally

The two people she trusts most in the world are very gay

Very insecure

VERY pretty

Has only dated guys, never kissed anyone yet

Gets nauseous at the thought of being intimate with a guy

How do her parents not know she's gay yet???

Generally unhappy with her life but will pretend everything is fine

Working to afford her own place

Very devoted

Jaime, @nothereforyourbullshit

Incredibly protective

Also Done With Your Shit™

Gay as hell

Possessive of his boyfriends

Not in too big a way, but

Might just hit someone if they flirt with his guy

Plays guitar

Knows where to hide a body

Has a tattoo of a cross on the back of his neck

OCD, but has learned to live with it.

Is a killer bartender AND barista

Charismatic!

Came from a very religious family

Very aware that his closeted sister is gay but will never tell anyone, because he loves her and he knows it'll fuck up her life

Also not on the best of terms with his sister but will protect her no matter what

Rest of his family?

They'll get help if they ask, but they never would.

And he knows it

Has awful nightmares

Is a big cuddler

Hell

Physical contact is a must

Is a great cook and loves cooking for people

That is exactly why he will never be a chef

Has a LOT of fun making straight dudes question their sexuality

Won't deny it

Will not flirt with someone else if he's in a relationship

Half the time he jumps from guy to guy

His type consists of trouble

Needs someone to help him deal with his shit instead of ignoring when he clearly needs help

Probably will never get that person because he's drawn to the guys that'll fuck up his life

Has never even considered using his guitar skills as a source of income???

Bonus, a few about @maaya-kaori cuz I just realized I have nothing but my community of gays up here

Aroace

My friendzone bab!

Is a singer (Technically my Vocaloid/UTAUloid OC)

Has a sweetness that would rival Aki's

Doesn't understand flirting

Has accidentally broken so many hearts and has no idea

LOVES singing

Would never hurt anyone ever

Has played Undertale once, pacifist route start to finish, cried multiple times anyways.

Unironically believes Pokèmon is a terrible concept and teaches children to kidnap critters and force them to fight for money

Because one of her friends showed her a meme once, it was her fist time hearing of Pokèmon

Is actually only 16

#ocs #oc facts #Brie #Jaime #Aki #Aya #Kaori #very long post

[courtorderedcake]

Hallow : ch I - CSSNS 2019

Thank you for reading this, it's my baby that I have written over and over for two years now.

Countless people have given me advice, changed my way of thinking, changed the way these characters think, and given me love and support. It has been a labor of love and terror, as I have been unwilling to let myself publish this out of fear of reception. What if people hate what I have loved so long?

What if people dislike the characters I've watched grow in my own words, from two flawed characters in their own right, to two flawed characters who know their strengths and use them? Will anyone understand the idea of two unlikely and hopeless people in the worst circumstances coming together? Will the choices they make over all make sense in the greater story?

Without the people I have had cheering me on, I don't know how I could have gotten to a point where I could have asked those questions.

So this is for you, my loves. Kmomof4 for being an unending supply of positivity, even when I wanted to give up all together.

UltraLuckyCatND, for being the best, most patient, understanding, detective of context without context, punctuation machine level efficient Beta a lady could ask for. Your commentary was like waking up to Christmas presents, especially when you liked my curse words.

Shireness, Bleebug, Clockadile, Svenja, ResidentofSB, Salem, Doodle, Sherlockwhovian, K-Whump, and Hollye for always answering my off the wall questions with very little detail perfectly, and with no judgment.

To the newcomers to the Fandom who I may (definitely) stalk, and who unknowingly made me realize that this pairing can go to space, infinity, and beyond. That means you Satellites, Prof, Cyn, and Raines.

To the many others who I Tag, message, who have sent me kind words about Riptide or my Horticulture problem, those who read my crack fic(s) and didn't blacklist me from CS events, those who know I will go to bat for them, and that I know will go to bat for me, and those I know will hate this with every fiber of their being but be unwilling to say so outside of private spaces that collect dust in their stagnation.

I present, Hallow.

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"The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred & rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent.

Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King's will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time."

This is the history Princess Emma memorizes from the day she is born, paraded about and presented only with the highest protection. The palace is a cage she wishes to escape, desperately. Not careful what wishes she made, Emma discovers history is written by the victors - The Dark One has an entirely different version of the events that took place.

Rated E for explicit themes, Mature situations, and Fae fuckery.

Read on AO3 here.

Ch 1 / ??

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It started when Emma was young and mostly alone. There were very few other children in the Royal Court, let alone the palace lands. Emma had no siblings or cousins to play with either as Fae birth was rare and arduous. She had her parents when they weren’t busy appeasing some Duchy or Lord and Lady, those in the court who tolerated her, or the staff when they weren’t busy with their duties, but it wasn’t enough. Emma felt as though no one really gave her any real one-on-one attention, and with no need for a nanny (the ones nannies they had tried and she drove to madness as proof positive) in the confines of the palace, Emma roamed from room to room and hallway to hallway in search of anything to do or anyone to be with.

  Her parents loved her fiercely and she grew up knowing this; the times they spent together were wonderful. She especially loved holidays and the spare moments where her mother conjured her namesake snowflakes, or her father whistled at elk to come closer to nibble apples. Her father thrived in the sunny plains, wildflowers and crops bending to hear his whispers, winds obeying his laughing commands. Her mother preferred moonlight on branches covered in silver ice, blue birds in spring singing while red birds in winter cracked seeds in their beaks, the way water moved in gurgling streams, and the coziness of a nap in root hollows. Palace life kept them away from their special places more as Emma grew. 

  The palace of the Fae was the grandest in all the realms, or so she had read. Most of the structures were newly built after the Great War , but some pieces had been brought through a portal from the mortal realm, their stunning beauty remarkable. The palace itself was huge, sections unused but for celebrations happening only every few centuries. The main palace consisted of the kitchens, the Royal suites, the courtier suites, dining areas, library, music room, receiving rooms, the grand halls, and servants quarters. She found refuge in the kitchens occasionally, their excellent cook Granny allowing Emma to help, or on some days play with her granddaughter Ruby. They had originally played tag and made mud cakes, but Ruby's grandmother had been in such a snit after, that she punished Ruby with forbidding her to play like that again. They instead played dolls or made bead necklaces, but Granny kept a watchful eye, usually making Ruby work instead. 

  Granny said she was strict because their friendship wasn't properly sanctioned, although she had petitioned. The King and Queen had written they were to be away a few more weeks, so it was unsurprising. Promising to be careful, Granny eased off slightly, and Emma looked forward to those few hours each week as she wandered lonely halls. 

  It was in one of the older sections of the palace that she found him during her weekly wandering.

  He always answered her, no matter the time of day or night, and most importantly he was kind. He had a wiseness in his voice that as a child was soothing, as he happily watched her play with dolls or spin a hoop. 

  When she began her schooling, she read to him in passing moments. 

  “And thus, the Goblin horde released a great evil that corrupted their land and sought a host. The Goblin King was… was… Pre…” She faltered on the word. 

  “Prepared. The Goblin King was prepared,” he corrected. 

  “Thank you! The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred and rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent. The Fae Navy was culled, all but a few regiments surviving. We honor those lost to The Dark Massacre on Gray Day." Emma felt her throat tighten at the thought of the dreary holiday and its muted muslin gowns. They sat in silence for a whole day, lighting candles as those who had lost someone made their pilgrimage. Liam made a soft tutting noise when she didn't continue after a long moment. 

  "It was no matter, for the Goblin King had a special blade to command the Darkness, the Vorpal blade. Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King's will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time. Long live the Fae dil N'lans Court, long live The King and Queen dil N'lans.”

  “Lovely job Emma!” her painting whispered. 

  The name plaque below revealed his name. ‘CAPTAIN LIAM JONES, FAMILY BLACKWATER, IN MEMORIAM’ she read, tracing her fingers on the raised golden letters. He had been in the Fae Navy, the same that had their sails on display in a tapestry room. The same Navy that had sacrificed everything, her lessons making sure to remind her. She dutifully laid flowers and folded banners across stone cairns when she was trotted out at Navy remembrance events with some understanding. Death and the wars seemed to be such abstract thoughts, never having experienced them but in her studies. In fact, Emma wasn’t sure what memoriam meant in its entirety. Having a vague idea of someone being gone was the only thing she had to compare, but when she asked Liam, he told her not to worry. She trusted him and followed his advice. 

  As she grew into a woman, Emma learned what it meant, and understood his reluctance - and her own subconscious'. The painting that had been her closest confidante and holder of all her precious secrets (for example when she had stolen a plate of cinnamon pastries meant for a Lord, eating them all high up in a tower) was just that. A painting. A painting of a man that had been a captain in the Great War, until he had perished in the Dark Massacre. There was no real Liam - just an imaginary friend that kept her company until time passed and she could truly take her place among the court. 

  This realization did not stop her visits nor his wise voice in her head. She visited as often if not more than before, bitterness from stretched days of being told how to sit just so, or how to cover her glare when a noble acted like a pretentious ass in her presence seeped into her conversations. He soothed her loneliness as it leaked further into her life, and she would not part with him. 

  She told Liam about her parents. 

  How she couldn’t leave the palace without a royal escort, a dozen men accompanying her to pick a bouquet as their horses trampled the meadow, destroying the flowers. Or how she snuck down to a grotto and swam, sometimes in just a slip for the thrill of the indecency. Emma longed for any of the village children as playmates, but her royal duties, courses, and “proper decorum” (as her mother would say) kept her from any sort of real connections. Her books, all of the tales of the realms and the old world weren't enough anymore without being able to see outside of the palace, but any talk of change was ended in heated argument. She knew nothing but the safety of her palace, but how could she dare opine, and to who? Not for lack of trying or arguing - King David passed down his courage, and Queen Snow had passed down her stubbornness. Emma heard their remarks of what a combination it was every quarrel. 

  While some of the other young ladies of the court had taken suitors or begun courting, Emma was sure the result of any such thing happening to her would cause her father to go truly mad. King David had almost caused interrealm diplomatic incidents in trade with his attitudes towards certain sons of Lords that had looked at Emma too long.

  She told Liam about her tutors. 

  Ruby, a woman beyond skilled in tracking was easily her first real, and royally approved, friend. The Queen herself had allowed the girl further privileges in the palace, placing Ruby in the same decorum classes as Emma, much to Granny's delight and Ruby's dismay. Ruby made do by skipping them, a feat that Emma could never attempt. Ruby's talents were wasted on sewing, curtsies, or dancing; her quick wit and ridiculous half true stories leaving her as cunning as a wolf. She easily talked King David into letting her have a tutor position teaching Emma about snares, edible plants, and tracking game or predators. Afterwards, Granny would bake Emma and Ruby treats with their foraged items, with extra to stow around for the Court. 

  Emma adored her tutors August, a wood elf who specialized in History, and Jefferson, a pixie that taught the Arts. They had come together to the court after being married during war time and were easy to feel safe with. Jefferson could sing well enough to rival Queen Snow herself, and August gazed at him in constant adoration. While Emma studied her history quietly, August would make small wooden flowers or other creations that she would find in the music room the next day, lying on the piano or near the harpsichord. Jefferson’s prized possession was a broken and battered violin August had carved for him in the old world, the wood from the same tree as their small cabin. It was the only thing he took when they fled. 

  There was Graham, a Fae that didn’t hail from any court that Emma knew of. Although, for a princess, or any woman of the court for that matter, it was rare to use a sword, The King and Queen demanded it. Graham was easy pickings next to her father. Her father had hired him to teach her sword play, but had since made no qualms about regretting it for various reasons. Emma was sure it was due to Graham's gaze beginning to linger too long on her lips. 

  Liam had heard about her various refusals to court anyone due to her father, but when Graham brought Emma flowers at the beginning of a lesson and her father saw, he heard her rant about Graham's idiocy for hours. Now, the King stood sentry over every lesson, watching Graham sweat from swordplay with the addition of knowing that any slight flirting could end with him having to search for another job with one less arm. Emma hated that her father watched them.

  The newest member of the court was a renowned bowsmith, one Mr. Locksley, hired by the Queen to teach Emma and fuel her passion for archery. Emma had never really felt a use for it, but dutifully accepted another task to fill the hours of her days - particularly if that task was avoiding her tutor of magickal arts, decorum, and deception. Regina.

  She studied magical forces for harm with Regina, decorum, potion making, alchemy, lying, seductive disarmament (it was all in the cleavage, lewdly enough), state secrets, cryptography, political history, strategy, and trained herself against poisoning. Regina was one of her favorites to complain about. 

  “She hates me, Liam. She makes it her mission to make me feel stupid. I can’t tell you how much we go over the same things, about how my parents united the realms with their marriage, how the realms are all connected but for one, and how the Goblins are banished until their next appeal,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “How many times do I have to hear the stories about brides getting stolen or my parents sealing the Darkness? I’m the proof they were successful, that the Darkness and Goblins are sealed away! Every appeal the Goblins have made has been either a disaster or violent. Sometimes both. Nothing is going to change.”

  “Never bet against things changing, Emma,” Liam spoke in his low voice as she sat next to his painting, blowing blonde hair from her face. 

  “Now you sound like her,” Emma pouted.

l

“Good. She’s teaching you something. Education is important and so is knowing your history. Our history.” He emphasized the last words, and Emma felt a pit in her stomach. 

  “I hate that you’re right.” 

  “You wouldn’t come here and sit with me if you liked me being wrong.” She could hear a smirk in his tone, though his portrait always showed him with the same determined grimace.

  Sometimes Emma asked him about his life, on which he mostly stayed silent, his few answers vague.

  “What were you like?” she'd whispered by candlelight as snow fell one evening.

  “I loved my family and my land,” he told her, in an even reply.

  She sighed, annoyed. “Yes, but I mean, were you a good man? A good leader? Did you deserve the love you were given?”

  He was silent for a time, before speaking slowly as if with great thought.

  “Emma, you'll learn this one day. Being good is subjective. What one man may think is good, another will see as monstrous. A good man can fall into darkness, someone steeped in the farthest trenches of evil can find the strength to redeem themselves. I believe I was good.” He paused, sighing lightly. “And no man can ever tell you if he deserved the love he received. Only the one who gives it willingly can.”

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    It was bright outside as Emma walked barefoot in the grass. Ahead of her, Graham stood as stars fell from the sunlit sky like diamonds. 

  Graham offered her a bouquet as he had last autumn, filled with buttercups, lavender, tulips, baby’s breath, cone flowers, and daffodils. His hands had lingered, warm and rough, as he stepped closer to her form. Her breath caught and her heart beat faster than any swordplay could bring. He’d looked at her lips, but this time her father hadn’t taken the crook of her arm to pull her away. This time, he stepped in closer, a hand cupping her chin as he led her to his lips and -

  A hard smack of a book against her head pulled her out of her dream.

  “Princess Emma.” Regina’s clipped tones were unmistakably irritated, even more so than usual. “Since you are so keen on paying attention, I suppose you’ve memorized the realms and their unique histories regarding our own?”

  Emma sighed. No luck, she was still with Regina, still trying to fend off her parents’ worry as the Goblin appeal moved closer. 

  “I’m sorry Regina.”

  “You should be. The King and Queen have been up for days now preparing for the upcoming appeal, and the judgement of the realms. Do you think anyone but you are taking having Goblins in our realm lightly? Or that having the Royalty of the United Realms here will be easy?” She glowered at Emma, and Emma squirmed in her chair. 

  “No I don’t, but I am ready to finally be apart of something more -”

  “Princess, this meeting is more important than you will ever know. The outcome of this will change everything for you. You've been too young for the last three, and this one is more important than ever.” Regina smacked the book down on Emma’s table. “Recite.”

  “And thusly, the accord was struck. The Darkness sealed in the old palace. The Goblins may appeal their desire for peace every 250 years in the service of a fully seated council. Regardless of the appeal’s outcome, trade will continue between realms, and the Goblin kingdom will present Dwarves with the iron they need to forge what Fae cannot, to mine Pixie Dust crystals for the Fae realms.” Emma recited from memory. She winced at the thought of iron. She couldn’t imagine how painful the burns would be, and envied Dwarves for their ability to work with it.

  Regina smiled. “Good. Continue.” She paced, opening a fan to provide a breeze for herself. The Baroque style was her favorite to wear, deep cut necklines and a fan her go to wardrobe choice any time visitors were in the palace. 

  “This trade must occur, or the Forge of Seven will cease to enchant the tools to extract dust and Pixie dust will be unable to be cultivated for the stability of the realms portals, shields, and wards,” she intoned. 

  “And?” Regina asked, extending her fan. 

  “Which in turn could let the Darkness, hidden somewhere in the realms free, destroy the realms, or allow banished Fae in, creating turmoil in the face of thousands of years of peace.” Emma finished, and looked up, still indifferent. 

  “Alright. Now off to your music lesson. You’ll be playing for guests in the Blue Parlor.” Regina’s face had gone back to its normal dour expression and she shooed Emma off.

  Emma hated visitors, never knowing when she would run into a dignitary, ambassador, or royal who expected her to hold conversation; or, as she was now, never knowing when she would be forced to entertain. Her parents’ worries had become an itch under her skin. No one believed she was ready for the Appeal. Admittedly, her decorum was… at best, icy. None of the Royals or courtiers were terribly interesting, content to discuss trade or gossip. Whenever possible, she bucked formality and toed the line with rules she thought were preposterous. Rituals and traditions she found unfavorable were done robotically and with constant sarcasm or little joy. Her reputation as a beautiful and quiet princess was paired with warnings of her lethal verbiage, and unwavering disdain for the older laws in Fae culture, leaving her circle of courtiers almost entirely closed. Those that sought her favor were quickly shot down, and those that persisted played on the razor-sharp edge of the Princess's amusement. Emma wanted more. 

  She still visited Liam, even with the visitors milling around. His wing was dusted and set up for the lower courtiers who would not arrive until the appeal was in motion, which made it relatively safe. They wouldn’t be here for another few days. 

  “See this?” she said, pointing to a picture in the book she found in the library. She showed him a picture of a bear. “They’re tiny in the old land and they can’t talk well. Have you been there? Or to any of the other realms?”

  He didn’t answer, only made a humming noise of amusement.

  “I just… I want to see everything.” She closed the book, tracing its peeling leather binding. “Liam, can I tell you something?”

  “Of course.”

  She sighed, letting her head knock back against the stone. “I don’t want to rule.”

  “It’s your duty, it isn’t a matter of want,” he said after a moment. He almost sounded wistful. 

  “I know, but…” She looked up at the frame of his painting, trying to pretend that for just a moment the expectation of her birthright wasn’t a duty. “I just wish I’d had a chance to see anything. To do anything. To change things, and not sit rigidly until someone decides I can take my place in step with the set tread. I am going to be three thousand years old before I’ve even been kissed at this rate.” She thunked her head against the stone again. “I just want to know what the world has to offer before ruling it.”

  “The world outside these walls isn’t everything. It’s good and bad, and a lot of in between.” His words were slow, and tired sounding. “Not everything is always going to be this way, no matter how much things seem to stay the same. Even you. Change can sneak up on you in an instant, Princess. You may find in time, the throne seems less like a cage and more like its own pair of wings.”

  “I suppose you’re right.” She gathered up her books, heading back to her chambers. “I’ll see you after the appeal.”

  She didn’t hear a reply.

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    “Emma!” Her mother sounded so surprised to see her, having only spoken in passing for weeks now. “Oh, Emma, you look beautiful.” 

  Emma sighed, the white dress beautiful on her frame. She fidgeted, and heard the seamstress hiss before a pin poked her thigh.

  “Ow!”

  “Sorry, Highness. Just, please stop moving -”

    Emma huffed, uncomfortable. The appeal was starting soon and today had been a blur of misery. Her mother had managed to take time to see her here, and soon they’d walk to join her father in a greeting line. They’d greet the realms in order, lastly welcoming the Goblin envoy to their appeal, beginning the proceedings. This was the most important event she would have to attend at her station, her role heavy on her mind. All day she’d been puffed and preened, Regina had quizzed her for hours as she endured an ungodly amount of undergarments tied onto her. 

  “There. You look stunning, Highness.” 

  Emma looked in the mirror, and surveyed herself. Her hair was long and curled, white flowers and baby’s breath braided in a complex style along her crown, pieces pulled in loose waves that traveled down her back. The dress was fitted, the sharp square cut of the neckline made softer by the long lace sleeves falling about her wrists and a flare at the waist where layers upon layers of lace had been placed over traditional formal skirts. An over corset in the same white lace, pulled far too tight for her liking, finished the dress along with a train that fell behind which was only slightly less annoying. 

  It was another reminder that it was for no one. She was a naive, protected princess who would have a match picked for her one day. Emma sighed. 

  “Emma, you look radiant. Just beautiful,” her mother gushed, helping her off the seamstress’s pedestal. Emma's satin slippers made no noise on the stone floor. Another reminder that she was barely here at all, an ornament in an ongoing display. 

  “Thanks.” She took a step, and to only further her annoyance, realized she’d have to hold up her skirts as she walked if she wasn’t to trip down a set of stairs. Emma huffed, but when her mother's head snapped up, she hid it behind a cough. 

  “Are you ready for this?” Snow asked her, eyes gentle. Emma nodded, all emotions buried deep. ”Good. You’ll be fine.” She led Emma down the hallway, her father joining on her other elbow with a small, tired smile. It didn’t reach his eyes.

  “There you are,” he whispered. “The two most beautiful women in all the realms.” Emma couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks, even if it was only her father saying it for kindness. She'd always been closer to him and his sunny disposition, finding comfort in his dismissal of the Royal Court’s norms. Lately, he chafed at her brisk dismissals, requests for freedom, and soured attitude regarding her duties; but today, it had been made abundantly clear, was about peace. 

  He held the rigid posture and thin lipped smile that the weight his title demanded. Emma looked down at her slippers. The beading caught the light as they stepped into the chamber where a procession of their courtiers awaited. Everyone was dressed in their most garish finery, most chatting quietly amongst themselves. August and Jefferson were quarreling over if they looked too matched, August assuring his jittery husband that they looked fine and shooting a wink towards Emma. 

  Ruby was talking animatedly with the others her age, telling tales as she often did to spook the courtiers. 

  “Watch the Goblins… they'll take you as a bride if you aren't careful! They make you drink their blood and you get married in the dark all alone, no one to hear your -”

  “Screams!” Graham jumped from behind them, causing several shrieks while he and Ruby laughed. Emma felt a flare of jealousy, not realizing Ruby and Graham had grown so close. It wasn't surprising, her docket had been full of late, and they were allowed more free time. They were allowed fun, and rendezvous, no chaperone or appointments to keep. Taking a breath, jealousy joined the other feelings that were neatly bottled away within and concealed. 

  Regina stood apart, giving orders to several servants with Granny, confirming finishing touches and coordinating various tasks to solve anything that had gone amiss. Emma watched in bemusement as her archery instructor Locksley tried to gain a moment of her time to give her a rose for her hair, only to be ignored. He'd gone to tap her on the shoulder, only to have her scowling form round on him.

  Emma didn't hear their conversation, but giggled, her parents both shooting her a look. She stifled it quickly.

  With a clearing of her throat, Snow called the court to order.

  “To another peaceful Appeal, and to the realms!” Snow proclaimed.  

  The court echoed her, their voices carrying as they led the procession to the meeting hall, where royalty and representatives were arriving.

  There, guards on either side of the archway leading to the Receiving Hall and Grand Reception beat their staves to grab attention. The hall hushed into quiet anticipation. The Receiving Hall steps had been decorated with a plush purple runner, covered in luminous dust and moon flower petals, white flamed chandeliers making the polished marble floor gleam like bone in contrast. As her parents were announced, Emma swallowed the stone in her stomach as she stepped forward when her turn arrived. 

  “Princess Emma Swan N’Lan.” After a pause for bows, the guards used their staves to make three more echoing beats. “All may rise, and proceed to greet the Royal family.”

  The procession that made its way to them was led first by their close kin, other Fae that held themselves to the Royal family's rule. Wood and Dark Fae greeted Emma with excitement, the latter in silvery clothes and kohl, the former in soft silk the color of autumn leaves. Pixies joined them shortly after, the rainbow of colors in their clothing shimmering only when hit by the light, reminding Emma of a beetle’s shell. 

  The Dwarves came next, short and full of pride, jewels and ribbon braided through their long beards or coiffed hair. Many of them offered rings or jewelry to Emma or her mother, but protocol dictated she must decline as to not show favor, much to her dismay. Her mother wore a Dwarf fashioned tiara, and snuck in rings or jewels regardless of perception, but she showed favor to most - on the surface, at least. 

  Their other close kin, the Elves, followed after. Tall, prideful, and very reclusive, they kept to themselves in a strict caste system. Emma had heard her father bemoan their interactions, calling them snobby and boring. Emma only thought they were beautiful, even without the ability to bend magic without a wand or channeling tool. They also could have children easier, which led to being reclusive in the first place, and the restrictive caste system leading to strong, ‘pure’ genes. Emma found that less beautiful, often decrying it to Regina in heated debate. 

  The elementals that followed next were thin, tall, robed Fae, in a rainbow of colors and swathed in a myriad of shimmering auras that corresponded with their element. Shape-shifters, they were a delight to the eye to behold. Dark brown or moss-green elementals stood tall as trees, root and vines or wildflowers climbing their skinny limbs. The few silver or albino wore halos of moon flower on antlers, glowing faintly under the chandeliers. A few simply looked human, wearing court finery that was barely distinguishable between Emma's own. 

  Their queen came last, a tall Hol blessed with the ancient curse of elemental enlightening, followed by her attendees that carried the same heavy gift. Snow had told Emma many times that it was these touched souls that had granted Emma her light magic, as it was written in their culture that her birth heralded a cosmic shift in balance after the war. They were a neutral party, never fighting unless the balance of the world had leaned, seeing all that could be and all that wasn't at once. Many of them traveled through time and the pocket realms to maintain the magic there, and prevent passage with unsanctioned portals or magic. Whatever side the scale tipped to in the end, they would find itself an ally in the Elementals. 

  In an absurd twist, one of the younger of the Elementals had been appointed to Emma for a small amount of time. He had measured her magic, disconcerting at first due to his brilliance and his shifted appearance of a young child. Named Henry, the Elemental turned out to be mischievous, making plans with code names, and reviving Emma's love of pranks. After she was chastised soundly for 'Operation Cricket', the Duke terrified to open his closet to retrieve his trousers, their friendship had been mitigated. They had been cordial, but Regina had loved having a child (even just in appearance) around the palace again, and took over separating them from each other. For to short a while it was like having a sibling. Henry had chosen another form since then, no longer a child but a man. He gave a sly wave and Emma winked at him. 

  The Seafolk (Sirens, Naiads, Mermaids and Nymphs) followed after, many wearing charms that allowed them to walk on land or suspending themselves in water. Emma shook hands with a curious crimson haired Mermaid princess encased in salt water, King David watching them amusedly as he spoke to the King of the Seafolk. The Anisapi tensed, but said nothing in that regard. There had been a long fight between the two races over the treatment of a race cast out by the war. Regina made it clear that Emma should know as little as possible about the entire sordid debacle, as not to ever show favor to either the Anisapi or the Seafolk. Any excuse to escape a lesson seemed good enough. 

  The procession finally ended, the court taking a reception with the different realms as they awaited the Goblins. Emma felt exhausted, her cheeks aching from the fake smile she had been wearing. An Anisapi approached her, a tall monkey with golden fur and large brown eyes in a dark emerald waistcoat. He spoke for several minutes during which she nodded politely and enthusiastically, until his paw had found its way into her hair, and his reedy voice had lowered. 

  An Anisapi female hurried over, another monkey with green ribbons braided in her reddish, bristling fur. She pulled the Lord away with multiple apologies and platitudes, and Emma composed herself. Anisapi were rarely so forward. Being primarily Fae and animal, they were trickster spirits yes, but not to their kin. Their Vizier, Pann, lounged on a chaise in his velveteen emerald vest coat, his goat haunches twitching as one of his satyr attendant boys fed him grapes. He gave Emma a saucy wink before pouring wine down his throat. 

  Emma marched over his way, shooting glares at giggling fans and satyrs that Pann kept in his clutch, their self placed moniker of Lost Boys disconcerting at almost a millennia old. The court whispered rumors about him being a treatise breaker, but her parents had never caught him and had only pleasant dealings to speak of. Many still swore that he broke their laws with flagrant disregard, returning to the human world with impunity. Some even said he had a realm of his own, a terrible lair of horrors beyond imagination, called ‘Neverland’.

  Emma was unfrightened. The Anisapi leader, Heston, was a wise and honorable Anisapi; one of the last true forest Gods of the old world. He was ancient, but very brave and incredibly strong, a boar the color of a thundercloud, tusks long and unforgivingly sharp. Pann stood no chance against him, even with deceit and trickery. 

  “Do you mind Pann? Drinking before we begin seems -”

  Pann snorted, arrogantly and without conceit. His snide tone reminded her of the trail a slug left, sticking to her skin like autumn leaves after rainfall. “Princess, I know you'd normally be in bed by now with a glass of milk, but wine is how some of us get these droll events over with. It's not like we can ritualistically disembowel a human anymore for fun.”

  When her eyes widened and she gasped, he let out a loud guffaw echoed by his tittering following. 

  “Oh, Emma. Do calm down, we never did that at political events.” When Emma let out an indignant sniff, and whirled to turn away from him, she heard his snide reply call from behind her. “That was only on the solstices, darling.” More laughs came from behind her. 

  Stomping away, Emma retreated to a window to get away from the growing din of the excited crowd. She gazed out a window, waiting for the Goblins to appear at the castle gates. The sound of a throat clearing caught her attention, and she turned to look at a scaled man, green and gold mottled pale skin, topped with a shaggy head of brown hair mixed with eagle feathers. The Goblin, or half Goblin, had one brown eye and one reptilian gold, his teeth and nails sharp. Emma stood taller. 

  “I'm so sorry, good sir. I was unaware the Goblins had arrived and I beg pardon.” Emma curtsied, bending low. The man chuckled throatily. 

  “You must be Princess Emma. Your beauty becomes you, a truly beautiful woman and Fae." Emma blushed, the compliment so direct and forward, but within convention. The Goblin was well mannered, and it caught her unaware. 

  "I am, yes." Raising her head, she gave her hand for him to kiss, surprised by the delicate way he held it. His palms were a mix of soft and scaled smoothness, a long claw scraping along her wrist sending a chill across her skin. Emma pulled away harshly, his eyes narrowing in a way that made her feel increasingly uncomfortable. "Who do I have the pleasure of addressing, with and without such formality?" 

  "I am Prince Nil of the Goblins, it is my pleasure to see you ripe. I have heard that we are both kindred spirits who push at formality and it's bindings. Is this true, beautiful one?” He gave a small bow, his words and the way he leered made Emma's skin crawl. His tongue flicked out, long and shinily wet, unmistakably forked as he licked his lips with not only far too much suggestion and luridness. Emma took a step back in spite of herself. 

  “I'd have you remember yourself, my Prince. It is… It is unbecoming for me to listen to or respond to such lewd language even given as a token of flattery. I beg of you to be less coarse.” Focusing with all she could muster of Regina's teachings, she glared pure ice. 

  “Ah, but it is me who must beg in your court.” He pinned her to the glass, his breath hot against her skin. Dragging a nail down from her ear to her neck, he grinned lavisciously. “In my own kingdom, I would not. I'd have you without treatise, without meetings, without conversations over diplomacy. Goblins take what they want. Formality has no place in true law.” 

  “Luckily for the both of us then, that I have a voice here to say no. I would keep my diplomacy and any other manner of dignity.” Emma ducked out from under his arm, eyes steely. “Good day, Pri-”

  He snarled, harshly pulling her arm and yanking it with violent force. Emma let out a yelp but his hand clapped on her mouth as he pulled her head back by her hair. 

  “You do not dismiss me, you pompous Fae wench. I dismiss you. You are beneath me, a tool for a greater cause. I dismiss you, and in the underground, bitches like you have no voice." She bit at his hand, and the hiss that escaped his serpent mouth not in pain but something darker. Emma struggled, but his long fingers pushed against her tongue sharply, the sharp movements making her gag. "You are such a prize, my golden treasure, I will have you as mine."

  Nil's breath was hot on her neck, withdrawing his fingers alshe took a gasp of air as he wiped them on her bodice, groping there, her embarrassment and rage at his lewdness finally snapping her out of surprise. 

  "Let go of me, you weasel swallowing, ill mannered, swine tongued -" Emma punched and kicked, his hand falling from her hair as she pushed Nil away. He caught her arm in mid blow, twisting to spin her into him, his front against her back so that she had to feel his body. He smelled like mildew, soil, garlic, and Emma gagged again. 

  The prince chuckled at her reaction, rubbing against her in a rolling motion that pushed him against her in ways left for a marriage bed. "We take them, just like we take our women, and that goes without questioning. Remember that Princess. I have a feeling you'll find it ever so important in your formalities .”

  All etiquette fled her mind as she fought, trying to get away from the nightmarish creature. With an ungrateful twist, he wrenched her back further, grinding his pelvis against her lewdly before throwing her to the ground. Emma hissed up at his face, but Ruby and Graham interrupted them as the Goblin prince turned away, happily striding back to the party. Ruby ran to Emma's side, immediately worried. 

  “Emma, are you alright?” Ruby whispered, and Graham looked her over before glaring in the direction of the Goblin. 

  “Emma, did he -” Graham started, but Emma pushed herself up and shook her head with her best regal smile. 

  “I'm fine. Go back to the party, I'll speak with my parents about this. Don't worry, and no mention of this, it'll be fine.” Emma watched the two exchange worried glances, but they bowed and made their way back to the party with a few quick looks back. Emma let her face fall, chewing her lip. So much for everything going smoothly. 

  Hurrying to talk to her parents, she could hear their raised voices from the council chambers far before she entered, the council in place early by a quarter hour at least. Something was very wrong as a heated discussion was taking place. 

  “Absolutely not, Gold. We haven't considered it for various reasons, and feel maybe in the next couple centuries -”

  “You're acting as if it will be a choice when it's clearly a demonstration of unity, strength, and power, bringing the realms together finally -”

  An Elf spoke, “If that is the case, all kingdoms and realms should have claim, and a chance to give their dowry, not just you,” she cleaned her fingernails, bored. “Although it is a beneficial union.”

  “My daughter has a choice in this!” her father hissed, and a few nobles laughed before realizing that it was not a joke. “She is a grown woman, and has made it clear she is not ready for -”

  “I'm not ready for what?” Emma said, fury set in her resolved face. She walked towards her empty seat, her mother looking at her warningly, and her father looking ashamed and apologetic. “I believe that at last time I checked, I did have my own voice,” shooting a perfunctory glare at those who had laughed, she continued, “and I definitely have the power of choice.”

  Her father sighed and started to speak before the Goblin cut him off, his voice registering as the man her father had called Gold. Rumplestiltskin Gold of the Gold bloodline, King of the Goblins. 

  “Princess Emma, my son and I have requested your hand in marriage to unite our kingdoms.” He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes and looked unnatural on his face. Emma stared at him, the taste of unsaid truths pouring off of him. This was not an ally. Something was wrong. “My son is taken with you, and begs of me to modernize. We -”

  “Your son accosted me earlier, Your Majesty.” Gasps went around the table, the nobles shifting uncomfortably. Emma heard a dulled bang from far off, but ignored her parents exchange of looks. “And I am not some trophy to be won or pet to be caged. I am afraid that I will be declining your offer, even with the well deserved belief of modernization raised. I may be an outspoken critic of the way we go about our traditions, laws, and rituals, but I am also an outspoken critic of throwing them and decency out the window.”

  “Well.” The scaled man slumped his shoulders and looked down, greasy strands of his stringy hair covering his face. “That is bad news then. I'm sorry to hear it.”

  Snow moved subtly and slowly in Emma's peripheral as her father tensed. The Goblin King began to laugh, a strange giggling thing that shook his shoulders. Emma took a step back as he looked up, eyes full of impish glee and a true, sharp toothed smile on his face. 

  “I thought we might be able to do things the easy way, Dearie.” He cocked his head with that too large reptilian grin, and chaos rained down on the room. Powder exploded in different shades, guards leapt up while magic shot past from hands, wands, staves and who knew what else. Emma was transfixed until her mother yanked her through a wall panel and into a dark corridor. 

  “Mom, what -”

  “Emma, hush. Listen, we're under attack and I… They're targeting you, alright? It isn't safe for us here. It's not safe for you.” Pushing open a loose tile, they dropped into a small closet as Snow raised a finger to her lips. Moving the tile back into place, she slid another panel open revealing more stairs that they used in haste. Catching their breath, Snow caressed Emma's cheek. “I need you to be braver than you've ever been, and more cunning than ever before. Your life depends on it; everyone's lives depend on it.” 

  They moved through the walls, her mother sometimes stopping to peer through a portrait as Goblins flooded the palace, iron weapons in hand. Other times her mother would open a passage for them to run through into another path, full of winding tunnels, spiraling staircases, and peepholes Emma had never known about, circling deep into the castle's depths. 

  They eventually reached a latched door that dropped into a crawlspace, both dropping down before coming up to stand in a windowless room the size of a larder. A small box rested on a lone shelf, and The Queen held it gingerly. Opening the lid, she pulled out a silver chain with a jagged piece of steel at its end, putting it over Emma's head where it lay coolly against her warm skin. Emma examined it carefully, noting the pointed end looked like either a sword tip or an arrowhead. 

  “Mom, What is this? Where are we going -”

  “There's so much I don't have time to explain, and so much we tried to protect you from, Emma. I regret it now, but we don't have time to get into that either.” Her mother was crying, digging at the tiles on the floor that revealed a deep, dark, stairwell into rock hewn walls. “That's a piece of an ancient blade, the Vorpal blade, used to control the Darkness that tried to destroy everything in all worlds. It wanted, no, wants to cover everything in shadow, in pitch, and your father and I destroyed the blade with our love… and you. You're the purest light this world has ever known. With this shard, the Darkness cannot hurt you. We’ve kept you away from everything to keep it so, and now you are the only one who can fix what we couldn't.”

  “I don't understand, what do I need to fix? What do I have to do?” Emma whispered. Her mother looked at her pleadingly as the wall in front of them began to shake. 

  “The Darkness had taken a vessel, and we… We decided that it deserved a chance, just like the Goblins. Your father and I tried, but it… He… He can't be redeemed, he can't see beyond his revenge. He's too dangerous, too dangerous to ever let out, until now. You have to seek his help, and not fall for his tricks, his offered deals, or his diversions, and then destroy him. You were born to destroy the Darkness and save us.”

  The wall cracked, splintering. Her mother kissed her forehead and guided her down the stairs in front of her, pushing Emma into the murk of what lay below. 

  “I still don't know what -”

  “I'm sorry, Emma. You are so strong, and so powerful. We are so proud of you, and believe in you. You are our daughter, our goodness, and love, and everything we've ever dreamed of you being. Go. Go and be safe.”

  Letting go of Emma and pushing the tiles back in place, Emma called for her mother but stopped when she heard the outer wall splinter as her mother screamed. 

  “Snow… I tried -” Her father's voice, ending in a gurgling wet rasp. 

  “Quiet now, King David. Wouldn't want me to cut out your charming larynx in front of your wife, all because you were trying to play hero.” Gold’s voice, laughter mixing with his son's who was somewhere nearby. 

  “Don't hurt him. Please. You have our willingness to comply with whatever demands you make,” Snow said calmly. “I just ask you to please, let my husband and daughter go.”

  “Your daughter? She's with you, you had her with you -”

  “We lost each other when we came across some guards,” Snow raised her voice, convincingly selling the tale of her missing daughter. “She was supposed to hide. I told her to hide, and I would -”

  “My concern involves finding your daughter, and the missing piece of the Vorpal blade I have in my possession. Find the princess. I want a true unification of the realms to begin as soon as possible, and everyone will suffer until I get my way,” Gold seethed. Emma held her breath as she heard footsteps move away. Quietly, she moved down the dark stairs into the damp underbelly of the caves to see what awaited her below her home. 

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A Flight of Fancy -2-  (Black!Batmom)

A/N I meant to have this out earlier but I got sick and other parts of life happened. Thank you @faralasunita for requesting this!

“Sorry!” You say quickly and slap a hand over your mouth.

The room had gone quiet at your slip of the tongue. Was there a time when you were even capable of having a normal day? Why did it seem like every time something was going well you ruined it? Maybe, if you were lucky, you could get Kenya to take the attention off of you and you could go hide in the bathroom until the end of the day.

 An amused chuckle causes a pause in your self-deprecating thoughts. You look up to meet those stunning blue eyes again and he gives you another warm smile.

 “I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to ask you a question.”

 The apology seems to soothe the ruffled feathers in the room as the quiet mutterings of business conversations begin to pick up again.

Your shoulders relax when the attention is turned off of you and you take a deep breath to try and center yourself.

 Sure, he’s a famous billionaire that owns half of the city that your live in, but you’re the tech expert here, right? What is there to be afraid of?

 “Um, what would you like to know, sir?”

 His shoulders stiffen slightly when you call him sir and by the amused light in his eyes you can tell that he’s trying not to laugh at your formality. Trying your best not fold back into your shy shell, you use his apparent friendliness as a crutch to calm yourself. After all, he clearly had no problem with your profanity, maybe he wasn’t like the others that Kenya worked with.

 “I was looking over the deigns I was sent and I wanted to be clear before I made any assumptions, but your prototype can make new muscle tissue.”

 “Actually, it just stimulates the cells in your body to promote rapid regeneration. And it works on damaged skin too.”

 “Really?” He muses and for a quick moment his eyes seem far away. “And what about muscle and cartilage that is already gone?”

 “Gone? Like due to injury or just time?” You ask.

 “Both.”

 “Muscle shouldn’t be a problem. But cartilage would be harder especially if its ‘gone.’ But it would be still possible to rebuild it. That’s what I programmed the A.I. for.”

 “Oh?”

 “Theoretically the A.I. should detect the type of degradation and the best type of treatment for each unique case. It also can target areas that are susceptible to the same type of degradation and reinforce those areas to slow and prevent it.”

 “That’s a lot for a prototype.”

 “I suppose,” you say slightly embarrassed. “I was just brought on not too long ago and the team that had already been working on the design had done such a good job I wanted to give them as good I got.”

 He looks like he wants to ask you another question but he hesitates as his hand dips into his pocket. He pulls out a sleek black phone and looks at the screen. His eyes narrow in annoyance before he flashes apologetic eyes back at you.

 “I’m sorry but it seems that I’m need elsewhere. Do you have a card?”

 “A card?” You question dumbly. “I-”

 A warm hand secures itself on your shoulder as a slender body press against yours. Discreetly, you feel the familiar texture of a business card press into your free hand.

 “Yes, I do,” you say almost mechanically as you extend the hand out toward the man.

 Another amused look passes over his face as he locks eyes with not only you but the cunning woman hovering over your shoulder. You’re more than confident that Kenya has set this up somehow.

 “It was a pleasure meeting you,” he says smoothly. “I’ll be in touch.”

 He turned and quickly exited the room, having to turn broad shoulders to make sure that he didn’t hit the doors on the way out. As he left, the pressure in the room seemed to dissipate, and so did the nervousness in your belly.

 “Good job girlie,” Is coyly whispered in your ear.

 A shiver runs down your back as a feeling of dread washes over you. Why did it feel like you had just gotten caught up into one of Kenya’s schemes?

 ***

“Are you okay?”

 The question comes as you swallow thickly, throat still tight with nerves.

 “That was a set up wasn’t it?” You ask, cheeks still warm.

 Kenya looks at you with a raised eyebrow and scrunches her nose up, “Of course it was. You think Bruce Wayne was there by accident?”

 The woman circles her smoothie and takes a sip from the large straw, “We’ve been trying to bait him to invest for months. And here you come, a cute bundle of tech-savvy know-it-all. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the moment he saw you.”

 “Why me?” You question; it comes out as almost a whine.

 “The research says-”

 “Research?” You question with a questioning eyebrow. “Research on what?”

 “The research I had Max do on Wayne of course,” She said looking at you strangely. “You think I go into anything unprepared?”

 “Okay but what do I have to do with anything?”

 “Aside from the fact that he has bad habits when it comes to pretty girls?” She asks rhetorically. “Everyone I’ve ever talked to about doing business with Wayne says that he’s more interested in the shit he’s buying than the actual business behind it.”

 “What does that mean?” You question.

 “He’ll buy the most experimental tech even its just the designs to it, and he pays big too. And it seems like he’s not even worried about what kind of kickback that he gets on it. Half the stuff he buys you never hear about again. He’s like some kind of hoarder.”

 “You must be hoping that he’s going to make you a lot of money.”

 “I’m hoping that you both will,” She says with a smirk crossing her arms around her chest.

 “Both?”

 “He buys the design; the prototype and you build and program it. I’ll negotiate a 60-40 split and make partner in under a year by bringing the most lucrative contract to the company in the past twenty years.”

 “But you just said that he never even the develops the designs that he buys? How am I supposed to get him to build it?”

 “Like I said I do my research,” she said throwing an apple slice in her mouth. “Again, he doesn’t buy things because he thinks they’ll be successful. I’m betting he’s one of those ‘I believe in the inventor’ types. You know, that type of person that’s just more excited to see someone get their shot than they are worried if they’ll be successful. All you gotta do is bat those big eyes at him and tell how this your dream and I’m sure he’ll let you build it.”

 “I feel like you’re making this simpler than it actually is,” you say skeptically. “For one thing, you know I’m not a good liar. And I don’t really want to sound like a jerk, but this project isn’t really one that I care about.”

 “But the A.I. part is,” Kenya corrects smoothly. “I didn’t say that you need to be excited about the whole thing just part of it. It should be enough to get you in there and make him think you’re genuine.”

 “There’s another problem,” You comment with a heavy sigh. “If I look at him, my mouth feels like it’s full of cotton, I can barely talk to him.”

 Kenya let’s out a sigh of her own, but its tinged with annoyance and heavily irritated brown eyes, “This is business, you’re going to have to get over that. I need you to, you need you to. I’ve given you this cushy job and I need you to pay me back. I’m not asking you to engage with him like you guys are friends. All I want you to do is use that big brain of yours.”

 You have to avert your gaze from the intensity of her eyes, but you can’t escape the slightly accusatory tone in her voice. You know she doesn’t mean it, that it’s just part of her way. And she is right, in some ways you do owe her. A part of you knew that she wouldn’t be asking you to do this if she was confident enough that she would be able to close the deal herself. It most likely bothered her that she wasn’t enough to do it by herself. An aggressively independent spirit like Kenya’s more likely to be harder on herself than she would be on others.

 “All right,” you relent.

 “Good,” she said with a satisfied smile. “You’re going to need to by that phone of yours. You never know when he'll call."

 ***

 It was imposing; the dark screen of your sleeping phone. It had been two days. And Bruce Wayne still hadn't called. Kenya's ominous warning that he could called anytime hung of your head. For hours would spend your time thinking about how you would answer the phone.

 Obviously, he knew he would be calling you, but that didn't mean you shouldn't answer the phone professionally, right? But he didn't seem like that type of person, and if Kenya was right, he probably wouldn't have been responsive to something robotic.

 'Be Cool'

 That's probably the essence that you needed to embody in order to talk to him. To talk to anybody. If you had Kenya or Jo Jo's cool demeanor getting through the everyday struggles of the world might have been easier.

 'Ugh I shouldn't have taken this job.'

 Just as the thought runs across your mind your phone begins to vibrate. The black screen suddenly coming alive and flashing a familiar name soothes your anxiety slightly.

 "Ari," you whine answering the phone. "You know this is a crucial time for me. You got my heart going for no reason."

 "Oh, he hasn't called yet," she says with a pop of her lips.

 "Is that why you're calling?"

 "Well, yeah," she says honestly. You could see her shrugging her small shoulders. "One of my best friends is going on a date with a hot rich guy. Am I not supposed to be excited about that?"

 "Date?" You question confusedly, nose scrunching at the insinuation. "Where did you get that from?"

 "Oh, come on." she says slightly exasperated. "You can't be that naive. You know he's slept through more than half this town, right?"

 "And what does that have to do with me?"

 "So, you mean you aren't getting pimped out by Kenya and her bosses?"

 "Pimped out!" You say with more than a little bit of anger in your tone. "She wouldn't do something like that."

 "Please, you're playing yourself, baby girl," Ari says with a chuckle. "She'd sell her soul if it meant she could get a promotion, you know that."

 "I'm not being sold to anyone!" You argue. "It's part of my responsibility on this project to convince people to buy it."

 "And it's part of Kenya's job to know how to lure in those people. Tell me that she didn't mention your looks once when guys talked."

 You grow silent, remembering the conversation from two days ago. She had made mention of people thinking you were pretty. But that was just to butter you up wasn't it?

 "Ooo she did, didn't she?" Ari asks slyly when you don't answer after a few moments.

 "It's not like that," you say somewhat weakly.

 "You're right," Ari relents slightly, but the smug tone is still clear in her voice. "Maybe you can get what you need with your brain, that doesn't mean you're not going to be-"

 A beep cuts her off mid-sentence. You pull the phone away from your ear and look at the phone. An unknown number was flashing across the screen and your heart plummeted to your stomach. This was him; you know it was.

 “I gotta go,” you mumble.

 “Tell me how it goes,” She coos knowingly.

 The phone line clicks, and with a shaky breath you answer the phone.

 “Hello?” You ask nervously.

 “Hello, have I reached the A.I. project manager for Warner and Bobbitt's?”

 Your heart flutters slightly in relief, it’s not him.

 “Yes, this is she,” You respond slightly more confidently than you were before.

 “I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Wayne of Wayne enterprises, in an attempt to set up and appointment.”

 ***

The Wayne Enterprises building was intimidating enough from the outside, but sitting in one of their private waiting rooms, was a different level of scary.

 A secretary had escorted you into the beige room around twenty minutes ago and you’d been sitting quietly and alone ever since. You’d been offered a coffee but you were too scared to let anything drip on to your blouse.

 This was it; this was the moment that Kenya and, in her own way, Ari had tried to prepare you for. What if you couldn’t get him to let you finish the project yourself, or worse. What if he had called you here to tell you that he had changed his mind? Would that mean you would have to resort to the means that Ari had implied? Were you even comfortable doing that? Did Kenya expect that of you?

 “Excuse me, miss.”

 It’s a warm deep voice that breaks you out of your thoughts. Your shoulders jump slightly and turned to see a smiling face.

 He’s an older man, older than both you and Bruce Wayne complete with snow white hair. However, like Bruce Wayne he gives you a more than amused smile at your reaction.

 “Lucius Fox,” He says walking toward your seat with an outstretched hand.

 You stand and shake his hand, trying to smooth out the skirt you were wearing as discreetly as possible.

 “Nice to me you Mr. Fox,” You says smiling and giving your name.

 “I’m here to give you a tour of the facility,” Lucius says.

 “A tour?” You question slightly confusedly. “I thought I was just supposed to be meeting with Mr. Wayne about my project.”

 “Truth be told, Mr. Wayne has a habit of not being on time,” he says with a sparkle in his eyes.

 “So, you’re here to stall for time,” you say with a chuckle.

 “Something like that,” he says with a chuckle and a wave of his hand.

 You follow the man along until you reach a set of elevators.  Once inside Lucius pulls a card from one of his pockets.

 “Employees only,” he comments good naturedly as he waves it slightly.

 “Oh, you don’t have to show me anything off limits,” you say quickly. “I’m not that hard to impress.”

 “Bosses orders,” He says with a shrug.

 “He must be really late then,” You say plainly.

 You earn a hearty chuckle from the man as he swipes a card in the reader.

 Your slightly surprised when the elevator begins to descend, you cast a curious gaze at the man whose accompanying you.

 “Not too far underground I promise,” he says quickly.

 You nod, but you feel slightly uncertain, like there is something going on that has to do with you being more than stalled.

 “All right,” you say reluctantly.

 You aren’t completely sure how you’re supposed to feel. You don’t exactly feel unsafe, but you’re definitely sure that you are being jerked around by your chain. What exactly is it that they want with you?

 “Here we are,” Lucius says once the elevator stops.

 The doors open and you are slightly stunned by what you see.

 “What exactly is this?” You ask slightly confused.

 “Your office,” A voice answers.

 With wide surprised eyes you turn to see another figure joining Lucius.

 Tall and broad shouldered with salt and pepper hair, Bruce Wayne stands there with a confident look in his eye.

 “If you’ll have it,” He finishes with a smile.

 “For me?” You question confusedly. Your eyes flash to Lucius as you try to understand the situation.

 “If you want it,” Bruce says again walking past you into the large open room. It was larger than any lab that you had worked in, even the one Kenya provided you with, and that had been shared by at least four people.

 This was a gigantic room, so large it was hard to believe that it was for you. Who would want to invest this much in you?

 The room was empty save for a console in the middle where the CEO seemed to be making his way toward.

 “It doesn’t look like much now,” He states as he too seems to luxuriate in the vastness of the room. “But you’ll have unlimited resources to experiment and work on what it is that you want.”

 “What’s the catch?” You find yourself saying before you could stop yourself.

 A warm hand squeezes you on your shoulder and you look up to find Mr. Fox staring down at you with another warm smile.

 Lucius begins to lead you over to the stand near where Bruce is and the floor tiles in front of the three of you begin to open.

 Your mouth hangs open as a piece of machinery rises from the ground.

 The main area is about as long as a standard hospital bed, but the structure itself looked more like a chrome plated tanning bed than anything.  On the same platform stood a large free-standing monitor. There were components missing but the attempt was more than recognizable.

 “This is my design,” you say slightly surprised. “You built my design.”

 “Almost,” Lucius says. There is a slight hint of exasperation in his voice. “Your design is complicated but, on the surface, I could figure it out-”

 “Were you going to steal my work?” You ask accusingly looking at the blue-eyed man with narrowed eyes.

 Bruce Wayne seems slightly surprised at the accusation and your tone, “Not at all. I have every intention in buying your design.”

 “What I gave you, what I gave Kenya, was just a prototype. I’m not even sure that it would completely work at this stage. Why on earth would you try and build it?”

 “Does it matter?” He asks smoothly. The coolness of his tone surprises you, so much so you have to check your own anger. “I’m offering you an opportunity, to build not only this. But whatever it is that you set your mind to. And all I ask, is that you finish your design.”

Your eyes look back and forth between the two men, “What if I say no.”

 Fox frowns, but Bruce reacts differently. There is another amused glint in his eye and its slightly malicious. It causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

 “Then I buy your design as promised, and the rights to its reproduction, and anything derivative of it.”

“That would mean, I wouldn’t be able to finish or improve my own design.”

 “And if you tried, I’d sue you,” He confirms.

 Your shoulders fall. What had you gotten into? What had Kenya gotten you into?

 “Your answer?”

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