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conradfisherismine · 1 year

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Why not me? Part 1?

TW: unloving mother towards reader, Conrad being a dick

Conrad fisher x reader

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Sitting with my head resting on the wall I flush the toilet. That’s the third time I’ve thrown up today. Knowing that I’m pregnant just makes me want to cry, not because I don’t want the baby but more so the fact that my sister can’t decide witch brother she wants. The one that took my virginity away and got me pregnant all in one night, or the one that kinda looks like a puppy. Don’t get me wrong I love jere but he does look like a lost puppy sometimes.

I don’t even know what going on with Conrad, one day he’s fucking me and the next morning “it was a mistake and never should have happened.” Who fucking takes someone’s virginity and then drops them. URGGGGGGG. He makes me so mad sometimes. The only person who knows I’m pregnant is Steven, he barged in the bathroom when I was taking the test; then waited with me once he found out what happened.

Let me take us back a bit to when we arrived to the house.

Getting out of the car I take a nice long breath in, “I’m finally home.” I mumble to myself. Not that anyone would have payed attention to anything I say anyway, my family doesn’t care about me much… well except for Steven Susannah came bolting out of the house at full speed. “ they’re here!” She yelled over to the boys. Jeremiah runs over to belly, looks over her for a second the picks her up and twirls her in the air. “ awh bells I missed you so much!”

Few moment later

“You know what time it is” Steven says with the smirk visible in his voice. “Belly flop time!!!” The three boys scream at the absolute top if they’re lungs. Belly tries to make a run for it but Conrad catches her. Urg the way he grabbed her waist made my heart shatter. I’ve loved Connie since before I can remember, my sister claims to have loved him since we were 11 but I sorta feel like that’s not true. She would always tell me that she didn’t want him and that she loved him like a brother.

Belly and I had huge glow ups this year. I let my hair grow out this winter too, I never really liked it that long anyways it just felt like the thing to do. Ignoring the fact that neither of the boys said hi to me, I made my way inside hopping mom and Susannah would let me talk with them for a little bit.

It’s been 10 minutes and I hear the back door open, then I see Steven and Jeremiah walk in.

“Hey y/n I missed you. Did your hair get longer?” Jeremiah says as he walks over and lightly threads his fingers thought my hair.

“Yes jere bear I’ve been growing it out over the winter, I actually kinda like it longer.” I’ve always called Jeremiah jere bear since we were little, the odd time when I’m aggravated by him or upset I’ll call him Jeremiah but other then that it’s always “jere bear” or “miah”.

All of a sudden I’m being overcome by a cold wet blanket.

“BELLY, I’m going to kill you!”

“Jeez calm down y/n/n” Conrad mumbles

Belly finally lets go after some bickering and I run upstairs to get changed, I’m suddenly felling self conscious once I get into my room and look in the mirror. My white top is completely see through and you can see all my stretch marks.

So many bad thoughts start running through my head;” he’s never going to want you” or ” you look ugly”oh and the best one”just kill yourself they would all be better without you anyway”. My feet feel planted into the floor, it feels like theres quick sand under my feet and me going further into the sand the more the bad thoughts get to me.

Knock knock knock

“One second!” I call out as I quickly through a sweater on.

“Come in”

“You alright y/n, you seemed stressed out earlier when belly was hugging you.” Steven expressed his concern as he made his way over to my bed.

“Yea, I’m fine she was just getting me wet and I didn’t like it. Plus i was wearing a white shirt, last time I checked white plus water equals see through.” I say with sass loaded in my voice.

“Whatever,I’m out.” God he confuses me sometimes.

Time skip to after dinner

I haven’t really touched anything on my plate but no one says anything to me anyways they just keep taking to each other, that is until I stand up and go to walk away.

“Y/n where are you going, you know not to leave the table till everyone left and you have cleared the table.” My mom sneers. I just sit back down not wanting to escalate the situation. Jere looks at me with a glint of pity but it’s quickly gone when belly starts talking to him again. After everyone’s gone and left their dishes on the table even tho Susannah insisted on helping me, mom just dragged her away telling them that this was my job from now on. God I feel so unloved. After I’ve put the dishes in the dish washer, put the leftovers in containers in the fridge, and cleaned the table I finally get to relax. I make my way outside thinking I would be the only one out there at this time at night, only to find Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a joint.

“Thought you said smoking was for losers and it made you dumber.”

“I did that was before I found out how good it made me feel.” We went back and forth a little bit then after a while he patted the spot next to him.

“Sit you must be tired of standing by now.”

I pull up the bottom of my pants a bit then take a seat next to him putting my feet in the pool. Maybe feeling so unloved was why I let it happen but what I remember was Conrad saying all these things that made me think he wanted me, then me being in he’s bed. He slowly started to take my clothes off knowing it was my first time and what I thought was an act of kindness must not really have been. After getting me down to just my panties he looks up at me for consent and I nod my head you can imagine the rest.

1 month later/ present time

I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom wishing I didn’t let that day happen, I go back to my room curl up in bed with my blanky yes I’m a 16 year old who still has a blanket., and start crying the tears feel like they’re never going to stop. I feel the bed dip beside me and I try to hold in my tears till I realize it’s Steven and he closed the door behind him, then I just turn over into his embrace and cry as he rubs my back.

“I heard you throwing up, I had to come make sure you were ok.” He whispers loud enough I can hear it but not loud enough someone else will hear.

“Susannah wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to come mini putting with us and on my way up I heard but didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Okay” my voice comes out all raspy from all the crying I’ve done.

“Good get dressed wipe those tears I know you’re sad about what happened but he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I nod as I wipe my face and get up making my way to my closet, Steven makes his way out of my room.

I walk down the stairs to see everyone putting their shoes on and getting ready to go when Susannah sees me.

“Y/n I’m glad you decided to join us, I was a little worried when I heard you throw-“. Steven doesn’t let her finish asking if we should go now that I’m ready. We end up deciding to take two cars to fit everyone.

“ I call driving!” Belly kinda screams.

“Ha funny. No!” Mom says sarcastically. “I’m driving beck can sit passenger, belly, Steven and Jeremiah can sit in the back.”

“ Wait mom i don’t thi-“

“No arguing Steven I don’t want that stupid brat in my car any longer then she has to be and Conrad knows how to drive so they’ll be fine.” Mom says with a tone so calm but strict that I flinched.

“ I’m sorry y/n/n, it’ll be okay just don’t talk to him.” Steven whispers in my ear. I look over at Conrad but he seems upset that I was looking at him, not that I’m surprised he hasn’t really talked to me since that night. When he does it’s just snide remark’s about the way I’m eating or sitting or really anything that involves me being in the same room as him. It makes me cry at night thinking about that night and how nice and “loving” he was, turns out I was just stupid and naive. Jeremiah must have seen me look at the floor and sigh that I was gonna be alone with Conrad cuz he cherps up

“ I’ll go with con and y/n/n.”

“No you don’t have to jere. You can come with us don’t feel obligated to be with that pig.” My mom says like she really cares about him not being with me.

“ I don’t even think Connie should be with her but someone unfortunately invited her so someone has to drive her there.”

“ If it’s such a problem I can stay here.” I whisper like if I talk any louder I’ll be in trouble.

“There will be no such thing happening y/n, you are coming with us. Laur stop being so mean to your daughter.” She says lovingly towards me then strictly to my mom.

“ I want to go with them it’ll be okay” Jeremiah says confidently without hesitation.

The 2 fisher boys sitting up front with me in the back. This is better than sitting up front with him I guess.

“Could you get your big fat head off my window.” Conrad snaps at me. I flinch. I can feel the tears in my eyes I mumble a sorry and just remove my head from the window looking down at my hands.

“That wasn’t very nice Conrad.” Jeremiah exclaims.

“It’s okay I’m used to it miah.” I whispered lightly. Conrad seems taken aback by what I said but just keeps his eyes on the road.

Jeremiah sighs “ You shouldn’t be. I don’t get why Laurel treats you the way she does.”

“ Cause I’m worthless, and I’m not good enough for anyone. It’s always gonna be belly. Right Conrad.” I mumble feeling the tears streaming down my face. Conrad just scruffs.

When we get to the mini putt I wait for everyone before grabbing a golf club. I grab the one with the purple end. Steven hands me a purple ball he knows me so well. As I start walking behind the group so no one makes anymore comments about me because I don’t think I could take anymore right this second with the pregnancy hormones and the fact that I just stopped crying. Susannah turns around and looks around as if looking for someone.

“Y/n where are you.” Then she sees me. “Oh there you are come here.” She pulls me towards her not caring about the glares she’s getting from my mom. I don’t think she wants me over here but Susannah seems content with me here so I guess I’ll stay.

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leigh-kay · 2 years

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Drunken Jealousy

-conrad fisher-

x reader

warnings// cursing, love so cute you want to sleep on the highway, drunken anger/frustration (no physical harm just yelling)

-youve spent your entire life growing up at the summer house w your brother and sister, steven and belly, and the fisher boys. youd long ago fallen for the charms of conrad fisher and one night, you find out he feels the same.

"Belly, Y/N, we're leaving your asses here if you aren't down here in five!" Steven shouted up.

"Don't worry Bells you know I won't let him leave ya." Jeremiah smiled at them, walking past the room with Conrad trailing behind him.

"Conrad, you're going?" Belly asked. Conrad had said he was staying in; something about being up early tomorrow to go surfing. He hadn't gone the last few days.

He backed up into the door frame and nodded, "only if the two of you finish getting ready before the party ends."

Y/N tried not to smile when she noticed Conrad wearing the bracelet she's got him a few years ago clinging to his wrist. He was eleven when she'd given it to him and it used to near fall off, but with age and a hell of a lot of football, Conrad had filled out the empty space.

"Tell Steven if he leaves us we'll walk and if we walk mom will fucking kill him." I offered, straightening out the skirt I was wearing.

"Language, you're not too big for Laur to lay into you too," Belly laughed and all Y/N could fo was roll her eyes.

"I'm not a kid anymore Con."

"Sure ya are. You two are twins and Belly's still a cry baby."

Belly swatted at him, chasing him down the stairs and out by the pool. Y/N followed after. She loved Conrad and Belly equally... But she was obviously rooting for Belly. He called them babies. If he ended up in the pool? Who cares.

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Conrad did end up in the pool, but so did Belly, and despite 'not caring' Y/N was the first one pool side with a towel for Conrad. Steven had been pissed that the two had to go and change but he waited nonetheless and soon after they took off.

Jere had called shotgun and so Conrad squeezed in the back with the girls. Y/N was just happy there was enough room in Jeremiah's jeep for them to comfortably sit. The idea of being pressed against Conrad had flashed through her mind but just as quickly she pushed it away. Conrad would sooner die before he thought of her that way.

The moment they'd arrives they split. Belly and Y/N were sitting with the Deb girls. Belly was the only one that paid them any attention though. Y/N couldn't have cared less about the Deb scene. Conrad was right when he said it was for sheeps.

Her focus stayed on the was Jeremiah kept glancing over from the couch. He waited approximately five minutes in between each glance and each time he locked eyes with Y/N.

He was drunk, she could tell. If not from how she'd watched him down a keg, from the way he just looked at her. Jere never looked at her like that. Like she was a girl. None of the boys did.

"Y/N, dont you think Conrad and Nicole are the cutest pair? I mean the way he looks at her is so precious." Gigi was probably the most annoying girl Y/N had ever had the displeasure of meeting; but that didn't stop the thin lipped smile she gave her anyways before nodding.

What she wanted to say was "Conrad hardly ever looks at Nicole in general, let alone like he cares about her. They won't even be as much as a fling next summer. He'll forget all about her. He does that with every girl he hooks up with."

But for one, thats not socially acceptable, and for two, then she'd have to admit she was just jealous. No one would care that much about the topic unless they were jealous. And she was.

"Speaking of..."

"Y/N, can you come here?" Conrad had grabbed her hand, giving her a tight look.

"Hey Connie, do you want a hit?" Nicole held out a joint she'd just been handed from one of the other girls.

His grip tightened in Y/N's hand, "Not now." He looked back at the girl in his grasp, "Can we talk. Now."

Belly wrapped her own fingers around Conrad's wrist, eyes narrowing, "Con let her go that looks like it's hurting her."

He looked to Y/N's face; she gave a helpless slow nod and he quickly dropped his grip. "I'm sorry," he swallowed, "y/n/n, please can we talk."

As the two of them left the group, the Deb's eyes followed them and so did their whispers. It seemed like everyone including her was wondering what had gotten Conrad so riled up.

When they reached the sand at the beginning of the beach, Conrad spoke again, "what the hell was that in there?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Those looks with Jeremiah? Like there was something going on?"

She had to fight a laugh, "Something going on? With Jere?"

"You two kept staring at each other and you know I'm not the only one that noticed? Steven was looking too."

"So why is it that you're the one asking? If we were something at all, which, were not, shouldn't it be Steven's grumpy ass scolding me on the beach?" She crossed her arms.

He shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, "Oh so you're trying to tell me you and Jeremiah haven't been hooking up?"

"Conrad you're drunk and being a complete idiot. Of course I haven't been sleeping with Jere!"

"Then why the fuck was he looking at you like he owned you or something?"

"You're pissed that Jeremiah was looking protective of me when youre literally throwing a fit because you're being overprotective," Y/N shouted, "I'm not your sister and you're not my boyfriend either so just stop."

"Oh so now you're bringing that into things? Don't tell me you still have that stupid kid crush on me Y/N."

She smacked him. Full palm smacked him. And he knew he deserved it.

"Sober up and then fucking talk to me." She tried to storm off, she had turned and she fully intended on running back up to that house and asking Nicole to crash in her room for a bit. But then she heard him wretch, and she was right back at his side.

"Let it out Con... just don't get it on me."

He laughed as he wiped at his chin, "no promises y/n/n."

They looked at one another, the moment lasted almost too long, but she doubted she'd mind if he stared at her like that for the next 100 years.

"I'm sorry. I'm drunk and- jealous."

"Jealous?" she liked the sound of that.

He tugged at the bracelet, "I don't like that he looks at you like that."

"Jeremiah? He's mine and Belly's best friend Con of course he's looking out for us."

"It's not that anymore. Not for him," he sighed, "You and Belly look different this year..."

It took her a moment but she knew he was right, "We look like the girls he likes now. That's why he's been standing up for us to Steven about tagging along."

"I just don't like that he gives you that same fucking look. You're not like the people he hooks up with at a party youre the girls. Our girls."

"How does jealousy play into that?"

"Because I spent this entire party looking at you and you spent it making eyes with Jeremiah and I hate it."

"Seriously? God, you can't handle my attention drifting off of you for even one second Con- How is it fair that youre mad when you've ignored me practically all summer?"

He needed an answer he didn't have to offer. He couldn't ruin her summer like that. His mom hadn't wanted any of them to know.

"I have a lot going on right now. I didn't mean to ignore you guys. I never meant to upset you," he looked like he meant it. So why was she still so angry?

"That's not an apology Conrad."

"I'm sorry. Y/N/N, I am," his hand pushed at the hair the wind had blown out of place, "I didn't mean to be a dick but I was. I'm sorry."

She was still mad. She probably would've stormed off if he was one of her other friends. Hell, she probably would've done it even if it were Jeremiah. But he wasn't Jeremiah; or any other guy. He was Conrad.

And she knew that held more weight with her than it should.

"I'm sorry I hit you."

"Don't be. I kinda fucking deserved it."

Silence... And then laughter, "Yeah you kinda did."

And then they were right back to where they'd been all summer. Quiet. Ignoring. Staring at their feet as if they hadn't just gotten into a screaming match and then laughed about it.

Usually she was the one to grow sick of it. To leave or to talk, but for once, Conrad beat her to the punch, and she was grateful.

"I can't be what you think I am."

She didn't understand.

"What I think you are?"

"That guy. The one you've made up in your mind," her cheeks flushed, "you took my face and my name and made up a guy that I can't even try to be as good as."

Was Conrad Fisher really standing there telling her he couldn't measure up to what she wanted? Conrad Fisher was the only boy she'd ever wanted!

"That's not true," her head shook as she faced the beach.

"I just yelled at you for practically nothing all because I'm drunk and pissed at myself for not just caving and giving into what you've asked me for years."

"I never asked you anything."

He smiled, "Not out loud. But I knew. You know what I'm talking about Y/N."

She smiled back, even as she wasn't looking at him.

"Conrad do you know why I've," she cleared her throat, "liked you for so fucking long?"

Only now she met his eyes, "because I'm a pro at football."

She swatted his arm in annoyance, "No. I couldn't care less about how good you are at football. I don't care that you look romantic with wet hair or how tall you are or even that you look like that."

He watched her, curious, "Conrad I love how you used to let Belly and I tag along. And I love how you have weird inside jokes with my mom, and how you adore Susannah."

He swallowed, "And I love how you put passion into everything you do even if it's you being a total asshole, and I love that stupid handshake we made together when I was seven. I love how you laugh at my bad jokes to humor me so Steven will shut the fuck up and I love how you don't ogle me like half the jackasses here have done with me and Bells all summer."

She took a deep breath that made her chest feel like it might explode and just laughed like a psychopath.

He wasn't sure if she was having a mental break or if she actually found something she'd just said funny.

It wasn't until she calmed that she shook her head and finally looked at him, "And I love you."

Conrad had never heard her say it that way. She'd never heard herself say it that way either. The only 'I love you's that had been uttered between them came on the last days of summer. When they all had to say goodbye and they'd yell it as she and Belly and Steven and Laurel all piled in the car.

It'd never been spoken softly or singularly.

"Y/N," Conrad had known. He'd lied that he didn't to feel better about being a prick this summer but he had always known, "I love you too."

Part of her wondered if he only said it to soothe her. She had broken into a maniacal laughter a second prior to finally confessing but another part of her didn't care even if it was the case.

It wasn't.

She wanted to kiss him. She'd waited how long for this and yet? Kissing after he threw up was simply not in the cards.

"You have very bad timing Conrad Fisher."

He knew, and he smiled, "Sorry to disapoint Y/N Conklin."

"HEY!" A voice, Steven's came from up the hill.

"What the hell are you yelling for asshole?" Y/N huffed, trudging up with Conrad behind her.

"The cops are here you brat, what are you two doing down there anyways?"

"Minding our business. Now can we go before mom kills us?"

They ran to the car, Y/N happy back in her middle seat between Conrad and Belly.

Jeremiah drove home, he had drank the least.

"Con?" Y/N mumbled, leaning to him so as to not have Belly, who was half conscious half not, hear what she meant to say next.

"Hmm?"

"After you brush your teeth I expect my movie moment."

He rolled his eyes but his smile erased any trace of it, "You still chase movie moments?"

"Never to old to romanticize."

"Never to old to be the same old Y/N."

She smiled and let herself relax in the seat. She mentally ran through the scenario in her head on the way home.

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She woke with her head against his pillows, everything here smelt like him. Even her.

She took in everything, even the things she'd seen over the last sixteen summers. She could wake up to just his things every day and not get bored.

"Movie moment?" he was awake. She watched his room and he watched her.

She tried to hide her smile and the embarassment on her face, "Eh."

He didn't think before sitting up and running his fingers across her jawline. She could hardly think straight as he smiled at her, "Eh?"

"Conrad."

He kissed her, soft and sweet, and she tried her best not to laugh at how he'd simply known what she wanted.

They pulled away with grins.

"Sorry there aren't any fireworks, the film is kinda low budget."

I strongly dislike the ending however I couldn't quite find one I liked anyways so I'll settle. I hope you all enjoyed this... I got a bit carried away.

- <3 kaleigh

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mangardel · 2 years

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hi! you write beautifully so i was wondering can you do a jeremiah fisher x reader where he just sorta re-assures an insecure reader? im having a rough day and would love to see you write it :)

Ma Belle Evangeline

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader

Warnings: insecurities and comfort

The girls of Cousins Beach are so damn pretty. They were everything you thought you weren’t. They had hour glass figures, fair skin, and straight, well kept hair. They were the types of girls you see in movies as the main love interest. They were the types of girls that boys swooned over. And they were the reason you were crying, half naked in front of your mirror. They were the reason you were left wondering why Jeremiah flip-fucking Fisher was wasting his precious time with you.

Take Shayla for instance. Yeah. Shayla is ideal. Hour glass figure, fair skin, and straight, well kept hair. Not to mention her family was loaded. She was the definition of classy, the definition of perfect.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be so sure of yourself. So desirable. What it would feel like to not have to clutch your stomach every time you were crazy enough to work up the balls to put on a crop top or a bikini. What it would feel like to be considered one of the “pretty” girls. Or what it would feel like to not even have to worry if your boyfriend was fucking someone else behind your back because why would he when he’s got you. Exemplary.

But you would never feel that way and you would never be those girls so you crumbled yourself into a ball and wept in nothing but a bra and underwear.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah had a sixth sense when it came to you. His frontal lobe started to tingle. Dropping what he was doing, he dug through the couch cushions to find his phone. Calling his most recent number.

The opening melody of Good Days by SZA started playing from your phone. Shit. It was Jeremiah. You immediately knew. In a rush, you scrambled to your feet, wiped the tears from your face and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” The boy on the other line said. He sounded like a worried mother.

“Hey Jere.” You exclaimed. You were using your telemarketer voice, as you liked to call it. It made you sound…happy.

“Is everything ok?” Now why the hell was he asking you that?

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine. Why do you ask?” You let out a sniffle. Shit.

“Baby are you crying?” Well now that he knew he was going to go into mama bear mode meaning there was no point in lying anymore and yet you did it anyways.

“No, I’m fine.” Stupid.

“Y/n, I’m coming over. Just hold on, ok?” And with that he hung up. Shit shit shit. You scrambled to your feet to look out the window. He was already on his way. It was only at this time that you dreaded living two houses away from him.

You threw on a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you could find, made your hair look as presentable as you could and quickly grabbed a book off of your shelf to make it look like you were doing something else before. You jumped on your bed and propped your upper body up on the headboard, awaiting his arrival.

The front door was open seeing as you left it unlocked and there was only one car in the driveway indicating that you were home alone.

Hearing the door open and close and your boyfriend’s footsteps slowly becoming louder as he came closer and closer to your room made your heart race.

You took a deep breath, swearing that could taste the salt in the air from your tears. You gave your face one last good wipe and with that door flung open to reveal your (beyond perturbed) Jere bear.

Looking up from the book you weren’t really reading, you smiled at him. But no matter how hard you tried nothing could hide the melancholy atmosphere you had created in the time you spent cradled on the floor in front of your mirror. Nothing could hide the redness of your eyes and absolutely nothing could hide the way Jeremiah saw through you like a piece of glass.

He slowly made his way towards your bed as if he was trying not to startle you. He slipped his shoes off and slowly crawled into bed with you, tucking you both under the covers. He waited for you to turn and face him to talk but when your eyes met his, when you saw the way he looked at you with so much love and acceptance, you broke. The dam you had poorly built broke and your tears came falling once again.

The boy pulled you into his chest, stroking and kissing your head.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok my love, I’m here.” He would say in many different variations. His soothing soon brought your waterworks to a halt but you still couldn’t look at him. You continued to stare at the wet spot you had created on his wife beater and the lighter surrounding parts of it. Anywhere but his face.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, y’know?” He wasn’t expecting an answer, he was telling you more rather than asking you. He didn’t even try to look at your face. He just left you be and continued to let you dance your fingers across his chest.

“Do you ever wish I looked like someone else or was someone else?” Ripping the band-aid clean off. There was no way around it but through it.

“What? No. Where did you get that from?” This time Jeremiah pulled you away from his chest so he could look at your face. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“I don’t know,” you did know “I just…look at every other girl in Cousins and it’s just…I don’t know,” you said that already “you could have any girl you wanted and you’re with…me. I just don’t get it.”

The boy across from you kept eye contact with you the entire time. His face contorting into what seemed like a million different expressions throughout your confession, he was bemused to say the least.

“I mean sometimes I even think you’re with me out of pity or maybe it was a dare or a bet you made with Steven…I don’t know I just wish you could be with someone you actually deserve.” You finished. Well at least you thought you were finished. Honestly, you could go on about it all day but simply based off of the expression on your boyfriend’s face you knew he wouldn’t let you.

“First of all, I don’t know where the hell this is coming from but I like you because you aren’t like every other girl in Cousins. To be honest, they’re all carbon copies of each other, most of them are like barbie dolls with no personalities. Also if you’re inferring that your inferior to any of them because of your looks then you’re out of your goddamn mind. You’re the smartest, funniest, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. Hell, sometimes I even question why you’re with me, y’know? I’d never trade you for any other guy or girl even if I had the chance to.” He disrupted his speech to give you a sweet peck on the lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous baby.” Another kiss. “I love you more than anything.”

Your cheeks hurt from the way you were smiling so damn much. God, you loved him. You smiled even harder as he pulled you into his chest again.

The day didn’t end there though. He wouldn’t let it. When you were ready Jeremiah spent the rest of the afternoon letting his tongue and two middle fingers (along with other…parts) show you how much he loved you and your body.

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overseer-picard · 1 year

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You probably know the episode "Suddenly Human" best from this famous photograph.

But what you might not know is that it's actually not a bad episode at all, it just gets shoved to the side by it's three very big, intimidating disc-mates "Best of Both Worlds", "Brothers", and "Family".

Basically, the Enterprise finds these little alien teenagers getting irradiated on their damaged ship. So they save them. But one of them is (gasp) A HUMAN.

Side note: as a teenager, I thought this kid was the most beautiful creature to walk the earth and tried to draw him a lot, as twitterpated teenage girls do. And I remember my mom being supportive but also like :/ honey. there are so many others.

But anyway. This kid, Jono, was taken as a baby by these generic lumpy head aliens after his parents were slaughtered by them and he was raised by a captain dude named Endar (not to be confused with Andor, or Ender, or Endor).

We learn right off the bat these boys like to SCREAM. Like, literally. It's their sound of mourning and it's just a continuous howl. Jono immediately, and rightfully, gets yelled at by everyone within the first ten minutes.

Picard does some research and finds out that this kid is actually named Jeremiah and is the grandson of an admiral. So of course he's like "We gotta get this human boy back to human space so he can be a human with his ancient admiral grandma who is a human."

And everyone is like "Uh yeah, no duh. That's clearly the right choice."

But there's a problem. Jono only responds to Picard because he's a) the Captain, and b) a man. You see, these are sexist lumpy head aliens because we needed a strong reason as to why the obvious caretaker choices, Troi and Crusher, couldn't help more.

So Deanna is like "Captain. You will be this boy's father now." And Picard is like "I will literally yeet myself out an airlock and go get re-assimilated by the Borg if you make me do this"

Like, I cannot emphasis enough how much Picard does not want to do this. He even rehearses a whole speech about why he's not cut out for the horrors of parenting and Deanna is like "Wow, that was so well rehearsed." And Picard is just surprised Pikachu that she, an empath, could see through his carefully crafted lie.

So Picard accepts his fate and goes to talk to Screamy Boy but then his worst nightmare comes true: the child wants to move in with him.

And, because duty overrides Picard's inner reflex to just die, he lets the kid move in with him and he spends the entire time trying to not cry as he watches his precious things get smudged up with grimy child hands.

But things actually seem to be going well. Jono hangs up an edgy looking sparkle hammock because, and I'm guessing he's not wrong about this, the beds hurt his back.

I mean, look at this. I'd take a hammock over what is essentially a padded cinder block any day.

And then the highlight of the episode happens, Picard invites Jono to an invigorating game of Space Balls and he wears a beautifully revealing spandex number. Star Trek + Exercise Clothes = Beauty.

"You know, this whole hanging out with a teenager thing isn't so bad." -Picard, four minutes before things get bad.

Jono starts having conflicting feelings about the possibility that he might actually be a human so he does the only thing that seems reasonable: stabs Picard while he's sleeping.

I cannot get over the hilarious irony that the one time Picard tries to take on a parental role, the thing he fears most in life, he ends up getting stabbed.

But then Picard realizes that he's being stupid by trying to force this kid to accept a heritage he doesn't want and decides to give him back to Captain Endar.

And there's a genuinely very sweet little moment at the end where, before beaming off, Jono takes his gloves off (a payoff to an earlier scene where he said he didn't want to touch any dirty aliens) and gives Picard a little head boop goodbye, the same move he greeted his alien dad with earlier.

And Picard's artificial heart grew three sizes that day.

In all seriousness, I genuinely really like this episode even if it doesn't get that much attention. It's quite well written and has decently strong acting from the kid and the alien dad. I also love the ingenuity of the title, "Suddenly Human", because it gives several layers of explanation and commentary with just two words.

This is a "Good thoughts, good plots" episode.

#star trek the next generation #picard #suddenly human #episode review

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bitchybimbos · 1 year

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one summer ep 1

I wrote this a while back when tsitp was still new. I'm new to writing so please lmk if i missed anything and if i should write more

warnings: partying devoiced parents? drugs not proof read srry

Parties were never really my thing until dad left and mom decided to move next to her best friend's summer house down in cousins. Mom tried to force me to meet her best friend's kids or whatever but I kept avoiding it. “I'm going out, I'll be home later.” I yelled to my mom. “Well what time will you be back? We have dinner with Susanna tonight. I was hoping you would go.” She informs me. “I'll be home around 6:00.” I grab my keys and head out. I let my plug know I'm here. I give him the money he gives me the weed and pills and I head to the beach. I stay a little then head home. “Honey? I bought you this nice baby blue pencil dress for dinner” mom says. “Uh thanks, put it on the chair i'll be down in a sec” i call out running up the stairs. I put the drugs in a slit in my mattress. For later. I slipped into the dress mom bought me. It's nice but a little snug in some areas. “Do really have to go?” i whine. “Yes. now put a smile on that gorgeous face i created.” she jokes. We head in with moms famous extra sauce lasagna. Susanna greats us at the door with a big hug. We go inside and it's so beautiful it's like if you walked into an all white dream house. Two boys come down the stairs. One is a brunet with green-ish eyes tall and not very muscular. The second one a dirty blonde with deep blue eyes almost like you could drown in the. He is tall and skinny but not too skinny. He's wearing nothing but shorts and an open light blue striped button-up. We all sit outside next to the pool. “So y/n your mom told me you like to swim” Susanna announces. “Uh yeah I was on the swim team for a while.” i say. “Well that's really cool. I almost forgot to introduce you to my sons.” she points to the dirty blonde one first. “This is Jeremiah, my second born. And this is my first conrad” she introduces them. After dinner mom hands me my hot pink triangle bikini. I guess we'll be staying longer considering that they both love to talk. I go change and tie my h/c up into a bun. “Wanna hangout in the pool?” Jeremiah asks. “Sure” I sound miserable, oh my god. I walk into the pool just to be splashed by jeremiah. I would usually be upset by this but instead I just laughed and splashed back.”Hey there's a bonfire at the beach tonight are you going?” he questions. “I'm not sure…” who am i kidding i never say no to parties these days. Anything to be out of the house.

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I call my best friend Nia Travers. “What should i wear to the fire? I have my camo pants and calvin klein top with my custom jordans. Or black bell-bottom jeans with my neon green bikini top?” i ask her. “ option 2 because you got them striper tits girl.” she jokes. “Alright i love you bye” “byee” i hang up and go get ready. “Mom i'm going to a bonfire i'll be back by like 1 or 2 am love you” i yell while walking out. On my way out i grab my papers and weed and sit on a rock and roll 4 joints just in case. I get to the fire and see conrad practically swallowing a girls face. I sit down near the water taking of my green jordans and let the water come onto my feet. “Hey you made it” jeremiah says exidely. “I guess i did” i say. I take a joint out of my bag and light it. I inhale deeply and let a puff of smoke out. Jeremiah pulls it out of my mouth and takes a puff himself. I feel the weed start kicking in after a few more hits. I get up to get a drink “you want a drink?” i ask jeremiah while he's zoning out. “Nu uh you sit i'll get it” he says while getting up. “I need to stretch my legs anyway” i explain. I walk next to him while we go to get some pink Whitney jello shots. After 3-6 shots i was feeling out of it. I could feel the beach spinning. I feel a had placed on my lower back sliding down to my ass. I feel too weak to fight back. “No stop.” I tried to say but it only came out as a murmur. “Y/n? Yo can you stop touching her she's obviously too drunk to allow you to touch her like this don't you think?” jeremiah says gruffly. The guy backs off. Jeremiah leads you to car. “Mmm” i hummed. “What's that y/n?” jeremiah spoke. I gag “OH , um out the window not on the car i just bought it.” he instrucks. I threw up out the window. He drops me off at my house and parks his car. “I'll meet you up stairs.” he whispers. “Mkay.” i hum. I stumble into the house and make it up the stairs. I walked into my room and pretty much fell onto my bed. I hear a knock at my window and I trudge towards it and open it. “Hey lets get you changed okay?” wipered so he didn't wake up my mom. I’d be kinda awkward to see your best friend's kid in her daughter's bedroom. He pick out a pink tank top and silky pink shorts. He placed them on her bed. “I got you some pajamas to change into” he went on. He turned around to give me some sort of privacy. “Shit. i gotta go” jeremiah cursed under his breath. So he tucked me into bet and left the same way he came in.

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The next day i woke up with a roaring head-ach. Surprise surprise. I got up and made myself a bowl of cereal and take 3 ibuprofen. Mom comes down with 5 suitcases looking like were moving to a new state. “Where are you going again?” i ask. “WE are going to stay with susanna because she offered and we need you interact with more people your age” she explains. I roll my eyes. “Don't roll you eyes at me unless you want me to take your phone for the summer.” she threatens. I run upstairs pack up and we head over. Susanna and mom gush over each other and i see the girl conrad was making out with last night sitting next to him with her legs over his lap. I give her a quick and friendly smile. I look for jeremiah around the house. I find him in the pool with a girl with black-ish brown hair. A swim would feel so nice right now. I go up to the guess room and change into a rectangle baby blue top and a high waisted blue tie up bottom and grab my phone then head out.

(im so sorry if this is acc so bad)

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heyy I've just read, well I actually have read a lot of your analysis about the summer I turned pretty and they are honestly so good, I'm in love with them. Anyway, I've just read the one about how Belly feels about sex and how it is played in the books and I must say you're so right about it, it is so necessary to show representation of this, I have always felt the same way as her about it, so it's really something to see this and and as you say it's so importnt to tell girls that it's okay to be like Belly (and as you say the media doesn't seem interested anymore in telling this experiences or when they do it's more treated as an embarassing thing or as you being a prude and a loser so yeah same thoughts as you on that matter) love your blog btw 🥰

aww thank you so much, you're too kind!

I'm so glad I'm not the only one who feels this way! One of the things about the show that I disliked the most was how it covered this topic but to be fair they didn't really cover it. First of all most of the girls besides Nicole are only 16! that's soo young. they're practically babies still.

The scene after the volleyball tournament, before the skinny dipping scene really annoyed me. I hated how every single girl made Belly feel so humiliated and awful about the fact that she had never done anything. It just felt kinda cringey to watch cause they could clearly tell she was uncomfortable and it made me feel secondhand embarrassment for her. At that point I was like these girls are bitch ass hoes! I don't like them anymore! the deb scene is for sheep! and then of course when they left them naked and alone out there in the dark it just confirmed that. I really appreciated that Taylor noticed how Belly was feeling and like stood up for her though. Idk the whole scene was just kinda weird to me. I know it was supposed to be reminiscent of the scene in the 3rd book when Belly is at college and she plays "never have I ever" with her college friends but I almost wished they had left it out. and then the fact that Belly's big car make out scene with Jeremiah happens almost directly after this also bothered me because I couldn't even enjoy the moment between them cause I was too busy cringing. like the fact that she's clearly feeling bad about being inexperienced and the girls made her feel like she needs to do stuff and now she's all over Jere...I couldn't properly enjoy it. I know those scenes happened in that order for a reason and all but I just...the way things happened there just had me:

I just hope in season 2/3 they show some open and honest conversations between her and both guys about it. Netflix fucked it up in TATBILB so I'm really hoping Jenny Han will let TSITP unfold the way the book does. And let's be honest. if belly fucks both brothers it will really not be a good look for her at all. And I really believe focusing on the emotional connections is what made the book so effective and is what made Belly and Conrad's dynamic so effective. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing the physical connection scenes too. But building up the emotional connection and anticipation and makes the physical parts hit sooo much better.

The representation is so important for young girls, to show Belly the way book Belly is, and how sex is such a big deal to her, and also to show her having healthy conversations with the boys about it too and how they understand how she feels and respect it! Young girls really need to see it. there wasn't even any of that when I was sixteen in shows. Idk why we have to be out here sexualizing 16 year olds all the time in this society but here we are.

#tsitp #tsitp spoilers #the summer i turned pretty #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #it's like 1 am and i'm pretty sure my thoughts have stopped making sense and this came out kinda aggressive lol

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Adopted by a Werewolf Chapter 4

I'm really sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. It turns out writing scenes involving a character having a panic attackc and then lead to you yourself having a panic attack. Fun! Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I've already finished chapter 5, I've just got to finish editing. Also I've been picking up some editing tips from random parts of the internet so if my editing changes from chapter to chapter, that's not random. Apologies for those who like consitency. I'm a bit of a messy bitch that way.

Editor Credits Perky: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/perk0/ Lan the Orc: https://lantheorc.sofurry.com/ ------

Druid’s Falls was far smaller than Bright Rock. Bright Rock felt like three small cities pushed together. The slums, old town and new town. But Druid’s Falls was a small village with one winding road. The small cabins were built up against the nearby woods and a logging camp stood at the end of the road where the majority of the village worked. Parts of the woods had been cleared leaving only stumps. Other parts, there were holes where stumps used to be. Lastly there were areas where the holes left by the stumps had been filled and new baby trees had been planted. Rodrig and Jeremiah passed by all of this. The people waved as they passed. Jeremiah always waved back with a big smile. Rodrig tried to do the same, but it felt awkward. He worried people were judging him for riding on the cart. Even if he did have a legitimate reason to be doing so. Once they had passed the last cabin, they made a left turn from the main road into the forest. Rodrig wondered why they didn’t stop at the inn he saw before. Especially since the place they did eventually stop was far out of the way.

Four buildings sat by each other. Two cottages, one large and one small, sat by each other and behind them was a barn which currently housed a small horse. Lastly was a circular stone building with a large wood stove next to it, large pipes connecting into the side of the building.

They stopped in front of the large cottage but before Jeremiah could approach and knock, a tiny olive skinned woman popped out the door and onto the porch. Her face was wrinkled in that way where you know she was the type to always smile and oh when she smiled at seeing their arrival. All of those creases on her face falling into place as she irradiated an energy like the sun.

“Big wolf!” She called. Her accent was heavy, Over-pronouncing the o in wolf.

“Granny!” Jeremiah called back and opened his arms. She jumped from the porch and landed in his arms giving him tiny kisses all over his face. He laughed and they swung around in a circle.

“You are back so quick.” She said as Jeremiah set her down. She barely reached past his waist.

“There were some complications,” Jeremiah began to explain. “Quick extraction was necessary. Have you heard from the Watcher of Bright Rock?”

“I have heard nothing,” She said. “That man is an asshole. He wouldn’t talk to me unless it was for business.”

Jeremiah's normal happy confident mask fell for just a moment as he showed genuine worry for something. What, Rodric couldn’t know. He was still processing everything that had been revealed. But Jeremiah quickly slipped the mask back on and was back to being a confident and fearless statue.

As Rodric finally hobbled over, the small woman took notice.

“Is this the boy you were sent to retrieve? What happened? Why is he limping?”

“Yes and I’ll explain everything in a minute.” Jeremiah said, leading the woman over to where Rodrig was standing.

“Rodrig,” Jeremiah said, “This is Lama Gajudo. She’s what we call a Watcher.”

“What does she watch?” Jeremiah asked, looking around for anything of interest.

“My job is not to watch the forest. It won’t be here much longer with all the logging.” Lama said. She sneered at the mention of the logging.

“She watches for possible Sensitives or Adepts.” Jeremiah said. “She’s also a healer. I was hoping she could give you an examination to make sure your leg is okay.”

Rodrig nodded but didn’t say anything. He just felt agitated for some reason he couldn’t quite grasp. Especially now that all eyes were on him.

“Until I know the damage, I don’t want you walking on that leg.” Lama said. “Woolfy, you carry him to my exam room.”

“I don’t need somebody to carry me.” Rodrig grumbled to himself.

“It’s okay.” Jeremiah said. “It’s no bother. I can handle your weight no problem.”

Rodrig wasn’t worried about Jeremiah being able to support his weight. He just didn’t like the idea of being carried. When Jeremiah walked over to him, Rodrig tensed up. He was about to try and beat the man away with the makeshift walking stick. Before he could make his move however, Jeremiah scooped him up into his arms. Rodrig dropped the walking stick by mistake. His weapon now gone, Rodrig was forced to be carried like a bride over the veil. He felt his entire face heat up as a deep blush covered his face. He covered himself so that no one could see him turn red. A deep rumble came from Jeremiah’s chest that vibrated against Rodrig. There was a sense of satisfaction in that rumbling growl. Rodrig’s face burned brighter. So did the unexplainable exasperation that was forming in his chest. It spread to his arms and made them tingle.

Jeremiah carried Rodrig up the steps to the porch and through the door into the cabin. The room was astonishingly tidy. Everything seemed to have its place. There was a small living area with a table with four coasters ready to place a glass on in case company wanted to have a drink of coffee while they sat and chat. In the back was a kitchen kept pristine and a dining table with 4 chairs. Towards their right were two doors. They took the one closer to them and were in another overly well kept room. In one corner was a small desk with and a bookshelf covered in books. In the middle of the room was a flat table with cushioning on it. An examination table like they had at the academy. Nearby was a stool which Lama sat in. Jeremiah carefully lowered Rodrig onto the end of the exam table before stepping back and standing in the corner.

“Can you put your leg on the table for me dear?” Lama asked. “I need it level to examine it.”

Rodrig did as he was told, letting her move his ankle back and forth, gauging his reaction as she did.

“How did you hurt it?” Lama asked.

“Someone stomped on it.” Rodrig said after a moment's pause. He didn’t want to relive how he got the injury so he kept it brief.

“Been doing much walking on it?”

“No, ma’am.”

“So polite.” She smiled. “I remember the first time I met another young man, he was far less polite.” She gave an over the top stink eye towards Jeremiah. The type where you could tell it was in jest.

“You wound me.” Jeremiah said back. He clutched his chest and made a dramatic grunting sound.

“Hush you!” she said back holding back a laugh.

Rodrig watched, feeling awkward. Any time he had tried to have a friendly conversation like that, it usually ended with him being ridiculed for trying to join in. So he kept his mouth shut. It was safer that way.

Lama turned back towards Rodrig. Her smile was still there. She kept it on even when she noticed Rodrig wasn’t smiling back.

“It’s nothing bad. Just a sprain. Stay off it for a bit and keep it elevated. Now let's take a look at what’s under that bandage on your face. Lay down so I can get a better look.” Rodrig did as he was instructed, scooching himself further up the examination table so he could lay flat. The ends of his feet still dangled off the edge but beyond that it was pretty comfy. She removed the bandage. Her smile went away.

“How did you get this?” She asked.

Rodrig tried to answer but found that no sound was coming out. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times. Was he going to have to go over everything? Right as it was about to be too much, right when his eyes started to burn with the feeling of tears starting to form, Jeremiah came to his rescue.

“It was a knife wound.” Jeremiah said. “He also has one on his back. Although that one is from a rapier. It’s not as deep but goes over a wider area. I can go over the how later if need be.”

Lama didn’t say anything right away, processing the information. She kept her face blank. A strange thought crossed Rodrig’s mind through the depression and the anguish. He thought that she would have made a great poker player. The funny little thought brought a little bit of levity. His own little private joke. It helped to calm him down a little bit.

“These stitches, were they you Big Wolf?” Lama asked.

“Yes.” Jeremiah said.

“You have improved since I last tutored you. It seems to be healing well. But I would like to get some salve on it, to speed the process along.”

She hopped off her stool and went to a nearby cabinet. She pulled out a small handheld jar and came back.

“This is my own personal healing salve,” Lama said as she popped the top off the jar. Rodrig could smell an earthy scent fill the air. It reminded him of the smell of vines that he once had to pull out of his mothers garden. “A little bit along the cut and then we replace the bandage.”

She placed her finger in the jar and it came out covered in what looked like mud. As she spread it across the wound, the smell of vegetation grew. It was cold. Once she was done applying the goop, she applied a new bandage.

“Okay, now let’s see the one on the back.” Lama said. “Shirt off and on your belly.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Rodrig said. “It feels fine.”

“It’s not.” Jeremiah said. “I didn’t want to alarm you but it smells infected.”

Rodrig grew pale. Lama cleared her throat.

“Shirt off or I make the wolf rip it off.” Lama threatened.

Rodrig did as he was told, stripping his shirt off and turned himself over. He re-used his shirt as a pillow for his head while he waited for the old woman to do her work. She had to stand on her stool to see the whole thing. She tisked a few times before prescribing more plant goop. Again she slathered the goop against his skin. This time it stung as she applied it. But then a cooling feeling started to cover his back. She then applied a bandage, replacing the wraps that had covered the cut from before.

“You’re going to need to keep applying the salve until it heals. I’ll make sure to send some with you.” Lama said before stepping down. Rodrig pushed himself up and put his shirt back on. “Now, why don’t you come and have a pot of tea with me.”

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Jeremiah sipped at his tea. It was strong. Lama always made it that way. He watched as Rodrig took a sip and then immediately scrunched up his face. The young man was quick to return his face to a neutral look. Jeremiah had noticed that Rodrig liked to put on a neutral face like a mask. It didn’t do much to hide from Jeremiah since he could hear his heartbeat and smell the changes in his body chemistry. Plus there were the tiny twitches and quirks of body language. But in front of normal humans, it would have been perfect. The next time Rodrig took a sip, the mask stayed on. But there was a twitch along his brow indicating he didn’t like the taste.

“Thank you for the tea.” Rodrig said.

“It’s my pleasure.” Lama said to Rodrig before turning to Jeremiah. “I’m assuming you will be staying tonight?”

“Yes Granny.” Jeremiah said. “If it’s not too much trouble, I was hoping we could use your bath too.”

“I was going to insist.” Lama said. “We need to get the dirt and sweat off your young ward’s wounds. Do you remember how to turn it on?”

“Yes. I’ll help Rodrig with-” Jeremiah began to say.

“Don’t pick me up!” Rodrig interrupted, tensing up.

“Okay.” Jeremiah said. He was trying not to laugh at the sudden outburst. Jeremiah made a mental note that embarrassment made Rodrig drop his mask. Probably not the best way to get him to drop his guard so he would have to keep looking for other ways to get him to open up. “But we can’t have you walking on that foot. Let me at least be your crutch. Deal?”

Rodrig didn’t answer right away. But he finally nodded.

“I’ll have some food waiting in the guest cabin for when you are done bathing.” Lama said. “I’ll also need you to reapply more of the salve once you’re done. I’ll leave the jar with the food. Try not to mix up the food and the salve. Don’t get my wrong, the salve is technically edible. But it probably won’t taste too good. Even if you spread it on bread.”

Jeremiah had no doubt that she had tried the salve on bread once just to see. She was eccentric like that. He chuckled and headed over to Rodrig, offering his hand to help the young lad up. Rodrig eyed the hand then looked up and met Rodrig’s gaze. Rodrig quickly looked away, a small amount of red tinging his cheeks. Jeremiah didn’t comment, instead hanging him his makeshift walking stick.

They slowly made their way out the door. They made their way over to the small circular building made of brick. There was a small stove to the side.

“You can head inside and start getting undressed.” Jeremiah said. “I’ll load the stove with wood.”

“How does it work?” Rodrig asked.

“The pipes here are connected to an underground stream.” Jeremiah began to explain. “When you turn this lever, the water flows up and goes into this reservoir. The stove heats up the water and then you turn a nob in there to let the water out of the reservoir.”

“Won’t it take a while for the water in the reservoir to heat up?”

“Not as long as you would think. Now go on, there should be some towels in there already.”

Rodrig did as he was told. When he opened it, he stopped.

“It’s really dark in there.” Rodrig said.

“There should be candles inside. There is a match box on a shelf right by the door.”

Rodrig stepped inside. Jeremiah heard the sound of a match lighting and then a sudden gasp. Rodrig must have seen the huge stone tub. It had surprised Jeremiah the first time he saw it too. Jeremiah got to work filling the reservoir with water before starting the work on filling the stove with wood. He then lit the flames with flint and steel, sparking a small flame which quickly consumed the wood and became an inferno. Jeremiah closed the stove before heading towards the entrance to the stone cylinder.

Inside and slightly sunken into the floor was a large stone tub shaped like a bowl with a drain at the bottom. Rodrig stood there still dressed. He had just got done lighting the candles tucked away in the sconces on the walls. He waved the match in his hands to put it out before tossing it in a nearby rubbish bin.

“Why does she have something like this out in the middle of the forest?” Rodrig said motioning towards the tub. “I would expect something like this in some rich man’s mansion.”

“Well I wouldn’t call her rich but Granny is pretty wealthy.” Jeremiah said. “She’s a famous healer. That salve she gave you is the same stuff used by some royals.” Rodrig had pulled his shirt off half way before he stopped. He looked mortified.

“You let her use that on me?” Rodrig said. “B-b-but I’m just me!”

“So?” Jeremiah said, enjoying Rodrig’s reaction a bit too much. “Believe it or not, the bodies of kings and queens are exactly the same as yours.”

“But if they use it, it must be expensive.” Rodrig said in a whisper. “I can’t even afford to pay you back for everything you’ve done so far. How am I supposed to pay her for world famous healing goop?”

“It’s fine.” Jeremiah said as he stripped off his shirt. “It’s part of her job to help heal those with supernatural abilities we rescue. It’s all paid for by our organization.”

“Nothing is free.” Rodrig said. “Somebody is going to want the money for that junk and when I can’t pay, it’s going to be taken out of my hide. I’ve seen what is done to people who can’t pay back their debt. I’m not using that stuff again. No way.”

Rodrig’s heart rate had become like a war drum. Loud and fast. It almost hurt Jeremiah’s sensitive ears. He tried to think of ways to distract him. Then an evil thought entered his head.

Jeremiah dropped his pants.

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Rodrig was about to give another really good reason why using healing salve was a terrible idea. Images of men who owed money to those more powerful being beaten in the street in front of their own children came to mine. Then for the briefest of moments, his eyes caught sight of Jeremiah’s rather large cock and balls. He immediately turned around, his entire body humming as blood suddenly rushed to his face. There was definitely no denying his worst fears. He was attracted to a man who could turn into a beast. It also meant that bathing together was out of the question.

“Maybe I should go.” Rodrig said. But he didn’t move, because Jeremiah was standing in the way of the only door out. There wouldn’t be enough room for him to pass by him towards the door. Not without pressing up against the big, hairy, muscly, handsome...Rodrig thought to himself that he was completely and utterly fucked.

“Nonsense.” Jeremiah said. Rodrig heard the sound of the tap being turned and the sound of water running. The room suddenly jumped in temperature as the warm water began to fill the room with steam. “If we take turns, there won’t be enough hot water. Besides, the tub is more than big enough for both of us. Now get undressed.”

Rodrig stood still.

“You’ve got thirty seconds before I come over there and rip those clothes off myself” Jeremiah said.

“Then turn around, you big perv!” Rodrig said making eye contact and making sure to keep his eye line above the waist.

“Okay. But if i don’t hear the sound of you hitting the water in the next minute, I'm coming for you.” Jeremiah turned around. Rodrig tried really hard not to take a peak at Jeremiah’s ass. He failed. It was big and had a thin layer of fuzz on it. Rodrig’s mouth went dry.

“Time’s half up.” Jeremiah said, snapping Rodrig out of his daze. Rodrig quickly stripped his shirt off before tossing it to the floor. He dropped his pants next before kneeling down. Getting in the tub with one ankle was an interesting maneuver but he figured it out.

“HOT, HOT, HOT!” Rodrig screamed as he realized the mistake of just plopping himself down into the water.

“There, was that so bad?” Jeremiah said.

Rodrig heard the sound of Jeremiah also lowering himself into the water. Meanwhile, Rodrig was busy taking deep steady breaths, his eyes clenched shut as he waited for his body to get used to the water. Eventually the searing pain subsided and the water just felt warm and comforting. He sighed in relief.

“Hand out. I’m passing you a bar of soap.” Jeremiah said.

Rodrig did as he was told, keeping his eyes averted so as not to see his tub-mate. The bar of soap was placed in his hand with a washcloth. Rodrig got right to work scrubbing his arms.

“I don’t want you to worry about the cost of all this.” Jeremiah said.

“But I-” Rodrig began to say back.

“Let me finish saying this first.” Jeremiah interrupted. There was a sharp authority to his voice that made Rodrig shut his mouth. A feeling of needing to obey swept over him. It was familiar. Like that first night when they met at the bar. A part of him wanted to tell Jeremiah to shut up. To leave him alone. But he held it back and pushed those emotions in a little box in the back of his head like he always did. Nothing but pain ever came from confronting people.

“I’m part of a rather large group of supernatural beings.” Jeremiah said. “We don’t have an official name or anything like that. Originally it was formed out of a need for survival. Different leaders of packs and covens would mee to share information and resources. Help each other to stay safe and prosper in a world where we were hunted. But then, one of our own saved a prince. It was an accident really. The witch didn’t know the person he was saving was royalty. He just saw that someone was in trouble. That random act of kindness spurred a partnership that still exists today.

“The Prince vouched for the supernatural community to his mother, the then Queen. Said that the majority of supernatural beings were just like them, people trying to survive. The Queen, wise beyond her years, saw an opportunity for a partnership. She would offer certain supernatural groups that weren’t a threat protection and land. In exchange they would offer services to the people and the crown.

“My coming to retrieve you is one of those services. Now this next part I don’t say to scare you but to make you understand the why. People like you, Sensitives, if left alone are more often than not taken in by dark elements. Sensitives, because of the nature of their soul, are malleable. They can become hosts to many dark things. Often against their will. Then they become a danger to everyone around them.

“So yes, there is a cost to all of this. The travel. The food. The medicine. But it’s a price that the crown gladly pays to keep the peace.”

Rodrig thought over all this information. The soap and cloth were forgotten as he sat there processing all this new information. He looked up and saw Jeremiah on the opposite end of the tub. He was sitting watching him. His hair wet and plastered against his body. He smiled at Rodrig, giving him a chance to process the information. A dark thought crossed his mind and it came out before he could stop himself. “Wouldn’t it be cheaper to just kill me?”

Jeremiah’s smile dropped. The look of sorrow and pity made Rodrig need to turn away.

“I don’t believe you would say something so vile because you have a cruel heart.” Jeremiah said. “I believe you said it because you’re hurting so much that death feels like it would be a release. But hear me now. I would never entertain something so cruel as to murder someone for something they have no control over. So no Rodrig. I won’t kill you. I will not come for you expecting payment for services rendered. What I do, I don’t do so expecting payment. I do these things because I believe in our cause.”

“But what sort of life will I be able to lead if I’m a danger?” Rodrig said. He felt bitter. Some of the anger he had bottled up pushed through.

Jeremiah sighed. A moment passed before he spoke again.

“I used to be a Sensitive too.” Jeremiah said.

“You what?” Rodrig said. All the thoughts in his head came crashing to a halt as he focused completely on the man opposite him.

“The hole in your spirit that I mentioned the other day, it can also be inhabited by benevolent beings.” Jeremiah said. “When we save a Sensitive, we don’t just keep them in a dungeon away from society. You’re given a choice. Some choose to remain as they are. For those, we have places where they can stay that are warded against evil beings. Some though, like myself, choose to open their soul up for residency to a spirit to form a symbiotic relationship.”

Rodrig sat there stunned. He slowly sank into the water until it covered everything but the top of his head, breathing through his nose as the water covered his mouth. Jeremiah began to lather up his body while Rodrig processed things. This reminded Rodrig he too needed to start scrubbing himself and grabbed the soap from the edge of the tub and got to work himself.

“You said you were a Sensitive. Are you not anymore?”

Jeremiah’s smile returned.

“Senstives in the supernatural community are kind of like caterpillars. They are just the start of what could be. Just like how a butterfly is no longer a caterpillar after it cocoons itself, once a Sensitive takes on a spirit and creates a permanent bond, they turn into something else. For example, when I chose to accept the gift of the werewolf, my soul became one with a wolf spirit.”

“Oh.” Rodrig said. He was suddenly very curious about all the different types of being out there. Then he realized he had washed all he could that wasn’t submerged in the water. “I need to wash my...lower half. Could you look away for a second.”

Jeremiah rolled his eyes, but he did as was asked. Rodrig stood up and started washing his legs.

“How were you turned?” Rodrig asked while lathering up his legs.

“I was bitten while under the full moon.” Jeremiah said.

“Did it hurt?” Rodrig asked. He briefly wondered if these questions were becoming too personal.

“A little,” Jeremiah said. “I still remember it to this day. I was scared but excited at the same time. The bite hurt like hell, but right after it happened, my body grew limp and suddenly I wasn’t there anymore. I was somewhere else. Not physically. The witches call it spirit walking, when your senses temporarily leave your body. My soul was taken to a forest and I was surrounded by wolves. The man who bit me was also there. We walked through the forest with the wolves and one at a time I was introduced to the spirits until I found one that my soul resonated with. It was like meeting someone for the first time and knowing this, this, this. This right here is my best friend. My literal soulmate. And then we merged.”

The way Jeremiah talked about the event filled Rodrig with awe. He sounded so happy. Rodrig couldn’t think of a single memory that filled him with that much joy.

“I still have the scar. If you would like to see.” Jeremiah said.

“Really?” Rodrig asked. He then scolded himself for sounding so excited.

“Sure, it’s here on my right shoulder.” Jeremiah said. He came a little closer before turning around, moving his long black hair to his left shoulder so that Rodrig could easily see the bite mark. It was scarred over, multiple little dots on his skin where the teeth would have pierced his flesh.

For a moment, Rodrig imagined Jeremiah placing his mouth along Rodrig’s neck. He then froze and slowly backed away. He scolded himself for letting such a perverted thought enter his mind. He sank back into the water as nonchalantly as he could. “Thank you for showing me.” Rodrig mumbled.

“No problem.” Jeremiah said. He stood up without warning, giving Rodrig a sudden very close and personal view of Jeremiah’s ass.

“Welp, I'm getting all pruny. I think I'm done washing up.” Jeremiah said. He stepped out of the tub. Rodrig told himself he should look away but couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to touch that butt. Those arms. That chest. Jeremiah began to towel off, not worrying about the fact his nudity was on full display. Finally Jeremiah wrapped the towel around his waist and started walking towards him before offering his hand.

“Here, let me help you out. Don’t worry, I won’t look.” Jeremiah said.

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Jeremiah lied. He did in fact look. In his defense though, the human half of him felt really bad about it. The wolf half did not give a shit and was a lecherous asshole. Or at least that’s what Jeremiah told himself after watching Rodrig get dressed out of the corner of his eye. Rodrig was a bit skinny for his height. Something that Jeremiah had noticed before. Jeremiah wondered if maybe before joining the guard academy, he was malnourished. Rodrig also appeared to have a few scars on his ass and back. They were old scars, having faded a bit. Given that Rodrig was just barely an adult, he would have had to have received them during childhood. A lot of his mannerisms started to make sense. They were defense mechanisms learned from a hard childhood.

Beyond that though, he seemed overall healthy. Minimal body hair though. Well except for the bush around his balls. They hung low and swung around while Rodrig pulled his underwear back on. Jeremiah couldn’t help but notice the small hard on he had to. A dark part of his mind got enjoyment from knowing that it was his body that had aroused Rodrig. The other part of his mind chastised him for thinking such things at such a time.

When Rodrig turned around to grab his shirt, Jeremiah quickly looked away and played the part of the innocent wolfman who was not secretly a Peeping Tom.

“Why do I feel so exhausted?” Rodrig said more to himself than to Jeremiah. “I’ve been sitting in a cart all day. Why do I just want to pass out.”

“You’ve had a long couple of days.” Jeremiah said. “Your body is still recovering from the physical and emotional stress.”

Rodrig sighed but didn’t say anything more. The two left the bath to find a pair of crutches waiting for Rodrig.

“Guess you won’t need me to carry you around anymore.” Jeremiah said in a joking manner.

“That must be a relief for you. Don’t have to lug me around anymore.” Rodrig said completely serious.

It was in fact not a relief. Jeremiah’s wolf practically purred any time their bodies touched. Just like it had done with his three sons before he bit them. The wolf sensed Rodrig’s compatibility. It wanted to make the man pack. But that wasn’t how this worked. So he held back.

“You aren’t as heavy as you think you are.” Jeremiah said before giving a well practiced fake laugh. Rodrig grunted.

Jeremiah kicked himself a little for trying too hard. Rodrig was clearly at the end of his emotional rope. His movements were slow. His shoulders were slumped and he had a look of someone who was about ready to pass out.

“Come on, the guest cabin is this way.” Jeremiah said, leading Rodrig to the smaller of the two cabins.

The guest cabin didn’t have a porch like the bigger one so there was no need to worry about navigating stairs to make it through the front door. The room had two rather large beds against the opposite wall, freshly made and ready for an occupant. In between the space left between the two beds was a small table with two chairs. On said table were two bowls of steaming hot soup, a large loaf of bread, butter and a jar of what Jeremiah assumed was the healing salve Lama said she would leave for them.

A grumbling sound came from both Rodrig and Jeremiah’s stomach at the same time.

“I think our bodies are telling us they are sick of travel rations.” Jeremiah said. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

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Rodrig belched. Everything was delicious. Except the healing salve. They did not eat the healing salve. After dinner, Jeremiah grabbed the salve and popped the top off the jar.

“Shirt off. Back to me.” Jeremiah said.

Rodrig grunted but did as he was told. Jeremiah applied the goop to the cut on his back before retying the wrap holding a fresh cloth over the cut.

“Anything else?” Rodrig said, sounding a little more grumpy then he meant to.

“Just your face. Do you want me to do it for you?”

“No, I can do it myself.” Rodrig grabbed the jar and peeled the bandage off his face before applying some of the salve on his cheek. Jeremiah handed him a new bandage which Rodrig applied to his face a little less gracefully than normal.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Jeremiah said, looking like he was trying not to laugh. Rodrig gave him a death stare but didn’t argue. Instead he went over to the bed and got under the sheets. He didn’t even notice falling asleep.

Not until he woke up and the room was suddenly darker. The only light came from a candle on the nearby table. He was under the sheets. He didn’t remember getting under the sheets. Jeremiah must have tucked him in. The realization made Rodrig feel like trash. He shouldn’t have needed someone to take care of him like that. He should have taken care of himself. This feeling of helplessness was driving him crazy. He told himself he needed to apologize for Jeremiah having to take care of him like a kid. He looked around the room for Jeremiah, but he wasn’t there. There was a note next to the candle though. Rodrig stretched out his back and legs before grabbing the crutches and hobbling his way over to the table.

“Went on a midnight run. If you hear howling, don’t worry. That’s just me.” The note read.

Rodrig sat down next to the note. He wondered if Jeremiah was talking about a regular run or if Jeremiah had shifted. Then he saw Jeremiah’s pants and shirt by the door and realized it was probably a wolf run. Unless Jeremiah liked to run around the forest naked. That brought images from earlier in the day popping up in his head. Rodrig had to pinch himself to get his mind off of a naked Jeremiah running through the woods naked.

“No. Not happening.” Rodrig told himself. “Not one bit. Get that out of your head right now.”

A scratching sound came at the door. Rodrig jumped as the sudden noise startled him. He knocked the table with his leg and the candle began to fall. Rodrig grabbed it at the last minute, putting it back in place. He yelped in pain as a second later his brain registered that he now had burning hot candle wax smeared on his hand. He waved it back and forth to try and get the wax off.

The scratching came again. Rodrig stood up, holding his crutch above his head ready to strike as he looked towards the door. Then he heard a low canine whine. The first thought that came to Rodrig’s head was that Jeremiah was outside the door. He became worried. Should he open the door? Would Jeremiah be the monster that chased him through the woods? Or would he be full wolf? Was he about to see Jeremiah transform? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

He was distracted by the sound of loud popping and guttural growls that slowly morphed into groans. As the groans slowly morphed from beastly to human, Rodrig began to realize that voice didn’t belong to Jeremiah. There was a werewolf on the other side of the door. One he didn’t know and in a few seconds, it would have the ability to open the door.

He quickly hobbled over to the door, his crutch forgotten. He slammed into the door and quickly pushed the deadbolt in place. He then slid down to the floor, suddenly finding it hard to stay standing. He sat with his back to the door, covering his mouth and nose to try and calm his breathing.

The popping and grunting stopped and a second later, a fist pounded on the other end of the door.

“Jeremiah.” an unknown voice said. The accent sounded like it came from one of the countries from the west. “Open the door. It’s Alfonse.”

The doorknob turned and whoever was on the other end tried to push the door open. The door jiggled with more force than he thought. Then there was silence. And then a low growl.

“I can hear your heart beating on the other side of this door.” The voice said. A low snarl followed. “Tell me where Jeremiah is or I will rip this door off its hinges.”

Rodrig turned around and started pushing himself away from the door. His arms had goosebumps and his chest felt like it had a weight in it. His forehead was wet with sweat.

“What do you want?” Rodrig finally was able to call out.

“I want to know where my father is!” The man’s voice roared through the door. “I can smell his scent! He was here! What did you do with him!”

The door started to shake as the hinges groaned. Rodrig found himself hiding under the table, holding onto one of the legs for dear life. The hinges slowly were ripped from their hinges. The sound of splintering and cracking wood roared through the cabin. The door fell inward and crashed to the ground, shaking the floor. Standing in the doorway was a naked man, but his body wasn’t normal. Large patches of light brown fur covered his arms, chest and legs. His hands were tipped with large black claws. His mouth hung open as it panted for air. His teeth were long and sharp. His eyes glowed a deep crimson red. Rodrig briefly met the man beast’s eyes. The mystery man took one step forward. Rodrig was frozen, his entire body tensed up. There were no coherent thoughts going on in his mind at that time. Just the emotion of pure terror.

“Alfonse?” Jeremiah's voice said.

The wolf man stopped in his tracks and turned around. Standing behind the stranger was Jeremiah, also nude. He was looking at Alfonse. Then Rodrig. Then Alfonse again.

“Jeremiah?” the stranger said. The fur and claws began to shrink away as the man returned to a normal human. He ran out of the cabin and jumped into Jeremiah’s arms.

“What are you doing here?” Jeremiah asked.

The stranger said something Rodrig couldn’t hear, his face buried in Jeremiah’s shoulder. Rodrig’s body was moving on its own at that point. He crawled to a door he hadn’t opened yet. He fumbled with the doorknob before flinging it open. It was an empty closet. He threw himself in and closed the door before curling into a ball in the dark closet and trembling as he started sobbing.

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“What are you doing here?” Jeremiah asked his first son.

“We got the report that Bright Rock had attacked their watcher.” Alfonse mumbled into his shoulder. “They have declared all supernaturals to be enemies to be killed on sight. Nobody knew if you were safe or not. I ran after you as soon as I heard the news.” His youngest son’s voice was moving quickly and was filled with breathy sobs. He hugged the man, patting him on the head.

Alfonse was about as tall as Jeremiah. He wasn’t quite as muscle bound as he was but still quite large compared to most men. His bright red hair was cut short, otherwise it began to curl into a mop. He had a small amount of stubble on his chin. It prickled against Jeremiah’s neck as Alfonse rubbed his head against him.

The sound of a slam pulled both of them out of the moment. Alfonse let go of Jeremiah and they both looked around. Rodrig was no longer under the table. Jeremiah took a step into the cabin, looking around. He could hear the soft sounds of sobbing and a heartbeat that was beating like a drum at the summer festival. It was coming from the closet.

“Damn it.” Jeremiah said.

“What is going on?” Lama called out. She was peering out the window from her cabin and was wearing a matching nightgown and nightcap. “Why are you naked? What is Angry Wolf doing here? AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE DOOR?”

“It was...I just–” Alfonse stammered back.

While Lama proceeded to scream at Alfonse, Jeremiah began to approach the closet door. Rodrig’s breathing was uneven, he was hyperventilating.

“Rodrig?” Jeremiah called through the door. “It’s okay. It was just a misunderstanding. I promise. You’re safe.”

Jeremiah grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open as he slowly started to open the door. It suddenly was pulled close.

“Get away from me!” Rodrig screamed through the door.

“Okay. Okay. It’s okay.” Jeremiah said, pushing a bit of the Wild into his voice. Trying to push calming energy into the words.

“Stop it! Stop using your fucking magic on me!” Rodrig screamed. The Wild being repelled back at him. It was laced with pure panic.

“Rodrig, I-”

“Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Get out of my head! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! JUST GO!” Rodrig’s voice tore from the closet. There was a pounding sound on the door, like Rodrig was slamming his fist against it.

“I’ll be outside if you need me.” Jeremiah said as softly as he could while still being loud enough that Rodrig would hear before backing away and heading outside.

“Granny, I’ll fix it. I swear.” Alfonse said. He now wore a pair of pants. Alfonse must have brought his wolf pack, a special backpack that could fit on the back of a wolf and carry some clothes and money. It was usually only used when a wolf had to head somewhere quick. Alfonse must have run straight here from their territory. Jeremiah grabbed his own pants and slipped them on before stepping outside.

“You’re damn right you will fix my door. You’re going to be doing a lot more than that to make up for the fact that you scared me half to death.” Lama was waving a fluffy pink slipper in her hand. If Alfonse was closer, Jeremiah had no doubt that she would be beating the young man with it.

“Alfonse.” Jeremiah said. “What did you do?”

Alfonse looked over to his father. He took a step back after seeing the death glare Jeremiah was pointing his way. Alfonse scrunched himself up trying to make himself look smaller. “After we got the report, we were all afraid you were in danger.” Alfonse began to explain. “I told the others I would follow after you. To make sure you were safe. I stopped by the watcher 's posts along the way to see if I could scent you. When I got here, I caught your scent and figured you were in the guest cabin. So I started knocking. And then there was this unknown scent. I started calling you but got no answer. I panicked and thought that they had hurt you.”

“Why?” Jeremiah said. He was angry. Angry that his son would do something so stupid. Especially when he was more level headed then this. Then it dawned on him. The Watcher was only attacked 2 days ago. The pack territory was still 5 days walk from here. There was only one way that he could have gotten here so quickly.

“Alfonse. No. Please tell me you didn’t use an enhancement potion.” Jeremiah said.

Alfonse did not answer.

“Granny, do you have an oral tranquilizer? ” Jeremiah asked. “My son has been traveling nonstop on performance enhancing drugs and probably hasn’t slept for at least a day.”

“Father, I-” Alfonse began to say.

“Not now Alfonse.” Jeremiah said. “You have no idea what damage you’ve done. On top of that, you’re hyped up on a cocktail meant to keep soldiers on the front lines of battle ready to kill for days on end. Now you almost attacked the Sensitive I’ve been charged with protecting. On top of that, you just re-traumatized him after he was bound, gagged and stabbed less than half a week ago.”

Alfonse did not have a response to that. Lama told the young werewolf to come inside. Jeremiah headed back to the guest cabin. Rodrig had not left the closet. The hyperventilating had eased into a sobbing fit. When Jeremiah’s foot made the wooden floor creak, Rodrig gasped and started to make a sort of whimpering sound.

“Hi.” Jeremiah said. “I won’t try to open the closet again. But it can’t be comfortable in there. Can I get you a blanket and pillow? I’ll leave it by the door so you can grab it when you’re ready.”

No answer.

“Tap once for no, twice for yes.”

No answer. Then two knocks on the door.

Jeremiah pulled a pillow and the comforter from the bed. He folded the comforter up and placed it by the door and set the pillow on top.

“I’m stepping away from the door.” Jeremiah said, making sure to make plenty of noise so that Rodrig could hear him step away. A couple of minutes passed but eventually the closet door opened just a creek. A hand slipped out and grabbed the blanket and pillow before pulling them in and closing the door. Jeremiah sat on the opposite side of the room, watching the door.

“Where is the boy?” Lama asked as she stepped in the cabin. She was still wearing her nightgown but had her leather boots on.

Jeremiah pointed towards the closet.

“He panicked.” Jeremiah said. “And now he won’t leave the closet.”

“I don’t blame him.” Lama said. “Someone just ripped off a door to attack him.” “I’m so sorry Granny. I’ll pay for all the repairs.” “The door is not what I’m worried about right now.” She said, “I need to make sure he’s not injured.”

Jeremiah got up and both he and Lama approached the door.

“Rodrig.” Jeremiah said. “We need to make sure you aren't injured. May we open the door?”

No answer. Then the sound of shuffling and some grunting. And then the door opened. Rodrig had the comforter wrapped around his upper body. His eyes and nose poked through a small hole at the top of the wrap he had made of himself. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and his body was shaking. Lama offered her hand. Rodrig reached out and took it but his eyes never left Jeremiah’s. Rodrig was terrified. Whatever trust they had built, Alfonse had destroyed in a matter of seconds.

#gay werewolf #gay #romance #creative writing

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eddieheart · 2 years

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SISTER WIVES

Fandom: Shameless

Pairings: background Kev x V

Words: 1007

Description: When Ethel gets fostered so does another sister wife. Alt 1- may 27 2022 - July 23 2022

GILLIAN

"This is Ethel." The room stood still the people were clearly shocked to see her. They were expecting something- someone different.

"And this is Gillian." Time passed quickly after that, nothing much happened- save for Ethel jumping into bed with Mr. Kevin.

Ethel was always quick to follow rules, she was born in the cult. My mother moved us in when I was ten. Up until then I had lived a normal life. I was a fairly average kid except that I hit puberty really young and was quite mature for my age.

I was married off when I was only thirteen, three years after moving in. Ethel a few years after me. She always seemed so happy for me, Ethel because I had married the amazing Clive before she did.

We were the same age when I arrived so we became fast friends, then like sisters.

I never wanted to marry Clive or have his children, but I did anyway. I don't care what Ethel does, but if Mr. Kevin comes anywhere near me I'll kill him, or just chop his dick off.

Everything I did there was for survival except for loving Ethel. I never thought I'd have family that close. My mother was a drug addict who, at the drop of a hat, decided to join a cult and marry me off.

I spent most of my life taking care of her, so I did what I had to do. I married Clive and never worried my mother would start using again.

I lay on my side, curled up in the makeshift bed they prepared for me. I stare at Ethel and sigh. I reach into my bag a picture, of me and my babies, my eyes start to tear. I fold it up and slip in my breast pocket before finally getting some sleep.

Things were normal for quite a few days, doing chores, talking with Ethel and not much more. It was a Friday when Mr. Kevin and Mrs. V said we'ed be going to the neighbours for dinner.

I put on the same dress as always and walked over with Ethel and our foster parents.

The house is quite odd in my opinion. There's two red heads, a bond boy (who's not yet arrived) a brunet girl, a little pervert and a black baby. They all live together without parents and do practically whatever they please. It's nice, homey.

We're sitting on the couch waiting for dinner when one of them starts to speak to me.

"So you're Gillian right?" I look up, at the littlest redhead.

"Yes I am, and you are?" I ask.

"Oh I'm Debbie. So you and Ethel are sister wives?" I nod and smile painfully.

"Yes we are." She nods to herself in thought.

I hear the door creek open and a tall blond boy walks in. His knuckles are red and a hand rolled cigarette hangs loosely from his lips.

He looks up and sneers slightly. He turns to face the the other ginger with a questioning glance.

"The fuck are these people?" He asked calmly. His accent is slightly unexpected, it's much thicker than the others'.

"Lip this is Gillian and Ethel, they're V and Kev'a new fosters." He looks down on me with the same confused look and I stare back defiantly .

"Eh guys dinner!" The younger kids piled through yelling and kicking about.

I walk over slowly and take an empty seat at the table next to Ethel. She smiles at me reassuringly.

The eldest- Fiona as I've learned, brings out dinner. It's as we're sitting and eating that the boy- 'Lip' speaks.

"So what's it like being a sister wife?" He smirks slightly.

"Oh I just love it! It's truest an honour to share our husband and our children." Ethel replies with a huge smile.

"Kids? You never said anything about kids?" Mr. Kevin asks.

"Yes I have a son named Jonah." She said voiced filled with pride.

"And you Gillian?" Asked Mr. Kevin. I nod sadly.

"Yes I had three." My voice is soft as tear threaten to spill over.

"Had?" V asks softly.

"The first was a boy named Jeremiah, the second was a little girl Maria and the last was little Joseph. Maria died shortly after childbirth, she had an infection and couldn't breath and the church wouldn’t take her to a hospital. Jeremiah was nearly killed when I tried to escape the first time, after that they wouldn't let me out side. When I had Joseph my husband, Clive, made me give him away to another wife who couldn't have children." The table is quiet.

“It’s an honour to share our children, Joseph was better off with our sister. Clive said what happened to Jeremiah was God’s punishment for trying to leave. I was so worried for you when you disappeared, I’m glad I told Clive.” I look to Ethel.

Shock and anger corses through me like ocean waves.

“You told them? I trusted you! How could you do that?” My voice strains. Mr. Kevin and Mrs. V look between each other.

I stand quickly from my chair, it screams as it scrapes the floor. I face Ethel, desperation laces through my voice.

“How could you! I trusted you!” My hand reaches out on instinct, the first thing I grab is a plate.

I swing it at her head and it breaks on her. She lets out a scream, the younger kids yell in shock. I lunge towards her screaming, I can fell someone’s hands holding me back.

“Jeremiah almost died! My baby almost died! You almost killed my baby!” I’m screaming and kicking now.

My legs seem to give out where I stand and I fall to my knees. I sob loudly, my heart breaks in two.

I can feel someone petting my hair gently along with whispers in my ear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.”

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baptistsuicidewidow · 6 months

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Every night

going to bed I think about Jeremiah. I don't know why right before sleeping is when my brain wishes to think of him most.

there was a song from the sleepless in seattle soudtrack that reminds me of such a thing:

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"When the sun is high in the afternoon sky You can always find something to do But from dusk till dawn as the clock ticks on Something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide world is fast asleep You lie awake and think about the boy And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson You'd be his if only he'd call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss him most of all

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson You'd be his if only he'd call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss him most of all"

Then I got to thinking about the baby. I get to see the baby on the ultrasound November 7! I am excited to know which gender... If its a girl, I am naming her Hope. If its a boy I was thinking Job. I want my second baby to have as much of a chance to have a happy thriving life, even without a dad. As a former fan of conservative talkshows I have heard the statistics about the ones without fathers. TBH raising kids without their dad was my biggest fear/was why I waited so long to get married. I married the most righteous-God-loving guy I had ever met, and still this has happened. The whole ditching his kids thing. I still cant wrap my head around his wanting to kill himself, knowing that he was a father.

I read today in the Bible in Proverbs 17:6, "Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers."

How did he talk himself into killing himself knowing he would curse his children like that? I will never understand that, and neither will our kids.

Anyway. Today I got my haircut for the first time since before I got married. I am not wearing my ring anymore, since it seems to be a lie. The fact is, Jeremiah broke up with me, by ending his life. So I needn't keep my hair the way he likes, or wear the ring that correlates with the one that's buried in the cemetery.

Isaiah had his second haircut today too. He sat all by himself and remained calm the entire time. It was remarkable. He is so handsome and so smart and so sweet. I just cant understand how Jeremiah said goodbye to him forever, knowing how much Isaiah needed him.

The best I have is to let the kids know that their dad got mentally sick. Since that was the case. Or idk what all to say and when. I'm still wondering and I have several years to figure it out before they realize how different they are from other kids.

So the names are Hope, and Job. Being called Care all my life really helped me learn to live to embody how to care. And has taught me the importance of my life verse, 1 Peter 5:7, "Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you."

So Hope is what she will need.

Job is the book in the Bible that explains the unexplainable happening to us here on Earth, and Job shows us exactly the appropriate posture before our mighty God, regardless of our own lack of understanding for God's decision-making.

I should HOPE that JOB would find comfort in that book especially, understanding his place in this world (and the next) is bowing down at God's feet.

So color me finally excited for this pregnancy! Once we know if its pink or blue, things will be easier to shift in my storage unit, looking at onesies might get more fun, all that stuff will be clearer, thankfully. And we will have a better estimated due date. So yes I am getting more excited for this pregnancy.

"Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward." Psalm 127:3

#coping with grief #dealing with grief #grief poetry #grief/mourning #griefandloss #Youtube

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loafies-loft · 3 years

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Cat Boy Fish Boy Orphaned Boy

#anxious cuz my cat is gonna have babies soon #she's still a wild cat and she's young #so I hope she doesn't abandon them or try to kill em #I like cats but I love birds more #sadly certain birds that I love are illegal to own where I live #anyway I'm still workin on some other art #Mazon #TK #Jeremiah #ríen ocs #Peskana #original characters #ocs #ALIENS #fish boy #cat boy #babby

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attllhak · 3 years

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Adoption AU - Lullaby Reacts to Time’s Batman Level Adoption Bullshit

@tortilla-of-courage I offer you mercy. Also no one mentioned wanting to be tagged on the last story on this series so it’s just you for right now I guess.

Also, this fic is called ‘Aunt Lullaby/Uncle Sheik On Time’s Sudden Acquisition Of Kids’ in my docs, but I’ve been using the ‘Batman-Level Adoption Bullshit’ for so long that this is the title now.

Also! Some of the boys have some heavy topics to their backstories (Wars comes to mind as an example), so let me know if I need to tag this with certain warnings or stuff. Nothing is actually shown, but I figured I’d just put that out there.

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Lullaby, who was still just Zelda then, had been very excited when Time, then just Link, had called her to tell her that Malon was pregnant.

She had gotten the call first, as Link had found it important that she knew before anyone else. After everything else in his life, he said, he wanted the person who he knew would always be there for him to know first, and that he was going to be making a few other calls later that day.

Link had never had an easy life. When his father died when he was 10, he’d ended up devastated. Zelda and her Aunt Impa had found him hiding in an alley a few days after, once he’d run away from the social workers. His sister Navi had been with him, and the two were sorting through the very few bits of snack food they’d had. Link’s father had been a foster parent for a lot of strays, orphans, or abused kids needing another place to stay. Link had fallen into the orphan category, and so the social workers had planned to cycle him back into the system. He’d lost contact with his sister Saria, whom he still hadn’t found out how to make contact with again, and so all he had was Navi. Impa had taken them both in on the spot, much to the annoyance of Zelda’s father initially, but the two grew on him. Navi went missing when Link and Zelda had been 17, after an issue with a man who really had wanted to see them both dead. Link hadn’t given up hope yet, but with every passing year it looked worse and worse for her to be okay.

Zelda had known Malon from day one, and had loved Link’s wife and was so happy to see him find that bit of happiness. The one thing she knew he wanted more than anything else was to have a solid, stable family of his own.

The pregnancy was a wonderful bit of news, and she couldn’t be happier for her brother.

She had spent some time over at their house, her then-girlfriend Ruto coming as well, helping Malon with some of the housework and such since she wasn’t supposed to be doing too much of the ranch work while pregnant.

She had arrived at the hospital less than thirty minutes after she got the call that Malon was in labor, and spent the time pacing in the hall, then supporting Link when he got kicked out after panicking too much. Apparently Malon had enough of him.

She could relate.

After Link had his whole ‘we made a whole baby person’ moment where his brain short-circuited after he was handed his son, the next person who got to hold him was Zelda. A chubby baby, who slept almost the whole time. He had his mother’s nose, thank Hylia.

Zelda saw him open his eyes only once that day, and she could swear she saw in his cobalt-silver eyes that same spark in his father’s eye. Singular, since Link only had the one.

Zelda’s family had a long tradition of naming their kids after family members. Her name was her grandmother’s and her great-grandmother’s, so on so forth. Her father had been pressing to pick a family name the entire pregnancy. Her mother had kept telling him to back off a little. Fortunately, Malon’s family also had a set of passed down names, hers being one of them. So the idea of naming the child after family wasn’t a big deal for her, even if it was a different set of names.

However, there was one thing to take into account here, and that was Link’s family.

No one knew what the naming traditions in his family were, he didn’t even know his birth parent’s names. But that didn’t change the desire to find a way to work them in too.

There was only one name from Link’s family that anyone knew.

The baby was named Link.

Zelda’s father stopped complaining a week later. Her mother was very clear about it.

At Zelda and Ruto’s wedding seven years later, Link Jr. was the ring bearer.

Junior stopped being his nickname when he was thirteen.

(---)

Zelda got a call from Link Sr. about a day after it happened with a simple request.

“Who was in charge of the paperwork when your family adopted me?”

Zelda blinked once, then twice. “Come again?”

“The lawyer who arranged for my adoption, who was that?” Link asked again.

“Why?” Zelda asked, her wife leaning around the doorframe to give her a concerned look. Zelda shot her a thumbs up.

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone. “I think I’ve acquired another son,”

Zelda came over.

This new nephew of hers, apparently, was a sweet boy. A series of scars littered his entire left side, burn and explosive damage if she were to guess, and he had no idea how he got them. He had amnesia. The one thing he did know was his name.

His name was Link.

Zelda had to take a minute. She was trying very hard not to laugh. This was exactly the kind of luck her brother had.

“Zelda, stop mocking me, this wasn’t my call,” Link whined, though he’d never say it was a whine.

“Link, you have to see the humour here,” she gasped, waving at the two boys in the living room where Jr. was trying to show Scars how to use a lasso. This was Zelda’s idea, but she wasn’t taking responsibility for it.

Link just sighed heavily. “Link found him on the street. Malon looked into it and his parents died in a car crash a year ago, he has nowhere to go. We’ve agreed to let him stay, you understand that,”

Zelda nodded, sobering up some. “Yeah, I get that, kinda. The lawyer we hired was named Rauru, Mom should have his contact information still, you should call her,”

Link sighed, relieved. “Thank you,”

“Of course, just don’t make it a habit,”

(---)

The first inclination this would be a habit was a year later.

Wild, the younger of his sons, was in the same class as another boy named Link. This boy had lived with his uncle his whole life, and got the call his uncle died when at school. Sheik was about ready to punch someone for doing that to the boy, and just before christmas no less.

Wild brought him home, insisting he could stay at least for the holidays. The agreement wasn’t even a question, there was no way he was going to be forced to spend a holiday at an orphanage.

When Sheik and Ruto showed up on christmas day, not that their family cared much for christmas but they were all off anyways, the newest Link had been named Legend.

He was a little more shy than the others, understandably, and a little snappish.

Not a bad kid, just one grieving and in need of family. That was something their family had never hesitated to provide.

Sheik’s mother teaching him how to spin a butterfly knife was probably not the wisest decision, but considering Rottla heard a therapist say “Your kids are traumatized, they need to feel safe again,” and decided to sign them up for every martial arts she could, well, it should have been a sign that she wasn’t the best in that regard. Time, Link Sr., had made it very clear he felt Sheik took after her. Sheik had no idea what his brother was talking about.

Legend didn’t leave after that. One call to Rauru, and Legend was a permanent member of the family.

Sheik took great pride in being the favorite Uncle of Legend’s, after his late guardian of course. He pointedly ignored that he was the only Uncle, and only part-time.

Time could suck it.

(---)

Lullaby, since so many of her nephews’ friends were named Zelda apparently, received a call at five am.

True, she knew her brother and his wife woke up at sunrise to do yard work and such, but usually they were kind enough to let her sleep in.

Not so this morning.

“Wha?” She mumbled into the phone, trying, and failing, to not wake her wife.

“Zelda,” came Malon’s clipped tone through the receiver, “do you know about a missing person’s case for one Jerimiah Smith?”

Zelda blinked heavily, and had to convince herself not to go back to sleep. Who, why did Malon care? It was five am, the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“Why?” She asked to buy time, still working on a quarter of thought. Ruto rolled over and held her. Not helping, Ruto.

“I have a Link Smith in my barn claiming that his grandfather went missing, and he’s run away from a temporary foster home,” Malon explained, and okay that was worth waking up for.

Lullaby sat up, pushing Ruto’s arm from her waist to her lap, causing her wife to grumble, and turned on the lamp, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “Okay, okay pause. Pause and back up,” she half-swallowed a yawn, squinting into her bedroom. “What is going on?”

“I got up to do some work, since Link is still asleep, and I came into the barn to find a boy asleep in the hay, here you are,” her voice dropped away from the receiver, likely talking to the boy in question, then came back. “So I found a boy in the hay, and I woke him up. He says his name is Link Smith, and he was living with his grandfather since his father was overseas in the military. His father wasn’t home enough to care for him, so his grandfather had sole custody after his mother died or something, there was a lot of tears at this part. Anyways, his grandfather went missing a week ago, and he’s been through three foster homes and none of them were very accepting of, he apparently has a ‘mental thing’ that he’s dealing with. I was wondering if you could confirm his story?”

Lullaby leaned over the bed, grumbling, and grabbed her laptop, Ruto giving up on getting her back to bed and sliding up the headboard with her to drape over her shoulders while she pulled up Firefox. “Hold on,” she told her sister in law, plugging the name into Google. Jeremiah Smith, went missing a week ago, blah blah blah, oh there we go.

Link Smith, grandson of Jerimiah Smith, left in limbo after his grandfather’s disappearance. Oh, that was interesting. According to this article, which most certainly was breaking some privacy laws and if Link Smith was staying it would be coming down, the boy had multiple personality disorder.

“Yeah, he’s telling the truth,” Lullaby said, switching the phone to her other ear so Ruto could nuzzle up better without bumping it. “Also, I found his weird ‘mental thing’. According to this article, which I’m pretty sure isn’t legal, he’s got dissociative identity disorder,”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Ruto mumbled, still mostly asleep on her shoulder.

“No, not really. He’s actually more likely to be in danger than a danger,” she twisted to kiss her wife’s head, then went back to Malon. “He probably really needs someone who’ll be supportive enough through all this, both the disappearance and his condition. DID isn’t something easy to live with, I can see him having some issues with foster parents,” Lullaby had never been so glad that she got bored one day and decided to look it up after she heard people talk about it so negatively. You never know when information like that would be useful.

“He’s fine to take in?” Malon whispered after a moment. “I just, the other boys,”

“Will need to be patient, but unless one of his alters is particularly bad for dealing with threats, perceived or otherwise, in an unkind way then he’s fine and safe to be around. I’d ask him about that, but don’t force him to admit anything that can be bad for him, but I don’t see any more risk than taking in Wild or Legend,”

Malon sighed on the other end of the line. “Alright, I’ll bring him in and wake up Link, so he can call Rauru about all this while I sit with him and try and get him to relax,”

“Wonderful, I’ll call the office and see about what I can do about this article then. And for the record, if you ever call me at asscrack of dawn o’clock in the morning again, then next time we meet I’m clocking you,”

Malon had the nerve to laugh.

Four, as he’d been nicknamed by the time Lullaby and Ruto showed up to meet him, was a fascinating person. Green, the host of his system, was a brave, if occasionally airheaded, boy who wanted to try everything, and had been fascinated by his grandfather’s old-timey forge. Time had plans to make one in the yard for him. Red, the emotional and spiritual protector of the system, was empathetic and sweet and compassionate. No one had a bad word to say about Red. Vio, short for Violet, was the gatekeeper for the system and kept the four of them working on the same page. Bright and clever boy, his nose stuck in a book most of the time and willing to offer up the most random and yet useful information. Blue, the physical protector, was a little gruff and definitely someone you just got used to, but he cared deeply about his ‘brothers’ as they called each other, and the external brothers he acquired grew on him quickly enough too. It was a bit of a fight to get custody of him, but Rauru was the best there was, so it was only a week or two before the paperwork was going through for him.

Lullaby had a feeling this wasn’t the end by a long shot, and prayed that Hylia would be merciful about granting Time’s wish for a family.

She was going a little overboard.

(---)

Sheik wasn’t surprised in the least at the newest addition when he walked in the one day. No, mostly he was just confused as to why he hadn’t gotten a phone call before he got there.

Usually there was a phone call.

He was very upset by the way the boy looked, however.

This new addition, Warriors as he’d learn later that Time acquired yet another Link, was curled up in the corner of the couch with his scarf wrapped around him like a blanket, clearly trying not to be seen. Voices floated out of the kitchen, and Sheik picked up that Twilight brought him home, and was lobbying for a new brother.

Ah, that’s why there was no phone call.

Ruto went to investigate the conversation, so Sheik decided to introduce himself to his newest nephew.

Upon closer inspection, the boy looked about Twilight’s age, and had a bruise on his temple, maybe a day or two old now. Looking closer saw a few more on the left side of the boy’s face. Someone hit him, with purpose.

Sheik sat down next to him and said nothing, waiting for him to make the first move. Eventually, he poked his head out of his scarf.

“Hello,” Sheik offered once it became clear he wouldn’t be saying anything.

“Hullo,” he mumbled into the fabric, glancing away and back at his feet.

“My name is Sheik,” Sheik offered lightly. “Time is my brother,”

The boy looked up, eying him. “Twilight is your nephew?”

“Yes, he is,” Sheik nodded, smiling at him. “You’re a friend of his?”

The boy shrugged. “Kinda,” a beat of silence passed, then he shifted around. “He said I’d be safe here,”

“You will be,” Sheik agreed, trying to be comforting. “I can assure you of that,”

He hummed and snuggled back into his scarf.

“May I, if this isn’t overstepping, can I ask why you need somewhere to be safe?” Sheik asked after a moment.

He tensed up, eyes darting to him and at the doorway, and then back, wide eyes a little panicked.

Sheik was just about to apologize when the boy spoke.

“I ran away from home,” he admitted, looking away. “My uh, my parents aren’t, great people. I can’t go back, so I need somewhere else to go. Twi said I could be safe here, that his parents would fight for me,”

“They will,” Sheik said with enough conviction it almost startled him. “I know my brother, and he can’t turn away from someone in need, and his wife is the most strong willed woman I’ve ever met. You won’t find another pair of people more willing to go to war for you than them.”

He blinked at Sheik, then nodded, relaxing a little. “And, if my parents come for me?”

Sheik grinned. “My family is very rich, and we have a small army of very good lawyers. You won’t be going back there, I assure you,”

He smiled, and leaned over towards Sheik a little. “I’m Link,”

Of course you are, Sheik thought. He held out an arm for ‘Link’ to lean into, not getting attached to the name since it would be changing. The boy leaned into his side easily, deflating against him with a sigh. He looked so tired.

“Link,” Sheik asked carefully, watching his words. “Can I ask about the bruises on your face?”

The boy blinked up at him, biting his lip.

“They uh, my dad did that,” he admitted in a small voice, curling into Sheik’s side, and the sheikah pulled him in close to his side, hoping to provide the comfort Link was seeking. “Right before I left. I packed up and went through the window. My twin sister is still there, and I’m a little worried about her, but I can’t go back again. I, he,” he paused, sucking in a breath. Sheik rubbed his arm and side, trying to help him calm down, ignoring the tears on his shirt.

“I thought he was going to kill me,” Link finally admitted in a small, scared voice.

Sheik knew he never had very many parental instincts, and he and Ruto agreed no kids before they even got engaged, but for the first time ever Sheik felt that flare that Time and Malon described everytime something threatened their kids. It was then and there Sheik decided this boy would be part of their family, whether Time was the one who took him in or not. No kid should have to say that and mean it. No kid should be scared their parent was going to kill them.

Oh, the lawyers Sheik was planning on bringing down on whoever these assholes were would be many.

Time took the boy in, as Sheik predicted (thankfully), and sure enough the immediate support was immense. His parents never even put out a missing persons report. Sheik added child negligence to his list of growing charges to lay out.

Two months after Warriors moved in, he got a call from his sister. She got out and was safe now, and wanted to be sure he was as well. This made him very relieved. They met up once or twice, and seemed to be getting back to normal.

Two weeks later, Legend and Wild got suspended distracting Warriors’ parents so Twilight could sneak him out the back of the school. Four didn’t get suspended, but only because when Vio messed with the security cameras to cover up the escape he didn’t get caught. Time took all three out for ice-cream and junk food when he picked them up.

Lullaby saw an opportunity and took it without hesitation. Lawyers were called and organized, and without much wait there was an order for both of them to appear in court on child abuse and negligence charges. The kidnapping charge laid against them in retaliation was almost laughable.

A few weeks later, Time and Malon had full custody of Warriors pending a proper criminal trial for full punishment of his parents, at which time Linkle, Warriors’ twin sister, planned to testify as well. If they couldn’t get things settled before Warriors turned 18, then they planned to push through an adult adoption the day he did. A birthday present, Time had said. Lullaby laughed.

(---)

Sky was probably the most skittish of Time’s sons.

Lullaby wasn’t sure entirely why he was so skittish, but he was. He reminded her of a bird, or a rodent, or a cat who really, really didn’t want to interact with new people.

She had been briefed before she visited on Sky’s background. His social worker had been having trouble setting him up with a home where he’d stay for longer than a week or so, and in a last ditch effort had asked Time and Malon, with their long track record of housing troubled and unhousable youths, if they could take one more. They agreed.

Sky apparently had a friend, a bit of a troublemaker if Lullaby guessed correctly, who had gotten the two arrested. Time mentioned the event had Sky concerned about being ‘too much trouble’ and that ‘they’d get rid of him too’ or something. Time said this was ridiculous, as Sky caused him the least amount of trouble, but the boy was concerned about being thrown away again. He apparently had a few self-worth issues.

Lullaby found him on the back porch talking to the birds. Not in any human language, mind you, and Lullaby spoke many, but cooing and chirping back at them. He seemed very happy and at ease like that, singing at the birds.

“Do you mind if I join you?” She asked in a whisper during a pause in the conversation.

Sky jumped, eyes wide, and he squirmed a little when he saw her. “Uh, sure, I guess,”

She sat on the other end of the bench next to him, and calmly went back to watching the birds, and him interacting with them. He seemed much more at ease here than he did with people.

“Did you need something?” He asked, after a while, letting a blue jay grab a peanut from his hand.

“Not specifically,” she shook her head. “I had wanted to meet you, but nothing else,”

He blinked at her a little dumbly.

“Why would you want to meet me?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked back, not sure what he was trying to say.

“Well, I mean, I’m not exactly special. And, it’s not like I’m staying,”

“I think you’re pretty special, most people can’t get birds to land on their hands like that,” Lullaby said gently, not liking how he spoke about himself. “And why would you think you aren’t staying?”

“I never stay,” he admitted, turning his eyes back to the birds, frowning. “No one ever considers me worth the effort,”

“You are very much worth the effort,” Lullaby countered, trying her best to keep her face soft instead of pinching up. “Trust me, however much effort you are, it is nowhere near the level of your brothers. Time wouldn’t have taken you in if he didn’t want you,”

“He’s just doing Impa a favour,” he said glumly, offering up more birdseed to the birds. “I won’t be staying forever,”

“I’m sure my brother has explained why that’s bullshit,” Lullaby said bluntly.

“But, I got arrested,” he mumbled.

“So have three of your brothers,” Lullaby pointed out. “Regularly. For much worse things. I promise you, that is not an issue,”

“But,”

“If you are going to say something bad about yourself again then I’m telling you right now I’m not going to listen to it,” Lullaby cut him off. “Time has told me a lot about you, and all of it is how much he loves you,”

“Really?” Sky looked up at her.

“You cause him the least amount of headaches of all his sons,” Lullaby smiled. “He adores you,”

Sky turned away, clearly trying to think that over.

“How about you tell me more about the things you enjoy doing,” Lullaby suggested.

“Huh?” Sky asked, turning back to her.

“I’d like to get to know more about what makes my nephew happy,” she smiled.

“Why?”

“Well, I’d be a bad aunt if I didn’t, especially since you’ll be sticking around,”

Sky looked like he didn’t believe her, but told her about his woodcarving anyways.

Lullaby was happy that as time went on Sky became less skittish and self-deprecating. He was a sweet kid, and as he got more comfortable and confident more of his true colours started showing through.

She felt a bit bad for Time, though. Apparently he was as prone to chaos as his brothers, he was just more subtle about it.

Time brought it on himself though. He should have known this when he adopted six boys.

(---)

The call about the next son had Lullaby’s head hitting her kitchen table, groaning loudly even when Ruto came to check on her.

Wild found a boy in the woods and they’d decided to keep him.

This was getting to be just a bit too much.

When Sheik and Ruto got to meet the boy, they were a bit taken aback. They had expected another Wild.

What they got was a quiet boy who mostly kept to himself. He was a bit shy, but he seemed to open up a bit more around Wild and, amusingly, Legend. He was a bit jumpy, but considering they had no idea how long he was in the woods that was expected.

What was surprising them most was that he did actually have a mother, who loved him very much, but who was very sick and so wasn’t able to actually take care of him, thus the wandering in the woods. His mother had been very worried, but physically unable to look. She had asked family to check but they gave up pretty quickly.

In light of her family being horrible for taking care of her son, and not knowing if she’d survive her illness, she asked Malon and Time if they could take care of her son for her since she clearly couldn’t trust her relatives and the boy’s father had abandoned them the moment she decided to keep him.

Time and Malon had taken one look at the boy and their sons, and agreed. They worked out an arrangement to keep the boy’s mother in the loop, and then they called Rauru. After which Time called his sibling.

This boy’s name was also Link. Sheik did not feel bad about laughing. Really, his brother had the weirdest luck.

They, for some reason, decided his nickname would be Hyrule. Why they decided to name him after the country, Sheik didn’t know. Apparently it was the only nickname he liked.

He had trouble reading, but he liked learning, especially if he could use what he learned to help people.

He fit right in, which made Sheik wonder exactly when his brother was going to stop adopting. He hoped it was before the ranch house ran out of room.

(---)

Eight. He stopped at eight.

Which was still too many, in Sheik’s opinion, but whatever.

The newest hellraiser at least didn’t come from the streets like almost all of the others.

This Link (because yes, his name was Link too) had recently lost his parents and his grandmother couldn’t financially support both him and his sister. So Time and Malon agreed to take care of him for her. The rest of their sons all acquired a grandma as well, it seemed.

They nicknamed him Wind, and he immediately latched onto his older brothers and started giving his new parents headaches.

When Lullaby and Ruto showed up next, she felt no sympathy for her brother. He brought this on himself.

She was more than a little pissed off when the brat stole her wallet though. Damn thief.

Time assured her that they’d talk to him about it. Lullaby wasn’t sure that’d help.

But, she reasoned, despite the chaos, Time was happy. Practically giddy. He lit up whenever he spoke about his sons, and he clearly loved them dearly.

Hylia had granted his wish for a family. She maybe went a bit overboard, but as long as Time was happy, so was Lullaby.

(---)

She wasn’t commenting on the ninth kid. She refused.

At least his name wasn’t ‘Link’.

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thatawkwardmoth · 3 years

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Timmy and Uncle Jerome with the new baby.

When Damian Al Ghul-Wayne was first dropped off, Jeremiah Valeska was pissed.

He added up the dates and did the calculations on an effort to try to see where Bruce's head was at. When Damian was conceived it was after a giant fight that made Jeremiah revert back to his old ways of running away from his problems.

He dropped Jay and Tim off with Jerome for a week tops while he took Dickie with him.

Dick was about to turn ten so he was the only one that Miah could take with him and travel light. (The circus lifestyle never left them)

Jay and Tim were three and four, hyperactive and set in their routines that Miah didn't want to disrupt. That and they were the most sensitive to his fighting with Bruce. Dick was a go-with-the-flow kid.

Anyway, he was gone for two weeks. Popping in and visiting his younger two boys every other day. He heard Bruce was partying again while he was building up his courage to speak to him.

He was at the park with Jason and Timothy when Bruce slid on the bench next to him. He looked horrible.

"I'm sorry." He rasped. He was dressed pristine but his eyes were dull and his hair messed up because he kept running his hands through it. "The fight was stupid. The Bat is never more important to me than out family."

Jeremiah grabbed his hand and leaned back. "How bad did we fuck up this time?"

"I think I slept with someone." Bruce sounded so heartbroken but Jeremiah didn't blame him.

He hid behind the Batman cowl at night and his Brucie persona when he couldn't handle it as the Bat. Miah just dug himself into his work even if it was with the wrong people.

"I built a bomb for Oswald. I'll help you disarm it." Miah knew Bruce was gonna get angry at him later but right now Timothy had just spotted his daddy and was speeding towards him.

"Daddy! Jay, look, look!" Bruce held him tight and then wrapped both of the boys in a hug.

"Come on, let's go pick up Dickie from his playdate and go home." Miah offered. Bruce nodded and off they went.

And then Talia fucking Al Ghul showed up with a baby a few days after Tim's fourth birthday and before Jason's fifth.

The baby was a newborn, like a few days old at the most. Bruce was automatically in love with him and he could see Talia thinking she finally got him in her web.

Miah thought it was all over. Bruce was gonna leave him. Talia won. He had nobody but his boys and his twin.

But then Bruce turned to Dick and crouched so the eldest could say hi to the new baby.

Talia and him shared a glance and he watched Talia give up. Bruce wasn't the same as he was before. She nodded at him once and then left. No word to anyone and all that was left of her was a note in the diaper bag.

It was sweet and the baby was another person for Miah to love.

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Within three days of Damian moving in, one thing became abundantly clear.

Timothy fucking hated the new baby.

He was excited about being a big brother until Damian cried everytime Tim held him or was in the same room. He would only stop crying when Bruce was holding him which put a dent in Tim's relationship with B.

Tim hated loud noises and he hated people crying, he hated waking up in the middle of the night, and he hated the fact that he was stealing Bruce away from him. Everyone else in the Manor knew that. Dami was so different and a change he wasn't prepared for or even warned about.

So Jerome was there to fix it. Bruce might be able to hide Tim away from the overstimulation but Jerome knew how to keep him away from it.

He packed Tim's favorite toys and,of course, the goose stuffed animal.

And off they went.

Jerome slowly got Timmy adjusted to the noise and change that came with a baby. Jeremiah helped, bringing Dami by a few times.

Sometimes Jerome thought about never bringing Tim home. He was so happy here. In Jerome's three bedroom apartment, Tim could do whatever he wanted.

His favorite foods were in the kitchen, he had all his books that he didn't have to share with Jason. He had all the clothes that Bruce and Miah wouldn't dress him in. He was happy here.

But then Miah dropped by with Damian one last time before Tim was supposed to go home. Timmy was watching Phineas and Ferb while Jerome emailed his newest client.

Jeremiah opened the door and set the car seat down just catch Tim.

When the little boy realized his dad was there, it was like a bullet heading for the younger ginger.

"Hi Timothy." Miah kissed the raven hair that was growing long. Jerome stared down at his laptop and smiled wistfully.

Miah deserved it. He deserved Bruce, he deserved the boys, and he deserved the happiness that he worked hard on.

Jerome was meant to be the bad twin from the start.

He would be fine with just being Uncle Jerome. Timmy deserved better than his criminal lifestyle after all.

Tim wouldn't them leave with giving Jerome a two minute hug though. He whispered in Jerome's ear,

"Sometimes you're better than Dad and Daddy." And boy, did that give Jerome a reason to be happy.

He knew Tim was gonna be fine. Especially since, while Miah and him were talking, Damian let Tim hold him and explain the plot of the episode playing to him.

He was finally gonna be a big brother.

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Such a Joker (53)

Part 52 Here!

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I pack two sandwiches in my purse and proceed to cover my hair with the large silk scarf. "Where are you sneaking off to?" Babs asks walking past me and downing a drink. "Secret date? I figured you would get sick of the pale faced clown." I smile at my hands. I could never tire of my boy. I'm as crazy as him, maybe more, but he would never turn me away, and I could never leave him.

"I'm married." "Even better." I narrow my eyes at her. "Babs, I'm going to see my dad." She widens her eyes. "Now you're asking for a death wish." I walk out the door, my heels clicking every step. "If you say so."

I walk into the GCPD and can sense the chaos and tension thickly canned in the air. Not seconds later two individuals start brawling over bread. "Hey! Break it up!" My father pushes them back. "For all the new people here... everyone is welcome in Haven, but there are rules. And one of them is we leave the fighting outside. Government already thinks we don't deserve help. We have to show otherwise. Gangs want to tear themselves apart outside, that's their business. In here, in Haven... we help each other survive." I hum with a slick smile as the two dispute the issue and the tension falls. Saved for another day.

I walk up to him nudging his arm. "Nice speech. I think it worked." He turns to me and gasps, but recovers quickly. "(Y/n). You're so big. No... Just-" "Pregnant, dad." He nods smiling. "So what happens when they find out the government abandoned them?" He sighs, shaking his head. I pat his back. "Come on paper man. You need some real food." I pull him into his office and remove the disguise. "Italian sub for you, and tuna for me." "You hate tuna." I smile sitting down. "They don't." I pat my swollen tummy. "So there are two of them?" I nod smiling.

"And you're happy? He treats you well?" I nod again smiling at him. "Of course he does. He's not a monster, dad." He grabs my hand over the desk and squeezes it. "I don't... like him. You know this. He destroyed the damn city for christ's sake, but he is the father of my grandchildren, and the husband of my only daughter, so I can promise you... I will never kill him." I kiss his hand and smile. "Who knew that'd be so comforting to hear."

I walk into the elevator with the smile ghosted over my lips. Crackling from the speaker erupts my mind causing me to shake and grab the wall in fright. "Aw, honey, I'm sorry." Ecco's voice pipes up from the speaker. I wave my hand in front of the camera with a smile. "No worries. All good here." I laugh placing a hand on my stomach. "Where is Jerimiah?" "Working down below. Would you like me to get him?" I smile up at the camera. "Let me go down."

"Uh... Miss, I think we should wait. He doesn't want you around the-" I press the button to the bottom floor faster than light. "Oops," I smirk up to Ecco as the elevator skips the main floor and descends below.

The two doors slide open revealing a steamed room with the funk of hard labor. I step on the uneven ground and see Jerimiah fanning himself as he watches his workers. I rest my hands on his shoulders and kiss his cheek. "You're working hard." He spins around with a glare. "And you're not supposed to be here." He grips my hips pulling me towards him.

"I missed you." I nuzzle into his chest. He hums as we rock back and forth. "I missed you, my love. Come on. No lady should be exposed to this heat." He places his hand on the small of my back leading me to the elevator.

Holding me the entire way up and then carrying me to our bed, never letting us go. "Are my darlings all suggled up?" He asks resting my head on his chest. The icy colored flesh proving wrong to the touch of fire on my fingers. "Yes, Jer." I mumble feeling my eyes draw to a close. "Never will I go a day without my family... even your father." He kisses my head before I can ask the question.

Jeremiah POV:

My workers work endlessly day and night to break the walls of the under the earth. Slowing down each day, getting on my nerves in the end. You're pushing my men way too hard. "We're not gonna break through for at least a couple more days. There is absolutely no way to make it on schedule." The leader of the pack of sweat cogs comes in.

My wife doesn't need to be kept in this filth any longer. How dare he disrespect my future. "Well, not with that attitude, you're not." I slice the man's throat, as he falls to the ground, blood flowing on the dirt.

"Now... everyone... let's reach inside and dig... a little deeper, shall we? 'Cause that's the only way you're all making it out of this hole." I hum watching their fear thicken.

Two taps on my shoulder break my gaze from the project. "Oh, Echo. Are these all the recruits?" Skinny, no brains, slim Whitted. These are my soldiers?

"Well, I thought you would want quality over quantity. Not everybody can pass a .38 caliber test of faith." I smirk thinking of the trials and tests they've suffered. "Yes... you certainly have set a very high bar for devotion."

"Oh. Almost forgot. Bruce Wayne and his sidekick Curls... Or is he the sidekick? Anyway, they tried to infiltrate our little operation here."

"Oh?" " Oh. And Curls can walk, really well, especially... for a paraplegic. Ah. And she wants to kill you." I glare at her with a snarl. This doesn't help that my wife is being cared for in the same building.

"A lot, FYI. If I see her, I'll give you a shout. Oh... and kill her." I nod rolling my eyes. Finish the job and move on for the better of my wife and children.

I walk into the GCPD questioning room with my scarf wrapped around my head, and my belly protruding out. Quite the look I must say. I open the door to see Victor Zsasz pushed on to the table by Harvey.

"Ow. This is a really nice table." I snicker and take my glasses off. "You do realize her thrives on the pain." The three pairs of eyes look at me. "We got a dozen witnesses that saw you walk out of that building before it went kabooey."

"Yeah. I heard some gangs had taken over." Zsasz says turning his eyes to me. "Figured, with you guys occupied, I might help myself to some of your supplies. Hey, do you guys have any canned peaches? Man, I'd trade an arm and a leg for that right now. Not mine, somebody else's. Maybe little baby Maniax's." He laughs reaching for my stomach before Jim swats his arm down.

"If you're innocent, why shoot up a city block full of cops?"

"Because it was full of cops." Zsasz and I say at the same time.

"Who were also trying to shoot me. And, guys, those were warning shots. I mean, if I really

wanted to kill you... you'd be dead. You got a pen? I want to write this guy a thank-you letter. Do the math. If I blew up a building full of people, I would have covered

every inch of my body in sweet, sweet scars. Mrs. Valeska... want to do a strip search?" He winks before my father punches him. "She's married, pig."

I lock arms with my dad and walk through the station. "Got Lucius on the horn for you, Cap."

"Lucius, talk to me." I grab the phone holding it close enough for the both of us to hear. "Haven wasn't destroyed by a bomb. It was an RPG, like the one that took down the chopper."

"You sure?"

I'm holding what's left of it in my hand right now. We found pieces of it in the rubble. It was fired through the basement window, detonated the fuel oil tank. And we're still trying to figure out exactly which rooftop it was fired from.

"Rooftop?"

"Yes."

"Dad, the only angle you could hit this place from is above. Zsasz was on the ground. Looks like you need a new suspect. I think we need to-"

"Jim! Ah. I know the wheels of justice turn slowly, so I'm here to provide- a modicum of grease."

Rushing up towards the front, Oswald, the Mayor of fallen Gotham, stands tall and proud.

"You need to leave right now."

"Still claiming he's innocent, is he?"

"Yes. And as much as I hate to admit it, the evidence is backing him up."

Harvey busts out, "What the hell's going on?" "Harvey, according to Lucius, Zsasz couldn't have done it."

Oswald huffs with a smile. "I did not expect you to go soft, Jim. Actually, I did. Behind a grandpa and all must've changed your ways. Which is why I didn't come alone." Several gunmen come out armed and ready to fire. My father huddles me close and shields me from the view of guns.

"Bring me Victor Zsasz!"

"Leave, (Y/n). Go home!" Jim pushes me away towards the doors.

Jeremiah POV:

I wave my hat fanning my pale skin placed upon the crippling bones. It's so damp and hot in here, but I'm freezing. My heart has gone cold without her scent around. Not a touch, not a wiff, not a glace for days it seems. Where is my angel with my bundles of joy?

"You see, a river cuts through rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence. So what do we do when we feel like giving up? Dig a little deeper. And what do we do when we can't possibly go on any longer? Dig a little deeper. And what do we..." A sharp blade stabs into my side crippling my speech. I look down seeing the masked figure in the striped coat. I gasp feeling my footing slide as the attacker shoves the blade into my stomach further.

"Deep enough?" The individual removes the mask revealing the little pussy of them all. "Well, Selina, I must say..." She pulls the blade out plunging it back in sharply.

"Don't say anything." Over and over again the blade is shoved into my side. The light dimming, the hot steam hitting my brow, the devilish laughter of my brother. This is near my end? Maybe so...

"Selina!" The rat is stripped away from me causing me to fall to the ground barely clinging to the life of happiness I have.

"Selina!" Bruce Wayne holds the fierce kitty back. "Stop. It's done! It's over."

The building is quiet. The entire place is quiet... Not one swing of an ax hitting limestone, making a light clink sound. Not the ring of my husbands voice calling to his men. Not even Echo meeting me at the door with my slippers and milkshake. Something is not right.

"Jeremiah?" I call out as if he could hear me from below. If not him then someone. One of the members at least, but no one came. I proceeded to enter the elevator only to see blood on the buttons and floor. They were having the graduation today, not everyone makes it.

The doors open to the pool room and I could almost drop to my knees at the smell. Thick scent of blood coating the walls. I walk out of the elevator and down into the pool counting the dead. No Echo or Jeremiah. Good so far.

I make my way down to the tunnels where silence has taken over. Just a simple lone man sitting in a chair. "Where is Jermiah?" I panic pulling my jacket closer. Could he have left me?

"Mrs. Valaska!" "Where is my husband?" "He's off in the tunnels. He's got injured. I'm supposed to take you to him." "Well, go on!" He shuffles his feet in a pace of nervousness, tripping over rocks and pickaxes. "How did he get hurt?" "Someone came in and just stabbed the boss. She was taken away by Bruce Wayne." I feel fire ignite in my blood. Selina and Bruce. What a treat. Trying to kill my husband in my own home.

Down the tunnels I hear him. Groaning in pain as Echo stitches him up. "How could you let this happen?" I shout at her. "She was fast." "And you're supposed to be faster." I glare at her as she cowers at my words.

"Don't stress, darling. It's not good for the babies."

"Jeremiah." I kneel down next to him grabbing his face. "Are you alright?" He places his hands over mine, kissing them each. "I'm still alive. One thing I've still got on my brother. How are you, my love? I'm sorry. You must've been wrecked with worry." Jeremiah pulls me into his lap. I nod with my bottom lip out. "Yes, I was. I was so scared, Jer." He pulls me to him. "Aw my darling. I know. I know."

I shift my weight slightly causing him to jet in a sharp inhale. "Oh, honey. Stitches still sore?" He nods. "Never would have happened if you wore that armor I prepared." Echo hums, causing me to roll my eyes. "That bullet makes you sentimental of the wrong things." I huff out pushing her out of the view.

"Why would you not check who was working? You always do. You're always prepared." Jeremiah places his hand on my cheek again. "I had to let Selina thrust the knife into my flesh at least once. Verisimilitude trumps precaution, you see." "They think you're dead." I think putting everything together.

Echo stands to the side bouncing with information. "What is it?" She giggles jumping on her heels. "All systems go." Jeremiah lifts himself, placing a hand on the small of my back and leading us along behind Echo.

"You could've died." I whisper looking at the dirt. "I didn't." "But you could have, Jeremiah. That's my point. You have two children growing, and soon they'll be out in this world. They need their father. You've kept me safely away, but that won't mean shit if you're not around to protect your children." I move ahead of him in a fit of fire.

A hand grabs my shoulder spinning me around. Jerehimah dips me and pushes our lips together. His grip on my arm and hip so tight, keeping me pulled to him with no fight. He pulls away only an inch, looking at my eyes, looking into the soul. "Now, you may not understand everything I do, but I do it for you and these two kids. I think and I plan for hours. You sit up in the bed resting your feet like I tell you. When you start questioning if I'm going to make it, that's when this will fall apart. You're my darling. You've been mine for thousands of years. Never doubt me, (Y/n)." He places his hands on my stomach and pecks my forehead. "Come along now. We have things to do."

Leading me through the tunnels I start to see less of the dirt and more solid grey rock already formed into tunnels. "Where are we?" Jeremiah giggles pulling me alongside.

"Doctor. I'm hearing good things." Jeremiah says holding in laughter.

What is he up to?

The Doctor nods. "The bandages are ready to come off. Your assistant thought you'd like to see the results." Echo shakes her head in praise like a dog while Jer nods his head. "Indeed, I would."

He turns to me. "You won't want to miss this, (y/n)."

The Doctor unravels the bandages on the individuals faces revealing a profile built from professional lifestyle and diets. This is Thomas and Martha Wayne before my eyes... ALIVE!

"Oh, you two look beautiful." I smile looking down at her pearl necklace. "Down to the very detail with you." Jeremiah kisses my cheek. "I love family reunions, don't you?" "More than Christmas!" I cheer and giggle.

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