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cutielando · 2 days

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the curse of monaco

Synopsis: Charles finally breaks the curse of the track that has haunted him his entire life.

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a/n: this is probably the fastest i've ever written something, so i'm sorry if it sucks a little lol

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There was nothing like racing through the streets you grew up in, Charles would always say to you.

In all the years you had known him and been with him, he had only had one goal: winning the Monaco Grand Prix.

You didn’t know why that was, whether it was a tribute to his late father, a tribute to Jules or just the pride of knowing he conquered the streets he had walked his entire life. Maybe it was a combination of all 3.

Charles had not been treated well by his home race the past couple of years. 2 DNFs, 1 DNS and 2 disappointing results had plagued his mind, making the weeks leading up to the race filled with more stress than he should carry.

But you had a good feeling this time. Ever since he got into the car in FP1, then topping the charts all throughout FP2 and FP3, you felt something in your gut change. For once, after so many doubtful years, there was no worry and disappointment in your heart as you waited in the garage for the qualifying session of the weekend. Every negative feeling was replaced with hope, so much hope that you didn’t know what to do with it.

Charles was the complete opposite. While he couldn’t deny that the car had finally come alive and he had the pace he needed, he felt like he couldn’t let himself hope too much, not after everything he’d been through.

“Come on, you know I’m right. You’ll be on pole and you’ll win the race” you said to him as you lounged in his driver room, watching him get dressed in his fireproofs and racing suit.

“Mon amour, you know how Monaco is. I don’t want to get my hopes up and then be disappointed if I don’t get pole or don’t win” he reasoned, but deep down he was feeling the exact same thing you were.

“But this year is going to be different, I know it will!” you pressed on, making him chuckle in adoration at the hear of your determined voice. “Every other driver has said the same thing and every presenter from F1 TV is saying you’re definitely going to break the curse tomorrow”

“Have you been watching F1 TV again to hear what they have to say about me?” he teased, laughing once he sees the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“That’s not the point. I’m telling you, I have a good feeling about tomorrow. But still, no pressure. You go out there, drive safe and come back to me in one piece. If you end up winning, that’s great, but if you don’t, we’ll get them next year. Sounds good?” you bargained, knowing that he didn’t need any more pressure added on his shoulders than he already had.

He sighed but nodded, pausing his actions to give you a kiss.

“Let’s do it then”

And, true to his word, he came back to you, in one piece, starting from pole in the Monaco GP.

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There was something special in the air as you entered the paddock with Pascale and Arthur, making your way towards the Ferrari hospitality to watch the race. The entire city of Monte Carlo was absolutely buzzing with excitement, the paddock feeling more alive than ever as their home hero prepared to take on the beautiful circuit that was Monaco.

You didn’t see Charles before he got into the car, you didn’t want to cause him any kind of distraction before he started the race, but you couldn’t help sprinting down to the garage during the Red Flag, knowing you had plenty of time before the race would start up again.

Finding him wasn’t hard at all. He was speaking with his mechanics, drinking some water out of his bottle.

You approached him hurriedly, at which he excused himself from the conversation once he saw you approaching him.

“Mon amour, is everything okay? You’re supposed to be with maman, Arthur and Joris up in the hospitality” he said, worry etched on his face.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry. I just came down here to wish you good luck, you know, once FIA decides to restart the race” you joked, hoping to make his spirits lift up a little.

He chuckled, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. You could see the stress sitting behind the facade, the worry and pressure tensing up his muscles and demeanor.

Noticing you studying his face and realizing you knew how stressed he was, he smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You know we’re proud of you no matter what, right?” you whispered, thankful for the loud sounds of mechanics working left and right that helped drown out your conversation to other people around you.

He sighed, but nodded. “I know, but I just can’t shake the stress. I’ve been quick all weekend and everyone knows that. What if something happens and my race goes to shit like every time? I don’t think I’ll be ready to cope with another disappointment from my home track” he confessed, which made your heart squeeze.

His entire life, the only thing that he wanted was to win in Monaco, but the track has always failed him. And for once, he felt like he could finally break the curse that has been following him around for years, yet he still worried that something would completely ruin his race.

“Baby, nobody will think less of you if you don’t win today. Racing is so unpredictable, you put your life in danger every time you get in the car and people know that. We’ll be proud of you no matter the outcome today” you said, holding his face in your hands to make sure he understood you.

He bit the inside of his cheek but nodded, knowing you were right.

“I love you” he murmured, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

“I love you too. Be safe out there and show everyone what you’re made of” you said once you pulled away, smiling and pecking his lips once again before leaving him to it.

You made your way back to the hospitality where Charles’ family was waiting for you.

“How is he?” Pascale asked you as you sat down next to her.

“He’s stressed, but he’s doing okay. He really wants to win today” you explained, running a hand through your hair.

Pascale nodded, knowing how important this day was for her son.

“He’ll win, I can feel it” Pascale said, taking your hand in hers.

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Some people would say that you bewitched your fiancé, some would say that a divine force had finally taken pity upon him, but only one thing was for certain.

Charles Leclerc had finally won his home race, the Monaco Grand Prix.

From the moment he had crossed the finish line and taken the checkered flag, everything that happened was a blur. Between hugging his family, texting your friends, crying because of how proud you were of him, things were a big blur.

Hearing him screaming on the radio had been what had made you break down. He had spent so many hours training, figuring out strategies, doing everything in his power to make sure that things would go well for him around his home streets and his hard work had finally paid off.

You couldn’t hold in the excitement that you felt, the pride you held for the man you loved more than life itself. Which frankly explains why you hurried out of the Ferrari hospitality and ran to the grid where the Ferrari mechanics were waiting for Charles.

The moment you saw him get out of the car and throw himself at his team, the cascade of tears began once again, blurring your vision which now only consisted of the red teamwear all around you.

“Y/N!” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Charles’ voice, who had noticed you crying as soon as he hugged his team.

The Ferrari mechanics quickly made way for you, letting you jump into Charles’ arms and wrapping your legs around his waist as he hugged you tightly to his body.

“I did it, Y/N. I finally did it” he cried into your shoulder, which made you let out more tears and squeeze him even tighter than you already were.

“I told you, I knew you were going to do it. My Monaco winner” you pulled away slightly to kiss him, taking his face in your hands.

The entire team cheered around you, paparazzi taking pictures upon pictures of the moment shared between you.

“I love you so fucking much” you whispered against his lips, making him grin widely.

“I love you too”

And with that, the Monaco curse has finally been broken, once and for all.

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solarmorrigan · 2 days

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39 + 95, ship of your choice

Fanfiction Trope Mashup: 39. Survival/Wilderness Fic + 95. Sleep Intimacy

Hello! So I'm going to be honest with you and say that survival/wilderness stories have always given me anxiety and I've never enjoyed reading them, so the closest I got in writing one was a camping fic. I know it's not the same, but hopefully this is alright <3 (ship of choice was Steddie)

You might not know it to look at him, but Eddie had been an outdoorsy kind of kid.

He’d loved playing outside (he’s still the king of finding cool sticks to use as wizard staffs) and he’d always looked forward to his and Wayne’s annual camping trips. Wayne had taught him a lot about surviving in the wilderness on those long weekends, and Eddie had looked at them as grand adventures.

Eventually, of course, Eddie had gained other interests, and Wayne’s hours at the plant had changed, and the camping trips had petered to a stop. Eddie looks on the memories fondly, but doesn’t necessarily feel the need to go back and relive them (particularly not after the days he spent roughing it during the spring break from Hell). He’s happy to leave the outdoorsy activities to Steve these days. Steve loves going hiking, loves swimming, doesn’t even mind doing yardwork; he’s the one people would look at and assume he’d spent his childhood outdoors, except–

“You’ve never been camping?” Eddie asks, sitting up to look down at Steve where he’s squished in beside Eddie on a pool lounger that is absolutely not meant to fit two people.

Steve shrugs. “I always wanted to go, used to ask my dad a lot, and he used to promise he’d take me when he could get the time off of work,” he says. “I think he got pretty fed up with my asking, though, so I just kinda… stopped.”

Well, damn, if that doesn’t poke at a soft spot in Eddie’s hardened little heart.

“We could go,” Eddie blurts.

Steve blinks up at him. “What?”

“Me and Wayne used to go camping every year. I remember a lot of how it’s done, so… you and I could go,” Eddie offers. “If you want.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, a smile blooming across his face.

Eddie can’t help his answering smile. “Shit, yeah. Let’s go.”

If it makes Steve this happy, Eddie thinks in between Steve’s excited little kisses of thanks, then even if it goes terribly, Eddie won’t regret offering.

It takes a little bit to finagle their schedules and get time off together, but they manage it on the first nice weekend in spring. They pack Steve’s car up with a tent and sleeping bags and provisions and everything else Eddie can remember them needing (and a few things Wayne helpfully reminds him of), and they set off on their adventure.

The weekend starts off well. They set up the tent with minimal swearing, and manage to get a fire going, and explore the trails surrounding their camp, and spend the first night looking at the stars that shine brighter here than they do over Hawkins, and it’s nice.

It’s nice right up until Midwestern weather rears its unpredictable head while Eddie and Steve are out hiking on Saturday afternoon. The clouds roll in fast, rain-scented wind kicking up and shaking the limbs of the trees above them; they turn around to head back to camp, but they aren’t quick enough to beat the incoming rainstorm.

They’re soaked by the time they reach the tent, running and spluttering and laughing breathlessly, zipping the flap shut behind them and shucking their wet clothes before they can drip all over everything. They leave them in a heap off to the side, hopefully to be line-dried later, and do their best to dry off in the confined space.

“Gonna be hard to warm up without the fire,” Steve comments as he tries to scrub the rainwater out of his hair.

The weather has been nice, but not so nice that standing around damp and in their underwear is particularly comfortable. Even in the close space of the tent, the air isn’t warm, and Eddie eyes the goosebumps texturing the bare expanse of Steve’s tanned skin.

“I have an idea,” Eddie says, and Steve looks up at him expectantly. “C’mere.”

Eddie nods to the little nest they’d made the previous night by zipping two sleeping bags together and covering it with a couple of extra blankets. They don’t bother with dry clothes – isn’t skin-to-skin contact better for warming up, after all? Eddie slides in first and Steve joins him, immediately pressing the line of his body up against Eddie’s, curling an arm around his waist, tangling their legs, and resting his cheek against Eddie’s chest. Eddie tucks the blankets up a little closer around the both of them and settles down, wrapping both arms around Steve’s back.

“How’s this?” he asks.

He can feel Steve’s contented sigh as much as he can hear it, and Steve wiggles a little against Eddie’s front, as if there’s any space left between them to eliminate.

“This is good,” Steve says softly.

And it is, Eddie decides. He presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, where the earthy smell of the rain lingers, underscored by the faint, familiar scent of Steve’s shampoo. Rain continues to patter against the roof of their tent, and the soft, dim afternoon light does nothing to discourage either of them from beginning to drift.

If it can always be like this, Eddie doesn’t think he’d mind making camping an annual thing again. He wouldn’t mind at all.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #this is really just shmoop I'm afraid #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous

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lyrenminth · 11 hours

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JB9 request

They are divorced and have two children together, and he is jealous that she is leaving the kids at his house so she can go on a date. but the meeting was horrible, because the guy is not like Joe

This was a very specific and I had so much fun writing in. A little bit of angst at the end.

What we used to be

The decision for filing the divorce was consciously taken. It was done three years ago, while you went to a rough patch in your marriage. The decision wasn't easy, because you share two children together, and for them was equally hard to understand why mommy and daddy weren't together anymore.

One of the main reasons was after having children, you marriage went cold and dead. He was busy playing football and you were busy mothering a three years old and a nine months old. You didn't have the time to be a couple anymore.

Currently, you decided to start dating again after your friends prompted you to do so. It was difficult because you had to coordinate with Joe (now that you were co-parenting). And of course, was during the off-season because during his seasons you had the kids most of the time. On weekends you dropped the children with Robin so she would take them to the home game. It was a messy life, because you shared a lot of things as a result of the years together. Trying to get rid of Joe was impossible having children with his face and living in Cincinnati. So you made peace with that fact long ago. You got along for the children, he was kind and always asked for your opinion when included the family. And you were polite with him, but nothing else.

You send him a text. "Hey, I'm dropping the kids early this Friday. That's ok?"

Joey B: Yeah, that's ok. Are you busy on Friday?

You: Yeah, something came up. Your home or your parents'?

Joey B: My house. Everything alright?

You: everything alright

That was the last text. After that you waited earnestly for your date. You met John through friends, he seemed like a good guy. By looks, the completely opposite of Joe. John had one child already, and worked for a big company in New York but was living in Cincinnati two years now.

You thought it would be difficult if men knew who was your ex-husband because it had happened one time and it ruin the mood for everyone. Apparently, you completely fucked up or whatever. Well, John didn't know anything about football, he couldn't care less about the Superbowl and that was a pleasant surprise.

So on Friday, you drive Mackenzie and Julian to their dad's house. They were behaving well during all morning. And since it was off-season they could spent the weekend with Joe.

You parked the car, and for your surprise Joe was waiting for them outside.

"Dad!" yelled Julian, running towards Joe who was wearing pants and a hoodie. "Mom, can you help me with my backpack?" asked Mackenzie trying to open the door. You got out of the car, and help her. She made cookies for her dad, and was so happy to share.

You help her to carry the backpack until you were face to face with Joe, who was looking handsome as always.

"Daddy, I made cookies!"

"Daddy, can we play videogames?"

The children demanded attention equally, but Joe was still staring at you. Hard.

"Have I something on my face?" you asked, almost aggressively. You put some make up on and dressed in a nice dress for the occasion.

"No, you fine" he cleared his throat "Not your usual fit"

"Mommy is going on a date" Julian shout, excited. Joe's eyebrows raised, you laughed nervous.

"Well, kids behave well. Enjoy the cookies" you said trying not to look at your ex-husband. "Is that true?" he asked, he sounded kinda jealous. Maybe you were overthinking.

"Well, yes" not wanting to discuss anything further in front of the kids "Take care, Joey"

"Please, call me if you need something" he said, "Let me know you're safe"

Your heart flipped. Why he did those things before your date? Weird. You nodded, going back to the car.

John was a nice man. You were sure he was nice, just...not to you. After thirty minutes in the date he kept talking about himself and his work that you thought you were watching a TED talk. He was good looking, but soon you realize you didn't have anything in common by what he was saying. Your mind wandered to your first date with Joe, it was in a bowling alley. Things got competitive and you spent a really good time together that you hook up in your car after the date. Would you hook up with John? Nah.

"Do you need another drink?" John's voice brought you back from your wild thoughts.

"No, thank you"

"So, you told me your ex-husband was a football player, right?"

"Yes" you said cautiously "He still plays"

"And how do you get along?"

"We talked only for the kids"

"Ummm, sure" he dismissed your answer. You raised your eyebrows, astonished. "What do you mean?" you wondered.

"Nothing. I didn't tell you about this trip I'm going to make next month..." he started talking again.

Joe bought you drinks too. You loved his smile back then. Julian had the same smile actually. After getting married you had very nice dates too, but you loved to spend time at home watching movies and resolving puzzles.

The date went on, and you have to excuse yourself or would die of boredom. After the date you missed your children so much, but it was Joe's time with them. So you went to your house and waited.

On Sunday evening, you went to pick up the kids. After a couple of minutes, Joe appeared wearing shorts and a compression shirt. He looked really handsome, his sandy hair was messy, he looked younger somehow.

"Hey" you said, nervous.

"The kids are in the pool" he explained "Come in while I prepare them"

"Oh, no. I can wait in the car" you replied, pointing at your car. He looked up-and-down, and pressed his lips. You blushed like a teenager "I bet they want to see you"

"Okay" you whispered, follow him inside the house. "How was your date?" the question made you flinch. You didn't remember John at all. "Umm, it was good"

I was bored as hell, and thinking about you. How pathetic.

Silence. By the way he was looking at you, he didn't believe you either. You reach the chicken and he offered something to drink and you decline. "Are you going to the OTAs early this year?" you wondered, hearing music and the children screams outside.

"No, I'm going to spend time with the kids" you nodded, pleased. Joe was a great father, you never doubted that.

You lock eyes, and your stomach made weird things. His eyes softened, and he got closer to you.

"Y/N can we talk about us?" he requested.

"What?" you were in panic mode "About what?"

"The divorce. I thought were struggling but I never listen to you" he said, seriously "Until you fill in the papers" Your heart sank. His lips were still pressed, the wrinkles on his forehead let you know he was stressed too. "I feel like we never had the time to stop and think what we're doing" he said softly.

The bump in your throat didn't let you speak properly. You tried anyway. "I try to speak to you, Joey. I tried to do many things to save our marriage. It didn't work, you were focused on football, and I felt utterly alone" you wipe a treacherous tear "We weren't a couple anymore. I didn't have a partner"

"Mommy! Daddy!" Julian got into the house all wet and hugged you. "Do you want to see how I jump into de pool?"

"Julian, mommy is here to pick you up" Joe explained "Go and tell your sister" Julian nodded and went happily to his sister. Joe attention was on you again. "We should speak about this with more time"

"Why? Are you trying to marry me again?" you joked frustrated he wasn't listening again. "Yes, I never wanted a divorce" he replied ardently. The confession hit you. "Then, why did you fill the divorce?"

"Because I was scared..." the footsteps didn't let him finish "I'll send you a message, please"

You left Joe's house confused and heartbroken. Even though, you couldn't avoid the hope growing in your chest.

Let me know if you want a second part. I think it would be cool.

#joe burrow #nfl #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #fanfiction

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thewintersbloom · 14 hours

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we can't be friends | theo nott (f)

𖹭 pairing : theodore nott x gryffindor fem!reader

𖹭 summary : everyone knows about your crush on theo, but does he?

𖹭 warnings : none, slight angst, pining, fluff.

𖹭 word count : 3.7k

𖹭 a/n : hello everyone! thank you for all the love you all have been giving to my fics, thank you, i love you all so much. ♥️ im back with a new fic and im very excited to share it with you all. happy reading, do like, reblog and leave your precious feedback. 🥰

The flapping of wings on your window wakes you up from the brief slumber you had fallen into while reading. Wondering who is writing to you on a weekend, you unfasten the latch and immediately recognize the large eagle owl of Draco Malfoy, perched on your windowsill, a letter between his pointed beak. Carefully, you extract the letter from the owl and gently stroke its head to which he lets out a happy chirp and then flies away.

Walking back into your living room as the late afternoon sun filters in your apartment, you carefully break the Malfoy family seal and pull out the folded letter from the luxurious golden envelope.

“Mr Draco Malfoy and Mrs Hermione Granger Malfoy request the pleasure of your company at their annual New Year's bash on New Year's eve with an evening of love, laughter, cocktails, good food, dancing and ringing in the brand new year with friends, old and new, by your side.”

Venue : Malfoy Mansion.

Date and Time : 31st December, 7pm.

After the Battle Of Hogwarts, you all had reached out to each other, mending frayed bonds, strengthening old friendships and forming new ones. Not only this gave you all the idea to celebrate holidays together but also brought Draco and Hermione closer, which eventually blossomed into love and two years back, Draco had proposed to her in France while on their vacation, the love birds had gotten married a month later and they've blissfully happy, married and in love ever since. You haven't been able to attend any of their parties despite receiving invitations for Christmas and New Year's every year since you are celebrating with your family, but with your parents on a vacation to Miami this year (which is your gift to them on their wedding anniversary) you'll finally be able to.

As much as the prospect of seeing your friends again after so long has your heart soaring, it also drops when you realize that he will be there, the one who has had your heart since your fourth year at Hogwarts and never gave it back, Theodore Nott.

All these years you had tried to convince yourself that your feelings for Theo was just a sweet little crush that you never got over but Hermione would say otherwise, you can almost hear your best friend saying, “It's not a crush when you're looking at him with those moony eyes like he's your entire world! And not to mention, you smelled him when we brewed up amortentia, the most powerful love potion to ever exist! It's love, you're in love with Theo.” And you know she's right.

That day in Professor Slughorn's class when you and Hermione brewed up amortentia for the class assignment, the potion was absolute perfection with its distinctive mother of pearl sheen and steam rising from it in characteristic spirals, the professor had awarded 20 points to Gryffindor but you weren't expecting your best friend to smell Draco's scent ~ sandalwood, amber with hints of bergamot along with freshly mowed grass, new parchment and spearmint toothpaste.

The spiral curls of steam waft over you and you smell dark chocolate, coffee, petrichor and musk, violets with hints of citrus ~ Theodore's scent. Heart hammering in your chest, you look at the slytherin boy who's working on his potion across the classroom while his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson has herself wrapped around him, barely paying attention to the class. As if sensing your gaze on him, Theo looks up and your eyes lock with his hazel eyes as the world around you falls silent, the only sound being the thud of your heart in your ears but then he looks back to the brewing concoction that is almost ready and is an absolute perfection like yours and Hermione's, Professor Slughorn awards 20 points to Slytherin, very impressed by his sharp wit and potion making skills.

You are in a changing room of one of the clothing stores in Diagon Alley, trying on outfits in hopes of finding that perfect dress for the New Year's bash. You'll be attending the celebration for the very first time, might as well leave everyone gobsmacked.

“So, what if this bloke shows up with his girlfriend at the party? You know the mean one who was with him back then?” Lenore, your friend and colleague from St Mungo's where you both work as healers says as she flicks her wand to send the next dress inside, it lands right in your hands and you sigh as you start changing into it, sending the previous dress out to your friend with a flick of your wand.

“You really think they'll still be together?” You ask, your mind drifting back to Pansy Parkinson.

“Who knows? A lot has happened since then.” Lenore replies.

Everyone knew about your crush on Theodore, yes, it was and still is that obvious, including her which is why she didn't let go of a single opportunity to show him off, she was practically glued to his side, holding hands, snogging in the hallways, all the while her eyes would be on you, shining with malice, daring you to make a move on her boyfriend and she'll make your life at Hogwarts a living hell. Which is why you've always maintained a safe distance from Theodore, no matter how much your heart yearned for him and your mind made up soft romantic scenarios while you lay in your bed in your dorm room at night.

Like that one time when you, Hermione and Parvati were on your way to Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, discussing about the homework she had given in her last class when you see Theo and Pansy talking in the corridor, her back against the wall while he stands facing her. Theo's eyes meet yours again and your breath catches as everything around you is plunged into oblivion and your heart feels as if it would beat out of your chest.

Livid with jealousy and anger, Pansy who very clearly witnessed it all, pulls Theo in for a kiss by the front of his robes and smiles mockingly at you as you walk past them, averting your gaze.

“Ugh. What does he even see in her?” Hermione speaks in utter annoyance.

“Maybe she's a good snogger.” Parvati replies then giggles when she sees the faces you and Hermione make, “But have you seen the way he looks at you?” She asks as the three of you reach the transfiguration classroom.

“What are you talking about? It was just a glance, nothing more.”

“No it wasn't, earlier this week I saw him looking at you during Defence Against Dark Arts and the day before yesterday, during Quidditch practice when you were talking to Harry.”

“Parvati..” You sigh.

“I swear he was!” Parvati says as she sits down beside Ginny, Hermione goes to take a seat with Harry and Ron and you make your way to an empty seat in the middle. The seats are filling up fast as it will be a joint transfiguration class for Gryffindor and Slytherin. You are taking out your books from your bag when Theo enters, his eyes looking for an available seat and finding one right next to you, he starts walking towards you.

Your heart starts beating a mile per minute as butterflies take flight in your stomach, you know what you have to do. Steeling yourself, you pack your things back in your book bag and stand up to look for another vacant seat, there's one next to Neville and he being the sweetest soul, immediately offers it to you.

Your eyes briefly meet Theo’s again and it seems like he wants to say something, his hand almost reaching out to stop you but decides against it when he notices the unshed tears in your eyes and you walk away from him.

I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide.

But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire.

You thank Neville as you take a seat next to him, Pansy makes a beeline for the seat next to Theo just as Professor McGonagall walks in.

“Hey, you're okay?” Neville asks gently as everyone submits their homework and you nod with a smile even though you aren't, even though your heart is breaking into a million little pieces inside.

When the class ends, Pansy holding his hand, pulls him along with her. Theo looks back, his hazel eyes lingering on you as you begin packing your bag but you aren't oblivious to his gaze.

Just wanna let this story die,

And I'll be alright..

So, you endure the heartache and force your feelings for Theo to take a backseat, diving headfirst into studies and Quidditch until all of your lives were changed forever and were never the same again.

You snap back into the present when you hear Lenore gasp and run off to somewhere in the store, she returns a few seconds later, sending a dress your way.

“I just saw this on the rack and it was calling out to me, the dress has your name written all over it, try it on!”

When you turn to observe yourself in the mirror after putting on the dress, you make a mental note to thank Lenore for picking out the perfect one by treating her to lunch after this. The dress is long, in black silk with a sexy thigh high slit and long ruffle sleeves, the dress beautifully accentuates your curves and you just have the perfect jewelry and matching stilettos to pair it with.

You walk out of the changing room like you are walking on the runway and then strike a pose with a cute hair flip while Lenore claps in pure delight.

“Oh Merlin! That dress looks absolutely gorgeous on you, darling! Theo won't be able to keep his eyes off you.”

You slowly shook your head, “He might be attending with Pansy, the girl he was with back then or with his girlfriend, or his fiancee, or his wife ~ you are right, it's been years and a lot has happened since then, so I'm not getting my hopes up. I just want to have a great night with my friends and ring in the new year with them.”

If only you knew your life won't ever be the same after that night.

The moment you walked in, you were swept in by your friends, some of whom you haven't seen in the last few years, like the Patil Twins, Parvati and Padma, Ginny Weasly, Neville Longbottom and you even spot The Boy Who Lived with the love of his life Luna Lovegood, both of them wave at you from the other side of the room and you wave back, hugs are exchanged amidst tears of joy as each one of you holds the other a little tighter.

Hermione greets you with a tight, warm hug, both of your eyes glistening with tears as you hold onto each other a little longer while Draco watches his wife with a soft, lovestruck smile on his face and then greets you with a hug too.

“It's so good to see you! I've missed you so much, I know we've been exchanging letters but it just doesn't feel the same.” Hermione speaks, clasping your hands in hers, gently.

“I know, I've missed you all so much too! I'm glad we all reached out to each other after the battle, a lot has changed over the past few years but our friendships haven't.” You reply, smiling, holding onto your best friend's hands.

“I agree, I wouldn't have realized my feelings for Hermione otherwise.” Draco adds, looking at his wife with so much love and adoration that your heart melts into a puddle.

“That's true, but I think we were meant to be darling.” Hermione looks at him, smiling and you realize that she too looks at him the way he looks at her, her brown eyes full of love and adoration.

“We are, my love.”

They share a soft kiss and you politely look away, your friends found happiness, love and togetherness with each other and you couldn't be more happy for them.

“By the way, Theo is here.” Hermione says and at the mention of his name, your heart starts picking up its pace. “If you want to talk to him, it's the perfect opportunity.”

“Mione, it's been years. I'm so over him.” You try but to no avail, your best friend can see right through you.

“Uh huh, sure. You've fancied him for how long now?”

“Since our fourth year at Hogwarts.”

“And how many serious relationships have you been in until then?”

“Um, none.”

“I thought so. There's years worth of kindling underneath that fire you've both got burning for each other.”

“Hold on, hold on, both?”

Draco and Hermione look at each other wide eyed as if they've revealed a secret that wasn't theirs before Draco keeps a gentle, friendly hand on your shoulder.

“It's not our place to tell, but you should talk to Theo.” He says, smiling warmly and Hermione engulfs you in another hug before the couple moves to greet the rest of their guests.

Before you can think about anything else, Parvati pulls you onto the dance floor where Luna, Ginny, Padma join in. You sing, dance and laugh with your friends, happiness and nostalgia of your Hogwarts days of attending balls, competitions and parties washes over you, making you realize how much you've missed this, your friends, your school.

The squeals you all let out collectively when Luna holds up her hand with the beautiful diamond on her ring finger.

All that dancing and singing has left you parched so you navigate your way to the bar while the rest of your friends make themselves comfortable on the loungers.

You place your order at the bar and take a seat, on the dance floor, Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott slow dance in each other's arms as the music changes, their faces touching, their lips inches apart as Neville bridges the distance and they share a soft kiss. You smile and turn your attention back to the bar, wondering when they start dating but you are happy for them.

Someone else claims the open spot next to you, the whiff of their perfume has your heart rattling in your chest. Musk, violets with hints of citrus, it's as if you're back in that potions classroom, all those years ago brewing Amortentia and across the classroom, your eyes meet– is it really him? Theodore? Hermione and Draco did say that he's here tonight.

Just like all those years back, the whole world plummets into silence as your eyes meet Theodore's, it's just him and you now. The beautiful hues from the fairy lights illuminate his handsome features, his gorgeous hazel eyes reminding you of a clear autumn sky, like pools of liquid gold, green and brown, his dark brown hair falls in soft waves across his forehead and you wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through them, you wonder what it would be like to feel his soft, kissable lips against yours.

“Hey..” Theo smiles.

“Hey..” You smile too.

“How are you? It's been forever since we last saw each other.” He asks, stepping closer to you and thanks the barman as the latter places his drink on the table.

“I'm good, how are you? Yeah, it has been.” You reply as the proximity between you and Theo makes your heart race.

“I'm good too and I'm so glad you're here tonight. All of us have been celebrating the holidays with Draco and Hermione and each other but we've all been missing you. I join in the celebrations every year hoping I'll run into you..”

He joins in the celebrations hoping he'll run into you? Wait.. is he saying that he's been waiting to meet you all these years? What about Pansy? Is she not here with him? She was practically super glued to him all the time. Guess he isn't here with someone tonight otherwise they would've been here by his side and Hermione didn't mention him bringing a date either.

You are quiet as thoughts race around in your head and Theo, understanding your silence, speaks further, “Should we head outside to get some fresh air?”

“Sure, fresh air sounds good.” You smile and thank the barman who places your drink on the counter, picking up your drinks, you both make your way outside. Hermione winks, catching your eye and you roll your eyes, smiling.

The party rages on inside and while you immensely enjoyed catching up with your friends and having the time of your life, it feels nice to take a break as you both walked into the gardens of the manor, the sweet scent of roses perfuming the air, the sky is a mesmerizing shade of inky blue and the cold crisp air makes you shiver, you should've brought your coat along. Theo being the gentleman that he is, unbuttons his coat right away and wraps it around your shoulders, you thank him, grateful for the warmth and slip your arms through it. His scent envelops you like a hug and you pull the coat tighter against yourself for the cold and for the fact that you want to drown in his scent.

You and Theodore sit down on a bench, clink your glasses together and take a sip of your drinks, watching the stars twinkle. The peacefulness of the night washes over you and the silence between you two is comforting, your hands rest close together on the bench and every time your hands brush each other's, the tips of Theo's ears turn pink while butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“So, how's life treating you?” Theo smiles, keeping his now empty glass aside.

“It's going good. I've always wanted to be a healer so I knew I'll be working at St Mungo's, got a cozy little place and my cat, Coco.” You reply, taking a last sip of your wine. “What about you?”

“Considering the lasting impact that the battle had on my life, I think it's going well. I'm working in the Ministry Of Magic as an auror, my parents always thought that there was no need for me, their only child to work, our wealth can feed generations but the battle changed me in more ways than one and I'm really liking the change.”

“That's great Theo, I'm sure your parents are proud of you.”

“I hope so.”

You both share a smile and then look up at the stars again, enjoying the calm, easy conversation between you and him.

“Also, I meant it when I said that I've been attending Christmas and New Year's celebrations in hopes of running into you.” He speaks, taking a deep breath.

Your heart beats a mile per minute and you wring your hands in your lap, not looking up to meet his eyes.

“I know what you're thinking. Pansy and I, we broke up years ago. After the battle, we both realized that we aren't meant for each other and it wouldn't have been fair to her, when I have someone else in my heart.”

Finally, you look up at him, the corner of your eyes lining with unshed tears as they meet his dark auburn hues.

“Theo..”

“There's something that I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. You remember Professor Slughorn's class where we brewed Amortentia? I was sure I would smell Pansy's scent but instead I smelled roses, vanilla with hints of raspberry.”

Your heart pounds in your chest and your breath hitches. It's your scent.

“It's familiar, very familiar, until I realized it was you. My heart would skip a beat everytime our eyes met, my heart would skip a beat everytime our hands brushed during potions and spells, I eagerly waited for our classes with Gryffindor, my eyes would only search for you in corridors, in quidditch practices, in a room full of people and there were so many times where I wanted to tell you how I feel but it's as if the time was never right, then the battle happened and all our lives were changed forever. If I don't tell you how I feel tonight, I might never have the chance to do so.”

Theo looks into your eyes, holding both your hands in his, “I love you, I am in love with you, my heart beats for you and I can't imagine my life without you.”

Tears pool your eyes at his beautiful declaration of love, the ache in your heart subsides, he loves you like you love him and you take a deep breath, ready to bare your heart to him.

“When Hermione and I brewed up Amortentia, I smelled musk, violets with hints of citrus, your scent Theo and deep down in my heart, I knew I would. My heart would skip a beat everytime our eyes met too, my eyes would only search for you in corridors, in a room full of people, in quidditch practices even if I get hit by a bludger while doing so.”

You both laugh, “I almost got hit once while looking at you.” He confesses shyly as he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too, Theo. I am in love with you, my heart is, and always will be, yours.”

“You are so beautiful, Cara Mia.” Theo cups your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek and you close your eyes, giving into the warmth of his touch.

You both look into each other's eyes for a while, before leaning in. When your lips touch, it's as if the world spun backwards on its axis, the kiss starts off slow, sweet and full of promises but switches to passionate when Theo’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer and you melt into him, one of your arms loop around his shoulders while the other cups his face. You both part with a sigh, resting your foreheads on each other as you hold each other in your arms.

“I love you Theo.”

“I love you more, Amore Mio.”

“I would love to meet Coco sometime.” Theo says as you both make your way inside, your hands entwined together.

“She would love you.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, “How about we go to my place after the party and cuddle up with some hot chocolate and hallmark christmas movies?”

“Would love to, principessa.” Theo smiles before leaning in to kiss you again.

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys fic #slytherin boys fluff #slytherin boys smut #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys x you #slytherin boys imagine #theodore nott #theodore nott scenarios #theodore nott fluff #theo nott smut #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott fic #theodore nott fanfiction

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summer-of-bad-batch · 2 days

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Voting is closed...and we are one step closer to SUMMER OF BAD BATCH 2024!!

So, remember waaaaay back a couple days ago when I said we had 116 responses to the prompt voting? Well, I closed the polls with 588 responses!! 😱🩵 WOW!! absolutely loved all the fraudulent voting...absolutely made my weekend!!

Welp, here's the final TOP 5 and 22-26!! (All the middle prompts will be a mystery until their ✨reveal✨ during the weekly prompt releases 😏)

TOP 5 PROMPTS:

"Stop touching me!" "I'm not touching you!"

Cadets

Swimming Lessons

Nightmares

"I didn't think I would get this far."

PROMPTS 22-26:

"You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

"Need a hand?"

Radio Silence

"Just when were you planning on telling us that?"

"Get out of my room!"

THANK YOU to everyone who participated in the chaotic voting! (AND for everyone who submitted the amazing prompts we got to vote for!) It was an absolute blast to watch the stats change (quite literally) every few minutes 😂

I'm excited to spend the next week getting ready for June 1st and the Week 1 Prompt Drop! 👏👏👏👏 I'll also be working on updating the Q/A Post with details on how to add to the Ao3 Collection, and anything else that might be helpful!

Y'all are amazing, and I'm excited to get this Prompt Challenge officially started in less than a week ☺️

#summerofbadbatch2024 #the bad batch #summer prompt challenge #prompt challenge #star wars #star wars the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #prompt vote #prompt voting

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Have I posted this? Alpha!Jon, Alpha!Dami, Omega!Tim 🤨

I told babe I was thinking about this, but I have done this before? Meh, regardless.

And really, when all things in Gotham are quiet, you know it’s going to be a good night.

B shouldn’t have worried enough to call Red Robin out of Titan’s Tower, but still, it’s nice to run through the city, skimming rooftops, getting a little more down n’ dirty with street baddies than riding the usual international espionage with his team. A few weeks away and this kind of thing is really just an itch that needs to be scratched.

“I am almost disappointed,” Robin laughs from beside him under the wing of a gargoyle right on the roof of the Wallstone apartments. His veggie wrap is disappearing quickly because Baby Bat has been a bottomless pit of hunger since he started putting on height and heavier muscle five years ago. Sixteen had been good for Dami, and Bruce’s genetics kicked into high gear two years later. At twenty-one, he’s broad through the chest and shoulders, almost a head taller than Red and a few sparse inches from Hood.

It was about the time Terry had approached him in Titans’ Tower, and convinced Red to start coming back to Gotham again, fighting the good fight along with the family, taking a step back into Gotham’s underworld when the world seemed to be momentarily stable.

At some point, he and Dami started working together, stepping out in the night with masks on and old hurts finally easing.

“Meh. There’s always another night,” Red takes another bite and sighs through his nose because really, chicken wrap for the win.

(Alfred is always going to be the man.)

“I suppose. However, I’d hoped this wouldn’t have been an...exciting night for you to make the trip.”

Red waves him off, looking down at the street, chewing for a second, “all good, Baby Bat. Everyone is out of the Tower for the weekend anyway. This is a nice break.”

Robin laughs low, “only you would consider this a break.”

“Well, you know, my Wednesdays are hectic as fuck.”

“I suppose it is difficult to schedule brunch, yes?”

“You don’t even know.”

And just like that, the two of them are laughing. A little bruised from a few street fights, but nothing extreme, and Dami is getting so much better at vigilante banter that Red Robin can’t help but feel a little proud.

(Really, witty banter is their superpower. Superboy and Kid Flash will totally vouch.)

They finish the wraps and swing side-by-side to the Bowery, talking shit over comms, playing tag around the strip mall down on 44th, and genuinely making themselves pretty obvious for people that actually look up.

It’s easy to jump in the big car at the end of the night, lean back to work on his wrist computer while Dami drives them back to the Manor.

“Hey, hey, you can just drop me a few blocks from the Perch.”

“Tt. Stay at the Manor tonight. You can brief me on R&D’s projects for the board meeting.”

“Pfft, like I need to.”

“Your perspective is always better.”

“Fine, fine. You’re so needy, Dami.”

“And yet, you still put up with me, Tim.”

“Well, you’ve got me there.”

And their smiles are wide in the darkness of the car, Robin and Red Robin riding back to the Cave with coffee waiting and hot showers to wash away the night.

They meet back at the big computer, sweats and t-shirts, hair damp and bare faces, switching places from the main chair to their workstations, talking through the next week, repairing their gear or working on separate projects from their laptops.

Alfred smears goop on bruises and gives a final please be certain to persuade Master Tim to actually sleep this time, won’t you Master Damian?, disappearing up the winding stairs, the calming scent of home lingering behind him, his natural Beta scent.

With his scent blockers scrubbed off, the air around Tim is faintly sweet, following him like the smell of a good latte. Dami’s scent is still more shampoo and soap since Nulls don’t really have a discernible scent to the second sex.

And when they’re finally stretching and yawning, still a few hours to sleep before dawn, something in the air shifts.

One second, he’s got Dami laughing at the story about Bruce busting his bat ass against Mr. Freeze–while still being the Night, mind you– when Baby Bat stops abruptly, hand going down on Tim’s workstation top to catch himself when his knees unexpectedly give way.

Those eyes go wide, a hand going to his chest, fast and shocky enough that Tim sweeps forward to catch his youngest partner by pure instinct.

“Little D?! Dami, talk to me.” He keeps it calm, being Red Robin, staring at the sweat beading on the fourth Robin’s forehead while he gasps in a few fast and furious breaths.

“T-Tim,” but his eyes flutter closed and his knees wobble, his weight falling further down on Tim’s shoulder.

Shit. Tim manages to maneuver Dami down to his chair, holding him steady, wracking his brain for anything, anything they could have come upon tonight. Fear toxin, Joker gas, Ivy’s array of poisons and venom, an awful rooftop burrito from the questionable cart downtown. Anything, anything he could have a cure for right here in the fucking Cave–

When he starts to move away, to jump in the Bat Med-Bay for a syringe to take a blood sample and start up the quickest analysis he’s ever pulled off before, when he’s tamping down panic to be on point, when he sees the distress happening when those eyes look up at him–

He completely misses the way Damian’s scent abruptly gets muskier.

A hand shoots out, grips his wrist, stops him from moving away.

“Okay, I’m getting worried. C’mon D. Tell me what’s–”

He reaches down, lays two fingers over the throbbing pulse, tries to get some vitals, and something deep and dark rumbles through Baby Bat’s chest, something all about need.

Oh.

Shit.

Most people present in their early teens, you know, about the time Robin had been a little dead, or so Tim’s sputtering thoughts try to explain away while the grip on his wrist gets tight, pulls quick enough to reel him in closer. The nose in his neck is a sudden indication since Dami as a Null had never really been able to scent like the rest of them.

The way the youngest vigilante is now inhaling against Tim’s throat like he’s dying, holding the Omega so fucking tight is the first piece of evidence. But when his mouth opens and a noise, a deep purr, rolls out against Tim’s jugular, he has an inevitable moment of oh fuck, panic.

Because he’s down in the Bat Cave with a presenting Alpha Male, and he probably smells like fucking dessert.

“D-Dami,” and he gives himself about a million vigilante points because his hands aren’t shaking when one cups the back of the new Alpha’s neck, fingernails scritching lightly at the fine hair. “Hey Baby Bat, it’s me here. I can help you, but you’ve got to ease up a little, okay?” He makes a small move to pull out of those arms, get Dami to actually look at him.

The whine is low, a noise he’s never heard out of their Robin before tonight, but those arms tighten on instinct, and now they’re pressed together from chest to hip and–and…

Oh.

“You’re going into a RUT?!”

Because of course. His luck is that awful.

“T-Timmm,” is growly and low, deeper than Robin’s usual voice, and Tim can’t suppress the shudder that goes through him.

“You’re presenting, better late than never, right?” He keeps petting even when something wet moves up the side of his throat, making a tremor go through him. “We need to–to call Jon, okay? He can help you.”

“Tim, you…” and there’s another lick to his throat, dragging over his skin like Dami’s savoring him.

“I-I’m not–” but Dami abruptly lets him go and drops down to kneel, shoving his face in the soft t-shirt over Tim’s stomach.

Hands are on his hips now, the tight hold gripping him.

He pulls the comm out of Dami’s ear, the presenting Alpha not flinching away, staying where he kneels, inhaling the scent of Omega.

Tim fumbles the comm in his ear, tapping frantically until the sound of whoosh is in the foreground.

“Hey babe,” Jon’s voice rumbles over the line, “have a good night with Red Robin?”

“Sorry, wrong Robin,” Tim stares down at Dami’s slack features with wide eyes, taking in the closed eyes, “We...that is, Robin needs you in Gotham ASAP.”

“Diverting course now,” is the immediate response, Jon’s voice changing to Superboy’s. “T, is he hurt?”

Unsure of who could be listening on the line, Tim makes a fast decision, tries to take a small step back. The hands tighten down immediately, Dami’s back straightening, eyes snapping open. The growl is something deep, vibrating the chest against his thighs, pulling at his inner Omega.

“He’s not hurt, but he might get out of control if I don’t get someone here quickly.” Tim gently lays a trembly hand on Dami’s shoulder, gets the Alpha to look up at him with those green eyes.

“Baby Bat, this isn’t...you don’t really want to do this, okay? Try to think for me, Dami. This is just because I’m an Omega, so I need you to try and think.”

“Wait, what?” Jon’s voice sounds horrified.

Shit. Forgot to tap the comm off. But, really, his inner Omega is starting to enjoy all the attention of an Alpha male, newly presented or not, so Tim totally gives himself an out here.

“Jon,” he tries to be calm, but Dami is lifting up his shirt and sticking his goddamned nose right in Tim’s belly button. His eep probably isn’t helping anything.

“Hold on, Tim, I’m almost there.”

The snuffles of breath against his stomach, brush of mouth, and Tim’s instinct to get the fuck away hits abruptly–

(Your boyfriend is going to kick my ass if he sees this.)

–and he moves fast, both hands on Dami’s wrist to loosen the hold and spin away from the Alpha male to give himself some space, pulling the current Robin off balance.

He ends up back by the big computer, eyes going wildly to his harness and utility belt discarded at his workstation.

The low growling reverberates through the Cave, making the bats above screech and start to flap around, and Tim’s whole body goes tight with what he’s sure to be an oncoming fight, wondering how that’s going to go with a rut-fevering Alpha, one that’s also his partner, his friend.

(The Omega in him doesn’t give a shit, just knows how good that musk smells, how much the Alpha is in need, how much it craves the attention, how much it wants.)

Dami’s eyes are glittering green, muscles tense as he stalks closer, eyeing the Omega he wants, the one that smells...delicious.

The rumbling purr breaks out of him again, something soft and soothing, meant to entice.

“Don’t make me fight you,” Tim swallows, eyes all for Baby Bat getting closer to him, body language giving away everything. “Dami, I don’t want to hurt you.”

But it looks like his words are lost to the Rut haze since the Alpha only purrs louder, his musk stronger even in a place as spacious as the Cave.

All right, then. It’s time to have a plan.

He feins right, darting half a step, then takes off near the bad guy trophies. The massive penny is probably a perfect distraction right about now.

Dami leaps from his side, cutting him off, the Alpha manifesting in him giving chase. Tim manages to leg sweep him, escaping reaching hands.

He doesn’t make it to the penny before Dami is pretty much body slamming him into the Cave floor, bigger hands pinning his wrists over his head, knees spreading him, and the growling Alpha is looming over him, the musk calling to his inner Omega.

“No! Dami, Dami!”

But the swipe of wet over his jugular makes his knees tremble, his back arch and not in that I’m trying to escape kind of way.

(But really, it’s been a long time, and he’s an Omega, the scent of a strong, able Alpha is like Fear Toxin or Joker Venom, it gets in his lungs, makes his inner Omega plaint, makes his scent stronger to appeal to the Alpha. Their bodies work against them.)

Dami’s free hand holds his jaw to the side so he can shove his nose in Tim’s scent gland and inhale deeply. He’s laying on top, their chests pressed together when the purring starts, and the rumble against him is obviously affecting him.

He almost wants to cry when Dami rolls his hips down, and fuck, he’s– he’–

“No,” Tim moans in Dami’s hold, his hips juttering up because he’s starting to get hard, their sweatpants making it easy to tell. “We...we can’t. J-on, Dami, you’ve got to remember Jon–”

But he loses all thought when that mouth latches on to his throat and sucks.

He cries out, bucks up when his body responds with want.

If he doesn’t do something fast, Jon is going to viciously–

“O-oh, oh wow, I…”

Because Superboy is suddenly right there watching Tim writhe on the floor under Dami, and Jon’s eyes are huge and blue, his face pink.

“It’s not–” Tim tries, “it’s just because I’m an Omega!”

“If you want to believe that,” Jon lands on his feet, moves easily to wrap both arms around his boyfriend to lift him off Tim without any effort. “Then I’m not the one to tell you differently, right Dames?”

The newly-presented Alpha tries to lunge out of the hold, to go back to the Omega scrambling to his feet.

Tim is sure his face is red enough to match Dami’s tunic, and he turns slightly to try hiding the obvious erection in his sweatpants.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim sputters, arms around himself, “but if he did something to me while he’s very obviously dating you, he’d never forgive himself.”

But Jon seems very undisturbed about finding his boyfriend all over another guy, “sure, if we hadn’t already talked about it before. Him presenting as an Alpha this late wasn’t part of that though, so you might have a point.” Jon suddenly grins over the struggling Robin at Tim’s shocked face.

“Jon, he could barely stand me for years–” and the bitter scent of old pain takes over Tim’s sweetness because fuck, he’d wiped off the scent blockers.

But the change in scent makes Dami stop struggling against Jon’s hold, for both Alphas to suddenly have laser focus right on him. Caught up off his feet by Jon’s arms, Dami stops struggling, those green eyes intensely on Tim, hunched over slightly, holding himself.

“Oh Tim,” Jon sighs softly, and it comes out in a soft purr, “he’s been crazy about you for years. I mean, c’mon, you’re the best Robin detective!”

“But he’s with you. I-I would never do anything to fuck that up,” he’s starting to inch away, closer to the winding staircase, “you have to know that, Jon. I would never–”

“I gave him permission, Tim,” Jon cuts him off, “if you ever gave him the chance. O-or if you ever gave us the chance, we would take care of you."

Tim.exe has stopped.

"Geeze, do you even know how many times we talked about seeing you through your Heat? Even if he was a Null at the time, just talking about having you in bed with us was enough to make him go multiple times. I’m half-Kryptonian and I still had to tap out after round --“

“You would do that?” Tim cuts him off, voice strangely strained, “you would - you and Dami would - would take care of me? During my Heat?”

And Jon pauses in his ramble, only one arm around the presenting Alpha’s chest, still holding him slightly back. But Damian hears something in Tim’s tone that is upsetting. It makes him angry, makes him reach out an open hand in the hopes Tim takes it.

“Yes,” is edged with a growl, his hand open and waiting.

“We absolutely would take care of you, Tim, Heat or not. I swear, we won’t hurt you.” And Jon means it, says it unconsciously with his Superboy voice like Tim is a scared civilian and not a seasoned vigilante. “You would be safe with us.”

“I…” but his eyes dart to Jon who is churning out the most pleasant happy Alpha scent. “I can help make the Rut easier. If - If it- “

“Yes,” both Alphas growl at the same time, but Jon wasn’t holding Damian back anymore.

It was both of them inching forward, Dani’s hand out, his other clenched in Jon’s cape, brining his Alpha mate with him.

"It's statically easier for Alphas to have an Omega the first time," he rambles breathlessly, watching them come closer, the tension in his shoulders easing at the scents. He seems to sway with bare feet, hand twitching toward what they're offering.

"It'll be easier if Dames has you, not just an Omega," Jon rumbles while Damian slyly snatches Tim's hand, reels him closer. "We've got a Rut room at his place in Wayne Tower."

"Bet mine is more secure in the Perch," Tim mumbles in Dami's neck, eyes rolling up to look at Jon while the presenting Alpha inhales sharply again his throat. The noise coming out of him reverberates through all three of them.

"Decision, decisions," Jon smirks over his mate's shoulder, nose barely skimming the other side of Tim's neck, a ghost of a touch.

It still makes a certain scent spike.

It's Damian that makes the final decision, lifting his head and one hand to pull Jon's mouth to his, growl and lick and bite while Tim watches, the tension in his abdomen getting tighter, warmer, the ust surrounding them as the Alphas fight for dominance.

Right in front of him.

The noise that comes out of Tim's throat is enough to spur someone into actions because--

-- the next second, the cave camera blur and the three disappear from sight, leaving behind discarded suits. Twenty seconds later, the lights click off for the night, leaving the bats to settle back down.

#drab #abo #tagged for anon #can't believe I remember how to tag #omega!tim #alpha!jon #alpha!dami #tim drake #damian wayne #jon kent #have I written this?#idk

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fanficshiddles · 3 days

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Eternally Mine, Chapter 7

‘Settle down, everyone. I know you’re all excited about the Christmas ball next weekend, but we still need to focus on our work. It’s almost the end of the day, so stay with me for this last while, please.’ Loki called out firmly to the class.

The students all quietened down, though he made sure to try and keep their attention. Claire smirked at him, she was stood at the back of the class. Loki glanced at her and hid his own smirk, he knew she liked it when he got all bossy.

There was just under two hours left when Loki noticed students from other classes leaving already out in the corridor. He was confused, and was about to ask Claire to see if she could find out what was going on, when Chris entered the room looking uneasy.

‘Class dismissed early. Head straight home.’ He said firmly to the students.

The students were confused, yet they all jumped up to their feet, happy about getting home early.

‘What’s going on?’ Loki asked Chris while the students began piling out of the class.

‘We need to get to the hospital. David’s been shot by a hunter. He didn’t turn up after lunch time, one of his students came to tell me he was missing. I found him outside, just next to the football court. I called Dad and he’s taken him to the hospital.’ Chris quickly explained.

Loki and Claire rushed to grab their bags, then headed out while Chris went to dismiss the rest of the classes and alert the others.

Luckily Loki had driven himself and Claire to work that morning, so they hopped into the car and raced to the hospital, thankfully it was only ten minutes away. When they got there, Chris had just arrived, he’d flown there.

The three of them headed inside and went to reception to ask where David was, the receptionist directed them to one of the vampire wards, but when they got there David wasn’t there.

‘He must be getting seen to.’ Loki said as he ran his hand through his hair.

Claire put her arms around Loki’s arm. ‘I’m sure he’ll be ok…’ She said softly.

‘Did he look bad?’ Loki asked Chris.

‘He was unconscious, it’s his arm that's been hit.’ Chris swallowed hard.

‘Hopefully dad can save him… It depends how fast the silver will have spread through his body.’ Loki said worriedly.

‘It’s worrying that a hunter was at the school again.’ Claire said quietly.

‘I had a thorough search once dad got to David, but couldn’t find the hunter. We will just need to be extra cautious, perhaps lock the school when the students are in. Have someone on the door to make sure there’s no strangers coming in.’ Chris said.

Loki and Claire nodded in agreement.

Two minutes later, David was wheeled into the ward in a bed. They were so relieved to see that he was awake, his arm was in a sling though was healing fast already. His face was a bit sunken in and even paler than usual because of the silver that had been in his system, but he was ok considering.

‘Jesus, man. You gave us a scare.’ Loki let out a small nervous laugh, he was so relieved to see he was ok.

‘It’ll take more than a silver bullet to kill me.’ David smirked but groaned a little.

‘Don’t get too cocky, it was a close call.’ Lucius said as he walked in. The porter that had wheeled David in put the breaks on the bed then left the room.

‘Luckily the bullet went right through your arm, only leaving some fragments of silver inside your arm. We managed to quickly isolate it all and get it out of your system, but a minute longer and it could’ve been fatal.’ Lucius continued as he put some notes on the end of his bed.

‘Thank you.’ David said as he managed to sit up.

‘What happened?’ Claire asked.

David was about to explain, when the door burst open and Matt came rushing in.

‘Bloody hell, David. I thought I was going to come in and find you dead!’ Matt said as he walked over to his bedside and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

‘Aww, were you worried about me?’ David teased.

‘Of course I was. Ken needs his Barbie for next Halloween.’ Matt teased and made the others laugh. Though everyone could see the pure relief on his face as he collapsed onto the chair at the bedside.

‘What happened?’ Matt asked.

‘I was just about to explain before you rudely burst in.’ David tsked at him with a smirk. ‘I was just outside watching during lunch, then I was about to head back inside once all the students were in, but I could smell a hunter. I went to investigate and there were two of them, I was about to attack when another shot me from across the football grounds. They must’ve noticed someone coming out as they soon scarpered, thankfully. Though I blacked out. Who found me?’

‘I did. Do you not remember speaking to me?’ Chris asked with an eyebrow up.

David shook his head.

‘You were declaring your love for Matt, saying he’s your soulmate, that you could feel it and just didn’t want to tell him in-case he turned you down. You wanted me to tell him once you passed.’ Chris said with a deadly serious look on his face.

Claire and Loki looked shocked, believing him. Though not as shocked as Matt looked, he turned to look at David like he’d just seen a ghost.

David’s eyes widened. ‘That’s not true!’ He yelled and pointed at Chris.

Chris then broke face and began laughing.

‘You utter dick!’ David grabbed the tumbler of water at his bedside and tossed it at Chris, though Chris swiftly knocked the tumbler out of the way.

It clattered to the floor, though Claire and Loki were laughing hysterically over the sound of it. Matt shook his head and put his face in his hands.

Lucius smirked as he shook his head. ‘Get plenty of rest tonight, David. You can leave in the morning once the nurse has checked you over just to be sure.’

‘Yeah… Thanks.’ David nodded, though he glared at Chris again.

Chris just smirked with his arms folded over his chest.

They stayed with David for a short while, then the nurse wanted them out so he could rest. Since he did just have surgery, even though he was almost back to normal already. So everyone headed home.

‘I’m so glad David is ok.’ Claire sighed when she got into the car with Loki.

‘Me too.’ Loki reached over and squeezed her thigh.

‘It is worrying that hunters are back in the area though, especially at the school.’ Claire said.

‘I know, we will be more alert. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.’ Loki assured her and reached up to cup her cheek.

Claire closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, smiling. ‘I know you will. My vampy protector.’ She opened her eyes and turned to kiss his palm.

Loki slid his hand round to the back of her head as he leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips.

‘We best get home. I am starving now.’ He hummed.

‘Me too.’ Claire said, then right on time her stomach let out a growl, making Loki chuckle.

‘Is it just me or is Chris turning more into a jokester?’ Claire commented as Loki drove them home.

‘A little, yes. He used to often be like that when we were younger. I suspect Louise is bringing the softer side out in him. So, we will likely be subject to more jokes.’ Loki said as he rolled his eyes.

‘Well, it’s better than him insulting you and trying to threaten us.’ Claire laughed.

‘That’s very true.’ Loki agreed.

When Chris got home after going hunting for a quick feed, he let out a groan as he collapsed on the sofa and put his feet up. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that Louise had messaged him, making his heart flutter.

L: Claire just told me about David being shot today, is he going to be ok? Are you ok? Were you hurt? Is there anything I can do?

C: I’m absolutely fine, thank you, sweetheart. David is going to be good, thankfully it went through the side of his arm so dad was able to save him pretty easily before the silver spread through him. He’s already on the mend and will be discharged in the morning.

L: That’s good he’s going to be ok, and I’m glad you’re not hurt.

C: Very sweet of you to be concerned… You’re not getting out of being my date for the ball that easily ;)

L: Damn... I’ll need to try feeding you some garlic instead.

C: Note to self: don’t eat anything from Louise.

L: Oh well, I’m out of ideas. Guess I’ll need to just suck it up and be your date, which will be such a hardship.

Chris chuckled, he was happy she was teasing with him confidently. They had been messaging most days, though he couldn’t wait to see her again next weekend at the ball. It couldn’t come quick enough for his liking.

C: I promise, you’ll have a good time!

L: I know I will. I can’t wait to see you again.

C: I can’t wait either.

L: I was actually thinking of going to feed the ducks tomorrow afternoon… I was wondering, if you’re not busy, if you’d maybe like to join me? If that’s not really your thing, I understand.

C: I would love to. What time will I meet you there?

L: About 2?

C: Perfect. I’ll be there.

L: See you then! x

Chris couldn’t stop smiling now as he sank back against the sofa and put his phone down.

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