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monstresshorn · 26 days

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Used & Bruised

Pairing: na-baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x afab!warrior!reader

Summary: you were Glossu Rabbans wife for a year, he never provided you with much, just the perfect amount. This relationship bores you and you seek excitement from his little brother Feyd. This is how an affair blooms and rises.

Warnings: 18+, violence, dark rommance, toxic couple, cheating/affair, sadism, dagger play, shaming, breeding kink. p in v sex/ but for now only slight mentions and acts that involve sexual activity, there will be more smut in part 2.

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when your mother first told you that you were meant to marry Glossu Rabban, a man that is at least a decade older than you, you were rightfully shocked. at the time you were eighteen, just came of age and already sold off to a family for a truce that wont last a year.

your wedding was boring, there were subjects screaming and cheering as we walked out of the ceremony, Glossu, as usual let out a yell of triumph. just great..

i was forced to meet his relatives, which i understood before that he had very little. you already knew the Baron so you greeted your uncle-in law with a great smile, he always looked out for you when you were a child and that was why he wanted you to marry his eldest nephew, fucking disgusting beast he may be. a boy, not much younger than me came up behind the baron, he was actually quite handsome, we shook hands and exchanged glances. "its nice to finally meet you, sister in law."

--- present day ---

me and Feyd had gotten closer, i attended his coming of age ceremony too, my good for nothing husband, on arakis, dealing with 'rats' as he calls them, of course he would dare miss his brothers birthday, its laughable. after he had defeated all three atreides he confronted his uncle, i didnt hear about what, i only heard Feyds anger laced voice saying something so low and raspy i couldnt hear it that well, then the doors shut.

i always knew the boy looked for my approval in everything he did, ever since i married his brother, every corpse that hit the ground, every word he said, he would look me in the eye, and smile. at least i think its a yearn of approval, i did the same thing to my father when i was as young as him..

his birthday was yesterday, he finally came of age which mean he has more power than he already had. he never used his power against me, ever. he knew he probably couldnt take me in a fight, its obvious. everytime we sparred i always won, i have been training with him since i moved in. im only 4 years older than him so we understood and had mutual respect for eachother. i dont know if hes letting me win, but ive seen him be so much more brutal with the slaves that he fights. especially the one that wasnt drugged at the ceremony.

Glossu never provided me with children, somehow, he couldnt, everytime we tried. i bled almost every single time, he was rough, and it wasnt enjoyably rough, it was like he was ripping me open, not in the way where i insinuate that his dick is big because honestly its um.. i shall just say its not impressive in any way..

there has been many times that i would find out that Feyd had gotten another women pregnant. why is it that he can do it so well but his brother doesnt even know where my clit is. its not like he goes anywhere near it anyway.

that night i decided to take a walk around the palace, my husband, who i saw for a brief moment, and now i cant find him. so i guess im on my own now. i stride the cold halls, knowing that im untouchable.

i go to check if my brother in law is asleep, but when i creak open his door, which is only 3 rooms down from mine, all i hear is moans, i roll my eyes and open the door a bit more so i can step in. the lights are on and all i can see is a three on one sex scene.

"ahem." i state my prescence. Feyd is laying on the bed facing up as one concubine rides him, one sits on his face while the third waits to switch out with one of them. Feyd lifts the sex beast off his face and looks at me. he props up on his elbows, still getting riden. "oh hello my lady."

"you were impressive the other day, but um.. i was hoping i could talk to you in private.?"

he stared at me for a second then yelled at his darlings to get out.

he was completely exposed, still hard, i tried my best not to look but it was quite large so.. "what do you need my lady?" he started stroking his cock, while looking me in the eye.. "uhm.. i just wanted to ask you where my husband is."

"where is your husband y/n.." he chuckles sitting up, hand still on his dick. "dont act coi you savage." he bit his lip, "come here."...

"No, You come here" in a blink of an eye he appeared infront of me. "you dare use the voice on me? you should be ashamed!" he laughed "Silence, kneel." he did so, still touching himself, he used his other hand to caress my bare legs from under my dress, all while smiling up at me. i tilted my head slightly. i grabbed his chin, "you really are seductive." he smirked at my comment. i reached down, touched his chest, down to his shaft, stroking it lightly, up and down, making him groan, we were seconds from eachothers lips.

"good night Feyd.. i'll see you tomorrow."

cliff hangerrr, this isnt edited btw lolll.

i hope you like it, it took 3 days to come up with ideas.

anyways pt 2 will come out in a few days up to a week.

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simplyholl · 10 months

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Out of My System Pt 3

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smuttish but no smut. 18+ only. Minors DNI. Eventual smut.

W/C: 1K

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After the Thor incident, rumor spread throughout the tower. You had heard everything except the truth. The wildest one, and your personal favorite was that Thor had caught you riding Loki in the bathtub, and Loki kept thrusting into you while he talked to his brother.

That one made you giggle. How absurd. It was Scott’s favorite one to tell, so you heard it at least one hundred times. Your teammate’s hushed voices, speculations, and giggles didn’t bother you. What got under your skin was Loki’s reaction to the rumors.

You would tell the others that wasn’t what happened, that you were wearing swimsuits and just washing off the mess of your sticky popsicles. But Loki would loudly set the record straight, denying that he would ever touch you in that way.

He couldn’t be attracted to a Midgardian. Unlike his brother, who would stick his dick in anyone who was willing, Loki was more selective of his partners. You knew that. You had discussed former relationships and lovers with each other.

One night, Thor brought home two women and Loki told you he could never stoop as low as his brother, that Earth women didn’t compare to the beauties on Asgard. You had no doubt. You could only imagine what those women looked like since the only Asgardians you knew were like beautiful sculptures come to life. It still stung for him to reject you so publicly.

You were sexually attracted to Loki. You figured everyone was, he had the most fans of all the Avengers. When the team did press events, bras and panties were thrown at him every time. He had confirmed this week that he would never touch you, but you couldn’t help recalling how it had felt in that bathtub. It seemed like he was holding himself back to keep from touching you.

You had to be imagining it, the same way you made up how it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room when you were together. If someone struck a match you were sure the whole compound would go up in flames. You had to get him out of your mind, so you finally agreed to be set up with Tony’s nephew, Ben. He was handsome, but nothing like Loki.

Loki hated that he had to deny his attraction to you in front of everyone. He wanted to reject you before you could hurt him. As soon as someone asked him about it, he vehemently denied the palpable chemistry that bubbled under his skin and filled the air with tension every time you were near. But you never said anything hurtful about him. You simply told the truth of the situation, not that those idiots believed it.

Loki walked down the long hallway to your apartment. He was coming to tell you goodbye. He and Thor were leaving for Asgard in an hour. He would be back in a few weeks, but couldn’t leave without seeing you. He knocked three times on the door, waiting to hear the shuffle of your feet on the hardwood floor, but it never came.

Instead, he heard you call out “Come in.” He entered, looking around for you. “I’ll be out in just a second. Have a seat.” Your voice sounded like it was coming from your bathroom. You had been waiting for Natasha to help you get ready for the party tonight.

You were so excited when you heard her knocking, you quickly got out of the shower wrapping a towel around you before exiting the steamy room. “I can’t decide which dress I want to wear, Nat. Ben’s favorite color is red, so I thought maybe this one.” You reached for the dress you had laid out on the back of your couch when Loki cleared his throat, revealing himself as your guest, not Natasha.

You jump, your erratic movements loosening the towel you thankfully put on before coming out. It drops to the floor with a thud. You and Loki remain silent for a second, staring at each other.

Loki’s eyes moved from your face to your exposed body. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn he was checking you out. He was probably comparing you to the women back home. That made your stomach hurt. He grabbed your towel, handing it to you. You covered yourself, wishing the floor would open and swallow you whole.

When Loki and Thor arrived on Asgard, Loki couldn’t hold back the one question that was on his mind. “Thor, who the hel is Ben?” Thor smiled at his brother’s question. “He is Stark’s nephew. I heard he wishes to court Y/N. I thought she was yours. Are you losing your touch?” Loki turned to Thor ready to unleash his fury when their mother interrupted them.

At night fall, Loki left his chambers in search of Fiona. She was his favorite lover. He often spent his nights during his visits buried inside her. They had slept together countless times over the past two hundred years. They never caught feelings for each other. It was just sex to both of them. That’s why Loki always went back to her. She didn’t cling to him or try to make it more than it was.

Fiona welcomed Loki inside her home without a stitch of clothing on. “I’ve been expecting you, my Prince.” Loki pushes her on the bed quickly removing his shirt. Her lips work against his moving to his neck and down his muscled stomach.

Loki wasn’t one to think of others during sex. He liked to be in the moment with his partners. Which is why he was surprised when he started thinking of you. How it would feel to have your lips on his. If you would be timid or eager with your affection.

The image of your naked body was burned into his mind. You were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He wondered what it would be like to have you writhing underneath him in pleasure.

“Stop” he nearly shouted at Fiona, placing his hands on her shoulders to still her movements. “I’m sorry if I have displeased you.” “It’s not you, Fiona. I…. I have met someone.” As the words left his mouth, he felt relieved to finally admit it.

Fiona listened to him talk all night. He told her everything from the moment you met until the towel incident. When he finished speaking, Fiona told him that he should sleep with you to rid himself of the feelings he had for you.

“You lose interest quickly, once you’ve slept with someone. You have only kept me around because I feel nothing for you. Perhaps once you take her to bed, all those feelings will fade. You’ll see it was all just curiosity.” Loki smiled to himself. What a brilliant idea.

Part Four

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inked-spirit · 1 year

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So continuation of this post ->

Jason adopts Danny as his own.

At first he has no idea what he's doing and does extensive research on how to care for his new son. He fumbles a bit at when actually buying baby products as he's not sure exactly what he'll need, intill a mother of two spots him and helps him out.

In order for the batfamily not to find out about his kid he just puts Danny to sleep before patrols and locks his whole apartment down, leaving a camera to watch over Danny and check on him when ever he gets the chance.

Sometimes making a quick pit stop back to feed or put him back to sleep if he woke up.

Eventually he gets the hang of parenting and hiding his son. Intill hes just relaxing, reading a book at the end of patrol before bed. And gets an unexpected visit from one of the bat fam (I'm thinking nightwing but could be any). They look between Jason and the sleeping baby in a cot before they evidently become incredibly concerned and confused.

Where did this baby even come from?

Why is there a baby? WHY DOES JASON HAVE A BABY??

Jason has to finally Reluctantly reveal his sons existence and the whole family goes wild.

Bruce: I have a grandson? :0

Dick: I have a Nephew! :D

Tim: Should we be concerned?

Duke: Oh God, the Bird adoption tendency has passed onto Jason..

Damian: ... What

Cass: Nephew :D

Stephanie: I'm gonna be an awesome aunt! >:D

They all immediately try and meet the little guy but have a hard time when a very protective Jason practically hisses at them when they try to get close without his invitation. Especially Bruce. Telling them all that he'll let them met him eventually over time under his choosing.

First is Alfred and Barbara (obviously) who is absolutely in love with little Danny on sight. His little great grandson. And Barbara's technical Nephew.

Bab's absolutely melts when she gets to hold his little self bundled in fabric. And tears up when reaches for her face and gently munches on her hair.

When Alfred got to hold him and he had to wipe his eyes then well, he just has to do some dusting later that's all.

Next is the overwhelmed with excitement Richard. Dick is absolutely overjoyed to meet his little Nephew and immediately crys when Jason allows him to hold the little guy and Danny grabs one of his fingers. The little guy was holding his finger! With his whole fist!

Cass and Steph were after Dick, Cass absolutely loved him and even had a gift lined up for him (that others were jealous of since they hadn't even thought about that!)

A stuffed toy Bat that Danny immediately took and held close. Steph followed up with Cass's idea and bought clothes for Danny, JL themed because it was funny.

Both got to hold him and both got to take turns bottle feeding him. He went to sleep in Cass's arms and had to be taken back by Jason.

Next up had been Duke and Tim. Both were very intrigued to meet him and Tim even made the comment that he looked identical to Jason.

Black hair, blue eyes, white streak. He was honestly suprised to hear from Jason that no, he was not biologically Danny's father. And that it was just incredible coincidence.

Duke makes fun of Jason with the Bruce adoption trait the entire time.

When they got to hold him they fell for his little chubby face and adorable sky blue eyes. This was the're Nephew, and they would absolutely protect the little guy from harm.

Finally it was Bruce and Damians turn,

Bruce was holding in all of his questions and all of his excitement. In order not to scare away his second son who had finally given the okay for him to meet his grandson.

Damian wasn't as enthusiastic as all the others but Bruce could tell he was curious.

As soon as Bruce laid eyes on the little bundled form in Jasons arms. He felt himself smile and his heart skip a beat.

That was the newest addition to his family. His little grandson.

His sons first and foremost rule was that Danny was his adopted son and not up for Bruce to take. Bruce readily agreed.

And that Danny was not to ever become a robin. Jason didn't want that for his son.

Damian looked at the little baby that in turn, turned to face Damian with wide eyes.

Damian blinked owlishly as the little one smiled widely and reached for him cooing.

Jason was also suprised.

"He likes the demon brat?"

Damian gave his hand to Danny experimentally and Danny happily took it and did not want to let go for a while.

Damian wondered if Danny would like animals?

Would Todd even let him show Danny all his animals?

Bruce would not not lie and say he wasnt jealous at the little ones quick effection to his youngest.

When Jason asked if Bruce would like to hold Danny he jumped at the opportunity. A rare show of trust, a sign of repair to there broken relationship.

When Danny was laid in Bruce's waiting arms it took all he had not to cry then and there. He was just so perfect. Danny curled up a bit and with an adorable little yawn, and drifted of to sleep in Bryce's arms.

I have all these random cute and funny sernarios in my head of Danny interacting with the family as he grows up.

Thinking that the whole family actively try and keep the vigilantism a secret from Danny intill hes a bit older.

Also thinking of either Danny still has his ghost powers and they just awaken incredibly slow over time from toddler age (floating toddler would be incredibly funny) or when he's just starting primary school and he's just absolutely terrified with no idea whats going on and Jasons freaking out on what to do. (Adding a how to care for your Meta child book in his library.)

I'm this 🤏 close to turning this into a fanfic>°>

With like a whole story line and everything. This au's begging to stick.

Also I have some art for this lined up that I'll post next.

Also @starkcravingmad tag as requested:)

#long post #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #jason todd #batfamily members #jason adopts danny au #what should i even name this au🤔#i dont know how to tag #baby danny #EDIT IVE SHORTENED IT:D

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madds-is-ace-trash · 1 year

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I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL IM SORRY

HI so don't except a lot from this chapter :/ its like all set up. Also i like cant write so…..

also my laptop is like on its last legs, hence why this is getting uploaded now and not a week ago. Also happy holidays.

Any who after this chapter get exited cus the next one is just Danny being a little menace >:-) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43353157/chapters/110594544

Chapter 6: A Bat, The Birds, And A .... Plane?

summary:Some tag, some shipping, and some plot set up.

“ Danny I promise they're gonna love you star-boy,” when Danny came out of the bathroom he looked a lot calmer than even this morning. Still visually nervous but he looked a lot more comfortable. Back in a shirt that was 4 sizes too big (Damian had already given them the smallest thing he had earlier), he fiddled with his hands as he walked over and lightly head-butted dicks leg. Dick fluffed the boy's hair leaning into Danny a little allowing the boy to cling to him. He had asked if Cass was ok, which was weird, had he thought he hurt her? He did suppose she didn't fallow dick and maybe the kid thought he had.He assured him that Cass was okay and that she was actually waiting with the others who wanted to meet him properly.

And Danny was right back to being shy and closed off, great. Well he supposed that was normal to some degree, at least most of the kids he encountered in both his day job and night job tended to be a little closed off. He was giving Danny reshuring words all the way back to the dining room, no one had actually finished dinner in the chaos. Cass shot dick a satisfied grin seeing that Danny still had the blanket in tow as he leaned against dick chest, the kid only made it about halfway down the hall before dick scooped him up like a puppy.

His sister was the first to scurry over to her brother's place in the doorway. Some of the tension the kid was caring released upon seeing her soft smile. “ Hi buddy are you doing ok?” she asked in a soft tone. All Danny did was nod. Then after a moment he looked her up and down, then at dicks shoulder, and then proceeded to make GRABBY HANDS towards his sister. Cas gently took the boy up on his offer leaving dick to do nothing but stare in shock. Betrayal by his own son and it hadn't even been 48 hours!

But then again maybe it wasn't a betrayal? The whole time Danny had been keeping himself off of the shoulder that he had clung onto for dear life during the fiasco with Bruce. Had Danny not wanted to aggravate it? He did ask if Cass was ok upstairs. O man Danny had realized he may have hurt dick and was worried about hurting him further. How….how did. “Danny just so you know my shoulder ok. Promise buddy it wasn't that bad,” dick leaned in and whispered. He didn't want the little dipper beating himself up over a sore shoulder; this was nothing.

Cass on the other hand looked like she was having the time of her life, her whole face lit up in the same way one would look at a kitten. Well if Danny could take to cass so easily maybe there was hope that the rest of his gaggle wouldn't turn out so bad?

Then dick looked at Bruce, who was staring at the boy but otherwise keeping his distance.

He could make this work!

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It took all of Cass’s willpower to not bounce up and down with excitement. Her nephew just got his stitches fixed; she wasn't about to tear them. He was a lot lighter than she had thought, then again it explained how dick just seemed to forget he was caring for him when she picked them up. Also she was so totally getting those cool aunt points!

Tim , Damian, and Duke all sat at the table not daring to say anything just yet. Even Damian, with all his ‘this is ridiculous’ and ‘I don't understand the eagerness over some child’ was fidgeting in his seat. Cass looked all her brothers in the eye and decided Duke was probably her best bet. She nodded at Dick to follow and they made way over to the day time hero. He really should be in bed but he Insisted on staying up.

“Hi there, Danny right?” Duke said upon realizing he was first pick. Honestly he was kinda glad after all he was the only other person who had been around Danny in some way. “ My name's Duke, I’m one of dicks brothers. I helped him find you when you flew off.” Duke kept his volume low and steady; he still wasn’t quite Sure if the kid's hearing was affected by his ability.

“You're the meta right?” His answer was just as quiet, Danny asked, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

“Why yes I am, little man, Gatta says though I’m glad to have another powered up little friend around.” Duke said with a wink.

This made Danny giggle the sound open and soft like the chiming of a bell. The boy in Cass's arms leaned out more, clearly Comforted by Duke's quiet yet playful tone.

Dick chimed in with a wicked grin across his face which could only mean one thing, “ Yeah gotta say you guys could totally chill”

Danny immediately got excited at the prospect of puns, dang mabey this really was Dick secret love child. “ O Yhea! Icy what you did there. We could have a hail of a time.” Danny giggles barely able to keep his composure.

Dicks hand flew over his mouth barely keeping back the barrage of giggles. Cas liked dicks puns and all but this; it might be dangerous.

“Oh my lord,” Tim blurted out in a ‘I'm too tired to deal with this’ tone.

“Why Ice puns of all things? that seems ridiculous, he’s not Mr. Freeze Richard.” Damian hissed, however his face screamed Curiosity.

“ Oh Yeah right I didn’t mention that, Danny accidentally frosted over his blanket a little.” Dick rattled off adding yet another item to the ever growing list of Danny’s supposed abilities.

Damian thought about it for a moment, then nodded, “ Yes well I guess that makes some semblance of sense, I do believe Jon has done the same thing on more than one occasion.”

“You have a friend that can make frost! It would be snow cool to meet him.” Danny chirped, his Weight shifting off of Cass as he began to float with excitement.

“Calm down silly you're gonna float away,” cas said rubbing the boy's shoulder.

“ Yhea don’t wanna be out of this world now do we?“ Dick chucked.

Dick and Danny laughed, Tim and Damian groaned, and Duke and Cass were smiling. Yeah this meet and greet was Turning out to go smoother than they thought.

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Bruce needed to calm down, his children were all giggles and smiles,( well except maybe Damian but as close as he could get to that, so besides him) they obviously were already growing attached to the little meta that had found there what in the dicks care. But Damian had brought up a fair point, some of the child’s powers did remind him of Jon and well Clark by extension.

So now Bruce was worried, it wouldn’t have been the first time Clark had been cloned. But the kid was obviously injured so Surely that couldn’t be the case? Clark and Jon were practically indestructible. But then again Alfred had texted him to say that there had been green flecks in the boy's blood. They still had to test it but…But If the boy was a clone, one used to find and exploit the kryptonians weaknesses.

“So Danny? What do you like to do for fun?” Tim asked the boy who was floating with excitement. His daughter kept a firm grip to ground the boy.

“I like games and books!”

“Oh what type of games?”

They boy thought for a moment his face scrunched in thought as if the Memories were hard to recall his hand placed on his chin(like how Clark looked when he was thinking about something) “I like tag!” Danny chirped his to blue to be human eyes widened with excitement.

Ok Yeah this is definitely a problem, Bruce needs to get his heart rate under control, before the actual Clark listens in and senses his panic.

And as if on cue his phone rang.

“ I’m sorry I’ll be just a moment,” Bruce excused himself as his children planned how to set up a game of tag with a meta that can fly.

“ Yes Clark”

“ Hey B everything alright? You sound like something is wrong.”

“Clark, I need you to be honest with me…. Have, have you been cloned again to your knowledge?”

“ Not that I know of what makes you ask that,” worry began to creep into Kent's voice.

“ Clark I think, I think something bad is happening.”

“Bruce, what’s going on?”

“Dick brought home a kid no older than 6, he found the kid in an alley passed out.” Bruce took a sharp inhale “ who ever managed to hide him there fought and paid with there life, there was way to much blood and no body”

Clark Hummed in agreement.

“ The kid is covered in scars, way too many to be childhood recklessness. And on top of that the freshest wound is a y shape going across his chest.” Bruce paused not wanting to think of the implications but they were clear as day, “ some one vivisected him Clark.”

“No who… you said he was 6. Wait, if you think he’s my clone how would that be possible. It would be impossible right?”

“Normally, however, the kid has green flecks in his blood. We haven’t been able to test them yet but. But that mixed with what powers he’s displayed.”

Silence from the other end of the line.

“Clark?”

“I’m on my way B.”

“Clark, you don’t have to do that.”

“Yes yes I do, your heart rate keeps climbing and a potential clone, that is an actual child, is in your care.” Clark softens his tone. “I’m not making you do this alone B.”

“ The kid was found in Gotham, it’s not safe for you or Jon here till we figure out what’s happening.”

“Too late Brucie, I'll see you in an hour.”

Better warn the kids that uncle Clark Is stopping by.

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“Are you Sure it’s safe to have him play tag?” Tim asked his brother. Danny was floating along the hallway being pulled along by Cass towards Dicks gym.

“Yep of course Timbo he promised to be careful and after all we gotta get this energy out of him somehow y’all got him all wound up.” He wasn’t wrong Danny couldn’t contain himself enough to land back on the floor. He had even done a few flips when they said they could play. “And after all poor duke stayed up so long already the least we can do is get the kid to come down so he can sleep in peace.”

Dick wasn’t wrong Duke had gone to bed but Tim knew he was having a rough time. It was actually Danny who convinced Duke to get some sleep, gave him his new blanket and everything.

When they got to the gym Dick got to work covering the place in Mats. Cass stepped up to help and Tim was left with Danny and Damian. The kid practically vibrated with eximent. Dicks gym was actually pretty big, it’s actually we’re Tim had learned some of his parkour and gymnastics he used for his night job. That meant it would be the perfect place to jump and swing after a flying meta child.

“ Can I help set it up! Where do you keep the guns? I can get those!” Danny blurted out innocently like he hadn’t just asked for a weapon.

“Guns?“ Tim swung his head towards the boy trying to keep his expression flat.

“Yhea! Normally when we play tag mom and dad or sometimes the other people shoot at me. You gotta try not to get hit.”

Tim froze in place, his mom and dad shot at him and he thinks it’s a game? That’s another point for the Science experiment list. “Well we said we were taking it easy, remember? So um no guns this time.”

“Oh ok.” Danny said easy enough at least, but he was clearly confused at the lack of weapon’s.

“Ok let’s lay down some ground rules!” Dick chimed bouncing on his heels. “ First little man, you can fly but you can’t go above 10 feet. We still gotta be able to catch you after all. “ Danny nodded, “ ok great! Next, this is a friendly game so no pushing or shoving. And lastly” dick tapped Damian lightly on the shoulder, “YOUR IT!” And the game was on.

Dicks gymnasium was perfect for this weird game of aerial tag, the whole thing was covered in beans and bars, hanging loops, and plenty of places to jump and launch oneself into the air. Combine that with all the training the gang of birds( and a bat technically but Cass was as much of a bird as the rest of them) had gone through, they had no problem keeping up with the floating boy.

Danny was actually pretty good at keeping the 10 feet rule, and when he went above it he would jerk himself back down. He also kept his turns pretty wide probably to keep him from twisting himself too much. Before long Damian had tagged Cass, launching himself from on top or a beam and tapping her on her shoulder. Cass giggled with delight and began the chase, the chain continued: dick, Danny, Tim, Cass,Damian,Danny,back to Cass, and now Tim.

Danny had the biggest grin on his face as he turned around and stuck his tongue out at Tim. Oh Tim was so gonna catch this kid. He took a running start then jumped and grabbed onto a horizontal bar, using his momentum to spin himself around and launch off. Propelling himself into the air after Danny. That was until the door flung open, causing Tim to turn to see who it was. He felt himself falling as he reached for his grapple…. He doesn’t have a grapple, he’s going to hit the floor. At least dick and Cass had laid Matts. He went to curl himself to roll the fall.

But he never hits the floor, he’s hanging in the air being held by the back of his shirt like a kitten. And who else is holding him but Danny. Holding Tim like he weighs nothing. And of course it just had to be B and Clark who had bust threw the door.

Tims face went red as dick and case giggled in the background. This was not happening.

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When Clark walked in he was a little surprised to be fair. He had heard the children giggling from down the hall even without his super hearing. But a game of arial tag was not what he had expected. And on top of that the clone(Danny he apparently liked to be called), had ‘saved’ Tim from a fall and was holding him up with one hand like he weighed nothing.

The boy's heart rate proceeded to sky rocket as his eyes flicked between Bruce and Clark. The kids bright blue eyes wide. He gently places Tim on his feet then rushes to hide behind Bruce's oldest. The man was hanging upside on a ring, his legs hooked around it. The small boy is clinging to dicks pants. Floating Soundlessly mid-air.

“I'm sorry we didn't mean to scare you,” Bruce offers, holding his hands up so they're visible. Clark followed, B did warn the boy was jumpy. “ Sorry, I texted you, I thought you read it.”

“No it's ok,” Dick said in a soft tone patting the boy's shoulder despite his position, “ We were playing tag so we were kind of distracted.” Dick does a flip landing on his feet. Danny swiftly scrambled into his arms hiding his face Against the man's chest. The boy's heart seems to calm at the touch.

“ I'm sorry if we spooked you,” Clarke offered, trying to keep his voice mello, “ can I make it up to you?”

The boy ignored them, gripping tighter onto Dicks shirt.

He couldn't deny Bruce's observation, the boy did kind of look like Clark but he was…off. Maybe a side effect of what they had done to him? He looked at the slightly shorter man next to him. His face was glazed with worry, a consequence of the man’s ever-bleeding heart. But He would be lying if he said he didn't like it, Bruce had always had a soft spot for children.

“Danny this is Clark, he's really nice I promise,” dick nudged the boy. All of the kids had crowded around Dick, forming a half circle. Cass rubbed Danny's back gently prompting him to reach for and hold her hand. Even Damian had moved, his body held wound like he was ready to pounce if either man took a step forward. “ he's a friend”

“Danny, I just wanted to say hello I'm not going to hurt you,” he thought about what Bruce had told him about the boy. The way he explained the boy's apparent love of books and stars with a soft smile on his face. Clark loved that smile. “ You like stars right? That’s pretty cool, did you know that a lot of the stars have story’s connected to them.”

They boy perked up at the mention of story’s. “Stories!” They boy practically vibrated.

“Yes?” Clark stated hestinly, the boy's excitement sending a strange buzzing sensation throughout the kryptonians body.

“Can we tell stories,” Danny tugged softly on dicks shirt, “ please.”

“Shure why not!” Dick chimed happily.

2 hours later

Clark was a patient man but sitting down for 2 hours as a child told the legends about stars has pushed him to his limit. It wasn’t even that Danny was annoying or had I’ll intentions, it was that he was just so excited. He would regularly start floating and have to be grounded, or would lose track of the story on a side tangent. He stimmed with his hands a lot, which had caused him to hit more than one person on accident.

Take all that with the fact that Clark took the opportunity to use his x-ray vision on the boy. He didn’t like what he found. For the most part they boy was normal, but a pit sat where his heart would be. A mass that Clark could not see through. B had said the boy had evidence that he was vivisected. He also said the kid had green flecks in his blood. Which could only mean one thing. Whoever cut the boy open had implanted one of those little green rocks inside his heart.

It made Clark sick as he watched this boy, who’s heartbeat was just a littel to slow, who’s frame was small with malnutrition, and who had been left abandoned. Some had hurt this kid clone or not. Conner was a clone but he was just as much Clark's as jon was. The fact that the boy was still functioning was a testament to how much he had been around it.

Bruce seemed to sense Clark’s tension placing his hand in his.

Well it did help, It didn’t stop his worry.

Danny turned around slowly and looked Clark in the eyes. A confused expression crossed his face. “ That man likes your daddy.” He said to dick ‘a matter of factly’.

The room went silent Cass and dick stifling laughs. Clarks cheeks began to heat, being called out by a six year old.

“I um…. Yes I do like his dad? B and I are good friends.” Clark managed to blurt out his Accent cutting through in his flustered state. Him and Bruce had started experimenting but it wasn’t even serious Enough to tell the kids yet.

“ No you like him” Danny said with a devilish grin. “ I can hear it.” Clark took note that when the boy said ‘hear’ he placed his hand on his chest.

“ Ok I think we're done for the night!” Tim shoots up scoping Danny out of the air. “ Come one Dick don’t you think we should get Danny in bed.”

“I’m not tir!-“

“Yep totally,” dick giggled. “Come on starshine, it’s late.” Cass popped up beside him and sent her father a small smile. “ You wanna be able to play tomorrow right?” Dick siad pinching the boy's cheek.

Damian hadn’t said a word he was,Pouting? He had a sour expression on his face, not one Clark thought he liked. “Sleep now, wounds heal” Cass added as she finished putting away the last of the Mats they had been sitting on.

“ Oh we’ll then good night Danny,” Bruce added his tone soft. “ I hope to see you in the morning?”

“I agree it’s awfully late and I do have school in the morning.” Damian half heartily complained as he left the room. Clark hadn’t even noticed he had gotten up. All of B's children processed to scurry out of the room full of giggles and smirks. Well this is not how he thought this night would go.

“Hm” Bruce finally added into the silent room. “ So what do you think of him?”

“To be honest I think he’s going to fit right in, a little detective already.” He grubles, “ But B something is wrong with him”

“What Clark?” The tension returned to Bruce’s shoulders. “What did you see?”

“It’s not what I did, it’s what I couldn't. I think…. I think someone implanted kryptonyte into the boy's heart. It makes too much Sense, it explains the flecks in his blood, why I can’t see his heart, why he seems so physically weak, and the surgery wound.” Clark looked at B, staring into his soft blue eyes, “ Someone, something, hurt that boy and I don’t know if it’s even safe for us to fix it.”

And that look Clark hated to see was back. The look of hopelessness, the same one he had when they lost someone in a mission. The same look that happens when he thinks of Jason.

And this time he doesn’t know how to fix it.

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“So timbo any reason in particular you stormed out,” Dick finally broke the silence of the hallway. Dick, Cass, and Tim were all sitting in the hallway outside of dicks old room, they had tucked Danny into bed but none had the heart to stray too far.

“ I don’t want to talk about it.” He mumbled his face tinting pink.

“Tim did you not know? Buddy it's so obvious I swear. How did you not know? Those two are constantly together.” Dick giggled.

“ I…No and it’s just weird, did you see B's face? They were holding hands! It was just so all at once. And also does that mean I Inherited my taste in men from Bruce. Is nothing sacred.” Tim rambled on. He didn’t want to think about it. He knew B had been with people, shoot the baby bat was living proof. But he always made an effort to keep it away from the kids. Yet he was holding hands with Superman. And now Tim was starting to think maybe dick wasn’t the only one who took after B.

Does That mean Kon is taking after Clark? Ok nope turning brain off no more of that train.

“You're a dork,” Dick ruffled Tim’s hair. This was it Tim was going to roll over and die.

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On the other side of Gotham the rain pours and the thunder rolls. The sky sticks with static electricity. A white van parked itself on the opposite side of the city, and the people inside were not welcome.

“Dose this rain ever fucking stop,” A man groaned.

“They warned us the city was gloomy,” his partner pointed out. They stepped out of the van and headed towards Gotham cathedral. Their White suites soaked with Gotham's malice.

She would drive them out, she would find a way. For her new ward and for her knights she vowed.

OK guys you know the drill its tag time there is a lot of you im so sorry if i missed some one:

@fisticuffsatapplebees

@terzatheunderscorerima @sweet-itachi-lovin @undead-essence @blacksea21090 @markus209 @nonbinary-disasterter @starkcravingmad @ashxshadow @aikoiya @rainbowbunny0159 @pastalavistamf @kae-membrana-blog @thegatorsgoose @beelze-the-bubkiss @mayoota-blog1 @wisteriavines @kilasmess @grey-lysander @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @aconitewolfsbane

@may-rbi @justwannaseesomebrozawa @chaoticmistake @seraphinedemort

#danny phantom #dp #dpxdc #dc x dp #ms&sc #ghost king danny #ghost king au #de aged #baby danny #bruce wayne #clark kent #superbat #hurt/comfort #fanfic #phandom

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undertheknightwing · 6 months

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WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @not-so-mundane-after-all and if you don’t mind I'm gonna steal your idea since I don't have any active wips either, just ideas:

• First, obviously I'm always working on chapters. We're gonna ignore the fact that it took me two years to get to the chapter where the boys finally go on a date 🙃 but I'll give myself a pass since this is chapter 22 and I can't believe I got that far.

• Titanstober Week 4 idea that focuses on some of the horrible things done to Gar by the Chief, all seen by Rachel who somehow found herself able to wander in Gar's memories even though she hasn't been able to before and towards the end gets her answer when meeting someone very magical and powerful.

• Now to jump to another ship, I'm a sucker for re-writing episodes/scenes and I've been itching to re-write the kryptonite poisoning scenes in the s&l episode "Loyal Subjekts" to give my Jonny-Boy some hurt + comfort because it's just.. ughh.. that he didn't get sick too. He's got Kryptonian dna which means he should be affected by kryptonite. Simple as that. He's getting poisoned by kryptonite and Clark is gonna be a good dad who actually takes care of Jon for once dammit!

• Okay back to Titans, I thought about writing some kind of Christmas party fic that takes place like four years after season 4. It'd be wholesome but also bittersweet because everyone's grown up with their own lives. DickKory are living a life as normal as they can with Mar'i, Rachel is about to graduate college, and Gar's living in Metropolis with a roommate (who's also technically his co-worker) but is still the Red's champion so he's barely had time to see the Titans throughout the years. It'd be a shock to everyone that Gar actually has the time to attend the party. (that, or release the director's cut of "a very merry crossover christmas")

Now for ideas that probably won't be written but they've been stuck in my head for a while

• Since Gar is connected to life and death through the Red, I assume he can contact the afterlife and thought how emotionally damaging it'd be for Gar to visit his parents. Like I have this image of his parents afterlife being living peacefully in a cute little house where they can just enjoy each other's company, away from all the science stuff that took up their attention forever, and someday Gar shows up to finally talk to them again after so long. Heartbreaking family reunion stuff, ya know?

• In the same train as family stuff because I love it, it makes me very happy, I'm so soft for the idea of dad!Gar. It's been in my brain for years. He'd be so silly but so sweet,, I'm just in love with it 🥺💖 Anyway the idea would be Dick meeting Gar's son and being a mix of anxiety, pride, and "Oh my god I'm a grandpa and I'm not even 40". Mar'i would be super excited to have a nephew too.

• Krypto in s&l, that's all. He's Jon's dog because Jon deserves a dog.

• Jon in Wonderland au. I was obsessed with this idea, like it's all I could think about for a bit. (I have a couple drawings from the idea that I'd glady show you bestie if you ever wanna see 💙)

#tag game #wip game

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sodacomets · 7 months

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IwaOi Soulmate AU ✨

(story under the cut)

I’m writing a series of Haikyuu short stories except each one is based on one of those story ideas I keep seeing on here!

I’m new-ish to writing and to Tumblr so excuse any questionable things. Also, feel free to suggest more ideas if you have any (tell me who to credit if possible)!

credit for this idea: @rubyrushha (whose blog appears to have been deleted) on Tumblr

Soulmates are not an uncommon thing. Every universe has its own version of them, be it the idea that “someday, you’ll meet the one for you”, the red string of fate that connects fated lovers, or in my case, having the first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appear on their skin when they turn 16.

The words would only disappear when you found your soulmate.

I never quite liked the concept of soulmarks and knew from a young age that no matter what mine said, my sister and nephew would tease me about it relentlessly. So when the dreaded day finally came, I wasn’t excited in the least. It didn’t help that I woke up from a mediocre night's sleep to find my family and relatives downstairs with an obnoxious amount of shiny balloons, each reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”, meandering about the living room, and “fuck you!” imprinted on my arm.

I half-heartedly covered the words with my sister’s concealer and then dodged everyone’s questions as best I could. I may have been an expert in the concealing of unwanted marks via makeup, but some things just can’t be hidden for long.

When I showed up to volleyball practice the next day, I tried to keep my jacket on for as long as possible, and hoped that no one would see my arm. Unfortunately, the coaches didn’t like that.

I tried to explain to them that the girls from my fanclub just really liked our new jackets and could no longer stand to see me in the abomination that was our regular uniforms. Maybe I oversold it a little because my teammates quickly grew suspicious.

“He’s a pompous ass most of the time, but this is too much, even for him!”

“Wait. Wasn’t his birthday a couple days ago?”

“OH SHIT! That’s what he’s trying to hide.”

As one can imagine, these kinds of reactions segued into teasing and a barrage of “fuck you”s from the rest of our teammates who, as I had found out, had very little respect for their captain and resident pretty setter.

Later, even the other teams found out about my soulmark and I found out about theirs. Most notably, Kenma and Kuroo from Nekoma had each other as soulmates, and their marks said some insignificant things from when they met as kids. Bokuto and Akaashi of Fukurodani were also soulmates. Their marks had said “Do you have like… a weird dick or something?” and “No, Bokuto, my penis is perfectly normal.” respectively. Admittedly, theirs were worse than mine. And gave me more questions than answers. But at least theirs were gone now.

After graduating highschool, and leaving behind my teammates, who finally showed some appreciation for me now that I was leaving, my soulmark fell into the back of my mind. The rumors, speculations, and jokes had long since died down. It was for the best since there had been a very uncomfortable time in which girls from my fanclub would come up to me and cuss me out. Each would walk away, dejected upon realizing they were not, in fact, my soulmate.

All that’s to say, the peace was much appreciated. I could focus on volleyball, setting, and college classes. And seducing the odd boy or girl I sat next to in the lecture halls. None of them were my soulmate, but that didn’t stop me from taking them out and having an amazing time.

It had been great.

Until one day in my 3rd year when I was walking down the street. I had my face buried in my phone screen, perusing some piece of volleyball news or another. Cliche as it sounds, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and aggressively slammed into another guy walking the opposite way. The books he was holding fell to the ground, some pages taking considerable damage. Both of us tumbled to the ground as well. I looked up from my dazed state and saw that the person I crashed into was an older boy, college-age maybe, with short, spiky, horrendously unstyled brown hair and a plain sort of appearance, albeit with a substantial build and a very, very pissed off look. I felt compelled to do something about his hair. Brush out the uncontrollable spikes, at least.

He gathered his books, some of which I helped to pick up, and stood to walk away. His jacket caught on one of the buttons on his jeans, lending to a rather disheveled look. Under his breath, he muttered something about being late, followed by a creative string of insults and capped off with a “fuck you!”

I looked down at my arm for confirmation. It was him.

Immediately, I whipped my head around and chased after him, nearly tripping, and grabbed his shoulder. He turned quickly and glared up at me. As I began regretting my decision, I took a closer look at him. He was shorter than me. 5’10, maybe? His eyes were hard-set but pretty, a sort of greenish-brown that would look outright offensive in any other context.

I returned his harsh gaze with one of my own, and used my teeth to pull up the left sleeve of my light-brown sweater. Then, l practically shoved the already-fading letters into his face.

“YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKER THAT GAVE ME THE WORST FUCKING SOULMARK EVER! WELL GUESS WHAT? I WILL NEVER LET THIS GO! THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAN HAVING THE WORDS “Fuck you!” PERMANENTLY MARKED ON YOUR SKIN! FOR YEARS!”

The other boy's gaze softened a bit and turned into one of amusement rather than annoyance. He removed my arm from its place on his shoulder and rolled up his own sleeve, revealing a dense cluster of fading words, all crammed on there in a too-tight sort of scrawl.

#Haikyuu #soulmate au #iwaoi au #fluff?#not technically ship-specific?#except makki and mattsun make a brief appearance

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musette22 · 2 years

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Minnie, my love 💖 I hope you are having a lovely week so far (and if not, then I hope it gets much better! 🌻)

For the "would you ever write" meme... would you ever write a silver fox Chris x Chelsea twink Sebastian fic???

Sending you oodles of love 💗💗💗

Tejjjjjjjj, my absolute angel!! I'm having a pretty decent week so far, thank you! I hope yours is much better than decent though, something more in the realm of splendiferous, perhaps? 💖💖

And OOOOHHHH my god. Would I ever???? I would write Silver Fox Chris x Chelsea Twink Seb in a heartbeat. Like, my hands are itching to start writing it right fucking now 😫 That is literally so tempting, I'm vibrating off the couch with excitement rn, ugh ugh ugh.

As it happens, I've been having an ongoing pre-sleep Evanstan fantasy recently that's similar to this? Imagine established actor Chris, much like he is irl but a little older, going to his actor pal Anthony Mackie's house for a 4th of July party and meeting slightly bratty twink Sebastian: the nephew of the guy who helped Mackie design his house, who tagged along to this party because hey, free booze and hot famous people! Of course Chris immediately spots Sebastian and asks Mackie, "Who's the kid?" and Mackie's like "Uh, I think his name is like Jonathan or something? Or no wait, Sebastian, I think. Why? *suspicious face*"

Chris is like, "Hm, no reason", even though he, in fact, definitely has a reason, and the reason is that this kid (who is still clearly of age, of course) is an absolute vision with his messy hair and his indecently low cut shirt and the bedroom eyes he's giving Chris from across the lawn... You know Seb would pull out all the stops to get Chris to come over and hit on him, from wrapping his mouth around his beer bottle and drinking while keeping eye contact, to tugging at his shirt to flash a bit of nipple...

Little does he know that Chris was gonna come over anyway and he's just waiting to see what else this kid will come up with, because he's highly entertained not to mention low key turned on by how obvious Sebastian is about wanting to get dicked the fuck down, preferably by Chris, and as soon as possible. Meanwhile Chris is very much enjoying making him wait a little, and already planning on teaching Seb a thing or two about delayed gratification...

Oh man I have many more thoughts about what happens next but I think I'll save them for now in case I'm actually writing this fic at some point because loooorddd do I want to 🥵

#TEJ you beautiful soul #thank you for this #I'm like #!!!#evanstan #rpf #ilyyyyyyyy #💞💞#ask games #minnie answers

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Eddie Character Development Drabbles for an AU that has been swimming in my head for months. Putting it out here so maybe someone can hold me accountable, lol.

Eddie Left home at 17 (2012), (dead beat dad, dead dead mom.) Uncle Wayne exists but Eddie never lived with him. Loved him though, with all his heart. Wayne was the one who supported him as much as he could, he had encouraged eddie to get out of his environment and gave him a nice little stack of cash (“it was supposed to be your college fund, but you’ve always been destined for better things.”)

Eddie had a penchant for the 80s metal scene, wasp, Metallica, Black Sabbath, his beloved Dio. All because Wayne had poured so much of himself into Eddie. Wayne knew how bad Richard was, he had always intended on Eddie coming to live with him but Eddie was fiercely loyal, to a fault. When his mother, Lydia had passed away due to ovarian cancer, Eddie was only 12 (2007) Richard had dove to the nearest bottle, never left any scars on Eddie, but Wayne knew. Eddie knew Wayne knew, but he couldn’t leave his dad. He loved his dad. Dick had started getting into the darker shit when Eddie was 14. (2009) Wayne had begged him to come stay with him and Eddie had begged Wayne to let him handle it. When he finally snapped to his senses in 2011, he had simply grown into the adult he didn’t have and still couldn’t inconvenience Wayne, “you have your shit, I have mine Wayne, help me by figuring out how this emancipation garbage works.” Wayne knew his nephew was just as (more so) stubborn than he was, once Eddie was able to produce his GED Wayne had helped him file. As always, supported him financially where he could. His Eddie, was always meant for bigger, for better, for more than small town Colorado

Once he left small town Colorado, he moved to Indianapolis, he always intended to end up in New York but his van (his fathers van that Eddie straight up stole from him, but Richard (dick) Munson was too high on his latest find that he hardly noticed) broke down in Indy and he just made it work, he always does.

He didn’t graduate, but got his GED. (Thanks Wayne) Very smart socially, (street smart angel) and honestly academically but had a hard time focusing on school when he’d rather draw or write.

Works at Inkwell Tattoo Studio he doesn’t own the shop but is a very well known artist and brings in a large amount of business for the shop and the owner (also the man who had let eds apprentice under him) Spike (Mike) loves him like his own son

Eddie specializes in neo traditional, however he’ll scratch whatever itch you ask him to. (Cmon capability)

But all of his work on his own body (he’s got a lot, gentleman) is black and gray

(“you are my yellow, you are the color Steve.”)

He was still fiercely loyal, but incredibly reserved about it. Dick had really fucked him up. Once he had settled in a painfully small Studio apartment in Indianapolis, he shut off anything that made him weak. He had picked up a job at a little game store “dragons den”, worked as many hours as they would allow him, that’s where he met Gareth. His best friend (only friend for quite sometime.) they had bonded over both having battle vests, (“holy shit man, you know wasp?”) Little gareth had never been more excited to meet someone like him.

Gareth had been buying a new set of dice and everything kinda formed from there. D&D once a week.

Eddie had taken on role of DM as he didn’t have school to worry about, so while gareth was sweating over finals, Eddie was enamored by a silly little fantasy game, it was through drawing the thoughts he had planned out that he had realized tattooing was something that could be in his wheelhouse.

Stick and poked himself, ultimately Gareth let Eddie give him a matching bat tattoo (it was the only tattoo Eddie hadn’t had covered with anything else once he had started getting his own body done.)

Eddie started his Apprenticeship when he was 19 (2014), He’d been at Inkwell with Spike Nelson ever since.

G and E had started their band around the same time. Eddie had convinced Gareth to move in with him as soon as G graduated. (2013) Good bye small studio from hell, hello, small one bedroom. (Eddie slept on the couch, fiercely loyal) Eddie had essentially given Gareth his job at Dragons Den, once he was too wrapped up at Inkwell. They lived modestly and rock and rolled indecently until Eddie had started blowing up on social media for his tattooing.

He blew up in 2016, he was 21, he should’ve been ecstatic but continuously found himself bitter, all he wanted was for his uncle to know that he had made it to the bigger and better. Wayne had seen quite a bit of his art, but he didn’t get to see what it brought for him. he was always overconfident, exuded it. But behind closed doors he was a mess. Gareth saw bits and pieces but Eddie knew how to shut it off around his friend, his band. Eddie moved out of the apartment Gareth and he shared when he Bought a house in 2018. 3 bedrooms, 2 bath. He was alone, and that’s how he preferred to be. His trysts were not allowed anywhere near it.

The only people that had been inside were The Corroded Coffin boys. Not Spike, not his trysts, not any one else. Gareth, James and Easton were the only ones.

Eddie had converted his basement to a practice space for CC in 2020. He had intended to convert the garage but his beloved baby (2020 Mercedes G Wagon with a gorgeous red interior) had to be protected.

Eddie was reticent, reserved with who he spoke to, always polite (you didn’t want to see him if someone struck a nerve, promise.) but quick, never spoke too long, (unless he was with the few he trusted), but he was unabashed, and unapologetically loud when it came to his style. He always had been. Uncle Wayne had told him to never back down from who he was even if others (Dick) gave him hell for it. So he never did. Eddie pushed the boundaries as dramatically as he could. Between the flowing blouses that he never fully buttoned, the clashing of patterns and prints and chains and the shoes, some heeled, some pointed, most black, most importantly the miles of leather; pants, vests, whips (cheeky), he drew attention to himself. He wanted to make you look. And look the city did.

Eddie had become somewhat of a spectacle to the city. Everyone knew Eddie Munson, and as of 2021 everyone (at least for a long stretch of Indiana, and few surrounding states) knew Corroded Coffin.

Always always has a black bandana in his back left pocket, even in his leather numbers, his favorite (only, but he was the father figure E never had) uncle Wayne had told him all about the hanky code and explained to him that was how people like he and Wayne (gay Wayne supremacy) would know they were in like minded company, broke down who was into what, made it easier so people like them could talk less and enjoy more, “life is short as it is, but it felt shorter and riskier back then.” Wayne had only cocked an eyebrow when Eddie started sporting the black bandana around the same time he left town. As long as he was safe, what his nephew got up to wasn’t his prerogative. Regardless of connotation (Cmon sadism!)

Eddie only grew more attached to proudly sharing his sexual interest because if Wayne could in 86, Eddie could is 2022. (Wayne passed in 2015, Eddie was 20 and it was the darkest place he had been for a long time. He had received a little bit of an inheritance and was shocked that his uncle loved him that much.)

Wayne hadn’t bat an eye when a 12 year old Eddie wracked with the pain of his mother passing, had told Him that he likes boys the way his uncle Wayne likes boys. “Nice work, kid, it’s more fun this way.” He would never let Eddie feel bad for who he was, regardless of Dicks commentary on it. (In reality Richard really couldn’t care less, he had grown to resent his son, gay or not, after his Lydia had passed, often times wondering why it couldn’t have been the boy to go instead of his wife.) Eddie had never looked back once he had his Uncles undivided support, he was a big old homosexual. No shame in hiding it.

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson drabbles #obviously this is a steddie deal I mean #you are my fucking yellow Steve #I have about 3000 words for Steve too #steddie #Steve harrington #stedds #worm brain #stranger things

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weirdestbooks · 2 years

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Oneshot-Hawaii and the Celtic Nation

Hawaii POV

I was very excited for today. With the revelation of the states, Ireland was finally going to be able to introduce me to the other Celtic Nations, his family. He was very excited when he picked me up from the airport, and spent the entire care ride talking about his family.

"Seanmháthair will spoil you rotten iníon. She loves kids and has been so excited to meet you ever since I told you about our...friendship." Ireland said.

"I'm so excited to meet all of the Celtic Nations. If they are as wonderful as you this will be an amazing week!" I said. Ireland smiled widely as he parked the car.

"I'm glad you're excited." He said, as we exited the car. Ireland walked around the back of the house to reveal eight people, three of which I recognized.

Wales elbowed a girl with a black and white flag and whispered something to her, causing her to laugh. Isle of Man was standing by her father Scotland, and smiled and waved at me.

"Aloha." I said, being slightly nervous.

"I know you've met some of us, but my brother wants to reintroduce us so you know how we are related." Scotland said. I nodded, and Ireland beamed, before pointed out everyone.

"So, Hawaii, these are my fellow Celtic nations. These are my deartháreacha, you've met Alba, or Scotland.. And Tuaisceart Éireann, who you haven't met. He's Northern Ireland." Ireland explained.

"Isn't Northern Ireland your so-" I asked, before being cut off by Ireland.

"That's complicated and something I don't want to talk about. Anyways, moving on we have my iníon dearthár, Ellan Vannin, Isle of Man, who you have met."

"She has the best name for a woman." I said smiling. Isle of Man laughed.

"Indeed I do. Now, let your ayr finish talking." She said. Ayr? What did that mean? Was it friend? It must be, as that's what Ireland was to me. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Ireland continuing his introductions.

"That's Breizh, Brittany. She is my deirfiúr. She is in France and is terrifyingly badass, just like you iníon. You'll get along well. Next to her are our two adoptive siblings, the Hispanic-Celtics from Spain, Asturies, Asturias in English, and Galicia." Ireland finished before turning to the last country, who had a black flag with a white plus.

"She's my seanmháthair, Kernow. In reality she's only Breizh's grandmother, but Seanmháthair has adopted all of us Celtics as her grandchildren. Aside from Cymru, Wales, who is her nephew." Ireland finished with a smile.

"Your family is complicated." I commented. Cornwall laughed.

"Most countries have them. It makes things fun." She said, laughing. She reminded me of my father, short, old, and giving off those 'I know a lot of shit and I love kids vibe'. The same one Ireland gave off. I liked that.

"You say fun, I say annoying." Brittany said. Cornwall smiled.

"Well at least we can always count on Cymru, Tuaisceart Éireann, and Éire to make this family more complicated." She said. All three of the countries blushed a dark red at that, Northern Ireland's flag changing from the saltire Ireland once had, to a white one with a blue plant on it.

"Modryb Cernyw! Fe wnaethon ni dyngu i beidio byth â siarad am hynny!" Wales exclaimed.

"Agus diúltaíonn mise agus Éire aon ghaol leis an mBreatain a aithint. Chomh fada agus ba chóir d'aon duine a bheith buartha, níl aon tuismitheoirí agam." Northern Ireland added. Ireland was silent, arms crossed and face burning. Cornwall laughed.

"Oh, you three are so easy to tease." She said.

"Seanmháthair, why must you do this to me." Ireland said.

"Because you love adopting people as your children." Cornwall said, smiling in my direction.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. The Celtic Nations all giggled, and Ireland seemed to turn an even deeper red.

"They are just being annoying little dicks." Ireland said, shooting them a glare.

"Oh come on Éire, it's our job as your family!" Galicia said with a smile.

"Yeah, exactly! Why do you think I blackmail you so much?" Wales said, "It's how I show my love for my family!"

"You are so annoying about that." Brittany said.

"You're just embarrassed that I know about that thing from 1390." Wales said.

"And I still don't know how you do!" Brittany said. I laughed.

"Uncle Wales, do you have any blackmail on me?" I asked, curious.

"Banana leaf." He said. I paled, and he smiled that same fanged grin he had during Paulet. I noticed the other Celtic Nations all looked shocked, but a happy kind of shock, and Northern Ireland was whispering something in Irish to Ireland.

"Why don't we head inside?" Scotland suggested, "Before the rain starts."

"I agree. Hawaii, I've set up a room in my house for you. The other Celtics are going to be staying in a hotel during the trip." Ireland said. I smiled. Ireland was always the most thoughtful person when it came to guests.

"Thank you Uncle Ireland." I said. Isle of Man slapped a hand to her forehead.

"Éire you didn't say she was as dense as you!" Asturias said with a grin. Ireland groaned again.

"What? What's the matter?" I asked. Ireland wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"It's nothing. They are just trying to make fun of me. You might get some of the heat for that." Ireland said. I nodded.

"That's alright." I said, leaning into the hug, "It's nice to see another family that loves each other."

"Ciamar nach eil fios aice gur e a h-athair a th' ann?" I heard Scotland exclaim.

#oneshots by weird #statehumans hawaii #countryhumans ireland #countryhumans wales #countryhumans scotland #countryhumans northern ireland #countryhumans cornwall #countryhumans britanny #countryhumans isle of man #countryhumans asturias #countryhumans galicia

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theblindgoddess · 2 years

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I got this Batfam fic idea that I might write out one day, but until then I’ll just tell you guys about it.

So Tim’s out doing Red Robin stuff when he gets captured by some bad guys that are new to Gotham. These guys have some magic but are really bad at using it. They end up turning Red Robin into a baby. Tim is still Tim, mentally, but physically he can only do what a 6 month old baby can do.

Tim is miffed, but he knows his family will come and save him and then they can fix this mess. A week or so later, the Batfam find the bad guys hideout, and Tim is waiting in whatever room they have been keeping him in and excited because it will finally be over. But then Red Hood enters the room, and he does not recognize that the baby is Tim.

So here’s Jason, his brother has been missing for a week, they’re turning the bad guys liar upside down looking for him and coming up empty, and then he finds a random baby. And as a spur of the moment sort of decision, Jason decides to adopt the baby. After they clear out the base, still unaware of Tim’s whereabouts, Jason takes the baby to Leslie's for a check up, goes late night shopping for necessary baby supplies, and heads home without telling the rest of the fam about the baby he found and that he has decided to keep said baby.

Jason starts to work out the necessary paperwork to adopt the baby, naming him Mercutio after the best character in Romeo and Juliet (Mery, pronounced like Murry, for short), and bemoans Tim’s absence because he would make the paperwork forgery process easier and less boring. Meanwhile, Tim is very annoyed and wondering why he ever looked up to Jason in the first place. But, Tim figures, Jason will eventually introduce his new baby to his family, and then someone will realize that Tim has been turned into a baby.

While Jason gets everything settled with the new addition to his life, Tim is just chilling, it’s relaxing to just sit there and let someone take care of everything, and Tim really needed a break. Plus, as a baby it’s really easy to mess with Jason and not get in trouble for it, the amount of times he’s giggled as he peed on Jason’s face while getting a dipper changed or thrown the same toy over and over again and whined until it was returned to him are beyond the human brains number comprehension, and Jason just keeps dealing with it.

Eventually, Jason is ready to introduce his new ‘son’ to the rest of his family (except for Tim who is still missing but not really because Tim is literally right there but Jason does not realize it), and brings ‘Mercutio’ to Sunday Family dinner. Baby ‘Mery’ is very exited, because “Finally, this mess will be over!” and Jason is happy that his baby is happy to meet the family. But woe of woes, no one present at the family dinner recognizes Tim! Not Bruce, nor Dick, nor Cass, not even Alfred! Tim didn’t really expect Damian or Duke to recognize him, and Steph is off in New York for nursing school, but Bruce is the World’s Greatest Detective! And Dick was close to Tim when he was younger! And Alfred and Cass are Alfred and Cass! Tim expected at least one of them to recognize him! But no one does.

So Tim has no clue what to do. His only hope now is Steph, but who knows when she’ll come and visit, and with the way everything else has gone he has little hope she will do better then the others.

The Batfam is smitten with ‘Mercutio’. He is a cute little baby, and while none of them expected Jason of all people to want to adopt, they are all happy for him. Bruce is cautious because he doesn’t really know what to do with babies but he wants to try for his new grandchild, Dick is one of those “It’s a baby!!” people so he is all about spending time with and holding his nephew but has new clue what he would do if he was left alone with the kids, Alfred is of course all knowing in all things baby and is going to be Jason’s go to for baby sitting, Cass and Duke are both at about the same level when it comes to babies they can take care of him for a small amount of time but in the end always give the baby back to someone better at it, and Damian is just glad he’s no longer the youngest.

While Tim is very upset about this new development (the moment he realizes no one recognizes him he breaks down crying, causing Jason to yell at Dick for crowding and scaring his son since Tim started crying when Dick was baby talking to him), he does realize one benefit to all of this. Revenge on Damian. When Damian first entered the family in a violent way, Tim was constantly told to calm down and to give Damian space and time because he was just a little kid and he didn’t know better (the telling of quickly died down as time went on, but Tim is still salty about it) . Well now the roles are reversed, and by golly Tim is going to make Damian feel the same way he did! And this time the “he doesn’t know any better” arguments will actually make sense because Tim is baby, never mind the fact that it’s untrue. So when he gets left alone with Damian for a little bit Tim starts to plot. It is actually fairly easy to bug Damian, since he gets up close to Tim and starts talking about how he is now the youngest and has to deal with all the cons of holding that position. Tim responds by throwing his favourite toy at Damian, hitting him square in the nose and giggled. And since Damian was so close to him the toy was in easy reach of Tim’s little baby arms, so he picked to toy up and threw it again. This repeated a few times before Damian got fed up and stole the toy from him and began to scold the baby. Tim responded by crying, very loudly. Damian got in trouble because “he’s just a baby, he doesn’t know any better.” meanwhile Tim is giving Damian the most smug look ever over Jason’s shoulder but the moment someone else looks he is back to sad baby face. Damian can’t prove anything but he knows the kid is doing it on purpose. Tim does this many times when ever Jason brings him to the manor.

Some time passes and Tim is trying to figure out how to convey to his family his situation but every idea that he tries ends up failing and its staring to get annoying. And then Steph pops o-in for a visit from collage, takes one look and Jason’s new ‘son’ and breaks down in laughter, and Tim knows that he has been saved! He knew showing Steph some of his baby pictures would pay off at some point! Once Steph is finally able to catch her breath she explains to the batfam that the baby is Tim, and after taking a moment to reflect they all realize that they probably should have seen it sooner.

They get Tim back to his actual age and come up with a believable story as to why he was missing for a few months. Tim and Steph are never going to let the others live this down, and Jason is a little bit sad that he doesn’t have a baby anymore. Tim as a thank you to Jason for taking care of him when he was unable to take care of himself, registers Jason on the very long list of people looking to adopt and does some behind the scenes work to move him up the list as fast as possible. A few weeks later Jason now has a beautiful baby girl named Emma, after the title character in Jane Austin’s Emma, and Tim is a proud uncle.

I might make a second post about scenes for this fic that don’t affect the general plot.

#batfam #Red Robin #Tim Drake #batman #red hood #Jason Todd #batfam au #baby au #age regression #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #Stephanie Brown #fanfic

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bontenten · 3 years

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The Choosing

Pairing: Daichi x f!reader (ft. Captain Squad <3 and Sakusa)

WC: 3.2k

Genre/Warnings: Crack/Bad Humor, Smut, Romance, Reverse Harem, Royalty AU!, mention or hints of size kink, exhibitionism, creampie, breeding kink, dick and ball worship, you’re perverted and gross

Summary: You are the Princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym and you need to choose a husband.

Repost from my main because I say so. Lee... :gru: i miss u

Also, no beta we die like Daichi.

It’s a tradition carried through many, many generations that the daughters of nobility from the Kingdom of YoreNaym must choose a suitor from the eligible bachelors from the neighboring kingdoms. It’s a show of kinship to the other kingdoms and also a means of securing peace.

At some point, everyone’s sister’s cousin’s second uncle’s sworn brother’s adopted daughter’s nephew twice-removed will be related and connect back to the Kingdom of YoreNaym. In short, the blood of this kingdom’s daughters unite the lands. No incest, there’s enough genetic diversity, if you will. And because you are also a princess of this kingdom, it’s your turn. Yay.

While growing up, you hear the elders say that the youngsters should be grateful that they have the agency to at least pick a suitor. They spin their looms and cackle, reminiscing that, “Back in our days, we didn’t get to have a choice. Our elders appointed a spouse for us from whichever kingdom had a suitor. Unlike you girls who get to choose, ungrateful wenches…”

Does it really matter? It’s just the false pretense of choice, isn’t it? At the end of the day the selection of eligible bachelors are all chosen ahead of time, deemed worthy, and then after the initial picking, you are just allowed to pick. It doesn’t matter who you choose, any one of them will fit the criteria. Maybe you’ll just close your eyes and pick one randomly. Can you actually say, “I’ll choose my own hand and marry myself.”

That’s pretty brave, hell yea that’s a main character move right there. Speaking of which, who are the eligible bachelors you can choose from today? It’s practically your engagement day, yet you really haven’t been paying any attention at all.

“Hey,” you whisper, lifting the curtain of the palanquin. A maid quickly answers to your beckon.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Who are the candidates today again? You have a...list or brochure of sorts?”

“Just a moment, my lady, I’ll retrieve the scroll for you.”

You open the scroll and peruse the contents. Huh, all the neighboring kingdoms are going all out this year. There’s the Kingdoms of Nekoma, Inarizaki, Fukurodani, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa...Wow, even Johzenji and Nohebi have candidates? Funny, all of these are all presenting their crown princes too. As they should, you are the most beloved princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym, and the suitor you choose will bring you back as a blessing to his kingdom. It’s a total bummer that the Kingdom of Itachiyama isn’t participating this year. Sakusa’s crown prince succession is next year! You have heard so many swoon worthy stories about that princeling, even paid handsome amounts of money for paparazzi paintings of the beautiful man. No one will find out that the princess of YoreNaym actually hoards little pictures of Prince Sakusa in her panties drawers. It’s a shame you aren’t picking your husband next year.

There’s one more Kingdom on the list that surprises you. Kingdom of Karasuno, or more commonly referred to as the Kingdom of “Fallen Crows”. According to legends, they used to be quite a prosperous kingdom, but after a few generations of inept leadership, a drought, and poor trade economy...the Kingdom has mostly faded into obscurity. It’s been years since a suitor candidate has been offered. So who is it?

“Sawamura Daichi,” you whisper to yourself, “Interesting.”

The festival ground outdoors is especially grand. There are a huge number of tables prepared off to the side for guests. Trays of food, fruits and wine are provided for every single guest in attendance. You are led by the attendants to the temporary throne seat as the guest of honor. As you make your way to the throne, all the guests stand up to acknowledge your entrance. It’s so pressuring and a part of you wishes you can just dig a hole and bury yourself on the spot. You don’t even want to think about how many eyes are on you. They are all just jealous because, really. Take my word for it, I’m the narrator.

When you take a seat, the guests reseat themselves. A shaman comes to the center stage and bows to you.

“My lady, the time is auspicious, let us commence the Festival of Unity. At this time, I’ll be introducing the eligible bachelors from neighboring kingdoms near and far. They have passed the arduous tests and come as the best to offer in asking for your hand. Each of the suitors will present to you with a talent or skill, as to show you their excellence. After the demonstrations, you will be allowed to take your pick. Whereupon you will—”

“Okay, I get it! They will participate in a talent show, we clap, and I choose a husband, I got it!” You snap, cutting the shaman’s words off. Your patience is wearing thin.

A number of guests can be heard mumbling in the crowds, probably commenting on your behavior. Your eyes scan the guests, you can care less. Judgmental eyes, scheming eyes, lecherous eyes, disgusting eyes....Your gaze meeting with a pair of eyes that are absolutely blank. Wait, not blank as in emotionless. Non-judgemental? The opposite of unkind? Dare you say, polite? He gives you a smile and returns to taking a sip from his goblet. You scan his clothing up and down to look for his family crest. Black and orange. A crow. Karasuno.

Your thoughts are jumbled as an increasing amount of questions fill your mind. He? Karasuno? That Kingdom of Fallen Crows? You barely hear the shaman announce the first candidate.

“Bokuto Koutarou from Kingdom of Fukurodani.” Bokuto is a very large, very well built man. He is wearing his family crest of an owl across his back proudly. You can tell his chest is incredibly broad, the bulge of his big tiddies stretch the tight shirt he’s in. If you squint hard enough, you can maybe see the outline of his nipples through the training shirt, but maybe that’s just your perverted imagination too. Bokuto comes to the center stage and greets you.

“Hey! I’ll uh, demonstrate my strength to you, my lady.” He easily picks up a huge hunk of metal and lifts it with ease above his head. Damn beefiness, those arms of his. Seeing the bulges flex when he flexes has you dreaming of mouth along that delicious flesh. And when he pins you down under his massive body? Ooh, if this is the first demonstration, you’re excited to see the whole lineup today. Gasps and murmurs can be heard in the crowd. Bokuto grins and drops the load on the ground. You can almost feel the tremors beneath your feet. Truly, a herculean feat.

“Thank you, Bokuto, I have seen your demonstration and all those here are witnesses.”

Bokuto’s demonstration is a showy start of the competition for your hand. The shaman announces the next candidate. “Ushijima Wakatoshi from the Kingdom of Shiratorizawa.”

Ushijima walks up to the stage exuding the regal aura of nobility; a byproduct of his strict upbringing. The twin crests of an eagle decorate his shoulder pads. His expression is quite cold, but there’s a saying, “it’s always the quiet ones.” You lick your lips and study him some more.

“Greeting to the princess,” he says with a deep bow. “I also bring a demonstration of my martial prowess.” Ushijima takes off the bow and quiver of arrows from his back and nods at his attendant who then catapults three apples high up into the air. Everyone’s eyes follow the trajectory of the objects, squinting to see what’s happening. No way.

Ushijima draws the bow back and calmly shoots one arrow, perfectly spearing the three fruits along the shaft. The crowd bursts into cheers. You also find your tight grip on armrest loosening, the tension from the scene dissipating in a moment. Ushijima’s calmness, accuracy, decision-making...he would make a very suitable partner for sure. Co-workers of sorts, that is.

You know your marriage carries a lot of weight politically and the fate of the whole universe will rest on your decision. Maybe not the whole universe, but close enough. But, marital bliss is important too right? Is Ushijima the right choice? There are still many more candidates, it’ll be best not to make a rash decision. Your gaze wanders over back to the Karasuno prince who is clapping earnestly for Ushijima’s performance. He’s acknowledging a rival’s strength, you think to yourself. Well, that’s certainly a rare but admirable trait. A confident man, he is.

After Ushijima’s demonstration, Oikawa Tooru’s enchanting musical performance offers a much desired change of pace. The rhythm and melody from his zither carries both the energy of fortitude as well as a graceful spirit. Quite stunning, but just not quite the musical vibe you’re feeling at the moment. Bummer, maybe a different day, really. Could be friends?

Kuroo Tetsurou from the Kingdom of Nekoma offers a particularly memorable performance too. Kuroo comes to the center stage with a trough filled with flames. Everyone is at a loss as to what is going on. Kuroo flashes you a grin before taking out a few pouches containing some powders. In a poof, the flames burst alive with colors blending blues and purples. And moments later yellows and greens, even reds. No one has ever seen fire change color like so.

“Witchcraft!” someone gasps.

“No it must be alchemy. Dangerous craft,” another adds.

Kuroo bows to you. “My lady, this is called chemistry, a discipline of science.”

Kuroo’s smiles teeter on the edge of flirtations and you cannot deny that your heart flutters just slightly when you see his crooked grin. He’s intelligent, humorous, and attractive. Definitely also a contender. A union with him might be fun. And especially when you see Kuroo run a hand through his messy, black locks and give you a piercing gaze, you almost wonder if this is the feeling of chemistry. It feels like you are naked under his seductive, golden eyes, completely submitted to his will and absolutely drugged. And you fear that if he sends you another one of his grins, you’ll come untouched. Dangerous, send him off immediately.

“Thank you, Kuroo, I have seen your demonstration and all those here are witnesses.”

After Kuroo, many more candidates also come to the center stage for their demonstrations. Kita Shinsuke from the Kingdom of Inarizaki composes and recites poetry on the spot. His literary talents and mastery of public speech move a very large crowd of the literati officials. Kita is a charismatic leader and commands confidence. But he doesn’t seem to be the best fit. Your brain says ‘yes’, but your coochie just isn’t feeling it. The nerve signals say no.

Terushima Yuuji demonstrates a one-man comedy show, but his storytelling skills, although humorous, fall just a little short after Kita’s. Had Terushima been slotted for a different position, perhaps he would make a stronger impact.

Daishou Suguru. Interesting. But tongue itself will eventually get boring too.

A few more candidates demonstrate their talents to you. Most of them fail to impress you at all. Your blank expression is more than enough to make a few almost shit their pants or cry on the way they exit the stage. It’s really not their fault, you’re just a bit tired after seeing so many performances and demonstrations. You are just trying to find the best fit after all. It’s your duty and responsibility as the muthereffing princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym.

“Sawamura Daichi from the Kingdom of Karasuno.”

The crowd is silent as Daichi stands up from his seat and makes his way to the center. His shoulder is relaxed and his head is held high. He doesn’t have the large build of Bokuto nor is he decked out in regal fabrics like Ushijima. His hair is simple and clean. His expression is polite and pleasant. Amongst the sea of beautiful and talented men, Daichi is like an ordinary seashell buried in the sand. But like how too many bites of dessert beckon the simplicity of water, Daichi’s humble presence makes him stand out in particular.

Daichi bows deeply. “I send my deepest regards to the princess. I am Sawamura Daichi from the Kingdom of Karasuno.”

“Please rise, Sawamura. What demonstration do you bring to me today?”

“My lady, I have nothing showy in particular. I only bring myself. And please feel free to call me Daichi.” You can feel his piercing gaze on you, confident and assertive. So he has some guts. It beckons you to submit, but you bite back. Grrrrr.

“Just yourself? That’s quite cocky of you Daichi. Others bring talents and demonstrations of qualities that make them fit as my suitor. What do you have to offer for me to choose you? Or is that something you are not looking for at all?”

“Karasuno,” Daichi begins, “Karasuno is a good kingdom. For many years long ago, our people have suffered greatly and we have gained a poor moniker. However, for the last few years, the kingdom has made significant progress and improvements. Alongside my brethren and officers of my court,” Daichi gestures to his entourage sitting off to the side, “We have come a long way. ”

“You tell me much about your home, Daichi, but what about you?”

Daichi pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. He is well aware of the pressures you are putting on him, testing his convictions to the limit. You are a princess after all, so it’s only natural that you test his qualifications. Diachi swallows his nerves and faces your confrontation head on.

“I come to tell you the truth, my lady. I cannot hide these facts about myself or my kingdom. I am truthful, honest, but I have an unshaken belief that my kingdom will prosper because I have my closest and trusted with me. Each of them have their talents and strengths. Karasuno is a band with a bit of everything, and we’re family.”

You inwardly sigh. It seems like Daichi won’t be completely living up your hopes. At first you thought that his confident yet humble demeanor must hide something. Something incredible, because he can sit back and freely applaud other men for their talents. Something remarkable because he doesn’t feel the need to jump out in front of others. Something big. Very big.

“I don’t doubt your family’s bond or strength, but I am here to choose a suitor, a husband in layman's terms. So, I suppose that—”

“Wait,” Daichi cries out, and gestures towards his Karasuno brethren.

A tangerine head jumps up and brings out a scroll. He skips a few steps towards you and passes the document over to the shaman who brings it to you.

“My resume, if you will, my lady. I have no other talents but what is shown there.”

You glance at Daichi, studying him closely. From his clenched fist, you can tell that even in this moment, he’s a bit shaken and nervous. You undo the ties on the scroll and unravel the contents.

All eyes are fixed on you, trying to decipher every microexpression you make. The slight widened eyes, the twitch of the brow. The slight part of the lips and the deep breathes from you trying to calm the invisible fire that’s building in your core. It’s big. If the resume is accurate, Daichi’s demeanor truly is hiding a beast. A massive, humongous, schlong. Finer than any specimen you have seen in banned pictorial books you read and hide under your massive princess bed.

The sheer size and girth of the XL 2d image is rendered in X-TRA fine detail. You brush a finger onto the parchment, tracing the lines depicting the veins running along the shaft. You gulp, rubbing your finger down what is drawn as a big, swollen tip that’s glistening. Artists these days are so detail-oriented, it looks as if precum is just dripping from the tip and shimmering. So realistic, you just want to take it all into your mouth. To gag or to choke. Neither are a question.

The balls, those massive balls that are the storehouses for an endless supply of fresh cum. Organics from the finest the kingdom has to offer. Precious jewels hanging at the base, ripe for your licking. It looks so juicy and plump and you want nothing more than to rub your cheeks, cooing at how cute they are.

You know it’s good. It better be good if the painting is depicting something this sumptuous. If this is the real deal, then you really have nailed the jackpot and secured a brilliant future for yourself. Marital bliss. Bedroom adventures. Bedroom adventures where he’ll fulfill every nightmarish fantasy you ever have. It’ll be hard at first, your cunt’s so tight and he’s so big! But it’s okay, you’ll take him like the royal princess you are because the Kingdom of YoreNaym raises whores and sluts only!

No scratch that. Coital activities can take place anywhere. Maybe you’ll cockwarm him while the two of you hear what the morning court has to say about the affairs of the kingdom. Maybe you’ll find yourself tumbling around in the garden after a cute game of hide and seek, skirt hiked up, as he fucks a grass stain into your back! Okay. That might not be the best idea. Perhaps just once. For novelty’s sake.

But hear me out, when you are sneaking into the kitchen for some snacks, he’ll pin you on the large baker’s table and just take you right there to fuck his babies into your womb. His cock pumping into you as the table creaks and shakes from his thunderous movements. He’ll fill you to the brim with copious amounts of his hot cum, heaps and heaps of them, just like the baker fills the buns with cream custard in the most obscene fashion ever. Watch your belly rise and bulge up like pastries in the oven. Oooh cummies.

You sigh and squirm in the seats as you continue examining the masterpiece of a dick. You feel your heartbeat racing wildly as if you are caught tinkling in the castle fountain. It’s unknown if you ever did that, by the way. Just saying, your memory is failing you just a tad. But oh gosh, you’re wet already. The slick pooling between your folds is just soaking through your princess panties; the ones in the drawer where you keep all your secret prince Sakusa drawings heehee. But Sakusa’s pretty face aside, you are now face to face with the most magnificent dick pic you’ll ever receive. Not really unsolicited, but damn work of art. Literally.

The crowd is silent when you clear your throat and roll up the scroll, taking extra care to not let anyone else touch your new precious treasure. You lean forward and perceive Daichi. Daichi gives you a cocky grin, showing his teeth. Slightly stained with the wine, but it’s just temporary. It doesn’t matter as long as the real deal is...well, real.

Daichi catches your eyes wandering to the outline of the bulge between his legs. The glorious dickprint that he’s casually showing to everyone present. It puts Herculean Bokuto to shame, Ushijima into a blushing mess. Kuroo nearly snorts his colored powders. Daishou’s tongue hangs out and dries. Oikawa is sent to the medics. Kita no longer waxes poetry about the weather. Terushima leaves the party early.

Daichi is smug and casually asks, “My lady, would you like to examine the goods? I am a pure man and would not carelessly offer tastes to anyone. But you are a princess of the Kingdom of YoreNaym. You can have a sampling before you commit. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #daichi smut #daichi x reader smut #daichi x reader #did y'all see kazooli's post on fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dicks and balls?#this is my answer #forever a princess of yorenaym #you can be too if you want #emi.freshtea #ch daichi #🍵.daichi

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intercoursefluids · 3 years

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Marry Me Part 2 (Final)

The morning after Damian proposed he went looking for his brother and stepmother. (She had a knack for finding beautiful jewels and Dick was a hopeless romantic and would kill him if he didn’t let him help.

“Grayson, Selina, I require your assistance with something and no it cannot wait.”

They both look up at him from the living room couch, watching the news.

“Where’s Marinette? You never come down without her.”

Selina looks behind him as if she was hiding behind his larger frame.

“She's still asleep and will remain that way until at least noon since she stayed up till an ungodly number calling her friends and family back in Paris, but that is not important now. (He says obviously irritated at her unhealthy sleeping schedule) Last night I may have made a spontaneous decision and need your help with the next step.”

Selina and Dick both look at him questiongly knowing damn well what he's talking about.

“Do you regret it?” (Dick)

“Did you get her pregnant?” (Selina)

Damian sputters for a moment his face turning red.

“The answer is no to both questions. Just get dressed and meet me outside.”

He walks away muttering about how Selina ‘has no sense of shame’ and how Dick ‘was an idiot to think he’d ever regret it’.

Dick and Selina both share a smile before getting ready and meeting an impatient Damian outside.

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“I proposed to Marinette last night and I want your help picking out her ring.”

Damian immediately exits the car and heads inside as his brother and stepmothers excited squeals fill the air.

Soon after he starts browsing they both join him looking for the perfect ring to give to her.

After an hour of searching Damian looks up, waving both of them over.

“What about this one?

Selina comes over first, immediately nodding her approval.

“Oh yeah, a little subtle for my taste but Marinette will love it.”

Dick immediately agrees, cooing over how cute this whole thing is and tearing up that his ‘baby brother is going to get married and he will have little nieces and nephews running around in a few years’.

Damian completely ignores him calling over a worker to get the ring in the correct size before buying it. Walking out with the simple diamond ring with pink accents on both sides of the diamond in its velvet black box.

“Okay, before we get back home where you have access to your katana I need to tell you something.”

Damian pauses at the car turning to face his brother.

“I messed up really bad this time and I’m very sorry. I was snooping around last night trying to get pictures of you and Mari being all sweet together like I usually do, but Jason, Selina, and Tim all saw me at different times and decided to watch and take pictures and videos too. I posted a bunch of the pictures to what I thought was my private Twitter like I do when you two do something especially sweet, but it wasn’t my private one and I couldn’t tell because I was crying too hard. I’m really sorry, Damian.”

Dick sucks in a deep breath after his ramble refusing to look up and meet his little brother's eyes until a loud groan followed by a thud makes him.

Damian smacks his head against the roof of the car several times more before letting out another groan and looking at his favorite least annoying brother.

“You’re lucky that I’m still in too much of a good mood to want to kill you right now. Get in the car, I want to get back before Marinette wakes up and it's already around 10.”

Happily counting his blessings even though he's low-key terrified Dick hops in the back seat and lets Selina take the front.

The drive rather quickly and Damian wastes not time in running to his room where he left his Angel.

He breathes a sigh of relief noticing she's still very much asleep. Running back downstairs he makes her a plate of breakfast and grabs a platter to fill with food for all of the kwamis.

Rushing back up to the room he sets the tray on the nightstand before going over to her side, brushing some hair out of her face, making her grumble and burrow deeper into the covers in an attempt to stay asleep.

He laughs softly sitting down beside her stroking her cheekbone.

“Angel, wake up. I brought you breakfast.”

She grumbles, reaching out from the covers to wrap his arms around her waist and snuggling into his side.

“At least let me put the ring on you. I need to talk with Grayson anyway.”

She thrusts out her left hand, still refusing to open her eyes.

He sighs, sliding the ring on her left finger and placing a kiss to her forehead before standing up to leave.

“I love you, Habibiti.”

The following noise that is probably an ‘I love you too’ but could also be a ‘shut the door’ is the only response he gets before he goes to find his brother(s).”

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“Grayson, Todd, Drake, you three are fixing this entire internet mess that you started and that is final.”

Sounds of protest erupt from the room as he takes his leave to feed the animals.

“Hold up! Dickie-bird is the one who fucked up, why do we have to fix it?!”

Jason pulls him back by his hoodie, thoroughly pissing him off, to face them again.

“Because, Grayson would be too emotional and sappy and just humiliate himself and make the situation worse, Drake knows how to navigate the internet better than the rest of us and, you are always happy to talk about Marinette and I need you to keep Drake awake long enough to fix this.”

Jason nods his head accepting the explanation when Tim interrupts.

“And why can’t you do it?”

A smile that puts all three brothers on edge takes over his face.

“I have a wedding to plan.”

Followed by him immediately shutting the door and going about his chores.

BONUS:

*Marinette wakes up, eats breakfast and changes before noticing the new rind on her left finger*

Marinette: HOLY SHIT I’M GETTING MARRIED!

Marinette:JASON! JAY! I’M GETTING MARRIED!

Jason from down the hall: I KNOW! I WAS THERE WHEN HE PROPOSED!

*Marinette immediately calls her friends and family and start crying while Chloe, Adrien, Kagami, Alix, Kim, and Max all immediately buy plane tickets*

*Jagged cries and also buys plane tickets for him and Penny*

*Luka goes with Jagged*

BONUS 2:

*Two weeks before proposal*

*Marinette running to Jason (her self-proclaimed older brother) and jumping as he catches her*

Marinette: JAY!

Jason: PIXIE-POP!

*Damian groans setting her bag on the floor*

Damian: Must you two be so dramatic? You saw each other last month.

Jason: Piss off Demon Spawn! She's MY baby sister

*Cue pissed off and tired (because he was so excited to see Mari that he couldn’t fall asleep last night) Damian *

Damian: Yeah? Well she's MY wife

*Cue immediate pause and lots of blushing from aforementioned couple*

Damian: I meant fiancé!

Damian: NO! GIRLFRIEND! I meant GIRLFRIEND!

*Marinette exe. has stopped working*

*Damian rushes over and throws her over his shoulder*

Damian: I meant GIRLFRIEND, and you wipe that smile off your face Grayson!

*Damian runs to his room with Mari and eventually they fall asleep together while the batfam collectively loses their shit down stairs*

#Fluff #batfam #maridami #daminette #Big brother jason

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jmoriarty-221b · 3 years

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Ok so this idea was inspired by AUs where Tim Drake is a member of the Addams family and thus this cute idea was born

Ok so, Tim’s parents still travel a lot but instead of leaving him alone in a big empty manor they leave him with his aunt and uncle Morticia and Gomez Addams

And Tim is a weird little kid who grows up without fear of the dark figures at night because the boogeyman is actually a pretty nice fellow who was very touched when Tiny Tim gave them a drawing of themselves, the monster in the closet actually gives great fashion advice as well as providing the perfect clothes for playing dress up, and the monsters under his bed are great storytellers and the shadow man gives Tim great advice on how to hide and use shadows to his advantage, etc.

The point is that Timmy grows up under the care of the Addams when his parents have to leave on long business trips or excavation sites and as such, is exposed to Gomez’s great appreciation of swordsmanship and fencing, and the haunted suits of armors are always great at comparing which kind of swords are the best in which kind of combat as well as the the importance of craftsmanship when in relation to having a reliable sword

And then one day Timmy watches the movie ‘The Legend of Zorro’ and becomes absolutely obsessed with learning how to use a sword and fight with it in the way only little kids can become obsessed with something they find completely cool, and Gomez is so excited to be teaching Tim everything he knows and they work together to craft Timmy his very own mini rapier for learning how to fence (swords are heavier so Tim learns those from Gomez when he’s older and can parry more weight)

And Tim becomes very Focused and Serious on learning how to fence and he’s very excited when he manages to finally best his uncle in a fencing duel (not as excited as Gomez tho, “MY CHILD SHALL BECOME THE BEST SWORDSMAN YET MY LOVE, DID YOU SEE HIS TECHNIQUE, HAD I BEEN SLOWER HE WOULD’VE RIPPED OPEN MY THROAT IN ONE SWIPE, I’M SO PROUD” “Our child dear”)

And then the movie ‘Count of Monte Cristo’ comes out and both Tim and Gomez are super fans (as a whole the family’s favorite movies are this one as well as the Legend of Zorro because 1. Revenge is achieved to the improvement of the main character’s well being and 2. The Aesthetic) and Tim just focuses on getting the hang of swords now with Gomez being more than happy to help his darling nephew

So years pass and Tim’s parents have finished one of their most taxing excavation digs so they return to Gotham and Tim has to return too (for the purposes of this AU Janet and Jack actually do give a fuck about their son so they would call him every other night when they’re away and if they can’t then at the very least they would call Tim once a week; they also call Morticia and Gomez at least once a week to check on how Tim is doing and they were also very happy to know that Tim has taken a liking to swords so they try to bring new types of weapons or literature related to weapons from the culture of their latest excavation so Tim can learn how different types of swords are wielded all around the world)

But anyway, Tim is going back to Gotham so he and Gomez work on creating a new sword for him with the family motto carved on the blade “Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc” which translates to “We Gladly Feast on Those Who Would Subdue Us” which is metal as fuck so yeah, and this sword is super durable and strong, inspired by a katana’s durability and a rapier’s gracefulness with a blade that is such a dark purple that it looks black like obsidian and the inscription of the family motto is carved in letters that are ruby red with a black hilt where an image of a drake is engraved in the same ruby red as the family motto (basically it is a Very Deadly Sword that is also Very Pretty with a dark aesthetic)

So Tim gets back to Gotham and one day he’s watching the news and sees The Batman saving the day and what not and sees Robin do a quadruple back flip and figures out their identities and decides that he wants to meet them at some point while on his nightly photography sessions of Gotham architecture; and if he manages to snap a couple of shots of Gotham’s heroes sometimes then that’s a bonus but Tim is mostly focused on capturing the essence of Gotham city (at this point in time when Tim moves back to Gotham he physically looks like 10-12 year old; he did meet Dick at the circus when he looked like he was 4 years old but for the purposes of the timeline Tim, as an Addams, can choose to remain at any age he desires for as long as he wants so while he did appear to be 4 years old at the circus, he had been alive for a couple of years more at this point, this also explains how he can master swords and fencing while physically looking like a 10 year old because he has been practicing for years as well as why he remembers Dick from that night at the circus)

So the timeline continues with Tim figuring out that the Bats are actually his neighbors but instead of staying away from the Waynes, he decides to go ask his parents if he can stay with the neighbors whenever they have to stay later than usual at the company or have to take a short business travel and they talk with Bruce about it and he agrees to take care of Tim, so now Tim has an in to befriend the Waynes and helps smooth out the edges of Dick and Bruce’s relationship so Bruce doesn’t fire Dick from Robin, but rather they talk about their feelings for once and Dick decides he wants to create his own superhero identity and Bruce supports his decision (Tim may or may not have had to talk about how his family happened to be very open about their feelings and worry for one another and how much closer they are due to talking to each other and resolving conflict; Alfred may or may not have been 100% behind Tim every time he made such a conversation) also, Tim is basically a trial run for Dick on becoming a big brother for when Jason arrives

One time Tim asks Dick if he knows how to fence which Dick can’t really answer because technically he knows how to fight with a sword but that’s for vigilante purposes which his civilian self isn’t supposed to know so Dick says that he doesn’t and asks Tim why he wanted to know, Tim proceeds to talk about how his favorite masked hero uses a sword to fight injustice and he has a black cape and a black horse and Bruce comes into the living room they’re in in the middle of Tim’s rambling about his favorite hero using a sword and is Concerned for a hot minute until Tim finishes the rant by saying “. . . and that’s why I like his movie so much, have you seen the Legend of Zorro?” (Cue relief for both Dick and Bruce because for all that they scrambled to put a name to the hero Tim was describing they couldn’t come up with one and were considering the possibility of a new player in the vigilante scene) so then Tim asks Mr. Bruce if he knows how to fence and Bruce says yes and asks if Tim would like to learn cue the “Oh, my uncle taught me how to fence a few years ago and when I lived with them we had a duel at least once a week, it was very fun so I was just wondering if you knew so we could practice if you want to Mr. Bruce”

Dick is 100% on board with this because the idea of Tiny Tim and 6’1” Bruce fencing is hilarious in his mind, Alfred is there to supervise and both Tim and Bruce are provided with the appropriate fencing equipment and protection; Bruce starts off slow and is surprised when Tim manages to beat him before starting to enjoy fencing with someone who can surprisingly keep up with him (Dick is taking pictures because the height difference is just too cute to be ignored and Tiny Tim is adorable in his own mini fencing equipment)

Whenever his parents do have to leave for extended periods of time (any company trip that takes more than 3-5 days qualifies as this) Tim stays with his aunt and uncle, thus starting a fun tradition of having spontaneous fencing duels with his uncle Gomez, basically if one of them is in the library then the other will shout ‘En-garde’ while throwing a sabre towards the other person and engaging in a quick duel; basically, if Tim is reading about the latest poisonous plants produced by Poison Ivy and annotating his research in order to get an idea of what would be a nice gift for his aunt Morticia and Gomez walks into the library then Gomez will grab two of the sabres they have on the wall for this exact purpose while shouting ‘en-garde’ before throwing a sabre at Tim and engaging in a duel, same goes for Tim, it’s almost instinct to the point that Tim has to hold himself back from doing exactly this whenever he sees Bruce in the library of Wayne Manor

Later on, when Jason is already adopted into the Wayne family, Tim still comes over and makes it his sacred mission to teach Jason the art of swords so he has another fencing buddy because “Mr. Bruce isn’t always here and I have decided that we will be friends and you’re pretty cool but knowing how to fight with a sword just ups your coolness level ya know?” So now Jason has smol Tim teaching him how to fence and it’s pretty fun to be able to do a taxing physical activity outside of being Robin with a friend, when Jason gets the hang of fencing Tim decides that he must now advance to the next level: sword fighting (Alfred is always there to supervise and give tips and pointers because he also knows how to fence but chooses to stay in the sidelines and let the young masters have their fun)

The problem with this is that, while the Waynes do have sabres for fencing, they don’t have swords, at least not in their civilian selves, so Tim decides to bring his own swords to teach Jason how to sword fight, Alfred is the first to see Tim’s very own special sword and is both impressed at the craftsmanship and concerned as to why a child has a sword, Jason thinks Tim’s sword is the coolest he has ever seen and Tim is happy to talk about how he made it himself with his uncle’s help when he finally learned all about sword fighting and promises Jason that they can make him his own cool sword when he learns how to sword fight too, Dick also thinks that the sword is a little concerning for a kid to have but he also wants his own cool sword and so now he insists Bruce has to teach him how to sword fight because Tim said he’s not allowed to have his own sword until he learns how to sword fight, Bruce is baffled as to why Tim has a sword, impressed at Tim’s skills in craftsmanship, and a little Concerned as to why Tim’s sword has that Latin inscription on the blade (no Tim, knowing that “we feast in those who would subdue us” is your family motto doesn’t calm me down yet it explains a lot about your mother)

By the time Damian comes along to the family he is very interested in where Jason and Dick got their Very Cool swords from, his father also has one and he wants to have his own Very Cool Sword too, thank you very much, and Tim visits them when Damian is still settling in and asks his customary question of if he knows how to use fence and gets an affirmative answer he asks Bruce if it would be ok for him and Damian to have a fencing duel, Bruce explains the rules to Damian and makes sure that Alfred, Dick, Jason and him are present in order to keep Damian from maiming/killing Tim

The duel does get a little out of hand as Damian gauges that Tim is more skilled than he previously thought so he stops holding back, Tim is positively grinning at this since he always has to hold back with the Waynes in a way that he doesn’t with Uncle Gomez because while an Addams won’t die from a stab to the heart, the same can’t be said for anyone else; the duel ends with Tim winning because he has more experience than Damian but he is positive beaming at how awesome Damian was and how these duels could become a weekly thing before they transition to swords and once Dames graduates from swords he can design his very own sword with Tim’s help as a sort of graduation present for learning how to sword fight and he’s sure that it won’t take too long for Damian to master swordsmanship because he’s basically a natural already and very skilled and this duel was so much fun Damian we have to do this again sometime oh my gosh I want to teach you everything I know it’s gonna be so much fun

And Damian, a poor baby, was mad at having lost to Tim but then Tim hits him with all this excitement and smiles and it’s the promise of getting his own Very Cool Sword is what gets him to agree to learn from Tim, it’s not that he feels warm at getting compliments from someone who also likes swords and knows what he’s doing in a fight, he definitely doesn’t find Tim cool at all, he’s just making use of a resource and he will learn everything Tim has to offer and become better than both Grayson and Todd, that’s all (that’s not all because it turns out that Damian is the younger brother Tim never had and he takes Dami under his wing and helps him adjust to a life outside the League of Assassins and how to find hobbies to enjoy; Damian won’t admit it but he is also Very Attached in to Timothy and feels like he won’t be judged for his past with him and he is also a fellow sword enthusiast so yeah)

Tim decides to do the same thing to Damian and initiating a quick fencing duel whenever he sees that Damian is in the gardens (no fencing inside the Manor on pain of Alfred’s eyebrow of disappointment); this helps Damian with the transition of learning to have fun and also learn to realize that not everybody is an enemy, it also helps keep up his training and burn some energy whenever he gets restless and helps him bond with Tim more

The idea was that Tim and Uncle Gomez would surprise each other with spontaneous fencing duels by shouting ‘en-garde’ at the other person whenever they find one another in the library, and now it turned into a fluff AU where Tim isn’t Robin but he’s still a family friend to the Waynes and an Addams and helps bring the family closer through his love of swords because yes

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jess-the-vampire · 3 years

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Sooooo whatya think of the new episodeee?

Oh it’s definitely my favorite episode of the series so far, i was having such a good time at every turn. I’m glad i went out of my way to avoid spoilers, cause i was glad to actually be surprised by some elements on first watch.

I think this had by far the best opening for an episode so far, we finally get back to the villians, we meet the coven heads, we get insight on belos’s plans-

and then belos gets constipated, which starts getting into the more character driven lore, which is the best part. You instantly can tell GG and Kiki have some bit of tension between them to be Belo’s favorite, though granted i wonder if hunter is the only one to know belos is cursed and actually just always insists to help belos with his fits to prevent others from seeing them.

Including kiki.

It’s honestly unclear how aware anyone is that belos is cursed, like him eating pailsmans is apparently not something he hides, but like....i feel him being cursed is something that people would know universally if it got out...so i’m left wondering if anyone knows besides hunter.

Regardless, belos turns into a goop monster with an angry side, and i guess his mask doesn’t transform with him compared to the rest of his body so he breaks it again because i guess he goes though masks like crazy.

Hunter turns away in this scene from his outburst and even though he’s masked here i can already tell he’s most likely pained in these scenes. Like he’s probably seen this happen so many times, and i can’t imagine it gets any easier for him, it’s probably awful to watch belos suffer like this for him (Regardless of the abuse)

And to be honest, it seems pretty painful for him, i think this ep seems to at least confirm whatever this thing is that takes over belos’s body.....belos never actually wanted it in the first place.

Yeah so after Hunter tells belos there’s not enough trees to medicate him anymore, we’re hit with the “UNCLE”. Which, when i first watched it i needed a second to even process the fact they confirmed their relation.

and i was like “CLOSE ENOUGH”, not his kid but uncle still works just fine for me, i’m just happy my assumption they were related actually came to ahead.

And i rewatched this episode a few times, and on second watch i realized more what happened in this scene. Hunter was talking about his interest in wild magic, and making more pailsman to help belos, and some method that could heal him and as soon as belos looked at him he instantly shut down.

He was clearly rambling about wild magic cures for belos because of his interest in it, and then suddenly remembered his uncle hates wild magic and felt super awkward.

It seems highly likely his interest in wild magic came from trying to cure belos and spending a lot of time reading up on the stuff.

And then we get hit with the whole “Our family is dead because of wild magic” line, which.....i’m curious to know what happened there. But it does at least explain why belos feels how he does, if wild magic both killed his family beside hunter AND cursed him in the first place. We’re just gonna need more info on what exactly happened.

Also while Belos is def abusive and does not treat hunter how he should, this scene actually does read off to me like belos does care about hunter to some degree. If belos is cursed and his curse works in similar ways to how Eda’s curse works, then it’s worth reminding ppl that eda mentions early this season how stress can amplify the curse even more.

And sure enough, belos goes goopy on hunter’s shoulder all of a sudden when he grasps him. Which could be considered a sign of stress and that the idea of hunter dying or being in danger actually does stress him.

You could very much also assume this is just due to his curse not being fully handled and just getting worse, or that belos only cares about hunter for selfish reasons....but i’m not taking anything off the table here.

Belos can still be a shitty uncle, and still care about hunter, these aren’t mutually exclusive traits. But we need more episodes for now on this.

But anyways he asks hunter if he can rely on him, kiki is pissed......and we move on.

So i’m glad luz’s impulsiveness is addressed a ton in this episode, they actually bring up a lot of good points. That luz has no plan, that the time she’s spending here might render moot if she goes back to earth, ect ect.

Hunter even calls her out a lot later for not thinking things through, it’s a whole deal in this episode. I’m glad it was brought up cause it’s actually worth asking a lot of these things.

the set up here works, they actually made a good reason for why a pailsman didn’t bond with her. Speaking of which the adoption thing is cute and i love it, it’s a great idea. The designs are all very cute and fun.

Bump face reveal was a lot for me to process, but i find the idea of his pailsman being a pet that can help with his disabilities a good idea.

Also like, i did find it odd that they got staffs so early because we’ve never seen kids their ages with them before, but i guess it’s a new tradition? Does everyone at hexside now have one?

Honesty not sure why batqueen left the nest there overnight, i meant i guess she assumed they were safe with that shield but in context i dunno why she didn’t take them home after the school day was over.

but whatever, luz stays there overnight hoping a pailsman will bond with her and GG just kidnapps them cause of pure luck on his part a bunch of pailsman were in a vulnerable spot tonight.

So GG continues to be charming, by whistling the theme song and then being blasted off his ship hilariously, before cockily teleporting himself right back on it seconds later. Like he and luz have great banter, he’s so extra like this it’s so funny, and god he’s so FAST with that staff it’s scary but so awesome.

Yeah so then hand dragon crashes them and i was so excited cause it meant face reveal. Poor dude looked so in pain and then we find out kiki tried to effing murder him because of course she did. But like, i think killing your boss’s nephew is the WORST way to get a promotion tbh.

(Also i got confused for a bit cause his mask has always been drawn as a mask, but now it’s a helmet in this scene for whatever reason but-)

Anyways, face reveal, Like honestly ppl weren’t too far off with their guesses, really the only thing people didn’t get was the tooth gap (That was fair tho, we couldn’t have guessed that). But it did make him even cuter.

like the banter is funny, he licks her hand, she slaps him, he looks SO pissed at her for this mess.

and i guess that outfit is his under armor apparently.

He’s lucky she didn’t run away immediately and followed him, but maybe he assumed she would since she had no where else to go.

Also his expressions in this ep are glorious, these had to be fun to draw.

Also we find out that the coven team members have never seen his face i guess? They just assume he’s a silly kid and are awful to him, so i guess he’s not only the youngest member of the coven but he never really shows his face much.

(”Call your parents”, ha ha.....whose gonna tell them who his uncle is?)

He is however, REALLY good at parkour and he’s fast even without his staff, so he’s well trained alright.

And then they reveal he’s not magical and i was SO happy cause i was so sure something was up when he wasn’t doing magic like the other witches despite his pointy ears. So they outright confirmed what i thought.

Hunter is pretty smart tho, like he can tell luz wouldn’t hurt him and wouldn’t flee so he knows he has the high ground here. Like he might be being a bit of a dick, but to be fair luz has been nothing but a dick to him throughout the whole episode (Everyone in this episode has been a dick to him tbh)

They team up and i get excited cause i love this kinda stuff and it gets more wholesome because hunter is super interested in her magic, he thinks it’s cool and you can tell how much he actually loves wild magic but then again...shuts himself down because of belos making him fear the stuff.

An then because luz asks, he tells her his backstory.

honestly with how this world treats people who aren’t magically powerful, living and growing up in a world that would find you useless sounds....awful. Hunter must be an anomaly around here, human blood or not.

Luz coming here to learn is different then growing up in a world and being the only one with no abilities and no future without them. Belos provides him with magic and a future, it’s no wonder he stays with him despite everything.

the whole “Found me” thing is weird, cause belos implies they’re blood related and hunter makes it sound like belos semi-adopted him. Which....if he did i dunno why “Uncle” and not “Adopted dad”, but ok....guess that’s for later.

Apparently hunter is important for something tho with the “Titan has big plans for me” thing, not sure what, but-

But yeah as soon as Hunter talked about wanting to make his own future and Rascal tried to land on him i knew EXACTLY where this was going, it was so cuteeeeee. The lil birb wanted to be with hunter, that’s so wholesome.

And he’s so terrified because of belos and what wild magic did to him, the poor bab.

But yeah, luz then trusts him with his staff back, because again....impulsive. But hunter does actually ask if she’s sure, so he might as well be asking if she trusts him.

The plan goes ahead, and hunter nearly betrays her.

though granted, hunter never promised her he’d stop and let her take them away, the truce was supposed to last till kiki was stopped and they were gonna fight out who got the pailsman. But it does bother luz cause she was hopeful he was better then this.

But just like he did before, she calls him out and he doesn’t betray her, because he’s ALSO too nice to do it, just like he said she was. He says his name (Which also took a moment to process), and then beats the crap out of kiki while letting luz get away and protecting her like a badass.

He might not have magic, but he’s good at fighting

like he can easily teleport to luz and take the pailsman, but he doesn’t, he lets them get away and luz knows this. Even though she also knows hunter has to go back to the emperor too and they have to separate.

It’s only slightly bitter terms, because in the end he came through for her and she knows it.

honestly, the worst part is i can’t even be mad at hunter for it, i’m sure he was terrified to fail belos. Both because he loves him and doesn’t want him to suffer....but also because of well...being punished. Really says something when his near betrayal doesn’t even make me mad at him, and i can understand why he nearly did it.

He let her go, knowing he’d be in SERIOUS trouble and that it would hurt someone he actually loves, so....ouch.

so yeah at this point i knew rascal wanted him so it was only of matter of what happened next.

Which was, luz getting the wood, which i like more anyway. Eda and King doing this offscreen and coming home like this is actually very funny, and honestly i appreciate the message of it being ok to wait.....means a lot to me.

yeah so belos is like...being an ass, like the kid tried his hardest, you don’t need to hit him with the “Is this the thanks i get?”. He’s a kid and he’s trying to cure you you dick, give him a break he doesn’t remotely have to help you like this.

Also apparently belos has not even told hunter HOW this happened, like...dude. Hunter is trying to be entirely reasonable here and belos spikes at him, which does imply some physical abuse though the only reason hunter doesn’t get a new scar is because he moves.

but how he reacts implies this has happened before, he is bracing for impact and he flinches. It’s pretty sad tbh, especially since hunter loves him and belos’s respect means something to him.

Belos is such an idiot, like c’mon dude, hunter is trying to help you and you don’t listen to him you dick. Kid shouldn’t have to say sorry for anything he did nothing wrong, he was just trying to help.

Anyways, he gloats at kiki (So at the very least she knows what he looks like under the mask), which he deserves a chance to do anyway. So i guess he didn’t rat her out for trying to kill him, personally my guess why is blackmail.....he was gonna hold it over her head to keep her from doing it again and threaten to tell belos.

But kiki quickly tells he LET the pailsman get away since he was the one to fight her (Curse his cute loose hair strand). So i guess now they have dirt on each other, so that’s fun.

His room is adorable, though the med kit by the bed is concerning.

Rascal comes for him and it;s so cute....though you can tell hunter nearly hurts him on instinct because of force of habit, but it’s so cute how he cares and how the birb loves him and is his new staff.

it was well hinted to as well, it’s so subtle, but the bird being cheery, curious, and his constant habit of escaping boundaries was perfect for hunter. He represents what hunter wants to be and why they got matched is done so well, all without explaining anything.

Hunter indirectly stated his deepest wish, to make his own choices, and rascal resonated with that.

can’t wait to see where this goes.

great ending shot, love me some conflicted shots looking out of windows like trapped birds.

also this title was a pun the whole time i can’t-

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #golden guard #toh golden guard #the owl house golden guard #the golden guard #the owl house luz #emperor belos #kikimora

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2194 Kripke Lane

Chapter II: Proud Mary

Summary: Can one man change the rest of the reader's whole day? A friendship maybe or even more. After the reader's car has a leak she pulls into Singer's car service and repair. Meeting a very handsome green-eyed mechanic named Dean.

Series Warnings: Angst, language, fluffy stuff yall, slow-burn...ish I guess? Awkward! Dean but he's still a cutie, drinking, mentions of sex, more angst, ex-boyfriend dick bags, hospital situations, mentions of domestic violence, death? I think that's it but if not ill just sneak more warnings in there.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Waitress!Reader (eventually)

Other Characters: Reader x OFC (eventually), Mary Winchester, Jaxson Kenner (OFC), Dr. Alex Castillo (OFC), Charlie Bradbury

It had been a few long agonizing weeks since the accident, and you were counting down the day’s until you’d be able to go home. But for right now, you’d watch people come and go as they pleased, while you stayed put. The only sound in the room was the clock, the slow tick of time passing, and you are staring at the black tv screen doing absolutely nothing. A small amount of time had passed since you had officially met Dean. And within the weeks you’ve been in the hospital, he had become a very close friend. An unlikely scenario if not for the fact that Dean had stepped up, proposing instead of Mary watching Jax at the house, he would instead. Jax added to that request, that it would also, be best to have some guy time with uncle D, which was what he’d been calling him as of late. Dean didn't mind it. He thought it was endearing that a kid, in general thought he was pretty cool; cool enough to call him his uncle. The Winchester was a lot of things; impassive was not one of them. Sure, his plans would be compromised, but after learning more about you; getting closer to Jax, he really didn't have a choice after that. The two of you made his boring life a little more exciting. He’d wake up every morning, knowing he’d see you and Jax. “Knock, Knock!” An ecstatic Charlie called out, as she eased herself into the room. A small, genuine smile fell on your lips. “You got me flowers?” You said, placing a hand on your heart, you relished at the thought. “Oh these?” She asked, holding up the dusty pink and white roses that sat in a glass vase. She tittered a laugh, “no, these aren’t from me. The nurse at the front asked if I could bring these in for you.” Guess not. “Then who are they from?” She shrugged, pursing her lips. “Beats me.” She placed the flowers on the bed side table and hopped on the bed beside you. “Lemme see,” you reached your hands out, waiting for her to pass them over to you. You flipped the card over to see an unfamiliar name signed on the back. Charlie shot you a quizzical look, when seeing your eyebrows knit together. “Well?”

“They’re from a Dr. Alex Castillo?”

“Looks like someone has a secret admirer.” She teased, bumping you playfully on the shoulder. Your gaze slid away. “At least you know," Charlie added, trying to add some light to the situation. “You have something to distract yourself with until you leave.” You didn’t know how to respond to that. Normally, you would be flattered by this Dr.’s nice gesture, but right now, you could care less. You weren’t thinking about secret admirers or crushes. The only thing you wanted was to be home. "Sorry," you said. You shifted back and rested your head up against the wall, exhaling a breath. "I know I’m being a downer.”

"Eh, it’s okay. You get a pass this time, considering….” Charlie trailed, gesturing her hand up and down, acknowledging you were basically a gimp for the next month. “So, where’s my one and only nephew?”

“He should be here soon. Dean’s picking him up from baseball practice.” Charlie gave you a playful, side-eyed glance. “Hmm, I still never met this mystery mechanic.” You shrugged nonchalantly when grabbing the remote; oblivious to the tone she had in her voice. “Well, you will soon.”

“Is he cute?” You squinted at her, “I’m not answering that.”

“You don’t need to; I have my answer.”

Dean would look up at Jax every so often. He was conflicted, as to how to go about confronting him, about the fight he had with his teammates. It all happened so fast. One minute Dean was introducing himself to the baseball coach, and in the blink of an eye; all hell broke loose. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know? Not really.”

“Are you sure?” Jax sat quietly for a moment, lazily holding his spoon, playing with a few sprinkles that were on top of his sundae. “Jax?” Dean pressed. The little boy sighed and soon spoke up. “Two-faced Luca was making fun of me today.” Jax had always been considered odd, by the other kids at school, and no matter how hard he tried, that never seemed to change. That was the main reason why he would end up in the principal's office, or found with Jodi, for the rest of the afternoon. You couldn’t put all the blame on him. He was younger than the other kids in his class, and baseball team, so he was an easy target for them to pick on. Of course, this wasn’t an excuse, but that’s how he’d stick up for himself; lash out and cause fights. You knew that was his way of defending himself but you never condoned him for the way he’d handle it. Dean flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror. “What’d he say?”

“Whatcha guys talking about?” The two boys eyed Jax from head to toe as he stood next to them. Confused why he was joining in to their conversation as if the three of them were friends. “Just talking about what our dads are bringing for the cookout.” Larry smacked the boy on his shoulder, beginning to snicker. “Luca, why are you telling him? He can’t even go.” Jax looked between the two, stammering a bit with his answer. “But – but coach Rouse said I could go.” Luca stepped close to Jax with his hands on his hips. “And who would you bring?” He shrugged, one person on his mind. "My mama?” Luca scoffed, “It's called a dad and son cookout for a reason, genius.” Both boys mused at what Larry said. They thought it was funny, which just ticked Jax off. “If you have a problem with me, write the problem on a piece of paper, fold it, and shove it up your ass.” Jax spat. “Jackie, it’s not my fault you don’t have a dad.” And within a blink of an eye, Jax tackled Luca and punched him dead in the face. “Jax don’t listen to them, okay?” Dean paused, taking a bite of his ice cream. “They’re just mad because you’re getting all the chicks. Don’t waste your time on those two daffodils.” Jax smiled up at Dean through his eyelashes. “But I gotta say, and don’t tell your mom I said this, but, nice right hook.” Dean held up his fist, waiting for Jax to finish the fist bump.

“Aunt CeCe!” Jax came sprinting towards the redhead, with his arms wide open. “Jack-Jack!” Charlie exclaimed, kneeling down to his level to embrace him for a long-overdue hug. Dean stood there a bit awkwardly, flicking his eyes from you to Charlie. She peered up at Dean with a genuine smile. “And I’m assuming this is the mystery mechanic, I've heard so much about!” Dean’s arms fell to his sides, chuckling to himself. “The one and only.” She held out a hand, waiting for him to shake it. “Charlie Bradbury, the best friend.” He shook it with a firm grip; however, not as firm as Charlie’s. “Dean Winchester, the mystery mechanic.”

“How did practice go?” You asked. Jax frowned with a small shrug. “It - It, ya know, it went...” you squinting at your son with superstition. The redhead cleared her throat. She could tell Dean liked you, that wasn’t up for argument. You, not so much. Sometimes you were too difficult to read; to get through to. She thought if she left you two alone, he might ask you out. She wasn’t even into guys but she thought Dean was…well hot. She also needed some dirt on him from her nephew, if he was going to be around a lot more.

“Jax! How about we go and see a movie!”

“The best thing I’ve heard all day!” Charlie smirked at you, grabbing ahold of Jax’s hand. You flipped the red-head off as she blew you a kiss, saying goodbye in a singing tone. Groaning with annoyance, you placed your face in your hands from embarrassment. “She can be infuriating sometimes.” Dean chuckled, rubbing his arm.

“Nah it’s fine. I like her.” There was a silence between you two for a minute. He tried to think of something to talk about. He’s already talked about literally, anything and everything so, what else could he talk about. He looked around the room and soon noticed the bouquet of flowers.

Dean cleared his throat. “Those from Charlie?”

You gave the flowers on the table, one quick glance over.

“Nope, I got them from a “secret admirer,” that I’ve never even met before.”

“Oh yeah?”

“So they’re not from you? Or they are, and you’re using a fake name because you’re too shy?” A coy smile grew on his face. “Oh please, sweetheart, I wouldn’t send you flowers, I’d straight up ask you out for dinner.” You hold each other's gaze for a long moment before he abruptly shakes his head and ambled his way over to the chair that sat beside your bed. What he just said, left a fluttering feeling in your stomach. You wondered if what he was implying, was that he wanted to maybe go on a date with you. Or you were getting too ahead of yourself, and he was just letting you know what he would do in general. Clearing his throat, he sat down and pointed to the bedside table. “You like roses?” You hummed in response when nodding your head. When he saw the little card that was attached to the vase; curiosity got the best of him. Flipping the card over made his heart skip a beat for a second.

Dr. Alex Castillo

The shock was evident on his face, you immediately took notice.

“You, okay?” It was just a coincidence, Dean thought to himself. After all, he was your son's doctor at the time of the accident. He might've just sent you these; his way of saying get better. It was still a little odd to him because when he first met Alex, he felt tension between them but didn’t acknowledge it at the time, especially since Jax was standing between the two men. Dean had an uneasy feeling about him. It wasn’t how he was treating Jax, or with you even. It was how he looked at Dean. He saw hatred and disgust in the Dr.’s eyes. But, the thought of him sending you flowers, but not checking up on you in person, made Dean feel uneasy. “Uh – uh yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You nodded with a small smile, “okay just checkin.” A comfortable silence fell in the room. “Do you wanna hang out and watch ER with me? Charlie and I normally watch it together but...” you trailed off. It didn’t hurt to ask, him. A part of you will always be lost, tied down to the past that will possibly haunt you forever. But overall, when you were around him, an ache formed in your stomach. It was a particular type of ache; you’d come to realize. You felt light and free, and It felt like all your issues are gone and everything was great. It was horrible yet exciting by the way he made you feel. But after getting closer to him, you kept one thing in the back of your mind. The one that you still needed to remind yourself of. When it came to people who seemed too good to be true, it most likely meant they weren't.

Leo gave Alex a hearty pat on the back, standing next to him in the hallway outside your room. “Sup man.”

“Hey,” Alex said, his eyes not leaving you and Dean.

Leo scoffed and gave his friend a concerning look, slapping him on the arm. “Dude.”

“What?”

“She obviously has a boyfriend.” He let out a frustrating sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You don’t know that.” Jealousy is hard-wired into all of us, it for sure had no cloak of invisibility when it came to the doctor. There were a lot of emotions Alex hid on a daily basis but he could always control them If he was elated, sad, tired. Alex could try and try, but the two emotions he could never hide were when he was angry or jealous. “Really? He’s in there with her all the time, you can’t tell me I’m wrong.” Were you two just friends? Distant family maybe? Or was it the unlikely scenario where you two were actually, legitimately, together? “Stop obsessing over her, it’s one chick man, let it go.” Alex remained silent at the suggestion. He didn’t want to, he couldn’t. He wanted to fix things and do right by you and Jax. He wanted to apologize but he didn’t know how to. Leo cleared his throat at the awkward silence.

“Okay, good talk. See ya at lunch, Robert John Bardo.”

By the time Dean had pulled up into your driveway, he noticed Jax. An ecstatic little boy whose face was planted up against the window; leaving smudges from his fingerprints to his hot breath when pressing up against the glass. Charlie turned the porch light on, and the front door swung open. The five-year-old ran out onto the porch, jumping up and down. “Uncle D I have to show you, my room!” Jax practically hollered. The green-eyed mechanic, slowly made his way up the steps, only for the little boy to pull on his hand. He couldn’t help but chuckle when picking up his pace, into the house, just a little to appease the fiver-year-old. Entering the house, his eyes were greeted by a family photograph in a large frame. Obviously taken way before you had Jax. You had three older brothers. You and your mom; who you were a spitting image of. A gentle face, warm smile, beautiful big bright eyes, and lastly your dad, who wore a Naval uniform with a stern look. Charlie threw her coat on and walked over to the living room, only to come back with a key, dangling it in Dean’s face. “Here’s the spare key.” Charlie gave Dean a rundown of Jax’s night routine, he tried his best to keep up with her, but she was talking way too fast. She informed him, what time he needed to get ready for bed; what time he should be in bed as well. if he ate his dinner, with veggies included, he’d get four scoops of ice cream instead of two. Since it was a Thursday, that meant a movie before bed. It was always The Jungle Book. “Jax, let’s show uncle D how we take our medicine!” Dean’s face scrunched up. “Medicine?”

Charlie plopped Jax onto the counter and opened a cabinet above the sink. “So – so, uh, what are these pills for?” Dean asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“I have epsilepsy.”

“Epilepsy.” Jax huffed in frustration and shook his head. Charlie ignored him when taking out the pill. “Okay, ready?”

“Deep breath, in and out.” Charlie handed him a small cup of Apple juice. He took a big sip of the juice and hesitated for a moment when she handed him the pill. Keep in mind, that was the size of a grape. “It’s now or never bud, can you do it?”

“No…” She pondered for a moment; hands running through her hair. She clapped and jumped a bit in place. “Okay let’s try some apple sauce!”

“Regular or green apple?”

“Green.” She put the pill on top of a spoon full of apple sauce. “Let’s do a countdown!”

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....Without thinking, Jax shoved the spoon into his mouth, gripping onto the cup in one hand, and squeezing Charlie's hand in the other. “Lemme see.” She asked. He opened his mouth and lifted his tongue. “High five!” Charlie looked over her shoulder at Dean, who had a tight smile on his face. “We do a count down.” The little boy’s arms flayed all over the place, “like a rocket going to space!”

Long after Charlie had left, the two boys hung out. They ate a whole pizza with Jax eating more slices than Dean did; he was in complete shock when Jax asked for ice cream. He told stories and Dean listened; actually, amazed by his vocabulary for only being five, and skipping preschool. The little boy showed his uncle his room, along with all his favorite toys, books, and movies. They even raced cars with his hot wheels set, before getting ready for bed. By 8:30, he could no longer hide how tired and sleepy he was. And by the time Jax had gotten into his pajamas and brushed his teeth, with The Jungle Book already playing, he curled up into Dean’s side and started to nod off. He was asleep and floppy by the time the movie finished. Dean scooped up the five-year-old into his arms and carried Jax up the stairs and down the hall, into his bedroom. The five-year-old's little arms hung loosely over Dean’s broad shoulders. He lowered Jax into the bed gently, when the little boy reached around to tuck his teddy bear under his arm, cooing slightly as he pulled it straight into his chest protectively. Soon, Jax’s breathing evened out as he fell into a dreamless sleep. Dean checked on him every now and again just to make sure he was okay. Maybe a little more often than he should've been, but who the hell cared. Maybe it was the paranoia about the seizures. Or he just started to care too damn much. To his surprise, Dean thought he would've hated being around an annoying snotty, little five-year-old. But to him, Jax wasn’t that at all. He was the opposite, really. And to be honest, Jax hated being around the annoying snotty kids his own age. The little boy was independent, but he also was a little boy, who was too smart for Dean to keep up with.

In between then, he stayed up watching a football game, drinking one more beer before going to sleep. He stood up from the couch when his phone lit up and began vibrating, during the fourth quarter. Turning his phone over, it was a message from his mom.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t have time to call you earlier, too busy with grading papers. It’s late anyway and I never know if you’re awake or not, so I decided to just send a text instead. But I wanted you to know, that what you're doing for (Y/N) and for Jax, means a lot.”

Dean plopped back down onto the couch not so graciously, with his beer still in hand, as he continued to read the text message.

"All this is overwhelming. Her adapting to new people, a new situation. Trust is hard for her, and it always has been.”

He sighed, long and heavy because he wasn't Sam. He never thought about family; wife, and kids. He would’ve never thought he’d end up in this situation. A gruff mechanic, who had become quite devoted to a woman who wasn’t with him, and to a child that wasn’t his. He quickly found himself warming up to the additional role of being in your life. Dean didn’t feel obligated to help out and he wasn’t doing it for praise. Loving others and acting on it was normal. He didn't need or want a special label for that.

"I think she may have let you in more than she’s realized. I’m proud of you Dean, for being there for them. And you should be proud of yourself too. I love you.”

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