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niiine · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋

Character(s). Xiao, Scaramouche, Kazuha x Reader (Separate, ofc). Mentions of Venti, Heizou, and Aether.

Synopsis. In which they keep on denying having feelings towards you but then becomes hella possessive and gatekeeping experts when someone shows interest.

Modern! AU, Fem! Reader (I'm so sorry for putting this so late T^T)

Fluff

Tsundere! Scara and Xiao, as usual, and Shy Kazu bebi.

NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.

Xiao

He’s just tolerating you.

Or so he says. But Aether always finds it amusing how you can pester XIAO from time to time and get out of it with just a sigh from the golden eyed lad.

Like today, for example.

- As an introvert, powernap at the university’s roof top is like a holy grail for Xiao. He treasures it so much that the moment the bell signifies lunch, he’ll dash out of the room in a heartbeat. His friends know better than to disturb him else they receive some icy words. But somehow, much to Venti’s amusement, Xiao let you crash his solace and talk his ears out on days that you feel like doing so. Pretty privileges. Venti thought, before gushing it out with their friend group.

Heizou tried to make him confess that he is head over heels for you. He just finds it so funny how Xiao keeps denying his very obvious crush on you. Come on, he’s pretty sure that he’s not the only one who notice how Xiao’s sharp eyes keeps drifting back to you every time.

“You don’t look at me like how you look at her!”

“No. It’s just that it hurts my eyes when I see you.”

It’s the talk of the group for like a week. How they would see Xiao being such a gentleman when you’re in the room, his patience longer than they’ve ever seen, and more.

“Just admit it lover boy. You simp for (name)” Scaramouche pointed out. A sinister thought playing in his mind.

- “I told you, I don’t. She’s just much tolerable than the rest of our classmates” The questioned man rolled his eyes, not entertaining the idea because even if he does, he’s a hundred and ten percent sure that you’re not in love with him. “Well, if that’s true, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I go after her?” the indigo haired man piped, only to be met by daggers sent through Xiao’s eyes. Eerie silence filled the room until Scara raised his hands in the air, satisfied smirk decorating his lips, “I’m kidding.” (Much like what he had done in this one.)

“Thought so.”

Scaramouche

This man is so obvious it hurts.

And also, he’s extra mean to you. He wants your attention babe, believe me.

“Hah! I can do that better. You suck.”, “What? Speechless because you’re so in love with me?”

No, it’s the other way around and SCARAMOUCHE KNOWS IT.

But like, you don’t believe his attitude towards you because his actions say otherwise.

- “You’re an idiot. Acting so high and mighty while being pathetically weak.” And then he proceeds to help you pick up the books that have fallen from your grasp and took the remaining ones on your arms to carry it himself.

- “Heh. You think he’s gonna like you back by helping him out? No way you’re uglyyy” “I don’t like him idiot. I have to do this, so he’ll pay me nice and good” you rolled your eyes and he sighs in relief.

He’s actually pretty close to you since you’re friends since middle school.

Venti and Heizou will call the two of you an old married couple because of the continues bickering. Of which Scara will return with disgusted look because no, He can’t have it get to him because he will lose you if he does.

But his friends know otherwise. They notice how careful the man when it comes to you, how observant he is when you’re involved, etc. And besides, Venti just feels it.

And Venti turns out right (again) when their group passed by two students who are obviously gushing over you and one of them spot Scara.

- “Just confess to (name)! You wouldn’t know until you try.” One of them says, and Scara’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. “But aren’t they like with that scary dude?” cue Venti and Heizou snickering in the background. This resulted to the two met gazes with them. Their knees tremble at the sight of your bestfriend. His usually playful eyes now dark and looming—and it’s directed at them.

“Yes,” he started menacing look present in his lovely, porcelain face. “they’re taken by the scary dude.”

The two ended up running and Venti and Heizou needs to be intervened by Aether for them to stop laughing.

“Hey scary dude. I thought you didn’t like her?” Venti teased, and Aether just sighed.

“Shut up”

Kaedehara Kazuha

This man is a gentleman you wouldn’t notice anything if you’re not as observant as Heizou.

He smiles so gentle with anyone, he talks with utmost respect, this guy right here is the epitome of prim and proper.

“But he’s always giddy when he’s talking to them” Heizou pointed out to Venti one day, to which the latter ended up agreeing to. Because now that he mentions it, Kazuha really seems so excited talking to you.

His eyes literally sparkles when you’re in the room, and his smiles are wider and brighter than usual when talking to you.

And in addition to that, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA always go out of his way for you.

- “Kazuha?” The man turns to you, a tender smile immediately making its way to decorate his face, “Yes, (name)?”. “I made a (a dish with gourd in it). Would you like some?” And oh, the man will munch on it like it’s his most favorite thing on the whole Teyvat, only it’s not. He hates bitter gourd. But to make you happy? Give it all to him and he’ll eat it with the sweetest smile.

The lad also does everything in his capability to be near you. You need something from the cafeteria? He needs to buy something as well. You suck at this one subject? He’ll offer to teach you. You accidentally have no partner in light stretching for P.E? He, too!

But it seems like this fact hits Venti and Heizou earlier than him, as they can also see clear signs that Kazuha is not aware of his own feelings.

That’s why they took it to their own hands. They must help their friend in need you know! So, they did the most obvious thing one should do,

They asked him.

- “Zuhaa,” Venti piped in as Heizou placed his arms around Kazuha’s shoulder. “We’re wondering, do you perhaps fancy (name)?”. They received a soft chuckle from the lad. A very composed answer left his lips. “(Name) is certainly beautiful and wonderful individual,” he smiles and cleared his throat. Bashful and shy from his words, “But I am afraid I have to say no to you question.” The other two expected this. ALL their friends are like this, Kazuha is not the first one, so they know what to do. “Ohh That’s great!” Venti exclaimed, as if excited at the new found information before turning to Heizou, “You can pursue them then!”

Kazuha’s heart almost stopped at his friends’ words, so Heizou like you? Of course, he does. You’re beautiful and kind and gentle, and more. It’s only natural to like you. But he wants you! And words left his lips before he can keep it shut.

“No, they’re mine!”

Awe, the usually composed and collected Kazuha now red and ashamed of what he has done. The back of his hand failing miserably at trying to hide the red hue that painted his face down to his neck.

The other two looked at the outburst of their friend before erupting into laughter.

“Not if you don’t confess soon enough” Heizou said in between laughs and Kazuha sent him a sharp look. Face still beet red.

“Don’t do that again” he warned the other two, now caught up on their antics.

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lyneira · 1 year

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♡♤ hugging you from behind ♤♡

-> how the genshin men hug you from behind

Suggestive at some parts! (very suggestive at the end)

the playful ones

Itto, Venti, Gorou

These guys will be fun-loving, squeezing your waist and pressing their face against your back as they embrace you tightly from behind. And they won't be letting go of you for a while. They'll be like a leech, the way they'll cling onto your back like that, but to them, they simply see you as their teddybear. After all, you bring them comfort, warmth, and they love you so very much that they simply can't let go. You're presence and holding you tight like this soothes them.

I feel like Itto and Venti would probably even lift you off your feet and spin you around at some point too, so you'd be tossed around like one too lol.

the calm ones

Cyno, Kazuha, Tighnari, Albedo, Thoma

They'll be less hyper about hugging you from behind and will wrap their arms around your waist much more gently in comparison, yet, will also hold you for a long time as well. These guys will be calm and would simply want to enjoy this moment with you in peace, feeling more and more at ease as they observed the way you felt in their arms, engraving the shape and feeling into their skin. A feeling they'd always miss whenever apart from you. They'll likely rest their chin on the top of your head or nuzzle into the crook of your neck, taking deep inhales of your scent, and will sigh out contentedly as it assured him that he was where he belonged- safe and at home with you.

They wanted this time to just intake as much of you as they could.

the intense ones

Diluc, Scaramouche, Kaeya, Xiao

The way they'd hug you would surprise you as it revealed a side of them that they would rarely ever show.

He'd squeeze you tightly, but in a different way compared to the playful ones. It's rather desperate, as if he's afraid that if he were to let go, you would slip from him his fingers. It's a hug that begs you to stay with him, to never abandon him, one that hopes that you love him as deeply as he loves you. He'll probably bury his face into your shoulder, as to hide the pensive look on his face while he fears the thought of ever losing you. He would feel so vulnerable in the moment.

But gently hold his face with your hand, softly tell him to look at you, and he will. His eyes will soften at the sight of your smile and your words of assurance will lighten the weight on his chest, even more so when you turn to embrace him with the same devotion and love behind it.

the sensual ones

Ayato, Baizhu, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Zhongli

When they decide to hug you from behind, they'll be hugging you to tell you much more than "I love you"

They'll pull you in close, keeping you pressed against themselves, bringing their face close to yours and would stare into your eyes with a hazy look, smiling ever so slightly when you begin to blush. They would then slowly let their hands snake around your waist and roam freely up and down your body, sometimes resting on certain areas that he knew would make you heat up, and sometimes even fiddling, massaging, caressing, and rubbing those sensitive spots.

He would do all of this and more as to say, "I want you. I desire you. I adore you. Let me take care of you" because it's already clear that they loved you deeply in the way he would devour your lips and kiss you all over.

the teasing ones

Heizou, Childe, Kaveh

They find this the perfect position to tease you. They would pull you in close, wrapping their arms firmly around your waist and begin whispering sweet-nothings into your ear, lips grazing your ear and his hot breath tickling your skin.

He would feel as your body gets warmer, and would proceed to leave kisses up and down your neck, kissing the spot behind your jaw, your nape, and would leave a trail of kisses down to your shoulder, smiling into your skin as he sees your flustered face.

Bonus:

the sensual + teasing ones

Ayato, Childe, Alhaitham, Baizhu, Zhongli, Diluc

Now this is a dangerous combo. If he's hugging you like this, then that means he really intends to get down and dirty with you. He'll start by bringing your body pressed against his, ensuring that you feel his chest pressing against your back, and most of all feel the pressure of his desire poking at your behind. He'll then whisper into your ear, telling you how much he loves you, asking if you can feel how much he loves you, and telling you all of the things he wants to do to you- Scratch that, telling you all of the things that he will do to you, all while groping and caressing the spots that he knew would get you hot.

I can see them either having you sit on their lap while doing this, or continue standing before eventually bending you over and- well, you know the rest 😏🤭

a/n: I've realized this kinda started off fluffy but the further you read down, the more suggestive it gets LOL

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klemen-tine · 4 months

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For the Greater Good (Platonic! Yandere Batfam x Uncle!MaleReader)

MAJOR WARNING: There is physical harm in this, near the end, please proceed with caution. Non-consensual drugging at the end as well.

Fun fact I learned but felt like I knew, some pain medications can actually make you lose your memories.

Reader is Bruce Wayne's younger brother.

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Crying woke him up. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he sat up with a lot of effort and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. Grabbing his cane, he threw on a robe to protect himself from the chilly air the manor tends to have, and he hobbled out of his room. His leg was still stiff and he cursed at how long it took him to get to the room, but once he did he limped inside and towards the crib.

He smiled down at the crying baby, dressed in the cutest starfish onesie. When crying blue eyes made eye contact with E/C eyes, the crying stopped and instead a smile bloomed on their chubby face. A chuckle escaped the exhausted man, reaching down carefully and picking the small thing up. He put his weight on his good leg and stood there, holding the little being in his arms.

Their cheeks have filled out, creating a plumpness that reminded him of the cream puffs he has tucked away in the freezer, and those sparkling blue eyes were something many people would be jealous about.

“You shouldn’t be up.” He could hear the cape swishing behind the other figure, and the all but silent footsteps that inched their way into the room. A smile bloomed on his own face, mimicking the baby, “Don’t come closer if you’re wearing that bat costume. You’ll give him nightmares.” A chuckle escaped from the other and when exhausted E/C eyes looked up, he was met with the amused blue eyes of his older brother.

Bruce ignored his younger brother’s words, walking closer to peer at his nephew in his brother’s arms. His mask was off, and he only wore the suit and cape. This way his nephew could at least recognize his favorite Uncle’s face. To which the baby did, smiling and laughing when Bruce came into their line of suit.

Y/N smiled, holding them closer and nuzzling his head with his cheek. Bruce watched his nephew flail his arms in that starfish onesie, making it all the more hilarious. His brother chuckled, gently bouncing the baby in his arms to try and soothe them.

“You stink.” Bruce chuckled, “How rude. I just came back from patrol.” Y/N rolled his eyes, “Everyone alright?”

“Yes, everyone is safe. It was an easy night.” Y/N’s shoulders relaxed and Bruce observed how the exhaustion creeped up on his brother. His shoulders sagging and the bags under his eyes looking heavier. His grip on Bruce’s nephew tightened only a little bit, pulling the baby closer.

If Bruce was better at art, it would be this moment he would wish to paint. The moon light streaming in through off-white curtains, over the sage green crib, and on the two bodies in front of him. His younger brother, wearing a black silk robe and his nephew in his starfish onesie being bathed in moonlight. The soft light reflecting off of H/C lock and S/C skin. It is the way that the moonlight casted soft shadows and seemed to only highlight his brother’s features. Blue eyes looked down to his nephew, who was fluttering those large blue eyes of his and trying to fight sleep.

It’d be more beautiful than any other renaissance painting.

His nephew looked so much like Y/N when he was a baby. A memory Bruce holds onto with care. Besides the eye color, which blue was a common trait in Waynes, his nephew could be nearly identical to Y/N as a baby. From the smiles, to the happy laughs, the waking up in the middle of the night just to be held.

It’s most likely what made this image all the more better.

Until Y/N’s face screwed and Bruce watched him shift his weight a bit. Worry taking over his features, he rested a large hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Y/N, you should go to sleep.” Y/N shook his head, “Not yet.”

“Y/N.”

“No, Bruce. Just… just a bit longer.” He wanted to look at what was left of the life he once had. His baby was a reminder of the love he had once felt for another. A love he didn’t know he was capable of feeling, until a few years ago. The very proof of said love, the only thing left was his baby. This cute, innocent, and lovely baby that held Y/N’s heart. Or at least what was left of it.

The Wayne brothers are intimately familiar with how quickly life can be taken away. Their parents’ lives taken by a bullet, and Y/N’s wife taken by a car. Anything could take this young life, and the very thought terrified Y/N. It had him jolting awake in the middle of the night and visiting the nursery whenever he could. His son was always near him, and he only just started letting himself leave the baby with his cousins, Uncle, and Grandfather alone.

His heart always beats anxiously whenever he couldn’t see his son, but Alfred and Bruce assured him that that response was normal. Bruce has been helping get over that hurdle, slowly drawing him further and further away from the room his baby would be in for a longer period of time.

Staring at the now sleeping bundle in his arms, all he wanted was to ingrain his son’s features into his memories. Just in case the grim reaper decided it needed another Wayne. If it does decide that, Y/N prays it’ll take him. He prays that it will leave Bruce and his nephews alone, that it would leave Alfred alone, and most importantly his son.

With help from his brother, he set his son down in the crib, watching the baby stir for only a bit before grabbing Bruce’s outstretched arm. His cane in Bruce’s other hand, and Y/N chuckled. Looping his arm in his brother’s as the older, broader, and irritatingly taller man walked back to his room next door.

“Do you want to take your medicine?” Y/N shook his head, “No. The pain isn’t bad, it was just a twinge.” Bruce nodded, sitting on the edge of bed and watching his brother settle under the thick comforters. He could see the anxiety forming in those eyes, and he knows if he doesn’t quell it now, Y/N will be up again to go see his son.

Taking off his gloves, he gently began to run his fingers through his brother’s hair, softly lulling the other to sleep. Bruce smiled, “It’s okay, Y/N. Everyone will be here in the morning.” A few more minutes later, Y/N was softly snoring, taking deep breaths and his body no longer moving besides the stead rising and falling of his chest.

Bruce shuffled quietly out the door, shutting it without a sound, and making his way back to his own room. No before checking in once more on his nephew. Bruce wasn’t as paranoid as Y/N was, but he did enjoy staring at the baby. Not with haunted looks like Y/N used to have, or the forever ogling gazes his own son’s had when looking at the youngest Wayne.

He gazed upon the baby just how he used to stare at Y/N when he was this small. Waking up in the middle of the night to stare in fascination that a human could be so tiny. When he was younger, Bruce used to climb into the crib with Y/N and sleep next to him. It would be quite the sight in the morning, when either Alfred or his parents found him snuggled next to Y/N.

Bruce is four years older than Y/N, and he took his older sibling role seriously. When they were younger, Bruce always had his hand in Y/N’s. Making sure that the other was never far from him. Which wasn’t hard even if they weren’t holding hands. Y/N has been attached to Bruce from the moment he could walk.

His protectiveness increased ten-fold after that fateful night. A night that robbed the both of them of their parents, and Y/N of his mobility. His hip had been shot due to Bruce pulling him close to him. If Bruce didn’t that bullet would have hit Y/N’s stomach, and Alfred had explained that a limp is a small price when it comes to a life.

Bruce had agreed.

Y/N had never held it over Bruce. He never blamed him, nor has he ever given him a dirty look for it.

The man wanted to ensure that his nephew will never have to go through what Y/N went through. He wanted this baby to grow up with a family already wrapped around those tiny, stubby fingers and he wanted Y/N to know that this family would bend over backwards for them. They would do everything in their powers for the two people that always seemed to be in the middle of everything.

He’s grateful that his nephew inherited Y/N’s looks. From the shape of this eyes down to his nose, everything looked like Y/N.

Nothing like that wretched woman.

His jaw clenched at the thought of her, and he quickly walked around the crib to pull the curtains closed. Cutting out the moonlight that illuminated the room and leaving them in almost complete darkness besides the hallway light from the open door.

He reached down, gently dragging his callused finger across the thin and fragile skin of his nephew’s cheek, who smiled in his sleep. Completely and devastatingly unaware of the mad house around him.

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“What are you doing?” Y/N stared down at Cass and Stephanie that were surrounding his son. The baby’s hair tied up with a small bow, and looked like a radish.

“Dress up,” Cass answered seriously, and Y/N nodded with a stoic face. Gone were the clothes he was dressed in early this morning and instead he was wearing a cute blue dress under a white top with puffed sleeves.

“Why a dress?” Stephani snickered and pulled out a photo from nowhere, and she stood to hand it up to him. He took the photo and he brought his other hand up to rip it.

“No!” Steph snatched it out his hands and Y/N stomped his cane, “Get rid of that! How did you even get that?!” It was a photo of him, as a baby, in girl clothes. Almost the same dress, same shirt, and same hairstyle. In the back was a cheekily grinning Bruce.

“Bruce.” He’s killing him.

“What?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Y/N whipped his glare towards his brother, “Why do you have that photo?!” Bruce blinked at him, took a look at the baby in the room, and then chuckled, “Oh, that photo.”

Y/N hates that his brother knew what photo he was talking about by just looking at his son.

“He’s cute.” Cass held up Y/N’s son, who continued to laugh and Steph whipped out her phone to take a photo. Y/N huffed, “I’m not mad you dressed him up. Bruce, why do you have that photo?!”

His older brother shrugged, “It’s a cute photo.” Y/N’s cheeks burned and Bruce had to stop himself from chuckling, taking advantage of the fact that Y/N needed a hand to hold onto the cane, and he squished his brother’s cheeks with his own hands.

“Bwuush.” Bruce watched those E/C eyes focus on him and fill with annoyance as well as with embarrassment. Those squished cheeks of his were red with a flush and Bruce knows that his baby brother’s nose would be scrunched if he wasn’t currently having his face squished.

The man released Y/N’s cheeks, smiling as he did so. His nephew started laughing and he turned his attention to Steph and Cass who were cooing and taking photos. At least some people were enjoying this.

Y/N sighed, “What other photos do you have of me as baby?” Bruce’s smile turned cryptic smile, walking over to pick up the laughing and smiling baby who squealed in the arms of his Uncle.

“Hey! We weren’t done!” Steph cried out, getting ready to try and snag the baby back, but Bruce cut her off, “It’s lunch time. Alfred is expecting us.”

“Steph, Cass, at least put him back in his regular clothes,” Y/N tried to defend some of his son’s honor, knowing that as an adult the photos will be haunting him. Stephanie grabbed Cass’s hand and ran out of the room, pretending not to hear Y/N calling their names. The man huffed, turning to Bruce who shrugged, “I’m sure everyone will be fine with it.” “I know they will be fine with it. It’s just my poor son is going to be haunted by this story and these pictures.” Bruce chuckled, moving his nephew to sit in one arm, while his other hand rested on Y/N’s back. He gently guided Y/N to the dining room, listening to his brother complain about how this whole family was just filled with people who do what they want when they want.

He was halfway through it when they heard running steps followed by a “Stop running!” Dick’s blue eyes locked on the three of him and his face looking feverish, “So they didn’t take him out of it!” Cheers were heard and Y/N swears that one day he’s going to club all of them. His oldest nephew walked over, his smile large as he took in his cute cousin who was babbling away and looking unbothered.

“Uncle, he really does look like you in that photo.”

“How do you know of that photo?!” Dick picked up his cousin from Bruce’s arms, and cooed at the chubby baby. Said baby squealed and gushed at the sight of Dick, raising his little hands and pawing at Dick’s cheeks and nose. It had Dick making a sqwauking sound and nuzzled his nose into those plump cheeks.

He motioned for the two other adults to follow him, “Alfred made lasgana, caesar salad, and some bread loafs.” Y/N can already picture the mess his son will make and that poor dress of his is going to ruined.

“Before he naps he’s going to need a bath,” He reminded Dick, who nodded, “Of course! Can’t have a dirty baby going to sleep dirty, now can we?” His hands held both sides of his cousin and he held him in the air as he wiggled him a bit, eliciting a cry of delight.

The walk to the dining room was filled with Dick asking his Uncle questions and Bruce walking besides the limping man. Both of their attention on him as he answered Dick truthfully.

“You guys are terrible,” Jason grumbled once he saw his cousin’s state, but it lacked any bite and he was holding back a smile. Stephanie cackled while Dick set the youngest Wayne in his high chair.

“Master Y/N, I can feed the Young Master while you eat.” Y/N smiled at Alfred, “Are you sure? I don’t mind feeding him, Alfred.” The Butler huffed, “Of course. It is not a hard job to do.” It was something everyone was grateful for. The youngest Wayne was not, by any means, a picky eater. He was a joy to feed and oftentimes Y/N’s nieces and nephews fought over who could feed him. Although, everyone could admit that Alfred is the best when it comes to making sure that their cousin’s food ends up more in his mouth than on the tray.

Smiling, Y/N and the rest of the Waynes dug into the italian-themed meal.

Damian watched his Uncle eat from his peripheral vision. He took into account how much food he was eating and how much just spread throughout his plate to look like he ate some. When he had first moved in after the accident, it was a common thing to witness. Their once gluttonous Uncle, because Y/N could and does eat a lot, was barely taking any bites of the meals.

The first month was hard on almost everybody. His Uncle always looked paranoid and he had his son sleeping in the same room as him. Damian understood that his Uncle was grieving and grief takes time. Even now, he could still see the signs of sadness in those E/C irises as he stared and took in everybody. Almost like it would be his last chance to do so.

It is that look that puts everyone on high alert around him. Monitoring and excessively checking on him just how he does to his son.

What Uncle Y/N doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

After an eventful lunch, it was Uncle Y/N who ended up taking his son to go put down for a nap, balancing the baby in one arm and using the cane in the other, he masterfully evaded everyones’ hand to help and limped through the manor.

Damian was the one to pull out his phone and watch the feed of his Uncle making it too his room with the baby still in his arms. Masterfully opening and keeping the door open until the both of them were in the room.

“He made it.”

“Good.” Call them cautious and they will agree. How could they not be? Y/N has had a tremendous impact on nearly all of their lives in some shape or form. His patience, kindness, and genuine happiness of just being alive was infectious and capable of attracting even the haughtiest of people.

He was too good for someone like her. Someone who was so impatient, deceitful, and not worthy of Y/N’s attention. Let alone hand in marriage.

When Y/N had first introduced her, everyone banked on it not lasting. It is why they did nothing to stop the continuation of the relationship. A simple fling. Only for two years later they would be married. It was only the revelation that she was pregnant that halted the plans for a bit.

Seeing Y/N as happy and excited as he was was enough to stave off the anger. Bruce’s grip became more possessive, Dick’s hugs became tighter, Jason’s bookstore trip became more frequent, Tim’s help in learning how to run Wayne Enterprise more demanding, Stephanie’s and Cass need to go shopping became longer, Duke’s need to understand his metahuman abilities became more intense, and Damian’s desire for his blood-Uncle’s attention all the more prominent.

Everyone all of a sudden needed something from Y/N more than before.

Then when the baby was born, all of the Wayne’s were present, including those who didn’t fall under Bruce Wayne’s legal care. All of them waiting for Y/N and his son.

Tim can recall his first time holding the baby, and how small he was. He had been terrified that he was going to break them, but Y/N’s careful guidance and soft instructions, that fear turned into admiration. To think, something this small could be this breathtaking.

His blue, exhausted and surrounded by bags from the lack of sleep, looked up and sure enough, Y/N was staring at him and Tim’s new cousin with so much love. Those delicate hands, hands that Bruce dirtied his for so they would stay clean, held his forearms in a gentle grip as he helped Tim find the right bounce to ensure that the newborn stayed asleep.

Tim quickly obtained that hospital video and saved it on the Batcomputer for everyone to remember the first time they held their cousin.

There had been a huge argument after that. How long should they wait for their plan to be put into action?

A lot of them wanted it to happen while their cousin was still a baby, unable to remember that woman’s face because she doesn’t matter. Only they did. Only Y/N did. Their cousin only needed to remember his father, Uncle, Grandfather, and cousins.

That was it.

But how young should they do it? Surely before any core memories were made right? Because then Y/N would only be hurt more. However, if they did it to young the stress might be too much for Y/N.

The first month after the accident was horrid. Y/N rarely got any sleep, and when he gory nightmares haunted him. The car was not supposed to crash in front of him, but by the time anyone made that realization it was already too late. The black car was completely crushed, and up in flames while Y/N could only hold their son and watch. Bruce was next to him, and he had caught his brother before his knees could hit the concrete.

It was a horrible day for multiple parties, and the aftermath was just as bad. Y/N couldn;t even handle the funeral proceedings, to which Bruce and shockingly (and funny enough) Jason handled. The second oldest nephew responding to every whim and whimsey his Uncle had, doing everything in his power to make the pain lessen.

Anything in the powers. Sometimes that meant anti-depressants and bumping up Y/N’s pain relievers.

A loopy Y/N was a calm Y/N, and a calm Y/N meant a well-rested Y/N. Sometimes he would rarely leave the bed, trusting on someone to take care of his son. To which they all happily jumped on the chance to do. He’s been weening off of the pain medication, choosing to once again deal with small pain in his hip, but he stayed on the anti-depressants.

That is the one pill everyone made sure he took. He needed them. Just how he needs this family. All he needs is this family.

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“What did you do, Bruce?” Bruce had to stop himself from cursing at his luck and at the boys for also not nooticing. All five of them in this room and none of them heard Y/N enter? Of course he enters when a comment was made about make someone disappear just like Y/N’s wife. They wouldn’t have a hand in it, because they don’t kill, but is it a murder if one of them lets it slip what type of car she drove to the man she screwed over the most?

It’s not their fault that her ex worked at the mechanic shop they frequented. It isn’t their fault that Tim accidentally said somethin about the car being his Aunt’s, because how was he supposed to knoow that the mechanic he was talking to was her crazy-ex? It’s not his fault. It’s not any of their fault, because she didn’t say anything about this.

She lied, repeatedly over and over again to Y/N’s and everyone’s faces. Only, she lied to a house full of detectives, a former soldier Butler, and a man whose happiness was at the forefront of everyone’s reasoning.

“Y/N-”

“What did you do?!” Terrified E/C eyes stared at Bruce’s rigid form. The older man did not intend for his younger brother to hear those words, and he didn’t like that all the blame was being pinned on him. It was a group effort.

One they all happily took part in.

Dick raised his hands, as if he could ease the tension, “Uncle, c’mon there might be a misunderstanding.” Vibrant E/C eyes, swirling with pain and rage, flickered to him and effectively shut him up for a bit. Jason, for once, chose to remain silent at the sight of conflict while Tim thought the paintings in the library looked interesting. Damian, like his father and oldest brother, was looking at him.

Y/N could feel his heart beating faster and his head hurting. He didn’t want to believe it. How could he? His brother, the nephews he loves, and the nieces he adores, all conspired to kill his wife?

Who… No, why? The question was written across his face and Bruce took it upon himself to clear the air. He motioned for the others to get out, which they did with no complaint. Dick sending him a guilty look, Jason not meeting his eyes, Tim and Damian sending an apologetic look before disappearing.

The heavy doors of the office shut behind them and Y/N clenched his jaw. Bruce and him maintained eye contact, staring each other down.

“It was a choice made by the Family.”

“The hell is this? A mob?” Bruce stared into Y/N’s enraged eyes, and he sighed, “Y/N, I know this hurts but it is for the best.”

“The best? The best for who?! Not for me! Not for my son! Not for your nephew!”

“You don’t know that!”

“And you do?! What are you clairvoyant now?!”

“She wasn’t good enough for you, Y/N.”

“Who are you to decide that?” Y/N hissed out, glaring at him with all the rage and resentment in his body. The past three years of the family getting together, photos, smiles, all of it now burning in flames and he was choking on the smoke and ashes.

How long had they been planning this?

“Y/N-”

“Don’t ‘Y/N’ me! Bruce, what the hell?!” It terrified him. His brother, the one he trusts most, and he just threw all of that back into his face.

If Bruce could do that to someone Y/N loves, what's stopping Bruce from hurting him? Y/N’s eyes widened. What’s stopping Bruce from hurting his son?

The boys walked out.

His head whipped to the door, and was about to start making his way out to the nursery, but Bruce had grabbed his arm, kicking the cane from his grip and making Y/N rely on Bruce’s weight to keep standing.

“Bruce, I swear to God, don’t you dare-”

“My nephew will not be touched in any malicious way, if that is what you are so worried about.” Y/N snarled at him, trying to get out of his iron grip.

“I don’t believe you.” Bruce nodded, “You don’t have to. Can’t you trust that your nephews won’t hurt him?”

“No. How can I trust the murderers of my wife?” Bruce’s expression changed, and the hold on his arm tightened. Y/N’s teeth clenched, “How could you do that? I trusted you! I fucking trusted you and you go and…” The weight of the situation fell on his shoulders and Y/N would have crumbled if it weren’t for Bruce holding him up. Tears leaked from his eyes like they were faucets and his chest started aching.

Bruce kissed the side of his head, and where he kissed felt like it burned. Like the heat of the fire on the day that car crashed with his wife in it.

“I know. I know it hurts but it’ll get better Y/N.”

“Don’t talk to me about something getting better when you’re the cause of it.” Bruce lowered them to the floor, making sure that Y/N was still out of reach of his cane. Y/N wanted to throw a punch, an elbow, or something to vent all the anger and pain he has in his body. However, the grip Bruce has around his arms keeps them pinned to his sides and it’s not like Y/N had the strongest legs. If they were to get into it, it would be literal boulder versus a twig.

Bruce has always been the bigger one between then, even before Batman. Bruce had inherited Thomas Wayne’s imposing figure, while Y/N had Martha’s thinner one. His brother had been his rock, just how he had been Bruce’s now he wonders if Bruce was the heavy ball at the end of the chain. His nieces and nephews the chains, his son his collar, and the manor the cage.

Y/N felt as if the reality around him was crumbling and he couldn’t even pick the pieces up. He choked down a sob, “How long have you been planning this?”

“The accident or having you here?”

“All of it.” Bruce rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, “You were supposed to stay here in the manor. The very thought of someone being more important than me, than Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Alfred, all of them, it is so infuriating and terrifying.

“Because I was scared that one day you would leave me, alone in this manor with only the walls to talk to and the mirrors for company.” Y/N glared at him through his tears, “You’re lack of faith in me is astounding.” He would never have left Bruce, because they are all they had left of their family.

Not to mention, Bruce has the boys and girls for company. He wouldn’t have been alone. There’s Alfred and Y/N would have visited.

“I know its not an excuse, but dammit Y/N, it’s so terrifying.” Y/N tried to still his beatin heart, pumping his blood throuoghout his body and making him want to run. He wants to leave. He really, really, wants to leave. Y/N wants to pick his baby up and run.

“Do you know why I am telling you this?” Bruce’s grip loosened and Y/N waited until those arms removed themselves from around him and he lunged for his cane. Only for a large handd to wrap around the ankle of his bad leg and pulled. Dragging him away from the cane and causing Y/N to shout in pain.

He stared up at his older brother in fear, his leg still in Bruce’s iroon grip. Y/N wonders if this is what criminals see when looking at Batman.

“Because you’re not going to remember it.” His foot stomped on Y/N’s hip and there was a sickening crack and white flashed behind his eyelids. The scream he released sounded foreign to his own ears, and the tears now became ones of physical pain rather than emotional.

He started coughing from the amount of screaming and crying, and Bruce continued to look down at him. His eyes full of sorrow, but also acceptance. He was looking at Y/N similar to a parent getting ready to discipline their kid. Not wanting to but needing too.

Bruce released Y/N’s leg, eliciting another cry and he widened his eyes when he saw Bruce raise his foot again, “Wa-wait, Bruce–”

“It’s not believable if you only have a break in your hip.” There was another crunch and Y/N’s not even sure what broke but the scream he released was silent. The pain was excruciating and the questions searing into his brain. Who is he trying to make believe and believe what?

“You of course.” Bruce stared at his brother on the floor, and he knows Y/N’s screams and crying are going to haunt him but it is for the better. Y/N’s watery E/C eyes stared at him in fear and pain, tears rushing down his blotchy face and confusion across his face.

“Poor Y/N, you fell and broke your leg. So now you have to go back on your pain meds and now bedridden for a while.” Fear coursed through Y/N’s veins and although he knew it was futile he tried to crawl. His older brother watched, before walking behind his desk and rummaging through the drawers. Y/N wasn’t even close to the door when Bruce stood over him, and gently flipped him over.

Y/N screamed, trying to get away from his brother, but with one leg out of commission and his one arm now pinned to his side, it was a futile struggle.

“Get away! NO! I hate you! I absolutely fucking hate you.” Bruce held a pill in his hand, and in his mouth between his teeth was a water bottle. Y/N clammed up, biting his lips to keep them closed as Bruce came in closer with a pill. He wanted to knock it out of the other’s hand, but before he could even do that, Bruce’s knee rested on his broken hip and Y/N cried out in pain. His brother was quick in shoving the pill in his mouth, covering the orifice, and opening the bottle with the other arms that were pinning Y/N’s arm. He all but waterboarded Y/N with it, washing the pill down.

Afterwards, he held Y/N and slowly rocked back and forth in a mocking show of comfort. Y/N hit him, bit, and tried to shove him off. His cursing and shouting fell on deaf ears and the drug was beginning to take effect. His limbs became heavier and eyelids stayed closed longer.

“Shh Y/N, just sleep. It’ll be better in the morning.” Feeling one last bit of defiance, Y/N glared at his brother, “Tell me how you can kill my wife, but are unable to kill the Joker?” His eyes were closed by the end of the sentence, unable to see his brother’s reaction, but he heard the tight, “Good night, Y/N.”

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Crying woke him up. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he tried too sit up but realized in confusion that his leg was casted and his head was incredibly foggy. A sound of discontent left him, but then there was a shuffling in the room and the crying stopped. In his blurry vision he saw Dick holding his son and Tim gazing at him softly.

“What…”

“You fell, Uncle. You broke your hip and shin and your cane unfortunately broke as well,” Tim informed as clinically as he could, holding his Uncle’s hand and staring into the hazy eyes.

“We had to give you a higher dosage of pain medication, and you’ll need to stay on them for a bit.” Y/N nodded in understanding, his attention returning to his gurgling son and smiling Dick, “It was terrifying Uncle, seeing you laying there like that. It’s a good thing Bruce and Timmy found you. Can’t imagine how bad it would have been if you were on your own.”

Y/N blinked, the situation dawning on him, “Yeah, that…that would be bad. Sorry Timmy, you had to see me in a traumatic state.” Tim shook his head, “No, I’m happy we found you when we did. I’m sorry that we didn’t get there sooner.” Y/N smiled, moving his arm to gently cup Tim’s cheek. It took all the effort in him to even make it that short distance, but Tim rested his own hand against the back of Y/N’s, nuzzling his cheek further into Y/N’s palm.

“Sleep Uncle, we’ll all be here when you wake up,” Dick encouraged, sitting next to Tim and bouncing his cousin. Y/N chuckled, “Okay. Please watch–”

“We will Uncle. Now, please rest. You and our cousin will be safe, I promise.” Y/N made a small hum before shutting his eyes once more, dreaming of when he and Bruce used to play in their mother’s garden.

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Very Dark on this one. Was not the intention at all, but that's how it happened....

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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 10)

*Series taglist is closed.

angst, fluff, smut

Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.

Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6 > Part 7 > Part 8 > Part 9 > Part 10 > Part 11

General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property (Minors DNI, 18+ content)

Specific Warnings: slight themes of prejudice/ignorance (against wolf hybrids), some jealousy, brief mention of mxm smut

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It’s the next night when the hybrids notice the change between you and Yoongi—with wound care being devoid of your fierce gazes and cold, one-word responses. Your gaze is warm now, and so are your words. The two of you work on your respective hybrids in harmony, occasionally asking the other to hand over new gauze or antibiotics.

Jin tilts his head to give better access to his neck, heart rate picking up as Yoongi’s fingers delicately graze his skin. His hands are cold, but Jin finds himself leaning into the touches regardless.

“The wounds look a little better now.” Yoongi softly comments, more an observation to himself than any attempt at conversation. Jin just nods, focusing on not flinching as the ointment stings. The man applying the cream mutters a “sorry” under his breath, trying to get this part over with quick. He’s firm when wrapping the gauze, and Jin can’t help but stare at the fingers maneuvering around his neck—slender and pretty. The oldest wolf gulps, catching himself before his mind starts listing off every other thing pretty about Min Yoongi.

The mood is entirely different when Yoongi gets to Jungkook; the wolf backs away instantly, eyes narrowing in distrust.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. Yoongi and I are fine now.”

It’s not lost on you the way most of them sigh in relief, glad to no longer be caught up in the middle of a cold war.

“Woo! We can finally put the pact to rest.” Taehyung smiles wide.

“Pact?”

“Yeah. We made a pact that we would ice Yoongi out until the two of you made up. It was kind of hard since…you know…we all live here. But we’re loyal,” Taehyung puffs out his chest in pride, “so we all stuck by it.”

Yoongi’s eyes dart to Jin, amused at the way the hybrid shyly ducks his head down. A pact sounded like serious business. No wonder he was anxious about them finding out about that night. Yoongi can’t help but find the shy guilt on Jin’s features adorable.

Just reading together made him such a mess. Why is that kind of cute?

A smile almost peeks its way through the man’s features, but the moment is interrupted by Jungkook’s annoyed tone.

“It’s not about the pact or whatever you two have going on. I just don’t like him.”

The room is pin-drop silent, with you looking the most taken-aback. His voice is coarse and unfriendly, as if it belongs to some new person entirely. It takes you a second before you can figure out what to say.

“Jungkook, Yoongi hasn’t done anything wrong towards you," you proceed tentatively, "You’re being rude. Please apologize.”

The wolf simply rolls his eyes, “I can’t help who I like and don’t like y/n. I’m gonna go get ready for bed. Jimin hyung can replace my bandages later.” He leaves no room for argument.

The rest of the wolves share a knowing look while watching him walk off, but you’re completely in the dark.

“What was that all about? Jungkook’s never acted out like that…is he not feeling okay?”

Namjoon nervously clears his throat, “This is him feeling okay. Jungkook’s never dealt well with people outside of the pack. The hormones wearing off has him putting his guard up again.”

Oh.

“So this is him going back to his usual self?”

They nod, “We’ll get him under control. Don’t worry.”

It had never occurred to you that Jungkook’s real personality would be that much different from him on the hormones. It seems as if you’ve been too naïve.

Namjoon can read your thoughts like an open book, trying his best to find the right words to ease your worries, “Relax. Jungkook’s a bit difficult to win over, but it’s not impossible. He’s still a sweetheart once he lets you in—really lets you in, without the drugs making him.”

You nod, unable to hide your disappointment at the prospect of starting over. As glad as you are that those wretched drugs are losing their hold, it’s not exactly fun to hear you’ll soon be back to zero progress with him. Right now it’s just Yoongi he doesn’t like, but it can’t be that long until those narrow eyes are pointed at you.

“And the rest of you…will it be like that for everyone?” It’s a question you don’t really want to ask, but it’s better to be prepared for the worst-case scenario. Will they all turn into strangers in a few days? If they do start seeing you as a stranger—or worse, an enemy—then how long until things get bloody?

Namjoon scoots over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We all have things different about us off the hormones, but Jungkook is the only one who can get a bit wild. He’s definitely the most different. I can reign him in, though, so don’t worry. We’re not going to be a danger to you.”

Yoongi looks at where you and Namjoon connect with an irked expression, not fond of how close the wolf is sitting.

“How can you guarantee that?” He speaks up, tone borderline challenging, “Just taking your word for it isn’t good enough when we’re talking about y/n’s safety. You’re wolves, after all.”

There it was. Four simple words that had every hybrid shifting uncomfortably.

You’re wolves after all. A statement jam-packed with prejudices they were all too familiar with. They were wolves, so of course they were aggressive and barbaric. Of course.

Namjoon meets the man’s stare, but his own is far more calm. A good Alpha knows when it’s beneficial to pick a fight and when it isn’t, and provoking Yoongi isn’t going to do anyone any good right now. It’s best to deal with reason.

“As many stereotypes as there are about us, wolves do not simply kill or maim for fun. We are not the bloodthirsty monsters all your books and TV shows make us out to be. Hell, even a full-wolf’s response to seeing a human is to retreat. The only reason we would ever be hostile is if you pose a threat, and it’s no secret what kinds of cruel things hybrid owners usually do with wolves.”

Jin nods in the back, adding his own two-cents in, “It’s not fair that we keep getting this bad reputation. I don’t even know why we’re stuck with it—I mean, hyena hybrids are right there! They literally claw faces off the second they see you guys, but no, let’s make the wolves the bad guys in every children’s tale.”

Yoongi backs down at seeing the frustration on Jin’s face, suddenly feeling apologetic for his statement.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay. We’re used to it.”

Yoongi’s about to speak again, but you interrupt before he digs this hole any further, “Yoongi’s just being overly cautious for my sake, please don’t take it to heart. I have no doubt that humans have done plenty of wrong to your kind, and I’m sorry that’s how things are. As long as you’re with me, I’m going to go off of what I see, not what anyone else tells me. And so far, what I see are wonderful wolves who have done no harm to me. Namjoon, you seem confident that you can keep Jungkook calm, and I’m going to trust you on that.”

Again, Namjoon’s face lights up at the mention of trust.

“Thank you, y/n. We won’t let you down.”

You smile, getting ready to leave. Yoongi follows, hanging on at the doorframe for a second longer to lock his gaze with Jin’s.

“I didn’t mean to be ignorant. I’m sorry.” And with that, he leaves.

Jungkook comes out from the bathroom moments after, still very much in an irritated mood.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks, treading carefully.

“She took his side over mine.”

“Oh Koo, I don’t think she was trying to take sides.”

“She wanted me to apologize. Why should I apologize? If I don’t like him then I don’t like him.”

Hoseok sighs, motioning for the youngest wolf to sit in between his legs. Jungkook nestles between his hyung’s thighs, back resting against Hoseok’s chest as his arms come to hug his middle, careful not to touch where Tae's claw marks are. Hoseok plants a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek, trying to dull his displeased scent.

Jimin attempts to pick up the conversation when it’s clear Hoseok doesn’t know how.

“Baby, we know how you get around others, but y/n doesn’t. You caught her by surprise.”

“But you guys never make me apologize. You always take my side.”

“That’s because we’re your pack, Koo. Of course we’ll always take your side.”

The words feel like cold water being poured on him, jolting enough to get his thoughts straightened out.

You’re not part of his pack.

He doesn’t know why he fell into a sense of comfort with you…probably the hormones. But you’re not his packmate. And, as Jimin implied, you have no obligation to take his side—and he has no obligation to take yours either.

___

Jungkook doesn’t talk to you at breakfast. Nor at lunch. You don’t attempt to speak to him either—having a feeling that forcing unwanted interaction is just going to push him away. The plan is to wait until he lets you in. It sounds easy, but it’s not. All you want to do is ruffle his soft brown hair and ask him to recap the newest K-drama he’s watching, but you can’t. You watch with longing as he leans into Namjoon’s touch without a moment of hesitation, brown eyes shining up at his Alpha.

I just have to be patient. He’ll come around.

You don’t know if you’re being naïve again, but wishful thinking is all you have going for you.

On the bright side, you and Yoongi are in a good place, and you don’t feel like you’re walking on needles every time you text for an office update. It’s late afternoon when your phone rings, with his name popping up on the screen.

“Hey. How did the 1pm meeting go? Is Rollie all good?”

“Everything went perfectly. We’re good to proceed with funds for Rollie.”

“Thank god. We could not afford to delay that any longer. I’m glad Minhyun got it done swiftly.”

“He only got it done this quick because someone spent her vacation days camping in their financial statements instead of actually enjoying time off.”

“Well, whoever did that sounds like she’s very efficient.”

Yoongi laughs, shaking his head at his desk.

“Any other updates I should know about?”

“There is one thing: Gong Ha-Jun came by earlier today, looking extremely out of it. He kept telling me to tell you he’s sorry and that he really needs this job. I had to rush to my next meeting before I could figure out what that was all about. Do you have any clue?”

“His wife must’ve come clean.”

Yoongi scrunches his brows in confusion, trying to keep up, “Wife?”

“Yeah. You know the art store incident I told you about?”

“With the lady threatening Hybrid Control?”

“Yeah. The lady is Ha-Jun’s wife. I was surprised he didn’t come begging the second after it happened, but it seems it took her a while to tell him. I’ll be processing his termination papers soon, so you won’t have to worry about him bugging you much longer.”

Incredulity replaces confusion as Yoongi scrambles to have you rethink, “Wait, let’s hold on a second. You said you’d try to be more understanding at work.”

“I am being more understanding. I’m quietly processing the papers instead of firing him in front of the whole office like I want to.”

He thinks over his words very carefully, knowing he has to convey his points without threatening your ego.

“Y/n, this isn’t reasonable. What his wife did was out of line, but Ha-Jun is an outstanding employee. He’s even up for a promotion in his department.”

You let out a dry laugh.

“Like hell he is. Promoting an employee after his wife tried to humiliate and practically extort money from me…yeah that sounds like a good precedent to set.”

Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation, now leaning fully forward with elbows propped up.

“Ha-Jun’s worked here for fifteen years, and he has one of the highest success rates for bids. Do you know how many times Choi was trying to get him in on shady deals behind your back? But he always declined. If you go through with firing him, then you’re losing someone honest and competent. It’s only going to hurt you in the long run, y/n.”

“But if I let it go—”

“If you let it go, he’s going to be incredibly grateful, work harder, and be even more loyal to you.”

There’s a moment of silence as you gather your thoughts.

“Please, can we at least try it this way?”

You sigh, unable to say no when it’s Yoongi asking so earnestly.

“Okay. I won’t fire him. But tell him his wife has to submit a written apology. That’s not unreasonable.”

“I’ll tell him. You won’t regret this.”

You’re skeptical, but you decide to believe him—because it’s him.

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“I’m surprised every time I peek in here. It’s coming along wonderfully Tae.”

Taehyung turns around to see you at the door, eyes transfixed on the canvas. Not much has been done, only the hair so far, but the part that is finished looks as if it’s a photograph. You genuinely can’t comprehend the level of skill it must take. You’ve collected many oil paintings in your life, in the form of either gifts or through charity auctions, but rarely have you stopped to think about the hours of work and dedication it takes to create one. They’ve always been pretty decorations to spice up a part of the estate—but now, seeing the love Taehyung pours into each brushstroke has you finding a newfound appreciation for the craft.

“You think so?”

“You’re practically a modern day Van Gogh.”

His boxy grin makes an appearance at the compliment, but it’s short-lived as another figure comes up behind you.

You jump up at the feeling of another body.

“Jimin! Don’t sneak up on me!” You chide, playfully smacking his arm.

He laughs before letting his head rest on your shoulder, eyes trailing to Taehyung and his art.

“That looks incredible.”

Taehyung’s face visibly drops as he mutters an indifferent thank you before turning around to immerse himself back into painting.

You look back and forth, “Did something happen with you two?” It’s a whisper, only meant for Jimin’s ears. Neither of you know that Taehyung’s dialed into his hybrid hearing as well, paranoid that Jimin might say something to undermine the younger wolf.

“No, we’re fine.”

You cock up a brow, not buying it, “Then why did he ignore you?”

“He’s just in the zone right now.”

You want to prod further but decide to back off, “Well, I’m gonna go make dinner.”

“I’ll help!”

“Jin’s already helping. You should stay here, keep Tae company.”

Both hybrids know the implications of your words.

Talk to each other and figure things out.

You push Jimin into the room before closing the door, mouthing an encouraging “you got this” on the way out.

He awkwardly hovers behind his busy packmate, trying to find his voice.

“What did I do, Tae? What did I do so wrong that you can’t even look at me anymore?” His voice cracks midway, unpleasant emotions stirring up in the pit of his stomach.

Taehyung puts the brush down, fearing that his hands will start shaking if he tries to paint while having this conversation. He still doesn’t look back, though.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. How could you? You never do anything wrong. You’re so fucking perfect that it has to be me who’s always wrong, right?”

“Tae, baby—”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Those days are behind us Taehyung. The lab, being compared to each other, that fucking scoreboard…it’s all in the past. We don’t have to live like that anymore.”

The mention of the scoreboard only adds kindling to the fiery rage inside of Taehyung, making him turn around at last.

“The scoreboard where you always ranked first or second? Very easy for you to say. Do you know what it feels like to see your name last place every single week? The fear of the punishment that comes after…watching those researchers laugh and draw what torture method to use out of a fucking hat…it was their favorite part of the week. But it was never a problem for you, huh?”

Hot tears trail down Taehyung’s face, and Jimin’s eyes are ready to spill at any moment.

“I was just trying to survive! We were all drugged up and out of our minds in there! Why does it seem like you’re only mad at me?!”

“Because you were supposed to be my best friend! And now I can’t look at you without thinking about every time you were spared and I wasn’t. You wanna know what my nightmare was about, Jimin? It was about you—you laughing away as they did whatever cruel thing they wanted to me.”

The air leaves Jimin’s lungs, feeling as if the room could collapse on him at any moment. How could things ever get this bad? His beloved packmate, his best friend, having nightmares of him? His tears don’t hold themselves back anymore.

“I-I never laughed. You know that.”

“Doesn’t matter. You were probably laughing in your head. Bet it was so funny, right? Seeing the most useless member of the pack mess up over and over again.”

Jimin wishes he could get his words out without sputtering, but it’s impossible when the tears won’t stop. “Taehyung…baby…I h-have never t-thought of you as useless.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s not a lie! You’re the most precious person in the world to me! How could I ever think of you as useless when I can’t survive a day without you? It’s only you thinking of yourself that way Taehyung. You’re my everything.”

Jimin dares to step closer, needing to feel any hint of closeness to the younger wolf. Taehyung doesn’t say anything back, sobbing into his hands. He hates that he craves the closeness too. Hates that he’s been craving it for months. Because even in between those nightmares and twisted perceptions, there’s still the good memories. Memories of putting salt in Namjoon’s drink to rebel against him, or replacing Hobi’s shaving cream with whipped cream, or any other one of countless pranks they’d pull on the rest. There’s also other types of memories, of being tangled up in the between the sheets exchanging “I love yous” and forgetting anything outside of the two of them existed. It’s a war within his mind, tugging him back and forth between which Jimin to believe is the real one.

“Tae please…the lab has taken so much away from us already…don’t let it ruin me and you forever.”

The gravity of his words sink down on Taehyung’s shoulders—the prospect of losing his bond with Jimin forever. This Jimin, who seems real and tangible and not the warped one in his nightmare. It’s Taehyung that reaches out this time, head falling onto Jimin’s shoulder as his sobs get more intense. Jimin holds the boy tight, fearing that he’ll slip away any second.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.”

“I just-I just always feel like I’m not good enough. For this pack. For you. I hate feeling like this all the time. I’m so exhausted Jimin.”

“You’re more than good enough. You don’t need to prove anything for our love. We love you because you’re ours. That’s all you ever need to be—not perfect, just ours.”

___

No one comments on Taehyung and Jimin’s equally puffy eyes during dinner, but everyone does notice them finally sitting next to each other. Namjoon glances over, smiling at the way the two caretaker hybrids have joined hands under the table.

It’s Jimin’s signature trait when reconciling with a packmate—clinging onto them to make up for all the time they’ve been distant. No one else in the pack relies on physical touch quite as much as Jimin, and even now he’s acting as if letting go of the boy’s hand for one second will result in disaster. Taehyung looks a little shy. A little embarrassed at giving in so easily. But he indulges Jimin, nonetheless.

While Namjoon tries to be discreet in his joy, Hoseok has a completely different approach.

“Joonie look! Our pups made up!” He beams with excitement, causing Taehyung to cough into his cup mid-sip.

“Hyung, you’re embarrassing them!”

“I don’t care. Look at them! They’re holding hands!”

Taehyung would be running out the room right now if not for the fact that Hoseok was actually laughing. It’s the first time they’ve heard that laugh in a while now, and the first time you’ve heard it all. You think it might be your new favorite sound.

Taehyung smiles wide, playing into whatever his hyung wants him to, “Hobi hyung, quit teasing!”

“~I won’t. You can’t make me.~” He sing-songs, oblivious to the heart eyes everyone’s shooting at him.

___

Yoongi walks in at around eleven-thirty, the wears of a long workday evident on his face. He’s kicking off his shoes when you enter, wine glass in hand.

“Thought you could use this.”

He thankfully takes the glass, letting the Cabernet Sauvignon hit his nose before taking a much needed sip.

“You’d make a lovely assistant” he quips, grinning at the way you scoff.

“Yeah yeah, drink up boss. I know you had dinner at the office, but there’s leftover pasta if you’re still hungry. Jin was pretty adamant about leaving some for you.”

Yoongi’s heart swells at that.

“He did? Even after what I said yesterday?”

“We all talked about it at dinner, and they understand you were just being protective of me. They aren’t holding it against you—except for Jungkook who had daggers in his eyes when he found out. But he’s not on nice terms with me either sooo…”

“He’s shut you out completely?”

You nod and Yoongi gives you a sympathetic look.

The two of you make your way to the kitchen, where he wastes no time to dig into the pasta, eyes automatically closing the second the rich flavors hit his tongue. You use the time to pour yourself some wine as well, opting for a white option instead of the Sauvignon.

“Damn, Jin can cook.”

“You should have seen in him in the kitchen today, the hormones wearing off has him turning into some kind of Gordon Ramsey clone. He was making snarky comments about literally everything I was doing! I couldn’t hold a knife for two seconds without him telling me I’m doing it all wrong!”

Yoongi throws his head back in laughter, imagining the scene play out in his head.

“Fuck, can’t believe I missed that for paperwork.”

“You’ll see it soon. I have no doubt it’s about to be a common occurrence in this house.” You join in on the laughter.

Yoongi indulges in the delicious alfredo while you catch him up on what’s happened. It’s not long before you’re each finishing up your second glass of wine, feeling a familiar low buzz.

“I’m glad Jimin and Taehyung made up” he comments in between sips.

“You and me both. I can’t imagine all the pain they share. I feel like even hell itself wouldn’t be as cruel as that lab.”

“I think the devil looks up to Kang as inspiration.”

“A-fucking-men to that.” you raise your glass and clink it to his, “On a much lighter note, my mom called today about another marriage proposal.”

“How long before you hung up the phone?”

“Three minutes.”

“Ooh, a new record. Which chaebol was it this time?”

“Jun Hee-Chul.”

Yoongi’s eyes go wide,

“The heir of Jun Tech? The same guy who’s HoloPad venture you shut down?”

“Yup, hilarious right? They’re trying to marry me off to placate Jun Tech and keep the business they bring.”

“And this Hee-Chul guy, he’s not pissed off at you?”

“Nope,” you roll your eyes, “apparently he’s had his sight set on me for a while. Says I’m his ideal type…that he likes a challenge. He’s been married once before fyi, had the girl running out the door the second he told her to be a full-time housewife.”

Yoongi cringes at that, just like you did when you first heard it.

“A proper chaebol sleazeball I see.”

“I just don’t get guys like that. I mean, if you want a housewife, marry a girl who wants to be a housewife. It’s not rocket science.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, grabbing your empty glass before making his way over to do the dishes. You look at him, sleeves rolled up and focused in on scrubbing. The domesticity of it all has you wondering…

“What about you, Yoongi?”

He quirks up a brow, “What about me?”

“What’s your ideal type? You never really talk about it. What kind of girl would you marry?”

“Oh, I’m not picky. I only have one requirement,” He breaks out into a mischievous grin, “She has to be filthy rich.”

You lightly swat his arm, making him swat back and get some of the soapy water on you, both of you grinning like idiots.

“I’m asking seriously!”

“What makes you think my lifelong dream to become a trophy husband isn’t serious?”

“Oh, so you just want to be arm-candy for some fortune 500 socialite? Then why don’t I ever see you playing the field at those charity events?”

Because I’m too busy staring at you the whole time.

“A guy as charming as me doesn’t need to go out and try y/n. They’ll all come to me in no time.”

“Oh yeah? Are you some type of hidden Cassanova that I don’t know about?”

“Exactly. I have to keep it hidden or else you’d fall for me in an instant.”

He’s done washing, but it’s in an instant that you’ve got him trapped, caged between your body and the sink. Eyes playfully challenging his statement.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Work your magic on me. I want to see if you’re as good as you say you are.”

His eyes dart to every other part of the kitchen, trying not to think of how nice your perfume smells or how close your body is to his.

“You were saying you could swoop any girl off her feet, but now you can’t even look at me. You’re going to have to work really hard if you want to charm a socialite, Mr.Cassanova.”

He doesn’t know if it’s the wine or the way you’re egging him on (probably a dangerous combination of both), but it’s the final push he needs.

Because in the next moment, he’s not looking around anymore. He’s not looking at anything—his eyes are closed tight the second his lips dip down to meet yours. It’s a gentle peck, but it’s most nerve-wracking thing he’s ever done. Panic pulls him back instantly as he scans your face, searching for any indication of how you feel. But your expression is unreadable.

____

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the creeps!!

how about... creeps x reader who is having a ptsd response due to something/someone from their before life?

your choice!

EEE thank you for giving me a little freedom with this one hehe, you're a doll <33 (hope these are okay; I realize these aren't exactly "comforting" but these guys are messed up,, I don't think you can really expect comfort from them lol)

!!TW!! for depiction/mention of PTSD! Proceed with caution lovelies!!

Creepypasta/MH: How They React When Your PTSD is Triggered

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, "Ticci" Toby, Tim/Masky

Jeff the Killer

I'm going to be so real with you, his first response is not going to be to comfort you

He is going to kill whoever triggered you, or burn it if it's not a person

You can try to stop him, but he's not going to

Honestly he might lowkey be making it worse, doing it right there and then with you watching

Well, he'll probably tell you to close your eyes and plug your ears first

(But if you want to participate, he'll just say: "let me do this for you, babe.")

All you'll know is that one minute it's/they're there, and the next Jeff is taking you by the shoulders and leading you away quickly

Just ignore the char/blood on his hoodie

He'll ask if you want to talk about it while you're walking

If you decline he'll ask again when you're back home

While he doesn't really need a reason to kill for you, he still wants to know what that scumbag did (or just what happened)

If you're mad at him for what he did, he's not going to care

In his eyes, he did the right thing, and he's not going to apologize for it

Anything that hurts his love deserves to perish, if not for their sake then for his

He can't stand the thought of someone/something that makes you unhappy existing in this world

If you ever stress about it again, he will actually focus on you, holding you, consoling you by repeating "they're/it's gone, they/it won't hurt you anymore..."

There's an eerie smugness to his voice as he says it...

Clockwork

I feel like you guys would've already talked about your trauma

She's prone to attacks too, so it was a mutual discussion about triggers/what helps/what doesn't

So she knows exactly what's going on when you're triggered

Her first concern is you, trying to quell the attack before it gets too bad

She'll do something you told her helps ASAP

It'll make her feel better if you let her stay with you, but she understands if you need space

What she'd really like is to hold your hand and get your mind off of it by talking about something else

She'd be fine if she was the only one talking

Just as long as you're showing signs of improvement

When the attack is over, she'll give you time to process it

But eventually she will want to bring it up again

Specifically, she wants to make plans to... uh... "eliminate" the thing that triggered you

And those plans will be vividly detailed

If you don't want to take part in that, she'll make them (and execute them) herself

She just thought you'd wanna take part; I mean, it's how she """solved""" her trauma

She won't follow through if you explicitly tell her not to, but otherwise she operates under the assumption that this is a plan, not a fantasy

When you have another attack, she won't talk about how it/they can't hurt you anymore; she'll just focus on doing the things you said helped

Jane the Killer

She's pretty good at observing people, so I think she'd be able to sense your attack early on

Even if she doesn't know about your PTSD

The first thing she does is remove you from the situation, wrapping an arm around you and rushing away

She sends the meanest scowl to anyone who looks at you funny while you go

Then she focuses on grounding you; she's not too good with feelings, but she's logical enough to try and figure something out to help you

She won't talk much; just an occasional "breathe with me" or "focus on me" while she holds your hands and maintains eye contact

It doesn't show but she's actually so nervous, she has no idea if she's really helping you

She'll be right there with you through the worst of it, and she'll be there if you want to talk after

She will want to know what caused it, if she hasn't figured it out already

I honestly don't think she'll want to "eliminate" it/them

But she will talk the nastiest, goriest, most illegal shit about it/them

She gets all giddy when you grin about it too; internally she's going yeah!! made them smile!! (happy dance)

She'll try not to bring it up intentionally, but whenever it does come up she makes sure to express her strong distaste

If you ever actually want to... take care of things, she'll help with the cleanup, but she'll want you to have the satisfaction of planning and doing it yourself

I mean, she dreams of having that satisfaction herself (looks at Jeff)

Regardless of whether or not you want to do something illegal, ultimately she respects that it's your trauma and you get to deal with it however you like

"Ticci" Toby

Murder. Arson.

Literally his knee-jerk reaction

He just looks between you and the suspected trigger, points a thumb in its direction and says: "Want me to kill that guy/light that thing up?"

If you say yes he'll do it straight away; he doesn't care who's watching

He'll ask if you want to help first though ofc

Then he'll run away giggling like a second grader, grabbing your hand on the way

When you slow down he sighs satisfactorily, saying how fun that was

If you're still distressed (or if you refused his earlier offer), he finally takes notice of your emotions

He'll ask you quite bluntly what's wrong

When you explain it to him, he just nods solemnly

He knows from experience that having a rough past sucks, so he understands completely

If you haven't already he suggests that you "take care of it"

But if you agreed to murder/arson earlier he just grins again and says "Well then it's good that we did that back there!"

If you ever have an attack again he'll either remind you that the thing/person is gone, or he'll nag you about "taking care of it"

He'll begrudgingly put an arm around you though when you don't immediately calm down

He might offer you something to fidget with, too; that always helps him when he's anxious

Just try not to be too alarmed when it's a box cutter or a butterfly knife or something weird that he puts in your hand

Tim/Masky

I feel like he'd be a little awkward when you start to panic

He'll panic a little too, asking what's wrong and if/how he can help

He'll do anything you say, but if you're unable to respond he just puts his arm around your shoulders and takes you into another room

He'll hug you against him, patting your back awkwardly while you process the attack

He doesn't know what else to do :(

He probably realizes what's happening after a few minutes, and he only gets more awkward when that happens

He sucks at dealing with his own trauma; he is literally the worst person for you to be with right now

At least that's what he thinks

When you start to calm down he asks if you want to talk about it, but then immediately curses himself for asking such a stupid question (he doesn't even want to talk about his trauma; why should anyone else? (just his thoughts))

If you do want to talk it turns into a very deep and candid discussion in which you both open up a bit

He'll ask if there's anything that helps at all

Honestly he's asking for you as much as himself; he'd love to try anything that works for you

I don't think he'd suggest or condone killing/destroying the trigger; from his experience that just brings more issues

He'll basically just tell you "yeah, it sucks, and we just have to deal. Which sucks times two."

Very helpful, thank you Tim 👍

At least he always holds you whenever you have an attack <3

Thank you so much for this request!! And thanks for reading, take care sweethearts <33

(divider by saradika)

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Dirty Work 29

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: almost at 30.

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You stand paralysed at the end of the bed. You stare at Mr. Laufeyson as he gazes back at you. He devours you in a glance. His heads tilts just so, his jaw just out just a little as he exhales through his nose. The air catches in his throat and rumbles through him. His sight narrows as his long fingers curl against his thigh.

You shiver, not cold but terrified, embarrassed, and entirely helpless. He stands so suddenly you sway, steadying yourself as you step back with one foot. You turn as he strides up the side of the bed and comes around the end. You stagger back with his abruptness, hitting the other corner with your hip.

He grabs your arms and pulls you before him, holding you at arm's length, another snarling breath escapes him. You can't speak. You don't dare.

He squeezes and moves you to whim. You let him turn your back to the bed and he walks you against it. Your legs bend to his will and your bottom meets the mattress firmly.

He urges you onto your back, like before, pinning your shoulders as he bends over you. His lashes flutter and he drags his hands down your arms, standing with sigh. He flicks his finger, gesturing you further onto the bed.

You obey his silent command and push your hands into the mattress, pulling yourself up until your legs are straight across the bed. He rolls his shoulders as he observes you, his posture sinister in the lamplight. You are prone and exposed, entirely at his mercy. He nears the bottom of the bed. You wince but don't shy away.

He touches the arch of your foot, running his knuckle along it then brushes both hands down to your ankles. He trails up your calves as you twitch and brings himself to straddle you, moving on his knees as he follows the length of your legs to your hips. He lowers himself over you, keeping you penned in under him as he fixates on your body.

His eyes cling to his fingers as he explores your soft flesh, feeling along your stomach and sides, sending another wave of ripples through you. You whimper as your body reacts. Your nipples bud and that tingle sparks between your legs. You can't help but squirm as he traces swirls across your skin.

You feel the restraint rigid in his touch as his fingertips crawl further up your body. He brings his hands to your chest, framing your tits, groping and fondling as his thumbs twirl around your beaded nipples. His breath is deep enough to hear, his chest rising and falling markedly. A tremor flows from him into you.

He spreads his hands wide and pushes them up to the flat of your chest and curls them over your shoulders. He wiggles his pelvis as he brings both hands to grip your neck. Your eyes round as you tremble. He squeezes, not enough to choke you, but enough to make you gasp.

He bends over you, his nose brushes the side of yours as his lips hover just over your mouth. He groans and tightens his hold just a little then all at once releases you, planting his hands on either side of your head as he huffs. He glares down at you, face wrought as he lifts himself slowly. He sits back on his knees again.

His eyes wander down your body, following the line of your limp arm. He takes your hand and opens it in his. He draws the lines of your palm as he considers it. Then he moves it down, pressing it around the front of his pants. You let out a groan as it adds to the throbbing in your core. He groans too, closing his eyes as he holds your hand against his hard bulge.

He shudders and smirks, shoving your hand away sharply. He tosses your arm out and shakes his head. He lifts his knee and swings off of you. He tuts until he's snickering. He stands and quiets, keeping his back to you. You squeeze your thighs together and whine.

"No, not yet," he sneers as he turns so you can see his profile, "now you know, pet, how it hurts, don't you?"

You blink and part your lips speechlessly. You look down at yourself, your legs moving against each other almost without thinking as you try to sate the heat blooming in you. You peek up at him again and roll over to hide your nakedness.

"I promise, pet, when it happens, you will be begging," he snarls, "you will be crying out my name.”

He spins and gathers up the heap of your disposed clothes. Without a glance back, he struts to the door. You don't move as you listen to him go, the lock clicking to assure you of your isolation.

You curl up on your side again and feel the beating in your chest with your hand. As much as his absence lends you relief, it leaves you wanting as that fiery sensation gnaws at your insides.

✨

When Mr. Laufeyson appears again, he tosses a silk nightie on the bed. You snatch it up without command and slip it on, happy for something to cover you up. He doesn't say a word as he loosens his tie and goes about undressing.

His movement is deliberate as he strips piece by piece. You lay with your back to him, feeling uneasy knowing he's bare behind you. His shadow looms over you, outlining his naked figure in a lurid reflection.

You close your eyes and shudder.

He gets into bed and you stay as you are. He jostles you slightly as he does and leans against the headboard behind you. You hear the scratch of pages as he opens his book, the lamplight dimmed on the other side of him.

He's silent as he reads, almost as if you aren't even there. You flutter your eyes open and stare at the wall. You'd like a book of your own but you suspect you've spent all his generosity. You merely lay in the tension as he flips to the next page.

You wince as you feel a tickle on your shoulder. He caresses you with his fingertips as he hums, his other hand still firmly around the book. You just stare at the shadow, stuck in place.

He hooks his fingers under the strap of the nighty, playing with it, twirling and letting it loose. You shiver and he grips your shoulder firmly.

"Ah, pet, don't be so jumpy," he reprimands, urging you onto your other side, "come."

He pats the bed next to him. You hesitate, pushing yourself up and sidle over to him. He sweeps his hand over your head and urges you back down, against him, nestling so your head is almost in his lap, just on his thigh.

"Isn't that nice?" He muses, his hand wandering down your back once more.

You're quiet for a moment, "yes, Mr. Laufeyson."

He hums again and drags his hand away, only to flip to the next page, quickly returning it. As he rubs your back, trailing up and down, you notice a twitch next to your eye. You try not to react, keeping your head straight as you strain your eyes to see.

Another twitch and another, until you see the shape of him clearly through the silk pants. You swallow a gasp at the sight. You feel that pluck again and a curiosity that makes you fidget. You remember how he felt in your hand, rigid... big.

He snickers and brings his hand to your cheek, "you can be endearing, pet. A sweet little thing," he coos as he continues to caress you, "I can hardly be mad that so many want a taste."

You wiggle, unsure how to answer, not thinking he wants one. He is reproaching you, something quite the opposite. He relaxes against the headboard and shifts the book in his other hand.

"Shall I read to you?" He asks.

You think, pursing your lips. You nod so your cheek rubs against his silk pajamas and you utter your acquiescence. You need anything to fill the silence.

"Very well," he clears his throat, resting his hand on your head.

You feel odd as you lay there. Smaller than usual. Like a thing for him to possess, to hold, to move as he likes. You are like a kitten in his lap, there for him to pet and tease.

He begins to read and his timbre carries a roll that enthralls you. Melodic and deep. You never noticed before how nice his voice can be. If only he were the same.

✨

You awake to an empty bed. You barely recall falling asleep, nor Mr. Laufeyson's departure. You sit up and rub your eyes, yellow light casting in between the curtains. You yawn as you peer around. The same book sits on the night table. You only remember your eyes drooping to the steady drone of his voice.

There, at the foot of the bed, a bolt of black and white catches your eye. You stand and go to examine it. There's no confusion as to why it's there. Monday was wasted and you still have to clean the first floor. And Mr. Laufeyson's expectations are even clearer as you lift the short garment to hang from your fingers.

The black velvet sheath is slit on both thighs, extending no further than just that, and the bodice is trimmed in white lace that matches the edges of the tie-on apron. It would be ridiculous if it wasn't absolutely humiliating. It's less than practical and the reason for it is easy to understand. To put you even more in your place.

You change reluctantly, the matching panties are cut halfway along your cheeks and the stockings have a little polka dot pattern in the thin mesh. You put them all on along with a pair of low blunt heels. You feel like a clown but embarrassed nonetheless.

You near the door, expecting it to be locked as the day before. It's open. You let yourself out and proceed down the hall. You stop just at the top of the stairs. You don't hear anything. You descend, clinging to the railing until you're on even ground. You tromp back to the closet and take out what you need.

You begin your usual rote. It almost feels like normal as you set off in your solitary tasks. The kitchen is empty as you start there. Not too much to do but a bit of extra scrubbing on the stove. As you wipe off the counter, you have to stand on your toes to get the back. You feel the skirt lift enough to expose the bottom of your ass.

"There is some on the floor, pet," Laufeyson startles you and you spin to face him, bracing the counter.

He eyes you shamelessly. He grins as he enters and nears the other side of the island. You flutter your lashes as your cheeks pinch. You turn around and continue your task, pausing to bend and grab the fleck of dirt from the tile.

"I'll mop..." you assure him but a low hum underlines your words.

You snap up and the skirt brushes the top of your thighs. Oh gosh. You continue to wipe the counter as he tuts.

"You are so diligent in your work. It's almost admirable," he marvels, "oh, oops."

You gasp and jump back as the sugar dish rolls off and hits the floor, dumping powder across the tile. You gape at Mr. Laufeyson as he gives a crooked smirk. He pokes his tongue out as his eyes flit down to the mess, "well?"

You flinch and bend to pick up the dish and its lid. He purrs again and you stand up, your chest nearly falling out of the cups. You face him again and step forward to put down the dish.

"I'll get the broom--"

"You'll get on your knees and clean it," he commands as he leans forward across the counter.

You gulp and nod. You lower yourself down and use the cloth to push the grains of sugar into a pile. You cup your hand and sweep it into your palms. You get up to dump it in the bin. You feel him watching you're every move.

"Lovely, now you've cleaned up that mess, some tea would be in order," he intones.

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.," you murmur.

"Louder, pet, I can hardly hear you," he taunts.

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you repeat, louder, voice quaking.

He scoffs but doesn't comment. You take out the tea pot and put the kettle on. You add bags to the porcelain and keep your back to him as you watch the silver vessel hiss in its slow boil.

His sole slips over the tile and his heels tap slightly as he comes nearer. You expect him to step up right beside you, instead, he's behind you. He reaches his arms around you to place his hands on yours as you grip the counter. He holds himself flush to you as a hardness prods your back.

"Pet, that is a rather nice uniform you have today," he purrs as he trails his hand up your arm. "Ravishing..." You quiver as his hand creeps along your collar bone and up your throat, "it fills my head with all sorts of ideas." His other hand falls away and he shifts, bringing his other hand to your ass. "It does accentuate your better features."

You curl your fingers against the granite and squeak. He squeezes, nails digging into your flesh, and wiggles his hips. He bends his head to nuzzle your crown.

You're overwhelmed by his intensity. Not just his proximity, but his words. The way his longing mirrors that brewing in your chest. The knot tangling in on itself that you keep trying to ignore. Is this what it feels like to be wanted?

"Don't make me do all the work, isn't that why I hired you?" He grabs your wrist, his other hand still across your neck.

He guides your touch back, bending your arm as he places your fingers at the top of his trousers. He releases you and your hand shakes against him. He picks open his fly before guiding your hand down the front. He retreats, just a step, and he grips your shoulder to turn you around.

You gasp and stare at his throat, bobbing as he swallows tightly. His hand covers yours as he urges it further and he closes your fingers around his hard length.

"You sinful little creature, do you feel how you have me pent up?" He growls.

Your lashes bat as your skin sears. He moves your hand up and lets out a grunt, then leads it down again, quaking at the motion. He tightens his grasp for just a moment then rescinds it.

"Keep going, pet," he grits.

You obey. You don't think. You're almost curious as you touch, repeating the same pumping movement along his length. Watching how he tenses and twitches. As you stroke him, you almost feel powerful.

His breath hitches, escaping him in fractured spurts. He frames your neck with his hand once more, his other bracing the counter as he leans over you. You dare to look down and see his dick poking out over his pants.

Your lips part as you're hypnotised by the sight of him and your hand around him. You speed up, just a little bit, and he groans. As your thumb slips over the edge and you bring it back, he croaks and chokes on his voice. He squeezes your neck tighter.

He bows and curls forward, resting his head on your shoulder as he shudders. His hand squeaks on the granite as you keep going. His breath dampens your skin and your breath slows against his hold on you. You can feel something burgeoning in him, he trembles and all once, unravels with a stuttering groan. A hot flow spurts out and coats your hands, smearing between your touch and his skin.

He whines and pulls back, grabbing your hand to slow you as he spasms. He breathes through the O of his lips and quakes.

He's silent as he looks down at himself. You are too. You draw your hand away and he lets you go. You stare at the sliminess on your palm as he latches onto the top of his pants. He leans back on one heel and whistles.

"Mmm, it seems I have a mess of my own to clean up," he rasps as he turns, "I trust the tea will be ready upon my return."

He struts out as you stare after him, slack-jawed as you hold your hand up dumbly. You did that, to him. And he liked it so much. Maybe you're not entirely worthless if you can make him so happy.

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au where when tim finds dick and asks him to be robin again, dick is like “no but also are you okay?? where are your parents?” and proceeds to adopt/kidnap him

dick sends clark and diana to babysit bruce and tries to dissuade tim from being robin, but he’s a stubborn little shit so blüdhaven gains a new vigilante alongside nightwing (dick won’t let tim be bruce’s robin, not robin in general)

dick isn’t a cop because fuck you dc he would never idgaf what you think it’s wrong and goes against so much of his character!!! i hate cop!dick so much, he isn’t real to me

dick is a part-time college student majoring in human biology and minoring in psychology while training to be a paramedic. tim moves in with him (a small studio apartment) and they forge some records and IDs so tim can go to school in blüdhaven (not that the schools really care)

tim likes to read dick’s college textbooks & notes (if eligible) and spends most of his free time in the library or taking photos across the city. dick is 19 and tim is 14. jack and janet don’t even notice tim is gone

they both have enough to live comfortably but dick only uses his own money (from his parents) and tries to teach tim about like. class differences and how much normal stuff costs (i love timmy but he is a lil rich boy)

dick can cook and clean (which is CANON thank you very much), but his room is basically an organized mess (adhd-ass), while tim is used to needing his room to look perfect and deep cleans like once a week (trauma & he has a touch of the ‘tism)

when dick kills the joker, thinking tim is dead, tim gets to him in time but dick doesn’t let bruce resuscitate him and joker stays dead. this leads to post-pit jason going to blüdhaven instead of gotham.

part of him feels vindicated that his big brother the golden boy killed the clown, but part of him feels like he was replaced by tim. either way it drives him to blüdhaven. he observes nightwing and the new robin for a while, realizing that shit, this robin is just a kid. he can’t hate the new robin for something that’s not even the kid’s fault

he has a mess of complicated emotions about dick, though. again, he’s glad dick avenged him, but is mad he replaced him, and is a better brother to this robin than he was to jason. jason wanted that fun older brother. he got it for a little bit but it wasn’t nearly enough time, and then he fucking died

anyway, this of course leads to a confrontation between red hood & nightwing and robin. jason considers messing with them but decides to just get it over with (so he can yell at dick) and takes off the helmet. dick recognizes him immediately, and tim figures out who he is by dick’s reaction.

queue jason failing to be mad at dick when he starts sobbing and hugging him, and tim jumping in and making it a group hug. they bring him back to their apartment and give jason the guest room (they often have titans friends over), while jason is still like “…what just happened”

him and dick do talk later that night, and dick pretty much tells him everything. jason does the same “so they’re even”

jason goes back to gotham to protect crime alley, he has a couple safe houses set up around the city, but he visits blüdhaven whenever he can. similarly, when dick and tim are free they visit jason in gotham, at his main safe house that only they know about

going back a while, tim is kidnapped by joker while helping bruce with a case in gotham. he goes missing and bruce calls dick to see if he went back to blüdhaven, which he obviously didn’t, and dick speeds to gotham and finds joker, who tells him tim is dead and taunts him about jason. dick beats the joker to death, and doesn’t let bruce revive him, even if he has to live with what he did

after that bruce cuts contact with dick, but tries to stay in contact with tim. tim, however, is pissed at bruce for how he is treating dick and similarly cuts contact with bruce. both boys stay in contact with alfred, though, and sometimes he will update bruce on how they are doing

after jason settles into gotham, he joins dick and tim on one of their visits to alfred (while bruce is away/at work) and gets to reunite with him. alfred agrees to keep red hood’s identity a secret from bruce until jason is ready to tell him, but encourages him to do it soon because bruce misses him terribly

after blüdhaven is destroyed, dick is a wreck, so they move in with jason at his apartment near crime alley. nightwing is out of commission for a while (mentally AND physically) so robin patrols with red hood, who agrees to be as non-lethal as possible around him

dick is in a depressive episode for a while, so jason plays the role of Big Brother to tim (and dick if he’s being honest) until he feels a bit better. he’s actually the best at helping dick when he’s upset (aside from alfred ofc) and forces his ass into therapy with dinah

therapy and spending time with his brothers helps dick a lot, and he manages to force both of them to see therapists as well (not dinah cuz like. bias and legal stuff. but they find some good ones)

jason actually talks to harley sometimes (she’s calmed down a lot since the joker died and she started dating ivy), and she’s stable enough to give him solid advice occasionally. regardless, she’s a great listener and will always let him rant to her

okay flashback time again: when dick was living in titans tower in nyc, he attended college at hudson university. after about a year there, he moved to blüdhaven and transferred to blüdhaven university

tim moves in with him after dick’s been in blüdhaven for a few months. he finishes sophomore year at BU and starts paramedic training, deciding not to return to college. he’s 20 as of March and tim is almost 15

it’s around this time that jason (18) shows up- after dick’s finished sophomore year at BU but before he finishes paramedic training. after blüdhaven is destroyed, dick stops his paramedic training but eventually picks it back up again in gotham

ANYWAY so yeah the three of them share an apartment in park row

dick finishes paramedic training and starts working with gotham emergency services / thomas wayne memorial hospital (leslie’s clinic), and often helps anyone he comes across for free (he always has first aid supplies on hand & their apartment is hella stocked up)

dick and jason also often make meals for nearby homeless shelters (tim would help but he is a terrible cook, instead he manages to trick rich assholes into donating to and funding shelters, food pantries, schools, etc. in park row)

idek where i’m going with this anymore, just the three of them being brothers and visiting alfred. bruce focuses more on damian and cass, but occasionally they will all work together on a case (bruce has given up trying to get any of them- mostly jason- to move back to the manor)

damian and cass will drop by their apartment from time to time, as will alfred. jason, after watching over robin while nightwing was down, has stopped killing (for the most part) and focuses more on community support than beating up criminals

nightwing has become a sort of medic vigilante of sorts, he bounces across the city helping anyone who is injured (mostly abusive victims / those who can’t afford healthcare and are too far from leslie’s clinic to go there / homeless kids who can’t go there without having CPS called / etc)

he mainly patrols park row, but if he has time he will venture further out into the rest of gotham. tim is still robin atp, but he eventually changes his vigilante identity from robin

tim and steph still meet and become friends, but instead of working with batman as spoiler, she works with nightwing, red hood and robin. also, she is never robin, but she is batgirl for a bit

babs is oracle (okay timeline wise idk if she gets shot by joker before or after dick kills him soo i’m just gonna say before) and she helps out both the bats (bruce, dami, cass) and the birds (dick, jay, tim, steph)

steph ends up moving in with babs (who is very excited to have a little sister). this is when babs gives her batgirl, which she eventually (with permission) gives to cass.

sidenote: babs & dick are Best Friends like ride or die and that’s part of the reason dick killed joker- tho he doesn’t tell her that. they see each other all the time (the boys’ apartment building has an elevator) and stay in contact throughout all of this

robin and spoiler meet when the boys move back to gotham, and the two become fast friends. spoiler runs into red hood and robin one time and tim is like “hi S, this is my big brother!” and she’s like “your what.”

once dick is back as nightwing, he meets spoiler as well (who has told them her name is steph atp) and she’s like “i’ve heard all about you from your brothers :)” and dick is like “🥹 really?”

after that the boys tell steph their identities- “didn’t you die?!” “yeah, long story”- and she does the same- “wait is your dad that knockoff riddler guy?” “unfortunately, yeah”- and she crashes at their apartment sometimes after long nights of patrolling

it’s MY au so i say that cass found damian, understood what talia was trying to say when she saw her, and steals lil dami to arrive on bruce wayne’s doorstep. alfred opens the door and she basically shoves damian at him and then runs into the manor and launches herself at a very confused bruce with a hug. bruce is just like ‘okay i guess this is my daughter now’ and then alfred walks in with damian and he’s like ‘…i guess i have another son now too’

this all happens while tim and dick are in blüdhaven and jason is in gotham avoiding bruce like the plague. babs doesn’t tell them because she can be evil sometimes and wants to see their live reactions. imagine their surprise when the boys go to visit alfred and find two assassin children (cass is 19 but shush)

when bruce is lost in time, jace fox takes over as batman while tim, dick and cass go look for him. jason and steph stay and guard gotham and tim gives robin to damian so he can help them (and not go stir crazy without his dad). huntress and the sirens also help out in place of the three vigilantes looking for bruce

they find him faster since there’s three people looking, and everything pretty much goes back to normal after that, aside from jason being damian’s favorite older brother (instead of dick, bc he was never the batman to damian’s robin)

another sidenote: i am totally just ignoring jack and janet drake’s existence bc i don’t wanna deal with them yk? also crystal brown is alive and a decent mom, steph just moved out cuz she wanted more independence

rough age timeline rq

dick is 19 when he kidnaps adopts tim who is 14

jason (18) confronts dick (20) and tim (15)

cass (17) & dami (7) - jay (19), dick (21), tim (16)

blüd destroyed - dick (22), jason (20), tim (17)

tim (17) and steph (17) meet as vigilantes

cass (18) becomes orphan

dick (23) returns to nightwing - jason (21), tim (18)

tim becomes sparrow- robin is put in storage

the boys meet cass (19) & damian (9)

steph (18) moves in w babs (26)

steph becomes batgirl

future timeline

steph (19) gives batgirl to cass (20)

cass (21) becomes black bat

bruce gets lost in time

dick (25) jay (23) & tim (20) give damian (11) robin

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doumadono · 10 months

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Hashiras & s/o having hard time orgasming - headcanons (part 2)

Warnings: male!reader, angst

Requested by: my one and only @greenwitchsalem

MASTERLIST

Tengen Uzui

Tengen, known for his flamboyant personality, would initially be taken aback by the situation. He prides himself on being a skilled lover, so the thought of his partner struggling in this way would deeply trouble him

However, Tengen would approach the issue with understanding and patience. He would make it his mission to create a safe and comfortable environment for his partner, where they can openly communicate and express their needs

Tengen would encourage his partner to share his feelings and experiences at his own pace, assuring him that he is there to support him unconditionally

Tengen's sex with his significant other would focus more on emotional connection rather than purely physical pleasure. He would prioritize intimacy and trust-building

"Darling, I want you to know that your pleasure is my priority. I'll be here, by your side, supporting you every step of the way. We'll create a new definition of intimacy together."

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi, often viewed as gruff and distant, would find it challenging to confront such a sensitive issue. He might initially react with frustration or helplessness, unsure of how to address the situation

However, as Sanemi grapples with his partner's struggle, he gradually realizes that his anger won't solve the problem at hand

Once he realizes the depth of his partner's trauma, Sanemi would put his abrasive nature aside and prioritize his emotional well-being. He would become fiercely protective and determined to help him overcome their struggles

Sanemi would approach physical intimacy cautiously, never pushing his partner beyond his comfort zone but certainly encouraging him to engage more in physical contact

"I can't change what happened to you, but I can damn well make sure you never feel that pain again. I'll protect you, even from your own fears. We'll take it slow, no rush. You're worth every ounce of patience and care."

Obanai Iguro

Obanai, with his reserved and mysterious demeanor, would struggle to express his emotions openly. The news of his partner's trauma would leave him deeply concerned and conflicted, unsure of how to proceed

However, Obanai's loyalty and devotion would compel him to educate himself on the subject matter. He would meticulously research and seek out resources to better understand the impact of trauma on sexual experiences

Obanai would approach the issue with a calm and collected demeanor, offering a steady presence and unwavering support to his partner. He would prioritize open communication and encourage his partner to express his feelings without judgment

Obanai would carefully observe his partner's behaviors and cues, striving to understand his needs without pressuring him to disclose his trauma

He would carefully explore what brings his partner comfort and pleasure, using his knowledge to create an experience tailored to his partner's needs

"You are not defined by your trauma. I see the strength in you, the resilience. Let me be your pillar of support."

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu, known for his introverted and introspective nature, would internalize his partner's struggles as his own. He would blame himself for not being able to provide the comfort and pleasure he deserves

Initially, Giyuu might distance himself emotionally, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of how to approach the sensitive topic. However, his empathetic nature would eventually drive him to confront the issue head-on

Giyuu would prioritize communication, actively listening to his partner's needs and fears. He would offer unwavering support and reassurance, reminding him that his worth is not defined solely by his sexual experiences

Above all, Giyuu would patiently stand by their side, dedicated to supporting them every step of the way

Giyuu would be a steady and unwavering presence, assuring his partner that he is there for him every step of the way, providing reassurance and offering gentle guidance towards healing

When it comes to physical intimacy, Giyuu would proceed slowly, respecting his partner's boundaries at every step. He would prioritize consent and open communication, ensuring his partner feels empowered to express his needs and desires

"You're not broken, love. You're a survivor, and I admire your strength. We'll take it one step at a time, and I'll be with you every step of the way."

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onskepa · 7 months

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Stxeli: Those Eyes

Here is another chapter of the ongoing series! I hope you all enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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Another day, another way. Neytiri awakens as usual in her own little hammock. She secretly hates it. Hates going to sleep and waking up alone. Of course she could go to her parents and sleep with them, but that would mean to be beside her.

Every since her mother brought back that human child, things have changed and were not the same. Having to adjust not just her elder sister's death but the arrive of the new infant.

Neytiri honestly doesnt know how to react to the new addition. She doesnt hate the infant, but doesnt love it either. Complicated feelings swirl in her heart. Seeking Eywa will only confuse her more. Tsu'tey isnt much help at the moment. Just being alone with her thought to hopefully figure out her inner feelings.

Mo'at had a long list of duties to do and unfortunately she cant keep an eye on stxeli for the whole day. Eytukan cant take care of their baby either as he is to lead the hunters for another nights feast.

So that only leaves neytiri.

"It will just be for awhile neytiri. As a big sister, it is also your responsibility to take care of your sister stxeli. I know you can do your best with her". After that Eytukan left to attend his olo'eyktan duties. Leaving neytiri and stxeli alone with each others company.

Neytiri looks over that the human child, not really getting near her. These past week has been a blur for the young na'vi. Does her parent really expect her to love the human child? After everything her kind did to her people? To her real sister?

Stxeli being just herself, makes sounds and looks at her surroundings. Her big eyes landing on neytiri. Their eyes meet, and a wave of excitement flowed through the baby. Asking to be carried by neytiri. Yet the na'vi wont move. Her eyes never wavering from those human eyes.

Little stxeli kept waving her arms around desiring to be held. She squeals and would make noises her mother would usually respond to. But neytiri still sits still. Observing the child and what its trying to do. Seeking attention is what she gathered.

Grabbing one of her mother's baskets, she puts stxeli in the basket and proceeds to carry her around like that.

It wasnt what stxeli wanted but it shall suffice for now. At least she gets to have a wide view of things. From the tall trees, to familiar faces that wave at her direction.

Stxeli preferred to be carried by the young girl who keeps staring at her. She has pretty eyes and wanted to get a closer look. Looks so much like mama and papa's eyes! Little stxeli tried to the girl's attention by making noise, but no response.

Stxeli wasnt having that.

Grabbing one of the braids that was hanging close to stxeli, she yanked it rather hard. This caused neytiri to hiss. In return, stxeli laughed like it was a funny thing to her. Neytiri had such tiny fangs! Smaller than mother's fangs.

Yanking again to the get the same reaction, neytiri was quick to be annoyed. Putting down the basket, she glares down at the child. "Such a demanding thing you are".

Deciding not the carry the basket, neytiri proceeds to drag it instead, with her tail. Not wanting the little infant to tug on her hair again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

its only been 2 hours, and neytiri is near her wits end. Little stxeli was screaming at the top of her lungs, and young neytiri fears it would attract unwanted predators. Sighing in distress, she puts down the basket to see stxeli rolling around in it, her little face red and tears wont stop flowing.

"What? What do you want?" she pleads with the baby. As if the infant can understand her, stxeli pats her tummy. Neytiri tilts her head, was the baby hungry? It has been a while since morning.

Tring to remember what mo'at feeds the baby, she grabs the basket again, and quickly searches for some fruit. But stxeli was screaming near her sensitive ears, her patience growing a bit thin.

What felt like forever, netyiri thankfully found some ripe yovo fruit, carefully cutting it small pieces, she shoves it in stxeli's mouth, making her to stop screaming.

With a huge sigh of relief, little neytiri relaxes in silence. But her ears twitch to the sound of stxeli munching away. Slowly her gaze turns to the baby. The little one's cheeks red and eyes a bit puffy, but stxeli wasnt so bad...

The young girl observes the human baby, taking in everyting. But her amber eyes made contact with the eyes of the infant. There was nothing but silence between them. Stxeli kept eating the soft fruit as her eyes never leaving neytiri's.

"Maybe you are not so ugly after all...." neytiri mutters.

Mo'at returns home at the same time with her mate. Both tired from their long day of doing their tasks. A nice dinner will regain their strength, and a nice cleanse by the river waters.

"Where is my sweet children?" mo'at asks as she seeks around her home. At the far corner, she finds neytiri holding stxeli. She gasped inwardly. It was the first time she has seen young neytiri holding her new sister like that. A smile crept up to her lips, enjoying the sight in front of her.

Eytukan appeared behind her, seeing the same thing. "It seems she is taking the big sister role well" he comments. Mo'at nods in agreement. Both get close to the girls, bending down. "How was your day with your sister ma'ite?" eytukan asks neytiri.

She shrugs but smiles, "it was....a very noisy day, but it is alright ma'sempu" she replies. Mo'at reaches for stxeli but neytiri backs away. This slightly confused mo'at.

"Are you not tired from holding her?" mo'at asks. Neytiri shakes her head, "no, I like holding her, and she likes it too. Isnt that right my sister?". Stxeli giggles as if to agree.

Eytukan turns to his mate, and widens a grin. Was mo'at...pouting?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Hope you all liked it! Should the next chapter be eytukan focused? Lemme know what you guys think! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @thehoneymushroomhealer , @kat-the-kit , @spookymomfriendtm . @moonchildxoxx , @galactict3a , @alastorhazbin

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #neytiri x reader #jake sully x neytiri #neytiri x y/n #neytiri x you #neytiri x oc #eytukan x reader #eytukan #mo'at x reader #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #omatikaya clan #neytiri x human reader

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schrijverr · 4 months

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Works Alone

When trying to pull the team together, Bruce’s ideas are dismissed, because he works alone. He goes home to his kids to pout about it.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Bruce isn’t pouting. He isn’t! He’s not even a little bit miffed, because he doesn’t want the Justice League to succeed anyway. He doesn’t trust them, hell, he’s not even a full time member, he’s only playing along to keep the others in check. So why would he care?

However, attempting to convince himself doesn’t mean it is working or not clear on his face. The second he steps into the Cave, Dick comments: “Someone is pouty. Did anything happen with your new friends, B?”

He sounds a little too jovial about the whole thing for Bruce’s taste, because despite what he’s telling himself, he is pouty.

“Ridiculous. Father would never stoop so low as to pout,” Damian sticks up for him.

Damian had been sparring with Dick when Bruce arrived, but is now taking a break to drink some water. Seeing the two of them work together makes Bruce both feel better and more prissy, so he just grunts.

“He’s totally pouty,” Jason crows, from where he’d been ruffling through Bruce’s equipment. He would gladly give Jason all the stuff he needs, but Jason insists on stealing it, even if he’s stealing it in plain sight, which is more closely to just taking it.

“Take it back,” Damian frowns.

“Nah,” Jason says. “You know how he gets when y’all don’t come by enough. I mean, you shoulda seen him when Dickface first moved out. Man’s a pouter, I dunno what to tell ya.”

“What’s B pouting about now?” Steph asks, falling into the conversation since she’s only just arrived to start getting ready for patrol tonight.

“We don’t know yet, he’s still denying he’s pouting,” Tim calls out, not having looked up from where he’s working on the Batcomputer all throughout. “Though it’s likely something with the League, since he just got back from giving back up.”

Heads turn his way and Dick concernedly frowns: “Are you okay? Did they do something?”

There is a dark, yet gleeful glimmer in Damian’s eyes as he asks: “Do we need to go out there and vanquish these super powered morons, father?”

“No,” Bruce sighs, still a little miffed, though his mood has definitely been improved by his kid’s banter, as well as their worry for him.

“Then what happened, old man?” Jason demands. “Stop that vague bullshit you always do.”

“Oehhh, Jason swore!” Steph immediately chimes in. “I’m telling Alfred.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Jason whips around to her, pointing his knife at her.

“Knock it off, I wanna hear why B is being pouty,” Tim interrupts them.

“Yes, cease this chatter,” Damian adds, a rare show of agreement with Tim. They’ve all been growing, Bruce thinks proudly.

“So what happened then?” Steph asks, rolling her eyes, though stopping her fight with Jason.

Jason luckily also lets it go for now, so Bruce can answer: “They aren’t working as a team. It’s just a group of skilled individuals now and it’s becoming a problem.”

“You’ve been observing that for a while, B. Why suddenly the long face about it?” Dick asks.

And now the embarrassing part, Bruce thinks as he admits: “John is trying to do something about it now. I offered my help, but he refused, stating that I don’t know how, since I work alone, while he has been in the army.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Then, the whole group bursts out in laughter.

“What?” Jason wheezes, while Dick cackles: “He actually said that? Are you for real? Oh my god.”

“I’m going to loose my shit,” Steph snorts, Tim chuckling in the background.

Even Damian is looking amused, although also slightly judgmental. He disdainfully comments: “They are not very bright and must lack observational skills, father. Are you certain you wish to proceed in sponsoring them?”

“Yes,” Bruce sighs again. He’d already had that conversation with himself. Many times. “There is a lot of potential there too. Which is what makes them dangerous. However, out there is dangerous too. They can protect like an army can. Like we can’t.”

“Tt, we can take on extraterrestrial threats and some villains,” Damian huffs, obviously displeased. Out of all his siblings, he’s been the most vocally against the Justice League.

“The brat has a point,” Jason surprises him by backing him up. “I mean, between us here and those still on the streets or running late, you basically have your own little army right here. Just recruit Wonder Woman and I’m sure we’d have a chance.”

“You just wanna work with Wonder Woman, don’t you?” Dick says, sounding a little smug as he slides up behind Jason to make a kissy face at him.

Jason just pushes his face away as he blushes and exclaims: “Shaddup, Dickhead.”

“Yeah, shut up! That’s the most sensible thing he’s said all his life,” Steph hollers.

“Kids, kids, calm down. We’re not disbanding the Justice League and adopting Wonder Woman,” Bruce interrupts, wondering how his life ends up with him saying sentences that he never thought he would be saying.

“I never said nothin’ ‘bout adopting her,” Jason scowls.

“Cuz you want to kiss her!” Dick sing-songs.

“Isn’t she like a few thousand years old or something?” Tim asks.

“Also not marrying Wonder Woman. Any of you,” Bruce says. “Why don’t we all just stay away from Wonder Woman. And the rest of the Justice League, which will continue to exist and not fall apart because they struggle at teamwork. Maybe John’s idea will work. It’s too early to say.”

All of them are giving him a judgmental look now and Bruce struggles to not react to it. It’s always harder when he agrees with them.

“But Green Lantern’s plan is hinging on esprit de corpse,” Tim says. “And that will never work, because it’s a military mentality and while you’ve been working together, there is no real interdependence outside a few emergencies.”

“Yeah, what Timmy said,” Dick agrees, gesturing towards Tim.

“I loathe to admit it, father, but Drake has a point,” Damian nods and that truly shows that it is a hopeless mission for John.

“We’ll just have to see,” Bruce says, deciding to end the conversation there. “Now get ready for pre-patrol brief. We have a few open cases to assign. Cass and Harper will soon be reporting from their early rounds, so get suited up.”

There are a few groans around him, but his kids grant him the mercy of dropping it. They probably know as he does that this won’t be the last time they discuss it.

Indeed a few days later, Bruce comes walking into the Cave again, trying not to let the thunder cloud above his head show too much. However, he knows his kids notice, some sending him a raised brow or an inquiring look. Bruce is glad that he’s come far enough as a parent that not even Dick or Jason are put off by his bad mood.

Dick is also the one to tentatively ask: “Not a good training session with the Justice League?”

“John has us running drills,” Bruce grunts. “It’s showing us each other’s moves and how to play into each other, but…”

“It’s not turning you into a team?” Dick suggest.

“Yeah,” Bruce says, sighing.

“Esprit de corpse,” Tim sing-songs, walking by with a steaming mug of coffee that he went upstairs to refill, ready to start working on the case he’s in the middle of.

Bruce ignores Tim, knowing he’s right, and pulls the cowl off to card a hand through his hair. “We don’t need to run drills, but we need to do trust exercises, talk with each other, get to know each other better, be- be-”

He doesn’t know how he wants to end that sentence, but Cass does, materializing out of the darkness in her sweats, she says one word: “Family.”

“I thought you didn’t like the Justice League,” Duke asks. Luke is covering his day shift today since the last few days have been busy for Duke, but as a true Bat, he doesn’t really know what taking a break means, so he’s in the Cave training.

“Hn,” Bruce replies, thinking. “I mean, I do like them, I just-”

“He doesn’t trust ‘em,” Jason says. He wasn’t supposed to be at the Cave, but it’s clear why he’s there when Bruce looks his way in surprise. He’s holding a box of files, likely stuff he needs for his organization, Bruce wouldn’t know. They’re at a point where Jason doesn’t kill and Bruce doesn’t ask.

“What? Why?” Duke asks. “You fund them and go on missions with them. Even share intell and use them as backup, despite the fact that there are metas and aliens among them. Why do that if you don’t trust them?”

“’Cause he’s also paranoid,” Jason answers for him. “He’s monitoring ‘em.”

“But also befriending them,” Dick says, defending Bruce. “He just needs to vet them closely first, before he does that.”

“Right, ‘cause he’s paranoid,” Jason says.

Duke looks at Bruce, who sighs: “They’re not wrong. The Justice League has a lot of potential to do good and they’re showing they want to be that goodness. But they also have the potential of mass destruction. We need to be sure they won’t be a threat and that we have the right contingencies, before we let them in.”

“Like I said, paranoid,” Jason repeats.

“But trying,” Dick adds.

“And is stepping in to help them get better teamwork going to backfire?” Duke wonders. “Like are we scared we’re going to teach them how to destroy everything as a team? Is that it?”

“No,” Bruce answers, before the peanut gallery consisting of Dick and Jason can. “I offered help to John, he didn’t want it. I don’t think they’re willing to listen to my opinion on it, since I work alone, so have no expertise.”

Duke snorts loudly at that, then suddenly says: “Wait, you’re serious?”

Bruce grunts as conformation.

“Why?” Duke asks.

“Paranoid,” Jason says, rolling his eyes, before hoisting his box up again, before walking off.

Meanwhile, Bruce actually explains: “I haven’t mentioned you, like I said I would. It’s best if they don’t know we’re connected, nor that Gotham hosts more heroes. Connections like we have could be exploited by them and Superman can do a lot more damage should he so choose than Killer Croc or Bane.”

“But they’re good guys, right?”

“For now,” Dick answers morosely. “I’m not saying I agree with B’s paranoia, I mean, I was doing team ups before him and it worked out fine for me without the layers of paranoid he has. But a lot of things can go wrong, especially when working with people that powerful. I also maintained a semblance of mystique just to be safe.”

“But you can try to tell them this isn’t working, right? They must see that it’s not,” Duke says.

“From what I’ve seen both Hawkgirl and Wonder Woman are warriors like John, so they think the same about this. Superman and Flash are office workers, they’d think of horrid team-building days. While J’onn is used to working together with people who can read minds,” Bruce answers. “Out of all of them, only J’onn might listen.”

Cass nudges him and signs: ‘You are not saying something. There is hiding in your shoulders and a bit of guilt in your jaw.’

“What are you hiding, B,” Dick prods, a little bit of genuine judgment and worry coming through the tease.

“It’s a risk to tell them,” Bruce answers sulkily, knowing it’s a little silly, but unable to stop his brain from providing pop-ups of all the ways it could backfire.

“B,” Dick whines, throwing himself to hang over him. “You can at least try.”

“I will, I will,” Bruce says, placating yet also meaning it. He wants to do right by his kids and they want him to have friends, most of them encouraging him with the Justice League.

And, he does. Tentatively he suggest doing some trust exercises among the drills they’ve been running. As expected he gets weird looks and even a scoff from Wally and a frown from Clark. But he manages to play into John’s ideas brotherhood, which means the others are forced to give it a try.

It’s not perfect, of course it isn’t. They still have to deal with the fact that they never agreed on a strategists or a leader of sorts. They still have to build an organization, a system, a proper way of working as a unit.

However, they are getting somewhere. Some prodding here and there helps and the more it helps, the more others prod.

Though it’s not until years later, when Damian is nearly outgrowing the Robin mantle, that Bruce finally allows them to meet his kids. To let them in on the inner workings of Gotham vigilantism.

Then John will point at him and exclaim: “You son of a bitch, you lied to me! You let me struggle on my own to pull these idiots together.”

And at that point, Bruce will be comfortable enough to ignore everyone’s protests and smirk: “I offered you to help, didn’t I? Too bad I work alone.” Making his kids – though they’re adults at that point – laugh like the day they first heard.

A/N:

I think the League thinking Batman works alone is hilarious, especially if they establish later than the batfam

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If you've heard of black crested macaques or the Yaki monkey, it is probably this one:

This black crested macaque became famous in 2011 when the photographer David Slater was taking photos in the jungle of Sulawesi Indonesia where black crested macaques are indigenous fauna. Slater was not the photographer who captured this photo, however. It was the macaque who has since been commonly called Naruto who took its own photograph on Slater's camera. The famous monkey selfie sparked a copyright lawsuit brought by PETA onto Slater, which was settled in 2017 with an agreement that Slater would donate a percentage of any profits gained by the pictures Naruto took to organizations that protect this species in the wild.

For the millions who enjoyed Naruto's selfies online, the story ends there. For Naruto and the Yaki the story continues. The black crested macaque is critically endangered. Slater's website says he donates 10% of the proceeds of all "monkey selfie" merchandise to "a monkey conservation project in Sulawesi", and while he does not specify which conservation project he supports, there is one I know of that does incredible work.

Selamatkan Yaki is an operation with a huge impact. The Yaki is one of the most endangered primates in the world, and it can be difficult to gauge just how many of them are out there. This is where biodiversity monitoring comes in to produce the data needed for effective conservation protocol. A pilot study was conducted in Tangkoko Nature Reserve, which has created the blueprint for surveying the entire province using camera traps and remote sensing to observe the Yaki and their threats over time.

Using the data gathered from monitoring, Selamatkan Yaki collaborated with the government agency for natural resource conservation to create a Species Action Plan (SAP). This species action plan is not only an evidence based conservation plan designed to save the Yaki, but all the other species that share its forest home. Establishing the Yaki as a flagship species is crucial as this charismatic monkey is just one of many species that is not found anywhere else in the world.

One of the major threats Yaki face, like many other primate species, is hunting for wildlife trafficking and the bush meat trades. While hunting the Yaki is illegal, it takes a true culture shift to keep endangered animals out of traps and cages. Selamatkan Yaki has developed both community conservation and environmental education programs designed to unite local communities in protecting the species. The community conservation program involves surveys conducted since 2007 so that long term data on human-animal relationships can be tracked to best identify community conservation methods. This data is used in the environmental education program which introduces information on biodiversity and conservation to school curriculum and provides research opportunities and scholarships for post secondary students to contribute to conservation.

Selamatkan Yaki understands that it isn't enough to have a team of people dedicated to saving the black crested macaque-- the more people who care and help the better. Everyone has a role to play in conservation, but right now so many people outside Indonesia have only ever seen the black crested macaque once, in a photo online. That's why I'm partnering with Selamatkan Yaki to spread information about the work they do and the species they protect. To learn more about Selamatkan Yaki you can click the links in this post, and stay tuned for more on the black crested macaque.

#selamatkan yaki #black crested macaque #macaques #monkeys #wildlife #conservation #news #animal welfare #animals #endangered species #ecology #macaca nigra #yaki

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voguescapes · 1 year

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h. styles | vanity fair

pairings. harry styles x famous!reader

about. harry and (y/n) are guest on 'vanity fair' to do a lie detector test together, revealing multiple secrets from the pair.

warnings. not edited so disregard any errors, jealous harry cause why not, not my gif, kind of bad writing, a little cursing here and there. lmk if i missed something!

note. hiii everyone! i don’t know if i’m beck yet but i’m just going be leaving a quick fic because it’s been a little over three months which is outrageous!

She rolled her eyes and shook her head sarcastically. "You're supposed to save the best for last, you should go first." Harry placed his hand over her and kissed the side of her head. "My girlfriend, everyone."

"Are you ready? I came up with some pretty interesting questions these past few days that I've been dying to ask you." She grinned.

“I was born ready. Plus," The singer smirked, looking at his girlfriend with sparkling eyes, "I get to ask you some questions after, so be careful with what you ask, babe, because it might come back to bite your ass." He winked and her face flushed a bright red.

Harry turned back towards the camera and clapped, "Let's get started!" A crew member laughed and instructed (Y/N) to move to sit at the other side of the table so they could attach Harry to the machine.

"Arms up." The man demanded sternly. Harry observed her blank, emotionless face and then turned to his girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows. She shrugged and wiggled her eyebrows at him causing him to break the silence and lightly chuckle. The man silently sent them glares, which they both ignored and continued making silly faces and giggled as quietly as they could.

"We're ready." A crew member called out from behind the camera breaking (Y/N) out of her daze and she looked at the man controlling the polygraph machine to ask a few questions.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you a few short, straightforward questions to calibrate the machine." Harry exhaled loudly and wiggled his fingers before nodding, gesturing for the man to proceed.

"Is your name Harry Styles?"

Harry nodded making the woman command him to answer verbally. His girlfriend snorted and stifled a laugh while he mustered out apologies.

"Yes."

"Are you 28 years old?"

"Yes."

"Finally, are you nervous?" He looked up with squinted eyes, something he did frequently whenever he was thinking about something.

"Uh, knowing (Y/N/N), kind of." He chuckled breathily. The woman nodded and laughed along while the polygraph operator gave her a thumbs up to begin.

"Okay, Hazza, first question! Have you ever fallen in love?" The man visibly laughed at how simple her first question was. "Of course. With you." She smiled at his kind words, practically feeling her heart melting. She looked at the polygraph examiner, seeing him throw up a quick thumbs up.

"You're too cheesy sometimes. You guys,"

(Y/N) spoke towards the lens, "pray for me. I have to deal with him every. single. day."

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, lifting his hands in the air with an offended expression etched on his face. She turned to the camera and rolled her eyes in a jokingly manner before moving on to the next question.

"We watch Marvel movies quite often together. I work for Marvel, am I your favourite marvel actor?"

"Bubs, you're an actress." Harry spoke. (Y/N) shook your head and he tilted his as he awaited her response. "Haz, knowing you, I’m surprised that you of all people would say that! Anyways, women should be considered as actors too and not just actresses. After all, male and female doctors are both called doctors, not doctors and doctresses." She stated in a practical manner.

His voice changed pitch as he tried to imitate her. "Fine." He replied dramatically, pretending to flip his hair back with his hand.

"So, out of all the Marvel actors, am I your favorite?" She smirked and fixed her gaze on his middle and index finger, already tapping nervously on the metal table.

"Yes."

She touched her heart dramatically.

"That's a lie." The man behind the machine called out. (Y/N) dropped her hand and her smile fell. "Harold!"

"Okay, it's RDJ. I'm sorry, love." Harry cringed, shocked that the machine picked up on his lie so quickly. She narrowed her eyes and looked back down at her phone. "That's fair. He's everyone's favourite." She mumbled grumpily.

"Does Gemma actually like me?" Harry confidently nodded his head. "Absolutely. She adores you." He responded sweetly. She turned her head to the operator. He nodded towards her, "That's true."

She swiped her hand across her forehead, wiping imaginary sweat. "Good to know."

"Would you consider yourself to be an overly affectionate boyfriend?" She questioned. It was a question she thought of frequently. Harry loved to cuddle, hug, kiss, hold hands, and essentially shower her with love whenever he had the chance, but she wanted to know if he knew of his actions or if he would just do it subconsciously.

"Um, no. I think I'm just about the right amount of affectionate." And it was true, he actually thought that he wasn’t overly affectionate. She choked back a laugh and covered her face with her hand, quickly looking back down to her phone in hopes of finding a different question to quickly move on to.

"Hey, hey, wait! I saw that! You think I'm overly affectionate?" He inquired, his voice going at least 3 octaves higher. "I'm the one asking questions here, Hazza." She winked and scrolled for a question in her notes app.

"Do you think our children would be cute?" She questioned as a sweet smile prominently appeared on her face. She decided against asking if he wanted kids because he had already confessed he did a few months back. It was the purest, most heartwarming conversation she had ever had.

Harry looked at her as if it were crazy of her to ask that. To him, the answer was obvious. "Absolutely. I mean," he pointed in between the two of them, "look at us." He replied cockily. She eyed him, but eventually shrugged, realising that even though he sounded like such a dickhead in the moment, he wasn't wrong.

"Next. Does size matter?" She giggled, watching her boyfriends face contort.

"You're asking me that? What I think? Or what I think you think?" He questioned, waggling his eyebrows.

"Answer however you'd like." The corners of her lips lifted and her face contorted into a mischievous grin. Harry pondered for a while, furrowing his eyebrows as he searched his brain for a good response. "No, I don't think it does." He answered. “That’s true.”

"Okay! Next, Do you think if we met on The Ellen Show, we would have never gotten together?" She inquired. This was a question that she would often ask herself, however, she never had the courage to actually ask him in fear of some form of rejection, so she’d only ponder it while Harry was sleeping soundly beside you.

"Yeah. I think I would've seen you on instagram and slid in your DM’s or something." He admitted. The examiner nodded.

"Moving on. Have you ever lied to me?" She inquired. Harry pursed his lips and sighed. "Yes." He answered honestly.

"Elaborate, please." (Y/N) said, looking at him expectantly. "I’ve know you for over three years now, I’ve lied to you thousands of time." She nodded and moved onto the next question.

"Would you consider yourself to be a heartthrob?" She asked. She was aware of the huge fanbase he had developed since One Direction, people adored and swooned over him and his lovable characters in some of the roles he played.

"Yes." She turned to the polygraph operator and she nodded, "he's telling the truth."

"Damn right, my boyfriend's a heartthrob and he knows it." She said proudly as she looked into the camera.

Harry chuckled and rubbed his eye as he anticipated her final question.

"Last question. Frankly, the most important question. Does pineapple belong on pizza? This could determine the future of our relationship, Haz. I want you to really think about your answer." She warned dramatically. Harry pursed his lips.

"Yes. I think. I like pineapple on pizza, actually." (Y/N) clapped happily and puffed out a small breath of relief. "That's my baby!"

"Alright, my turn, loser."

Harry scoffed loudly and switched his attention to all the cords wrapped around his body parts. He frantically begged the man to remove all the 'gizmos' and 'doo-dads' as quick as possible.

Once he set the singer free, he pranced around the tiny room and threw his arms around his girlfriends body, giving her an enormous hug. "Love you." He mumbled in her hair.

The man then instructed her the same way she had done to Harry. "I can do this." She repeated for the millionth time in the last 5 minutes while a member of the crew hooked her up to the machine. They attached a series of different wires and cords around her chest, fingers and arm.

"I'm scared." She laughed, placing her hand where her heart was. She could feel it pumping quickly.

"Just to let you know, your questions were shit. Mine are actually spicy." Harry teased, excitedly scrolling through the questions on a page in his notes.

He would finally be able to ask some questions that he'd been dying to know about her that he was just too embarrassed to ask on a normal occasion. He hoped some of his questions/some of her answers would reaffirm some things for him.

"Shut up, Styles. I can see you were sweating through your shirt. You're not slick." She smirked, making him lift his arms, where there was a tiny yet noticeable wet patch on the fabric of his expensive shirt.

"Okay, Harry, you can begin asking your questions." The man called as Harry embarrassingly lowered his arm. (Y/N) facepalmed and giggled quietly at his foolishness to herself.

"Okay. Is your name (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"Yes."

"Are you 26 years old?"

"Yes."

"Am I your boyfriend?"

"No." She lied.

"It jumped." The man called, "We're all good."

"Okay," Harry sighed, "I don't know what I would've said if that came out as true." He laughed. "Imagine?" She giggled.

Harry shook his head and read his first real question. "Do you think I'm overly affectionate?" Harry raised his eyebrows while he stared his beautiful girlfriend down. She chuckled and shook her head at his expression, "You're seriously still hung up on that?"

"Just answer the question!" He demanded over-dramatically. "Yes." He gasped and the crew members behind him attempted to cover up their laughs with coughs and sneezes. "But I like that about you. I enjoy your cuddles. That should be considered a compliment." The man confirmed her statement and Harry grinned like a toddler who'd just been told he was going to Disneyland.

"Do you want to get married someday?" He inquired, hope laced in his tone. Although the both of them had spoken about this before, he wanted to make sure. She hesitated for a second, but eventually nodded.

"Yes. As long as it's you." The man blushed and they could hear members of the crew letting out small 'aw's' as they watched them both intently.

"Or Tom Holland, to be honest."

"You just had to ruin the moment." He said moving on while (Y/N) giggled quietly at his disappointment. He swore he heard the serious, monotoned man laugh too.

"The internet made several memes about me after I gushed about your tattoo you got with Emma during our autocomplete interview. Would you get a matching tattoo with me?"

"Of course." Harry’s mouth dropped and turned to the operator for confirmation. He looked up at Harry’s hopeful eyes and nodded. She was telling the truth.

"It's official, everyone, we're getting matching tattoos first thing tomorrow!" Harry deadpanned into the camera, making her publicists laugh in the background.

"You write poems, a lot. I can confirm that," She let out a giggle and nodded her head. "Would you ever write and a poem about me?"

"Um, here’s the thing. I already made a poem or two about hot." She pulled her hair behind her ear nervously. Harry shook his head, his earrings bouncing side to side.

"Which one?" Harry asked childishly, causing her to nervously smile. "Dandelions.” She smiled at the excited boy.

He looked at the camera and mouthed “I knew it”.

"Next… you're known for being a very private person. You've never been public with any of your relationships before me." She nodded. "Out of all these relationships, am I the best boyfriend you've had?" (Y/N) rolled her eyes, expecting to hear the question sooner or later. "Yes, you idiot."

"She's telling the truth." Harry pumped his fist in the air and internally congratulated himself. "I'm so proud of myself, sorry." His cheeks turned red as he noticed everyone waiting for him to get over himself and get on with the next question.

"Before we met, did you listen to any of my songs other than from One Direction?" He rested his head in his palm as he watched her quizzically.

"Um, Duh! I was literally obsessed with you!" She said confidently, thinking back to her fan girl era.

"I already knew the answer to that, I just like hearing her say that she was in love with me." His response made her giggle softly.

"Do you think about the future a lot?"

"All the time."

"Am I in it?" She blushed lightly, "Always."

Harry smirked, repeating one of her previous questions. "Does size matter?"

"You really just took a turn in the opposite direction." She laughed, sending a 'Jim face' towards the camera. "Answer the question! Or else I'm gonna..."

(Y/N) leaned back in her chair as she awaited his answer along with everyone else on set, who was very entertained with the sarcastic couple.

"I'll hit your funny bone. Three times."

"You're adorable." The woman cooed at him while he grumpily pursed his lips. If she were closer, she would've already pinched his cheeks and dramatically rambled on about how cute, soft and innocent he was in front of the camera purposely.

"No, I don't think it does." She repeated his answer from earlier. It was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes. She threw her head back in laughter at his expression and shook her head.

"She's telling the truth." The operator spoke, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. He sent her a skeptical look, while she continued to laugh heavily.

He looked back down at his phone and continued on. "Do you find this man attractive?" Harry had attached a picture to his notes and set his phone flat on the table so the cameras could catch a glimpse of the photo.

It was a photo of Tom Holland at the premiere for his Spider-Man sequel, Spider-Man: Far From Home.

"Duh." She smiled cheekily, blood quickly rushing to her cheeks. Harry groaned as she grabbed his phone and zoomed in to get a better look at all his features. He could practically see her pupils dilate as she stared at the photo.

"Do you think he is more of a heartthrob than me?" She cringed, wondering how she should go about answering this question.

"Yes."

"That's true."

Harry’s jaw went slack. "What!" He shouted with wide eyes. She giggled and raised her hands innocently. "What? Tom Holland is one fine man. You can't get mad at me for that, I mean… look! at! him!" She handed him his phone, zoomed in on Tom's face.

Harry scoffed at her fangirl side coming out as he swallowed heavily.

"Would you leave me for Tom Holland?"

No. (Y/N) thought, holding back a laugh. She thought for a moment. "Yes. Absolutely. 100%. Definitely. No. Questions. Asked." She responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders and leaning back, still being mindful of all the equipment attached to her.

Harry looked down at the metal table and his jaw clenched. She could see his body physically tense as he waited for the polygraph operator to confirm or deny her answer.

"The machine jumped. She's lying."

Harry’s head shot up and he met his girlfriends gaze. She had a small smirk on her face and lifted her hands up to her face as she felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks.

Harry clenched his hands above his head and tilted his head back in his chair, letting out a small yell in triumph. He jumped our of his seat and sized up the camera, getting awfully close.

"You all heard that! I'm done! That's the last question, this couldn't have gone better." He dropped his phone and quickly made his way around the table, being careful not to trip on any wires or break the polygraph machine in any way.

He crouched down and wrapped his arms around her torso, burying his face into the crock of her neck because he couldn't stop his raging smile. "I knew it!"

She looked into the camera, still in her boyfriends embrace and gazed into the camera. She jokingly motioned a 'no' with her hands and mouthed 'Tom, call me', sending the camera a wink and bringing her right hand out with her pinky and thumb sticking out, making it look like a phone and bringing it up to her ear.

Harry felt her movement and looked up at her eyes. She quickly brought her hand to his shoulder and looked down at him as if nothing happened. He placed multiple tiny kisses all around her face, making her crinkle her nose and eyes.

He turned back to the camera for a spilt second. "You heard it here first, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) wouldn't leave me, Harry Styles for Tom Holland! Goodbye! Subscribe to Vanity Fair!" He saluted, still smiling uncontrollably as they both waved at the camera.

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The Bigger Person

Spawn!Astarion Ancunin x Redeemed Dark Urge!Reader

summary: after saving Baldur’s Gate, Astarion and his partner descend into the Underdark to take care of Cazador’s misdeeds. All seven thousands of them. Was it something the elf truly wanted to do with his freedom?

spoilers for Act 3/Pale Elf and Epilogue

warnings & contents: teethy fluff; established relationship; comfort, sass, and class; hints of existential crisis; the reader could be any gender; mentions of trauma; some hugs; assumed drow or half-drow background of the reader but could be any race

a/n: I am kinda terrified of writing for Astarion as I respect Larian’s work SO MUCH (so Larian, please forgive me, if I ever do this goofy dagger-happy love wrong). This blurb came out of nowhere as I was bored during my long ass flight. As always, proceed at your own risk. Minors DNI! Masterlist xoxo

soundtrack: miley cyrus — used to be young

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You watched Astarion from afar as elf was basking in the azure light of a Sussur tree. His pale skin glowing, eyes half-lidded—one of, if not the most beautiful sight you’ve seen in your entire life. Radiance of a Sussur flower might have been the closest thing to the sunlight the vampire spawn had now, after the ever-protecting tadpole was gone.

It was barely a couple of weeks since the Netherbrain crushed into the Chionthar. The exhausting journey was finally over. Your thoughts for a moment went to Gale—how was he fairing now, taking into account his condition? And what any of you was supposed to do with your lives now, after saving the world?

You shook off your guessings by and by—only to notice that it was Astarion’s turn to stare at you. His smooth lips curved into a mischievous grin.

“My once murderous little love, what were you daydreaming of?” The man wondered as he stepped towards you, stretching out a hand for you to touch, inviting you to feel the soothing coldness of his forever-young skin. The elf tilted his head a bit, curiously; studying you.

“You seemed… far from here.” Although his tone was lighthearted, you could see concern in the wandering gaze of garnet eyes. After all these weeks traveling—and now living— together, you could read him quite well.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled before coming to your senses; a gentle, slightly teasing smile appearing on your face. “I was stalking you, actually. You fit quite well with the Underdark, you know.”

Astarion didn’t seem to object your observations.

Obviously.

“Well,” he gestured abstractly, pretending not to care, although he cared quite a bit. “You don’t say, my sweet. Although I'd assume that my features should look aesthetically pleasing in most of the attention worthy places.”

You couldn’t keep a straight face as you laughed, enjoying his lazy attempts to hide a proud smile.

“Behave, Astarion. There are kids in the close vicinity, after all.”

The man changed in the face and let out a soft groan. “Seven thousand of them,” he muttered with slight annoyance in his voice.

Despite grimaces Astarion made regularly, you could see him enjoying it—taking care of the murderous horde of vampire spawns to whom the elf showed mercy in the palace. He was their mentor, their leader now—a counterpart to what Cazador was, the monster that created them all. Now so much better than him.

“I blame you,” Astarion continued in the meantime, playfully pointing a finger in your direction. “That’s all your nasty influence. Be the bigger person, dear!..” he passionately—and painfully accurately—mimicked your tone of voice while saying the last piece. You, though, weren’t offended in the slightest. You liked him even more when he dared to show the silly side of his complex, wounded personality.

You felt his hand crawling around your waist as he huffed next to your ear shortly after. “Why should I be a bigger person, darling, when I can be happy and petty?”

You snorted. “I don’t think you’re holding back on pettiness, love.”

His smile stretched across the skin of your neck in a silent, although eloquent enough reply. None of you said a thing for quite a while, staying motionless close to each other with heads buried deep into your own thoughts.

“Thank you.” You blurted out eventually.

Astarion shifted, looking into your face with his eyebrow raised. He was visibly confused.

“Thank you for choosing this. Choosing them.” you continued as you met his gaze with yours. “Instead of your… freedom.” You struggled to find a better word for that.

Astarion didn’t seem to be convinced; didn’t seem to follow at first. “I’m free,” he replied gravely. “The bastard is dead.”

You shook your head slightly. “You could’ve been anywhere. Doing anything,” you retorted with care. “But you’re here instead.”

His facial features softened as he understood why you were saying what you were saying. There was a pinch of truth in your words—he spent some time thinking about it, too, after you’ve both descended into the Underdark and began building this fort; the safe harbor for Cazador’s cursed—as although perpetually hungry vampire spawns now, these people deserved to have a place to call home, no matter how dangerous or uncivilised per human standards it was.

You heard Astarion letting out a reluctant sigh as he came to terms with his own decision once more.

“This was the right thing to do.” The elf concluded at once.

Mild aversion to his own heroism that manifested itself in his whole appearance in that particular moment made you giggle suddenly.

“My, my. Who thought you'd be up for doing The Right Thing the first time we met.”

The elf gave you a friendly, tad fiendish stare as he rolled his eyes, and you scoffed as he spoke. “Not that you were a paragon of virtuousness back then either, being your daddy’s scion.” You made an unamused face that made him smile.

Astarion reassured you then with playful seriousness, letting his lips and teeth slide affectionately to your neck. “Don’t keep your hopes up, darling. Now my quota of the rightful deeds is fulfilled for the upcoming century.”

You smirked as you locked him into a hug, not believing a single word of what that man just said as you felt him hugging you back.

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malarign · 1 year

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Request - y/n (female) taking care of Jake when he has a stomach bug and she has to pick him up from the company because he doesn’t feel good and the boys call her 🤔💞

sick

(when he is sick and you take care of him)

contains: idolbf!Jake x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! kissing, mentions of stomach problems | wc: 1,0k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: just before you proceed with reading, thank you Anon for requesting! i really enjoyed writing this one! ❤️ also, i didn’t proofread this one 😬

“Are you sure you shouldn’t just stay at home today?”

“I’m sure babe, I’ll be fine,” Jake said kissing your forehead. He smiled when he noticed how you still had the same concerned expression on your face. “I promise I feel better,” he spoke putting his right hand on the left side of his chest.

His enthusiasm to go on practice with the rest of Enhypen made you smile and trusted him. But you had a really bad feeling about it. For the past few days whenever he came back home from either dance practice or vocal lessons, he complained about his constant stomach aches, making you worried. But every time you tried to make him stay and visit a doctor he refused, either saying it’s not that bad or that he feels better, just like today.

“I’ll be home pretty late, love. Our comeback is near!” he announced like the excited puppy he is.

The sight of his signature pose made you giggle and pull him by his collar for a quick kiss. Well, you intended for it to be quick but he certainly had other plans. He kissed you gently while keeping you in place by placing his hands on your waist. This made your hands travel up to his neck. You noticed how hot his neck was but before you could say anything the sound of his phone ringing made him go out hurriedly. You waved at him when he disappeared behind the corner and run to catch a lift.

You decided to brush off your observations and just spend your day as you planned. You packed your bag and headed over to one of your favorite coffee shops nearby in order to study for upcoming exams.

The day was perfect for studying; the weather recently became warmer so everybody around you wore light outerwear finally saying goodbye to winter clothing. Once you sat down and ordered your beverage you started revising the chapters that were the most problematic.

No matter how much you study you just don’t seem to get your head around that specific subject. Anytime you had problems with some questions you had Jake who was always willing to help you with hard topics.

You didn’t even notice how much you started thinking about him when you noticed your phone started ringing. Looking at the caller ID you smiled seeing Jungwon’s name.

“Jungwon! What’s up?” you asked taking a sip from your cup.

“Y/n, are you busy right now?” His serious tone made you nervous. You left the cup aside and answered.

“No, is everything okay?”

The other side was quiet for a while when he spoke: “Well it’s about Jake.” His words made you even more anxious, knowing what he was going to say next, but instead of Jungwon’s voice, you heard Jay.

“Y/n could you maybe come and pick him up? He really doesn’t feel the best.”

Not wanting to make them wait you almost immediately raised from your seat and went straight home.

“I’ll be there soon.” Not waiting for his response you ended the call and ran to your apartment, where you left your books and took the keys to your car. Driving through almost whole Seoul was quite problematic at this hour, with roads packed making you stay in long lines of cars. Once you arrived at his company’s adress you quickly got out of your car and ran to the entrance.

“Y/n!” You noticed Sunoo calling your name and waving at you smiling brightly. “That’s such a relief that you could come here. Honestly I’ve never seen him in such state. I mean, it’s not that bad! But, you know him, he always tends to neglect his problems, especially health ones,” he spoke quickly while walking with you to the elevator. His words made you regret that you had let him go today to work.

Both of you arrived at the right floor, and headed to Enhypen’s practice room. First thing you noticed was somebody’s figure laying on the floor covered with what seemed to be Sunghoon’s and Jay’s hoodies. Soon realizing it was Jake lying under the pile of clothes you run up to him. You squatted next to him and placed your hand on his forehead. You were shocked how hot his skin felt against the palm of your hand.

“Thank God you’re here,” said Heeseung walking up to you. “He kept on trembling even during the practice,” he spoke while pointing clothes he was covered by. “Was he okay when he was leaving for work?”

His question made you cover your face in your hands. “No, he wasn’t. But he told me he’ll be fine. Gosh, I shouldn’t have let him go out today!”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Heeseung laughed a bit and patted your shoulder slightly. “It’s not your fault, you know that. He’s stupid for neglecting things like this,” he said making Jake open his eyes a bit.

“Hey, not stupid!” he huffed and winced at the pain he felt suddenly in his abdomen.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said taking the clothes off of him and handed them to Heeseung. You helped him get up, heart practically breaking at how shaky and trrembly his fig to sure was. Heeseung helped you with transporting him to your car and you hastily bid your goodbyes.

The ride home was quiet, gulit trip eating you from your insides, feeling ironic pain in your stomach. When both of you arrived to your shared apartment you helped him change clothes into more comfortable and warm ones. You silently checked his temperature and gave him proper medicine. While doing so he kept on looking at you, somewhat apologetically.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly, hoping for negative answer, but instead you pouted and looked at him, brows knitted in a frown.

“Honeslty, I am a bit. You lied to me.”

“I really thought I’ll be better though.” He tried not to giggle at your expression. You looked so cute in his eyes whenever you pouted. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not, stupid. Now I need to make sure you feel better before Bang PD murders me.” You smiled and brushed his hair off his face.

“Hey, not stupid!”

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headcanonenthusiast · 4 months

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Alex Keller x chubby reader headcanons

Guess who's back with a 3rd Alex post in 3 days? These headcanons will be entirely SFW, focusing on a chubbier, gender-neutral reader, because Lord do we need more headcanons on this man, especially with chubby readers 🥲

Just a quick reminder that y'all are beautiful, no matter your weight 💙

Enjoy!

-Ik I mentioned this in my NSFW Alex headcanons, but that one (obviously) was more sexual. But, he will still force you in front of a mirror, even in a non-sexual context, arms hugging you from behind while he whispers in your ear about how beautiful/handsome you are.

-His fingers trail on each and every stretch-mark, observing them with pure delight.

-And if you dare to complain about them, he's shutting that right down.

-"What do you mean you don't like 'em? They make you look like a tiger, and everyone loves tigers."

-"Yeah, but tigers aren't chubby."

-"They can be. And when they are, they're extra cute."

-Probably proceeds to show you this pic as well

-Your belly has become his personal pillow.

-Its also almost like a stress ball to him, too. He'll softly knead at it like dough when y'all are cuddling, pressing kisses to the skin and tickling you with his facial hair.

-When he gets home from a particularly long deployment, all he wants to do is just bury his face in your belly and forget about life for a while.

-Will also ask for pictures of your tummy while he's away. Tells you how much he can't wait to come home and cuddle with you.

-"That belly is the perfect pillow for me, baby. Can't wait to get home and fall asleep on you ❤"

-Absolutely doesn't take anyone shaming you for your body. He probably gets more pissed than you do, but he isn't super confrontational. As much as he'd like to knock the person out, he doesn't, and just leads you away instead.

-If those harsh words get to you, he'll drag you back to the mirror and gently ask you to tell him the specific things you don't like about your body. Then, he'll caress and compliment whatever you point out.

-"What do you mean your thighs are too big? They're literally the softest things in the world. You're nothing short of a warm, cozy pillow, baby. My pillow."

-Also has an obsession with your thighs. Please let him kiss and squeeze them, he'll probably never be happy again if you don't.

-Can't stop touching your stomach. He's also obsessed with that.

-He'll make you feel like the most beautiful/handsome person in the world just with his words, which are always sincere.

-"Hope you know that you've got the best smile, baby doll."

-If you're at a stage in your life where you actually want to lose weight, he hopes you do it for yourself and noone else.

-Always reassures you that he'll love you no matter what you look like.

-"I don't care what you look like, baby. You'll look amazing no matter what you do."

-Will actually help you work-out if you wanna try it. Always there to encourage you and honestly just sees it as more time spent with his wonderful partner.

-Also, he'll only be wearing a thin white shirt and gray shorts while exercising. Do with that what you will 🤭

-Goes clothes shopping with you a lot.

-If you find clothes that you really like but they don't fit, he'll rub your shoulder comfortingly while searching the racks for another size.

-And if the store barely has anything that fits you? He's fuming about it on the way home and then tries to see if he can get you something customized to fit you.

-Enjoys bathing with you just so he has an excuse to touch at and clean your body. Rubs soap all over your tummy and makes sure it's all nice and clean so he can fall asleep on it later.

-Picks you up constantly and grins when it makes you giggle.

-Once when you were especially sleepy and he made breakfast, he simply just scooped you up, carried you to the dining table and grabbed you a plate. You were definitely 100% awake after that.

-His lap is always avaliable for you to sit on.

-Sometimes pouts when you don't sit on it and looks at you with the saddest eyes until you do.

-"Aw, is my lap not comfy enough for you, dolly?"

-And if you insist you'll crush him, he looks at you like you have 5 heads.

-"Thats the craziest thing I've ever heard. Come on, love. Get your pretty/handsome ass over here."

-Pats his thigh when he wants you on his lap, too. His arms immediately wrap around you when you sit on him, giving you a hug so tight it takes your breath away for a sec.

-Never allows a negative word about yourself fall from your mouth.

-"Don't say that, baby. It's not true. Not at all."

-"I wish it wasn't so hard for you to see yourself from my perspective. You're amazing, sweetheart. Always have been and always will be."

-Would absolutely be a wonderful partner overall, no matter your body type or background. Alex genuinely couldn't care less about what you looked like, and would totally throw compliments at you so much you'd get flustered.

Let's gooo another one done! I'm sure y'all can probably tell that I'm chubbier myself, and as such I'm here to provide for my fellow chubby readers out there with content on this wonderful man 🙏

Feel free to leave requests on who I should do next!

#alex keller #alex keller x f!reader #alex keller headcanons #alex keller cod #alex keller x reader #alex keller x male reader #alex keller x y/n #alex keller x you #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #call of duty #this man is so fine #im here to provide for my fellow chubby readers

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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Dirty Work 21

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: have a wonderful day!

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The gate bell buzzes and you rush from the kitchen to answer, the porcelain clinking as you leave it in the sink. You flit into the hall and to the entryway. As you pull the door open, you sense a shadow and turn to see Laufeyson at the top of the stairs. He watches but does not speak. You waver before you find the strength to continue on.

You shut the door gently and try to breathe through your rattling nerves. You don't understand what's going on. The words Laufeyson said still don't make sense to you. He can't mean what you think. You have to be overthinking. Yet the tickle of his touch remains on your skin and fuels your doubts.

How can you say no to him? If you do, he might say the same...

You repress a shudder as you reach the gate and hold the button to roll it back. Ronan steers through in his truck, pulling in just behind Laufeyson's flashy ivory car. You let the gate close and approach the truck bed as the carpenter climbs out.

"Miss," he opens the rear door to grab his bag, "you look nice, special occasion?"

You look down at yourself and wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. It's sunny but it isn't the weather that has you fired up. You force a smile that makes your cheeks twitch.

"Uh, no, they're just...new," you sway as you push your hands behind you, "erm, so I guess... you should get started."

"I should," he checks his watch, a thick leather band with a tarnish face, "I hate to get in the way of your work. Or ruin your fancy clothes."

"Oh, uh, it's not... I'll bring you some water," you offer.

"Hmm," he hums as he shuts the door, "you're too kind for your own good. Nice to see you doing something for yourself for a change."

"I..." you swallow the truth. "Thanks."

"Not that you didn't look good before," he insists.

"Well, I..." you murmur, looking away bashfully.

"I'm talking a lot," he chuckles, "you know where I'll be."

He turns and stalks off towards the house. You blow out a breath as your eyes are drawn to the front door. Mr. Laufeyson stands in the frame, again observing you, his gaze narrowed to slits. He reminds you of a snake in coil about to strike.

The door shuts before you can reach it. You enter and he's gone. It's like some game. You return to the kitchen to finish tidying up the porcelain from tea. You set it away in the glass cabinet and fill a fresh jug of water. As you place it on the patio, Frigga pops her head up from the roses, a healthy bouquet in hand as she snips the stems with a pair of cutters.

"These will be nice in the dining room," she suggests as she shows the white petals, "Maybe a few for the study?"

"Uh, yeah," you plunk down the pitcher and glass. "Did you need any water? This is for the carpenter."

"Oh, he's here?" She says, "I didn't see him. Perhaps I can ask him about the flower boxes."

"Yeah, uh, maybe," you agree, "I'll be, er, upstairs working. Got a lot to catch up on from yesterday."

"No worries at all, darling," she assures you.

You retreat and stumble to get your shoes off once more, mindful of the rules. That's the problem. Everyone is forgetting the rules. Ronan does the gazebo not the flower boxes, you don't wear your shoes in the house, and Loki-- Mr. Laufeyson is just your boss.

You rush up the stairs, nearly too at a time, and reach the top out of breath. You hurry into the library and close yourself up inside. It's just you. It strikes you how much you missed being alone. These last few weeks have felt so crowded. Constricted even.

You finally make yourself sit still. You find it hard not to wriggle in the seat as you watch the laptop screen load. It feels so long ago that you did this. It's all backwards and you don't like it. You like clear lines. You are separate from Mr. Laufeyson. You are below. You have your tasks and he has more important concerns.

You focus on balancing his bills. There are a lot of outstanding invoices. You're still learning how to keep it all organized. You feel a bit out of your depth with all the numbers but you excelled at math all those years before.

A subtle click barely registers but nestles in your ear. You squint at the screen as you watch a tutorial on Excel functions. You're still figuring that out too.

"The carpenter has been dealt with?" Mr. Laufeyson states as much as he asks.

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you confirm and pause the video. You glance behind him at the open door to his study.

"Very good," he says, "he will work faster without distraction."

You nod. You take his point. He is right. It might be better that the project is finished sooner than later. There's a big enough mess, the type you don't know how to clean up.

He strides around the library, perusing the shelves as if they are new to him. He feels along the spines of books and drags his fingers along the wood. You watch him, waiting. For what, you don't know.

"Don't let me distract you," he says without looking at you as he slides out a volume. "As you were."

Your eyes flick down obediently. You try to refocus but forget where you were. You open the ledger to make notes as you restart the video. You can sense him lurking around the room, closer and closer as his silhouette blurs the edge of your vision.

The narrator continues their instruction as you open the transcript to follow along. Mr. Laufeyson inches closer and closer, walking just behind your laptop, then around one side of your desk before doubling back. Again, he looms behind the screen and strolls along the other side. And at once, he's behind you.

You tense as you feel him watching over your head. You keep your hand moving as you take notes, writing down words you don't process. Your pulse thrums in your temples as you feel him leaning over you. His hands rest on your shoulders and he kneads them as you sit frozen.

He bends further and further until you feel his breath on your crown. He nuzzles your hair as his hands trail slowly across your shoulders. They close loosely around your neck as he exhales with a groan. Just like the one you heard earlier.

You gulp against his grip as your pen stills and you stare blankly at the screen, the narrator hazing to a drone and the colours fogging together. You drop the pen and drag your hand up to touch his. He tuts as he lowers his head next to yours, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks.

"I didn't say stop," he slithers as heat scalds over you.

You shiver and remove your hand from his, reaching for the pen instead. You pick it up, trembling as you try to read your own writing, your chin pressing to his knuckle as he tightens his hold on you. It's just scribbles, broken lines and squiggled waves.

"Notice too, you did not either," he whispers against the shell of your ear and draws away, all once releasing you.

You gasp as he swiftly side steps and strides across the room. He retrieves the volume from the shelf and reclines across the chaise, lazily opening the pages with a sigh. You stare at him as he lingers, engrossing himself in the book as you forget all about the spreadsheets and negative balances.

👠

Mr. Laufeyson leaves without a word. A taunt in its own right. He’s toying with you impeccably. His every move, his every glance, even something as careless as breathing is a statement. He’s watching. He’s waiting. For something…

Your frustration boils over and you snap shut the lid of the laptop. You haven’t been able to focus since his intrusion. The weight of his hands on your throat remains even with him gone. At moments, it feels as if you are truly being strangled.

You get up and resign yourself to something less complicated. You near the door and stop to peek at the one attached to the study. It’s open still but you wouldn’t think to peer through it. Is he there still? Listening? Expecting something?

You go into the hall and descend, each step expecting Laufeyson to call you back, to reproach you for straying. You reach the bottom without obstacle and exhale. You hear noise in the kitchen and follow it.

Frigga is there, placing a rectangle tray on the counter. She is comfortable as she moves around lightly. She knows where everything is as she arranges her ingredients and tools. You admire her. You wish you had that confidence, especially now as you drown in uncertainty.

“Oh, darling, wonderful timing,” she praises as she looks up, “I thought to do some cooking before I go. I’m sure you know Loki is rather avoidant of doing so himself. Why don’t you join, hm?”

You blink and hesitate, glancing over your shoulder. It isn’t exactly work.

“Don’t you fret for him, if he has issue, I will take it up with him,” she dismisses your unspoken doubts. “Come, come, I want to share with you my best recipes.”

“Okay,” you cross to her. She is undeniable, besides, you don’t think Laufeyson would be pleased to hear if you were to reject his mother.

“Beer-marinated pork,” she announces, “roasted turnip and some hand-made bread, of course.”

You nod and twiddle your fingers. You’ve never had beer-marinated anything. Well, your culinary experience is lacking.

“Family recipes,” she explains, “adapted over the years. There was a time the bread was baked on rocks and the turnip would be roasted over embers. Imagine.”

She trills and spins around, gathering more supplies for her growing array. As she faces the counter again, she sighs.

“I much rather prefer the modern methods, of course. Not so tedious and Loki has ensured the best,” she goes to the stacked ovens embedded in the wall and sets the temperature, leaving the upper one to preheat. “A pity, such a nice kitchen and it’s barely used. That cook of his… she doesn’t know our recipes.”

You listen, too anxious to summon any sort of comment. She doesn’t seem to notice as she carries the conversation smoothly.

“Do you cook? You must,” she answers her own question, “we will make enough for you to take home for your father. If he can’t stomach beer, I can make a sauce.”

“Oh, that’s… that’s okay–”

“I insist,” she overrides you, “it’s a labour of love for me. I love cooking. That is the one thing Sif– his ex-wife wasn’t fond of. She was always at the stable.”

You nod, trying to unravel the story from the stray threads. Little by little, you learn more of the woman who used to live here. In your head, she is sophisticated and splendid. And the way the speak of her, they seem to mourn her as much as you do your own mother.

“We will need onion and some spices, we’ll mix it in with the beer for our marinade,” she instructs, “a bowl…” she turns to take a silver bowl from the nested stack.

She puts it before you and directs you. She stands back as she lets you do it yourself. It’s nice to have the simple tasks set out one by one, even if it feels as if she’s judging your every move. You submerge the pork chops to marinate and she turns your attention to the turnip.

“Be careful chopping, turnips can be difficult,” she girds.

You shy away from the large knife and the hard rutabaga. It’s not easy to saw through as you rock the knife this way and that. You only get halfway through before the blade sticks immovably.

“Allow me,” she takes over and with a jerk, finishes the chop. The turnip splits in two as the knife meets the thick cutting board. “A bit of elbow grease…”

“Mother, what are you up to?” Laufeyson enters with a hand in one pocket.

“Oh, you know, dear, I can’t leave you without dinner.”

“I have a cook,” he counters.

“Mmm, yes, but nothing like a homemade meal,” she tisks.

He looks at you as he nears. You wipe your hands on a dish cloth and wring it tight. Frigga continues on unbothered, turning one half of the turnip on its flat side and chopping it into chunks.

“She’s helping,” she says, “please don’t take her from me.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he shrugs, his lips slightly curving.

“You were thinking it,” she huffs, “she can take some time to cook. Perhaps, she should do so regularly. It would save you money.”

“But not time. She has other tasks.”

“You being the most onerous,” Frigga chirps as she transfers the chunks into the pan.

“Perhaps,” he does not look away from you as you twist the dish cloth to its limit. He slips his hand from his pocket and lets it brush up his shirt, “I am what you raised me to be.”

“I was saying to the darling earlier,” she ignores his snipe, “the next time you visit, you might bring her along.”

“Eh, next time…” Laufeyson swallows as his lips fall straight, “maybe…”

“You are going to visit, aren’t you?” Frigga whines, “you and your father, I don’t know why you just can’t get along.”

“I tried, mother, I did. You saw–” he stops himself, “it doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Very much. You’re family.”

“Are we? He’s disowned me more than he’s ever claimed me.”

“You’re too much alike, that’s your problem,” she chides, “and you’re both too stubborn to see it.”

“We will discuss this another time,” he says as he peeks at you again, “in private.”

“Should I…” you begin.

“Stay,” Frigga and her son command at the same time.

“I’m not sending her home empty-handed,” Frigga says, “so you will drive her home, yes? It will be too much to take on the bus.”

“Why, of course,” he accepts, “it would be my pleasure.”

“Mm, and the carpenter, he fixed the flower boxes already. A few loose nails,” she grins, “nice man, that one. I might recommend him to your father.”

Laufeyson pokes his tongue out as he squints. He turns his gaze back on you. You miss when he barely looked at you, when he hardly even acknowledged your existence. And yet, you're just the same. You can't say a word.

“I haven’t dealt with him much,” he says pointedly, “that is the house manager’s concern.”

“Probably better off,” Frigga snickers, “she won’t drive him away.”

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