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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Alone again - Naturally

Summary: Even around your so-called friend you are alone.

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, loner reader, introvert reader, flirty Clark, low self-esteem, almost accident, fluff, Lois bashing

Alone again. Naturally.

You should’ve known better than to go out with your so-called friend.

A few years back Lois Lane was your best friend. Now you are only an excuse for her to go to a bar or attend a party without one of her flings.

She always was the one drawing all the attention toward her person. In high school, during your freshman year and after you landed your first job at a cat magazine.

Lois Lane. The rising star.

You have always been in her shadow, and this will never change. If you are shy, meek, and introverted, people easily overlook you.

Just like tonight. Lois is once again the center of the party. She chuckles loudly and bathes in the attention she gets from the men in the room.

You sigh deeply, wishing you didn’t follow her invitation to the party her employer throws only for her.

Her latest article got all the attention, while your job led to nothing but articles about birthdays, other people’s weddings, and missing cats.

Your career is just like your love life – non-existent.

Her laughter fills the room, and when she looks your way you hope Lois will save you from drowning in self-pity. Sadly, she turns her back on you to talk to someone else than you.

She always does this. Sometimes you believe she’s the cruelest person on the planet. Maybe she only keeps you around to show you how much better her life is.

“I’ve never seen you around here,” crap, someone found you standing in the corner. Now you have to engage in small talk. You wring your hands and force a smile on your face. “Hi, I’m Clark Kent.”

“Hi,” you glance at his offered hand and murmur your name. “I’m not working here.”

“I got that,” he flashes you a stunning smile. “I assume one of the gentlemen brought his charming girlfriend with him. A shame he left you here.”

“Oh, no,” you shake your head. “Lois invited me and she’s…” You bite your tongue. This man is a stranger, and you don’t want him to believe you are the kind of person talking behind your friend’s back. “She’s busy and I’m not much of a partygoer.”

“Honestly, I came here to hide in the shadows. I’m not much of a partygoer myself,” he grins and finally drops his hand. “So, what do you do for a living.”

“I’m a…” You are embarrassed to admit that you are working for an unimportant online magazine that barely anyone reads. “I write articles.”

“Oh, I’d like to read some. Where can I read them?” He gives you a soft smile. “Anything I should read first?”

“I write about missing cats and such,” you drop your eyes to avert his gaze. “Nothing important like you and Lois. I guess no one even reads the things I write.”

“I’d still like to read your articles.”

“It’s fine, really,” you sniff, and wring your hands again. “I know that the things I write about are boring. No one wants to know about Miss Fluffy ending up stuck in the neighbor’s car. You don’t want to read the things I wrote about.”

“Never underestimate your talent,” Clark tries to cheer you up, but you don’t believe a single word leaving his lips. “I’m sure you are a very good author.”

“No. I’m not.” Your fake smile drops. “I know my place, Mr. Kent.” You get defensive and step back. “You should go back to the party and talk to more interesting people.”

“What about?” He asks as you try to find a way to sneak out of the room without drawing any attention toward you. “Why don’t you come with me and talk to some of the people in the room?”

“I told you, I’m not much of a partygoer, or good at making small talk,” you wince at your words. You sound like the pathetic loser you are in your opinion. “Uh-I should go now.”

“What about Lois?” Clark takes a step toward you. “Don’t you want to say goodbye to her at least?”

You glance at Lois and quickly avert her gaze. She’s not in the mood to hold your hand or talk to you. “I think she’s good without me.” Your voice cracks. “I don’t even know why she invited me.”

“Wait—” Clark tries to stop you, but you hurriedly make your way toward the exit. “Y/N, don’t just go.”

You are out of breath when you finally leave the building. Feeling like a fool for coming here to watch Lois celebrate another milestone in her career.

Before you can go back and apologize to her for leaving without saying goodbye, you hurriedly cross the street.

One moment you want to reach the other side, and the next a car speeds toward you. You gasp, and close your eyes, waiting for the impact.

You don’t feel the car hit you, and you don’t end up dead on the street. You’re suddenly high up in the air, clutching Superman’s suit.

“You should be more careful.”

“I-“ you look up at the superhero you heard so much about. Rumors said that he was dating Lois Lane not so long ago too. At least you read an article telling you so. “Clark?” You furrow your brows as the same soft eyes you saw not moments ago look back at you. “How…?”

“What? I—” He seems to be confused. You’re the first person to uncover his secret. “Y/N, you can’t just run over the street. That’s dangerous.”

“Okay,” you hastily say. I mean, you are floating above a building, your life in a stranger’s hands, and you won't argue with him. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“You can worry me any time,” he wraps one arm around you to bring you closer to his chest. “How about I bring you home?”

“Does…uh…Lois know about your secret identity?” You can’t stop yourself from babbling.

“No,” he whispers lowly. “I guess she wouldn’t have left Clark Kent if she knew I got a secret,” Clark smirks when you look at him with wide, fearful eyes.

“You won’t drop me, right? I swear I won’t tell anyone about your secret.” You claw at him. “No one would listen to me anyway.”

“Do you honestly believe I’d drop you?” He quirks a brow.

“No…I mean…you’re a hero…right?” You pout. “I didn’t want to find out. It’s just…your eyes give you away.”

“I should wear sunglasses from now on,” he laughs while floating toward the next building to land on the rooftop. “If you promise to not tell anyone about my secret, I believe you. And I won’t drop you, sweetness.”

“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully. “Did you date Lois as Superman too?”

He laughs now. “No. She didn’t know we were the same person. Lois broke up with me for Superman and the stories she wanted to write about him.”

“Oh, that’s awful,” you pat his chest, admiring its firmness. “I’m sorry this happened to you. Sometimes she’s just…” You trail off while patting his chest. “You know…”

“Let me bring you home,” Clark stops you from defending your friend. “Please.”

“Can we…uh…walk?”

“I’m already in my suit and got no clothes to change back into Clark,” he lies. Clark could easily change back into his alter ego, but he’d love to fly you home.

“Does this mean you want to fly?” You suck in a breath. “Do you have a seat belt or something?”

“I’ll bring you home safely, Y/N.” You end up back in his arms. This time you sling your arms around him and hold tight onto Clark for dear life. You close your eyes and hide your face in his chest.

You squeak when he pushes off the building. “Now that you know about my secret, do you want to fly with me again someday?”

“Uh-“ you blink your eyes open but still claw at him. “If you bring me home safely, we can do this again.”

“It’s a date then,” he smiles and flies into the night, making a detour to hold you a little longer…

Part 2: Not alone any longer

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yeosatinyngz · 2 months

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VOICE OF A DEVIL

Continuation of Sylus’s “Melodic Weave” memory

↳GN Reader | ⚠️Spoilers for Melodic Weave⚠️

A/N: This is my first time writing for Sylus and I’m not that confident, apologies in advance

Running into Sylus during your team outing was something you didn’t expect. However, what you least expected was this current moment where he was joining your team’s karaoke session.

It was surprise after surprise as now you were somehow forced to sing a duet with the white haired male. “This is the first time I’m performing a duet with someone. You always let me experience new things.” Sylus’s words caused your coworkers to burst into teasing cheers, sending your heart into overdrive.

The curiosity of his singing got the best of you. His speaking voice was already music to your ears, you wondered just how alluring his deep and smooth voice would sound while singing.

As he lifted the microphone up towards his mouth, you waited with anticipation as his mouth opened to sing, only to be greeted with a sound that quickly shattered the expectation you were fantasizing just a few seconds ago.

The excruciating silence was quickly overtaken by Alex and Lois quickly excusing themselves. Following after, Tara spits out an, “Skye is really interesting…But let’s not ask him to sing again. Bye!” before hurriedly rushing out of the room leaving you alone with the tone deaf man. YOU TRAITORS you mentally cursed.

“They sure left in a hurry, guess it’s just us now huh?” He says while looking down at you with a smirk. “Yeah, I think it’s about time I leave too.” You let out an awkward laugh while getting up. Of course you could never have your way when Sylus is involved, he yanks you back down on the couch.

“Trying to run away, sweetie? I haven’t finished singing yet.” Before everyone left, someone paused the song almost immediately after Sylus started singing, stopping him from singing any further.

“Pfft I’m not running away…I just have some errands I forgot about.” He irked his eyebrow up, not buying the excuse you just came up with. “Fine, continue on.” You sighed in defeat as he unpaused the song.

You convinced yourself that you were going to endure his singing, however as soon as you heard the uncoordinated sounds coming out of his mouth your walls of fortitude came crashing down.

You quickly snatched the microphone out of his hand and tossed it behind you. Unfortunately that didn’t stop the awful noises still coming out of his mouth so you resorted to clamping your hands over his mouth, trying your best to block out furthermore of his voice.

Before you could celebrate your victory, Sylus licked your hand causing you to retract your hands back in shock. “Ew, why’d you do that?” You exclaimed in disgust while wiping your Sylus-infected hand on his shirt to get rid of his saliva. “You started this little game, I was simply just finishing it.” He nonchalantly said with that notorious smirk of his.

Out of nowhere he summoned another microphone, wasting not a single second in continuing on singing. Just how long is his part?! I don’t think my ears can take anymore of this. Desperately trying to save your ears from the torture of Sylus’s vocal abilities you thought of one last idea.

You grabbed his face and slammed your lips onto his. You weren’t taking any more chances at this point, you were gonna shut him up for good. Desperately clinging onto his lips, you brought a hand behind his head, pushing him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel the smirk forming on his lips as his mouth moves in sync with yours, his arm finding its way around your waist pulling you much closer. Sylus is quick to bite your lower lip resulting in you parting your lips to give his tongue access into your mouth.

It’s not long before you both part away from each other, panting from the intense lip locking. You looked up, locking your eyes with a pair of crimson eyes dripping with utter amusement.

“Care to explain what that was about?” “Your singing was damaging my ears so I had to shut you up one way or another” you bluntly stated. Sylus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “Oh how your words wound me sweetie” he said while feigning hurt. “You know you could’ve just told me the truth instead of resorting to these overly complicated methods of yours” quickly adding, “However, I didn’t mind the make out session.”

You cover your face out of embarrassment while muttering out, “Not another word.” “Make me” he says with that seductive voice of his and you swear this man is going to be the death of you. You were quick to deliver a smack to his arm as he erupts into laughter. Sylus thought you were just too cute to not tease.

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helloaft0n · 4 months

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TNMN Characters getting comforted by the doorman (you) <3 and them comforting you!!

Context: tbh they just see you as their fav person, and their guardian <33

Roman Stilnsky: If he ever felt like crying, and Lois wasn’t home, he would come over to your office, perhaps after shift, to tell you about his feelings. He would cry into your arms, as you’d slowly pat his back. You’d give him a small, yet platonic kiss on his head, to cheer him up!! <3

He would probably hold you gently if you ever got stressed from your shift. If you ever got hurt by one of those nasty doppelgängers, he’d ask his wife to come over and help you aswell, while running his slender things fingers across your soft hair. He cares about you just as much as he cares about Lois. <3

Lois Stilnsky: Whenever she’d come back extremely sad, she would cry into your shoulder, while muttering sad gibberish to herself. She’d probably even burst out crying during the checkout in the doorman booth. She sometimes easily falls asleep, so she might accidentally fall into a deep sleep in your comfortable grip, as she is a deep sleeper! <3

She would probably bake something for you, perhaps a small treat like a few biscuits and muffins, if you ever felt like you were too stressed. She’d whisper great things about you, and how you are one of the most bravest people, since you kill doppelgängers. She’d happily accept you falling asleep in her arms, as she would lay you somewhere comfortable enough, after a few minutes of your peaceful breaths.. <3

Robertsky Peachman: He would quietly enter your office, sitting down next to you, and then gently hold onto your arm. He feels like that you would get annoyed by his sadness. But once he learnt that you would listen no matter, he began to cry his thoughts to you, while clinging onto your arm tightly, and laying his cheek against your shoulder. He would then give you a kiss peck on your cheek, as he’d become less sad just by your overall presence. <3

He’s always there for you, no matter the situation! If you ever felt like crying, he can already sense it, as he would quickly come up to you, and hug you, making you cry right then and there. He would pat your back, brushing your silky-smooth hair, and holding you close to his chest. Even if he isn’t a good baker, he would bake ANYTHING for you, just to make you feel better… <3

Albertsky Peachman: Same with Robertsky, he would quietly enter, but he would quickly hug you, and burst out crying. He would lay down on your lap, as you stroke his spiky, yet soft hair. He would even cry into your lap aswell!! If he was EXTREMELY stressed, then he would probably enter, hug you, and immediately pass out, his arms tangled in your body, as he rests there gently, on your stomach! <3

You were sad? Too stressed from all those pesky doppelgängers trying to kill you and your residents? Well, Albertsky would always find time to invite you over to his and his brother’s apartment! There, you can make yourself comfortable, as he lays his hands on your shoulder gently, massaging the back of your neck. Just like Robertsky, he would try to bake, though he’s a little better at that!

Angus Ciprianni: Maybe after a long, tiring day at work, he would sometimes enter your office, and lay his head against your shoulder tenderly. You would him a little song, and he would relax to full intent. He would definitely hug into your chest <3

He would rock you back and forth if you ever wanted to cry, you can always cry in his presence, he wouldn’t mind… He would lay you, and himself down somewhere, while keeping your head to his chest gently… <3

Elenois Sverchzt: Immediately after entering your office, she would collapse right onto your lap, hugging your torso so tightly, you probably wouldn’t be able to breathe. She’d rant and rant about her problems, as she hides your face in your hair, as you pat her head gently… <3

And if you ever felt extremely lonely, she would always be there to cheer you up, as she plays with a few strands of your hair. She and her sister would definitely invite you over to their apartment, for a little chat, and perhaps a movie, as you and Elenois snuggle happily… <3

Selenne Sverchzt: Same with Elenois, she’d collapse on you, but instead, on your chest. She’d nuzzle into the crook of your neck occasionally, as she puts her full weight onto you. She falls asleep easily, so once you put your comforting hands around her, she’d be out in a minute, snoring softly.. <3

Same with her sister, she’s always there for you! And she would hum a few, soft melodies into your ear, and share your and her memories together, while hugging all comfortable in her apartment. She would give you a few treats, and a few sweets, she’s hoping you would be back to your happy self again..!

Arnold Schmicht: He would sit against the wall of your office for a bit, before he eventually goes up and hugs you tightly, since he has a little social anxiety.. he cries and cries over again in your neck, as he sniffles hard. You were always there for him, even when his wife wasn’t here.

If you even felt a tiny bit sad, he would force you under a comfy blanket, as he reads you a small story that he had wrote during his job. Rubbing your cheeks slowly, as he brushed away those salty tears of yours, keeping you close to him.. <3

Gloria Schmicht: She’s one hell of crier. Once she cries, she isn’t able to stop, unless you give her a little hug, and a small kiss against her tender skin. She’d let you ruffle her curly hair, as she slowly rests in your arms, like a little bird seeking shelter from rain. You would try and tell her jokes, as she laughs along to them.

She would bake you a few lovely treats, and possibly she would tell you a story that her husband had wrote! She would get all of the residents to write a card, for being ‘the best doorman!’ In the end, she would cuddle and snuggle you, up to the point where you will be too tired…

Izaack Gauss: He would silently just stand at the entrance of the door. When you tell him to come in, he would sit next to you, not so close, but not so far away. But after a minute or so, he would burst out in tears, and hug your side, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He’d tell you about all of his problems and fears, but mainly about how scared he is of doppelgängers replacing him.. <3

He would let you lay on his chest, as he brushes his fingers against your scalp, almost like a massage. If you don’t wanna move or anything, he’d force you up, as you lay in his arms, carrying you somewhere more comfortable.. he hopes you are relaxed… <3

Margarette Bubbles: If she was ever feeling down, she would go to your office for a bit of nice advice to cheer her up. You would suggest a few nice games, as she’d join in. She would lay against your chest, as she hugs your head, crying in your loving embrace.. <3

As for you, she would tenderly wrap a soft blanket around you, as she hugs you tightly, allowing you to cry on her hug. She’d wrap her hands around your neck, kissing your head gently every now and then. She would also sing some comforting lullabies into your ear.. <3

Nacha Mikaelys: She would always come crying over to you, even if her daughter was home. She’s a VERY tight hugger, so it will defo be a challenge to get her off of you, as she lays her cheek against your shoulder. You’d rub her back, as she sniffs and sniffles against your warm touch. <3

She would bake a BUNCH of treats for you, laying them down onto the desk. She would let you sit on her lap, as she places her own head into your neck, while petting your head, and holding onto your arm softly. Oh, she’d tell you how amazing you are!!

Anastacha Mikaelys: Even if she ever felt sad, she’d get embarrassed if you saw her so vulnerable. She would come in your office, with a saddened expression, though no tears. She would then sit in your office, as she leans back with a sigh. After a while, she would go sit next to you, as the most she’ll do is just hold your hand carefully.

She would probably be forced to TRY and bake something, and it would actually come at nice! To cheer you up, she’d show you a few things that she’d done at school! In efforts of cheering you up, as she hands you the baked goods she had done with her mother.

Mia Stone: Maybe, she would usually get really tired, especially after teaching a bunch of kids everyday. So if her Fiancé wasn’t home, she’d come over to your office, to maybe a nice, and quick chat, along with advice. In the end, you would end up hugging and cuddling her, nuzzling into her cheek, as she sits on your lap comfortably. One hell of a crier aswell.

Maybe if you were feeling a bit worn out, she would probably come to you, then kinda hold you in her grip tightly, as a reads a nice little book to you!!! <3 Just like you would do to her, she would hug and cuddle you, nuzzling into your hair instead, as she keeps you up against her lap. Oh, the beauty.. <3

Dr W Afton: Even if you can’t really see his eyes, you can definitely tell by his wet, and reddish cheeks. As he makes his way to your office, he would immediately hug you tight as soon as he sees that you are free. Sometimes, his hugs could last half and hour, as you gently caress his hair, and him burrowing his face in your hair aswell. After a bit, he would just resolve to holding hands, if he feels better!!! <3

He would definitely keep you sitting on his lap if you felt down. He would even go as far as to read a few books and stories, in hopes of cheering you up!! Not only that. He would ALSO stroke your hair like a loving father, as he forced you to lay down, either on a comfy pillow, or against his lap, as he gives a nice little kiss onto your cheek, or your nose, and even your forehead!! <3

Francis Mosses: Ah, since he's always so tired, you would easily be able to see if his eyebags had gotten even darker, which meant he got even LESS sleep, and his eyes were red too... he literally jumps into the air, landing in your arms, as he snuggles against your arms like a cat, while crying. You would put on his hat onto your head, a way of trying to cheer him up and making him laugh, which sometimes helps!! Oh. He then passes out in your embrace, snoring so softly... <33

Even if he isn't the best at comforting people, he would always try his best with you! He would try and give you the sweetest, and the most cool milk he has with him, as he pats your back slowly, while whispering things like 'your the best doorman here..' and 'thank you so much for protecting us…' as he lays his chin against your shoulder, or against your fluffy hair, or his hat, on your head... <3

Steven Rudboys: Though he isn't much of a crier, he would definitely show some signs of sadness, like a shaky voice, and trembling hands and feet. He would sit beside you, as he just hugs you from the side, laying his on your shoulder, as he places his glasses onto his head. After a few good minutes, he would turn into full cuddling you, as he snuggles even deeper against that comfortable, warm touch of yours!! <3

He’s do an ambush hug from behind, as well as yelling ‘SURPRISE’!!! He would do anything to cheer up one his best friends, even if that means he has to keep you close to his chest, not letting you go. If he has any toy planes, he would make you play with him, as you later enjoy it!!! <3

Mclooy Rudboys: He’s not much of a crier, so he would enter your office, and then just sit beside you. He’s also a very much of a yapper, so he will talk about all of his problems, no matter if your bored or not, but probably not, cuz your always there for your neighbours!!! <33

And for you, he would also force you into a hug, and just start yapping about random things, and his greatest achievements. He would occasionally give you a pat on the back, as well as a pat on the shoulder, as a sign of total gratitude to you!!

Alf Cappuccin: Now I’m sure that being a lawyer is hard, and who does he choose if Rafttellyn ain’t home? You ofc!!! He would slowly make his way over to you, as he sits next to you, just hugging himself, and crying in his own arms. You are basically forced to hug him and comfort him, but hey, he doesn’t mind. <3

He’s not that good of a comforter, but he WILL try his best to make you feel happy again!!! At most, he’ll just tell you funny stories, and an occasional pat on the back, as well as the pat on the head. He doesn’t want you to feel left out!!! <3

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: Like Alf, all she will do is sit next to you, and just hug herself, placing her handbag right next to your foot. Although this time, you don’t really have to force a hug, as she hugs you after a minute or two. After that long hug, she’ll hold your hand, just crying into the crook of your neck! She can always rely on you, if her husband wasn’t home… <3

And just like Alf again, she’s not that good of a comforter, but she’s a REALLY good yapper, so good that she makes you smile! <3 She’d cuddle up with you for a bit, as she keeps your head close to her warmth, as well as stroking your locks of hair.. <3

Sometimes I don’t post so often, bc dead motivation lol!!! But don’t worry, I’ll still be posting art and fanart, I might also add a few little fanfics!! (I don’t usually write NSFW, I like ones where it ends with the character just comforting you!!! :))

Also some of these are my headcannons

bye guys

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spider-jaysart · 2 years

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Au idea where Jon works as a part time barista at a Metropolis cafe as a teenager, trying to make some extra money during the summer so that he can buy this new video game console that was just recently released

And he also has a crush on this favorite customer of his (a customer that's been his favorite ever since he had first saw them step foot into the place), which is Damian Wayne

And he always gets Damian's name wrong when writing it down on his coffee cup all the time on purpose before handing it to him, misspelling it in many ways like:

Damien

Demian

Demion

Damon

Damion

Damen

Damiian

Damiane

He would do this so that he can keep having an excuse to have extra talk with him at the counter, since he knows that it will make Damian upset that he keeps misspelling it everytime, making Damian come back to the counter everytime to (fustratingly) remind him that he spelled his name wrong once again

Though, after a few times of doing this, Jon begins to realize that this little idea of his is beginning to make Damian dislike him and think of him as an idiot, and might possibly make him want to make him leave to another coffee shop if he keeps being annoying like this, which isn't something that he wants to happen at all

So he comes up with a new idea, which is hiding the things from the front counter like, the sugar packets, straws, the little stirrers, napkins, cup lids, plastic spoons, forks, and knives, so that he'll have another excuse to keep having extra talk with him, and when Damian asks where they are, he'll just say that they must've ran out and checks under his side of the counter to "check for more" and hands the items that are needed to him when he does

Though, after a short time of doing these annoying little ideas of his, Jon begins to realize how silly everything he's been doing is and decides that it's time to stop being ridiculous and time to actually take some real action

So later in the day, as he's on his 30 minute lunch break at the cafe, Jon finally properly introduces himself to Damian after walking up to his table to serve him his order on a tray instead of calling him to go pick it up at the counter himself like usual

Though, Damian is already kind of usually annoyed with Jon at this point due to him always getting his name wrong everytime before and him having to always correct him about it, so he doesn't really feel much like starting an actual conversation with him, though as they begin to continue talking to eachother, Damian is soon charmed by Jon's humorous and cheerful personality and begins to actually not mind talking to him so much, thinking to himself "I guess he's actually not that annoying after all."

They begin to continue talking with eachother everyday during Jon's lunch breaks at the cafe, getting to know eachother more and more as they continue to chat, both of them quickly becoming friends after a while of doing this

And after a while of Jon working at the cafe now and after making enough money to buy the new video game console that he's been dreaming of getting, he decides to use that money to take Damian out on a date instead

So he tries to gain the courage to ask the older boy out, feeling nervous that he might say no, but he surprisingly says the opposite, actually responding to him with a "Yes." , filling the taller one's stomach with butterflies when he did

After planning the time and day for their upcoming date with eachother, Jon excitedly goes home after leaving work and asks Lois and Clark for help on making him look fancy for his special day out with his crush

Clark helps him get a suit by giving him one of his nice old ones from his closet and Lois tries her best to comb his messy steel hair (she fails though)

Once they're both done, Jon takes a look into the mirror and is happy with how he looks for his date

He then checks the time on his watch and sees that it's almost time to go and quickly gives his parents a hug, thanking them for their help

And as he's on his way to meet up with Damian, he stops by a flower shop and buys some Amaryllis flowers there, since Damian had told him before that they were his favorite during one of their conversations at the cafe

After that, he continues to keep going on his path and finally meets up with Damian

He hands him the flowers with blushful cheeks and a bright sweet smile, getting a surprised reaction from the shorter one in response, causing him to also grow blushing red cheeks on his face as well as he happily grabs them for himself to hold

They begin to get caught up in conversation with eachother as they walk off to their destination together and go out to the best restaurant in Metropolis and have a great time that night. They later become boyfriends after a week

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supermanshield · 1 year

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superbat fic where theyre trying to wrangle everyones busy schedule? jl meetings, galas, someones birthday dinner, someones recital, theres a lot to account for lol

Oh anon, you know this is my favourite trope for superbat! <3 Thank you for the ask and sorry it took a while, but here it is. And I really let myself go, didn't count the words but it's way more than 100.

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"Tonight?"

"I can't, Damian's teacher wants to speak to me. Again." Bruce sighed and flicked through the calendar on his phone. Almost every day was completely filled with appointments, meetings, league meetings, monitor duty, patrol time. Hmm... "How about Saturday morning?"

"I go running with Lois, you know that. And you probably won't be awake, anyway."

"You could just... start without me."

"Bruce!" The people at the table next to them looked up. Clark shut his mouth and sat back, embarrassed. Bruce went back to his phone. Clark still carried around a paper agenda, for some reason, and flicked through that.

"Saturday evening is Cass' ballet recital...."

"We definitely can't miss that," Clark confirmed. Bruce shook his head in agreement.

"Sunday you've got the annual Zenith Awards and Gala. Hmm."

Clark groaned. "I wouldn’t mind missing that one. Or sneak out during. I don't need to hear Luthor talk all evening."

"As one of the nominees? Clark, no. I'll be there to cheer you on, and protect you from the big bad Lex by talking over him."

Clark chuckled. "You're the best." His face lit up. "Oh. So after, we could sneak out together..."

"Won't do. It'll be too late by then.” He lowered his voice. “and I'll have to go straight to patrol."

"And Monday I've got a late monitor shift. Tuesday Dick's coming over for dinner, Wednesday..."

"Board meeting, you know that."

Clark nodded. "Right. Thursday I promised to help Jon... up north," he said, indicating the direction of the fortress with his eyebrows. He sat back, defeated, staring at his agenda. "So that's it, no time at all this week? Not even a little gap somewhere? I can be quick."

"And that's not always a good thing, Kent." Clark almost choked on his coffee. If he could. "And this is not even counting any..." Bruce looked over at the other table, lowered his volume so only Clark could hear. "Any of the unexpected things we deal with." Clark nodded solemnly, and leaned over the table closer to Bruce. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Supervillains could visit, or break out, or natural disasters could occur. They were used to dropping everything at a moment's notice when they were needed. It was the rest of their lives that were so busy.

"This was to be expected with four full-time jobs and 9 children between us," Bruce concluded, leaning over the table as well, meeting Clark halfway to put his glasses back on his face.

"I can't believe it's come to this already. We have to plan our sex time."

"If you call it sex time again, we might not have to plan it at all anymore, Clark."

Clark couldn't hold back a laugh at that. He brushed some hair out of Bruce's face. His mouth was curved in a genuine smile, a smirk he usually only saw in the bedroom. He still couldn't believe they had finally gotten together, and he was so happy with Bruce in his life, but it was hard sometimes, to keep meeting halfway and around their schedules, between battles and fights and missions, and daily life.

Bruce perked up suddenly, eyes opening wide. "Clark," he said. "What are we doing?"

Clark frowned. "A date? Just two regular guys on a date?"

"And what could we be doing."

A lightbulb came on in Clark's head, but he wasn't convinced yet. "Hey, a date is important too. I don't want our relationship to only consist of quickies in the broom closet."

"I agree," Bruce said hastily, and it warmed Clark's heart. "But we just established that you won't get any of me for at least a week, so I choose sex. Right now. We still have an hour." He stared intently into Clark’s eyes.

"Okay." Clark took a sip of the coffee that they were about to abandon, and held up one finger. "But only if you stay in bed with me after."

“Fine,” Bruce grumbled, but the skip in his heartbeat was unmistakable.

Bruce paid for their coffees quickly, while Clark waited with his jacket by the door. As they left the little café, he could hear the couple that had sat next to them talking over their food.

“Ahh, young love,” the woman mused.

“Dear, those guys were at least in their forties.”

“You have no sense of romance, Derrick.”

Clark smiled, jogging after Bruce into the alleyway to take him home.

#sorry if there are any mistakes i wrote this in an hour just now #superbat #write write #asks #anon #prompts

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happilyhertale · 2 years

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Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 5

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut as well as Violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me.

The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

18+ NSFW

Word count: 3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Other stories of mine

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Tom helps you with your morning chores because you're a bit behind now. But not without giving you a few kisses now and then. But every time his hands want to roam over your body, you take a step away from him. Then a smile curls his lips and he starts chasing you around the house. Eventually he catches you every time and wraps his arms tightly around you. You can't stop it and are showered with kisses. It's not that you don't enjoy it when he touches you. But you don't trust yourself as soon as he touches you. As soon as his hands explore your body, you can no longer think clearly. And you're a bit afraid that Lois might ask why the work isn't done. And instead of answering her normally, you would stutter...

Lois comes home that evening with Douglas. She doesn't seem to have told Douglas that she picked Tom up from prison that morning. Her mood also seems to have improved. She and Douglas laugh as they enter the hallway. She seems even more cheerful when she sees that dinner is already ready. How you managed all this in time, with Tom by your side, is a mystery to you.

After you have eaten together, Douglas retires to his room, he is very exhausted from the day. Lois also wants to retire as she has a headache and asks you if it is okay if she leaves you alone to do the dishes. You assure her that this is not a problem and that she should rest.

And so you get to work and start doing the dishes. Tom helps you wash up without you asking him for help. But you notice that he is grinning all the time. Eventually you can't ignore it any longer, "Why are you grinning all the time?"

He just shakes his head and winks at you, "No reason, love."

He's still grinning and you can't stop the heat from rising in your cheek. You turn back to the washing up and shake your head slightly, a faint smile on your lips.

"My blushing love...", you suddenly hear him whisper in your ear.

You hit him lightly, "Stop it Tom and do your job", you're trying to sound serious.

He laughs softly, "My job...? Okay"

After he has dutifully dried the last plate, he gives you a fleeting kiss on the cheek and goes into the living room. You still have to smile and bite your lower lip lightly. Your thoughts are still circling around Tom while you wipe the sink dry.

As you turn around, you see him standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed in front of his chest and he is grinning at you.

"What is it now?" you ask, trying to suppress a smile.

He just holds out his hand without saying anything.

You place the tea towel on the sink as you slowly walk towards him and take his hand. He pulls you close and puts his arms around you. "I'm just doing my job," you hear him whisper. A light kiss lands on your lips. You look up into his eyes and feel the warmth flood through your body.

He pulls you into the living room and you see a few candles burning. He has adorned the room with the candles so that they envelop the room in a warm light. You have to smile and stand still for a moment to enjoy the sight. Tom stands next to you and pulls you towards him again. "Mhmm?" you hear him hum as he gently presses his nose into your hair. You look up at him and just smile. After a while, he pulls you further towards the sofa and you can't help but bite your lip. He lies down on the sofa and pulls you down to him. His chest presses firmly against your back and he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. You feel his chest gently rise and fall. His arms are wrapped tightly around you. His hands lie gently on your belly and caress you almost imperceptibly.

His embrace is enough for you to feel the warmth in your body turn into arousal between your thighs.

"What are you doing?" you whisper after a while.

"I want to hold you..." he lets his nose slide over your cheek, "I just want to hold you..."

Your breathing becomes heavier, "But Lois... and your father are upstairs..."

He chuckles softly and then you hear his deep voice, "Then we should be quiet."

His voice goes straight to your core and you feel your arousal rise further. You slowly begin to press the curves of your ass rhythmically against his crotch. His arousal also makes itself felt and presses against you.

You hear him moan softly into the crook of your neck.

Gently he spreads kisses on your neck. You feel him returning your movements and pressing his aroused length against you. You let your hand slide to the back of his head. Gently you reach into his hair and press him closer to you. Your hand sinks into his soft hair. His hand moves from your belly up to your breast and he grips it tightly. You cannot suppress a moan.

"Shh my blushing love... We don't want to be heard, do we?"

You can only nod and bite your lip. He continues to massage your chest, pressing his ever-growing arousal between your ass cheeks.

A "Tom...", leaves your lips and you hear him chuckle softly.

Slowly his hand leaves your breast. You feel his breath on the back of your neck as his hand moves down the side of your body. He gently caresses your body. When he reaches your thighs, he carefully pushes up your skirt. His fingers gently caress the inside of your thighs and you open them a little so that his fingers can run along your thighs more easily. You rest your leg on his leg to be more comfortable. But by now you are at the end of your patience. You really need to feel him now. You whimper slightly as his fingers slide further and further up. His fingers leave a trail of arousal on your skin. He reaches your panty waistband, "If I am interrupted again now... I think then I'll scream..."

You have to laugh at his sudden statement. You can feel his smirk against your neck.

And then he lets his fingers slide into your panties. You move your hips more and more rhythmically towards him. When he suddenly touches your folds. You press your lips together to stifle a moan.

Slowly he lets two fingers slide through your wetness, "Already so wet for me? Oh love... I had no idea how much you long for this..."

You can only nod, you don't trust yourself and as soon as you say something you are afraid a moan will escape instead.

Until his fingers turn their attention to your clit. They work it with firm, circular movements. Your breath quickens and you grip his hair harder, just to reach for something. You whimper as he moves his fingers away from your clit. Slowly he lets his fingers slide through your wet folds again until he pauses with his index finger in front of the entrance to your hot core.

Your impatience grows immeasurably and you whimper again as he slowly slides his finger inside you.

Your walls immediately clench around him.

"God Love... You are so fucking wet... So tight... I can't wait to feel your pussy around my cock"

Again a moan escapes you but Tom immediately presses his lips to yours to muffle it. Never before has a man aroused such feelings in you. Wild kisses follow as he guides his finger deeper and deeper into your moist, warm core. With each thrust, his finger reaches new depths inside you.

"Can you take another finger?" he whispers as he breaks the kiss. You nod and a "Yes, please," leaves your lips. He has to grin.

Immediately he lets another finger penetrate your wet core. You bite your lip. You have to take a deep breath because of both his naughty words and the way he works your wet core with his fingers. His index and middle fingers thrust in and out of you, his palm rubbing over your clit again and again with each thrust.

Your moisture runs down your thigh as Tom continues to work you with his two fingers. Every time he lets his fingers penetrate you deeper, the pressure against your clit doesn't let up either. Without effort, he keeps up his pace and doesn't let up with the thrusts. He notices how your walls keep tightening around him. "T-Tom," you stammer.

He kisses your neck as he slides his fingers faster inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of your moist core fill the room, only increasing your arousal.

Suddenly he angles his fingers and reaches your spongy spot inside you with each thrust. Your thighs begin to tremble and you start to see stars. As you notice the familiar sensation spreading through your lower belly.

"Don’t stop, Tom.. Please…"

Your hand reaches for his arm. You grasp it firmly to find a support. Your walls begin to clench around his fingers. "Yes… Come Love, cum on my fingers.... Show me how much you're enjoying this right now...", he whispers in your ear. That's enough to push you over the edge.

"Tom, fuuc...", Tom's lips are immediately on yours and stifle your moans. He slides his fingers out and in again and again until your walls stop spasming.

You do not interrupt the kiss until your breathing has returned to normal. Slowly he pulls his fingers from your warm insides and guides them to his mouth. He licks his fingers with pleasure, you stare at him with wide eyes, your cheek glowing.

"Mmhm you taste delicious my blushing love"

You giggle, "Stop it Tom"

"Well, until recently you didn't want me to stop," he grins at you. You bite your lower lip and twist in his arm. You look him straight in the face, he smiles. You kiss him softly and let your hand wander down his stomach.

"Mhmm what are you doing love?" he whispers.

Slowly you put your hand over his still visible bulge. "I don't want to keep anything from you"

He kisses you again and gently caresses your cheek.

"No need, love, I just had to do my job," he grins again.

You look at him almost indignantly, but have to grin. Gently he squeezes you tighter against his body and holds you.

After a while you whisper, "I should go to bed soon..."

He continues to hold you, "Noo... Stay here for a moment"

"But what if Lois sees me here?" you murmur into his chest.

"She won't," he whispers into your hair.

You smile and cuddle your face further into his chest.

Slowly you drift off to sleep, accompanied by his calm breathing, his steady heartbeats and his fingers gently caressing your back.

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bed. Tom must have brought you upstairs and you didn't even realise it...

Cautiously you look past the curtain, but Lois's bed is empty. She must have already gone to work.

You get up and the day goes by without any incident. Tom helps you during the day to finish your chores. But of course not without trying to engage you in wild kisses and letting his hands wander along your body. Somehow you find it harder to resist him, but you do your best.

Around afternoon Lois comes home and you prepare dinner. Tom and Douglas are sitting in the living room when you call them over so you can eat.

Conversation and laughter fill the kitchen. Even Lois doesn't seem to be angry with Tom anymore and is fooling around with him.

"Guys, tomorrow night I'm singing at the Dancing Mouse. You should come!"

You are chewing on a carrot when Tom replies, "Uuf... Lois.. You know I don't like that sort of thing. If you were singing in the pub, I'd be there," he winks at her.

As you turn to her and pat her hand, "I'd love to hear you sing! And I'd like to dance again, too," you smile.

Tom can't take his eyes off you.

"Ay! That would be great!", Lois giggles, "I'm sure there are some pretty boys there who would be great to dance with", she winks at you.

A slight blush comes to your face and you have to giggle. Tom feels a pinch in his chest. He doesn't know if he feels it because your giggle hits him right in the heart or because he doesn't want to imagine you dancing with other men. He can't bear the idea of them letting their hands wander over your body under the pretext of dancing.

He clears his throat, "Well, I guess I'll have to come after all... Someone has to watch out for you giggling girls."

Lois rolls her eyes in annoyance and looks at him, "Don't worry about it, we'll be fine. And besides, Harry will be there. He'll look out for us."

"Pfft, Harry... That's what I want to see, Mr Snob protecting you. He wouldn't even know how to swing his fist without help."

"Who's Harry?" you interject.

"He's Lois' boyfriend," Tom purses his lips and makes kissing noises.

You giggle as Lois hits him across the table, "Stop it Tom!"

Tom pulls his arm away with a jerk and almost falls off his chair to the side, causing you to laugh a lot more. Douglas looks up from his newspaper, "Kids. Stop hitting each other while you're sitting at the table. Don't you have a room for that?"

After a short silence, you laugh together and Douglas looks at his newspaper again with a slight grin. Once you have all finished eating, Lois goes upstairs. She still has to pick out the perfect dress for the performance. Douglas has retired to the living room to read the newspaper. You have gathered up the dishes from the table and carried them over to the sink. Lost in thought, you watch the sink fill up with warm water. Slowly you begin to wash the glasses when you suddenly feel Tom approaching you from behind. His warm breath tickles your neck. You notice the light smoke from his cigarette. Neither of you says anything and you continue to try to wash up. When you feel his soft lips gently caressing your neck. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment. Your hands stop their work as you notice his hands reach around you from behind and gently press you against him. Gently they rest on your lower belly and caress you softly. You immediately feel the effect this has on your warm core. Never before has anyone evoked such a reaction in you with such banal touches... You are literally on fire.

You close your eyes and lean your head back. Tom presses himself closer to you, slowly spreading light kisses on your neck.

"Tom...?" you whisper.

"Mmm?" he hums against your skin. The vibration sends a shiver through your body that reaches its climax between your thighs. You clutch the edge of the sink.

"Your father is in the living room," you breathe.

"He'd better stay there," you feel his smirk on your skin.

You giggle lightly.

Until you hear him whisper, "I needed to feel you one more time... I had to make sure it wasn't just a dream..."

You turn in his arms and he smiles at you. You put your hands on his chest and immediately his shirt soaks with water from your wet hands. Two handprints are visible on his shirt.

"Oh! Tom," you look at his wet chest, startled.

"Nah.. Don't worry, my blushing love," and with one movement he pulls his shirt over his head. Now he stands in front of you, grinning, as he notices how you can't take your eyes off him.

Your gaze is fixed on his chest, on his perfectly defined chest. You bite your lower lip lightly. Slowly, he leans in and kisses you. You lean completely into the kiss, for too long your lips have been parted. Your hands wander around his neck and you pull him further towards you. Again you notice a smile forming on his lips. Slowly he presses his thigh between your legs and you can't stop it and moan softly. "Ssh... love... my father is in the living room after all"

You pull his hair a little and he groans in response.

As his hand runs along the familiar path on your thigh, you hear him whisper, "Are you wishing my father wasn't in the living room...? That we could just go over there...? That I could make your thighs tremble until you come around my cock?"

A "Tom" escapes you as his fingers reach your now completely soaked panties.

Desperately you cling to his shoulders and thrust your hips towards him for any satisfaction. "Mhmm... So needy, my blushing love," he whispers in your ear.

You stifle a moan as he applies more pressure against your wet folds. Only your moist panties still separate his fingers from your warm core.

As Lois calls from above, "Y/n? Can you give me a hand? I can't decide which dress to wear!"

Tom kisses your neck and lets his fingers continue to roam over your panties. You try to find your voice again, but then Tom replies, "No Lois, she's..." but you press your hand over his mouth, hoping he will be quiet.

"Yea... Sure... I'm coming, Lois!"

"Already?", Tom chuckles.

You push him away slightly, and it almost looks like he's pouting.

"Ha-Ha Tom... Don't be so sure of yourself...", you try to sound convincing while still breathing heavily.

"Well, yesterday it sounded different..," he whispers to you, a grin on his lips.

You try to suppress a smile, but can't. Slowly you walk over to the stairs.

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actuallyastingray · 2 years

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Spiderman/DC crossovers

So i’ve noticed that whenever someone writes a crossover between Spiderman and DC in general, I notice that he’s always dropped in Gotham City. Granted, I can understand why. Batman and Spidey have similar origin stories. They both have the combination of brains, brawn, and technological edge that keeps them alive against criminals. Bruce already has 12+ kids, so he has experience taking in and housing other vigilantes. With the release of the MCU Spidey and Tony being his mentor/father figure, it’s not hard to realize that Bruce Wayne is the Tony Stark of DC and people want this to echo. That said, I like variety and I started thinking about what would happen if Spidey ended up in a different DC city. This is my personal take on what would occur.

These would basically start with Peter getting zapped into another universe out of nowhere and has to make do. Also, I am not sticking with one specific incarnation of any characters (sorry MCU fanbase) but instead trying to create a character amalgam based on various depictions across comics, movies, and games. In other words, I am taking certain liberties with characters/locations, but considering this is all a total AU, I feel like I am entitled to do so.

Metropolis:

Spidey would likely start living in the Suicide Slums seeing as he can’t afford his own apartment yet. He’s grown up in New York (and SS is based of East Side NY) so having to deal with this lifestyle isn’t too hard for him.

He would make friends with his landlady, Natasha Irons, and her uncle pretty quick

Peter would try to apply at the Daily Planet for photography, using a resume that isn’t totally inaccurate but he’s hoping nobody goes looking to see if the Daily Bugle exists in this world

Perry wouldn’t hire him as a photographer, he’s got Jimmy already. He would more likely hire Peter as the on-site IT repairman and maintenance guy to keep the computers running and up to date. Pete is thrilled by this

Needless to say, despite losing his intended job, he still makes friends with Jimmy. Lois takes a bit of warming up, but she comes around eventually

Lois knows Peter is homeless (Ace reporter on the case) and she starts finding ways to help him out, like dragging him out to lunch with her and Jimmy or bringing him things from home. Peter promptly annoys her to death by insisting he’s alright and doesn’t need help.

Metropolis is a lot different from New York. Peter is pretty stunned the first time he debuts and gets praised and cheered on instead of scorned as a menace. It’s a bittersweet feeling that he had to get blasted into another universe in order to be appreciated

Most of the criminals are used to going up against Superman, so they have some serious power behind their punches. Spidey is very unused to not having to pull his own punches (cause Spiderman canonically has to hold back in order to not take someone's head off)

Inversely, there are a lot of superheroes as well. Supes and the Kryptofam aside, Metropolis has plenty of non-Kryptonian superheroes (Steel, Black Lightning, Booster Gold) so Spidey would definitely run into them and start making friends. I mean he’s already got the Metropolis red and blue down

Spidey would unintentionally start saving Lois, Jimmy, and Perry from danger just like Superman did during his early years. Clark is lowkey salty that Lois is teasing him about “switching out for a younger model”.

Lex Luthor is also pretty steamed that he has to deal with ANOTHER superhero getting in his way. He would be privately impressed that Spiderman can handle most situations with brains over brawn as opposed to Superman, but a hero is a hero.

Jimmy is the first to find out Peter’s identity, mostly because he doesn’t have the “awkward reporter” identity on lock the dame way Clark does.

Jimmy insists on being Spidey’s wingman, because hey he’s already Superman’s best buddy, why stop at one?

Lois is the second person to find out (mostly because she can always tell when Jimmy is lying to her). She is a little mad that someone else beat her to the finale, but she would by now have warmed up to the skinny IT nerd.

Clark is the last person to find out. He and Spiderman would meet somewhere on the rooftops and have a heart to heart. Peter feels safe venting to Supes about being from a different universe, and how he has been struggling to survive in a strange universe and being a good hero at the same time.

At this point, I feel the story would move out of a Metropolis/Superman crossover and into a full Justice League one because Supes is going to do his best to help Spidey get home. Thus, he needs to get the JL involved

Star City

I don’t know much about Star City’s layout, but I assume it is built like most cities in Northern California. Peter would likely find a low-income apartment and get a decent paying job to make ends meet.

At some point, he meets Roy Harper who just got back from rehab and finds that his old apartment is being rented out by a skinny little twerp who reminds him of Nightwing

For the record, as much as I liked New52 Roy with the Outlaws, I also enjoyed pre-52 Roy being a successful father and leader of the Outsiders. My take would be Roy just returning from a forced stint in rehab while Ollie and Dinah watch Lian. He didn’t exactly part with them on good terms and is afraid of what they and Lian with think of him.

Roy and Peter end up living together after Roy finds out Peter can barely keep up with rent and uses his detective job to help make ends meet. Peter realizes this was how Aunt May used to feel when he was the one paying the bills at home.

Commence hijinks of Roy and Peter trying to pull off dual identity jobs while not telling each other

Roy and Peter both know things aren’t copasetic with each other. Roy is still struggling with his history as a drug addict and is still avoiding Ollie, while Pete is starting to feel homesick and worry about the people he left behind. (Don’t worry, they end up talking and making each other feel better)

Roy’s friends and family keep showing up and making it hard to keep a secret identity: Jason pops up with beer from time to time, Nightwing shows up in full costume not knowing Roy is not living alone, Artemis is pissed when she thinks Roy abandoned Lian and picked up another kid (yeah I put Artemis in the DCU, sue me if I like her), and Dinah just coming over to talk and finding out she has two angsty boys that need help instead of just one

Star City has fewer criminals and more assassins than other cities. I would reason Peter isn’t prepared to deal with Merlyn or Slade and takes a bad hit

Roy throws apprehension to the wind and books it to Queen Mansion in order to save his friends life. This results in a whirlwind of everybody freaking out when Roy shows up with a bloody, dying teenager pleading with Ollie for help (Ollie, I should mention, was not aware Roy was back until this point)

Dinah is the only one who stays calm enough to help Peter while Roy, Ollie, Mia, and Artemis all have a family feud moment.

The end result would be Roy getting back together with his family, taking back custody of Lian, gaining temporary guardianship of Peter, and getting back in touch with the superhero community.

As before, I’m sure Ollie would drop it to the JL that Peter is from another dimension and he needs some help, but brags that if they can’t get him home, he’s one-upping Batman on the adoption chart

Central City

Yes, I know Keystone also exists. But considering the two are in different states and Spidey doesn’t have superspeed, so I’m restricting it to Central.

He manages to get a well-off apartment, unfortunately it’s right across the street from the Keystone Saloon. He manages to lies about his age in order to get work as a cleaner/barkeep. (For the record, I can totally see Peter’s chemistry skills coming in handy here with drink mixing. Keep in mind that Flash, who is a chemist by trade, once worked as the barkeep too)

The Flash Rogues are pretty pissed that the owner hired a kid to work the counter, but after getting some (not at all believed) reassurance from Peter that he’s just small for his age, they decide to keep an eye on him while there

Meanwhile, outside the bar, the Rogues are a bit surprised/annoyed that a non-speed related newbie is foiling their heists. That lasts all of five seconds when they realize Spiderman is another minor.

Spidey, who is used to crazed egomaniacal maniacs swearing to kill him ten different ways, is very put off with the Rogues acting like overbearing uncles to him (”I know it’s finals week kid, WTF are you doing out this late” “Kid fix your damn costume and patch yourself up before you do this again, you're gonna get hurt” “Kid do you even eat?”)

They warm up to each other, especially when Spidey offhandedly mentions he’s not used to people being so nice to him (cue Captain Cold to assume child abuse)

The Flash family proceed to make Spidey’s head spin. Barry, Jay, and sometimes Wally stand still long enough to have casual conversation, but Iris, Jay, and Bart are a different story.

Barry starts to suspect Spiderman is hiding something. He doesn’t follow him home out of respect, but after talking with Cold during a heist, he starts to subscribe to the “child abuse” theory

The fact that Peter is more or less living bare minimum with fewer calories to fuel his healing factor doesn’t help. Those bruises after a fight aren’t healing as fast. It also doesn’t help that he’s showing up to work with half healed injuries.

The ruse is up when Trickster barges into Peter’s apartment one night in order to settle the debate and finds him still in costume patching up after a fight with a non-Rogue villain.

The Rogues proceed to haul Peter over to Keystone and dump him on Barry Allen (” Here, take this. He’s not allowed back out until he’s been fed, healed up, and fixed his suit. Don’t make us come back here Flash”)

Barry and Iris get the full story from Peter while they patch him up. Peter is pretty surprised that dimensional travel isn’t the weirdest thing Flash has ever done (the guy has created parallel universes for crying out loud)

Peter is very self-conscious about eating enough to maintain his healing factor and metabolism, until he realizes he’s among people who deal with the same problems in day-to-day life outside the house. It’s a touching moment

Once again, queue Justice League to swoop in and take over.

Yes I know not everybody is used to the Flash Rogues being so close with Flash, but I grew up with this particular variant of the characters and I like that it’s a change in dynamic between heroes and criminals

Coast City

Again, I’m not super familiar with Coast City other than it is DC’s take on Californian cities.

Peter takes a job as a delivery driver to make ends meet. One of the people he delivers to more than most is Hal Jordan (because I assume Hal is just like any other mid 30′s bachelor and prefers to order take out instead of cook for himself)

Hal is extremely put off by the pizza delivery boy who looks like he could be a clone or long lost son

By comparison, he is only mildly annoyed by the arrival of a new vigilante in Coast City. (As far as I know, Coast City doesn’t really have any hometown villains. The majority of the bad guys who attack are aliens who are after Jordan for being a member of the GL corps) Hal never really had time to go out patrolling like Spiderman does, so he doesn’t care at first

Ultimately, due to teasing from the other Lanterns and Carol about “staking his turf and laying down the law with the newbie” Hal goes out as GL to talk with Spidey. Halfway through their “conversation”, one of Hal’s enemies shows up to try and settle the score

Spidey and GL team up, but Spidey isn’t exactly prepared to deal with the things a power ring can do. His costume gets shredded and immediately gets ousted as the pizza guy less than a week after dropping in Coast City

Hal is having a crisis over this. (What if this kid is his long lost son after all? I’m not enough of a bastard to just leave this kid to struggle with homelessness knowing I could help him. Dammit Batman, you are a terrible influence!)

Hal makes Peter quit the pizza gig because, “kid you are way too young to be working anyway and CPS will eat me alive if they find out I was okay with this”

Hal, predictably, is zero percent ready to be taking care of a fidgety superteen. Like this guy's level of parental incompetence would terrify Batman. Here he is having spontaneously taken in a kid off the streets when he can’t even feed himself.

Carol hears about this and puts him through the wringer about “How to Parent” Queue Hal doing the most ridiculous things from buying cheesy Parenting For Dummies books to attending seminars for single moms

Long story short, he gets his act together over this because if Peter is in fact a lost family relative, he wants to make an impression/make up for lost time (Peter meanwhile, is oblivious to this thought process and doesn’t think he and Hal look that much alike. They do XD)

Hal and Peter having a bonding moment over at Ferris Air, with Hal taking Peter flying in one of his jets. Hal is shocked that Peter is so familiar with and enthused by the inner workings and considers pestering Carol about getting Peter a position as a mechanic. Carol says not until he graduates.

Word gets out about Spidey and Hal slowly, mostly because Hal is the only hero in Coast City and manages to keep his secrets under wraps. Batman mostly figures out the truth due to Hal’s change in character (Sorry Bats, can’t be on for monitor duty tonight, I gotta get home and cook for my ki - I mean, for Carol. Cause she’s the one who over at my place. Totally. No one else)

Flash and Green Arrow show up in Coast City to throw Hal a “Welcome to Parenthood” party. Hal is not amused, but Carol very much is.

Peter finally breaks to Hal, and then the JL about being from another universe. Hal is pretty crushed about Peter not being a blood relative due to entertaining the fantasy for so long.

The League starts trying to find ways to send Peter back. Meanwhile, he starts parading Spiderman around during League meetings going on about how he proved them wrong and being a successful parent. It especially annoys Batman. (”What’s the matter Bats? Mad that you aren’t one of a kind anymore?”)

Fawcett City

For starters, I’m really not sure which variation of the Marvel Family to use: the New52 or Pre-52 versions. It makes it kinda hard to nail down plot elements since I go back and forth.

I like the idea of Peter and Billy being homeless together and helping each other out, Peter being an older brother which is something he has no experience with.

That said, I’m not super familiar with how DC handled Billy later in the timeline other then he started growing up, joined the radio station as the host, and met Mary. Might not be the best storyline to use seeing as it seems a bit spotty

I like the idea of the New52 Marvel Family finding Peter out in the cold and inviting him in. Peter is thrust into the role of the awkward older brother with six small children looking up to him

Of course, when they transform in front of him, they aren’t so small anymore.

Despite having a caring family, food, and support, Peter is afraid of telling everyone who he is. The fear of overstaying his welcome keeps him up at night.

Not to mention, the Marvel’s have the crime fighting down cold, meaning there isn’t really a home for Spiderman either.

I think a moment where Peter privately confesses who he is/where he comes from to Billy would set up the story. Now Billy realizes his new big brother is going through the same problems he went through with trying to fit in.

As Captain Marvel, he tries to find the Marvel (haha) universe via the Rock of Eternity, but gets no results. Now Billy is afraid of telling Peter the bad news because he’s pretty sure Peter is depressed and doesn’t want something to happen.

Billy starts subtly asking Cyborg at the watchtower about research into alternate universes because maybe science can succeed where magic failed

The opportunity for Spidey to shine comes when Dr. Sivana starts up a machine that drains magic and makes the Marvel’s powerless. Queue someone with no magic powers but a lot of technical know-how to swoop in and show what he can do.

I feel something that could potentially happen is the machine backfiring and giving Peter some magical abilities as a result (I mean, the Marvel’s are basically the sources of Earth’s magic from what I can remember. Anything can happen)

From here, not really sure what could happen. I suppose Peter having to accept that he can’t go home, but is happy he can stay with the Vasquez family and still continue being a hero to his adopted siblings in and out of costume. Alternatively, the magic blast could shoot him back to the Marvelverse, with Peter being upset that he never got to say goodbye. (Spoiler: Captain Marvel now knows where the Marvelverse is and comes for a visit)

#dc #Marvel #dc comics #crossover #Spiderman x Batman #spiderman #spiderman x superman #found family #story prompt #spiderman x dc #superman #batman #flash #green lantern #green arrow

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mamawasatesttube · 2 years

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straight on ‘til morning

M | 6.9k | kon-centric, hurt/comfort | ch 1/8

“All children, except one, grow up.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Kon hasn't been a kid in a long time - he's not stuck at sixteen anymore, and he hasn't been for years; he's twenty-three and living his best life. But the past has funny ways of coming back to haunt everyone when they least expect it, and there's no predicting the storm on the horizon for him.

It starts simply, as do most things. Jon turns sixteen.

Jon turns sixteen, and Kon suddenly realizes that if anyone were to treat him the way he was treated at sixteen, he'd tear the world apart.

The revelations, unfortunately, don't stop there.

“—happy biiirthdaaaay, dear Jooonnooo, happy biiiirthdaaay to yooouuu!”

Jon’s grin is blindingly bright and stretches from ear-to-ear as the room finishes their horrible, off-key song—hell, Kon even notices Bruce mumbling along from the corner behind Clark—and Lois steps forward, smiling broadly, to catch him blowing out the candles on video. Everyone cheers and claps and whistles.

“Look at you, already sixteen!” Dick leans on the table, suavely, because he manages to make everything he does suave. Kon’s known the guy for however many years now, and he’s still trying to take notes on how he does that. “Man, you kids grow up so fast.”

“Stop that,” Damian interrupts, elbowing him. It’s still so fucked up that at eighteen, he’s hit a growth spurt that put him nearly at Dick’s height; even more than fucked up, though, it’s funny, ‘cuz Tim is so bitter about it. “You’re being embarrassing.”

“Oh no, my baby brother thinks I’m being embarrassing, whatever shall I do—"

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#kon-el #timkon #bart allen #clark kent #tim drake #cassie sandsmark #UMMM HIIII here it is... the kon fic....!!!!!#rimi writes

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years

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Let’s Fall In Love For The Night - (6/10)

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of a Duke and Duchess means that Lady Y/N has been prepared for society; to fulfil her duties as the next heir to her family name and estate. However, she dreams of so much more than that, particularly, finding someone she truly loves rather than a political match. Intrigue sparks an idea with the introduction of Tom Bennett, a soldier she meets on a Press tour - forming a new relationship that could either make or break her apart should things turn against her favour.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! Reader

Masterlist

"Only a couple of hours, darling."

The cheers of the crowd flooded the car when the door opened. A hand helped her rise from the seat and stand to witness the aisles of people along the street. It stretched for ages, with banners and posters around to commemorate the occasion.

A wide smile grew on her lips as she waved at the crowds, following closely behind her parents. This was one of many cities selected for a generous donation towards building schools and homes for orphaned children. The familiar cool breeze tucked into her side as she walked the street.

Tom scanned the crowds of people, flickering his gaze over to the singular car rolling through. Lois had begged him to bring her to watch the promenade, promising that he wouldn't regret it. He sighed, following the crowds cheering to the figures walking through, shaking hands and waving at the eager people. When he finally saw her, his heart picked up.

"There she is." Lois smiled, "She's very pretty."

"You could say that." He breathed.

As she walked closer to them, her eyes met his with a glance just for them. She smiled knowingly, opting to wave at Lois.

His sister hummed, "She remembered me."

"Guess you're memorable. Maybe something you said."

Lois glanced at him with a curious look, "Yeah, maybe."

Suddenly, she did something different, walking toward them. The people standing around them stirred, glancing at the Lady as she focused on them.

"Hi." She smiled, folding her hands behind her. "How are you, Lois?"

"Great, your grace." Lois replied, "This is my older brother, Tom."

"Yes, I remember meeting you at the docks."

"A small world, eh?" He tilted his head.

Her eyes gleamed. "Quite."

"It seems Manchester is becoming more familiar to you." Lois remarked in a hushed tone.

"Why do you say that?" Y/N glanced around with a smile.

"This is your third visit in a couple of months, right? Something's charmed you to come back. Not sure what, though."

Y/N relaxed, meeting Tom's gaze for a second. "There are many appeals you don't see when you've lived in a place for so long. I, for one, enjoy horse riding, but the sea is a welcome change."

"I can understand that."

"I suppose you see enough of the ocean?" She directed at Tom.

"Get over the sea sickness. Eventually. Not much to do up there."

"No. I suppose not."

"I should take my leave now. It was lovely to meet you both. Again."

"Guess we Bennetts are unforgettable." Tom murmured as she walked away, restraining a smile.

"I'm surprised you didn't even try to flirt with her." Lois replied, scanning his face.

He scoffed, "I can be plenty respectful when it comes to it."

"Even more surprising to see it in person."

***

Sneaking out of her hotel room that very same night was nothing short of work as she walked down the street at the late hour. The quiet of the night worked in her favour as she crossed the street toward the pub, spotting the familiar blonde leaning against a wall.

A grin grew on his face as she threw her arms around him. "Miss me, love?"

"I couldn't stop missing you if I tried." Pressing a kiss to his cheek. He sighed, hands falling to her waist. Tom tugged on the hat she wore, and she leaned backward.

"What's this for?"

"It's my attempt at a disguise." She admitted as his laugh rumbled in her ears, "I can't very well walk around without being recognised."

He smirked. "Yes, I'm sure a hat will make you unrecognizable."

She flushed, "What would you have me do?"

"No one in here will bother you. Most of them will be too drunk to tell you apart." Tugging her inside the busy pub.

People bustled around, conversation flooding her ears as he pulled her through the crowds. They found a booth and sat, indulging in a few drinks as the night poured on. Her laughter filled his ears, and they drew closer together, oblivious to the people around them.

"It’s better with you." She smiled somberly, "I haven't laughed like this in a long time."

"Don’t worry, i’m staying right here." He teased, caressing her cheek.

She nodded, exhaling. "I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me."

"You never have to thank me for it."

"I know that, but..." She shook her head, "You don't realise how much I appreciate it. Most of the people in my life are there because they're expected to be. It feels good...to finally feel like someone's chosen to be here."

Tom softened, meeting her wistful eyes. He tilted her chin. "I'm here for you. Never forget that. You’re the only thing that matters to me, okay?"

A moment passed between them as Y/N felt her heart fluttering fast in her chest. The overwhelming culmination of years of what she was used to brought tears to her eyes.

"Is that your brother?” Lois' friend pointed, “Who's that he’s with?”

The girl's attention drew to the familiar mop of blonde hair, and the dark jacket sat at a booth. Lois wasn't too sure until she recognised the face disguised beneath the hat. She made her way through the crowd, hovering over the pair as they were too absorbed with each other to notice her presence.

"Hi." She posed, eyebrows raised at the shock on their faces. "Small world, isn’t it?"

Tom sighed, glaring at his younger sister. "What're you doing here?"

"I'm here with my friend, actually. What're you doing here?" Lois retorted at her brother's question, emphasising on the Lady sat next to him.

From the guilty looks she received, Lois sighed and conceded. "It seems you've got some explaining to do."

***

The kettle whistled as Lois tapped her finger on the bench, waiting aimlessly through the silence between the group. Douglas was asleep when they arrived at the house, the perfect timing for them to sneak in.

"We've been seeing each other for months. Back and forth between cities."

"I knew you didn't get all those flowers for yourself. You been sneaking off to London, then?"

"You and Dad have been none the wiser." Tom noted.

"This is the reason you've been out of trouble." She nodded, glancing between the couple. "Who else knows about this?"

Tom shook his head. "No one... Well, you're the first."

"And no one else can find out, Lois." Y/N leaned on the table.

"You don't think Dad should know. That he'd want to."

"It's not that simple." Tom conceded. "Besides, I've a feeling of how he'd react with me sneaking off all the time."

"Not like it's much different from what he's used to." Lois pointed out.

"We're trying to keep it quiet from the papers." Y/N spoke up, "They will twist the story. It won't just be my life that becomes a greater spectacle. They will target your whole family out of interest because of me."

Lois nodded, glancing between their clasped hands on the table, sympathy flowing through her. "Isn't it difficult? Hiding your relationship."

Tom caressed her hand, a conviction in his tone that she wasn't too familiar with. "If it's what keeps her safe, then I'll do whatever's necessary."

Y/N felt her resolve crack at the hidden pain of his words.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this, but I don't have much choice." Her jaw clenched, "My parents expect me to marry off to a Lord of Prince. I can't tell them about us without risking it all."

"Please." Tom asked, the first of her hearing. Lois softened at the sound of his pleading voice. "Don't tell Dad. Don't tell anyone."

"I won't. I promise."

Y/N's hand reached across the table, grasping Lois' hand gratefully. "Thank you."

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thebest-medicine · 2 months

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what drabbles are coming up next?

well since you asked!!! :) I will share the list of prompts I still have left! I’ve written 32 so far and have about as many prompts left to go!

(I just have the asks themselves copy pasted into a doc and I copied them over here below the readmore, they’re also in the order in which I received them newest at the top) this means they done now / coming in queue

Prompt 78 with Lee!Todoroki and a Ler of your choice maybe?

79 ler Wendy, Lee dipper?

63, lers korra and Asami, lee!mako?

52, lers Sokka and Katara, lee!aang?

Could you do #17 with widomauk?

70 with lee deku and ler bakugou??? bkdk has my heart rn <//3

Number 23 with lee Todoroki and ler Midoriya 😍☺️😍 ?

55 with lee Izuku ler Bakugou!

May I request lee bakugo + bakusquad + midoriya + 92: “Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling (from the hall / outside) and— oh.”

32 I imagine kacchan saying the DOOM line and while tickling poor izuku to death perhaps?

could u do 37 “wait- no not that! anything but that!” with lee fjord and ler mollymauk -or someone else in the mn?

prompt 102 with hunter pranking willow?

“You wouldn’t take advantage (of that knowledge) when I’m stuck like this, right? …Right?!” Lee! Eda Ler!Raine?

Was that a giggle just now? - Number 1. with lois lane and clark kent

#66 ‘don’t tell me you’re ticklish?!’ with inuyasha and kagome please and thanks!

42, ler!Miss Martian, Lee!robin? “No way, are you begging?”

96, ler!korra, lee!mako? “What are you so scared of? It’s just a brush!”

64, ler!beast boy, lee!robin pleaseeee “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya, I’m just gonna make you wish you were dead.”

If you're stilling accepting prompts for the Summers sentence fic thing I saw you were willing to write for Young Justice so could we get 43 and 46 for M'Gann and Superboy? I always thought they were a sweet couple “Lighten up, have a laugh!” “I’m not letting you off that easy.”

I love the idea of Lars being super ticklish and the Offcolors never knowing about tickling before they meet him and now he’s forced to explain it because they accidentally tickle him. 💖 I’d love “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee Lars and maybe ler or lers Padparadscha and The Rutile Twins. Of course take all the time you need and again congrats! 💖

Hi!! I’d love something with lee Aang and ler Sokka with 8. “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.” Also congratulations!! 🥳💖 Loving everything you’ve been writing!

36 with lee shego and ler kim please, the “little birdie” could be one of her brothers

idk if you’ve seen the mcu What if? Show. Doesn’t matter. But #18 for the thunder siblings (What if? Or Movie incarnations), Loki, Thor and Helga, in whichever ler and Lee positions you want. “I swear on my life, I will kill you.”

could you do 24 “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.” with lee!dipper with ler!stan. maybe have it be set after the zombies attacked the shack and dipper is upset about it and stan is trying to cheer him up

oooh how about 5. “I’m just… sensitive” with Percy/Vax 👀👀👀

64 with ler Fjord & either Caleb or Molly? 🥺 dealers choice, but as soon as I saw that one I immediately thought of Fjord being a bully “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.”

Pretty pretty please could we get 8 with Laios, Chilchuk & Marcille? (I’d LOVE it if it backfired for Laios) “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

can u do a KP drabble of #8 with ler!Shego and lee!DrD? Thx sooo much (: “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

#84 You’d better give up now or this is about to get a lot worse for ler!Sango and Lee!Miroku from Inuyasha please, if you have time?

#27 for TOH blight sibs tickle fight if you’re not too overwhelmed with prompts. “I hope you know this means war.”

yay! I’m so glad you’re doing drabbles. I’ve always lurked but now the sentence starters are here I hope you don’t mind if I send more than a few asks. If it’s too much, just delete. Anyway, love your writing. #103- Let’s make it interesting” for the whole S1 YJ team particularly Robin, and Zatanna. Thanks again! Can’t wait for more of your works.

Prompt 23 with lee Ed and ler Stede “Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?”

Hi! hello! how’s it going? I was just wondering if your still doing requests for fics and if so can I pretty please have lee!Chilchuck ler!Marcille with the prompt “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.” With Ler!Amity and Lee! Hunter?

Ooo I haven't heard of Danny Phantom in YEARS maybe for the sentence starter could we get 11. “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee!Danny and ler!Valerie?

I saw you qrite for Danny Phantom and I was like :o so for the sentence starters number 19 "Wait, are you stuck?" with lee!Danny? I imagine he got stuck a lot while figuring out his intagibility.

ahhh awesome!! how abt 61 with lee!shauna ler!jackie ?? tysm!!! “You’d better keep quiet!”

could you do 104 “What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?” with switch!kaminari and bakugou :)

I’m starved for my adventures with Superman content, don’t think we could get 22 or 35 with Lois & Clark? “Don’t make me make you.” “What? Me? Ticklish? As if!”

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” 83 lee kacchan ler deku tahnks

Lumity (lee amity) and 71 “This isn’t cuddling! This is an attack!” please

Can I request either 12 or 14 (dealers choice) for critical role?? lee!caleb and ler!mollymauk if you would be ever so kind :D “Well, well, well… Look what we have here.” “So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

#answered #anon #asks #mine #drabble writing #prompts #feel free to send more in still!#I’m starting to run low on mha and crit role prompts! Gasp! who would’ve thought #summer sentence starters 2024

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amywritesthings · 2 years

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ownership of mine. (2/4)

Pairing: Kino Loy x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.7K

Summary: You have been in Narkina 5 for four months. The unit believes you are in a secret relationship with Kino Loy. (Are you?)

Warnings: Rated M / Prison, Implied Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sensuality, Eating, 'Oh No There's Only One Bed!' trope

A/N: I am overwhelmed by the support this little fic received this week. I'm so glad we're on the USS Loy thirst ship together.

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

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They don’t bother you.

All morning, the thought lays at the pit of your stomach. Standing in Winshaw’s former position, you pass your finished part to Gris in the assembly line. No one looks you in the eye. No one brings their head up. It’s hard work, through and through, with productivity off the charts.

Not if they think you’re mine.

Maybe you have subconsciously played into this narrative without meaning to do so. The first (and only) person to swear to your safety was Kino — it was only natural that you gravitated towards his light, his dedication, to make sure everyone in this unit stays healthy, fed and ready.

Now you know the truth of it all: when you entered the fifth floor, Kino greeted you not only with his name, but one very specific sentiment: I own you now.

Perhaps he said the same to every inmate under his care, but this? This was different — he claimed you, marked you, the minute you set foot on the factory floor in a way that set you apart from the rest.

Last night, Kino seemed to gain little to no pleasure from admitting the rumor. The look on his face wasn’t gleeful, nor was the truth spoken as an opportunity.

He sounded embarrassed about entertaining an archaic sentiment to keep his unit civil.

For the remaining week, you silently work yourself to the bone to produce as many mechanical behemoths your body will allow. Sweat and blood mixes with cracked skin, pained knuckles, and newborn calluses.

Worst of all is that you feel Kino’s eyes on you when he stalks past Table Four in his rounds. You only look up when you’re passing a part to Gris.

Across the table, Trem is the first to voice his concern — the mousy inmate murmurs your name every kriffing day at the end of every kriffing shift like he’s scared of a woman possessed, hoping one time he’ll catch your attention and talk you off a ledge.

You ignore him.

You ignore all of them.

You have to prove your worth is more than the rumors, even if these men mean little to you.

Sixteen days later, Table Four secures first place.

The call is down to the wire, but when Kino shouts for time’s up, it’s Table Four that reigns victorious for the most amount of finished items on their cart.

Gris and Pusl cheer like they’ve won the credits lottery, hugging everyone down the table line as they whoop and holler — and purposefully avoid you, because they’ve learned their lesson the first time and don’t intend to repeat mistakes when he is within earshot.

Trem is the only man willing to take the leap of faith. His baby-fat face sports a wide, appreciative smile as he rounds the table and ducks into your downcast view. Trem bumps you with his shoulder, a nudge at best, with an endearing timidness.

He mouths a thank you, because he’s well aware why this worked in the first place.

Because of you.

Because you made it work.

Yet you don’t feel the joy that should come with this win. In fact, you don’t feel much of anything beyond anger. Hatred, perhaps, that they reap the benefits of your negotiated success.

Negating the celebration to enter the barracks early, you stalk to the elevator alone and wait in the back as each table files in. You are the last to leave the elevator, but the first to enter your cell.

Like clockwork — like his promise — Kino arrives minutes later to find you trying the coveted flavored tube food for the first time.

Within a fortnight, his post-shift visits have soured. What once was a breath of relief now hangs with an expectation. For the past two weeks, he's visited yet nothing is said. What can you say when the rest of Unit Five-Two-D watches, waits, to see if he'll take you himself?

Ignorant to the passing stares, Kino leans his forearm against the trim of your cell, observing from the main floor rather than inviting himself in.

“Flavoring makes a difference, yeah?”

He looks a few years younger, almost… happy? If you’re so bold as to think he has the capacity not to scowl. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips while he quirks a brow to you.

Carefully removing the tube from your mouth, you let the words marinate for a second before pulling more of the tube from the wall. “Do you want some?”

He chuckles under his breath. “I’m not allowed any.”

“But we’re swapping spit anyway.”

Albeit a cruel gesture, you extend your arm and offer the tube to him, expression blank. The smile on Kino’s face fades, dropping the raised arm to his side. His broad chest puffs and falls with a tired exhale.

However instead of walking away, Kino takes the bait and steps into your cell. His hand raises, outstretched to take the tube, but his fingers fall over your fist. He says nothing at first, allowing the moment to play in silence, only to push the tube back to you.

Then he calls your bluff: the day shift manager drops in height slowly, inch by inch, until he kneels right in front of your cot.

The others can — and with your shotty luck, will — see.

“Don’t let them take this from you,” he murmurs with an earnest sense of pride. You let him manipulate your limb, guiding your hand over and up to your lips. “You earned this.”

You hate him.

You hate that you wish you hated him.

Your jaw clenches, head shaking. “I don’t feel like—”

“Stop.” Unwarranted kindness to your cruelty; he interrupts and raises the tube again, urging you to take a sip of the flavored liquid. “You did. Do I make myself clear?” His tone bubbles an intense emotion in the middle of your throat, almost causing your dreary eyes to water. “Say it.”

“Kino—”

“Say it.”

You earned this.

Your lower lip trembles as you lean in, taking the tube from his fingers. “I earned it.”

Kino frowns, following you as you take the tube into your mouth. “Wouldn’t lie to you, love.”

Love.

The absent term of endearment has you sucking in, sharp and fast, so you don’t have to overthink the slip of his tongue. Flavorful food fills your mouth — it’s lukewarm, but deceivingly delicious after spending months feeding on nothing but gel.

The image before you — Kino kneeling and holding the tube to your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, sucking the liquid down your throat — brings a heat to your face.

It must finally click for him, too, what he’s said — what he’s doing — because Kino blinks in rapid succession and releases the tube, clearing a tickle in his throat.

“Congratulations,” he finishes, standing once again to leave. You say nothing, can’t protest even if you want to, and follow with your eyes as he beelines straight for his cell across the way.

He drops to a thud to his cot, head bowed and hands clasped tighter between his separate knees, and stays like that until the minute warning chimes.

That night is plagued with restlessness.

It must be close to two in the morning when you stir, annoyed that you can’t catch sleep. Tossing and turning to find a comfortable place, you shift towards the open mouth of your cell and open your eyes to find that Kino Loy is also not asleep.

He lays on his side, one hand flattened as a makeshift pillow, staring at you.

If it were Trem or Melshi, then perhaps you’d be unsettled, but because it’s Kino, the sight is… comforting. You swallow thickly and stare back, saying nothing.

And for a few minutes, it’s only this. Watching. Waiting. Being in the company of another in the stillness of Narkina 5.

You’re not sure what possesses you to lift your hand, absently dragging fingertips down the side of your neck, but the touch is pleasant. In the dim light of the electrified floor you can see something flicker in his eyes; he’s following the movement.

Your fingers circle back and run along the same path a second time, but your breath hitches when his free hand rises to his neck, gingerly traveling up to the scruff of his jaw.

Mirroring you.

(Is he mirroring you?)

Testing the twilight theory, you change course to drag higher and along the edge of your jaw. Kino follows, rustling the salt and pepper facial hair covering the lower half of his face.

There’s something wholly erotic about the sight of his hand grazing his scruffy cheek when you touch the smooth planes of yours.

This feels forbidden.

(But why doesn’t this feel wrong? )

Nothing stops you from gliding your index finger along the seam of your lips. Kino’s hand pauses and you think maybe, just maybe, the game is over, but the older man takes his thumb and mimics the draw. Heat consumes your body, pooling between your legs as you squirm against your cot.

You want to call out to him.

You can’t.

Drunk on the power it takes to keep going, your index finger slips between your lips and Kino stops moving. His own lips part in awe, body frozen, and you wonder if he’ll groan if you hollow your cheeks.

Then Trem coughs above you.

You startle, flying to lay flat on your back, eyes to the ceiling and hands pressed to your sternum.

(What the fuck are you two doing?)

Seconds feel like hours for the room to go back to snores and nonsense babbling. And when you roll your head to look at Kino Loy, he’s turned his back to you to sleep.

Kriff.

This week Kino stops visiting your cell after shifts, but the game after dark continues.

In his absence, you’re met with surprisingly pleasant visits from Trem. The scrawny man is eager to chat your ear off about what being in a women’s prison was like, if you’ve seen the outside world in your transport, what food can’t you wait to wait once you get out of here — not if, never a doubt — before he climbs the ladder to his cell for the evening.

Kino remains nowhere to be found. Discussing productivity with Melshi, talking others out of taking the plunge to the damn floor, but never once coming to see how you’re doing.

He purposefully visits Table Four, however, during factory hours to shout at your team to push harder.

You’re certain he’s only doing it so that he can catch your eye on the other end of the table.

His line of sight makes you burn.

You would say you miss talking to him, the nearness of him, but when you turn in your sleep and find Kino watching you from across the hall, you catch yourself missing him most like this: at the ready on the other side of the electrified barrier after an agonizing day, avoiding the unit’s watchful eye.

He waits, perfectly still, until you start with a hand on your cheek. Within a few beats, he will follow — tracing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone; you’ve thought about dipping your hand lower, to your chest or the waistband of your uniform, but you chicken out and roll to your back every time.

This sudden illicit affair consumes your thoughts so completely that your team slips from a steady second place to fourth by the tail end of the month, but you can’t find a way to care.

Unit Five-Two-D believes you are his.

You’re beginning to wonder if maybe they’re right.

In what little sleep you earn, you’re stuck fantasizing on a loop of what this could have been like. Who he might have been before his sentencing, before Narkina. Would you have met in a seedy cantina on the Outer Rim? Would you have entertained his company, bought him a drink, taken him home? Surely those arms can pick you up — you’ve seen him work, to help the tables that struggle, how misleading the Narkina uniform can be on a body. A man of little words, maybe, but another version of him whispers the filthiest of promises to a woman he barely knows against a sink, within a shower stall, at the threshold of the home you’ve left behind.

There are very few things you can focus on while serving a bullshit prison sentence.

Kino Loy just happens to become your only thing.

After today’s grueling shift, you’re one of the last people to shower. When you first stepped foot into the stall, the time ticked on: twenty minutes until light’s out. By the time you’re finished grooming and changing, you have about a minute and a half to get settled in your cell.

Except that isn’t what you’re going to do.

The shrill chimes of a minute’s warning sound above you when you’re only three cells from yours. Kino has already retired to his cot, freshly washed and fed. He doesn’t regard you because the lights are still on.

You stop in the middle of the floor, contemplating on impulse.

(You shouldn’t.)

Maybe the rumors of your situationship with Kino have died down, but that doesn’t explain whatever the fuck this past week has been.

You can’t do the same again, not tonight.

(Thirty seconds.)

Rather than turning right towards your cell, you casually step up and to the left — right into Kino Loy’s cell.

The wall is deceiving; at first your hand slips, forcing you to press both to maintain your balance.

That gets his attention on impact. Kino’s attention snaps from the ceiling to you, eyes widened like oversized factory floor bolts, and he leaps clear off the cot with his arms gesturing wide.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps in that familiar drill sergeant tone. “Minute’s nearly done.”

“I’m staying here tonight.”

“You’re what?”

His surprise bursts, voice louder than anticipated. It causes a few men in the surrounding cells to peek their heads out, observing the commotion. Kino’s face gradually turns several shades of red with each passing, precious second.

“Go back to your cell. Now. That’s an order,” he hisses. You wait at the edge of his cell, shaking your head. “You’ve only twenty seconds.”

“Fifteen,” you correct, half-convinced he’ll shove you onto the hardwired floor to make a point.

“Are you insane?” He’s never stood so close before, practically nose to nose. You can smell the scent of his toothpaste and body soap.

The chime signals that ten seconds remain, and the electrified ring around the prison floor twinkles in its prepped glow. Kino looks stricken, caught between rock and a hard place to find a way to push you the hell out without frying you outright.

You boldly duck your attention to catch him.

“They think I’m yours, remember?” you murmur.

His forehead smooths, the realization catching up a moment too late.

Three. Two. One.

The floor turns a brilliant red and simmers to a deathly off-white, and in a panic Kino wraps an arm around your waist to drag you to him and away from the cell’s edge.

His grip remains harsh on your body, and it’s here you truly see the strength hidden under prison uniform. Taut muscles press into you, locking you in place, and you can’t help but feel a little dizzy from the proximity.

Trapped.

You’re trapped in his cell until the morning alarms, and Kino is beyond irate.

“You’re out of fucking line, kid,” he growls into your face, candid in his fury.

“Everyone will ignore us in a minute,” you reply, observing the aging crow’s feet around his eyes. “If they think you’ve stuck some arbitrary claim on me, then it doesn’t make sense—”

“You could have been bloody killed. ”

“—if I never sneak over here at night.”

Puffs of his breath tickle your lips as the plan registers, slowly then all at once. Keeping up appearances for the sake of your safety in the midst of your table disliking you — you want to tell yourself over and over again that that’s why you’ve crossed this burning bridge, but you would go mad if you spent another night on the other side of the firewall watching him touch his face as if it were you.

Because that’s what it was, right? He was imagining not a past lover or someone else, but you.

Kino swings you both around as he brings you flush against the wall and out of sight of the open space. For the most part, your theory proves correct — someone on the far side cat-call whistles, causing a few men to chuckle, but the floor quiets until it’s just Kino Loy holding you hostage with your back to a wall and his arm around your waist.

“There isn’t enough room for us to both sleep on a cot,” he finally says under his breath, and you breathlessly laugh.

“I plan to sleep on the floor, Kino.”

“Like hell you are.”

“Well you’re not sleeping on your own floor.”

A beat passes. Something darkens his expression. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

Your brows knit. “Why?”

He leans in to speak low in your ear. “Because they would expect me to happily climb into a cot with you.”

The way he says it brings back the familiar nighttime warmth that radiates through your body, your uniform, and you’re stuck staring back with a sheepishness so unlike you.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ is right,” Kino sours, turning to look at the cot with a grimace. “Next time, tell me when you’re about to do something stupid.”

“I thought of it in the shower.”

“Yeah, well, shower’s never a good place to make concrete decisions, is it?”

Can’t argue with that. Only now does he realize the proximity, but he doesn’t pull away like you’ve electrocuted him. Instead he observes the space between you, or lack thereof.

“Heart’s about to beat out of your chest, love,” he mumbles. The privacy of his head blocking you from the barrack’s view (and his) allows you a moment to close your eyes, to simply be, when you’re not sure what to do.

“I was going to say that I thought it was your heartbeat, but you never get nervous.”

He snorts. “Why d’you think I yell so fucking loud all the time if you don’t think I get nervous?”

You smile, catching his cheek with yours.

“I didn’t want to be over there,” you finally confess.

Kino stirs, but he doesn’t pull away. “Why not?”

“Because if I see you touch yourself one more time, I’m going to go insane.”

The statement in your head is innocent enough, but when spoken out loud it dissolves to something dirty. Kino starts to groan but suppresses the noise with a mumbled fucking hell under his breath.

When the lights of the barracks fade, shrouding you both in what little hue emits from the colored buttons on the prison cell walls, he drops his forehead against your shoulder to search for his composure.

Then he speaks, and it’s the softest his voice has ever been:

“You don’t want to start this.”

A long pause passes. Your jaw sets. “Start what?”

You hold your breath when Kino lifts his chin, stubble tickling your cheek as he wets his lips by your ear.

“Letting me be as much of a man as the rest of them.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie.

“I know you’re stubborn, but you’re not stupid.” He talks to the wall supporting your head, unable to look you in the eye at this confession. “You know exactly what it is I’m talking about.”

And you do.

He speaks of the dreams your brain has plagued you with, desires you’ve barely scratched the surface of understanding.

“You’re nothing like the rest of them,” you whisper in his ear, and Kino shivers.

“I am.”

“You’re not,” you argue with more force. “Just because they forced a rumor on you—”

“Forced?” he muses humorlessly. “Look at where we are. I didn’t deny it. I didn’t tell you, not until months already passed. I let them think of you in that way. How does any of that make me less of a threat to you?”

How are you not afraid of me, is what he wants to ask.

You say nothing, mesmerized by a blinking red light on the far wall as you tumble through your brain for a reason why you trust him over everyone else.

Why you’re drawn to this, more than anyone else.

You know why — saying so just makes it true.

“I don’t regret much of what’s happened in my life, but I’ll be damned if I’m part of why you could regret something in yours,” he concludes, disappointment lacing through his growl of a murmur.

“And did you ask me?” Finally he pulls back at your question to study you, brows furrowed. You stand your ground, forcibly staring at his face. “I’m sorry to report, sir, but you only own me on that factory floor. You do not own my decisions, or what I want, when I’m not working, so don’t act like I didn’t wait for you, too.”

Kino contemplates on this, hard, before swiping a hand down his face.

“...floor’s not gonna be the thing to kill me. You are.”

Neither of you move in the small alcove of his cell, finally face-to-face for longer than a twenty minute conversation. If you stood a fraction of an inch higher, you could kiss him. You could ruin everything and kiss him while Taga, Gris, and the rest of the floor witnesses.

(Rumors to reality. Let them see.)

“I looked forward to it,” you finally say, reaching between you to take his scruffy chin in your fingers. “Whatever the fuck we were doing. And if you’re forgetting I’m the one that started the other night, then the next — and I would’ve done the same tonight.”

Kino blinks twice, tensing at the contact before deflating. “It’s only because I told you about the—”

“I miss feeling human,” you admit, cutting him off. You chew on your lower lip, betraying your resolve and earning his undivided attention. “I miss feeling like a person, Kino. You don’t look at me like I’m a piece of meat, like I am a mistake, and it makes me feel human. This has nothing to do with what the rest of the unit thinks, so stop minimizing yourself on my behalf.”

His brows knit with concern and soon he’s moving, walking backwards and pulling you along with him. Step by opposite step, your torsos remain pressed together until the back of your knees hit his cot.

Sucking in a sharp breath, the older man slides his arm away from your waist to cup either side of your face. Kino visibly swallows when his thumb runs along your skin, so focused. (So careful.) The touch feels heavenly; something otherworldly, like you don’t deserve something so kind, something so gentile, but you lean into it like a lifeline and close your eyes.

Overcome with bliss, you bring your own hand to press against one of his, keeping his calloused fingers in place.

“Look at me.” Lazily you obey his quiet command, eyelids fluttering sluggishly to come back to him. Kino waits, determined. “If there’s one thing I can promise you, it’s that I won’t let you lose who you are in here.”

“It’s not your responsibility.”

“It is,” he decides. “You are. Have been since you came to my unit and will be until you leave it.”

Don’t make me sound noble. His words of warning echo through your head, and gradually you lower yourself to sit at the edge of his cot. Kino hovers, forever a protective statue, before sighing from his soul.

“Lie down. Turn around.”

When you whip your attention to him, he rolls his eyes.

“So we can get ready to turn in. Not sleeping with your morning breath in my bloody face.”

Scrunching your nose, you listen and slide as close to the inner wall of the prison cell as you can. You lower your body onto the surface, arm angled as a pillow while you anticipate Kino to join. His body weight shifts behind you, one knee on the cot then a hand before he molds himself to you, chest pressed tightly to your back.

You can’t — won’t — think about how your hips slot perfectly against his.

A timid arm snakes around your middle, solidifying your place for the evening. “Is this alright?” he murmurs into the back of your neck, baritone vibrating your entire body.

Afraid of what you may sound like, you nod and say nothing more.

You overlap your arms to get comfortable, and the world becomes impossibly too small. He grunts, woefully attempting to move without pressing his hips to yours. Your mind searches for something, anything, to say in this vulnerable state.

“I didn’t do it, you know.” The words blurt, and Kino stops moving. Go on. “What I was sentenced for.”

The arm around your middle tenses. “What do you mean?”

“I got set up. Said I committed petty theft. I had no idea the thing was ever in my pocket until a K-unit stopped me in the middle of the road, and that’s the truth.”

The day shift manager grows impossibly quiet. You wonder if it was the wrong confession to make.

“How long did they give you?” he asks, lips dangerously close to the apex of your neck and shoulder.

“600 days,” you answer. “By the time I got to Narkina, it was 523.”

“For petty theft?”

“Do you expect anything less from them?” you say, bitter, and he hums.

“Lot of stories like that come through here.”

“What about yours?”

“My sentence?”

“Yeah,” you breathe to the white wall in front of you. “Did they make it up?”

“No, I earned my sentence.”

“What did you do?”

“Things I would do again,” he answers. “Wouldn't change a damn thing.”

“And how many days do you have left?”

Kino grows quiet, nose accidentally nuzzling your hair.

“Three hundred and forty-five.”

Your eyes round with recognition. “Less than a year.”

Being in the unit without him sounds like a death sentence. Your stomach turns.

“Yeah.” The syllable is barely spoken. “Something like that.”

“Maybe you can wait for me the other two-hundred odd days it takes me to meet you on the other side,” you tease, unwilling and unable to face the reality set ahead.

Kino laughs under his breath and it’s full of warmth. “Yeah? You wanna meet this old man at the platform?”

“Only if you have a bouquet of Queen’s Heart at the ready.”

“Flowers?” he mocks, squeezing you closer to his torso. You bring your lips into your mouth to avoid laughing. “Didn’t take you for a bouquet type.”

“I’m not, but I could try to be.”

He sighs heavily into your neck, allowing his lips to rest there as he speaks. “Tell you what: you go to sleep, we serve our sentences, get the hell out of this shitehole, and I’ll bring you flowers and buy you whatever drink fits your fancy at the nearest cantina. Deal?”

You reach down, squeezing his hand with yours.

“Only if you have a bouquet of Queen’s Heart at the ready.”

“Deal.”

Your hands stay together for the remainder of the night.

Sleep comes to you faster than anticipated. Within minutes, you’re adrift to a state of dreaming of sunrays and sparkling lake water and real, solid food — all while sharing it with a free man, a good man, with Narkina 5 far behind from the both for you.

Admittedly, it may be the best sleep you’ve had in a long, long time.

When you wake, Kino stands at the cell’s edge, waiting to start another day.

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Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 6

Cw: mentions of recreational drug use, mentions of euthanasia

Gif by @damatheirin

She has been here plenty of times and yet she is twice as nervous as she was when she came here for supper the first time.

There is a wariness Douglas hides as Tom calls her his girl.

Tom held her hand, kissed like he meant it and called her his bird.

Bird, she’d come to know meant girlfriend.

“How was your first day at your office?” Lois asked as she helped her with dinner, something Lois had found strange at first but then they fell into the old routine they had before they learned the truth.

She may be richer than God, but she is still Diane.

Something Douglas did not quite believe.

He is just watching out for his kids, she supposed.

He used to like her fine before it all happened, but then again Diane had been lying about herself.

“S’good, I think. No one rioted, it didn’t collapse in a day and by the end of the month, I suppose it will be up to Shelby standards and be ready to change gears at any second now. My mom says it won’t be long before the Nazis take Poland and France.” She says forgetting Harry is in Poland.

It’s nearly July now, her mom gave it till August or September 1st before the second world war officially began.

“Did she see it in the cards, like you do?” Lois asks, hoping she could pretend it wasn’t true.

But her words do catch the men’s attention, especially Douglas who knows Tom may be called to serve.

“Yes, but confirmation came from friends she has in certain places. Germany and Russia are gearing up for grand scale invasions because they know those two countries are not prepared for one let alone the two of them.” Diane answered, seeing Tom in a naval uniform as she set his plate in front of him.

The sight is enough to shock her but hides it because she can’t bear the thought of never seeing him again or him returning a shell of his former self.

“Your Harry will be evacuated, but he’s a translator and those leave when the Embassy stops needing them.” Diane is incapable of being comforting in a way that is not acceptable to anyone who is not a Shelby.

Shelbys like kind words, but also the cold truth.

Rip off the band-aid.

“When I met your dad, he said, ‘Well, at least you get to leave, but you will be fucked in the head like the rest of us for life, I am afraid’.” Douglas said trying to distract Lois who did not take her words as comfort.

Who would anyways.

“When I was ten, he euthanized my filly after it got a disease in its hoofs, he said ‘sweetheart, sometimes death is a kindness’.” She says not helping her case. “I am afraid your Tom has saddled himself with a girl from a family full of freaks.”

“If you ask me, I don’t think he gives a shit about it.” Tom brought himself into the conversation.

“Language, Tom.” Lois chastised playfully, regaining some of her previous cheer by pushing the bad news to the back of her mind.

“As if you didn’t hear her say worse when we all got arrested.” Tom reminds her with that same old grin of his.

Spirits, she is so in love with this boy.

“She’s gonna marry him.” Eva tells her husband after he joined her in her very relaxing bath.

Made more relaxing by that joint of homegrown marijuana she just shared with him.

Better get him too calm to do anything when she has to give him news he doesn’t like.

And right now, Tommy’s only thinking about he’s needed this since their girl went to Manchester with the Lees.

“Yeah, he says he loves her and wouldn’t stop being with her for all the money in the world.” He admits, something Eva only half knew.

She knew about the threat he made because she had to calm him down before he wrecked his entire office.

“And he won’t, they will make a handsome couple, he in his sailor uniform, her in my old dress.” She said seeing them walk out of the courthouse looking so happy and knowing any happiness they have will be what warms them on the lonely nights to come.

“His dad is a pacifist, doubt he’d let the boy j enlist, let alone in the navy.” Tommy snorts before returning the ever-shrinking makeshift cigarette back to her.

“Not going to have a choice, it’s the Navy for prison.” Eva says with a bad feeling.

So much potential and the boy just threw it away.

Everyone told him he was heading nowhere so often Tom Bennett believes it.

A shame he will not realize his own potential until he sees the ugliness of war.

“I just wanted better for our little witch.” He said with a resigned sigh.

“So says any father who wants the best for their child, Tommy.” His wife said softly.

“Do you think our Diane hates me?” he asked hoping for a nice lie.

Except they don’t do sweet sounding lies in this family.

“Got a job today.” He admits it was as if it were some big secret. “Mechanic, a shop with some of mates from school that’s by the pub.”

Just know this, even if you managed to get your head out of your arse, you wouldn’t be worthy of my daughter.

Tom could hear the fucking words every fucking time he was with her.

It gnawed at him.

Yeah, it is one fucking thing to know you are nothing but a bloody nuisance, but it’s another for a fucking stranger to tell you will never be good enough for a girl with free will of her own.

He knows it, alright, but Tom could bet his sorry arse that Thomas fucking Shelby wasn’t good enough for his wife either.

Just like granddad looked at dad the same and just like Tom and his dad know Lois is too good for Harry Chase.

“I’m happy for you, when do you start?” she asks hiding whatever got her give that frightened gasp this evening.

Gets visions or feelings about the future. Not always a bad thing, but if it had been a good thing, she would told them.

If it had been a good thing, Diane wouldn’t be holding on to him like he might die tonight.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll walk you to your factory every morning on my way to work and that.” he answers tracing patterns on the arm draped across his chest.

“I’d like that, might even slip away from my office to see you, Tom.” She gives a quiet chuckle, moving even closer to him.

What in hell had she seen that her like that?

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