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darkittensniper · 2 months

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Title: It Reminds Me of You

Pairing: Donna Beneviento/ Cassandra Demitrescu

WC: 2.6k

Plot: Uh.... Cass tries to read to impress Donna with a flower that reminds her of her favorite botanist. Uh... Donna like that shit. Fuck it its just library smut, End of story. Enjoy.

@muffinsin this one for you! Great idea for why our little warrior lady would be in the fucking library!

Donna Beneviento, youngest of the four Lord’s. Even with this, she was taller than both of her older brothers, second only to Alcina herself. The black mourning dress’s she wore always made her seem smaller. Tonight was different, with the moon cresting high, the silver gleam bathed the taller women in its glow. Satin black nightgown, stopping just shy of the tops of her knees. Lithe but well-defined thighs held her weight as she prowled down the rather empty hallways of The Demitrescu manor.

Commissions that come from her only sister always gave Donna an excuse to visit the manor. Leaving behind the rather deadly whispers of the waterwall adjacent to her own manor. Yet an even better excuse to see her. Cassandra, her little doll. A slight twitch of her eye as her bare feet made no sound. The sweet familiar thump of Cassandras heart, the thrum of her flies.

It excited Lady Donna, folding and molding herself to the darkness creeping along the dimly light hallways, jumping from shadow to shadow, her form stretching, The brown-haired middle daughter had no idea she had been found so quickly. The pages of the botany book felt heavy in her lap. The huntress felt rather silly to creep around her own house in the middle of the night, just for the fact she was too prideful to ever be caught dead in the library. Though Cassie did want to impress Lady Donna in the morning with her newfound knowledge of a certain plant. There was one that had peaked the hunter’s eye, with a frustrated sigh the smaller women got to her feet, slamming the book closed. It had no images, and the name of the flower was escaping her sleep addled brain.

A short temper coupled with the want of sleep, but the sheer drive show Lady Beneviento that she had in fact been paying attention fueled Cassandra. Though she was the middle child, her body spoke of the long years of training. Very proud of each flex of brawn that moved with her as she placed the book back in its place. The firelight of the hearth glinted off the yellow amber of her eyes. Narrowed and searching Cassandra read the dusty leather bond books. The hunters’ flies responded to her simmer fury, various parts of her breaking off into her swarm. The thrum of their wings a calling beacon for the actual huntress.

Donna Beneviento had found her doll. Standing in the doorway of the library, the silly girl had so foolishly left open. Anyone could have been there, not that Donna would ever let that happen. This was all hers. Just hers. The soft brown tresses of hair, rough from laying on pillows not that long ago. Donna’s fingers ached to wrap those locks in her grasp. The long white nightgown hugged shapely hips, the flare of them dimpled with muscle as well as giving fat. Tasting the skin there made Donna’s tongue come out to wet her bottom lip.

Her precious doll, for all of her baser nature and killer instinct had yet to notice that she was being watched.

Cassandra cursed, the raspy lilt of it causing Donna’s spine to stiffen. A wave of sheer need to be the one causing her to say such un lady like things. Yet curiosity at just what Cassandra was doing here stayed Donna making her presence known. For now.

“Fuck, think! It had something to do with silver.” The deep growl after each word cut the quiet.

Wondering how either of her sisters found any type of pleasure in these old dusty pages would never make sense to the little warrior. Sharp edges and leaking blood made sense to her, this didn’t. Snatching the next book she touched, opening it still facing towards the bookcase. Calloused fingertips flipping through the yellowed pages.

“There you are!” Cassandra hissed quietly.

Fangs wickedly curved and sharp flashed as Cassie smiled, having found what she wanted. A silver-colored flower that reminded her of Lady Donna. The illustration had caught her eye first, the medium sized silvery white leaves, with yellow and white flowers. The silky cushion of finely cut leaves made her think of Donnas face. Most of the words next to the picture meant little to the hunter as she scanned them, finding the bolded name of the plant at the bottom.

“Silver Mound,” Cassandra held the book closer to her field of vision. Like it was going to help her pronounce the next words, ”Artem- Artemis-“

“Artemisia Schmiditiana. They are semi- evergreen, even in winter climates. Apart of the perennial flower family.”

Lady Donna molded her taller frame to her smaller lover, pressing her against the bookcase. The crinkle of the aged pages as the book fell from Cassandra’s grasp. Caught easily with nimble fingers as Donna placed her lips to the cold skin along Cassie’s neck. Both women knew that the brown haired women could just swarm and be free of the Lord’s warm body. Pale hand running up the length of Cassandra’s side as the other reached up to place the book back.

“What is my little doll doing out of bed?”

Cassadra growled, mad that her body was already responding to the little marks and nibbles her Lord was placing along her neck. Gentle arching slope of her nose inhaling fresh fragrance of roses. Something Donna loved about her prized little doll was that no matter how many times she cleaned herself, the smell of the copper crimson liquid never really left her skin. Bloodlust seeped from Cassandra at every given second of every day, It drove the Lord crazy, knowing that with a few choice words and actions she could have this fiercely proud and domineering women fold to her ever command. The lack of an answer started the battle of dominance between them.

Dexterous fingers made easy work of threading between the long tawny colored hair, and giving a sharp tug. Yanking Cassandra’s head back fully. With the Lords clear height advantage Cass had no choice but to accept the view her Lord awarded her with. The moonlight catching the silver like scar tissue, making it shimmer and dance. Making Cassandra fidget from just how mesmerizing her Lord looked.

“Answer me.”

The edge of the white gown was being hiked up, the grip in her hair switching to her throat. Squeezing as Donna hunched over her prey, her body all encompassing. Even with both hands occupied Donna had no issue with capturing her lovers arms, the invisible warmth of phantom-like limbs always made Cassie weak in the knees. She could feel them, but no matter how hard she looked she could never see them. An unseen force that could rend flesh from bone without Lady Beneviento lifting a finger.

Their purpose now was different now, used to hoist Cassandra’s arm high above her head, iron clad. The hunter could see the indentation of where the fingers were pressing, but like always could not see them.

“Reading.” Cassandra prodded.

The very act of responding in such a disrespectful way, and stating the obvious had the air leaving Cassies lungs as they were compressed along her ribs. Donna having laid her full weight on her, making the bookcase groan in warning. The easy way Donna could bruise the icy skin along the brawn of Cassandras thigh left them both breathless for a second. The pain of those deft fingers digging in and marking her skin made Cass moan softly. Not just anyone could get her to actively bruise this quickly. This just was for her Lord. The bewitching women looking down at her from way up there.

Trimmed nails making work of yanking up Cassandras nightgown to above her ass, baring the lacy blank panties. The sharp slap making Cass jump slightly but giving little room to move from her hands still being pinned. She pulled back against those phantom limbs but like always Lady Donna could easily overpower her little doll anytime she wanted. The hand around her neck, taking the edges of her vision as Donna bent down and placed a tender kiss to parted lips,

“Try again.”

Another stinging slap to the bared skin under her panties made Cass yelp this time, the pain from this one was twice as intense as the first. Drawing a heady moan to leave her as her thighs pressed together, fighting the warm wetness she felt there. The urge to leave more marks on her perfect doll had the Lord attacking every inch of exposed skin between her hold on her women’s neck and along her shoulders. Blunt teeth finding ease puncturing the hard muscled skin she found. Drawing a pained moan from cupid bowed lips.

“I- I wanted to surprise you my Lord. Wanted to show you that I can learn about something you like. It reminded me of you.” Cassandra simpered, between pants.

The brown-haired women was instantly rewarded for her answer with warm fingers sliding between the hem of her panties, a throaty groan in her ear as Donna felt her wetness. Sliding strong long fingers between, parting dewy lips. The soft hair framing her sex coated in her arousal. Sweet kisses replaced the hand around Cassie’s throat as she was lifted and flipped to face Donna. The slim waist easily fit between brawny thighs. The hunter was completely left open, the tearing sound of her underwear as they were ripped from her. The rough treatment making the smaller women cream at the thought of more.

Cassadra Demitrescu was a warrior. A hunter. The one who always chased her prey. Yet when it came to Donna, her immeasurable power and dominating aura when she handled Cassandra. It made her fold like paper in the wind, all of the strength and bold actions were just that, actions. She played her part for her family, but in the privacy and security of Donna’s arms she let herself go. Always putting up just enough fight to make her Lord put her in her place.

“Gaurdami. I only will ask once. If you look away for even a split second, I’ll stop.” Lady Donna’s voice was deep from misuse as always.

Making Cassandra shiver, arms still held above her head, the ache of this position made her flush. Though she did as she was told, all to familiar with the husky Italian. She stomach cramped sinfully as she watched long fingers slide down her chest and come to cup her breast through her nightgown. Donna smiled as she felt her lover’s nipples harden instantly under her teasing, groping hand. Her other hand slid over creamy thighs, feeling the tremble of them as she danced her fingers just shy of the apex of Cassandra’s thighs.

Every inch of Cassandra enthralled Donna, the flush of her cheeks, the labored way her chest rose and fell, the soft give of her breast, that fit perfectly in her hand. Amber colored eyes framed by lovely eyelashes, cute little cub like fangs poking. Utterly perfect. Silver-tinged eye finding its way between her legs, finding her open and waiting. Her pussy was drooling for Donna, all for her. Possessiveness corded through her lithe frame, her control slipping, the devouring need to feel her around her fingers.

Cass could see the change instantly; she knew just what she needed to really make her Lord release that demon Cassandra craved. Locking her legs around her torso, pulling the larger women flush against her, ruining her nice black night gown with her slick. A few long hard ruts truly cemented not only her scent but her arousal all over her Lords gown.

“You little infuriating thing.” Donna snarled.

The last layer of chains were snapped, driving two fingers deep inside of Cassie before she could make connection with the fabric of the gown. The scream that wanted to leave was smothered. Lady Donna having sealed her hand over Cass’s mouth and nose, cutting off all airflow to even scream. Having no control of her arms still she could only take all her Lord was giving her. Talented fingers finding her g-spot, curling around the spongy tissue in a ‘come hither motion.

The velvet smooth walls gripped Donna like an old friend, drawing her even deeper with each thrust. Cassandra looked stunning, her head was thrown back, knocking a few books from shelves from just how hard she was being fucked. Neither cared about the mess, Donna was too caught up with feeling her women freely leak cream down her palm and onto her wrist. How could someone look so beautiful on the precipitous of passing out from the lack of oxygen was a large reason why she kept her like this. Tears starting to fall from glowing yellow eyes, her face a lovely shade of red now.

The trust Cassandra had for her Lord always stopped her from swarming away to breath, she knew Donna knew her like the back of her hand, knowing just how long to hold her. Trapping and forcing her lungs to cycle what little air was left in them to prolong this feeling. The light headedness swirling with the searing pleasure between her legs. When Donna finally gave to rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, no longer wanting to tease her poor little fuck doll.

“That’s it, look at how ravishing you are for me. Tell me who owns this principessa.”

Lady Donna voice was hoarse, pent up with need and icy, full of her rightful ownership of Cassandra. Mind, body, and soul all belonged to the Lord and they both knew it. Releasing her hand from over Cassies mouth, the smaller women gasped and panted as fresh air wheezed into greedy lungs. Even though her vison was blurry with tears she dared not look away from her Lord. The rush of ecstasy threading its way through her body, The indent of the spines of the books biting into her back as she was fucked senseless against the shelving.

“Al- All yours my Lord. Only you own me, no- no one else.”

A prideful purr left Donna as she doubled her efforts, releasing the phantom bonds on her lovers arms with a thought. Instantly finding sharp nails digging into her shoulders as she worked Cassandra. Expert flicks of her tongue along the sweaty coolness of her neck, ragged breathing tickling her ear.

Her fuck doll knew better than to be too loud even with her freely moaning in Donnas ear. These little whimpers and yelps were only for her Lords ears. The burning stretch as a third finger was swiftly added, strong limber arm holding up the brown-haired women’s weight with ease. Toned legs flexing as Cass braced her feet along Donnas lower back. The splendid muscles found there braced for her, making it all the easier to find purchase.

“Cum.”

Cassandras fangs sank into Donnaa neck as her orgasm curled from the pit of the stomach to every inch of her body. Her toes tingled, spine arching as black blood flooded into her mouth. Drinking greedily as another orgasm slammed into her from her bloodlust taking over, needed to be sated as well.

Donna groaned, feeling her own panties soak through from her arousal. Rocking her gently the rather lewd sound of her fingers sliding free from Cassandra, who for all of her endurance never failed to turn rather limp after Donna was done with her. Cassie licked the bruised skin around where she had bitten. Cleaning up the little drops of black blood that had slipped past her lips.

Waiting fingers tapped at her lips, coated in her creamy cum. Her tongue already drawing them in.

#donna beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #oneshot #re8 village #donna benevento x Cassandra #DonnaxCass #drabble challenge

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fantasy-relax · 2 months

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Inefable plan

Part 3.

Bela Dimitrescu x g!p reader

Note: brain rot about Daniela sorry, Bela will appear soon. I hope.

"I think I love you as I will had loved my sibling if I could had one"

"I was thinking that maybe we could go to auntie donna place, the waterfall is beautiful! The perfect place for a date!"

"That's why you bring me here? I have better things to do than listen to your childish fantasies Daniela"

"Is not childish! And you were the one that wanted to keep us a secret! I'm just doing what you wanted! "

"Whathever, I'm already here. Why don't you use your mouth for something good? I have been so stressed lately"

"Can we just pass time together?, the sky is full of stars tonight maybe we can go stargazing, it will be romantic!"

"We should have a picnic, we should go to the lake, we should go stargazing, Dear Mother Miranda I can't stand you anymore, I have enough of you, get lost"

"what?"

"I had enough of you, you are too annoying I can't stand you anymore"

"You can't what? Why?... You said you loved me-YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!"

"You were just a good fuck, did you really think somebody could love any of you?"

"How delu-AGH"

"How stupid"

Voices, shadows, images, memories from a long time ago of one sickly stupid useless girl.

You can't do anything.

She is sorry her chest hurt so much while cleaning she was almost done, please mom.

You are an hindrance.

She would stay out the way! She wouldn't bother you dad!

Why they can't love her?

If you can't give me a child then you had no use to me.

NO NO NO IT'S TOO COLD OUTSIDE OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE SHE WOULD BE GOOD WIFE PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR SHE DON'T WANT TO DIE

Why he can't love her?

Recent memories started mixing with the past ones.

"Yes keep going this how friends help friends"

"I love you too, why don't you let me show you my love?"

"Shut your mouth pretty girls should stay quiet"

The voices grow louder and louder.

"Annoying" "Useless" "Worthless" "Pathetic" "Stupid" "Delusional" "Unlovable"

UNLOVABLE

A gentle voice call for her but is drowned by the cruel ones repeating the same word again and again.

"Unlovable, unlovable, unlovable" Why, why, why.

"She lied to you, nothing she said is true" the soft voice said, it's familiar.

She feel arms around her, she nows is safe, now the shadows can't touch her.

"You are mine and Cass's precious baby sister, a beloved daughter for our mother, an adored niece to our uncles and aunt and the dearest granddaughter of our grandmother Miranda, you are part of a big family that loves you so much, we would always love you not matter what. "

The voice is Bela, her sister....

...she sounds so sad because of her.

Why is she such a mess?

Why she always causes trouble?

She should stay away but the embrace of her sister was something that she can't deny.

How pathetic she is.

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If she stayed in the library she won't cause trouble or be in the way. So that's what she did, stay quiet be small is better like this.

If only her family could understand that. Her sisters will come to her with invitations to go hunting, riding or simply hang out together. Her mother will come with a tray full of her favorites dishes and won't go away until she finishes everything.

Why they can see they will be better without her?

"I think that story is pretty depressing"

A maid is talking to her? Why? What she want to get from her?

"I prefer this one, made my bad days better" it's a tattered nothing like the majestic books in the library but she knows that to be like that it must be read it frequently, why are you offering her this? " Tell me what you think after you finished, lady Daniela." oh, well she had never read this book.

She took the book nodding without words, she had nothing to say to you.

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The poor peasant, a humble but talented coobler fall in love with one of the daughters of the king after being summoned to work for shoes for the queen.

The youngest sister, Sera was betrothed to a foreign prince, but unknown to her family he was cruel, she naive about the world fall easily in his twisted games.

The coobler discovered this and told everything to the oldest, Kara, that enraged made her mission to cause suffering to the prince. The coobler help her as he considered the youngest his friend. Seeing another side of the shy boy plus his caring nature made easy for Kara to fall in love.

It was amazing and the schemes were really funny.

The next time that she sees you in the library, she run towards you, she was so excited that she forgets that she could simply swarm to you.

"I had never read this! It was amazing! The coobler was so sweet! And the prince was such an asshole"

"I know right? I was cheering every time the princess knocked his ego, after all the shitty ways he hurt her sister it was well deserved, I almost pass out laughing when he fell in the stable direct in the horse shit"

"Me too!"

After that every time that you have duties in the library she will talk about some of her favorite stories and you will tell her yours.

Her sisters always overprotective would watch every interaction either discreetly with some flies or glaring at you when they were with her in the library. At first you were worried but after some days you were calmer and even sometimes she would catch smiling at their direction. It was pride or relief? She can't make sense of your actions.. Unless you... You were in love with her! And this was your way of proving yourself to her family!

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"I think I love you as I will had loved my sibling if I could had one"

What?...you love her but as a sibling?

"Can we talk more when Friday comes? I need to go lady Daniela I have more work to"

She let you go easily, your declaration was something that nobody had ever tell her.

Maids will say that they love her like lovers. Just to end breaking her heart up when they can't keep the lie.

Or say they preferred to be friends just to use her and abuse her trust.

Nobody had ever said that they see her as family. Except for, well, her family.

It sounds..

Safe... Good.

You bicker with her when she spoils the story you were currently reading or when you two had different about the characters.

You remind her of eating when she loses track of the time engrossed in her books.

You support her when she is having a bad day, you won't hug her but you will talk about louder than the voices that acossed her mind and will stay longer even if you end up being scolded by Greta the head maid for taking so much time in the library.

You act a lot like her sisters do even if you are limited by your status as a maid of the castle. If you weren't...

But how?

Her mama adopted her but she doesn't think she will do the same with you. Maybe if she put her best puppy eyes?

... No, It won't work.

The other option is that you married one of her sisters so you can become her sister in law.

... That could work

But Cassandra is... Cassandra, even if she was interested you are too soft for her, you flinch at the violence and looks close to fainting when is your turn to clean the gore in the room.

Bela is a workaholic she is not interested in romance at all, the most she does is sleep with maids that ask her and that she finds pretty enough.

What to do, what to do.

Wait.

If you date any of her sisters you would have less time with her!

She knows how possessive they are! They will keep you all for them!

Maybe she can wait a little before playing matchmaker, she wants to hang out with you more.

She is not being possessive! She knows how to share!

She will show you how wonderful being part of her family is and then she will guide you to one of her sisters!

You will become her sister at last!

Yes, is a good plan.

#resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #My work

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caitlynmeow · 4 months

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Since you did Bela, can you do the the two remaining sisters for your prompt ?

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them:

Daniela is the baby of the family and it shows because she's such a brat who doesn't listen to anything or anyone she has no problems arguing with Bela right in front of their mother because she knows that Alcina is not going to say anything about it. She's also different from her sisters and I think this is really what gives her that distinctive personality and you can't just not love that, you know? Like, the girls are vicious hunters and Daniela especially has little impulse control (slashing that maid's face with a knife just because) but she's actually more tame and the weakest hunter out of the three. She has her own hobbies, she'd much rather be reading or looking after her flowers (she takes that very seriously) than go out and hunt. It made her weaker, which is why Alcina locked her up in the library to protect her because while she dotes on her youngest, she knows when things are about to get serious and that's when mama gets all protective. Cassandra- I love how fucking dramatic she is???? Waving that handkerchief is what did it for me I just knew this one is different and I was right. She's a brat, but unlike Daniela she doesn't keep to herself. Bela is appalled by the mess Cassandra caused in the cellars because this is just her brand. Chasing Ethan around going all "rawr" and literally just messing with him? Pure gold. I also live how her dramatic ass makes her flies scream when her mother is nearby just so that Alcina can make an entrance. You can easily tell she's a handful and the fact that their mother chose her to team up with tells you a lot. Alcina literally just lets her play and have fun, but she gets all serious and scolds her when it's needed. Idk but honestly Cassandra is the one who's closest to Alcina and she lives for the drama.

Why I don’t:

Doesn't apply. They're adorable cinnamon rolls who did nothing wrong their whole lives.

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

I loved Daniela arguing with Bela the most because yes this is obviously the baby and she's not afraid to run her mouth.

My favorite is how excited Cassandra gets when her mother is around like girlie is just beaming and literally just bouncing in excitement???? So precious.

Favorite season/movie:

Long live Castle Dimitrescu.

Favorite line:

Daniela: "Ugh! Ow, so mean!" Cassandra: "Look forward to what mother has in store for you."

Favorite outfit:

I think Daniela would rock any crop top. Cassandra in any type of skinny jeans is just too hot for us mortals to handle.

Head Canon

Daniela:

1- She loves her sisters!! She argues with them a lot, and she always feels like they don't take her seriously but she cannot imagine living without them. 2- Despite her personality, she actually doesn't like anything related to horror and gets scared easily. 3- She has an innocent mindset. She doesn't always assume the worst about people, often taking their word at face value which can end her in bad situations because she does fall for these things (its also because she's eager to help) 4- She admires her mother greatly, hoping that one day she can grow up and be just as pretty. 5- She loves pranks and practical jokes! She pulls them on anybody, doesn't matter if its a family member or a staff member. Bored Daniela is going to have her fun one way or another.

Cassandra:

1- She loves souvenirs! Like whether in game or any AU, she's the one who just loves to have a reminder. In the game she literally says that, and she often keeps hair and nails of her victims because hey why not, you know? I think she'd be the same in modern AU like any place they visit Cass is the one raiding these souvenir shops buying heaps of things she doesn't really need. 2- Cassandra is sensitive! And ironically, she's the one who is more guarded (esp with her feelings) so it's not easy to tell. But those who really know her know exactly her fragile her emotions are. 3- She is possessive. What's hers is hers and girlie doesn't like to share anything. 4- She gives off left-handed energy so I will confidently say that she's left handed. 5- She is a big introvert!! She prefers keeping to herself and recharging her social battery at home as opposed to being out all the time. Despite her wild chaotic energy, Cassandra needs her quiet time to find her balance again.

Unpopular opinion:

Daniela actually has more self preservation instincts than her sisters. She's the only sister who runs into hiding when the window is open because she knows she can't fight like that. So she does the right thing (unlike her sisters who just charge in not caring that they're freezing to death) So I really think she's the more sensible one who actually thinks before acting. Cassandra: She-- How do I say this, she enjoys being part of a family? With her especially, she's never alone. Alcina is literally with her, and she talks about calling Bela and she even call out to her sisters. I think this goes back to her being more sensitive which means she's more emotional than the others and really holds her family dear. She's always talking about them and being with them. She literally was never alone during the castle section like Alcina knows which daughter constantly needs her presence and we can all see that. It's just that Cassandra is actually a huge family person but she's good at hiding so only her mom and sisters know about it.

A wish:

;w; can we pls get a dlc with their lives in the castle before Ethan happened.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen:

Nope, been there done that. They still live in my heart though. Canon? I don't know her.

5 words to best describe them:

Daniela: funny - smart - resourceful - spoiled - quick to anger Cassandra: drama queen - sentimental - hunter - sassy - mama's girl

My nickname for them:

Daniela: Dani- baby Cassandra: Cass - Cassie

#thank you for sending this one in!!#i love talking about these girls lol #meme #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #re8 #headcanon #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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unhealthyfanobsession · 2 years

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ik it’s hc that azriel doesn’t like living w nessian bc of all the ~noise~ but i think he likes nessian generally more than feysand like individually and as a couple. like he’s friends w both nesta and cass compared to feyre being his high lady and they’re friends by default and he also works for rhys. could you do like a thing where he’s like yh imma broody emo boi but nessian are so precious to me <3 i love it when other people admire them

Hello everyone it’s me the person who asked for prompts then disappeared for hours - work decided to actually require me to do my job - very unreasonable. Anyway I’m into the prompts now so here you go …

Rhys and Cassian were both Azriel’s brothers, and he loved them equally. He just didn’t always like them equally. Today was one of those days. One of those days when the power Rhys didn’t care to try and press down just pounded a little too aggressively in Azriel’s ears and the weight of Feyre’s sunshine chatter about the children in her art class was just a little too saccharine.

Truth be told, Cassian was Rhys’ favorite too so Azriel didn’t feel bad when he needed a break from his High Lord and Lady.

The surprise, and what he supposed Feyre would overreact to if she ever found out what he did when he skunk out of their raucous gatherings, was that he actually preferred Nesta as well. Everyone was surprised by their friendship, but they shouldn’t have been. The two held a tenuous sort of respect even before Nesta accepted the mating bond.

Probably because of their mutual love affair with just a few moments of fucking silence.

Pushing into the massive upper floor library - a recent addition the House merely conjured into existence a few years back, Azriel was greeted not with nosy questions or overly exaggerated exclamations of joy at his presence, but with a single slim finger lifting over the pages of a book.

A clear order for absolute silence while Nesta finished her chapter.

Azriel smirked to himself, shadows relaxing softly against his shoulders as he crossed to the large brown leather chair that always held the book he was working his way through. Right across from Nesta’s curve backed little cushion pod and Cassian’s cherrywood desk.

Many peaceful nights had been passed in this library. Nesta entranced in a romance, Azriel devouring the latest mystery Gwyn had recommended, and Cassian pouring over a map until, innevitably, a certain scene in Nesta’s book drew a scent that had the mates no longer respecting his wish for silence.

Somehow, Azriel found he didn’t even mind that. It was a choreographed dance between them at this point. Paper would crinkle under Cassian’s fingers when the realization reached him. Maybe a sly remark would slip out, but more often than not his wings would simply flair and Nesta would give a raise if her hand if she wanted to continue reading or close the book and set it down if not.

No giggling uncomfortably or heated cheeks. Just 2 mates so entirely comfortable with each other, and with him, that they lived and moved as one.

The sun had just begun it’s leisurely descent across the Sidra when a soft sigh and a gentle thud clued Azriel in that Nesta had finished her book.

“Any good?” He asked, not even looking up from his page.

“I wish,” Nesta snorted, stretching up in her chair like a cat. “Day time is-“

“For maps and history and strategy, I know. Apologies for thinking such things could be interesting.”

“Now you sound like Cassian,” Nesta joked easily, arm draping back over the chair as, without pause, she reached down into the overstuffed cushions and pulled out a much smaller, much more fun looking book.

“You really do know how to cut with words, Lady Death.”

Nesta snorted. “Where is the brute, anyway? I haven’t heard stomping or swords clanging around in hours.”

“River Palace.” Azriel looked back down at his book, knowing that no other explanation was required.

No one was questioned Cassian’s need to be at the centre of a social circle the same way no one had ever questioned why Azriel disintegrated into shadow when the crowd got too big or too loud. They had questioned Nesta, at one point. Considered it unacceptable that she may not want to be a part of everything.

Azriel had always understood that about her, though he never spoke it aloud before. Theirs was an unspoken understanding.

One that drifted easily back into hours of silent companionship with the nod of a head.

When Cassian did return, he was not stomping or swinging a sword. Nor was he about to engage in review of complex documents, from the look of it.

Azriel wasn’t sure why it didn’t annoy him, the way Cassian simply pushed into the room, lifted Nesta into his arms, settled himself back into her chair before draping her body over his. Maybe it was the fact that the entire time, Nesta just kept reading. Neither of them said a word as Cassian leaned back, closing his tired eyes and running a calming thumb over Nesta’s wrist while she read, body melting into his.

Nesta and Cassian’s love was spiked cider in December - warm and soft and comfortable. It was not loud, it was not hands constantly raked across bodies in public (well, mostly it wasn’t that…).

Life with Nesta and Cassian was … simple, Azriel realized.

The simplicity of two people who were so entirely comfortable in their own skin and life and love.

It hurt, sometimes, but it was never annoying. And above all, Azriel could admit now … it was comforting.

If Lady Death and the Lord of Bloodshed could find a peaceful love, perhaps there was hope for anyone.

#nessian #azriel #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #azriel fanfic #cassian #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #nesta and cassian #a court of silver flames #gwynriel

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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OKAY BABE HERE ARE SOME UNHINGED ASKS. Starling. Tell me about it. Is there a scene that shines like the starling's wing?

THIS FIC IS MY BABY. this is my "Steph goes through some stuff and takes on a new mantle outside of anyone else's legacy including her own" fic. this is my darling (hah — starling? darling? hehe) my beloved it touches on Steph's relationships with every other member of the fam and one of my favorite things is Steph and Damian, so —

Steph didn't do sleepovers much as a kid. Most of her school friends lived in the same poor area she did and they often had shitty family situations and so- sleepovers, or getting together at people's homes, wasn't really a thing. The few times Stephanie had spent the night at someone else's place, though, she found that she was usually the first person awake.

She's not a tremendous night owl, is the thing — oh, she handles nightlife just fine, working through the night as Spoiler-Robin-Batgirl, but in her own free time? She prefers getting up early to staying up late, the opposite of both Tim and Cass. So even when she stays up late into the night, like last night sleeping over with Cass, she tends to get up early.

Which is why she's now alone in the kitchen at the Manor, hunting around for something to snack on while she tries to define herself in a visual way — aka, Pinterest boarding for new costume and/or identity ideas. Her dad is dead, so Spoiler is a thing of the past. Robin was... never meant to last, not for her. And the Batgirl mantle has never sat right on her shoulders. It's a question of what she wants to convey, visually speaking, as much as it is a question of who she is. She pulls a box of trail mix bars from a cabinet and picks through to find a yogurt-dipped one before retreating to a sitting room at the outside edge of the house.

There's sunlight here, streaming in brightly through the tall filigreed windows onto plush velvet seating and soft cream colored carpet that her feet sink into almost like sand. Steph sits down in one of the chairs and pulls the tablet from underneath her arm, tapping in her security code before pausing to open her granola bar. She loses herself in the unusually mindful scroll for a while, idly enjoying the quiet stillness of the huge house before anyone else is up. If mornings here are like this, she thinks she might need to stay over more.

She lifts her head from the thumbnails of violet fabrics and combat boots to stare out one of the windows. It looks out on the garden, filled with light and growth. This room must not be used as much as others, because there's a thin layer of constantly-moving dust in the air, shimmering in the clear beams of morning light.

There's a sound of movement at the entrance to the room and Steph jolts from her reverie to see Damian standing there, arms crossed over a Nightwing-themed t-shirt and cardigan she's pretty sure was stolen from Tim's closet. "'Morning, little bat," she greets cheerfully. Usually, Dami moves silently, even on the creakiest of floors; he must either have meant to alert her to his presence, or else is far more at ease than normal.

"I didn't realize anyone else was awake yet," Damian says, confirming the latter of Steph's suspicions. "Good morning, Stephanie." He looks quizzically at her, then at the tablet in her lap. "What are you working on?"

Steph gestures him over. "Trying to figure out where I'm going next. I can't go back to Batgirl," she says. "I need to try something new." A fresh start, she thinks, and if anyone can understand that, it's Damian. It shows on his face, too, the childish enthusiasm he so rarely shows lighting up in his eyes as he glances over her screen, scattered ideas and plans laid out across it.

"Yes, I knew you were exploring new options in your vigilante career," he says, then fixes her with an intense, almost excited look that makes her want a camera, because Damian looks his age and she thinks it's precious. "Do you know European starlings?" He asks.

"Can't say I know any personally, no," Steph says, probably too deadpan considering that Damian is an animal-loving little nerd who might actually have made friends with the birds in question. "But yeah, the crazy little guys that fly in huge flocks. They're everywhere."

Damian nods, ignoring her joke. He reaches for her tablet, pauses to look to her for permission. "Be my guest," she says, scooting over in the huge chair. "Come on, plenty of space. Your artistic eye might help," she adds, watching him quietly preen as he moves to sit beside her.

Dami taps at the search bar on the screen, pulling up a series of pictures showing small birds that look like they've been painted by someone practicing their pointillism. "European starlings are known for flying in murmurations," he explains, "But even on their own they're quite striking." He turns the screen toward her, zooms in on the picture of a bird, seemingly-gold-tipped feathers fluffed out to show a film of shimmering jewel tone colors lighting up the black plumage. It looks, primarily, purple, with holographic blues and greens swirled in.

Steph stares at the picture, then at Damian. "That's a real bird," she says doubtfully. "Not computer generated or retouched?"

Damian nods sagely. "Look," he says, scrolling past countless more pictures of birds with the same color scheme, understated-yet-bright jewel tones, tipped with lighter spots at the edges. Steph can feel her face lighting up as she considers the possibilities of shimmering through the night.

"Dami," she says, grinning, "You might be a genius."

"Well, of course," he says haughtily in reply, but falters. "I could... draft some suit designs, if you like," he offers, a touch tentative.

Steph ruffles his hair. "I would love that."

#the more i write batfam the more i end up sprinkling a few swear words into my fics #bc like... it just Makes Sense for some characters yknow???#aaand then there's tim who iirc canonically kneecaps himself wrt curse words and i find that hilarious also #anyway. steph and dami best sister-brother dynamic mayhaps. I'm so soft about them #they're SWEETIES #Lu writes #batfam #starling

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rightpastnowhere · 2 years

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annnnnd finally, the last of the headcanons for @essayofthoughts !! sorry it’s taken five years lol

gwendolyn de rolo

sexuality headcanon: idk yet!! we only know her as a baby and i don’t really ever get vibes from kiddos.

favorite ship(s): again!! idk!! we haven’t seen much of her other than that she’s precious, and idk who the kids her age are??? idk

brotp: i love the idea that she and vax ii are like,,, best friends. they seem to be the closest in age, so i imagine they’d grow up a bit closer than they are to the rest of the siblings. they seem to be the gentlest of the kiddos just from their demeanor in the portrait, so i imagine they’d just bond over being similar?? idk. i also think vesper is fiercely protective of gwen. she doesn’t face too much adversity - vex and percy and cass, too, make sure of that - but there’s a couple of assholes here and there, moreso when they travel. and vesper will just stick to gwen’s side - she’s got a lil bit of clout as the “angel-blessed de rolo”, and uses it to be more persuasive, or just as intimidation. no one gets to fuck with her baby siblings.

notp: don’t ship her with her siblings?? i guess???? again, shipping opinions usually require more content for me to make

happy headcanon: she has a dream for a while as a kid of being a skyship pirate. this is after vex takes her up on the broom (it’s a tradition for the kids, they fly very slowly and very safely, percy designs a special seat for them), and takes gwen to see the skyship port that i think whitestone has idk (if not then they just see a skyship at some point. work with me here). and gwen, who’s already been on the cusp of a pirate phase, decides she wants to fly forever. and she wants to be a pirate because they sound so cool!!! but don’t worry, she’s gonna be a good pirate. the bestest pirate ever. she’s gonna go help people!! cause that’s what good pirates do!!! (leona tries to cut in that that’s not what pirates do but vesper elbows her in the ribs.) after that she forces her siblings to play sky pirates with her, all the time. no one can say no to her. trinket is the skyship.

angsty headcanon: she’s a good kid by nature, but as she grows older she gets this... pressure to be good, to stay good. never from her parents, not directly, although their offhanded comments on her being such an angel compared to their siblings factor in a little, so unintentionally. but after being the “sweet” one for so long, after hearing compliments and praise from tutors and workers in the castle and family friends, it sort of becomes... ingrained in her that she’s “the good kid”. she’s afraid to get into trouble or mischief, not only because of consequences, but this fear that she’ll be acting out of place. and as her siblings grow up and start having their own issues - vesper with some separation anxiety (born in the midst of all of that trauma, and then dalen’s closet), the twins’ self esteem issues, vax’s anxieties (these are all headcanons btw), she feels pressured to not bring up her own issues. after all, she’s the good kid. she’s the easy kid. she’s supposed to balance out her siblings, right? so she stays out of trouble while her siblings cause her parents stress. she keeps quiet about her own issues so she’s not adding to their burdens. they’re not that bad, anyway. they’re not as bad. right?

random headcanon: her tail!! is incredibly expressive!!! much more so than typical tieflings. because her family is the Fucking Best and whitestone doesn’t tolerate intolerance, she’s never felt pressured to repress the tiefling aspects of herself. so her tail waves back and forth when she’s happy, thrashes low to the ground when she’s angry, and the tip will kind of twitch back and forth like a little pendulum when she’s antsy or excited but trying not to be too expressive about it, kind of like bouncing on your toes. she ALSO incorporates it into hugs all the time, but especially when someone is feeling extra sad or insecure. it’s a little lifeline of support!! and love!!! and when she’s feeling anxious herself, she’ll wrap it around arms or legs, or around her own wrists, and people always use it as a sign to give her big hugs or ask what’s wrong.

general opinion: WHEN I SAW HER IN THE DE ROLO PORTRAIT MY FATE WAS SEALED. I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND I WILL LOVE HER UNTIL THE END OF DAYS

i can’t believe it. everyone who wrote a tiefling baby rolo wins, actually, congrats to all of you. AND SHE’S THE SWEETEST!! SHE’S THE BABY!! she gets everything she wants. her hand might be wrapped around her dad’s finger, but it’s percy who’s wrapped around her finger. he couldn’t be happier. i also think it’s good that she’s the baby - percy is probably far enough removed from All That Shit that he can only see gwen as a blessing. he probably actually laughs about, because when vox machina comes to see her, they all just turn to slowly look at percy. and he fucking loses it. but regardless, gwen is just a sign that, despite all of his past mistakes, he’s alive. he’s alive and he has a family, and those past mistakes very well may be the reason he’s gotten to this point in his life. and he wouldn’t trade his life, or any of his children, for the world.

to summarize: holy shit i love gwendolyn de rolo

#GWEN UR MY ANGELLLL #if we see any of the de rolo babies in c3. ESPECIALLY gwen. i will bawl my eyes out #i had her make a little cameo in the tal'dorei reborn one-shot that i ran #and she was easily my players' favorite part of the game #and my favorite part as well #i fucking love her so much #gwendolyn de rolo #perc’ahlia #vox machina #critical role #gwendolyn zahra melanie von musel de rolo #just wanted to see if i could memorize it. i can #essayofthoughts

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moose-muffin · 1 year

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I know only Jessie and James are in the list for TR, but what about Butch? And Cassidy, if you feel obligated. 😂 You don't have to answer if you don't want to; I know Butch and Cassidy don't appear often enough. 😅

P.S. Lee!James, and Rocketshipping in the tickles scenario in general are a precious thing. 🥰🥰🥰

I like this stuff too, but am closeted lately. 😂 Though Lee!Butch is a favorite concept of mine. 🥰

AWWW HI!! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE SUPER DUPER LONG WAIT ON THIS ONE BUT LETS GET INTO IT!!!!! IM TOTALLY WILLING TO DO BUTCH AND CASSIDY FOR YOU AND I TRULY APPRECIATE YOUR PATIENCE!! TO RESPOND TO YOUR PS, YES THEY ARE TRULY JUST TEH MOST ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME MOMENTS

Butch: HEHEHE WHAT A GUY!!! im gonna go with 30% ler and 70% lee bc as much as he seems super macho and strong he would def be ticklish, I know it!

Lee:

- it’s definitely not as often that cassidy or butch get in tickle fights as they are much more career oriented than our other sillies, but when and if they do Butch is usually the lee

-he is certainly ticklish, maybe not too much but I’d say like his ribs and his knees would be pretty bad

-super raspy voice means a raspy laugh too and it’s just so fun to listen to

Ler:

-he’s a very awkward ler because he hasn’t experienced tickling too often. But he makes it work and he does learn from Cassidy which is a nice plus!

- he tends to do it as retaliation rather than just for fun, but sometimes if he’s feeling goofy he might go for it!

Cassidy: a complete flop 70% ler and 30 % lee!

Lee:

- I’d say her lee moments come from back in her days of being friends with Jessie. Though I’m sure Cass dished out a lot of tickles too but we’ll get there next

-she’s definitely ticklish in very unconventional places so she gets away with pretending to not be ticklish. I’d say like her arms or her legs are super sensitive to gentle tickles and probably her sides too

Ler:

- here’s where she gets to shine ✨

- a tickler queen! she is so strong and knows exactly where to tickle to get people to go down, it’s impressive tbh!

- teasy, absolutely the worst! She will just talk about how incapable you are of getting her to stop and talk about how sweet it is that you can’t escape, so so belittling (but let’s be honest the lee probably loves it so very much)

- her and butch rarely go at it but when they do it’s usually Cassidy on top

THATS ALL IVE GOT, IM SORRY ITS TAKEN ME F O R E V E R TO GET THESE OUT BUT I HOLE THEYRE WORTH IT EVEN A LITTLE BIT!! THANK YOU SMUHC AND ILY, YOU ARE AMAZINF

#Cassidy and butch tickle #pokemon tickle #madis hcs up in here

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burr-ell · 2 years

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ok but like. baby gwen de rolo.

she’s super close with her auntie zahra, and maybe lillith too. her siblings were babysat by tieflings and so their baby sister being one barely makes them bat an eye. she is, to date, the only child in exandria who has successfully made kashaw smile for longer than a single second. (he never engaged in baby talk with the kids, but zahra has heard him occasionally discussing military strategy with them. she’s never telling percy or vex that that’s where they learned to be such absolute menaces at hide and seek.)

percy loves all his kids and is fiercely protective of gwen specifically—but he learns one day he doesn’t even really need to be, because vax’ildan and leona once beat the daylights out of a kid who bullied her. (he scolded them but had the kitchen staff bake them their favorite cakes.) he thinks he might always feel a little guilty for how his foolish decisions as a young man affected his innocent daughter, but he vows to never let his baby girl think she’s anything less than precious to him.

vex carries her up to bed a lot because she’s always falling asleep in the workshop after a long day of being papa’s best assistant. some small part of her that still instinctively holds a grudge against syldor was afraid of how percy might treat her, but she needn’t have worried—percy had tried to teach all the children to use that foul-smelling “blowtorch” thing he and tary had invented, but he was most delighted when gwen took to it like a duck to water.

vesper delightedly does her braids and helps her pick out dresses because leona never lets her do anything fun like that, and anyway it’s more fun to help her pick out colors and accessories and other silly things. by the time gwen was born, vesper was old enough to understand her father’s story, and she helped tell it to her siblings, who listen to her far more readily than percy could ever remember listening to julius. (it’s her mother’s sharp eyes, he thinks.)

wolfe reads to her sometimes; he used to get super pompous about Needing To Do Very Important Science Things except father told him rather sternly that he should make time for his siblings. (wolfe didn’t notice the regret in father’s voice, but mother and aunt cass did). it didn’t take him long to start loving the time he spends with her, and it definitely didn’t take him long to start picking out books or even making up stories where the heroes are tieflings.

just. little gwendolyn de rolo

#percahlia #perc'ahlia #quarter elves #gwendolyn de rolo #critical role #tal'dorei reborn #otp: it's yours (my heart and my judgment)

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Hello! Could you write the RE8 ladies and how they sleep? Like does Alcina snore softly or does Miranda? Anyway love your stuff!

So cute T^T I’ve got some head canons. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

I think that if Alcina is in a deep sleep, you can hear her snore very softly. She makes these snuffly little sounds and it’s so cute.

She definitely likes to hold you as you sleep, but I also think she enjoys having you wrapped around her like a backpack.

I hc that she has minor aches and pains either because of how tall she is or due to her mutation. Even though she regenerates super fast, it’s still difficult for her body to sustain such a large frame. For this reason, she enjoys using you as a hot water bottle when she sleeps.

I don’t think she moves a lot in her sleep (Which is good, you’d be crushed otherwise XD).

For the most part, she probably only needs a couple hours of sleep each day.

Donna:

Precious sleepy baby. I think she loves to sleep… Especially cuddled up next to you.

I hc that Donna can only sleep when she is completely under the covers. Her feet have to be tucked under a blanket, no exceptions. It makes her feel safer.

I think that Donna struggled with insomnia and general brain fog before she met you. Now she is able to sleep better with you there to keep her company. She’s still a light sleeper, though.

I think Donna gets cold easily so she has handmade quilts and blankets all over her bed.

Sometimes, Donna is restless and you wake up to find her draped over you. It’s so cute when her arms and hands are entangled with yours.

Miranda:

I think Miranda is a very light sleeper. A piece of paper could fall off of a table in the other room and she would bolt up in bed.

She needs little to no sleep over a multitude of days because of her powers… But, she makes exceptions to take naps and cuddle with you.

Miranda likes to hum little tunes to you before you fall asleep. It’s very relaxing.

She will often wake up and check to make sure that you are still there. It’s a deep insecurity for her to think that you might pack up and leave her one day.

Miranda likes to wrap you up in her wings. They are incredibly soft and you have no objections.

Bela:

I think Bela has insomnia. She likes to read and write things when she can’t sleep, though… You think she got a tumblr??

I hc that she sleeps the least out of the sisters and that her and Alcina are the only morning people in the family.

Bela loves having her head massaged before she falls asleep. It relaxes her deeply and you are happy to assist. Her golden hair is so soft and smells really good.

I think she lets out little squeaks when she yawns. She can’t help it, but it’s so fucking cute.

Bela likes to get comfy in bed and read to you as you hold her. It helps both of you unwind.

Cassandra:

I think Cass likes to lie right on top of you as she sleeps. She does this so she can feel if you get up.

She’ll growl at you, while half-asleep, and push you back down if you try to get off the bed. Hope you don’t have to pee a lot in the middle of the night.

Cass splays out her limbs like a starfish and typically she’ll unintentionally smother your face with her boobs. You don’t mind too much.

I think Cass likes to have one leg under the blanket and one leg uncovered.

She has to cuddle with you and tell you stuff before she can fall asleep.

She flails her arms in her sleep a lot when she dreams about hunting. She’s actually smacked you by accident a couple of times.

Daniela:

Dani is legit a smol puppy. She loves to take naps whenever possible. She sleeps the most out of her sisters, I’m sure of it.

Dani really enjoys holding you as you snuggle with her, but her favorite position is when you hold her and wrap your arms around her waist. She just feels so appreciated and beloved.

If you scratch the shaved part of Dani’s head while she sleeps, she’ll shake her leg like a dog does if you hit the right spot.

Dani could sleep for literal days if you don’t wake her up.

Very cuddly. She loves to run her fingers through your hair and give you lots of kisses before she falls asleep.

She has so many pillows and stuffies on her bed. It’s a miracle she can even get into it in the first place.

Mia:

Mia is fairly still as she sleeps and isn’t restless, but she often has terrible nightmares.

She’ll wake up in a panic but you sleepily wrap an arm around her and it makes her feel so safe. She goes back to sleep quickly after this.

Mia snores very lightly… Actually, it’s more like she’s just breathing really heavily.

She loves to curl into your front and have you rub her back.

She’s a pretty deep sleeper. It takes more than you shifting on the bed or dropping something to wake her up. However, when she hears Rose crying she wakes up in an instant to go soothe her child. It’s really adorable.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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can i request a cassian x reader with her being hyperfeminine and cassian being very masculine, like I think they would make such a good couple, him taking care of her and her taking him on shopping sprees and dresses him up and they just look so cute next to eachother bc they’re literally polar opposites. he has his fighting leathers on snd she has the cutest dresses on😩 reader being obsessed with skincare, makeup, hair, literally being a girly girl👀 and imagine she gets hit on or is insulted by someone and cass just steps in like the man he is😟🤍 HE IS SO SEXY

Cassian with a hyperfeminine mate hc

A/n: omg anon I love this idea sm it’s so cute ☺️

Warnings: none

You two are complete polar opposites when it comes to fashion

Where you’re bright colors and bubbly, Cassian is all basics nothing extra and all black clothes

Cassian thinks you’re the most precious little thing in the whole world

And while the general does look sexy in black you love seeing him in colors every once in a while

You do you’re makeup almost everyday and it always matches your outfits perfectly

Cassian doesn’t know how your eyelashes get so much volume but he drops to his knees whenever you bat them at him

The only thing Cassian ever took care of before he met you was his hair

It’s so long and beautiful so of course he’s going to take good care of it

But then you come along and show him all the hair treatments he can do and hair masks

Cassian loves when you do his hair treatments for him bc you give him a scalp massage and rub his temples and he becomes so relaxed

You talked him into letting you do a makeover on him once

You plucked his eyebrows, shaved his face, waxed him, skin care and everything

He would never admit it to his brothers but he loved how he felt after

Cassian also loves the attention and intimacy of you taking care of him like that

He’s amazed that you constantly do this for yourself too

Now once a week you two have face mask night and snack and gossip

Your dresses, shoes, and accessories always match

You’re like Night Court Barbie

Whenever Cassian takes you shopping he always takes you out to eat first bc no one should shop on an empty stomach

And he gets you your favorite drink to-go like an iced coffee or tea

Cassian is such a gentleman when it comes to you

Always holding doors open for you

Pushing your chair in when you sit down

If it rains he holds the umbrella for you

If there’s a giant puddle in the way he picks you up and carries you over it so your shoes and dress stay dry

When you two go shopping you always demand to pick out two colorful items for Cassian and he has to wear them

It’s never anything to over the top, you still want him to be comfortable

You love nights out with the IC

You and Mor have a tradition of getting ready together and started to include Feyre when she came along

If you were ever uncomfortable at the bar you were at Cassian would not be afraid to step up and protect you

You’d cling to him after and he wouldn’t leave your side for the rest night

Cassian would always have his arm around you or his hand on the small of your back

When he goes away you’re always sad for the first few days and so is he

In the few days leading up to his departure you’re inseparable, constantly cuddling on the couch or having lazy days in bed while he reads to you

Before he leaves you always sneak in your favorite little blanket with your perfume on it in his bag and somehow manage to tie one of your hair ribbons on his bun

It’s usually a baby pink color

He pretends to be annoyed but if there ever came a day where you stopped putting ribbons in his hair he’d probably die of a broken heart

You just wanted to make sure he had a piece of you with him while he was gone so he wouldn’t be too homesick

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian fluff #cassian fanfic #cassian imagine #cassian x you #cassian acotar x reader #cassian headcanons #Cassian acotar headcanons

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

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When The Music's Not Forgotten PT. 1

Green Lantern!Reader x Lantern Family Story!

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes, Violence

Author's Note: I legit had a breakdown trying to think about what to label this fic as. Almost put 'Batsis' but then I realized it's not Batsis nor Lantern!Sis so I was like...uh...what do I do? We'll figure it out. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her first thought when she opened the front door to the Coast City apartment and saw her dad in a headlock by Kyle and Kyle in a headlock by Guy who was in one by John, who was in one by her dad, was: this is totally and completely normal.

The second thought: that nothing involving her father and uncles ever surprised her anymore, occurred to her as said father and said uncles stopped arguing with one another and cocked their heads up, looking at her, each of their faces exhibiting the epitome of “I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar” shock, in which she merely returned with a blank stare before closing the door behind her, marching into the kitchen with the grocery bags.

Of course, that also meant the second she did, they were stumbling in to explain what had brought them to the unfortunate moment of head-locking each other, but also to see what she’d bought and what she was going to cook for dinner. She paid them no mind, ducking under arms and between bodies as she maneuvered around them kitchen, putting things away.

Someone curled an arm around her neck, pressing their lips to her temple. “Hey Raptor.”

She smiled. “Hey dad.” Tossing a beer behind her, she added, “Uncle Guy. Uncle John. Kyle.”

Guy caught his beer, popping the tab, and Kyle looked at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “How come everyone else is ‘uncle’ and I’m not?” he looked hurt. “Am I somehow different, (Y/N)?”

She paused and threw another beer behind her. “Kyle, were almost the same age. I’m not calling you my uncle because John and Guy are older than both of us.”

“Not that much,” he griped, popping his beer tab. “It still hurts my feelings.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and handed John the final beer. “Would it make you feel better if I told you I considered you to be my favorite cousin?”

Kyle smiled at her. “Yes, it would.”

She nodded then glanced at Hal. “Dad, tacos or burgers?”

“I dunno.” He said, glancing at the others. “You guys?”

“Burgers.”

“Tacos.”

“Burgers.”

She cocked a brow and looked at her father. “Seems like you’ll either make a tie or a win.”

“I have been thinking about good tacos, Raptor,” he replied, and she nodded.

“Tacos it is.” Guy and John groaned, and she shot them a glare. “Hey! Lock that shit up or I’m not cookin’.” Immediately they shut their mouths, listening to Kyle and Hal snicker. “Buncha children.” She griped, dumping the ground beef into a skillet to brown.

“So, (Y/N),” Guy drawled, leaning against the kitchen counter. And honestly, the entire kitchen was way too small for four grown men and a grown woman to be in at one time, but she’d gotten used to it, so why fix what wasn’t broke.

“So, Uncle Guy.” She repeated, shifting the meat around with the spatula.

“Why exactly did you start working at the Wayne Enterprises branch here?”

She could feel the eyes of her family on her back, and she couldn’t help but roll hers. “Maybe because Mister Wayne pays good salaries to his employees and his health insurance coverage is fantastic?” (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder. “But something tells me you’re asking for another answer.”

He grinned. “Which son of Wayne’s are you dating?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again. “I love you, but you’re an idiot.” She turned back to the pan. “I’m not dating any of his sons. Dick’s with Koriand’r, Jason’s a douche-bag, and their brothers are way too young.”

“Doesn’t he have a daughter?”

“Cass is dating a girl she goes to college with.” She took an onion from the basket against the kitchen wall atop the counter. “Keep digging though, Uncle Guy. You’ll hit rock bottom soon enough.”

“Does that mean you’re dating the big Bat?”

She almost cried from laughter as Hal choked on his beer and spluttered. “No. I’m not dating Mister Wayne. He’s old enough to be my dad.”

John chuckled. “I don’t know, (Y/N). When you first met Bruce at, what? Ten? You told him you were going to marry him.”

Her cheeks burned and she scowled at them. “I meant Batman because he was kind-hearted, and I was totally awestruck as a little girl. Let it go.” Her eyes fell on Hal. “Dad, tell ‘em to let it go.”

He nodded. “Please let it go.” Kyle started humming ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and while the others snickered, Hal screwed his eyes shut. “Oh God, stop. I don’t want to think about my precious baby anywhere near that anal retentive kitchen scale.”

The other snickered and before she could say anything, their rings started beeping. She looked at them as their faces turned solemn, setting their beers down as their suits flashed to life.

“Trouble on Oa,” John said.

“Gotta fly?” she asked, and Hal nodded, leaning over to kiss her temple.

“Gotta fly, Raptor.” He hugged her quickly and followed John and the others to the balcony. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” (Y/N) waved. “Be careful, Corpsmen.” They all waved at her and took off, leaving her in the apartment alone and she sighed, turning back to the kitchen. “Another dinner…alone.” She couldn’t help but deflate. “Wonderful.”

***

She continued cooking for almost an hour when the balcony doors opened and closed, and she smiled. “Hey guys. You’re back rather early.” When she didn’t hear a response, she immediately fell on guard and she took one of the kitchen knives from its holder, brandishing it.

Carefully, she walked into the dimly lit living room, eyes scanning the expanse for whoever was in the apartment with her. None of the floorboards were creaking, no rustling of fabric or scuffing of shoes. It was completely silent, and that made her nervous.

Stay calm. The worst thing you can do in a situation when you need to be calm is to be panicked. Slow breaths. Keep focused.

She repeated his words in her head and shifted around the hallway wall, eyes peeled for trouble.

Small steps when sweeping buildings. If an enemy rounds a corner and it comes to close combat, you’ll want to be able to hit them and taking big steps causes instability.

(Y/N) crept down the hall and came upon the bathroom just beside her father’s bedroom door. Quickly, she peeked in, seeing it empty, then cross the doorway, pausing beside her father’s door. She inhaled deeply, then turned her head around the corner, seeing it empty and dark. The only room left was hers.

She crossed to the other side of the wall and hurried down to her door, and with another sharp breath, she turned and looked in. Again, it was empty. Confusion bled through her as she returned to the living room, the hand holding the knife lowered beside her thigh.

“That’s strange.” She murmured. “I thought I—”

“Heard something?”

She gasped and spun around, bringing the knife up, but they caught it with ease, squeezing her wrist until she cried in pain and dropped it. (Y/N) heard the clattering in her ears as they grabbed her other hand and shoved her down into the couch.

She started thrashing wildly, about to scream when she heard, “I thought I told you not to turn your back on people.”

(Y/N) stilled and turned her head, catching that stupidly smart smirk. “You fucker.” She cursed at him, torn between laughing hysterically and cursing some more. “I can’t believe you turned this into a lesson.”

He shrugged. “Had to know if you were learning any better.” Smiling at her, he quipped, “Your sweeping is great. Detection skills? Not so much.”

“Let me up, Jason.” she commanded, rolling her eyes and he snorted, letting go of her arms. Immediately, she spun and cocked her elbow into his jaw, smiling as he grunted in pain and grabbed it.

“Damn,” he hissed. “You’ve got elbowing down to an art.”

She grinned. “I’ve had a good teacher.”

They stared on another down for a moment, then all at once, they were yanking at shirts and unbuckling belts, grabbing each other, and tugging closer to one another as their lips met in a searing kiss.

(Y/N) shoved at the jacket on his shoulders, moving her lips to his jaw and he groaned, taking his hands from her hips for just a moment to pull the article off. He shifted out of reach, and she glanced towards the kitchen.

“I turned the oven off,” Jason muttered, yanking his crimson shirt over his head. “Figured we’d be too busy to eat dinner.”

She giggled and shoved him off the couch, watching as he scrambled to his feet; she stood and started pulling off her own clothes, first her shirt, then her bra and Jason almost collapsed at her feet when she tugged her pants to her ankles.

“C’mon, Jay, don’t be shy.” (Y/N) cooed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He chuckled, and unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor as he back-stepped down the hallway. “Oh, you want a show, Miss Jordan?”

She smirked at him and stuck her thumbs in the sides of her thong. “I’d love a show, Mister Todd.”

“I might made you beg a little for it,” he shot back coolly, toeing off his combat boots and she hummed.

“I will if you will.” (Y/N) said, watching his hands unbutton the charcoal-colored utility pants he wore.

“My eyes are up here.” Jason quipped, though he didn’t seem to stop as he shoved his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, and he hit her doorway.

“True, but my attention is elsewhere.” She drew her eyes up his toned body, internally smirking as he seemed to shiver under her gaze, and she pushed her thong down her legs. (Y/N) stood before him and reached out, placing her hands flat on his chest. He was so hot underneath her palms and she slowly rubbed her hands up to the sides of his neck.

“(Y/N),” he murmured huskily, arms winding around her waist, and she smirked.

“Take me to bed, Jason.”

Immediately, he bent down and grabbed the back of her thighs, digging his fingers in until she lifted and wrapped her arms around his waist. “With pleasure,” he purred.

***

By the time Hal and the other lanterns got back to the apartment, it was well into the morning, and he could tell that everyone just wanted to crash in exhaustion, too tired to even think about flying to their own homes.

He opened the balcony doors and let them inside. “Lemme get some blankets from the hall closet,” he muttered, voice as ragged as his body felt.

“Who the hell played strip poker in here?”

Hal looked up at Guy who was holding up a crimson t-shirt with a baffled expression. “What?”

Guy met his gaze then nodded down the hall. “Someone’s been tangoing.”

When he craned his neck to peek down the hallway, sure enough there was a trail of clothing leading down to her room. His eyes went wide, and he suddenly forgot about his exhaustion as he leaped over the couch and sprinted down the hall, the other Lanterns hot on his heels.

Hal skidded to a stop in her doorway and immediately screeched, “(Y/N) JORDAN WHO THE HELL IS IN YOUR BED?!”

The two young adults in the bed startled up, and she held the sheet to her chest as she gaped at her father. “Dad! You—you’re here!”

He gestured wildly. “OF COURSE, I’M HERE! I FUCKING LIVE HERE! WHO THE FUCK IS IN YOUR BED?!”

“Morning, Hal,” Jason greeted, with a mock salute. “How’s your day so far?”

“MY DAY?!” he bellowed, already starting for the young man, and John was quick to grab Hal around the waist. “LET GO! I’M GOING TO MURDER THIS SON OF A BAT FOR CORRUPTING MY DAUGHTER!”

“Excuse me,” Jason said, rather affronted, then pointed at her. “It’s (Y/N) who’s corrupted me.”

(Y/N) barely had time to hide her snort as she elbowed him in the side. “Shut the hell up.” She cleared her throat and looked at the men in her doorway. “Uh…can you close the door so I can get dressed?”

“CLOSE THE DOOR?! I’M GOING TO TAKE THE DOOR OFF ITS HINGES! YOU ARE GROUNDED, (Y/N) JORDAN DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU ARE—”

Guy and John dragged Hal off and Kyle shut the door but threw a thumbs up at Jason before he left.

***Part Two***

She tried to look anywhere but her father’s face as he continued to berate her and Jason. And honestly, he’d stopped making sense about thirty minutes ago and while she couldn’t look at her uncles for fear of bursting into laughter, Jason had no problems cracking a smirk at everything Hal was yelling about.

“—AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD A BOY IN THE HOUSE!” he paused, horror drawing across his face, then it immediately turned into anger. “THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME HE’S COME OVER IS IT?! HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!”

Her face pinched and she inquired, “Which question do you want answered first? The one you asked when you first started yelling or the last one just now?”

“I am in no mood for games, (Y/N) Jordan. You brought a boy into the house without permission.”

“I am a man.” Jason interrupted.

She elbowed him in the ribs. “I didn’t realize I needed permission to bring my boyfriend into the house.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Hal screeched.

(Y/N) blinked. “I’m confused. Are you angry at me calling him my boyfriend? Do you want me to call him my fuckbuddy or something?”

“HEY!” both Jason and Hal in unison and her father glared at him. “SHUT UP!”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, dad…I’m twenty-one. Having a boyfriend is a completely normal thing. Having a consensual sexual relationship with someone is a normal thing.”

Hal spluttered for a moment then pointed at Jason. “NOT WITH HIM!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Jason question, rather offendedly, then he held up a hand. “I mean, besides the obvious things that are wrong with me.”

“YOU’RE YOU! THE SON OF BATMAN!”

“I mean…” Jason drawled. “That’s technically debatable most days.”

(Y/N) looked at him. “You’re not exactly helping the case, Jay.”

“I’m not trying to.” He grinned at her. “I’m seeing if I can make your dad go red.”

She tutted at him. “Jason Todd trying to corrupt a Green Lantern into a Red Lantern. Shame.”

“QUIT DOING THAT!” Hal howled as they started snickering, seeming to get lost in their own little world. Suddenly, he was marching down the hallway and coming back with a cellphone.

They watched in confusion for a moment, then Jason’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“What?” (Y/N) worried.

“He’s calling B.”

“What.”

Hal put the phone to his ear and glowered at the two of them until the line clicked and he immediately yelled, “DO YOU KNOW YOUR DELINQUENT SON IS DATING MY DAUGHTER?...WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY KNOW?!...EXCUSE ME?! WHAT?!”

He hung up the phone and set it on the table, then proceeded to turn around and grab a pillow from the couch, bringing it to his face. Hal bellowed into the pillow and Jason nudged her. “How long is he gonna be like this?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Probably another minute or two. He’ll start up again in about an hour though.”

Jason hummed and stood from the table. “Well, I’d love to stay and get yelled at some more but if I’m being honest, I only need one father yelling at me and not two.”

“Where are you going?” she questioned.

“Roy and I have a mission in Costa Rica tomorrow evening.” He bent down and kissed her lips. “I’ll call you when I land.”

(Y/N) smiled and before he pulled away, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another searing kiss, one that erupted wolf-whistles from the other Lanterns around them—which also had Hal pulling his head up at the sound, immediately shouting again.

“Love you,” she murmured, and he winked.

“Love you more, doll.” He tossed a mock salute to Hal and the others before leaving and she sat back in her seat, readying herself for another round of bellowing.

***

Surprisingly, Hal had relaxed after a few hours. That being said, (Y/N) really had to work on him to do so but being an only child and her dad’s pride and joy played a big part—she knew the man could never stay mad at her. Of course, he’d immediately put rules into place over the whole relationship thing. No boys in the house without permission, no closing the door when a boy was over, no more Bat-sons in the Jordan apartment…he was overreacting, but it wasn’t anything new in (Y/N)’s opinion.

But he did ease up after a few months, mainly because as anti-social as Jason was most days, he was damn good at working people over when he wanted to. And in her boyfriend’s opinion, the easiest way to work her dad over was to tell him all the ways to screw with Bruce—which Hal took in like a sponge with water. As annoying as it was to see the two men so giddy over a plan, she was glad they were just getting along.

However, when Hal learned that (Y/N) was being trained by Jason, and on the rare occasions, Bruce, his meltdown the first night seemed like a walk in the park compared to the storm blowing in.

***

So…what are you wearing?

She snorted, crossing at the formula of the equation, rewriting a new one beside it. “Jason, I’m not having phone-sex with you.”

Hmm…I bet you’re wearing red panties.

“Cold.” (Y/N) retorted with a grin. “They’re blue actually. You know, like Nightwing’s suit?”

Why do you hate me?

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean, Jay.”

You’re evil, you know that? Like you portray innocence but in reality, you’re evil.

She snorted again when a tapping came at her bedroom window and she frowned, leaning over; Jason saw it from the camera.

Everything alright?

(Y/N)’s eyes drifted to his face then to the window and she stood. “Yeah, someone’s at the window.”

(Y/N). He warned and she leaned over, seeing Kyle floating there.

“It’s Kyle.”

What’s Kyle doing there? I thought he was on Oa.

She nodded, brows furrowing as she murmured, “I did too.” Opening the window, she greeted, “Hey, what’s up?”

Kyle seemed nervous. No, he seemed concerned. “I need you to come with me.”

“Is my dad okay?” she asked outright, and he nodded.

“Yeah, Hal’s good…but he needs to talk to you.” Kyle waved a hand over her phone, and it shut off. “It’s important.”

(Y/N) felt her heart thump in her chest at how serious her friend was, and she nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”

***

She’d only ever been to the Watchtower once. And the only thing she remembered from the trip was getting lost in one of the hallways only to be found by Batman who merely picked her sobbing frame up and hummed to her until she fell asleep.

So really, it was like a first time visit all over again, and when she came face to face with not only the Justice League, well Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman, and her uncles, she wasn’t exactly excited. It felt like she’d been called to the principal’s office for expulsion.

Hal pointed to a seat, which she took, not wanting to open her mouth when she had no idea what was going on.

Wonder Woman, surprisingly, was the first to speak. “What is your daughter doing here, Hal?”

Her father merely looked at (Y/N) then to Bruce, questioning, “How long?” They stared one another down and she felt as lost as last year’s Easter eggs. “How long, Bruce?” Hal asked again.

Batman didn’t even blink. “A full year. When she started working at the branch in Coast City, I had Jason start it.”

“Motherfucker.” Hal cursed, chuckling humorlessly. “I do all I can to keep her out of this bullshit and you drag her into it.”

“(Y/N) wanted to train. She emailed me through a private channel about it.”

All eyes turned onto her and then she knew what was happening. “He’s…right, dad. I wanted to be trained to fight.”

Hal gaped at her. “Why? You’re going to school? You’re working? Why do you want to train?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly. “To be like you guys. You know, useful?” she stood from the table. “Look, I know you’re worried, but even Batman’s noted major improvements. He says I’m almost ready to start patrolling on my own.” She looked to him for help.

“She’s smart, Hal. And I’m not saying that to float the Jordan ego. Jason’s not one to give commendation where it shouldn’t be.” Batman nodded at her. “(Y/N)’s not my kids, but she’s right behind them on how good she is.”

Hal’s brown eyes turned onto him in a fierce glare. “Yeah, well, unlike you, I don’t make a habit out of putting my kid in danger. I know you have a thing for going through sons.”

“HEY!” (Y/N) shouted, getting his attention as she stood to her feet. “I’m old enough to make this decision for myself and if Batman says I’m good enough to do this, I’m gonna do it.”

“Nope. Not happening.” Hal rejected. “End of discussion.”

“No.”

His eyes went wide first with shock, then with the audacity of her language. “Excuse me?”

(Y/N) momentarily wanted to cave, but she held strong and tightened her jaw. “I said no.” she declared. “I’m gonna do this.”

Hal rounded the table, stomping up to her. “No, you’re not.”

“What’re you gonna do, dad? Lock me in the house for the rest of my life?” she suggested. “I have rights you know.”

“Not to do shit like this. I don’t want you being a hero.”

(Y/N) gazed at him, and suddenly, everyone felt the mood shift as she murmured, “It’s because I’m not a Lantern, isn’t it, dad?”

Hal’s jaw went slack. “What? What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She shot back coolly, then tipped her head to the other league members. “See, they get to brag about their kids. Superboy, the Robins, the Wonder-Girls...everyone on this team has a trainee but you.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “And you hate that I’m not like you, don’t you? That I can’t seem to figure out what it takes to wear that ring.”

She glanced at her uncles who were gaping at her. “See, you look at them like they’re the greatest people in the universe. And then when you look at me? It’s easy to see the devotion shift. Deep down it makes you disappointed that I’m not a Green Lantern.”

“You are absolutely out of line.” He growled.

“Am I, dad?” (Y/N) challenged. “Everyone here gets to brag about their superhero trainees but when it comes you, what can you say? ‘My daughter isn’t a Green Lantern like me, sorry!’?” she looked at him. “I’m not a Green Lantern, but I am something else. I can be something else. Let me prove it to you.”

Hal gazed at her for along moment. “…No.”

(Y/N) snapped. “Why the fuck not! What is it about me that just makes you so antagonistic at the idea of me being something like you!”

“Watch your language, young lady. I’m still your father.” He demanded.

“Oh please, as far as I’m concerned, you were just a failed pilot on leave who fucked my mom and got her pregnant.”

It happened before anyone realized it. The sharpest crack any of them had ever heard in their lives and (Y/N) turned her face back to him, a hand coming up to press against her stinging cheek. And Hal? Hal was staring at his hand as if it didn’t belong to him.

She wasn’t mad. Shocked, sure, but not mad. If anything, it’d proved her point and she merely regarded him with an assured gaze. “Bogey down, huh dad?” she remarked, and his eyes shot to hers.

Hal’s mouth opened but nothing would come out except, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Yeah, you did,” she whispered, taking a step back from him when he reached for her.

His face crumpled and he brokenly called, “(Y/N), wait!”

But she was already running for the door, Batman on her heels.

***

“Do you want me to call Jason?” he asked quietly, watching her open the balcony doors.

Her hands stilled for a moment, then she resumed twisting the key. “No…and don’t tell him this happened either.”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) looked back at him. “Because you and I both know that Jason would beat my dad senseless.”

“…Do you want to come back to Gotham for a while?”

She opened the doors and sighed. “I don’t know, Batman.” Glancing back, she added, “I don’t really know what I want right now.”

“Do you want to be away from Hal?” he questioned seriously, and she looked at her feet.

“I know what you’re thinking. But he’s not abusive.”

“All evidence to the contrary.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up. “My dad’s never laid his hands on me before now.”

“He ever physically discipline you?”

“Swatting your eight-year-old kid’s butt in the middle of a store when they’re having a meltdown over not buying an expensive toy is a lot different from beating them bloody and bruised with a beer bottle or a belt.’ (Y/N)’s eyes darkened, but not at her father’s face in her head, but at Batman. “My dad’s a lot of things. A jackass, a skirt chaser, a self-righteous arrogant prick…but he is not an abuser.”

Batman placed a hand on her shoulder. “He hit you.”

“Yeah? And? I insulted him and my mom straight to his face. Sure, slapping me wasn’t the answer, but I understand the reaction. Does is make is right? No. But neither is what I said. We both fucked up.” She shrugged his hand off. “We’ll talk about it and move on.”

“Because it’s what Jordan’s do?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh but it was anything but mirthful. “Yeah. It’s what Jordan’s do.” She stepped inside and looked back at him. “Thanks for bringing me home, Batman. I appreciate it.”

He nodded, pulling out his grapple. “Call me if you need anything.” Batman gazed at her. “And think about calling Jason.”

“…I will.”

Batman gazed at her a moment longer then fired the grapple, taking off into the night sky towards the Batplane, then she was watching as it disappeared faster than it came.

With a heavy sigh, she turned and put her hands on the back of the loveseat, shutting her eyes as she thought about the events of the night. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel. Angry? Hurt? Responsible? It had to be all the above, especially when she pictured his face in her head after it happened. Shocked, ashamed, horrified, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

(Y/N) didn’t want to think about it, and when she heard a ring flashing in her ears, she turned. “Guys, I don’t wanna talk about—” she fell into a deep silence when she saw the man before her, the yellow suit glowing vividly against the dark sky.

“Hello (Y/N) Jordan. I am Sinestro.”

***Part Three***

Hal had taken her flying more times than she could’ve counted—perks of being a pilots daughter, and while she had faith in aircraft and Green Lantern constructs, she wasn’t sure how to feel about Yellow Lanterns and their tendency to drop people.

Coast City looked so small below her, and she swallowed thickly, trying greatly to keep her fear under control, keeping her eyes on the moon. She knew if Sinestro dropped her at this height, she’d die. There were no chances of survival at all—she’d hit the ground and pancake with the best of ‘em.

“I am rather surprised that you accepted my invitation so easily,” he remarked, not looking at her as they rose through the night sky.

“Yeah, well…I’ve heard enough stories about you to know that you’ll kill me if you want to.” Her eyes followed his frame. “I’d like to extend my life as long as possible.”

“A wise decision, (Y/N).” He noted rather humorously, finally taking the time to look back at her. “I’ve watched you for some time now.”

Ignoring the implications and total creepiness of the statement, she instead asked, “How long?”

“Long enough to see the potential you have in greater things.” Sinestro replied and reached a hand out, a horde of golden glowing constructs appearing before her eyes. Her training with Batman, with Jason, even with Hal and the others—most importantly, the fight just before. “It hurts that he doesn’t trust you to be like him, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t respond, merely watching the moment of his hand coming back across her face over and over again as the feelings welled in her chest.

“You try so hard to be of use to Hal. To be a Green Lantern like him, but nothing you do makes him proud.” He gazed at her with something akin to pity, but it felt like a manipulation. “I understand your fear of failure…of shame.” Holding out his hand, he made her own raise beside her body and a yellow ring floated from his palm. “I can feel the anger inside you. Your fear fights to quell it.” Sinestro smiled. “I almost want to call Atrocitus and have him recruit you into the Red Corps.”

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the ring, and she clenched her hand into a fist to keep it from sliding onto her finger. “I—I can’t be a Yellow Lantern.”

“Why not?”

“Why n—because you’re the enemy of the Green Lanterns!” she shouted. “I’d be betraying my father and my friends and my family!”

He gave her a knowing look. “The same family that looked upon you with shame every time you tried to wield the green power ring, but couldn’t?”

She felt like she’d been shot, and her jaw dropped. “I…”

Sinestro nodded. “I understand. But you don’t, (Y/N). Willpower must be had since birth. Fear however—” he reached out, uncurling her fingers. “Can be taught. And you have potential to be trained with terror.” He met her gaze. “You can’t be a Green Lantern like Hal wants…but you can become something he has to recognize. Something powerful. Something fearsome.”

(Y/N) stared at him, and this time, she didn’t fight as the ring slipped onto her finger. (Y/N) Jordan of Earth. You possess the ability to instill great fear. Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.

The world started swirling around her, golden flashes of light bound her body and she screamed in terror as her nightmares came alive before her. The chains coiled, almost like snakes creeping up her body, tighter and tighter around her throat and up around her skull. The last thing she saw through her fearful gaze was Sinestro laughing darkly and the world before her went dark and she was subjected to her minds torment, brought upon by the forged ring.

For a moment, the world was calm, then the chains fell away, and (Y/N) stood before Sinestro, clothed in an exo-suit, similar to her father’s, but instead of the bright, awe-inspiring green, it was a golden, fear-inducing yellow.

And when she opened her eyes, they narrowed onto Sinestro, and all she said was, “I’m ready to receive my orders.”

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could you do Fallout New Vegas companion’s reactions to a Courier Six who is also the Lone Wanderer telling their stories from their time in DC? (bonus points for Arcade’s reaction to them hating the enclave, and if that would make him decide to keep his past hidden even longer, or if he would still tell them?)

The logistics and implications of this make my head spin. This is also super long, honestly I should just quit writing reacts and start writing fics OH WAIT

Getting the courier talking was a tough thing to do, but on nights where the moon was full and the coyotes' howls were miles away or at least behind some stout walls, on nights where they were a few beers in and they hadn't seen another living soul in a few days, that Mojave Express deliverer started to reminisce. That wasn't really the surprising part, though. No, the surprising part was what they would remember, fondly or not-so-fondly: A world apart from the desert, a continent away on another coast, and stories of life in a vault, a missing father, pure water and a Brotherhood divided.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade didn't mind these moods, at least when they first cropped up. He nodded along as the courier talked about living in their father's shadow, about feeling cornered by their own family's legacy. He hung on their words about living in the cradle of America's history, about Project Purity, all of the gritty details of modifying a GECK to bring water to a devastated wasteland.

Eventually though, the courier's memories soured, with the arrival of Enclave remnants in their life. Arcade folded into himself with every harsh word, every jolt of plasma that had disrupted his friend's world relived in horrific detail. They gestured angrily as they described their newfound purpose, their battle for power with the fractured Brotherhood of Steel at their back, and their smug satisfaction at the moments they were able to crack open Raven Rock and the Enclave's mobile base crawler and lay waste to their tormentors.

It took a few rounds of these stories before the courier noticed he shrank and grew quiet whenever they neared the end of their story about breaking into another vault to find the GECK. They stopped abruptly one night. "What's up with you?"

"Um..." Arcade scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Nothing. Nothing, I just... have some personal experience with the Enclave, myself."

The courier sighed. "Yeah, there's a few people walking around the West Coast that have similar stories to mine. Arroyo's full of them, for one. Is it something like that?"

Arcade took a deep breath. "I feel... well, it's a lot closer to home, for me. Close enough to raise questions, so I don't talk about it much."

"Close enough to..." The courier twisted their face up in confusion for a moment, before realization set in and their eyes grew large. "You were... your... oh."

"Mmm-hm."

"Well, fuck me." The courier smiled and popped a cap off of another beer. "I've been doing all the talking, haven't I? Let's hear your story about working with the guys in power armor who ruined my life, right after dad did."

Craig Boone: Whenever the courier started up like this, Boone couldn't help but notice a familiar twinge of regret and self-doubt in their voice. It shone through most clearly when they spoke about their time with the Brotherhood of Steel, the men and women they'd fought alongside and lost during their struggle against the remnants of the Enclave. It was there, too, in their story about returning to the vault they grew up in, setting the chaos that had arisen in their wake to rest, but not being able to go back to the way things were.

Boone didn't pry. He knew that feeling well. Instead, he cracked open bottles of beer, liquor, soda, whatever they had on hand during their nights in the desert, and just listened. He'd done the same for Carla, when they were younger and new to each other and he couldn't get enough of her voice and how it flowed endlessly, easily, the way his never could. He absorbed it all now as he did then: The joy, the pain, the loss, the fear, the triumphs and falls and abandoned dreams that filled the courier up and drove them to travel west, beyond anything they had ever known.

That last part stumped Boone a bit, though. "Why didn't you stay?" he finally asked one night.

They looked surprised. "Stay? Stay where? I didn't have a home anymore."

Boone shook his head. "With the Brotherhood. Or some other settlement."

"Like Megaton?" The courier sighed. "I thought about it. Close to the vault, friendly people, easy work... I guess I just didn't want to wind up... stuck."

They flushed red and looked away from him. Boone knew why they were embarrassed, but he also knew the truth in their words.

Sometimes the courier cried after they had finished, though they did their best to hide it. Boone pretended not to notice. He was pretty sure they knew he was pretending, but he was also pretty sure that pointing it out would be worse than just letting it be an open secret between them. The silence between them endured, but something grew inside it and flourished. Some kind of deeper understanding.

Lily Bowen: The more the courier spoke, the more Lily made connections in her muddled mind. Of course they knew the basic layout of most vaults, they had grown up in one. Of course they were extra-sensitive to the Mojave heat, they had come to the desert from the cooler of the two coasts. Of course they'd been extra-wary around the super mutants or nightkin of Jacobstown, they had only known angry super mutants looking to grow their own numbers through any means necessary.

Their shared experience of growing up inside a vault reminded Lily of happier days, and she often asked questions about Vault 101 during the courier's stories. "Were you sweet on anyone inside your old home?" she asked, with a big smile befitting a proud grandma.

The courier blushed. "That's not very polite, Lily."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie."

"No, no it's okay." The courier smiled. "There was a boy who picked on me a lot, but I never figured out whether he did it because he hated me or liked me. His name was Butch. And there was Amata, my childhood friend. She was the daughter of the Overseer."

"Daughter of the Overseer?" Lily grinned. "I'm sure she was a lovely young woman."

The courier looked a little misty. "Yeah. She was. Probably still is."

Lily pulled a handkerchief that used to be a small tablecloth from inside her overalls and handed it over. "Maybe we can go back there together, pumpkin," she offered. "I always wanted to travel to the capital. We can visit your friends, see the sights."

"Yeah, maybe someday." The courier accepted the gift and blew their nose. "I've got some things I need to finish up here before I even think about wandering back east, though."

"Then let's make a list and do our chores," Lily said happily. "Number one?"

"Ohhhh, man." The courier smiled up at her. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul got a faint smile on his face whenever the courier started up like this, as if their memories reminded him of another place he had come from, another time. While they couldn't have more different backgrounds, pasts- hell, he had several hundred years on the courier, even if they shared the same road today- there was something in the description of the other roads they had walked that made him feel warm on a cold night.

"What's on your mind?" The courier asked him one night, when Raul's smile grew larger than usual.

"Nada, boss," he reassured them. "You're just a good reminder that I can change my mind about the future anytime I'd like. Tell me the one about that radio DJ again."

"Again?" The courier rolled their eyes. "Why? I could tell you a million stories about Underworld and all the ghouls that lived there, but all you want to hear about is Three Dog. You'd probably have more in common with the Underworld folks, honestly."

Raul nodded noncommittally. "Sí, but my favorite stories are about people who had to rise above bad situations and become someone uncommon. Anyone who's able to do that is either fighting for something great or running from something terrible. Sometimes both."

The courier shot him a skeptical look. "Three Dog's holed up in his radio station 24/7, he's not running from anything or out fighting for anything. All that stuff about 'the good fight' is a load of bull."

"Now, now, Six," Raul chastised. "Just because he looks like your average pendejo doesn't mean he isn't doing his part. You even told me his radio show is inspirational for the Capital Wasteland folks."

The courier held their hands up in the air and bobbled them, as if balancing an invisible scale. "The duality of man. Being an average pendejo, or convincing everyone around you that you aren't actually an average pendejo and can pull off miracles."

Raul laughed. "And which one are you, boss?"

"Eh, I'm still figuring it out."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass was never one for fixating on her own past, but she couldn't help but sympathize with the courier whenever they deigned to add onto their unbelievable story. It was hard enough for her to navigate her own damn life: She couldn't imagine being called upon to steer an entire area's destiny.

After another night of recalling their life inside a vault with their dad, then their unexpected loss of him right after being reunited on the surface, the courier stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry," they said.

Cass paused her swig of precious whiskey. "What?"

"I keep going on and on about my dad, and here you are not knowing what happened to yours."

"Eh." Cass took her drink and waved her hand around until the burning swallow made its way down. "S'loads of people in the wasteland without a clue what happened to their pops. I'm not special. In fact, I'd say it probably hurts a bit more, what happened with yours."

"Well, all the same." The courier sank deeper into their seat and examined their own bottle of spirits. "I feel like an open book, tonight. Anything you want to know about where I came from that I haven't already spilled?"

Cass thought for a moment. "Tribals."

"What about them?"

"Does the East Coast have them? You're not the first traveler I've met from there, but none of you have so much as mentioned any tribals out east."

"Mmm." The courier looked thoughtful. "I guess we do have them, though maybe not in the traditional sense. There's a mess of them in Point Lookout for sure, and at least one tribal group in the Capital Wasteland outright, but beyond that things are more... loose. Fewer intact families, fewer intact homes."

"Huh." Cass took another drink. "Maybe that's where my dad went."

She let the courier stew in the awkward silence for a bit before she grinned and reached out to smack them. "Just kidding. Keep going. I want to hear about that giant robot again."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica usually sat and listened, spellbound, picturing a chapter of her order that had realized the very thing she kept trying to tell the Elders and made the ultimate sacrifice to follow their hearts anyway.

Well, maybe Elder Owyn Lyons hadn't come to the same realization as her, but he had had a change of heart that split his company and cut them off from almost everyone they had ever known. It had been five years since the High Elders had instituted radio silence toward their East Coast chapter, and so far there had been no attempts to re-establish contact.

Veronica prodded the courier for any info she could get about the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel. The courier let slip pretty early in their friendship that Elder Owyn Lyons had passed away, which wasn't unexpected. The man was 76 years old, after all. She learned on one particularly emotional night that his daughter, Elder Sarah Lyons, was also dead, something she wasn't sure even the Western Elders were aware of. That memory was clearly painful for the courier though, so Veronica didn't press for details.

"And the Enclave?" the Scribe asked one night, arms wrapped around her knees. "Are they completely gone?"

The courier grew cold. "Yes. I made sure of it."

"Right." Veronica nodded. "So the Brotherhood took over the air force base they were at. It must have been chock-full of tech and resources, if it was the Enclave's last stand."

"It was." The courier sighed and shifted in their seat. "And it woke up some of our brothers and sisters to their original mission in the Capital Wasteland. I thought maybe that selfishness had died with Liberty Prime, but... well, I didn't like it, so I left."

"Mmm, yeah." Veronica nodded again, sympathetically this time. "I know how you feel. Felt."

"Feel," the courier agreed. "I just wish there was more I could've done. Maybe there wasn't anything else, short of seizing power."

"You'd definitely get pushback for that in the Brotherhood," Veronica agreed. "But you might get that chance out here in the broader Mojave."

ED-E: At first, ED-E enjoyed the stories, trumpeting and cooing various beeps at the appropriate moments for emphasis. The one time the courier began badmouthing the Enclave, however, the eyebot waited until they had finished before playing back the first tape that Dr. Whitley had recorded before its trip.

The courier listened to the scientist's words from years ago, deflating slightly as it played out. When the tape had finished, they stood up and checked the eyebot over. "He sent you toward Navarro, huh?"

ED-E beeped affirmation, and the courier sighed. "But Navarro was already gone. I'm sorry. I guess I'm... well, me and the Brotherhood of Steel back east are responsible for your previous master's decision to send you away. Might be responsible for more, too."

ED-E beeped sadly. The courier pressed their forehead against the eyebot's metal dome in apology.

Rex: Well, surprising for most. Rex was not most. As soon as the courier got really into their recollections, Rex usually yawned and went to sleep. He stirred when he felt their hand reach down to scratch the ruff of his neck, or pat the glass dome that held his brain.

"Good dog," the courier said, through the veil of sleep. "You remind me of another pup that used to follow me around."

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