#i need to give the enforcer dad a name

[aalyssah]

Give Me Your Time

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 2,101

Summary: Roman’s so busy with his work, he doesn’t realize the damage it’s doing to you, until you confess to him about it.

A/N: A sorta long fic for Roman! Hope You Enjoy!

The Big Dog. The Enforcer/Muscle of The Shield. Your Tribal Chief. All those names and many more represent one man and that's Roman Reigns.

It's no secret that he might be Vince's favorite, but he's also yours. He's a great wrestler, husband, and Dad, but recently he hasn't been showing the last two.

He's been so caught up in work that sometimes you feel like you're not even together. You understand that being the champion of 2 brands isn't easy, but all you ask was for some time and today was no different.

You were doing your daughters' hair while your sons ran around with their toy cars. "Kai, Dante, stop running around the house!" You scolded them once more. Last time they ended up tripping and busting their lip.

You finished up your daughter's hair with a few edges. "You're done, baby." Lani took off running, making you sigh in defeat. Just then, Roman walked in, in his swim trunks. He finally has a day off and he planned to take y'all to the beach.

The kids are excited to go after not going for months. You stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "They won't stop running." You said, leaning your head against his chest.

"Lani, Kai, and Dante, stop running!" The kids stopped running at the sound of their father's voice. "Thank you." You placed a small kiss to his lips, feeling his arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

You two were broken apart when you felt a small tug at the end of your shorts. "Mommy, can we go now?" You looked back at Roman, after seeing him nod. "Yup, just let me grab our bag and to the beach we go!"

The kids cheered as Roman walked them outside and to the car. You grabbed the basket filled with things such as sunscreen, sandwiches, and towels before locking up and getting in the car.

Roman stood outside on the phone saying something you couldn’t hear due to the music and kids. He got in and began driving. At first you thought he was taking y'all to the beach until you saw a familiar curve in the road.

Were y'all going to the arena? Your question was answered when he parked in front of the arena. "Roman?" Roman unbuckled his seatbelt, looking back at you with a sympathetic look. "They need me for something. It's only gonna take 5 minutes."

You gave him the benefit of the doubt, waiting for almost 20 minutes until a text came to your phone from Roman. 'They need me for a promo tonight. Take the kids to the beach. I'll make it up to you.'

You shook your head in shame, getting out to the drivers side. "What about Daddy, Mommy?" The youngest called out. "Sorry, bubs. Daddy had to work, but we're still going!" You tried to cheer them up, but their cries didn't go unnoticed.

You still took them to the beach, and ended up having a good time. Although they kept asking about Roman, they still had fun. Family beach day failed.

That was the first strike.

The second one was when he planned to make it up to you by having dinner.

He made reservations for the hottest restaurant in town, telling you to wear something fancy. He even called his Mom and asked them to watch over the kids. Everything was ready and set up for a fun night.

You walked out the room, calling out for Roman. "Ro, come here for a sec, and tell me how I look!" Roman came around the corner, heart jumping out his chest. You were gorgeous. Hair perfectly framing over your face, the red dress clinging to your body, showing your curves.

He loved it. He slowly approached you, pulling you into a kiss. “I'm guessing you like it?" Roman nodded his head, biting his lip. "You look perfect." He looked at the time. "Reservations at 8, come on." He guided you onto the car, opening the door for you.

He drove to the restaurant, having small talk with you. When you walked through the door, y'all went up to the front desk. "Reservations for Reigns." The lady checked the list. "Yes, right this way." The waitress sat you both down and took your orders. "This is nice thanks, Ro."

Roman smiled, intertwining his hand with yours. "You deserve it, and I just wanted to apologize for-" Roman couldn’t finish his sentence when his phone rang. He picked it up, listening and answering. "Yeah, I'll be there in 15." You looked at him, confused by what he meant.

Again, he gave you the same look as before. "I'm sorry, baby, but they need me again. Here." He dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing a $50 bill. "Use this to get a cab and please get my food to go." He placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you there alone.

Not even 10 minutes in the date and he was already leaving. You couldn't believe this. Your husband just left you in the middle of an apology dinner for doing the same thing he's doing now, and not only that, but had the audacity to give you money for a cab after taking the car.

Just then, the waitress came by with the two plates of food. "Uh, can I get the check and a to go plate?" The waitress left and came back with the check and plate. That's when you realized, Roman didn't leave any money. The meal was $286 and you only had $220.

You cursed under your breath, frantically searching through your purse. You could feel tears come to your eyes as you found no money. The waitress took the money, giving you a reassuring smile. "Hey, it's okay. I'll handle the rest." You gave the woman a hug, thanking her before ordering the cab. Date night failed

That was the second strike.

The third time came about when you were both Mom and Dad on your side and his called, asking for a family dinner. You agreed, wanting to all be together.

The table was neatly set, the living room clean, and food was ready. You went all out. A knock at the door made you open it revealing your Mom and Dad. "Mom, Dad!" They both pulled you into a bone crushing hug. "We missed you so much, sweetheart!"

You smiled, when seeing Roman's parents come out of their car. Everyone came inside and sat at the table. "Roman, kids, they're here!" The kids came running down the steps, engulfing their grandparents in a hug.

Roman shortly came down in silence. You said your prayers and began digging in. It was all going well, the small talk, talking about work, and family until Roman’s cell phone rang.

You prayed and hoped to god that it wouldn't be his work, but of course when he gave you that look, you knew what was happening. "Sorry, everyone. I have a meeting about a match. Love you Ma and Pops." He gestures to everyone and gave the kids a quick kiss. "Be good for Mommy, and I'll take you out for a treat."

You chuckled, mumbling, 'As if you'll stay for it.' When the door slammed shut, you softly threw the fork against the plate, the loud clattering heard. "Kids, eat up, so you can go to bed." The kids obeyed, eating their meat and vegetables on their plate.

Your Parents and In-Laws looked at you with worry. The kids finished, gave them bathes, and tucked them into bed. You walked out to the living room, only to be met with everyone. "Sorry about dinner. I didn't think he would leave that fast."

Your parents scrunched their eyebrows down in confusion. "What do you mean leave?" You chuckled at the thought. "He always plans something special, but not even 20 minutes in, he leaves for work." Everyone took in what you said.

“But it's alright." Everyone and worry on their face at how numb you became. "I don't wanna hold y'all up, I'll call you tomorrow.” You sent them off, ignoring their protests. They could all see how hurt you were from his absence.

You showered yourself, and changed into his shirt and a pair of panties before going to sleep. Big family dinner failed.

Third strike, you're out!

Normally they say '3rd times the charm,' but in this case, you would never want this. You were tired of it and you were gonna make sure to voice your opinions next time.

You woke up to the feeling of something heavy over your waist. You turned over to see Roman's arm draped around your waist, his body facing you.

You smiled, tracing the tattoos on his arm and chest, causing him to stir awake. "Baby girl, what are you doing?" A smile grew on your face as he suddenly pulled you to him, attacking you by tickling your sides. "Roman, Ro, stop!"

You tried fighting back, but he didn't stop. For the fourth time, his phone rang. Before he could reach over to it, you grabbed it, hanging up. "Y/n, what the hell!" You sat up, looking at him. "No more answering your phone. It's raining outside and I want you to stay with me."

You tried to cuddle into his chest, but he pushed you back. "Look, I don't have time for this. They probably need me." Roman went to get up, but your words made him stop. "Of course you don't have time, you never do!" He looked back at you with a challenging look. "What do you mean?" You hummed, putting a finger on your chin.

"Well, let's see. My husband leaves me for work everyday, he leaves me and the kids at the beach when it was supposed to be a family beach day, you leave me at an expensive restaurant after ordering food. Hell, you even took the car with you. And then lastly, you left me my Mom and Dad, as well as your own at the dinner table because your job called you."

Roman didn't know what to say at your long rant. "And guess what that left me to do?" You gave him a minute to respond, but nothing came out. "At home, crying every night after taking care of our kids because their Dad’s job is more important than his family.” Your voice grew louder as it cracked.

Roman wanted to reach his hand out, but stopped, not knowing if you wanted to be touched. "All I ask for is time Roman. I just want you to give me your time,but you never give it!" You broke down completely, head hanging low as you sobbed.

That's when Roman finally grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. He gently rocked you back and forth, murmuring apologies. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll do better.” You sniffled, pulling to look back at him. “Then prove it, Roman. Prove to me and the kids that you’re gonna give us attention.”

You broke apart from his hold and ended up going asleep from all the crying. Roman just sat there, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of what he should do. He then did the unthinkable. He grabbed his phone, calling Vince. Within two rings, he picked up.

“Thank god you answered, Roman! I need you to come-” Roman cut his boss off. “Before you finish your sentence, I want to request a month off.” Vince became silent in the other line. “W-what? Why?” Roman sighed, looking over at your sleeping form.

“My wife and kids need me right now.” Vince scoffed slightly. “Well, can’t they be grateful that you're a good wrestler? You bring in all the money, right?” Roman felt a bit annoyed at Vince’s reasoning.

“Yeah, I’m a good wrestler, but not a good husband or Dad and it’s all because of you. You got me coming in during an important moments in my life and you're messing my marriage and relationships up.”

Vince gulped at Roman’s loud voice, full of anger. “I don’t care if you don’t give me my break, I’m still gonna do it, so you can fire me or whatever, but we both know you’re nothing without me.”

Roman hung up, looking over at you. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your face. “I’m gonna give you all my time next month, baby.” He cuddled back into you, missing the smile that formed on your face.

[chairwritexv]

Fem Reader is another adopted kid silco took in (because young jinx insisted on it). The two are super close and deeply care for each other. During the statue scene she tells silco she'll offer herself up and take full blame for jinx if it means her sis stays safe and free. This way zaun is free, jinx is safe, and her dad finally gets his biggest wish. This is enough for silco to basically go "fuck that. You are my children and I will not give either of you away. Not even for Zaun. We'll think of something but I refuse to sacrifice either of you." And Jinx overhears all this.

the statue scene is when silco’s talking to vander’s statue, right? lol, my memory sucks…

tw ❦ angst

platonic ❦ romantic ❦ neutral

fandom ❦ arcane

character(s) ❦ silco, jinx

“is there anything so undoing as a daughter?” silco’d asked as he took a sip of alcohol. you’d peeked your head out of the shadows as you listened to your adoptive father’s conversation with vander’s statue, knowing what you had to do. “dad,” you said as you walked up to him, your hands swaying by your side. silco immediately turned to you, slightly startled. “Y/N.” you took a deep breath. “i’ll do it.” “what?” “i- i’ll offer myself to the enforcers, so that jinx will be safe and-” you were only halfway through your sentence when silco started shaking his head, standing up, but you didn’t notice as your eyes were closed and your head was down. “-and then zaun is free and you’ll have your biggest wish and-” “No.” at this you looked up, staring your adoptive father in the eyes. “but-” “No. i am not giving either of my children away, not even for zaun. i’ll figure something out but i am not losing you or jinx.” you stood there for a moment, unsure what to say before you tackled silco in a hug, almost knocking him over. he flinched, but hugged you back. neither of you noticed your blue-haired sister hiding in the shadows, having heard everything. ☽ 【┘】 ☾ "jiiinnnnxx,,” you dragged out your sister’s name as you called her, your feet dragging behind you as you entered her “lair”. however, the place was empty, much to your surprise. you looked around, making sure she wasn’t hiding to scare you as she’d done so many times before. “jinx?” which is when you noticed the note scribbled on the desk. “ not letting you sacrifice yourself for me n dad. luv you, tell dad i love him too ꨄ ” you cursed and ran out of the room, running as fast as you could all the way to the bridge connecting zaun and piltover. after reaching the bridge you immediately spotted jinx’s bright blue braided hair, and the enforcers surrounding her with their guns raised. “JINX!!” you yelled out, catching jinx’s attention as she turned to you, her eyes widening. “WAIT!!” you yelled out, coming in between jinx and the enforcers, half of whom now had their guns trained on you. “wait, she’s-” “Y/N, no-” “she’s just covering for me,” you spat out, still panting heavily from the long run. “it was me. i did everything. jinx was innocent, she did nothing wrong. she’s just covering.” and that was all the enforcers needed to hear. they handcuffed you and forced you away from jinx, dragging you toward piltover. you looked back at jinx with tears in your eyes, giving your sister one last smile.

hope you enjoyed! ♡ debating a part two lol

[brinabees]

Wild and Eager

4.7k of dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader. 18+

Summary: You’ve had a thing for your dad’s smuggling partner for years, despite (or maybe because of) his fearsome reputation. A deal gone wrong strands Joel at your apartment after curfew. Will this finally give you a chance to push the boundaries with your dad’s closest friend?

Set pre-show/game in the Boston QZ, Tess doesn’t exist, sorry Tess I love you. 

Content: 18+, unsafe sex, too many pet names, age difference

Notes: This is my first real go at fanfic, so be gentle with me! I also can’t be arsed to proofread, so sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Fucked. That’s what you were. Totally, irredeemably fucked. Why? Well, it’s all because of Joel Miller. Your dad’s favorite “business associate” (read: smuggling partner) and the most devastatingly sexy guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. He and your dad have similarly unsavory pasts, so when Joel first arrived at the Boston QZ he fit right in with him and his smuggler buddies. Most of the other guys your dad works with always give you the creeps, but not Joel, with his unruly, dark curls and surprisingly soft, brown eyes. No, Joel did not give you the creeps, despite what little you knew of his tumultuous past. As far as you’d gathered, he’d survived as a raider, killing indiscriminately and taking whatever he needed. Your dad had tried to shelter you from the worst of his own misdeeds, but you knew the truth. Your dad and his cohort were all the same, all comfortable taking any life that got in their way. 

That’s why you typically kept your distance from anyone who worked with your dad, a distance your father was only too happy to enforce, always wanting to protect you. But, as soon as Joel came into the picture, you couldn’t help yourself. Suddenly, you’d linger outside closed doors when they were having important “business meetings,” hoping to catch the sound of Joel’s deep voice. He seemed to be a man of few words, but when he did speak, no one else dared interrupt or challenge him. You lived for those moments, when the whole room went quiet and you could take in the sound of him. When your dad and his buddies would hang out in the kitchen afterwards, drinking home-brewed beer and sharing stories of past triumphs, you found reasons to join them. Of course, your dad never liked you hanging around these men, and usually he ushered you out as soon as you’d gotten the glass of water you didn’t really need or the canned food you weren’t actually hungry for.

And so it went. Anytime Joel was over at your shitty QZ apartment, your world suddenly revolved around him. Catching glimpses of him, listening to him talk, finding any reason you could to be near him just for a little while. As far as you could tell, your infatuation wasn’t returned. Joel rarely spoke directly to you or even acknowledged your existence. Whenever you tried to catch his eye, he always found something else to look at. You figured he probably didn’t think twice about his partner’s young, sheltered daughter. 

So there you were. Totally infatuated and totally fucked. 

All that changed one night, when your dad and Joel burst into the apartment mere minutes before curfew. They both looked like they’d been through some serious shit, their clothes torn and their skin bruised. 

“What the hell happened to you two?” you asked.

“Deal went bad, don’t worry about it honey.” Your dad’s shutdown was as swift and final as always, and you knew you wouldn’t get anymore details from him about what really went down.

Your dad turned to Joel and clapped him on the back, thanking him for presumably saving his ass.

“Joel, it’s past curfew and with our luck today, I think trying to sneak past FEDRA maybe isn’t the smartest move. You can crash on our couch tonight,” your dad offered.

It was like a dream come true! Joel fucking Miller, in your apartment for a whole night. You felt giddy.

Your dad and Joel took turns cleaning themselves up in your single, cramped bathroom, before you all sat down to eat. Rations distribution hadn’t been kind that week, so all you had were a can each of baked beans and sliced peaches. Hardly a culinary match made in heaven, but it was all you had. The three of you ate in silence, all too preoccupied to hold a conversation. The two of them were likely thinking of their deal gone wrong, but you had other things on your mind. Well, other thing. All you could think of was Joel. How close he was sitting next to you at the small, round kitchen table, his knees nearly bumping yours. How he commanded the room with his presence even while not saying a thing. How he was covered in bruises and had a small cut on his left cheek, wounds you wanted so desperately to soothe. How he smelled, like leather and sweat and smoke. You wanted to bottle that smell and spray it on your pillow every night.

After you all finished eating, your father announced he was turning in early after his rough day and went to his bedroom. That left you and Joel alone. You’d never been alone with him before, and it practically made you gasp. You stood awkwardly from your seat at the table and then, feeling bold, brushed your hand over Joel’s shoulders as you passed him. A quick touch, easily dismissed as accidental, and yet, Joel’s hand immediately shot up and grabbed you roughly by the wrist. For a second, you both just stared at each other, the most eye contact you two had ever made. You felt a throbbing between your legs, induced purely by this one act. 

But, then Joel moved your hand off his shoulder and dropped it at your side. The loss of contact made you want to cry. You’d been too forward, touching him without preamble or permission, and now you’d gone and made it awkward for the both of you. You practically ran out of the kitchen to your room, where you grabbed an extra pillow and a spare blanket for Joel to use. 

“Here, you can use these, hopefully the couch isn’t too uncomfortable for you,” you said as you laid everything out on the couch. He grunted in what you assumed was thanks, and you turned around and went back to your room to get ready for bed. You didn’t know what was going on with you tonight, but even after the complete failure of the shoulder graze, you still felt driven to take advantage of this rare time alone with Joel. So, rather than dressing in your usual, frumpy flannel pajamas, you put on a baggy t-shirt and your sexiest pair of underwear. They were just plain black, but sexy was a relative term when you’re trying to find underwear in the apocalypse. You took a check look in the mirror, noting how the shirt was just a little bit too short to cover your whole ass cheeks. Perfect. 

You left your room and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth, making sure to saunter right past where Joel was now sitting quietly on the couch. After you were finished, you asked him if he needed anything else before you went to bed.

For a long time he didn’t say a word, and you were about to turn on your heel and go right to bed, accepting that your meager attempt at seduction hadn’t done the job, when he finally spoke.

“I can’t have what I really need.”

Well, that stopped you in your tracks. What the hell did that mean? When he didn’t say anything more, you gathered your courage and asked, “and what is it that you really need?”

Joel stood, took one glance at your dad’s closed bedroom door, and walked over to you, stalking like a big cat hunting its prey. He crowded your space and then some, forcing you to step back until you felt your back hit the wall. You’d never been this close to him. His scent nearly overwhelmed you, and your breaths were coming in quick, sharp gasps. 

“What do I need? I need for my partner’s daughter to stop staring at me all the time.” Your heart fell. “I need her to stop trying to touch me. I need her to stop walking around in nothing but her panties like a slut.” At that, you gasped. 

“But most of all, I need this girl, but I can’t have her” he said, stepping closer, so close that your chest was touching his. Your heart stopped. Surely he wasn’t really saying he needed you, that was ridiculous. But the hard press of his erection against your lower stomach told a different story. 

You stayed that way for a while, chests rising and falling as you both breathed each other in. Finally you gathered enough courage to respond, “why can’t you have her? She’s right here for the taking.” He released a rough groan. 

“You know why baby girl. Can’t be messing around with my partner’s innocent little daughter.”

“One second I’m a slut, now I’m innocent, make up your mind.”

“You’re an innocent, acting like a slut to try and get what you want.”

“What we both want,” you argued. 

“Your dad would kill me. Rip my guts out and string them up as decoration.”

“So, you’re scared?” At that he growled. Good, you were getting him riled up, just like you wanted.

“Baby, I’m not scared of anyone, including your old man. I just can’t go messing up my business for a quick lay.” 

“Oh, so it’d be quick? How disappointing.” Another growl left his lips. He raised his arms, putting his hands on the wall on either side of your trembling body. 

“You better stop teasing me little girl”

“Or what, you’ll punish me?” This was going better than you could have dreamed. 

And then he slapped you. Right across the cheek, which now burned in his wake. As you recovered from the shock of it, you noticed Joel staring at your father’s door, as if he could will him to sleep through the noise. When no light turned on, no door opened, you could see him breathe a sigh of relief before turning his gaze back to you.

“See what you made me do? Almost made me wake your dad and have him catch us like this. Doubt I’d get a word out before he ripped me off you.” You didn’t disagree, your dad was exactly that protective. 

“Go to bed, baby girl,” he said, almost softly. But you shook your head at him.

“What about what I need?” You’re all I can think about some days, Joel.” You figured it was time to lay it all on the line. “I ache for you. Want you so bad it drives me crazy.”

He groaned audibly, before tipping his head down and resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re really that obsessed with me, huh?” His tone is bordering on mocking. But you had no more shame, nodding your head in affirmation immediately. “Bet you’re up late every night, stuffing those pretty little fingers into your cunt, wishing they were mine. Wishing they were my cock.” You nodded again, blushing.

“Want you so bad, ever since the first time I saw you,” you said breathily. You could see him raise his brows. You were barely 18 when he first came to the QZ.

“Naughty little girl, lusting after your dad’s friend for so long. Tell me, sweet thing, are you a virgin? Have you been saving yourself for this dick?”

You hadn’t. You’d had a one night stand with a childhood friend from just before the outbreak, who you happened to cross paths with after the world had already ended and you’d both grown into curious teens. You both seized the rare chance at some intimacy in this messed up world. But, would Joel be mad?

“No... I did it once, with a friend. I’m sorry Joel.” Your words were almost whispered, treading lightly with this beast of a man.

But his face softened a little at the sound of his name on your lips, and Joel brought his hand to your cheek almost gently. 

“No, pretty girl, don’t apologize. I’m not mad. Just means I gotta work a little harder to make sure you forget him,” he said with a smirk. You thought it wouldn’t actually take very much work for you to forget your single stumbling night in the dark... Not when Joel was like this, so hungry, so possessive. It made your core ache with need to see him so unleashed. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and he already had you panting with his words alone. “I like it when you say my name,” he whispered directly into your ear. His intentions of restraint were nearly forgotten in the depths of his need for you. 

“Joel. Can you kiss me already?” 

“I make the demands here, not you, baby girl. Don’t make me punish you, we can’t afford to wake your dad now, can we?” he said, throwing a glance at the still closed bedroom door. You nodded your head no. “Gotta have some privacy to do that,” he said with a wicked grin. You dearly hoped he’d let you find out what kind of punishment he had in mind for you. As much as you wanted to push his buttons, this really wasn’t the time for that kind of fun, so you resolved to let him lead. 

“I’m sorry Joel. I’ve just spent so long waiting for this.”

“I know, I know.” His hands landed on your hips and skimmed their way up your sides. You shivered at the gentle touch from such a rough man. His hands fell back to your hips and suddenly he was gripping you tightly, so tight you thought you might find bruises the next day. It was only a fraction of his true strength, you knew, and the thought of that made you so wet. Between his dirty words and his captivating hands, you knew you had likely soaked your underwear. 

And then, finally, finally, he was kissing you. His lips came down on yours with a bruising intensity, as he brought one hand up to cup the back of your neck. You released a moan at finally getting what you wanted, no, needed, so badly. Joel fucking Miller was kissing you. And he was kissing you well, slipping his tongue between your lips and tangling it with yours. You felt emboldened enough to slip your hands around his waist, sliding one down to grab at his ass. He grunted in surprised approval. 

Suddenly, he pulled his lips from yours and grabbed you by the shoulders, guiding you towards the couch. He sat down and gestured for you to climb into his lap, and like a good girl you proceeded to straddle him. You could feel his hardness pressed right against your core and you were dying for more. No one had ever made you feel like this. You ground your hips down into his, drawing moans from you both. One of Joel’s hands on your hip guides you to press even harder into him, while the other reaches up to toy with your breast. He cups his hand around it and squeezes gently, before bringing two fingers to pinch at your nipple through your shirt. You gasp in pleasure at the slight pain.

Feeling wild and eager to please, you brought your own hands down to the hem of your shirt, knocking his hands aside so you could pull it off over your head. You knew it was a stupid risk, that your dad could wake up and come outside at any moment, catching you straddling his best friend in nothing but your panties. You almost thought Joel would chastise you for taking the lead again, but he was too busy staring at the bounty of your tits revealed right in front of his face. That look alone made it worth the risk of getting caught.

He nuzzled his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply through his nose. You gazed down at him in awe, still half unbelieving that this was really happening. He turned his head from side to side, his nose and lips touching each breast in turn, a sort of gentle motorboat. He seemed to luxuriate in the scent and feel of you, finally getting to revel in this forbidden fruit. He’d noticed you right away when he first came to the QZ, the shy but mischievous daughter of his new smuggling partner. Noticed you, and promptly filed you away in his mind as “untouchable.” 

Well, he was certainly touching you now. His hands roamed across your back and then down to grip your ass, while his mouth began leaving open mouthed kisses on your sternum. 

He pulled away just long enough to say, “Lemme see how bad you need me, pretty girl,” and then his lips were at your nipple and his fingers fell to the top of your panties. Sucking and biting at your sensitive nub, he simultaneously slipped his hand into the waistband of your underwear and down to your dripping pussy. He gathered the moisture there with his fingers, before taking them out and bringing them to his mouth. He slipped two fingers into his mouth and tasted your essence, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“Fuck, you taste so damned sweet. If we had the time and the privacy, I’d lay you down and eat you out like a feast, really make ya scream.”

“Joel, please,” you begged breathlessly. “I need you so bad.”

“Aw, does my sweet baby girl need her cunt stuffed full of my dick? Is she really just a cock hungry little whore?” 

Your already inflamed cheeks flushed even redder at his words, but you nodded your head, too far gone to care about anything as silly as dignity. You had wanted this man for years and now finally you were going to fuck him. Who needs dignity when you’ve got dreams coming true right in front of you? 

“Get up, darlin’, and take off those panties for me”

You practically leaped off his lap with eagerness and immediately slipped off your panties. You dangled them loosely from one hand, putting the other on your hip as you watched Joel take his time. He leisurely unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, slipping them down low just low enough to allow him to free himself from his briefs. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of him, long and impressively thick, with a pronounced head even wider than the shaft, a slick of precum already trickling out. You were by no means an expert, but you pretty much thought Joel Miller’s dick was fucking perfect. You were so busy staring, you barely noticed when Joel reached forward and snatched your panties right out of your hand, before bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply. He groaned at the scent of you and then dropped your panties to the couch in favor of grabbing you by the hips and bringing you back down to straddle him, skin to skin. 

You could feel the hard length of him nestled right against your pussy, lightly nudging your clit in a way that made you want to fall apart for him already. You rose up to allow him access to your entrance, but Joel quickly pulled you back down, muttering, “Not yet, baby girl, gotta get you ready for me first.”

“I’m ready now, Joel, please,” you whined. But he just gave you a dismissing look and directed your hips back far enough to give him access to your dripping cunt. Without preamble he inserted one finger deep inside you, making you moan. “More, I need more Joel.” Not one to disappoint, he added another finger, pumping both in and out of you at a steady pace, curling them towards your g-spot. Your head fell to his shoulder as you writhed in pleasure, and Joel’s lips found your neck, suckling lightly. “No marks, Joel, my dad’ll see,” you managed to get out while his fingers continued driving you towards oblivion. 

“Gotta mark what’s mine, baby. But fine, I’ll just have to mark you somewhere a little more private.” With that, his lips made their way to the underside of one of your breasts, sucking harder and nibbling lightly with his teeth. “I’m the only one who gets to see you here, got it? You’re mine now.” You nodded fervently, tipping your head back to look him in the eye once more. “My best friend’s daughter, all mine, practically begging for my cock.”

“Give it to me Joel, I’m ready, I need it.” His fingers pumped more furiously in and out of you.

“Fuck, baby, is that right? You ready for me?”

“Yes, yes, god, please!” you begged, louder than you should have given your dad was sleeping only a door away. 

Suddenly he was wrapping his arms around you and flipping you over, crushing you into the couch cushions with the weight of his body. Then he sat back, admiration in his eyes as he gazed down at you. He fisted his dick with one hand and began to rub the head up and down your wet slit. Everytime he grazed your clit, your entire body seemed to jolt with pleasure. 

“Joel, I swear to god if you don’t put it in right now I’m going to tell dad you were fucking with his little girl.” You’d had enough of his teasing.

“What did I say about giving me orders? Naughty little thing, I really will have to punish you next time.”

“Next time? How’s about you get the first time going before you start worrying about that,” you let out with a giggle. 

“Fine, little minx, I’ll give you what you need so badly.” And then he was notching himself at your entrance before pushing in completely in a single, rough thrust. You felt so utterly full. 

“Fuck, Joel, your cock is so good...” You were babbling nearly incoherently by then. When he began thrusting in long, deep strokes, you could feel the head of his cock drag across the most delicious spot inside of you, over and over. You could feel yourself building towards climax already. 

“Tell me, did that boy make you come?” Joel asked as if he already knew the answer.

“No, no, I’ll only come for you Joel, it’s always been you.”

Joel picked up the pace, slamming into you rough and fast with every thrust of his hips. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, all worries about waking your sleeping father forgotten. Still inside you, Joel sat back on his knees and reached his hands around to cup your ass, lifting it into the air so he could piston his hips into yours even faster. 

“This ass is all mine, pretty girl,” he said as he kneaded your cheeks with his hands. “Wanna see my girl come for me, but only when I say so.” He took one hand off your ass in favor of stroking his fingers across your clit, rubbing little circles. You could feel your peak approaching, but held yourself back from falling over the edge. You wanted to be good for him.

“Joel, please, I’m so close.” Your words came out in a soft whimper.

“Alright baby girl, come all over this cock.” His words were all you needed, and suddenly you were freefalling into an ocean of pure pleasure. This put any climax you’d ever given yourself to shame. Joel just kept fucking you through it, still stroking your clit as you fell apart around him. 

You came back to yourself slowly while Joel continued to hold you up and fuck you like a rag doll. You could tell he was no longer concerned with your pleasure, fucking you just like he wanted regardless of your oversensitized pussy. It turned you on, to see him so lost to his own desires; a predator gone feral. 

“Come inside me, please Joel I need you to fill me up.” You weren’t quite sure where that reckless desire came from. You knew you’d regret it in the morning, but at that moment you were too lost to pleasure to care. 

“Fuck, filthy girl, you know I shouldn’t.” But you couldn’t stop begging for it, desperate to feel the hot rush of his seed spilling inside you. “Just this once, wild girl,” he grunted out. He couldn’t deny the thought of coming deep inside you turned him on to no end. 

His thrusts began to lose their consistent rhythm, though they remained rough and deep. With a last guttural moan, he thrust in once, twice, three more times and then you could feel the warm rush of his cum inside of you. It felt so right, even though it was a stupid risk, even though it was your dad’s off-limits friend. 

Joel shuddered one last time before letting go of you, your ass hitting the couch as his softening cock slipped out of you. He gazed down at your used pussy, a devilish grin crossing his face as he watched a trickle of his cum leak out of you. Not wanting any to go to waste, you brought your hand down to your cunt and swiped through the mess you found there. After scooping up some cum, you brought your fingers up to your mouth and licked them clean, making a show of it. 

“Fuck me, you perfect, naughty little thing,” Joel muttered almost to himself. As you both came down from the high of your lovemaking, you remembered where you were and both glanced in panic at your dad’s bedroom door. Thankfully, there were no signs of his waking, and you silently thanked the universe that he was such a heavy sleeper. Joel tucked his cock back into his briefs, pulling his jeans back up around his hips.

As you both sat side by side on the couch, Joel rested his head in his hands and whispered, “Fuck, we should not have done that.” That had your head snapping up instantly. He regretted the best sexual experience of your life?

“What happened to there being a next time?” you said timidly, trying to hold in your emotions which would surely only scare him away. But you felt like he was ripping your heart out of your chest. 

“That was just dirty talk, darlin’, you’ve gotta forget about this. This, us, can’t happen again.”

“Why not?” You could hear the desperation creeping into your voice but were powerless to hold it in. 

“You know why baby girl, can’t go fucking my partner’s innocent little daughter, let alone knocking her up.” You knew you were stupid for thinking it, but you’d really hoped he might see you as something more than just his friend’s daughter. But there it was. All you were to him was a quick forbidden fuck, never to be revisited. 

“Fine,” you said, glancing down at your still naked body. Suddenly you were cold, the Boston chill seeping back into your bones. You picked your shirt up off the floor and tugged it over your head before standing and searching the couch for your panties. “Where the fuck did my underwear go? The least you can do is help me look for them. If dad finds them he’ll have some fucking questions.” But Joel just shrugged his shoulders, glancing around half-heartedly.

You knew you were about 5 seconds from breaking down and you didn’t want him to see you cry, so you gave up looking for your underwear and stormed off to your bedroom, shutting the door and climbing into bed. As hot tears began to flow from your eyes, you realized you could still feel his cum dripping out of you.

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Back in the living room, Joel still sat on the couch, thinking about what the fuck he’s just done. He fucked his best friend’s little girl. Fucked her hard. Came inside of her. And fucking loved every forbidden second of it. Jesus christ he was so fucked. Despite his harsh dismissal of you, his own resolve was crumbling as fast as it had when he’d seen you in nothing but that shirt and those panties. Those panties that he now slipped out of his pocket and brought to his nose once more, inhaling your musk. 

Yeah, he was fucked. 

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Safest with You - Ch. 4 (The First Date)

2.8K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din takes you out on a first date.

Warnings: First date fluff, lots of kissing and possibly too much description of 🫣, a little pet name usage (pretty bird, sweet girl, sweetheart), brief mention of parental illness and passing.

A/N: So... you may have noticed I increased the chapter count - I'm sorry! I really wanted to stretch out the longing these two have for each other and build up their neediness; so I split "The Courtship" into two parts and am using it to make the second part Din's POV (it's time for us to see what's going on in that pretty head of his!) But then the first part turned out to be 5K...and that's just two long so I split it into two as well. I'll post Ch. 5 shortly (it's written, just needs to be edited) - the point is to make them wait, not us 😂 Thank you as always for reading!

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You emerge from the subway station to see Din waiting for you, ready to walk together to the taco place he picked.  The way his face lights up when he sees you makes you glad you took the extra time in choosing what to wear tonight.

Din looks devastatingly handsome; freshly showered after what was probably a long afternoon of sparring, his hair now fluffy again and looking so touchable, you have trouble keeping your hands to yourself.  His dress shirt is worn casually, untucked and with the top buttons unbuttoned, which somehow makes him look impossibly big; and when he offers you his hand, you happily take it, heart thumping at the way he slots his thick fingers through your much smaller ones.  He smiles down at you, hoping to convey how excited he is to finally be taking you out, telling you how beautiful you look and asking after the rest of your day.

The two of you chat effortlessly as you walk to the restaurant, and once you’re seated, the conversation switches to the business of the food.  You jokingly let Din know that food is very important to you and is weighted very heavily when determining the success of this date.  Din looks at you with a serious expression, “You don’t have to pretend you’re joking.” Without skipping a beat, you match his solemn expression and deadpan, “Good.”  Both of you crack at the same time, and you have to grab onto his muscular arm you’re both laughing so hard.  You swear you feel an actual jolt of electricity in your fingers.

After you’ve ordered, you ask Din a question that’s been on your mind ever since you found out where he worked: What sort of gym business brought him downtown on the day you met?  Din looks thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to decide how to start his answer, and when he speaks, you can tell that he’s about to share something heavier than the usual first date chatter.  You learn that about 5 years ago, Din’s father fell ill, and he decided to leave his personal security job to take care of his dad and help run the gym.  When his father passed, Din chose to stay and carry on his father’s legacy, taking over ownership and operation of the gym, which had been his pride and joy.  When Din pauses, you add gently, “After you, of course.”  Din smiles, somewhat sadly.  Something strikes you, “That wall you showed me, with all the news articles about you – your dad put that up?”

That seems to brighten Din a bit, and nodding, he continues, “The gym was a big part of my childhood and younger years, where I trained and fought.  Dad was a really involved parent, and he had a big hand in my training.  I have a lot of great memories of him and I together in the gym.  But it was more than just the boxing for him; he also opened the gym up to all my friends and gave us a place to go to stay out of trouble, giving everyone a safe place to go after school if they didn’t have one.  He ended up opening it up to all the community kids; if you were under 17 you could come in any time and train, use the equipment, or just hang out, do homework, whatever.  No membership fees, no questions asked.  He was a really good guy, my dad.”

Din looks wistful and reminiscent. 

“So stuff like that is a big part of why I decided to stay instead of going back to my old job.  Dad loved how the gym was important to the community and really believed in the neighbourhood taking care of each other, and I wanted to keep it and all the good it does going in his memory.  This way it’s still open to the neighbourhood kids to come and hang out and train, or just have somewhere to go and be safe; I don’t know if that would still be the case if someone else took over the gym and just cared about turning out winning fighters or something.”

“Awww, Din, you’re a good guy too.  Your dad would be so proud.”

You’re so grateful to Din for sharing something so personal and being openly vulnerable, you forget your original question, but Din hasn’t, “So I retired from my old job, but the people I used to work with, we were… we are still really close.  Like family.  I grew up with most of those guys; most of them are the same friends that used to hang out at the gym when we were kids.  They’ve always been there for me and Dad, even more after he got sick.  Great guys.  Stepped up when I needed to take time away from work to help Dad and understood when I told them I was leaving.  Every one of them has had my back a million times over.  So once in a while, they’ll ask me to come back in and help with something.”

You finally understand, “And the day we met, you were downtown on an assignment from your old work buddies.”  Din nods.  You think you’re coming to appreciate some things essential to Din’s character; in addition to being strong and protective, he’s also deeply loyal and compassionate.  “That’s nice of you.  It’s personal security work, you said?  Your friends probably feel safer with you around. I know I would.”

Din grins, “Good.  I’m glad you don’t find me scary.”

“Not in the least,” you give Din a fond look and he is gratified; Din is used to people being wary of him because of his appearance and size or even his reputation as a fighter among certain crowds, and he doesn’t think he could stand it if you ever felt in any way unsafe around him.

Carrying on the conversation, you share with Din that you’ve remained close to some childhood friends as well; some of your closest friends are actually from home.  You had all moved to the city at different times, but eventually reconnected and are now inseparable.  You’re grateful for your friends the same way Din seems to be for his.

“Are any of these friends the ones who are reading the same book as you?  Do they know you’re seeing me tonight?” Din is curious if he’s been worth mentioning to your friends, now that he understands how much they mean to you.

You let Din know that yes, in fact, some of those friends are one and the same and that everyone in the group chat knows about your date.    

“What do think you’re going to tell the group chat about tonight?”

“Well, so far, it’s a really good first date.  But night’s still early… and the food hasn’t come yet,” you grin, “They’ll get the full debrief tomorrow.  We have a standing brunch date every week.”

Din puts on a mock worried expression, “Got my work cut out for me, then.”

“Something tells me you’ll do just fine,” you place your hand on Din’s; he turns your hand over in his and brings it up to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss while looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

From there, the conversation continues to flow easily, with no lulls or awkward silences.

Over delicious food, Din learns that you’re a workaholic and always have been, but you love your job and your team, despite the somewhat long hours.  He asks you to tell him a little bit about your work and he finds that you’re whip smart, with an analytical mind; poking a bit of fun at yourself, you confess that you’re an overthinker and that work is probably a way to use this power for good instead of evil.  Long hours of working that brain overtime leaves you with not much free time, and your preference is to spend what little of it you have in a lowkey manner, with close friends and your dog.  You shyly admit you might be too obsessed with your dog, Al (short for Alfredo, like the pasta sauce), and when Din asks to see and then proceeds to enthusiastically coo at the 812 pictures of Al you show him on your phone, you think you might actually be making heart eyes at this teddy bear of a man.

The first time you’re both quiet is when Din walks you to the front of your building; after an evening of non-stop talking and laughing, this intimate moment of silence feels well earned and full of promise.  The evening has been more than lovely; you’ve learned so much about this handsome, kind man that you’ve fantasized about for the last week, and he has somehow surpassed anything you could have imagined.  Now you’re aching for him to touch you in ways beyond the gentle and respectful way he has throughout the date; you’re ready to feel the strength you felt radiating off of him in the coffeeshop pressed against your body.  Looking up at Din as you step in his space, you tip your face up to his while your hands find their place on his waist.  Following your cue, Din leans down and gently cradles your face with his hands, thumbs on either side of your cheeks, fingers softly stroking your neck and hair for a moment before bringing his lips to yours.

As Din’s mouth fits softly on yours, you close your eyes and return his kiss like it’s all you’ve been wanting to do for the last few hours, which if you’re being honest, it has been.  You map Din’s lips with your own, inhaling his breath and exhaling your own breaths of quiet contentment.  Din meets each brush of your lips with an equal tenderness, pressing into them with his own over and over.  Then, as if through some silent agreement, a sense of urgency overtakes the both of you and you each reach for the other at the same time to deepen the kiss.  Your hands work their way up Din’s chest until they lace around the back of his neck and you use them to pull yourself up into him; Din’s arm’s have enveloped you and he presses his hands on the small of your back, firmly urging you even closer.  On instinct, your mouth opens eagerly, and Din slips his tongue in, pushing against yours with hunger and purpose; you’re delicious and he can’t get enough of you.  Greedily craving even more, you wrap your arms around his neck, needing to get impossibly close to Din; nothing else exists in this moment for you except Din and the way his mouth moves against yours.  His facial hair is scratching your chin and the friction is starting to feel hot, but not unpleasant; you let out a low hum of pleasure that vibrates through to Din.  He groans and gently bites down on your lower lip, pulling lightly as you finally break apart.  When you open your eyes, you find that you’re both panting slightly, chests heaving in tandem as you try to catch your respective breaths.

“Holy shit, pretty bird. That was some first kiss.”

“Din…”, you whisper, your voice low, your desperate eyes meeting his.

You don’t even get to finish your thought before Din is on you again, kissing you with the same intensity and passion as the way the first kiss ended, but now with less urgency.  He wants to savour you, taste you, and show you through his kisses how much you’re affecting him.  During this second kiss, he doesn’t press you against him but instead lets his hands roam; his one hand trails up your neck and finds a home on the back of your head, threading through your hair and you lean into his hold.  His other hand strokes your back, fingers kneading as it travels from your shoulder blades and down to your lower back, almost dipping to your ass, but only getting close enough to graze the top with his fingers.  You might whine a little from the anticipation - oh how you want him to grab your ass.  You know he’s being respectful, but this kiss and the one before it has you burning with desire for this man; you can feel a wetness starting to pool between your legs, and you want, need Din to just handle you.  Your tongues chases his, trying to convey your neediness. More, more, more.

“Din…”, you try again, murmuring into his mouth when his nose gently bumps yours and his mouth gives yours a moment of reprieve.

“Mmmmhmm…?” Din presses his lips lightly on yours again, unable to be apart from them.

“Do you want to come upstairs?”

Din’s mouth stills against yours before he pulls his face away slightly, “Oh.  Uhhhhh…I…no.”

In an instant, you feel a tightness in your chest from misreading the situation, and shrink away from Din, out of the warmth of his arms, “Oh.  Okay, it’s okay.  You don’t have to.”

Fuck.  Din blames his light headedness from kissing you for his harsh and misleading response; when he sees you trying hard to keep your face neutral, he’s desperate to correct and explain himself, “No, no, no, pretty girl.  I do, I do want to come up.  But, I also…don’t.  I-”

Din is running his hands through his hair nervously, looking flustered in a way that astonishes you: this big force of a man, looking unsure and tripping over his own words.  It’s endearing, and your tenderness towards him wins out and you put your hand up to his cheek; Din immediately leans into your touch.

He presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed, worried that he’s ruined things, but when he opens his eyes, he sees you looking at him with softness.  When you see Din’s finally face relax, you chuckle, “That’s confusing.”

Din takes a deep breath, “I know.  Pretty bird, I would love to go upstairs with you.  I really do.  And without sounding too presumptuous, I would love to do all the upstairs things with you.  To you.  I want to.  I want you…but…”

You wait with bated breath for him to continue.

“…but I also…I want to… court you.”

Whatever you were bracing yourself for, it wasn’t this, “Court me?” You’re not sure you heard him right.

Now Din is running his hands through his hair again, looking sheepish and self-conscious, “Yeah… is that dumb? I…want to do things the proper way with you.  Take you out, get to know you, treat you special…court you?  I know if we go upstairs, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you, and things will go fast and… some of the nice things I want to do for you will get forgotten, maybe left behind…and… I want us to take our time.  Is that dumb?  Sorry.”

Din’s eyes can’t quite meet yours, so you press a soft kiss to his lips to which he gives you a small smile.  “It’s not dumb at all, Din.  It’s super sweet.  Surprising, but sweet.”

“Why surprising? Did you think me a hussy?”  Din pretends to look scandalized.

You giggle, “I mean, it’s pretty clear that I’m the one being a hussy here, old man.” 

“Old ma-..?” Din doubles down on looking offended.

You kiss him again before he can retort, “Okay. Let’s take things slow.”

Din kisses you slow and calm, all the urgency from earlier gone, as he settles into the relief of knowing he hasn’t inadvertently pushed you away.  Closing your eyes, you melt into Din’s embrace, letting him know with your actions that you’re not going anywhere.

“Do you want to meet the dog and go for a walk with us?” you mumble into Din’s shoulder, somewhat shy about inviting him to do something so familiar and domestic. 

“Nothing I want more, pretty bird.”

“Nothing?” you arch your eyebrow, teasingly.  Then practically skip into the building, giggling, as you hear Din chuckling behind you.

Al takes to walking with Din immediately.  The nighttime walk is lazy and comfortable; hardly any words are exchanged, but Din’s arm around you, and the soft kisses he presses into your hair throughout, tells you everything you need to know about how Din feels the date went.

Before letting you go for the final time tonight, Din kisses you deep and slow again; this time letting his hands wander down to where you had needed him earlier, palming your ass with both his hands, groping you lightly and making you yearn for more of him yet again.  Turning you towards your building door, he gives one side a light slap before bidding you goodnight with a wink, leaving you dazed and lightheaded as you head in with the dog.

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Seriously, how are those FBI agents doing in that Baltimore hotel for the David Wesninski AU? They signed up for none of this, yet here they are, dealing with the craziest family drama any of them have ever witnessed. Honestly, their faces when it gets confirmed that Wymack is the identical twin of this serial killer must be priceless

The first thing you need to understand about fbi ops is, you don't just write those up on a whim. Theres investigations and plans and preparations. They were prepared for the Hatfords to push the agreed boundaries and kill against orders. That's why they were contacted in the first place. They were prepared for the cleanup, and the inquiries, and to throw the Hatfords under the bus as an excuse to begin what was sure to be a years-long investigation into Nathan Wesninski's network.

The second thing you need to understand about law enforcement operations is that you're either going shit shit shit shit shit when things are going according to plan and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck when they aren't.

So, on the whole? It was a shitty night. The whole thing got pushed back by like two hours because of an alleged break in, and then by three more hours after a fight with op command on how much can they look over the police's shoulder without tipping their hand. And then it all goes down, and there's corpses everywhere, and it's all gone to shit...

And then Junior is on the front lawn.

Which, first of all, how are you not dead? Rhetorical question, clearly Nathan tried. Second, no seriously, how are you not dead. The fuck you mean it's a secret bitch I will [redacted]-

But it's fine. It's fine. Actually, hold on, this is great. They get to skip years of investigation all it costs is some witness protection. The kid seems like a real shithead but once they get him talking...

And then Towns says "We gotta talk about his team."

Oh right, them. "Once they calm down we'll give them a basic rundown of what's happening and send them home. Considering what they said so far it doesn't sound like they know much."

But Towns shakes his head. "You don't know who they are, do you?" Browning raises a brow. "Palmetto State Foxes?" Nope. "Edgar Allen. The ravens." Nope. "Kevin Day?"

That does sound familiar, but Browning knows he doesn't get the points for that. "Sure, one of the other players, no?" He never cared for exy, personally, and while he gets that people get excited about college sports he's always believed in some healthy iconoclasm. He shakes his head.

Towns grumbles. Then out of nowhere, he says, "Call Suzie."

"What?"

"Call her. Right now. Put her on speaker."

She should be at lunch, so Browning obliges, but he really doesn't see what his teenage daughter has to do with...

Click. Suzie's high, confident voice. "Daddy?"

"Hey Suzie, it's Freddie, your dad's pal from work," Towns says.

"Oh. Um. Hey?" Suzie sounds nervous suddenly. "Is my dad okay?"

They both suddenly realize what this call must look like, especially after Browning hadn't come home last night, and they both rush to reassure her that he's fine. "We've just had a long night," he reassures her. "No, I'm just calling because...hey Freddie, why am I calling?"

It's Towns' turn to raise an eyebrow, as if to say watch this. "Nah, I was just wanted a reminder, what's your husband's name again?"

Silence. A quick, sharp inhale, and in his mind's eye Browning can see his daughter's eyes focus like an eagles. "Well, first of all, it's future husband, because daddy says that the law says I have to be 18 to get married..."

Ohhhhh.

Fuck.

"But his name is Kevin Day. He's the world's best exy player, even after he had an accident last year. A lot of people abandoned him but I'm never gonna because when a mom and a dad love each other very much..."

A thousand dinner conversations run through Browning's head line an electric current as he opens his phone browser and searches the name. The results look nothing like the bruised shell of a man his colleagues have stuck in a hotel room, but they look like every poster on Suzie's wall. A terrible, terrible thought strikes him. "What about his friend. The, um, the short one."

The response is automatic. "Neil is cute too I guess. There aren't as many good posters of him, but Jessica from biology did her binder from shots she printed from youtube. Her dad yelled at her for wasting the ink."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

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Hello! Longtime silent reader/buyer here. I just had a conversation and thought you may be able to help. A friend of mine has a child who has chosen a new name and goes by "they/them." This individual also wants to be known as "uncle" to their nieces/nephews/etc and certain individuals are...not taking it well.

She was looking for advice and talking points to explain why we still use gendered language even if we use "they/them." Advice I could give but resources for talking points are not my forte.

Could you point me to or do you have any excellent talking points on this topic? I warned her that these individuals may never change their ways and boundaries should always be enforced but she wants to try to reach them. Thanks in advance and love your shop :)

Thank you for your kind words!

The thing I would say first is that if you can understand that someone can use they/them singular pronouns, you can understand that a particular title can be disconnected from gender. If you can understand that Ashley used to be primarily a man's name and is now a woman's name primarily, you can understand that a title can likewise shift.

Personally, I see things like "uncle" and "mom" as job titles, right? And if you understand that, that these are functions that you fulfill to another person, then it's easy to understand that those jobs aren't necessarily gendered.

(Something you don't have to say, and honestly, I wouldn't, is that a lot of the people who struggle with this don't really look at things like "uncle" as jobs or things you do or earn but as ... just... titles, things you are called without needing to earn them? And a lot of the time, the pushback you get is as much to the idea that "uncle" is a job that you should do rather than respect you are owed regardless?)

Maybe "job" isn't the right term, I don't know.

Uncle and Aunt are .... social responsibility categories? If you are an aunt or uncle, you get called on for certain functions within a family. Mom or dad is the same to me.

And really, at the end of the day, the only thing you should NEED to say is "because this is what I'd prefer to be called."

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𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓦𝐄 𝓜𝐄𝐓

𝐽𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑥 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑀𝑅𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠, 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ...

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒. ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ?? 🚫🚫

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 💬💬

I sat alone at the oak wood bar that my father used to take Stiles and I to, my index finger tracing along the rim of my nearly empty glass of Sprite.

If he has it, I don't know what I'll do... I can't lose my brother the same way I lost my mom. Scott said he'd give Stiles the bite, but what if he reacts the same way I do? What if this whole phoenix thing runs in the family? Derek said it's genetic... The bite could kill him just as easily, right? If he's-

My thoughts were interrupted when a strawberry milkshake was placed in front of me, the bartender giving me a smile. "I didn't order this..." I told him with furrowed brows, sliding the glass back towards him only for the man to give me a grin and point behind me.

To say I was in awe is an understatement... He was fit, tall, with brown hair and green eyes.. I'm a sucker for green eyes. As I went to hand the milkshake off to him, the man finally spoke up.

"It's yours. You looked like you were having a rough night.. And I also noticed you weren't drinking any alcohol so I assumed a milkshake would be a safe bet." The man said as I felt myself at a loss for words. That's when he smiled... that damn smile.. with the white teeth and dimples, he was beyond handsome.

"Do you mind if I sit?" The man asked, a small chuckle passing his lips as it knocked me from my trance.

"Uh- Yeah.. yeah, please.." I told him before pulling the treat closer and taking a sip. "Thank you.. I, um.. I needed this." I said, allowing the awkward silence to sort of greet both of us before ultimately giving in and bringing my hand up to my mouth as my nails found their familiar place between my teeth. Before I knew it, I was chomping down on my nails to ease my nerves when the man gently took my wrist in his hand.

"You shouldn't do that, you know.. you'll end up hurting yourself." He said. "I used to bite my nails, too.. My dad doused my fingers in lemon juice to stop me." The man said with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his beer, ignoring the fact my wrist was still in his hand. My wrist was still in his hand...

"My name is Jordan by the way." He introduced himself, grazing his thumb over the top of my wrist as my heart fluttered. It was almost as if I couldn't speak as I watched his thumb gently trace the small freckles on my wrist before shaking my head and looking up at him.

"U-uh.. Hilde." I told him as my voice cracked slightly. There it was again.. that damn smile.. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." Jordan said, his green eyes flickering down towards my lips briefly.

"You think I'm pretty?" I scoffed slightly as he downed the rest of his beer.

"Gorgeous." Jordan said, scooting closer. Unsure if he was drunk or if he was genuinely flirting, part of me felt like I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Do you go to college? What are you studying?" He asked me.

Shit. I can lie, right? I've slept with older guys before...

"Um, law.. law enforcement." I told him, shifting in my seat slightly. That earned an intrigued look from Jordan before his eyes grazed along my body.

"I could see it." He said, his words making my heart skip a beat. "I'd like to learn more about you..." Jordan requested. It was almost like a magnet that pulled the two of us closer, my brown eyes locking on his green ones almost in a challenge.

"Then why don't you?" I asked before pulling him into a deep kiss.

I don't know how it happened, but before I knew it Jordan and I were at his apartment already tearing off each other's clothes before the door was even closed. "Sorry about the mess..." He panted, slipping off his jumper before wrapping his arms around me once more. "I didn't plan on bringing home a pretty girl..." He mumbled, trailing his lips down my neck.

For once my body didn't heat up like it often did, it almost stayed level with Jordan's before I cupped his cheeks and pulled him into another deep kiss.

"I want this..." I told him, making him pull away. There was a relieved and almost happy glint in his green eyes before I was tossed onto his makeshift couch bed, Jordan soon hovering over top of me.

"Good... I do, too." He agreed, delving down to return his lips to mine.

The next morning, I woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist making me smile as I remembered the night. Turning around I pecked Jordan's lips before his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning..." I whispered, earning a tired and afterglow grin from him.

"Good morning..." He rasped, pulling me tighter into his grasp before pressing his lips to mine once more.

"Mm- I have work, but I could meet you for lunch if you want..?" Jordan offered, breaking the kiss but still leaving our lips close as his brushed against mine when he spoke.

"You mean like a date?" I teased, making him lean back with a chuckle only to then push me onto my back and hover over me once again.

"Yes, like a date." He grinned, brushing his nose against mine before his lips soon attached to my cheeks and neck causing me to laugh before pushing him off.

"Jordan!!" I squealed, finally releasing myself from his grip before giggling as I leaned over the couch to grab a notebook and paper to write down my phone number.

"Text me when and where." I said, handing him the paper only to receive a kiss in return before getting up to get dressed.

Lunch rolled around, and with a few silly texts from Jordan throughout the day Lydia has been on my back about who I've been talking to. I couldn't tell her though... I don't even know if it's going to go anywhere with Jordan.

"I'm going to bring my dad lunch and I'll meet with you guys later." I called out before leaving the loft, unlocking my Volkswagen and heading to pick up something for my dad.

Grabbing the bag from the passenger side, I walked inside the station before seeing Jordan, my heart sinking. It took everything in me not to drop the food as he spotted me, getting up and walking over.

Shit.

"Hey! I didn't think I told you where I worked, did I?" Jordan said, dressed in a full deputy's uniform. "How are you?" Jordan asked, about to press a kiss to my lips before my dad opened the door to his office making me snap out of my stunned expression and jump away from Jordan before he could.

Shit.

"Dad! Hey, I brought you lunch!" I said, seeing the color drain from Jordan's face.

"It's not salad, is it?" My dad asked, taking the bag from me.

"Open it up and find out." I teased, trying to lighten the tension as I glanced over at the obviously stressed out deputy.

"Hilde, have you met my new deputy Jordan Parrish?" My dad asked, pulling a fry from his bag before eating it.

"Yep." I said, glancing over at my father's newest employee to see his pure shocked expression. "Sure have..."

Shit.

[bonefall]

So what is Sparkpelt's relationship with Firestar going to be in BB rewrite since she isn't going to be Firestar but female? I'm assuming she's going to be completely different looking from cannon Sparkpelt too.

[ID: Better Bones AU's version of Sparkpelt. She is an auburn tigerclone with jagged stripes, a cream beard and mane, and raptor claws.]

BB!Sparkpelt is so different it'll make your head spin. GoodBYE Fireclone Sparkpelt, HELLO Tigerclone Sparkpelt

Also I decided that the KEY Tigerkin Family Trait is going to be raptor claws. A large index claw, and pointed talons on the back toe. They also tend to be large, tiger-themed, and have 'beards.' It's sometimes remarked that they bear a similarity to Thunderstar!

BIGGEST CHANGE, which I think is pretty well known by now, is that Sparkpelt is NOT Squirrelflight's child. Her mom was Jessy, from a brief relationship that ended in a brutal cat divorce. Squilf remains infertile, she cannot have children.

Instead, they are Mentor and Apprentice. Just as close as a parent and child.

Below the cut: Sparkpelt in,

Bramblestar's Thorns

Squirrelflight's Horror

BB!TBC and ASC setup

Bramblestar's Thorns: The AVoS-era replacement for the loss of Alderheart as a POV in that arc. Sparkpelt gets a POV alongside her brother covering her early life.

Her mother Jessy is a genius inventor. She joined during the SE, ThunderClan's Tempest, along with Fernsong and Stormcloud. Her name was briefly Sweetbright.

She had a massive fight with Brambleclaw shortly after having their children, which escalated and she wasn't willing to stay if he was going to treat her like that.

Alder was taken back to twolegplace. Bramblestar kept Sparkkit.

Spark loves her dad but...

He is an emotionally abusive person. Your relationship with a person like that is always unstable.

"He's not always like this." She wants him to be better, she blames herself for upsetting him, she loves him, he makes her feel like dirt, she doesn't want to be near him, she feels bad enforcing boundaries...

To give Bramblestar credit where it's due, however, he taught her very well about their family legacy. From Tigerstar all the way back to Oakstar, that they have a long line of pride and ambition.

Firestar, in these stories, was presented as someone who saved them from disgrace. By opposing Tigerstar and giving Brambleclaw power, he was a hero to them as well.

She's named after him, too. Firestar was Bramblestar's beloved mentor.

This pressure of legacy was something shared by her childhood best friend, Hollykit, child of Fallenleaf and Cinderheart.

Spark had her issues growing up, and resented Jessy massively for leaving her and taking her brother. When Alder came back because of his visions, she turned a lot of frustration onto him

Him coming back felt like she suddenly couldn't be so angry at Jessy. She had to be nice about the person who ripped her brother away, broke their family, and even turned Alder against her with how he defends her

It's not accurate or justified, but that's how this emotionally repressed teenager expresses complicated emotions.

In a moment of clarity, Bramblestar personally chose Squirrelflight as Sparkpaw's mentor. He knew that she would be the person his daughter needed, someone who would teach her to stand up for herself, and to do the right thing.

...But unfortunately most of the time Bramble does not have that level of insight. He rues this decision constantly, convinced that Squilf is intentionally turning his daughter against him.

Squirrelflight's Horror: The replacement for Squilf's Hope

This book is about Squirrelflight reconsidering her relationship with Bramble, when the Sister Situation happens. Ultimately it ends in Squilf going on trial in StarClan, less because of her 'transgressions' in life and more because of Fire Alone as an ideology being tested.

But this isn't about Squilf this is about Spark.

Similarly to canon, Hollylark suffers a horrible poisoning and passes away as their kittens are born prematurely.

Sparkpelt is shaken badly by this. They were childhood friends, they were expecting a litter, like canon she experiences postpartum depression.

Squilf wins her trial, but desperately decides she needs to get home because her apprentice can't lose a mate and a mentor at the same time.

I don't want to end this SE on the note that Sparkpelt is finally moving on from the death of Hollylark... I don't think she can "get over it" quickly the way canon implies.

In general this part of Spark's life is much more delicate. She needs more time, recovery is slower, there's a lot more pain here. But she is loved and supported through it.

BB!TBC and setup for ASC when it comes

By the time of TBC, she's finally recovering. Her relationship with her kittens has improved.

When the imposter happens, it threatens to destroy everything she had built.

She gets covered in scars from a dog attack, and is eventually exiled.

Finchpaw follows her, making a name for herself as a brave Firekin descendant who opposed a tyrant.

In this arc, a lot of Firekin act as a 'unit,' this family tends to think alike and work closely because of their shared legacy. Squilf, Spark, and Finch are in lockstep as major rebel figures.

Flamepaw is left out of this, because he chose not to follow them.

When Flame eventually rejects his name in ASC, a major contention he has is that "MOM ISN'T EVEN FIREKIN WHY DOES SHE CARE"

The answer is, that rejecting the Firekin side of himself is like killing the part of him that is Hollylark, and rejecting a family she feels accepted into and part of.

THAT SAID; I do not rewrite arcs until they are done. Details of ASC are sparse and only fragments. I need to know its conclusion before working backwards to make that conclusion stronger.

And that's BB!Sparkpelt! Very different from canon, but I love the gal.

[thenationofzaun]

Why do so many Arcane viewers insist on viewing Powder and Jinx as two separate people and act like Jinx is just a brainwashed drone doing whatever her Big Mean Scary Dad ordered her to? It just seems like such a weird thing to do if you claim to love Jinx's character. Not only does she have a lot of agency and act of her own accord throughout the show and clearly isn't brainwashed, the narrative actively calls out this refusal to accept that Jinx = Powder as a mistake on Vi's part.

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Jinx's problem isn't that she's been brainwashed by Silco's mind control and only does horrible things because she's under his spell. Her problem isn't that the "true Powder" is trapped somewhere inside her underneath all the scary evil layers and if Vi just peels them off her real sister will emerge. Her problem is that she is a severely traumatized and mentally ill teenage girl who suffers from extreme insecurities and paranoia, exacerbated by her psychosis. And that she then acts out in cruel, violent, selfish and destructive ways that just end up sabotaging the relationships she so desperately wants to protect.

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Jinx IS Powder. Powder grew up to be Jinx. Powder, the sweet little girl, an innocent child, who at the age of 9 or 10, was already gleefully making nail bombs to use on other people, particularly enforcers (which Vi encouraged). Who had already witnessed incredible violence and lost her parents to it. Who already dreamed of becoming strong and wanted to be a fighter. Who already had attachment issues and suffered mental breakdowns when she felt that someone she idolized didn't think she was useful. Who then went through a devastating tragedy that shattered her mind, giving her a severe psychotic disorder and fear of abandonment. She became 100x more unstable, cruel, and violent after act 1, but the seeds were already there in childhood. If a completely different child with a different background had gone through the same trauma in episode 3, they would not have become Jinx.

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So many viewers mistakenly view the situation as if Powder, the good kind soul, is buried deep under the evil Jinx layers, and that she can still be "reached". That she's still "in there". Lol, in where? There's no secret "real Powder" hiding inside Jinx. Powder grew up, she changed as a person. And yeah, a lot of that change was negative. It's tragic and disturbing but it is the reality. Jinx is Powder all grown up. Jinx is who Vi's sister is now.

-

I'm just baffled as to why so many people misunderstand Jinx and her situation. It would be one thing if this change was just a minor, unacknowledged part of the show. But it's not. It's a MAJOR part of Jinx's turmoil in Acts 2 and 3, she desperately tries to get Vi to understand this about her, and then Vi is explicitly called out by the narrative for this misconception. It's acknowledged and hammered home within the actual show.

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And Vi pays for this mistake greatly. Jinx ends up giving up on her. Vi's insistence on treating Jinx like a fake persona, a Silco-made shell that needs to be broken in order to retrieve the "real" Powder, screws her over. Jinx is far more aware of things than a lot of people, both the characters in the show and the real world audience, give her credit for. She knows how she has changed. She is acutely aware of how she is perceived by others. And that's why she was so insecure and nervous about how Vi would react upon meeting her, why one of the first things she says to her during their reunion is to warn her that she's changed. And then look how Vi speaks to and about Jinx. "She's still in there. I can reach her." "Powder, wake up! Remember who you are!"

-

Vi doesn't understand or accept that Jinx IS who her sister is now, who her little sister grew up to be. Hell, she even misunderstands the name Jinx. To Vi, the name is a mark of shame, and she needs to reassure her that she's not a jinx and that she can drop the name. But Jinx's new name is not a mark of shame, it's a mark of empowerment. To take a word that was used to hurt you and own it, wield it, make it your signature. And this misunderstanding hurts Jinx.

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To be clear, I am NOT BLAMING Vi for this situation. The thing is, Vi making this mistake is completely understandable. Tragically understandable. After all, the last memory she shared with Powder, she slapped her and derogatorily called her a jinx after a horrific accident caused by Powder that killed their brothers. In prison, she stewed with the guilt and regret over that incident for around seven years. OF COURSE she wouldn't want to call her sister "Jinx" now, right after reuniting with her. Of course she would think that Jinx has been ruthlessly brainwashed by Silco - she, as a character in the story whose father was killed by Silco, whose life was ruined in large part by Silco's actions, who was in prison for around eight years and hasn't actually witnessed his interactions and years spent with Jinx, has no reason to trust him. She has every right to despise him, and it's fair for her to initially assume that all of who Jinx is can be neatly pinned on him. And Jinx tries to explain to Vi that this is who she really is now, and that she can't go back to being her 10 year old self, but of course, Jinx doesn't really do a very good job of it. She attacks Vi, shoots at her, scares her, threatens her, then kidnaps her and ties her to a chair. So hostile, violent and antagonistic, of course Vi would be even more freaked out and reluctant to reconcile this person with the memories she has of Powder. All this doesn't change the fact that Vi screwed up with this misunderstanding of Jinx. But at least she has all these very understandable excuses.

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What are all your excuses? You all watched the show. Every part of it. You saw every characters' point of view, were shown the situation from all these different angles, heard several lines in the show driving this point home. Yet for some reason I'm still seeing countless takes about how Powder and Jinx are two separate people, that Vi needs to reach the "real Powder" in season 2, how Silco's death was great because now the "Jinx persona" doesn't have someone to enforce it, how "Jinx has DID". It's just weird seeing so many people miss the point so badly.

[t1oui]

random weasley-wood children headcanons (bc obviously im ignoring percy's canon wife, sorry audrey)

so in canon percy has 2 kids: lucy and molly ii. when i made up the weasley-wood kids i named the eldest lucy without knowing of the canon lucy's existence, so i just thought i'd give that as a fun fact. anyways onto the children

lucille weasley-wood, better known as lucy (percy only calls her lucille when he's worried she's about to hit one of her cousins in the face with a bludger), is a ravenclaw. she's in the same year as lily potter and rose granger-weasley, and the eldest of the three (think of them as the new marauders without peter. basically, they prank people).

if it wasn't obvious from that bludger comment earlier, she's a beater for the ravenclaw team. she's been a beater ever since oliver taught her what the position was (so she was like 1, probably) because "come on dad, i get a bat".

lucy is generally a confident person, and has a bit of a reputation from her cousins (and her parents) for being a blabbermouth. every time there's a secret that needs to be kept, it's rose and lily's job to get lucy as far away from it as possible. she protests, but honestly, she knows it's for the best.

lucy ends up with henry, another ravenclaw in her year and the other ravenclaw beater (and the eldest of my 2 oc kids of dean and seamus). they bond over being extremely protective over their younger siblings (henry is honestly kinda scared of lucy but who isn't at this point).

she ends up playing professional quidditch for the hollyhead harpies and becomes an announcer after that.

skye weasley-wood, the middle child of the three, is a hufflepuff and the only one who doesn't play quidditch (you bet oliver tried. percy told him to stop torturing their children after the fourth time lucy knocked skye off his broom). skye is, as some of you may have guessed, named after the isle of skye in scotland, which is where i hc oliver to be from.

skye is definitely more on the studious side, preferring to read than to do physical activity of any kind. in truth, he's rubbish on a broom. his favorite form of transportation is floo travel, even in adulthood.

skye doesn't have any cousins or family friends in his year, nor is he remotely connected to any hufflepuffs other than teddy (who is long graduated from hogwarts). luckily, in his second year, his younger sister and her friends decide to befriend him (read: force him to join their group because if they want to be better pranksters than lily, rose, and lucy, they need someone in hufflepuff on their side). skye doesn't really mind.

skye's favorite teacher is neville longbottom, and with the help of neville's plant knowledge, he helps out in some truly spectacular pranks. (lucy can't figure out if she's supposed to be angry or proud, so she torments him with an array of zonko's products before settling on both. skye, whose hair is green for the rest of term, is not as pleased with this decision as she is.)

despite his inability to fly and his extreme fear of splinching, skye manages grades rivaling percy's on his newts and decides to be an auror. one day, he takes percy's job as the head of the department of magical law enforcement.

katie weasley-wood, named after katie bell, is the girl everyone says takes after percy the most. she's a slytherin like him, and even though she seems much more outgoing, anyone who knows percy knows that they truly are one in the same. she's a monster on a broom and ends up playing seeker for slytherin after albus graduates. (she's keeper in the year they're both playing, and she's surprisingly good for a 2nd year. at least, she's surprisingly good for the split second before people remember she's oliver wood's daughter.)

katie is not one to be outshone, so when she finds out that her older sister is part of a pranking trio, she gets together a group of first years (and skye), determined to be better. (and mcgonagall thought the weasley twins were bad.) she will destroy you, but she will do it with a smile on her face. be warned.

katie's favorite subject is defense against the dark arts. she loves potions, too, and history of magic can be fun (nobody seems to see how entertaining binns can be when he thinks everybody's asleep), but in dada, she gets to annoy her uncle harry. nothing is better than that. (he pretends he doesn't find her funny, and she pretends she doesn't know he's full of it.)

katie plays quidditch whenever she's home (always keeper, now), but she ends up following her uncle bill into curse breaking. she never does play pro like everyone thought she would. she pretends she doesn't see percy's smiles when she's telling him all about her success.

years later, katie and skye take over weasley's wizard wheezes. you thought it was bad before.

[dividers by firefly graphics]

[bullet-prooflove]

TheDeal! Series - Part Two: Aftercare - Will Trent x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yezzyyae @words-and-seeds @trublu2u @cassiopeiablog

TheDeal! Series:

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You’re still in a state of shock when Will takes you home to his house. You’re pliant, uncommunicative. Traits that he doesn’t associate with you because the woman he loves is always a flurry of motion and conversation. He’s left Faith back at the scene to manage it, because right now you need him and in Will’s world, you and Betty are his top priorities. You’d been processed back at the apartment, your clothes collected, your nails scrapped. There’s still blood in your hair, on your face, arms and hands.

“Sugar, we need to get you cleaned up.” He whispers as you stand in the living room, surveying your surroundings. “Do you need me to help with that?”

It’s important that he asks. He’d been there when you’d given your statement to Faith, he knows why that man was in your apartment tonight, what he intended to do. He’d seen the violence of it, when he’d reviewed the scene.

It had been a blitz attack; the perp had incapacitated you in a matter of seconds. It’s impressive because you’d trained in law enforcement departments up and down the country, picking up a range of techniques throughout the duration of your sabbatical. The fact the perp had managed to subdue you so quickly spoke volumes about his skillset. Will thinks he was a professional.

He turns the shower on, allowing the water to heat up before he guides you into the bathroom.

“Can I undress you?” He says softly, his warm brown eyes studying yours.

You nod your agreement, raising your arms up above your head. He’s careful as he removes your clothes, gentle. Already the bruising is beginning to blemish your skin, broken blood vessels and purple finger marks mar your throat.

When you step underneath the shower stream, he sees the tension ebb out of your shoulders, and he knows your slowly coming back to yourself. He leaves a cosy set of pyjamas on the vanity for you before closing the bathroom door behind him and granting you some privacy.

You spend a long time in the shower, Will expects it. He knows what it’s like, the need to rinse the trauma from your skin.

He’s hanging up the phone when you step out of the bathroom. His hands come to rest on the back of one of the dining chairs as his lips purse together grimly.

“My dad made a deal, didn’t he?” You say quietly, your hands slipping into the pockets of your pyjama bottoms as you stand on the opposite side of the table from Will. “That’s why they sent someone after me tonight, they wanted to send him a message.”

“A shorter sentence, better accommodations.” Will informs you, his knuckles turning white as he grips the back of the chair. He can’t bring himself to tell you that your daddy didn’t even flinch when Ormewood had told him what happened to you, that instead he’d tried to leverage it.

“I know who they would have sent…” He’d said to Ormewood. “If I give you a name, will I get another sentence reduction?”

He could tell just how appalled Ormewood was on your behalf from the amount of expletives he’d used to describe your daddy. He’d taken great pleasure telling the other man to go fuck himself because you’d dispatched your assailant.

“He didn’t care, did he?” You say, your voice devoid of emotion.

It kills him to hear you speak like that because you’re such a vibrant person, so full of bright and full of life. It’s like your daddy has reached through those prison bars and snuffed that part of you right out.

“I’m sorry sugar.” He says earnestly. “Truly I am.”

You turn your face away from him, he sees your jaw tense and he knows you’re trying not to cry

“I got shot two years ago.” You say suddenly, your gaze turning distance. Will knows the story; he’s seen the scar, etched into left shoulder. He’s spent late nights and early mornings, tracing over it with gentle fingertips and an eager mouth. “I got shot and he didn’t even turn up at the hospital because he was on a hot streak up in North Carolina. That’s why I stopped speaking to my father.”

It destroys something inside of him, hearing that story, because you deserve better than this, better than the man who helped conceive you.

“That man doesn’t deserve you, sugar.” Will says as he reaches for you. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his thumbs ghosting over the apple of your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “You are the most precious thing in the world to me. You are loved, you are wanted and if I have to spend my whole life showing you that I will."

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[xekstrin]

Hello!! I was just wondering if Vivienne can actually speak Vietnamese and I was also wondering what her late mothers name is?

If it wasn’t brought up in the text itself 1) i don’t know the answer 2) any answer i give you would be a headcanon. So with that caveat out of the way….

I assume she can speak Vietnamese, as Vivienne could generally speak whatever language she needed for the plot to work!

Her mom got fridged unfortunately and so never got fully developed.

I will say one of the original concepts I had for her mom was that mom was still alive and a member of law enforcement. Her relationship with Vivienne’s father was a sexy cat and mouse situation, but she decided she was going to turn in Dean and give up their secret baby. So one day Dean stole Vivienne and vanished.

These were some notes i took— and a lot of these were drawn from conversations with my friend MJ. I might as well share them now.

Another idea we floated was that Vivienne’s mom was a conwoman and she duped Dean somehow… anyway, in the end poor old mom got put in a fridge and it’s implied she and Dean were thieves together. Also that maybe he accidentally got her killed, the same way Vivienne got her first love killed.

Dean loves his daughter very much and she loves him but he’s a terrible dad! Balancing that line was tricky.

Thanks for the question and excuse to infodump!

[604to647]

Safest with You (Ch. 11 Addendum - After The Poker Game)

2.3K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A direct continuation of Ch. 11 "The Poker Game"; the addendum is for all the smut that happens when Reader and Din get home (I suppose it could be read as a standalone!)

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please), smut, new-ish established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected PiV sex, light roleplay, possessive sex, possessive dirty talk, light degradation (slut/whore), kind of soft dom!Din, pussy slaps (2), pet names (pretty bird, pretty thing, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and Din can pick her up.

A/N: It made sense for this one chapter to separate out the smut, but I probably won't do it again in the future (I also haven't separated it on Ao3). Hope that's okay for everyone! Thank you as always for reading 😘

Series Masterlist, First part of Ch. 11

Your clothes are off before you even make it to the top of the stairs.

On your bare tip toes, in only your lavender lace bra and panties, you hang on to Din’s neck as he unlocks the door; he lets Al in before cupping your ass and picking you up so you can wrap you legs around his waist.  Taking you straight to the bedroom and roughly throwing you on to his bed, you bounce a little as you watch him undress frantically.  You can feel the dark spot on your underwear growing but you can’t help how aroused you are by the way Din has manhandled your body and now you’re aching for more.

Crawling over you, Din’s pupils are already blown wide and his jaw is tight, “Alright, pretty girl.  You’re going to get what you wanted.  It’s driving me fucking crazy thinking about you with someone else, so I’m going to have to remind you that you’re mine and mine only. You ready?”

Your breath hitches, the idea that Din might actually be jealous shouldn’t turn you on so much, but you’re practically vibrating with need.  Looking at him coyly, you nod, “Yes, dad-, I mean, yes, Din.  I’m ready for you to fuck me until I’m yours.”

Growling, Din snips at the base of your neck, “You’re already mine, baby girl.  This is about fucking it into that pretty head of yours.”  You whimper and spread your legs as a reaction to Din’s rough tone.

“Now get on your hands and knees, want to see your pretty cunt.”  You quickly turn over and scramble so you’re on your knees; even though he said hands, you rest lower on your forearms, arching your back and spreading your knees so that you’re on full display for Din.

Din chuckles, “Good girl.  Such an eager little slut,” before giving each of your cheeks a spank.  He’s not being gentle tonight; each spank stings and you moan at the sudden jolt of pain.  Palming an ass cheek in each hand, Din soothes away the sting, drawing gentle circles with his thumbs.  You look over your shoulder to see him get down on the floor and yank you by your hips backwards towards the edge of the bed so he’s face to face with your dripping heat.  Pressing a sweet kiss to each side of your ass, Din pulls your underwear down roughly past your thighs.  You move to close your legs so he can shimmy your panties off, but he stops you with more spanks to your rear, “You’re keeping them on, baby.”  He pulls them low, almost at your knees, the drenched lacy fabric stretched taught, digging into the sides of your legs.

“Don’t want them to rip, Din,” you whine.

“If they rip, they rip.  I’ll buy you another pair.  I’ll buy you all the lingerie you want, pretty thing,” Din mumbles as his gaze drops to your glistening core.  He licks his lips and runs his thumb through your folds, “Pussy’s so wet already.  You get this wet for any of those other guys, baby?”

Your legs, already tense from straining against your pulled down panties, start to shake from the way Din is stroking your sensitive slit, “No, Din.  Only you.  S-so wet only for you.”

Letting you drip down your inner thighs, Din uses his hands to spread your ass, holding you still and giving him better access to your aching pussy, “Who do you belong to, pretty girl?”

You don’t even get a chance to answer before Din dives in, tongue first, aggressively lapping up your slick and spreading it over every crevice and dip of your centre.  You nearly collapse onto your chest from the sudden onslaught, “You!” you manage to choke out.

“Need you to say my name, sweetheart.  Say the name of the man tongue fucking you so good.  Go ahead now.”  Din’s dirty words hum against your cunt, and you feel his fingers dig into your ass, pulling you apart even further so he can press his face deeper into you.  His tongue extends to flick your hardened clit before dragging back over the length of your seam and pushing into your sopping wet hole.  The squelch of Din’s tongue moving in and out of you while his mouth drinks from you is nearly drowned out by your desperate chants of ecstasy, “Din, Din, Din, Di-D-Din.  Oh my g-god, Din, D-“.

Din hums in appreciation before using one thick finger to replace his tongue and having it quickly joined by a second, “You never did answer, baby, who do you belong to?”

“You, Din, I belong to you!”

The pace of his fingers quickening, Din’s thumb draws contrastingly slow circles over your clit, as he continues to spew filth that makes you drip down his wrist, “Do those other guys know what a slut you are?  Anyone else give you what you need?”

“NO, no! No one!” you practically scream.

“No one, what pretty girl?  Need to hear you say it.”

Din adds a third finger just as you’re about to answer, and the sudden stretch skyrockets the tension that’s been steadily building deep in you since he pulled down your panties.  Barely coherent, you start babbling, “No one knows what a slut I am but you, Din.  Only you, Din.  Only you can give this filthy slut what she needs.  Fuck, you turn me on so much.  Oh my god, oh my god, Din.  My pussy is such a wet mess for you… Uh huh, yes, yes... OH Din, this pussy belongs to you.  Ahhhh, ngh, No one else’s, yours.   I’m so close, oh please, please let your pussy come, nhhuhhhhh…”

“That’s right.  This is my pussy.  You’re my pretty whore.  My good girl,” Din pulls out his fingers suddenly and punctuates the last two words with two successive wet slaps to your pussy.  When the heel of his palm brushes hard against your swollen clit unexpectedly, the tightened coil below your belly snaps and you’re coming instantly.

You scream into the sheets, drooling and shaking, having never come so hard in your life.  Din lowers his face again to lap at the slick dripping out of you, devouring you through your high.

Crashing, physically and mentally, your entire body goes boneless and you let the top half of your body collapse.  Your breasts pressed into the mattress, you lay with your arms stretched out above your head no longer trusting them to hold you up; the bottom half of your body would follow if it wasn’t still being held up by Din.

You’re still shivering from what has to be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had; this was supposed to be a little bit of roleplay but it’s starting to feel like Din’s ownership over your body is very real and you would have never expected this amount of pleasure from giving yourself over to him so completely.  If you were actually seeing anyone else, it would impossible for you to continue to do so after tonight; Din knows just what you want, exactly what you need to reach new heights, and he’s fucking you senseless right now.  Your head is empty except for him, and you let out a desperate whine when your pussy starts to feel empty too.  Face still resting against the bed, you wiggle your butt a little, urging Din to take you again.

“So greedy.  Do you need something to fill you up, pretty girl?”

You nod into the bedsheets and whine a bit more.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart.  Need to know if it’s getting through that slutty little brain of yours who you belong to.”

Lifting you head as much as you can, you look over your shoulder to plead directly to him, “Fill me up, Din.  Want your cock, please.”

Din’s smile is warm, though his eyes still dark, “My sweet girl is so polite.  Begging so pretty for cock even when she’s still drooling into the sheets from my fingers.”

You nod desperately, “Your cock, Din.  Please, need your cock.”

“Such a good girl.  I’ll give you anything you want, baby.  And what about my fingers?” Din’s palm rubs and soothes your lower back, relaxing you before what’s to come next.

Needy and at his mercy, you beg, “Want those too, please.  Want everything you give me.  Just give it to me, Din, please.  Need you in me.”

Din lines himself up, but before pushing in, he takes the fingers he used to fuck you, still glistening with your slick, and brings them next to your mouth; you open up, hungrily.  He waits until he’s only just slid his fingers into your waiting mouth, before slamming his cock into your cunt.  You clamp down on his fingers, the sudden combination of the taste of your own cum filling your mouth and Din’s cock stretching your walls has you seeing double.  You moan around his fingers as you suck and clean them, while Din fucks you with vigor, “Gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget who owns this pussy.”

You mumble around his fingers, “You do.”

Pulling out his fingers slightly to hook down the corner of your mouth, he asks again, “Who?”

“You own this pussy, Din.  Please yes, show me what you do to what’s yours.”

Taking his hand out of your mouth, he pulls your arms behind your back and holds them while fucking you deeper into the mattress, “You’re mine, pretty bird.  All mine.”

The sounds you are making are pornographic and obscene; you’re sure they can be heard down in the gym and out in the street, “I’m yours, all yours, I’m yours,” you repeat back, mindlessly.  You can only imagine what you look like under the pale glow of the streetlamps streaming in through the windows; positively debauched as Din pounds you from behind, fucking you so hard you would be shoved up all the way to the headboard if it weren’t for his hand pinning you down.

“Will anyone else be fucking you so good that you can’t even see straight?”  Din releases you and pulls you up so your back is now flushed against his chest; he never falters in his pace, even as he fucks up into you at this new angle.

“No one, Din.  No one will ever fuck me as good as you,” you wail, all you can do is hang on to the arm that’s holding you up; you’re so pliant and fucked out, barely able to do anything but take, take, take what Din is giving you.

Spurred on by your praise, Din groans in your ear, “That’s right.  You’re mine.  My girl.  No one is touching you but me.  No one is fucking you but me.”

Din’s other hand comes up and wraps lightly at the base of your throat, demonstrative of his literal and figurative hold over you. 

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours... please, oh please, Din, I’m so close.”  The one hand brave enough to let go of Din’s arm, drops down to your clit on instinct.  You frantically rub your bundle of nerves, quickened breaths timed to Din’s relentless thrusts.

“Scream my name when you come, pretty bird,” growls Din, “want the whole neighbourhood to know who you belong to.  Who fucks this pussy until it’s creaming.”

You unravel completely and come with an arch of your back, throwing you head backwards against Din’s shoulder, shaking while chanting his name over and over like a prayer.  When you finally regain some control over your limbs, you extricate your arms and reach back to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours.  Din’s hands move to grope your tits over your lace bra and as he pants and moans, you let loose your praise, “Oh my god.  Fuck, Din.  You fucked me so good.  Wrecked my pussy and now I don’t think I can walk.  Your cock is hitting me so deep the way only you can.  No one can reach so deep in me, not even me.  None of my fingers or toys are ever enough.  No one will ever compare to you.  I need you.  I only want you.  Please, please, please let me be yours.  Fill me up, please.  Come inside me and mark me, Din.”

Din’s hips stutter as he comes with gritted teeth, his control having faltered at the image of marking you with his cum.  He captures your mouth in a messy kiss as he pumps his load deep into you, pinching your nipples as he fills you and reveling in the happy sighs you make at his movements.  When he’s empty, Din wraps his arms around your waist and gently lays the two of you down on the bed, still hard inside you.

He cannot see your face, but he dearly wishes to know if you’re as content and happy as he is; very gently, he kisses the back of your neck when he’s finally caught his breath, “Hope I wasn’t too rough on you, baby.”

You sigh happily, “It was perfect, Din.  Exactly what I needed.  I needed you to make me yours.”

“I think you have it wrong, pretty bird.  This was me being yours.  I’ll do anything you want, do anything to make you feel good, anything to make you happy.  My entirety is dedicated to you; I’m the one who’s yours.” 

You turn your head slightly to look at Din and all you see is a pair of soft brown eyes, looking at you with devotion.  The only indication that he’s just fucked you within an inch of your life is a hint of tiredness in the crinkle of his forehead and the slightly damp curls resting on top.  Pushing yourself back into him, wanting him to stay inside you for a little longer, you tilt your head back for a kiss that Din sweetly dispenses. 

“I’m entirely yours as well, Din,” you say earnestly, hoping that even though you’re not being nearly as poetic as he is in this tender moment, Din will understand what’s in your heart.

He does.  “Thank you for being mine, pretty bird.”

[silverior968]

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Listening to The Way of Kings for the first time and it's really good and I like it a lot

One of the downsides is that I can't flip through and go reread a part when I feel like I've connected foreshadowing, so I'm probably going to end up buying it eventually.

Please if you respond to this post, no spoilers.

Thoughts at about 2/3 of the way through (very possible I'm spelling names wrong since I'm listening to the audiobook and not reading):

- loving the parallel experiences between Dalinar and Caladen and Caladen and Shalahn (protect your people, ethics of murder vs self defense vs seeking someone out to kill in self defense, etc).

- Why would Cabsall try and kill Yasna? He knew stealing her Soulcaster would start a war, what did he think would happen when they put it together that she had been assassinated?

- Shalahn, Dalinar and Caladen are the Radiants like.... Reincarnated, right? Or their descendents? Who are the other seven? I doubt it's Seth (Zeth? The narrator's pronunciation changes every time), but maybe? And Syl is... What, their mascot?

- I like the reimagining and enforcement of dumb gender roles, but how has it never occurred to someone like Dalinar that life would be so much fucking easier if he could read and write? He wouldn't have needed a scribe for the spanread with Yasna and could have spoken freely. He wouldn't need someone to read the book to him.

- Sometimes the combat scenes make me feel like I'm listening to Mistborn again because that was the first Sanderson book I listened to and he has such a distinctive style writing combat.

- I saw someone make a joke once that Patrick Rothfuss should give all his notes and drafts for Doors of Stone to Sanderson and he'd have it done in a few weeks and it'd be indistinguishable from Rothfuss's writing. I took it as a joke then because I'd never read anything from Brandon but they're right.

- This isn't going to end with a relatively nice bow of a resolution the way the first Mistborn did, is it?

- I literally gasped out loud when it was announced that Roshone was drafting Tian. I should have expected it but I didn't.

- Is Caladen really cursed to watch everyone he tries to help die, or is it just that he's a perfectionist and takes any loss as proof of a curse, even in situations where people dying was inevitable? Like that little girl he tried to save after she fell off a cliff, even his dad said there was nothing else he could have done, but he took it as his fault. He took Sen dying as proof, but it was said that his squad was like half kids who were too young/small to fight, so clearly some of them had been there for awhile without dying.

- Also I really like BS's commitment to writing about things like how nobility and common people interact, power structures, and God did I mention how much I love his combat narration

- Teft used to be a soldier. How does he recognize what Caladen is and how was it his fault that there's nobody left to inform (Heralds? Was that it?) Did he kill a Herald?

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Basic line out on how characters interact with kid Yuu

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Just what the title says. How I think characters will interact with my kid Yuu in my Au. His name is Finn.

His family (Grim + Dads):

GRIM: He pretty much still thinks of Finn as a henchhuman, but still has a soft spot for them. He’s kinder and softer on Finn because he’s a kid than he is to normal Finn. Grim slightly views himself as an older brother-ish figure. He does NOT like how the staff don’t trust him with you and how vocal they are about “having” to give Finn to him.

CROWLEY: Crowley is uncomfortable around Finn at first. Kinda a “what am I gonna do with this thing?!” feeling. Eventually, he starts to genuinely care for Finn and thinks of him as his son. He’s kinda a weird parental figure and lets Finn get away with a lot but isn’t there for the reasonable bits of parenting. Finn think he’s a fun dad.

TRIEN: kinda strict to Finn. Not as strict as he is with his students, considering Finn is 5, but still strict. Trien is the one to start an educational plan for Finn, not knowing when or if they can go home. He’s not the only one to be on it now but is still the main one. Finn tends to go to him if he ever needs a quiet spot or rest, and Finn sometimes likes to listen to his lectures and draw/color scenes.

CREWEL: Crewel likes to get him clothes of different styles (from actual style-y clothes [a favorite to give and get Finn to wear] to actual kid clothes, like t-shirts and shorts. Crewel has taught Finn some very basics of alchemy and showed him some potions and stuff, allowing him to “help” add stuff from time to time. Crewel is kind of a middle ground between strict and soft. He’s not as strict as Trien, but he doesn’t Finn run rampant. If Finn comes to him during a lecture, he usually gives Finn crayons and paper and tells him to draw (trying to keep him away from the potions and dangerous stuff), and if all else fails his tablet with movies and headphones. (Finn does have a tablet from Crowley, it is one heavily monitored, and two rarely given because the teachers don’t want him to become dependent on tech).

VARGAS: Finn is a pretty high-energy kid, so he and Vargas get along quite well. Vargas LOVES allowing Finn to run around, and if Finn ever comes to him during his classes, he allows Finn to “participate” (copy what the “big kids” do with corrections from Vargas here and there) off to the side. He makes sure Finn always has time to run around every day, and if the other staff (dads) think Finn is too high energy for them right now, they tend to just shove him on Vargas. He tries to keep Crewel in check with the clothes, making sure Crewel gives him stuff he can actually move around in.

SAM: Sam adored Finn from the beginning, finding him adorable. Sam also has experience dealing with his imps (demon? things?), so he was the first to take on a parental role (followed closely by the teachers), which was almost instantly. He likes to spoil Finn with small things and candy from his shop. He is a bit on the softer side with Finn, having difficulty saying no, but will put his foot down.

Heartslabyul:

RIDDLE: Riddle kinda panics at the chaos and energy of a kid, much less a five-year-old. Riddle tries to enforce the rules, even some of the Queen of Hearts rules, but a five-year-old isn’t usually one to listen or remember. Finn is a good and kind kid, so they do try to listen, but if the rules get too boring or too much, Finn just gives up. Riddle has been close to using his unique magic on Finn multiple times, especially earlier on, but was able to calm down and spare Finn from his wrath. Though anyone else who egged Finn on or did whatever with him, wasn’t as lucky. He is protective of Finn, seeing him as a younger brother (like most of the student characters), but Finn can just be too much for him.

TREY: He’s used to the chaos of a kid, having multiple siblings, so is usually in charge of Finn whenever he visits Heartslabyul. Trey also tries his best to calm Riddle down from just panicking about Finn and his chaos. He also tries to teach Finn how to bake and cook. He does most of the dangerous things, and the cooking time usually doubles or more with Finn, but Trey finds it fun and likes seeing Finn’s excitement.

CATER: Absolutely loves taking photos with Finn and being around Finn (an extrovert and a hyper kid). Cater has gotten in trouble with the staff for posting a photo of Finn (their kid) on his Magicam without their permission, so he asks to post a photo every so often and is rarely given permission, so he usually bribes for it with other pictures (“These pictures are nowhere else, and it could go away, so you may never have the snapshot of this moment. All you have to do is allow me to post the other photo.”) Cater likes introducing Finn to new music and just kinda messing around to the music.

ACE: Loves to mess with Finn and the staff are not usually happy with him because of it. He’s kinder to kid Finn than to normal mc, but he’s still himself. The staff got EXTRA pissed when the fight with Grim happened at the beginning of the story because Finn was there and he was a kid. Ace tends to be the one to rile up Finn, and encourage his chaos. He also likes to show Finn some of his magic tricks, though, much to Finn’s annoyance, never teaches him anything.

DEUCE: Tries to be a good role model for Finn and usually fails. He also tries to control Ace, again, usually failing. Not much to say about Deuce, because his relationship doesn’t change too much from cannon mc, except he is kinder and more “role model-y” around a kid than a peer.

Savannaclaw:

LEONA: Doesn’t really like kids, so tries not to interact with Finn too much. Leona is kinder to kid Finn than you might expect since Finn doesn’t remind him of of his brother like Cheka does, but he still isn’t outright kind. When Finn visits Savannaclaw, Leona watches from a distance to make sure he’s ok, while he runs around, and that’s pretty much it. There are a few times when Finn gets tired after playing with the Savannaclaw students and has taken a nap with Leona. Leona doesn’t get angry at the naps with Finn and thinks he’s more tolerable when he’s asleep.

RUGGIE: Ruggie is used to dealing with kids due to his living situation. When Finn’s at Savannaclaw, Ruggie’s the most active in his time there, playing with him, following him around to protect him, etc. Ruggie also does take a babysitter fee when he is asked to babysit Finn, and Finn doesn’t just visit. Ruggie also takes pictures and tries to sell them to the teachers, and is pretty successful.

JACK: He is an older brother, so he knows how to deal with kids. Jack isn’t that different from cannon, except kinder, especially when they meet. Jack tries to help get out Finn’s energy whenever he’s dealing with him. Not much to say about Jack, he’s pretty similar to cannon.

Octavinelle:

AZUL: At first Azul was kinda of neutral on Finn, he cared for Finn and thought Finn could help him with his schemes, but at the same time he had no clue how to deal with kids. Eventually, he caught wind of the staff willing to pay money for a picture of Finn, and now Azul does whatever he can to keep Finn around him. During working hours for the lounge, Azul sits Finn at a table in the corner and tries to keep him busy coloring or something. When the lounge isn’t in business, Azul does a lot of things with Finn. He’ll sit him at a table to do crafts, learn something with him, or do anything that will make a good photo and make Finn happy. Azul does care for him as more than a money maker, but earning money while keeping Finn happy is a win-win for him.

JADE: Jade cares for Finn and keeps an eye on him while waiting tables or Azul is playing with him. Jade kind of treats him like a less mood-shift-y Floyd, kind of using fun things as a carrot on a stick, and has an easier time because Finn is pretty trusting and generally happy when doing something even remotely fun. Jade’s heart slightly melts with how Finn trusts him deeply despite his mysterious nature. Just generally the most responsible one in Octavinelle when it comes to watching Finn. Also when Azul plays with Finn, Jade is typically the one taking pictures.

FLOYD: When he’s in a good mood, he loves dealing with Finn. He messes around with Finn, plays outside with him, or just anything, and is the one in Octavinelle to keep the kid active. Floyd will sometimes just skip work to play with Finn. If Floyd is in a bad mood, he just wants to sulk alone, and the other two try to keep Floyd and Finn separate. Floyd won’t ever hurt Finn but might snap at him. Floyd’s bad mood has been cured by Finn inviting him to do whatever he is doing with Azul once or twice, but usually, Floyd and Finn don’t interact when Floyd’s upset.

Scarabia:

KALIM: Absolutely loves having Finn over. Kalim has many younger siblings, so he knows how to deal with kids, especially with the parties he throws constantly, Finn loves coming over and that makes Kalim, so, so happy. Kalim is just Kalim and not too different than his cannon self, except slightly more responsible about Finn, and I do mean slightly, it’s Kalim.

JAMIL: He cares for Finn, honestly he does, but he wants Finn to stay away. He already has to deal with Kalim, he can’t babysit another. If Finn is calm and he’s not dealing with Kalim at the moment, that’s when they bond the most. Jamil will let Finn “help” (he's a hyperactive kid, he’s not helping much), and while it is bonding, he only lets Finn help with small things and things that can quickly be remade or redone. Just… poor Jamil…

Pomefiore:

VIL: Not as strict on Finn as he is on his dormmates, but he’s still relatively strict. Makes sure that, at the very least, whenever Finn visits Pomefiore, he looks put together and not messy. Finn has an easier time following Pomefiore’s rules than the rules of Heartslabyul because they aren’t as crazy, but it still overwhelms the kid from time to time. Vil cares for him though can sometimes just feel done with Finn.

ROOK: Adores having Finn around and the “beauty” of a child’s spontaneity. Rook likes to walk around and explore with Finn. Rook also tries to teach about the natural world and likes to share how there’s beauty in everything, though Finn doesn’t understand. He tries to help Vil in enforcing the dorm rules but tries to explain why in a way a child may understand, though he sometimes ends up explaining based on beauty which doesn’t help.

EPEL: Epel kinda views Finn as a bit of a respite from the strict rules of Pomefiore. Due to growing up in a big and tight-knit community, he knows how to deal with kids, though can get a bit carried away in indulging chaos because he wants some himself. Epel is very much an affectionate older brother type to Finn. Also teaches a Finn about apples, farming them, and their benefits. (He’s an apple farmer through and through.)

Ignihyde:

IDIA: Poor Idia… He can not deal with a child. He panics. At first, he put as much distance as possible, but Ortho started to interact more and more with Finn, so Idia did too. Eventually, Finn showed interest in video games and board games, and Idia couldn’t help but show him. (Special interest: activated) He still panics if Finn is too hyperactive, but he’s more used to Finn as time goes on.

ORTHO: He’s not the youngest, finally! Ortho loves having a little brother figure. He loves hanging out with Finn and is super happy when he shows interest in tech or even just Ortho being a robot. Ortho’s not too different than cannon, super bubbly and kind, just more older brother-y.

Diasomnia:

MALLEUS: He’s still a dork, just like in cannon. He tries to be a role model and big brother but doesn’t know much of how. Loves that Finn takes an interest in dragons and fae, and loves that Finn isn’t scared of him. Finn has no concept of him being super strong or anything, he’s just a big brother with horns who’s a dragon, so Finn loves to be around him and trusts him wholeheartedly.

LILA: He’s a dad. He knows what to do with kids. He adores kids and taking care of them. Finn is no different. Whenever Finn’s around, he’s probably taking care of him in some way. Loves to teach about fae, their history, and their traditions. He also likes to use his magic to have fun with Finn. I don’t know what else to say other than he’s a dad.

SILVER: He’s pretty similar to cannon, just more big brother-y, especially since his dad is taking care of Finn. He also tries to watch over Lilia while he’s watching Finn to make sure he doesn’t do stuff like try and cook.

SEBEK: He’s Sebek. He doesn’t change much. He doesn’t even lighten up on a kid. Malleus, Lilia, and Silver have to intervene and tell him to shut up. He gets affection for Finn over time (he doesn’t really care much in the beginning), but he’s still Sebek.

Extras:

CHEKA: Cheka loves visiting Leona, so to see another kid delights him. Cheka and Finn tend to hand out whenever Cheka is visiting. Finn is slightly younger, so kinda looks up to the young lion. Leona watches over both of them when they play and is upset to deal with two kids now, but is happy they keep themselves busy.

CHENYA: Loves hanging with Finn. Chenya finds him fun. Chenya isn’t much of an older brother figure because he’s not there much, more like an older brother’s friend. Finn finds Chenya fun and loves his disappearing abilities. Pretty similar to cannon.

NEIGE: Vil does not want Finn to be around him, and the ones who lost the VDC (except Rook) are also upset over it, so except during the VDC, Finn and Niege don’t interact.

Though Neige likes Finn and Finn likes Niege.

RAMSHACKLE GHOSTS: Finn finds Ramshackle while exploring alone (he escaped Grim, who at the time was panicking to find Finn). The ghost came out to talk to Finn, and we’re kinder to kid Finn (like not threatening him as a “joke”). The kid likes to visit Ramshackle, though the staff try not to let him, due to it being an abandoned building. The ghosts are caring for Finn and like to have fun with him.