#not even beta read

[nikkirimizi]

Signs (Miguel O'Hara/Reader) [NSFW] ✨

Rating: Explicit

They noticed his behavior change almost overnight. It was a shift accompanied by smaller signs, things they could only theorize over. They had no proof over their suspicions, though that wasn't their biggest problem.

The jumble of feelings that rigged themself over their hard beating chest whenever they were in the same room together were far more worrying.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53709421

[hello-car-fandom]

do it scared I IH6

pairing: bf! isack hadjar x reader word count: 1.2k tags: hurt and comfort, fluff, tiny tiny angst due to mc's insecurities, isack being the best boyfriend that he is in my head, badly translated french and mandarin, etc a/n: dedicated to @tsunodaradio. it seemed fitting that my first isack fic would be for you. hadjoints makes me happy but you make me happier <3

Isack was as dramatic as any Parisian could be. He would tell you every time that not every French was as over the top as you always say they were. The actual word is ‘expressive’. Thank you very much.

That's why you are shocked to the core when you said you wanted to break up and Shakespeare forgot to possess him like he always does. Isack froze for a second and then wanted to know where this came from.

“Was it anything I did, ma chérie ? Did I neglect you?”

He was patient and looked like he would wait until the Côte d'Albâtre was eroded away by the Atlantic Ocean. You didn't think you could bear to disappoint him by saying that it was because he is too cute. He felt too good to be true. So you mumble that it's a tiktok trend and walk away. 

………

The second time you told him that you wanted to break up was when you guys had the perfect day, the perfect date, and the perfect weather. You are laying down on his arm. his pulsing heart a companion to the blazing heat radiating from him. You snuggle into him as the cold wind nips at your neck even though there was no space between the two of you. Isack was mumbling like he always does and the cadence of his voice was getting lower with each passing sentence. It was the worst time to blurt out,

“I don't think this is working.”

Isack didn't even open his eyes to reply. “Ma moitié, I already told you I would request someone to fix our heating tomorrow. Do you want me to bring another blanket for us? C'est impossible to endure?”

There was a suspicious lump in your throat when you whispered, “I meant that I want to break up.”

He shifted until he had his arm across you and rubbed your arms. A puff of “We can talk about this tomorrow.” and he was out like a light. This conversation didn’t continue tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after next. Or in the next six months.

………

It picked up when you celebrated your second anniversary with a nice trip out to Shenzhen, China. You always wanted to walk the vibrant streets of Dafan Oil Painting Village. Isack always wants to give you anything your heart longed for.

Between inhaling your body weight in dimsum, giggling as you dared each other to try yā xīn, and the famous seafood dishes, you fell in love again with food and with Isack. This can't go on, you thought. How do I keep falling in love with him again and again? 

Final day of the trip was gently passing away with you glued to a painter mixing the most horrendous shade of blue and ending it with a finished painting that would have made Monet sell all his valuables to have it in his collection. Fortunately for him and unfortunately for you, you were able to get it for 465 yuan. Hoisting your new favourite piece of art under your arm with one hand, you pattered off to where Isack was losing badly to a game of chess. The grandpa playing against him was looking at him with such adoration that anyone would think your boyfriend saved him from certain death and was not just getting his arse kicked by an 80 year old man.

“Okay, I thought it over. I want to break up for real.” You declared as you came to a stop.

Both Isack and the grandpa looked up in unison. In a blink you found your hand stuffed with a 10 yuan. The older man was pointing at the board and said, “Měinǚ jiějiě, qù hē zhenzou nǎichá bā. Wǒ hái xiǎng zài wán yī jú. Méi xiǎngdào quán shìjiè dōu méi rén bǐ wǒ wán dé chà.”

Mandarin was not a language that any of you picked up. But food is a universal language and you knew ‘zhenzou nǎichá’ was boba milk tea. You figured that he wanted to play another round with the money being a bribe for you to let your boyfriend play. 

You look at Isack and he shrugged his shoulders in a way that only he does. “We are not breaking up and can you get me one with sugar.” 

Giving up was the best choice since you already accepted the bribe and Isack’s bullheadedness. “Fine. But you are only getting the basic one. Someone's favourite brown sugar one is for ex-boyfriends.”

You sashayed away thinking that you had the last word but a distant “I think current boyfriends deserve a grass jelly boba” shout had you walking a tad bit faster.

You got him his grass jelly drink. Full ice too because that boy had you wrapped around his finger and the both of you knew it.

………

“Enough.” Isack grumbled. “I will try to be a bad boyfriend.”

“Hm?” You look up from your cards. It was game night and both of you were sitting on the floor with elbows being pressed into the kotatsu you insisted was a necessary addition to the household. Isack had his arms across the chest. His eyes were boring into you. “I know what you are gonna say now. Mon chou, I want to break up. Our relationship is not working. No more of this. Please.” His tone got smaller until it fizzled out in the end.

Your brain short-circuited. “How did you know?”

“You always do this. We are having fun. The cheese pizza hit the spot AND you were winning all the games. It is the perfect vibe so I knew that you would try to run away. I am not letting you go without an actual reason. Spill. Why do you hate me the most when I show you the most love?” Isack's chest was heaving by the time he was done. It broke your heart to see him in distress. “I could never hate you.”

His breath hitched. You could see him relaxing his stance as a tension left his body. “What did I do wrong? Please tell me.”

You finally had to admit to him you were scared that this was the best memory you guys would ever have. That something this perfect couldn't be true. “Mon cœur, I think you are too good to be true too. And I can't help but scratch the itch of wanting to tear out the lies.”

Isack runs his hand through his hair as he starts pacing. “So you always want to give up on me without letting me have a chance to show you that this is real. Our love is real and it's here to stay.” He continues in a tight voice, “Do you not trust me?”

“You know I do. With my whole life.”

“But not with our relationship.”

“I-”

“Sorry.” Isack cuts you off. “That was cruel of me. Can you just promise to trust me a bit more when you are happy? Trust me to make you happier?”

After this, whenever you wanted to pack up and leave because this boy was making you experience another heart-wrenching, high-inducing level of contentment you never thought you would reach, you would simply press a kiss to his hair. Isack knew what it meant. He would hold you a bit tighter and that was enough.

Love was scary. Trusting someone to love you was scarier. But you would live life to the full while being frightened. For him.

[bietrofastimoff23]

a/b/o, but John’s a beta and the Sentry is an alpha who’s trying to court him like an omega. John explains it away to himself and others, that Bob is just trying to be friendly (bc my boy is canonically terrible at reading the room, I’m crying, and also bc he thinks somewhat stereotypically, like only omegas get courted, that betas usually end up with betas, alphas with omegas etc.).

Maybe something like a 5+1, I don’t know. If anyone wants to adopt this idea, please tag me, bc I have to read this xD

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: improper use of plumping lipgloss, mentions of alcohol, oral sex, it's steddie endgame i promise | crossposted on twitter

it’s no secret, steve likes making out. likes isn’t a strong enough word. he loves making out. loves grabbing hold of someone and pulling them close, loves laying over them on a couch, on a bed, hips just barely moving as he takes them apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

that doesn’t change once he’s had a few drinks either, body tingling with tequila or vodka or something equally strong that has his inhibitions thrown to the wind. he’s always able to find someone willing to dance with him, hips pressed together and arms wrapped around shoulders.

it’s usually girls, pretty things with pretty hair that draw steve in like a punch drunk happy moth to an overzealous flame. they’ll turn their heads with a flirty shy smile and follow him out to the dance floor before pressing up tight against his front.

they’ll curl their fingers into his where they rest low on their hips and keep him close. they’ll drop their heads onto his shoulder and let their breath ghost over the side of his face until he gets the all too obvious hint.

steve likes making out on a dance floor. no, not likes.

loves.

that is until his lips are covered in sticky, sweet lip gloss and he’s pulling away because his tongue is on fire, tingling from something other than alcohol and the thrill of being in a pretty girl’s mouth.

“what is that?” he yells into her ear over the bumping bass.

“sorry,” the girl says sheepishly, “it’s my lipgloss. it plumps my lips.”

she goes back in to kiss steve once more and he isn’t exactly going to deny her. her lips are pretty just like her, plump and shiny and all too inviting, so he kisses her back. the gloss is spicy on the cracks of his lips, on the tip of his tongue when he he pulls her lip in between his teeth. it’s addictive in a way. he wonders if his own lips will plump up from the contact alone.

later, when they say their drawn out goodbyes outside of the club, he’ll ask to borrow the lip gloss since his night isn’t over yet. she’ll pull it out with a grin and apply it so sweetly to her own lips and then to his. her touch is gentle and precise before she puts the tube back in her purse and then connects their lips for a final time.

steve likes to make out. no, not likes.

loves.

so he goes to a bar around the corner, robin hot on his coat tails with some blonde she picked up attached to her side, and he’ll order a vodka soda that he can sip through a straw so he doesn’t destroy his pretty glossed lips. the bar is grungy, but steve almost prefers that, able to blend into smoky shadows and dark corners while he watches the crowd.

while he watches someone in the crowd watch him back.

he has wild curly hair and handcuffs on his belt and steve swears he’s staring at his lips and the way the light is bouncing off of the gloss, but he isn’t too sure. not until there’s wild curly hair and handcuffs on a belt standing right in front of him.

steve has a different confidence with guys. maybe it’s because he has to read them a little differently. maybe its because he gets read by them a little differently, too. but flirting is flirting all the same and steve finds himself biting at his lip and licking away some of the spicy lip gloss with a wince as it burns the inside of his mouth.

curly hair handcuff guy is cuter once they start talking for a while, all animated and vibrant, a bright shiny beacon in a dingy bar. he finds out his name is eddie with a lingering handshake that means something, fingers trailing and tingling like they had a spice to them, too.

they don’t dance, but they do end up out back, sharing a cigarette as drunk people stumble around them. it’s easy enough for eddie to light, flame from the lighter sparking in his big, brown eyes.

“so steve,” he says, flicker of some other kind of spark in his eye, “where to?”

and steve knows how to do this part. he grabs the cigarette out of eddie’s mouth and puffs on it himself, blowing the smoke over his head. “is it too forward to say i don’t think i can last much longer without getting my mouth on you?”

eddie grins and lets his eyes flit down. “no. is it too forward for me to say that i’d let you do anything to me, mouth or otherwise?”

he takes the cigarette back and steve can see his trace left behind on the filter, can see when the hint of gloss hits eddie’s lips if the wrinkle of his eyebrows is anything to go off of.

he doesn’t say anything, just winks over at steve. he doesn’t say anything, just drags him into a taxi. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps a hand high over steve’s thigh, just pushes steve up against his apartment wall, just fumbles over handcuffs and pushes down his jeans.

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

if he loves making out, then he really fucking craves giving head. he feels like a cartoon animal with hearts popping out of his head as he pulls eddie’s cock out of his briefs. he licks his lips like he’s starving and regrets it when the gloss singes his tongue.

steve looks up from his knees and swipes a finger over his lips, holding it up high for eddie to see. “taste it,” he whispers.

eddie’s eyes widen, but he obediently bends his neck, tongue lolling out so he can lap at steve’s finger. “your lip gloss is spicy,” eddie says flatly as he recoils.

steve nods. “and it’s going on your cock unless you say otherwise.”

which is how steve finds himself turning eddie into a writhing mess. his hands hold onto the backs of eddie’s shaking knees as he works over his cock. his hair stings as eddie tugs on the strands. his eyes water as he sucks him in deeper and deeper into his throat, spicy lipgloss tingly on his tongue and cheeks.

“you are a fucking wonder,” eddie whines, hips humping as he grinds himself further into steve’s mouth. “just fucking made for this, huh?”

steve pulls off and spits on his cock to jack his hand over it as he pulls the head to his lips. he rubs the sensitive tip over his lips just to watch eddie twitch.

“you have no idea.”

he blows a line of cool air over the gloss that’s left there and drinks in the way eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before swallowing him back down, reveling in the spice that hits the back of his throat as he does so.

when eddie comes, he pulls steve off so he can paint his pretty, puffy, plump lips with it, dragging his cock over them to make a mess. it’s not a surprise when steve licks it off, spicy and salty and a special kind of sweet that he thinks is all eddie. he leans up to place a kiss into the thatch of hair over eddie’s cock, smearing behind come and shiny lip gloss.

“you gonna wait for me to come in my pants or can i go fuck you?”

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

and he loves giving eddie head. and he loves fucking eddie. and he loves waking up with a spicy, sticky residue on the side of his cheek after falling asleep with his head on eddie’s chest.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll love eddie someday, too.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason drove around town, close to JLA Headquarters. Roy and Harley sat in the car with him while Kendrick Lamar's "Not Like Us" blasted until Jason made an abrupt stop.

Harley nearly dropped her lipstick while reapplying it.

Harley: I told ya to stop doin' that!

Jason (slowly getting angry): Sorry... You know what, fuck Superman on some real shit! I have to do this now or I won't sleep tonight.

Jason backed up the car and drove to the JLA headquarters.

Roy (looking up from his phone): What's happening?

Harley: Did Superman give ya a goody two shoes speech? I hate those.

Jason: Nope. I shouldn't tell you, but I have this forever grudge against him since he stopped B from killing Joker.

Roy (surprised): He did?

Harley: Oh, that's why he backed out.

Jason: Yep, and enough time passed that Batman eventually went, 'I won't kill anyone, at all. Which includes Joker, who killed my damn son!'

Harley and Roy: That sounds about Batman.

Jason: Yep, yep, yep. I have moved past that resentment because to be honest he'd go insane and kill crazy if he killed Joker. Which I hate to admit, that shitty clown wants that.

Harley: He totally does. I have a plan for whenever I want to kill him myself.

Jason: I do too. Now a bigger man would let all this go. Bury this anger. I am not a bigger man minus my height and weight. Superman, isn't my father in any way, shape, or form.

Roy: I don't like where this is going.

Jason: Yeah, you're not stopping me either. I will never forgive Superman for beating the sense out of my father. I don't care about the context, whether a war was about to happen if Batman did kill Joker or that he had to beat him up because B was determined to kill the Joker. No matter what, I’ll never stop messing with him!

Harley: Hm... Ya know old Harleen would tell you violence won't fix this. Current street therapist Harley says release that rage the best way ya know how since Superman is basically unkillable for us. Then we can get pizza afterwards.

Jason: I feel like chicken is a better meal for this.

Roy: I'm going to agree with that, but what war was going to start if Bruce killed the Joker?

Harley: Joker was an Iran Ambassador for a time after Jason died. Batman killing him in that context would cause a world war.

Roy (taken back by this revelation): ... He was a fucking what?

Harley: It was a crazy time, um were you in space durin' that time or goin' through addiction?

Roy (rubbing his forehead): I'm not sure, those years are a blur. Why didn't someone kill him after he stopped being an ambassador... He's not still an ambassador is he?

Jason (tightening his grip around the steering wheel): He's not.

Roy: What the fuck? Why is he alive?!

Harley: Batman doesn't kill at all and he's made it clear no other heroes will kill a Gotham rogue. He sent out a newsletter and everything.

Roy: Wow... Jason, do you need any tips to attack Superman and it actually hurt him?

Jason: Yes. If I don't I will start shooting wildly again and accidentally shoot Wonder Woman.

Roy: I know a few facts and insults you can use against him that will emotionally and mentally hurt him.

Harley: I can give you some psychiatric text book insults too.

Jason: Write them down and text them to me. I'm too angry to remember them.

To be continued (as soon as I Google good superman insults lol)

[grunklebongrip]

I have fans. They’re my fiancé and my best friend and they listen to dramatic readings of my smutty fan fiction

[shrimpchipsss]

read Living With a Tiger by x_los !

[buckleupbuck]

Happiness Takes You By Surprise

Buck let out a sigh as he closed the door behind him. It had been a long shift and he was so glad to be home. He toed off his boots as he dropped his duffle bag next to the stairs.

He heard soft little thuds and slaps on the floor, he looked up just in time to see his 8 month old daughter clumsily crawl towards him.

He let out a soft gasp in both surprise and pride.

“Look at you, my little crawler!” 

Buck crouched in front of his daughter, who in turn sat up on her butt and reached her arms up.

Accepting the request, Buck picked the little girl up and continued praising her as she babbled along with him.

As Buck looked up again, he was met with his smiling husband.

“Since when do we have a mobile child?” Buck asked Tommy as he brushed a hand through little Phoebe’s curls.

“Since this afternoon,” Tommy said, beaming, “and she’s been obsessed ever since,” Tommy chuckled.

Buck gasped playfully at his daughter, “Have you given your papa a workout today running after you, sweetheart?”

“She's not that fast yet, Evan,” Tommy responded.

Phoebe just squealed, getting interrupted by a big yawn.

“Hm, maybe just give yourself a workout, huh?” Buck said, kissing the tired girl a kiss on the forehead.

He adjusted his grip on her so she could lay her head on his shoulder and followed Tommy into the kitchen.

“How was work?”

“Good, long, but good. Only one small kitchen fire, the rest of the calls were medical so Hen and Chim got most of the work.” Buck swayed back and forth as he told Tommy about his day.

“What about you, baby?” Buck asked when Tommy hummed in response.

“Well, this one wasn't as happy as she just was when you got home. She was fussy all morning, crying and clingy. Not that I didn't like the cuddles but she just seemed off. She refused to take a nap by herself so we ended up in our bed but she still couldn't sleep for almost an hour,” Tommy sounded exhausted and a little sad.

They both hated leaving the other alone for so long, but they loved their work too much to give it up. Buck still wished he could have been there, for his daughter and for Tommy.

“But after her nap she’s been better, even more so after she figured out crawling,” the bright smile returned to Tommy’s face.

“Really wore herself out, huh?” Buck said as he looked down at his daughter, who was now asleep in his arms. 

“Yeah, and she’s in her dad’s arms. Her favorite place to sleep.” Tommy added.

Buck hummed, eyes still trained on Phoebe.

“And do I get to sleep in my favorite place?” Buck siad, looking up at his husband with a teasing and loving look on his face.

Tommy smiled back, pushing off of the counter and walked towards Buck. His arms sneaking around his little family.

“Hm, I guess we can all take a quick nap. Dinner won't be ready for another thirty minutes.” 

Buck sometimes had a hard time grasping the sheer amount of happiness he could feel in this phase of his life. But right here, right now. Laying with his head on his husband's chest with their daughter sandwiched between them, he couldn't only grasp it. He could hold it close and cherish it with his whole heart.

The end.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x GN Reader (mini) 💤

Weird dream

It was the early hours of the morning and shadow couldn’t help but notice the odd expression on your face as you nursed your cup of coffee.

“Is everything alright my love?”

“Yah I just had a really weird dream last night in the dream I was pregnant except it wasn’t with a baby it was an … “

The world faded away your words clinging to his brain. his heart skipped a beat at the thought of you pregnant. Without skipping a beat he offered.

“Would you like me to make your dream come true tonight, I have no objections”

“You want me to stop eating avocados?”

“What?”

“In my dream you didn’t want me to eat guacamole anymore because I was pregnant with an avocado, do you not like avocados anymore?”

Shadow paused unsure of how to approach the current situation.

“You stopped listening after I said I was pregnant didn’t you?”

“Yes I did” he admitted

You just laughed over your boyfriend’s excitement

“Maybe some other time dear, we have plenty of time for that later” you kissed him on the cheek before leaving the kitchen to get ready for the day

[karinadele]

Call It Paradise

Optimus x Reader

NSFW | Car Play

Warnings: Heavy on teasing, not valveplug, literally fucking a car component

Occasionally, neither of you two can sleep. On these nights, Optimus would often ask if you wanted to join him on a late night drive.

Tonight was one of those nights. Turning another year older is not something you exactly enjoy. After all, why would you celebrate the day when everything went wrong? As the night creeped on, decision day came closer.

As weak as it is, Optimus still could sense your EM waves. And this, was not a feeling that he has associated with you before. Being the usual Prime that he is, spending little recharge time, —just a little more than Ratchet, he tapped his commlink and called for you on your phone.

"I seem to have picked up a frequency that states for you to be in distress." It's 3am. You fumble on your phone and nearly tell him that, that was the most convoluted way of asking "Are you okay."

"I just can't sleep. One of those nights again." You reply with an exasperated sigh.

"You've been having a lot of these lately." He briskly replies back.

"Yeah, humans tend to have phases where we fluctuates with out moods." You're not lying, even if it wasn't for your birthday, it natural that humans have ups and downs in their moods.

Optimus sensed that there might have been something else going on, but refused to push you further. Rather, he offers, "Would you like to go on a drive with me?"

You pause for a moment, knowing it's probably because he want to know more. But the idea of going for some fresh air and being with Optimus sounds absolutely exhilarating. "Sure, I'll be out in a second." You decide.

Scrambling on a sweater on top of your nightgown as you pop out your head into the lobby of the base. Optimus waiting, ready in his alt-mode.

The moment he spots you, his engines rev ever so slightly. Opening his passenger door open for you as you grab onto the handle, fumbling on the steps. Before you could even get settled, he's already pulling out the seat belt, fastening it around you. A gesture he's always done for you.

"Any particular destination?" His voice echos around through the speakers, a low vibration that trembles around you.

"None really, we can just hop onto the highway or something."

"Anything for you." He replied with his usual comforting voice. Yet it felt like there was something else he wanted to say.

Ignoring the tinge of uncertainty, you tell him, "Thanks Optimus, I really appreciate it."

—

A quiet ride between the two of you, as you're comforted with the surrounding of him, completely secure in his hold. But it wasn't minutes in before your adhd couldn't take it anymore.

"Optimus, you know…" You start off. Shuffling in the seat slightly.

He could feel the slight sensation of your weight shifting, the insignia on his steering wheel slightly pulses as he grasp to control himself.

"My birthday— no, uhh, what do you guys call it… creation date? Is coming up."

If he wasn't on the highway, he would have totally hit the breaks. Creation day? How did he miss such an important event?

"It's just… I'm not a huge fan of it. I never really cared much for it. Everything from the date, to the reminder of my existence. Yet every year it comes around." You continue, with a hint of disdain, as well as sorrow.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. Optimus wondered if he should say anything, and you wondered if he was upset about this.

Despite your inner turmoil, you try to reassure him. Folding your legs up onto the seat, as you lean in and pat his glove box. Gently stroking the leather. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was just explaining why my mood has been so all over the place."

A touch that sends reverb through him. Battling between wanting to soothe you, reassure you that he is not, as well as wanting to understand just what that desolate tone of your voice meant. Oh, and the fact that your touch is clearly having effect on him.

"Sweetspa- I mean, (y/n), I am by no means upset. I mearly wish to comfort you." He finally manages to choke out.

"…Thank you Optimus, I could use a little comfort." You let out a soft sigh, relieved that you didn't bother him. "Can I… ask for a favor then…?" You manage to mumble out.

"Absolutely."

You don't even bother to reply, unbuckling the seat belt as you make a small hop, crawling pass the center console, plopping yourself into the driver's seat.

Optimus lets out a small jolt, not expecting you to undo your seat belt in the middle of a highway, let alone crawl over to the drivers. Deciding that if you're going to do anything ridiculous, he better pull off the highway. Taking the first exit out as he starts dropping his speed.

"Just… let me have this once Optimus. I need it. Think of it as a birthday gift." You tell him, desperately. Guiding your hand over his steering wheel, Gently stroking over the leather and his insignia, the autobot logo pulsing brighter does not go unnoticed.

"Let's… Just take it easy and enjoy." You assure him.

Optimus hitches a breath, pulling in air in his vents as he pulls off into a parking lot. "…Alright, just be careful."

This might have been the most ridiculous thing you've ever done, but to hell with it. It is your birthday anyways. Let loose and live a little. You told yourself. Running you hands up and down his steering wheel, softly stroking it as you lean in and give the insignia a kiss. "This man… no, this bot. Has done so much for you, for everyone. this badge… is a badge of honor." You mumble out, not realizing you let your internal thoughts out.

Despite being on park, Optimus accidentally revs his engine slightly. The ambient glow of the autobot logo glows even more vividly. "S-sweetspark…"

"Shhh." You hush him, nuzzling your cheek into the wheel. "For me… no, for us."

Letting out a rumble in acceptance, you take that as an OK to continue.

Turning over as you now decide to tease something else. And what do you see? his gear stick. Glancing back at his insignia as that's your only indication of how he feels, and experience where he only has his voice and physiological cues for you to decrypt.

Running you palm over this tip of his gearshift as you palm it gently. Shifting your self over onto your knees, barely sitting on the driver's seat at this point.

Letting out a deep growl, "S-sweetspark, you don't know what you are doing to me…"

"Oh no, I know." You reply right back. "Does it feel good Optimus?" You ask as you wrap your hand around his gear stick, rolling your fingers over it.

Accepting defeat, his exhaust pipes lets out a cloud of smoke. "Y-yes…"

Satisfied with his answer. you hum. Picking up the pace as you start to stroke his gear shift. Tucking your hair with your other hand, leaning in as you give it a kiss. Before proceeding to drag your tongue over the leather.

"F-frag…" His voice echos out. Tucked in his transformation. he could feel his spike pressurizing. Yet he has no choice to remain in his alt-mode. Lest he hurts you mid transformation.

Throwing away all your logic once you heard that voice. The gentle yet strong, a true leader of his kind. —No, of all sentient species.

The heat in the cabin gradually increases, no doubt because of Optimus heating up. And to counter this, you zip off your sweater and toss it over on the passenger seat. Leaving you in what you wore going to sleep. A dark blue and red lace nightgown.

He wants to take you right here. To transform and pin you down. Regardless that he's in public, or outside in a parking lot. Tensing up as he whines out. "Please… sweetspark…"

"I'm working on it honey." Caught up in the lust and tension between the two of you, not realizing that you slipped out a pet name. "I know, I want you too. but we're outside."

Inventing as he reminds himself to stay undercover, to be in his alt-mode, as brutal as the ordeal is. He can feel his t-cog just begging to grind and let it out.

While there is no access to his spike or valve in this mode, there sure is something that oddly resembles one. "Just trust me on this one okay?" You purr out, swinging a leg over from the drivers seat to the passenger's. Straddling his gear shift as you roll you hips over it. Grinding up and down on it.

With a hitched breath, you hear Optimus chime out. "Sweetspark, you can't be thinkin—"

"—But I am." You quickly cut him off. "And I will. Do you see how wet I am for you Optimus. my spark?" Huffing back as you roll your folds all over the leather, drenching it in fluid.

Before he could object, you slide yourself on. You want this for yourself, a selfish greed. Careful as you lower yourself, taking a moment to adjust to him, before bending your legs a little bit more, letting out a satisfied moan.

He too, could help but groan out. "F-frag sweetspark…" Feeling you clench around him. Be it not his spike, yet the feeling of you giving yourself nevertheless. Letting of vibrations as he tries to hold himself to not shake too much.

Those vibrations were unexpected, letting out a cry of gasp as you feel him sending jolts up your back. "F-fuck! Optimus!" You manage to gasp out.

How he wish he could hold you, grasp onto your hips and plunge you down. Your voice calling out for him sends primordial needs straight into his processors. "Please sweetspark, more…" He desperately coos out.

"Y-yeah…" You reply as you take a breath and steady your legs, adjusting to the vibrations as you return to lifting your hips up and down. Moaning and panting as you pick up the speed.

Biting your lips as you huff out for him. Rolling yourself as you use him to find your spots, making sure you hit all that you can.

He may not be able to overload, but you sure can. With a loud gasp, you find yourself clenching around him, giving out as you gush out. Causing a mess of your juices coating his interior.

"Frag." With darkened lust, he huffs out. Not expecting you to cause such a scene.

You ride out the high, still having aftershocks of jolts that involuntarily tightens around him. Carefully as you pull your legs up, sliding yourself off.

Before you can even apologize for the mess, the seat belt pulls out, instantly wrapping you into the passenger seat.

"Sit still, we're heading back right now." He commands. A tone of desperation and authority booms from the speakers.

"Optimus I-" you try to start to apologize.

Not wanting to hear any excuses from you, he quickly buckles your seat belt and immediately pulls out of the parking lot, speeding right back onto the highway.

"Optimus! Listen I-" You try again.

"Do not apologize sweetspark." He reminds you. "We're heading back to base. Now." As he absolutely is not following the speed limits. Giving out a pause before continuing. "It is your creation day after all. You deserve more."

Perhaps you teased him a little too much, perhaps it was just a hidden intimacy that both of you had, yet neither explored it until now. Regardless, the night was long from over, and this time, Optimus will have his fill.

"…Alright, I'm all yours then, Optimus, my love."

[churrobird]

"okay, okay, okay! uhm! close your eyes, please?"

under his mask, clown allowed himself a fond smile, watching as ros anxiously bounced on her toes in front of him.

he had been sitting in his room in the castle, polishing one of his enchanting daggers, when the architect had knocked on his door. she had poked her head in, beaming with nervous delight at the sight of him, and had told him that she had a gift for him.

"a gift?"

"yes! a gift! i've made everyone hats for the ball- obviously, i already gave you yours, but... i decided to make something else for you!"

that brought them to now. obediently, he shut his eyes, his keen ears picking up rustling as, presumably, ros pulled something from her inventory.

"you're not peeking, right?" he heard ros question, a hesitant skepticism in her voice.

"and ruin such a grand surprise from the royal architect herself? of course not, my dear ros!" clown replied, shifting his voice into his grandiose "archmage" accent

pride bubbled in his chest as he heard ros barely suppress a giggle. that silly voice had always made her laugh, so naturally, he did it as much as possible around her.

"no, i believe you! just hold out your hands!"

no sooner than had he followed the command, something was placed into his open grasp. ros' hands guided his own to firmly hold the object. he ran his fingers over it, attempting to figure out what it was before he opened his eyes. it was round, convex, and cold. even with his gloves preventing him from feeling the finer grooves, he could tell that there were streaks of a different material in the middle, with a smoother, glossier texture than the rest.

"okaaaayy... open your eyes!" ros said, and so he did.

in his hands was a mask. white porcelain, with a wide grin and cross-like eyes just like the one already on his face. the difference was the thick cracks of gold that ran down the length of the entire mask, as if binding together the different shards of porcelain. he reverently ran his thumb over the cheek of the mask, admiring the whorls of red and gold paint that decorated the rest of it.

it took him a moment to reply, so enraptured by the design, before he quickly realized that ros had slowly been going tense, clearly worried that his silence was one of displeasure. he snapped back to reality, quick to assure her, "oh, i love it, ros! it's wonderful."

her entire body sagged with relief, "oh, thank you, thank you! i got the idea for the gold cracks after reading a book about pottery! it's called "kintsugi"- when you repair broken pottery with gold? it took me... a couple of tries to get it right."

"how many is 'a couple'?" he asked, playfully.

her pause spoke volumes, and she meekly mumbled, "sixteen...."

he snickered, and had to hold back a snort at her adorable pout.

he then returned his attention to the mask, and was suddenly struck by an intense thought, an urge:

try it on.

unseen, his gaze flickered back up to ros, who had continued rambling softly about how frustrating the failed fifteen attempts were. normally, he would have listened to every word from ros' mouth with rapture, but his brain was fixated on the thought.

he didn't want to wait for ros to leave. no, his mind called, despite all reason, try it on now.

but that would require ros to see my face, he thought back, and...

he wasn't bothered by that, actually. he hadn't shown anyone his face on the realm, a hesitance always keeping him from doing so, but he had long since decided that ros and sneeg would be the first. it was just a matter of... when he finally felt comfortable.

and finally, his subconscious decided that that moment was right now, apparently. a bit overdue, honestly.

without allowing himself to second guess himself, he pulled back his jester hood, letting his curly black hair spill free. he distantly heard ros make a confused, questioning noise, and as he fumbled with the clasp of the straps on the back of his head, he heard a loud, startled squeak as she realized what was happening.

he finally managed to one-handedly undo the clasp, and after pulling it off, he was met with the sight of ros having jumped back a few inches, her hands desperately smacked over her eyes.

he couldnt help but smile teasingly at her antics, "ros?"

"you- wuh- huh!?" she stuttered out, bewildered. "you- you were taking off your mask!"

"yes, i was?"

"but!? your face!? i cant see your face!!"

"why not, ros?"

"because- because you're really private about that!?"

affection flooded through him, and his teasing smile became more soft. it was truly touching how ros was so respectful of his private nature, even when he couldn't be more obvious about where his boundaries laid now.

placing both masks on the desk in front of him, he stood, reaching forward and cupping one of ros' hands with his own. she startled, clearly having not heard him get closer in her reeling.

"ros," he muttered coyly, "why would i take my mask off right in front of you if i didn't want you to see my face?"

the architect opened her mouth to retort, then quickly shut it again, her face flushing in embarrassment, "i.. well! i was just... caught off-guard, you know!? you gave me no warning that something so important would happen, clown!"

something so important, his heart echoed. he didn't know how she managed to burrow her words so thoroughly into him without even intending to.

he patted the back of her hand, urging her to move it, "well then, roscumber, i'm telling you now. i want you to look at my face."

there was a pause as she nodded at his words. she took in a shaky breath, as if hyping herself up, before she finally tore her hands away from her face, taking clown's hand with them.

he could tell the moment she registered what she was looking at when she froze, her darting eyes her only remaining movement. he could tell when she took in his red irises, his crooked-from-battle nose, the facial scars he acquired from porcelain-cracking crystals and axe strikes.

he didn't break eye contact with her, even as his heart pounded in his chest.

finally, the silence broke,

"oh..." ros whispered softly, as if she didn't realize he could hear her. "you're really pretty, clown."

against his will, he could feel his cheeks grow warm, such a sincere compliment taking him off guard. he saw the moment ros realize she had said that aloud, her face violently flushing an adorable pink.

"what!?" she yelped as he began to laugh, "i'm right!"

she smacked her hands over her mouth, clearly not having meant to say that either, and he laughed harder as she let a muffled, frustrated yell into her hands.

"well, i'm glad you think that, ros. you're pretty too, you know." he winked at her.

he savored the smile that tugged at her lips, despite her embarrassment, "aww... thank you, clown."

"always, ros. now! there was a reason why i decided to show you my face now." he announced, only getting a glimpse of her perking up as he turned back towards the desk.

he picked up the kintsugi mask delicately, before placing it into its creator's hands.

"i want you to help me try it on, ros."

[sillygoofyqueer]

Today I had the wild thought of "you know, I could just queue my mad scientist AU posts" but one, that would require far more work in one day than I can be arsed for and two, that would mean you guys don't get my personal notes every day. Like, for instance, I've been reading Faraway Wanderers! Exquisite series. The moment Wei Wuxian and Wen Qionglin are discovered missing, there's a meeting immediately called for the Big Shots to attend. Yu Ziyuan, despite all attempts to keep her out of such meetings, of course is there and has opinions - namely, that Wei Wuxian and Wen Qionglin have gone back to spill all of their secrets to the enemy. She, personally, believes that this has been going on for ages, and that Wen Qing is just covering up for her didis so that they can get away with such things. Of course, it's the first time Lan Xichen has had to physically grab his didi to stop him from climbing over the war table to start a brawl. Wen Qing is about to tell her exactly what she thinks about that take on things, but a calm voice comes out of the left corner - JIN ZIXUAN sliding in with the "Wei Wuxian has messenger crows that could do such things for him." As much as Yu Ziyuan wants to beat the shit out of this boy, this is her sworn sister's son and so all she can do is glare at him from the corner.

Nie Mingjue quickly takes control of the meeting from there, fielding different suggestions on how to proceed - should they send someone after the boys? Should they wait for them to return? Should they...I mean there isn't much else they could do about this, so it is just those two options. Lan Wangji, who is obviously worried about the two, is desperate to go after them so he can make sure they're alright, but there's no way that's happening - they've already lost possibly their wild card and best archer in one swift move, they're not losing another one of their best fighters. Wen Qing volunteers to go, but she's literally like the head medic, they need her, so that's a no-go as well. Plus, they have no idea what the Wen would do if they they found their troops crawling around anywhere near Dafan if nothing has happened to the inhabitants there - it's too much of a risk.

They're just coming to this decision, albeit reluctantly, when there's a loud commotion outside. They all rush outside, because of course they do, and they find Wen Qionglin and Wei Wuxian stumbling their way back into camp. They don't look injured, but there's blood smeared on their robes and Wen Qionglin looks like a mess, tear streaks clear on his face and hands clutched around himself as they approach camp. Wei Wuxian looks only a little better, tears instead replaced by an empty expression on his face and a haunted look in his eyes, with a bundle of blankets clutched firmly against his chest. Wen Qionglin's eyes are fixed on the ground, and Wei Wuxian isn't responding to calls of any of his names, just staring ahead silently. Wen Qing sprints over to ask what's wrong, what's happened, is their family okay- all questions are answered with a single shake of the head from Wen Ning, before he bursts into tears once again, uncaring who's watching him as he buries his face into Wen Qing's shoulder.

Wei Wuxian has stopped beside them, watching the scene listlessly as his grasp tightens on the bundle of blankets, a soft sound escaping the bundle with the movement. His unblinking eyes snap down to it, adjusting his grasp so he can gently brush at what is obviously a child's head, lips moving with indecipherable murmurs and body swaying back and forth the slightest bit. He is holding a baby. When everyone realises this, one of the other onlookers makes the mistake of reaching out to try and take the baby away from him - saying something about relieving him of a burden. He fully jolts away, a wild snarl escaping him and a sudden oppressive sensation appearing in the area as resentful energy curls around his body completely of its own accord. "Don't you fucking touch him!" Is the animalistic response the unfortunate onlooker receives.

Everyone has gone still, sensing the volatile, dangerous state Wei Wuxian is in a little bit too late. It's like something has cracked within him; he won't even let Wen Qing close in his distress, baring his teeth at anyone who tries to approach him. The baby in his arms has a single little hand gripped into the fabric of his bloodstained robes, thankfully remaining rather undisturbed despite the tense situation they're involved in. Lan Wangji desperately wants to help, wants to hold Wei Ying close and comfort him in the midst of what can only be a tragedy that has befallen the Dafan Wen, but he doesn't know if Wei Ying would react any differently to him compared to his literal family. He can only stand there, wishing he could reach out and soothe the distress marring the other boy's features but unable to move his mouth to do more than murmur Wei Ying's name.

Another, more hesitant voice rings out from the crowd, a "gege?" coming from Xue Yang as he takes a casual forwards - he has seen Wei-gege in a state similar to this before, when the resentful energy overwhelmed him in an experiment gone wrong back in the Wen stronghold. He knows that he can be useful, that he is the only one knows how to handle his gege, to push him away from the edge of his sanity. Everyone's holding their breath as this child walks closer as though he isn't quite possibly courting death with this move, forgoing touching the child to instead rest an arm on the teenager's shoulder. "Gege, Xue-di needs reminding how to circulate his qi!" In Wei Ying's mind, all he's seeing is another child that he needs to protect from the danger all around them, another child who he could fail with one stupid move. He carefully adjusts his hold on the baby to free up one of his hands, tugging a willing Xue Yang in close to his side as well, avoiding eye contact with everyone. If his didi needed help with such a thing, he was going to put all of his focus into it.

It's like the oppressive air is lifted from around them as he mumbles about circulating his qi, almost naturally doing it in demonstration, leaving the more volatile resentful energy to either clear from his system or retreat in its broiling state to avoid the qi rolling through his body. Everyone can only breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that a literal bomb has just been defused right in front of their eyes. Wen Qing, who has been doing a very good job of not breaking down in tears at the implications of this whole situation, takes a deep breath and starts whispering softly to Wei Ying to draw his attention to her, all while Wen Ning is still clinging to her and sobbing softly into her arms. "A-Ying, we need to check on A-Yuan to make sure he's alright." She murmurs, watching as Wei Ying's grasp tightens a little on the baby, who has been snuggling into his arms with no care for the dangerous position he's been in.

The teenager nods a little, but still seems reluctant to move from this position - he can see everyone right now, he knows where all of the potential threats are and can deal with them in the blink of an eye if necessary. Thinking on her feet, Wen Qing is like "Lan Wangji can watch your back while we move to the medbay" because of course he looks up at the mention of Lan Zhan, even in this state, those haunted grey eyes latching onto the other teenager. Of course he can trust Lan Zhan to watch his back, he can trust Lan Zhan with all of his darkest secrets, he knows that Lan Zhan will look after him if he turns his back on him. It's for this reason that he nods a little, watching the boy immediately move to be at his back when the little group begins shuffling to the medbay. Everyone else who has watched this situation unfold is both thanking their lucky stars and is like "what the fuck just happened" - Yu Ziyuan had the Lan Silencing charm cast on her so she couldn't burst out with horrific shit, and she is so fucking pissed off at Lan Xichen for that movement.

[v-arbellanaris]

(chapter 10) none of us are going back. 🔒on ao3

Ratings: Not Rated Fandoms: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Origins - Awakening Relationships: Female Tabris/Loghain Mac Tir Characters: Kalyani Tabris, Loghain Mac Tir Additional Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: "We are all going forward. None of us are going back." — Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain The Hero of Ferelden and the Hero of River Dane on surviving past the end of your myth.

Preview of the latest chapter, save one person

[solargeist]

if you don’t mind abo and mpreg stuff i highly recommend what to expect :D

well i do actually mind a/b/o, and mpreg when its cis guys--but so far its funny so :thumbsup:

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason's days in the league of assassin's with toddler Damian (1 y.o.)

In the dead of night, baby Damian cried alone in his crib, haunted by a terrifying nightmare. No one had come to check on him and sadly, this was a common occurrence, as Ra’s didn't want Talia coddling the child too much. Jason, who had long since stopped fearing Ra’s refused to follow the old man's orders.

When he heard the baby's cries echoing down the hall Jason rushed to Damian’s bedroom. He entered quietly and instinctively scooped up the trembling child.

Jason (comforting the baby): Hey, you're okay. Don’t cry, you’re not in danger.

Baby Damian sniffled, wiping his tear-stained eyes.

Jason (rubbing Damian's cheek): Had a bad dream?

Damian, seeming to understand the question, nodded, babbling and crying. Though he was just a baby and Jason couldn’t decipher what nightmares his brother had, it was bad enough to see the child trembling in fear.

Jason: Yeah, I had a few bad dreams when I first got here. Night terrors, is a better word. They were awful, zombies, clowns, a guy in a batsuit, a demon woman, symbolic stuff. What does a baby have nightmares about?

He knew he was mostly talking to himself, but holding the scared little one softened his heart. Raising his foster father's secret love child wasn’t part of his plan for this new life, but right now, Damian was young and innocent, certainly not a brat, at least not yet.

Jason: Whatever it is, it’s got you trembling. I got you, don't mind staying here for a few minutes.

He gently wiped Damian’s tears while cradling him, pacing around the room. His rhythmic footsteps seemed to soothe the infant.

Jason: I don’t like that they just let you holler in a dark room until you tire yourself to sleep. Especially when I know those assholes are awake! Don’t say “asshole” Damian.

Damian babbled softly, staring at the ceiling. The tears hadn’t stopped, even with Jason’s comforting presence. Jason slowly paced around the room, keeping Damian in his arms.

Jason (speaking softly as he paced): I remember when I was little, my stepmom, before she was heavily addicted to drugs, used to come into my room and sing to me. She loved Elvis. I was more into Jimi Hendrix, but we got along despite this. Crazy, right?

Jason chuckled softly at the memory, though Damian didn’t quite understand why.

Jason: Sorry, went off-topic. She always sang the same song. She wasn’t the best singer, but it helped get me back to sleep... she had such a gentle singing voice. I remember the lyrics to this day. Maybe they’ll help you, or if not, you can just puke on me.

He glanced at the open bedroom door, then quietly walked backward and closed it, if he was going to sing to a baby in the castle of an assassin, he wanted some privacy.

Jason (in a tender singing voice): Wise men say, "Only fools rush in"… But I can't help… falling in love with you…

He picked up Damian’s baby blanket, gently wiping away tears as he sang.

Jason (continuing): Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you?

Damian looked up at his big brother, his expression blank at first, which made Jason pause for a moment.

Jason (softly, doubtful): I’m not the best singer. You probably—

Damian reached up suddenly, placing his tiny hand on Jason’s cheek. Though he couldn’t speak, through his soft, trusting eyes, Jason understood, he wanted him to stay and sing.

Jason settled into a rocking chair in the room, gently rocking Damian until sleep claimed him.

Jason (singing again): Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes… some things are meant to be... Take my hand, take my whole life, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.

Damian’s eyelids fluttered closed, his breathing slowing as the panic from earlier faded away, replaced by the comfort of sleep.

Jason: You know, I kill people. But I’m surprisingly good with kids. Is that ironic? Or am I just… an anti-hero? To be fair, I only kill the bad guys. Not you, though.

He booped Damian’s nose, making him giggle softly.

Jason (continuing to rock him): Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone this happened, and you don’t let slip that… I’m starting to like you.

He sighed quietly, accepting that he might not be able to train Damian into a little assassin of his own parents. Damian still had a chance at a decent life. Though he’d turned cold to the world, Jason knew he wanted to be there for his little brother, until Damian grew into the mischievous kid then it'd be acceptable to pick on his little brother.

Bruce's baby (Jason's days in the League of Assassians and part time baby sitter)

Jason's days in the league with baby Damian (pt. 2)

Jason's days in the league with baby Damian (pt. 3)

Part 4

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The kid seems scared.

Tip had always been a little nervous. Or at least that was the reality when the two had met.

It was fairly obvious for everyone that met them that the child had not been treated well by their formar guardian and in a way that Elphaba sadly recognized still seemed to afraid of facing the same pain and rejection again.

Still lately the kid seemed more relaxed and open, treating her with the same easiness and earnest they did Jack. More determined to learn than eager to please. Following her around with questions and vibrating with excitement as she turned wooden sticks into dolls and toy swords alike. It made her think of Nessa in a very bittersweet way.

She failed her sister and she would not allow herself to fail another young person she became responsable for.

That's to say Tip's strange turn to the same scared kid she met soon after leaving her behind and being declared and enemy of Oz scared her.

"Miss Elphaba, I have something very serius to tell you."

Maybe they want to leave. They are not in fact different in the same way Elphaba is. Tip is a normal if deeply magical child who just ended up in the care of a horrible woman. Being her aprenticce is actually the only thing turning them into a dangerous and hated figure.

"I understand."

The kid takes a deep breath. Elphaba tries to think on the best words to explain that of course they can leave if they want to and that they can take as many provisions as they need. Tip will never again be a prisioner.

"I don't think I am a boy? Wait no. I know I'm not a boy. Like the idea of it is still a bit scary because it seems like it will be a big deal but I'm fairly sure I'm a girl actually. I just never though about it before but Jack called me she accidentaly and it just makes sense. I am still the same Tip and please let me keep being your aprentice." She says in a single breath.

"What?"

The girl looked scared. "I'm a girl." She says. Than in a smaller voice. "I can try to be a boy if you want?" It does not appear to be something she wants and the fact she still sugests it breaks Elphaba's heart a little.

"Oh! Oh. No, no, that's fine. Do you want to be called something else?"

Her eyes go huge and she stops deep in thought before answring.

"Uh. I guess so, but I'm still thinking on it. I don't mind Tip for now."

"Okay, tell me when it changes?"

"Will do."

"Anything else?"

Tip looks a bit shy for half a second before a excited smile covers her face. "Could you let me borrow a dress?"

Elphaba laughts.

"You are too tiny for my dresses, kid. But I can help you magic one for yourself. "

Her eyes shine. "Cool!"

[...]

"Morrible says you'll marry some prince soon." Dorothy says making a face.

"I don't see why you are soo distraught, my dear, I'm pretty sure she'll find me a great prince." Glinda says with false cheer.

"I doubt it. Princes are all very dull."

"Met many princes did you?" She jokes lightly, trying to find a way to change the subject. She loves the kid dearly and for all it's bleak consequences will always be glad the tornado ended up bringing the girl into her life but she would preffer not to discuss those subjects. Specially not in her own bedroom in a rare moment of relaxation.

"Well no." The girl pouts. "But most boys are dull and I can't imagine liking to marry even the ones that aren't. I guess I just thought you were the same? I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. And I sure hope marriage is unimaginable for you, you are way to young for it."

The girl smiles a tiny bit before frowning.

"I can imagine myself marrying a girl one day."

"Oh!" Is all Glinda says.

"I told Aunt Em once she told me to never say it again, she told me I was too young. But I'm ten now and I feel the same. " Dorothy rarely talks about home, sometimes Glinda tricks herself into beliving it is because her the kid just loves Oz better, that she forgot all about it, but she knows deep down that Dorothy will always miss Kansas, always miss her uncle and aunt and Toto, she just accepted home as a place she'll never return to. In the good days Glinda knows Dorothy would also miss Oz, would miss her munchkin friends and mostly would miss being Glinda's apprentice. In the better days she thinks about bringing Dorothy's family here. After all Kansas always seems sad and hungry. "Girls don't marry each other in Kansas." She continues. "But I though maybe they did here. "

"I think they do everywhere, Dorothy, is just some people pretend they don't because the different scares them."

"Like the Wizard and the animals?"

Glinda had only recently convinced Dorothy to only speak her very dangerous beliefs on the Wizard in private and even there she sometimes corrected the kid. But right now it felt too much like liying to Elphaba she couldn't do it, not when she knew Dorothy to be right.

"Yeah. Just like that."

And after a second she adds.

"Between us, I would also like to marry a woman".

Dorothy smiles, just a little bit.

[...]

She knows she should not be here.

But it's fun, she likes the dancing and the food and the small chance of going back home with something that can actually help Elphie. Maybe a magical item or even just some usefull information.

Besides the girl she is talking to is very pretty and fun and smart and she is not open about it but she's definitivaly not the biggest fan of the Wizard either. Oh and a great dancer.

"I'm sorry" the girl says "but I think I did not catch your name?"

Now it's the moment to say something clever like 'i never gave it to you' or maybe just invent some fake name. She can't say her name. It's too easy of a conection to make. But she doesn't need to lie. After all it was never really her name. And she has a name now. Has had it for days and just keept it a secret in some weird form of fear. But it felt like time. She would tell it to Elphie and Jack when she went back.

"Ozma. I'm Ozma. What's yours?"

[...]

Dorothy had never had so much fun at a party before. Her new friend was the most beutifull girl she ever met and the funniest and cleverest and it had never felt so easy to talk to someone before. In fact the only thing Ozma didn't appear to be was a good dancer but Glinda had teached Dorothy well and she found herself leading the other girl steps into the best dance she ever had.

She noticed Ozma did not gave any surname but it was not her place to pry. She just hoped to mert the girl again.

"Dorothy." She says and takes the hand. For a second she considers continuing in the way she was instructed to (Dorothy Upland at your pleasure and a kiss to the hand) but while she loves Glinda that's not really her. And she somehow trusts Ozma enough to be honest. "Dorothy Gale." She shakes the hand just like Uncle Henry used to.