#using a sample she brought from home

[bluesey-182]

the vet today really tried to talk me into paying $600 for the same service they provided for my mom and her dog a few months ago for under $100

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Warm Hugs

So it turned into a fic where the reader just cuddles with Silco, how nice and fluffy. Enjoy it while I cook up more angst :)

You shove your hands into your pockets, trying to ignore the way your body shivers every now and then as you watch the goods being unloaded. It's particularly cold today, and you had come rather unprepared for the weather. Then again no one expected it to suddenly start raining in the middle of the day.

Your fingers feel like ice and the freezing wind howls in your ears, turning your face numb. You wish you had brought your coat along, but it had been left in Silco's office. Scowling at the Piltovians who were taking their own sweet time checking the crates, you play with the lighter in your pocket, wanting nothing more than to bundle up under some shelter and warm yourself a little by the lighter's fire.

With a sigh, you look up at the falling raindrops, wondering what Silco is doing right now. You miss his warmth, the smell of cigar ash and scotch, wanting nothing more than to be next to him right now. You hope that he's at least inside and not stuck in the rain like you are. Your thoughts wander to Jinx, hoping that she too is inside, tinkering with her latest gadgets and ready to surprise you with her latest invention.

Oh how you can't wait to get home. The workers have finally finished unloading when you're on the verge of doing it all yourself. One of the Piltovians silently hands you the log, paper drenched by the rain and you scowl hard at him, causing him to flinch. His hands shake as they leave the log and he mutters something you can't quite catch before scrambling back to Piltover, leaving you, your men and the crates of firearms in the pouring rain.

"We'll move them all to the nearest warehouse first. This rain isn't doing us any favours and we don't have much time left after those preening Piltovians took their sweet time with the late delivery. I'll send a couple to Silco as samples." You rifle through the crates, selecting a few random firearms before patting one of the crates. "Any of these go missing and you'll find yourself missing a couple of body parts here and there too."

The crew scarper off with the crates in tow, leaving you alone in the freezing cold once more. You watch on, ensuring that the crates reached their intended destination before disappearing into the shadows, making your way back to Silco's office.

"Dry yourself up. You're getting water everywhere." Silco doesn't look up from the stack of papers on his desk as you step inside, shivering. You raise an eyebrow, and then spot a towel as well as a change of clothes nicely laid out on the couch. Smiling, you grab the towel and walk over to him.

"Thank you." You press a quick peck to his forehead and he grunts, swatting you away.

"Don't you dare water all over the papers."

You only chuckle, draping the towel over your head and place the newly acquired firearms on the table. "For your perusal."

With that, you head to your shared bedroom to properly dry off and change just as Jinx walks into the office, excited by the new acquisitions.

When you come out, towel hanging around your neck, Jinx has made off with all the firearms but one and Silco looks vaguely annoyed.

"She left one specifically for you." His gaze flicks over you and he gestures for you to come closer. You comply, sitting on his lap and nuzzle into his shoulder happily. He grunts, wrapping his arms around you, paperwork left forgotten and runs his fingers through your now drying hair.

"You didn't dry your hair properly." He frowns, yanking the towel from around your neck.

"Hrm?" You remain snuggled against his chest, liking your current position. He huffs, fussing as he towels your hair, muttering about how you're going to catch a cold. You grin, basking in the attention he lavishes onto you and grab his hands, holding them still long enough to slip a kiss in. He blinks, surprised, but quickly regains his composure and pulls you in for another kiss, this time savouring the moment.

You smile, gently cupping his cheeks, your thumb brushing over his skin and feel him lean into your touch. He feels so warm, so soft, you never want to let him go. You feel the roughness of his scar, feel his hand move to rest on yours, feel him move your hand off his scar and you lean in, pressing a kiss to the rough bumpy skin.

"Don't pull away," you murmur softly. He pauses, looking at you with uncertainty, but lets his hand fall away. You whisper a thank you before tracing over his scar, committing the shape to memory, feeling him flinch slightly when your finger goes near his dead eye but he doesn't pull away. He lets out a deep breath, pulling you into a hug and closes his eye.

You can't help but smile softly, pressing your forehead against his as you soak in his warm embrace. You feel safe, protected, in the arms of The Eye of Zaun, and you want nothing more than to be held by him forever. Silco threads his fingers through your hair, sea foam coloured eye gazing at you fondly as your lips meet again. You drink him in, eagerly devouring the taste that is Silco, the one you love, the one you would burn the whole world for, knowing he would do the same for you.

Silco mouths something when you break away for air and you smile back, committing the sight in front of you to memory. Your finger traces along his jawline and he hums softly, hands resting on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Don't move," he murmurs into your ear and nuzzles your hair, resting his chin on your shoulder. You close your eyes, resting your head against his and feel his breath in your ear. You bask in his embrace, knowing that these moments are hard to come by, especially since he has a reputation to uphold as The Eye of Zaun and happily hug him tightly. You love the way he always makes a noise of surprise when you hug him, the way he pretends not to like it when you cuddle with him, soaking in all the warmth you can, the way he lets you poke his cheeks and get away it, giggling all the while.

You move a hand and slip it into one of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He squeezes back, raising your intertwined hands to your chest, placing it over your heart. You blink, feeling your heart thundering faster as his other hand reaches up to caress your cheek. You feel the callouses on his hand roughly brushing against your skin, the long slender fingers gliding over the scar that splits your right cheek in two.

"It wasn't your fault," you whisper, taking his hand.

"It was meant for me." His eyebrows furrow and he removes his hand from yours. "You shouldn't have —"

"Nope, no more." You place a finger on his lips, shushing him. "I don't regret it and would do it all over again if given the choice."

He huffs, bringing your palm to his lips. Pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, he smiles softly at you, "if only everyone else could be as loyal as you."

"Well, then I'd have a lot of competition to fight off, wouldn't I?" You laugh. gazing at him fondly. "I love you, my Silco."

"I love you too." He hums, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Always."

"Always."

[noellawrites]

Wolves - dark!Bridgerton Brothers x sister!reader

summary: your three older brothers make sure you are prepared to please your husband on your wedding night. but really, they’re more interested in you pleasing them. reader is 18+

warnings: incest, noncon, corruption, ruined innocence, coercion, virginity loss & sexual abuse

It had been three years since your departure, but it truly felt like much less. And although you loved your family, you were reluctant to return.

You had spent the last three years traveling around Europe with your Aunt Billie and her husband, and you did not wish for the adventures to be over so soon.

However, your mother’s most recent letter was quite clear: you would return home for this year’s social season. It was to be your society debut.

As your coach rattles down the cobblestone road to Bridgerton House, your stomach rattles along with it.

Lifting the carriage window’s small curtain, you peek out onto the street and immediately laid your eyes upon seven of your eight siblings, along with your mother. Oh, you were excited to see your mother most of all!

It surprised you, but she was actually the one who defended your choice to travel against your brother, Anthony. He believed that at your age, you were much too young to embark into the real world.

He had a point, but your mother knew how independent and spirited you were, and Billie’s husband had just recently picked up a job traveling for his company. Anthony eventually gave in, and you had left.

This would be your first time home in three years. However, while you were in Greece, you were fortunate enough to meet up with Colin, one of your older brothers.

“We are here,” the carriage rider calls, landing a smack on the roof above you. All of a sudden, you hear shrieking noises and the tugging of the carriage’s latch.

“Oh for god’s sake, let her exit the carriage first!” your mother laughs on the other side.

You reach forward and push the door open, immediately swarmed by your youngest two siblings.

You laugh, embracing Gregory and Hyacinth before moving on to give everyone else a hug, too.

“It is so lovely to have my other half again,” your twin sister Eloise sighs, giving you a hug and then bumping your hip with hers.

As it was to be both yours and Eloise’s debut season, you had been exchanging nonstop correspondence. Eloise was reluctant to come out in society and find a husband, but you had to admit you were very excited.

In letters you received from your mother, she had mentioned wanting to introduce you to several eligible bachelors who have expressed interest in you, the worldly young Bridgerton returning from overseas travel.

Your stomach flutters at the possibility of several handsome men working to impress you.

“Let us all come inside and you can catch up with your siblings while we look at sample fabrics for your debut gown,” your mother says to you with a smile, then turns to wrangle all of your siblings inside.

“Do you have your gown already, Eloise?” you ask your twin as you walk inside together.

“Unfortunately yes,” she rolls her eyes. You reach out and interlock your pinkies together, your shared symbol of solidarity.

“Mother truly wastes no time,” you laugh, “I shall see yours, perhaps we may coordinate?”

Your family flows into the drawing room, where plates of hors d’oeuvres are being brought out by the staff.

“We have to wear those frilly monstrosities on our heads this year,” Eloise huffs.

What Eloise lacked in enthusiasm for marriage, you made up for. It was no secret that you were excited and hopeful about finding a love match.

“So we must wear a white gown as well?” you ask, prompting your mother to laugh.

“Oh, yes. All the better to allow your future husband to envision you on your wedding day,” she smiles, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“But only after he meets our approval,” Benedict points out with a smirk, tilting his chalice towards you.

“You three musn’t be too harsh on the poor men,” you laugh, “at least give them chance.”

“A chance? No, not with our sweet little sisters,” Anthony shakes his head.

Your mother laughs, swatting your oldest brother on the shoulder.

“Alright dear, let me show you Eloise’s dress. We must bring your measurements to the modiste to ensure your dress is ready in time,” your mother says, escorting you down the hall.

-

“I look stupid!” your twin sister grumbles, turning as you lace up the back of her dress.

“No you don’t, Eloise! But these… headpieces are a little much,” you grimace, reaching a hand up to adjust your crooked headpiece in the mirror.

“Everyone is going to laugh,” Eloise sighs, sucking in a breath as you lace the dress tighter.

“Hm… well, Gregory and Hyacinth, maybe. Oh! And definitely Colin and Benedict,” you reply.

“That’s most of them! Daphne isn’t even here to defend us.”

“Mother will. And Anthony, he knows how important this is,” Eloise gives you a sharp look in the mirror, “… well, at least to me,” you finish.

“Let’s get this over with,” Eloise says, turning to lace up your dress.

All of a sudden, you hear a knock at the door.

“Are you ladies almost finished?”

“Yes, Eloise is just lacing up my dress and we’ll be right down, Colin,” you say, before Eloise yanks your lacings and pulls the white dress tighter.

-

Your debut in front of the queen was quite eventful, and you could hardly believe you’d been named diamond of the season. It still hadn’t set in, along with the first Lady Whistledown edition that would appear tomorrow and undoubtedly feature you.

The debut was followed by the ball, where you had your dance card completely filled by twelve different bachelors (and once dance saved for each of your three older brothers, of course.)

By the end of the night, your feet ached and you were itching to climb into your nightgown and your comfy bed. Your chambermaid was pulling pins from your carefully styled hair when one knock came sounded against your door.

Your chambermaid opens the door, and the maid who knocked at the door quietly talks to her.

“Miss, you have been requested in your brother’s study,” your chambermaid explains, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Like this? But it’s almost my bedtime,” you frown, reaching a hand up to touch your half-pinned hair.

“Yes, miss. We can fix your hair if you would like?” your own maid offers.

“N-no, I’m sure it’s nothing,” you stammer.

As the other maid walks you to the door of Anthony’s study, you look down at your trembling hands.

What if the queen changed her mind? What if you weren’t the real diamond of the season? Or what if, god forbid, you had already received a marriage proposal? It was much too early, you still hadn’t even met all of this season’s eligible gentlemen.

“Your sister is—“

“Let her in.”

You enter the room, seeing Anthony leaned over his massive wooden desk, Colin looking nervous with a glass in his hand, and Benedict smirking, perched on the couch with a whole bottle of spirits in his hand.

“Wh-what is the matter?” You ask, looking around.

It was only your three older brothers, no one else in sight. They were all still clothed in their suits from the party, and you suddenly felt very underdressed.

“Take a seat, dearest sister,” Benedict says, still smirking, beckoning you over to where he sat on the settee.

You glance at Anthony, wearing a stressed expression on his face.

“We have… some concerns,” Colin blurts out, staring into his crystal glass.

“As you are now the diamond, such as was Daphne, you are at a high risk of becoming…” Anthony trails off.

“Compromised?” Benedict offers.

“Yes. Compromised. We want to inform you of how to keep yourself safe until we approve of a husband for you,” Anthony finishes.

“One of your own selection, of course,” Colin adds.

“Wh-what should I do?” you ask nervously, sitting down next to Benedict.

“It is easier if we show you, little bug,” Benedict offers, reaching an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

“Men are wolves, vicious creatures, do not forget that,” Anthony says, tilting his glass towards you.

You nod obediently, instinctively cuddling closer to your second oldest brother as you let out a yawn.

“Are you tired, bug?” he smiles, tucking a piece of your once-pinned hair behind your ear.

You nod, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You open them again when Anthony sits down beside you on the couch, sandwiching you between your two oldest brothers.

“Come here,” Anthony orders, pulling you by your hips onto his lap.

“Anthony!” you squeal.

“The first step is to ensure you are never alone with any man, unsupervised. They will lure you into vulnerable positions such as this,” Anthony explains.

“But… I always used to sit on your lap,” you frown, furrowing your brows.

“Yes, but it will be different with someone who is not your brother. Give me your hand. Do you feel this?” he asks, moving your hand between your legs and his, resting on a mound inside his pants.

“O-oh! Yes—“ you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“This happens to a man when he becomes aroused, and they will expect you to take care of it. Do you understand?” Anthony asks sternly.

“I’m sorry Anthony, but I don’t think I do,” you frown.

“How much has our mother told you about… intimacy and childbearing?” Colin asks, adjusting himself in his chair as he looks away uncomfortably.

“N-nothing, she told me she would explain it all before my wedding night,” you explain.

“Tsk, tsk. She said the same to Daphne, and the Duke lured her into a compromising position,” Benedict chides.

“I don’t want that to happen to me,” you freeze, eyes going wide.

You didn’t even think about how you were in a compromising position right now, older brothers situated around you in various stages of arousal.

“Then follow our lead, hm?” Benedict says, stroking your arm softly. You smile at him softly and nod, and Anthony’s grip on you tightens.

“Have you ever seen a male’s private area before?” Anthony asks, voice low in your ear.

“No, of course not!” you gasp. Although you had many brothers, you each had your own private chambers and maids to attend to you.

“Colin?” Anthony directs, and your brother closest in age to you, whom you grew up playing and having innocent fun with, stands in front of you with a hand on his waistband.

“A-Anthony, are you sure—“

“Colin,” Anthony says sternly.

You keep your eyes fixed forward, watching as Colin lets his undergarments drop to the floor.

“This is Colin’s private area. He’s quite thick, as you can see, and he brings much pleasure to the women he pursues,” Anthony explains, and Colin holds up his cock and steps forward so you can see it closer.

“And you each… have one?” you ask, voice quivering.

“Yes, of course. This is how babies are made, hm? This goes right into your own private area,” Anthony explains. Your body seizes up as his hand moves beneath the fabric of your underclothes and up your thigh, only stopping once his finger meets your small, slick entrance.

“O-ooh!” you gasp, clenching your cunt unwillingly, causing Anthony’s grip to tighten around your waist.

“One of those is… supposed to fit in me? Right there?” you sniffle, fear setting in.

“Yes, what a smart girl,” Benedict smiles, leaning over and cupping your face, “would you like to see mine?”

He had asked so nicely. You smile softly and nod, pink blush rising up your cheeks. Benedict pushes his bottoms down, and you watch as his cock bounces up and hits his stomach, leaving a small smear of white.

“The white cream is what goes inside of you to make the baby,” Anthony explains, now stroking your hair.

“The more aroused we are, the harder we get,” Colin says, clearing his throat. Benedict is much harder than Colin, but Colin starts to touch himself and you watch his cock harden.

Anthony beckons to Colin, who steps forward until your face is pretty much level with his cock.

“Go on, baby. Lick it like a lolly,” Anthony encourages. His finger prods at your entrance, trying to see how tight you really are.

“Would you like to touch mine as well?” Benedict asks, scooting closer on the settee.

“I don’t know if I should…” you squeak, until you feel Anthony pinch your pussy lip.

“Don’t be rude, little one. Show your brothers how thankful you are for the lesson.”

“I-I am thankful,” you nod, reaching a hand out for Benedict as you place your lips on Colin.

“F-fuck—“ Colin groans, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open in immense pleasure.

“Mmhm, good job, bug,” Benedict sighs.

Beneath you, Anthony is shimmying his pants down. Once they are discarded on the floor, you can feel the heat emanating from his private area.

“I’m going to show you how your husband will breech you on your wedding night, little one,” Anthony explains, stroking your arm softly.

“Anthony, n-no! I thought— isn’t that for my future husband?” you squeak.

He laughs, “I am your brother, I do not count.”

“Anthony, you said we could flip a coin for her virginity,” Benedict hisses.

“I am the eldest brother, Ben. You are welcome to Eloise,” he says with a laugh.

“Come on, Anthony,” Benedict groans, leaning back.

“If it doesn’t count, then I can take you next?” you offer politely, ever the one for manners as you had grown up being taught them through your entire life.

You catch a twinkle in Ben’s eye, “maybe another time, angel.”

“This is going to hurt, little one. Just for a moment,” Anthony warns. He sweeps your hair to one side and begins kissing your neck and shoulder, causing you to moan on Colin’s cock.

“Chrissake—“ Colin groans, bucking his hips and sinking deeper into your mouth.

While you touch Benedict and suck on Colin, Anthony lines up his cock to your slick, small entrance and pushes his tip inside you.

“Oooooh-oh-ohhh!” you gasp, pain rippling through you as you lean forward, feeling like you’re being ripped in half.

“Shhh, little one, it will feel good in a moment,” Benedict laughs.

You try to focus on sucking the few inches of Colin’s cock that you could take in your mouth. Meanwhile, Benedict watches Anthony’s pleasure-filled face as he finally enters his little sister for the first time.

“A-Anthony, it hurts!” you gasp, dropping Colin’s cock from between your lips to cry out in pain.

“Tightest cunt I’ve ever been inside of,” Anthony hisses, rocking his hips against you.

“Let us have our turns inside of her, Anthony. Before you wear her out,” Colin pleads, cupping your face as you try to hold back tears.

“Oh alright,” Anthony sighs. He lifts you off of his lap, and you feel his cock plop out from your folds. You look down and watch as a string of blood connects you two.

“Now for Benedict,” Anthony smirks, laying you down across the settee and standing up, cock in hand.

“You are so delicious,” Benedict coos, leaning over you, “and I cannot wait to devour you.”

Benedict kisses you hard, your head swimming as you try to grasp onto his shoulders.

“B-Benny,” you whimper between kisses, feeling his cock rubbing between your folds. You look over and see your two other brothers standing over you, touching themselves.

“Wish I could have you every day,” he moans, snaking a hand up your nightgown. You tense up as you feel him pinch one of your nipples.

“Ben, I don’t want to do this anymore,” you say, looking up at your two other brothers with tears in your eyes.

At first, it had felt like a true lesson. But now, you felt violated, used, and confused by your own older brothers who were supposed to protect you.

Anthony laughs from above you, “already? Poor Colin hasn’t even had his turn yet.”

“Please stop,” you beg.

“I’ll give you what you truly want, little bug. All women want is to feel a real man inside of them, especially ones of their own blood,” Benedict says, and you feel his tip nudging its way inside your opening. Another brother violating you.

“I can’t wait very long,” Colin mumbles, and you notice his cock is red, hard and throbbing.

“Alright, brother,” Benedict snaps, “at least let me feel her first.”

Your eyes go wide as Benedict clamps a hand over your mouth, preparing you as he pushes his entire cock inside of you.

“Oh fuck, Anthony, you were right,” Ben groans.

“Always am,” he smirks, looking down at you with his hungry wolf eyes.

You didn’t know anything at all about sex, at least until tonight, but you knew this wasn’t what you wanted as Ben stretched your hole to fit his cock inside.

And, like a good older brother, Anthony could practically read your mind.

“This is the true duty of a woman, of a wife. Your job is to produce children and raise them, but above all, it is to keep your husband pleased. It does not matter what you want,” Anthony explains.

“You will receive pleasure from their happiness,” Colin adds.

“And ours,” Benedict huffs, his cock still pumping inside you.

Your head falls back onto the settee as you let yourself surrender to the feeling.

[natalievoncatte]

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Kara looked at the chunk of oily black crystal sitting in front of her and said, “No, not really, but has that ever stopped me?”

Lena frowned. Kara’s levity was strained, brittle. There was a tension between them, like the invisible pressure formed by pressing the wrong end of one magnet to another. It made Lena more than nervous, she was scared. They had both seen so much since the cyborg returned to their world, carrying a dying copy of Lena, the same woman who was now waiting in a ship full of Lena dopplegangers, watching over the unmoving form of the love of her life, weighing the decisions she had to make.

“Something is bothering you, Kara. What is it?

Kara sighed.

Lena arched her brow. “It’s not as if you’re good at keeping secrets from me, now is it?”

Kara smiled wistfully. The big secret had almost destroyed them, nearly torn them apart. It had driven Lena down a dark path but Kara had never abandoned her.

“If it was you, if the only way to save me was what they wanted to do with that empty shell, would you do it?”

The major part of Lena, the part of her that wanted to believe in her own goodness as ardently as Kara believed in it, would immediately say no. It was grotesque and wrong, no different from, say, stealing an organ. It might even be murder.

Lena couldn’t say no.

“You know what’s been on my mind since… since that night?”

Kara meant the night that Lena had a few two-finger glasses of whiskey and flat out told Kara how she felt, the night when Kara, ever the knight in shining armor, refused to take advantage of Lena’s inebriation while making her reciprocal feelings very clear. The night that Lena felt those last pangs of dead and doubt flow away and she could finally sleep, a sleep so deep and so sound it was like the first real sleep of her life, sheltered in Kara’s loving embrace.

“Tell me,” said Lena.

“That I might be immortal and you’re not. That one day you’ll be gone and I won’t, and what that will mean for me.”

Lena swallowed hard, trying not to choke up.

“I have to find a way then, I guess, because I won’t let you live on without me. I can’t leave you.”

Kara blinked a few times and Lena saw she was crying.

“I don’t want my love to be the thing that destroys you,” Kara whispered, taking Lena in her arms. “I love you so much. I love you with every cell in my body, it’s etched into every fibre of my being like the sunlight of my new home. You’re more to me the a red sunset. You’re my everything.”

Lena choked back her own tears, burying herself in Kara’s powerful embrace.

They took a moment for themselves, alone in the chamber, and stretched it out while Lena helped Kara change. She unclasped her cape and folded in her arms, surprised by the weight of the dense alien fabric, and set it aside.

She then found the hidden zippers and catches and helped Kara strip until she was bare, her sudden vulnerability making Lena’s chest clench. For all her muscles and surprising number of scars, she looked soft, almost delicate. Lena found herself touching those scars, feeling the hurts that had been so terrible that not even Kara’s invulnerability had saved her from them. The worst was the long but healed gash that ran from above her hip to just under her breasts, a gift from Reign.

Lena then helped her slip into a simple, loose white dress.

Old Lena- she had rejected taking a number and called herself that- joined them a few minutes later.

“Are we ready?” She said.

“We’re ready,” said Lena. Kara nodded in assent.

The lab was set up with three beds, each with their head aligned to the pedestal that held the sample of Harun-El that Lena had synthesized just for this. Kara would lie on one, the cyborg on another, and hopefully, the third would be occupied by a new body in a few minutes.

“I’ll start bringing her in.”

The life support for the cyborg’s body came first, and then they brought her in, using the same stasis pod that had carried Old Lena here from the Fortress of Solitude. Once they disabled the stasis field they’d have minutes.

More Lenas piled into the room, most notably 938, who stood aside to merely watch, and 1610, who could hopefully guarantee that transference was possible.

Only Lena and Old Lena worked on wiring Kara up and preparing the bed for the cyborg.

Neither of them had spoken of it, but somehow they had mutually agreed that they didn’t fully trust 938 or the others that came with her.

It was time. Lena rushed to help Old Lena move the broken body of the cyborg, with Diana stepping in for the literal heavy lifting. Lena could feel her brow burning with sweat as they worked.

Finally, they were wired up and that extra bed was waiting.

“It’s time,” said Lena.

Old Lena nodded and threw the switch.

Power and alien radiation cascaded through the dark crystal and Kara arched on the bed, the cyborg matching her movements with mechanical whirring sounds and the grinding of damaged joints.

“Kara?” Lena said. “Are you alright?”

Kara answered her by screaming. Her entire body arched, heels and shoulders lifting her up, and she screamed a wordless cry of agony as the her skin paled and black veins thickened down her limbs, swelled under the skin of her face.

“Oh God,” said Old Lena. “We can’t do this! Shut it off!”

“NO!” Kara shrieked, “I can take it! I can take it!”

“Look,” 938 said, “Look!”

Something was happening on the third bed. A circulatory system was weaving itself through the air, black veins sliding through invisible flesh. Astonished, Lena watched a brain grow itself from thin air as a brilliant purple energy formed an aura around it. A skeletal structure soon followed.

1610 made strange gestures and her hands took on a strange glow as she concentrated on something Lena couldn’t see.

Kara was grinding her teeth. “I can feel her, I can hear her thoughts, it’s like when I touched Red Daughter.

A full on nude Kara lay on the third bed now. Her chest slowly began to rise and fall and her eyes twitched beneath their lids, as if she were breathing. Her mouth formed silent words.

The cyborg went totally limp, whatever left of the will and energy that kept her alive fading as her head tilted to one side and her form went slack, her remaining eye gone glassy and lifeless.

Finally, Old Lena broke the circuit and the machine powered down. The room was utterly silent except for Kara’s soft, pained whimpers and the steady breathing of an immaculate copy of her lying on the bed. Old Lena rushed to cover her, sweeping a blanket over her to her chin.

Kara slowly rolled off the bed, leaning on Lena. Alex and Diana rushed in, crowding in to support her.

“I’m alright, I’m alright,” she panted. “I’m okay, it just stung like hell.”

Lena felt a wave of relief followed by a sudden terror. What if it hadn’t worked? What if there was simply an empty shell lying there on the bed and the cyborg, after everything she’d experienced, after all that suffering as she combed the multiverse for her love, as just… gone? Over? Nothing left but a few chunks held together by old wires and broken bumps?

“I want everyone else out,” Lena said. “Kara stays. Everyone else goes.”

“You heard her,” Alex piped up.

It was Diana that herded them all out. 938 was the last to go, tears hot on her cheeks.

The clone was not moving, just breathing.

“Please,” Old Lena murmured between sobs. “Please don’t leave. Not when we’re so close. I can’t do this aga-“

She went silent, then looked up.

“She squeezed my hand.”

Slowly, the clone’s eyes fluttered open.

“Where am I? Lena?”

“I’m here, baby.”

Kara grabbed Lena’s hand and their eyes briefly met.

“I couldn’t see,” the clone whispered. “I was falling, falling, I could hear you but you were always slipping away but now… great Rao, I can feel. I can feel.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes. The pair looked at one another and Old Lena pulled her into an embrace, the clone lunging into her arms. Moments later they were kissing each other relentlessly.

“Let’s give them some space,” said Lena.

Neither seemed to hear them, or even recall that they were there. As they hurried out of the room, Old Lena was pressing the clone back onto the bed.

Lena stepped out into the warm air of a Themysciran hotel evening and took a deep breath, the sweetness filling her lungs.

“I feel like someone dropped a prison asteroid on me,” Kara said, wryly.

“You smell like burnt rubber, too,” said Alex. “You need a bath.”

938 stormed up to them. “Did it work? Did it work? Did it bring her back?”

“Yes,” said Lena. “It worked.”

938 looked frantic, almost manic. “Do you think you could do it again?”

Lena felt a pang of unease.

“It’s too much strain on Kara. I won’t let her risk it.”

938 swallowed hard. “Give me the formula. Or just a sample. Anything. Please.”

Lena looked at Kara.

938 grabbed her shoulders. “We could save so many Karas with this. We could help them. So many that wouldn’t need to die.”

“The Harun-El is dangerous,” said Lena. “It has almost magical powers. Honestly, after I saw you and your group being so nonchalant about mindwiping a Kara variant, I’m not sure I can trust you with it.”

938’s face fell.

“You don’t understand,” she pleaded. “I can’t watch any more of them die. Every time it happens it’s like I’m watching my Kara fall all over again. I need to help them. Please.”

The doors opened behind Lena and she turned. The clone, once the cyborg, strode out of the temple in bare feet and a plain white gown, her Lena walking proudly beside her.

Old Lena looked down from the apex of the marble steps.

“I’m older than most of you,” she said, her voice carrying over them all. “I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. I escaped the Phantom Zone myself and tumbled through more worlds than I can count, looking for my Zhao, trying to find her before she suffered the consequences of my actions. The woman I loved was a rotting corpse kept alive by science created to kill her, because I couldn’t let her go.”

938 scowled, her voice strained. “It’s not fair for you to lecture us. You got yours back. You got yours back. I’ll never see mine again, except I do, every time I close my fucking eyes I see her falling and falling and it’s my fault! I killed her! I KILLED HER!”

938 sagged to her knees, burying her face in her hands.

“If I’d just jumped after her instead of using her webs… if I hadn’t been so focused on beating my brother… I lost everything.”

Diana, who had been silent the entire time, walked over and towered above 938.

“Lena,” she said. “Look at me.”

She looked up.

“It’s not your fault.”

“But I didn’t catch her.”

“Did you throw her off the bridge?”

“No, but it was my fault she was there, any way you slice it. He killed her to hurt me.”

Diana knelt.

“You are not responsible for her death.”

“You don’t understand,” 938 said. “With great power must also come great responsibility.”

Resting a meaty hand on her shoulder, Diana said, “Perhaps, but you are not a god. You are not responsible for everything.”

Old Lena and her Kara strode down the temple steps and joined Lena and Kara.

“Fine,” 938 finally said. “I can’t make you give it to me and I’m not going to fight any of you. We’ll go, but take this.”

She offered Lena a small device, a copy of the one she wore on her wrist. Lena tentatively took it.

“You can use that to call us if you need us.”

Without another word, she turned and fell in with the others, boarding their ship. When she reached the top of the ramp, she stopped and took a long look at both Karas before disappearing inside.

The ship lifted silently into the air and then winked out of existence with a blast of air rushing in to fill the vacuum.

“We should start looking for a way home, as well,” said Old Lena.

Lena turned to her.

“Don’t.”

Old Lena looked her in the eye.

“Don’t do that to yourselves,” said Lena. She turned to the clone. “Especially you. Whatever debt you think you owe, Kara, whatever guilt you have from being the last survivor of your home world, you’ve paid it. You’ve suffered so much, and your kindness has meant so much to me. Stay here.”

“This world already has a Supergirl.”

“Exactly,” said Kara. “That’s why you should stay. I can handle the cape stuff. You can just rest.”

“You can remain here,” said Diana, rising to join them. “Remain here on this island, beyond the reach of man’s world.”

Old Lena and the clone looked at each other.

“I want to stay,” said Old Lena.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” said the clone. “I just… if you really need me, you’ll call, right? You’ll ask me for help.”

Lena looked at her Kara, then at old Lena.

“No. I don’t think we will.”

“Even the mightiest warrior dreams of laying down sword and spear,” said Diana. “Rest.”

“Yes, Kara rest. We’ll be taking your new body for a test drive soon enough.”

The clone blushed beet red. “Ah. Yes. I see. May I speak with Lena? Alone?”

“Come on, Kara,” said Alex. “Give them some space.”

The others left. Lena was alone with the clone, the cyborg, whatever she was now, the breeze tugging gently at their clothes.

“Am I really her?” said the clone.

“What?” said Lena.

“I can’t help but wonder. I remember Lex running me through with the harpoon. I remember fading out, then waking up with the machinery in my body and a sobbing Lena greeting me full of grief and joy. Then it happened again. How many times can I be remade before I’m not me anymore? What if-“

“Kara,” Lena interrupted. “Do you feel the breeze on your skin? Is that real? Is your love for her real?”

“Yes.”

“Then so are you. We’re on Paradise Island and the love of your life is waiting for you. Go get her.”

The clone smiled. “I’m going to. You go get yours.”

“I will,” said Lena.

She did.

[transboyswitchytales]

I Miss You

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Agatha Mommy X Reader Baby X Rio Daddy

'5. reader isn't at the house when ags and rio comes back from the grocery store. they *panic* like fully, "WHERE IS OUR BABY!?", and then calls the coven and alice said that she last saw us with billy four hours ago (rio and ags were gone the whole day before they came home) and now billy won't answer his phone.' 🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

Hurt - Comfort / bit of smut at the end / Mommy Kink / Daddy Kink / Mentions of Weed / PSA Don't drive stoned / Presents / Polyamory/ MDNI 18+

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Rio was groaning. Agatha had the grocery cart FULL. They’d been to their third grocery store. The two of them had been running errands all day. And Rio missed their baby. Obviously, Aggie did too, because she kept pulling her phone out looking for a text, that never came. 

You usually were pulled on these trips with your wives. But not today, today you had plans with Lilia. Which didn’t make Rio and Agatha jealous, no, of course not. They understood, sorta, that you had a life outside of them, sort of…

But normally Rio would make you sit in the cart and she’d push you, standing on the cart herself, and you’d go flying down the aisle. Agatha would shout for you both to stop. 

Rio missed you, she wanted her little troublemaker back with Daddy. 

Usually by this time you’d both eaten all of the samples in the grocery store. You’d blasted fun music while in the car, waiting for Agatha to pick up her nice clothes from the cleaners. Honking at her to hurry up and then catcalling her out the window, telling her how sexy she was, obnoxiously. While Agatha cackled and joined in. 

Agatha would place you in her lap while they went through the car wash.

You’d even be adorably romantic and share an AirPod while walking around. You’d put your left earbud in Rio’s ear. And the two of you would listen to cringey disco or even a smutty romantic book. This drove Agatha crazy, and Rio knew it was jealousy. So the two of them would trade off listening to whatever you picked. 

You and Rio would dance in the aisles, and Agatha would pretend it didn’t make her smile but she would take forever reading the nutritional facts on the back of snacks before deciding if it was ‘baby snack worthy.’

But it was four pm on a Satruday full of boring ass errands. Mortal families walking around unaware of how gorgeous Rio’s life was. How much fun her family was. 

And something was very clear that neither Agatha nor Rio needed reminding. 

Life was entirely too boring without you. 

It lacked flavor and color. You brought depth and vibrancy to everything you touched. And the two were living in a black and white version of a day. It sucked. 

Rio and Agatha loved each other, they even loved quiet moments where you did your thing silently next to them and the two of them could talk. Their was peace in three’s. You were easy to be around, fun to joke with, and delicious to turn on. Rio just loved how you’d blush and your ears would turn dark red. 

You had a dirty sense of humor like hers. And Agatha adored every single move you made. Aggie was lighter with you than she’d ever been before. Rio fell deeper in love with you both every day. 

But the longer the three of you were together, the harder it was…to not be a thruple. Three had become such an important number. Three toothbrushes, three dirty tea cups, three sets of reading glasses.

And when it wasn’t three…well. 

If Agatha was helping Wanda, Rio saw how much their baby missed her. If Rio was even out planting new veggies in the garden. She noticed that Agatha and you would sneak over to the patio and lie in the sun. You’d both read and cuddle and watch Rio as she bent over just right. 

But everyday activities were a must in threes now. They were witches for fuck sake, three was a sacred number. 

“Rio,” Agatha says, and she whips her head around. 

“My love?” Rio said back. 

“Would you be terribly upset if we didn’t go to the next store?” Agatha asked, knowing the answer before she even brought it up. 

“You miss her, too, huh?” Rio asked, calling her wife out. 

“Like a phantom limb, it hurts Papi,” Agatha answered, and the two smiled warmly at each other. Agatha moved forward and kissed Rio softly in the middle of the Trader Joe's. 

The two knew you would be back in ten minutes, you’d told them. You and Lilia had a day planned, but you wouldn’t be later than 3:30, which meant 4:10. 

“Let’s get the fuck outta here,” Rio whispered and kissed her once more.

Agatha texted the group chat with their ETA and a purple heart.  

________________

Agatha and Rio got home in record time, and Rio balanced groceries against her tank top-covered chest while Agatha had four plastic bags in between her fingers on each hand. Rio’s keys were forced into the lock, and the door opened. 

“Bunny, we’re home!” Agatha called out, and the two wives moved into the kitchen and listened for the pitter-patter of your feet coming downstairs to help with carrying stuff in. To give kisses and regale with fun stories of the day. 

Rio and Agatha set the stuff down and listened. 

Nothing. 

Eerily quiet in fact. 

Rio pulled out her phone and called you,but your phone went straight to voicemail. Ok, not normal. 

“I’ll call Lilia.” Agatha shrugged like her body hadn’t already gone into red flags and utter distress. 

Rio pretended to, she nodded and mirrored the same shrug. Before walking outside and taking a deep breath. She’d know if you were in trouble, right? Rio opened her iPhone and checked for texts, but once again, nothing. She’d sent you a GIF of a raccoon eating an ice cream cone two hours ago, and it was seen. Rio sighed and grabbed more groceries. 

Agatha and Rio didn’t have much to distract them once they’d finished talking to Lilia and brought the dry cleaning and food in. Rio put everything away, and Agatha called Alice now. Lilia had told them you’d been gone around 3:10. 

Now that wasn’t normal. Lilia said you’d left in good spirits, saying you’d missed Mommy and Daddy. 

Lilia said you were fine, driving home after a fun day. 

There was no reason for them to be this panicked. But Rio’s palms were sweaty and she was grinding her teeth. She’d pulled up ‘Find a Friend.’ Like a mad woman and your picture was grey, it wasn’t tracking your iphone anymore. That was insane. You three never turned it off. So why wasn’t it tracking you?

Agatha was pacing the length of the house and she kept brushing her fingers through her hair and pulling the ends. Rio had no words to comfort her wife, she didn’t understand where you were. And until you were home, neither would settle. 

“Alice, is my wife with you?” Agatha asked and Rio listened as close as she could for the answer. Agatha turned to look at her and shook her head. 

“Wait….Billy? What time?” Agatha said and Rio jumped up and grabbed the car keys out of the bowl. Agatha walking after her as the two locked the house and drove off towards Billy’s apartment. 

He’d just gotten a little place outside of the city. Wanda was freaked out by this fact. You’d convinced her into letting Billy experience being a young twenty year old in the nightlife. 

Agatha now hated the fact that you’d done that.

She’d called Billy over twenty times. Not even a ‘call you in a minute’ text. Not a gif of the wicked witch like he usually sent. Nothing, nada, zilch, this was getting ridiculous.  

Rio drove quickly down backways and cut across lanes like a crazy person. Until she pulled into a lane that said ‘no parking anytime.’ Rio didn’t give a fuck, she cut the engine pulling out her phone and seeing if your phone was back online. 

The two got out of the dark green Jeep Rubicon, slammed the door extra hard like it was the cars fault that you were missing. 

Rio locked the doors and the two of them ran up Billy’s apartment stairs. Taking two stairs at a time until they got to the fifth level where he was. Rio didn’’t have patience on a good day, especially not on a day where her baby was MIA. 

So her fists slammed over and over again against the apartment door. The whole building seemed to shudder under her strong, forceful weight. 

Agatha dialed for Billy again and pulled it to her ear. 

“BILLY GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!” Rio screamed not giving a damn about his neighbors. She continued to slam on the door over and over again. 

“BILLY FUCK WAD GET OUT HERE! IF YOU DON’T GET OUT HERE I’LL SHOW YOUR MOM YOUR VINTAGE PORN COLLECTION!” Rio screamed and the door flew open. 

Bily was holding a towel around his hips. His eyeliner was running down his face and his dark curls were dripping wet. He’d been in the shower obviously. 

“Rio, stop shouting that, I have to look my neighbors in the eye. What the fuck-” Rio pushed past his barechest and into the apartment. When she didn’t see you, she ran into the bedroom. 

Eddie quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his junk. But Rio wasn’t looking at him. 

Agatha pulled her phone out again and called you. 

“Agatha, what the hell! Why is your wife going feral?” Billy asked, and when he looked at Agatha, he realized she’d never looked more pale.

“When did you last see Bunny?” Agatha asked, and Billy understood immediately. 

“Oh shit, I thought she was going straight home? She came over and helped me build a shelf. We went swimming in the apartment pool. Then Eddie brought over weed. But she only smoked a li-”

“She smoked weed and then drove? Billy, why didn’t you call me? YOU LET HER DRIVE!?” Agatha snapped, and Billy grimaced. 

“She told me she wasn’t even high! I-” 

Rio came back holding your sweatshirt. Agatha spotted it and ground her teeth together. 

“Was it a bong, a joint, an edible? Fucking talk Teenager!” Rio snapped even though he wasn’t a teen anymore. Billy looked scared, and Rio didn’t think it was unwarranted, if something had happened to you. She’d be coming back for him. 

“It was a joint, not a big one! We were on the computer for hours!” Eddie yelled from the other room. 

Agatha rubbed her temples like she was going to burn Billy’s apartment down if either boy said another word. 

“She’s a fucking lightweight.” Rio snarled at Billy, who flinched in fear. 

“Rio....WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR BABY!?” Agatha shouted, and Rio focused her powers. She sniffed the sweatshirt and closed her eyes. Her face changed, and the skeleton facade moved over her. Billy jumped back in fear, but Agatha opened the door and the two of them left the apartment. 

__________________

Rio used her powers as Death to track you down. She’d not tracked someone like a bloodhound in centuries. 

She’d never had to do this for her wives, because they were usually right in front of her. 

What was most shocking is that Rio found you quickly in the most obvious place. 

You were at home. 

Rio and Agatha drove through every red light, and Rio used her powers to avoid collisions. 

When they got home. The two of your wives blew the door open, and you yelped, falling to the floor of the living room. 

Agatha’s fingers were glowing purple, and her eyes were glazed over. Rio had her dagger out and skull mask on. They were ready to kill whoever had hurt you.

You, however, were freshly showered, in Rio’s sweat pants and Agatha’s tank top, and wrapping a present in the comfort of your home. 

“GUYS WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell, seeing them ready to fight, and the door is completely unfixable. 

“Bunny?” Agatha said, confused, and the two of them dropped their magic. Rio put her knife down and dropped to the floor, grabbing your arms. 

“Mommy, Daddy, what’s wrong?” 

“Mi amor where the fuck were you! You drove home after smoking weed! Not okay, baby girl! You could have gotten hurt! You know better than that! Why is your phone off?” Rio spat. She was so scared, she was vibrating. Agatha rounded you both and came behind you on the floor and pulled you into her lap as Rio let her hands go up and down your arms. Like she was convincing herself you were unharmed.

You quickly explained seeing them freaking out around you. 

“It’s errand day, I thought you guys would take longer. And my phone died, I’m sorry. Besides, I took one hit of Eddie's gross skunk weed and coughed. Kids these days don’t know good shit. I didn’t get high at all. I’m used to Daddy’s home-grown good cush.” You laugh, and Rio’s lip turns up just a tad at the compliment. Agatha is rocking you and kissing your hair. You feel her heart pounding so fast behind you. 

“Never drive after weed- you know that,” Agatha says against your back. 

Rio kisses your forehead, and she keeps her hands tight around your biceps. 

Your wives are wrecked. You feel awful seeing them in this state.

“I got you both a present. I wrapped them.” You say lamely, eyeing the lack ofa  door now in your home. 

Rio uses the back of her hand to wipe her nose, she won’t cry right now. She won’t cry, she reminds herself. You move over and kiss her lips, and it helps Rio collect herself. She kisses back, and Rio doesn’t notice it at first, but you wipe at her cheek. A tear had escaped, and Rio realized it was relief. 

Agatha reached out one hand and held Rio’s hand tightly. 

“What did you get us, hermosa chica?” Rio complimented you, and you smiled at her through tears. 

You held up the small black box with the white ribbon. Agatha kissed the side of your cheekbone and nodded towards Rio to open it. 

Rio didn’t move too far away from her wives. The three of you sharing the same breath, legs, and hands overlapping comfortingly. But Rio took the present and pulled the pretty ribbon, and opened the top off the little box. 

A small silver object with four holes, it was metal and sturdy. But it had a small black heart painted in nail polish on it. Under it was a small squareish thing with buttons it had an Apple logo on the back. But it wasn’t an iPhone? Rio looked confused, and you laughed. 

“I knew Mama wouldn’t know what it was, but I thought you would, Daddy.” You laugh, and Agatha pinches your side, and you laugh harder. 

“Sweetness, what is this?” Rio asks stealing one of Agatha’s nicknames for you. Even though you weren’t being super sweet in this moment, laughing at your old wives. 

“It’s a headphone splitter. It splits three ways, so we can all listen to music together. We’ll have to use wire headphones, but next weekend we can all listen together. And this is an iPod classic. I loaded it full of music and books so my phone will stop dying whenever we go out.” You smile, and the room is still. 

You panic now, Rio, and Agatha weren’t saying anything. 

“Oh, was it a bad gift? I know it’ll be harder with wire headphones but I just thought, and I spent hours and hours at Lilia’s using her old ass computer to put all the songs on and- well Billy and I pirated the dirty books but..oh god it’s dumb-”

Rio surges forward and crashes your lips together, and Agatha is peppering kisses behind your ear and jaw. The two of them are grabbing you with need and so much devotion that your head goes fuzzy. 

“It’s perfect for the three of us,” Rio whispers, enjoying your present more than words can say. No more two headphones. No more two sets of shoes by the door. No two water place settings for dinner. No, their life was in threes. Rio loved threes. 

No one would be left out ever again. 

“I like threes.” You whisper in earnest, and Agatha hums in agreement. 

“Three is the most powerful number,” Agatha says as she playfully bites your neck, and you moan. Rio devours the noise with another bruising kiss against your lips. 

Agatha slips her hand in between you and Rio to push her naughty fingers down your sweatpants. Your hips buck up, and Rio smirks into the kiss before moving to Agatha. One of her strong hands grabs Agatha’s neck, and she kisses her older witch hard, all that pent-up worry leaving them now. You watch them battle for dominance in the kiss and Agatha’s greedy touch start to play agonizingly with your clit. 

“Oh yeah, I like three.” You are panting, and one of your hands grips Agatha’s forearm, not letting her retreat from its task. As if Agatha ever would.  

Rio breaks the kiss and licks her lips, tasting both of her wives now. Life is good again. 

“No more missing errands.” Rio is in control once more, she squeezes your throat and your eyes roll back and you feel Agatha’s finger push inside your wet cunt.

No more missing errand days.  

[sunsetmade]

Only Hers

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe spends a day at the beach while his girlfriend is stuck at home sick. So when a girl flirts with him endlessly he doesn’t take it well.

The sun was already high over the Outer Banks by the time Rafe kicked off his sandals and stepped onto the hot sand, the warmth seeping through his skin like a lazy hum. He squinted against the glare, scanning the stretch of beach where his friends had staked out a spot earlier—umbrellas planted like flags, towels scattered, a cooler half-buried in the sand.

Rafe wasn’t even sure why he came.

He’d rather be anywhere else—specifically, with her.

Back at her place, curled up next to her on the couch, her head on his chest, even if she was sick and sniffly and buried in blankets. She’d looked so small when he stopped by that morning, pale and sleepy-eyed, wrapped up in the sweatshirt he’d left at her place last week.

“Go have fun,” she’d told him, her voice raspy but her smile soft. “You’ll be bored here. I’ll be okay.”

He kissed her forehead and mumbled something about texting if she needed anything, lingering a little too long at the door like he was waiting for an excuse to stay. But she insisted. Always so selfless. Always thinking of him first.

And now here he was, standing on a beach he didn’t care about, surrounded by people who didn’t really know him—not in the way she did.

“Rafe! Dude, c’mon!” Kelce called from the makeshift volleyball court, tossing a ball in the air and catching it with a loud smack.

Reluctantly, Rafe jogged toward them, rolling his shoulders. It was too bright. Too loud. He should’ve brought sunglasses.

They split into two teams, a mix of familiar Kooks and a couple of hangers-on whose names Rafe didn’t remember. He barely paid attention as the game started, mind still with her—wondering if she’d eaten anything, if she was napping, if she remembered to take the medicine he left by her bed.

The first few rounds passed in a blur, his muscles moving on instinct as he blocked, spiked, dove. The competitive part of him stirred just enough to keep the rhythm, but his mind wandered.

He could still picture her curled up in bed, her voice soft in his ear: “You’re such a good boyfriend, Ray.”

No one ever called him that before her.

No one ever looked at him like he wasn’t some walking, angry storm.

She did.

So when the four girls approached from farther down the beach—laughing too loud, their bodies swaying like they knew exactly who was watching—Rafe clocked them immediately. Not because he wanted to. Instinct, more than anything. That kind of laugh always made him tense. It was the sharp, calculated kind that never meant anything good.

They were dressed like they were heading to a nightclub, not a casual beach volleyball game—tiny bikinis that didn’t look made for movement, platform sandals, designer sunglasses pushed up into carefully styled hair. He could already tell they weren’t here for the game.

He barely acknowledged them until they drifted to the edge of the court, all tan limbs and shiny lip gloss. The tallest one stepped forward first, twirling a piece of her bleached-blonde hair around her finger like it was scripted.

“Hey,” she sing-songed, a bubble of flirt in her voice. “Mind if we join?”

Rafe opened his mouth to answer, but Kelce beat him to it.

“Sure,” Kelce grinned, always eager when it came to girls. “We could use more players.”

Names were tossed out like perfume samples. Chloe. Madison. Lacey. And then the fourth—Bella—who zeroed in on Rafe like he was her next Instagram-worthy photo op.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, high ponytail swishing, as she slid onto his team without waiting to be asked. Her body language was obnoxiously confident, and her eyes were locked on him like he was already hers.

“You’re Rafe, right?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head and flashing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ve heard about you.”

He kept his gaze forward. “Cool.”

She laughed too hard at that. “You’re even hotter than I thought.”

Rafe didn’t respond. His jaw twitched.

Then she elbowed him, like they were already in on some joke together. “Do you come to this beach a lot?” she asked, trailing her fingers along his bicep without invitation.

He tensed immediately and stepped to the side, shaking her off without looking at her. “Yeah,” he muttered.

Before she could say anything else, Madison served a bullet from the other side of the net. It sailed clean past Bella, who hadn’t moved an inch.

She laughed again. “Ooops. Guess I got distracted.”

Rafe let out a low breath and jogged after the ball, grinding his teeth the whole way. He didn’t want to be rude. He really didn’t. But this? This wasn’t fun. This wasn’t flirting. This was invasive, annoying, loud.

She wasn’t cute. Not to him. Not even close.

He passed the ball back and reset. Serve. Set. Spike. Repeat. Try to ignore the voice beside him.

But she kept going.

“You’re like… a total volleyball professional.”

“Your arms are insane.”

“I’ve been wanting to get into surfing—maybe you could teach me sometime?”

Every word grated like sand in his teeth. The fake tone. The expectation behind it. The assumption that he’d fall in line just because she batted her lashes and stood too close.

And then she said it.

“So… do you have a girlfriend?”

Her voice was syrupy. Tilted head. Eyes wide. Like she already had the answer she wanted and just needed him to confirm it.

Rafe didn’t even pause.

“Yeah. I do.”

His tone was low, solid. Not a trace of amusement or hesitation. No smugness, no game. Just a sharp, grounded truth that cut through all the noise.

Bella blinked, caught off guard.

“She’s probably a model then,” Bella said with a laugh that was meant to be light, flirty. She gave his arm a little push like they were sharing some private joke.

Rafe didn’t laugh.

Instead, he looked down for a beat, jaw working.

“She’s sick,” he said, voice quieter now. “Should’ve stayed with her.”

That shut everything down.

The silence that followed wasn’t long, but it was heavy. Awkward. Bella blinked, her smile faltering like she didn’t know whether to apologize or pretend she hadn’t heard him. She looked away, adjusting her top even though it didn’t need adjusting.

Kelce glanced over with a raised brow but didn’t say anything. The kind of silence that said okay then, but left it alone.

The next serve came fast, and everyone jumped back into motion like nothing had happened—but Rafe was already checked out.

He played the rest of the game on autopilot. Barely jumped for blocks. Didn’t call for sets. Kept an intentional space between himself and Bella every time she tried to drift closer again, her laugh a little more forced now.

His mind wasn’t here.

It was back home with her.

With her sleepy smile, the way her eyes barely opened when he kissed her forehead in the mornings.

The way she always stole his hoodies, drowning in them but still insisting they smelled like him.

The way she called him “handsome” with that soft, teasing grin whenever his hair stuck up in the back and he was too lazy to fix it.

The way her cold fingers curled around his wrist like it was instinct—and maybe it was. Maybe he’d become her safe place without even realizing it.

He didn’t want to be here. Not when she wasn’t.

When the game finally ended, and the group started wandering back to the towels scattered near the dunes—laughing, grabbing drinks, flopping down like it was just another perfect summer day—Rafe didn’t follow.

He didn’t make an excuse. Didn’t say goodbye.

Just grabbed his sandals, shook the sand from his feet, and left.

All he could think about was getting back to her.

⸻

The sun was dipping low by the time Rafe pulled into her driveway, the sky streaked in soft pink and gold. The air was quieter now, cooler, like the day was finally exhaling.

He didn’t knock.

She’d insisted he keep a key weeks ago—“Just in case,” she’d said, like it wasn’t the most natural thing in the world—and now it sat warm in his palm as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“Baby?” he called softly, shutting the door behind him.

No response—just the muffled sound of a blanket shifting, then a sleepy voice from down the hall.

“In here.”

Her voice was scratchy, a little hoarse, barely louder than a whisper.

He kicked off his shoes by the door and made his way to the bedroom, the quiet hum of her diffuser and the faint scent of eucalyptus already wrapping around him like a hug. He leaned into the doorway and peeked in.

There she was, cocooned under a fortress of blankets, her hair a tousled mess around her face. Tissues peeked out of a box on the nightstand, and her cheeks were flushed from the fever. But she looked up at him with that soft, tired smile—the one that made his chest ache every time.

“You’re back early,” she murmured, voice still laced with sleep.

Rafe stepped into the room and lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her. “I missed you,” he said simply.

Her brows pulled together gently, eyes blinking up at him. “You okay?”

Instead of answering right away, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her warm forehead, his hand brushing her hair back as he lingered there for a second longer than necessary. “Much better now.”

She reached out for him instinctively, fingers curling around his. He laced their hands together easily, like it was muscle memory. It was.

“Was the beach fun?” she asked, though she already sounded like she knew the answer.

Rafe scoffed, eyes narrowing like the memory physically irritated him. “Not really. Some girl wouldn’t stop trying to flirt with me.”

She made a face, wrinkling her nose. “Gross.”

“I told her I had a girlfriend,” he said, watching her face carefully as he thumbed her knuckles. “Told her I should’ve stayed with you instead.”

Her expression softened immediately. “You didn’t have to say all that.”

“I did,” he said, voice low and serious now. “You’re it for me. You know that, right?”

A beat passed, then she tugged weakly at the sleeve of his hoodie until he got the hint and laid down beside her. The blankets rustled as he settled in close, his arm draped gently over her waist, his hand resting lightly on her stomach.

She let out a little sigh, one of those quiet, content ones that always made him feel like he’d done something right.

Here, in the low light of her room, wrapped in warmth and her scent and the soft sound of her breathing, everything realigned.

He didn’t care about volleyball games or sunshine or strangers with fake smiles.

He needed this.

Her voice, even when it was raspy.

Her laugh, even if it was muffled behind a cough.

Her warmth, her eyes, her messy hair and hoodie-stealing habits.

The girl who saw through everything—the bravado, the past, the rough edges—and still looked at him like he was worth loving.

She never asked him to be anything more than himself. Never wanted anyone but him.

And that’s exactly who he was.

Hers.

Always.

[xoxorealitygalore]

Plan B MasterList

Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

FULL NAME

Hamisa Janeisha Woo

BIRTHDAY

February 14, 1989

BIRTH SIGN

Aquarius

BIRTHPLACE

Miami, FL

AGE

35 years old

OCCUPATION

Soccer player • entrepreneur • sports broadcaster • wrestler

ABOUT

She is a retired soccer player who was a regular on the U.S. women's national soccer team from 2008 to 2016. Became the CEO of Hamisa Boutique, an online clothing outlet that caters to teens and women. And she is a sports broadcaster and part time wrestler for WWE. She has over nineteen million Instagram followers.

BEFORE FAME

She was an All-American while playing college soccer.

TRIVIA

She attended Georgia Tech University and competed in track and field and soccer. She graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Literature, Media, and Communication (LMC) degree.

FAMILY LIFE

She is Afro-Brazilian. Her mother is from Duque de Caxias, Rio de Janeiro state. She recently gave birth to a baby girl, eight months ago.

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hamisawoo Twenty days into 2025, I sit in awe, reflecting on the miracle that is my daughter. Eight months ago, I gave birth to the most beautiful little soul, and the gratitude I feel is beyond words. Glory to God for this precious gift, this life that’s brought so much joy, growth, and love into my world.

To my incredible birth team, thank you from the depths of my heart for supporting me in bringing her into this world safely, in the comfort of our home, surrounded by love. We did it—unmedicated, and it was more than just a birth. It was a rebirth for me, a process of transformation that reshaped my mind, body, and soul.

I always imagined birth as just the physical arrival of a baby, but what I experienced was so much more profound. It wasn’t just the miracle of life; it was a journey of silencing the mind, letting go of every fear, every doubt, and surrendering to the natural power within. The woman I once was stepped aside to make space for the mother I was becoming. There is something sacred in that space, where pain and love intertwine, where you realize just how strong you truly are.

In those moments, I wasn’t just giving birth to a baby—I was becoming a mother, in the truest sense of the word. Thank you, my sweet girl, for showing me strength I never knew I had. Thank you for teaching me that surrender isn’t weakness; it’s the ultimate form of trust.

Here’s to the journey of motherhood—a lifelong process of growth, learning, and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for the path that brought me to you, and for the new chapters still to be written. 💕

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Updated April 15, 2025

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut; “but it’s weird that it happened twice”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Obviously not, I’d have been laughing my ass off about that,” Tucker snorts. “I would not have even made it in the door without cracking up, much less this far through the conversation.” 

“Good, then they aren’t going to find anything and they’ll be gone for hours,” Jazz says in satisfaction, looking pleased, which is true because seriously, the Fentons are insanely committed to, like . . . everything about ghosts. All the things about ghosts. Well, all the things about them except for, like, recognizing their sapience and basic sapient rights. Not so much that. 

Yeah, well, there’s a reason that Tucker made up a Tesla-eating shark ghost and accidentally gave himself a fake girlfriend instead of leading with “hi, Mrs. Fenton, I brought a superhero over to help us fix Danny’s sister-daughter-cousin-clone before she destabilizes, they home right now?” Like. Very much so is there a reason.

“So where do we start?” he asks. 

“Samples, like I said. We’ll do it in the basement lab,” Jazz says as she snaps her gloves on. Superboy half-eyes her over his sunglasses, then shrugs, tucking his hands into his pockets. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says. “Whatcha need, bone marrow? Spinal fluid?” 

“. . . saliva,” Jazz says, giving him a weird look. “Maybe a finger prick for a couple drops of blood. More invasive options are for if the minimally invasive ones fail.” 

Superboy laughs like he thinks she’s joking or something. Tucker, like . . . wonders if maybe he should find that concerning? Like, possibly? Because that seems like maybe the kind of thing he should find concerning. 

Though he’s not gonna lie, it’s a little reassuring that Superboy’s cool with the invasive options from the get-go. Like, that’s helpful, just in case they do need to get a little invasive here. Though that’s probably coming from the part of him that was willing to go full “acts of supervillainy” and kidnap a superhero, considering. 

. . . also, a little not reassuring, considering how easy Superboy is actually willing to give up his DNA? His, like–Kryptonian-ish DNA? That is part Kryptonian? 

In retrospect, maybe Tucker should be a little bit alarmed about that. Like, possibly. Maybe possibly. Like, it’s working out for him, obviously, but like, maybe he should be worrying about Superboy’s nonexistent vetting process? Maybe Superboy should be worrying about his nonexistent vetting process. 

. . . . . . yeah, they’ll revisit that conversation after they help Dani, Tucker decides privately, as the guy who was in fact willing to kidnap a superhero to fix this situation. Just–after they get her DNA sorted, yeah. 

“Going for the spinal fluid sounds badass, though,” Dani says. “How do you get that?” 

“Needle, usually,” Superboy replies with a shrug. “They just stick it in your spine. Though sometimes they gotta drill a hole in your skull or whatever, depending.” 

“Whaaaaat, that’s sick,” Dani says, looking delighted, and Superboy smirks at her. They are definitely, definitely gonna have the “vetting process” conversation, Tucker thinks, pulling out his PDA to pop a note about that on his to-do list and attaching a reminder or seven. He’d put it in his calendar, but since he has no idea how long this whole thing might take, the list seems more fitting right now. Like, this could be several days. Or weeks, even. 

Not months, though, since Dani almost definitely doesn’t have that long. 

Tucker bites the inside of his cheek hard and adds an eighth reminder, mostly just to keep his hands busy.

[kalpeavaris]

Cyn - Creature/Furry AU - [Lore Post]

Worked at the Elliott Manor as a maid, was fairly shunned and often avoided by other Workers due to her appearance and clumsy behaviour. Often reprimanded by the Elliotts for her attitude and way of working, with Tessa encouraging Cyn & making sure she was kept on the estate.

Smaller than any of her siblings (who she does not know, sadly) or most Civets due to malnourishment during her younger years.

Tessa was actually the one to bring Cyn from the labratories she worked at into her home, as Cyn was being used as a "lab rat" for several testings due to her Albinism.

Cyn was the first and only person to come into direct contact with the sample of the "Absolute Solver", a mutated and self-aware Virus strain similar to Rabies or CWD (chronic waste disease).

Tessa brought the sample home in secret to hopefully continue working on cracking its code in her freetime, which is how Cyn found it while cleaning her room.

Due to Cyn's weak immune system the virus took hold of her fairly easily, nestling inside of her brain & being able to speak to her.

Thanks to the Solver's self-awareness of being a virus and its abilities it found the task of manipulating Cyn and using her as host to (hopefully) spread itself in the future fairly easy.

Over time, the Solver convinced Cyn that Tessa & her family were the Ones responsible for her being infected with the "sickness", convincing her to kill everyone on the estate on the night of a very important business meeting / gala event.

After wiping out the entirety of the Elliott family and their guests, Cyn fled the estate to Camp 98.7 where she hid and the Solver slowly started to mutate her body, taking inspiration from several animals and creatures in order to form the "perfect apex" for its plans.

The Solver deemed Cyn's fragile & rather weak appearance and demeanor as "not functional" for its plans, hence the rapid want to transform her. Using its abilities it had the upper hand and ability to change every aspect of the Civets outer appearance, almost shattering her mind while doing so.

What was left of Cyn during the story was... a chimera, all and nothing at the same time, made from parts the Solver deemed "useful" for the future plans it had on its mind. Horns for offense, wings to soar the sky, legs capable of running on both two and four legs, powerful jaws and teeth to kill, scales to protect the body - it saw her as imperfect, each change a desperate try to make her into something that could be deemed "perfect". Wielding the sword she had used to kill the Elliott family, she was ready to go to war for the Solver... albeit unwillingly. The Solver, appearing to her as a huge, grotesque hyena, was always there in the back of her mind (literally), steering her every move. It only allowed Cyn to move by herself when she was alone, often watching and belittling her for having issues to move and coordinate herself in this new body of hers. After the Solver arc and its destruction, Cyn was able to gain the upper hand over her mind - which took alot of time and help from other people (especially N and Uzi). She was capable of changing some aspects of her body "back" in some sense, however, alot is irreversible.

Was able to change her face slightly (removed the scaling on her snout, made it more cat-like with a more rounded appearence) & her ears rounder, similar to how they were as Civet

Made the wings way smaller as she dislikes them. Can't remove them entirely, but them being this small works. She hides them under clothes when she wears them.

Made her tail resemble her old one more with a more rounded tail tip & fluffy appearence.

Walks on both 2 and 4 legs, but due to her changed anatomy she involuntarily prefers 4 legs.

Whenever she walks on 2 legs she has to use the cane, as it's difficult for her to keep herself stable.

The Solver had used her body for so long that it became almost impossible for Cyn to act on her own - when she was possessed, it was like she was watching from a seat in her mind while the Solver moved her.

The first few weeks after her freedom was regained she almost didn't move at all without being told to or prompted by Uzi and N, not out of malice or to annoy them, but simply because she just... didn't know she had to move by herself. She was so used to someone else doing it that she forgot those instincts.

This also applies to her speaking - it was mostly the Solver speaking through her, so Cyn forgot her own voice and got kinda freaked out when she first heard it. Thanks to all the physical changes her voice also changed ALOT - from soft and timid to almost rasp, growly and deep.

Despite her looks she's still very timid. Way more extroverted than her former Civet-self, but still withdrawn from Strangers. When she first met Uzi properly she was kinda taken aback by Uzis extremely outgoing persona :']]

Bit Uzi once during an episode of flashbacks when Uzi assumed her to be conscious and came closer without warning, which resulted in Cyn biting off her arm (don't worry, Uzi gets a sick robotic replacement B]]) Uzi apologized profusely for the incident, while Cyn did the same for hurting her - fell in love at the first arm amputation /j

Found her confidence again thanks to Uzi dragging her along on her way to love herself.

[riskyraiker]

So I saw your requests were open and that you do both x men and tfp, leading to me wondering how would the team prime and the cons react to a mutant reader? And could readers mutant ability be like Johny Storm from Fantastic 4? (Keep up the good work 👍)

LOVE IT! ALSO YOU GET EXTRA POINTS FOR MIXING UP TFP AND X-MEN. I wrote this as platonic. Let me know if you want any romantic version

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How did you end up like this? No one knows, but they don't even know you're like this. Ecxept Miko, Raf and Jack, since you know that they're friends with huge fraggin robots. When you met the bots it wasn't the best situation, because you were enraged about the events that happened at home that day. Almost engulfed in flames you calm down when you spot Miko talk to a bit bulky bot behind an abandonded building. You saw the bots which resulted in you being brought to the base. You were amazed that you could forget the sorrow you have for being different. You grew close with the team really quick, even Ratchet took a liking to you. The moment the team sees your ability for the first time was when they were cornered by cons in a energon mine. Since there was no backup at the moment you ran out and light yourself up. At first the autobots thought you were an alien or something, but when they realize it's you they didn't believe it at first. The vehicons weren't so lucky since you almost melted some of their limbs. Once the fight was done they just stared at you. "Uhh..guys? Does anyone have some spare clothes?"

Optimus Prime

He would be confused. Like literally confused which is rare, but still you managed to achieve it.

You're human and fire should hurt you. How do you light yourself on fire?!

The moment you tell them that you're a mutant and your not the only one they start to do some research on these so called "mutants"

He would ask you what you can do and what your abilities are.

Doesn't like the idea of having you on the battlefield even if it means that the autobots have the upperhand

You're now his child. No objections.

The team needs help? You're there to melt them down and that earns you a big lecture from Optimus about how they can't risk human lives.

If he's wounded you would melt the metal gently and repair it.

Since he's made of metal some of his plating might be cold. So he absolutely loves how you work like an furnace.

Ratchet

Almost freaked out by your abilities.

"Y/N IS ON FIRE BY THE ALL SPARK WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING"

The moment he gets to know about your so called mutation he turns into a fragging scientist. Blood samples, dna samples and etc.

Anytime there's any need for repairs he just picks you up and points where repair is needed.

"Fix it, you're smaller, steadier and you're hot"

He wouldn't realize his mistake until you laugh straight into his face "what's so funny? Wha- NO NOT LIKE THAT"

He would love your help in the medbay since you can mold wounds.

Your now his favorite assistant in medbay and in the lab

Bumblebee

He thinks you're so awesome! A human who can light themselves on fire with no harm?!

He would ask you to fly or use any other abilities out or nowhere because he wants to see you as your true self

If you could understand him he would straight up just rant how cool you are. He also gave you a nickname which is Firefly

He loves giving you hugs since you're so warm.

He's in trouble? They're melted before he can even ask for backup

He's your big bro now and Raf your lil bro. You're the best sibling duo there is.

On cold nights he would just keep you on his shoulder so he could feel your warmth close to his face so he can relax

Arcee

Oh she would be speechless. You can melt vehicons, fly somehow and just in general use your abilities

You're now her favorite human (BYE JACK)

She would love to watch you make fireshows

Your warmth would comfort her since she's lonely sometimes

She would call you as backup anytime the team is struggling

✨The sassy team✨

Oh you two would be unstoppable. Cybertronian femme whose sassy and a mutant who is also sassy.

Bulkhead

Oh he would take you for a drive to ask you all kind of questions

First he thought the cons lit you on fire and panicked

After that he wants to see your abilities. That includes you having clothes on (of course🤨)

He would be so interested, but terrified about your ability to melt cybertronians

He's a wrecker! Of course your abilities will be useful.

He wouldn't like the idea of you in the battlefield, but still is amazed how well you handle it.

The big chunky guy is usually warm but won't mind some extra warmth from your body in the colder days.

He's bored? Be ready to fire up.

Wheeljack

Oh oh oh! You'll never hear the end of it. He's around every corner begging you to light up.

He's more chaotic than bulkhead so of course he's after you all the time and asking you to set things on fire.

Wouldn't actually mind going on patrol with you since you're so awesome

He would secretly carry you around on missions to have you melt the cons. I bet he would stare sadisticly.

But don't worry he wouldn't risk your life! If you want to stay safe he won't bother you anymore. (Maybe)

Any old enemy of his he managed to meet on earth would most likely be melted by his request to bring you along.

Ultra Magnus

He would not be happy about you breaking protocol and not staying in the base.

But he would be grateful about you saving the team

"Aaww you're worried about me" No teasing! Now you're in for a 1 hour long lecture

He would find your mutation interesting, but would let it be since he's a robot himself

He's always cold. Mentally. And! Physically so he wouldn't admit it but does love your body warmth.

Smokescreen

"YOU'RE ON FIRE?! COOL!" Wouldn't understand that isn't normal until he's back in his senses. "YOU'RE ON FIRE! AHH PRIMUS WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE!?"

Would absolutely love your abilities even if you would be insecure about being 'different'

If you ever would kick decepticon aft he's your 1# fan in the background

He finds beauty in fire so he thinks you and your abilities are absolutely stunning

If he's scared about succeeding or about the future you would be there on his shoulder warm like an oven which calms him down

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The team were in trouble. Why? There was a surprise attack by Megatron himself. You flew through the groundbridge so you could help the team. You were almost too late as Megatron had his servo/sword up and about to strike Optimus. Hurrying you catch on to his servo and start to heat up, melting his servo in the process. "GAHH! WHAT ARE YOU!?" Megatrons sword and blaster were both out of the game since you melted most of his servo. Having the upperhand, the cons give up and leave. There was one con left. Megatron. "This isn't over, Optimus. Not with you and your firey PET!" Oh oh, he was pissed!

Megatron

That little mutant dare to melt his servo!

He didn't even know you're a human with a mutation until soundwave found footage and info about you.

Would try to get revenge on you, but doesn't want to risk losing his servo again.

For once the warlord was worried about his opponent.

If you could melt his servo, could you melt your way through his whole frame?

He didn't show it, but the thought actually made him shudder.

He couldn't lose to a pathetic human who is 10 times smaller than him.

In short, he hates your guts but loves your abilities.

Soundwave

The moment Megatron asked to find information about you, a switch flipped in his processor.

Finally he found a human interesting. A extraordinary human to be specific

If he had time he would try to see you on cameras so he could catch you for Megatron

He wasn't scared or anything, but would be slightly worried could you melt his screen off?

He did almost catch you, but you lit up inside him so he had to drop you out before he would fall down from the sky.

Knew that you're stronger than anybot thinks. Wouldn't mess with you unless he has something to overpower you for example: some relics

Knockout

If he ever I MEAN EVER sees you in action he would definitely run away and protect his paintjob.

Fire + his beautiful plating/paint job did NOT go together.

If you would try to attack him, you won't see him after a while. He's AFRAID of you.

Would always seem busy when he heard lord Megatron talk about a mission where you could be involved.

"Knockout!" The cherry red medic saluted. "You have a mission to go an retrieve a relic. Y/N could be there, so be quick." "My Liege I'm in the middle of a medical check up I don't have t-time. Send breakdown. He's willing to do it."

If you're on the nemesis he would run away like from the bot zombies in season 3 of tfp xD

Shockwave

You're mutation was...illogical

A human shouldn't be able to light themselves on fire

Would ask permission from Megatron to take you as a test subject.

Be careful not to be caught by him! It would be worse than having others afraid of you and your freaky abilities.

He wanted to see how you could work with your abilities. How could he make them..Logical

Wouldn't be afraid of you. Oh no no no. He would be so so so interested about your abilities he wouldn't care if he would get melted at the same time.

Predaking

He would love your abilities to be on flames, but! Since he's a decepticon and a predacon ofcourse he has to attack you.

Would speak to you someway or another in his bipedal mode during a mission

If he need fire styled company, he would try to contact you. He doesn't care if you're part of the autobots. You're his friend

Frag Megatron and Shockwave. You're warm like him! You're now his grandchild!

You would joke around that he's your actual king! Since you both are fire themed basically.

[nilsavatar]

DAY 23 - BITING part 2

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!human

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4

Genre/Warnings: fluff, ANGST, introspective, delicate themes (hibrid pregnacy). All characters are AGED-UP. This the sequel of the @layla2-49 request used to fullfil the promp day 23 of lunakinktober 2023

Summary: Following the unexpected pairing that occurred at the Tree of Souls, after connecting as only two Na'vi normally could, Celeste and Neteyam entertain a clandestine relationship. Several times they have discussed coming out, but the girl is too prey to her insecurities as a human to do so. It is Eywa who will decide for both of them with a disconcerting revelation: they have conceived a hybrid child.

Word Count: 4k

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Celeste had been... different ever since Neteyam had brought her back to the human compound after collecting panopyra samples in the forest. Brighter, in a way. She visited Hometree more willingly and more often, interacting with the village women who now welcomed her with smiles and involved her in their activities whenever possible; she had discovered a particular talent for dyeing accessories the Omatikaya used to adorn their bodies with.

A soft half-smile spread across Spider’s lips as he watched her playing with a group of children on a nearby platform. They were about Tuk’s age, more or less, but already as tall as the girl, who wasn’t exactly towering herself compared to her twin brother. A genetic joke between heterozygotes. He would have lingered longer on seeing his sister finally out of the lab, out of her shell—he would have even laughed at the odd hairstyle the kids were braiding into her hair—but his gaze was drawn elsewhere. Specifically, to the Sully brothers, who were descending with long strides down the path carved into the massive tree trunk that served as a home for the entire clan, each carrying a yerik carcass over their shoulders. Another successful hunt, he thought with a twinge of envy.

How much he would have loved to prove his worth by helping sustain the People, but Spider was just a human. Not to mention Nash and Mary would have killed him if he even tried. And Celeste, especially Celeste!

Following the instructions of an elder hunter, the two young men carried their prey to a tent, where it would be skinned and butchered. When they reemerged, the brothers were playfully shoving each other and exchanging teasing remarks. Neteyam was already cleaning his arrows checking them for any damage. Amidst an “I did a cleaner kill” and a “My shot was more precise”, Spider joined the conversation with his typical warm greeting. “Back already?” “Missed us?” “Nah, I could’ve done without that skxawng face of yours.” The jab was meant as a joke, but Spider couldn’t quite hide the unease—and the faint irritation—from his tone. At least when it came to Lo’ak, they knew each other far too well. That irrational sense of protective older-brother energy was definitely misplaced.

“You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you?” “Depends on what we’re talking about.” “Teyam’s been acting strange lately.” That phrase was music to his ears, the confirmation that it wasn’t all in his head. But he decided to let his friend elaborate before sharing his concerns. He wanted evidence, not just vague conjectures. “Like what?” “I don’t know, bro. He doesn’t scold me like he usually does. He’s less uptight, whether we’re hunting or training. He smiles more, but he seems distracted a lot of the time. It’s like…” “He’s in love,” Spider finished for him. “Yeah. But you know how private he is. No one can get him to say who the girl is.” “Any idea who it might be?” “Nothing solid. Mom thinks it could be Nirat. Like her mother, she’s an excellent singer, but I don’t think that’s the kind of thing that would sway him enough to choose her as a mate.” “Mm, I agree. He’s not the type to be won over so easily. Singing is a beautiful talent, but just because it’s been decided that the next generation of leaders will be a brother-sister duo doesn’t mean Teyam’s standards for finding a strong mate to support the clan would change.” “Yeah, it can’t be Nirat, even though she’d kill for it to be her.”

Spider’s eyes drifted back to the person in question, who wasn’t even trying to hide how intently he was watching the human girl. The expression on his face was that of someone who had just put all the pieces together. “You know who it is?” “Let’s just say I have an idea. But I need confirmation.” As if some higher power had decided to fulfill his words, the decisive proof appeared before their incredulous eyes.

Nirat, dressed to the nines, with a flower tucked into her loose hair—a clear sign of her availability for courtship—made her way through the hunters to reach the future olo’eyktan. The beads adorning her ankles and wrists jingled with every step as she swayed her hips and fluttered her thick black lashes. At another time, Spider would have enjoyed the show, complete with boisterous chuckles and suggestive elbow nudges to Lo’ak, not holding back his commentary on the assertiveness of certain Na’vi women. Instead, his attention instinctively shifted back to his sister, whose expression spoke volumes.

Her lips were pressed into a deep pout, her wide, furious eyes fixed in a murderous glare at the eldest Sully. Her chest rose and fell in quick, frantic breaths, the intensity of which fogged up her mask. And then, the moment of drama. Mumbling some excuse, she got up despite the children’s protests. With a stormy expression, she left the clearing and returned to her refuge of experiments and disinfectants. But even with her head bowed, she couldn’t hide from her brother the fact that she was about to burst into tears—or from Neteyam.

The warrior brushed off the would-be suitor and moved to run after her, but Spider stopped him just in time, a hand on his torso to hold him in place. “Let her cool off. Talking to her now won’t do any good.” Neteyam opened his mouth to argue, to defend himself, but he knew his friend was right. In her current state, the girl would only push him away and retreat further into herself, buried in her stupid sense of inferiority and not belonging—even though the Great Mother herself had shown her otherwise. Gritting his teeth, his ears pinned back against his head, he looked for a moment past the human in the direction where Spider’s sister had disappeared. Then, with a sigh that deepened his already gloomy expression, he met his glare again and nodded. But before he could turn on his heel and retreat into his own bubble of frustration, Spider stopped him again. “What are your intentions with my sister?” It was pointless to evade the question, and in any case, Neteyam wasn’t the type.

Once she returned to the cold walls of the compound, Celeste did what she did best: locked herself in the lab, where the only sources of light were the plexiglass tanks and the computer monitors. One, to be precise, was on at that moment: hers. She sat there as though hiding from something, or rather someone. Someone who knew exactly where to find her. Her nerves were on edge, her suspicious eyes darting at every faint sound her feeble human ears could pick up.

Her irritated gaze flitted from the tablet in her hand to the tall figure that had just stepped across the threshold, the faint screech of the sliding door announcing his presence. Before her, in the dim room, the panopyra tank cast pale violet lights onto the young scientist’s face. Inside, the curious zooplantae drifted gracefully and hypnotically. Its presence seemingly consuming all of Celeste Socorro’s time and energy.

The supporting roots had intertwined to form a stem now, firmly anchored to the tank’s lid. From its core, several ends branched out to hold up the wide, inverted dome. Small, symmetrical dots outlined its surface, converging at the center, from which luminous tentacles extended. They now reacted to the insistent probing of mechanical fingers. At the ends of these, ultra-thin needles penetrated various points of the lively tentacles, immediately recording the data collected in the computerized system that Celeste held in her hands. Her goal? Entirely ignoring him.

The Na'vi couldn’t bring himself to break the silence immediately. He stood still, observing the scene for several long moments, trying to figure out how to approach her without making things worse. The way she moved—mechanical, precise, almost frantic—told him more than any words could. She was shaken. Hurt. She turned her back to him when Neteyam didn’t take the silent cue to leave. “I’m busy.” She was still mad. Fair enough. The warrior armed himself with his best smile, hoping to ease the tension. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, setting the tray he had been carrying onto the table. “You’ve been in here for hours.”

Celeste felt a warm blush flood her cheeks. She bit the inside of her cheek until that familiar metallic taste of blood spread on her tongue. She wanted to set down the data pad, hug him, thank him for the thoughtful gesture, and tell him how sweet he was, but she was too angry to give in. If anything, seeing him only irritated her more. She could still picture Nirat wrapping herself around him like a jellyfish. Like the panopyra she was studying. So she asked, caustically, if he was stalking her, turning just in time to catch the hurt and disappointed look on his face.

“Yawne,” he said, all his regret poured into that single affectionate word, and guilt hit her like a punch to the gut. She knew Neteyam—his sense of loyalty, his serious and honorable nature. He wasn’t a playboy, nor someone who toyed with women for amusement. It wasn’t fitting for a leader, and more importantly, it wasn’t in his character. But she let her insecurities take over. Deep down, Celeste knew no one would approve of their relationship. It didn’t matter that the current olo’eyktan was human: Jake had an avatar; physically, he had more in common with a Na’vi than humans. And he was Toruk Makto. She had nothing to offer the clan… or Neteyam. She couldn’t become a member of the Omatikaya, and despite the tsahìk question being resolved by Kiri, young Socorro couldn’t promise him anything, least of all a family. What had been happening for months at the Tree of Souls—those strange tubular growths the roots formed at the base of her neck when they made love—meant nothing.

“Share your thoughts with me, Cel. Please.” She pressed her lips together, her shoulders rigid. “You should court Nirat,” she said curtly, trying to keep her composure. It felt like a stab to the heart. “… What?” “She’ll make an excellent mate. She’s beautiful, well-liked, and has a lovely voice that lifts spirits.” Well-liked? He wanted to ask sarcastically—Nirat was a snake. “We should tell the truth about us,” he answered instead, with that infuriatingly calm tone he knew drove her mad, though it masked a deep inner turmoil: the fear of what she might say next, words that could break his heart. “Everyone will know, and Nirat will get over it. I’m taken.” His response made the girl falter, her breathing slowed almost imperceptibly, but the fire in her eyes didn’t entirely die. “You just don’t get it, do you? I’m human, Teyam. I’ll always be out of place. Always… less. No matter what I do, I’ll never be like you. Never enough to truly belong in this world.” Neteyam took a step forward, slowly, cautiously. “You don’t need to be like us, Cel. You need to be yourself—that’s what makes you special. That’s what makes me see you, even when I look at everything else.”

Her eyes widened, startled by those loving words, which seemed to slip out before the young Na’vi could stop them. For a moment, she was speechless, her heart pounding in her chest, and he stepped closer, now only a breath away. He looked her directly in the eyes, unwavering. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding foolish,” he murmured. “I see you, Celeste. I have for a long time. When I whisper what I feel to you at the Tree of Souls, those aren’t just words said in the heat of the moment. I felt your spirit bond with mine. You’re a part of me. And when you hurt, I hurt too.”

She met his gaze, her expression pained. “But at what cost? You’re destined to lead your people. How can you do that with someone like me by your side? Even if the clan has learned to tolerate me, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m human.” The prince shook his head, his tone softening with a faint smile. “I’m not Eywa, tìyawn. I don’t know all her plans. But I know one thing. She wouldn’t have united us if our love was wrong.” Celeste swallowed, the words caught in her throat. She felt vulnerable, exposed, as though Neteyam had just torn down all the walls she had built around herself. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “You don’t have to say anything,” he replied with a small smile. “Just don’t run away from me anymore. Please.”

A heavy silence fell between them, broken only by the faint hum of the machinery. Celeste lowered her gaze, biting her lip. Then, with hesitation that spoke of years of insecurity, she gave a small nod. “We’ll explain to them that Eywa chose you for me. We are mated before the Great Mother.” “Sure, we’ll tell them how that plant intoxicated us, and while we were… you know… the roots of the Tree of Voices somehow created a temporary kuru so we could connect. Nothing weird about that!” “Yawne,” he whispered, kneeling to press his forehead against hers, a gesture that felt more comforting than anything else. “Don’t underestimate our families. They’ll understand. Deep down, they probably always suspected this would happen—it was only a matter of time.” The scientist let out a tired smile, though doubt still flickered in her eyes. “I wish I could believe it’s that simple.” “You know you’re sexy when you’re jealous?” “Stop it, moron.” She blushed, shy but unable to suppress the warm laugh that finally broke the tension that had built up over weeks of secret moments and arguments. With that open confrontation, they accepted the challenges and joys their union would bring. Neteyam gently cupped her face, his fingers strong yet tender, brushing over her human skin with the reverence reserved for something sacred. They seemed suspended in perfect calm, and just as they were about to seal everything with a kiss, a strange sound escaped her lips. An unexpected spasm interrupted the moment as Celeste doubled over, one hand to her mouth, the other clutching her stomach. She rushed to the sink as violent retching overtook her. The young Na’vi steadied her firmly, his face etched with concern. “It must’ve been something I ate. It’s nothing,” she said between ragged breaths, trying to downplay it, but it wasn’t nothing.

In the following days, the girl continued to suffer from nausea and growing weakness. Despite her reluctance, Neteyam insisted she get visited. “I don’t want to alarm the clan or make them think there’s a problem, especially now that we’ve decided to go public,” she argued, trying to pacify him. “We need to figure out what’s happening. This has to be serious to leave you like this,” he said, his voice soft but resolute. Celeste sighed, resting a hand on her forehead. “Maybe it’s just stress. There’s no need to panic.” He shook his head, determined. “It’s not normal for you to be like this. Please, get checked out. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me—for Spider.” His golden eyes were filled with worry.

When her symptoms worsened, she had no choice.

The infirmary was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of lamps—a bubble of technological modernity nestled within Pandora's untamed beauty. Norm and Max worked with the scanning equipment while the girl lay on the exam table, her face pale and marked by exhaustion. For days, she had suffered from dizziness and an inexplicable heaviness. As the machine hummed softly, scanning her body, she sought comfort in Neteyam’s gaze. He knelt by her side, his fingers fidgeting nervously. Behind them stood Spider, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Though they tried to appear calm, their eyes betrayed a growing unease.

After what felt like an eternity, Max’s eyes widened, glued to the screen in disbelief and a hint of fear. “This… this isn’t possible,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. Celeste sat up, alarmed. “What isn’t possible?” The doctor double-checked the readings, frowning. “There’s no sign of infection or poisoning. Your vital signs are stable, but…” He hesitated, glancing at Norm. “What?” she whispered. Max took a deep breath and pointed at the screen. “There’s an unusual reading… Though maybe calling it unusual isn’t accurate.” “What do you mean?” Neteyam leaned forward, his golden eyes fixed on the monitor, staring at the dark speck on the display. With another sigh, Max activated a 3D image showing a tiny, pulsating structure, barely perceptible. “You’re pregnant.”

The room fell into an oppressive, deafening silence. The patient stared at the dark speck on the monitor, unable to form a response. Her heart pounding louder than the sound of the equipment, she finally whispered, “There must be a mistake. Neteyam and I… we’re biologically incompatible.” Norm nodded slowly. “In theory, you’re right. But I’ve checked the parameters once again. There’s no mistake. All the signs are there: elevated hormones, physiological changes, and an embryonic presence. Sweetheart, it’s happened—you’re truly pregnant.”

Despite feeling her grip on his fingers tighten, Neteyam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the medical terminal. The voices around him faded into a distant echo, as though he couldn’t fully process what he was hearing and seeing. This was news no one had ever anticipated—something no one had ever considered as it was supposed to be impossible. Behind them, Spider paced back and forth, his hands buried in his dreadlocks. “No, no, no.” He shook his head, unable to accept what they were saying. “There has to be another explanation. Maybe some genetic mutation, or…” He trailed off, his voice trembling.

A whirlwind of thoughts spun through the mind of the Omatikaya prince, visions of a hazy future, each scenario more terrifying than the last, all culminating in the absence of the woman he loved. “What are we supposed to do now?” Cel… the baby. Everything felt so… uncertain. “It all depends on what you decide to do,” Norm suggested, a clear implication hanging in the air. “Terminate the pregnancy?” “… it’s the simplest option.”

Celeste’s eyes filled with tears. As much as her rational side whispered that this was the most logical and risk-free solution, she already felt a deep connection to the being growing inside her. As though she sensed there was something larger at play than just motherhood, a bond with… “Eywa,” she murmured simply. “The effect of the panopyra, our union at the Tree of Voice, this,” she wrapped her arms protectively around her stomach. “The Great Mother united us for a reason, but this child… it’s a hybrid, yawne. We don’t know what that entails, or what will happen to your health. And no one here can help us. Your technology isn’t equipped to handle these kinds of… anomalies.” His heart pounded, his mind clashing with every possibility. How could he protect his mate and their child from a fate that seemed so dangerous? “Are you asking me to—?” “No! Eywa, no. I would never ask you to do that. But… I’m terrified, okay? You’re my person. It’s my job to protect you from harm, but how can I when I don’t understand what’s happening? I had come to terms with the fact that we wouldn’t have a family of our own. And being just us was enough for me, 'cause as long as I had you, nothing else mattered. But now… the most beautiful, incredible thing in the world has happened, and I can’t even celebrate it because it might…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word.

The tension between them grew, and at that moment, another voice broke into the room. Spider, who had been silently sitting in the corner, sprang to his feet as if struck by lightning. His face was pale and strained, his eyes swollen with horror. The news had overwhelmed him. “This… this is too much! It’s not possible!” he shouted, his voice trembling. “You… Neteyam! How the hell did this happen?! How could you let this happen?!” Her brother's words, loaded with rage and panic, hit Neteyam like a punch. His face twisted. “This is all your fault! You’re Na’vi! This child…” Celeste stood up, frightened by her brother’s outburst, and took a step forward to intervene. “Spider, calm down… it’s no one’s fault. It’s not what you think.”

But Spider couldn’t contain his anxiety. His fear drove him to act without thinking. “You don’t understand! Do you know what you’re risking? This… this baby isn’t just a symbol of an impossible union—it’s a danger to you!” he shouted, his eyes filled with terror and disillusionment. “What will carrying a Na’vi-human hybrid do to your body? How much energy will it drain from you? Have you thought about how big the fetus will get before it’s born? How will you deliver it?”

Neteyam glared back at him with equal fury, his heart pounding, his posture stiff, his face tense. But there was also a sense of helplessness constricting him because, deep down, he didn’t know how to handle the situation either. The weight of responsibility and dread was crushing him. “I didn’t choose this, Spider. But it’s happened, and we have to face it together,” he said at last, trying to keep his voice steady. Spider, crushed, looked at the future olo’eyktan with eyes filled with both anger and anguish. “I can’t accept this,” he finally said, his voice reduced to a whisper.

It was at that moment that Kiri entered the room, sensing the intensity of the argument. When she saw him so agitated, she approached him calmly. “Monkey boy,” she said, her voice soothing. “This isn’t a threat. It’s proof of how great Eywa’s power is. This child… it’s not just a mistake. It’s a sign, something that goes beyond our fears.” Spider seemed shaken but couldn’t put aside the distress gnawing at him. Neteyam, though hearing the weight of Kiri’s words, still couldn’t let go of his worry. His need to protect Celeste was all-consuming, and the idea that she might be at such great risk devastated him.

Kiri’s face was calm yet resolute. “Brother, don’t be afraid. This is the path the Great Mother has chosen for you. Her decisions are always wise, even when we cannot fully understand them.” Her voice carried the gravity of an ancient truth, and silence filled the room. Then she approached Celeste gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t just your life at stake. This creature is a manifestation of the union of two opposite worlds, worlds that have been at odds until now. It’s the beginning of something new, a path forward together. We’ve seen signs of this connection. Your child is a blessing.”

Neteyam looked at his sister with eyes full of questions, but at last, a small glimmer of hope began to grow within him. Perhaps, despite all his fears, this child had a purpose beyond what he could see. Spider, though still harboring doubts, lowered his gaze. The consternation remained, but Kiri’s intervention seemed to have, at least, partially soothed his anxieties.

“We’ll do this together,” Celeste said, extending one hand toward her mate and the other toward her twin, her look locking with theirs, filled with an intensity they had never seen before. “We’ll face this future, whatever it may bring.” Neteyam took a deep breath, gathering the courage he needed. He didn’t have all the answers yet, but deep down, he knew he would stand by her side. And maybe, in time, he could learn to embrace this destiny that seemed impossible to comprehend.

“You can’t do this alone,” Kiri concluded. “Maybe it’s time to speak with Mo’at.”

[the-kr8tor]

Autumn Shopping

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Summary: A late afternoon shopping with Hobie.

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is taller than r), CW food mentions, reader loves autumn, BF! Hobie, FLUFF.

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Octobie 🎸

You both prefer to shop at the local grocer that has been passed down through generations. It's cozy and homely without all the harsh white fluorescent lights that whir, and the god awful brutalist corporate designs. Instead, the place smells of freshly baked cinnamon bread, and the interior feels like it's been well loved and taken care of through the years.

Hobie comes here ever since he was a kid, he practically grew up in the place and even worked in it when he was younger. And so far, you've made it your home too. Everyone knows you by name, and you know everyone. But every time you accompany him to the store, he needs to corral you away from buying things that are definitely not in the list. Mostly its sweets, or a glass cleaner that looks awfully like pink lemonade. He lets you indulge of course, who could say no to you whenever you flash those puppy dog eyes at him? But this time, there's no winning the battle nor the war with all the autumn themed merchandise on display.

He knows the moment you step into the double doors that you'll be whisked away towards the decorations in front like some old timey cartoon character who floats in the air with hearts in their eyes when a pie is near.

His hand holds your own in an attempt to guide you away from the soft orange and browns of the display, but there's no winning when there's a free taste stand right next to it.

“Hobie!” You tug him towards Cynthia, who's wearing an orange apron with a pumpkin on it. She immediately smiles and waves you over, gloved hand already procuring a sample of whatever cinnamon smelled sweet she has. “They brought it back for the season!”

“It's not goin’ anywhere, love.” He can't help but chuckle at your determined face as you continue to practically drag him on the floor. His boots add weight, you know.

“They might run out of them!” You sniff at the tray full of sweetened tiny pieces of said pastry. It's still warm, and the melting sugar on top makes your mouth water. “They look so good.” You gasp, hand still holding Hobie's.

“Remember, love, we only came for toothpaste and bread.”

“This is bread, Hobie.” You smirk, and Hobie sighs in endearment at your excitement. “Besides, it's free! Right, Cynthia?”

“Absolutely, if you like it gramps is baking a new batch right now and it'll be finished in just a few.” She answers, already giving you a couple of samples to share with Hobie. “Hey, kid, how's the band going?” She addresses Him with a bright smile.

“They’re good, Ned wants to say thanks for the tip with the mechanic.”

“No worries.” Cynthia waves him off while you munch on the pastry. Hobie eyes how you eat both samples with gusto. “Flash is a dick anyway, he needed a reality check with his prices— careful, sweetheart, you might choke.” Chuckling, she hands you a napkin and you promptly wipe your lips free of sugar and crumbs.

“‘Hanks!” You mumble while still chewing. Turning to face Hobie, swallowing, you smile at his amused grin. “We need a box of these right now or I'll eat the whole tray.”

Wiping cinnamon dust off the corner of your lips with his thumb, Hobie rubs it on your shirt collar teasingly. “That's for eatin’ my sample.”

You shake your head with a lopsided grin, “Wasted opportunity, Hobs.” Hobie raises his brow questioningly. But before he could ask what you meant, you're already thanking Cynthia while you whisk him away towards the whole aisle that contains all the autumn and Halloween decorations.

Hobie pulls you mid stride, your trainers squeak against the tiles, and your back meets his chest. “What did you mean by that, hm?” He whispers in your ear as you hobble towards the aisle with his warm arms around you.

“Nothing.” You say in a sing-song tone.

“Nothin'?” He nudges your temple with his nose, and you ignore him as you take a pumpkin shaped pillow, squeezing it in your hands. He snatches the pillow from you and places it on the top shelf where you can't reach it. “Nothin' isn't just nothin’ with you, lovie.”

“Hey!” Huffing, you tilt your head back, facing him as he looks at you with softness akin to the pillow you were just holding. You look at him through your lashes, smile getting wider every time his eyes narrow at you accusingly. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Tell me and I'll let you buy one thing in this aisle.” He jokes with a ghost of a smile.

“Let me?!” You scoff, twisting around to face him properly. With your palms on his chest you pat him to the rhythm of the pop song that's playing in the speakers. “You know damn well that I will buy this entire aisle just to spite you.”

He chuckles as he cups your cheeks. “You'll go bankrupt.” He got the right reaction from you.

“I don't care, I'm supporting a family business.” You raise your nose at him, and he squeezes your nose in between his fingers.

He bets that if he kisses you right now he'll be able to taste the cinnamon on your lips. “C’mon, what did I waste?”

You grab his wrist to pull his hand away from your nose, giggling at his stubbornness. “You really want to know?”

“No, I don't.” He says sarcastically.

“Fine,” you mimic his tone. “What I meant back there was that, you should've tried the frosting when you wiped it from my lip.”

Hobie's smile widens, and he guffaws so loudly that it echoes around the whole store. There might not be a lot of people shopping right now but you still put your palm on his mouth to quiet his laughter even though you love his laugh to bits. You practically did it against your will so you two don't get kicked out like what happened a year ago. You still cringe whenever you remember it.

“Stop laughing!” You say while giggling. His laughter is muffled under your hand. Arms wrap around your waist, and he leads you towards the autumn scented candles further down the aisle. “Where are you taking me?” Looking over your shoulder, you smile affectionately at his wordless gesture.

“Or you could've fed me my share of the sample instead of eatin’ it all.” Hobie moves his head back to remove your hand away from his mouth all without taking his hands off of your waist. “You read too many romance novels, love.” He teases, he loves it when you read it to him whenever he wants to fill the silence.

“Apparently not a lot.” You lean closer to peck his jaw chastely. “It got you weak in the knees though, right?”

He can't deny how his heartbeat quickened ten fold when you suggested it. He'll tuck that idea you gave him in his mind and maybe he'll do it when you least expect it. “Go sniff your bloody candles.”

“Such a romantic.” You pat his cheek before you turn towards the glass candles. As you sniff at a pinkish candle, you hear shuffling from behind you. “You know that I have to get that pillow, right?”

Something soft and orange hits the side of your face, “and we still need toothpaste or we'll start brushing our teeth with your candles.” He says as you squeal and cuddle the pumpkin throw pillow all the while wanting to kiss him right in the middle of the aisle.

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My mother recently passed away after a long period of fighting several chronic issues. She was 84. I lived with her as caregiver while also running my bookstore.

That took rather a toll on finances because I often needed to close unexpectedly on short notice to care for her. Plus her final expenses. Everything will be fine in six months once estate is settled but right now, OOF, that is a cash crunch on me. It's basically drained all my savings so if one more thing goes wrong, keeping store running becomes difficult.

I've run this store for 23 years, come February 1st. While I carry all types of books, my specialty is queer books. That Pride flag flies year round!

So I could use some support right now and as all The Everything is happening.

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Kokushibo X Shy! Easily Flustered! Reader | You turn him human

@opheliasadventures1 :- Requested

Warnings :- Established Relationship, blood, past consumption of humans, Hashira, Shinobu being cryptic (idk), blood drinking, human reader, needles, mentions of poison, no use of y/n, non-binary reader, reader fawning over Koku cause Shinobu is a threat lol

🩸 The moment you get something to click properly in his head my some miracle, is the moment he realizes he needs to get out, not me a demon anymore

🩸 You were already BEYOND pushing the hiding fact you were in relation with a demon, but lord when you requested Shinobu's help and she finds out why? Takes almost everyone in the butterfly estate to stop her from murdering you

🩸 She likes you don't get her wrong! But she was already pushing her trust with Tanjiro and Nezuko, your case was WILDLY different as she puts it

🩸 It take some heavy sugar coating and promises to just get her to consider helping

🩸 The only conditions? He stays in one place and one place alone for the whole process and he has to swear off humans, or else the deals off and she gets to kill him. Upper 1 or not, she ain't playin

🩸 Kokushibu swore to these after your insistent behavior, the problem he had with it was he would need something to sustain himself or else things would get tricky

🩸 He has been a demon for far longer than he was human, so his need of consumption will win over his will at some point, much to his dislike

🩸 The first few days were fine, he mainly sat in the darkest room you could make in your current living situation. Meditating constantly and by night he would entertain himself with a few books brought in or practicing his stance and form

🩸 When the day came to take a blood sample things were.... Let's just say tense was a severe understatement

🩸 Shinobu and pretty much the rest of the Hashira came with her. Excuse? Safety. Much to your dismay and trying to at least keep the peace with Mitsuri's help (after swaying her with some snacks and cluing into her questions-) things still got a bit hellish

🩸 Stopping Sanemi and Obani from jumping onto him and stopping them from messing your home up.... Place got trashed...

🩸 You personally drug both Hashira's out by their ears, banishing them outside for the rest of the visit. Other than that, things were still tense with not much being said

🩸 Shinobu had to be reminded a few times to not insult your husband. This resulted in you being the one to be taught to draw blood and hand it to her

🩸 Through the researching phases it was more peaceful. Your home wasn't swarmed with demon slayers and you could have a somewhat peaceful living

🩸 You started drawing your own blood for him. With him not being able to eat flesh and needed something to keep him sane, you choose this, much to his dismay

🩸 He wouldn't drink it at all for the first few days, he swore he would never hurt you like that and here you were, offering him your blood. He hated it

🩸 He never did take your blood, but thanks to some helpful tips from Tanjiro you were able to get your hands on blood bags, which suited him better to eat

🩸 With this being basically a new diet he was a lot quieter, not that he wasn't even when you were with him, but some days he just wouldn't speak. Out of safety for you most likely, he didn't want to snap and get angry with you since you were the one to suggest this being the safer way in the first place

🩸 Time going on a long with helped research it was done! Though it was slowly turning him back and thanks to the ever so helpful Nezuko he wouldn't be waiting too long to be in the sun again

🩸 That was an experience though, when it was safely tested that his skin, that was slowly turning back to it's original color, trying to get him actually out in the sun took some pushing. Literally

🩸 He would never admit he was scared but when you fell into the sunlight and he recoiled with an exasperous look it became a secret he swore you too

🩸 The face you now had to get use to was one that reflected the normality it once held. A natural skin color and only 2 eyes instead of 6

🩸 That through you off for a bit, but ultimately? He was beyond changed, still the Koku you knew when you met him when out in public but it was still different. Seeing him in the sun, getting him on an actual sleep cycle- him needing sleep! It was beyond a bonding experience

🩸 You still had and got your Koku though, that, and you got to have a proper wedding. Even with it just being you two it was surreal. Something neither of you would change for anything ❤️

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 10/?

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Well, here it is. Sorry for the long wait.

“What do you want, fruit loop?”

Danny got in a defensive posture, sure Vlad would try to attack him one way or another.

Vlad raised his hands, “I just want to talk, little badger. Especially since new secrets have come to light. I want to ensure certain ones stay in the dark from your moth—parents. We wouldn’t want them to find out how much of a killer son they had brought into their home, now would we?”

Danny scowled. He knew his eyes were glowing when Vlad started smirking.

“How dare you threaten me, Plasmius?” Danny said in a low voice. The room got colder. “I am the Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms; I will be your King. The only reason you’re not fully dead right now is because I’ve been holding back. Don’t test me.”

“You adorable, Danyal,” Danny gritted his teeth at the way Vlad sneered his real name, “but let’s think about this logically, shall we? Your parents just found out their adopted son was sent to spy on them by a cult interested in their research. Fine, that’s one thing; they can forgive that. You’re still their precious baby boy.”

“Now, imagine you add on top of that. You tell them you’re Phantom, the ghost boy menace of Amity Park. Not only that, but you’re the Crowned Prince of the Ghost Zone, the future king of the very species they sought to experiment with and exterminate. Do you believe they can take the pressure and the angst? Will they forgive you?”

“And let’s say they do accept you for being Phantom? What will they do when they find out their son wasn’t just a part of a cult but an assassin? Will they see you as a monster for taking lives and being Phantom? Have you thought about that?”

“You just don’t want mom to find out you’re the Wisconsin ghost,” Danny accused even as a small voice at the back of his head whispered at him.

“Believe what you will, little badger. Believe what you will,” with those last words, Vlad disappeared.

Danny collapsed. Now, what should he do?

____

Bruce picked up the phone.

“This is Bruce Wayne.”

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, it’s Maddie Fenton.”

“Mrs. Fenton, how nice to hear from you again.”

“Put it on speaker,” Tim mouthed.

All of his children stopped what they were doing and paid attention. Bruce almost left the room but knew that would make them more curious and force them to find destructive ways to eavesdrop. With a silent sigh, he did what Tim told him to do while giving them.

“How may I help you, Mrs. Fenton?”

“Danny has agreed to a DNA test. When do you want to do it?”

His children perked up at the new information.

“As soon as possible,” he answered. He wanted to be a part of Danny’s life and wanted written proof Danny was his. “I have ways to do a discreet DNA so the media won’t catch wind of it.”

“Hm, that’s fine. How does tomorrow work for you, Mr. Wayne?”

“Tomorrow’s fine. I’ll pick you up—”

“No need,” Mrs. Fenton interrupted, “Tell us where we have to be, and we’ll meet you there.”

Her voice was neutral, if a bit off-putting. Bruce gave the name and address of the hotel where he was staying. While Bruce would’ve loved to have used the Batcomputer to do the test, he knew he couldn’t explain it to the Fentons. Instead, he got a trusted company that would keep the secret to do it and were on standby.

They would come to the hotel, take a sample and have it back to him in 72 hours.

“We’ll be there at 9 o’clock. Oh, and Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes?”

“It doesn’t matter what that test says. Danny is a Fenton. He’s our son. Ours. We’ve raised him; we’ve been his parents for the past eight years. So, if you try to take him from us, you will have a fight. Your money doesn’t scare us. We will do anything for Danny. Anything.”

“Mrs. Fenton, I would never want to take Danny away from the people he loves. I want to know if he’s my son and how I can help him. If that means he stays with you, well, that’s his decision.”

“Hmph,” she huffed, “We’ll meet tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“That went well,” Tim said.

“She feels I’ll take away her son. It’s only natural for a parent to want to defend their child,” Bruce said.

He may not show it most of the time, but he would protect his children with his dying breath, and if anyone tried to take them away from him, well, he would move Earth and Hell to get them back. He could blame the Fentons for wanting to protect their son from him. If anything, it made Bruce feel better that his son had found such loving parents.

“Now, where were we with these Anti-Ecto laws?”

He would protect his son however he could.

____

Two boys ran in the park with a dog chasing after them.

Damian watched them and felt envious. He could’ve had that with Danyal if he had looked for his brother after he went with his father. Instead, he had removed his brother so far from his mind that Damian had completely forgotten him. Even when he started getting along with his adopted siblings, Danyal never entered his thoughts.

Respawn suddenly came to his mind.

He still remembered his joy when he found out he had a blood brother, not an adopted one. Danyal still hadn’t crossed his mind. There was so much joy for a half-brother who wanted to kill him when his twin had been left alone and forgotten.

The two boys began wrestling with each other, giggling the whole time.

Would Damian and Danyal have had a normal sibling relationship if Damian had brought him home to father sooner?

“What’s on your mind, baby bat?”

“Tt, nothing, Richard.”

“He’ll come around if you show him you want him in your life.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

Richard shrugged, “Then we leave him to be and protect him from afar.”

Damian frowned. He didn’t like Richard’s solution. He wanted his brother to come with them so he could mend the relationship. So he could show Danyal how much he’s changed. He didn’t need a fake family; he had father and the rest of their siblings.

Damian was about to say so when an explosion rocked through Amity. Richard got up quickly and looked toward the direction of the explosion.

Green, Lazarus green plumes (always that accursed color) rose into the sky.

Damian didn’t think; he ran toward it. He knew his brother would be there and was determined to help.

“Damian, wait!”

With a slight twinge of guilt, Damian ignored his older brother. He couldn’t afford to wait. He had a brother to help.

It's been a few busy months for me. First, depression hit me like a wrecking ball. Then, we moved, and I started a new job, and the next thing I knew, it was May.

I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thanks for reading

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[lucifernme]

Part two of Tim drake angst.!!

Thank you so much for your patience and support❤️

The Batcave was quiet.

It had been that way ever since they brought Tim home.

Not “peaceful” quiet—no, this was the kind of silence that clung to the walls like mildew. The kind born from guilt, and grief, and the paralyzing realization that no one had noticed he was gone for four days.

Jason hadn’t been able to sleep since they found Tim. He hovered like a ghost in the background, watching Damian spar, watching Cass pace, watching Bruce analyze DNA samples for the hundredth time, trying to prove to himself that he hadn’t failed—when all the evidence said otherwise.

No one said it aloud. But they all felt it.

We left him there.

Tim didn’t speak.

He moved. Ate. Showered. Functioned. But he didn’t speak.

Not unless directly asked. Even then, answers were clipped—two or three words, max.

When Bruce asked him if he remembered what happened, Tim looked him dead in the eye and said, “Don’t worry. I catalogued everything.”

That was worse than no answer at all.

At night, they heard him.

Tim’s room was insulated, protected. But trauma didn’t care about soundproof walls. Some nights there were muffled gasps, sometimes quiet sobs, sometimes… screaming.

Once, Bruce found him huddled in the hallway at 3 AM, pressed into a corner like he was trying to vanish into the drywall. His knees were up, arms around them, forehead resting on bone.

He didn’t even flinch when Bruce approached.

“I was trying to get water,” Tim had whispered hoarsely, eyes hollow. “But I saw the window. And I—”

He couldn’t finish.

Bruce didn’t ask him to.

The tracker had worked the whole time. That was the part that cut deepest.

“They knew, Bruce.” Tim’s voice cracked during his first full sentence in days. “I left it in. They should’ve found me. I… I waited.”

Jason had punched the wall so hard it broke. He didn’t even register the pain.

Tim wouldn't go to the med bay anymore. Too sterile. Too many flashing lights and quiet beeps that reminded him of the room Ra’s had kept him in after the third day.

So Alfred moved everything up to Tim’s room. Medications. IV stand. Monitoring equipment. Everything.

But none of it could measure what was really broken.

One night, Dick brought Tim a stack of case files. Nothing urgent—just puzzles. Things Tim used to love.

Tim looked at them for a long time. Then he said, “You want me to help you?”

Dick frowned. “No—no, that’s not why I—”

“You want me to be useful again.”

“Tim, I—”

“You don’t know how to be around me if I’m not working. If I’m not fixing things. Solving the shit you guys always fuck up.”

Dick opened his mouth, but Tim just laughed. A brittle, joyless sound.

“I was dying, and all I could think about was how many problems were gonna pile up without me. And guess what, Dick? I still wasn’t enough to come for.”

Dick left the room shaking.

Cass was the first one he let touch him.

It wasn’t planned. Just… happened.

Tim had fallen asleep in the library, wrapped in a blanket, fingers twitching from some half-dream. When he startled awake, body tensed like a coiled spring, Cass was already there. Sitting beside him.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t ask.

She just slowly reached over and brushed the hair out of his face.

Tim didn’t flinch.

Didn’t move.

But his eyes welled up, and he turned toward her and sobbed into her shoulder.

She held him until sunrise.

Bruce wanted to kill Ra’s.

Not arrest. Not interrogate. Not outmaneuver.

Kill.

But Tim stopped him.

“I need him alive,” he said one day, unprompted.

Bruce stared at him. “Why?”

Tim’s voice was flat. “Because if you kill him, then I never get to win.”

They had to tell the League.

Not everything. Not the details. But enough.

Enough to know that Ra’s had crossed a line, even by their standards. A child. Tortured. Violated. Not for power. Not for leverage.

But because he could.

Diana had tears in her eyes.

Clark had to leave the room.

“Have you remembered everything?” Bruce asked quietly one night.

Tim looked up from the mug of chamomile tea Alfred forced him to drink every evening.

“Yes,” he said. “But I’m not giving you all of it.”

Bruce blinked.

Tim didn’t elaborate. He didn’t need to.

Some things weren’t for justice.

Some things were for survival.

They tried to schedule a therapist.

Tim didn’t go.

Jason offered to take him to his own trauma counselor, a woman who’d helped him years ago.

“I’ll think about it,” Tim said.

He never brought it up again.

The nightmares didn’t stop.

But one night, he didn’t scream. He sat up, panting, heart racing… but he didn’t cry. Didn’t shake. He got up. Got dressed. Walked downstairs.

Bruce found him at the training mat. Fists clenched. Mouth set. Eyes burning.

“Teach me how to beat him,” Tim said. “The right way. No swords. No assassins. No League tricks.”

Bruce hesitated.

“I won’t be a victim twice.”

And Bruce nodded.

Every step was a fight.

But Tim Drake had always been stubborn.

Ra’s had taken everything.

But he hadn’t taken Tim’s mind.

He hadn’t taken Tim’s fire.

And he sure as hell hadn’t taken Tim’s family.

Not for good.