the disregard for Belly’s happiness is something I expect from the other side, but is so disappointing when it’s your own fandom

the fear/expectation that Jere’s character is going to be dismantled and denying that because you know the show has a narrative to push but not saying a word about the potential destruction of Belly’s character to further said narrative and expecting of it of her because she broke Jere’s heart in season 1 - and not considering, oh this is fucking bad writing too

The DISCONNECT

Show Belly, I’ll always love you, and that C endgame is not it for you

i've been keeping a list of possible prompts for you and there's one i have no memory of adding that just says "courtesan nmj????" so i guess that's the prompt you're getting lmao

What Does the Fox Say - ao3

“Second Madame Nie!” a disciple shouted, rushing into her little garden. She didn’t recognize him, but he was solidly built and well-muscled like most of the others – truly, the Unclean Realm was a rapturous feast for one with eyes to see it. Yum, yum. “Second Madame Nie, I have bad news!”

Boo. She hated bad news: bad news meant she’d have to do something, usually, and right now she was seated very comfortably in a pleasant piece of sun in the garden path that’d been made up just for her and to her preferences, with her feet up on a chair and a full plate of fruit from the kitchen on the table in front of her just begging to be devoured, morsel by delicious morsel.

Her schedule was packed!

“I regret to tell you, but your husband has been killed!”

“Oh,” she said, frowning slightly. “Has he? How obnoxious of him.”

How unreliable. Men.

She sighed.

“Second Madame – Second Madame – you don’t understand!” The disciple was all red-eyed and weepy, which was a look she liked, especially in big, stout men like this. The salt added a bit of spice to the whole thing. “You must flee at once! He was killed by Sect Leader Wen in an act of outright aggression – Sect Leader Wen has declared war – the Wen sect is invading!”

She nodded and picked up another lychee to start peeling it. She’d get around to fleeing in her own time. As long as this Wen sect or whatnot was being led by a man, she wasn’t terribly concerned.

“They intend to wipe out the inheritance of Qinghe Nie! They will rip out the child in your belly!”

She hummed noncommittally. Really, how attached was she to having a child of her own? Really?

“They will slaughter civilians – execute Nie-gongzi –”

Her hands stilled.

“What,” she said, and the disciple took a step back automatically, proving that he, at least, had something more of a survival instinct than her late husband did. “Hurt my little meat bun? My darling rice roll? My savory zongzi?”

She stood up, diminutive height and over-large belly and frilly clothing doing absolutely nothing to diminish the vaguely menacing aura that darkened the sky around her. She bared her teeth.

“Who does this upstart Wen dog think he is?!”

The disciple blinked owlishly, but nodded, seeming relieved that she’d finally accepted his concern, though she could see on his face that he was thinking that her reasoning was – characteristically – a little strange. But then again, and she could see this thought process on his far too honest face, it was well known that the second Madame Nie been quite strange ever since Sect Leader Nie had found her in some lonesome place with no family or background and brought her back to be his new wife nevertheless.

Such a charming man. Pity about his loss, really.

“You have to flee at once, we can’t possibly fight so many people,” the disciple said once more, and this time she nodded in agreement. “We can escort you to a hidden exit –”

“No!” a little voice called. “We can’t go.”

She turned to look, and there was the little pork-and-shrimp dumpling himself, chubby-cheeked and earnest-eyed, looking as delicious as always.

“What do you mean, fish cake?” she asked. “Of course we have to go. Didn’t you hear what this strapping young man said? This Wen person wants to kill you!”

“If Father is dead, then I’m the sect leader,” her stepson said. He was serious and solemn in a way that made her want to pinch his cheeks and bury her face into his belly to blow raspberries, and also possibly to eat him right up, flesh and marrow and gristle and all. “That means it’s my responsibility to preserve the Nie sect.”

“Nie-gongzi, no!” the disciple cried, throwing himself to his knees in a dramatic display of loyalty. “You would only die – far better for you to run, and live!”

“Then isn’t the same true for everyone else?” the tasty little dish asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Possibly he was trying to put on a fierce expression, maybe, she couldn’t quite tell sometimes. He was so cute. “Why should I live, and them not? I refuse to buy my life with their deaths!”

“But – Nie-gongzi –”

Her charming little honey cake shook his head and held up a hand to stop the disciple, turning to look at her instead.

“Second Mother,” he said, and he had that wholesome trusting expression again that was such a perfect little one-shot-kill to the heart, ugh. “You always said you’re the best at hiding. The best in the world, no one better among all the gods or demons!”

She was, too. She couldn’t help but preen a little, proud.

“– can’t you do something?”

“Oh, darling cabbage bun,” she said, not without fondness. “I can hide myself from even the net of Heaven itself if I so choose, from gods and demons alike, and I can most certainly hide a small group from any mortal eyes that dare to look, if you don’t mind being a little tiny bit dishonorable about the business. But an entire sect? That’s a bit much, even for someone as talented and skilled as me.”

Her stepson looked up at her, all straight-steel sincerity and upright righteousness wrapped into a perfectly edible little snack-sized package. “If we split them up, the sect could be small groups,” he said eagerly. “Couldn’t you do something then?”

He was so cute, and he trusted her. He trusted her, believed in her, felt that she could perform miracles with a wave of her sleeve if only she so wished.

It was awful.

She couldn’t bear it.

“Oh all right, you nummy little slice of roast pork belly,” she said, yielding. “But I’m telling you now, it won’t be the least bit honorable! There’s only so many excuses you can come up with for having a lot of strong men with wide shoulders and women with thick thighs hanging around, and not a single one of them has the slightest bit to do with what you people consider to be appropriate.”

“That’s all right. Preserving human life comes first, always.”

The disciple looked between them, clearly completely confused. Clearly all his effort had been spent on developing the muscles in his arms (quite nice) rather than his brain (quite slow).

“What?” he said. “What’s happening?”

“We’re saving the sect,” Nie Mingjue announced happily, clapping his hands together. Too precious, too precious entirely; she’d have to make sure no one else even thought about going near her darling little snackling. “Tell everyone to prepare to evacuate.”

“That will take too long,” she said, and smiled, with teeth. “Let me call some friends to help.”

-

When the Wen sect arrived at the Unclean Realm, they found the gate open.

That was unexpected enough, but when they entered, they found that the entire place had emptied out – not just of people, but of everything else, too. There wasn’t a single intact chair or table in the entire place, not a scrap of cloth nor a bit of food, like it’d been swept clean by locusts or wild monkeys come to pilfer whatever they could.

Even the paving stones where arrays had been laid out by the Nie sect’s ancestors had been pried up and carted away.

Sect Leader Wen ordered a search, but there wasn’t any trace of it – of the people, of the stuff, anything.

No one ever found out what happened.

-

Jin Guangyao despised social events, he’d found.

It was one thing when it was something he’d planned himself, where the work was interesting enough to distract him, but when he was an honored guest for someone else…miserable. Utterly miserable.

The only thing more miserable was when the host was his erstwhile father, from whom he’d forcefully extracted recognition. With Wen Ruohan as his backer, indulging his favorite torturer as if a beloved pet, there wasn’t much Jin Guangshan could do to refuse, and neither could he force Jin Guangyao to do anything on his behalf, either. And so Jin Guangyao, sitting as always by Wen Ruohan’s side, right beneath his sons, was now an honored guest at his father’s house, getting offered his pick of prostitutes as if the man had no notion of the irony.

Maybe he didn’t. Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite tell if his father had just forgotten his origins, thinking his bastard son too unimportant to remember the details of, or whether it was meant as a deliberate insult – who could tell?

“Oh, right,” the simpering idiot in front of him, a nephew or cousin of some sort to the sect leader, said. “Our dear Jin Guangyao is known not to like the gentle flower queens, even when they come from the finest houses in Lanling. Isn’t that right, cousin?”

Jin Guangyao’s fists clenched. A deliberate insult, then.

Despite that, his face remained neutral. Instead, he chuckled and said, “The appeal is limited. After all, I have seen the best of them.”

Beside him, Wen Ruohan nodded and smirked. He appreciated Jin Guangyao’s devotion to his mother, though Jin Guangyao suspected it was because he thought it funny that Jin Guangyao would bother to honor such a lowly woman – but what he thought didn’t matter, not really. All that mattered was that he let Jin Guangyao pay his respects to her to his heart’s content.

“Well, you’re in luck!” the idiot Jin Zixun said, looking absurdly smug. “We have something of a different flavor than the usual tonight – we’ve invited entertainment from the local branch of Splendid Spring.”

Jin Guangyao barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes.

The Splendid Spring Palace was a series of brothels that had popped up fully formed just about everywhere some years back, with madams and girls and musicians and bodyguards of all sorts. It was so patently a political move that Jin Guangyao had barely bothered to pay attention to it once he’d become actually powerful, and Wen Ruohan hadn’t paid attention to it at all. After all, in the unlikely event that the business really was backed by a cultivation sect that didn’t care about its face any longer, anyone who needed to use such a façade to gather power was clearly beneath notice.

Jin Guangyao had paid only very little attention, but to different and unusual aspects of the place: by all accounts, they were surprisingly decent employers as far as places like that went. They didn’t steal girls or accept unwilling goods – they had some connection with the merchant caravans, or at least one of the companies that helped coordinate routes and provide protection to such things, and they were as meticulous about checking things over as they were about seeking refunds if they were dissatisfied – and they did accept married girls fleeing unhappy marriages, which not everyone did. They did buy up all the girls in the local markets wherever they were, but they swept them away and brought them back transformed, even the ones that wouldn’t sell because they were too ugly; Jin Guangyao assumed that meant they had people who were talented in make-up and clothing, since the usual rumors of the girls being blessed with a yao’s enchantment were obviously ridiculous and nothing more than the usual marketing gimmicks that brothels since time immemorial had tried.

Even once they had the girls in hand, the places were pretty decent: they had physicians on staff to help with the usual side effects of the business, made sure their girls were clean and healthy, and were said to even limit the number of customers a girl would be obliged to take on in a given evening…honestly, knowing as he did the brothel business, Jin Guangyao sometimes wondered how they’d managed to bespell enough people to even make money in the early days. At any rate, whatever they’d done, it’d worked, because by now they had a solid enough reputation to trade on.

In short: a decent enough place, far better than the usual run of the mill. Once he’d had the ability to do so, he’d even pulled a few strings and arranged for the better of his mother’s old compatriots to end up there, since he couldn’t convince them to leave their old professions behind entirely.

Anyway, if they also seemed to have a sideline in information brokering and assassinations, well, let them. In the cultivation world, where the only thing that mattered was strength, real strength.

A little thing like that wouldn’t make any real difference.

Or so Jin Guangyao had thought.

He found himself re-thinking that, though, when the entertainment in question came out. There were the usual set of attractive (albeit in a wider variety of shapes and sizes than usually seen) dancers, dressed up in silks that seemed actually high quality, and plenty of strapping young men carrying sabers – dancers as well, once assumed, to provide some spice to the entertainment, and implicitly on the offer for men who cut their sleeves or women with more flexibility, like widows or ones with especially permissive husbands. Wen Ruohan’s wives were in that latter category, and they were already whispering to each other excitedly, looking at them.

They’d even brought in the local madame, who was…

Well, she was actually breathtaking, even by Jin Guangyao’s extremely jaded standards. She had hair that fell almost all the way to her ankles, shimmering in the light, and dark eyes shining with liveliness, a smooth and ageless face that simultaneously suggested youth and health but also winked at knowable experience, the features characteristic of what his mother’s employers had called the ‘fox-face’. As if to emphasize that, the lady was wrapped in fox-fur and draped in embroidered brocade, with little stylized foxes running up and down the hems of her clothing and along the gazy silk draped on her shoulders.

It ought to have looked absurd, looked gaudy and overwrought and overdone, but it didn’t.

She was a thousand dreams of wealth and beauty and power and sex appeal all wrapped up in one, and even Jin Guangyao – who was in his personal preferences quite firmly a cutsleeve – couldn’t help but intrigued by her, wondering what it might be like to touch the hem of such a glorious creature.

And next to her…

The lady was accompanied by two men that seemed completely different from each other. One was a slender and winsome young man, fluttering his eyelashes from behind a fan with a charming smile, emanating the appeal of softness and weakness, ready to be indulged. While the other…

Jin Guangyao swallowed.

He was the exact opposite of the first man. Clearly strong, muscular and powerful, and tall to the point of towering, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a chest that you could lean your head against and an ass that begged to have someone’s hands on it – and there were his hands, big and broad, perfect for holding someone down or up if they so wished and of a size that was very promising as to what was only hinted at under his clothes. His face was hidden behind a veil as if he were a woman, marking him, like his comrade, as one of the available courtesans of the Splendid Spring, but his body was visible under clothing clearly cut to put it to the best advantage.

And oh, what advantages it had…!

“It seems we found something to the tastes of dear cousin Guangyao after all,” the idiot said mockingly, sniggering and snorting like the pig he was, and for once Jin Guangyao didn’t even care.

“Who’s the woman in front?” Wen Ruohan asked, ignoring their interplay. He seemed utterly fascinated, almost spellbound, and Jin Guangyao couldn’t blame him one bit. If this woman had been at the same brothel as his mother, there wouldn’t have even been room for jealousy or shame; his mother would have gone straight up to her to ask for some tips. “She seems…familiar, somehow.”

“That’s the madame of the Splendid Spring,” Jin Zixun said proudly, as if he’d done anything at all in relation to this – nonsense, of course. Everyone know which brothels were backed by the Jin sect, and Splendid Spring wasn’t one of them. He was acting as if he deserve a pat on the back just for the introduction! “That means she’s not for sale.”

His smile faded a little, twisting in a small bit of bitterness. “Or so she told my uncle, anyway…although I’m sure if it were Sect Leader Wen asking, the answer would undoubtedly be different.”

Probably because Jin Guangshan couldn’t slaughter prostitutes with impunity if they said no to him, whereas no one could stop Wen Ruohan from doing any damn thing he pleased.

Wen Ruohan grunted, pleased by the answer – he was a possessive man, in the rare events that he did exert himself in the realm of women, and there had been more than one instance where he’d stolen away some girl his sons had been eyeing first just for the joy of having had her first – and raised a hand, catching the lady’s eye and gesturing for her to come over, which she did.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She laughed. “You can call me Hu Jiuwei. With the ‘Hu’ being the character for fox.”

Jin Guangyao tried not to choke. There were false names and then there were false names – the lady’s theme was already clearly related to foxes, given her fox-face and fox-fur lining and the foxes embroidered onto her robes. Was the over-the-top name really necessary?

“It’s a fake name,” she added, unnecessarily.

“I see,” Wen Ruohan said, sounding a little choked himself. Possibly it was the woman calling herself ‘Foxy Ninetails’ and then kindly reassuring them all that the name was false as if she thought them too dumb to figure it out that was tripping him up a little. Jin Guangyao couldn’t tell if she was doing it deliberately in order to make her frankly inhuman beauty a little less frightening, or maybe she was blessed with so much beauty that she hadn’t bothered to cultivate her brain at all. “Are you our entertainment for the evening?”

She smiled, and any complaints Jin Guangyao (or indeed Wen Ruohan) might have had about her intelligence faded away at once.

It was that type of smile.

You could wreck nations with that type of smile. Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but wonder: how had a woman this extraordinary ended up in a brothel, of all places? How had no one snatched her up to keep her all for himself before now?

“My sons and I –” she gestured at the two behind her, “– would be more than happy to provide you with all the entertainment you could possibly want.”

Her smile widened.

“We’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this for a long time.”

hellu, can I request how would Delinquents, teachers, and bullies react to female reader pepper-sprayed the twins for self-defense when they try to beat up reader?

Hello, it's been a while, I'm sorry it took so long- I've been dealing with a lot of school assignments and I can't lie that I have frequent breakdowns over this-

I'll try and upload the requests that I already have and see if I should open up for requests again, or leave it be closed until the waves of work I need to do gets less overwhelming.

I hope y'all are doing great, stay safe everyone.

I'll make this a very short scenario boo.

TW: this is basically a civil war at this point- // for each pair, I'll add a different context (since technically the delinquents aren't from the same institution as the bullies) // female reader // bullying // self defense // anxiety // bullying (verbal and physical) // mentions of stalker behavior and brief mentions of distrust and paranoia

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Triple Spice combo [Yandere!Teachers / Yandere!Delinquents / Yandere!Bullies x F!Reader - Scenario]:

🎇Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

So I'll explain what will happen- This is basically a post with three different timelines, each one based on each character type you're more interested in (example: you want some sour delinquents? You can follow the delinquent timeline and see how they react). Each follows almost similar circumstances, but still a bit differently to be able to fit for each individual timeline.

Come with me boo cause this one is long!

🎆: 🍒Bully's Timeline🍭

You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be heading to the same location as you, apparently they also studied there- Although it should have been quite obvious. You're not the type to confront people physically, and you don't really feel like capable of fighting people of on your own, but because with their constant presence in your life you started to feel the need to get yourself prepared for what was going to come- Especially since you didn't feel like you could count on anyone.

You bought pepper spray in hopes of being able to stop your tormentors from continuing with their sick game.

That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.

✳️🍒Bullies🍭:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

It was so fast and so painful that she couldn't even understand what just happened- Like- How dare you?! How fucking dare you?!! You think this is funny? This wasn't supposed to happen at all!

"- AAAAH!- what?- OH MY GOD-" Alexandra wasn't able to even finish her sentence, the pain was too much for her to handle. As she dropped to the ground trying to clean her eyes out, she couldn't help but feel confused as to what had even happened.

How could you do something so cruel to her?? Yes, she followed you, bullied you, made rumours about you, pulled your hair a couple of times and maybe she did throw insults towards you- But she didn't try to blind you!!

The worst part isn't even the humiliation she is going through, it's the fact you thought you would be able to pull a stunt like this and go away without any scars- She is so, absolutely livid by your stupidity.

Alexandra knows you must be liking this- And you know what? Enjoy your last free moments cause she will make sure you'll pay for it. She'll make sure to have a proper revenge under her sleeve, a proper punishment for harming someone like her in public.

Darling, darling, I hope you start looking behind your back from now on, never know what could happen when the person who is obsessed with you is just as insanely pissed off as they're madly in love with you.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

It was so fast and so painful that he couldn't even understand what just happened- Like- How dare you?! How fucking dare you?!! You think this is funny? This wasn't supposed to happen at all!

"- What- Oh my God I'm DYING!-" Adrien would be a lot more dramatic about it, even if he can articulate in great detail how much it hurts. In his panicked state, he started trying to wipe the substance with his sleeves- Which only helped to spread it more.

How fucking dare you not only hurt his precious eyes but also humiliate him on public like this?! What has gotten into you?? Yeah- I guess he did say hurtful stuff, followed you around to torment you, did throw stuff at you- But ya know- He didn't try to take your eyeballs out!?? Now that he thinks about it, he probably should have.

Adrien has a very weird view on your "relationship"- He thinks you're above him and so he must push you down, he loves you but being gentle with you will leave you to pull this kind of shit.

You're probably laughing to yourself now, the man is temporarily blind and you are laughing at him, you're somehow worse than he thought.

Still, he'll make you pay for it, don't worry about it dearest- You're fucked regardless. You tried to stand against him and now sadly he'll have to put you in your place again. Don't worry, it won't be so early- He still needs to prepare his plan.

Darling, darling, I hope you start looking behind your back from now on, never know what could happen when the person who is obsessed with you is just as insanely pissed off as they're madly in love with you.

🎆: 🍎Teacher's Timeline📕

You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be heading to the same location as you, apparently they also studied there- Although it should have been quite obvious. You're not the type to get physical when it comes to defending yourself, but you felt that you still needed to do something about it- You talked with the only person you could trust in this moment, since they were your mentor and you needed some guidance from someone that could potentially help you solve this out.

Their idea was to be able to personally see the harassment happening so they could have visual proof of who is doing what to you, hopefully being able to expel the ones causing you harm.

They personally gave you pepper spray in hopes that if they aren't near you to help you, you can at least defend yourself in some way.

That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.

✳️🍎Teachers📕:

→ Matthew Robinson:

Although you thought to be in a situation where no one would be able to help you- Causing you to use your only item of self-defense- That couldn't have been further from the truth, as Matthew has made sure to pay close attention to you after you came by and ask for his guidance. It was a call for help and he would have been a horrible mentor to not make sure you'll follow his instructions, and it seemed like you did perfectly fine.

He got to be present to not only see the ones causing you harm, but also to see how well you're able to take care of yourself. He was going to intervene as soon as he saw them come closer, but you managed to stop them all by yourself- Honestly he is very proud of you for being able to stand your ground.

Since Matthew was able to see them starting the aggression just like many other witness surrounding the scene, he felt like he had an argument strong enough to be able to properly punish your bullies- Of course he is aware that the Coldwells have a reputation for getting staff members fired for trying to reprimanding them, but honestly he has been inside this place long enough already.

Getting fired isn't his problem, his problem is not being able to give them what they deserve for frightening you, and even worse than that: He needed to make sure you would stay safe in and out of college- You came to him saying they were following you outside of your classes, so of course he'll be worried for your safety.

After expelling the Coldwells, Matthew will just need to find a way of keeping you safe and under his surveillance, you may need more guidance after all, and it would be extremely worrying to not have you by his side. He just needs to plan out a better schedule for you two, one where he can be more present in your life after you're done with your classes.

I wonder what plan comes to his mind.

→ Madeline Allen:

Although you thought to be in a situation where no one would be able to help you- Causing you to use your only item of self-defense- That couldn't have been further from the truth, as Madeline has made sure to pay close attention to you after you came by and ask for her guidance. Madeline has been following you while you walked through the school's halls as she recorded every interaction you had with any of the other students. After you called her for help she entered full protection mode, she was set on getting your tormentors expelled.

However, Madeline hasn't been inside the institution to be able to earn the trust of the other teachers, or even the principal themselves- She needed some evidence and better witness testimony than those from students who were terrified of getting in trouble with the bullies around this place. You could say she had a guess as to who could be causing you trouble but she wouldn't be allowed to take action unless she could prove their identity and involvement in bullying you.

She gave you the pepper spray hoping you would feel less worried, to feel calmer in knowing you had not only something that you could use against them but also to symbolize how she would be there for you if you needed. Seeing you using it for the first time as you spray in the eyes of the culprits made her realize that she was in fact correct. Of course it's them, right?

If there is something wrong happening in Amaryllis, you can almost always pin it for being the Coldwell's fault. Bullying it's probably the least surprising thing this little demons have been accused of- Still, their rein over this institution and your worried little mind ends today, she doesn't care if she lost her job or if they try ruining her life by blackmailing her and such-

They can try but she is pretty sure they won't have any luck finding her, what can I say, she is good at burning evidence. What worries her though it's what will happen to you if they ever try to take their frustrations out on you again. She can't allow that to happen, you'll end up getting hurt and she'll feel awful if it was because of her interference in the case.

You need her help after all, right? You did come to her asking for guidance, and clearly you know nothing about physical self-defense- You clearly need someone to take care of you dearest. She needs to plan this out carefully, not only so the twins aren't allowed in school's grounds but to hopefully be able to guide you even if she is not your teacher anymore. But how could she have you near her everyday after classes?

I wonder what plan comes to her mind.

🎆: 🍋Delinquent's Timeline🐍

You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Fortunately for you, they didn't seem to go the same college as you did- Yet what you should have known was that nothing in life could have been so simple, you would still see them again over and over again after that incident. You started to feel anxious knowing that they were probably stalking you to know exactly when and where to find you, and since you already have to deal with going to a horrible institution and fearing for your own safety everyday.

You bought pepper spray so you could defend yourself not only from your stalkers but also from any possible classmate that could end up trying something weird with you.

That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.

✳️🍋Delinquents🐍:

→ Jackson Macnee:

He doubts you noticed that he was there when that happened, he doubts that you even care if he is staring at you at all- He always thought you were probably too scared of him to even tell him to stop, most people aren't scared of his appearance but are at least aware of his title, so they at least respect the path he walks. He is already used to this.

But let me tell you, to see the Coldwells come so near his territory seemed pretty interesting at first- Until he discovered why they were dumb enough to come here. He didn't know you were being bullied, let alone by these brats- He did notice you had changed your behavior recently, although he didn't pay any attention to it because he thought you were just getting accustomed with the way things work around Saint's Bernard hellhole of a place.

He was hoping that maybe you were just having issues with settling in- It is a rough place after all, and although he wishes deep down to be able to help you feel stronger he still feels like he shouldn't make you do something you don't want to. If you wished to talk to him, you should just go straight to him (even if he is aware of how terrifying that could be).

However, Jack was so far from the truth. His assumptions were confirmed fake after he saw the twins Coldwell treat you like he treated him- It was unbearable to watch, it was like he was seeing his past collide with his present self, you were reminding him of all the things he hated about himself, while also bringing his blood to boil in a desperate need to help you out. Yet he didn't need to do anything about it, you managed to defend yourself on your own.

It wasn't as rewarding to watch as he wanted it to be, but you sure did crack their ego pretty badly- He shouldn't have doubted you, after all he has been stalking you for so long, he should have known what you were capable of doing. Still, he doesn't trust the Coldwells enough to just let them run away like that, they would probably come back soon.

In the meantime, this should be a good excuse to get to talk with you, right? You clearly need some actual training, some flimsy pepper spray bottle isn't going to stop them from coming back. I hope you're ready to be trained by a lovesick delinquent, he won't be soft until he knows you can stand on your own.

→ Jannette Sartorius

She doubts you noticed that she was there when that happened, she doubts that you even care if she is staring at you at all- She always thought you were probably too scared of her to even tell her to stop, most people are scared of her. She is trying to get used to it.

Janette thinks she has every reason to observe you from afar, you're beautiful and you seem too precious to be in a place as horrible as this one, it must suck a lot for you to be somewhere like this-Seeing people like her.

She considered calling you to join her gang, but she is sure that you'll probably deny the offer- Physical confrontation was never your thing right? She can respect that.

Although you don't talk with her, or even interact with the other students at all, she did notice you were acting a bit more- Reclusive these days. Something was wrong, and sadly she would have to find out about it way too late.

Janette didn't know the twins personally, she knew they were rich and famous but- Yeah, she didn't really care about knowing anything about them, they're just some pretty faces amongst the others in the fashion industry. She does envy them a little bit, but tries to avoid anything relating to them since she feels self-conscious looking at their pictures. Now she has a new reason to hate their porcelain faces, they were stalking you.

They were stalking you and taunting you, and if you didn't do anything to stop them she would have already jumped in. They were alone, and honestly she doubts they have any idea of how to go one on one with someone- There is no way these brats have any experience in fighting, right?

Well, she didn't get to know that since they ran away after you sprayed their faces with pepper spray, clever girl.

She knows this is probably not the end of this, they did threaten to come back and hurt you for defending yourself. But you know- She doesn't plan on letting that happen, not again. Consider yourself lucky cause now you just got a new best friend who I set on protecting you.

Is there something wrong with that? Aren't you happy with being her friend? Well, you could just go to "girlfriends" if that's what you want- She wouldn't mind it at all.

Janette prefers to take care of you without you having to watch her beat someone's ass- But she could teach you a few things if you wished to, hey, spending time with someone so cool it's always nice, so of course she'll take every chance she can to spend as much time with you as possible.

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could i get some headcanons for what the THH cast would call their s/o? yknow like babe, darling or sweetheart stuffs like that please & thanksss!!!

... Hewwo <3

Aaa, this is so cute!! I know I said my character limit is five, but I just couldn't resist doing this one! I wasn't sure if you wanted the male cast or female cast, so I did both!! I don't write for Hifumi, Despair!Junko and Mukuro though, so I'm sorry if you wanted them to be here too. I wrote for Junko in a non-despair AU, so she's still in this, just not despair-crazy.

I hope you enjoy it, my buttercup baby! <3

- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺

HCs for what nicknames the THH cast use for their S/O!

The guys :

Makoto Naegi :

Now this boy.

This boy is very pure.

He likes calling you kinda generic, but still sweet stuff like honey, baby, sweetie, dear, etc!

He usually just calls you by your first name though, and uses nicknames when he's being super romantic. It's either on purpose or totally on accident, and there's no in-between.

I can just see you two being out on a date, and you catching him staring at you-

You ask him what's up and he hits you with the:

"It's nothing! You just look amazing, as usual, honey."

How can he be so smooth and yet easily embarrassed? No one knows I-

Byakuya Togami :

He calls you dear, darling and honey a lot!

Only when you two are alone though, like Makoto he usually just calls you by your first name.

He likes to keep any sort of intimacy private.

He sometimes uses very teasing nicknames.

Yeah he's a jerk like that.

Like, if you're short he WILL call you pipsqueak, no I don't make the rules-

He never wants to hurt you though, and he will stop if you ask him to!

He just likes teasing you because your reactions are cute. <3

Mondo Oowada :

Babe? Babe.

He calls you babe a lot.

He also uses very?? Pure and cute nicknames!

Like angel, babydoll, bunny, all that sweet, tooth-rotting jazz.

His favorite is angel though.

Angel, angel face, angel baby, any variation, you name it!

Like, you can be as nice or as mean as you want and he would still be calling you angel.

OH and if you're chubby he would 100% call you marshmellow!! Because you're just so fluffy and cute!!

You're so so precious to him and he wants you to know that!

Leon Kuwata :

BRUH THIS-

I-

This dude calls you nicknames more than your actual name.

He's probably used every nickname in the book for you at least once at this point.

Your name don’t exist no more sorry-

His nicknames range from cute stuff like boo, sunshine, cutie, gorgeous, love, etc

To him calling you dude, man or bro, mostly as a joke.

Mostly.

He also likes calling you things like hot stuff and good lookin’!

He also 100% called you a smurf once. No matter your height. You are now a smurf.

He also called you nicknames before you started dating (if you were comfortable with that, of course!).

Kiyotaka Ishimaru :

Now, Taka's a little shy when it comes to nicknames.

He's shy about relationship stuff in general to be honest-

But he REALLY likes calling you honey, precious, dearest or my love when he feels super lovey-dovey or romantic.

He also calls you sunshine every time you wake up.

Expect a "Good morning, sunshine! How was your sleep?" from my mans right here like every morning-

He's just a precious boi. <3

Chihiro Fujisaki :

SO SO PURE ABSOLUTE BABY.

He calls you such cute stuff!

Like tater tot, sweetheart, darling, lovely, cinnabun and many more!

He also sometimes uses nicknames related to his talent, to joke around a bit.

Like pixel or byte, especially if you're short like him!

The tone of voice he uses whenever he calls you a nickname just makes your heart melt.

He's just,,, so smol and happy,,,

*mod Rantaro crying noises*

Yasuhiro Hagakure :

Ok so hear me out-

He names you after conspiracy-related stuff.

Mostly cryptids.

Like he also uses regular nicknames like babe, hun or baby-

But like,,,

He also calls you Ness/Nessie, Yeti or Bigfoot, and he sometimes calls you my fortune when he’s being all lovey-dovey.

Maybe Chupacabra when he’s especially chipper, because Chupacabra’s just a fun word to say.

The girls :

heehee chupacabra

EDIT: THIS COMMENT HAS BIG BRAIN ENERGY RIGHT HERE SO I HAD TO ADD IT:

Kyoko Kirigiri :

She really likes giving you nicknames, but is often too shy to.

So she usually just calls you by your first name, like Makoto and Byakuya.

She really likes calling you sweetie, though.

You may’ve expected something that sounds more elegant, but she likes giving you super cutesy nicknames!

Some other examples are muffin, my lovely, fawn, and more!

When you’re in a more public setting she does tone down the cuteness though.

Usually goes for my darling or hun.

Aoi Asahina :

Also someone who uses nicknames more than your actual name!

And hot take-

All of Aoi’s nicknames for you are based on sweets and/or things you would find at a bakery.

She loves sweets, and she loves you, so why not combine the two?

She calls you sugar, honey buns, cookie, and sometimes my little powdered donut.

She also sometimes uses those overly-affectionate, annoying nicknames just to see how hard you’d cringe at them-

Sakura Ogami :

She’s super affectionate and modest with her nicknames!

She usually adds “my” in front of the nickname she’d give you.

My love, my darling, my treasure, my precious, my dearest, etc.

She feels like it’s more intimate by adding the “my” at the start.

Like she’s closer to you when she does that.

Whenever she uses a nickname, you can tell how much she adores you by just her voice alone.

And she also likes using the nickname blossom (heehee).

Because Sakura... Blossom... 👉👈

It sounds cute to her-

Celestia Ludenberg :

Celestia’s very passionate whenever she calls you something that isn’t your name.

She usually uses the names of flowers or fruit to nickname you.

Peach, cherry, plum, daffodil, rosebud, peony... Stuff like that!

She thinks it sounds pretty.

She also likes calling you kitten!

It has a similar sentiment to Aoi’s nicknames (nicknaming you after something they love), and besides you’re as cute and precious as a kitten too!

Her voice is very soft when she calls you something romantic, and she likes taking your hand when she does!

Sayaka Maizono :

She LOVES nicknames!

She thinks they’re just so cute!!

And she uses cute nicknames too-

Like baby, gumdrop, lovely, the list goes on.

She just likes cooing at you and calling you something cute!

Like: 

“You’re so sweet, lovely!” 

“Baby, you look amazing in that!”

So she usually compliments you, then adds a nickname to give it a more affectionate kick!

Junko Enoshima (non-despair) :

Dear buttercup, I’m warning you.

Junko has literally no concept of shame-

She loves pointing out just how hot you are!!

You could be in the middle of a giant mall and she’d just be going OFF-

She likes using nicknames like hottie/hot stuff, sugar lips, luscious, tasty, all that.

And if you get flustered, get ready because it’s only getting worse.

But sometimes, she goes soft and calls you stuff like cutie or sweet cheeks.

Toko Fukawa :

Toko’s nicknames aren’t exactly endearing all the time-

And she’s very reserved, so most of the time she doesn’t even nickname you.

When she does though its usually something like dummy, stupid, idiot or even egghead.

She doesn’t want to insult you, but it is a defense mechanism of sorts.

Like, you compliment her and her self-hatered just goes “no❤️”

So she tells you: “S-shut up, stupid!”, or something like that.

But way further into your relationship, when she gets comfortable and knows she can trust you, she calls you dear or honey.

Maybe cutie but shhh it’s only when you can’t really hear it

Woo, that was super fun!  Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3

his two girls

your one year old baby is the most precious and adorable little creature harry and you have ever encountered and you are the most precious and beautiful woman Harry has ever laid his eyes on

[this is really short but I haven’t write anything in a while so i hope this dad!harry piece will make it up to you:)]

**

“Dada!”

Harry peers his eyes off from the laptop to the empty hallway, hearing his baby’s little footsteps running towards his office. A small smile appears on his face, shutting his laptop close as he waits his baby to approaches him.

This normally doesn’t happen to Harry. Before Elora, Harry would never ever abandon his work or emails, even for you and the two of you often argued about that. Reassuring you with kisses and dinner date as an attempt to make it up to you making your heart melt and gave in.

But now after Elora was born, there is nothing in this world that Harry wouldn’t do for her. Nothing. She has him wrapped around her tiny finger, the pout and squishy chubby cheeks that Harry has completely smitten over won his heart multiple times and he hates how whipped he is. You often remind him to not spoil her too much or else she’ll grow up to be a spoilt daddy’s girl that always have to get what she wants.

Yet, Harry doesn’t mind,

“What is it pumpkin?” He asks, rising up from the seat as his small baby making an appearance in the doorway. A baby pink bodysuit clads her chubby figure with two tiny ponytails. He sometimes calls her ‘Boo’ from Monster. Inc because she looks so much like her.

“Dada” she repeats, giving him a toothy grin as she spreads her arms, wanting him to carry her. “Up up”

Harry looks down at his babygirl, chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. “Is tha’ wha’ you want little booger? For me to carry you? A little menace you are” he grabs her under her armpits and huddle her close,

“Where’s mommy, baby? Hm? Have you seen her?” He questions, walking out of the office and struts downstairs. He catches a feminine figure standing in the kitchen, cooking one of his favorite dish. But you haven’t realized he’s here yet,

“Momma” your baby squeaks out, chubby hand holding on his shoulder but her eyes looks over at your figure,

“Mommy is busy cooking at the moment bub. Let’s do something fun, yeah?” He suggests, walking over to the living room and set her down on the floor,

He grabs a few of her toys. My Little Pony figures and tiny cars for her to play. He sets himself down in front of his baby who’s busying herself with the pink unicorn toy.

“Wanna watch something too, bub? What do you want to watch? Elena of the Avalor? Dibo? Moana? Barney?”

Her big brown eyes looks up to him as soon the name Barney falls from his mouth. His lips twitches into a smile in a realization that his baby wanted to watch the purple dinosaur and sing along with her daddy.

“Okay baby, let me search it for you.” Grabbing the remote, he goes to the Internet searcher and types few of barney episodes. Soon the familiar intro rings through, making Elle snaps her head towards the screen.

“Who’s that baby? Who is it?” He prompts his baby cutely who has a big smile on her face,

Clapping her hands, her tiny butt rises from the floor repeatedly in attempt to dance making harry laugh. “ ‘arney!” She yelps cutely, continuously to clap her chubby hands,

His tattoed arm makes it’s way to gently brush the hair on her head, careful not to ruin the hairdo. “That’s right baby, that’s barney!”

Elora continues to let out adorable baby voices and nonsense words that Harry cannot understand but who does? He’s just happy that his baby is happy. The last time he has seen her was a long time ago and he feels like a bad father who keeps missing out on his own baby’s life.

Even you. God, words cannot properly describe how much he misses you. Nights consisted only him sleeping alone in different hotel rooms that doesn’t smell either of his two girls. They smell strange and unfamiliar. Like any hotel rooms should have smelled. It didn’t feel right.

Harry sometimes wonder how could you survive the chaos throughout being with him. Six years you two have been together. Facing through the storm and heavy rain alongside eachother. The beginning of your relationship with him was not easy. Some of his fans— who he doesn’t even wanna call them that— are constantly up in your ass about the ‘Larry’ theories. It disgusted him in so many ways but he knew that they won’t stop no matter what he would have done. That wasn’t even the worst part.

He knew about the fans who compared you to his past flings. Kendall, Nadine, Camille, Taylor have always been the most beautiful creatures in their eyes. Telling Harry behind the screen that he made a mistake by choosing a path with you. But the thing is, he didn’t. He didn’t make a mistake by starting a family with you. If only they knew the horrible things his exes had done in the past— and now— but he finds that necessary to talk about it now.

They are beautiful, yes. He wouldn’t lie about that. But you? God have mercy, you are fucking gorgeous. Your figure, your features, your mind, your soul, your smile, your laugh, your ability to make people laugh, he can go on and on what he finds gorgeous about you but they’re too many.

And then, he has this baby. This smart, adorable, multi-tasking baby that can anything she wants from her dad just by giving him the ‘look’. He still can’t believe that you and he had made baby elora. He still can’t.

“Momma?” He hears his baby speaks, her eyes are now looking at you in the kitchen. “Momma!” She yells with a big smile,

Hearing a cute and familiar voice speaks out, you turn your head around. Grinning to yourself and turn the stove off before making your way towards your handsome husband and your adorable baby,

“Found little one running to my office. Thought something happened. Turns out she only wanted me to carry her” Harry jokes, tickling the side of her chubby belly a little causing her to let out the most adorable baby giggle ever making both of your hearts swell,

You sit down next to him, smiling over at your baby“Did she? Did you run and interrupted Daddy, baby? Hm?” You ask in a baby voice, smothering her cheeks with your kisses making her giggle uncontrollably

Pulling away, you grab her tiny hand giving it butterfly kisses. “I think she misses you. She’s glad you’re here.” You say without looking at him,

He smiles, kissing his baby head. Sighing soft to himself. Picking her up from the floor and place her on his lap, bouncing her to keep her distracted “I’m glad I’m here. Don’t wanna be away from the two of you anymore. Couldn’t bare it.”

The way he speaks like that feels like he’s in a pain. Or more like he’s guilty. Ever since he came home from tour and sees how big Elora have gotten while he’s away, he feels like a terrible father. Six months after Elora was born he went out on a tour for 8 months. The only way he could only see the two of you is through skype and it hurt him a lot. The band heard him cry in the dressing room each night before the show. They feel bad but there was nothing they can do about it. It’s his job, he had to do it regardless.

Before he had you and Elora, he believed that the fans are everything to him. He couldn’t live without them, because if it wasn’t for them then who was? They gave him everything.

But now that changed. He met you. Talked to you the first night the two of you had met and he fell hard. Like, really really fucking hard. He knew you were the one for him. His instincts were never wrong,

And now, here he is. Married to you and have a beautiful and adorable babygirl. His priorities changed drastically since then. No one could ever tell him differently.

“H..” you start, brows furrowed at how pain he looks at the moment. He’s not looking at you anymore instead setting his attention to his daughter who has her tiny mouth wrapped around his ring cladded finger, chewing and leaving a drool on his finger tip. But he doesn’t stop her,

“You are the best father, i and Elora could’ve ever asked for. You had done everything for the two of us, please don’t ever think you aren’t good enough. You have a job, darling and you must fullfill that. As your wife, you have my 100% support on this. I married you, remember? I knew all the consequences that came along. I knew all of it. I love you, baby. I will never stop.”

He pulls off a small smile after, looking over at you with his eyebrows raised in reassurance. Though knowing that you wouldn’t lie about something like that to him. He trusts you.

“Yeah? Still feels like i haven’t given the two of you enough. You girls are the loves of my life. Don’t know what i would do if i didn’t see you that night at the party.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” You say, half joking. Thumb rubbing small circles on your baby arm,

He frowns, shaking his head quickly. Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “No. I wouldn’t. You are the most kindest, beautiful and sexy wife, God has ever given to me. I’m very thankful for that. I was glad to matched up to your standards.”

You laugh a little at his cheesy comment, six years of being together he still managed to get you to blush like a little schoolgirl. You love that feeling.

“How about this. You and i don’t have to go to work tomorrow? Let’s go to the Zoo. Elora has been whining about wanting to see the elephant and giraffes. Then we can go eat ice cream and watch a movie. How’s that sound?” You ask, running your hand through his short hair making him sigh in a bliss.

He smiles at you, eyes fulled with adoration and love he has for you and he doesn’t ever want to give someone else that look. Ever. “I’d like that baby. Finally, a full day with my two favorite girls.”

Smiling, you lean towards him and kiss him softly on the lips. You can feel him smile against your mouth as he mumbles the word, ‘i love you’.

Your smile gets even wider, and before you get the chance to say it back, you hear a small whimper coming from your baby. The two of you pull away and sees her mouth forms into a pout, wanting a kiss too.

Harry and you laugh at your cute baby, knowing just what to do to get her parents attention.

“Alright alright, baby. Come join the family kisses.”

The Joker x Reader - “Gotham’s Villains Awards”

Once a year, all Gotham’s elite underworld gets together to recognize the best of the worst among them. After working so hard to create mayhem and chaos,it sure is nice to enjoy an event created just for that.

Harvey Dent is hosting tonight’s event. It is a chance for Gotham’s underworld elite to come together and celebrate the mayhem and chaos they create every year. You and The Joker are sitting at a table close to the stage, sharing the space with The Penguin and his girlfriend, Anita and Harvey’s wife, Sophia. Since he is on the stage, can’t really join you for the evening and that’s fine with J. He keeps on talking to Oswald and you chitchat with the girls.

“Are you going to try for another baby?” Anita asks because you hang out quite a bit so she knows the story.

“Yes, we are actually trying again, I really want a girl,” you sigh, thinking about all the pink, cute stuff you can buy for a little Princess and you can’t since you have 5 boys.

“And…how are things going?” Sophia elbows you, snickering.

“Great, can’t complain; J is such a stud, he could get a rock pregnant!” you praise your partner in crime.

Plop! An olive bounces off your cleavage and falls on your plate. The Joker was eavesdropping (like he always does) so he had to get your attention.

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he purrs from across the table, winking and goes back to his conversation.

You smile, blushing a bit and scratch your arm, flattered.

“I love my kids, don’t get me wrong,” you address the women, “but a girl in the ocean of testosterone would be nice.” They laugh, amused and you have to say it: “I think it might be something wrong with J’s genes - he can only make boys.”

Plop! Another olive bounces off you.

“There’s nothing wrong with my genes, Pumpkin,” he growls, annoyed. He wants to continue with a rant but the first award of the night is coming up. They never show the nominees, they just present the winner to avoid further confrontations between all the crazy people in there. If you don’t really know who you were up against, then things won’t get out of hand. Hopefully.

Harvey Dent clears up his throat and announces:

“The first award of the night is Best Car Chase of The Year. And the winner is… Mister J for the third year in a row!”

“Ha! I won again!” J gets up, leans over the table to kiss you and you are so excited for him. Pictures taken from the surveillance cameras all over Gotham show the Purple Lamborghini followed by the Bat mobile on June 15th, when you and J robbed 7 banks in one night. J goes on the stage and Harvey hands over his recognition.

“Thank you!” his deep voice resonates in the huge room and the speakers tremble from the husky tone that makes you shiver with adoration. You are about to lose your shit; he looks so dashing in that silver suit. ”All I wanted to say is: Batsy’s a jerk!!” The whole place goes insane! Everyone is clapping, whistling and get on their feet, chanting his name. He smirks, victorious, enjoying being the center of attention and points towards you: “My wife was with me that night so half of this is hers.” You almost faint with exhilaration and blow him a kiss while he feels the need to clear up something:

“And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with my genes!” Not a single soul was phased by the random sentence because they are all a bunch of mad weirdoes. Nothing fazes them since they are used to awkwardness; they actually clap more.

Your husband returns to his sit not before kissing you again, then bites your neck fast and really hard.

“Auch!! That hurts,” you complain, pouting, covering the red mark.

“Good,” he whispers in your ear. “That got you pregnant, Doll. Since I can get rocks pregnant, maybe this worked also,” he sniffles your hair, aroused, then fights with himself to get away and returns by Oswald’s side.

“Our next award recognizes the good work of our trusted sidekicks,” Two Face underlines. “The award for Henchman of The Year goes to… Jonny Frost! He couldn’t be here tonight due to his need to recovery from the 3 bullet wounds he sustained on a mission in…in…” Dent goes through his papers, not finding the information.

“New York!” J shouts, rolling his eyes.

“Huh?”

“New York, man!” The Joker yells louder.

“Oh, New York,” Harvey finally understands. “Anyway, we wish him speedy recovery so he can go out there and create more trouble. It is fair to assume Mister and Misses J will take the award to him.”

“No, I don’t want to!” J sulks, irritated.

“Of course we will,” you wave at Harvey with a smile, nodding a yes.

Oswald distracts The Joker with some questions and Sophie inquires about a detail she always wanted to know.

“Say, Y/N, how did you and Mister J met?”

“Ahhh…” you take a deep breath, touching your burning cheeks from the precious memory, “…he stole my heart.”

“Oh my God, how romantic!” both women squeal with puppy eyes.

“No, he literally stole my heart. I was delivering one I found on the black market for a transplant a senator’s father needed, can’t remember the name but he had the money,” you quickly add, “ …and J stole it from me; he thought I had diamonds in there. Isn’t that sweet?” you giggle and they follow. “I have no idea how he got my number, but after an hour he called, pissed about what he found when he opened the box. I had to give him half the money promised to me in order for him to return that heart for delivery. J is a very good negotiator; the whole time he talked to me on the phone he made these sounds that got me all worked up. He��s such a flirt; I had to take a cold shower after the phone conversation.”

Plop! The olive bounces off your shoulder and you take it from the table and eat it, licking your lips in the process. The Joker flashes this huge silver smile and everything fades: you so want to jump over this table and rip his clothes off but can’t.

“The next award of the evening is Best Dressed Male Villain of The Year. And the winner is…The Riddler!”

“Booooo!” J protests, unhappy he didn’t win that one. But, come on, the Riddler looks cute because they let him wear his trademark outfit in prison. Nobody else was that lucky. “The Riddler can’t be here tonight, he’s still incarcerated at Arkham,” Harvey informs.

All the ladies in the room go awwwww.

“Ha!Ha!Ha!” your husband cracks up, thrilled about The Riddler’s misfortune.

“Wasn’t someone designated to get him out of there?” Dent asks the crowd and they look at each other, confused. The Joker coughs, sipping on his brandy. He was appointed for that task but didn’t give a shit. “Anyway, we’ll keep it for him until he’s back,” the ex-senator concludes, continuing with his task. “Next, one of the lovely ladies will be up here to join me. The award for Best Dressed Female Villain of The Year goes to…Poison Ivy!”

“Booooo!” you get upset because you didn’t win but your objection disappears under the ruckus her presence on stage creates among the attendance. “What the hell?! She just has a bunch of leaves hanging down her butt, what’s the big deal?!” J sees you are cranky so he gestures for you to go to him. You sit in his lap for a little bit; it always makes you feel better no matter what.

“You’re the best dressed for me, Kitten,” he winks, caressing your thigh. “Though I like you undressed mucchhhh better,” J corrects his sentence, breathing on your neck and you sure need another cold shower right now.

Harvey is announcing Best Explosion of The Year that goes to Mister Freeze for the simultaneous blasting of police headquarters in 6 precincts on May 14th but you don’t pay too much attention since J is the center of your universe for the moment. You seductively pull on his shirt’s collar, so attracted to him you would love to flee the event just to get it out of your system.

“Congratulations!”  The Penguin pats your back and you both get out of trance.

“Huh?”

“You won Best Villain Couple of The Year, get up there!” everyone urges you and the deafening applauses echo in your ears. You hold hands with The Joker and go collect your award.

“You’re so sexy Mister J!” somebody has the nerve to scream from the crowd.

“Thank you honey, ” your husband scoffs, fixing his perfect green locks. “Who said that?!” you snap, scanning the women and they don’t give out the guilty party.“I’m gonna  blow your brains out!” the threat follows and all the psychos are aware you mean it.

There are some roars and whistles coming from men as your possessiveness takes over, then:

“You look so hot when you’re angry, Y/N!”

Your face turns from frowny to ecstatic in just one second:

“Thank you, darling!”

“Who the fuck said that? “ J takes over the microphone, his blood boiling with jealousy. “This is my woman; I’m gonna stab you 50 times and enjoy it!!!” Nobody gives away the offender and Harvey manages to calm down the commotion to some people’s disappointment: they would like to see some shit going down tonight.

For the rest of the evening you fret, keeping a close eye on J and he does the same with you. Nobody takes away what’s yours! He believes the same but doesn’t share, of course.

You really started relaxing a bit after dying of laughter: when Bane was climbing the steps towards the platform to accept Best Heist of The Year award, he tripped on the red carpet and fell on his face. Jeez, did he have a tantrum or what?! Almost as good as The Joker, but nobody beats him. Pretty close and nice try.

Two more hours pass by and it’s finally time for the last award of the evening: Nemesis of The Year.

Dent flips his coin once, opens the envelope and puffs:

“And the award for the fourth year in a row goes to The Batman!”

“The asshole won!” J claps his hands, chuckling like a maniac. People are booing, discontent to hear the name but it’s the tradition to recognize the best from the opposite side, so… nothing that can be done about it.

“I’ll take it!” your husband offers without hesitation and he is handed the award: a gold statue of Gotham’s vigilante, about the size of an Oscar.

*****************

You creep inside the penthouse just to notice everyone passed out from exhaustion: your five sons are cuddled around the 3 henchmen appointed to babysit tonight, scattered on the couches all over the living room. It really looks like a battlefield: probably they played villains and cops again. Yep, there it is: your oldest son (he’s 12) is wearing a Batsy outfit. Your youngest (he’s 2 and a half) is wearing a policeman outfit. You can’t see the others because it’s too dark.

“Ssstttt,” the Joker covers your mouth when you attempt to go and wake them up, this way they can sleep in their beds. “Let them be, we gotta celebrate. I wanna have sex!” he drags you after him and you kind of regret not kissing your kids good night and kind of don’t. You sneak inside one of the bedrooms upstairs, the furthest on the hallway for more privacy, which a lot of times is hard to obtain  with 5 offsprings.

“Kittyyyy, “ J purrs, running his hands down your back, “Come to Daddy.”

“Mmmm…” you enjoy his touch, unbuttoning his shirt. “You teased me all night long, it’s outrageous!”

“Bad girl!” he slams you against the wall when your hand stops on his crotch.

“Dammit!” you mutter, exasperated.

“Wha’ ? What is it? I’m ready to go, what’s the problem?! Nobody is faster than me! Are you trying to say I’m not fast enough?!” his ego kicks in and you don’t even know where he gets all these ideas from.

“It’s not that and you know it, my blue eyed pretzel,” you pull him in your arms, disappointed you didn’t remember sooner.

“Then what is it?” he pushes himself into you so hard you can’t breathe.

“Ummm… we forgot to deliver the award…” you yawn, slowly blinking.

“Crap!”  J gasps, stomping his foot. “I was too horny on the way home to think straight!”

“Me too…” you are fast to whine. “But the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and full around…”

“Uhhhhh, “ he groans, releasing you and walking funny towards the door. “Be quiet and let’s hurry up, Princess!” ******************

Bruce Wayne is driving around Gotham’s streets in his Bat Mobile, making sure they are safe. Suddenly, a huge Batsy signal illuminates the night sky.

What does Gordon want now?! he sighs, tired and not in the mood.

Once he gets to the top of the building, there’s nobody there. The scanner discloses nothing either. But there is something under the reflector. He approaches and bends over to grab the gold statue representing him. A small handwritten note under it. He unfolds it and reads: “There’s nothing wrong with my genes!”

What the hell is this? he asks himself, puzzled. Bruce has an idea about who left that there.

The Batman looks closer to see the inscription on the award: Nemesis of the Year.

“Hm,” he huffs, “I won again.”

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Long Lost Love: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Kai x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping

Word Count: 2498 aka a lot longer than part 1

PART ONE | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Today, there’s a free music festival going on in the lovely city of New Orleans. The weather is amazing and all you see is happy faces surrounding you. Freya joined you and Kol, then ended up heading back home after a couple of hours to help out Elijah. Klaus was miles away taking care of what he called ‘business’.

As you were dancing to the upbeat music with the rest of the crowd on the freshly cut grass, Kol left to buy the two of you a beer. Wine was never your thing.

Moments later, you were at a loss for breath from all the dancing, so you stepped aside from the crowd to quickly rest. Admiring the music and soaking up the sun felt just amazing, but that fun soon vanished because a hand covers your mouth and you quickly pass out.

Finally, you wake up sitting on a chair. But this time, you aren’t at the festival. You are in an unfamiliar place, an empty warehouse from the looks of it. The first thing you tried to do was stand up and stretch, but your hands were tied behind you with vervain ropes. It stung like a motherfucker. “What the hell?! What is this?” You said aloud to yourself.

You hear footsteps approaching you, so you turn to face whoever it is. “You’re awake! Great!” The stranger says. He was a tall, dark male wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” You wiggled your wrists, but the vervain only pierced your skin once again.

“You’re Klaus’s precious sister in law right?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“Do you see a ring on my finger? No. At least not yet.” You spat.

“Who cares. I needed someone to get to him. And you were the easiest target. Poor Kol is probably wondering where you are.”

“Well Klaus isn’t in town. And even if he was, screw you.” You looked at him in disgust. There was no way you were going to rat out Klaus’s whereabouts. Especially to any enemy. No matter the consequences.

“Feisty one you are. Damn!” The man yelled in amusement and you scoffed at him. He sure was annoying.

“Since you won’t tell me where he is. Maybe this will help.” You furrowed your brows at his statement, then suddenly, his eyes turned yellow, revealing his fangs and didn’t hesitate to take his time sinking his teeth into your neck. The pain took over you, making you scream your lungs out. A werewolf bite is lethal to vampires and you thought to yourself how dead you are.

Finally, he stopped, but the dead weight of his body laid on you and the next thing you know, you see Kol above him, ripping his heart out of his back. Kol then threw his body off of you like a piece of trash.

“Oh my god, Kol. Thank goodness.” You sighed in relief. Your boyfriend sure is your savior.

“Hello darling.” Kol smiles as he’s wiping the blood on his hand to his shirt, then he quickly goes over to release your wrist from those damn ropes. He can handle the stinging of vervain way better than you can. “That’s a rather nasty bite you have there. Are you alright?” He added because he didn’t see it healing.

“Yup. Werewolves.” You shook your head as your were watching your wrists heal.

Kol cups your cheeks with his palms to draw your attention to his face. “I’ll call Nik so that he can cure that godforsaken bite.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, then reaches in his pocket for his phone to call Klaus.

“I should’ve listened to Elijah when he said for me to keep viles of Klaus’s blood. Now look where I am.” Luckily for the Mikaelsons, a werewolf bite won’t ever kill them, you were the odd one out.

“Not to worry, darling. He’s only a town away, last I heard.” Kol put his phone to his ear, waiting for Klaus to answer.

“Douchebag.” You sneered, looking down at the man that kidnapped and bit you.

“There you are, baby girl!” You flinched from the loud voice that wasn’t Kol’s. You couldn’t believe who it is. It was no other than your ex boyfriend, Malachai Parker walking in. This has to be the side effect of the werewolf bite making you delusional. But no, you noticed that Kol sees him too. “Out of all places you could be. New Orleans? Really?” Kai added, tilting his head in confusion.

You were speechless. Frozen. How is Kai he even here? The last time you saw him was years ago when Damon separated his head from his body. But you have to admit, he damn sure looks good.

“I’ll ring you later, brother.” Kol says to Klaus over the phone and hangs up. Kol looked confused as ever at the fact that you didn’t deny knowing Kai and you just stood there not saying a word.

“And who the bloody hell are you?!” Kol asks angrily.

“I’m her lover, duh. Cool accent by the way.” Kai jokes, then approaches you to look at your bite but Kol stops him by pushing his hand on his chest.

“Pardon?” Kol narrowed his eyes at Kai.

“Hmm...Did I stutter? Yeah. I don’t think so.” Kai quickly grabs Kol’s hand and siphons his magic. Kol tries to fight it, but he failed as he was weakening to the floor.

“Stop! That’s enough!” You vampire sped up to your boyfriend and your ex boyfriend, putting yourself in between the two. “First of all, how are you even here?” You asked Kai.

“Long story, babe. But please tell me who is this vampire that is that’s getting all worked up. You got a body guard now?”

“Kai, this is my-” You paused. “-boyfriend, Kol. He’s an original.”

“Yeah originally annoying. But ouch. I have to admit, that cuts deep.” Kai fake pouted on the outside, but on the inside, he was pretty hurt that you moved on while he was stuck loving you all these years. “And don’t tell me he’s the one that turned you. That was supposed to be my job.”

“Yes. But it’s been years, Kai. Years.” You over exaggerated the word 'years’ because it’s really been that long. “I’ve moved on. Not to mention, you killed Jo. You killed all of those people. If you ran off with me instead we wouldn’t even be in this position.”

“This is enough. It’s no time to reminisce, love. Leave him be.” Kol looked at you while grabbing your waist, then looked at Kai. “Leave her be.”

“At least let me siphon her nasty bite.” Kai implied.

“She-WE don’t need your assistance. My brother’s blood will happily do the trick.” Kol glared, pulling you closer to him. Jealousy definitely took over him that he had to be stubborn.

“Kol, it’s alright. Let him help me.” You insisted.

Kol took a deep breath, scowling at Kai. “Fine. But make it quick.”

As Kai is siphoning your bite, he whispers in your ear. “This is what you really want?”

You looked back and forth between Kai & Kol. The old memories with Kai flooded your thoughts, but you fought it, replacing it with memories of Kol instead. “Yes Kai. This is.” You said while making eye contact with Kol. You knew that he was listening. And finally, that werewolf bite was all gone.

“Alrighty then.” Kai turned you around so that he’s hugging you from behind, then cloaks the both of you. 

“Let go of me! Let go of me now, Kai!” You instantly try to free yourself from his grip but he was too strong, especially with the help of him siphoning some of your magic as well while he’s holding onto you. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” Kol cries out for you. He looked around 360 degrees and couldn’t see you or hear you, but you were right in front of his eyes.

“Don’t worry, babe. Your little boyfriend can’t see you. Boo hoo.” Kai’s voice started to fade as you were passing out from his constant siphoning.

(1 Hour Later...)

Waking up feels like deja vu. Only this time, it was your ex kidnapping you for your affection, not some stranger looking to kill you. Instead of waking up in that warehouse this time, you were on a bed in what looks like a hotel room. Kai was sitting on the edge of the other bed waiting for you to wake up.

“So....How was your nap?” Kai asked smiling.

You instantly vampire sped up to him, grabbing him by the collar. “Kai what the hell is going on?” You were so enraged that your eyes turned red and veins started forming under your eyes.

“Aw, someone’s groggy from their nap.” Kai joked, but you weren’t laughing. 

“This isn’t a fucking joke. You kidnapped me! My supposed-to-be-dead ex boyfriend kidnapped me!” You shouted, tightening your hold on his collar.

“Okay okay. First of all, you can let go of me now.” Kai uses his strength and grabs your arms, pushing you so that you’re sitting across from him on the bed, then he started walking back and forth from the nightstand to the TV. “And secondly, I just missed ya, puddin. I thought maybe we can hang without that Mikaelson pest that you’re grossly screwing.” 

“And how do you know that I wont try to escape?” You straightened yourself sitting on the bed, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Trust me, sweetie. You won’t. Because if you do, i’d happily put your boy toy in a sleeping spell how I did Elena.”

“You wouldn’t.” You exhaled through your nostrils, giving Kai a death stare.

“Oh I would. And good luck asking Bonnie for the spell because last I heard, her and the Mikaelsons aren’t exactly buddy buddy. Unless, she and rest of your gang know about you being with Kol Mikaelson.” 

Kai was right. Bonnie and the rest of your friends would like Kol dead just as much as Kai. Not to mention, the part where they have no idea that Kol is even alive. There’s no need to get them involved in this funny business at all.

"Okay, so basically you kidnapped me in hopes I’ll fall in love with you again? Yeah Kai, that makes perfect sense.” The sarcasm in your voice was hard to miss. The word ‘love’ triggered Kai. He stopped his pacing and sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

“You know I’ll never in my life hurt you. A day, all I need is a day. Maybe two to make up for lost time. And if you still want to be with that pathetic vamp, then I’ll let you go.” Kai frowned.

“Okay fine. Deal.” You agreed. “At least let me tell Kol that I’m safe. I know he must be worried.”

(Meanwhile…)

“We need to find her!” Kol commanded to Freya, breaking his bourbon glass he had in his hand. His voice was so loud that you can probably hear it all around the compound.

Freya had her witchy knick knacks laid out on the table including a map and your hair brush to try and locate you. “Just calm down. I’m trying. But he must be using a cloaking spell on her because it’s like she doesn’t exist.” Freya made known.

“What’s going on? What’s with this shouting, Kol?” Rebekah rushed into the room.

“Y/N’s past lover took her and vanished because she chose me.” Kol said as he was pacing back and forth.

“What? Who?” Rebekah asked.

“Some wanker named Kai. What I heard, he was dead and now he’s alive.” Kol turned his attention back to Freya. “Please Freya, I must find her.” There was desperation in Kol’s eyes as if he was afraid. Either he was afraid to lose you to Kai or he was afraid that Kai will hurt you.

“Do you think he’ll hurt her?” Freya started to feel worried at how upset her brother is.

“How should I bloody know?” Kol started losing his patience.

“Trust me, he won’t. That boy loves her.” Rebekah implied. 

At one point you’ve told only Rebekah all about your relationship with Kai because she was always there whenever you needed an ear. There was no way you were going to vent to Kol about him. She’s also confident in her answer because from personal experience, no matter what goes down between Marcel and the Mikaelsons, Marcel would never lay a hand on Rebekah because he loves her.

Kol’s phone starts to ring in his pocket, so he quickly took it out in hopes that it’s you calling. Lucky for him, it is you that’s calling, Kol’s eyes lit up and he answered it immediately. “Y/N. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m safe. I don’t know exactly where I am but don’t come looking for me.” You informed Kol.

“What? Are you mad? What has he done to you?”

“He needs me for two days and if I try to leave or if you come for me within that time span, he’s going to put you under a spell that even Freya can’t reverse. Kai won’t hurt me. I promise.”

“So the two of you expect me to just do nothing and wait for you to come home then?” The thought of you spending time with Kai made Kol sick to his stomach. You’re his and only his. He doesn’t want anyone else getting in the way of that.

“Pretty much.” 

Kol snapped. “That’s rubbish! You tell that bastard I’ll tear him limb from limb if he dares to lay a finger on you.”

“Kol, I love-” Kai takes the phone from your hand and breaks it in half. Tossing it behind him on the middle of the bed.

“Wow. He sure is violent.” Kai felt no guilt disrupting your phone call.

“You’re so annoying.” You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow, smacking Kai in the chest with it. This is the man you have to put up with for the next 48 hours. You felt terrible for how worried Kol is going to be, you’re just hoping that he doesn’t lash out and go on a killing spree or something.

“Yup. But remember, you loved me at one point and I’m hoping to bring that spark back you know.” Kai smirked. 

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. Yes, you did love Kai at one point and part of you will always have love for him, but you have Kol and he’s just an outstanding lover and friend. From listening to your gossip to telling you how much he loves you before bed and even making you coffee every morning.

“Alright come on. Go freshen up.” Kai patted your thigh as he lunged off of the bed. “We’re going out.”

I’d Do It All For You

Harry sighs in exhaustion as he leaves one more kiss on Louis' forehead. He's so jealous of the boy currently snoozing away in bed. If he knew he could sneak back into his house tomorrow morning without his mum noticing, he would. But he's honestly too tired to sneak around and too tired for the inevitable argument that it would cause. He's not sure why his mum and Louis' step dad even care anymore about them sleeping together since Louis is already pregnant and they plan on getting married and moving in together this summer once they graduate. But both parents put a big NO WAY stamp on them staying together until their two precious twin girls, Layla and Libby, are born. It doesn't really matter anyway because Harry and Louis spend just as much time together as they would living together anyway. Harry has stayed at their new house getting it ready every night far past midnight as Louis gets to snooze on the couch, again making the curly headed lad severely jealous. He knows he can't help it, not really. Growing two human beings isn't easy and it's quite tiring, Harry can only imagine, as well as uncomfortable. Louis now needs help doing almost anything, getting up, using the bathroom, walking up or down steps, everything. And Harry really does feel sorry for him so the jealousy of getting to sleep is always quickly swept away. Harry has had to work harder these past nine months than he's ever had to in his entire life. He wakes Louis up every morning for school (because despite being nearly full term with twins-Louis refuses to stop going to school after his doctor told him it was safe to do so), goes to school himself, brings Louis home and helps him use the loo six times, fixes him a snack, and then Harry drives them over to their brand new house their parents bought for them for after the twins arrive and he works on every room in the house, putting together furniture and painting...it's absolutely exhausting. Harry's not one to complain but he can definitely feel that all these late nights and work are beginning to take a toll on him. Still..he's about to have two newborn daughters so he knows the work is just beginning for him. He rubs at his eyes as he drives home and can't help the yawns that escape him every few seconds. He can't wait to lie down and finally get some rest. He pulls up to his house and shuts his car off, entering his home as quietly as he can. "Harry?" His mum calls causing him to jump a foot in the air. "Mum! You scared me to death. What are you still doing up?" "What are you still doing out? It's after midnight, love." Harry sighs, pressing his face into his hands. "I know...Louis and I went over to the new house and I was working on the nursery..but then Louis got a really bad backache so I had to give him a massage and then he got hungry so I had to cook and you know.." "Poor dear. I know he must be so uncomfortable. But darling, you've got school tomorrow. You can't keep staying out this late every night. You need your rest." Harry groans. "I know, ok? Can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm not feeling great and I really want to lie down.." His mum frowns and he doesn't mean to worry her but it's true. He hasn't felt well since after the quick dinner he shoved down his throat between back rubs and helping Louis shower. He was hoping it was just from being over-full or eating too fast but he still isn't feeling very good and it's been ages since he ate. "Yeah? What's wrong?" Harry shrugs. "My stomach hurts and I have a headache. I'm sure it's just because I'm so tired.." He rubs his eyes with his fists and yawns. His mum puts a hand to his forehead and frowns harder. "You feel a bit warm." "M'just hot. Mum, it's late and I really want to get some sleep.." "Of course, love. Just take it easy, yeah? Maybe you and Louis can take a break from the new house and take a well deserved nap after school." Harry laughs at that. "Doubt it." And it's true. He still has to put the finishing touches on the girls' nursery and he's sure Louis will have a long list of things for him to do. He hates feeling this way because he doesn't want Louis to feel like he doesn't like caring for him. He does actually. He's loved every minute of Louis' pregnancy even when they first found out and were terrified. He's loved watching Louis' belly grow with life and feeling his daughters kick. He's even loved caring for Louis through morning sickness (although it was a bit gross) and rubbing his back when it aches. He knows it's all for a wonderful and beautiful cause and he wants Louis to feel like an absolute prince for the amazing gift he's giving Harry. But he's just so, so sleepy and now he's feeling off and he really just hopes some sleep will help him get back on track. He feels like a zombie going through his nightly routine and a relieved sigh leaves his lips the minute his head hits his pillow. It feels like only seconds later when his mum knocks on his door, waking him for school. He opens his heavy lidded eyes and immediately groans, curling in on his stomach. The ache that he had hoped would fade with some rest has only increased and his head throbs alongside it making him wince at the morning sun through his window. "How are you feeling darling?" His mum's worried voice asks, coming to sit on the bed beside him. "Exhausted." "Only a bit longer, yeah?" Harry sighs. "Yeah..then the real work begins." She laughs and exits his room allowing him to get ready in peace. He stumbles out of bed and goes straight to his medicine cabinet, pulling out some much needed ibuprofen and pepto bismol. He's hoping the combination will have him feeling a bit more like himself in a couple of hours. He brushes his teeth and ties a head scarf around his short curls, not feeling like styling it into a quiff and slips into a simple t-shirt and jeans. He walks downstairs and into the kitchen where his mum is busy at work making pancakes. He sighs and sits down at the counter, burying his head in his arms. He feels his mum rub his back and hears the clink of a plate in front of him. He takes one look at the plate and feels his stomach roll uncomfortably. He groans and lies his head back down. "Darling?" "My stomaaaaaach." "Your stomach's still hurting?" Harry nods. "I don't think I can handle eating breakfast this morning, I'm really sorry. I know you worked really hard on cooking them and-" "Stop Harry. You know I don't mind. Did you take any medicine?" She coo's, rubbing his back. Harry exhales a puff of air and nods, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Yeah...I took a pepto bismol and ibuprofen...packed some for school too." She frowns and places a hand to his forehead. "Do you think you should be going to school?" Harry sighs. "I don't have a choice. I've got to save up my absences for when the babies get here." "Just make sure to stay hydrated, ok? And maybe just come home after school." "Do we have any Sprite?" She nods and retrieves a can from the fridge handing it over to him. "Thanks." "Feel better darling. Call me if you need me." "I will." He won't. But it makes her feel better so he says it anyway. He retrieves his school bag and gets into his car heading toward Louis' house. He massages his tummy as he drives, face turned into a permanent grimace as the pain spreads through his whole abdomen. It's not even 8 AM and he's in a terrible mood and feeling ill. He makes it to Louis' house and steps out, knocking on the door. Lottie, Louis' sister, answers the door with a grin. "Hi baby daddy." "Hi Lots." He sighs. "Are you feeling ok? Your face is really pale." "I'm fine. Just tired. Where's Louis?" "He's tired too, I guess. We've all been trying to wake him for hours." Harry sighs, pinching his nose. "Guess you're both in a mood too." She says in a playful tone. "Sorry..this house is taking a toll on us both." "It's worth it. The house is beautiful and your babes will be here soon!" She squeals, "I can't wait!" Harry smiles softly. "Me neither. I'm going to try and wake him. See you in a bit. Need a lift?" "That'd be great." "Of course. No problem." Harry trudges up the stairs but stops at the top stair, placing a hand on his stomach with a groan. He shakes it off, annoyed at the fact the medicine he took isn't helping in the least, and stumbles to Louis' bedroom. "Lou? Wake up, babe." Harry hums, gripping onto Louis' dresser and massaging his temple. He opens his eyes and smiles at the boy cuddled up in bed, belly creating a hill in the sheets. He walks over to the bed and sits down, rolling Louis on to his side, knowing how dizzy the boy will be if he wakes up on his back. He rubs his back gently and bends down to his ear, wincing when the small movement makes his stomach hurt worse. He presses a hand to it and swallows thickly. "Wake up, Boo. We've got school." "Mmgh leave me alone." "I know you're tired, love. Trust me, I am too but we've got to get going." Louis whines. "My back hurts.." "I know, love. I know. Just sit up for me, ok? I'll get your clothes and everything ready and all you have to do is slide into your outfit, ok?" Louis sits up and crosses his arms, grumpiness covering his features. "I don't feel good..." Louis huffs, lying his head back on the headboard. "Trust me, I don't either but we've got to go to school." Louis wiggles, feeling guilty noticing the bags beneath Harry's eyes. "You don't feel good?" "I'm fine, don't worry about me, love." "What's wrong? Are you...are you just tired or-" "I'm sure that's what it is." Louis pouts. "Are you ok? I mean I can probably get up and-" He stops short when he feels a small cramp loop through his belly causing it to tighten up. He places a hand to the side of his belly and the other to the bed and grimaces, rubbing his hand to his side back and forth. "Lou? Are you ok?" "I'm fine. I'm fine, I'll get up and get dressed, ok? You just relax." Harry shakes his head. "No. You were in pain, what's wrong?" "It was just a small cramp. I get them all the time, it wasn't major." "What do you need?" Louis bites his lip. "I could um....I could use some water? That usually makes them go away." "Water. You got it." Harry slips out of the room and gets to the stairs before gripping the banister and bending over with a hand splayed over his belly. "Ugh...." He moans, scrunching his face. His stomach feels terrible. It burns and aches and it's making him feel nauseous. He can't be sick. He just can't. There's no time for it. He walks down the stairs and grabs Louis a glass of water and rushes back upstairs, ignoring the pulsing pain in his head. Fuck, he feels rough. He finds Louis on the bed with his shirt already pulled tight to his belly, attempting to pull his pants up. Harry sighs, rubbing his eyes and walks over to him. "Here babe..." He helps Louis pull his pants up and Louis hugs him graciously, belly pressed into Harry's aching one. Harry hugs back and Louis waddles to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Harry groans and lies against Louis' headboard, placing a hand to his tummy as it grumbles uncomfortably beneath his hand. He closes his eyes and attempts to breath steadily in through his nose and out of his mouth in attempt to quell his nausea. Louis is in the middle of brushing his teeth when the cramp from before returns, rolling over his belly painfully. He gasps and closes his eyes, gripping onto the counter, massaging the pads of his fingers into the side of his belly. "Hohhhh.....hohhhhhh....wooooo....woooo..." He breathes evenly until the pain fades. He shakes his head and sighs, peering down at his belly. It looks far lower than usual and the babies are moving around wildly. His back throbs and he bites his lip, pressing a hand to it and waddling back to his bedroom. He smiles softly seeing Harry snoring softly, head propped up on the headboard. He frowns when he sees the grimace on the boy's face and the hand on his tummy. He DID say he wasn't feeling well. He waddles over and places a hand to Harry's forehead. Harry jumps at the contact and his eyes fly open. "What's wrong? What do you need?" "I...nothing, love. You fell asleep." "Shit. Sorry. Do you need the loo or anything or do you want to head out?" "I don't need anything. Um...are you feeling ok? You looked uncomfortable in your sleep..." "My stomach kind of hurts but I'm fine, I promise. Please don't worry about me. We need to worry about you." Louis bites his lip. "Ok...I'm ready to go then." Harry nods and grabs Louis' hand, rubbing the other to his stomach. He helps Louis down the stairs and smiles softly at Lottie and Louis' other sister, Fizzy at the kitchen table. "Need a ride?" "Woah. You look shit." Fizzle says. Harry sighs. "Thanks..." "Fizzy! He's tired, leave him alone." "You just look huge." She says with a laugh. She puts a hand to Louis' belly and her eyes widen. "They're going crazy." "I know, they're driving ME crazy." "Your belly looks lower today, that's good news, right?" Lottie asks. Harry looks at Louis' belly and does notice it sits a bit lower on his hips and looks a bit less round than usual. The three Tomlinson's follow Harry outside to his car. Harry gets in after helping Louis in and puts his head on his fist, closing his eyes and massaging his temple with a sigh. Louis lies his head back and massages his belly as he feels another cramp wrap around it. "Woooooo....." He breathes, face in a light grimace. He rubs a large circle into his belly and grips onto the side of the door. "Hmmwooooooooo..." "Harry, turn on some music!" Fizzy says. Harry sighs, placing a hand to his tummy as the other rubs Louis'. "I don't really feel like music today, Fiz. I've got a headache." Fizzy pouts and turns to her discomforted looking brother. "Louuuuu tell him to turn on music! Libby and Layla love music!" "I actually agree with him, Fiz. I'm not feeling very well either and the girls are moving enough in silence." She humphs and crosses her arms in her seat with a deeper pout. "Well aren't you two in shitty moods." "Don't curse." Louis mumbles. "You ok, babe?" Harry asks, rubbing a hand over Louis' rounded belly. Louis huffs and moves about uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah...I just...my muscles are all tensed up." Harry frowns. "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry about your headache.." Louis says, rubbing his cheek, "You didn't tell me your head hurt. Did you take anything for it?" Harry nods. "And it didn't help?" "Stop worrying about me, Lou." The rest of the car ride is pretty much silent which Harry is quite thankful for. All four of them get out once Harry parks and the girls walk to their lockers while Harry and Louis head towards theirs. "Are you coming over after school so we can go finish up at the new house?" Louis asks, rubbing the side of his belly with a grimace. Harry sighs. "I don't know, Lou. I might take a break tonight. I really need some rest..." Louis scoffs. "And you don't think I need rest, Harry? I'm sorry I care about our kids." Harry rolls his eyes. "Can we not do this right now? I feel sick I'm not in the mood to do this." "Oh I'm sorry..do you think I'm feeling AWESOME right now, Harry? Because you knocked me with DOUBLE TROUBLE and now you don't want to come help me fix their rooms?" Louis explodes. He's not exactly sure where the tantrum is coming from but he's pretty sure his hormones are to blame. Harry sighs. "Fine. Yes, yes. I'll come over after school." "WOW THANK YOU, MR. GENEROUS. Now help me get to class." Harry scrubs his face and nods, grabbing hold of Louis' hand. He gets the boy situated in his desk and attempts to kiss him which Louis quickly dodges. Harry walks back to his locker and groans, placing his head on the cold metal and pressing a hand to his stomach. "What's with you?" His friend, Niall asks with a smirk. "My stomach is killing me, my head is pounding, I'm exhausted, and Louis' mad at me for no reason whatsoever." "Yikes. Well...I can help you with two of those problems. Need some ibuprofen and stomach meds?" Harry sighs in relief. "I would love some." - Louis huffs as his stomach cramps up as he's attempting to take notes. He grimaces and massages the heel of his palm into his side. The pain grows more intense and he gasps, pressing a fist into his desk and bending forward. "Wooooo...wooo...hmm...hmm...woooo..." He breathes as his stomach pushes out from him, quivering in his hands as it tightens up. It ends and he attempts to get his breathing back under control. A few students look his way and he looks down, face red from embarrassment. - Harry buries his head into his arms the minute he gets into his science class. His stomach is tossing and turning like mad and he's pretty sure he's going to throw up soon. He feels really miserable and doesn't know how much longer he can last at school. His stomach grumbles angrily and he groans, pushing a hand beneath his top and rubbing at the skin. "The medicine not helping at all?" Niall asks him, rubbing his back. Harry just groans back and Niall takes that as a definite yes. "We're watching a movie today, students." Harry takes a huge sigh of relief and closes his eyes. "But I don't want to see one head on a desk, you will need to take notes." Harry groans, today is just not his day. He sits up and takes a deep breath. "Ugh..." "You ok mate?" "I feel sick to my stomach...ugh....." He leans back in his seat and places a hand flat to his tummy, "Hoh my stomach is killing me...." "Rough day to me you mate." Niall hums. And yeah..he's never been more right. - Louis pushes his belly forward and grimaces, placing a hand on top of it. Just the short walk to his next class made his stomach ache with another cramp. His belly feels so tense beneath his hand and the babies inside go wild with each new pain. They're definitely getting stronger and he's having more and more trouble staying quiet from the pain "Hoh...hohhh...hohhhh..." He breathes, rubbing a hand over the top and massaging his sides, "Hohhhhhhhh...." The pain finally ends and he takes a deep breath again. He bites his lip. He's a bit worried now because his Braxton hicks contractions have never grown in intensity and these cramps definitely are. And he's almost positive they're getting closer together.. But he can't be sure and he's honestly too afraid to time them. Instead he attempts to go back to his work and ignore the oncoming pains. He feels another just as class is about to ends and huffs, rubbing the side of his belly as it heaves forward and presses down on his knee. "Wooooo...woooooo....hohhh...." He taps his foot in discomfort and scrunches his face as the pain increases, "Hohhhhh...." "Are you alright, Louis?" His friend, Perrie asks watching him in concern. Louis nods through the pain, exhaling sharply and rubbing a hand down his belly, "Just stomach cramps....think I need to walk around a bit.." The bell rings and she smiles. "Perfect timing." "Yeah...just perfect." - "Harry mate...are you alright? You don't look so good..." Harry's friend, Liam says, watching as his best mate walks into the room slowly. "I don't feel good..." He mumbles before burying his head in his arms. "You look miserable.." "I am...I haven't slept in months...and I feel like I'm about to throw up..." "What? Really?!" He nods. "My stomach hurts really bad..." "I'm sorry, mate. Maybe try to take a nap?" Harry sighs in relief remembering he's in study hall. "Think I will..." "Need anything?" Harry shakes his head. Just a bit of rest. - Louis is finding it increasingly hard to focus in any of classes. His tummy hurts really badly now and it's hard as a rock. He feels hot and sore and he really wishes he was at home instead of in a stuffy school without his boyfriend. He exhales deeply and grimaces when he feels another pain wrap around his belly. He rubs large circles over the skin as it tenses and heaves beneath his hand. "Mmmgh....mmmmmmmgh...." He groans quietly, hoping no one hears him and draws any unnecessary attention over his way. "Louis? Are you alright mate?" Niall asks him, "You aren't sick like Harry, are you?" Louis exhales and shakes his head. "No....no, m'just having really intense stomach cramps." Niall's face drops. "You aren't in labor, are you?" "N-no..no. Niall, I'll KNOW when I'm in labor." He scoffs. At least...he hopes he does. - Harry stumbles miserably into his next class and groans, curling his arms over his belly and leaning over himself. "Ohh my stomaaaaach..." He moans. "Mate..COME ON. You're nearly green. You NEED to go home." Liam softly commands, feeling sorry for his poorly mate. "What I NEED is to save up days until the babies come, Li...I can't be sick right now..." His bottom lip wobbles and Liam frowns. "You're putting too much pressure on yourself, Harry. You're making this so much worse on yourself. You don't think Louis will understand if you're ill?" - "Ms. Daniels? May I please be excused?" Louis whimpers as another cramp seizes up his belly. "Of course darling." She says with a sympathetic smile. Louis waddles out of the classroom with one hand plastered to his back and the other rubbing lines into the bottom of his belly. As soon as he gets into the hallway, he lies up against the wall and bends over himself a bit. "Ohhhhhhhhh...." He moans, after making sure he was alone, "mmmmmgh....ohhhhhh..." He grits his teeth and rubs both hands to his sides and over to his front. His belly feels like lead on his hips, heavy and solid between his hands and he feels an immense amount of pressure in his lower belly that makes nearly any position uncomfortable. The bell rings and he stands up, face still scrunched as a contraction still washes over his belly. He waddles down the hallway, rubbing his sides in ceaseless circles in an attempt to quell the pain. It ends as he opens his locker and he takes a long sip of water before quickly closing his locker back up and waddling to class. By the time he arrives to his desk, his stomach throbs with another pain. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He moans, bending over his desk and rotating his hips in wide semi-circles. He sits down once the class begins filling up and tries to take a deep breath. He's freaking out a bit now because usually his Braxton hicks contractions fade within an hour or two. And he's been dealing with these pains since this morning. - "I'm taking her out to Nandos tonight." "Niall, that's hardly fancy enough a place to ask a girl to be your girlfriend at." Liam says, rolling his eyes at his Irish friend. "But...they have the best peri peri wings I've ever tasted and I-" "Ohhh please don't talk about food right now.." Harry moans, placing a hand to his stomach. "Are you ok?" "Wooooo...ugh, I think I'm about to throw up..." He mumbles, eyes closed. He moans and presses the back of his hand to his lips. A sickly burp erupts from his mouth and his friends give him a shocked look before quickly backing away from their ill friend. Harry gives one dry heave more before he's pushing his chair back and rushing out the door toward the loo. - Louis feels an intense amount of pressure as another contraction washes over his aching belly and he grips his chair as he tries to work through the pain as quietly as he can. The pressure increases and he feels the intense urge to use the bathroom. He doesn't bother even asking his teacher this time as the pressure becomes too much for him. He waddles out as quickly as he can, kneeling down with every other step as the pain gets to be too much. He finally makes it to the restroom and has enough to squat into a deep squat before he feels a pop and a gush of water rush between his feet. "Ohhhhhhhhhh....." He presses his hands to his belly and throws his head back, groaning as the pain increases ten fold with the absence of his waters. He needs Harry. He needs the hospital. He hears a gag from a stall somewhere near him and scrunches his nose as the noise combined with his own current stomach pain makes him feel nauseated. "Hhohhhhhhhhhghhhh..." The door of the stall opens but Louis doesn't have the restraint in him anymore to stop the groans leaving his lips. "Lou?" Harry croaks from the opening of the stall and Louis' eyes widen in surprise. "H-Harry?" "Louis, what's going on babe? What is it?!" "Harry, were you...mmmmmghh...were you just throwing up....hoh....hoh...hoh.." "I think the better question is...did your water just break?" Louis grits his teeth and nods. "I...it's time. I need to get to the hospital...now.." "Ok. Ok babe, relax, ok? Don't panic." "How can I not panic?! My boyfriend was just throwing up and I'm in labor!" "I'm fine, Lou. Something just upset my stomach." "Y-you're lying.." "Lets focus on you and our beautiful babies, yeah? Come on, slow steps..lets get you to the car, yeah?" "Hohhhhhhhh this REALLY hurts." Louis moans through gritted teeth. "I know Boo, but you're doing so well." The boys make it to the car after having to stop numerous times for Louis to get through a contraction. And once for Harry to throw up a bit more. Harry helps Louis into the passenger seat and stumbles to the drivers side. "Are you...sure..you're..ok..to drive?" Louis pants through intense contractions. "I'll be fine, Louis." Louis grips onto the door handle as another contraction grips his middle. "Ohhhhhghhhhhhohhhhhhhhhh...." "Shhh..." Harry hums, placing a hand to Louis' belly and rubbing in large circles. "Mmmmmmghhhhhohhhh...." Harry attempts to take deep breaths as nauseous waves lapse in his belly. It groans and grumbles and aches painfully but he knows he has to focus on Louis right now. He has to. His daughters are about to be born. He rubs Louis' belly as it tightens up and his eyes bulge. "Your belly feels like a solid rock." He exclaims, stunned. "Hohhhh it hurts....ohhhh fuck Harry, my stomach hurts..." "I know babe..I know.." Harry pulls up to the hospital what feels like ages later and steps out of the car, leaning on the side for a moment to gain his bearings back. "Ohhh my stomaaach..." He dry heaves and presses his hands to his knees before gagging and bringing up whatever's left in his stomach. "Haaaaaaarrrry, PLEASE HURRY. They feel really LOW..."  Louis moans. Harry spits twice more and rushes over to the passenger side door, helping Louis out of the car. - It only takes fifteen minutes for his mum and Louis' step dad to arrive. He feels much more at ease when they do although his stomach still feels terrible. His mum notices his sickness immediately and rushes over to him. "Oh darling, you look terrible." "Mum, we need to focus on LOUIS." He's getting quite tired of telling people this fact although Louis does seem to have quite a few people surrounding him. His sister rub ceaseless circles into his aching belly as he groans and grits his teeth. "You're important too, love. Are you ok?" Harry sighs and shakes his head. "No...I can't stop throwing up. My stomach is a mess and I'm freaking out because I need to be there for Louis and-" "You can still be there for Louis, Harry. He knows you're sick..so if you need to throw up, just go do it and just make sure to wash your hands and then go right back to him and help him. You love each other and that means caring for EACH OTHER. It's not just a one sided deal." Harry nods and walks back over to Louis, rubbing his belly as it quivers and tenses tightly. - The twins are born only fifteen minutes later but they are quickly rushed to the NICU. Harry throws up for a solid ten minutes both from sickness and fear for his baby girls. They are soon told that the baby girls are perfectly healthy and they just need to stay in the NICU until they gain a bit more weight. Both Harry and Louis are relieved beyond belief and Louis hugs Harry tighter than he ever has. "If you didn't have the world's worst stomach flu right now I'd kiss you, Styles. Thank you, thank you so much for all of your help. I don't think I've thanked you properly and that's wrong of me. I love you so much, Harry. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me." "Louis, I should be thanking YOU. You just gave me the greatest gift in the entire world and I'll never be able to thank you enough. And I'm really sorry that you'll probably be sick in a couple of days." Louis giggles. "I've got a strong immune system, I'm ok. Now will you PLEASE go HOME and rest?" Luckily Louis is right and his immune system is very, very strong. The girls have to stay in the NICU for two weeks to grow big and strong, which turns out to be a great thing because it gives Harry just enough time to get well again. And finally finish up their room.