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justpeachii · 4 years

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Request from Anon: can i request a tsukishima imagine where he thinks you’re cheating on him with yamaguchi but really you’re planning his bday party? make it as angsty as you can pleaseee and thank you

☾ Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

☾ Author’s Note: this plagued my mind since you requested it. I hope this delivers enough angst, I did my best friend. 💖 thank you for the request!

☾ Words: 1.5k

☾ Genre: Angst, lil bit of fluff at the end

☾ Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Summer had long passed, August coming and going with the gradual falling of temperatures. Life on campus had grown busier as well, leaving little time for personal matters outside of work and studies. No matter how busy your schedule was though, you always made time for your boyfriend and he did the same for you.

Whether it be a full date night, a study date, or something as simple as a FaceTime call as you both fell asleep, you found ways against your opposing schedules. When all of your schedules worked out, you found yourself on study dates not only with Tsukishima, but with Yamaguchi and Yachi as well. The four of you would meet at a local cafe and spend the next few hours doing a mix of coursework and casual banter.

One day in early September, Yachi asked Tsukishima the question everyone had been wondering-”What do you want for your birthday?”

Of course, he said he didn’t want or really need anything other than maybe a break from work, classes, and practice. His answer was simple. After all, Tsukishima Kei wasn’t one to want much.

It was then that you came up with a brilliant idea and quickly sent a text to Yamaguchi, who met your gaze and gave a small nod.

Dates turned into nights spent alone and FaceTime calls turned into texts. While neither of you had meant to grow more distant, the pull of life was willing you apart.

You blamed it on work and school. He blamed himself.

Had he done something wrong? He had been spending more time at the gym, staying after to work on his serves and blocks with the help of his teammates, but he didn’t think that would have much effect. The two of you had picked up extra work shifts when able to, as well. This meant your schedules always worked in opposition. Even then, you would send him a text telling him to not overwork himself; he took this as a sign you still cared.

One night you sat at his apartment, finding time in your opposing schedules to finally have some time to yourselves. A movie night. It was spent curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket covering the both of you. It had been relaxing, a much needed break from everything. It also helped ease Tsukishima’s mind.

Halfway through the second movie of the night (Spirited Away, his favorite), you excused yourself to use the restroom, leaving your phone on the coffee table. It had been going off all night, splitting your attention between your boyfriend and whatever was so important on that tiny screen. In the time you were gone, a few texts arrived back-to-back. The blond’s suspicions grew, leaving him to reach out for it.

He felt his heart drop when he read the three messages from his best friend on your phone.

“i know you’re with him tonight but meet me at the cafe tomorrow?”

“usual table and time”

“remember he CAN’T know what’s happening”

He can’t know what’s happening.

Those words swam around his head as he stared at the now darkened screen, not noticing your return. You froze in the entryway, eyes wide when you realized. He had your phone.

Of course the one night you were spending with your boyfriend, Yamaguchi would not leave you alone about the upcoming surprise you two had in store for the blond’s birthday. It was already hard enough to keep it a secret, especially when pressed as to why you were working more hours.

The silence between the two of you was deafening, the only sound was the movie playing in the background. You were the first to speak.

“Kei? Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know, Y/n. Is everything okay? Everything seems to be going okay with him.” He spat, his gaze moving from the phone to yours, eyes dark over the rim of his glasses.

“Kei, honey, what do you mean with him?”

Your question was received with a scoff, expression unfazed. “You know who. Of all people? Yamaguchi? Am I not enough for you, Y/n, so you had to go to my best friend?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to stumble, mouth agape as you processed what he said. “Wait, what?”

Tsukishima Kei wasn’t known for being the most vulnerable, but now you were seeing a new side of him. Jealous. Sacred. For a second time in his life, betrayed.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about.” He was standing now, clicking a button on the phone in his hand so he could read directly from the screen. “I know you're with him tonight but meet me at the cafe tomorrow? Remember he can’t know what’s happening. What’s happening that I can’t know about? That you’re sneaking around behind my back with Yamaguchi?”

“It’s nothing like that. What would make you think that from nothing but those texts?” The defensive tone in your voice kept your words stable.

“What it makes me think is that for the past week you’ve been lying to me.” His once warm brown eyes met yours with a cold glare. “Leave. Just- take your phone and leave, Y/n.” Arm outstretched, he held your phone out to you.

You felt your stomach churn as you looked from the device to his face. “Kei, please let me explain, it isn’t what-”

“Leave.”

The word hung in the air, the movie long forgotten. You gathered your items, taking the phone from him with tears in your eyes before hurrying out the door, leaving with a slam.

Spirited Away wasn’t a favorite of his anymore. Neither were you.

A week passed with zero communication between the two of you. No texts. No calls. Not even the occasional pass on campus. It was as if neither of you existed in each other’s worlds. Even then, you were determined to throw him the best birthday party you could.

When September 27th finally rolled around, your apartment was decorated with the usual regalia: streamers, bundles of balloons, and a handmade banner. You had managed to get a hold of his brother to figure out where to get his favorite strawberry shortcake, also letting him in on the plans.

Thankfully, that was all before the small fight you two had. Thankfully, Akiteru was willing to help get him to come. It was under the pretense of the two of you talking since the way the two of you had handled things was clearly not the best.

With the favors set and the guests hidden (as best as they could in your apartment), it was a waiting game for the birthday boy. Time seemed to crawl until you heard it, the familiar knock at the door. Everyone got in their places as you went to the door, opening it with a small smile.

He looked like a spitting image of that night- his facial features neutral, eyes filled with emotions. Hurt, exhaustion, anger. You were quick to turn away, ushering him in, hiding the nerves you felt.

How would he react to this? Would he hate you even more? Would things go back to normal?

Your thoughts were cut short by the chorus that rang out, your nerves showing in the smile you held as you turned to Tsukishima.

“Happy birthday, Kei!”

Once all the guests were gone, it was just the two of you left. The cake was mostly gone, the balloons hung a little lower, and the apartment felt bigger than it ever had. As you both sat on the couch, neither of you knew what to say to the other. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak, words stopping as he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” Pause. “I’m sorry for not trusting you or letting you explain. I take it this was both of you doing?”

With a nod, you gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, that was the whole thing you couldn’t know about. It was my idea and Yamaguchi went along. Your brother even helped me get your favorite cake.”

That’s when he looked at you. His eyes had changed. They were filled with love once more as his lips curled into a soft smile of his own.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

While cleaning up the remnants of the party, the two of you shared laughs as you inhaled the helium. After talking through everything, you forgave him for his outburst. That left the rest of the night. It was spent much like that night- curled up with each other on the couch, watching Spirited Away, and finishing the rest of the shortcake off. Only this time, neither of you left, falling asleep in each other's embrace.

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heartbreaknow · 4 years

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Thank you for the meme asks, @aohatsu! Sorry it took me three weeks to finish answering them!

Vampires

Just thinking about adding vampires(!) to the MCU makes me cackle. This really ought to be another case of gilding the lily—one too many crazy elements in a story that doesn’t need any more crazy elements than it already has.

But what can I say, vampires are my weakness. I’m always down for some erotic creature-feature blood-thirst and neck chomping.

Also, I wrote an imagine for this trope and it got profoundly out of control, so I’m going to post it separately. Or not at all. But probably separately.

@learned-foot, thank you for the asks! Sorry it took me a year and a half to answer them. 😅 Also, this is long, I’m sorry, I don’t expect you to read the whole thing.

I answered Arranged Marriage over here.

Hate Sex

For Starker, I think it would be very difficult to make this trope work for me. You’d have to change the entire nature of their relationship, and a big chunk of the characterization for at least one of them. At which point I probably wouldn’t be super interested anyway, because for me, it wouldn’t feel like Starker anymore.

I did really enjoy the hatesex trope when I shipped Spuffy as a teenager (the scene where they bring the house down—unnnnf). But they’re the only antagonism-based ship I’ve had, and thus the only ship I’ve had that I associate with this trope.

I do have a huge weakness for fighting-to-fucking, and I could see that trope working for Starker (or just about any ship, really). But fighting-to-fucking and hatesex aren’t really the same thing. (@learned-foot, one of the first Starker fics you ever wrote had a delicious bit of fighting-to-fucking in it, and that makes so much sense to me now that I know you have a lot of antagonism-based ships, since fighting-to-fucking is basically hatesex for people who love each other.👌)

Mpreg

Wow, the complicated feelings I have about mpreg. SO. MANY. FEELINGS.

The appeal of mpreg for me is NOT domesticity, parenthood, and nesting. It’s kinking on the loss of body control. Also, breeding kink.

And to think, I’m usually so vanilla. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The problem is, I’m not very interested in my OTPs actually having kids. Plus I get ragey when abortion is treated like a bad option. So basically, I love mpreg occasionally—if the way the trope is written actually plays to my kinks and also dodges all my squicks. But that’s a pretty huge if.

I really should have saved my deeply iddy ABO mpreg idea and posted it here. It’s basically the only mpreg idea I have.

Road Trips, Fake Dating, and Sexting under the cut...

Sexting

The problem with sexting, to me, is that I just don’t find the idea of splitting one’s focus between texting and masturbating all that hot. To me, it seems like the most annoying kind of multitasking.

(RTC anon manages to make sexting hot in Revelations, but it’s RTC anon, so go figure.)

One Way I’d Do It:

I think the way I’d do a sexting fic would be to have Peter get unexpectedly wasted and end up sending Tony a flood of sexy texts. Like, he just goes completely off the rails. All inhibition vanishes and an absolute torrent of awkward, pining sexiness pours out. He’s not even trying to sext Tony, per se, he just starts compulsively telling Tony the truth about what’s in his head.

The way I imagine it, Peter accidentally butt-dials Tony while he’s at a party, and Tony hears party noise in the background when he picks up. So then Tony texts Peter to ask how the party is.

They text back and forth a bit, until Dum-E wreaks havoc in the lab, and Tony has to leave to deal with it. But unwittingly (or subconsciously), his final text to Peter is exactly the sort of thing to get Peter all hot and bothered. The words “good boy” may be involved. Those simple words, right there on Peter’s text screen where he can look at them, and read them over and over, and become increasingly fixated as he gets drunker.

An hour or two later, Tony checks his phone and discovers like thirty new texts, all from Peter. At the sight of all those unread texts, there’s suddenly an off feeling in the pit of Tony’s stomach, like missing a stair. He has a bad (hot, sick, anticipatory) feeling about this. He opens the text screen.

Sure enough, after Tony left, Peter’s texts slowly morphed from innocent volleys into—well—into unnervingly guileless declarations of sexual thirst and devotion.

Cut to the aftermath. Peter is crushingly mortified, and assumes Mr Stark won’t want to spend time with him anymore. Meanwhile, Tony tries to kid himself that he’s not hopelessly obsessed with Peter’s texts, even though he can’t bring himself to delete them, and has started thinking about them pretty much every time he jerks off.

Eventually, Peter accidentally discovers that Mr Stark hasn’t deleted a single one of the mortifying texts he sent him, which cues Peter to confront him about it. Which leads to actual sex.

(I might also have it turn out that Peter wasn’t actually just drunk; he was slipped something by someone at the party. But because of his abilities, he had an unexpected reaction to the drug, which is what led to his sexting spree. Tony is starring at Peter’s texts—warring with himself over whether to read the rest of them or blast his phone to dust with a phaser—when suddenly his phone starts ringing. It’s Peter, who slurs down the line, “I don’t feel so good, Mr Stark,” before Tony hears the awful thunk of Peter’s phone dropping from his hand.

So Tony traces Peter’s location and Mach 4s his way over to the party, where Peter has webbed himself in the bathroom before succumbing to whatever he’s been drugged with and passing out. Tony flies him back to the Tower, has him checked out by medical, and then cut to the aftermath.

The idea that Peter is not just drunk but also drugged is more complicated, which is bad, but it’s also whumpier, which is good—and it helps explain Peter’s total loss of inhibition, for anyone who thinks pure drunkenness wouldn’t be enough.)

Also, hah! I’ve finally conceived of a fic concept that wouldn’t necessitate a minimum 50K+ to fill it out! I could actually write this! 🤯

Fake Dating

I’ve been a big fan of fake dating for all my past OTPs, but my love of the trope is somewhat dampened for Starker. The problem, as I see it, is that it’s just kind of difficult to find scenarios where it makes sense to have Tony and Peter fake date.

The old standby of “get my family off my back about my love-life” doesn’t work for Starker. The other old standby of “make me look cool in front of my ex” doesn’t work at all for Tony, and doesn’t really jive with how I see Peter. The third old standby of “doing it for a case” is a lot harder to finesse for P/T, because it begs the question: Why Peter and Tony? Why not literally anyone but Peter? Or, if Peter is the linchpin of the entire operation, then why not pair him with literally anyone else besides his 50-year-old mentor?

If Peter and Tony are fake dating for a mission, that mission probably has something to do with a bad guy who abuses young boys or something. And I just find it difficult to enjoy the tropey “omg they have to MAKE OUT now” hotness when they’re neck-deep in sex traffickers or whatever.

Who was it who wrote the fic where they pretended to be dating in order to protect Peter’s secret identity? That was a really smart way of doing it! But it’s such a specific premise that repeating it might feel kind of like just copying someone else’s work.

So yeah, I like this trope a lot, but I’m not wild about the amount of fiddling it takes to make the trope work for Peter and Tony.

Road Trips

I’m into this trope, but I haven’t read much of it, so I don’t have a strong template for it in my mind.

There was a lot of road travel when I shipped Mulder/Scully, but they didn’t really road trip, they just drove to neighboring states for cases. Plus, they always stayed in separate rooms (unless it was a One Bed fic), whereas I’d like to think if Peter and Tony went on a road trip they’d share a room. Separate beds, but one room.

I feel like with Starker, there’s two basic modes for a road trip fic. There’s angsty on-the-lam fic, and there’s impromptu-vacation fic. I’m not really sure what could lead Peter and Tony to taking a road trip together for fun. But then again, I’m also not really sure what could lead to them going on the lam, either.

I suppose the answer could literally be as simple as: Tony wants to give Peter a fancy graduation gift, and suggests a trip for him and a friend. Tony is thinking something far-flung and expensive. Peter tries to be like, “Really, Mr Stark, it’s fine, you don’t have to do that,” but Tony insists. “C’mon kid, there’s got to be somewhere you’ve always wanted to go.”

Tony sees Peter’s eyes light up with an idea, and Tony is like, “That, right there. What you just thought of, just now. Whatever it is, the answer is yes.”

Peter says it’s nothing, really, he wasn’t thinking of anything, but Tony pries, stressing that he’s not going to say no, that Peter can have anything he wants. Until finally Peter says, with a poorly concealed edge of vulnerability, that he just thinks it would be really cool if they could, like, go on a road trip together. He totally gets that Mr Stark isn’t going to just drop everything and go on some lame road trip with Peter. Peter doesn’t expect him to. It just…seems like it would be really fun.

(And Tony, for all that he is baffled by Peter’s choice, can see that Peter is sincere. This is the one thing Peter really wants. And Tony can’t bring himself to say no—can’t bear to make Peter feel like he’s not worth Tony’s time, only his money. Even though he absolutely should say no, because the thought of that much time spent alone with Peter seems like a bad idea, for reasons he’s trying hard not to think about.)

So Tony looks at Peter, at his open, accepting face, and says, “You really love road trips that much?”

At which Peter blushes, and stutters as he says, “Yeah, yeah I really love road trips a-a lot.”

#ask meme #starker #starker imagines #starker headcanons #peter x tony #fanfic tropes

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lavendermenaceart · 6 years

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365 Days

Summary: This is your 365th day with the BAU. You’ve become part of the family, no matter how hard that tasked had seemed at first. The team decides to celebrate but the party is ruined by your intense feelings for the local genius.

Word count: 2,426

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Warnings: Angst, jealousy, Open ended. This was a request from an anon <3 Thanks anon!!

Today marked your 365th day as a member of the BAU. You had been implemented to help JJ with communication liaison since she had been spending more and more time out and the field and also needed time with her other family. You say “other family” because the BAU truly was a family. At first, you felt like the odd one out, trying to integrate yourself but no disrupt the synergy the team already had with each other.

It was a difficult balance, but it had paid off. You’d become part of the family, and forged meaningful relationships with the entire team. One of your deepest relationships was with Penelope Garcia, but even she didn’t know about your crush on the local genius.

You thought as soon as the feelings started to develop, that you would be had by the world-class profilers. If they had notice, no one said anything. There had been teasing, light hints like “If you ever start seeing someone, they have to be family approved” and the like. The issue wasn’t lack of options, it was just Spencer.

You couldn’t move on from him. You tried all your tricks when you knew the other person didn’t like you. You would try to find things that annoyed you about him or things you dislike in other people. Nothing worked. He was too endearing, too much of a good person. He wasn’t perfect, but you couldn’t force yourself to love him any less.

Your crush had been disrupting your work, as you found yourself peering through your office window to glance at him, or you would pause unknowingly while working to imagine being in his arms or finally confessing. Sometimes you would catch yourself tearing up while he was in the field, knowing your new family and especially Spencer could never return.

You had started to come in early, earlier than Emily and anyone else on the team. At first, Emily had been concerned and curious but by now it was normal. Today, while working on case files and organization, you heard soft rapping at your door.

Standing, you cleared your throat and called “Come in.”

“Morning, Here is a little gift for your 1 year.” The dark-haired Emily Prentiss walked in, holding a cup of coffee that you knew you desperately needed.

You practically danced over to her, taking the foam cup from her and taking a sip.

“I’m going to marry you.” You blurted out, taking another sip to try and hide your embarrassed blush at the outburst.

“Well, we can celebrate the engagement beside your 1 year tonight!” Prentiss joked along with you, winking.

If it wasn’t for Reid, you would probably be in love with her.

You laughed and touched her arm before heading back to her desk. “We can tell the team later. I’m guessing we’re gonna go out?”

You sat at the edge of your desk, crossing your ankles over each other as you relaxed into the cup of coffee.

Emily sucked her teeth before laughing. “Just try to act surprised when Spencer or Garcia ask you to come out tonight. It’ll be fun, and now we have two things to celebrate.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes before shooing her out. “Nothing but trouble.” You mumbled as you propped your door open. So you could hear the comings and goings of the office.

Around an hour later, the rest of the team was trickling through the doors. Tara, Luke, Penelope, Simmons, Rossi, and Reid came to greet you in your office. It suddenly felt very hot and cramped. You didn’t know if it was from the number of people in the room or just the fact that you were in Spencer’s presence. You tried not to squirm as everyone congratulated you for your 1 year.

Penelope placed a cup of coffee on your desk and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Looks like I have to marry you, too.” You took a sip, glancing up to see Penelope smiling and acting flustered

“Awe shucks...Wait, “Too”, like you’re marrying someone else?” Penelope suddenly looked confused, and then extremely excited.

Tara rolled her eyes, exasperated. “You’re marrying someone and we haven’t even met them? How long has this been going on for? Who are they?”

There were mutters of agreement from Luke and Simmons, while Spencer stood stone-faced at the back of the group. You couldn’t tell if he was interested or upset.

There’s no way he’d be upset. Unless he’s actually mad I didn’t let anyone know I was seeing someone first. You laughed nervously, finally allowing yourself to squirm and struggle under the feeling of disappointing your friends.

“It’s me!” Emily came to your rescue, suddenly standing in your doorway.

Everyone looked confused and Penelope was about to go on some excited tangent when you spoke up finally.

“She gave me coffee when she came in, and I got so excited I proposed on accident.” You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry for getting all your hopes up. Still no one special.”

Penelope pouted for a second before returning to her cheery self. “You really need to sign up for Tinder or something.”

“That’s a terrible idea,” Luke spoke up, shaking his head at Garcia.

“Statistically, only 20% of couples meet on dating sites or apps, and even then a fewer amount gets married and stay married,” Spencer spoke up, seemingly agreeing with Luke.

“It’s not bad for some fun on the side.” Rossi shrugged. “I don’t think it’s great for a real relationship, either.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not looking for anything right now. Work is busy and..” You faltered before shaking your head. “I just have high standards.” You hoped they hadn’t caught your brief glance at Reid and by the way, they seemed placated by that answer, you guessed they hadn’t.

“Wellll, maybe you’ll find someone at the bar tonight! We’re going out for drinks and you have to come.” Penelope said decidedly, the determined look on her face telling you that you had no choice.

You smiled, feeling her heart warm as the team looked excited about your answer. “Of course, today is a day to celebrate. Two marriage proposals and my 365th day with you guys.”

Penelope cheered and bent awkwardly to hug you over your desk. You loved her hugs, they were so warm and always made you feel like nothing could ever harm you.

Everyone slowly filed out of your office, Reid lacking behind and looking like he was trying to decide whether to talk or not. You stood up, walking around your desk to lean against the front of it. Suddenly all the daydreams you had that started with moments like this made you stare at your feet and cross your arms as you reined in your embarrassment and nervous anxiety.

You tried to right the defensive stance as soon as he started speaking, letting your arms fall to your sides, your hands grasping the edge of the desk.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m glad you started working here. I know I’ve been working her practically since it’s inception, so I can’t imagine what it’s like to come in as a new person, but you’ve integrated well.” His words sounded like something Emily or any other boss would say to you, but they were surprisingly full of emotion. That’s one thing that you found so endearing about Spencer. He sounded so smart it was almost easy to forget he was human sometimes, but the emotion in his voice when he let his guard down melted your heart.

You tried not to melt into a puddle at his feet. “My first few months here, that’s all I wanted to hear. I felt like if no one said it, it wasn’t true. Now I know you guys, though. I know your actions speak for you. It’s still so incredible to hear that.” You looked away, willing yourself not to tear up before looking back at him. “Thank you, Spencer.”

His face split into a small smile, a welcome change from the serious tone and expression during the previous conversations. He nodded, stuffing his one free hand in his pocket before nodding toward the door.

“I’ve got to get to work.” He stated, a little awkwardly.

You nodded, turning back to sit at your desk. When he was out of view you pressed your hand to your chest, closing your eyes as you felt the deep, fast thumping of your heart.

It was growing dark outside, the moon taking the sun’s place as you drove to the address that Luke had sent you. You had dressed on a black silk tank top, tucked into black skinny jeans loosely so the fabric hung loosely over the dark faux leather belt you wore. A bright red kimono with floral patterns was the single bright piece you had on and you felt the breeze flow through the bright fabric as you rushed into the bar.

You were a little late due to makeup and picking out an outfit, but only by 5 minutes or so. You saw a hand waving and noticed Simmons had spotted you where he and the rest of the team took up a large booth.

You smiled, trying not to look like an idiot as you rushed towards them.

The bar was comfortable and warm, most of the furniture was made out of wood and most seats were red faux leather or some other fabric. The music and T.V’s weren’t blaring and the chatter of the customers was comforting background noise as you scooted into the booth with your friends.

“Finally, they arrive!” Rossi jested, raising his hands theatrically.

“Ah, yeah, sorry. I was busy setting up my Tinder profile.” You stuck your tongue out at him, making him chuckle.

Spencer sat next to JJ across from you, at the end of the booth. His eyes darted up to your face sharply, making your heart stutter. You almost made eye contact but Emily saved you.

“I never agreed to anyone else but Garcia being part of this marriage.” She crossed her arms over her chest, playing at being upset.

Everyone but Spencer fell into easy laughter and banter. You became increasingly nervous and worried as the minutes ticked by with Spencer putting minimal effort into any of the conversations. His eyes seemed glued to either you or the table.

At one point after you had all ordered food, Spencer denying anything, you saw JJ whisper something into Reid’s ear and then she announced that she and Reid were going to get drinks.

You just asked for a glass of Moscato while everyone else ordered. A sinking feeling took over your stomach until it settled into a pit at the bottom. You couldn’t stop squirming in your chair and hoping they would hurry back with the drinks so you could mellow out.

“Were you serious about the Tinder thing?” Simmons asked almost out of the blue as Tara and Rossi were discussing cars and Emily and Garcia enjoyed their appetizers.

“Uh, no. I’m really not looking for a relationship right now, I guess. Not a lot of people can handle dating someone with this job.” You shrugged, wishing the topic of relationships would vanish from all conversations.

“Understandable. I guess I just got lucky.” He smiled, looking through you a bit as he was no doubt thinking of his wife.

“Yeah, you really are.” You forced a smile on your face, suddenly feeling a spike of jealousy. Why couldn’t Spencer just like you? Why couldn’t you just tell him?

The night wore on and you had drunk more than you had expected. You were disheveled from dancing with Garcia, Prentiss, Luke, and Tara. JJ, Spencer, Simmons, and Rossi stayed sipped drinks at the booth, every now and again cheering you on. You were a little out of breath and tired, slinking over to the bar after excusing yourself from your friends. You ordered two shots of whiskey and some water, deciding these would be your last drinks of the night.

You slammed them down easily enough, taking a few gulps of water before a touch on your shoulder made you jump.

Spencer sat down next to you, scooting his stool a little closer so it would be easier to speak. You were drunk now, and his closeness made you feel like you were on a rocking ship, and your vision blurred every few seconds as you stared at his face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, as softly as he could.

“Uhhh, yeah. Just a lot tipsy.” You weren’t slurring too bad, a small part of your brain reining you in so you wouldn’t make too large of a fool of yourself.

“Yeah, but, you never drink this much. You seemed a little upset earlier.” From what you could tell, he looked concerned and it made you want to wrap your arms around him but instead, you settled with resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the wood grain of the bar.

“Just, all the talk of relationships. It bums me out.” You sighed softly. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over….” You almost slipped. You. But you couldn’t. Spencer deserved better than a drunk confession. “This one person. I mean, we never dated, but I want to. I want to date them.” You sounded like a depressed teenager, even you could hear it.

Spencer nodded, tense under your head but you barely noticed. “I understand. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Have you told them about your feelings.” His tone was nearly flat like he was forcing a compassionate tone every few words but couldn’t quite nail it. Your drunk mind was oblivious to it.

“I haven’t, I mean. I can’t. They’re….They’re out of my league.” You frowned, shaking your head and nuzzling deeper into his shoulder. His scent was so warm and comforting. “I wish I could. I wish I would. It never seems to be the right time or place, and I don’t even know if they have feelings for me.” You shrugged, feeling the absurdity of telling your crush about your crush weigh on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” Was his only answer. You wanted him to keep talking.

“Do you know what its like, Spence-Spencer?” You nearly whispered, staring at the bar.

Surprisingly he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer ever so slightly.

“I do, Y/N, I do.” You didn’t look up to see his eyes looking at you.

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slytherindragonfly · 6 years

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Prejudiced - Pt. 8

Part I || Part VII || Part IX

Recap: A storm has finally broken upon Hogwarts, so you met Sirius in the Owlery tower to proceed to the final step in your process of becoming an animagus.

Word Count: 3.4k (hope this makes up for the dryspell!)

A/N: Special shoutout to the anon who sent the idea that inspired the second half of this ‘chapter’ - you unblocked my writer’s block! Also, I’m exceptionally using Sirius’s perspective in this, hope you all enjoy xx

Watching you transform felt bizarre to Sirius. He’d always felt more at ease seeing James transform than Peter because somehow, someone growing into a larger form was easier to process than the shrinking. Fortunately for him, you shrank quickly, and your new form wound up trapped in the fabric of the dress you’d been wearing.

Shit, he thought. He’d forgotten to tell you about how even though it’s pretty easy to transform your clothes along with you, it just doesn’t happen during the first transformation.

“That’s going to be awkward when you turn back,” he thought out loud.

He was watching you, or rather, your animagus version, try to scuffle out of the trappings of the dress, feeling you’d rather try on your own before he intervened, even though he was extremely curious as to what you’d transformed into, the shape currently indiscernible.

Indiscernible, that is, until you stepped out of the hem, a white stumbling flutter of feathers. Sirius whistled jokingly, watching you trying to figure out this whole new body thing.

“Nice. A barn owl, uh?” Sirius said, trying to sound laid-back despite being terribly excited by your successful transformation. “Ooh, do you think you can do that freaky neck twisting thing?” he asked, eyes wide.

You couldn’t answer him, but your glare back at him was pretty straightforward. And, coming from an owl on the ground, comical enough.

“Now love, no need to get mad. It all went perfectly well, didn’t it?” he smirked.

Thankfully, Sirius had gotten used to talking to his mates in their animagus forms, so talking to you while you couldn’t answer wasn’t awkward. In fact, he’d always liked being able to tease someone and watch the look in the eyes of their animal forms, that one look that meant “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”

Seeing that you seemed to have gotten the hang of walking around on these tiny claws, he decided to prompt you to take things further.

“I say it’s time you try these wings of yours,” he taunted, crouching down.

He could tell his teasing was working, because almost instantly you spread out your wings, flapping them clumsily, but not taking off.

“Here, I think you need to be free falling for the instincts to kick in,” he said, extending an arm as he approached, which you instantly rejected by fluttering your wings in his face. Needless to say, the gesture felt to him like he’d just been flicked on the forehead.

“That,” he muttered, eyes closed, “was unnecessary.”

He opened his eyes to see you managing to fly up to the window, which really was just an opening in the wall. Seeing you perched up there, he could tell you were gaging the distance to the ground.

“Come on now, what’s a little risk like this compared to all you had to do to get there?” he told you, referring to the months of sneaking around you’d dealt with in order to transform.

Now, Sirius Black was no expert in owl body language, but he could’ve sworn you’d nodded. He kept on observing curiously, patiently waiting as you seemed to almost go in two or three times, but backing out at the last second. As he was debating whether he should scare you to make you jump from the windowsill, you took the leap yourself, and he felt his stomach drop.

Running to the window, he searched the darkness below, trying to spot if you’d made it. Even though the storm had quickly softened, he was suddenly filled with dread.

“Come on, come on...” he murmured expectantly, still scrutinizing the void below.

All of a sudden, you came blazing past him from below, inches away from his head. Shocked but tremendously relieved, he let his head fall between his elbows, loosening the tight grip he’d had on the bricks, chuckling. Quickly, he took a step back to give you some space to get back inside the tower.

It took you a minute, but you found your way back. However, the landing was something you’d have to work on; you completely passed the windowsill and landed abruptly on the stones of the floor, sending stray hay flying in the scuffle, which earned you an earnest laugh from Sirius.

He was still grinning as you tried to get as much dust off yourself as possible, before flying off to the hollow brick in which you’d stashed the vial, which laid on the ground next to the wall.

He looked at you do so intently, curious as to what exactly you were aiming to do. He rolled his eyes when he saw what else had been hidden in the hollow brick. More or less gracefully, you picked up a sleeping mask by its elastic and pulled it out of there only to drop it at Sirius’s feet, sending him a look that left no doubt to the purpose of the mask.

“That,” he began, crouching to take the mask, “really is no fun at all,” he smirked. “I can’t believe you actually planned this, you control freak,” he commented, putting on the mask. “There, now you can go about your business.”

Facing the wall, mask on, Sirius was now waiting for you to transform back. You hadn’t kept your owl form for that long, but it was recommended for new animagi to ease into their animal form on shorter intervals of time at first. As he was desperately trying to think of anything but your naked body upon transforming back, he heard the faint sound of the reversed transformation only a trained ear would identify.

“Are you back in your skin and bones?” he called out, his voice impish.

“Please keep the mask on,” you begged, but he could hear the giddy smile in your voice, which made him chuckle.

“Honestly, after all I’ve done for you here, you’d think I’d be entitled to a little thank you gift,” he joked to make sure the atmosphere remained light.

“Shut up, you git,” you laughed. “Alright, you can take the mask off.”

He did so gladly, turning around to face you. While he was keeping his mind from wandering in a certain direction, he’d remembered a little prank he didn’t get to do too often.

You were pulling at the hem of the dress you’d just put back on, and he was staring eyes wide at you.

“What?” you asked, perplexed. “What is it?” you asked, nervous, reaching for you cheek.

“Alright, don’t freak out, I’m sure it can be fixed,” he began cautiously.

Your eyes grew wide in panic for a split second, before transforming into a death glare.

“I hate you so much,” you told him, but couldn’t keep a straight face and started chuckling.

“Damnit,” he laughed. “I really thought I could get you, with Peter he believed it for a full ten minutes, it was glorious.”

“You’re the worst friend, Sirius,” you scolded him, giggling.

“Ah, now, enough about me,” he brushed it off as if it had been a compliment. “How was it?” he asked you.

He saw something shift in your eyes, like they actually twinkled for a second.

“It was everything,” you said, trying to contain your excitement. “I don’t know how to describe it, but... I mean, you know!”

“Yeah I know,” he chuckled at your giddiness. “I know precisely,” he smiled.

“So what now?” you asked, eager.

“Now?” he repeated, amused. “Now you go and get some sleep, once you ride out that high you’ll be crashing pretty fast.”

He was amused by how you seemed to deflate yet remain unbelievably happy.

“Alright then, we should probably be on our way,” you agreed. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out on an exclusive Gryffindor event,” you joked, referring to the party he’d gotten out of to be there with you.

“Trust me, this event right here was much more exclusive,” he winked.

A moment passed, and he saw a million thoughts go through your head. He was about to frown, when your face relaxed and your lurched forward to give him a quick hug.

“Thanks for being here with me tonight, Sirius,” you thanked him, and he felt your heart pounding from the adrenaline against his chest, making him smile to himself. “I definitely needed that... security.”

“No problem,” he chuckled, not bothering to find a witty reply.

You stepped away, and he couldn’t help but catch a whiff of the smell of your shampoo as you did so. Something floral, and something woody, too. Why did it feel familiar to him?

“Alright, no need to hang around here any longer,” you said, looking around.

“After you,” he mock-bowed, smirking.

The following day at lunch, Sirius was sitting with James, Remus and Peter as usual. He was fiddling with his fork in his emptied plate, half-listening to James doting on about Lily and what he should get her for Christmas even though they’d only started going out two weeks prior and there was over a month left until the Holidays.

He was growing increasingly bored, when his gaze caught you on your way to leaving the hall. He followed you with his eyes a second too long, because unbeknownst to him, Remus had followed his gaze.

“So sorry lads, I just remembered, I have some homework to get on with,” Sirius excused himself, getting up.

“You seem awfully eager to get to that homework, mate,” Remus teased knowingly.

“Yeah that doesn’t even make sense Pads, it’s a Saturday,” James scoffed, genuinely puzzled.

“Detention homework,” he shrugged.

“Oh right,” Peter nodded.

Sirius took the occasion to start walking away, fast.

“Wait, we didn’t even get detention this week!” Peter exclaimed, and the three pairs of eyes followed him out of the great hall, only Remus having an idea of where he was truly headed.

“Y/N, wait up!” he shouted after you.

You turned around, a puzzled look about you, before smiling when you saw him. He jogged up to you, not failing to notice your smile.

“Someone’s in a good mood today,” he said having caught up. “Are you still glad it all went well and you’re not permanently feathered or are you simply happy to see me?” he teased.

“A little bit of both actually,” you smiled earnestly.

“Ooh, sincerity,” he noted, surprised. “Is that our thing now?”

“I don’t know, do we have a “thing”?” you replied, smirking.

“Why does this feel like a trick question?” he pondered.

“I don’t know, does it?” you asked back, amused.

He shook his head, chuckling, before shifting the conversation back to the purpose he’d ran after you for.

“Listen, if you ever want a safer spot than the owlery, to, you know, “train”, even though I’ll admit it is fairly fitting-” he started, but was cut off by his own confusion.

He’d caught another whiff of the same scent he’d smelled off you the previous night, but this time stronger. He couldn’t help but be overpowered by the feeling he’d already smelled that exact scent, but he couldn’t pinpoint why, and he somehow knew it was important.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, somewhat worried. “Am I witnessing a stroke?”

“No, sorry, I just, uh, something just randomly popped in my mind,” he brushed it off. “Anyways, what I was saying is, if you’re not doing anything, I have a pretty sweet spot I could show you,” he added.

“Yeah, okay,” you replied, still wondering what had taken over him.

Great, now she must think I’m dim or something, he internally groaned.

“Got your wand with you?” he asked, since you’d need it.

“A good witch always does,” you winked playfully.

“Alright then, follow me,” he chuckled.

He sneaked the two of you out of the castle and to the edge of the forbidden forest. You’d chatted lightly on the way, but when you realized where he wanted to go, you hesitated.

“Sirius, that’s the forbidden forest... As in off limits,” you pointed out, worried.

“Oh okay, so illegally becoming an animagus is perfectly fine but Hogwarts rules are sacred?” he scoffed, not having considered that now would be the time you’d have scruples.

“You are actively trying to land us in detention again, aren’t you?” you argued, unfazed by his rhetoric.

“Listen, if you’d rather hang out on the school grounds and risk being spotted be my guest, I’m just trying to help you out here,” he replied, suddenly defensive.

He watched you take a breath and evaluate your options. Somehow, he always expected things to go a certain way with you, and they never did. He hadn’t decided yet whether it was exciting or frustrating.

“Okay, let’s go,” you conceded.

He smiled triumphantly, and unconsciously extended his hand to you before getting going. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that you were looking at his hand with your eyebrows raised, a look about you at the crossroads of hesitant and stunned. You were turning this into a bigger gesture than he’d meant, and he was going to drop his hand, but you caught it at the last minute.

“Let’s go,” he nodded, biting his lip to stop a smile.

He couldn’t help but feel glad you finally trusted him. After all that had happened, from the hallway encounters to the detention to the transformation, some part of him felt better knowing he was no longer just the prick who’d sent your robes on fire in the first year to impress his friends. He realized he no longer thought of you as that Slytherin girl with the Gryffindor little brother. Perhaps that was what had drawn him to you in the first place, your situations sort of being at opposite ends.

“So, uh, how has your brother been?” he asked you, his wandering thoughts having caused some sort of silence.

“You probably see him more often than I do at this point, to be honest,” you replied, amused and a twinge bitter.

“Right,” he nodded. “Just like you probably see Regulus more often than I do,” he added.

“Right,” you nodded. “Household rivalries, truly what holds this school together,” you said mockingly.

He didn’t reply right away. Like most students, he’d loved the feeling of belonging to his house more than any inconvenience it could have ever caused.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve said something along those lines,” he simply noted.

“Sorry,” you said, and he could’ve sworn you were biting your tongue.

“You know, if something’s on your mind, now’s as good a time as any to let it out,” he suggested. “Away from any other set of ears.”

Your hand slipped from his as it went to scratch your neck, you shoulders tense.

“It’s just that...” you started, looking to the ground, “My brother and I were super close when we were younger. And now he barely smiles at me when I see him and he’s with his Gryffindor friends, and to be honest it kinda sucks.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he scoffed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I never really got along with my family, but sometimes I wonder if things would have been better if I hadn’t gotten sorted into Gryffindor. If they hadn’t seen it coming,” he reflected.

“I didn’t know you were in such a bad place with your family,” you replied quietly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, and besides, I’ve found a new family here. One that’s better for me,” he said. “I would’ve gone insane without them.”

You nodded, silent. People didn’t talk about these things at Hogwarts. He’d never met anyone who questioned the house system.

“I’m not saying this to change your mind or anything, though,” he added, looking at you to see if he could discern your thoughts on your face.

“No, it’s good to see things from other perspectives,” you said. “It makes for a healthier... discussion.”

He could see you were holding back, like you hadn’t finished saying what you had on your mind. He wondered whether it was more appropriate to touch your shoulder, or your arm, or keep his hands to himself to show he was open to you going on. He was about to reach for your shoulder when you sighed loudly, and his hand fell back to his side.

“It’s just, I see how it may be good to put like-minded people together, but for seven years?” you began. “I don’t know, sometimes I’ll be in our common room, and I’ll hear whispers, and I won’t like what I think I’m hearing.”

You paused again, and he felt that somehow your conversation had just gotten a lot deeper. For people who usually talked about party snacks, this was a new thing. He hadn’t had that kind of talk with anyone besides Remus in recent years.

“What’s your stance on divination, Sirius?” you asked him, and you stopped walking to get a good look at him.

“That I’m not particularly gifted at it?” he answered, unsure what you wanted to hear.

You nodded, seeming to ponder whether you’d keep going.

“The other day we got to use the crystal balls in class. Mine filled with some sort of murky green smoke, and then the smoke started to move like there was a storm in there. And then there was a flash of bright green. And the smoke transformed into ash, and it filled the ball so much it cracked, and the ash leaked onto the table,” you recounted, your voice much less stable than it usually was.

Sirius could hear the fright in your voice. Frankly, he was feeling uneasy himself.

“So what does it mean?” he asked carefully.

“Nothing, if you don’t believe in divination,” you scoffed. “Nothing good if you do. It was sent to the department of mysteries at the Ministry.”

At this point, you were both deep into the forbidden forest, and Sirius had absolutely no idea how to react to what you’d just said.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I brought it up,” you apologized, and a tear spilled out of your right eye.

“Hey-” he began, wanting to do something, anything to comfort you.

“Merlin, I don’t know why I’m so emotional,” you said, wiping your cheek, annoyed. “I guess it’s from finally talking about it out loud,” you shook your head. “Of course this couldn’t just be a nice walk through the forest,” you scoffed.

“Listen, it’s okay,” Sirius intervened, and he instinctively pulled you in his arms. “I’m glad it’s off your chest, that sounded intense. Sorry you had to see that,” he said to let you know he wasn’t bothered.

Now that you were in his arms, however, he somehow felt incredibly awkward, as if he’d forgotten which way was okay to hug a friend. Should he hold you tighter? Should he stroke your back? And on top of it, his nose was now right next to your hair, and there was that smell of flowers and some type of wood again that drove him crazy by not knowing how he knew it.

“Thanks,” you breathed, and you stepped away, ending his anguish. “Sorry if I freaked you out with all the serious stuff, I don’t know what took over me.”

“Please, serious is my first name, I can handle you speaking your mind,” he chuckled.

You let out an exasperated laugh, shaking your head.

“And just how many times have you made that joke exactly?” you asked, amused.

“Oh, far too many times,” he conceded. “Anyways, I didn’t want to kill your whole vibe there before,” he started, but you interrupted him by playfully punching his arm, “Ow! Anyways, we’re here.”

He saw you looking around, searching for a particularity to the spot.

“A few more footsteps actually,” he corrected himself.

He took your hand, this time confidently and without waiting for you to accept, and lead you forward through some drooping branches, making sure to hold them out of your way so they wouldn’t snap on you. And sure enough, there it was; a nice clearing, with a clear view to the sky. It looked innocent enough, but his trained eye immediately went to the trees where James had left marks from rubbing his antlers, or the scarce patch of grass where he himself had decided to test out how long he could dig as a dog without getting tired.

“Nice spot,” you smiled. “So, should we get to work?”

“Might as well, having come this far,” he replied, happy he’d brought you there.

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ Do you want to go to my place? ❞ Part2

Plot: You and Heechul get drunk at a members party and kiss(part 1) Months later you fall pregnant and do not tell him, but he find out (part 2)

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 2,9k+

Genre: Angst, drama with slight fluff

For anon , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

Part 1

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

The front door opened a sloppy kisses could be heard, along with the clumsy actions of removing shoes. You had thrown your purse somewhere in the darkness, not that you cared at that moment. Heechul has his tongue in your mouth as he shut the door and pressed you up against it. Launching yourself up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as your dress rode up slightly. He supported you with his hands as he carried you to what you assumed was his bedroom. He kicked the door close and threw you on the bed. Clothing was quickly thrown off, as he was on top of you. His lips explored your body as your nails racked his back. He nibbled on your lower lip as you moaned, gaining him access to your hot cavern. Their tongues fought for dominance before falling into an erotic dance. Leaving your lips, he kissed the corner of your mouth then jawline with him reattaching to your neck. Sucking and biting at the crook of your neck which earned him a sensual moan as he created his artwork in his drunken state.

Kissing the hickey one last time, he kissed down your chest and through your channel, down your stomach and landed between your legs. You bit down on your lower lip as Heechul kissed your inner thigh which sent electric shocks down her spin. Your head was spinning from the alcohol that ran rampant through your system, but that just urged this action on.

Intimate moans echoed around the room with the accompaniment of the sound of flesh against flesh. With ever thrust he made, you match it with a moan which just turned him on even more causing him to move faster. He was neither rough nor hard but still fast in his thrusts. His movement were strong yet passionate as your bodies rocked together with lips attached at any given moment. The duvet was draped around Heechul’s waist as you both went at it. Time passed as you both spent your intimate moment together. After a few rounds around the room, they finally settled in bed, breathless, sweaty and completely dazed from the alcohol.

‘Are you feeling any better?’ Your friend Seunghee asked.

‘Nope!’ You ran straight to the bathroom to throw up for the nth time.

‘You sure you don’t have alcohol poisoning from the party?’ She asked.

‘Two weeks later?’ You asked with a raised brow, ‘Are you being for real?!’

Since the night with Heechul, you remember waking up and parting ways. There was no heart felt moments but just splitting. You really didn't remember what transpired that evening, besides you sleeping with him. Now two weeks later you were suffering with nausea and you had no idea why. It wasn't food poisoning, because you couldn't stomach anything down and neither was it the flu. Draped across the toilet, you just felt like a mess. There was one other possible manner, but you didn't even wanna think about it.

‘Some vitamin C tablets?’ You found yourself at a pharmacy with Seunghee.

You had ventured past the pregnancy test section and quickly grabbed it, ‘Ah yeah, mind going and grabbing some groceries and I will pay.’

‘Sure but-’

‘Go!’

You had cut her off and purchased the test. Arriving home, you parted way with her and went to the bathroom. Doing it, you sat on the bathtub waiting for the results and you had lost all colour in your face. You were pregnant, and with Kim Heechul’s child. All rational thought was thrown out the window as you ran and hit dial on your phone. You paced up and down waiting for the person to pick up.

‘Hello?’ The person answered.

‘Hyerim-ah?’ You question in a panic.

‘What’s up, Y/N?’

‘Can you come over? It’s an emergency!’

Without having to argue, she hung up and was on the way to you. Being the girlfriend to Leeteuk, you didn't want her really involved with you being sick, but now her best friend roll was going to be important. Arriving, you dragged her in the apartment and began to explain everything to her. She was polite in the manner of not interrupting, but once you were done, she exploded.

‘Are you going to tell him?’ She asked, hands in her hair.

‘No…’ You said softly.

‘Why not?’ Hyerim questioned, ‘Are you insane?! This is his child, Y/N!’

‘Born out of wedlock!’ You reasoned, ‘Plus he would never want the baby, he is an idol. He has a life that is already busy, and a baby wouldn't make it better. Please don’t tell him, or Jungsu for that matter.’

Your best friend looked at your pleading face, ‘Fine but you will have tell him….eventually.’

And eventually was slowly approaching. You were now approaching your due date. Truth be told, many people didn't even think you were pregnant, because the baby bump wasn't as big as they normally would be. You were described as a ‘fit’ pregnancy. Since the last trimester arrived, Hyerim had been bothering you with telling Heechul. You hadn't seen him or the boys since the incident. The singer had tired to keep in contact with you so much, since you were friends before this incident. Every try he made, you shut down.

‘How is Y/N?’ A sultry voice asked, ‘I miss her.’

‘She is good, Heechul, just busy preparing.’ Hyerim answered thoughtlessly while she cooked dinner for the members.

‘Preparing?’ He repeated, ‘For?’

Suddenly she snapped back into place, ‘Oh ummm just some work ya know…dinner is ready!’

‘Yes! I am starving!’ Yesung chipped in as he sat at the table.

They all gathered around the dinner table as Hyerim brought the food. Wine and beer flowed around the table abundantly as they all ate and drank. Two hours into the meal, half if not all were borderline drunk. Jungsu held his girlfriend in his arms as they all swayed from side to side with goofy smiles on their faces.

‘Do you know?’ Yesung hiccuped, ‘I haven't been this drunk since hyung’s birthday.’

‘Really?’ Leeteuk sounded shocked before laughing, ‘Me neither…but it was good birthday.’

‘Hmmmm indeed.’ Heechul grinned, ‘I even got some birthday sex myself.’

Shindong was drinking some beer before spitting some out, ‘Really? WHO!?’

‘Sorry Dong,’ He leaned in and whispered, ‘I don’t kiss and tell.’

‘Strange,’ Hyerim burbled out drunkly, ‘Y/N had sex as well, to bad she can’t be here.’

‘Why,’ Heechul hiccuped, ‘Not?’

‘She is nine months pregnant…’

At that moment, everything went still. Everyone seemed to sober up in an instant as those words circulated through everyone's minds, ‘Pregnant?’

‘Pregnant? No no, you must have heard me wrong.’ The female began to panic slightly.

‘No!’ He stood up, ‘I heard you pretty well, Hyerim. Y/N is pregnant?’ She nodded, slightly out of fear due to the rage in his eyes, ‘With whose baby?’

Her silences was just enough of answer for him. Grabbing his things, he raced out of the house and into his car. He was drunk, but his rage seemed to cover it up. Stepping on the gas, he drove to your apartment. Meanwhile, you sat on the couch with a bunch of celery sticks while watching some tv. You were comfortable, until and hard knock came at your door. Stumbling to your feet, you went to answer the rude knocker.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming’ You opened the door, ‘Heechul?’

‘You’re fucking pregnant?’ He burst into the house.

‘You can’t be here, get out!’ You instructed.

His eyes went straight to your belly, ‘So it’s true…you are with child.’

‘Well done genius, now leave.’ You tried to throw him out but he broke the hold.

‘Who’s is it?’ His voice was low.

‘Are you drunk?’

‘WHO!’ He all but screamed, which took you by shock as you stumbled back, ‘Don’t make me repeat myself, Y/N.’

At that moment, your worse nightmare had occurred. The moment of confrontation. Truth be told, you were only going to tell him if he ever asked, which would have been never because you would keep your distance. Now here he stood, drunk and mad. Not the best combination when having to explain why you kept his child from him. The look in his eyes was a mixture of rage and sadness.

‘You! You are the father, Heechul.’ You shouted back, ‘Are you happy now?’

‘Are you sure it’s mine.’

‘Hmmm well let me think, yes you idiot! You were the only person I slept with prior to the pregnancy.’

‘But…but I swore I wore condom.’ He muttered to himself which made your reason for not tell him even more strong.

‘Well you clearly didn’t, now leave.’ You shoved him out and closed the door to only have him bang on it repeatedly.

‘Open the fucking door!’

‘No! You are drunk.’

‘So?’ He banged again.

‘Will you stop! I have neighbours!’ You shouted back.

‘THEN OPEAHHHHH!’ He yelled as you opened the door and he came tumbling in, ‘What the fuck, Y/N?!’

‘Not my fault you were leaning on it.’ You shrugged your shoulders.

He was sitting on the floor, looking up at you with an even more pissed expression. Stumbling to his feet, he stood up and dusted himself off. You saw how red his eyes were from the alcohol that was now pulsating through his veins. Placing your hand on your stomach, you backed away from him. If Kim Heechul lived up to his over the top diva statues, then you didn't want to be on the end of it, especially with a child in the way.

‘Why didn't you tell me?’ He finally spoke.

‘Like you would have wanted it,’ You rolled your eyes, ‘I know you Heechul.’

‘Really?’ He hissed, walking closer, ‘You fucking know me?! We have been friends for years, Y/N, but that doesn't mean you fucking know me! If you knew me, then you would have known that I never sleep with people I don’t care for.’

His words caught you off guard but you weren't about to fall for them, ‘So you telling me you would have wanted me to keep it?’

‘Yes! I maybe atheist, but that doesn't mean I have no moral structure!’ He retaliated, ‘I loved you Y/N…long before we slept together but you never noticed because I was obnoxious Kim Heechul to you.’

‘Well great, then you can see the baby every second weekend and every alternate holiday.’ You stood your ground.

‘Every weekend? Holiday?’ He repeated, ‘No fucking way! Once the baby is born, it comes with me!’

‘In your dreams Heechul, it needs its mother,’ You defended, ‘Not some psychopath.’

‘You see me as a psychopath?’ He questioned.

‘Well the way you acting, yes!’ You opened the door, ‘Now get out before I call the police.’

He was tired of this, he walked towards the door and stopped in the doorway, ‘This isn't over Y/N. You will be sure to have a lawsuit filed for custody.’

With that, he walked out and pulled the door shut. All the tears you were holding back had come rushing in. You didn't want to cry in front of him, not show weakness. Your back was pressed against the door as you dropped to the floor. You rubbed your hands up and down over your stomach as you sobbed. You knew stress was bad for the baby, but you couldn't help but bawl your eyes out. This was your baby and no damn lawyer was going to take it away from you. You grew and nurtured it for 9 months and you weren't about to let it go.

The next few weeks was constant phone calls from Heechul with surprise visits to your work or home. At this rate, your neighbours must be thinking you are both crackheads due to all the shouting and screaming. This was becoming exhausting on your half but Heechul would just not let up. His fighting wasn't the thing that kept you awake at night, but the fact that he said he loved you. Was it true, or just a trap to have you give up the baby? You didn't know but your heart and mind were running rampant with coming up with conclusions.

‘Fuck off.’ You swore at him when you heard the banging at the door.

‘Rude much,’ Another voice replied.

You walked to open the door, ‘Sorry Hyerim, I thought you were Heechu…’ Your words trailed off when the devil stepped in along side with your friend, ‘What is he doing here?’

‘I came to drop this off,’ He placed a folder on the counter, ‘Its custody papers, if you decline then there are some court dates that work with me so you just have to pick one.’

‘In your fucking dreams!’ You hissed.

‘You need to talk to him, Y/N,’ She reasoned, ‘He is the father of the child.’

‘A father who wants to take my child away!’ You shielded your tummy, ‘Get the fuck out, both of ahhhh!’ You felt sharp pains shoot in you abdomen.

‘Y/N!’ They both said in unison before Hyerim spoke, ‘You okay?’

‘Fine, just some contractions. They said they would ahhhhh!’ At that moments your water broke.

‘Shit!’ Heechul’s eyes grew twice in size.

‘Call the ambulance, Heechul!’ Hyerim instructed.

As if an automatic response, he pulled out his phone and dialled the number. They were at the apartment within seconds as they wheeled you into the back and drove to the hospital. Hyerim drove with you because you swore you would strangle Heechul if he came. Driving behind the ambulance, he got caught in some issues with his manager as you were taken. You were wheeled straight into the theatre. Heechul arrived thirty minutes later and was greeted by everyone else who was waiting.

‘I am looking for the father?’ A male doctors asked, as Heechul stood up.

‘Me, Kim Heechul.’ He greeted the doctor.

‘Mr Kim, I am afraid there is some complications.’

‘Complications? What complications?’

‘I’m afraid your wife-’

‘She isn't my wife.’

‘Well girlfriend-’

‘She isn't my girlfriend.’

At that moment the doctor had run out of things to say, ‘Well your friend …’ He waited for an interruption that never came, ‘Great, well she has been under some stress for some time and this has affected with the breaching of the baby.’

‘What does that mean doc?!’ Heechul asked, ‘I was never one for biology.’

‘It means that we can only save one person with the complication in the birthing policy. Hospital policy is that we save the mother but we need the go ahead from you.’ He explained.

All those words that the doctor spoke had just sunk deep into his head. He was now responsible for two lives, two lives that didn't even like him, ‘Both….please try save both.’

‘That is in our best intention Mr Kim.’ He patted his shoulder before disappearing.

Heechul paced up and down the waiting room, biting down on his knuckles. He knew if the baby died, you would kill him but he couldn't bare loosing you either. Two hours passed and he was becoming irritable by the second. He was snapping at everyone, not eating or drinking. He sat on the corner with his head in his hands and cried. At that moment, he prayed for the first time in years. He prayed that God spared both lives, even if it meant he would never talk or see any of them on a regular basis. Sniffing, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

‘Would you like to meet your baby?’ The doctor asked.

‘And the mother?’ He shot to his feet, ‘Is the mother okay?’

‘They are both perfectly healthy.’ He smiled, guiding the younger to the room that now house you and his baby.

He approached the bed cautiously, ‘Y/N?’

‘Meet our baby boy.’ You motioned to the baby in your arms.

As you said that, you were both bombarded by everyone that had been waiting outside. They all cooed over the addable baby boy and couldn't believe that Kim Heechul had produced that. His teasing was endless. They stayed for two hours before leaving the two of you alone with the baby in your arms. Heechul had been scared to carry him because he was terrified that he might drop him or something like that.

‘He has your eyes.’ He beamed as you remained silent and a tear fell down his cheek, ‘And your nose….’

‘Please don’t take him,’ Your voice broke, ‘Please Heechul.’

He snapped out of it, wiping his tear, ‘No, I am not heartless.’

‘But you brought custody papers.’

‘I destroyed them.’

‘What?’ You said in shock, ‘Why?’

‘I want him to have a happy life,’ Heechul played with the babies hand, as he wrapped his tiny one around Heechul’s finger, ‘Even if this means I can only see him once in a while. I’m sorry Y/N, I never meant to say what I said. I was drunk and out of my mind. I want the baby to be happy, even if it means he grows up with you but I still stand on how I feel about you. I genuinely love you, Y/N…’

‘So do we have a name for the little guy?’ A nurse walked in as you both looked at each other.

‘I was thinking Kim Seungwook.’ You smiled down at the baby then him, ‘Victorious Sunrise.’

‘Kim? You will give the baby my name?’

‘Because I want this to work as well…’

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Imagine #10 Charles Xavier (Logan Howlett?) - Part 2

Requested by Anon: Hi love I just found your tumblr and its amazing, and I was wondering if you’re planning to write a part two of the Charles Xavier imagine where the reader has siren powers? 💗

Requested by Anon: Hii could you do an imagine where you have the ability to make everyone horny who touches here (like Alisha in Misfits if you have seen it) and she is barraly 18. she has a thing for for Charles and Logan and yeah… I love your blog ❤

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Words: 2181

Warnings: Swears, fem!reader, angst-ish, typos

A/N: Well, both these requests are from months ago and I am really sorry! I’m also sorry for not uploading in weeks. I’m really busy right now with my brother moving in and my other brother behaving like a twat, uni is killing me and I have a date tomorrow, which is probably going to be a fucking disaster, since I have neither confidence nor social skills. Also, I have no idea, why every Part 2 to whatever I write turns into angst. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Part 1

You could see the mansion from all the way down the street, its roof peaking through the scanty green of the early April trees. You hadn’t been here in a long time. And if you were completely honest, you had to admit that the way you had left hadn’t exactly been the behaviour of a young, well-mannered lady. The past years you had been trying to blame it on your mutation, but at least saying goodbye wouldn’t have hurt anyone, that you couldn’t argue with.

Seriously though, you thought, as your reluctant steps brought you closer and closer to the last place you wanted to be, what were you doing here again? You had always hated confrontation, nothing had changed about that after you had left Charles and the others. But you had also never in your life felt as bad as the months after you had disappeared without notice.

Something by the side of the road caught your eye and you kneeled down in front of the weather-worn plate that was laying in the grass a few steps away from the familiar gate. ‘Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters’, it read in big, clear letters and a strange mixture of pride and sadness took hold of you. So he had actually done it, you thought, Charles had managed to make this place an actual school. You knew that it had been his biggest dream, the thing he had been working for the hardest and the longest. Which made it even worse, that the times of Xavier’s school evidently were over already. Charles would never have something of his lying around like that, you thought and got back on your feet.

The closer you got to the mansion, the clearer it became to you, that the school itself wasn’t the only thing about this place that wasn’t going well. The windows were dirty from rain and nature; the driveway was covered in last fall’s leaves. The garden hadn’t been looked after at all and, the most peculiar detail, the front door was standing far open, opening the view to the dark and more than messy foyer.

Suddenly, you were all too sure that you didn’t want to see, what was going on here, and at the same time knew, that this was the moment, in which you had to take the steps that you’d been dreading for years. Dammit, you thought, as your feet carried you towards the few steps in front of the main portal.

You stepped over the threshold, just in time to see something fly across the staircase and land on the other side, just slightly out of your sight. It – him, as you realized – groaned and tried to get up, just in time to be hit by another flying… person? You didn’t know what to do, surreally, you felt like laughing, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the fact that the man was being thrown across the room once again. You made a step back and furrowed and kneaded your hands nervously, as the second person/creature jumped into the chandelier, whilst continuing his indescribable screaming and roaring.

“Hank, what’s going on here?”, you heard a very familiar voice and felt your breath catch in your chest, as a third man stepped into the picture. You couldn’t see him properly in the dimmed light of the foyer, but oh, you recognized him immediately. This, you thought, was the definition of bad timing.

“Professor.”, the first stranger said. “Wait, you know this guy?”, the chandelier-dangling… person added. “Ugh, he looks slightly familiar. Get off the bloody chandelier, Hank!”

It took you a moment to notice, because you hadn’t at all been expecting it, but once you realized, you couldn’t unhear it: The professor was mumbling, his words more like a stream of indefinable noises. Which could be explained with the glass of whiskey in his hand. Oh no, you thought, not being able to suppress your disappointed groan. What the hell was going on here?

Three pairs of eyes met yours and for a second nobody said a word. “I’m sorry, were you expecting someone, professor?”, the first stranger asked, his voice sarcastic. You didn’t like his tone, but the scurrility of the situation still made you laugh uncomfortably.

“Looks like this is gonna be a hell of a tea party.”, you mumbled and immediately regretted it, seeing the familiar spark in the three men’s eyes, even in the dimmed light of the foyer. “I take that as a ‘no’, then.”, the first man replied. The professor didn’t say a word, but after a moment, he tumbled forward and dropped down on the stairs in a way, that would have had the Charles you knew complain about everything, from his manners to his getup. What had happened to him?

Your eyes fell on the third person in the room and as you noticed the familiar face structure beneath the bizarre, blue fur that was covering his body from head to toe, you recalled the name that Charles had called him by. “Hank?”, you asked, your voice high in confusion. “Hank McCoy?”

“The one and only.”, he replied, suddenly sounding tired, as his face started to return back to a human colour. Did I miss out on something, you wanted to ask, but you already knew the answer. Of course, you had, and it was your own fault. Your guilt hit you with the force of a rhino. “Long time no see.”, you murmured, lowering your gaze towards your gloved hands.

“So, this is what? A family reunion?”, the first man asked. “If it were a family reunion, what would you be doing here?”, Charles asked. You hadn’t expected him to say a word and your eyes met with his immediately. You tried to smile, but you weren’t sure, if his sharp words were directed at you or the stranger. Probably both.

“Well, I’m here to ask for your help.”, the stranger replied, before interrupting himself. “Wait, you can walk?” Silence.

“Wait, what?” You stepped towards the three men, not knowing where to look. Right now, the stranger seemed the safest bet, which was something you had never thought before. You didn’t dare to look at Charles, and Hank… well, he obviously didn’t dare to look at you. “What do you mean, he can walk?”, you repeated, ignoring the stranger’s eyes looking you up and down. You knew it wasn’t his fault. It was your mutation, your… gift.

“So, you don’t know him that well, then?” It hurt, it hurt like a bitch. But the man couldn’t possibly know that and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell anyone. No, obviously, you thought, you didn’t know him that well, not any more. “No.”, was all you said.

“What are you doing here, y/n?” It was Hank, now looking like his human self again, stepping towards you. You could tell that he wasn’t sure whether to hug you or to kick you out. You had been friends. Once, years ago, you reminded yourself.

“What happened here?”, you asked. “The place, it’s…” “Wrecked? Thank you for your input.”, Charles interrupted. You didn’t know why you weren’t expecting to hear his voice. Maybe it was less about his voice than about his tone. You deserved it, but it hurt. Which you probably also deserved. “Charles, I’m…” “You’re overstepping your boundaries. This is private property.” “Charles, I…” “As for you.”, Charles spit towards the stranger. “Why should I help you with anything? I don’t know you and I don’t care.”

“Because I was sent here for you and I’m sure, you’ll want to help me in this matter.” “Well, it’s a shame that I’m busy right now, I would have loved to hear the story behind some Canadian punk breaking into my house and telling me…” “Technically, Beast let me in.” “Technically, he entered against my…” “Hank!”

“Stop it!”, you interrupted and to your enormous surprise, the men actually listened. What was going on here? Charles never hesitated to help anyone, neither friend, nor stranger. And Charles never had to ask anyone about their stories. Their stories came to him and often he had a hard time keeping them out, or at least that’s what he had told you. And Charles definitely wouldn’t leave this place rotting like that. He loved this house! This wasn’t the Charles you knew. Or had known. “What happened to the school, Charles?”

He groaned and took another sip from his whiskey, before getting up on his feet and turning away from you. “You can both piss off.”, he shouted over his shoulder, tumbling up the stairs. “Hank, show them the door.” But that wasn’t necessary, at least not for you.

“Y/n, wait!” It was Hank, but you ignored him, if anything, you increased the pace with which you left the mansion behind you. God, was this your fault? You didn’t even want to hear the answer to that. “Y/n!”

You were roughly four steps away from the gate, when a hand got hold of your arm and you froze for a split-second. Panic flooded your system and you ripped your arm free before realizing that you were wearing a jacket. He hadn’t touched your skin. You turned around to look at Hank. “He didn’t mean it like that.”, he insisted, the same caring expression in his eyes, that they had always worn years ago. “Didn’t he? I would have.”, you managed to say, before tears started running down your cheeks. “I came here to apologize and I… I was prepared for his disappointment, his anger, but… but this? What happened here, Hank? What…?”

“Shhhh.”, Hank hissed, obviously not knowing what to do, but wanting to do something, anything to help you. He started to awkwardly stroke your arm and you jumped once again, a reflex to what could have happened. What had happened in the past. “It’ll be fine.”

“Will it, really?”, you howled, not able to contain yourself. “He used to help people. No matter, who they were. And now he won’t even talk to the guy? He won’t even listen to me?”

“Why don’t you come back inside?” You didn’t argue with that. This place had been your home, even if just for a few weeks. You had never felt more at home, than in your time with Charles. And all that was left of that time was your guilt and the run down house in front of you.

The stranger was still sitting in the foyer and he didn’t look particularly happy either. “This went well.”, he said and looked at you accusingly. “Who are you?”, he asked.

“An old friend. My name is y/n.”, you replied tiredly. “Define friend.”, the stranger murmured, eyeing your undoubtedly red and puffy face. You didn’t care. “You’re one to talk.” He grinned and shook his head. “I’m Logan. So, what did you do to piss off the professor? I mean, the way I know him, it’s practically impossible to get on his bad side.” “It didn’t sound like you knew him very well, if you ask me.”, you countered. Who was this guy, anyway?

“That’s a matter of perspective. And a very long story.” “Must be your lucky day, Charles didn’t even seem willing to listen to a short story.” “Your story doesn’t seem to be of his concern either.”

“Could you stop that, guys?”, Hank asked, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “Let’s just agree, that he isn’t in a position to talk to either of you.”

“Really? Most people find it easier to talk to me after they had a few drinks. And he seems to be far ahead of that, so…” “Do you think this is a joke?”, you growled at him angrily. “Oh, not at all, sweetheart, but I’m on a schedule and he is the only person, who can help me.” “So you behave like a dick? Amazing strategy, how has it been working out for you in the past?”

Silence. Then: “I like you.”, Logan said, eyeing you once again and you knew that your mutation was at it again.

“What do you need his help for?”, Hank asked. He looked exhausted, only now you realized the dark circles under his eyes. “I need to prevent something from happening, or many people will die. And for that I need the professor’s help. And Magneto’s.”

“Mag… Erik? Where is he? When I… when I left, he was here, what happened?” “You missed out on quite a lot, y/n. And you,”, he looked at Logan and his expression changed from sad to sceptical, “you can forget about your plan. There is no way to get a hold of Erik.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say it’s impossible. We might just need a little help.” “Do you know where he is?”, Hank asked, furrowing his brows. “Yes. Like I said, we might need some help. And since Charles doesn’t have his powers, I guess, we’ll…”

“Charles doesn’t what?”, you interrupted, just as Hank asked: “How do you know about that?” “Well, it’s time for my long story, then.”

#xmen imagine #charles xavier imagine #logan howlett imagine #charles xavier x reader #logan howlett x reader

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How about a scenario to unravel: A situation where Ace disappears (with team reactions?). Is it mission gone wrong? Kidnap? Something more sinister at play? Who knows! Knock yourself out however you wish (or not that is ok to don't dress

Thanks Anon for loving my work, here’s a little something for you! Sorry it took so long! Yadda yadda undercut.

Word Count: 5,810

Blood/injury/death mention.

Ace doesn’t know what feels worse, their splitting headache, the searing pain on their side, or the frigid wet cold that they feel all over. Well, at least they have a blanket on to keep warm. Ace snuggled up to it, forgetting about the day that was laid out before them. Well, until someone started calling their name.

“Agent, wake up…” The voice was a bit deep and angry.

“Five-five more minutes…” Ace mumbled. They don’t know why they can’t move their arms or feet, and honestly, they don’t care. They just want to sleep the pain away. They turned away from the voice, hoping that it will leave them alone.

“Oh for Pete’s sakes! Wake up!” The voice tore the blanket off of Ace, making the penguin shiver from the cold.

“Who do you think you are-” Ace turned around and saw that the voice was in fact, Herbert. Standing tall with a scowl on his face and a tattered, and a bit bloody blanket in his paws. That was when everything fell back into place in Ace’s mind. That they were sent on a scouting mission, they were seen and chased, and now…captured. Of course, they lost their phone and jacket in this whole mess as well. Ace frowned.

“Who do you think I am? My Agent, such mean things to say to the hero that took your cold, bloody fowl body in and dressed your wounds and gave you a blanket! You should be glad that I have some compassion and I just didn’t leave you to die outside in this insufferable weather!” Herbert threw the blanket back at Ace, smirking that it hit the penguin in their face.

“Oh, I am so sorry Herbert! My great savior and hero!” Ace’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. They hate being captured, but at least they were alone in this. They’ll be fine, they just got to find out what Herbert is planning to do and find a way to escape. “So, why did the compassionate Herbert tie me up if he is so kind?” Ace tried to put the blanket on them, yet with their flippers tied, that is something hard to do, so it just fell to the ground. Giving a glare at the blanket was all that Ace could do, hoping that they had some mind powers to move it.

“For goodness sakes, you are even more pathetic than the last time I remember.” Herbert walked up to the penguin and wrapped the blanket around them. Wouldn’t want their enemy to die of hyperthermia. The freaking penguin is shaking like a leaf and seems to be a bit blue around the feathers. “As you must know, just because I won’t let you die, doesn’t mean I won’t keep you captured here.”

“Oh, so what will you do? Brag about your intelligence? Oh! Oh! I know! You will tell me about your tragic backstory yet again! Or how “The Great and Powerful Herbert” captured one of the Elite Penguin Fools’ best agents! Oh please, Herbert, don’t be so cruel, I’d rather succumb to my wounds than to be bored to death.” Ace looked down at their wound that was bandaged up, they forget, how did they get that anyways? They remember being chased, and falling down, then the pain. Did Herbert do that to them? They looked up at the polar bear, seeing red on his paws. Well, whatever that can be seen with his paws made into fists.

“You’re testing my patience Agent. I am this close to letting you go outside in this snowstorm and wait until you turn into a popsicle.” Herbert gritted his teeth as one hand pointed to the outside and the other rested at the bridge of his snout. Oh, how much he loathes this Agent. Their sarcasm and fight being the two things that annoy him the most. Sure, the penguin is a fun thing to trick, yet somehow, in the end, that penguin gets the upper hand. If it was luck that fuels this agent, Herbert is just waiting for it to run out.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But really, what are you planning to do with me?” Ace would rather not get the boot to the outside. They remember the snow storm being terrible when they left for their mission, getting worse with every passing moment, by now the storm must be too dangerous to even think about going out.

“Um…well…” Herbert paused and think. What was he going to do? He had no plans to think of at this moment, all of his resources for the winter are being used to grow his own vegetables and to survive, rather than take over this pathetic little island. He looked back at the agent and smirked. “I’m going to interrogate you! I shall beat answers out of you and make you quiver in fear!” Yeah! That’s what he’ll do! “Right Klutzy?” He looked down at his small friend.

“Click, clickity.” Klutzy grabbed a flashlight and handed it to Herbert.

“You’ll never get anything out of me Herbert.” Ace squinted as Herbert shines the light into their eyes. Goodness, that hurts their head. Maybe they got a concussion as well? Welp, that’s a shame.

“Oh shut up, I will get inside your little bird brained mind and get all of your secrets about the EPF!” Herbert glared at Ace, maybe that will get them to talk? Who knows, in fact, Herbert doesn’t even want to try to beat some info out of Ace, he could just get it by hacking into the EPF mainframe or something else. But maybe they have something that isn’t on the computers? “So why did you even try to stalk me?” Eh, a good place to start.

“You really think I will talk Herbert? I know nothing and won’t say anything.” Ace sighed. Is he really going for this? Whatever, he’ll just get bored and move on, hopefully.

Ace really wish it was that simple. Herbert tried for hours upon hours to make them talk. Going on from asking the same question, to threatening to stick Ace outside into the cold. Yet whenever Ace told him to do it, he refused. Saying that he is not giving his hostage a chance to escape or whatever.

“Come on Agent, answer the question. Why were you stalking me?!” Herbert lifted Ace up, hoping that being a bit manhandled would scare them.

“If your method of torture is boredom, I would say, it’s working, yet, I still won’t tell you why.” With that Ace was dropped down from Herbert’s grip onto the ground. Ace couldn’t help but yawn. They were going at it for what? A few hours now? It surely must be night time.

“AAARGGHH, THAT DOES IT, I’M DONE PLAYING THESE GAMES!” Herbert threw a punch to the cave wall, giving it a nice crack. Thankfully Herbert couldn’t see the flash of fear in Ace’s face as he did that. The polar bear took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll get some food, then go to bed.” That was when Herbert and Klutzy took their leave. Letting Ace be all alone.

“Oh thank puffles, I thought he would never leave!” Ace mumbled to themselves. Time to find a way to escape. Ace tried to move their flippers free, yet it was no use, Herbert tied them too tight. Ace tried to stand up, yet they couldn’t even move their feet that much to make a clean getaway. So instead Ace tried to roll around, hoping that it would loosen the rope. Which didn’t do much but take the blanket off. Ace rolled back onto the blanket as Herbert came back in. Seeing Ace just lying down on the floor. He sighed.

“You know, I made you some food as well. If you want some, just sit up if you can.” Herbert walked over the penguin. Seeing the penguin sit up and look up at him.

“So, how am I going to eat? Are you going to feed me?” Ace really hope it’s not that.

“Nah, I won’t stoop myself that low.” Herbert put a bowl of soup and a cup of water down.

“Well, aren’t you so nice.” Ace rolled themselves onto their stomach. Ah, so they are just gonna need to use their face. This is great, just great. Well, Ace tried to eat the soup and drink the water, well most of what they could get from it. After Ace was done, Herbert took the bowl and cup and started laughing.

“You know Agent, if you give me some access codes, I will let you free.” Maybe being humiliated like that will open them up?

“Okay Herbert, you win.” Ace sat themselves up. “The access codes for the EPF mainframe is, pi, i, -i, and horizontal 8.” Ace couldn’t help but crack up as Herbert’s face went from awe to confusion to pure anger. If Ace died right then and there, to them it would be worth it.

“YOU, JUST YOU LITTLE!” Herbert shook with rage. Alright, he’s done, nope, he needs to rest. Tomorrow that penguin will tell him some info! They just have to. “Good night you brat!” Herbert walked out of the room, leaving Ace all alone again.

“Nighty, night, P-bear!” Ace stifled a yawn as they laid down on the blanket. Hopefully, the others are alright and aren’t too worried about Ace. They just don’t want anyone to get lost in this storm because of them. With that, Ace rested their eyes and fell asleep. Hoping that the storm subsides. **********************************************************************Trying to search in this storm at night was a bad idea. G gritted his beak as he tried to look around, to try to see the agents in front of him. This is terrible, they can’t even see a lousy ten feet out! He felt guilt, heck, he felt more than guilt at this moment, he felt that he was the sole reason as to why Ace was gone. Letting that penguin go out in a storm like this?! What was he thinking? Apparently, something had to make sense, since Dot approved of letting them go out in this weather as well. But still, this doesn’t take the burden off of him in the slightest. G snapped out of it as his name was called out.

“G! I can’t see in this weather! The storm is too much!” Rookie called out.

“I know Rookie, I think we have to cancel this search party for tonight.” G sighed. He doesn’t want to cancel the search party, but they have to. This weather was too much for the group.

“Why? Jet can’t try to fly out?” Dot quipped up. She really needs to find Ace, she feels terrible that she and G allowed them to go out in this storm. Heck, Ace even asked them if they were sure about it since the storm was going on when Ace was informed about their mission! Just, this is just great. If The Director doesn’t chew their heads off, then the guilt will from this mess up.

“Negative Dot, this weather is too much for me to fly out.” Jet looked around and frowned.

“Are you sure you can’t try?” Dot just, she really needs to get something going, she just can’t leave an agent missing on the field.

“Dot, I would love to flip this island upside down to find Ace, I really would, but I rather not be putting myself in danger, which will cause for two missing agents.” Jet just couldn’t help but to spat that lasts part out at her. Sure, Ace going MIA is terrible, but in this weather? Who knows how long Ace could survive this, and Jet really would love to flip this whole place down to find them, yet he can’t. Which just makes it even worse. Since now not only are they down an agent, but they can’t do a single thing about it. Hopefully the storm subsides in the morning, but for now, it’s best for them all the retreat.

“He’s right…we shouldn’t be putting any more agents in a position that can put them in danger.” G added.

“Then, what should we do?” Dot looked at the three guys. This feeling of helplessness sinking into her, a feeling she hates.

“Well…what would Ace want us to do?…” Rookie mumbled. He just, he woke up to hear that Ace was missing and scrambled to HQ as soon as he could. He wants to find Ace, yet in this weather, this late? He didn’t even think he would be able to get this far out without freezing. He pulled himself closer to Jet, grabbing one of his flippers and letting it wrap around him. Hoping that would keep him a bit warm, as well to comfort his worries.

“…they would want us to turn back and return when the storm stops…” Jet mumbled.

The rest of the group looked at each other. Should they just go?

“Fine, tomorrow once the storm lightens up, we’ll go and search for Ace. For now, we’ll go back to bed. Everyone come back to HQ at around 8 am or earlier. The weather report says the storm will be gone by then.” Dot announced.

With a group of nods and okays, the group left. **********************************************************************Quickly enough to return in the morning. This time, not only do they have the regular group, but a few more agents and PH as well. Hoping the puffles could find something. G waddled around with Rookie, hoping that the two of them could find something that would shine a light where Ace was gone. The silence though was killing him. He just doesn’t know what to say. “So…um, I am so sorry that we woke you and Jet up last night about Ace being missing…eheh. I hope we didn’t cause too much trouble for you guys.”

“It’s fine G, we were going to find out that Ace was gone sooner or later…might as well have been then.” Rookie looked down. He hates this feeling he has. Just, one of their Waddle Squad buddies being gone. Especially finding out they went missing during that storm? “Do you think, that Ace will be alright? They know basic survival, but do you think they’ll be fine?”

“I…I don’t know Rookie. Hopefully, they’ll be fine, but with this weather, who knows.” G really wants to assure Rookie that all will be alright, heck, he even wants to tell himself that. Yet he knows that he can’t since setting high hopes will only get them hurt in the end. “If anything, Herbert could’ve gotten to…” G stopped as he saw Rookie run up ahead of him. “Rookie? Where are you going?! Rookie!” G chased him and came to a quick stop right behind the green agent. “O-oh no…”

A trail of blood led down to a river was what they found. Rookie stood in front of it in shock. Just seeing this all was too much for him. He just wants to go home, he just wants to go home and to get a call from Ace that they should hang out today, and that whatever was happening now was just a bad dream. Yet this wasn’t make believe, this was a true nightmare, one that was as true as Operation Black Out. Did Ace feel this way when he and the others went missing? It has to be, this feeling of regret and worries bottled up inside of him felt too much to hold. Yet he has to stay strong, the green agent turned to G, his face as solemn as ever. “I-I think we need PH and the others over here now…”

G nodded and got them over there, leading into an investigation throughout the river. Underwater puffles swimming through, hoping to find a body if one was deposited into there. “Did you guys find anything?” G asked as the puffles finished their investigation.

“They found something, not a body, but something alright.” PH replied to G. These types of investigations always bring down the mood of everyone, including PH. The idea of an agent going missing and might be, that, is something that no one wants to imagine. She handed G a jacket that was soaked, as well with some blood stains. “Was this theirs?”

“…” G held the jacket. They remember Ace coming in with it when they got the mission. It was theirs alright, and now they don’t have it. ��Yes, this was their jacket PH. Do you think they drowned?”

“I have no idea, we found nobody, they could’ve had that slip off of them as they went who knows where, or it fell off of them as they were eaten by some sea vermin.” PH looked away. “We sent some puffles out to sniff out the area, but they lost the scent before we could find another clue G. If we were to start looking from around here, it might take us a long time.”

“So, you’re saying we should stop looking?” G looked at her in disbelief. Stop looking for one of their own? This early? That’s ridiculous! That’s, that’s. Tragic and might need to be done.

“Well…I say we try for another day or so, if anything, they could’ve been captured by Herbert if they didn’t drown. But by the looks of it…” PH looked away.

“I understand…thank you PH, I’ll contact The Director.” G waddled back, holding the jacket close to him. He just, he just can’t believe this is happening. One of his agents, gone, no trace of them at all. If Jet and Dot don’t find a clue, this investigation might have to go into missing penguins, and then, it might just become a cold case. G shuddered at the thought of that. One of his agents, one of the few that was so close with everyone on the team, just being gone? No, this isn’t happening, it isn’t real. Ace is fine! They’re smart, they can survive! G waddled to Rookie, holding the jacket towards them.

“Did they find Ace!?” Rookie looked and saw that there was nobody, living or, well, unconscious? He looked down to see Ace’s jacket. “That’s their jacket! So they must be close right?!” Rookie took it from G without hesitation, feeling how soaked it is. Going through the pockets, hoping to find something that will give them a lead.

“No, they didn’t Rookie. In fact, we might just be searching for another day or so before it goes into missing penguins.”

“But?! We can find Ace! They’re here! They have to be somewhere around here! They even, they even!” Rookie took out Ace’s phone, one that is soaked and broken They can’t even call Ace, they knew they couldn’t before, but now they know why. “G…Ace isn’t fine…are they?” Rookie looked up at G, just, feeling broken.

“Probably not…” G held up his flippers, he knows that Rookie is just, heck, they all are overwhelmed and out of it by this. Rookie hugged G, a bit too tight for the blue penguin, but with what’s going on, it doesn’t matter to him that much. G gently patted the back of the agent.

“They’re probably, probably dead or something by now, and we can’t even find them.” Tears streamed down Rookie’s face. He just, he just can’t believe it. Ace is really gone. He should’ve joined Ace in that mission, he should’ve talked to them before about it or something. He knew he didn’t know until now, but still, he wishes that he did.

“Hey, hey, Ace isn’t dead, they might be alive still! We just have to find them.” Jetpack noises filled the air. G looked up. Seeing Dot and Jet coming back from their search. Hopefully, they found something.

“Oh my goodness! Jet!” Rookie lets go of G as he ran over to the red penguin, latching onto him as he cried into his shoulder.

“…Did you guys find Ace?…” Jet could only ask that question. If Rookie was this upset, then there must be a reason. One that he can’t fathom to hear. “No! Even worse! We found a blood trail, and, and there is nothing else! Just their jacket with their phone! Did you guys find anything?” The green penguin looked between Jet and Dot, hoping that they found something.

“Negative Rookie. We searched everywhere in the sky, and found nothing.” Dot sighed. This is looking bleak, in fact, it seems that Ace is truly gone from their sights. Unless some miracle happens, like Herbert contacting them and announcing their newly held hostage. Yet knowing Herbert, he wouldn’t even dare to step outside in this cold, much less the snow storm that happened last night.

“So what are our orders for now?” Jet looked at Dot and G, hoping that maybe they have something to say.

“Well, we will look until tonight, or until another storm picks up and we will do another search tomorrow morning as well.” G announced.

Dot nodded. She didn’t have anything else to add. Sure, they will be doing some other missions here and there, but right now. This is their number one priority, making sure that one of their agents come back safely. Safe and sound, like they all should when they return from a mission. Dot hopes that Ace is okay. **********************************************************************Ace isn’t okay, in fact, they wish they were dead. It has been a whole day of Herbert trying to get information out of them, yet again. This time, Herbert decided to take the “torture by boredom” quite literally. Oh how much Ace hates their sassy beak sometimes.

“And that was when I discovered, I was in fact, a vegetarian. Any questions that you may have Agent?” Herbert looked down at Ace and smiled. Oh, how much fun he’s been having! To have someone to listen to your life story! Even if it does bore them to death, it’s a way for him to hope he can get some valuable information!

“Yes, I do have one question, Herbert. Can you just please put me out of my misery now? I know you hate me, but doing this? I feel like we are violating some sort of war crime.” Ace was so tired of this, just so very tired. They were just looking around all day trying to find something to break free with and found it. That object is a very sharp end of an anchor that Herbert somehow got. The only problem is that Ace has to wait until Herbert leaves the room, which he hasn’t done at all, well for an extended period of time.

“Oh! So rude of you Agent! Has anyone ever taught you some manners? Or must I tell you the story of how I learned to be an upstanding polar bear?”

“I think you would need to hear that story again as well Herbert since you slouch all the time.” They quipped up. Despite feeling half brain dead, they still got the sass.

“YOU-” Before Herbert could continue any further, a clock bell rang, signaling that it was time for Herbert to hit the hay. “Don’t think this isn’t over yet! Tomorrow Agent, I will get you to talk!”

“Mmhmm and polar bears all over the world will fly to Club Penguin to have the biggest shindig! Good night!” Ace watched as Klutzy and Herbert took their leave. Letting Ace be all alone in the small room. Ace waited for what felt like hours, they just need to make sure that Herbert is asleep and not in some in-between state that he could be easily awakened from. After that, Ace slowly propelled themselves towards the anchor. Trying to get the rope entangled to the sharp edge, hoping that it will rip the rope apart. Which it did, as well as cutting them up a little. Oh well, they’re free now at least! After being freed loose from their entrapment, Ace grabbed the rope and a grappling hook that they saw scattered about before. Tying the two together, hoping this will come in handy. As Ace waddled out of the room, they grabbed the blanket that they have been using these past few days as well. Sure, it’s too small and flimsy to really protect them from the cold, but it’s better than nothing. Ace walked into the room that Herbert was sleeping in, him laying on some cushioned chair. Well, now they can search around for any plans that Herbert was thinking of doing. As quietly as they could, Ace began looking around, not realizing a small crab that was still awake.

“Clickity click click.” Klutzy clicked. Letting their presence be known.

“Oh, um, hi Klutzy. Uhh, go back to sleep little buddy, old pal?” Ace whispered to the little crustacean. Crud, oh crud, this is bad, real bad. Without any real forethought, Ace grabbed whatever blueprints they could and ran out of the cave as fast as they could. Not realizing that one of the blueprints was on a board, making it fall off and clatter onto the floor, waking Herbert.

“What the?…” Herbert looked to see his plans were gone, and that Klutzy was clicking about how their hostage is getting away. “WHAT?! YOU FOWL THING!” Herbert jumped out of his chair and began to chase Agent outside. “COME BACK HERE YOU FOOL!” Herbert bellowed out as he ditched using his two legs, and instead began to stampede on all fours.

“Oh, crud! Oh no, oh no…” Ace panted out as they tried their best to get away from Herbert. Forgetting that typically polar bears will use all of their fours to chase their prey. Whether it was for eating or to toy with, it doesn’t matter to them, Ace is now his prey. Ace tried to weave through the trees, yet in this nightly snow storm, it was so hard to see, much less to move in. Ace stopped as they were on a ledge of some sort of cliff. Standing there dumbfounded at what to do. They couldn’t jump? Could they? It was that or Herbert will get them, and in this cold, it was hard to even think about getting lost in this weather, yet, Ace just can’t stand being captured. “Oh, you little fool, just give me my plans back and I will make sure that I won’t hurt you, much.” Herbert stood back on his two legs, panting. What he didn’t expect was for Ace to jump. “You idiot!” Herbert tried to grab Ace, but instead, all he did was swipe them on their side as they went tumbling down. Herbert looked at his claw, now red from the action he had done. He sighed as he watched the penguin tumble further away from him. He could either chase them and get lost in this cold weather, or just call it a lost and head back. He looked back at their hideout and back to where Ace probably fell down to. “Good luck Agent! Hopefully, the other Elite Penguin Fools won’t find your body frozen to death!” With that comment, he headed back. It’s out of his control now.

Ace didn’t know what possessed them to jump, but they did and now they regret it so much. Falling and falling into who knows where, as Ace’s body stopped falling, they could only just lay there for a moment. Trying to collect their thoughts with what just happened. Trying to remember what they still have after that tumble. They still have the blueprints and the blanket, yet the grappling hook was gone. As Ace tried to pull themselves up, they felt excruciating pain in their right flipper. Looking at it, Ace realized that it was broken, and goodness, now everything hurts. Have they been swiped at again by Herbert? Probably, Ace remembers seeing some red as they were falling down. Ace decided it would be best to lay down for a while, just enough of time to collect their thoughts. Yet, what if they pass out? They would be outside in this cold weather, and that isn’t good. With fear of the weather being too much, Ace got up and tried their best to keep waddling on. Whatever they have to do is to find their way home, they just can’t stay here in this weather.

“I’m such an idiot…” Ace shivered. What a fool! What an idiot! They are just going to die here and then the others are going to see what a silly and stupid penguin Ace was. No, no, they’ll be fine, just gotta keep moving. Ace stopped for a moment as they looked up to the sky, seeing that it was still night. Yet they see smoke coming up, meaning that they are close to civilization. Ace began to run towards the smoke, hoping that, someone is there to help them. What Ace didn’t realize, was that they were running straight into a river. Plummeting into the cold water, it took Ace all of their might to get out of it. Throwing themselves onto dry land, Ace felt all of their energy just being sapped away from them. Their body trembling, trying to keep themselves warm from this frigid weather. They couldn’t help but let all of the frustrations of being captured, escaping and this pain to be let out through a scream for help. Just the pain of it all was too much for them to bare. They don’t care if they will attract Herbert or whatever enemy, they would rather have someone than to be alone like this.

“Ace?! Is that you?” Dot ran towards the source of the noise. She just came out here to search for Ace, and now she heard a scream for help? Maybe it’s them! It has to be! “Oh my goodness, Ace! It really is you! Thank puffles!” She ran towards her friend who seems to be soaked to the bone. Trying to get them to lay on their back, they shouldn’t be moving or anything. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just my right flipper is broken, I just want to go inside Dot, I can stand Dot.” Ace tried to stand up by themselves, yet their body didn’t feel like cooperating, and instead, they just fell back. Thankfully, Dot was able to grab them before they fell, gently putting them on the ground.

“Ace, just relax, we’ll get some help, you shouldn’t be moving.” Dot wrapped her jacket around the penguin. How long were they even out here for? She pulled out her phone and called the others. Hopefully, they’ll come soon. “But Dot, I can, I can…” Ace felt nothing more but pure exhaustion. With this whole night of them trying to survive, and the comfort of being found. Ace just let their tired body win this, and promptly pass out. **********************************************************************“Ace, wakey wakey…” A voice called out to Ace. Giving them a good poke to the head.

“Rookie, let them rest.” Another voice scolded the other.

“Sorry Jet…” Rookie apologized.

Ace couldn’t help but open their eyes, they have already been interrupted from their sleep. As they looked around, they noticed that the others were in the room with them. Sitting around in some solemn silence. Well except Rookie, who was right in their face poking them. Rookie’s eyes went wide as they saw that Ace woke up.

“Ace! You’re awake now!” Rookie gave the penguin a big hug, yet still being careful not to hurt their broken flipper.

“Yeah, guess so…” Ace at first froze from the sudden hug but then sunk into the embrace. “…how long was I out?” They looked at the others, seeing that some of them got up from their seats.

“About a few hours, give or take. You freaked Dot out by your sudden pass out.” Jet added.

“Well, who wouldn’t be? One minute this penguin was telling me they’re fine and they can walk, the next, they weren’t responsive!” Dot waddled up to Ace and joined in on the hug. Then the others did, making it one big group hug. After a while, they all pulled apart. Just being so relieved that Ace was found.

“So what happened Ace?” G asked. Part for his own curiosity and the rest being for HQ, they are all going to be doing a lot of paperwork this week.

“Oh, well at first I found Herbert, but he saw me, so I was chased, I think I fell or something, so I got knocked out, and woke up in his lair captured.” Ace motioned to their bandaged up wound on their side. “Apparently Herbert bandaged me up and kept me as a hostage for those two days.”

“At least you weren’t outside in the cold then.” Jet added. Sure, being captured sucks, but it’s better than freezing to death.

“Yeah, better than that.” Ace continued. “Then last night I escaped, was chased again, this time though I lost Herbert, well he stopped chasing me I believe, and fell into the river that Dot was by and here we are now.”

“Why didn’t you just stay with Herbert if the weather was so bad out?” Rookie asked.

“I rather not stay in his clutches for long, as well that escaping in this weather made it easier for me to lose him.” Ace answered.

The group looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Sure, it wasn’t the most ideal escape, but it’s better than staying in Herbert’s clutches for too long.

“Also, you had some blueprints…” G held them up, now dried up from being in the river. “I’m guessing you got these from Herbert?”

“Yeah, I thought that before I left, I would do a quick search around and grab what I can.” Ace began to go under their covers, sleepiness coming back to them. “Why? Did I get something useless?”

“No, in fact, you got some of his plans that he probably would’ve used after the winter months. Good job Agent!” G smirked. Even from this whole mess, they were able to come out on top of this.

“We should probably be going…” Jet announced. Looking at the clock on the wall.

“Okay then, see you guys tomorrow at HQ then!” Ace joked as they watched the others leave.

“Good one Ace, get some rest, and we’ll try to see you tomorrow.” Dot waved goodbye.

As the door shut closed, Ace sighed. Now they are alone and safe. Ace tried to make themselves as comfortable as they could be with a broken flipper and looked outside of their hospital window. Seeing that a new storm rages on. Ace closed their eyes, finally getting some well-deserved rest from this whole ordeal that has finally ended.

#club penguin #gary the gadget guy #herbert p. bear #rookie #jet pack guy #dot the disguise gal #club penguin headcanons #jpg #agent #ace #the agent #blood mention #death mention #short fic #long response #here ya go!

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The Rise of Justice - Requested

Requested by anon: Could you do a Bruce Wayne x reader but the reader is Clark Kents little sister? She's not kryptonion, just a normal human that Ma and Pa Kent had after Clark showed up. And Clark is super protective of her, and Bruce is head over overly priced shoes for her! And can this take place in BVS and the boys are still, all like, you need to be stopped, No YOU need to be stopped! Reader knows about their secret identities and is trying to hint that maybe they're over reacting. Plus a little smut...Thx!

Pairing: Bruce x reader

Word count: 3,492

Warnings: Language, smut - unprotected - and I changed the whoooooole story line.

A/N: Wow, BvS was so much time ago...

Enjoy!

Sunday morning after spending time at home felt both sad and lazy. (Y/N) would visit her parents and brother at Metropolis every weekend, arriving there during Saturday mornings and leaving at Sunday’s afternoon.

She loved visiting her family, and she surely missed home, but her job at Gotham was better than anything her older brother Clark could get her on Metropolis. Therefore, she moved out and agreed to visit every weekend.

“I have a friend that is looking for a…”

“Clark.” (Y/N) interrupted his brother. “Enough, we’ve talked about this.”

“I don’t like you to live in a place where a psycho killer can’t be controlled.” Clark hissed.

“Don’t worry about Joker; I’m sure I don’t fit in the victim-profile.” She joked.

“You are dating Joker’s favourite millionaire. I’m sure you’re on top of the list.” Clark fumed, “Also, I was talking about Batman.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

If her older brother only knew what kind of relationship she held with Batman…

“Batman isn’t a problem, Clark. It’s not like we’re mates or anything.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Yeah, but we both know what he thinks of me and…”

“And being your sister could mean that I could be in trouble if he could find out your true identity.” (Y/N) recited, “I know, I know. But, is he really a threat? I mean, maybe Gotham isn’t as safe as it could be, but at least he saves innocents. I don’t think he’s a bad guy.”

“(Y/N),” Clark begged, “he is Batman… I wouldn’t be surprised if he was listening to our conversation right now.”

“You’re paranoid, Clark.” She put a comforting hand over her brother’s huge ones. “I can take care of myself.”

“What if you can’t?” He inquired, gulping loudly for the mere thought of his little sister in danger made him shiver.

“Well, I hope being Superman’s little sister comes with special benefits.” She joked and Clark chuckled. “I just have to scream, right? And you’ll listen.”

He nodded. “Just be careful. Please.”

(Y/N) was walking by Bruce’s side. She was attempting to tell him all about her visit to her family, but Bruce’s mind was somewhere else.

“And Clark is writing a new article about…” Bruce nodded, encouraging her to continue talking, “Oh and my mom sent you brownies!”

“I’m sure Master Wayne will love to eat them tonight, after dinner.” Alfred spoke, “Right Master?”

“Sure.” Bruce replied listlessly.

(Y/N) shared a knowing look with Alfred and then mouthed him a thank you.

After walking all around his office, making two phone calls and writing two hand-written letters, Bruce finally looked at her in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, “After the destruction… Everyone is going crazy.”

“I know.” She granted. Alfred excused himself out of the room.

Bruce was sitting at his chair, and (Y/N) didn’t hesitate and sat on the desk. Bruce instantly placed a hand over one of her thighs.

“I’m glad you’re fine, and that you had fun with your family.” Bruce said, “I only hope that, for once, they agreed to come here.”

“Why?” She inquired, although she knew the answer.

“It’s safer here.” He repeated just like he had done many more times in the past.

“I don’t know, Superman looks like a good guy.” She joked.

“He is a threat.” Bruce stated, “He’s not human, he has no idea the kind of harm he does and…”

(Y/N) placed a finger over his lips. “Bruce, you don’t have to convince me.”

“Sorry…”

“Batman may be a human – and a very good-looking one – but I’m sure Superman has good intentions.” She spoke softly.

“You always see the good in everything…” Bruce muttered.

“I see the truth… And I’m pretty sure Superman has good intentions.” Bruce was about to argue, “I don’t want to keep arguing. Tell me, what our plans are for tonight, Mr. Wayne.”

“I know I promised you a quiet dinner, but I must get to this thing…” Bruce gave her a sheepish grin.

“You mean the dinner Lex Luthor…” Bruce nodded.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but you know how much I hate going to those things and you always make them more fun.” He said.

“I guess I can go… I mean, I wouldn’t skip the chance to finally introduce you to my brother.” She mumbled.

(Y/N) had tried so many times to convince Bruce to leave Gotham just for the weekend in order to introduce him to her family, but Bruce always insisted that Batman had to stay. On the other hand, she had also tried to take her family to Gotham – but only her parents agreed – and it resulted in the same thing with Clark: Superman couldn’t leave Metropolis at any cost. But finally, Bruce was going to Metropolis at last.

“Oh.” Bruce tried to hide his sudden nerves, “Sounds like a plan, then. Alfred will call your stylist and uh… Go get any dress you want.”

“I feel so spoiled.” She joked and Bruce gave her a loving smile.

“I’d do anything for you.” He mumbled, “Now, I’m sorry, I have to finish somethings before leaving and…”

“I’ll be shopping, don’t worry.” She stood up, left a soft kiss on Bruce’s lips and left, swaying her hips on purpose to call his attention. Bruce bit his lower lip in anticipation.

Lex Luthor’s party was, as expected, glamorous and very elegant. Bruce was wearing a black tux and (Y/N) had a matching dress. They were Gotham’s “It” couple, and so the paparazzi had to take a thousand pictures of them before they finally went inside the building.

As expected, Bruce left (Y/N) for a split second in order to “do some Batman stuff” which gave (Y/N) time to go find her brother.

Bruce eventually returned back, finding (Y/N) within seconds but completely ignoring his brother-in-law. The millionaire kissed his girlfriend deeply, without knowing that Clark was right there and then mumbled something about hating everyone there but here right over her lips.

“Mr. Wayne.” Clark cleared his throat, “Clark Kent, I’m from the Daily Planet.”

“Oh, my foundation is… Wait, Kent?” Bruce’s face suddenly turned pale, “Apologies. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He extended his hand and Clark shook it reluctantly.

“Clark, this is my boyfriend Bruce.” (Y/N) beamed awkwardly.

“I’ve noticed.” Clark hissed.

“That?” Bruce chuckled, “It was just a…” he licked his lips and looked at (Y/N) for back up.

“A thing any regular boyfriend would do.” She finished. “Bruce had no idea that you were there.”

“I hope one of his regular things to do include taking care of you.” Clark insisted, “What’s your position on the Bat-vigilance in Gotham?”

“Daily Planet, wait! Do I own this one? Or is that the other guy?” Bruce inquired. (Y/N) knew he was overprotective of his Batman position.

“Civil liberties are being trampled on your city. Good people living in fear.” Clark spoke and Bruce made a face that threatened to slap his face. “Good people like my sister are in danger, and I’m sure with your money you could do something more than…”

“Don’t believe everything you hear, son.” Bruce interrupted bitterly.

“I’ve seen it, Mr. Wayne.” Clark continued, “He thinks he’s above the law.”

“The Daily Planet criticizing those who think they’re above the law.” Bruce muttered, “Quite hypocritical, don’t you think? Considering every time your hero saves a cat from a tree, you’re puff piece editorial about an alien who, if he wanted to, could burn the whole place down.”

“Bruce, Clark, please.” (Y/N) begged in a whisper.

“There wouldn’t be a damn thing we could do to stop him.” Bruce finished. Clark looked down, trying to hide his anger deep inside.

“Most of the world doesn’t share your opinion, Mr. Wayne.” Clark said.

“Maybe Gotham City and I have issues with freaks that dress like clowns.”

“Seriously!” She groaned, “You two better stop or…”

“Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent!” Lex squealed, “I love it, I love bringing people together.”

They got engaged into the most fake and uncomfortable conversation of them all, ignoring (Y/N). However, it was in said invisibility that she noticed something else.

Lex Luthor was acting weirder than usual, there was a spark in those insane eyes that alternated between Bruce and Clark and that made (Y/N) shiver. She feared for the secret life of the two most important men in her life.

Eventually, the three men split, leaving (Y/N) right there, not knowing who to chase after. Lex had gone to talk with the governor, and Bruce was repeating his same trail from before. She knew Bruce was off to finish his Batman things.

On the other hand, Clark seemed to be chasing after him, but a few minutes later he left the building. By the determined look on his face, (Y/N) knew he was off to save someone and so she decided to go after Bruce – or at least wait for him to finish and meet her back at the main floor.

The following days were more than tedious for (Y/N).

Superman had done it again, which made Bruce get angry as never before. On the other hand, Clark was absolutely disagree with (Y/N) and Bruce’s relationship. She would not only receive calls from Clark, scolding her for dating such a douche, but would also spend countless time listening to Bruce talking shit about Superman.

“He’s not that bad.” She would say, and funnily enough, it would apply to both ends.

Things went crazier than ever afterwards. Superman was accused of so many things (Y/N) didn’t even know which ones anymore. And Bruce was determined to stop him, whether she liked it or not. Worse part of it all was that she couldn’t tell ones identity to the other, which made her job a hundred times harder.

Because she was decided to do that – make Batman and Superman stop hating on each other.

Then Lois got involved, and (Y/) turned into a wrecked mess. She was trying to persuade Bruce from doing something stupid, as well as trying to persuade Clark from doing something stupid, both at the same time.

They had reached to the point of “You need to be stopped” and neither one would change their minds about it. Basically, they would both want to stop the other, not only because of their love for (Y/N) – which was conscious – but also because they thought the other was a threat – which was unconscious at some point, since they had no idea who the other one was.

(Y/N) felt like she would explode.

“Bruce, I don’t think you should go fight Superman.” (Y/N) pleaded as Bruce got suited up.

“It’s for your own safety.” He explained softly, “If he loses control… We won’t be able to stop him. I have to do it now.”

“I don’t think Superman would ever hurt me.” She whispered.

“Everybody thinks that.”

(Y/N) was holding the phone, anxiously praying that he would pick up.

“(Y/N)?” Clark answered.

“Clark! Oh God, you’re there.” She sighed in relief. “Listen, I know what Batman is up to and…”

“And I will stop him, I promise.” He said solemnly.

“No!” She cried, “Please, I don’t want you to be in danger.”

“I’m Superman, it’s basically impossible to stop me.” Clark chuckled but he was dead serious.

“Clark, please.” She begged, “Don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, little sister.” He apologised, “I’m doing this for you and the rest of the innocent civilians that have to pay for Batman’s enormous ego.”

“CLARK!” But he had hung up.

(Y/N) was desperate, just like Lois – who thought (Y/N) feared for the safety of her brother, without knowing they were actually two women caring for the men they loved.

She had to stop them, no matter how much it costed.

Sadly, Lex was fully aware of their secret and he had found in (Y/N) a key piece to destroy either one of the heroes. Therefore, while (Y/N) wandered around Gotham, thinking of ways to stop Bruce and Clark from fighting, one of Lex’s minions kidnapped her.

The fight took place. It was dangerous, and heart-wrenching. (Y/N), in spite of having her own life in danger, couldn’t help but to fear for them. It hurt her to think that, after that night, one of them would be dead.

Who would hurt the most? Probably Clark. He was her older brother, even if they weren’t precisely related. When Ma and Pa had her, Clark made sure to take care of her. He would use his powers to protect her, which inspired him to become a hero for everyone.

However, Bruce had won her heart in ways no other men could before. He was charming, and sassy and passionate. When (Y/N) first got to Gotham, he seemed to be some snarky rich boy that she instantly hated; but after meeting him, she couldn’t help but to fall deeply in love.

Clark was his family, but Bruce was the love of her life. With one, she conformed; but with the other, there was a chance to grow her own family. Hence, her deep reflexion resulted in her grieving both deaths just the same, because in the end they both involved family.

Superman had been defeated. Batman held the kryptonite right in front of him, ready to stab him. She would be so proud of him; even if she felt reluctant at first, because she would eventually realize that Superman was, in fact, a threat.

Bruce would take care of her. They would grow a family in a safe world, and when things got rough he would put on his dark knight costume and fight the villains. He would make sure (Y/N) was never put in danger.

“Save (Y/N).” Superman begged.

Had Bruce hear right? Was the alien threat actually saying her name?

“What did you just say?” Batman inquired.

“My sister (Y/N) is in danger.” He explained weakly. “Save her.”

“(Y/N)…” Bruce mumbled as he moved the kryptonite away.

“Yes, (Y/N) Kent… Lex Luthor kidnapped her and she will… She will die if you don’t save her.” Superman coughed, but Batman didn’t notice because his mind was ravelled in the shock of finally knowing Superman’s identity.

He was literally trying to kill his brother-in-law. Not only was that terrible for his image as (Y/N)’s boyfriend, because Clark would never accept him at all after that, but also because she had begged him not to go, knowing her brother’s identity, and he had dis-obeyed and nearly killed the love of his life’s brother. He was screwed.

It took Clark a bit more to finally realize who Batman was.

“Bruce.” He finally stated and, by the look on his face, Bruce noticed he would not be forgiven in anytime soon. “Guess I’m not the only one who likes dressing up like a clown.”

“I meant… The colours are too bright and…” Clark stopped him.

“Just go save my sister.”

“Right, and then we can talk about…”

“NOW!”

Once (Y/N) was safe and the storm got calm, the three of them met at Wayne’s mansion. (Y/N) at first figured they had agreed to take her to her boyfriend, but then Bruce removed his mask and a wave of calm invaded her soul.

She hugged them both at the same time as a pearly tear slipped her eye.

“I’m so glad you two are safe.” She whispered.

“If your brother hadn’t… If he hadn’t mentioned your name…” Bruce stuttered.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, little sister.” Clark said.

“Me too.” Bruce added.

“It’s fine… At least you are now safe and sound.” She took in a deep breath and gave them a loving smile. “I think there’s still something more to say…”

“Yeah… I’m sorry for trying to kill you.” Bruce apologised.

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry for trying to stop you.” Clark looked down in embarrassment.

“Apology accepted. At least you tried to make things better in the end.” Both men stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds. (Y/N) observed them with a cheeky smirk on her face.

“Hug it out, fellas.” She cheered.

“No.”

“Absolutely not.”

But (Y/N) always got what she wanted. Bruce and Clark shared an uncomfortable pal hug that lasted half a second and then they both took three steps away from the other.

“I should get going.” Clark spoke, “Lois might be worried.”

“Sure, say hi to her for me, would you?” (Y/N) asked.

“Of course, little one.” Clark gave her a warm smile. “Please, be careful.”

“I will, I promise.” She mumbled.

“Bruce.” Clark called, “If something happens to her, I will destroy you.”

“To be fair, I kicked your ass out there.” Bruce mocked and Clark gave him a death glare. “Don’t worry, she’s safe with me.”

After Clark was gone, Bruce relaxed. He threw his arms around her waist, carrying her and even spinning around like the most clichéd movie ever made.

“I was so concerned about you.” He confessed.

“And I was frightened as Hell… Oh, Bruce, if something had happened to you.” She caressed his cheek as he put her down.

“I’m right here.” He whispered, taking her hand and leading it towards his lips, where he kissed her palm lovingly. “I won’t ever leave your side again. I promise.”

Before (Y/N) could make a similar promise, Bruce crashed his lips against her in a loving, yet ravishing kiss. He was always like that after a night out, but there was something different about that one.

Bruce had actually felt her loss. The mere thought of losing her had woken something up inside of him, and so he was gentle and soft, but at the same time hungry of her. It was a kind of emotion no one can describe with words but rather with actions.

He carried her once more. (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked to his room. He locked the door behind him and placed (Y/N) gently on bed.

He kissed every inch of her skin as he undressed her. Once she was fully exposed to him, he crawled on top of her, only to realize he was still using his Batman suit.

“Damn… Wait a second.” (Y/N) heard Bruce walking to the opposite side of the room, and the slow process of his suit removal. She heard the heavy pieces hitting the floor – a clear sign of Bruce’s desperation – and the many curse words he exhaled when a piece got especially difficult to remove.

Eventually, he was back in bed. Her legs framed his hips and arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her closer to facilitate the long kiss they were sharing. Her hands had found his hair, and she was stroking it slowly as he aligned himself to her entrance.

He pushed inside her, and she moaned softly over his lips. She was used to him, to his size, but even so she couldn’t help but to moan at the electrifying feeling of him being inside of her.

Bruce moved slowly, at the same pace of the kiss. (Y/N) moaned every so often when he hit the right spot and her hands travelled down to his shoulders, gripping them tightly in search for support.

He moved in and out, speeding a bit faster with each thrust until (Y/N) couldn’t hold anymore. He head fell back, and Bruce kissed her neck as loud moans escaped her lips. He could feel her hard nipples against his bare chest and the vibration of her voice over his lips.

Her walls clenched around him and a loud scream left her lips. Bruce felt her cumming all over him as he fucked her out of her orgasm. Soon after, Bruce followed; gripping her waist tightly as his strong back arched slightly and his muscles contracted. He groaned a curse word as he reached his high.

They fell right next to the other and cuddled closer. Bruce caressed her arms and she traced circles all over his broad chest. They drifted off to a peaceful sleep, knowing that they were all safe, and that, for that night, they could rest without a single worry.

EXTENDED ENDING

“I have around twenty missed calls from your brother.” Bruce observed as he took his phone.

“Me too.” She replied.

“Oh, he left a message.” Bruce played it on speaker.

“GET OFF OF MY SISTER! I ONLY CAME BACK TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING YOU FORGOT AND… UGH, YOU’RE GROSS! HOW DARE YOU… OH MY GOD, YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M KEEPING THIS…. WHEN I SEE YOU AGAIN, BETTER BRING THE COSTUME BECAUSE I WILL STRANGLE YOU…”

(Y/N) and Bruce remained silent for a second before bursting in laughter.

“He must’ve used the x-ray vision.” (Y/N) quacked.

“I’m so dead, right now.” Bruce chuckled but then turned serious. “No, wait. He IS going to kill me!”

“No, he won’t.” She assured, “I’ve caught him doing worse things with Lois.”

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could u write a fic where 12 has to marry nardole for some reason? asking for a friend thanks.

i would love nothing more than to do this for your friend, anon

12/Nardole, mostly gen, aliens tried to make them do it. ~1.6k words.

“The prophesies have spoken of this,” the woman said. “Two creatures, unified, descending from the stars.”

“The prophesies say these creatures will save us,” said the woman’s assistant.

“Through their love for each other,” the woman’s dog clarified.

The Doctor squinted. “Um.”

“We’re not - ” Nardole attempted, then bailed.

The Doctor looked at Nardole. Nardole shrugged.

“They have a lot of guns,” The Doctor whispered. “And this is a delicate area, temporally speaking. One mistake, the whole thing could unravel.”

“Might be better to just -”

“-Go with it, yes. For now.” The Doctor cleared his throat. “Love…saves all of us,” he said, a touch too theatrically.

The dog barked, and nudged Nardole’s leg, panting cheerfully. The wonan grinned with a great sense of relief, and led them to the city.

They were greeted at the gates with a mix of excitement and trepidation, which was apparently just how this culture reacted to tourists. The whole prophecy thing was kept hush-hush.

“You are beautiful, the two of you. We’ve waited so long.” The woman clasped them roughly on the shoulders and disappeared into a massive, gleaming skyscraper.

“Right-o,” Nardole said.

“I’m not ashamed to admit I have absolutely zero idea what’s happening,” the Doctor said. He shoved his sunglasses on, spinning around for a 360-degree scan.

“You probably are. Ashamed, I mean. Just a bit.”

“I’ve never even heard of this planet. And that’s rare, believe me. I’m assuming there’s a war, and the combination of technology and psychic woo is altogether too familiar, but the specifics…” He took the glasses off, and then immediately put them back on again. It was an awfully sunny day.

Nardole felt something push against his calves, and tried not to panic. Possibly he made a noise, but it was a reasonable, restrained one.

“You guys wanna party?” It was the dog from before.

“No,” the Doctor said distastefully.

“Absolutely yes,” Nardole said enthusiastically.

They turned away into a private huddle.

“Split up?”

“Makes sense.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“You realize,” Nardole said, savoring the moment right before being mildly but satisfyingly obnoxious. “That that means literally nothing at all?”

The Doctor made a rude gesture before hustling off after the woman. Not much of an athletic sort, that man. Not that Nardole could throw stones.

He turned back to the dog. “Let’s party hearty.”

They met up, afterwards, in a suitably public park. Nardole was possibly just a touch drunk, or high, or something. The Doctor looked excruciatingly sober.

“You find things?”

“I found things,” the Doctor confirmed. He frowned, like he was mad at himself for letting that phrase exit his mouth. “Did you - learn anything?”

“I took a pill and ate quite a lot of what I think was cake,” Nardole said. “Learn yes, learn relevant information: potentially no.”

A suitably public route to what was hopefully a somewhat more private penthouse suite. Nardole debated whether to take the Doctor’s hand, since they were apparently role-playing two people who would hold hands. The Doctor didn’t quite seem in the right place to be okay with physical contact, though, so he ultimately decided against it.

The elevator ride was mercifully swift. The Doctor jammed the keycard into the door like he meant it to hurt.

“I read the prophecies,” he said, trying to slam the automatic sliding door closed behind him. “They’re highly detailed. And I still can’t recall ever having heard about this planet but, oh, I can feel it. This place, this moment, us here now, it’s important.”

“D'you ever do anything that isn’t potentially universe-ending important?”

“Oh, shut it. Pay attention. You - ”

“Yes,” Nardole said, searching through his pockets for a handkerchief.

“Me.”

“Mmm,” Nardole grunted, and then blew his nose fiercely.

“Are meant to be in love,” the Doctor finished. Finger-quotes around ‘in love’. “In order for what’s meant to happen to happen.”

“Maybe it’s a platonic love,” Nardole said. He tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket and delicately removed his flower crown, setting it down on the kitchenette counter.

“The prophecies are highly detailed,” the Doctor said. He looked like he wanted to raise his eyebrows for emphasis but couldn’t quite muster the energy. He put his sunglasses on, to scan all the things that he could’ve just looked at normally if he wasn’t such a drama queen: a spacious, open-plan room with such highlights as ‘hopefully an electric kettle’ and ‘only one bed’.

“How detailed.”

“Explicitly so,” the Doctor replied tightly. He pulled a small grey rectangle out of his pocket and threw it in Nardole’s approximate direction.

Retrieved from the floor, with a disapproving look, the rectangle was a basic universal-standard (circa the 23rd century) data unit/entertainment provider/communicator/personal massage device. Nardole tapped on the icon labeled ‘PROPHECY’.

“It’s always up for interpretation,” Nardole said, scrolling down. “These things, there’s ambiguity and - oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh boy. Yeah. Wow. Okay. And you think this needs to happen, or 'happen’-” Finger-quotes. “In order for time and space to not become irrevocably fucked.”

“A significant chance, yes.” The Doctor stalked over to the kitchenette, attempting to make sense of the maybe-kettle.

Nardole turned the rectangle off, and put it on the counter, and considered those facts. Or guesses. Or whatever.

“We don’t actually have to do those things. You can find a way around it, surely. This is real life, not one of those novels you think I don’t notice you reading.” He wandered away from the Doctor’s increasingly angry water-boiling adventures, and dropped gracelessly onto the bed, bouncing up and down.

The Doctor unfurled his eyebrows, abandoned the maybe not-kettle, and began pacing. “Of course I’ll find a way. I always do. Always doing the heavy lifting while you sit around and - squeak.”

Nardole stopped bouncing. “I do other things. Important things.”

“Right. You make the tea, how awful of me to forget.”

“I offer excellent advice, whether you listen to it or not. And moral support. And companionship. And-”

The Doctor stopped pacing and glared.

“I’m a bit of a pin in the side of the hot-air balloon that is your ego and self-pity,” Nardole said. He pantomimed the pricking action, in case the Doctor needed a visual reference to understand the metaphor.

The Doctor was still glaring, but in a slightly kinder way now. “Sorry. Right. I’m - you’d make a fine husband, I’m sure.” He quirked an extremely half-hearted smile, and resumed pacing.

“I have, actually,” Nardole said, mostly to himself. “Three times. So there.”

Nipping the whole 'do we share a bed’ question in the bud, the Doctor elected to stand in the corner while thinking very hard and turning a lightbulb socket into a radio. Nardole slept alone, inexplicably disappointed.

The next morning, they met with the prophets, and some government people, and also some military people. Nardole wasn’t sure if he grabbed the Doctor’s hand for false Husband Evidence or to keep him from bristling overmuch. The Doctor’s hand was warm and slightly, mildly unpleasantly, moist. Still nice, though.

And it was also nice, if immediately afterwards a little concerning, when the Doctor called him 'sweetie’. He looked like he wished he could reverse-vomit that back down his throat. Understandable.

“Find a different word,” Nardole whispered, still clinging to the Doctor’s slippery hand. “For example. I like when you call me 'baby’.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, but Nardole could tell his heart wasn’t in it. And he didn’t pull his hand away, either.

“This is the plan, by the way,” the Doctor yelled.

“You had that horrifying 'I have a plan’ look, so I figured this was it” Nardole yelled back.

Everything was just a bit on fire.

“If you have a better idea - ”

“No,” Nardole yelled, falling over an upturned desk. “No, this is fine.”

The TARDIS was not on fire and the TARDIS was uncharacteristically cool and it was home and safe and quiet.

“I can’t help but think that this would have been so much easier and less dangerous if you’d been willing to just kiss for a bit and fudge the rest,” Nardole said, patting out a small flame on his coat. Shame, he really loved this coat. Maybe the ship would be kind enough to shoot out a new one for him.

“I wasn’t willing?”

“Don’t pin this on me.” Nardole sent his ruined coat through the rubbish shoot, wishing it a fond farewell.

“You,” the Doctor said, and then stopped, like his brain hadn’t quite caught up with his mouth.

“Would have much rather done that than your catastrophe of a plan, yes.” Nardole paused, considered. “It’s more that I have an issue with being coerced to do things in front of people because the fabric of space/time is dissolving. In general, I think it’d be quite nice to kiss you, and additional activities. If you’re into that, I mean.”

The Doctor stared at him. “Okay,” he said. He rocked back and forth on his heels. “Right, okay.”

“Maybe later, that situation was a bit overwhelming and typically I prefer to take these things slowly.”

“Three times married, huh,” the Doctor said softly. He reached out and squeezed Nardole’s hand briefly before letting it drop. Louder: “I’ll go put the kettle on. Try not to break everything while I’m gone.”

Nardole closed his fist around the hopefully-just-sweat the Doctor had left on his skin. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do,” he said, and attempted a wink. It failed miserably but hopefully had the intended effect.

The Doctor made half a smile, like he wasn’t sure he should be doing it and in fact should probably shut it down as swiftly as possible, and wandered off towards where the kitchen might be.

Fourth time’s the charm. Nardole would make a good husband, fake or otherwise. He surreptitiously wiped his hand dry on his trousers and tried not to think too hard about it. Or him. Or them. Any of those.

#12 x nardole #i will paddle this rowboat into the sun #promptapalooza #dw fanfic #Anonymous

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