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twins | mark estapa

…be nice. this is the first time i’m posting a fic.

thanks for the giving me the kick to write this @hischierhaze

and @thatintrovertedwriter here’s part one!

part two will come in a bit

now goodbye while i panic over peoples reactions

in which you and mark are two hotheads

it wasn’t like people didn’t know mark. he infamously had led the big10 in penalty minutes, was a good player to go along with said stat, and was incredibly easy on the eyes.

but it wasn't that people didn’t know you, either. “y/n” or rather “sunshine” as you were more commonly called, was a bit of a household name on campus. the irony in the name? you were anything but. known for not only leading the michigan women’s soccer team in yellow and red cards, but also the big10.

so safe to say, both of you were fairly known, and for quite similar reasons. yet, no one seemed to see your relationship coming.

you guys first met at a party during welcome week. the party wasn't exclusive, per say, but it was safe to say the majority of the crowd was athletes, looking for a safe place to party, ensuring no pictures would make their way back to their respective coaches.

you had been stumbling around the kitchen, drunkenly searching for the cooler your teammate had said she had hidden in the maze-like kitchen of whatever frat house you were in. but as you turned around, ready to settle for the bud light in the living room, you spotted your bottle of vodka in the grasp of a blonde boy.

and while this wouldn’t have pissed you off normally, the bottle had “property of sunshine” boldly printed on it in sharpie, so safe to say, you were a little more than pissed.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” you screamed, shoving your finger into his chest.“woah uh-” the blonde boy tried to get out, but you kept going. “drinking someone else's bottle of alcohol?! i mean i’d get it if it didn't have a name on it, but it quite literally says “property of sunshine” but apparently you just can’t fucking read, can you?”

the boy was silent for a moment, until he laughed. “you're- you’re sunshine? isn’t that ironic.”

“ha, ha. kind of like that’s the fucking point, dumbass,” and as his mouth drops from your comment, you take the opportunity to swipe the vodka bottle from his hands. “i’d say thanks for finding my vodka, but seeing as i found you drinking it, to that i say, fuck you,” and you staggered away, lifting the bottle to your lips, the boy staring longingly after you.

mark was completely and utterly fucked, to the point where it took him a moment to realize… he didn’t even get your name.

~ the morning after

now the day after the party, you weren’t doing too hot. safe to say, you definitely should’ve let the blonde boy keep your vodka.

as shitty as you felt, by the grace of everything holy, you managed to muster up enough strength to walk to the cafe, seeking a cure to the pounding headache and extreme nausea you were nursing after your bad decisions the night prior.

however, someone you didn’t expect to see in your place of solace? the blonde boy you had screamed at the night before, tucked into the corner booth of the cafe, seemingly in a state similar to yourself.

in a split second decision, you decided to apologize for your behavior the night before, regretting (only slightly, but regret nonetheless) how you had drunkenly handled the situation.

you quickly made your way to the bar to order. “can I get a venti iced caffe mocha, and a croissant?” and then shyly added on, “and another of whatever the blonde boy in the corner is having, please.”

“trying to shoot your shot?,” the barista asked teasingly. “trying to apologize,” you muttered back, backing up to wait for your order.

once they called your name, you quickly grabbed your order. you took a deep breath, turned around, and cautiously made your way to the boy.

once you got within a foot of his table, you accidentally made eye contact with him, before holding the drink out, and quietly saying, “here… this is for you.”

he apprehensively took the drink in his hands, but before taking a sip, he spun the drink, glancing at the name on the order. “just trying to make sure it doesn’t have your name on it y/n, wouldn’t want you to scream at me again,” he let out, words laced with an emotion impossible to detect.

“that’s actually what I came over here for. I wanted to apologize for acting like that. normally if that happened, i’d just move on with my night. it just pissed me off that someone decided to take the bottle, even though I had written “property of sunshine” on it,” you said, quickly word-vomiting your thoughts out.

“I get it, I shouldn't have taken alcohol that was clearly hidden. i promise to look before drinking next time, sunshine,” he stated with a matching teasing grin and tone.

“I know it’s probably a little late for introductions, but you wouldn’t mind telling me your name, seeing as you know mine,” you questioned. “mark, mark estapa,” he responded with a grin, teasing tone now absent, replaced with what you hoped to be a more genuine tone.

and with that simple utterance, you knew you were fucking screwed.

~ weeks later

in the weeks following your conversation with mark in the cafe, you got impossibly close. if you guys weren’t hanging out on “study not-date-dates”, or having movie nights cooped up in your room, you were constantly texting, constantly talking to one another. yet, you guys never spoke about the obvious feelings the two of you had for one another, both too nervous to actually broach the subject.

until after your first game of the season.

more specifically, it was on the way back from the first game of the season. a game in which, despite the team coming out on top, and you also managing to bag a goal, you also picked up your first yellow card of the season. a teammate had even declared as much, belting out a “sunshine is back in business everybody!” as the team left the field.

unknowingly, the social media admin had clipped the moment, even including a glimpse of your cocky, but tired grin.

mark was now a little confused. of course he knew you were on the soccer team. in fact, it was one of the first things he learned about you. but the fact that the team was where the nickname “sunshine” came from? now that- that was new.

he quickly shot you a text, waiting eagerly for a response.

miles away, your phone dinged with a text tone specifically reserved for your favorite blonde haired boy. at the sound, you quickly darted for your phone.

“sunshine’s lover booooy is texting her” a teammate teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair affectionately.

you groaned at the action, before opening mark’s text

“i never asked, but why do they call you sunshine?”

and at that, you froze, instantly hit with the brutal words of a past boyfriend, “you do realize how fucking unattractive that is, right? losing your shit like that isn’t as cool as you think- it just tells people that you have serious issues, you fucking psycho.”

while you almost considered lying for a moment, you knew the truth would be better in the long run.

“last season, i led both the team, and the big10 in yellow and red cards. because of that, they thought giving me a nickname completely opposite of my attitude on the field was the funniest shit ever. it doesn't help that my personality off the field isn't too different from me on it- only true difference is that im a hell of a lot less aggressive.”

and quickly followed it up with a message reading, “I'm sorry if you don’t want to associate with me anymore. I know losing your temper constantly isn’t the most attractive thing in the world, but I can't control it. I’ll leave you alone, if that’s how you end up feeling,” before shutting off your phone, prepared to lose the boy who had managed to weasel his way into your heart the past few weeks.

mark froze for a second. there’s no fucking way the universe led him to someone exactly like him. what was it that one tiktok ethan had sent him said- twinflames? there was no fucking way.

except there was. because she was on the other side of the phone, probably freshly showered after her game (which he had seen they had won 3-0), with her hair cutely braided to the side, like she often did during their movie nights.

once he came out of his daze, he glanced down at his phone again, seeing her most recent text- “I'm sorry if you don’t want to associate with me anymore. I know losing your temper constantly isn’t the most attractive thing in the world, but I can't control it. I’ll leave you alone.”

and he panicked, quickly hitting facetime.

you glanced down at your ringing phone, seemingly in disbelief, and a little scared, at hearing the custom tone.

“I THINK YOU'RE PERFECT! you losing your shit doesn't matter to me- in fact, im the same damn way. I dont know who the hell had the audacity to shame you for your attitude while playing, but fuck them. they do not matter. they're not the ones that play the game, so they don’t have a say in how you play. you are the most kind-hearted person i know, and your heart is one of the reasons i love you. if your in-game attitude really is that big of a problem-”

and then mark froze, seeing your stunned expression. “what’s wrong baby?” noticing the nickname slip, but not drawing attention to it.

“I-i, you- i- i love you too.”

“what?”

“you said you love me, and i love you too, unless you didn’t mean i them i totally didn't eit-”

“NO- i love you baby. I’d honestly go as far as to say I've loved you since I met you. something about your fiery attitude immediately had me hooked, and as i’ve gotten to know you, i've become downright infatuated.”

both of you were now grinning at each other ear to ear, a blush rising quickly to the both of your faces.

“wanna go on a date tomorrow?” you both blurted out at the same time. “let me plan it baby, promise i’ll impress you.” “okay- its a date.”

and if mark immediately texted ethan for date ideas after you hung up the call a few minutes later- well you didn’t need to know that.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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The Babysitter (20)

Is Someone Jealous?

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Is Someone Jealous?

"Fuck college."

Natasha's head snapped up at your annoyed tone, a chuckle leaving her lips at the way you flopped into the chair opposite her, closing your eyes and groaning at the way your back hit the chair.

"Hello to you too," she teases, putting down her pen and watching you intently, your eyes fluttering open to see her amused green. "What's got you so moody?"

"College," you grumble, Natasha rolling her eyes at your obvious answer, her foot kicking yours under the table to make you look back at her and answer her properly. "It's just stressing me out. We have our mocks in a few weeks and all the teachers want to do is set us work that isn't going to be on any of the tests," you sigh out, leaning your back against the plastic chair, grimacing at how uncomfortable they were.

Natasha offers you a sympathetic look, closing up her workbook and turning all of her attention to you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck College," she repeats, making you laugh as she stretches, her back cracking satisfyingly after being hunched over a text book for the last hour or so, waiting for you to finish your class.

You both sat in a comfortable silence after that, your mind planning everything you needed to do to make sure you had enough time to do all your work and revision with breaks so you didn't burn out. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by your phone going off, the annoyed frown disappearing once having read the name at the top of the screen, a knowing and teasing smile tugging at the corner of the redhead's lips.

"I wonder who that could be," she chuckles out before taking a sip of her coffee, peering over the rim of the cup to watch you roll your eyes at her words, lifting the phone to your ear.

"Hey Detka," Wanda says in a rather quick tone, stress evident in her tone even through the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask, noticing her displeased mood and irritated sigh leaving her lips.

"I'm currently back in the office and will be for a while," she explains, "Some idiot messed up one of the biggest deals of the year so I'm having to fix their fuck up." You can tell she's extremely pissed by the way she curses under her breath at the person, the sound of people frantically working in the background briefly audible. "I don't think I'm going to be able to pick the twins up today, is there any chance you could? If not, I can call Pepper or Hope asking them if they could watch them."

"I can pick them up don't worry," you can hear the sigh of relief from her, smiling a little as you could imagine her biting her lip anxiously as she awaited your response. "I need to be there by three right?"

"Yeah, you'll see Pepper most likely there so just follow her to where you meet the boys, I'll message her and let her know to look out for you," you check the time and note you have plenty of time to get there, mostly likely going to persuade the woman opposite you to give you a lift. "I have to go now Detka so I will see you later," the sound of shuffling can be heard over the phone, the sound of someone directing her towards a meeting room indicating where she was going, "Thank you for doing this Dorogaya."

"No problem," you say genuinely, not minding in the slightest that you would have to get the twins, "Don't overwork yourself please and take care."

"I can't make any promises," she chuckles out, finding the way you care for her endearing, helping relax her nerves a little, "Bye Detka."

"Bye," you say just before she hangs up, Natasha grinning at you, teasing comments at the tip of her tongue. "Don't even start," you warn with a faux serious tone, the smile unable to be wiped off your face.

"Don't what?" she innocently says, "Tease you about being so in love? I would never," sarcasm drips from her tone, a laugh escaping you at that. "What was that about?"

"Wanda is stuck at work so I'm in charge of picking the twins up," you explain, "I need to be there by three..." she can guess where you're heading by the tone of voice, shaking her head playfully at you.

"Let me guess, someone would like a lift," she raises her brow knowingly at you, your shoulders shrugging nonchalantly.

"I mean if you're offering," your tone is cheeky, making her laugh once more, finishing the rest of her coffee and placing it down.

"You're unbelievable," she grumbles, packing up her things while you mentally cheer at not having to get on the bus, knowing how busy they would be after class.

"You still love me though," you joke as she grabs her bag, walking with you out of the café towards where her car is.

"Yeah, yeah," she agrees begrudgingly in a humorous tone, "Just get in the car."

***

"Thank you my chauffeur," you taunt as Natasha pulls up on the side of the road near the school, her brow raising at the teasing nickname.

"I'll start charging you for lifts if you push it," she warns, clearly joking as you unbuckle your seatbelt, pretending as if you didn't hear that comment, her laughing at your little smirk.

"Bye Nat," you say sweetly, grabbing your bag from the bag and shutting the door, waving to her as she drives off. You chuckle when she shows you the middle finger while moving away, a parent giving you a stern look as you accidentally make eye contact, looking away quickly in search of Pepper. You walk further down towards the gate and see a familiar bun of ginger hair strolling towards her.

When you get closer, you see her talking to Hope, the older woman noticing you and motioning for you to come closer to them, a shy smile taking over your face.

"Hi," you greet a little timidly, feeling strange talking to these women without Wanda or any children.

"Hello Y/n," Pepper greets, Hope doing the same. "The boys will be out in a few minutes," you nod to her words, pulling your bag tighter on your shoulders, occasionally glancing over to the other women, unsure if you should start a conversation. Pepper, however, decides for you, "How was college today? Was Tony being his usual charming self?" She asks and you shyly smile at her, not sure whether you should tell her your current opinion on her husband for setting more work.

"I'm not sure you should ask me about your husband at the moment," you chuckle out, your hand going to the back of your neck in a nervous manner. "College was... stressful but it's nothing I can't do." She gives you a warm smile, understanding how hard A-Levels were.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," she encourages, "and if Tony annoys you, just tell me, I'll set him straight," she adds with a laugh, you chuckling along as well.

"Well in that case," you dramatically move your hand up, as if counting on your fingers the amount of times he's annoyed you, the older woman letting out a breathless laugh before moving to follow the other parents into the playground, the kids being released now.

You follow her and the other parents, an impressed smile on your face at how interesting and fun the playground looked. Why did schools improve their facilities once you left? Where was your cool playground?

The sound of excitable twins snapped you out of your reminiscent thoughts of primary school, a wide smile stretching across your face as they ran up to you. Their small bodies collided with yours, a few parents watching with endearing smiles, a teacher also noticing the interaction and watching closely.

"Hey Mini Maximoffs," you greet, ruffling Tommy's hair and squeezing Billy's shoulder as you knew he didn't like his hair being played with. "How was school?"

"Boring."

"Interesting."

You laughed at the contrasting answers, them quickly starting with their favourite activity of asking as many questions as possible.

"How come you're here?" Billy asks in a confused tone, not that he minded you picking them based on the fact his body practically buzzed with excitement upon seeing you. Tommy then turned his head to you, also intrigued in knowing the answer.

"Well, your mom got caught up with work so it's going to be us for the majority of tonight," you say, them sad their mom wasn't going to be home for a while before Tommy spoke again.

"Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?" There was a cheeky grin on his face, a small chuckle leaving you at how quickly he proposed the idea of junk food.

"That all depends on whether you two do all your school work," you say, ruffling his hair once more to tease him, a giggle escaping him when you go to tickle him. Billy giggles as well at seeing his brother being 'tortured' as he phrased it, you relenting on your tickle attack when a blonde woman approached you.

"Miss Danvers," Tommy excitedly greeted, wriggling out of your hold and looking back at you, "This is Y/n." A look of realisation washes over her face, a soft, gentle smile taking over her at the boy's energetic state. Her light brown eyes meet yours before briefly looking up and down your body, a confused smile on your face at what was going on.

"Oh so you're the infamous Y/n," she says in a teasing tone, a blush forming on your cheeks at her knowing who you were. "The twins won't stop going on about how much they love you," she continues, a nervous laugh escaping you at the idea of them talking about you to someone else.

"I hope you've heard good things," you say with a shy tone, her hands resting on the boys shoulders as she steps closer.

"I've heard many things, most of them good," she says with a grin, looking at the twins who just laugh along.

"Most?" your gaze goes to the boys who look away sheepishly, you rolling your eyes hoping the bad things were just embarrassing stories.

"Nothing bad I assure you," her tone genuine before she looks around, searching for Wanda. "Is Wanda not here?" she asks you, the boys going off to say goodbye to their friends briefly.

"No, she's currently held up at work so she asked if I could pick them up," you explain, understanding that she was checking the twins were going to be safe. After all, you were a stranger to this woman.

"Normally, she would have to inform the school that someone else was picking them up, especially someone who's not on the system," you nod along, hoping that she'd let you take them as you didn't want to have to call Wanda and interrupt her while she was stressed. "But, as I can clearly see they know you, I will let you take them home this once. Next time you need to be down on the system," you let out a sigh of relief, the boys coming back so Miss Danvers could double check they know you and are comfortable with you.

"Thank you," your tone grateful as you start to walk off with the twins, her calling your name making you stop.

"Before you go, I need your phone number for the system," she says, pulling out her phone which you furrow your brows at.

"Um yeah sure it's," you tell her your number, watching as she types it into her phone. You assume she was just typing it into her notes, not too sure whether she would be allowed to just take your number like that.

"And your last name?" You tell her your full name, her smiling at you as you wait with the twins. "A pretty name for a pretty girl, isn't that right boys?" she says, making your face redden, the boys laughing at the pink tainting your cheek and agreeing with their teacher. "I'll let you three get off now," the boys wave at her before starting to walk ahead, you waiting a moment as Miss Danvers motions to speak with you "I hope to see you more often Y/n."

You offer a small smile, still a little confused at the way she's looking at you and nod your head. "You too Miss Danvers," you say to be polite, her lips pulling up into a smile at your formalities.

"Carol is fine," you just offer another shy smile before saying goodbye to her, walking a little faster to catch up to the twins who tease you, saying how Miss Danvers likes you, making you threaten them with salad for dinner which quickly shuts them up on the walk home.

***

Taking the empty plates into the kitchen that definitely did not have pizza on them, you placed them into the sink and checked your phone to see Wanda still hadn't replied to your message. You understood she was busy so you paid little attention to the lack of contact, deciding to busy yourself with cleaning up while the twins did whatever they wished in the living room. Well, it seemed Tommy was doing whatever as Billy timidly walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your face before it turned into a frown at his unhappy state.

"Hey what's wrong?" you asked as you moved to sit next to him at the kitchen island, your hand soothingly rubbing up and down his back as he seemed to be anxious.

"Nothing," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact to further emphasise that something was definitely wrong.

"You are a terrible liar Mr Maximoff," you say in a light-hearted tone to try and cheer him up, letting your shoulder playfully nudge him as you let him build confidence on what he wants to say.

"It's just about what Mom said when we got back from Grandma's," his tone quiet as you understand what he was referring to. Sticking to your promise to Wanda, you stayed with her as she told the twins that her and Vision were no longer together, explaining to them that it was the best for everyone as sometimes people just fall out of love. "Will... Will Mom fall out of love with us too? Like she did with Dad?"

Your heart breaks at his disheartened tone, his eyes peering up into yours for an answer. You offer him a soft gentle smile, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him in for a hug.

"No," you say without hesitation, making it clear to him she won't, "Your mom will always love you, no matter what." Billy listens attentively as you continue, "Your mom loves you two more than anything in the world, you know that right?" He nods his head quickly, knowing how much she adored them both. "There's a special place in her heart where you two belong, where nothing can taint her love for you both, I promise you."

"I never want her to fall out of love with us," he whispers and you pull him closer, squeezing his body gently in your arms while you prop your head on his.

"She won't because you and your brother are the most important things in the world to her, she would do anything to keep you both happy," you say truthfully, knowing the amount of love she harbours for her children.

"I want to make her happy too," he mutters, making you smile at how much he was like his mother.

"You make her happy," you stick your finger into his chest to emphasise your point. "As long as you behave and eat all your vegetables," you tease at the end, making him laugh, him wriggling out of your grip to sit next to you again, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"All of my vegetables?" he asks, making you chuckle at his disgusted tone of voice at having to eat all of his greens.

"Mhmm all of them," you hum out, him groaning a little before letting the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Thank you," he softly says while moving to get up and join his brother in the other room, who was busy watching whatever cartoons kids nowadays watch.

"You're welcome and remember you can come to me whenever you need, I'm here for you too," his smile stretches at that before he goes and runs off to join Tommy.

Once you're left alone in the kitchen, you get back to washing the dishes, letting your thoughts wander to random places while you scrub the plates and glasses, only snapping out of them when the sound of the front door opening can be heard. The sound of the twin's excitable noises indicates it's Wanda, a small smile subconsciously sneaking onto your face at the thought of the older woman.

You quickly dry your hands and the final plate, placing it back in the cupboard before making your way through the house to the living room where the other three were. You pause in your tracks, leaning against the door frame as you visibly see the tension and stress of work leaving Wanda's body as she listens to the twin's ramble. A smile is engraved on her face as she lets her hands wrap around both of their shoulders pulling them closer as she lets them do all the talking, occasionally acting shocked and surprised to keep them entertained.

"Y/n also picked us up today which was so cool," Tommy says when he notices you, Wanda's green eyes flickering over to you with an enamoured glint in them. Her features soften when her gaze meets yours, your smile growing a little as you walk over to them and sit in the armchair next to the sofa they were on.

"Oh did she?" Wanda says in a surprised and amused tone, the boys nodding energetically.

"Yeah and she got all nervous with Miss Danvers, it was so funny," Tommy added, making you pull a face, Wanda's brow raising as she turns to look at you.

"And she went all red when Miss Danvers called her pretty," Billy said, the two of them digging your grave as you could see Wanda's jaw clenching.

"I think Miss Danvers likes Y/n," Tommy expresses his thoughts out loud making you wish a hole would come and swallow you up, Wanda's eyes darkening as she looks at you.

"They would be cute together," Billy then adds and holy fuck kids don't have filters.

"It doesn't matter because I do not like Carol," you say, grimacing as you know you've just fucked up.

"Carol?" Wanda then speaks up, you nervously swallowing from across the sofa.

"Miss Danvers," you quickly correct but that doesn't stop Wanda from looking at you with an indecipherable look in her eyes.

"Y/n even gave Miss her number-"

"For the system," you interrupt Tommy, praying whatever trick the universe was currently playing on you to be over. "I had to give the school my number so they could confirm I'm allowed to pick the boys up," you explain and Wanda merely hums in response.

The twins carry on their rambling, Wanda only stopping them once it was time for bed, ushering them to go and brush their teeth. You follow them up, watching as Wanda tucks them into bed, both of you wishing them goodnight before leaving, Wanda walking past you towards her room. You let her take the lead, walking behind as she sits on the bed, brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face.

You climb onto the bed behind her, wrapping your arms around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, earning no reaction from her.

"I missed you," you murmur softly into her ear before pressing another soft kiss to her cheek, then letting your head rest on her shoulder as she still doesn't respond. You frown at her lack of responsiveness, thinking as to why when your phone goes off, a notification from Natasha.

"Was that Carol?" she mutters in annoyance and it clicks. She's jealous.

"Is someone jealous?" you tease instead of answering her, Wanda moving around in your arms so she's facing you. Her lips ghost yours, heat coursing through your body at the sultry look in her eyes.

"Do I have a reason to be?" she rasps out, her eyes searching yours as you lean forwards, your lips brushing hers briefly.

"No," you whisper, "Never." Her body relaxes at that but you continue your teasing, "But just because you don't have a reason to be, doesn't mean your not jealous," your fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking at the older woman who just lets you continue teasing her, you being unaware of where her thoughts were heading.

"I'm not jealous," she murmurs back, manoeuvring around so that she could pull you into her lap, your arms loosely wrapping around the back of her neck, fingers playing with the baby hairs there. "To be jealous implies I want something someone else has, I have what I want," you raise your brow at that, letting your lips meet softly before pulling back, further digging your own grave.

"So you wouldn't mind if I replied to Carol," It was probably unfair to tease and torment Wanda after the day she had but, if you were being honest, you wouldn't have minded if she wanted to take her frustrations out on you. "Tell her I can't wait to see her again when I next pick the boys up-"

Wanda's lips roughly met yours, one of her hands cupping your face while the other threaded through your hair, tugging on it to guide your head where she wanted it. Her tongue effortlessly slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan lewdly at the feeling of it against yours, dominating the kiss while she moved the two of you, guiding you onto your back. The hand that was cupping your cheek travelled lower, trailing down your jaw and along your neck before resting at the base of it, applying a minimal amount of pressure as she gauged your reactions.

Your eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen, your lips kiss swollen as you panted beneath her, watching her with submission swirling in your eyes. She smirked at your reaction, applying a little more pressure making you groan, her head tilting as she admired the sight of you under her.

"If you want to act like a brat Detka, I'll treat you like a brat," she husks out, accent slipping into her words as she gazes into your eyes lustfully. Your breath hitches at her words, arousal pooling between your legs as fuck, you don't think you've ever been as turned on as you are now. "Not so talkative now, are you Detka?" she sinisterly chuckles out in a low tone, revelling in the power she holds over you. Your mouth opens and closes, her daring you to continue teasing her, deciding on the safer option of staying quiet.

She leans forwards and claims your lips again, moving her knee to slot in between your legs making you moan into the kiss, your hands going to her hair when she grabs your wrists and places them firmly above your head. One of her hands remains pinning your hands while the other supports her body as she hovers over you, smiling down at you and meeting your lips softly this time, letting you adjust to the shift in dynamics. It was clear Wanda was always going to be the dominant one but for her to actually be so dominant with you, she wanted to make sure you were alright.

"Have you ever heard of the colour system for safe words, Detka?" she murmurs, the feeling of her lips against your skin burning, needing to feel her closer.

"Yes," you sigh out in a ragged breath, both nervous and excited about where this was going as she pulled back from peppering your neck in kisses. Her free hand tilts your head up by placing a finger under your chin, your heart beating wildly in your chest as she bites down on her lower lip, the sight not helping with your arousal.

"Tell me what they are," she hums out, letting her thumb brush over your cheek as she awaits an answer.

"Green means I'm ok," your voice wavers as you speak, wild thoughts racing through your mind as you try and anticipate what Wanda has planned for you both, "Yellow means I want you to slow down or I want a break, and red means I want to stop completely."

"Good girl," she praises, your cheeks flushing under her intense gaze, "Would you be comfortable if we used these Detka?" You nod and she raises her eyebrow at you, "Use your words Dorogaya."

"Yes," you desperately sigh out, needing her to just touch you already. To have her body pressing into you, lips ghosting yours, was just cruel if she wasn't going to do anything about it.

"Colour?" She asks while her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, sliding under and scratching your skin gently before pulling out.

"Green, so green," she swiftly rids you of your shirt, pulling the item over your head and instructing you to keep your hands where they were before lowering her mouth to the top of your breasts.

"My beautiful girl," she mutters against you, littering your body in sensual kisses while her hands roam the exposed, soft skin. Her lips are teasing as they kiss your sensitive nipples through the fabric of your bra, a small whimper escaping you at the sight of her green peering up at you. "You're mine, aren't you?" she rasps out while letting her fingers unfasten your jeans, sliding the material down your legs with ease. You gasp at the feeling of her hands gliding up and down your inner thighs, awakening goosebumps in their tracks.

"Yes, all yours," you moan out when her hands brush your core through your soaking panties, Wanda eager to torment you.

"All mine," she murmurs, removing her hands from near your core, making you whine, silencing you with her lips as she unclasps your bra, removing the item and discarding it somewhere in the room.

Her lips travel down your neck and you think you're going mad at the way she keeps teasing you, her lips heavenly against your skin.

"Please," you whimper, Wanda looking up from where her mouth ghosts your breast, one of her hands cupping your other breast while her free hand moves to trace patterns along your inner thighs.

"Please what?" she asks in a condescending tone, her words sending a shiver down your spine while you blush at how much you enjoy her talking to you in that tone. "You have to be specific Detka, tell me what you want."

"I need you to touch me," your tone laced with submission and desperation, the older woman chuckling to herself at how needy you were already. She hadn't even started yet.

"I am touching you," she teases, pressing a soft kiss to your chest while letting her fingers pinch and pull your other nipple, a low moan escaping you.

"Please, I need more," your eyes meet hers, pleading with her to give you what you want.

"More?" she hums out, "So greedy." She takes your breast into her mouth, her tongue expertly swirling around your sensitive nipple while her hand lavishes your other breast in the same amount of attention.

You groan at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth on you, hands clasping at the sheets as you try to keep them where she told you, desperately wanting to thread them through her silky hair.

"Fuck," you sigh out when she pulls away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting form your breast to her mouth, her thumb brushing it away before she kisses at the valley between your breasts, moving down your body.

"Colour?" she murmurs against the skin of your inner thighs as she slides her fingers under the waistband of your panties, your hips bucking as you can feel her warm breath through the drenched fabric.

"Green," the words spill from your lips in a rush, Wanda smirking into your skin as she can feel your body twitching under her in anticipation.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs," she commands and you do so obediently, her body sliding comfortably between your legs as she slips the last item of clothing off your body, your arousal glistening in the light as you're dripping for her. "So wet," she whispers, almost in awe at how turned on you were, her green eyes flickering up to meet your desperate gaze, "Don't worry Dorogaya, I'll take care of you."

Her lips meet your inner thighs, her teeth gently biting on the skin to leave a mark, making you groan at the idea of being marked by her. She litters your inner thighs in marks while the pad of her index finger runs through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving to circle your clit.

"Wanda, please, I need you," she indulges in your wishes, moving her face so her tongue could lick a broad stripe along your folds, a guttural noise leaving the both of you. Your head is thrown back at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue licking your clit, her mouth gently sucking on it causing your hips to pathetically buck against her face, whimpers spilling from your lips. Wanda groans at the taste of you, her fingers teasing your entrance before she slides a long, slender digit inside you, a broken noise escaping you. "Fuck, Wanda," her name falls from your lips like a chant when she curls her finger, starting a leisurely pace of thrusting it knuckle deep inside you.

"You take my fingers so well," she purrs out when she adds another, your hands gripping onto the sheets with all your strength as you meet her eyes, the sultry look making you whine at the pleasure coursing through your body.

When her tongue swirls against your clit, her fingers relentlessly curling against your g-spot, walls clenching around her digits, Wanda knows you're about to come, a wicked smirk sneaking onto her lips as she peers up at you from her place between your legs.

"Are you close Detka?" she asks innocently, your head frantically nodding while your body squirms under her.

"So close," your voice breathless.

"If only you had been a good girl," she rasps out, placing a final kiss to your clit before moving up your body, fingers slipping out of you while her mouth meets yours to muffle the frustrated noise that was pulled from the back of your throat. "It's not fun to tease, is it Dekta?" she rasps out in a cruel tone, her eyes sparkling with amusement at your desperate form, hips bucking against her as you get over being denied.

"Please, I'm sorry, Please let me come," you beg, eyes pleading with her to touch you again.

"Brats don't get rewarded," she husks out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you whimper into her mouth.

"I'll be good," the pure submission radiating off your body, the needy tone of voice is enough to have Wanda's idea of edging you for a while crumbling apart, a new, significantly more pleasurable one, entering her mind. "Please let me come."

"Promise me you'll be a good girl," she murmurs, her teeth gently biting down on your lower lip, dragging it back before releasing it.

"I promise," you lean forwards to meet her lips once more, the kiss soft and intimate while her hand drifts back down your body, fingers effortlessly sliding into you.

"We're not stopping until you can't take it anymore," she whispers, your breath hitching at the idea. "Remember to use your safe words if you want to stop," she reminds, her fingers picking up their pace. It doesn't take long for her fingers to be mercilessly pumping in and out of you, her mouth muffling all the sinful noises that spilt from your lips. The palm of her hand brushes your clit, adding to the pleasure, while her fingers curl expertly inside you.

"That's it Detka, you're taking me so well, such a good girl," she whispers at the shell of your ear, a pathetic whimper leaving you at the praise.

Moans tumbled out of your mouth, quickly swallowed by the older woman, her mouth unrelenting on yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside you, revelling in the way you clenched desperately around her.

"Come all over my fingers Detka, I know you want to," she purrs and it's almost mocking, her words quickly sending you over the edge as her mouth claims you, dampening the scream of her name that was ripped from the back of your throat. Your body shudders under hers, legs clamping over her hand as you grinded along it to ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm, Wanda sticking true to her words and continuing her brutal pace.

"Fuck," you groaned out when she moved her thumb to circle your clit. "Please can I touch you," Wanda smirked into the skin of your neck when you asked for permission, still obediently listening to her earlier command.

The older woman answers you by moving her free hand up to interlock with one of your hands, letting you squeeze her hand as euphoria and arousal takes over your body. Your other hand moves to the back of her hair, tangling it in the silky locks as you groan into her mouth, her tongue sliding lewdly against yours.

"Harder, please," you whisper, your tone a little shy as your eyes flutter open to meet hers, silently begging her.

You can feel her smirking into the kiss when she increases the force between the thrusts of her fingers, a guttural noise leaving you at the action.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again," your head is thrown back, your neck exposed for her to kiss against as you tremble in her hold, pleasure crashing through your body.

Wanda can tell your feeling overstimulated by the small whimpers and whines leaving your lips as she eases her pace, slowly sliding her fingers in and out to help you ride out your orgasm, her kisses that were hungry and passionate turning softer and gentler.

"Colour?" she murmurs lovingly, her eyes searching yours for an answer.

It takes you a moment or so to answer, "Red," and she smiles at your honesty, claiming your lips once more while letting her fingers slide out.

"Good girl for being honest," she whispers, pulling away from your body and brushing some hair out of your face, watching how exhaustion creeped onto your face. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can go to sleep, Moya Lyubov," her voice a gentle hum as you wrap your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close.

"Ok," you murmur softly, letting her guide you into the bathroom where you quickly cleaned yourself up, swiftly moving back into the bedroom and snaking your arms around her body as she joined you in bed. The feeling of the soft mattress under you, Wanda's warm body pressed against you after she had changed into light pyjamas further adding to your comfort. Her fingers lazily stroked your cheek, a soft smile engraved on her face as she watched your eyes flutter open, head resting on the pillow opposite her.

"Was that alright Dorogaya?" she whispers, your head leaning against her hand that was now cupping your cheek.

"Yeah," you sigh out truthfully, enjoying her display of dominance a lot. "I like it when you take control," your voice is a little quieter, almost timid at confessing it.

"Oh yeah?" her tone was a little teasing, "I like it too." You offer a small smile at her agreement, Wanda continuing, "I also like it when you're a good girl, not a brat," she watches your cheeks tint pink, smiling at your flustered state.

"I am good," you mumble, moving closer to her body somehow, your legs a tangle of limbs under the sheets.

"Mhmm you are," she wraps her arms around you while whispering her words, hands sliding up and down your back soothingly, "If not, maybe I'll spank your ass black and blue to get you to behave." It was a joke when Wanda initially said it but the way your cheeks darkened even more and the small hitch of your breath implied your thoughts on the matter, "You like that idea?"

"Maybe," you mumble shyly, moving your head to rest at the crook of her neck.

"We can talk about that another time," her fingers scratch softly at your scalp, lulling you to sleep while she speaks in a gentle, soothing voice. "Goodnight Detka," her lips press against your forehead, your body having already drifted off into a peaceful sleep in her warm embrace.

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perpetualcynicism · 8 months

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Presenting Miraculous Ladybug: Fontaine Edition

ft. Lyney x reader

— A collaboration between @1eaf-me-alone (writing the reader’s POV) and @perpetualcynicism (writing Lyney’s POV). —

Starring: The Heroes

Lyney as Adrien Agreste/ Chat Noir

A student at the Fontaine Academy of Arts studying magic tricks. He is charming, clever, and perhaps a touch too manipulative for his own good.

When the Court of Fontaine is in danger, however, he dons a mask and goes by the name of ‘Chat Noir’, working alongside his partner Ladybug to protect the city.

Reader as Marinette Du-Pain Cheng/ Ladybug

A student at the Fontaine Academy of Arts studying prop design. They take their studies seriously, have little energy for distractions, and crack smiles rarely.

When the Court of Fontaine is in danger, they don their own mask and become the hero known as ‘Ladybug’, working alongside their partner Chat Noir to protect the city.

Charlotte as Alya Césaire

A student at the Fontaine Academy of Arts studying photography, as well as an aspiring reporter for the Steambird Newspaper. A close friend of the Reader, her disposition is outgoing, kind, and energetic.

She writes articles to kick off on an early start to her career; the most famous of which, called ‘Chats on the Steambug’, records the deeds of the two heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir and speculates as to their identities.

Lynette as Nino Lahiffe (of sorts)

A student at the Fontaine Academy of Arts studying magic tricks alongside her twin brother, Lyney. She is both her brother’s best friend and closest confidant. She speaks rarely and keeps to herself, preferring to assist from the shadows rather than take the spotlight.

Furina as Chloé Bourgeois

A student at the Fontaine Academy of Arts studying drama. Her love for gossip and tendency to hold herself above others puts her at odds with the Reader, whose dislike for gossip and frivolity is taken by Furina as a personal offence.

Neuvillette as Master Fu

A judge at the Court of Fontaine hiding a secret in his own right. Serious and impartial, he has connections all over the city, and is the mind behind the heroes. When a dangerous atmosphere begins to spread over Fontaine, he is the first to act and rally help from those he deems worthy of holding a miraculous to keep the city safe.

Starring: The Villains

Arlecchino as Gabriel Agreste/ Hawkmoth

Lyney and Lynette’s adoptive mother, and a successful theatre director. She runs a large orphanage—the House of the Hearth—though her relationship with her foster children is strained at best.

By night she is the villain Crimson Moth, whose goal is to resurrect her close friend, Signora, through capturing the Ladybug and Cat Noir miraculouses.

La Signora as Emily Agreste

The deceased close friend of Arlecchino who aided her in looking after the House of the Hearth. Following her passing, Arlecchino has begun trying to bring her back to life.

Childe as Nathalie Sancoeur

Arlecchino’s assistant and manager at the House of the Hearth. He aids Arlecchino in her attempts to bring La Signora back to life, as well as overlooking the children’s well-being, including Lyney and Lynette’s.

Despite the importance of his role, Childe is often more slack about rules when it comes to the orphanage than Arlecchino would like.

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#miraculous ladybug: fontaine edition #genshin impact x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #sigh… there goes all of our dignity…#i’m going to go now and shrivel into a hole and not post for five years

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Balance - Luke Castellan

Words: 1,012 Summary: Her friends finally met her boyfriend that they don’t really believe in.

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Balance. Balance. Balance. Her mind whispered. For good things to happen, bad things must happen too. Balance. It whispered again, as she glanced again at her watch, wishing that her bus would arrive early, even if it would be odd for it to arrive over an hour early.

A small curse. Her mind whispers and her jaw clenches at the thought. At the thought of breaking the promise she made to herself. No cursing the mortals. Not just because they were mortals, but because she didn’t want to attract monsters to campus.

It’d be one thing if she was just Nemesis’ daughter, she could happily curse whoever she’d like, but with the blessing of Hestia, it meant that any show of demigodness would surely attract the closest monster.

Balance, she reminded herself as she listened to Olivia once again hint that Bryce and her would make a good couple, would balance each other. Which she wasn’t unable to hide her grimace at.

“I have mentioned my boyfriend right?” She asks, interrupting Angie who was no better than Olivia. “Right, the guy who doesn’t take any classes here.” Olivia rolls her eyes. “You mean the guy I’ve known since I was like thirteen and been with before I even met you guys? The guy I live with?” She reminds them. She had a fleeting thought of her and Luke decorating that apartment he had stolen from Hermes with some pictures of them to shut her friends up with, but it disappeared as she realized that she’d have to explain how an eighteen and nineteen year old could afford a penthouse. “It’s just weird, okay? I mean we haven’t met the guy or even seen a picture of him. We’re concerned.” Her eyebrows raise when the other three nod at Angie’s words. “We’ve known each other for six months and why would I just carry a picture of my boyfriend around?” Angie opens her mouth, but then closes it, frowning. “Look, it’s sweet that you guys are concerned, but stop.” She shoots a look at Bryce, “and I mean stop. If I have another one of your douche teammates coming up to me on the way to class telling me to give you a chance and that I won’t regret it, I will kick you in the balls.” He winces, hands moving to hover the mentioned area. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.” There’s a sadness in his eyes, but it had only taken a few days for her to not feel bad about not returning his feelings. “Thank you. Now, does anyone else not understand Hill’s new essay requirement?” Groans immediately follow her words, but everyone starts pulling their notes out for their shared class.

“Hill’s a bastard.” Avery, Angie’s twin brother, declares nearly ten minutes later. “I knew college would be hard, but this is another level.” Olivia gestures to their picnic table that’s covered in their notes and textbooks. “Not wrong.” She mutters, gathering up her notes to put back in her bag. Nearly losing her pen to the ground but Angie catches it before it falls, handing it to her.

Tossing the pen in her bag, she sighs as her brain slows for the first time today, only for it to speed up at the feeling of eyes on the back of her head.

She stills, head tilting slightly to the side. It doesn’t feel threatening, the gaze is heavy and familiar. She wants to ask Bryce if someone is looking at her, but if it is who she thinks it is, he won’t be able to see him. Luke was far too good at manipulating the mist.

So instead, she drops her hand from where it was resting on her bag, inside of her wrist brushing the wood of the picnic table as she twists her forefinger and middle finger in a familiar gesture. She holds it for a few seconds before returning her hand to rest on her bag.

The conversation her friends are having is broken a moment later by the sound of her name. And before she can turn to look or say something, she sees Bryce sit straight, tension radiating from him. “Can I help you, man?” She doesn’t need to see Luke to know that his eyebrow was raised with the most unimpressed look on his face and then she feels his eyes back on her after a moment. Placing her dominant hand on the table, she swings her leg over, straddling the bench, her knees nearly touching Olivia at the movement. Her breath catches and she can feel her pulse quicken as she looks at her boyfriend.

It was a reaction she had to him before they were ever together and even after a year she still had it. She’d be embarrassed if she didn’t know that Luke reacted the same way to her.

“Luke.” She greets, eyes moving from his face down to his body as she takes in what he was wearing and Bryce’s reaction suddenly making sense. Luke was wearing his leather jacket that never failed to make him look a few years older and combined with the scar on his face he looked dangerous. “Figured I’d get you out of here since it’s the last day before break.” “Really? And if I wanted to stay longer?” She teases. He grins, showing all of his teeth, “I’d toss you over my shoulder and get you out of here anyways.” “What the fuck?” She hears one of the boys mutter, but she laughs and stands up. Not even batting an eye at the way an arm is immediately around her waist or how her bag is in his hands before she could even reach for it. “Thank you for getting me.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to where his scar ends. She turns her attention back to her friends who are looking at her and Luke with wide eyes and open mouths. “I’ll see you guys when breaks over, yeah?” Avery dumbly nods and she gives them another smile, before Luke tugs her away.

#luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #pjo fic #it's 2022 and i'm using these tags thought it would be another year to be honest

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bella-rose29 · 8 months

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Golden Boy (part two)

When Sturmhond returns to Ketterdam a few years after leaving university abruptly, he runs into an old partner, who is working as a translator in Kerch.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: swearing, drinking, drunkenness, mentions of being shot (past tense), mentions of injury (present tense but it's literally kicking a box. edit: someone gets slapped), an extremely long speech (I'm so sorry it's literally 300 words)

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Docking was successful that morning, everything going smoothly.

The crew of the Volkvolny poured off the ship and onto the waterfront of Ketterdam, breathing in the smoke and fumes that polluted the air, shouting with joy at the many bars and taverns they could already see.

Sturmhond shook his head, laughing at his crew's antics.

It had been five years since Nikolai had left Ketterdam in the night, running away from his life as the second prince of Ravka to pursue one of privateering under the name Sturmhond, and he hadn't come back to the city since. He hoped he didn't run into any trouble, not wanting to spend more time here than was necessary; he could already feel the unease that he might see her.

Tamar and Tolya came up on either side of him, the twins each clapping a hand on his shoulder as they passed.

"Don't spend too long looking moodily at the skyline, Captain. You've got a bet to lose," Tamar said, walking backwards as she pointed at him.

"A bet that I will win, Tamar, a bet that I will win," he called back. She'd bet that she could drink him under the table. He'd bet that she was wrong.

He started off in the same direction his crew had taken, casting a last look at his ship to check that everything was secure before entering the tavern that the twins had disappeared into.

He was immediately confronted by noisy chatter, drunkards singing loudly (and badly), others shouting to be heard over the singing, making others shout over them, everyone trying to be heard. The floor was mildly sticky from spilt ales, and the air was close. Finding the table his colleagues were sat at, he ordered a drink, joining them.

"Let's have you, then!" Tamar declared, and Nikolai complied.

~~~

"I don' understand! I was 'aving Tolya help meee!"

"Ah but consider: I have a higher drinking threshold than you, Tamar. Also, you were cheating?!"

"Noooo! I would never cheat! You're a cheater, with your cheating cheaty cheatiness!"

Nikolai laughed, loud and booming, and got up to get some water for his friend. Reaching the bar, he was poured a jug and given some glasses, and was just about to head back to the table when his breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat.

She won't recognise you, he thought, forcing himself to walk forwards. She won't, she won't, she won't. He repeated the words like a mantra, and by the time he made it back to his crew he almost felt that he couldn't say anything else.

"You alright, Captain?" Tolya asked, laying a hand on his arm. "You're pulse is crazy right now."

"I'm fine, thank you. Give Tamar this." He passed over some water, taking deep breaths at the same time.

Saints, what was wrong with him? He sees Y/n once and starts having difficulty breathing? He frowned. Actually, that's not new. But why was she sat with a group of dodgy looking men in a dark corner of the room? His frown deepened, worry now flitting across his face. Maybe she's in a gang? She seemed actively involved in the conversation, but Nikolai wasn't a good enough lip reader to know what was being said.

"Captain?" Tolya's voice sounded from his left.

"Hmm?"

"Isn't that Flint? The pirate mercenary?" Tolya pointed, and just his luck, Nikolai followed the finger to one of the men sat next to Y/n.

Shit, she is in a gang.

He felt a pang of hurt then, that she seemed to be part of a group of pirates when she'd turned down sailing the seas with him all those years ago. He regretted what he'd done, how he'd left things, but he truly had believed she'd be better off without him. Seeing her now, looking somehow even more beautiful than she had been five years ago, was bringing back memories he'd rather forget, but knowing he now had a chance to try and get her back (or recruit her from a different ship), he stood up, indeed recognising Flint. "Let's go, that's him. Bastard stole my favourite sword."

Closing in on the secluded table, Nikolai was able to hear more of their conversation.

"I can't figure out what language that is, can you?"

"Fjerdan," Nikolai replied, surprised at the language being used. Flint was Kaelish, so why was he in conversation with some Fjerdans?. He picked up some words before they noticed him, but all thoughts went out of his head when Y/n turned her head to look at him.

"Sturmhond," Flint spoke in Kerch, lip curling at the sight of the privateer.

"Flint, always a pleasure. Don't suppose you still have my sword, do you? Quite fond of that one."

"Oh I've got it. In fact, I've got it right here." He pulled it out of the scabbard at his side, pointing it in Nikolai's direction (apparently) threateningly, and Nikolai recognised the blade as his own.

"Perfect," he rubbed his hands together. "Hand it over, I've got a crew to get back to." Flint laughed at the outstretched hand in front of him, then spat on the floor next to his chair. Y/n spoke some hushed words to him, gesturing subtly towards the Fjerdans.

"Alright. You've got five seconds to get out of here, Sturmhond, before I use your own sword to gut you."

"I'm not leaving without it." He set his jaw.

"Ghezen's Hand, just leave. This is a business meeting and you're fucking it all up, alright?" Y/n's voice surprised him. He hadn't expected her to speak, and having not heard it for five years he was taken aback. "What?" she demanded. "Why are you looking at me weirdly?"

"Sorry, sorry. Flint, when you're done here, come and find me. I'm getting that sword back."

"Stop obsessing over your sword, Ginger Boy, and piss off."

The title made his heart ache, knowing that she'd once called him her Golden Boy. Had it been someone at court naming him that, he probably would have hit them, but it was her, and he found that he didn't mind.

Ginger Boy hurt though.

He put his hands up, turning and stalking back to the table. He stopped a waitress, ordering a whisky despite the extortionate amounts of alcohol he'd already drunk.

This is going to be a long night.

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Thirty minutes later Flint swaggered over, bracing his hands on the table and leaning over to look Nikolai in the eye.

"Right then, pretty boy. How much for the sword?"

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?"

"What? No! The sword! How much are you willing to give for it!"

"Right! Right, yes, of course. Uh," he mock pondered for a moment, tapping a finger against his chin. "Nothing."

"Then you're not having it."

"I am, I'm just not trading for it. Who's the girl?"

Y/n had come over with Flint, and now looked up from where she stood a few paces away, arms crossed over her chest.

"The girl is my translator. Got in a tricky spot with some Fjerdan slavers," he grimaced. "All sorted now, though. Well, if you're not willing to trade anything for the sword, then I'll be off."

"Ah, shame. We were just starting to get along! How about I walk you out?" He ignored the protests of Flint, strutting past and opening the door. Outside, Nikolai basked in the quieter street, turning at the flash of noise that came when Flint stepped out after him. "Now. Has he paid you yet?" he asked Y/n. She shook her head. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna pay this lovely lady here, and then you're gonna hand over the sword. Then you're gonna walk away, and you're gonna leave me and my crew alone, alright?" Flint scoffed.

"And why should I do all o' that? I'll pay her, sure, but not the rest."

"I think you'll want to, Flinty." Nikolai leaned in close, trying not to breathe in too deeply the fish and alcohol smell emanating off of the pirate. "Or the Fjerdans will find out just what you've been doing with the money they're paying you." He pulled back, and Flint's eyes went wide.

"You- you- what?! How could you possibly- what?!" the pirate spluttered.

Nikolai let a glint come into his eye, a smirk form on his face, and said "The next time you have a private conversation, maybe check that nobody will hear anything, yeah? My Fjerdan's pretty good."

"Fine, fine! Here, here's your cash, and have the stupid sword! Jus' don't tell anyone what you 'eard alright?" And he shoved money at Y/n and the blade at Nikolai, leaving abruptly. "Filthy privateers, think they own the place," he muttered under his breath, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"Do I know you?"

Nikolai snapped his head around to look at Y/n.

"No. No, I'd remember meeting someone as gorgeous as you, darling." He threw in a wink for good measure. Her lip curled in disgust as she counted the notes.

"Yeah, and I'd remember meeting a fuckboy like you." She turned and went back into the tavern, pocketing the money. He paused for a moment, thinking quickly. Running after her, he caught up with Y/n just as she put her foot on the bottom step of the stairs to the upper rooms. She raised an eyebrow. "What? You're not coming with me. Go back to your pirate crew, yeah?"

"I'm a privateer, there's a difference."

"I know there's a difference. Got your licence to hand then?"

"Yep. Carry it everywhere." He patted his breast pocket. "And I don't want to come up, I want to offer you a job." He didn't really need a translator on his crew, what with his own language skills, but he thought it would be worth a shot.

"Keep talking."

"Actually, is there anywhere private upstairs? Just to talk, I swear!" At her eyes rolling he held his hands up, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Fine. Five minutes, then I want you gone."

"Of course."

She led him up the stairs, then across the landing and into a small room with a bed and a desk, clothes littered on the floor.

"This is your room." It wasn't a question, and he didn't need to see her nod to know he was right.

"Don't go getting any ideas, alright." She paused, staring at him for a moment. "You're sure I don't know you?"

"Positive. Impossible that we've ever met before."

"Improbable," she said, moving away. He stared dumbly after her, jaw going slack.

"What?"

"Usually people mean improbable, not impossible. It's just a stupid thing someone said once."

"Someone?" he probed.

"Yeah. Old friend. Well, old partner. Hang on," she narrowed her eyes at him. "Why are you so interested?"

"Sounds like someone I know, that's all." He swallowed thickly under her gaze, knowing that she was reading him. "So, the job?" She nodded, still observing him. "How's your Zemeni? Because I have a new member of my crew who speaks nothing else, and only a handful of us speak the language, but we don't have the time. You'd live on the ship and we'd drop you off when he knew enough that we could teach him as we go, and I'll pay handsomely." She titled her head, considering.

"How much?"

"What's your rate?"

"50 Kruge a day."

He raised his eyebrows.

"What? If you don't like it, you can piss off. If I'm gonna be living on a ship I want compensation for my discomfort," she shrugged.

"Fine. 50 Kruge a day, for however many days you need. We're leaving tomorrow afternoon, if you can make it." He desperately hoped she would say yes, deciding he couldn't take her saying that he'd be leaving on his own again.

"Okay, fine by me. How many bells?"

"Four." His whole body relaxed, pleased that she was coming with him.

"Sure. See you tomorrow." Nikolai took it as his cue to leave, closing the door softly behind him.

~~~

Nikolai didn't sleep that night, mind keeping him awake as it raced through every interaction and memory he'd had with Y/n in University. He had a chance to make things right, even if she didn't know it, and Saints be damned if he would fuck things up with her again. The next morning was hell for Nikolai, the hours until four bells dragging, not at all helped by his lack of sleep.

"Ugh, come on," he muttered, stood on deck observing the waterfront. He'd run out of things to do to keep himself busy; one of the issues with being so organised. He liked the chaos and spontaneity of being on the sea, but he also liked knowing exactly what was happening at any given moment, leading to an incredibly well-planned journey. He always accounted for every possibility, but Y/n might just throw a spanner in the works.

Nikolai heard an argument forming, and noticed the Zemeni boy and two of the Ravkan Grisha trying to communicate. Erumi had been part of the crew for two months now, but still only spoke his native language, and while Nikolai could speak Zemeni fluently, and often gave the boy his jobs in the language, he certainly did not have the time to teach him Ravkan, or indeed any other. Most of the crew couldn't understand him, and the ones that did were like Nikolai; able to communicate in Zemeni, but having no time to teach.

It wasn't wholly unnecessary having Y/n on board, then. She was needed here, and not just for Nikolai's selfish desires.

"What's going on?" he asked the Grisha.

"Idiot isn't doing his job right, but we can't tell him how to do it because he doesn't speak Ravkan," one of them replied.

"Erumi? What is it you're trying to do, maybe I can help?"

"I can't remember which knot to use for this one, and they're getting mad at me because of it, but I can't talk to them, and it's just-"

"Woah, slow down! Let's start with the knot, yeah? Here," Nikolai took the rope and slowly moved through the actions, making sure the boy knew exactly what was going on. Untying it, he passed it over to Erumi, telling him to tie it himself. Satisfied with the end result, Nikolai turned to the two Ravkans.

"Look. I know it's difficult, but you just need to be patient. There's no use getting mad or raising your voices at him, because he won't understand what you're saying. Try and be gentle, and show him through your actions, not words. Before you start grumbling," he said, noticing the displeased looks on their faces, "we're getting a translator today, and she's gonna teach him enough Ravkan that we can all understand each other better, okay?" They nodded, and he dismissed them.

"Captain? Look!" Erumi showed him the knot, having been tying and retying it, and Nikolai smiled.

"Good job! Right, you go and take a break for a bit, yeah? I'll see you in a bit." The boy nodded, grinning widely, and Nikolai watched him go.

"Cute kid."

He jumped halfway out of his skin, one hand flying to his pistol, the other to his sword handle.

"What the fuck?! Where did you even come from?"

"My mother's womb," Y/n said. "And 'what the fuck' sums it all up quite nicely, I'd say." She needed to stop quoting him, it was making his ego swell.

"Why?" he frowned.

"You speak Zemeni, and you look like you've got plenty of time, so why do you need me?"

Four bells sounded then, and he startled.

"You're early?"

She shrugged. "Figured I might as well be, gives me time to run away if I need to. Why do you need me?"

"Once we get going, I really don't have much time. I'm captain, and so I have to oversee everyone. I can't spend too much time with any one person or someone else will think I've got favourites. My whole reputation is built on being equal, and if nothing else I don't want to start any mutinies."

"Oh. Fair I guess. Where would I be staying, then?"

He led her into the cabins under the deck, pointing out his and the twins'. "Yours is the one at the end, you can go and have a look if you like." She did, leaving Nikolai in the corridor to ponder his next move. When she reappeared a few minutes later, she just nodded.

"Everything alright?"

"It'll do. I'd like a proof of payment before we leave, just to make sure I'm going to get properly compensated."

"Of course, here." He pushed open the door to his own cabin, walking over to the desk at the back of the room.

"Privateering for Dummies? Should I be worried?"

"Oh, I'd actually forgotten I had that." He studied her, wondering if she recognised the book. Hopefully she didn't open the front cover; he'd nicked it from the University library and the stamp was still on the front page. "And no, you don't need to worry at all, you're in very safe hands." He rummaged around in a drawer for a moment, then pulled out a stack of notes. "50 Kruge a day, yeah?"

"Yep."

"Here's your first day then."

"Thanks."

Saints, this was awkward. She hadn't stopped studying at him, eyes clearly examining everything about him, and it was making him sweat.

"I'll go and introduce you?"

"Sure."

He wanted the floor to swallow him up.

~~~

An hour later they were on their way, and Y/n and Erumi had been getting along well so far. They sat off to the side, hidden from the sun in the shade of the upper deck, and from Nikolai's position at the wheel he caught snippets of their conversation.

There wasn't much interesting, just Y/n teaching Erumi basic Ravkan words such as 'ship', 'please', 'thank you', and the like, but when they took a break (he was not a fast learner), Nikolai found it hard to tune out. He knew it was wrong to listen, and he really did try to think about something else so that he wasn't eavesdropping, but then he'd heard his name, his real name, and he couldn't help himself.

"Wait, you went to school with the Nikolai Lantsov? That's so cool!"

"If cool is being an arse then yeah," she replied, and although he couldn't see her face, Nikolai knew that she had a look of disgust on it. "He was nice at first, persistent in a kinda cute way, but then he turned out just like every other rich person, using me to make him feel better about himself."

Shit.

She really thought that about him? He'd been trying to distance himself as a defence mechanism so that when he did leave it would hurt less for both of them. He'd spent the last five years wishing he could know why she'd been so torn up about him going when she'd already said that she was staying, but now he wanted to erase what he'd just heard from his memory.

"Damn, that must have hurt?"

"Yeah, it did," her voice was hoarse, and she cleared her throat. "I thought he was gonna be the one, you know? And then he left me alone and made me feel like shit, so..." She trailed off, and Nikolai passed the wheel to someone else. He had to get out of here, go somewhere he couldn't hear them. Pushing himself down the stairs, he headed below deck and towards his cabin, locking the door and throwing himself onto the bed.

"Fuck," he whispered, although significantly more muffled given his face was in a pillow. Trying to win her over might be more difficult than he'd anticipated.

~~~

The next morning, Nikolai got up early, having not slept too well in the night. Washing and getting dressed, he went up on deck, and was surprised to see Y/n sat on a crate, looking at the sunrise.

"Morning," he said quietly, drawing up a box to join her.

"Oh, hi. Thought I was the only one up, apart from the skeleton crew."

"Couldn't sleep much last night, figured I'd just get up. You?"

"Same. Too busy thinking about things."

"Wanna talk about it?" At her guarded expression, he quickly said "Feel free not to, though. I know it's not my place to know everything about you, I just thought you might want someone to listen."

They were quiet for a while, sat in peaceful silence watching the sun rise over the sea.

"You just remind me of someone I loved."

Her voice was so quiet he had to strain to hear her, but when his mind registered the words, his heart ached in his chest.

"'Loved'? What did they do to mess that one up?"

"He uh... he... sorry." She swallowed thickly, and Nikolai could practically feel her nerves.

"Take your time. There's no rush."

Nodding, she continued, and Nikolai held his breath. "We met in University. He uh... we were together, and then he wanted to leave and I wanted to stay. He kept away from me for a while before he left, and when I confronted him about it he just... stood there. I have this thing about rich people, and I thought that he would be different and be better than the ones that told me to just 'stop being poor', but then he... then he didn't try and fight for me, and that hurt, you know? I would have been fine with trying long distance, but he just wanted me to leave. So, yeah. I don't mean that that's why you remind me of him, by the way," she hurriedly added. "I just mean that, sometimes, the way you talk reminds me of him, or the look you get on your face every now and then. I know you're not him, it's just weird how similar those things are about you both. And I never really... I never really stopped loving him. We were only together- well, technically two weeks, but the second one he was ignoring me, so... But I did love him, and I still do five years on, and it sucks, because I trusted him and he let me down."

Nikolai had forgotten to breathe, heart both lifting at her confession that she still loved him, and sinking at how shattered he'd left her heart.

"That..." he cleared his throat, surprised at how hoarse it was. "I'm sorry," he settled for.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. It's not like you're actually him." Nikolai only smiled, pain filling his expression as he turned away and moved to leave. "Where are you going?"

"I need to have my morning meeting with the twins. They're probably wondering where I am. I'll leave you in peace."

"Oh, okay," she smiled, small and tentative, and he offered one back. Walking away, he muttered another "I'm sorry" under his breath, fiddling with the chain around his neck.

~~~

Y/n wrinkled her nose for the fourth time in the last ten minutes as Erumi pronounced yet another Ravkan work wrong.

Ghezen's Hand, he's shit at this.

To be fair to him, she probably wasn't being the best teacher either, having been left confused ever since the talk she'd had with Sturmhond the previous morning. He was so similar to Nikolai she was half convinced it was him, and the only reason she had any doubt was that he hadn't shown any sign that he recognised her. Remembering the conversation she'd had with Nikolai in that coffee shop all those years ago, he had mentioned that he would get himself Tailored, and the Privateering for Dummies book she'd seen in Sturmhond's cabin couldn't be a coincidence. Then there was the whole 'Volkvolny' and 'Sturmhond' thing, and the link between 'wolf of the waves' and the dog theme in his name was far too closely linked to the nickname 'Sobachka' that Nikolai had admitted to for Y/n's liking.

"Y/n?"

Blinking out of her thoughts, she noticed Erumi looking expectantly at her, eyes wide. The boy was barely 18, and was trying to grow a beard (key word: trying), and she wondered how he ended up here. She knew that Sturmhond recruited practically anyone, so long as they worked hard, since his crew were from all walks of life, but Erumi had mentioned that he'd chosen to join the Volkvolny, and Y/n was curious.

"I think that's enough for now, yeah?"

"Oh, okay. Want to talk?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask, why are you part of this crew? I mean, you don't understand anybody unless they're speaking your language."

"I'm an orphan, and the youngest of three. My siblings didn't want me around, so I left. I heard about a privateer who got his name from feeding a captain's fingers to his pet dog, and I thought 'that's cool'."

"You thought that was cool? You need help if you thought that was cool, Erumi."

"No, not like that, I just meant, it would be cool to work with someone like that, to be someone worth talking about. I'd also heard about how inclusive he is, and although I grew up in Novyi Zem, the people in my village didn't like that I'm zowa. Figured if anybody would accept me, it would be him. And if he can feed somebody's fingers to their pet dog and not get squeamish, then I'll be protected too."

"That's... that's actually not a bad reason. Wanting protection and acceptance. I definitely spoke to one girl earlier who said she was in this line of work because apparently guys think it's hot."

"I'm sure they do," Erumi replied. "And I'm sure that she'll go far in life." The two of them talked for a little while longer, Y/n trying to teach him a few more words, giving up very quickly.

"We'll carry on a bit later, give you a chance to do some jobs," she said in Zemeni. He nodded, bounding off, and she had no idea how he had so much energy.

Nikolai always had energy too, she thought.

Being on this boat was obviously driving her crazy. She had stubbornly refused to think about Nikolai for the last five years, but now that she was here, close to a man so similar to her Golden Boy, her mind wouldn't let her forget him. He'd been weird the morning before, apologising with such sincerity for somebody that supposedly didn't know her, and her suspicions about who Sturmhond really was were only growing. Y/n watched him now, talking animatedly to Tamar, and in certain light his ginger hair looked almost blond. The colour seemed to change every day, some days being a bright shocking red that drew the eyes, on others, such as this one, it was muted, more yellow than orange. His eyes were always changing, too. Always a weird muddy green, but sometimes bright green like the beginning of spring, and at others, a dark shade more similar to the fir trees of Fjerda.

She spent the rest of the morning sat watching the waves, spotting the occasional dolphin breaking the water. A loud laugh startled her out of her reverie, and she whipped her head round, expecting to see Nikolai since it sounded just like him. At only seeing Sturmhond, however, her hand drifted up to her neck, rubbing at where the chain used to sit. Y/n frowned, brows drawing together, and then she froze where she sat, tears staring to prick at the corners of her eyes.

Hanging out of Sturmhond's white shirt, the silver flashing in the bright midday sunlight, was a compass.

Her compass.

Choking back tears, she forced herself to walk towards the stairs and her cabin, aiming for privacy and soundproof walls so that nobody heard her cry. She didn't get that far, however, with Tamar shouting her name and jogging over. "You okay? You're crying. Who do I need to kill?"

"Nobody, sorry, I'll be fine. Just homesick I guess." Tamar nodded, concern still on her face, when Sturmhond joined them.

"Shit, what happened? Who do I hurt?" Y/n choked out a laugh at his words, both at the similarity between his and Tamar's, and at the irony of it.

"I'll be alright, just... carry on with your lives." She disappeared below deck, heading straight for her cabin. When she heard heavy footsteps behind her, she cursed, recognising them as the captain's.

"Y/n! Y/n! Wait- ow!" She had reached her door when she looked back at his cry of pain, seeing the man clutching his right shin.

"What did you do?"

"Walked into a box somebody had left lying around. Seriously, I'm more worried about you."

"It was a metal box," she said, eyeing the offending item. "You sure you shouldn't get your leg checked?"

"I've suffered worse. Got shot multiple times, heartbreak too, so this is nothing."

"Heartbreak?"

He looked at her for a long moment. Ah. So he does know who I am.

"Yeah. Broke my heart and the heart of the girl I love." Y/n's breath caught at his use of present tense, then she internally cursed herself for allowing the butterflies to start up.

"I think we need to talk in my room, Captain."

"If you say so," he replied, and given how the man had been acting the past few days, she was very surprised that he didn't say it with a smirk and a wink. Instead he seemed incredibly serious, although the fact that he was still clutching his shin put off the whole image slightly, and she offered him a cold pack when they were inside, door shut. He sat, taking it gratefully. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Why didn't you fight for me?"

The question clearly caught him off guard, and he sat staring dumbly at her for a few moments.

"Sorry?" His voice was barely more than a whisper, and if she hadn't taught herself, she would have had to strain her ears to hear him.

"I know who you are, Sturmhond, and I want to know why you didn't fight to be with me five years ago."

She turned to look at him, startled to see his hair even more blond than it had been in the sunlight.

Tailoring must be wearing off, she thought. Good, I'll get my Golden Boy back, some part of her belatedly added, but she pushed it to the back of her mind.

"You know who I am? Prove it."

"The compass. What's the inscription say?"

"Your heart takes you places but-"

"-your love brings you home."

He said the first part hoarsely, not breaking eye contact with her as she spoke the second half with him.

"I gave it to Nikolai, to you, the day you left me. My father had it engraved for my mother when we had a little extra cash and when he passed away, she gave it to me. I didn't go a day without it until you."

"I'd say you chucked it at my head, not gave it to me, but yes. And I haven't gone a day without it either. Not one." He stood, placing the cool pack to the side. "There has not been a single moment where I haven't thought of you, and how badly I left things between us. I was doing damage control because I thought it would hurt less in the end because I was scared. Scared of how much I loved you, and Saints," he laughed, "I'm still scared of it. I'm sorry that I hurt you, I truly am, and I know that I broke your trust and your heart. But I hope that you know that I am not like them, and I will never be like them, because I have spent my whole life with people like them and I am sick of it. I'm sick of pretending that I don't care about the people of Ravka just to please some nobles, because I do. They run the whole fucking machine. I'm sick of people treating others like the dirt under their shoes simply because they weren't born into privilege. I'm sick of all of it, which is why my crew is what it is. It's also why it hurts me so much to know that you think I'm like that, because I'm not. Not at all. And I am so sorry that I made you feel that way, and I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you just to even be considered for a second chance, because I still love you. I am ridiculously, hopelessly and completely in love with you, Y/n, and letting myself leave without you was the worst decision I have ever made. My life without you is merely an existence, and my world is all the more darker without you shining your light in it. You are my heaven, and you are my universe, and I love you with every fibre of my being every day."

He was in front of her now, having moved closer the whole time he'd been speaking. Tears were streaming down her cheeks at how genuine he'd been, and he gently wiped them away as they fell.

"Nik," Y/n sobbed, and she collapsed into him, crying into his chest. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, her crying and him holding her tight, one hand stroking her back and the other playing with her hair, chin resting on the top of her head, but after a while her sobs subsided, and she pulled away, hiccoughing every now and then.

"You'll be alright, darling, even if that means I'm not there to make sure of it." He was wiping her tears away again, not that there were any left, but the movement of his thumb on her cheek was so soft, and his expression was so kind and loving, she pushed up on her toes and kissed him. It was brief, only a second or two, but it made the butterflies flutter and her heart sing.

Then she smacked him.

"You ever, ever, do anything like that again, I will kill you, slowly and painfully, so that you feel every. Single. Inch of pain that I felt these last five years and whatever pain I feel in that moment, do you understand?" He nodded rapidly, bewildered look on his face.

"Absolutely. Does this mean I'm being considered for a second chance?"

"It means you're getting one, so don't screw it up, Lantsov."

"I won't. I promise you, I won't. I will not make that mistake again."

"Good." And she kissed him again, this time for longer, and more slowly, savouring every second. When she pulled away for the second time, he trailed after her, and she gasped at the sight in front of her.

He was him, he was her Golden Boy again.

"What? Did I become a terrible kisser? Is there something on my face? In my hair? What is it?"

"You might need your Tailor, Golden Boy. Your eyes are blue and your nose doesn't look fucked."

"Shit, really?" And when she nodded, he laughed, tipping his head back and letting the joyful sound out. "Feels fitting, I suppose. That I look like myself instead of someone I'm not. Almost symbolic, isn't it? I transform from a-"

"Shut up, Nik, and kiss me again."

"Oh, okay," and he did.

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her realizing that she’s like pregnant again but with a boy this time? I need more of this

Thank you so, so much for the request! Here is the one shot! I hope you enjoy! Also I will make this my author's note so here is the LINK to the master post of all the links to the one shots in this series! -Jen

What's One More

Prompt: When you discover that you are pregnant again while visiting your grandfather on Earth, you and Adam are elated over the news. And Adam's name suggestion makes you realize for the billionth time how much you love him. Word Count: 2,405

You were pretty sure it was hotter than the sun in your grandfather’s house--or, at least it felt that way. When his air conditioning unit decided to quit in the middle of the summer and your brother, Peter, had only made things worse trying to fix it himself, the rest of you were left to suffer the consequences. In the midst of it all, there was something that had been distracting you from the discomfort of it all. Or rather, someone.

Sleeping in the twin sized bed in the guest room by yourself was one thing. Adding your significant other into the mix was another. Throw in your three year old daughter and it was a crowd. Your eyes opened right as a tiny foot kicked you in the face. Carefully, you forced yourself to sit upright and looked over to see the culprit. Aydith, though tiny as she was, had somehow managed to take most of the space. Somehow she had wriggled her way on top of Adam, her golden locks of hair hiding his face. How the guy had stayed asleep, you were unsure. But you were glad both were still lost to the world.

Sleepily, you glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:00 A.M. That was just great. Even if you wanted to fall back asleep, you highly doubted you could. Especially with your kid being the early bird that she was. Give her another hour or two, she would be zooming around the room. Literally. Thank Gods Adam came to visit with you all this time around. You sighed and turned your attention to the bathroom door, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach.

Back on Knowhere, you had begun to expect something was up. A gut feeling you had only experienced one other time in your life. Part of you wondered if perhaps it was just stressed. You and the rest of the Guardians had been on back to back missions. Between splitting your time on those and raising your child, life was chaotic. But when the exhaustion and mood swings became paired with nausea, you knew there was more at play than just pressure.

The sound of Peter snoring from the couch in the living room follows you as you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you. Earlier that day when you had taken Aydith with you to pick some groceries up at the store, you had also picked up a pregnancy test box in the pharmacy aisle. The damn thing had cost over twenty dollars, but it was a two pack and the reviews had been great--and you wanted the best when it came to accuracy.

Where are you? You muttered to yourself, fishing around the back of the sink drawer. You knew you hid them well, but not to the point where even you couldn’t find them. Dammit…

Finally, the tips of your fingers touched the glossy surface of the box and you pulled it out quickly. Immediate Detection, 99% Accuracy. Weird name, but okay. You opened it and took one out, studying it carefully. Looked quite similar to what you had used over three years ago, couldn’t be that difficult to figure out…

You and Adam had the occasional talk about the prospect of having more kids. Aydith was a handful and a half, but she was the greatest joy of both of your lives. Her powers were something you were still getting used to and neither you nor Adam had any indication to what extent she had inherited from him. Thank gods for those toddler backpacks with the little harnesses and leashes. But you had always seen children in your future, just not exactly when.

Your mind wandered as you set the used test of the edge of the tub. Three minutes. Three whole damn minutes. This was the 2020’s, how weren’t pregnant test results instantaneous? You bounced your leg as you tried to find something to focus on. Random dark spot on the wall? Maybe mold, probably should point that out to your grandfather. That rubber ducky you really needed to make a mental note of as to not forget. Aydith standing in the doorway…!

Aydith smiled at you from where she stood at the threshold clutching her beloved stuffed toy raccoon, Rocky, that Peter had bought for her as a joke at Rocket’s expense. Without a single ounce of consideration for your privacy, she waltzed in.

“Hi, Mama!” She grinned as you quickly stood up and fixed your pajamas. “Rocky says good morning, good morning!”

You exhaled softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Good morning, Aydith. Rocky.” You quickly glanced over your shoulder trying to see the test. Still nothing. “You’re up early.”

“Mhm!” She bounced with the energy you wished that you had. “No more sleep! Daddy’s sleeping and Grandpa sleeping and Uncle Pete sleeping, not me though! And not you! Rocky’s not sleepy too.” Aydith held the toy toward you and said in a squeaky voice. “No sleep! Time to play!”

Her smile could light up an entire galaxy. You took Rocky from her and looked him over. Well, if you really squinted your eyes, you kinda did see Rocket… Handing the toy back over to her, you knelt down so you were at her eye level.

“Daddy’s still sleeping, huh?” She nodded vigorously in response. “Mama wishes she could have it that easy.”

Aydith suddenly tilted her head and pointed. “What’s that, Mama?”

You turned your head and your stomach did a somersault. The pregnancy test. When you look back at your daughter, she was staring at you expectantly. And in some strange way, it felt like Rocky was too.

“…It’s a test.” You told her honestly.

“A test?” She inquired innocently.

“Yes, a test.” And you hadn’t realized that you’d been chewing on the inside of your cheek until it began to sting. “Mama had to take a test.”

“Why?”

That was a good question. A very good one. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a decent, but vague answer. How did one respond to something with such importance? By now, the three minutes had long since ended and you were just itching to grab the damn thing and get it over with. Heart pounding, you reached over and picked it up. You looked down at the tiny screen and almost instantly your breath hitched in your throat.

“Mama?” Aydith’s voice sounded distant as you felt her tugging at your arm. “I wanna see! I wanna see!” She pleaded as if she knew what the thing was. “I wanna see, please!”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Or possibly even throw up. The two pink lines were as solid and visible as they could be. You were pregnant again. It didn’t even feel real. Aydith would be a big sister, and you and Adam would have another daughter or son. A baby…Gods, two kids…

“Mama!” Aydith’s voice snapped you out of your trance. You met her stare and noticed she looked worried. “Don’t cry, Mama. Why are you sad?”

You hadn’t even realized there were tears streaming down your cheeks until that moment. You set the test down and wiped away at them. Aydith was still watching you with concern as you took one of her hands in your own and gave her a watery smile.

“Oh baby girl, I’m not sad.” You assured her. “Mama’s very happy. These are good tears. Happy tears.” You paused, trying to decide if it was okay to announce it to her so early on. Would she even understand it? “I’ve got something special to tell you. Would you like to hear it?”

Your daughter bobbed her head up and down. “Mhm! A secret?!”

“Well…maybe not exactly.” If you told her, all of Knowhere would know the moment you all stepped off the ship. “But it is very important.” You ran your thumb across her knuckles. “You’re going to be a big sister. Mama’s going to have a baby.”

Her eyes lit up. “A baby?!”

You gave her a nod. “Mama has a baby in her belly.” Well, not in your stomach, but you weren’t in the mood to give an anatomy lesson. “But it will still be a long time before they’re here.”

“Five days?”

You couldn’t help but snort at her concept of time. Shaking your head, you pressed a kiss to her forehead. “A little longer than that. But I promise you, it’ll be well worth the wait. You were.”

Your daughter seemed to consider this. After a moment, she gave you a firm nod. Sometimes the expressions she made reminded you so much of Adam. She really did take after him. You couldn’t help but wonder if this baby would too.

“Rocky wants to tell Daddy!”

Before you could stop her, Aydith made a beeline out of the bathroom and towards your bed. She was a good foot or so off the ground when she landed right on top of Adam. By some miracle, even in his half asleep state, he managed to catch her right as she began to roll off the bed. Your daughter squealed in delight at his trick and you let out the breath you didn’t realize that you were holding.

“And a fine morning to you as well, my little comet.” Adam yawned, giving her a smile. “Rocky.”

“Rocky wants to tell you something, Daddy!” Aydith practically sang, shaking the stuffed raccoon in his face. “Something veeeeeery important!”

“Oh?” And Adam looked over at you in amused curiosity. “What news does Rocky have for me?”

“Aydith’s mama is having a baby!” Aydith declared in his voice. “She told me and Aydith!”

Adam’s eyes went wide and you watched as he sat up. Aydith clung to her father’s back as you walked over to the two of them.

“Y/N, is it true?” He asked softly. “Are you with child?” Sometimes he had a really odd way of putting things. Just another quirk of his that you loved, you supposed. “We’re going to have another baby?”

You held out the positive test. “According to this, yes. I wasn’t exactly planning on breaking the news through Rocky, but I oh--”

Suddenly Adam’s arms were around and the test dropped to the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. His own excitement and joy intermingled with your own as he beamed at you with such love and pride you could’ve melted right then and there.

“So I can safely assume that you are excited then?” You teased, leaning in when he kissed you. Aydith made a noise of disgust at the scene of your affection. “That you’re ready for round two?”

“Absolutely nothing would make me happier.” Adam smiled broadly. “To become a father once more and to give our little Aydith a sibling!”

“I’m not little, I’m a big girl!” Aydith argued as she plopped down onto the bed. “I’m three!”

“My apologies, so you are.” Her father replied, winking at you. “And a wise big sister you shall be.” Adam reached over and took your hand. “I believe this news is cause for celebration. Perhaps a breakfast feast is in order?”

Now that he mentioned it, you really could go for some waffles. Also pancakes. Bacon? Some sausage links? Eggs! Now some berries also sounded nice… Ooh, and a nice, oversized cinnamon roll. Your free hand rested on your stomach. It would be awhile before you showed in the slightest, even longer before you’d feel the first flutters. You longed for those coming days.

“I could go for some food.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “But maybe we should wait until my grandpa and Peter are awake--”

“I’ll go get Uncle Pete!” Aydith declared, leaping off of the bed and zooming out of the room before either of you could stop her. “Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete! Guess what?!”

And from down the hall you heard the couch creak and a loud groan presumably from brother as his niece's body slammed him full force. A wakeup call indeed.

XXX

You stared down at the set of sonogram photos you had gotten when you went to visit your grandfather on Earth. While your pregnancy was being monitored on Knowhere, you still had wanted your grandfather to witness seeing his great grandchild on an ultrasound. So you found one of those places that did that sort of thing and took him along with Adam, Peter, and Aydith. Now as you waited for Rocket to return with the ship, you couldn’t stop looking at them.

“Look at him and tell me that isn’t Aydith’s nose.” You said to Adam, pointing at one of the pictures. “He looks just like her. When we get home, I want to find her ultrasound pictures to compare.”

Adam’s hand rested on the small of your back as he studied the images too. “He does…” He held out his other hand and you gave him the pictures. “We should decide upon a name.”

You looked at him. “Do you have any suggestions?”

He thought for a minute. “Well, Aydith wanted to call him Rocky.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ever since Peter got her that damn stuffed animal, it’s her favorite name. But no, even though I am sure Rocket would be thrilled to be his namesake.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Adam chuckled softly.

“What about Adam?” You suggested, watching for his reaction. “Adam Junior? We could call him AJ for short. That’s kinda cute.”

He shook his head. “I’m not the greatest fan of that.” Adam fell quiet for a moment. “What about Jason?”

“Jason?” You repeated. “Jason as in my grandfather, or as in my brother’s middle name? That Jason?”

Adam gave you a small smile. “I know how important they are to you, Y/N. And it is a family name. It would mean a lot to me to call our son a name that has great significance to you.”

You blinked back tears. Of all the sweet things, and there were many, that Adam had done for you, this by far was the greatest. You rested your hand on the small swell of your stomach, feeling the tiny movements from within.

“Jason…I love it. We’ll call him Jace.” You smiled, resting your head against Adam. “Jason Warlock.”

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Meet the Fam!

Summary: Natasha and Wanda have 8 children, and they love them all 25/8. 25 hours a day/8 days a week. This is an introduction to the series and this family.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, parents!WandaNat x daughter!reader

Words: 5.5k~

Warnings: NON CANON AU, mentions of child abuse, child neglect, and child abandonment, a very sick baby girl, emergency birth, I get a little long winded, but what’s new?

Not really a warning, just a heads up: This series obviously has A LOT of original characters, specifically child original characters. If oc’s aren’t really your thing, this one may not be for you.

Let me know if I missed some!

A/N: I had a lot of fun brainstorming and world building for this one, so I decided to share a little bit of background information before we jump into the real fic. This one is oc heavy, so I felt the need to really introduce them, so I chose to do so in headcanon/brainstorming format 🙃 Also, this is a non canon AU, so I also felt the need to give you a tidbit of WandaNat’s back ground before all the kiddos came along. Some of these are longer than others and that’s just because I felt those needed a bit explaining for context. Tell me what you think and if you want more!

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Meet the Maximoff-Romanoff’s!

Starting with moms:

Wanda Django Maximoff-Romanoff

daughter of Olek and Iryna Maximoff

twin sister of Pietro Maximoff

wife of Natasha

born in Sokovia

Her family moved to New York when she was a teenager because her father had a job opportunity.

Her mother decided to open a rather small restaurant to serve food from her country proudly.

and she does well.

Wanda starts off helping in the front of house with her brother

Eventually, she moves to the kitchen where she really learns to shine. She soaks up everything her mother has to teach her.

Once she has mastered everything on the current menu, she starts experimenting. Creating completely new dishes or taking her own Sokovian spin on traditional American foods.

Before long she is teaching her mother new recipes almost weekly. These are then added to the menu.

The restaurant really starts to thrive, pulling people from all of the city into their little hole in the wall, after a year or two of this.

Wanda is about to turn 18 and finish school. She makes a decision to continue her education at a culinary school.

She learns fast and quickly becomes a star pupil.

She gets her degree and returns to New York and helps her parents build the restaurant even further.

They do so well that they can move locations to a much larger venue, and they continue to grow in popularity and prestige. They offer authentic Sokovian food to a community that hasn’t really experienced before, along with Wanda’s masterful creations that blended well know dishes with Sokovian cuisine.

Eventually, her parents decide to take a step back. They still work in the restaurant when needed, but the management and ownership is passed to Wanda.

It’s hers. She owns it. She owns her own restaurant. It’s a dream come true.

The only thing she’s ever wanted more than this is a family of her own,

and soon enough she gets that too.

One night after most of the diners had left, Pietro drags Wanda to the front to introduce her to a friend of his.

Her brother tells her the man’s name, but Wanda doesn’t hear it. She’s too busy trying so hard not to embarrass herself in front of the gorgeous red haired woman sitting at the table with him.

After a short conversation, Wanda excuses herself and turns back to the kitchen mentally kicking herself the whole way.

“Stop it, Wanda. They were clearly on a date. She’s probably straight, so you have no chance.”

She only makes it halfway, and she is stopped by a smooth voice that makes her want to drop her panties.

She turns to find the red head smoothly introducing herself and asking for her number.

‘Natasha, a beautiful name for an even more a beautiful woman,’ Wanda thinks.

She accepts, and the rest is history.

They fall in love and get married in the city. Their families blend seamlessly. It’s almost too good to be true.

They live in the city. Wanda continues to run the restaurant, while Nat patrols.

Wanda always wanted a large family, not really as large of a family that she ended up with, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

She carries and births 5 of their 8 children: Lena, PJ, Alex, Tommy and Billy.

When she is pregnant with the first set of twins, her and Nat make the decision to move out of the city. They buy a 5 bedroom up state.

Wanda decides to step back from the restaurant to focus on the babies for a while.

She still owns and manages it from afar, but she has a great staff, talented chefs, loyal managers, and a dedicated team to keep the restaurant on its feet and living up to reputation Wanda had built.

After Y/n and Alex are born and grow to the age they need to be in a daycare for most of the day, Wanda feels the need to get out and do something.

She receives an offer to teach at a local culinary school, and she jumps at the opportunity

She absolutely loves it.

Teaching other people as passionate about cooking as she is, watching their skills grow is exhilarating.

With the restaurant and teaching, Wanda feels a sense of peace that she can support her family and continue to support her family as it grows.

and grows and grows and grows

Natasha Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

the adopted daughter of Melina and Alexei Romanoff

older sister of Yelena

she was born in Russia

Her birth parents were killed in a car crash when she was very young, and she was sent to an orphanage for girls, The Red Room.

She was there for a few years before she met a little girl named Yelena, a girl much younger than her who just looked scared.

Natasha comforted and cared for her and continued to do so for a year.

It was then a man and woman came in looking to begin their family.

They were taken by Yelena. They spoke to her and played with her before picking her up.

The blonde girl looked frantically for the older girl with fury red hair, but she had gone to steal a snack from the kitchen for Yelena.

Natasha hears screaming and rushes to where she left Yelena.

Two strangers are walking towards the door with her little sister Yelena.

The blonde thrashes in their arms until she’s eventually released and runs straight to Natasha gripping her tightly.

The two of them had become very close, near inseparable.

and that was lowering their chances of being adopted. No one wants to take in two kids.

The strangers leave, and Natasha thinks that she just cost Yelena a good life with those two could have been parents.

but that chance was lost forever.

Until only a week later, when they return with an interest in both girls.

Natasha is 8 when she is adopted along with her official little sister.

They lived in Russia for a few years before moving all the way to Ohio. They stayed there for the rest of Natasha’s childhood.

Her mother Melina taught psychology at a local university. Her father became a police officer.

Somehow both Natasha and her sister decide to follow in his footsteps and become police officers as well.

Eventually Natasha decides to leave the suburban life to move to New York. She works and makes connections.

One day a friend of hers and fellow officer, Steve asks her to try a restaurant that is supposed to be amazing.

“A friend of mine is the owner’s brother; he can get us in.”

The food definitely lives up to the hype.

Natasha is already thinking of when she can come back next when a man approaches the table with a woman in tow.

The most breathtaking woman Natasha has ever seen.

Steve introduces the brother, Pietro, and he introduces his sister the head chef and owner of the restaurant.

Nat compliments the food and gets only a quiet thanks but a completely genuine smile in response.

As the woman, Wanda, walks back to the kitchen, Nat feels like she’s losing her chance.

She quickly chases her down and introduces herself properly and goes for it. By the grace of whatever god there is above, the chef accepts, and Natasha will be forever grateful she did.

She adores Wanda more and more with every interaction.

They get married and decide to start a family of their own.

Unlike her wife, Natasha has always wanted a family as large as they have.

She wanted carry children, to form new lives inside her and love them with every thing she had.

However, she carried and birthed only 1 of their 8 children.

Y/n is a miracle child. One they thought they had lost before she got a chance at conception, but she was there, hiding in plain sight.

The pregnancy that followed was a typical one more or less.

excluding the fact that her wife was also pregnant at the time.

Twice the cravings, twice the mood swings, twice the hormones and the sex drive to go with it.

Pregnancy sex is much harder to accomplish when both members have swollen stomachs.

All goes well until an emergency c-section was performed and Natasha was rushed into surgery.

When she wakes, the first thing she thinks is that she misses her baby. Her flat stomach evidence that her ride along is no longer riding along.

She instantly misses holding the child inside her. She’ll just have to convince Wanda to have a fifth child, so she can carry again.

Nat looks up to find Wanda with red eyes and a terrified expression. She can’t help but think the worst.

Her baby is gone.

“no no no no no no, please no”

Wanda quickly jumps up quelling her fears, Y/n ok, she’s here and healthy, but there was more.

“Nat, I had to make a decision.”

She explains what happened, the complication, the possible outcomes

“It was your uterus or your life.”

Wanda knows how much carrying children meant to her wife, and she had taken that from her.

Nat grieved for a moment.

Her only consistent dream in life was to fall in love and carry children.

That option is now gone

but if the other possibility was Natasha missing out on life with her wife and children, she knew Wanda made the right choice.

She carried Y/n.

She fulfilled that dream. Now, to love them for the rest of her life.

“She is ok?”

“She’s fine. Healthy and so beautiful, lyubov. She has your hair.”

Nat smiles, “that’s all that matters to me.”

She kisses her wife without a drop of resentment in her heart.

She eventually goes back on the job and just watches her children grow.

They all have different personalities, likes and dislikes.

Natasha’s favorite is when she watches them find their passion and chase it.

…now for the kiddos

Lena Iryna Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

one of “the big twins”

Natasha and Wanda’ very first born child

the biological daughter of Wanda and a male donor

born 18 mins before her twin Pietro

Named after her Aunt Yelena

At the age of two, she saw an old home video of Natasha dancing ballet in a recital and begged to dance like her.

She began lessons at the age of three and has danced till this day. She improves more and more with every year.

She’s very talented.

As a junior in high school, she has been recruited to dance in college even a professional ballet company showed interest in her.

However, she wants to be a lawyer.

specifically a family lawyer after witnessing the adoptions of two of her little siblings first hand

She has the grades for it. She’s not in the very top of her class, but she is not far below them.

In true first kid fashion, when she’s not dancing or studying? she is probably helping with the little kids.

not because her moms force her to

They would never force her to.

She just likes looking after them.

Once she and PJ are old enough to drive, she often times acts as a school bus picking up her siblings on her way home, after her ballet rehearsals of course.

When moms say “the big twins are in charge”

…what they mean is “Lena is in charge.”

and everyone knows it but PJ.

Pietro Leonid Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

“PJ”

one of the “big twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

He was born 18 mins after his sister, and it kills him.

He’s named after his Uncle Pietro, but everyone calls him PJ.

It started as a family joke.

As soon as the twins were born, everyone got confused calling them both Pietro.

So little Pietro became Pietro Jr around family.

No one really knows when it got shortened to PJ, but it’s stuck ever since.

He’s a pretty calm child,

but he can be a rascal when he wants to be.

April fool’s day is his favorite day of the year.

He won’t admit it, but his little brother Alex is his best friend and often coconspirator.

He is currently a junior in high school. He does well in school, not as well as his twin, but still above average, and he’s ok with that.

Like his uncle Pietro he’s fast

like really fast

which is a huge help when he plays soccer. He finally got moved up to varsity his junior year,

and he is PUMPED about it.

He’s not really sure what he wants to do after graduation. Whether to go to college or a trade school.

If he goes to college, he has no idea what he would want to study?

Sifting through the options can be a little overwhelming.

but moms reassure him that he’s only a junior.

“There’s plenty of time to think about it.”

Y/n Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

the only biological child of Natasha

They were fortunately able to use the same donor as the twins.

Originally, they thought the implantation didn’t take. Months later they learned that Natasha was in fact pregnant.

because it’s the same donor, she’s technically a half-sibling with her brothers and sister,

but she’s definitely a whole sibling you know what I mean?

lovingly nicknamed by her moms as their “secret agent”

due to her inexplicable ability to fly under the radar… since conception, literally.

Only four months older than her brother, Alex

technically making them “Irish twins”

but she’s a year ahead of him in school.

Her birthday falls just before the age cut off date between the grades. So she’s the youngest of her class, and he’s among the older in his.

Now a sophomore in high school, her grades are average, mostly because she dedicates so much of her time to music.

She is arguably the quietest out of all her siblings, with the exception of maybe Max.

except when she’s practicing her violin.

When Y/n was three, her moms asked her if she wanted to dance ballet like Lena. She just shrugged, and they let it go.

When Y/n is four, her sister Lena begged to go see a real ballet.

So moms took Y/n along too, thinking if she saw the dancers that might convince her.

While her moms and sister watched the dancers, Y/n was solely focused on the orchestra pit.

After that every time she got to pick music in the car, she asked for “ballet music” (of course, her moms knew exactly what she meant).

When she learned the names of all the instruments, her answer quickly changed to “violins please.”

For her 5th birthday she gets her first violin, she began lessons.

After 10 years of playing, she is good.

like really really good

not because she’s a prodigy or anything

She’s good because she wants to be, so she works hard for it.

Y/n practices all the time.

To the point that her siblings start to complain, especially when she first started.

As much as they hate to think it, it got a little frustrating for her moms too.

So they ask her to practice in the basement to cancel a bit of the noise.

She spends so much time down there, that when she’s 10, they redecorate the basement and turn it into Y/n’s new bedroom.

She absolutely loves it.

Lena is trying to convince Y/n to play for one of her ballet recital solos. Of course Y/n is gonna say yes, she looks up to her big sister too much not to.

Between how much time she spends in her room practicing and how quiet she can be and the whole “secret agent” thing she’s got going on, she’s prone to slipping through the cracks in terms of attention from her moms.

but Wanda and Natasha make a conscious effort to keep that from happening every chance they can.

Alexei Lev Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

“Alex”

biological son of Wanda and the same donor as his older siblings

He’s named after Natasha’s father, but he goes by Alex for similar to reasons to PJ.

Conceived at a point when everyone believed Natasha was not pregnant, he’s only four months younger than his sister.

So together they are kinda like Wanda and Nat’s second set of twins

…except also not.

The one thing to know about Alex, is that he is a class clown.

The class clown of all class clowns

The Class Clown King, if you will

Since he was very little, he’s always trying to make people laugh.

So much so, that it tended to get him in trouble at school with an ill-timed or disruptive joke.

Though now that he is in high school, he has managed to bring his number of detentions down to one a semester.

Only a freshman and he’s trying to start a comedy club at school.

His joking spirit is why he so easily agrees to many of PJ’s practical jokes. Sharing a room with his older brother makes their scheming even easier.

When he’s not in school or trying to make someone laugh, he likes to swim in the local swim league.

He’s not the fastest, but he manages to keep up.

Max Samuel Maximoff-Romanoff

12 years old

originally born Maxwell Jonathan Samuels VI (the sixth)

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when he is two years old

When they adopted him, they decided to keep the name he knew, except changing his middle name to a shortened version of his original last name.

not to honor his parents(you’ll see why in a second), but as more of an homage to all of the Samuels family line that made it possible for Max to even be alive today.

They weren’t exactly trying to add to their family at the time, but this little guy practically fell in their laps,

and then immediately into their hearts as well.

Nat first met Max when she and her partner at the time took a call to his house for a domestic dispute.

While trying to deescalate the situation with the man and woman, Natasha noticed a very young child watching the whole thing.

By his size, he couldn’t be but maybe a year or year and a half old max (pun intended).

He was a bit dirty which was a bit of a red flag, but between PJ and Alex, she knows how little boys can be. She decides to give his parents the benefit of the doubt on it.

Natasha’s partner took care of the parents, and she took care of little man.

First thing she noticed is that he was so sweet.

He smiled when she picked him up and played with her for a couple hours while the whole ordeal was settled and a next of kin came to pick him up.

She was called out to that address twice more.

Once for a suspicion of hard substance abuse which ended up being unfounded at the time, but the condition of the house had greatly deteriorated.

Natasha found Max alone in his room with a handful of bruises in multiple stages of healing. He was a little dirty and very hungry.

With not enough evidence to do anything more, they had to leave, but Nat put in a report to child services immediately.

She was called out there again only a few weeks later when a woman called in saying she found a missing child. A stranger found Max in only a diaper completely alone wandering outside in the street.

The blessed woman scooped him up out of harms way and sat with him on the sidewalk until police showed up.

When Natasha pulls up, he somehow recognizes her from the previous two times he’s seen her and immediately runs into her arms.

She scoops him up in a hug and walks him across the street to his house, where she finds both his parents passed out on the couch clearly intoxicated.

While she is happy to see sweet Max again, it’s safe to say Nat’s angry.

She’s absolutely enraged.

She arrests both parents on the spot for child neglect with a suspicion of child abuse (three strikes, am I right?)

Natasha hates to part with the little guy, but he is taken into child services until his parents situation is figured out.

A few months later, Max’s parents where also charged with several drug charges along with the child abuse and neglect charges.

They were found guilty on all and will be in prison for a very, very long time,

and Max was being put up for adoption.

The day she heard that, Natasha went home and after the kids were asleep, she all but begged Wanda to consider.

“He’s the sweetest kid.”

“His parents were screaming at each other in the other room and he was just happy to play with me.”

“He recognized me.”

“He spent all day alone in the sun, but he smiled and ran straight to me.”

“You’d love him, detka.”

It didn’t take much convincing to have her wife agreeing to consider,

and after only one visit with Max, Wanda’s decided he is theirs.

The two mothers spent a few hours playing with the boy inside the child services center.

He ended up falling asleep in Wanda’s arms. She hated the thought of him waking up without them there.

She hated the thought of leaving this building without him even more,

but the visit was over.

Nat and Wanda both kissed his head and whispered to the sleeping boy, assuring they will see him again soon, and one day they’ll be together for good.

Many visits and several weeks later, they finally take him home.

Max’s four older siblings loved him on sight. They all wanted to play with him and fought over who got to sit next to him at the dinner table.

He fits in like he was always meant to be there, because he was.

He is a total snuggle bug which his moms savor before he gets older and reaches out for them less.

However as he grows up and gets more independent, he keeps his sweet nature.

If he sees someone is sad or not feeling well, he always does something to make them smile and feel a little better.

When his little brothers were born, he was moved into the room with his older brothers.

He’s happy because that makes him one of the big kids now!

Like Alex, he likes to swim.

He is definitely the most supportive kid on the team. At swim meets he is constantly running around trying to cheer on all of his friends during their different races.

Now I know no one can know the future, but he’s gonna be a nurse when he grows up.

Trust me on this one.

He knows about his birth parents.

Where they are, why they’re there(as much as a child needs to know and as much as his moms think is appropriate), but he has no memory of them or his adoption.

If he’s asked, he’d probably tell you he’s always been a Maximoff-Romanoff.

Really he was, even before they met him, he belonged with them.

Thomas Ivan Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Tommy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

older twin brother of Billy,

but he’s born only 2 minutes before his brother, so “older twin” doesn’t really mean much here.

If these two had been Natasha and Wanda’s first set of twins, there’s a high possibility they would have been their last kids.

It’s not like they are terrible trouble makers, they are just so rambunctious.

So much energy compacted into so small bodies.

They are the typical set of brothers.

They like to play rough and can be very rowdy. They run around outside and get dirty and catch bugs. Then sometimes, they are so focused on a video game, there is no getting through to them.

The moment Tommy learned to walk, he ran all. the. time.

and he runs fast.

Almost faster than PJ, but unlike his brother, he doesn’t want to really play sports, like soccer or football where speed would be a favorable tool.

No, he doesn’t like the objectives and the rules and trying to get a ball in a net or across a line.

He just likes to run really fast in one direction.

Luckily this year he’s old enough to start running track, which is the perfect extra curricular for him.

Currently he’s in grade school, and he hates when his teachers seem to pay more attention to him than some of the other kids.

“It’s because I’m not as smart as Billy. That’s why they hate me!”

but that’s not true, his moms reassure him.

“You are twins, not clones. You have different strengths, and that is perfectly fine. They just want to help you utilize yours.”

William Olek Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Billy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

younger twin brother of Tommy

It was Natasha who first brought up the idea of having another baby.

The twins were 10, Y/n and Alex were 8, Max was 5,

and suddenly baby fever set in.

“just one more, detka please”

…well “just one more” turned out to be 2 more.

At the first ultrasound, Nat almost passed out much to Wanda’s amusement.

“You knew twins run in my family.”

Just like that their family of 7 became a family of 9.

The older kids, especially Lena, love to help out. “Baby duty” was the only favorable chore.

Very early, they could tell that Billy was smart.

exceptionally smart

As he went through school, this became very apparent.

his scores? highest in the class.

He does extra credit he didn’t need.

Oh, the science fair? He won that.

every year.

He even sometimes sneaks Tommy the answers to their homework when moms aren’t looking. Of course, they notice it every time.

He is one of the strongest players on the chess team.

Nat loves to sit and play chess with him.

When she was first teaching him, she would let him win every now and again. Now, sometimes she has to actually work to keep up with him.

Out of all Wanda’s children, Billy is the one who will never decline to watching sitcoms with her.

When he’s not running around with Tommy, he’s probably hiding somewhere with his nose in a book.

Anastasia Melina Maximoff-Romanoff

3 years old

sometimes referred to as Ana

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when she is only three months old.

Like before, they weren’t looking to have another child.

They were actually against it almost.

7 kids=101 kids, at least that’s what it feels like.

“No more” they agreed.

Then Bruce, a friend of theirs who works as a doctor in the local hospital, asks Wanda to cater an event at the hospital, which her restaurant doesn’t normally do, but for a friend of course she makes an exception.

When she arrives to set up for the event, she goes to find Bruce and he is clearly upset about something.

After some prompting, he begins tell Wanda about the newborn baby girl that was dropped on the steps of the hospital.

She had a cleft lip and a severe lung infection (which she shouldn’t have survived) that will probably leave her with lasting breathing difficulties.

They’ve been treating her for almost 2 months. Her condition is improving, but her lungs are too weak for her to be released.

Worse than that, she is up for adoption, and the process is not going well.

The caseworker assured the hospital that a newborn would be adopted almost immediately, but a month goes by and no one comes.

Not even a case worker has come to visit this tiny girl fighting for her life.

Bruce is so frustrated because he just got off the phone with the caseworker who told him that essentially she’s on the “unwanted list”.

Because of her health issues, she is a less desirable child for adopting parents.

They tell him, these kids usually stay in the system until they age out.

Wanda’s heart drops at the idea of an innocent child never having parents because of a condition that she has no control over.

Bruce shows her a picture of a beautiful baby girl with an oxygen mask and tubes seemingly all over her body. She wears a beanie that is stitched with the name Jane

“How did you know her name?”

Bruce looks down sheepishly, “we don’t… one of the nurses makes them for the Jane Doe’s”

That makes Wanda angry.

She doesn’t even have a name.

After the event, Wanda goes home and breaks down as she lays in bed. Nat holds her, and Wanda sobs as she tells the story.

At the end, they share a look. No words are spoken but a conversation is definitely held.

The mothers decide to think it over for a while.

Less than a week later, they call their case manager.

The process is fast, way faster than Max’s adoption.

It’s like the agency is scared to lose prospective parents for an “unwanted child.”

Nat and Wanda hate that term.

They want their daughter off that list.

She is wanted fiercely.

Two weeks later, they sign the papers.

Anastasia Melina is officially theirs.

She spends another month in the hospital. While the kids are at school, Wanda spends all day with their baby sister. Nat always stops to see Anastasia before she goes home after work. Being friends with their daughter’s doctor helps them sneak around visiting hours.

After the adoption, Anastasia’s condition improves quickly.

Like she knows she has a home and family now, and she can’t be with them until she’s better.

Finally she is strong enough to leave the hospital.

They take her home, and begin life as a family of 10.

Once home Anastasia thrives.

After a surgery for her lip and breathing treatments multiple times a day to strengthen her lungs, she looks nothing like the frail baby in the picture Bruce showed Wanda.

She grows up as the family’s little Princess. Only 3 years old, she is not letting asthma keep her down.

Her big sisters cherish her, finally not just the two of them with all those brothers.

As for all those brothers… let’s just say she has 5 built in personal body guards, and she loves them all.

She absolutely adores her big sisters.

She wants to dance ballet like Lena.

One day, she put on her tutu and little ballet slippers she got for her birthday and ran to Lena.

“I do bawet(ballet) pwease?”

Happily her big sister complies.

She teaches her positions and light warm ups that she’s seen the coaches teach the little little dancers.

Unknown to them Nat watches silently from the doorway, heart full to the brim.

Sometimes if she can hear music coming from Y/n’s door, she will sneakily open the door and dance in the living room to the music.

One day someone closes the door while she’s dancing. So she scoots down the stairs to Y/n’s room.

“Can I dance to your bawet music?”

She squeals when her sister says yes. Anastasia twists around the room while Y/n continues practicing.

Y/n was actually about to quit for the day when Ana came down, but instead she played until the toddler was worn out.

“Can you pway Ewsa?”

Not wanting to tell her no, Y/n plays Let It Go by ear giving it her best try. It’s not perfect, but apparently more than enough for her little sister.

The toddler quickly drags her upstairs to show Mommy. As Anastasia and Wanda listen to her play, she is heard playing throughout the house.

Lena looks up from the couch and asks if she can play a Taylor Swift song. Again Y/n plays by ear and memory.

This rapidly evolved into a kind of game where the family sat and just kept suggesting songs for Y/n to play at random. For the most part she kept up.

After that, the activity would pop up in family game nights every now and again. always requested for by Anastasia.

and let’s be real, no one can say no to her.

She loves all things pink, and lives up to her nickname of Princess. She loves dress up and make believe.

She is a gem the family didn’t know they were missing.

She is a total Mama and Mommy’s girl, which is perfectly fine for them.

They soak it up knowing for sure this is the very last time they will have a child this young again.

Part One: Just a Typical Morning

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POP QUIZ! NO CHEATING!!!

(for those who’ve read this far)

Who can name all 8 kids WITHOUT checking the list again?

Bonus points if they’re in order. Extra bonus points if you get middle names too.

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dany-is-my-queen · 1 year

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A Question of Loyalty VIII

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.

“Aegon Targaryen is the one true King!”

“Hail His Grace, Long May He Reign!”

“Second of his name, King of the Andals, the Roynar and the First Men”

Aegon stood proudly in front of the masses, the people cheering him with all their might.

The Dragon Pit roared, but never so loud as when Rhaenys emerged in Meleys. The Red Queen crushed everything and everyone in her path.

Your first instinct was to grab Haleana, for she was at your side. Criston moved to Alicent's side, she was quick to shove him away, grabbing Aegon's wrist.

Of course Rhaenys was not going to command her dragon to reduce you to ashes. However, they all stood up in fright, as Meleys glared at them aggressively.

Even if you weren't there, it's not in her nature to be a killer.

She could have prevented further conflict, that's true. She could have ended the Greens (except for Daeron) and their short reign. History would not even remember them, the maesters would not note what followed, no more than a grim, unhinged family.

Alicent and her son trembled with fear, as your eyes bore into your mother's. In her soul she was pleading for you to go to her. And you could have. You could have stepped up and hurled at the she-dragon. Your heart and mind were one in that moment, as your feet held firm, while Rhaenys waited a couple more seconds before Meleys bawled one last time in your direction, her bellow echoing throughout the place.

It was never in your plans to betray your own kin, to turn your back on them when all confusion arose. Would Laena and Laenor be disappointed in you? Would they understand? But the crucial question, would you have taken the same side if they were alive?

You missed your siblings dearly. You still mourned them, and the pain welled up inside you with every memory.

You didn't even know if your father was better off, you prayed to the Gods to let him prevail against all odds, what you knew for sure was that you could not take any of this back, your mind was made up but your heart was still shattering at the revelation of your choice.

“Where’s Y/N? Why isn’t she with you?” The once Realm’s Delight stammered. Rhaenys had just arrived at Dragonstone in a haste, in the room she met her and her consort. She was out of words, and the Princess understood all too well.

“Why didn’t you burn them all there and then, you had the chance!” Daemon was in a overwrought state.

“My daughter was amongst them. Even if she weren’t, it was not my place to spill blood first.” She replied, irked.

“She’s a traitor, she’s loyal to the usurpers now.” He persisted.

“They made me a prisoner, Y/N helped me escape so that I could warn you.” Rhaenys added, Rhaenyra suddenly felt disoriented, weak. A excruciating pain kicked her in the lower part of her stomach. The babe was coming…

“Alicent demanded you both declare for Aegon.”

“Y/N decided to do so before she beseeched her support.” Rhaenyra brushed the insides of her dress to find blood dripping.

While the Princess fought tooth and nail to bring her kid into the world, Daemon was busy plotting to steal the Throne back for her. With the revelation of your decision, he rejoiced in the one he made years ago in Driftmark.

Daemon feared that Laenor would come back and ruin everything... their marriage would be illegitimate, their children would be bastards.

Once he had made both Laenor and Rhaenyra believe that they would fake his death, he had someone kill him once they got on board, killing Ser Qarl as well to leave no trace.

The calm before the storm, you could literally feel it in the air... the fog of uncertainty materialised all over the castle. Aegon at least was taking things more seriously and behaving himself. Haleana watched the twins, ‘the beast beneath the boards’ was the last odd phrase you heard her utter, perhaps she feared to continue her ramblings, feared the words would come true over and over.

A week has passed and Alicent has finally decided to reach out to you. You were puzzled as to why she’s been drifting away, what you didn't know was that she was embarrassed. She knew you did not hesitate to stay or leave, but in her bones she could tell that the battle within you was rooted in her guilt, because she supported Aegon's coronation. The muffled words Viserys murmured to her were nothing more than his dying babbles, she couldn't even make sense of them. The last interaction between her and the princess fell apart abruptly on both parties.

Just after the children left the dining room, Rhanerya turned to Alicent, her eyes sharp. "You should have raised your children better, instead of obsessing over Y/N. What can one expect from the princes, when their mother is all the same." She spat. Alicent was outraged at the silver head's slurs.

Rhanerya’s boys were bastards, aye, but no one could deny they were a thousandfold more well mannered and decent.

“You no longer have her wrapped around your finger, Rhanerya. You are as sour about her as you have been since you perjured under your mother's grave.” She said. Rhanerya left the room, fire rising from the dragon inside her.

Otto found you by the gardens, he was totally spoiling the view, you sighed in annoyance when he sat down next to you.

“If you're here to go over me and Alicent again, you're wasting your time and breath."

“No, I’m here for other reasons, lady Y/N.” You wanted to leave, honestly a chat with him had cero appealing to you. “My daughter will instruct you to go to Dragonstone.”

You frowned, baffled. “Will she now?”

“I really hope that you don't hatch some idiotic plan to betray our new and true King. That would be unwise.” He asserted.

“Why are you telling me this beforehand, my lord?” You wondered, he peered through the sides before answering.

“You wouldn’t want to taint your mother’s reputation, would you? Nor your father’s. I’m sure.”

“What do you mean?” Indignation filling your countenance.

“You have a high place at court, my lady. You’re well respected by all, loved even. But what if everyone were to find out about your real roots?” You wished right there and then to fetch Silverwing and feast her with his arrogant self.

“Your threats still don’t frighten me.” Where the hell did he get this information? Spies, most likely, a convenient moment.

“If you and Alicent engage in those.. disgusting activities, don’t stop by my account. I solely ask you to remain loyal to Aegon.Every right of legitimacy belongs to him, from that day when your lady mother decided to make a fuss at the Dragon's Pit, until the Stranger claims him. His offspring will continue the line of succession and so on. Do you understand? If you even consider scheming against him, the realm will learn of your origins, the way Princess Rhaenys disgraced herself with a foreign commoner. You will be remembered as a bastard of a nameless sailor. As well as a traitor.”

Your mother's honour was at stake, Corly's too. Your family has already endured this kind of scandal with Laenor. You did not think of yourself in this case, but wished at all costs to avoid further shame falling upon your House because of you. "Besides, how do you think Alicent would take the news? Given that she detests bastards, would she take you down from the pedestal she has you on?" He finished by saying. You hadn't thought of telling her your secret, not yet, what good would it do? You were worried about her reaction. Otto didn't exactly daunt you, but he managed to add fuel to your concerns, the Kingdoms couldn't learn the truth.

The evening came on slow steps, and you were impatient to meet up with Alicent, you convened with her in the Main Hall, only her and you. You didn’t mean to hinder things for her, nor she for you, given the circumstances.

“You could’ve gone with your mother." She spoke, anxiety growing in her spine, she hid it. She hated being so insecure... she wanted to shed it, for now it was at its peak.

“I’d never abandon you again.” Her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. There were secrets between you… secrets that might tear you asunder, might fracture your relation, might tug into each other’s heartstrings.

None of you had the courage to speak them out loud, not yet. Guess you both deemed it unnecessary given the turmoil.

“I need you to do something for us, for the entire Realm really.” She sighed with dithering, afraid this was all a big mistake. “Remit a message to Rhaenyra.” You feigned disbelief, but your soul ached at Alicent’s smarting expression. “We aim for peace. Aegon won’t heed the council’s urges to assassinate her nor her family, if she cooperates.”

“What are the terms then?” Her eyes refused to meet yours. “Alicent?”

“Aegon is the one true King of Westeros, she will not defy him. Her claim to Dragonstone will be secured, as well as that of his son Lucerys concerning Driftmark. Her kids by prince Daemon will be given places in court as squire and cupbearer. Pardons to all lords & knights that have plotted against us. She will yield any claim to the Iron Throne.” Alicent concluded.

“Why send me?”

“You’ll be far more convincing than my father or any other.”

“I’ll go.” You reaffirmed. Was this a smart idea? Alicent was risking a great deal sending you as the envoy. Who was to say that you wouldn't change your mind and betray them? You could have done that already... and you chose her family over yours, she had to trust you to do the same thing again. "Is it okay if I take Silverwing?"

“Yes, yes of course. Faster route.”

You stood up, but her hand lingered in yours, her warmth flooding your senses, dulling down your guard. She felt vulnerable.

“I love you.” You declared, sweetness in your voice, ethereal to her ears, she melted under your words, your deep stare.

You leaned in slowly until your lips grazed upon hers, she rubbed them in depth as your fingers traced the back of her neck, she tangled them gently in your hair. The contact quickly became a long-waited kiss. One none of you were eager to break off.

The manner she reciprocated was a way of screaming for you to return... return to her. Return to her arms. She wished she could hide you under her cloak and never let you go, yet she knew you were the best chance, and it was too much at stake to be that selfish.

Soon enough you took to the skies in your silver dragon, it was a short flight from the Capital, and all the way there you kept rehearsing your speech. Part of you didn't want to see your parents, since you had heard that Corlys had recovered (which gave you great relief) you knew he was going to be very disappointed in you. So would your nieces and nephews... you knew how your mother felt. But what you feared most was the princess's reaction, you were about to turn around and go back to King's Landing, to save some face, but you couldn't do that. You had a task to complete, no matter what the dire consequences.

You got to the damp island, unannounced. However, you flew low and circled to warn the garrison of your arrival.

You parked on the large bridge at the entrance to the castle, waiting for her to "welcome" you. You didn't know what to expect, if you were honest. You stepped down from the Silverwing as soon as you saw her knights and Daemon. Internally you rolled your eyes at his presence. Rhanerya was nowhere to be seen.

All of the sudden, you heard an approaching strenuous rumble that you knew all too well.

Syrax positioned behind the princess’s party, and she descended with authority from her, her father’s crown situated firmly upon her silver hair. Ser Erryk must have brought it with him.

You approached her, not in an accelerated speed, your heart menacing, you didn’t want to give away your jitters, and took a deep breath to regain your position.

Her eyes burnt with an intense fire, one that you haven’t seen in a while, it didn’t scare you, it weighed on you.

You remember seeing it before, in another context though.

The sun was barely visible, a chill in the air invaded the atmosphere, but that didn’t halt you from waking up early on the morrow to bear aloft on your newly dragon. You’ve been staying in King’s Landing since you claimed Silverwing, perhaps it was a bit of an ego boost of sorts, jou wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

You’ve made the Realm’s Delight acquaintance before, she was.. carefree, easy going, reckless. Until that day you really bonded.

The Dragon Pit hosted some of the most beautiful dragons, and a young, slippery green-eyed dragon appeared, alongside was her rider.

You startled her, she kindled a chuckled from you, which she mimicked.

“Good morning, my princess.” You greeted.

“Morning, my lady.” She made a clumsy reverence, it should’ve been the other way around but she didn’t mind at all. “Why are you here, cousin?” Her eyes widen at the realization of who Silverwing rider was.

“That was our.. great grandmother’s mount! Oh Gods, you claimed her?” She excitingly said, gaining a giggle from you.

“Aye, that I did.” Rhaenrya’s face was priceless.

“And now she belongs to you! You must have been very brave, my lady.” She continued, her eyes swinging from you to her, it was endearing.

“You flatter me, princess.” You blushed hard at her praise.

“You do know my name.” She jested. You nodded and forgo the titles.

“Yours appear to be growing rather fast. In no time she’ll be as large as Silverwing.” You cheered.

“I hope so! I named her Syrax after an ancient Valyrian goddess.” She happily explained. You smiled at her. “She seems to like you already.”

“Who can presume to know the heart of a dragon?” You quipped, she shrugged innocently.

“I will someday.”

Oh the enchanting days of youth.

“Princess.” You hesitated to address her, uncertain of her response.

“I’m Queen now.”

“Dowager Queen Alicent charged me to transport your half brother’s terms.”

“Which are?”

“Abandon all claim to the crown. Your inheritance will pass to Jace, Driftmark to Luke, and your sons by the prince will have places at court. Any plotting will be pardon, no bloodshed need be spilled.” She scoffed. You noticed her belly back on her normal size. “Issa trūmāje sympathies syt aōha kepa, se aōha riñnykeā.” (My deepest sympathies for your father, and your child). Icily gaze she held, pain in her. But also hope, relief.

Daemon sneered loudly, displeased. “You almost murdered our daughter. You and the filth you sided with.” He rasped. Your heart swelled at the thought of a little girl swaying in Rhaenyra’s arms. Her babe survived the birth.

“I wanted so hard to believe that she forced you into her treachery. But you... you willingly stayed with them.” Rhaenyra let on. Her eyes glued to you for dear life.

“Let’s take her as a hostage, the mother’s usurper will be tempted to get her back, and then we can discuss their surrender.” Daemon proposed, drawing out his sword, so you unleashed Nightrider too.

“No.” Rhaenrya sharply intervened. She stepped closer to you. Away from preying ears. “Ao issi dāez naejot jikagon” (you’re free to go). She said with a fierce tone, emotionless. “Lo vīlībāzma ensues, ziry won’t sagon rhēdan ondoso issa ondos.” (If war ensues, it won’t be commenced by my hand.)

“So you’ll just wait for him to come after you? What will you do then? Or you’ll.. agree to the their terms?” You questioned.

“My half-brothers and sister.” She announced. “They have been led astray by the counsel of evil men. Let them come to Dragonstone, bend the knee and I will gladly spare their lives and welcome them back into my heart, for they are blood of my blood. Deliver this message from your rightful Queen.”

“I do not wish to see you harmed, Rhaenyra. Nor my family.”

“And yet you’ve forsook them. Your family is right here in this castle, Y/N. It’s not too late.” She waited impatiently for you to reconsider, you did not. The bracelet Daeron gave you dangled from your wrist, she barked off with a tear streaming down her cheek. She rubbed it harshly. She's lost count of the times you've been to blame for her cries. "King's Landing will have my answer soon." She turned away from you, walking towards the entrance of her home. She could have tried to steal a kiss from your cold lips, she could have set them on fire, she could have invaded your being with her magnetic touch, to make you vulnerable... to stay. She couldn't care less about the onlookers, the things they would whisper afterwards. She was a Queen now, she wouldn't worry about that. Daemon had always known of her feelings for you, anyway.

But she refrained cause she knew that wasn’t what you desired. You no longer yearned for her.

Over her shoulder she peeped at you one last time, her voice a whisper.

“Y/N would’ve adored you.”

You had spurned her before, why should this be any different? She thought.

Once she was out of view, Syrax fixed her deep green eyes to those of Silverwing, the younger dragon howled again, the way she had done when you first rejected her proposal.

She did name her first and only daughter like you.. as she promised.

Surely, Dragonstone was not a place where happy endings occurred, but where miracles happened.

Once back within the castle walls, Daemon paced furiously back and forth across the round table. Rhaenrya wanted nothing more than to retire to her chambers and care for her newborn.

“You should have taken her head! She chose them, she chose that murderous cunt instead of you!” He stirred. “Are you even considering the Hightowers’ terms?”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys would have turned against us if we took their last surviving child from them.” She countered with irritation.

“Is it really that or do you still harbor those devious feelings for that bitch? You do, don’t you?” He taunted, which caused Rhaenyra to hit the table angrily. Didn’t mind her hand going sore. He finally managed to exhaust her patience, got on her nerves.

“Don’t call her that.” She hissed.

“You named my daughter after her without my bloody consent. What the hell, Rhaenrya? I fucking knew it, your whore will be the end of you.” Rhaenyra stormed out in range, tired of listening to Daemons insults, enough she had on her plate.

Rhaenys gently held the frail little baby, the maester said it was a miracle she lived, she was thin, but a healthy child. A sweet Valyrian lullaby entered little Y/N's ears. Rhaenyra knew the tune well, the one you had used with her older boys.

It was her turn to let her mind wander off to a different, perfect scenario.

“Se vys iksos brighter than se vēzos sir bona ao issi kesīr” (The world is brighter than the sun now that you are here) “Though aōha prūmia iksos tolmiot tolī hāeda naejot realize se unimaginable ōños ao ōregon iemnȳ” (Though your heart is far too young to realize, of the unimaginable light you hold inside) You would smile fondly at Y/N, her tiny hands folded together.

“She is as lovely as her mother.” You’d utter in pure bliss.

“Oh, my darling girl.”

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imaginexwwe · 11 months

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SPRING BREAK 5 - Roman Reigns

TIME SKIP (MINOR)

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REAL NAMES WILL BE USED

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A GUILTY Y|N IS ON A MISSION TO TRACK DOWN HER BABY DADDY AND APOLOGIZE (🤣)

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PART 4 (×)

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"This is so cool." Tori squealed, as we pulled closer to the stadium where Extreme Rules 2016 was being held. "Like so cool."

I giggled at my best friend's excitement, playfully rolling my eyes as I glanced back at her from the passenger seat. "Calm down."

"Calm down?" Tori repeated, her words in the form of a question instead. "This is our first time seeing wrestling in person and it's at a major pay per view. So no." She added, poking her tongue out at me. "I will not calm down. You should be getting more excited if anything."

My giggling slowly eased as I sighed.

I wish I could be excited.

This is my first, well me and Tori's first pay per view like she said.

And the both of us have been getting more and more into wrestling lately after taking the time to actually admire the craft of wrestling entertainment and all.

But I'm scared.

I'm scared to see Joe after how I basically snapped on him for no reason after breaking up with Austin for good.

And it definitely doesn't help that I hadn't talked to Joe.

I mean, it's not like I called him or anything.

I've actually been too scared to call him, but still.

I'm carrying his baby.

You'd think he would call me or at least text.

Something.

"I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." Tori said bringing me out of my thoughts.

It was almost as if she knew what I was thinking.

"I hope so." I mumbled, as Colby brought his rental car to a stop.

I just...

I really, really like Joe and now that I don't have my ex breathing down my throat, clouding my judgment, I could see us being serious.

Like a real couple.

But of course it's not just up to me.

Joseph still has to forgive me.

As soon as my brother parked and took the key out of the ignition, the three of us were out of the car.

And within minutes we were walking through the arena, surrounded by wrestlers and backstage workers.

A few wrestlers I had quickly become familiar with over the couple months I'd been watching wrestling and a few that I either weren't familiar with or just wasn't a fan of.

"Oh my god." Tori half yelled, half whispered, pulling on my arm, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. "That's The Usos." She gasped out trying to low-key point to Joe's twin cousins without being caught. "I've never been one to go for brothers but those two -"

"Are happily married." Colby said, laughing as he cut my best friend off, earning a scoff from her in return.

"I was joking, idiot." Tori verbally spat at my brother as he again, led up through the crowded hallways eventually coming to a stop when we reached a area with a lot of tvs, more wrestlers and a few backstage workers.

All of whom seemed to be tuned into the current match that was taking place.

Wait.

That's Joe, I mentally confirmed with a smile forming on my face as I watched the father of my unborn baby kick ass inside the ring.

This is so cool, I thought, silently echoing Tori's earlier words.

Ugh.

He looks so good out there in his element.

His hair wet, and falling around his face.

His muscles flexing as he preformed move after move.

That sexy, yet extremely cocky smirk on his face because he knows he's the best and no one else is on his level.

And don't even get me going on his body.

"God, I love that man..." I mumbled to myself.

My eyes getting wide after I realized what I had said.

Did I actually mean that?

Do I love Joseph?

Or was I just getting lost in the moment as I stared at him through the screen infront of me?

"I'll be right back." I heard Colby say, looking from me to Tori as he snapped me back to reality. "Stay right here." He added, before quickly disappearing through the crowd of people moving in both directions.

Shit.

Did he hear that?

I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

It was a habit of mines when I'm nervous.

"I heard that." I heard my best friend whisper in my ear with a giggle as she nudged me with her elbow.

Of course.

If anybody were to catch me slipping it would be Tori.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shot back, continuing to focus on the screen, rather than the stupid smirk I know Tori was displaying on her face right now.

"Bullshit." Tori giggled even more.

Before I could think of something to say back, the sound of applause was heard through backstage and Tori and I both found ourselves joining in.

Joe had won the match against his opponent and was proudly holding up his titles in both hands, as he stood over his latest victim.

That smirk of his...

No, Y|N, I thought, mentally slapping myself.

You can't spiral again.

"Hold up." Tori spoke up again, probably taking note of my silence. "Why are they booing?"

"Apparently it's what the crowd does for the character he's playing." I answered with a shrug. "Some heel thing, I think." I again spoke up, explaining to her what my brother had told me a few weeks ago when I was curious about the boos that were noticeable louder than the applause.

"Oh, okay."

I nodded, unconsciously placing my hand on my belly to rub circles into it. "I guess Joe will be coming back here in a few." I said, looking over at Tori.

"Yeah." She replied, nodding before looking around. "I wonder where your brother went though."

Yeah...

Where did my brother go?

"He did say he'll be right ba-"

Before I could finish what I was saying, an all to familiar theme, that I had gotten to hear plenty of, over the last month or so, rang throughout the arena.

Gasps being heard from people close by and those that occupied the crowd.

Colby.

My brother, Colby was sprinting towards the ring as Joe stopped his celebration taunting to the audience, to glance over at the entrance, a surprised expression now replacing his previous cocky one as he watched Colby come closer and closer to the ring.

Wait.

When did he have time to change into his wrestling gear?

"Holy shit." Me and Tori said, simultaneously as we continued watching, both our eyes glued to the screen.

Colby finally reached the ring, taking no time to slide inside of it, soon standing eye to eye with Joseph.

The two men exchanged a few words to each other, neither man backing down from the other.

Then in the blink of an eye, my brother had taken control of the moment, grabbing Joe and preforming a pedigree on him.

Why didn't Colby tell us he was going to be back in action tonight?

Or at least me?

I'm his sister for goodness sake.

As the drama continued to unfold out in the ring, Joe's cousins Jimmy, Jey, and Solo Sikoa could be seen coming to the aid of their Tribal Chief as Joe's wise man Paul Heyman stood outside of the ring, a look of disbelief on his face.

And only for what seemed to be two or three seconds, my brother held up both of Joe's titles, dropped them, then disappeared through the crowd, just before the Usos entered the ring tending to Joe.

Barely escaping far into the crowd before Solo could catch him.

This was not how I imagined my first pay per view but I must say, I was not disappointed.

•

Colby was the first to come through the curtain that led back into the backstage area and me and Tori wasted no time fighting for the chance to be the first to congratulate him.

Well more like excitedly question him.

"Why didn't you say your knee was healed enough for you to get back in the ring, Colby?" I asked, throwing my arms around my brother in a hug.

"If I told, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Well that was a pretty awesome surprise, Colby." Tori said, joining in on the hug.

After a few more seconds, hugging my brother I pulled back, glancing up at him. "So, what..." I stuttered out. "What did you say to Joe out there in the ring. I mean, I couldn't really hear but it looked like it was a heated exchange."

"We were just in character." Colby said nonchalantly, with a shrug. "We weren't being Colby and Joe in the ring we were being Seth and Roman. Don't worry. I told you I was cool with you and him."

I nodded, biting down on my lip.

But you also said you were gonna kick his ass in the ring. I thought remembering my brother's words from a couple weeks ago.

Did he already have his plan in motion that night?

Or is all of this just a coincidence?

And again I'm just over thinking.

Fuck!

I just wish I knew what was sa-

Oh there's my man.

I mean my Joe.

Ugh, there's Joe.

"Hi, Joe." I called out to him, waving my hand like an idiot.

I probably looked like Forest Gump when he was waving down Jenny.

What is wrong with me?

"Hey." Joe replied, as he made his way over. "What are you doing here?" He asked awkwardly as his eyes locked on mines.

His beautiful brown eyes.

"Colby brought us out."

This is awkward.

Like this conversation spells awkward.

But why?

This isn't like us.

Me and Joe were practically strangers and we had a better conversation then, compared to this one.

Is he still mad at me?

"I uhm..." I again found myself stuttering on my words. "I've been texting and I even called a few times but you hav-"

Joe grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my brother, Tori and his cousins who weren't exactly in arms reach, but still close by.

I'm not sure they were close enough to hear but I guess Joe didn't want to take chances.

As me and Joe walked off, I noticed he was lost in conversation with his friend and fellow superstar Bayley.

There was no way he knew Joe had dragged me off.

But Tori had of course.

She stood off to Colby's side, giving me two thumbs up with a huge smile on her face.

But back to my brother...

Why was he seeming off today?

First he was quite the ride here.

Then the surprise attack on Joseph.

It's just, for someone who's supposedly okay with me and one of his best friends, he's hadn't been acting okay.

I don't know, maybe he was just trying to get back into his Seth Rollins mind set.

Cause if he wasn't, he would have brought us out with him.

No matter how much Tori and I had begged.

"Where are we going?" I asked Joe, realizing we'd been walking for what seemed like forever in a five month pregnant woman's mind. "Joe?"

Still, ignoring me, Joe finally came to a stop in an empty room.

A dark empty room.

Why are two of the men that means the most to me being so strange today?

"Sorry about that." Joe said, finally speaking up for the first time since he pulled me away from my best friend and brother. "And I'm sorry I was ignoring you. I was just still pissed from you snapping on me a couple weeks ago." He explained, making me feel guilty all over again.

Joe flicked on the lights and all of a sudden my eyes had to adjust to the brightness, as I slowly looked around, immediately realizing this was the room Joe is sometimes seen in backstage while he's either yelling at his cousins or watching his cousin's on going match.

Well one of them anyways, considering Smackdown isn't filmed at just one arena so there's no way it's just one room.

His private locker room.

Yeah, that's it.

"Can I?" I asked, pointing to one of the chairs, practically power walking to it the second Joe nodded.

"How are you?" Joe asked, sitting down in the empty chair next to mines. "How's the baby?"

"I'm good." I answered, looking down at my belly. "And the baby's good." I said, answering Joe's second question. "He or she actually kicked last night." I giggled, glancing over at Joe.

I felt my lips turn up into a smile as I remembered that amazing feeling of those little kicks.

It even had me questioning if I still wanted to go through with the adoption.

Or if I wanted to keep this baby.

I mean, as much as I hate to admit it because I was so sure of my plan...

I have been getting used to this pregnancy and the idea of having a mini Joe.

Or even a mini me.

"Could I feel?" Joe asked as I quickly nodded.

"Of course." I verbally answered him, watching as he stood from his chair and came over to squat in front of me. "But don't expect to feel anythi-" I stopped talking, as a gasp escaped my lips.

The little kicks were back.

Okay wow.

Scratch that.

That was a big kick.

"That's our baby." Joe gasped, smiling up at me as I smiled down at him. "We made that."

Again I nodded, feeling tears stinging at my eyes.

Yeah we did.

"Either it doesn't want daddy's hand on me or it is excited to finally feel your touch, cause that's the biggest kick I've felt so far." I joked, giggling again while also making Joe laugh.

"I'm gonna take it as it likes my touch." He replied, as he continued rubbing my belly.

I sighed dreamily as I continued to watch Joe. "I love your touch too." I sighed out, my eyes widening for the second time today as I realized I had embarrassed myself yet again.

What is it with me and this man?

At least I didn't make a mistake and admit my love for him again, in front of him this time.

Tori hearing me was enough.

And maybe Colby if he'd heard.

"Please ignore that." I mumbled, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "I didn't mean for you to hear that."

"I'm happy I did." Joe replied, standing up again and going back to the chair he was previously sitting in. "With how you been acting these few months, I was starting to think I was more into you than you were into me."

I shook my head.

How could he think that, when he looks like he does?

You'd think that man never has to worry about a girl being into him.

And don't even get me started on how great of a personality he has.

Basically Joseph's the whole package.

And more.

"I'm sorry." I finally apologized. "Especially for the way I snapped on you a couple weeks ago. It's just even though I wasn't really into my ex, I still, for some reason was hurt finding out he was still cheating on me and when you asked if I left him for you, it just set me off. And I know you didn't mean it like that, when you asked, I just couldn't help but take it that way." I rambled as Joe quietly listened. "Can we just blame it on the hormones?" I asked, with a playful pout.

"This time." Joe answered.

And for a few minutes everything just seemed right between us again.

Joe and I were laughing.

Catching up on what's been going on in our lives

It was like my last day in Miami again, before I had to say bye to the man I've quickly come to love.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask." I said, still looking over at Joe. "Why didn't you tell me that you had talked to my brother about us..?"

Joe raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a confused look.

Like, a really confused look.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe."

OMG he called me babe again.

I don't think he's called me babe since Miami or when I last saw him at my house.

It just feels so right hearing him call me th-

Wait.

Did he say he didn't talk to Colby about us?

"The last time you were in Iowa, Joe." I said, nervously. "Colby said you came to see him at Black and Brave and told him about us." I added, hoping to jog his memory.

"Y|N." Joe replied, letting go of my hand that he'd been holding for a while now, using his thumb to stroke small circles onto it, his facial expression showing signs of nervousness also. "I didn't know your brother knew about us, that's why I brought you in here so we could talk. And if he does, he definitely didn't find out from me. I haven't even talked to him since I've been back on the road."

My heart rate began increasing.

And my throat all of a sudden felt dry.

Very dry.

This would explain why Colby had been acting weird since the second Tori and I had asked if we could come to the show with him.

I'm betting he wasn't as okay with me and Joseph like he said he was to me that night.

He probably didn't really want me to come here because he was worried about me seeing Joe but knew it'll be more suspicious to say we could come with him.

Colby had lied.

But why?

And if Joseph didn't tell him...

Who did?

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CHAPTER 4: You Now Smell Fishy

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Wild: this chapter has been the most edited and rewritten one so far. i still might go back and change some parts but we’ll get to that later. i added the last part after Nya said this made him want some eel and octopus.

Nya: i’m craving sushi now 🗿

TW: blood, but only from Floyd being the menace he is

It turned out your uncle was very happy that you had taken in the wild and stray centaurs. He had applauded your kindness, giving permission to bring back as many as you desired. He would pay for all expenses of course, as he was so gracious. In return for his kindness, he made you responsible for all the pets you brought in. You didn’t plan on taking in anymore you were fine with what you had. However sir oh so gracious fancy pants had other plans.

About half a year after Malleus and Sebek came your uncle showed up out of the blue with three merfolk for you to care for. At the time you had been out buying groceries, so you had no idea what you were coming home to.

“Hello my beloved nepiece!” Crowley greeted you as you came into the living room. He had just finished setting up the tank and was introducing himself to your current pets. After a quick explanation he left, saying he had business to attend to. He left a letter explaining how to properly care for your merfolk.

When you walked down the stairs to see what your new pets looked like, you found that your basement was now over three acres large (according to the letter) and filled with ocean plant life. You stared bug eyed at the sight before you, how the hell did he get this done in less than an hour.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts you failed to notice a pair of curious eels swimming over to get a closer look at you. A fin-like hand hitting the glass jolted you out of your thoughts.

The two eelmer stared at you with big eyes filled with curiosity. From how closely they resembled each other you assumed they were related. They appeared to be about a foot long each but were still tiny. Your thumb was bigger than their head.

They followed you as you began circling the tank, curious about what you would do. At some point one of them got bored and swam away. The one that stayed kept his eyes on you, continuing to follow you on your little walk. The way his eyes studied you gave you chills. It was like he was observing you for your weak points. Creepy.

Another knock on the tank caught your attention. The little mer beckoned you forward, an innocent smile on his face. You inch closer, unsure of what he would do. He points up, and you turn your face upwards just in time to see the other mer jumping out of the tank. His body collides with your face with a wet splat. You stumble backwards and fall on your butt with a yelp. Pulling him off, you hold him by his waist. He’s laughing at you, and in the background you can see his brother also laughing.

Great, a pair of troublemakers. Just what you needed.

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“I was told there were three of you, where’s the third?” Jade and Floyd were their names. The twins were currently flopped over your thighs while your legs were lazily kicking in the water.

“Tako-chan? He’s shy, been hiding ever since his pot was set down.” Floyd answered, curiously fumbling with the zipper of your jacket. “He’s weary of humans,” Jade spoke up, “can’t blame him though. They were the ones who snatched us from our home.” you frown, was this how all merfolk were acquired? That’s messed up bro.

“If you wanna meet Tako-chan you’ll have to go for a swim~” Floyd chirped, tugging at your shirt, “The water’s enchanted so you can breathe without having to drink a potion. Your uncle mentioned you’d have to have someone else renew the magic though, why can’t you do it yourself Shrimpy? Are you that bad at magic?~” what a little shit.

“Where’s the pot?” you ask using a finger on his forehead to gently push him off. He let out a hiss of protest, trying to cling to you by digging his claws into your pants. Jade took notice of the slight change of your mood, and let out a trill. Floyd pouted at his brother, letting go after a bit of back and forth.

Taking off your jacket, you toss it to the ground. Sliding into the water you shiver. Holy shit was it cold. You probably should have expected this to be honest though. Regretting leaving you jacket behind, you follow the twins.

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The proclaimed octo pot was more of a cauldron rather than a pot. Squatting down, you peek inside. Two beady gray eyes stare back at you for a moment before a cloud of black ink comes shooting out at you. Thankfully you were far away enough to where it wouldn’t hit you. You make a mental note about the ink spitting, best you don’t wear any light or nice clothing when around him.

Floyd swims into the pot as soon as the cloud clears, chittering at his housemate as he tries to pull him out. Soon distressed squeaking can be heard from inside the pot, getting progressively louder. Jade has settled himself on the top of the pot, peering in with a grin.

A particular loud squeak was suddenly heard. Floyd was tossed out of the pot by a chunky tentacle. A nasty looking bite was on it and bleeding. You grab Floyd by his torso to stop him from going back in.

“Bad!” you lightly smack him on the head, “do not bite him!” Floyd lets out an angry hiss, biting your finger and thrashing in your grip. You grit your teeth, bringing him up to your face. “Do not cause any unnecessary trouble, I was already looking after six pets before the three of you arrived. If you can’t behave I will rehome you!” Floyd growls, sinking his teeth further into your flesh. Jade quickly swims up next to his twin, grabbing him by the shoulders to pull him off. He’s letting out distressed chittering the whole time, eyes blown wide with fear. Floyd eventually lets go with a growl, still glaring at you. He speeds off as soon as you release him.

Jade grabs your hand. His eyes are shiny as he pleads, “please don’t be mad! I’ll talk to him, he’s really good I swear! Please don’t separate us!” he clutches your finger, tail wrapping around your arm desperately.

You sigh, bringing your other hand up to stroke his back. He shivers at your touch, tensing but doesn’t pull away. Guilt fills you as he continues to plead for you to not get rid of his brother. That was a bad move on your part, they had been essentially kidnapped before coming here. The only familiar things they had were each other, separating them would give them a one way ticket to depression land.

“I spoke in the heat of the moment,” you try to reassure him, “I won’t separate you… I promise.” Jade’s grip on your finger tightens, though he relaxed the rest of his body. After a few minutes he releases you, going to find his twin so you could both apologize.

Now you turned your attention back to Azul. Taking a seat, you lean back on your hands. After some thinking, you sigh. Taking a deep breath, you speak.

“You’re scared, I get it. You were yanked from your home suddenly and then treated as if you were an object instead of a living being. I can relate to what you went through. My parents got rid of me as soon as they found out I didn’t have a drop of magic. I was put into foster care but only people who needed physical labor would take me. They assumed I would be stronger to make up for my lack of magic. When they found the opposite was true, I was sent back. I have never stayed for more than a month in one home, they always found an excuse to send me back. At first I tried to make myself stand out, but now I know it’s pointless. A magicless human shouldn’t exist, it’s against the laws of nature. It’s best to keep your head low and out of the spotlight.” you stare at the ceiling, for if you didn’t you feared tears would flow. This was the first time you’d ever spoken these thoughts out loud. It felt… nice. Like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

Azul listened to you, slowly inching out of his sanctuary and closer to you as you spoke. When you were done, he was a few inches from you. He paused when you saw him, tense and ready to withdraw if needed. His face was round and body chubby, he looked quite squishy. You wanted to poke him if you were being honest.

You stay still and wait for him to make a move first. He ponders for a minute before coming to a decision. He crawls towards you, slowly making his way into your lap. You sit completely still, not wanting to spook him.

Azul settles down in your lap, his tentacles wrapping around your legs. He took up your whole lap space, his limbs very chunky and long. Lord you wanted to squish him so much no do not that might scare resist the urge I say RESIST IT R E S I S T.

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Hoisting yourself out of the tank, you pause to take a sniff of your shirt and scrunch your nose, it stank of raw fish. Dropping down you head for the stairs, thinking about what you should make for lunch. Sushi immediately comes to mind.

… yeah that’s definitely not a good idea.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #twst centaur au #wild's writing #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #floyd leech #jade leech #twst jade #twst floyd #twst fluff #twst writing #twst octavinelle #octavinelle #octavinelle trio

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what would enemies to lovers be like with akaashi, kenma, ‘tsumu and suna? (separate)

a/n: ah, yes, you have discovered my favorite trope ;) tw: swearing, highly suggestive (it's impossible to write any of these without turning it into light nsfw), lowercase intentional, unnecessarily long for no reason length: 5.7k

enemies to lovers - haikyuu!! x reader

atsumu miya you hate him because he's the most annoying fucker you've ever been forced to meet. - why does it seem to be a rule that one twin always has to be the most annoying piece of shit you've ever met? and then there's osamu, the nice twin. why is there always an evil twin for every nice one? for every good thing there has to be something equally as bad - this was a simple rule in your life. you were lucky enough to be put in the same class as your good friend osamu, but unlucky enough to also be put in the same class as his twin, atsumu. it didn't take long for atsumu, in some twisted sense of jealousy over your attention for his twin rather than himself you presumed, to begin to make it his life mission to bother you as much as possible. unlike osamu, you weren't quite as gifted at letting insults roll off your back when a retort wasn't worth it. (i.e., during a lecture and atsumu is kicking the back of your chair and you don't have the patience to wait out his immature game so you swing around in your chair and tell him off just as the professor turns around). which may or may not have happened to you just a few hours ago, earning both you and the piss-blond-haired twin extra cleaning duties after classes were over. -

"ya still mad at me?" He Who Shall Not Be Named questioned. you sighed in exasperation, giving him a look that you hoped conveyed all of your rage and hatred. atsumu liked to be difficult, though, (which you should've guess honestly) and continued, "ya still haven't answered me" you sighed once more, ensuring you were as loud as possible to display your annoyance before answering, "i thought my expression gave it all away... to think i underestimated the depths of your stupidity," you added snidely. somewhere in the midst of your insult, he'd crept closer to you. in a poor case of judgment, you allowed your gaze to wander to his soft, brown eyes that peered at you - not with contempt, but with something else entirely. it took you by surprise. typically when you'd exchange quips (which you thankfully always had the upper hand in), he'd shout out in annoyance (because he couldn't think of something better to say, of course). yet, now, he was looking at you in a way that was completely foreign to you. you had yet to see this atsumu - the one who stared at you with a ghost of a smile on his mouth and a little glimmer in his eyes. as if snapping you out of your reverie, he suddenly said, "i like it when ya look at me like that." you swallowed. "look at you like what, miya?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours. "like ya don't hate me." stupidly, your eyes lingered on his lips once more. you scoffed, "whatever, miya. keep telling yourself that. let's finish cleaning up so i can finally go home." you turned so he couldn't see the light flush blooming on your cheeks. you missed his somewhat crestfallen expression. -

"kiss me, atsumu. kiss me and make me fall in love with you." dew dripped from your lips, your eyes heavy with lust as you looked at him. your fingers wandered up his torso, finding purchase on his broad shoulders. with a feather-like touch, you slid them up to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape. atsumu moaned below you - halfway through turning into a gasp as you leaned in, lightly brushing against his crotch in order to whisper, "i know how badly you've wanted this, 'tsumu." and fuck, he could hear the smirk in your voice. atsumu's eyes snapped open. the glaring red of his clock read "2:41 AM". atsumu groaned, slapping an arm over his eyes. another dream about you. he frowned at the tent in his pants. thank god atsumu's parents decided to separate his room with osamu's after they got into high school because of all of their fights or he'd never hear the end of it. he blushed imagining all the things he was probably saying in his sleep. you always had that obnoxious effect on him - catching him off guard. he's fairly certain nothing could've prepared him for the force that came with him falling for you. it wasn't as if he planned it - in fact - for many months he fought against the feelings he detected himself beginning to develop. you were like an itch that he couldn't get rid of. but you were slowly becoming less like an itch and more like a rash - spreading with a fiery intensity. he couldn't stop thinking about you.. which made it all worse because he knew just how much you couldn't stand him. don't get him wrong, you were annoying. so annoying. the way you've smile - a real genuine smile! - at his shitty brother, but the moment your eyes caught his own, your smile would fall. you were so irritating with your little giggle and your light touches on his twins arm when he'd made some snide remark about atsumu. you were so fucking obnoxious with the way you'd do something sweet unexpectedly and make him fall in love with you all over again. the way you'd fussed over him when he dislocated his shoulder after a heavy-handed serve.. or the way you'd sometimes even take his side of the argument between him and osamu (that was rare though). the annoying part of you was simply that you weren't annoying - there was nothing not to like about you, and yet you seemed to see right through all the false-positives of his personality, instead focusing on all the numerous flaws he had. believe him, atsumu knows he's not perfect, no matter how hard he'd strive to be so. but why did it hurt so much more when you tore him apart with your gaze and biting remarks? because it's you - his heart answered. -

osamu grinned at you, "told ya so." "you're so full of shit!" you gaped in denial, "it wasn't like that," you added softly. "'m tellin' ya, when i looked in ya classroom all i saw was this-," osamu proceeded to lean closer to you, sliding his hand near your own and doing his best mock-flirtation expression. you shoved him away, "whatever, 'samu!" you felt a heated presence on your back just as a voice coolly said, "havin' fun over here?" you nearly snapped your neck swiveling in order to look at none other than atsumu miya, arms crossed and gaze sharp. noticing his twin's apparent irritation, osamu smirked, "plenty. ya can leave now." atsumu's bicep flexed, presumably out of jealousy - was he really that desperate for his twins attention? you thought to yourself. you were shocked to feel a protective hand cover your shoulder. "i need 'ta borrow her for a second, actually." atsumu ground out through his teeth. osamu's grin only grew wider as he motioned his approval. atsumu's expression was unreadable as he urged you outside the classroom, into the unoccupied hallway. -

"is, uh, is there somethin' between ya and 'samu?" atsumu asked, mere seconds after you'd walked outside the classroom. you couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out of your mouth, noticing as his eyes squinted a bit more at this. "no, of course not! seriously, it's not like that 'tsumu- er- atsu-....miya." atsumu's eyes widened at the nickname. he took a step closer. "call me by that name from now on. i want ya to." you looked down, feeling embarrassed, but nodded. surprising yourself, you added, "i don't hate you...'tsumu." he was much closer now. "hey, uh, can i kiss ya?" you sighed against him, "please."

suna rintaro you hate him because no matter what, he always seems to have the best comebacks... yet never falters at your own. - suna is nearly impossible to shake. you have a tendency to automatically activate Sassy ModeTM whenever you're in the near vicinity of a guy - especially an attractive one. you recalled the moment you'd met him, during a mutual class he'd asked to borrow a pencil. without missing a beat, you couldn't help back your sour retort, "what kind of person forgets a pencil?" it was your innate defense mechanism that automatically made you come off as a huge bitch to any guy you met simply because you couldn't cope with the fact that you had no idea how to talk to men. yet, he'd only smirked, letting out a little chuckle, "what kind of person gets mad at a stranger?" "i'm not mad," you defended a tad too angrily. he stopped, still grinning, to gaze at you up and down. "you sure look like you're pissed." at this, you rolled your eyes and sighed, exasperated. "well maybe you just suck at reading people." this dude was really starting to annoy you. he sighed, "can i just have a pencil?" you sighed back and slam a pencil down on his desk before turning yourself back to facing the front of the classroom. from there, your run-ins with the dark-haired man seemed to triple. any chance he'd get, he'd find some way to irritate you into losing banter. he always had some obnoxious card of his sleeve. you missed the glances he'd steal at you when you weren't looking - a longing, desperate look. to suna, you were a little standoffish and a little bit defensive and rude, but he thought it was kind of cute how he could always catch you off guard. he'd pay good money to have a video of your sputtering after something witty or snarky he'd said in reply to your biting words. -

you sat at your desk. you were supposed to be doing your homework, but had long-since allowed your mind to wander. you knew it was childish, but you swore the next time you'd see him you'd trip him up with you words - something he took great delight in doing to you just about every occasion he was able. suddenly, an idea occurred to you - an idea that even suna hadn't thought up just yet. if it made you uncomfortable, it was bound to work. it was just crazy enough that it would definitely rattle him at least a little.. and for sure make him feel uncomfortable, maybe even disgusted. it was perfect. -

sure enough, the next day you ran into suna yet again. he was typically the one to force you into conversation and today was no different. he walked up to you oh-so-casually, a lazy grin adorning his face. "miss me yet, y/n?" you couldn't back your smug expression, "well... honestly, yes." you didn't give him to think as you grabbed his arm, purposefully squishing your boobs on either side of his arm, nuzzling your face lightly against him. you knew it was overkill, but if it even would possibly work, it was worth it. still, you avoided his gaze out of your own embarrassment. you only gazed up at him once you heard was sounded like choking sound then a soft, "what are you doing?" his expression shocked you - he was frowning, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his lips down turned. you continued on, draping your arms over his shoulders, mimicking his lazy smirk. "just making you suffer for a little bit," you replied with a wink. you bit back a smile as he went completely speechless. he seemed to be a fish out of water, his mouth closing and opening. he settled for another question, ".....why?" you slowed your answer, gleefully taking in his tortured expression. before answering, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them slowly. "because..." he gulped as you continued, leaning into his ear and whispering, "i win." you pulled back, expecting a look of disgust or hatred. instead, you were met with a face adorned with burning ears and cheeks, and an avoidant gaze. as if suddenly realizing you're distanced presence, he blinked out of his stupor. his voice was low as he said, "that's not playing fair," his eyes narrowing impossibly smaller. you leaned closer yet again, "how so? don't you always play dirty?" he sucked in a breath, "i can't decide if this is heaven or hell." suna wasn't usually one for cryptic, confusing messages, so his reply was quite abnormal. you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to respond. luckily, he continued, "you drive me so fucking crazy." as if forgetting to be hostile, you blinked, before replying with a curt, "likewise." he laughed at that, outright and just as obnoxiously as always. "you have no clue what i'm talking about." -

suna decided from then on to be as forward as possible, because fuck were you so beautiful. it was embarrassing the amount of times he'd wake up rock hard after dreaming of you. you made sure none of your conversations were easy.. but he really liked that about you. you were a challenge. and then you of course had to pull that great stunt. fuck, he was already in deep, and you had to go and pull him in further. "making him suffer"? he couldn't have said it better himself. it was impossibly hard to look at you knowing he couldn't have you. he'd sometimes catch himself staring at your lips and imagining the way they'd feel against his own. so many times he found himself having to hold back because you both knew you weren't into him at all. in fact, he was positive you despised him. that is, until the party. -

you were completely plastered - black-out drunk. he was worried about you, so he made a vow to watch over you for the rest of the night, making sure you were okay. you didn't make it easy on him. you hands were every where. on his arms, against his cheeks... it was unbearable. until you opened that venom-mouth of yours. "suna, sometimes i really like to just imagine what you'd look at me like if i wasn't just some joke to you.." you smirked stupidly, "rin-rin... you're so cute," you continued, squishing his cheeks together as his face grew hot. "rin-rin... i bet you kiss good.. and you'd probably treat your girlfriend right," you laughed, "unless it was me." he blanched. is this seriously what you thought of him? you bit your lit. "maybe sometime i'll surprise you again." you leaned in, alcohol on your breath, "maybe sometime i'll do something like this." you lightly brushed your soft lips over his own, eliciting a shocked gasp from him. he was trying to hold back.. you were drunk after all.. but fuck, if you wanted this? no. it's time for you to go home. he promptly slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to his car, thankfully sober. from there, he drove you to his home (he didn't even have your number). -

you awoke to a pounding headache and a sense of regret. and also, the smell of something yummy. you padded your way to the kitchen, at last realizing your surroundings were entirely unfamiliar. and there stood suna-fucking-rintaro at the stove, making what appeared to be souffle pancakes. at the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, seemingly aware of your hangover and softly greeted you, "good morning." you rubbed your eyes, replying with a stiff nod. as if it was the most casual thing ever, suna continued, "so, wanna go out with me?" your eyes widened and you were certain if you were holding anything you'd have dropped it, "what?" suna turned to you, taking in your figure liberally, "i remember what you said last night." your face turned ashen, "fuck... i'm sorry..?" he smirked, "no apologies." "i swear i was drunk as fuck." "being drunk doesn't change your morals." "this has nothing to do with morals, it has to do with judgment." "so you regularly feel up guys?" you frowned, "no. fuck. what did i do?" "too much," he sniffed, holding back a chuckle. you yet again didn't know how to reply. "are you asking me out as a joke? or...?" he plated the pancakes and turned around slowly, leaning against the cooling stove. "am i not allowed to genuinely like you? you already said i'm hot." "i did not!" you denied, feeling your cheeks redden. "tell that to your drunk-self last night." "well... so what if you're hot? your personality is ass!" he laughed out-right this time, "you wish." "where do you get all that obnoxious confidence from?" he pretended to think for a moment, "my hot bod...?" you threw the nearest object, which happened to be a crumpled up piece of paper, narrowly missing him, "shut up!" you laughed. he leaned closer, "go out with me, please? you'll have fun. promise i won't be as annoying, 'kay?" you mumbled, "you're not annoying" before you could stop yourself. "dinner at 7?" you nodded shyly. he grinned, "it's a date then. see you there... oh, and want some pancakes?" you laughed, "do i even have to reply?"

akaashi keiji you hate him because he's better at everything - better than you. it was so irritating. -

you were the top of your class every time exams rolled around - at least in middle school. not so once you began your high school career. you were proud of the work you put in. long hours spent studying seemed all to be worth it when you'd see your name as the number one spot on the exam results poster board. until you met him. akaashi keiji - top of your class - beating you sometimes by single percentage points. it became a bit of an obsession for yourself - you'd attend after school tutoring programs, you'd ask teachers for practice tests and spent your weight in workbooks. yet every. single. time. a test came.. you'd come in second. it grated on you... he was even in a sports club! how did he find the time to get such good grades, much less earn the spot at the top of the class?! what angered you more was the fact that whenever you saw akaashi, you never saw him studying. it was easy from there for you to assume he never did. nothing seemed to bother him beyond the overly energetic team captain of his volleyball club - and he was more like a little child akaashi cared for rather than a hindrance - it seemed. the worst part is that akaashi didn't seem to care at all. he did not match your competitive spirit. you recalled the numerous times you'd ask to see his grade following a test and he'd refuse to show you. it didn't take much for you to peek at his grade and see it was a perfect score, however. he never sneered at his better score or mocked you for trying so hard which some how pissed you off even more. because, if he wasn't mocking you, it was surely because he felt sorry for you. you loathed pity more than anything else. it was why you began to become so short with him, rolling your eyes when your eyes would meet in the hallway or scoffing at him whenever he'd catch your eye. another thing that pissed you off about akaashi was that he wasn't ugly. it would make you feel a lot better if he was some nerdy geek with zero social skills and zero friends to match but no - he was actually surprisingly popular. not in the way that he had some charismatic and showy personality, but let's just say that the girls in your class as well as the guys' eyes traveled toward the raven-haired boy more often than normal. the only thing the two of your had in common was your hatred for group projects. because of your high academic standing, the teachers seemed to see this as the perfect opportunity to put you in groups with the lowest achievers - who were often the bottom-of-the-barrel, laziest human beings you've ever met. it was easy to see in akaashi's expression whenever he was assigned with one of those individuals that he was less than thrilled. and for once, you felt a bit of empathy for him, being in the same situation yourself. -

your teacher stood at the front of the class, "alright, group projects - two partners only - and this time.." he paused for effect, "i'm letting you choose your group partner." the class erupted into quiet chattering as both your and akaashi's hands shot up. "yes, akaashi?" tell me you have favorites without telling me you have favorites, you thought. "can i please work alone?" you blinked in surprise, "sensei, me too. can i work alone? i promise i'll do all the work that two group people--" your teacher interrupted the both of you with a tut, "since both of you want to work alone, why don't the both of you work together instead?" the way your teacher's expression showed, he acted as if he was a genius rather than a brainless idiot. seriously? a group project with akaashi? at least he'd do his work.. but probably not without micromanaging the entire thing because he doesn't think you're smart enough. akaashi sighed, as if partnering up with you was the last thing he'd ever want to do, which was pretty rude considering the fact that you do have the second highest grades in your grade level. moving over to you, he motioned to his notebook, "i guess this is the best we're going to get, y/n-san. how would you like to divide up the work?" you grimaced at his strict formality of speaking, but answered nonetheless which parts you'd do - which, by habit, was almost the entire project. to your surprise, however, akaashi said, "that's too much, y/n. i'll do my share of the work, too." then, he scribbled out your name under a unit, instead writing his own and indicating he'd do the presentation itself. you were hoping he wasn't volunteering because he remembered how badly you shook the last time you had to present in front of the class. -

strangely enough, your work together went by incredibly smoothly. you worked well off each other and heeded each other's suggestions in order to enhance your presentation further. when you'd go off on a spiel about a particular subject, he'd listen attentively with an admittedly, obnoxiously, handsome little smile on his face. it was then, you decided, that maybe akaashi wasn't entirely so bad even though he was better at everything.. better than you. you recalled the night you'd spent together at your house, finishing the last touches on the presentation slides when you'd found yourself drifting off into sleep. you woke up to a dark room with a blanket draped over you and a note on the table. "i'll see you at school tomorrow. sleep well. - A.K." your cheeks heated, imagining your embarrassing sleeping face. meanwhile, akaashi held back a smile as he turned the key in the knob of his apartment. cute. -

it wasn't until the end of your project together that you realized that you did not hate him - not even in the slightest. rather, it was the opposite. you'd seen the akaashi with his big glasses and dark circles under his eyes, you'd seen ranting akaashi going on about how frustrating it was when he couldn't get a set just right in volleyball, you'd seen upset akaashi after the day that his cat died... and all of it felt like special knowledge that only you knew about. you were the only one who got to see this side of akaashi that he hid under his deep composure. he was so sweet and kind. and you're in love. shit. -

akaashi never asked you why you disliked him, but he was much happier now that the two of you were.. dare i say... friends. his eyes lit up whenever he saw you enter the classroom and you often exchanged inside jokes to each other. with akaashi, becoming "lovers" wasn't something that was asked.. it was all of a sudden like the two of you were holding hands and exchanging looks. all of a sudden all of the things that akaashi wanted to do for so long.. he was able to do. and he did.

kenma kozume you hate him because he's so... apathetic. -

kenma is an anomaly. most of the things that excited your other classmates seemed to even bring him slight annoyance. you're a bright, cheerful thing so it's no wonder you started to dislike him. being the class representative meant you had to hype up the entire class toward events they were required to go to and participate in, yet kenma almost never showed up. you tried everything. after finding out his affinity for gaming, you tried to incorporate it into event ideas but they either got shot down by other classmates quickly, or didn't even seem to spark interest in the pudding-head. how were you supposed to do your job as the class representative if not everyone was on board? you had to admit you have a problem with saying "no" to people. the reason you became class representative in the first place (besides your bubbly personality), was because everyone voted you as the representative, and you didn't have the heart to turn them all down. the teachers were aware of this, and how reliable you were, so you also found yourself doing menial tasks for the faculty as well. but what could you say? you liked to feel helpful, and useful, and reliable. well that, and your crippling view of constant self-inadequacy... but we don't talk about that. you were broken out of your trance by a quiet mumble, "you should just say 'no' when they ask you to do that stuff." it was none other than pudding-head himself. it took you by surprise, his interest in something other than the game he was secretly playing under his desk. you looked at the stack of paperwork on your desk - the delivery girl needed to head off to the faculty room. you - you is delivery girl. you sighed, but stubbornly replied, "i think it's fun! i want to be helpful and i think it's nice to participate in things... unlike some people." you glanced out of the corner of your eye, hoping for a reaction. there was none. it's not that you hated him.... it was more like a strong dislike for his apathy. without looking up from his game, he seemingly ignored you, if not for the small shake of his head. -

"hey kenma! kenma, kenma!" you cheered, "wanna come to this super exciting, super fun, super amazing christmas party?!" you nudged him, trying to infect him with your joy. "sounds like a hastle," he grumbled. you pouted, "you're no fun... please? please, kenma, you never go to these things!! i really want you to and sensei is worried about you too he says that if you don't go to an event this year that he'll make my life a living hell pleaseeee-" "why is that your responsibility?" "please, kenma!! your friend kuroo-senpai can come, too! aren't you guys close? and, and, you can bring your game!" you pleaded. kenma let out a long suffering sigh before saying, "fine." -

the christmas party was booming, loud, obnoxious music was playing while surprisingly sober boys sang off-key into the karaoke machine. everything was going off without a hitch.. but kenma was no where to be seen. you grumbled, upset that you didn't rope him into getting his number so you could spam the call button until he picked up. you started wandering around, asking if anyone had kenma's number so you could beg him to show up, but unsurprisingly, no one had it. you hadn't realized it until now - how no one in your class seemed to be that close to kenma at all. the only known friend you'd seen him have was the tall third year, kuroo tetsuro, who was also the volleyball captain. they seemed like complete opposites, so you wondered how they came to be friends. suddenly, an idea popped in your head. if no one had kenma's number, maybe someone had kuroo's? it was a long shot, but you were willing to try anything. you told yourself it was because you didn't want to disappoint your teacher... but deep down you knew you really wanted kenma to come. in a weird way, the class didn't seem complete without him there... ignoring everyone and playing his game. a part of you disliked him, you realized, because he was able to be so uncaring, unlike you. it was annoying, but in some ways you wish you could be as uncaring of what other people thought of you and what people expected of you. you broke out of your reverie - "yeah, i have kuroo-senpai's number." a guy chimed in, showing you his phone. you let out a little sound of excitement, earning a few chuckles from your classmates as you hurriedly typed in the number on your phone. the number rang twice before the unfamiliar voice of kuroo tetsuro rang though, "hello?" you gasped, "hi! is this kuroo tetsuro-senpai?" there was a pause, "...yes?" "ah, uhm, this is y/n-chan! from class 2-B! i was wondering.. well, you're friends with kenma-kun, right? he said he'd come to the christmas party with you but he's not here and i really wanted him to come but don't tell him i said that!" you took in a deep breath. "oh, y/n-chan, huh?" you could sense a smile in his voice, "kenma didn't forget, we're actually on our way right now." there was some dialogue you couldn't hear on the other side of the phone, so you just said, "awesome! thank you!!" there was a laugh and then a "see you there" before you both hung up. it was honestly kind of embarrassing how excited you were that kenma didn't forget and that he was actually coming to the party. it was simply because your teacher told you he had to come, of course - there was no other reason for your excitement. sure enough, not even five minutes later, a tall, black-haired man waved over to you, the ever-familiar face of kenma kozume trailing behind him... with no game in sight. you'd be a fool not to suspect he had one stored away in a pocket, though. you couldn't hold back your impulsive excitement as you let out a little scream, barreling onto kenma in a big hug. the party-excitement must've been getting to you, you thought. "kenma, you came!! i'm so excited!!" his eyes widened comically as he exchanged a helpless glance at kuroo who was turned away, covering his mouth to hide his laugh. kenma eyed you up and down before noticing your expectant gaze, and quickly turned his head and looked away. you didn't miss the light flush of his cheeks as he let out a small, "you look nice." you couldn't hold back your big smile at his compliment, gushing about how you could live another day without your teacher breathing down your neck as you grabbed onto his arm, ushering him over to a table of food and pointing at all the dishes. throughout the night, the surprising part was kenma's keen interest whenever you spoke. when other classmates greeted him or tried to start a conversation, he gave short, clipped answers and dry replies. but whenever you talked, he looked right into your eyes with such concentration that you wondered if there was something on your face. -

you found that you and kuroo had a lot of things in common as well, both being go-getter personalities, you shared a lot of stories and traits. you swore you even saw a ghost of a smile on kenma's face as kuroo exchanged a story about their youth - apparently they were childhood friends! somewhere along the talk, it began to quiet down as people trickled out, each leaving as it was getting closer to midnight. yet, strangely, you were enjoying your conversation. kenma had talked more than you thought he'd ever spoken in his life, adding additional details to kuroo's stories or correcting them (beginning a short argument over who had the right version of the story), and even telling some stories of his own. you missed the lovesick look kenma gave you when you gushed over your favorite hobbies and some entertaining stories of your own, recalling the time you had to drag kenma into the culture festival room in order to be dressed up as a samurai. you began to realize that maybe kenma wasn't bad at all. you noticed when classmates tried to talk to him, he'd unconsciously begin wringing his hands. he was socially anxious, and you couldn't believe you didn't realize it before. you felt bad for trying to force him to go to events until he suddenly said, "thank you. for always inviting me to stuff. usually the reps give up on me after a few months." you couldn't hold back a big smile, "i'm glad you came tonight. this was fun." kuroo not-so-subtly glanced back and forth between the two of you. "so... kenma.. y/n-san... when are you two going out?" you nearly spit out your drink as kenma shot a lethal glare at his best friend. kuroo, unaffected, smirked back. you flushed, "i.. uhm, well.." you let out an awkward laugh, "well, if you--" kenma sighed, "just ignore him." looking at you regretfully. you frowned. but it's now or never, right? you looked up at kuroo, "well," you began, "if, hypothetically, kenma wanted to go on a date with me..." you cleared your throat, "i wouldn't say no." all of your courage was gone, so you quickly stood up, practically dashing to the exit of the karaoke bar, but a gentle hand caught you just as you reached the door. kenma avoided your gaze but said, "you didn't let me reply." you blinked in surprise. he continued, "i'll see you at 3pm tomorrow?" you nodded, flabbergasted. what just happened? you could scarcely hear the raucous laughter of the bed-headed third year in the background of your racing heart.

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Day Twelve

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Tw's; Guns, Injury, Blood Mention, Death/Child Death Mention

Chapter Twelve under the cut :)

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Robin stood his ground as the people around him started to yell.

“You just got back!” Babs shouted.

“Master Jason, that is highly ill-advised-”

“Jason, you’re benched, you’re not going-”

He started walking towards the cave’s exit when Dick grabbed him from behind.

“Of all the stupid, irresponsible things you have ever done,” he was saying, “This takes the cake,” He started turning Robin around in his grip even as he kicked and fought.

“Dickface-!”

“I didn’t worry about you,” he continued, “For two and a half weeks,” he manhandled him into the chair, “Just so Bruce could go do whatever the fuck he did with the pits so you could go right back out and get hurt again!”

He went still, quiet. Dick was crying. It wasn’t like the few times he’d seen him cry before; this was fat, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he hissed venom from his teeth. It should’ve been terrifying.

“It’s my life,” Jason said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my twin,” he continued.

Three heads turned to him, confused. “What?” he heard someone ask softly.

Anger bubbled in his chest. “He’s already been fucking abandoned by someone who was supposed to protect him. The same person who was supposed to protect me and left me there with that fucking monster. The same one who fucking kidnapped me to hand me over to the Joker!”

He ripped the face mask off, showing off the J carved into his cheek. “I’m the one who has to live with that night, Dick! I’m the one who has to live with what she did and said. Did you know I have a twin?”

“You what?” he heard Alfred breathe. Glancing around the room, he could see Babs being just as shocked.

“I have a twin,” he repeated, “That she took somewhere and swapped with her friend’s dying kid. The same dying kid she used to manipulate Batman into dropping her case.”

“What are you talking about?” Babs asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Catherine wasn’t my bio mom,” he said, trying to make his voice soft.

Batman hadn’t told them. Of course, he hadn’t told them.

He waited for everybody to react before continuing. Dick was acting off; he suspected he knew something, but didn’t call him on it. “Sheila Haywood gave birth to me, an older brother, and my twin. She says my older brother was dead before we were born and named my twin, Daniel, after him. She took Daniel and not me when she fled Gotham after getting in trouble with the law. She said she couldn’t cross the border with him, and her friends had a sick kid our age with the same name and looks, so-”

“She swapped them,” Dick finished. “I... looked through your phone. Not everything, just your emails,” he confessed. “But, Jason, you don’t have to do anything-”

“Like fuck I do,” he spat. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks, and I want my phone back,” he added, glaring at him, “But he’s my twin. This was Sheila’s doing. They may not be my actions, but I want to be there for him. I know what it’s like being abandoned by her. And if he died because of her neglect... I want to know. I need to know. Dick, he’s my twin. I have to know what happened to him.”

They looked each other in the face a few moments. “You’d go out anyways, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

Robin nodded.

He sighed. “You grab a com?”

Barbara and Batman both protested. Robin merely nodded again, going for his left ear before remembering it was on the right. He tapped it.

“Testing, testing, one two three,” he said.

Dick nodded. “Let me wash my face and get a domino on. We’re going to find him,” he swore.

“He hasn’t been cleared!” Batman roared.

“You looked over me in the plane!” Robin yelled back. “I’m doing this. If it were about anything else-”

“You don’t even know if it’s him!” He growled back.

“If I was missing and it were a chance it were me-”

“That’s different-”

“No! No, it’s not! Even if it’s not him, it’s still a missing kid. I’m not sitting this one out, papa. I can’t.”

Babs looked at Alfred, who’d raised his eyebrows. That was new.

“I said no, you’re not cleared,” he said firmly.

“Beloved,” Talia jumped in. “Arguing with him does nothing. He’s already said he will go anyway.”

“I have ways-”

“Yes, you do, and they worked well for Dick, did they not?” she said dryly. “He will figure them out eventually. Save them for when he is truly a danger to himself.” She turned to the child next. “This is not an invitation to be reckless. You are to use your training and be careful. Do not make me regret backing you,” she said, looking him up and down.

“Yes ma’am,” he said immediately.

Babs sighed. “I see you finally added pants,” she joked.

He grimaced. “Had to. Scars,” he replied. He fixed the mask back onto his face properly, “Same reason for this.”

She hummed. “We’ll have to develop another one. Maybe one with a cool speaker,” she muttered.

He smiled at her, not that she could see. She was still mad at him, but she was at least willing to understand. It felt nice to have her back in his corner.

“Don’t encourage him,” the bat growled. “He is disobeying direct orders-”

“B, you’ve lost this one,” she said plainly. “We might as well encourage him focusing on other things. Besides, I think he looks cute with the mask,” she said, looking at him up and down. “It suits you,” she said, softer.

Alfred walked over to him, fussing over his cape and masks. “The leggings fit?” he asked.

He took the actions for what they were. Nobody was happy with him right now; they’d all much rather he stay in tonight, let them handle the missing ghost. However, they knew what it was like not to be able to back down from a case. They’d be hypocrites if they tried to keep him benched.

Robin shook his head. “They’re not perfect, but they won’t hinder me in any way for now,” he said.

Alfred nodded and said something about getting measurements when he got back for some leggings of his own.

Nightwing entered the room again, weapons firmly on his back and domino in place. If they didn’t know better, they never would’ve known about the tear tracks that had clung to his cheeks just a few minutes ago.

“Let’s do this,” he muttered. “And Robin?”

He looked at his big brother.

“Please be careful, little wing. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened tonight.”

He nodded. He was, at least, planning on not having any accidents today.

They left the cave together, pulling out grappling hooks and going separate ways. They knew the rough area he had to be in, but there were a lot of places for a child to hide.

Batgirl had been the one to find the camera outage by Crime Alley and the surrounding areas. Searching would take awhile, but if it meant they got to find a missing kid, they would do it.

They gave each other updates as they went. “Cleared the Bat Burger and surrounding buildings,” Nightwing said, “Moving on,” he added.

“Hn.”

“Got to the library, clearing surrounding area,” Batgirl said.

“I see a group of kids. I’m going down and seeing if they know anything,” he said into his com.

“Robin, repeat the last part of that? Your com glitched,” Batman huffed.

“I’m going down to see if they know anything,” he repeated as he touched the ground, going to the side of the building.

“Roger. Be careful,” Nightwing responded.

He walked up to the kids. “Hey-”

“ROBIN!” one of them shouted, throwing themselves at him. He caught them easily.

“What’s with the new mask?” One of the older ones asked.

“Dude, people are saying you died- how are you here right now?”

He shrugged. “I got better?” he offered.

“Dude, did you die?” A different kid asked.

“Look, I’d love to stay and chat,” he said, handing the little kid off to one of the older members, “You guys know I would, but I need to find a missing kid. White hair, green eyes, possible meta. Seen anyone like that?”

They shook their heads. “No, we haven’t seen anyone like that. There is a possible,” he gestured for the older kids to cover the younger one’s ears, “Kiddy ring that opened by the dock. If kid’s been gone for awhile, they might be there. We’ve been trying to flag you down, but-”

“I was out of commission,” he finished and cursed. “I’m sorry. I’ll let the Bat know and we’ll investigate,” he promised.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Nobody we know, yet, but we’ve been keeping an eye on everybody. There are whisperings they’re targeting the Narrows.”

He growled. “Noted,” he said. “I’ll get you guys next time, this is my first night back and I had less time than usual to prep,” he said, genuinely apologetic.

“You’re good, dude, you’ve helped more than you realize,” he said as the younger kids whined. “Good to see you again. And uh, I don’t know what the mask and pants situation is about,” he lowered his voice, “But word is, the Joker got you. Just to let you know, the kids are getting restless. I know we’re not the only group you help, and they’re making some serious waves. It’s as brave as it is stupid,” he muttered.

Robin nodded. “Thank you. Seriously. Don’t worry about me,” he said, trying to be soothing, “But I’ll take care of it. Let the other’s know I’m back, but the bat might be keeping me on a short leash,” he chuckled a bit. “I’m not really supposed to be out tonight.”

“But you can’t keep out of it if it’s a kid involved,” the other boy finished, smirking.

Robin smiled, even if they couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I’ve never known when to quit,” he joked.

The kids waved good bye as he grappled away. He pressed the com in his ear.

“Who’s online?” he asked.

“Nightwing,” his brother said.

“I’m also here,” Batgirl replied. “What’s up Robin?”

He relayed the information he’d just been told, “I’m going to search a bit more around here, but they’re usually pretty on top of all the rumors and stuff in this area. I’ll touch base with more groups soon, but-”

“We understand,” Batgirl responded. “Just cleared the surrounding area of the library. Moving on,” she said.

“Clearing some buildings by the Croc sewers,” Nightwing grunted. “No sign yet,” he added.

“Roger. Going to continue to... I’ll be right back,” he said, trailing off. “Just found something that weirded me out before I took my break,” he said, muting his com.

He could still hear their chatter as he swung down into a nearby alley with some white vans.

The people he’d seen before he got called to the docks that one night oh so long ago were back. Their white suits were perfect, not a spec of anything on them as they walked around, scanning buildings and wearing ugly goggles.

“There’s something in this area,” he heard one mutter.

“Oh for sure,” the other one responded. “But where is it coming from?”

He stood there, listening intently.

“Those ecto-scum won’t know what hit them,” he heard one mutter. He heard one of their machine’s beep and he heard them call out, “Hey, I'm getting another hit over here.”

Ecto-scum? What kind of people were these-

He heard footsteps coming towards the alley he was hiding in. He wedged himself between the wall and a dumpster, intent on finding out more.

“Don’t be scared, little ghostie,” he heard someone mutter. “We just wanna hunt ya-”

He didn’t like where this was going. Anytime a potential threat had said they were ‘hunting’ him, it usually ended up bad. He shuffled down a bit closer to the ground, shoving his legs underneath the dumpster, careful not to let them stick out on the other side. Not that they got close.

Sometimes being short was cool, but this was humiliating. He forced the thought out of his head.

He thought they had left the alley when he felt something grab onto his cape. He managed to maneuver himself out from underneath the dumpster before reaching back and kicking the man that had grabbed him in the elbow.

He started running when he noticed more white suits. He pressed his com, frantically looking around.

“S.O.S! This is Robin calling for emergency back up,” he said as he attempted to dodge more hands. “Guys in white suits, white nondescript van lisence plate unknown,” he continues, ducking out of the way of hands coming at him, “Weapons unknown- too many,” he said as more arrived. “I can’t- LET ME GO!” he said as he kicked wildly.

“Little wing, where are you-”

“I, I’m not sure,” he said as he struggled. “Near the building with the good gargoyle-”

“That doesn’t narrow it down!” Nightwing barked out.

“Robin, what do you see?”

He looked around. He spotted a teenager his age with white hair as he floated on top of the building above them.

“A... glowing teen?” he said.

“HEY!” he yelled, getting everybody’s attention. " LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT’S ME YOU WANT!”

The earth shook as he yelled more, glowing green rings coming out of his mouth. Robin felt the earth shake and the com in his ear popped.

The guys holding him dropped him as he reached desperately for the com unit in his ear, ripping it out. It began sparking.

Well. So much for that.

Maybe if he had any sense he’d run. But, he was Robin, and there were guns being trained at what had to be a fellow child hero. One who’d clearly never had training. One who held an undertone of fear as he squared up to these assholes who had started trying to shoot at him with unknown weapons.

He was Robin, and he’d never backed down from a fight in his life. He stood with his back to the other hero.

“Robin,” he introduced.

“Phantom,” the other boy responded, looking at him weirdly. “I didn’t know you were a ghost, too.” He muttered.

He didn’t have time to respond as he punched someone that had started coming at them.

“We’re talking about that later!” he shouted over his shoulder. He swore he could hear the other boy laugh at him.

So, this was the guy his big brother had been looking for. This... this must be his twin.

He tried not to let his emotions get in the way as they worked together to take down the agents. At one point they pulled out these glowing green shields. Common sense told him not to touch them, but that left him open. He checked his belt.

Thank fuck it had batterangs. He really should’ve checked this thing before he left.

Phantom disappeared and reappeared next to him at some points, catching his blind spots. He threw his projectiles at a few of the people training their guns at the other hero.

It was like they had fought together forever. He, again, had clearly never had formal training, but they worked with it. Instead of getting in Robin’s way, what he lacked in skill he made up with innovation.

His power list had to be ridiculous. He covered the ground in a thin layer of ice, leaving the agents slipping and skating over the pavement.

Robin’s boots were equipped to handle such shenanigans. He couldn’t exactly fight the Penguin or Mr. Freeze if his boots didn’t hold up against ice, now, could he?

They kicked and fought. At one point Phantom covered his fists in green and started punching. Robin could tell he was being careful, but he still left several agents unconscious on the pavement. Robin tried not to take the time to be impressed.

He could tell he was impressing Phantom as he threw punches and hits.

That was when things started to get weird.

He had just socked somebody in the jaw when, as his feet hit the pavement, his left went out from under him. Normally, this would come with searing pain, but he felt nothing. Except...

His left foot felt like his body had in the plane when he saved them from that missile.

He dared to look down. His foot was translucent, which should’ve been the weird part except it was going through the ground . What was happening?

“The fuck?” he asked out loud and tried to use his arms to push himself up. His right gave out- no, it also went through the ground. Seriously, what the fuck was happening?!

Phantom looked at him where he was laying on the ground. “Robin!” he called. “Pull your limbs out of the ground and try to feel them!”

He watched as Phantom tried to pick up the slack, wailing into the different agents. Seriously, where was Batman? Nightwing? Anybody?

He did as he was told, pulling his arm and foot out of the ground. Then he registered the other boy’s words.

“How the fuck do I feel my limbs?” he yelled out.

“You just do! Just, think of how your solid body parts feel!” he yelled back.

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Figure it out!”

He tried to focus on how his other arm felt as a suit approached him, Phantom’s back turned and already dealing with three more.

“Fascinating,” the man whispered.

Nope, fuck this, this is getting weird. He desperately searched his pocket for something he could use. All he had was some... Halloween candy? It’ll do, but he should check the rest of his pockets when he got home, it was April there shouldn’t be Halloween candy in his plane belt.

He threw it at the man, who cursed, then choked. He fist pumped; he managed to get a piece in his eye and his mouth.

The man doubled over. “Agent G?” he heard someone vaguely ask. They ran over and started attempting the Heimlich.

Normally, Robin would help, but right now he was focusing on becoming... solid? This was such a weird day.

What did he do on the plane again? He focused on the weird feeling, and it spread. He could feel his left hand go intangible, then his foot, then it traveled along until his whole body was translucent and he was having trouble keeping it above pavement. Then...

He let it go. His body was solid again within seconds.

He had gravel in his pants. That was an issue for some other time.

“YES!” he yelled out, then took a running start at the ‘agents’? Again, a super weird day.

He extended his now-solid leg into the man’s abdomen, using it as a springboard to transition into a flip. It wasn’t a Nightwing flip, but it did nicely for both saving the man’s life and incapacitating him. Nice job, Robin-

He went to jump back into action beside Phantom when he started floating. It was like today was trying to be difficult.

He ended up grabbing onto an cheap ass suit jacket trying to keep from floating away. Phantom looked at him weirdly.

“Dude! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I couldn’t do this until a few hours ago!”

Phantom’s eyes widened. “You’ve only been like this for a few hours?! What are you doing out?!” He said as he grabbed onto Robin’s middle.

“Looking for you!” he replied, then- “Look out!”

“Wha- OH SHIT-”

He ducked, covering Robin’s body with his own.

The glowing harpoon missed them by inches. They heard someone curse wildly.

“Now, ecto-scum, you can either come quietly, or we could continue to fight,” they heard someone say.

Neither were very inclined to find out exactly what that meant. Phantom kept a hold of Robin as he attempted to take him and retreat.

“There are too many,” he heard Phantom mutter. “We need back up-”

“I’ve been trying to call the rest of the bats,” he said. “I don’t know why they aren’t here-”

“Fuck!” Phantom shouted. They may have made it a couple streets over, but agents had still been on their tails.

Phantom’s back was opened up. His suit was burned at the edges and he grit his teeth. He descended before the pain could knock him out of the air completely.

“Ow, fuck,” he hissed, “I think they changed the formula, that hurts so much more-” he said as he began shaking.

“Shit-” Robin muttered as he attempted to see what he had in the other pockets.

“Go!” Phantom grabbed his wrist. “Just go, I can deal-”

“No way,” Robin growled out. His feet finally planted themselves on the ground and he hauled up Phantom as best he could, “I don’t leave people behind,” he grit as he began dragging him into an alley.

“Both of us aren’t going to get out of here,” Phantom hissed. “You have the better chance. Just-”

“I don’t leave people behind,” Robin emphasized. “Especially not fellow heroes who just saved my ass,” he added, giving Phantom a look. He set him beside some boxes in the alley, hoping the ground wasn’t suspiciously wet or anything like that. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can signal someone.”

“Roger,” Phantom said.

Robin could see he was trying not to worry him, but that the wound was bad. He wasn’t sure how bad. He hoped Alfie could help him; he wasn’t sure how ghost biology worked, and he doubted the butler had more knowledge in that area.

He left Phantom in the alley and used his grappling hook to get on top of the building next to them. From here, he could see some agents a couple streets from where he’d stashed Phantom, using the same machines he saw earlier. He figured they were some sort of tracker; they didn’t have much time before they were found.

He thought he could see a spec of something before it disappeared. He didn’t want to shout out to it in case the ‘agents’ heard; they may be tracking them already, but that didn’t mean he wanted to help them hunt them down. He cursed under his breath.

He tried to search more of the pockets of his belt. He found some gauze, some other miscellaneous band-aids, a couple more baterangs, more Halloween candy-

He jumped out of the way of a glowing shot. How rude!

He threw the rest of the Halloween candy, not wanting to waste the baterangs. He grappled back down to hopefully throw them off of Phantom’s trail; he was the one hurt, not him.

He looked around, running through a labyrinth of alleys. Luckily, he knew right where he was. He prayed nobody had ever discovered his secret hiding spots.

He tried to stick close enough to hear Phantom if he yelled out. As long as he has his dark, smelly alley ways correct...

He slid down and checked a brick. It was loose. He removed it and looked inside, grinning.

He pulled out the rubbing alcohol, bottles, and rags. He shoved his hand further into the hole and found the matches wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

Before he was Robin, he got himself into some... situations. He had never touched them afterwards, afraid he or someone else would need them some day. Turns out, having some of Batman’s paranoia rub off on him was useful. Who knew?

And to think he and Nightwing had accused him of having a hoarding problem. Next time Alfred wanted the bat to look through his suits and get rid of the ones he didn’t need anymore, Robin might just take the old bat’s side. Just for a minute.

Nobody ever went against Alfred for that long. The man was a saint for putting up with them and everybody knew it.

He poured most of the rubbing alcohol into the vessels and pre-wet the rags before shoving them into the necks of the bottles. He only had two, so he wanted to make them count.

He didn’t think he had a lighter in his belt. That would suck when it was time to light one of these suckers, but-

He ran faster to where Phantom was hidden. He could see the vans beginning to pull up, agents pouring out of them.

Just how many men was part of this loser club? He’d been to those boring field trip assemblies so they could go over expectations and things with the parents there, and even those never had this many people. They always had so many people at those things!

He wasn’t even sure if any of their villains had ever had this many men on their side before, including during team ups.

He pulled the match box out of the bag he’d put it in. Miraculously, they had actually stayed dry. He got closer before he attempted to light one, dragging the matchstick against the striker. It caught, causing an orange flame to flicker out.

He held it up to the rag, catching it ablaze. He threw it and took cover, hearing more so than seeing as it shattered on impact. He heard someone screaming. He checked to make sure nobody was in the alley with them, most of them being distracted by the fire that exploded out after he threw the Molotov and ran to where he’d stuck Phantom.

The other boy was halfway up, trying to hover off the ground. “Dude, what-”

Robin held up the pre-made Molotov he had left. “These,” he breathed, “Should be used in hero work more often. I forgot how fun it was.”

Phantom looked at him a minute before registering what he meant. He grinned. “Robin-”

“I know, I’m awesome, let’s go before they get past it!”

He took his hand, dragging him through the alleys. He could see daylight beginning to peak out from the horizon line. He thought of the baby bird; he’d love to get a picture of this.

“We need to get to the rendezvous point,” he muttered. “If we can do that, I think we’ll be okay,” he said.

“What’s the rendezvous point?” Phantom asked. “I can fly up-”

“No,” Robin said. “Even if you weren’t hurt, they know to look to the skies; it’s how they figured out which alley we were in. I was on the roof,” he explained. “The roof tops and skies are off limits until we get to the building we need,” he continued. “Then we get on top of it. The bat keeps emergency coms hidden in one of the gargoyles; we grab one, then we can call them, and they can help us,” he surmised.

“The bats are out,” Phantom said. “I was with them earlier-”

“And Nightwing was dumb,” he finished for him. “He said he didn’t realize what was happening at first. He cried about it,” he forced himself to laugh; he didn’t find anything about the situation funny, “He feels bad. He’s on your side, 100 percent.”

Phantom got quiet, and Robin looked to him to make sure he wasn’t getting worse.

“He... he’s really on my side?” Phantom asked.

The snort Robin let out was genuine. “I wouldn’t be as intent on helping your ass if he didn’t think you were someone worth saving,” he replied.

He snuck another glance at the other hero. He was smiling slightly now; he looked good like that. He looked his age.

Robin figured he could tell him about everything else later as he led him through the alleys.

“Anyways,” he muttered. “You said something earlier. What do you mean I’m a ghost?"

Phantom paled a bit. “I... think we have to get somewhere a bit safer before I explain that. Red, someone on my team, won’t be happy but it’s vital information, especially if the GIW’s already in Gotham. You won’t be able to go anywhere without them being your shadow,” he said.

“Oh, that’s comforting,” he replied dryly. “I get more enemies out of the deal? Sweet,” he continued.

Phantom snorted. “Trust me, I know,” he said. “It’s not all bad. I’ll stick around and teach you some things.”

Robin was already liking the kid. “Like not getting stuck in the ground?” he guessed.

“Yes,” Phantom said. “And how to drop the intangibility without dropping your pants,” he said, laughing slightly.

Robin let out a startled laugh. “If it makes you feel better,” he said, “I got gravel near my junk.”

Phantom wheezed, “I accidentally dropped my pants asking out a girl I liked,” he laughed.

Robin laughed with him.

The situation may be slightly fucked, but at least they were getting along before Robin had to destroy his world view. That certainly made some things easier to believe.

As they approached the end of the alley, Robin signaled for Phantom to stay behind while he scoped out the road in front of them. He carefully looked one way-

There was a white van coming his way.

He immediately ducked back into the alley, pulling out another match and lighting the rag. He threw it at the van and turned to run.

He felt someone grab him by his cape. “Oh, no, little ghostie,” he heard someone say. “You and that other scum from Amity Park have caused enough trouble for us tonight!”

He covered his face as the Molotov exploded, throwing bits of glass and fire everywhere. It cast a menacing light on the face that had caught him.

The white suit had goggles on, like the rest did. She had a scar that disappeared into her hairline, going down behind the right lens of her goggles before ending near her chin. She had a grin on her face. “You and the other one are going to make nice- OOF-”

Phantom was standing in the alley, barely. Wisps of green smoke came from his fist. “Leave him alone,” he growled out.

Robin ran towards him, intending on tugging him down an alley and losing them on foot before more agents appeared.

“Oh, what’s wrong, scum?” One of them asked. “Shocked we know your little alleys as well as- HEY!”

Robin threw a baterang at the man. It hit his gun.

He could probably beat them if he was by himself, but he had Phantom to think about. He pulled out his grappling hook, out of options. He aimed it at the roof of the nearest building, grabbing Phantom’s waist-

Someone grabbed his foot as they were taking off. He kicked wildly, trying to get the agent to let go. His grip slipped.

He watched with growing dread as his grappling hook zoomed off by itself, eventually unhooking from the building and dropping to the ground below. He hoped whoever picked that up used common sense with it.

He tried to remember the feeling he got earlier when he hovered. He managed to get it for a few seconds before his vision blurred. Nonono not right now-

Curse things like blood sugar, always getting in the way when it’s the least convenient. He tried to power through it-

He dropped it, dropping them to the ground. He tried to take the impact for Phantom and popped back up, already in position to fight.

He could only hope somebody found them now.

He swung at one of the agents. The adrenaline and energy he’d had a few hours, hell, 20 minutes ago had greatly faded. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew with this one.

He saw Phantom out of the corner of his eye trying to blast weapons out of their hands as they fought. He knew, eventually, something would give.

Either they’d get back up, and they’d get to go to the cave, get some sleep. Talk about things, figure out what the fuck he’d been talking about earlier with the ghost stuff. This was the ideal outcome.

Or, they’d... lose. They’d get captured. Go to who knows where, where these losers in cheap white suits would do who knows what to them, and, if the way that they’d scrambled his com earlier was any indication, the bats wouldn’t be able to track them.

They’d be stuck there indefinitely. And Robin had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy to escape.

Before the Joker, if this had happened, he wouldn’t have even thought twice about it. In spite of his childhood in crime alley, he’d allowed himself to get caught up in the magic. He’d been compensating for a childhood spent knowing the lights could go off today because mommy didn’t pay the bill, that he could go hungry tonight because daddy had debts to pay and he used the grocery money to do it. That any day, he could seek out a friend he hadn’t seen in a while and learn that they had already passed away, way too young, because they were working with some villain or another, or they had starved, or froze to death, or-

Well. You get the picture.

As Robin, he’d never had to face any of that. It was Jason who’d had that experience. Maybe he shouldn’t have separated the identities so much.

Maybe he should’ve remembered the cocktail kits sooner. Maybe he should’ve been utilizing the alleys all along. Maybe he should’ve concerned himself with the kids of the alley more and been more involved, it had been his home for fourteen years for fuck’s sake-

Maybe his morals shouldn’t have been as rigid as the bat had insisted they be. He knew that Dick had left for a reason, and even though he hadn’t wanted to see it, and though he loved his papa, he was beginning to see where the logic had been flawed.

He heard a noise like someone cocking a gun somewhere behind him and felt himself get pushed down. He heard it go off and the aborted scream next to him.

He dared to look.

Phantom had been hit in the chest this time. He just barely clung to the edges of consciousness before going under. A bright ring of white light enveloped him before leaving him looking just like Robin in his civilian identity.

… They could unpack that later. He needed a plan-

What would Jason do? What would he have done-

Jason would’ve left Phantom behind ages ago. But that wasn’t who he was anymore. He had to think of something better-

He saw someone coming towards them out of the corner of his eye. He had blood covering his lenses and he wasn’t sure who’s it was as he wiped it off and grabbed the person coming at them by the wrist.

His vision swam again. Just a few more minutes-

He slammed them forwards and into the concrete wall, using their own weight against them. He grabbed the gun they’d been holding.

One of the few things he’d never been taught is shooting, but didn’t someone once say the best way to learn was real-world scenarios? He supposed it couldn’t get any more real-world than this.

He aimed for someone else’s gun. He squeezed the trigger. The recoil sent shocks down his arm and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his balance. He may not know anything about this, but he was certain that was wrong.

He heard a yelp. He opened his eyes back up to see he’d hit his mark, the gun in the other man’s hand showering them in small bits of plastic.

He tried to cock it to get it ready to shoot again.

He didn’t know too much about guns. Maybe he should’ve taken Willis’s offers to teach him how to shoot when he was smaller, but his mom had always begged him to wait until he was at least 16; Alfred’s attempts at teaching him had always been vetoed by the bat, and he was beginning to regret allowing Batman to do that.

He knew the damage a gun could cause. He knew people who’d been taken by a bullet before they met their fate. He’d always thought he’d never use one, always disliking the destruction and chaos they brought.

He never stopped to wonder what would happen the day he needed to cause the damage and chaos a gun brought with it. He didn’t figure out how to cock it.

A hand wrapped around his, making him drop the only weapon he had remaining. He tried to wiggle out of the grip before he saw they’d already grabbed Phantom. He remembered the glowing green rings that had shook the earth when Phantom first came to his aid.

The sun shine down on them, the dewy morning air still holding that bit of April chill. He took a deep breath, aiming away from Phantom.

He screamed. Loud, harsh, and unabashed as they started dragging them to a van. He caught a glimpse of Nightwing on a rooftop as he did so.

He almost had a spark of hope before the agent carrying him cracked him in the head with their gun before throwing him into the back of the van on top of Phantom.

He felt agents jumping into the van and peeling off. The van shook, like someone had landed on top of it. People began shouting.

“Please, Dickface,” he thought, “Please rescue us.”

A few miles later, he heard the shouts outside stop. He felt the weight on the roof be thrown off.

He could only hope whatever scrambled his com hadn’t completely killed the tracker in his belt as they were driven out to who knows where.

At least he’d found Phantom. At least he knew he didn’t have to go through another kidnapping alone.

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Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 4: The Best Day Ever

Screwball was 6 when she started school. There was some debate that morning on who would take her, and I'm the end they both went, since they both wanted to. It was almost fall, and the auburn light reflected through the falling leaves, the air smelled like warm remnants of cider and wood shavings. The schoolhouse shone brick red, white fences lines the area.

As they slowly approached the red building, Screwball felt her stomach churn.

"What if the ponies don't like me?" she asked her parents.

"Of course they'll like you!" Discord replied, playfully twirling the propeller on her hat. "Why wouldn't they? After all, who wouldn't like the most adorable filly in all of Equestria?"

Silence fell over the schoolyard as the foals stopped their playing at the sight of the draconequus. The kicked up leaves seemed to still and the light on their faces highlighted the unfamiliarity. Screwball gestured to them.

"Because I'm different?"

"And that's what makes you so adorable!" her father exclaimed, ruffling her mane.

"Everything will be alright, honey," Fluttershy assured the filly. "Dinky will be here, so will Autumn Glory and Taco Grandé."

After Pinkie and Cheese Sandwich had their first son, Taco Grandé, Applejack caught the baby fever once more, and rainbow dash and Rarity wouldn't object once she'd taken them to the orphanage and they'd seen the childs that made their hearts skip a beat. They adopted the cinnamon twins shortly after, maple cinnamon and cinnamon twist.

"Your teacher is also Cheerilee," Fluttershy continued. "You remember her: the crusaders' teacher? Oh, and big mac's daughter is there too!"

Apple Blossom was also around Screwball's age. They had not met that often, but she knew she was Aunt Applejack's real niece. She also remembered Sugar belle, a very nice mare who always smiled crooked and warm.

"And don't worry if any pony makes fun of you," Discord added. "Just show them who's Boss and turn them into an orange!"

Fluttershy shook her head. She looked back at the filly. "If any pony can't accept how special you are, that's their problem. As for your magic…don't get into any trouble and don't make any pony feel jealous…Promise me you'll behave. Okay, honey?"

Screwball nodded. "I'll be good, Mommy."

Pinkie pie strolled up to the playground with her Coltfriend, cheese, bounding with her foal on her back. Then rainbow and Applejack showed up with their own children.

The twins landed with a thud as Dinky tackled them both. Applejack chuckled as she appeared behind them. At her side was a light brown colt with a black mane and autumn brown eyes.

"I see y'all are just as excited as Maple here," the cowgirl said, patting her adopted son on the back.

Dinky looked up and blushed slightly at the sight of Maple Cinnamon Screwball noticed him returning her blush.

"hi d-," he stuttered. He was stuck on the letter "D".

Dinky waved her hoof with unmatched enthusiasm."HI!!!"

Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Applejack shared a knowing look.

Every pony looked up as the school bell rang and Cheerilee emerged from the building.

"Alright, kids! Come inside!"

Fluttershy gave her daughter a light shove. "Go on! We'll come and pick you up at three."

After receiving another kiss, Screwball joined her friends as they raced up the steps. She stopped at the door.

"Oh, Ms Cheerilee!" Rainbow exclaimed, handing her the apple. "This is for you!"

"Why thank you, Dash," Cheerilee said with a smile. "How's the twins?"

"see, that's just what I wanted to hear. Cuz' I got something I needa tell you, ma'am. See, Maple's got a stutter, and he's really shy about it. Try not to hold it against him?"

Cheerilee put her hoof into Rainbow Dash's. "You have my word, miss. You too, miss Applejack."

Cheerilee attempted to get her new students to settle down. "Alright, class! I know you're excited and all. You'll find your name on your new desk."

"Well, welcome to the new school year, my little ponies!" Cheerilee announced. "I'm your teacher, Ms Cheerilee. We're going to spend this morning getting to know one another. Everyone turn to the pony next to you and introduce yourselves."

When Maple turned to his right, he met the green eyes of an earth pony with pastel yellow mane, yellow-green coat, and lots of freckles.

"hey cuz! I haven't seen you around so much, you moved to ponyville?"

"darn right I did!"

Screwball's desk partner on her right was a white unicorn with red, white and blue striped hair. She flinched at the sight of the earth pony's eyes. Screwball eagerly extended her hoof.

"Hi! I'm Screwball!"

The unicorn hesitantly shook her hoof. "Aquafresh."

"Isn't this all exciting?"

"Uh…yeah. Hey, are you…?"

Cheerilee tapped her ruler on her desk to get every pony's attention. "Alright, now we're each going to introduce ourselves to the class. State your name and please share something interesting about yourself. I will go first as an example." She cleared her throat. "My name is Cheerilee, I have a strawberry garden, and currently teaching a wonderful class!"

Screwball tried to pay close attention to the others as they introduced themselves, but the only ones she really listened to were her friends.

"I'm cinnamon twist, I like reptiles and ants!"

"I- I'm.... Maple Cinna-cinnamon." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tight. "I l-like herdin' dogs a...and interior design."

The twins did a hoof bump before Apple Blossom spoke:

"My name is Apple Blossom, I like helping around the house and playing in the flowers."

Dinky was very excited for her introduction: "I'm Dinky Doo and I like muffins!"

Screwball giggled slightly and then realized it was her turn. "I'm Screwball and my dad's the Lord of Chaos!"

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Screwball shrank at the thought that maybe she had gloated, despite what her mother had told her. She had not meant to brag, but the teacher had asked for something interesting, and well, that was the most interesting thing about her.

She could not understand why every pony was so shocked. Based on how the twins were looking at her, she had the feeling that what she said was wrong. Why? It was not like they did not know. It was not like she had grown a second head.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked the teacher.

Cheerilee shook her head. "No, Screwball, you said nothing wrong. Let's continue."

"I'm Aquafresh," the unicorn beside her said, rather shakily, "and my mom's a dentist."

Screwball did not hear the rest of the introductions, or pay attention as Cheerilee began the lesson. She was too busy listening to the whispers of the two colts behind her.

"She's the one my sister told me about! Her daddy's supposed to be a big scary monster!"

"Yeah! I think I saw him this morning!"

"My sister tells me she's as much a freak as he is!"

"Yeah! I mean look at that hat she's wearing!"

She protectively held onto her treasured hat from Aunt Pinkie.

Her head wrenched around her neck as she faced the colts. "I like my hat!"

"Screwball!"

She faced Cheerilee, realizing that she had said that out loud.

"What's going on?" the teacher asked crossly.

"Sorry, Ms Cheerilee," she pleaded. "But…they're saying mean things about me."

"Tattle tale," whispered the boy behind her.

"Is this true, Gold Digger?"

The colt with golden fur and a light green manebshook his head. "No, Ms Cheerilee. We were just talking about her eyes."

The teacher squinted at him. "Your sister was a pupil of mine, so I expect you to be familiar with the rules of this class. Every pony, let it be known that from now on, there will be no talking during the lesson! And boys-"

"yeeees?" They batted their lashes Innocently.

"it's not nice to talk about other ponies' features."

Screwball glanced over at Apple Blossom and tried to copy her pose by sitting upright and folding her hooves on her desk. She could not get in trouble on the first day of school. Mom would get upset.

She flinched as she felt a prick on the back of her neck. She glanced around and shrugged it off, assuming it to be a fly. Then she felt it again. It did not hurt really, but she found it quite annoying. Then something hopped onto her desk: a rubber band. She looked at the golden colt out of the corner of her eye. He and his friend were snickering with pleasure.

She thought of what her father had said numerous times that morning: If any pony makes fun of you, show them who's Boss. She did not want to disappoint her mother, but these colts needed to be taught a lesson. She had to be subtle in her revenge, for Cheerilee knew about her powers.

Screwball glanced at the rubber band that had missed and remembered Aunt Pinkie showing her something called a Cat's Cradle. She smiled deviously as she made a rubber band appear between Gold Digger's legs and copied the trick. When she was successful, she tried it on the other colt.

Then the bell rang for recess and the two boys tripped out of their seats.

"What the…?" Gold Digger uttered, looking at his tied legs.

Two Pegasi, thunder crack and lightning bolt, gawked at the sight and gave Screwball a questioning glance. She nodded with a devilish grin.

"Nice," Lightning muttered, giving her a hoof bump.

"Let's get out of here before the teacher notices," Thunder whispered.

The fillies agreed and rushed toward the playground. For the first five minutes of recess, Screwball and Dinky spun a rope while the twins competed over who could jump the longest

"Nine, ten…" Dinky counted. "Uh…what comes after ten?

"Eleven," Screwball continued. "Twelve, thirteen…hey, guys! Watch this!"

She let go of the rope, but it kept spinning as if some pony was still holding that end. Dinky gasped and released her end as well.

"Awesome!" the twins exclaimed.

"We have the coolest friend ever!" Lightning declared.

"And the sneakiest!" Thunder added.

"are you guys Rainbow Dash's kids?"

"aw, we wish! We met at flight camp one day, and we been friends eva since! Practically twins, like the Cinnamons."

"Who wants to play kickball?"

The twins stopped jumping, entangling themselves in the rope.

"I do, I do!" Dinky hopped excitedly

The three laughed at their friend's enthusiasm and followed her to join the other students as they gathered round. Screwball's smile faded when she saw that Gold Digger was the one who had made the announcement. His blue eyes met hers and they gave each other a mutual glare.

"Sorry," he said. "This game is for ponies only!"

"But I am a pony," Screwball insisted.

"No, you're not. You're a Discord. My big sister Diamond Tiara told me so! You saw that big monster?" Gold Digger asked the foals. "That's her daddy!"

"My big sis said your daddy took over Equestria! Three times! He's the baddest of bad guys! He's evil!" Silver platter announced.

Screwball had no idea what he was talking about, but she stomped her hoof in anger. "Daddy's not evil!"

"He is evil! That means you're evil too! Look at her eyes!"

"Hey!" the twins cried, standing in front of their friend.

"Leave her alone!" Thunder crack cried.

"What's wrong with you?" Lightning demanded.

"What's wrong with me?" Gold Digger repeated. "What's wrong with her? She's got funny eyes! Like her dopey friend over there!"

Screwball gasped and glanced at Dinky, who was on the verge of tears. Picking on her was one thing, but no pony made fun of Dinky! No pony! She might look different, but she was not a dope!

Gold Digger made Screwball so mad she just wished the sky would come crashing down on him! The students looked up as a dark shadow covered them and screamed when they saw a piano hurdling directly towards Gold Digger. They all scattered out of the way. Screwball managed to grab Dinky before the instrument hit the ground, smashing into piece

As soon as she heard the crash, Cheerilee rushed out and gasped at the sight of the broken piano. How had that gotten into the schoolyard? She looked towards Screwball, who had a horrified guilty look on her face. She shook violently with her mouth agape.

Fluttershy knew something was up when her daughter did not come out of the building immediately. Dinky then explained that Cheerilee had kept Screwball after class. Expecting the worst, Fluttershy entered the classroom. Cheerilee was sitting expectedly at her desk, and Screwball on a stool in the corner. As soon as she saw her mother, she faced the wall in shame.

"I appreciate you coming here, Fluttershy," the teacher said softly, yet bluntly.

"What's going on?" the pegasus inquired.

"Have a seat, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy pulled up a chair and sat across from Cheerilee.

"It appears that there was a little…accident today."

The pegasus glanced over at Screwball. "What happened?"

"Well…how do I put this? A piano dropped from the sky."

Fluttershy's eyes widened in shock. "A piano?!"

"Yes. I checked, and there was no moving cart in the sky at the moment."

"You think…Screwball?"

Cheerilee looked to the filly in the corner. "Well, Screwball?"

She turned her head slowly, wincing at the expression on their faces.

"I didn't mean to!" she insisted. "They were making fun of me and Dinky! I didn't want it to happen! They made me so mad!"

"Honey, you promised you would behave!" Fluttershy shouted, almost too loudly.

"They called Daddy evil!"

Her mother's angry expression changed into one of fear. She then faced the teacher again.

"I assure you it won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," Cheerilee said, solemn. "I understand that it's hard to keep it in check, and I can give you some resources to help with the situation."

The filly slid off the stool and smiled nervously up at her mother. The tragic glare she received in return caused her to hang her head. The room was suddenly all too tall, all too cold and empty, nowhere there was a sight of life.

"We're going to talk with your father about this."

"Would serve the brat right for picking on my daughter!"

They were sitting at the dinner table. Fluttershy had just explained the events at school.

"I also tied his hooves into a Cat's Cradle," Screwball admitted, picking at her peas.

Her father guffawed. "You did?! What'd you use? A string or rubber band?"

"Rubber band. He threw rubber bands at me first."

"Giving him a taste of his own medicine, huh?" He clapped his hands. "Genius! Pure genius, that's what it is!"

"He said you were evil," Screwball stated.

They both turned to her with wide eyes.

...

"Who told you that?" Discord demanded, quiet, as if afraid to rouse awake some deep feeling locked away in a bitter sharp tower with a moat of red roses.

"Gold Digger," she replied. "He said you were evil, and that I was evil too. That I wasn't a pony like they are."

"Sweetheart," her mother said, stroking her mane tenderly. "You're not evil and neither is your father."

Screwball looked her father in the eyes. "He said you took over Equestria."

Discord shrank guiltily into his seat. "Um…yes. I took over Equestria once…or twice, but that was a long time ago."

"You see, honey," Fluttershy explained, "your father was…evil, long before we met."

"Seems like a thousand years ago," the draconequus reminisced. "Actually, it was. I was ostracized because of my appearance and well…you could say I went crazy…like you did today with the piano. The princesses punished me by turning me to stone for a thousand years. When I was released…I met your mother. We didn't start on the friendliest of terms. She was one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, the only things that could defeat me. Of course, now just a look from your beautiful mother can do that..." He winked at her and she couldn't help but smile as she rolled her eyes.

"I came up with a plan to dispose of the Elements of Harmony, but that didn't work out, so I tried something else. You see, I…"

He did not want to go into detail of what had happened. He did not want his daughter to think him a monster. Thankfully, Fluttershy summed it up gently.

"He said he would leave Equestria be in exchange for a willing bride."

He sighed in relief. "Yes, I…had grown rather lonely over the years and…your mother was the one who accepted the deal."

Screwball's eyes widened. "You were forced to marry Daddy?"

Fluttershy hesitated. "No princess. I only married him when we fell in love."

"your mother brought out the good in me because she gave me a chance," Discord finished, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Your mother is an amazing mare. Remember that. She was the only one who had truly accepted me back then. I then realized that I could not have Equestria and her at the same time, and I could not live without her, so…"

She took his paw. "We got married."

He grinned and kissed her lightly on the lips, making Screwball gag. "Yes, we did. That's what matters, letting ponies give you a chance."

"So never you mind what Gold Digger said."

"But he made fun of Dinky too!" Screwball reminded them.

"And that was wrong of him, but if that piano had hit him, would that have made you any better?"

She hung her head. "No."

"Good."

"So…Daddy's not the baddest of bad guys?"

Discord chuckled. "No. Well, once upon a time…" He trailed off as Fluttershy poked him in the ribs. "I mean no! I found something better than chaos."

He smiled at his wife and she returned his smile.

"Remember this, honey," Fluttershy said. "When it comes to love, appearances are insignificant."

"Indeed," Discord agreed. "It's the most powerful form of chaos there is!"

A deep brewing pain seared through Discords's heart. His consciousness seemed outside himself as the girls talked themselves okay again. He couldn't ignore the ringing in his ears as the world became insignificant to him.

Justice and freedom are mutually exclusive.

#the title is a spongebob reference and taxi Grandé is a weird al ref #this one was really hard to write for me. hit too close to home #mlp fim #fluttercord #fluttershy #my little pony #discord #applejack #rainbow dash #pinkie pie #daughter of discord rewritten #my little pony friendship is magic #fanfiction #screwball mlp #fankid #lmao i accidentally wrote taxi instead of taco

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 20

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warning: language, smut (daddy kink? Meet breeding kink. 🤝; dirty talk) fluff. lots of fluff

a/n: this is it. the last chapter before the epilogue and any other deleted scenes. brb. gotta cry. remember, if you have any requests my inbox & asks are open!

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Bucky’s brain had stopped working. Completely frozen. Bucky.exe has stopped working. Error 404 not found. He replayed your words a minimum of a million times, his mouth opening to say something and closing when he couldn’t find the words. You stood in front of him, your eyes wide and beginning to well with tears at his reaction, or lack thereof, when Bucky kicked himself into gear and scooped you into the largest hug he could muster without hurting you. You let your tears run free against his shoulder and when he finally pulled you away to verbally respond he was cut off by a big dumb blonde Dorito-shaped man.

“Hey! You two! You can hug each other and celebrate like that later, there’s ice cream to be had!” The latter part of Steve’s sentence was drowned out by twin squeals chanting “ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!” The realization that the two of you were not, in fact, alone nor were you in an appropriate location to talk more about the potential bomb you dropped pushed the two of you to join Steve, Winnie and the girls to go get ice cream.

Since it was a nice day that wasn’t too hot you decided to walk to ice cream, you and Bucky holding the girls’ hands as they talked about how much fun they had playing with Uncle Steve and how they were going to get the biggest ice cream scoop ever. Bucky chanced a few looks at you and for a bit you seemed completely engrossed in your phone, firing off a text message to somebody, before rerouting your attention to Becca and Avery. You almost avoided Bucky’s gaze and he knew that he should’ve been more expressive when you said those words but he was in shock. Bucky knew that neither of you had talked about the possibility of truly combining your families or adding more members, besides a pet or two, to it. This was going to have to be a very serious conversation you would have tonight. The six of you arrived at Ellie’s and made sure that everyone got the exact treat they wanted. Sitting down outside, Bucky snuck his hand into yours and gave it a brief squeeze that elicited a small, tight smile in his direction when Steve began talking to Avery about her actions on the courthouse steps.

“Standing up for Becca like that was so brave of you, Avery. You reminded me of Bucky when he used to stand up to my bullies. I’m sure your mama and papa are so proud of you,” he hinted, a knowing grin playing on his lips as he looked at the two of you.

Bucky nodded his head as he recalled the memory of him and Steve meeting on the playground and the bully who he promptly kicked when he made fun of a tiny Steve Rogers. You opened your mouth to add on to Steve’s statement when Avery interrupted.

“Of course I have bravery in me, its got my name in it,” the seven year old stated promptly with a “duh” tone in her voice. Her words caused all the adults to laugh and she proudly finished with, “I’ll always fight bullies for Becca just like she will always stand up for me. We’re sisters, that’s what sisters do.” Bucky’s heart fluttered at the recognition that the two girls saw each other as family already and it gave him hope for the future, a future that he saw you and Avery in for the rest of his days and he hoped you did too.

Ice cream was over faster than any of you anticipated and the girls hugged Winnie and Steve before scrambling to hold onto you and Bucky so they could play together at your place since their place was almost completely packed up. A few more boxes and they’d be ready to start the move into your penthouse. The two of you walked in silence, taking in the sounds of two excited girls who couldn’t wait to play Unicorn-Mermaid-Princesses and dress each other up in all the different princess costumes they had.

After arriving at the apartment the girls took off to their playroom on the other side of the penthouse and the two of you took a moment to breathe and take each other in. Bucky looked at your eyes. There was no mask, no front, nothing hiding your feelings. For once you were laying your emotions totally bare and making it easy for him to read you. In your eyes he saw fear, reluctance, and a glimmer of hope. And so, Bucky placed his arm around your back and led the two of you to your bedroom. A plastic bag with a note on the bed garnered Bucky’s attention, but you seemed to know all about it because you picked it up and read the note quickly as you walked back to Bucky and offered him a peak inside. The bag was full of at least five different brands of pregnancy tests. A quick glimpse over the note told him that Wanda had picked them up at your request, it made sense to him now why you were furiously texting on the way to Ellie’s.

Bucky noticed that you were looking at him, trying to read the emotions on his face as he took in the seriousness of the situation the two of you were in. Bucky led you to the bed for the two of you to sit down and then he broke the silence.

“You okay, honey?”

Your eyes filled with fresh tears again as you shrugged and allowed a few to make fresh tracks down your cheeks. Bucky pulled you close to him and allowed you to cry before asking, “what’s wrong, sweetheart? You can talk to me.”

“I’m scared, Bucky,” your voice practically a whisper that he could feel more than hear as you cried into his chest. He pulled you back to wipe away your tears and look you in the eye.

“Hey honey, no need to be scared. Let’s just talk. What’s got you so worked up?”

“I’m late, Bucky. I’m late and I could be pregnant and we haven’t even talked about what our futures hold. Do you even want another kid? Do you want be connected to me for the rest of your life? Do you-sniff- even want me for the rest of your life?” The last question was whispered even softer than your earlier whisper and the questions you asked almost broke Bucky’s heart. He cupped your face with his hands and responded, using his thumb to brush away the new tears.

“Honey, I want to be with you for all eternity if you’ll have me. And this isn’t just about me because if I could have a thousand kids I would. But it’s about you too, baby. Do you want another kid? Do you want to be connected to me for the rest of your life? Hell do you even want me?” He repeated your questions and noted the look in your eyes was changing quickly from one of fear and reluctance to one of love and hope.

“How are you so calm? I just told you that I might be pregnant and you’re just…taking it in stride!”

“Honey if you’re pregnant and you want to be pregnant I’ll marry you in an instant! We can get married, have the baby and-,” he started before being cut off by a sharp laugh and a quick elbow to his ribs from you.

“Bucky, this isn’t the 1940s. We don’t have to get married if I’m pregnant to protect my virtue, hell you know that! I’m not the first girlfriend you’ve knocked up. Well…possibly…still haven’t taken the pesky little test yet,” you teased, your eyes sparkling at the joke and Bucky just groaned and pulled you in for yet another hug.

“Well go pee on a stick then,” he teased, depositing you off his lap and onto the floor with the bag in your hands. You rolled your eyes and grabbed two boxes. You figured if you were gonna find out, you’d rather have a little more certainty and pee on at least two different brands, thanking whatever being out there that you hadn’t gone to the bathroom all more. You set a timer for ten minutes and rejoined Bucky in the bedroom, taking another deep breath as you sat on the bed next to him. There was a long pause before Bucky spoke again.

“So…if you are pregnant…do you really wanna do this with me?”

“Bucky, I’d go to hell and back to bring a child into this world with you,” your voice was hopeful and loving and apparently everything Bucky wanted to hear as he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. His tongue probing your lips and his hand squeezing your waist, desperately pulling your body closer to his.

“I’d make a million babies with you if I had the chance, honey,” Bucky growled against your lips.

“A million might be too many, Mr. Barnes. Especially when only one of us has the equipment to carry said babies,” you teased with a quirked brow, a sheepish grin taking over Bucky’s features that eventually morphed into something far more sensual. Bucky was raking his gaze over your body, his bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth as he thought about your body growing with his child. Your breasts filling with milk and your stomach rounding out. The knowledge that it was possible he’d be seeing all this himself in a few months had Bucky groaning and pulling you in for another hot kiss, this time grinding up into your clothed core. You breathed out a gasp at the feel of him so close to you but you pulled away quickly.

“James Buchanan Barnes, do you have a breeding kink that I am just now discovering?” Your teasing tone obvious that your interest had been piqued would’ve buckled his knees if he were standing but he only responded with a low growl and a nip at your bottom lip as he kissed you harder and rolled up into you. Your little session was short-lived thanks to the blaring of your alarm, the signal that ten minutes had passed. You took in a ragged gasp of air, your stomach filling with butterflies and Bucky squeezed your hand.

You sat frozen in his lap, unmoving until he finally whispered, “Y/N, honey. You gonna check em or do want me to do it?”

You finally nodded your head and stood to go to the bathroom, grabbing Bucky’s hand and taking him to the attached bathroom with you. You grabbed one test and had him grab the other and on a quick count to three you both looked.

One line.

Negative.

Not pregnant.

Bucky’s read the same. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and you weren’t sure if it was one of relief or one of disappointment. You quickly realized it was the latter. Your heart started aching as you realized that the stress of preparing for the case today had most likely set your period back a couple weeks and that you wouldn’t be bringing a child into the world with Bucky. You chanced a look at him through your lashes and he was standing there with a devious grin on his face. The look surprised you, you had expected him to also be heartbroken over the findings, but instead Bucky pulled you close to him and crashed your lips together.

The move confused you but you leaned into the kiss until Bucky broke for air. Your chest heaving closely next to his, you asked, “what the hell was that Buck? I thought you’d be upset I’m not pregnant!?”

Bucky merely continued to grin and pressed his lips against yours once more. In between kisses, he spoke lowly, “mmmm, you might not be pregnant yet, honey. But trying is half the fun. Whaddaya say, wanna make me a daddy again, sweetheart?”

You let out a deep moan at his works and moved your hands to thread into his hair, pulling him close to you by the roots. Bucky chuckled against your lips and shushed you lightly, “can’t be too loud, the girls are home.”

“The girls are on the other side of the apartment playing Unicorn-Mermaid-Princesses with Alpine. Now shut up and fuck me, Barnes,” you growled with an urgency that Bucky had never seen or heard from you before. Apparently he wasn’t the only one with a bit of a breeding kink. You practically ripped off Bucky’s button down and he did the same with your clothes as you pressed kisses and small bites on his neck, laving your tongue over the bites to soothe the sting. When Bucky finally got you fully naked he pushed you on the bed and began leaving kisses down your jaw and your neck and stopping at your chest. He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, his metal fingers playing with the other as he listened to you moan in pleasure under him.

“Can’t wait to see these full with the milk that will feed my baby. Such a good mommy with the perfect body to help our baby grow,” he switched sides and gave your other nipple attention with his tongue before sliding down to your stomach and pressing kisses along the skin there, “gonna get so round. Mmmmm can’t wait to fuck a baby into you, honey.”

His hands slid down between your thighs and you were almost embarrassed at how wet you were after just a little nipple play and dirty talk, but the thought of carrying Bucky’s child and seeing him almost get off on the thought of filling you over and over could’ve made you cum on the spot. Bucky licked a stripe up your hot pussy and he groaned into you, the vibrations feeling wonderful against your clit.

“You’re gonna be leaking me for days, honey. But gotta make sure you cum at least two times,” he grunted against you, using his fingers to get you off. True to his word, Bucky brought you to the edge and tipped you right on over until you were a shaking, moaning mess in his hands. He slid up your body and pulled you in to kiss him, your tongue requested entrance to taste yourself on him and you moaned before moving to clean his beard with your tongue. You pushed him on his back this time and went to move between his legs when he stopped you.

“Honey, I’m cumming in you, not down that pretty little throat. Now come on over here and take a little ride, mama. Daddy doesn’t mind,” he laid back on the bed with his arm behind his head and a cock smirk on his face. You hurried to straddle him and sank down onto his erect cock. Slowly you lifted yourself off him and down again, your hips moving in circles as you ground into him. The feeling of your tight walls, practically spasming from your last orgasm drew a heady moan from Bucky’s lips as he used his hands to grab your waist and planted his feet on the bed so he could thrust into you harder and faster. You wanted to scream but your mouth just hung open, no sound coming out, as Bucky fucked into you harder. He moved his metal hand to toy with your clit and you were cumming around him in seconds.

Your body fell flush to his as Bucky continued to relentlessly pound into you. “Ohhhhhh honey, fuck yeah just like that. Hmm gonna stuff you full of me. Gonna make you nice and round- oh fuckyesyesyes keep moving your hips like that- mmm gonna make you a mommy. You like the sound of that? Your pussy must cause you just clamped down tight on me, baby. Can barely fuckin’ move- shitshitshit- honey, one more time. Just one more time baby, cum for me again, cum…NOW!”

Bucky’s growls in your ear and his merciless pace had you cumming again tightly around him as he spilled into you at the same time. Your sweat soaked skin practically slid against his as he held you close and pressed soft kisses to your head while he stayed inside. When you finally whimpered about wanting to roll over he let you go but Bucky slid in between your legs and moved his right hand to where your mixed releases were gathering and sliding down your thighs. He scooped your releases onto two fingers and used them to slide slowly back into you, plugging your entrance with his hands. You shuddered at the feeling of thought of him filling you just right as exhaustion began to take over your body.

When Bucky was satisfied with the amount of time you’d been literally stuffed with him, he wiped his hands on the sheets, that you knew you’d have to change before bed, and slid up your body, pressing kisses against your skin til he was kissing you again.

“Mmmm, think it worked?” You spoke lazily, a sleepy grin on your lips.

Bucky grinned in response and kissed you lightly before whispering against your lips, “if it didn’t that just means we’ll have to try again.”

You hummed your agreement and snuggled in close to Bucky. The two of you laid there for a few, knowing you’d need to jump in the shower real quick before rejoining the girls, but you just enjoyed each others’ presence.

“Were you serious earlier? About marrying me? Or were you just saying it to ‘protect my honor’” you said, your tone a mix of teasing and concerned. So Bucky turned you to face him, bringing your eyes level with his, your lips pressed right next to him.

“I’d marry you tomorrow if you’ll have me,” he whispered, hoping that he was pouring every ounce of love and affection that he could into the statement.

You nodded dreamily, satisfied with his answer before adding your own, “I’d marry you a million times just to keep you in my life, Buck.”

And there in that bed in that penthouse apartment, with two small girls playing Unicorn-Mermaid-Princess down the hall, you both thanked the stars above for the first day of first grade and the love you discovered along the way.

a/n: The End (still the epilogue to go but that’s all! Thanks for reading yall! And let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future Bucky fics💜)

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indigostreaking · 1 year

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could you possibly do a head cannon of the guys getting upset with you jokingly flirting with the others? ;)

Yes absolutely! Thanks for the request, nonnie ☺️

Warnings: language, allusions to sex, and degradation/praise.

Josh:

He watched you from across the room, where he was ‘networking’ flawlessly. Jake returned to your side with a drink in each hand. “Here you are, love,” he said as he passed you a glass. The pet name was innocent, usually, but you decided to take advantage of it this time, in hopes that you could convince Josh to take you home. You reached over and touched Jake’s shoulder, squeezing gently as you smiled.

“I’m gonna pretend to flirt with you, mostly because I’m bored, but also because your other half is watching me like a hawk and—” you began, but Jake finished the thought for you.

“And you know if we rile him up, he won’t be able to get you home fast enough,” he giggled as he spoke, but he stepped closer, already joining in on your fun. You knew it didn’t matter what the two of you said since your boyfriend couldn’t hear you, but Jake was always game to play along, and for that you’d always be grateful. “Watch this,” he added with a smirk, stepping closer, letting your hips touch as he rested his hand on your lower back. He kept his eyes on you, trailing them down the plunging neckline of your dress before tossing back the rest of his drink. Within seconds, Josh had swooped in, separating you from his twin and dragging you towards the door. He pinned you against the wall, kissing your neck as he used his body to hold you in place.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, but you’re mine, aren’t you, baby?” His voice had dropped an octave, and the way his breath warmed your skin when he whispered against your ear had you trembling. You nodded wordlessly, chasing his lips with your own, trying to capture a kiss. He caught your chin with one hand and continued, “My pretty baby…I think I’ll take you right here. Would you like that?” You nodded again and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you’ve been misbehaving? You wanted me to fuck you like a slut here at the party didn’t you?” You didn’t even need to respond this time. He smiled wickedly as he opened the door beside you, finding an empty broom closet. Your breath hitched as you both stepped inside and the lock clicked behind you.

Jake:

One night, the guys came over to hang out, and despite all the fun, it felt never ending. Jake, Josh and Danny were all focused on each other and a sudden inspiration to write, and try as you might, you couldn’t peel Jake away. You spied Sam in the kitchen mixing drinks, and a devious plan clouded your mind. “Hey, Sammyyyyy,” you smiled as you leaned your elbows against the island counter across from him.

“Hey there, pretty,” he smiled back. “Do a shot with me,” he held up a freshly poured shot of tequila. You smirked and grabbed the salt, sprinkling some in the dip of your collarbone. Sam’s eyes went wide, but he licked his lips as he stepped forward. You held your hair to the side and craned your neck, allowing him easier access to lick the salt from your skin. He tossed back his shot and chased it with a lime slice. “Your turn,” he grinned, but you could see the pink in his cheeks. You glanced over to Jake, but he didn’t appear to be watching. Time to kick it up a notch maybe? You reached out and took Sam’s left hand, carefully pouring a bit of salt across the length of his index finger. His mouth fell open when you took his finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue to gather all the salt before releasing it and downing your own shot of tequila. You tried not to make a face as you sucked the lime chaser. “Fuck,” he muttered in amazement. You saw him quickly look over to Jake in almost panic, only for a wave of relief to wash over him when he didn’t see him looking. You tried pretending to loudly laugh at Sam’s joke, which keyed him in to your plan. “Oh fuck off, y/n! Just go talk to him..” he grumbled before turning and walking away. Whoops.

You took a deep breath and followed Sam’s suggestion, finally fed up with the game and determined to go get the attention you were craving so desperately. You sauntered over to where Jake sat on the couch, and perched yourself on the armrest beside him. “You done playing your little game, yet? I think you hurt Sammy boy’s feelings,” Jake said smugly as he sat his guitar down and pulled you into his lap instead. You pouted, not wanting to admit he was right. He wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. “Oh, kitten, you should know by now that won’t work,” he still sounded condescending, but he had lowered his voice to a whisper, just for you. “If you want daddy’s attention, all you have to do is ask..” he purred against the shell of your ear and you could feel his length hardening beneath you. “Meet me in our bedroom,” he commanded softly as he ghosted his fingers up your thigh. “I’ll fuck you like I’m jealous if that’s what you need, love,” he pushed you to your feet with a smile on his face, and quickly covered his hard on with his guitar. You narrowed your eyes at him and he wiggled his brows in response, cocking his head to the side and wordlessly sending you to your room.

Danny:

You didn’t get jealous often, but seeing all these beautiful girls giggling and hugging him was bothering you more than you’d expected. “You good, mama?” Josh asked, after his turn was over. You scoffed a laugh and shrugged. You overheard Danny complimenting one of the girls over their low cut shirt, and you lost it. The competitive and spiteful side of you took over, and you took this opportunity to scoot closer to Josh, batting your eyelashes at him as you smiled.

“I’m better now,” you purred, and Josh looked puzzled. “Will you walk with me to get drinks? I won’t be able to carry them all,” you asked gingerly, playing into Josh’s love of helping people. He smiled and agreed, walking beside you towards the concession stand. You playfully bumped into his side, causing him to laugh as his hands caught your waist. You turned to see Danny eyeing you both across the expanse of the bowling alley.

When you and Josh returned with a couple of buckets of imported beer and a pitcher of whatever was on draft, you saw that it was your turn. You picked up your ball from the rack, and took a deep breath when you felt a presence behind you. “Y/n,” he placed a hand on either hip as he stepped closer behind you. “Was someone jealous?” You could hear the smile in his voice and you groaned, trying to twist around to see his face. He held firm, draping himself over your shoulders now as he peppered kisses down your jaw and neck. “I saw you flirting with, Josh,” he admitted between kisses, “and I did get jealous for a moment…until I realized what I’d done.” You leaned into his chest, breathing in the scent of him as his curls tickled the back of your neck. “You’re the only girl for me, y/n, and I’ll prove it when we get back home,” you turned to see him smirking down at you, lighting a fire within you. “I mean, after I whoop your ass at bowling,” his smile widened as he backed away, slapping your ass before he jumped back out of your reach.

Sammy:

After shows, Sam typically gravitated to you, and you loved how clingy he got. You were lounging on the couch in the green room waiting on him to shower, but he was taking longer than normal. Danny came back first and plopped down beside you. “Hey, y/n,” he grinned as he leaned forward, combing through his wet curls.

“Let me braid your hair please,” you whined, causing him to laugh. He obliged, turning to face away from you and scooting back to be closer to you. You placed a hand on either of his shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Daniel Wagner, have you been working out?” You feigned surprise as you leaned forward to see his face light up. He giggled and touched your hand resting on his shoulder.

“Only while I’m playing drums,” he shook his head before you started to french braid his damp hair. You heard the door click, and saw Sam walk in out of the corner of your eyes. He sat down in the chair beside you and pulled out his phone. “I can’t tell if these new muscles help or hurt my golf game, though,” he snorted, throwing his head back laughing.

“Oh, I’m sure these help,” you trailed a hand down to his bicep, squeezing gently as you beamed at him. You half expected Sam to chime in or to get annoyed, but you got no reaction. You finished the braid and placed your hand in the middle of Danny’s back to push him out of your lap. “Your turn, Sammy?” You asked expectantly. He wordlessly moved seats and kept scrolling his phone as you began braiding his wet hair.

“I’m gonna go check on the twins, yell if you need anything,” Danny announced before disappearing out the door.

“Did you not see me flirting with Danny?” You asked in a moment of annoyance. He put his phone down and twisted to face you.

“Is that what that was?” His smile widened and he placed a hand on your thigh. You narrowed your eyes at him. “I was just waiting on you to invite him back to our room,” he shrugged and you couldn’t quite tell if he was kidding or not.

“Are you serious or…” you trailed off in confusion, and you were brought back to reality with a soft kiss.

“Anything for you, babe,” he booped your nose and smiled before turning away to let you finish the braid, still confused.

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