i started listening to TAZ! (i’m about 5647892 years late to this party, as always) but boi do i love it! holy crap
i just finished ‘moonlighting’, but i’ve been wanting to draw this part from ‘here there be gerblins’ for a while now. (it’s from when they exited the jerk off tunnel and are about to fight that blob thing) it didn’t turn out like i wanted it to, but it’s still pretty so i’m posting. might redraw it later though!
“For what? Not helping me with the table or being a dick to me the last month?” Y/N snaps, grabbing a fist full of his shirt.
Harry presses his lips in a line, he’s trying his hardest not to laugh. Y/N didn’t seem like the type to swear and she looked cute when she got mad. Her nose would flare in anger and she would let out an annoyed sigh. Her hand moved from his shirt to his arm and she gripped it tightly (and Harry felt like maybe, just maybe, it was supposed to hurt him).
“You’re cute when you’re mad,” Harry chuckles.
“And you’re cute when you’re not a fucking asshole,” Y/N retorts.
Harry laughs, his grip on her tighten slightly as he lets out a huge and loud laugh, “oi! What was that for?” he asks when he feels a sting on his arm.
“For being mean to me the last month, what did I do?” Y/N asks.
“Yeh did nothing,” Harry says, and he feels Y/N’s hand smack his arm again, “okay-fuck, you’re strong for such a little thing,” he grumbles, “I heard you talking about me to the rest, laughing, saying you would never date me-oi! That’s the last one you get, next one, I leave you here and you can hop all the way up the path on your own.”
Harry works at a summer camp where he really hates kids and people, but Y/N is an exception.
AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS I FINALLY FINISHED A V BIG PROJECT
Tales from the Borderlands playing cards
It’s funny cuz I’m pretty much 60% out of the fandom. Damn. BUT I’M SO PROUD OF THEM and I might sell them in the future if many people would want them. Keep in mind they might get expensive.. cuz printing and shipping is horribly pricey.
yeah, well, you know, as thrilling as the next adventure might be, in the end…you’re always left with that same feeling. sometimes you gotta…choose what you’re gonna keep and…and what you’re gonna let go.
“My head is pounding”, you whined and you swore it was
like ten axes were inside your skull and wanted you dead in a matter of
seconds. It was the worst headache you’ve ever had and you didn’t have the slightest
idea why it was like that. You weren’t hangover. On the contrary, you had a
blissful night in with your boyfriend, and nothing peculiar had happened for
you to feel that way. So, this situation only left you with unanswered questions.
“Still bad?”, your sister asked you and you flinched
at the volume of her voice. She was speaking naturally, but your headache made
it feel like she was shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Please keep your voice down, you are killing me”, you
said and your sister got up to touch your forehead. With that simple gesture
she had her answers.
“Well, it looks like you are coming down with a cold
Y/N”, she said seriously and you shivered. You hated being sick and that was
the last thing you wanted. It was still summer and you would spend your days
drinking that prescribed syrup along with eating those disgusting soups. Apart from
that, you didn’t want to force Harry to stay in with you. He would like to go
out or have a nice time at the park but he would have to take care of nauseas and
fevers. It was just unfair for him.
“No this can’t be happening”, you complained and your
sister placed her hands on her hips. She was trying not to laugh at your state
but she didn’t do a good job at hiding it. She burst out giggling and you threw
a cushion at her, hitting her directly at the head.
“I guarantee you it hurt”, your sister ironically said
and she went to the kitchen. She had to leave in some minutes but she couldn’t
leave you behind like that all alone. So she phoned Harry.
“Harry speakin’, who’s this?”, he said through the
speaker and your sister whispered.
“Hi Harry, it’s me, Y/S/N. Just wanted to let you know
that Y/N might be coming down with a cold. She already has a fever and-“, she
was interrupted by you screaming that you wanted to vomit and she corrected her
“Scratch that. She has a fever and she has started
vomiting already. I have to go in some minutes so I thought I needed to fill
you in”, your sister finished and she heard shuffling at the other end of the
“Be right there in five. Try to calm her a bit yeah? Thank
yeh Y/S/N”, he said and hung up. Your sister came into the bathroom, where you
were brushing your teeth, to get rid of the ugly taste.
“Thank God mom is not here”, your sister joked and
your eyes widened at her statement. Your mom overreacted over the simplest of
things. When you or your sister were ill, she would just call the doctor every
single hour to inform him of your condition and she made sure you had all the
medicine you needed. You appreciated her caring, but it would be too much
“Don’t even joke about it. It is unhealthy”, you wiped
your mouth with the towel and followed your sister in the living room where you
both sat down on the couch.
“Y/N, I really need to go. Jason wants to go pick up a
gift for his mother’s birthday and I can’t miss it. Promise me you won’t go
around spilling soup”, she pleaded and you flipped her off.
“I will be dead in a matter of hours so no soup is
going to be all over the place”, you answered and your sister sighed. You had
the tendency to overreact when you were sick and no one could handle that. Your
“Okay I am going to start preparing your funeral then”,
and that had always been her answer since day one. You and your sister had a
weird kind of relationship. You would go on and compliment each other but you
would flip each other off whereas when you would offend each other you would
hug and bro fist one another. People were always confused.
“Say hi to Jason”, you tried to say before rushing to
the bathroom to empty your stomach for the second time that day.
“Be sure I will”, your sister said more to herself
than to you and got into her car, ready to go meet her boyfriend. Speaking of a
boyfriend, Harry was on his way and he had tried to contact you but you hadn’t
used your phone that day meaning it was still turned off. When he stepped foot
in the house, he stopped himself from calling your name when he saw you curled
up on the sofa, tissues all over you and your restless face giving away your
exhaustion and pain.
“Meh poor girl”, he said and kicked off his shoes
before making his way to you. You had grabbed a blanket from your room and had
it wrapped around you. You were practically like a sneezing ball. Your head
perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and when you saw Harry,
you snuggled closer to the blanket.
“Don’t get closer Harry, you will be sick too”, you cried
out, but your voice came out muffled because of the blanket. Harry kept coming
towards you nonetheless and he kneeled in front of you.
“This isn’t gonna stop meh love. How many times have
yeh run to the bathroom?”, he softly asked you and you melted at his voice. He was
trying to soothe you and it worked pretty well.
“Twice so far. But there’s more coming I tell you”,
you said and leaned your head backwards. You wanted to sleep and Harry quite
“Okay tell yeh what. I will go upstairs and ran yeh a
bath. Yeh will relax and I will call the doctor to tell meh what to do with meh
sick girl. Sounds okay?”, he said and he picked you up bridal style. You found
the opportunity to lean against his warm chest and breathe in his scent. You could
stay there, in his arms, for an eternity and there was no lie in this
When you entered your bedroom, he gently placed you on
the bed, and he disappeared in the bathroom to set the right temperature for
your bath. You placed your head on your pillow and sleep started taking over when
Harry reappeared from inside the bathroom and scooped you up.
“No sleep yet baby. Your bath is waitin’ fo’ yeh”, he
said and placed you in front of the bathroom door.
“Yeh go in there and treat yourself whereas I talk to
the doctor alright?”, he turned to leave but you stopped him. You knew it would
be better if he was there to take care of you. He always did. And he was so
good at it.
“Mind if I change the plans a bit?”, you innocently
asked and Harry grinned.
“Tell meh babygirl”, he indicated for you to go on.
“Why don’t you take a shower with me? If there’s
someone who can calm me, that’s you Harry”, you spoke and you were truthful. There
was no dirty intention in your proposal. You just wanted to relax with your
“Thought yeh never ask”, he said and slowly took your
clothes off, caressing the exposed skin he could find ever so softly, careful
not make you feel any more pain. He took his clothes off as well, and got into
the bathtub after you. You sat between his legs and he stated kissing your back
and neck, in a soothing manner, knowing you would feel slightly better. And he
was right. The water was perfect and Harry tried his best to take your mind of
off your sickness. He grabbed the shampoo and started massaging your scalp in
an attempt to calm you.
“Just what I needed. Thank you so much love”, you said
and closed your eyes, cherishing the feeling of Harry’s massaging skills. You started
scrubbing your body and Harry snatched the sponge from your hands.
“Nah ah. I will take care of yeh baby. Don’t yeh worry”,
he said, kissing your shoulder before he replaced some gel on the sponge. The water
was running by now, and you were lost in the purity of the moment. Harry always
wanted to make you feel good and he always said it was like a repayment for
what you had done for him all along. After some time, he water had run cold so
he took hold of your towel before wrapping it lovingly around your tired frame
before he did the same with his towel on him.
“Time fo’ pyjamas babe”, he smiled lazily and he moved
towards the closet, grabbing an old T-shirt of his and your favourite bottoms
with little bears imprinted on them. You had worn your undergarments already
and you were waiting for your pyjamas to be passed to you but Harry had other
“Let meh”, he stroked your arms, while he placed your
arms in front of you and put the shirt on you. He then, stroked your thighs and
legs gently, like you were going to disappear or like you were the most fragile
thing in the entire world. He made you feel loved. There was no denying in
that. When he was done, he kissed you passionately but you distanced yourself.
“Harry, I am sick!”, you said and he smiled.
“Did that stop meh back in the shower? Don’t mind meh
love. I am not that sensitive like yeh are”, he said and you tugged at his
“If that’s the case, cuddle me then”, you said and
yawned. Harry placed himself on the bed and you hugged him tightly, while he
played with your hair; just like you preferred it.
“I love you Harry”, you suddenly said and Harry smiled
in your hair.
“I love meh sick girl too”.
And just like that, you fell asleep, feeling secure in
his embrace and wishing that you could freeze time and stay like that for what
seemed like forever; in each others’ loving arms.
Ugh guys, this is so sweet. Where has Harry been all the times I was ill? Before I drag my whining ass away, let me thank that person for requesting this and making me die in the most gentle way possible. Requests are still open and I am waiting for your crazy ideas people! (P.S. Harry is treating us so well lately I can’t bear it!)
Prompt: Can you plz do a Jay (descendants x reader) where he tries to steal something from her after talking with her, but after walking away, he realized that she stole it back, plus she took his wallet, with cuteness AND FLUFF!!!! [PLEASE TAG ME CUZ I WANNA READ IT WHEN IT COMES OUT!!]
Note: I’m literally in love with Booboo Stewart rn, so expect lots more Jay fic haha. Also, I really like the pairing of Jay with Rapunzel/Eugene’s daughter, so…
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He was staring at her. Again. His dark eyes were fixed intently on her long golden hair. It was pulled into a long braid down her back. Her attention was focused on her current painting: the front of the castle.
“Earth to Jay?”
Carlos’ attempt to catch his friend’s attention was unsuccessful.
“What?” Jay replied, his eyes not leaving her focused form as her brush carved careful paths across the canvass in front of her.
“Just go ask her out, why don’t you?”
“Me? Ask her out? Are you kidding? She’s a princess! And I’m a-”
“Villain. So what?” Mal rolled her eyes. “I think people are over the whole ‘labels’ thing here anyway.”
“Yeah,” Evie smiled, thinking of Doug. “At least talk to her. You never know what might happen.”
“I don’t know…”
“Just go over there.” Carlos gave Jay a shove. He stumbled over towards her.
“Hello, Foxy…” an unfamiliar voice made itself known. Before you knew it, you were sharing your bench with a stranger. Well, he certainly wasn’t unattractive…broad shoulders gave way to defined biceps and shiny locks of raven hair flowed from the beanie that sat atop his head. “Name’s…Jay.”
“Oh, I know who you are.” He winked. You couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you officially.” He let his eyes wander across your unfinished painting. “Wow, you’re really good.”
“My mom taught me.” You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot she painted.” Jay nodded, pretending to remember while his fingers wandered elsewhere. His movements were quick, trained, and in seconds, he had one of your paintbrushes in his pocket and a proud smirk on his face.
“So…you’re Jafar’s son, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered. He looked a little hesitant. “Is that a problem?”
“Oh, not at all.” You told him. Your smile was reassuring. “My dad doesn’t exactly have the cleanest track record, you know…”
“Your dad is my hero,” Jay smirked. He couldn’t stop the words that followed. “But he’s nothing compared to you.”
“Well, you might be Jafar’s son, but I think you’ve got more charm than Aladdin.”
“Well, I don’t know about that…”
“I’ve gotta finish up my painting, but do you maybe wanna meet up for dinner?” You asked.
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“See you then.” You smiled as he walked off. As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled your paintbrush from the hiding spot behind your ear. His wallet had found a temporary spot in your purse. He would get it back…on your date tonight. Then maybe he would learn he couldn’t steal from a thief’s daughter. Eugene had taught you at a young age to be quick on your feet, and more importantly, to be quick with your hands.
Once Jay was a good distance away, he reached into his pocket to grab the paintbrush he had ‘borrowed’ and was quite surprised to find it was missing. Along with his wallet…
In its place was a note.
Nice try. My dad taught me a few things too. Don’t worry, your wallet will be returned, but I hope you learned your lesson.
See you at six. Don’t be late!
Mal took a peek over his shoulder and smirked.
“She played you like a fiddle.”
“No, she didn’t-”
“I like her already.”
Jay smiled and gazed off to where you were packing up your paints.
I guess this somehow inspired me to write a very, very VERY short story about it ? I never wrote anything short so like…Here. Why not. So I wrote this thing in about 5 minutes for fun really. Hum. Oh and thought I’d get Tim for once, cause he has so few moments with his mom in my fics, so here ! Hope you’ll like my silly little story :
It’s early in the evening when Tim enters the kitchen for a good cup of coffee, a well deserved one after a long and boring day at school.
You’re already there, reading a book while sipping slowly on a warm cup of tea. You’re too focused on your book to really realize that your son entered the room, and Tim can’t help but smile at himself about this.
He was pretty sure that, if a earthquake ever happened at the same time you were reading, you wouldn’t even notice it.
He walks around the kitchen counter and goes to you to plant a soft kiss on your cheek and…That makes you react.
You turn your head towards him at the speed of light, startled, and you can see your son is trying to hold his laughter in. Little rascal.
He knows how engrossed in a book you can get, and he knows how it always scares you when someone touches you while you’re that focused on it. It’s like someone suddenly came into the World you locked yourself in, and pulled you out by force. Uh. You hated jump scares.
But oh, it’s your boy, and you can’t be mad at him for something that small really, and so you smile back, ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek too.
-Coffee’s ready, my maternal intuition told me you’d be here around that time, seeking caffeine, and I made a pot when I arrived. It’s still warm.
He smiles some more, and chuckles a bit at your “maternal intuition” thing. It was an inside joke you had with your boys.
They were often impressed that you’d just know things. Sometimes it was a skill they had no idea you had, and if they asked you where you learned how to do “that thing that just blew their mind”, you’d tell them : “I read it in a book” (though the day you told them you learned how to do backflips and such by reading from a book, they realized you were just messing with them).
But sometimes, they were completely stunned that you’d know something about them, like the exact time they would wake up, what they needed in that moment to feel better, or the fact that they skipped school that same afternoon and made sure no one could call you or their dad…Then you’d tell them : “It’s my maternal intuition…And you’re grounded for skipping school”).
Looking over at the coffee pot, Tim smiles at you and goes to…Take the pot. He knew he was going to drink more than one cup, so why bother getting a mug out ? Drinking straight from the pot will do just fine.
You look at him as he comes to sit in front of you and roll your eyes. He just shrugs his shoulder at you, and raise an eyebrow.
You probably should tell him something about drinking too much coffee, but then, that ridiculously smart boy would find perfect arguments about why he needs that much coffee to survive, and you’d just get frustrated…So you just smile at him knowingly.
Besides, he wasn’t as smart as he thought, and probably should have wondered more why you weren’t fighting THAT much about his coffee consumption…There were a reason really, you always made sure to be the one that made his pot of coffee.
It was decaffeinated.
You smiled at the thought of your son being completely oblivious to that, as you look at him drinking his coffee, eyes lost somewhere behind you.
It was a talent, really, how Tim could disconnect from reality and just stare blankly at something without really looking at it…however, he wasn’t completely like you and your books on that subject. If someone talked to him (and he wanted to answer, or he’d just ignore and stare some more), or if someone, like right now, was looking at him intently like you were doing it, then he would snap out of his haze and react.
-What is it mom ?
-Oh nothing my boy, I was just…Admiring you.
-What ? I’m not allowed to look at my beautiful son ?
-Oh come on Timmy, it’s just the two of us right now, we’re not in public, let me tell you out loud how much I love you.
Tim couldn’t help but smile.
It was a regular occurrence, you almost “fangirling” over him and his brothers (and his dad, and even Alfred). Telling them how great you thought they were, how much you loved them and all.
Of course you exaggerated things on purpose, acting like a proper groupie…And sometimes, the worst of them all, you’d do it publicly. Right before dropping them to school for example, just to embarrass them.
But hey, all of your sons would be lying if they said it didn’t make them feel better about themselves, and they would actually be sad if you ever stopped telling them such things…Besides, they loved you a lot too, and would fanboy over you more often than not, without even noticing they were doing it (though the worst of them all would be their father…Oh my God your Broosh would fanboy over you so bad that sometimes, even you would blush).
To be honest in this family, everyone was impressed with each other, and though some would never admit it (*cough* Damian and Tim *cough*), it was what made your family so close to each other, what made you all know that you’d never be alone, even in your hardest time. And all because of you. All because of your support and your openness to tell them what you feel about them, making them feel like it’s ok to talk about their emotions openly too and etc etc.
Tim was thinking about that when something caught his attention. You were about to go back to your book but before, you needed to stretch and yawn. Loudly. With your mouth completely opened. And…
Something new that he never noticed before. He was SURE that if it wasn’t there before, at least a few months ago. He clearly remembers seeing you laugh with your mouth open and this wasn’t there (oh Tim and his incredible and a bit creepy memory). He raises an eyebrow and before you start reading again says :
-Really ? A tongue piercing ?
You raise your head once more to look at him and shrug, not even bothering answering him. Yes. You have a tongue piercing. You got it two months ago. You always wanted one when you were younger, but never had the money to actually do…And when you talked about it to Bruce he encouraged you to get one like, “do whatever you want my love”.
And that’s what you did, because yes, you still wanted a tongue piercing. Why not ? You still loved them. So you just shrug at your son and take your book, but of course, as you suspected, he isn’t done. Though you’re pretty sure he’ll regret ever talking more very soon. He says :
-Mom, like, how old are you ? Tongue piercing are for teenagers…
-Excuse me Tim but I don’t think teenagers do what I do to your father with my tongue piercing.
-They d…Wait what ? …Oh…OH ! …Gross…
-You asked for it boy.
And here it was. He tried to be witty with his mom and it came right back in his face. He should know though, that he could never win against you. Suddenly, his pot of coffee didn’t seem that appetizing, and with a last “Ew” look to you, he left. Besides, you’re smug expression was infuriating and the way you childishly stick your tongue out at him ? Oh when you wanted, you could get under his skin just fine.
-Did you know mom has a tongue piercing ?
Tim asks his brother, that same night, as they’re all getting ready before their night patrol. It’s their father’s night off, and he and you already came to “kiss them good night” and tell them to be careful…and that’s good. That it’s Bruce’s night off. It means Tim can talk about your piercing without fearing any comments from their dad trying to gross them out.
Jason turns to Tim and, his eyebrows raised and his mouth curled down, says :
-I didn’t know, but, cool.
Dick nods in agreement as he laces his boots, and even Damian doesn’t seem to care much. Tim continues :
-Are you serious guys ? Mom got her tongue pierced and you don’t even care !
Damian turns to his older brother and just says :
-I just hope it didn’t hurt her too much. But really, it would explain why she only ate soup for a while a few months ago.
Tim facepalms himself and…but of course, why did he not notice that ?!
-So all of you are cool with this ?
They all shrug, and Dick says :
-I mean, she’s a grown up, she can choose for herself, if she wanted a tongue piercing, why wouldn’t she get one ?
-Yeah no I agree with that, I don’t mean like I…I’m…Ok honesty time. I don’t care about the piercing. I don’t mind. But I tried to tease her about it and…
His brothers burst out in laughter before he can finish his sentence and, yes, but of course. Trying to be witty with their mom, to tease her, was very dangerous. You had quite the reputation to be the “Queen of wits and sarcasms” so of course, he should have known what was coming. Just thinking about what you might have told him send them reeling in laughter.
After a while, they finally stop and Tim, not even able to be vexed though he wants to, smiles and chuckles with them. Dick asks :
-So, what did she tell you ?
-Oh believe me my dear older brother, you don’t wanna know…You don’t wanna know…
But his words are enough to give them a hint at what you might have possibly told them and…”EWWWWWWWWWWWW”.
It’s stupid and bad , I don’t know why I wrote that haha. But I guess the idea made me laugh. Anyway. Here. The end.
Harry had just taken his seat next to Ron when Professor Snape swept through the door, his billowing black cloak bringing with it a cold wind that crept throughout the classroom. A shudder ran across the students, diminishing as it reached the Slytherins, who had grown adjusted to the piercing rush of the frigid air. Without a word, the greasy professor conjured a softly bubbling cauldron onto the surface of his desk.
“Today’s task,” he began in a slow drawl, “is to successfully brew the potion shown before you. I will not provide you with its name just yet, only the ingredients and instructions necessary to brew it.”
Just as those words left his mouth, pieces of parchment appeared in front of each student. Harry was a bit startled, as he had already begun to doze due to the sluggish pace of Snape’s speech. He adjusted his glasses and gave his hair a ruffle, leaning in to examine the page before him. After a bit of studying, he determined that it was a recipe of sorts, which was to be expected in a potions classroom. With a small sigh, he leaned back a bit on his stool and directed his attention back to the looming man before him.
“At the end of class, I will review your potions and reveal the name of the potion that you will have attempted to brew.” Harry let out another sigh at the professor’s emphasis on the word, “attempted,” which gave the impression that Snape didn’t really expect any properly brewed potions.
“Are there any questions?” the tall man finished. Immediately, Hermione, seated next to Pavarti, raised her hand, waving it about a bit in the air. Snape gave her a disdainful glance, and then proceeded to say, “Good. Now, begin brewing your potions.”
Hermione’s forehead wrinkled a bit in frustration, but she quickly shook it off, beginning to look over the parchment set before her. Just as the classroom began to spring back to life, Snape’s voice interrupted the commotion.
“Oh, I had almost forgotten.” he said with a sinister smile that made Harry grimace in disgust. “To add an element of challenge to your brewing, you will now be working with new partners.”
A collective groan echoed across the classroom. “Silence!” the slimy man demanded. “I will give you your partners now. Granger and Parkinson. Goldstein and Nott. Goyle and Brown. Weasley and Zabini. Longbottom and Crabbe. Potter and Malfoy-”
Harry immediately ceased listening after the dreaded words escaped Snape’s far-too-happy mouth. He dared a glance over at Malfoy, only to find the blond git glaring straight back at him. They engaged in a bit of a glare-off from across the room, until Harry was pulled out by a tap on his shoulder.
He looked up and was met with the chiseled face of Blaise Zabini. “Potter, if you don’t mind, I believe that I am Weasley’s new partner now.” the boy said with a slight smirk. Harry glanced over to Ron to find him positively green, and patted him on the shoulder with an unspoken “good luck” lingering in the air behind him as he regretfully made his way over to Malfoy’s table.
Harry kept his head down as he took his seat next to Malfoy, attempting to focus only on the parchment and not on the tall, pointy boy who seemed to be all angles next to him. Malfoy clearly wanted to ruin everything good in Harry’s life, taking it upon himself to break the tension-filled silence at their table.
“Potter, as much as I hate, and I mean absolutely despise, saying this, I think that we ought to work together, rather than fight over this.” At Harry’s incredulous look, he continued. “I would like a passing grade in this class, and I assume that you would as well. You’ve proven to have at least a bit of a brain hidden inside that abnormally large head of yours, so I think that if we… put aside our differences for the time begin, we will have a good chance of brewing this potion correctly.”
Harry continued to stare at Malfoy as if he had grown a third eye, and Malfoy, though tempted to now feel his forehead to ensure the absence of an abnormal growth, shoved down the urge and quickly continued. “Now, please do not let me lead you to believe that I doubt my own skills in potions brewing. No, quite the contrary, Potter. I do, however, doubt your ability to restrain yourself from wreaking havoc on my cauldron, so I think it would be best for us to work together, rather than against each other, for the time being.”
For a moment, Harry thought he saw a glimmer of hesitation in Malfoy’s eyes, but he quickly doubted himself as the grey eyes returned to normal. “Alright, Malfoy. Truce?” he said, with an extended hand.
Malfoy eyed the slightly calloused hand put before him, having a sense of déja-vu. “Truce.” he agreed, taking Harry’s hand and shaking it firmly. They both stared down at their hands between them for a moment, before quickly coming back to their senses and releasing their grasps, Malfoy clearing his throat and Harry rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well then, Potter,” Malfoy drawled, smirk returning to his pointed features. “Let’s get started.”
Harry took a deep breath and nodded, focusing his attention back to the parchment laid out in front of him. His eyes skimmed the words on the page, which might as well have been hieroglyphics, for he couldn’t understand the potions-language at all. Malfoy spared him an amused glance, and then decided to take pity on the other boy.
“Alright Potter, I’ll do the hard work, and you can be my second-in-command. Go ahead and fetch the ingredients on the list, will you?”
Harry didn’t bother arguing, and instead set off to the potions cupboard where various other students were gathering. Soon, he was walking back out with different jars and phials balanced in his arms and setting them on the table beside the cauldron Malfoy was currently heating with his wand.
The two boys worked in silence, with only the occasional request from Malfoy (Harry refused to refer to them as “commands,” since that made him sound like he was submitting to Malfoy). Soon enough, Harry was giving the potion a final stir, and Malfoy deemed it to be acceptable.
“Wow, Potter, I must admit that I’m surprised. We make quite the team when we aren’t talking to each other.” Harry responded with a lopsided grin, making Malfoy’s heartbeat speed up a bit, although he showed no sign of it on the outside.
“Yeah,” Harry replied. “Our potion smells great, too. Actually,” he continued, a small frown appearing on his face, “it kind of smells like… you.” Harry finished, looking up at Malfoy slightly, seeming almost embarrassed.
Malfoy wasn’t sure of how to react. “What do you mean, it smells like me?” Malfoy leaned down to the cauldron, lightly sniffing it. “What?” he murmured under is breath.
“What, what is it?” Harry inquired.
“Potter, this might be the oddest thing I’ve ever said to you before, so I apologize in advance. But, this potion sort of smells like you.”
Both boys looked at each other in confusion, and just as Harry drew in a breath to respond, Snape began speaking.
“Alright, that will be enough. It seems that most of you are finished, though you took quite a bit longer than I had expected.” The displeasure in Snape’s voice was clear. “We only have several minutes left in class, so I will study your potions afterwards. Now, though, I will tell you what potion you have all been brewing. It is known by the name of ‘Amortentia.’ Does anyone know what this potion’s purpose is?”
Hermione spoke up without being called upon. “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world, Sir. It causes one to fall in love with whoever has dosed them with it. Its smell is unique to each person, smelling of what each person loves most, sometimes objects and sometimes the person with whom they are in love.”
Harry didn’t hear Snape’s response, he was too busy trying to slow his breathing back to a normal pace as Hermione’s last words clicked into place in his mind. The words “sometimes the person with whom they are in love” echoed in his mind, and he subconsciously turned to Malfoy, who was sitting at his side.
Malfoy had a somewhat horror-stricken expression, and a flush was rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. Both he and Harry were startled out of their thoughts with a brief, “Class dismissed.” from Snape. They eyed each other warily, unmoving in the crowd of students packing up.
“Huh.” Harry said.
“Huh.” Malfoy echoed. “'Huh’ indeed. Well, Potter, it seems to me like we have a lot to discuss.”
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and that’s it! i’ve seen several amortentia prompts in my time on tumblr and i thought i’d provide y'all with my own take on it. i am by no means a writer, and this is the first thing i’ve ever written and released. so, here it is! feedback is appreciated :) btw, i’m posting this on mobile, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.
So I kept writing for that au I just posted… so… yeah (it’s longer than the first which is why I cut it off, sorry)
Red did not understand their new paladin. He had been so happy, so loud, so cocky and self assured before. They hadn’t stop to think that any of it had been a show. Blue had spoken so proudly of their paladin after all, had boasted and bragged as much as he had.
Red knew that Blue and their paladin had been even closer than they had been with Keith, even if they had unlocked their second weaponry first. Of course the switch would hurt, but Red did not expect this.
At first they had been angry with their new paladin. How dare he think that he was better than Red, that he didn’t have to open up to Red like Keith had to Black when he left, how he had to Blue before him. How dare Red let him in only to not be given the same treatment.
That anger did not last long, not towards Lance anyways.
There was a pain there. A pain that bled through their strained bond. It reminded Red of her fiery cub’s pain when he had found himself different and the Altean one had scorned him, ignored him. Red did not understand.
I’ve beeen working on this for a moment already but today I finally finished all and managed to post it aaaa I’m so tired now =W= but yeah! I’m going to post two separate posts too with these chibis so they’re separated in pairs.
Request: Could you do a smut with Harry Hook where reader is Moana’s daughter, who ran away after an argument with Audrey and she’s telling him about her mother’s run-in with the Kakamora, and after she’s done, some of them try to kidnap her, only for him to save her and let them know she’s his before taking her to his room and they go at it?
Audrey could really be a bitch sometimes. You had a silly argument and she ended up going too far. She loved bringing up that you’re not technically royalty. When she said that your mom, Moana, never did anything noteworthy that was the final straw. You burst out of Auradon Prep, not really sure where you were going. You ended up on the Isle in Ursula’s Fish & Chips.
You walked in but no one really noticed you. Even though you were “good” you were welcome there. Harry made sure of that. During the quest to rescue Ben, Harry caught you sneaking around on the ship. He never mentioned it to Uma. Instead he just kept you to himself for a few days. During those few days, you guys became friends. He’s now one of your most trusted friends, who you also happened to be in love with. You couldn’t spot him at any of the tables so you asked Gil where he was. “Oh, he’s on the ship. Below deck somewhere,” answered Gil. You thanked him and raced down towards the docks.
You found him sitting at a desk downstairs staring intently at a map. You knew better than to sneak up on him so you knocked. He lifted his head and his face lit up. “Y/n! What brings you here, love?” he implored with a giant smile on his face. The smile you had come to love. “I had a fight with Audrey,” you replied sadly. “Oh, are you alright, dear?” he asked carefully. You nodded, but Harry knew you better than that. “What did she say?” he asked gently pulling you closer to him so that you were practically sitting on his lap. “She said I wasn’t really royalty, and that my mom never did anything important,” you mumbled not meeting his eyes. He sighed loudly. “Now, princess you know that’s not true. I’ve heard you tell plenty of stories about things your mom did. What was that one about those little monsters with that huge ship? The Kaka…something?” he trailed off. “The Kakamora,” you finished for him. He nodded. “Yeah, those things terrify me. Mom says that there might even be some around here. She thought she recognised their ship on the island docks the other day,” you stated. “Yeah, Uma’s dealt with them before. She told the crew that if we ever come across them that we should kill them on the spot,” he informed you. “I hope I never have to see them, they terrify me,” you murmured not really wanting Harry to hear how scared you were. But, he did. “It’s okay, darling. I’ll protect you,” he joked. You lightly slapped him on the shoulder. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Harry asked suddenly. You shrugged. “You could stay here with me,” he offered. You blushed at the thought of sharing a bed with Harry. “If it’s not too much trouble,” you retorted. He shook his head. “No trouble at all, it would be my pleasure. I just have a few errands to run for Uma. Do you want to come?” he asked. You nodded and followed him above deck.
When you got there however, there was another ship docked that looked an awful lot like the one your mom described. You immediately grabbed onto Harry’s arm. His eyes met yours and you had a nonverbal conversation. He drew his sword and told you to stay on the ship. He stepped onto the docks to investigate the strange ship. Suddenly, several Kakamora surrounded you. Harry spun around and raced towards you. It was a dozen Kakamora against one hook-handed pirate. They lunged at him but he was quicker, he sliced them all in two. There were about four left now, still restraining you. They made jarring clicking sounds to which Harry responded with; “You will not touch her, ever again. I’ll eliminate any and everyone of you that tries to hurt her. She’s mine!” He spoke with such anger the Kakamora cowered. In the blink of an eye he had destroyed them all. Before you could even process what had just happened Harry wrapped his arms around you giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.
He lead you back to his room mumbling something about; “Screw errands.” Your mind was racing, you had almost been kidnapped by the Kakamora. But, Harry saved you and said that you were his. What did he mean? You didn’t want to jump to any conclusions so you asked him as soon as you were in his room. “What did you mean when you told the Kakamora that I was yours?” you muttered sitting down on his bed. He smiled softly, crouching down in front of you. He took your hands in his lightly rubbing your skin with his thumbs. “I meant what I said, y/n. You’re mine,” he stated. He got back up and took off his red leather jacket. Your eyes couldn’t help but drift to his toned biceps. You were practically drooling when your eyes met his. He’d just caught you staring. “I’m guessing that by the way you’re drooling over me, you don’t object to being mine,” he said confidently. Hearing him talk about you as his gave you a boost of confidence too. “Well, I don’t remember you claiming me as yours,” you teased.
He basically pounced on you, smashing your lips together. It wasn’t long before he deepened the kiss. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged on it slightly. He groaned into your mouth sending heat pooling to your core. His hands left your waist traveled down to your butt squeezing it and dragging you onto his lap. Your core brushed against his length making you gasp. His hands never left your butt kneading it as he brought your hips down onto him. You were grinding on his lap and you had to bite your lip, determined not to let a noise slip out. You ducked your head into his neck biting down to muffle a groan. He bucked his hips and whispered into your ear; “If we keep doing this I’m not going to last much longer.” You giggled and took off your shirt and bra. His smile widened at the newly exposed skin. Before he could do anything your hands were tugging at the hem of his ripped shirt. He lifted it over his head tossing it aside. You pushed him down onto the bed attaching your lips to his jaw. You slowly traced kisses down his neck, taking your time to suck marks into his collarbones. You kissed lower and lower until you were at the waistband of his pants. You unzipped them achingly slow and palmed him through his underwear. He growled and flipped you over onto your back. He held your wrists to the bed with one of his hands and whispered tenderly against your skin; “No, no, no, baby girl. You’re the one who’s getting spoiled tonight. I’m going to treat you like royalty. Just relax for me okay.” He got off the bed and took off his gloves and his hook making you giggle. “What’s so funny, darling?” he asked almost darkly. “I just think it’s funny that you have a fully functional hand but you still carry around that hook,” you quipped. “It’s for the aesthetic,” he said pulling you to the foot of the bed by your ankles.
“Hips up,” he ordered and you complied. He pulled off your pants along with your panties leaving you completely bare. As if sensing your self awareness he took off all of his clothes too. Now that you were both naked, he took his place between your legs. He dipped his head to suck on your clit making you cover your mouth with your hands. He grabbed your hands moving them to his hair saying; “That’s not where they belong, princess. Now come on, I want to hear those beautiful moans. By the end of the night I’ll have you screaming my name.” A loud gasp left your mouth at his words. He returned his mouth to your heat licking a stripe up your folds. Without warning he thrusted two fingers into you making you groan loudly. “That’s right, love. That’s what I want to hear,” he said against you clit. The vibrations made you shiver and you squirmed under Harry’s touch. Your hands tugged at his hair making him groan against you once more. He added a third finger and you cried out his name. He sped up his actions and was now thrusting his fingers into so fast all you could do was moan his name and grip onto his hair.
Before you could reach your high he removed his fingers and you whined. “Sorry, princess. The fun just started I don’t want you to finish already,” he murmured. He repositioned you on the bed so that you were straddling his hips. He took your hands in his and intertwined your fingers and you slowly pushed yourself down onto his length. You both moaned at the feeling of him being inside of you. You went down as far as you could and rolled your hips. You circled your hips slowly teasing Harry. You could tell his patience was wearing thin and you were waiting for him to snap. When he did he grabbed your hips and thrusted up into you deeply. He kept thrusting up into you roughly and all you could do was moan his name over and over again. “That’s right, princess. Keep saying my name. Louder! So everyone can hear. I’m gonna fuck you so hard my name will be the only thing you can remember,” he growled.
He flipped you onto your back and ruthlessly pounded into you. “Harry, yes! Oh, fuck!” you screamed. “That’s right, princess!” he grunted. You started trailing sloppy kisses down his neck and shoulders. You left several marks on his chest and arms, just marking your territory. With one particularly deep thrust you felt your walls clench around Harry’s dick as you came. “Harry…. Harry!” Was all that slipped out of your mouth. Your orgasm triggered his and he grunted; “Who do you belong to, princess?” “You!” you moaned. “You’re mine,” he said. You felt him spill into you then he pulled out. “All yours,” you whispered.
He flopped down next to you, the two of you catching your breath together. When you calmed down you rolled onto your side facing him and he did the same. He ran his fingers through your hair lazily as you just talked about nonsense. Your fight with Audrey long forgotten. The next morning when Gil was sent to wake Harry up, he came in but didn’t have the heart to. He saw you and Harry laying peacefully and went above deck to tell Uma that Harry wasn’t feeling well. Needless to say, you and Harry spent the rest of the day in bed, mostly sleeping….
Me: *has 30 requests I need to write, a play to finish, and exams to study for*
Also Me: Eh, why not write something literally no one asked for. Hey guys,
remember that stuffed turtle I bought way back? Yeah, so do I. Anyway, I kinda
smushed a request into this one a little bit. Tried to. Anyway, fluff for my
favorite hothead. I might have some Leo coming up later too, so keep your eyes
Raph. Was. So. Bored. But it was day, so he
couldn’t leave the lair, and you were at school anyway so he didn’t really have
anywhere to go. And so therefore, he was lifting weights, as usual. Needless to
say, he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice so soon.
“Boo!” You sprang into his makeshift gym.
“(Y/N)? Don’t ya have school today?”
“Skipped.” You answered, dropping down onto
the large pillow in the corner of the room. Your reading nook. Raph’s eyes
“Woah, we got a badass over here.” He
“Kidding. Half-day. Exams.” You laughed.
“I’m a goody-two-shoes. We both know that.”
“Heh, right.” He chuckled. “So what’cha
doin’ here? Don’t ya got better things to do than hang out in the sewers?”
“Nah.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d pay my
best friend a visit.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “Well, as you can see, not
much is goin’ on down here.”
“Do you have patrol tonight?”
“Do you maybe want to come over to my place
and watch a movie?”
“Yeah, sure. What’s on the docket tonight,
“What’s that about?”
“You’ll see.” You smiled innocently. “So
are you in?”
“I don’t see why not.” But what he didn’t say
was: I would watch paint dry if it was with you.
After dark, you waited in your room for
Raph’s tapping on your window. Soon enough, he arrived and lumbered inside the
window that was just barely big
enough for the massive muscular turtle.
“(Y/N), ya here?”
“In the kitchen making popcorn!” You
called. “Stay in there I’ll be out in a minute!”
“All right.” He looked around your room.
Everything was set up, the movie’s menu playing on the screen. He sat down on
your bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. It was then that he noticed
something sitting there. It was a medium-sized stuffed turtle. But that wasn’t
all. It had a red bandana tied around its eyes. Raph’s cheeks suddenly matched his
mask. He held it in his large hands, still not able to believe this was
something that was sitting on your bed. Something you…slept with.
And in that instant, he imagined you,
curled up in your sleep. Curled up in his huge arms. He pictured the sleepy
breaths and quiet mumbles, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you against
his plastron, to bury his face in your soft skin and kiss away all of your
He was in love with you.
Shit, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? You
had been in front of him all along, and he had never…he had never felt this
way. No, maybe he had. The days you wore your red t-shirt or the turtle charm
that sometimes dangled around your neck. He liked to imagine you were his. He
wished you were.
He wanted to hold your hand and hold you
close, and God, he wanted to kiss your lips. Your soft human lips. Usually when
he looked at his reflection, he could never imagine anyone loving him. He could
never imagine anyone calling him theirs. But this turtle had changed
everything, his entire outlook on love had shifted after spending two minutes
in your room.
You opened the door, a large bowl of
popcorn tucked under your arm and your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You
weren’t wearing make-up, but you had never looked more gorgeous.
“What’s this?” he couldn’t stop the words
from falling out of his mouth. Now your face
“Oh, um, that’s my…um…” you sighed. “He
just makes me feel safe, you know, when I’m asleep.”
“Yeah.” You replied.
“So…” a ghost of a smile pulled at his
scarred lips. “I make ya feel safe.”
“Yes.” You nodded and awkwardly walked over
to the bed. “You do.”
“What are ya scared of?” he asked quietly
as you sat down beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
you.” You mumbled.
“Losing you.” Your whisper was slightly
louder this time.
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I promise.” His
giant green finger turned your chin to face him. His eyes were soft and
earnest. “Listen, I uh…” his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his
chest and run down the street. “I might be all rough on the outside, but uh, ya
make me wanna be soft…for ya. And I just wanna protect ya. Because you’re so
small and I’m so big, and if anything ever hurt ya…I
don’t know what I’d do.”
There was a long silence. You stared at him
for a long time, trying to find the words.
“I know that’s a lot to dump on ya. I’m
sorry, I know you probably…I’m a turtle and you’re…I’m sorry I’ll just-”
“I love you.” You blurted, heart racing. “I
don’t know for how long I have, but I do. A lot. I can’t explain it. You just
make everything feel right. You make me feel safe.” You poked the plushie.
“Even if it’s just this.”
“You don’t need it to keep ya safe. Not
anymore. I’ll, uh…I’ll keep ya safe. I promise.” There was a long moment of
silence. Raph slowly reached out, pulling you into his arms and onto his lap.
You curled into his plastron and exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “So…what’s the
“A big rough red guy who falls in love with
a human girl.” You replied quietly. Raph chuckled.
basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉
so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.
they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.
right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥
Me: hey there guys this is Snow and the cast form the Bendy Quest AU and…
Boris in background: HEY WHAT ABOUT ME!
Me: ok Bendy AND Boris Quest AU and this is basically an…
Cup in background: HEY AND WHAT ABOUT ME!
Mugs in background: us
Cup in background: YEAH I MEAN US!
Me: WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE F*CK UP AND LET ME FINISH
Me: as I was saying this is my version where instead of the cast actually living the Quest life its actually just something like a T.V. series. So this is as it says the behind the scenes and off set AU of @thebbros but there not the same so Don’t Kill Or Hate Meh Plez thank you *turns around* anything you guys want to add
All: *yell* ASK US QUESTIONS PLEASE
Bendy: we get so bored
Cup: so ask us anything we don’t care
Mugs: I might
Me: whatever Mugs *turns back* alright see yah later
His father gave it to him on his 15th birthday (or 85th, depending on how one looked at it, but Nico agrees that time is a man-made construct and ignores it) and told him, quite bluntly, “This is all I have left of our time with Maria.”
Maria. Nico’s Mama.
So of course, Nico took The Box and shoved it under his bed with his feelings and the rest of the other junk Nico didn’t feel like compartmentalizing in his brain on a day-to-day basis. And there The Box stayed for a whole year; until Will decided that his boyfriend needed to be introduced to the concept of Spring Cleaning.
With a feather duster in one hand and multi-purpose cleaner in the other, Will invited himself into Cabin 13 and set to work. Nico had long ago learned not to get in his boyfriend’s way.
Bookshelves were dusted, counters wiped down, boxes emptied and moved around. And then Will got to Nico’s bedroom, and discovered The Box.
“You want to go through this one, hon?” Will called to his boyfriend, who was currently in the kitchenette, getting them cold drinks.
“Probably,” Nico called back, “don’t touch my stuff.”
Will disregarded him and touched his stuff anyways. He dusted off the top of the box and found the words “Niccólo di Angelo: 19XX- ” written in neat, Palmer-method cursive. The cardboard lid creaked when Will cracked The Box open.
“Ohmygods are THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES?!” Will was exclaiming before he could reel in his emotions. Nico appeared, quite literally out of the shadows, with two tall glasses of iced tea in his hands and a frown on his face.
“Oh,” he said, “you opened it.”
“Was I not supposed to?” Will asked, ready to apologize about the interference of personal space. Nico only shrugged, “It’s fine I guess, I just never have. It’s all the stuff my dad had left from his time with my mom.”
Will picked up the first photo on the top of the stack of papers in The Box. It was Nico and Bianca, maybe about two and four respectively, seated on the front stoop of a Venetian town house with only semi-serious expressions on their faces. It took Will a minute to realize that the man sitting between them was actually the Lord of the Underworld.
“It’s weird, seeing your dad…”
“So normal looking?” Nico finishes for him, “yeah, I know. It freaks me out when he and Persephone sometimes go to Starbucks in Santa Monica together.”
Will giggled, “You were a cute kid, though.”
“Are you saying I’ve only gotten less cute?” Nico asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Of course not,” Will answered, “You’re like a fine wine, better with age.”
“You hate wine.”
“It’s rotten grape juice,” Will confirmed, “do you want to go through this box or shall I put it back where it came from?”
Nico sighed, “Might as well, I should probably know the rest of its contents.”
“Could be some good blackmail material in here.” Will suggested.
“I hate you.” Nico groused, not really upset but having a reputation to uphold. (He however completely ruined this reputation by pecking Will’s check before crawling between his legs to recline comfortably against his boyfriend’s chest.)
“Comfortable?” Will asked, amused.
“Sure.” Nico said. Together, cleaning forgotten, they dive into the contents of the box.
(And Will was right, there were too many cute baby pictures in there for Nico to ever be considered scary again.)
Ok so I read a HC / short fic on here a while ago about Matt walking in on Andreil in the changing room, and thought I’d expand on it and take it a little further….
Matt walked towards the changing rooms while the others lounged on the sofa, laughing and stretching during lunch break. Unlike them, he actually wanted something proper to eat so was going to get changed so he could go and get a Starbucks.
As he walked through the door to the changing room, Matt froze. Neil was pressed against the wall next to his locker, and Andrew was in front of him on his knees, with Neil’s fingers carding through his blonde hair. Matt couldn’t do anything but stare as the blonde bobbed his head back and forth, and Neil leaned into the touch, making a noise Matt hadn’t thought he’d ever hear the redhead make.
Being as silent as he could, Matt turned and walked back into the foyer where the rest of the team were. Allison raised an eyebrow at him, breaking her conversation with Dan.
“I thought you were getting changed?”
Matt knew there was a stunned grin on his face as he looked back at her.
“I was going to.”
“Then why are you still gross and sweaty?”
“Andrew and Neil…” Matt trailed off but now he had everyone’s attention.
“Andrew and Neil….?” one of the freshmen probed. But Dan had already figured it out, and was staring at Matt with a wild grin on her face.
Matt only nodded and Dan’s grin only grew.
“What?” Nicky asked, looking between them. Matt glanced at the freshmen, before looking back to Nicky.
“They’re…” he made the gesture for blow job and Nicky’s jaw dropped.
Matt could only laugh as he leaned against the couch.
“Why aren’t you changed and why is Hemmick’s jaw on the floor?” Wymack asked as he stalked in the room.
“Andrew and Neil are blowing each other in the changing room so Matt’s waiting on them to finish before he gets changed,” Allison surmised and Wymack only glanced at her before pointing at Matt.
“Last week I said I didn’t care if you had to pull them off of each other, so I won’t say it again.”
“But it’s Andrew,” Matt argued, “I don’t think disturbing him is a good idea.”
“Yeah he might think you’re a ghost out to pound him,” Jack sneered. Aaron hit him over the back of the head and shot a glare at him almost cold enough to put Andrew’s to shame.
Matt sighed and looked back to Wymack.
“Can we get a longer lunch hour?”
“Like hell you can.” Wymack shook his head, before pointing at Nicky. “Hemmick go see if those two want lunch.”
Nicky whined but Wymack had already turned back to Matt. “Boyd, I don’t care if you have to run to the store to get lunch - go get changed or you’ll be running laps for a whole day.”
Matt hung his head in defeat but let out a quiet “Yes coach,” anyway.
Wymack nodded and walked out the room, calling over his shoulder “And get me a cappuccino!”
Nicky edged towards the locker room door and looked back at the foxes with a scared gaze. “I don’t want to die.”
Matt shrugged helplessly and Nicky pouted but pushed the door open gingerly.
“Hey you two in here?” he called out a little too loudly as the door swung closed behind him.
In front of Matt, one of the freshmen made slashing gestures at another, who pretended to fall down dead. Allison glared at the pair who quickly lowered their gazes to the floor.
A few seconds later, Nicky walked out of the locker room with a bemused smirk. The entire team was silent as the door swung shut behind him and he turned to Matt. Holding up two fingers, he said “One: I thought you said they were blowing? And two: Josten wants a black coffee and Minyard wants a latte.”
Matt stared. “They were blowing,” he said after a second. Nicky shrugged and gestured to the door. Confused, Matt pushed it open and walked back into the locker room as Nicky took his place on the arm of the sofa.
Sure enough, Neil and Andrew were sat on one of the benches, talking quietly. This time they heard him walk in and Neil looked over, before turning back to the blonde. Neil’s eyes were mostly pupil with a slither of blue around the edge, and his lips were puffy. Even though Andrew didn’t look over, Matt could see how swollen his lips looked in profile.
Bemused, Matt took his change of clothes from his locker and walked into the showers. Last week he had walked in on them making out; this week he had walked in on Andrew blowing Neil…
When he walked back into the changing room, Andrew and Neil were still on the bench. As he slowly put his gear back into his locker, Matt tried to subtly watch the pair who were talking softly in German to each other.
“Hey,” Matt said awkwardly and two pairs of blue eyes looked at him. “Nicky said you two want coffees too?”
“Just a black one,” Neil said.
“And a latte with extra cream,” Andrew added flatly. Matt nodded, looking at their faces - their pupils were still slightly blown and their lips could be a little swollen…
“Matt?” Neil’s voice jarred him and Matt realised he’d been staring.
“Right,” he said. “Black and latte with cream. Got it.”
He hurried out of the room before either could question him.
When he walked back into the foyer, the foxes all looked at him, but it was Nicky he spoke to.
“You could have said they looked wrecked.”
Nicky laughed, and Matt headed down the hallway, trying very hard not to think about what he would walk in on next week.
Prompt: Hey! I love your writing and this Halloween idea that you’re doing.. I feel like this has probably been requested but batmom! x Damian where she takes him trick or treating for the first time with some cute bonding?!? Love your blog so much❤️ (requested by @its-electric-love )
“Nightwing, you take the missing persons reports in the East End. Red Robin, you have the recent cyberattacks on Wayne Enterprises RnD server. Red Hood: a major trafficking deal is going down at the docks tonight. Save the citizens, no one dies.” Bruce commanded instructions out to each of the boys for tonight’s patrol.
“Why do you always feel the need to tell me that? Kind of unfair.” Jason said defensively crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tt. He mentions it because you’re a trigger happy moron Todd.” Damian bit back with a frown. Jason turned to Damian and looked just about ready to start a confrontation.
“Alright boys, there’s no need to fight.” You reprimanded. Jason visibly calmed at your interference but Damian remained defiant.
“Damian.” Bruce said sternly which worked to divert his attention away from Jason.
“Yes father?” Damian asked obediently.
“You will be going undercover tonight with [Y/N]. There are rumors that trick-or-treat candy in city might be contaminated. I need you to discreetly take samples and report back with your results.” He explained. The two of you exchanged a knowing look that the others failed to catch on to.
“Wait. He gets to go trick-or-treating while the rest of us are working? That’s really unfair.” Jason complained.
“It’s an investigation, Jason.” You reasoned gently in your signature mom voice.
“Yeah and if just so happens to get more candy than he could possibly eat, it’s just a perk of the job right?” Tim piped up.
“If you all finish your work early you are more than welcome to join us on our investigation.” You offered diplomatically.
“Runt better share.” Jason grumbled as he stormed off to hop on his bike and ride off to start his work for the night. The others soon left after Jason to go about their duties. Bruce stopped briefly to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head.
“Good luck tonight, love.” He whispered.
“Go save the day, Batman.” You smiled reassuringly at him. Bruce squeezed your shoulder supportively before turning to head towards the Batmobile. He gave Damian a waring ‘behave yourself’ look as he passed.
“Do I have to wear a stupid costume?” Damian sighed after his father left.
“No you can be Robin if you’d like. Halloween’s just about the only day you can get away wearing your uniform undercover. I just need a little wardrobe change and then we can leave.” You said with a little smirk as you made your way into the locker room where your uniform for the night lay waiting. You quickly changed into the costume and stepped out with a dramatic flair of your cape.
“Batman?” Damian asked with an unimpressed quirk of his eyebrow.
“Close. Batmom. It was your father’s idea.” You clarified.
“Tt. Whatever.” Damian rolled his eyes. So much for tonight being about bonding. All you wanted was for your fiance’s son to accept you, on any level. You told Bruce that you refuse to marry him unless every one of his children was ok with it. He understood your hesitation but for some time now Damian was the last to accept you. You hated to keep Bruce waiting this long but you weren’t about to become a Wayne if his youngest son resented you. So in an effort to give you and Damian some much needed bonding time, Bruce suggested you take him out for Halloween in the guise of a mission.
“Well this case isn’t going to investigate itself. Let’s get a move on!” You said cheerfully.
You were only trick-or-treating and uselessly testing candy for traces of contamination for about an hour before Damian caught on.
“This isn’t a mission, is it?” He asked in a tone of annoyance. You sighed at being caught far before you could even attempt to bond with him. Tonight was such a terrible idea. You both should have known it would have never had worked but you were just so desperate for some sort of breakthrough. You had been with Bruce for nearly five years now and Damian still just barely tolerated your presence.
“No it isn’t. Your father thought you could use a night off to be a normal kid.” You explained.
“My father thought he could force me to like you if we were forced to spend time together.” He said with an angry pout.
“That too.” You sighed and moved to sit down on the steps of a building who wasn’t participating in the night’s festivities. You took off your cowl and hung your head shamefully in between your knees. “Am I doing something wrong, Damian? Please if I am, tell me. I want nothing more than to be at least amicable towards each other.” You asked with a hint of desperation in your voice. Five years and nothing has changed between you and Damian. Maybe this was your sign that it wasn’t meant to be. To your dread Damian remained silent.
“I can’t marry your father -”
“What?” He cried in sudden outrage.
“Let me finish. I can’t in good conscious marry your father knowing that not all of his children approve of me. I’ve been trying so hard since we’ve met to get your approval, but nothing I do or say seems to change your mind about me.” You said defeated.
“You … you won’t marry father because of me?” He asked incredulously.
“I won’t marry your father because I don’t want to intrude on your family when not everyone isn’t comfortable with me being there.” You clarified. “Damian, if you don’t want me to be a part of your family only say the word and I’ll call everything off.” You swore with tears stinging at your eyes. You didn’t want to leave but if you weren’t wanted you didn’t want to be the cause of a rift in the family
“You would do that?” Damian asked softly.
“Of course.” You whispered weakly, not daring to meet the child’s gaze. Suddenly you were thrown back where you sat as Damian tackled you into a tight hug.
“Please don’t leave.” He pleaded. “You’re the most tolerable woman that father has ever brought home. I don’t want you to go.” Damian whispered against you while he hugged you tightly to him. You couldn’t help but to smile and wrap your arms around him in return.
“Really?” You asked. Damian nodded silently against you.
“Please marry my father.” He asked. You smiled warmly and agreed to his request.
“Do you want to continue trick-or-treating? Your brothers shouldn’t be done with their missions for some time.” You suggested kindly. “You don’t have to share your candy with them if you don’t want to.” You offered noticing his hesitation. Damian looked up at you and gave you a broad grin.
“Deal.” He agreed hopping up off the stairs and pulled you to continue working your way down the street. You pulled your cowl back over your eyes and you and Damian continued trick-or-treating for a few more hours until you headed back to the manor. Bruce and the rest of the boys were all in the cave when you got back. Damian walked past them all, giant bag of candy in hand as he moved to go change out of his uniform. Jason tried to snag the bag away from him but Damian brought it to his chest protectively before Jason could get a good grip on it.
“Mine!” He cried possessively. He angled his body away from his brother who was trying in vain to steal a piece of candy from Damian’s bag.
“Mom! Tell the demon to share his candy! I had to work all night!” Jason complained looking to your for intervention.
“Mom said I didn’t have to share.” Damian retorting, sticking his tongue out at Jason tauntingly. Instead of retaliating Jason and everyone else froze in stunned silence at what had just left Damian’s mouth. Your heart swelled and your hand flew up to your mouth to cover your growing grin.
“Oh my god.” Tim breathed in shock.
“He - did he just call her ‘mom’?” Dick asked looking at everyone else to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things. Damian’s cheeks flared up in a deep blush.
“No I didn’t! I - I” Damian stuttered over his words. Bruce walked over to his son and put a comforting hand on Damian’s shoulder. Bruce gave him a proud look but otherwise said nothing on the subject, instead choosing to deflect everyone’s attentions.
“What do you say we all go up and watch a Halloween movie or two? Popcorn and candy all around!” Bruce suggested to everyone. That seemed to distract everyone well enough. They all started to make their way up the steps to the main part of the manor. Bruce hung back and wrapped his arms around your shoulder giving you a sweet lingering kiss when everyone’s backs were turned.
“We’re not watching Rocky Horror again, Jason!” You heard Tim cry out in protest.
“Shut up, nerd! It’s a classic! Just because you don’t understand it …” Jason shot back loudly.
“No one understands it!” Tim shouted. You sighed against Bruce’s lip and he started to chuckle.
“Damage control?” You asked Bruce with a quirked eyebrow.
“Welcome to the family, Batmom.” He said humorously as he led you up the stairs to break up whatever war was looming between your sons.