It comes out of
absolutely nowhere. One moment Harry is sitting in Charms class, innocently
focusing on the lesson, the next he’s fantasizing in great detail about fucking
All his senses are
honed into Malfoy, sitting two rows ahead of him. And look, it’s not like Harry hasn’t
thought about it before, but not like this. Not so strongly that he can’t think
of anything else. Not so wildly that he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it in the
middle of the class, students and teacher be damned.
Malfoy is squirming
in his seat, restlessly fidgeting, and Harry isn’t sure how, but he can tell
Malfoy is aroused as well. Can tell the bead of sweat dripping down the back of
Malfoy’s red neck is a sign of it. Can tell that Malfoy would certainly be open
to a mid-class fucking. Except how can he know that? It must all be wishful
thinking, a product of his own arousal.
Although when Malfoy
excuses himself and strides past Harry to the door, there’s no mistaking the
lustful stare directed Harry’s way, or the smell of Malfoy’s arousal. The
smell? What the fuck.
Harry quickly excuses
himself, not even bothering to come up with a reason, and follows Malfoy out
into the corridor, all his senses on fire. Malfoy is waiting for him, pacing
the hallway, his eyes filling with heat as Harry approaches.
Harry grabs hold of Malfoy and slams him against the wall, ready to ravish him
completely, right here in the open. But a tiny glimmer of fear shows in Malfoy’s
eyes amongst his arousal and the charm is broken.
Harry takes a step
back, blinking. What was he just about to do? “Sorry. I didn’t mean to – “
humourlessly, cutting Harry off. “Harry Potter is an alpha. Of fucking course. I was supposed to be an alpha.”
“An alpha?” Harry
repeats. His brain is foggy from suppressing his arousal. “What are you talking
“How do I even
explain? It’s – look, you’re an alpha. The top dog. The lead. The dominant one,” he says resentfully. “I’m,
well, I don’t know what I am now.” He slumps back up against the wall.
Harry still doesn’t
quite understand. But he can hardly see how his “alpha” status, whatever it is, has any influence on Malfoy’s. “Can’t you be an alpha too?” He asks.
Malfoy rolls his eyes
at Harry’s naivety. “We can’t both be
A/N: Thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading this. I am sorry for uploading this a day late, my weekend has been incredibly busy. I hope this part is worth the wait. I love you guys. Thank you for being kind and understanding.
Mitch Rapp, the man I have given myself to both physically and emotionally, is a trained killer — was the only thing running through my mind all of last night. There was no amount of counting sheep in the world that would be able to make me stop thinking about the imminent danger inside of my own home and fall asleep. My brain pounded painfully inside of my head as the tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I had already grown tired of crying at this point, but my eyes still did anyway. Whatever energy I had was drained from my body and it took all the effort I had to pull my numb self out of bed and into my bathroom. I closed the door behind me and all of the events from last night came crashing down as I stared at it.
“Well, Rosalie.” He sighed. “You’re a queen and I’m an assassin.”
Lightning leaps from y our outstretched hand, weaving safely through your allies to slam into your foes.
You may use an action to cause lightning to arc out from you, strike a number of creatures equal to your Intelligence Modifier (Minimum of 1).
The Target must make a Dexterity Saving Throw (DC 11) or suffer 1d6 + your Intelligence Modifier in Lightning Damage. On a Successful Save, the Target takes half damage.
1st Level Evocation
Casting Time: 1 action Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous
A lingering swarm of ice crystals chills foes to the bone.
You create a 20-foot-radius circle of serrated, needle-like ice shards. Any enemy who attempts to move closer to you takes Your Intelligence Modifier in Cold Damage.
Additionally, until the end of your next turn, any enemy in a 20ft Radius takes Disadvantage to attack rolls.
1st Level Necromancy
Casting Time: 1 bonus action Range: Self Components: V Duration:
Concentration, up to 1 minute
Your shadow lengthens and grows, looming over your enemies and overcoming them with dread.
Each Target of Your choice that is within Line of Sight and aware of you must succeed on a DC 12 Wisdom saving throw or take 1d10 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Necrotic Damage, and the target is slowed until the end of your next turn.
Additionally, on each of your turns for the duration, you can use your bonus action to deal Necrotic Damage equal to your Wisdom Modifier to any Target already effected by the Spell.
1st Level Evocation
Casting Time: 1 bonus action Range: Touch Components: V Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You kindle a massive, sudden flame within your enemy. The fires burn your foe and spill out to singe any who are near it.
The Target takes 1d10 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Fire Damage, and any Creature that ends its turn adjacent to the Target before the end of the Target’s next turn takes Fire Damage equal to Your Intelligence Modifier.
Fountain of flame
1st Level Evocation
Casting Time: 1 action Range: 50 feet Components: V, S Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You weave a fiery pillar that spins like a top. With each revolution, it douses your enemies with searing heat.
A burst of fire creates a 20ft. Radius zone that lasts until the end of the encounter.
Any creature within the Radius of the burst must make a Dexterity Saving Throw (DC 13) or take 3d8 +
Your Intelligence Modifier in Fire Damage.
Any enemy that enters the zone or ends its turn there takes 5 fire damage. An enemy can take this damage only once per turn.
1st Level Illusion
Casting Time: 1 action Range: 50 feet Components: V, S
At your command, shadows reach out, grab hold of your foes, and wreathe the area in darkness.
A burst of darkness creates a 15ft. Radius zone
of writhing shadows that lasts until the end of your next turn.
Any creature within the Radius of the burst must make a Dexterity Saving Throw (DC 13) or take
1d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Psychic Damage, and be Slowed until the end of your next turn.
Each creature that enters the zone takes psychic damage equal to Your Intelligence Modifier and is Slowed until the end of its next turn. A creature can take this damage only once per turn.
1st Level Illusion
Casting Time: 1 action Range: 15 feet Components: V, S
You create an illusion of swirling spectral assailants that swarm over your enemy.
You choose One Target within Range, the Target is then swarmed by swirling spectral shadows.
The Target takes 1d6 Psychic Damage and the Target takes Disadvantage to Attack Rolls until the end of your next turn.
1st Level Necromancy
Casting Time: 1 action Range:50 feet Components: V, S
You hold up your hand, palm out, and release pale wisps to infect your foes with horrid decay.
You choose a Single Target in Range. The Target must make a DC 13 Constitution Saving Throw. On a Failure, the Target takes 1d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Necrotic Damage, and the Target cannot regain hit points until the end of your next turn.
On a Success the Target takes half Damage.
1st Level Necromancy
Casting Time:1 action Range:15 feet Components: V, S
You blast an area, drawing resolve from your foes until they shrink back in abject terror.
You send out a blast with a 15ft. radius, centered on yourself, in all directions. Each Creature caught in the blast must make a DC 12 Wisdom Saving Throw or take 1d8 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Psychic Damage, or half as much on a Successful Save.
Additionally, any Creature which fails its Saving Throw cannot make opportunity attacks against you until the end of your next turn.
1st Level Evocation
Casting Time:1 action Range:50 feet Components: V, S
You tap your staff on the ground, and Acid boils up to envelop your Target in a caustic haze.
You choose a Single Target in Range. The Target must make a DC 13 Dexterity Saving Throw or be enveloped by the boiling Acid at their feet.
On a Failure, the Target takes 1d6 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Acid Damage. Until the end of your next turn, Creatures more than 25ft away from the Target have Half Cover against it.
1st Level Transmutation
Casting Time: 1 action Range: 50 feet Components: V, S Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
Your enemy’s blood hardens, slowing its movement and causing excruciating pain.
You send out a blast with a 20ft. radius, centered on yourself, in all directions. Each Creature caught in the blast must make a DC 12 Constitution Saving Throw or take 1d6 + Your Intelligence Modifier in Damage, or half as much on a Successful Save.
On a Failure, the Target
is slowed until the end of your next turn.
1st Level Conjuration
Casting Time:1 action Range:50 feet Components: V, S
A crackling column of lightning appears amid your enemies, lashing out at any who move near it.
You conjure a pillar of crackling energy in an unoccupied square within range.
The pillar occupies 1 Square and lasts until the end of your next turn.
Each enemy that moves into a square adjacent to the pillar takes 1d6 + your Intelligence Modifier in Lightning Damage.
1st Level Necromancy
Casting Time:1 action Range:50 feet Components: V, S
Grey, smokey darts fly from your fingertips to strike at your foes where they are weakest.
You create two grey, smoking darts made of darkness and shadow.
Each dart hits a creature of your choice that you can see within range.
A dart deals 1d4
+ Your Intelligence Modifier in Piercing Damage.
If the target has vulnerability to any damage types, the damage is of those types.
If the target has no vulnerabilities, you gain a power bonus to the damage roll equal to Your Wisdom modifier.
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually
“Wait, right now?” You asked, trialing after Yoongi out of his office. He wound his scarf around his neck as he walked, and you grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair. You had picked the wrong day to wear a pencil skirt, you realized; as soon as the sun went down, you were going to freeze.
“No better time than the present.” Yoongi replied.
Seokjin was walking the other way when he saw the two of you, and caught your elbow gently. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking from you, to Yoongi, and back to you again.
“To the carnival, I think.” You said. Seokjin looked even more confused at this, but didn’t have time to press you for questions.
“Hurry up.” Yoongi snapped, standing in the elevator impatiently. “We don’t have all day.”
You left Seokjin standing there to join your boss, and as the doors closed, you realized just how strange all this was.
“What happened to those reports you said you needed to review?” You asked, your voice echoing slightly in the small space.
“They can wait.” Yoongi shrugged.
“But didn’t you tell Taehyung they were important?” You asked.
“I lied.” Yoongi gave you a rare smile. “We’re taking my car, by the way.”
You weren’t sure if you should be offended by this or not, but you weren’t about to argue; your car might have gotten you to work, but that didn’t mean it would get you and Yoongi to and from the other side of town.
“Yoongi?” You said carefully. “You know the carnival is open on the weekend, right? Why do you want to go today?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Why? You don’t want to go? You’re getting paid either way, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
You frowned. Yoongi was definitely acting weird, and you suspected that, given his noncommittal answer, he didn’t know why he was going, either. But you supposed it didn’t really matter; if your crazy boss wanted a day out, you didn’t see the harm in it. As long as he wasn’t yelling, you could follow him around the carnival until he figured it out.
To say Yoongi’s car was nice when you saw it would be an understatement. The hard-top convertible Audi looked as though it had just been driven off the car lot, and while the brand suited Yoongi, the baby-blue color didn’t quite.
It made your car look like a piece of crap, and you made a face as you slid into your seat.
“You don’t like it?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow as he started the car.
“No, it’s… Very nice.” You settled.
“I know.” Yoongi said. “So why do you look so uncomfortable?”
“I’m not.” You lied. How were you supposed to explain that sitting in such a fancy-ass car made your second-hand skirt feel shabby, or that you were terrified you were going to break something because you couldn’t afford to fix it. “I always look like this.”
Yoongi didn’t respond to that, and drove in silence for a while. There was something about sitting in the car, someone else driving and paying attention to the road, that reminded you of Taehyung. You thought you might have preferred his slightly beaten up taxi over this.
But Taehyung-the-taxi-driver wasn’t just a taxi driver, and you were sure you’d never call him again, so you tried to keep your mind off of him. You were working (kind of), and needed to focus on the job at hand.
“Yoongi, why am I here?” You asked after a while, when you knew you were getting close to the fairground.
“On earth, or in my car?” He asked, sounding slightly distracted by the traffic.
“Why did you want me to come along?” You clarified, though you were curious what he would say if you asked him what your purpose in the universe was. That would have to wait for another day.
“You’ve been there before, right?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. “I want to know what normal people do for fun, so you’re going to be like my tour guide.”
“Am I the only ‘normal’ person you know?” You didn’t think you wanted to know the answer, but you asked anyway.
Sirius Black laughed hard, watching his bestfriend James’ face turn a shade of blue. It was something he had eaten.
“I think you should get Lily” Remus said, thoughfully.
“Ok, just a sec” said Sirius, jumping up from the couch and running up to Lily’s dorm room.“Please stay blue, Prongs ! Evans HAS to see this !”
James shot him an ugly look.
Sirius burst into Lily’s room saying, “Evans, you gotta see this-”
He froze to the spot.
Lily’s roommate Y/N Y/L/N was in there, dressing. His eyes fell on her body, her soft curves, her smooth olive skin, and long wavy brown hair that fell to her waist.
Since his was quite a loud entry, Y/N turned almost immediately, covering herself with her shirt, and screaming.
“Black ! GET OUT !” she shrieked, making him stumble back, and close the door in a hurry.
He stood there, actually noticing this girl for the first time. He knew Y/N as Lily’s roommate, but they never spoke.
Y/N was a half-blood, her father being a wizard and her mother a muggle. She was quite an introvert, keeping herself to her books and few close friends, mostly the reason why she wasnt noticed much. At least till now.
* * *
Y/N sat on her bed, her burning red face in her hands.
Oh God, it just CANT have happened ! she thought. And that too Sirius Black!
The way he stared. The look of shock on his face. Did he really see much ?
* * *
Remus bounded up the stairs, hearing the commotion, and saw Sirius standing in front of Lily’s room, his mouth hanging open.
“What just happened?” he asked, shaking his friend.
“I-” Sirius began, but was interrupted by the sounds of James and Lily’s quarelling.
“Come on !” Remus said, and two darted downstairs, to the common room.
They were soon engrossed in their conversation, eventhough Sirius found his eyes wandering towards the girls’ dorms, every now and then.
He saw the door open and close, making his heart race for some reason. Surely, Y/N wasnt the first girl he had seen that way, but there was something about her. His heart was pounding in a strange heavy manner, watching the stairs - for her.
Y/N came down the stairs, her face a shade of pink, and her hair flying behind her.
Lily looked at her roommate only to see her sulking.
“Hey, you ok ?” Lily asked.
Sirius pulled in a breath, causing Remus to give him a suspicious look.
“Why dont you teach your friend some manners, Evans” snapped Y/N, eyeing Sirius, before stalking out of the common room.
“What was that about ?” Lily asked, looking at the four boys.
All eyes fell on Sirius, since he was the only one who had gone upto her room.
“What did you do ?!?” Lily growled, getting up from the couch. “Sirius !”
“I didnt mean to,ok !” Sirius said defensively. “How was I supposed to know that she was -”
“She was what ?”
“Well, she was changing clothes or something when I kinda ran into your room…I kinda saw…her…” Sirius stuttered.
“SIRIUS !” Lily said through gritted teeth.
Remus and James burst out laughing, followed by Peter.
“Oh come on guys!” Lily said, sinking back into the couch. “Sirius, you have to apologize to her”
“But-” began Sirius.
“No buts ! I am not the only one living there ! You just cant go into a girl’s room that way !”
A smirk spread on Sirius’ face.
“Ok. I will apologize” he said.“Only ‘coz I like what I saw”
“You pervert” said Lily, flinging a book at him.
* * *
Y/N was on her way back from dinner with Alice, her other roommate, when she was Sirius coming her way. The other Marauders were at a safe distance from them, but still watching.
Sirius approached her cautiously.
“Y/N” he said, stopping her.
She looked at him, folding her arms against her chest. Thats when his eyes fell on her nose. She had her nose pierced, with a tiny stone-studded nosepin.
Y/N was waving her hand in front of Sirius’s face, and he looked back at her, blushing.
“What is it ?”
“I…um…Im sorry” he said, unable to keep his eyes from wandering again. This time it lingered on her brown eyes.
Her eyes caught his grey ones, and after a moment, she said “ Its alright. Next time, you knock”
Y/N and Alice walked off, Sirius turning to watch her walk away.
* * *
“Have you seen that thing on her nose ?” he said out loud that night, after the four were in bed.
“What thing ?” Remus asked.
“She has her nose pierced” said Sirius.
“Whats happened to you, Padfoot ?” James asked, squinting at his friend through the darkness.
“Nothing” Sirius replied.
“Oh right” said Remus. “Didnt you see him staring at her all evening, Prongs?”
One of my favourite things about Killian Jones is how quick he is to accept and adapt and use things to his advantage. His hand gets chopped off, he replaces it with a hook that becomes a tool, a weapon, a key, and constructs a whole new identity around it (an identity which is a weapon in its own right, really).
His brother dies from dreamshade, Killian uses it to try and kill Rumple (after tracking him down in New York only days after coming to the LWM).
Tiger Lily attacks him with a blow dart, two days later he uses the same weapon against Rumple because of course he managed to a) find one and b) learn to use it.
It’s like… whatever you throw at him, he handles it, he adapts to it, and he turns it to his advantage and adds it to his arsenal. I love that.
So, I totally dreamt about Destiel going canon last night.
I think in part because what Kathryn said at the con, which people are still trying to figure out what she could mean that wouldn’t involve Destiel, but are coming up with nothing. Then again, what the show seems to thinks would make majority of people happy (while make some others unhappy), as opposed to what would make majority of fandom happy (while making a few unhappy) has a while margin of error as far as not matching up.
Which I know, but my brain apparently wasn’t having that.
So in the dream, I am watching Supernatural, and didn’t realize I was dreaming until the end when I woke up because “This is too good to be true”.
Backstory on the things that I knew had happened leading up to this scene: Mary and Mick both left the BMOL, Mick now working with the Winchesters and basically using everything he knows to help improve the American MOL with the Winchesters.
Due to their inability and desperation to find Kelly (now that they know Lucifer is free and in a stable vessel- thanks, Crowley), the Winchesters basically trap and capture a demon, then torture it to talk, since they know for a fact, demons would also be scrambling for Lucifer’s baby, while not falling under Lucifer’s control again, because literally, first opportunity, he was Camp God again last season, so the demons are wanting a new ruler, to be raised by one of the Princes of Hell.
Kelly, of course, trusts the demons at this point, because they are the only ones going out of their way to protect her and her unborn child, and even dying for her, while angels and hunters are out to get her. Under torture, the demon finally admits that the demons have Kelly at a lake beach house and are planning to kill her as soon as her son is born for part of a ritual to ensure the child’s soul is tainted and dark from birth, since parentage actually has nothing to do with whether or not a Nephilim would be evil.
So, Dean, Sam, Mary, Mick, and Cas all set out on a rescue mission at this point, because Kelly is getting very close to giving birth- like within 24hrs. They set out on a night mission to take the demons by surprise, since they won’t be expecting them. In the demons paranoia, though, they specifically chose the beach property for the fact that they only have to guard three directions, and the body of water wide open to a wall of windows protects itself, where as the other three sides are surrounded by woods.
So you have the Winchesters creeping forward through the trees and brush, silently taking out any demons sentries they see, while Mick and Castiel are coming forward on the other side of the house doing the same.
When they manage to make it from the trees to the sand of the yard without incident, save for Mick and Cas still aren’t there, they’re actually optimistic they can do this. Kelly is safe so long as the baby lives within her, and they had to have taken out probably half the demons not standing guard near the steps or on the porch, which can be easily seen in the light of the full moon and clear sky. After all of this getting so screwed up to this point, trying to hunt a victim and an innocent baby, Lucifer going free and currently planning to launch some sort of major assault, they’re glad they have the opportunity to maybe fix some of it, right here, right now, undo their past mistakes and also not give Lucifer what he wants.
Except, as they step out into the sandy yard, the demons near the house all smile, and then start to retreat in the house, closing window shutters and basically barricading the place while more demons come from the lake view side of the house and from out of the trees they’d just come through, and the Winchesters realize this entire thing was a trap set for them.
Intense and desperate fight scene in the yard with just three of the five team members all fighting hard and dirty because of how very outnumbered and caught by surprise they are. To which they win, but only just, Sam pulling himself up off the sand, wiping blood from his face and cradling bruised if not cracked ribs, while Mary and Dean both finish off their last opponents. Dean moving to check on his brother, while Mary finishes hers off, all of them trying to catch their breath as the final body hits the ground, until more people come running through the trees. Their eyes all go wide, and Mary turns at the sound, angel blade in hand, ready for a second wave of demons, plunging her sword forward- straight into Castiel, whose eyes go wide in stunned pain, hair a mess, and sporting various cuts and scrapes from his and Mick’s own fight with the demons, when they realized it was a trap as well.
Mary’s hand flies free of the blade handle, backing away just as a frantic Dean shoots forward, “No, no, no! Cas!” “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see-” Dean grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and helping ease him down to sit against a wood pile. Cas pulls a bloody hand away from the sword protruding from his body, panicked expression turning to Dean as he struggles to breath, both of them knowing full well as soon as the sword is pulled out, Cas will instantly die, though he’s dead already.
Mick wipes a hand over his mouth in horror, and Mary is still apologizing, and Dean holds out a hand, cutting her off.
“We still have to save Kelly. You three get in there. I’ll follow. I just-” He looks down at the sword, then looks to Castiel, as Mick gathers Mary and the three of them dash toward the house as the clock ticks down. They can hear Kelly crying out with labor pains from inside. When Dean looks at Cas, a question in his eyes, hand hovering near the sword, Cas frantically nods his agreement, hands curling in Dean’s coat as he braces himself.
Dean swallows and nods, pained and torn, but knowing nothing is going to change what’s happening, and there is no last minute miracle to be had here.
Their heads are bent close together, and he whispers, “Okay, on three. One, two-”
And Cas tenses, a sudden panicked moment of ‘Oh God, don’t blame yourself for this, it wasn’t your fault-’ as he blindly jerks his head up, screwing his eyes shut and pressing him mouth to Dean’s ‘-I love you’, only barely catching the corner of his mouth, just as Dean yanks the sword out in a blinding flash of light,
Then the light fades, and we see both Dean and Cas still holding onto each other with their heads down and eyes clamped shut, which suddenly pop open, Dean’s in pain, knowing what he’ll see, and Cas in shock and confusion he’s still alive, both of them staring wide-eyed at each other not sure what just happened or how, and literally both of them looking back and forth for a half-second where Cas’ wings should be across the sand, then back at each other, still not understanding.
“You okay?” Dean asks, voice shaky and unnerved.
Cas looks just as shaken. “I-I think?” he manages, startled silent as Dean quickly presses his mouth fully to Castiel’s.
Pulling back, Dean lowers his head on a shaky, heaved sigh. “Thank you, Chuck.” Then he’s handing Cas his weapon, and taking the one he just pulled out of him, still stained in Cas’ blood, before pulling him to his feet. “C’mon. We still have to go save Kelly and her baby.”
And then the two of them dart forward across the sandy yard and toward the house where the first sounds of a fight have begun, and Cas keeps to himself the fact that while he’s physically fine, he knows something is different about him, though he doesn’t have time to confirm, but he thinks- he thinks- he may be human now, with a silent understanding from Chuck of This is the last time I’ll do this.
I’ve been watching a bunch of gender reveals online and I keep seeing my reaction but I’m not 100% clear on Dan’s. Can you write a blurb to help me out? Thxxxxx ✌🏻😊(Gender Reveal anon) unless you don’t want to or you’re too busy it’s totally fine! Sorry I get anxious asking for blurbs Bc I’m not giving you anything in return and I feel like I should. I’m sorry for being weird
Don’t feel weird about sending in requests. I love them. I promise I won’t bite your head off or something. I’m a pretty chill lady.
It was the conversation that was taking over your lives at the moment. Dan desperately wanted to know the sex of the baby. It was all he talked about. He said he didn’t feel like he could properly prepare until he knew. You told him that it was kind of fun not knowing. Nothing was really changing in your mind if it would be a girl or boy. The baby was healthy and kicking every chance it had. That’s all that really mattered to you.
“But Y/N. Think about it. When we find out we can buy so many things to spoil our baby with.” Dan had said at one point while rubbing your belly in bed.
“You are going to spoil the baby no matter what. I never thought you would be the one wanting to know the sex so bad.” Dan never gave you a real answer as to why he wanted to know so bad. You figured it was one of the final steps to make it feel real that the two of you were having a baby. Well, that and all of the baby stuff that was clogging up the house.
But Daniel had seemed to become a planner when he found of that you were expecting. This new planning Dan needs to know everything ahead of time. He was the one who was reading baby books like they were the most interesting thing in the world. It was kind of weird for Dan to have all of these baby facts just running around in his head. To be honest it may be easier if Dan gave birth for you as he was much more prepared than you are.
Even though Dan brought up that it would be nice to know the sex of the baby every single day you put up a good fight for a while. You tried to convince him that you really didn’t need to know the sex yet as buying a ton of clothes seemed silly when the baby would grow so fast. Dan tried saying that decorations for the nursery theme would be easier. You simply reminded him that the theme was already decided as lions, tigers, and bears. Truthfully it seemed like a great excuse to buy a bunch of stuffed animals for every surface.
But after Dan’s pestering, he finally won when he brought up the bigger argument the two of you had been having. What to name the baby. You were having a hard-enough time picking one name let alone settling on two. One for a girl and one for a boy. Of course, the names that the two of you were tossing around weren’t all that gender neutral making everything a bit harder. So, after pushing and pushing Dan finally won in finding out the gender. But Dan being who he is couldn’t just go to the ultra sound and find out like normal people. No Dan wanted to make some sort of video to reveal the what the baby would be. If you were being realistic Dan wanted to celebrate that you were having a baby more than anything else. He was in love with the idea of being a daddy in less than four months. Who were you to tell him no to a video when he was so obsessed with your future child? So, it would be official Dan was going to plan some sort of video to find out what you were having.
The day had come where Dan was buzzing around the house getting the camera and light ready for the video. The last ultra sound you had the technician put the sex of the baby in an envelope that he gave to Phil. Between the two of them, they decided that Phil would put purple glitter in a black balloon for a girl and a navy blue glitter if it was a boy. It was a pretty cute idea you had to admit.
You were finishing getting ready when Phil showed up with two balloons in hand and a giant smile on his face. He had gone straight to the office to meet Dan to see the setup and to hear the plan. After taking one more look at yourself in the mirror you waddled your way into the room where the boys were.It was a simple little setup but it was perfect. Dan had two darts on the desk as he finished focusing everything to his liking.
You tried to sneak in to watch the boys but you were given away when you bumped into the chair. “Y/N! We’re ready for you mummy.” Dan said pulling the chair out of your way so you could sit in your spot.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for us, Philly. I thought I might actually be nervous about this but I’m actually just really excited. Maybe Dan was… Right.” You said sticking your tongue out with a giggle. “Are you going to stay and watch Phil?” You asked looking at him as he stood in the door way.
“It was really no problem. I mean I would love to stay and watch if that fine?” Phil said with a little puppy dog look in his eye.
“Please stay. You are family so I think it’s only fair that you get to experience this with us.” You said grabbing Dan’s hand that was resting on your thigh.
“Everyone ready?” Dan said looking from you to Phil. Both Phil and yourself nodded before Dan hit the record button and took a deep breath. “Hello, internet. I am here with my lovely wife Y/N and Phil. Say hi Phil.” Phil gave a little hi and he gave a wave before leaning against the door frame again.”We are doing something I never thought I would be putting on this channel ever. These balloons are filled with glitter that will let us know the sex of our baby. If it turns out to be a boy we will be covered in Blue glitter and if it is a girl we will be covered in purple as Phil couldn’t find any stereotypical pink.” you gave a little smile as you let Dan finish his little spiel. As you thought of how crazy these past few months where you were brought back by the sound of Phil’s voice.
“Y/N? Are you ready to pop the balloons?” You felt silly that you spaced out but quickly grabbed a dart off of the table.
“Ready. Shall we get everyone to place their bets in the comments?” Dan laughed before grabbing his own dart off of the table.
“My bet is a girl. Phil?” Phil thought for a moment.
“I’m going with boy. That what my mum said so I’m going with her. What do you think it will be Y/N?”
“I really don’t know. I think I might be leaning to a girl like Dan. But there is only one way to find out. Will you count us down Phil?”
“Sure. On go pop those puppies. You both readied your dart as you held your balloon by its string. “Three, Two, Two and a half, it’s not too late. You could just not pop them.” Phil said biting his tongue with a smile.
“Phillip Lester!” Both Dan and yourself said at the same time.
“Sorry. One, Go!” You closed your eyes right as your dart hit your balloon. the pops made you scream a little before you opened to see the glitter mess everywhere. You didn’t really know what to say as the tears started to flood over your cheeks.
“It’s a girl!” Dan yelled as he squished your cheeks before planting a big kiss on your lips.
“Holy shit! It’s a girl!” You said happy crying as Dan wiped the tears away with his fingers.
“Congrats you guys! I am so excited for you and I’m even more excited that I don’t have to clean this mess up.”
You could care less about the mess. It was a beautiful mess in your opinion. Dan kept kissing your cheeks as he repeated over and over how he couldn’t believe it was a girl. “Told you it would be a girl Y/N,” Dan said one more time before shaking his hair so some of the purple would fly from his curls. You didn’t think it was possible but this reveal made you even more excited than before.
Summary: “In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”
You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.
“Birdman? You’re seeing him?!” Tony exclaimed, hand throwing out sideways to gesture to where Clint was fixing a dart to his dart board. “Oh come on. This can’t be serious. He’s a joke! I’d rather you come to me saying that you’re seeing Spangled Tights. At least he’d be able to protect you if something went sideways!”
Two darts went whizzing by Tony’s face, narrowly missing the tip of his nose. His head snapped to the side before he glared at a smirking Clint.
“Okay.” Tony paused, fingers rubbing at the tip of his nose like he had actually been nicked there. “But he’s short!”
Title: The Ocean on the Fourth Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader Summary: I wanted him to be mine, but just like the ocean, he belonged to no one. Word Count: 2,090 Warnings: cute shit? Tagging: @rebelfleur22 A/N: This seriously got away from me. I can never just make things short and sweet dammit. I hope you all enjoy!
How about a scenario with Vampire Todoroki and his human SO ? Maybe Todoroki feeding from his SO? Luv u
I think I got carried away with this one. This one gets a little violent and has some mentions of abuse and blood so please be warned. But enjoy~
He was a Hunter like you’d never seen before. Brutal and relentless in his chase. More cunning and sharper than either of you could imagine. When you dodged a bullet, you immediately faced a knifes. It was never ending. A pure barrage, not allowing you to sleep even under Todoroki’s watchful protection. Traps. Guns. Knives. Steaks. For three days now.
And it all should’ve been natural. A Hunter hunting a feral beast, a beast that should be purged from the world. Everyone knew Hunters hunted Vampires. The situation should’ve been run of the mill … but then there was you. The human. Not just the human. You the defect Hunter that stood with the lowly Vampire. A role that never should’ve been.
But you loved him.
You loved him til the ends of the earth. So you’d run with him to the edge of the earth too. And he loved you back, spending his days worrying about your safety. Todoroki honestly wish you’d stay away from him, but he knew you were far too stubborn for that. He knew you’d stick with him until the end. Run with him until the end.
Todoroki reaches, moving over to you with his superhuman speed. You blink and you are in his arms bridal style. You look up at his glare directed at the Hunter. The man smirks, cocking his shotgun and aiming it at the two of you. Todoroki darts around the abandoned building, avoiding the onslaught of bullets.
The Hunter shoots left, and Todoroki darts right, directly into an explosion the Hunter must’ve placed earlier. He grunts as rolls on the ground, protecting the you the best he can. His back hits a slab of concrete. The Hunter is already on top of the two of you. He kicks your body, steel toe cracking your lower rib as you go flying away from Todoroki. The Hunter stares down at Todoroki and fires his shotgun directly into his stomach. You scream in panic, scrambling to your feet with your knife drawn. He shouts when your blade sinks into his lower back. The hunter twists, grabbing your hands and punching you in the face. You snarl, spitting out blood. You knock your forehead against his. He draws back and you shove him to the ground with another knife drawn.
“You traitor! You fucking traitor!” he growls at you as you try to force the blade of your hunting knife into his chest.
“Shut up!” you snap, “You don’t know me!”
“I don’t know you?” he snarls, flipping you over.
You knee him in the chest and force him away from you. You leap back up onto your feet and immediately rush him again. He catching your foot when you land a solid hit at the center of his chest. Your hand flies to your belt, drawing a throwing knife and launching it at him. The Hunter lets you go. He dodges as you expect him to and creates distance between you.
“You think I don’t know your (Last Name)’s kid?” he shouts, “He was a hell of a Hunter. A legend. And this is how you repay his memory? By running around and fucking some Vampire?”
“Like I said,” you growl, “You don’t know me!”
You pull out another knife from your belt. He dodges the first one but falls right into your predicted path way. He groans when the second knife you had thrown traps his hand against the wall. You charge him, stabbing the hunting knife from your calf holster into his other hand. He roars in pain. You snatch the pistol off of his belt and point it at him.
“You gonna kill me, traitor?” he goads, “You gonna disgrace your old man’s fucking name for nothing!”
You cock the gun.
“Fucking do it then! Kill me for that filthy Vampire!”
You look at Todoroki. He is shivering, drowning in a pool of his own blood. His heterochromic eyes are unfocused as he tries to raise his head and look at you. You feel anger rising in your chest. He holds his right side. He is soaked red, the blood dyeing even the snowy hairs on his head. He is dying. Todoroki, the only person in your life that has treated you with tenderness. He is the only gentle voice you’ve ever known, the only kind touch you’ve ever felt, and the only tender kiss you’d ever want to have. Your father? The legend? More like you father, the abuser. Your father who pushed your mother away and trained you until you fainted. You look back at the Hunter, furiously.
“You don’t know me.”
The gun fires. And his body slumps. You turn on your heel and run towards Todoroki. You drop onto your knees, hands immediately flying to place pressure on his wound.
“Oh, my god, Shouto! Shouto!” you cry, “Oh, my god!”
“I’m … I’m alright.”
You know he’s lying. You’ve never seen him hurt so badly. You know he can heel fast, but you’ve never seen him like this before. His face contorts in pain. And you only know of one thing that can heal a Vampire. You pick up a knife ad cut your arm, red blood beading from the line.
“Here, Shouto. Drink my blood.”
He turns his head. He can’t. Even though, he can smell the sweet scent of your blood, he knows he can’t. Because who knows what will happen when he starts.
“(Name) … I can’t … I don’t know if I can control myself.”
“Please, Shouto, you have to!”
He shakes his head, “I can’t … do that to you.”
You suck on the wound, drawing the blood in your mouth, coating your tongue with the taste of iron. You cup Todoroki’s face and look into his eyes before pressing your lips to his. He groans feeling the warm blood smoothing over his lips. You use your tongue to separate his lips and force blood into his mouth. You feel him start to kiss back. He cups your face, sticking his tongue your mouth like he is trying to lick ever drop of blood from your mouth. Todoroki sits up and grabs your body. He licks your neck. He can almost hear the blood pumping in your veins. You gasp when you feel his fangs pierce your skin.
Todoroki groans as he drinks from your neck. You taste sweet. Like the sweetest drinks he’s ever tasted. He didn’t want to do this to you, but he can already feel his wound closing on his abdomen. You breath heavily, feeling your vision become hazy, but you’d do anything for him. Anything. Because he loved you, and you loved him. You loved the looks and the touches and the words he gave you because you knew it was real. He gave you a life you didn’t think you could have and opened your mind. So you’d do anything for Todoroki Shouto, the man you loved. You feel his hands shaking as he grips your biceps tightly.
“Shou … Shouto, I love you … I …” you breath as your vision goes black.
He pulls away when he feels you fall limp in his hand. His face is coated in your blood. You are pale, so pale. Torodoki gently shakes you. earning nothing more than limp movements. His eyes widen. He sinks his fangs into his wrist and smears it over your lips.
“Come on, (Name),” he begs, “Please drink it. Please be okay.”
Your eyes are still unfocused. He presses his wrist against your lips again. He knew he shouldn’t have. But he couldn’t control himself … what a monster. Maybe he should’ve let that Hunter kill him. Somewhere in his heart, he always knew that his involvement with you would always end up in your demise. He draws you into his chest.
“Please … please.”
You gasp, eyelids springing open as you look around frantically. You fight his grasp and fall away from him. Your throat is parched, and your lips feel dried and cracked. You look over at Todoroki, rushing him with a speed you didn’t know your possessed. Todoroki holds you, rubbing your back as your fangs pierce his neck. You blink and pull your teeth from his neck. You scramble backwards, covering your blood-coated mouth with the back of your hand. Did you just …
“Shouto … am I …”
He looks away from you, ashamed to look at what he’s done. You look at him, but he has no words to offer you. The two of you stare at each other. Fuzz resonates in your head. The only thing you can resister is the look on his face and how his blood taste in your mouth … it taste good.
You laugh as Pippin and Merry prance at the center of the dance floor, clapping and skipping in a dance you recognize from the Shire. With a second’s hesitation, you navigate the other, human dancers till you reach the two hobbits and began dancing along with them. They give you baffled looks before grinning and speeding up the dance. You speed up along with them, spinning and clapping to the beat. After many more twists and turns, the song ends and the hobbits stop their dance.
“I had no idea you knew the Bywater Jig!” Pippin exclaims as he and Merry accompany you to the edge of the dance floor.
You laugh, “I used to travel a lot before the shadow returned. I learned quite a few dances of the Shire among other things. Still, I believe the dance has changed a bit. An extra step has been added after the triple turn, if I’m correct.”
“What, this?” Pippin does a light kick with his heel.
“Yes. Though now that I know that, I’ll be prepared next time the Bywater Jig comes my way.”
“Do you also know the Hobbiton Festival Trot?” Merry cocks his head.
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Then we’ll have to dance that next!” Pippin grins heartily.
To the side, someone coughs, “Excuse me, but I was wondering if the elvish maiden would care for a dance?”
You turn in surprise to see one of the knights of Gondor looking down shyly. “I would be delighted. Sorry Pippin, I think the Hobbiton Festival Trot will have to wait.”
“Ah! It’s no matter at all! I was going to get another drink or two for myself anyway. Come on Merry!”
As the two hobbits dart off, you join the knight on the dance floor. You smile as the music begins and you begin the dance. Unlike the earlier hobbit dance, which carried a sense of wind through daisies, rushing water, and sweet meadow grass, this dance is more noble, carrying the regality of the white tree and power of the the Horn of Gondor. You spin and sidestep till the song ends. Then before you know it, you’re swept into another dance by one of the rohirrim. This dance is of a stronger beat and feels like the golden plains and the thunder of hoofbeats. The turns are the song and rhythm of war as well as the clash of swords. When it’s over, you join Merry and Pippin at one of the tables around the room. There they’re laughing and swapping stories with Gimli and Gandalf.
“Ay! (y/n)! Seems the dance floor’s been keeping you occupied enough.” Merry takes a swig from his cup.
“Yes, indeed. The shadow over middle earth has been lifted and we have much to celebrate. I’m glad my days of learning dance have finally come of use here. It’s dreadful not being able to partake in enjoyment,” you smile.
Across the table, Gimli puts down his mug, “You may know the dances of the Hobbits, Rohan, and Gondor, but what would be most impressive is if you knew the dances of the dwarves.”
Your eyes light mischievously, “Name one and see, Master Dwarf!”
Gimli ponders for a second, “The March of the Lonely Mountain?”
“Ah yes, always a pleasure to dance, though I personally prefer the Ered Luin variant. It’s a bit more lively.”
Gimli frowns, “You’re bluffing.”
“Would you like to put me to the test?” You laugh, standing up. “This song has the beat for it.”
Gimli laughs and drains the rest of his mug. Then he slams it down on the table and stands, “Aye it does.”
Merry and Pippin watch with wide eyes as you and the dwarf begin to dance. This dance is very different from the others. You stomp the floor and beat your hands together, sidestepping and swinging back and forth. As you dance, you feel a clear sense of the sturdiness of the mountain and the strikes of a smith’s hammer. The dance is rough like the untamed mountainside yet as clear cut as a polished adamant. You spin and weave, pounding the floor and raising your arms. Finally the dance subsides and you’re left flushed and breathless.
Gimli shakes his head in wonder as the pair of you walk back to the table, “As I said, I am truly impressed. Where, by chance, did you learn our dances?”
You breath deeply, “An expedition a few hundred years ago, where a band of my people and yours found they were traveling along the same road. Despite the usual animosity between us, our kin decided to reach out in friendship. My brothers conversed mostly of smithing, but I yearned knowledge of a different sort. I haven’t had a chance to practice since then, so I fear I lagged through some parts.”
“Nonsense! My people couldn’t have chosen a better recipient for that knowledge. Just don’t go spreading it too carelessly.”
“Not to fear, Master Dwarf, I made a promise not to do that long ago.”
Gimli nods in satisfaction before setting off to refill his mug.
Alone at the side of the dance floor, you look around. Pippin and Merry have run off to the other side of the room and are dancing the Bywater Jig again, this time joined by Frodo and Sam. Eowyn and Faramir dance nearby the halflings and Gandalf has disappeared. Finally your gaze rests on Legolas, sitting alone and watching the dance floor thoughtfully.
You walk lightly across the floor and slide into the seat next to him, placing your arm on the table, “Where wanders the Prince of Mirkwood? His physical presence is here, but his mind is not.”
Legolas shakes himself from his thoughts and turns toward you, “My thoughts are on the journey ahead. To Fangorn, the glittering caves, and eventually home.”
“I see, but those thoughts can be put for another time, can they not? Tonight is of celebration. I’ve yet to see you take the dance floor.”
Legolas smiles and his startling blue eyes look back at the dancers, “True, but the night is young yet.”
“Yes, though I’ve never known a Mirkwood elf to wait so long for a dance. Or do you mean to tell me you didn’t often enjoy dancing under the trees?”
“I did, but I’m afraid here I’d be put to shame after your fair dancing.”
You feel a slight blush creep to your cheeks as you realize he’d been watching you. Suddenly you feel glad for the dim lighting. “You flatter me, but come now. These halls have seen the dances of men, hobbits, and even of dwarves. Let us show them the dances of the elves. Or we can wait for Arwen and Aragorn to steal that thunder.” You nod toward the recently crowned king and queen at the head of the festivities. “Choose a dance, I know many of Mirkwood.”
Legolas shifts in surprise and looks thoughtful, “In contrary, the dances of Lothlorien fascinate me. Please tell me which dance you love the most and perhaps it will be my turn to amaze you.”
You blink in surprise and your eyes widen. Few have ever asked you to choose the dance before. “I- I enjoy the Dance of Falling Gold,” You said after a moment of silence.
“Really? That’s always been my favorite as well,” Legolas stands and offers you his arm.
You accept and he leads you onto the dance floor.
The dance begins immediately and you feel a thrill as your feet fly through the familiar steps. This dance is like falling water and autumn leaves. As you twirl, you see the wind playfully rustling the golden mallorn leaves before the leaves fall and new green ones take their place. When Legolas drops you into a dip, you see the leaves unfolding and the tiny golden flowers bursting forth. When he spins you, it’s the running of the Gladden River and the strength of the silver mallorn trunks. You feel your heart race with the beat and your eyes remain locked with his. When the dance ends, your breath is fast and shallow and your cheeks are once again flushed. Legolas bows deeply before offering his arm again and leading you from the dance floor.
You sit down feeling breathless, barely noticing Legolas still holding your hand, “Thank you. I forgot just how much I loved that dance.”
“It was my pleasure, my lady. And I believe I ought to be thanking you for getting me to dance in the first place.”
“Oy! (y/n)!” Pippin calls as he dodges toward the side of the room. “Are you ready for the Festival Trot yet? Sam doesn’t believe me that you said you can do it!”
Legolas quickly releases your hand as if he just barely noticed he’d been holding it. Sam blusters after Pippin, calling correction. “It appears our hobbit friends are wanting your attention.”
You laugh, “Seems they are. I’ll be right there Pippin!” You stand and take a step forward. “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of anything though,” you say, glancing over your shoulder to stare once more in Legolas’s peircing eyes. “I’ll be back for that dance from Mirkwood.”
With that you step through the crowd to join the hobbits, not waiting for a response. As you step away, the butterflies swarming your stomach finally settle down, though you hadn’t even realized they were there. The hobbits around you begin dancing and you fall in step with them, losing yourself to the music, though you still catch sight of Legolas through the crowd once or twice. Each time he is wearing a shy smile and looks away quickly when your eyes meet.
if you're still looking for headcanons: neil being fucking brilliant with a gun like straight up deadshot
Well it’s canon that Neil and Mary used to sleep back to back with guns under their pillows so I have no issue believing this. But you know what, I’m gonna take this prompt a tiny bit lighter than I usually do.
“Stop biting your lip, you know what that does to me,” Finn whispered with that sultry Irish accent. He glanced down at his crotch, which was covered by his other hand. You smirked, biting your lip once again before leaning over.
“Then maybe you should bite it for me,” you smirked, straightening back in your seat.
“Don’t ya worry love, I will,” he whispered back before straightening back in his seat.
Prompt for @olicityficchallenge: picture of a Nerf gun left next to a note that says “Welcome home from work! Two things: 1) this gun with ammo is yours 2) I have one too and you’re under attack as of now.”
I am get behind on these. I have all but one of them written out though, just need to edit, so there will be more where this came from. Shortly. I am hoping to be caught up by tomorrow in time for the final prompt :)
They were lying in wait.
That was Felicity’s over dramatic way of saying they were waiting for Oliver to get home. He’d been called away on mayoral business—she’d never get used to Oliver being the mayor—and had left Felicity alone… with William.
For the first time.
To say she’d been terrified when Oliver told her he needed to leave for a few hours, was the understatement of the year.
Felicity wasn’t a kid person. She liked kids, of course, but she’d never been around kids. She hadn’t had any siblings, or friends with kids. Baby Sara was different, because she was only two. She just sat there playing with her toys and loving everybody. But William was almost ten. He had thoughts and opinions, and she was terrified he was going to hate her. Or worse, that she would be uncomfortable around him the entire time.
Being uncomfortable around Oliver’s son was possibly the worst thing she could imagine. What if that meant she was just no good with kids? What if she felt just as uncomfortable when it was her and Oliver’s child?
Oliver was so good with William, like it was instinctual. Maybe it was, or maybe it was just practice from growing up with Thea. All Felicity knew was that something clicked in him around William and he became “good dad”, while Felicity always just felt like she was floundering. Maybe it was because her relationship with her mother had always been so different than most people’s or because her relationship with her father was practically nonexistent.
But no matter how awkward she felt around William, Felicity was never going to stop trying to connect with him. She couldn’t. He was Oliver’s, and she might not have liked the way she learned about William, but she liked the boy himself. He was a sweet kid, and he reminded her so much of Oliver sometimes. It always caught her off guard when he’d make a face or ask a question that just shouted “Oliver!” to her. But they hadn’t spent much time alone, maybe a minute or two here and there. And Felicity wasn’t sure how to handle a relationship with him.
So, when Oliver had left for work and William sat down on the couch, fiddling with his action figure, looking decidedly less happy than when his mom had dropped him off that morning, Felicity knew she had to do something. This was a bonding moment and she wasn’t going to waste it.
“Let’s go,” she’d said, gesturing for him to get his coat.
William jumped up immediately, walking to the door and putting on his tiny parka. “Where are we going?” he’d asked, zipping the jacket up.
“Um…” Felicity hadn’t planned that far ahead, unfortunately, but she had always been quick on her toes. “The toy store!”
William had given her a skeptical, but hopeful look. “For what?”
Felicity had knelt down beside the boy. “We could get a game,” she’d said. “Or something to keep us entertained until your dad comes home. Maybe we could…”
Felicity had trailed off, having remembered something she’d seen on the Internet.
“I know exactly what we can do,” she’d told him excitedly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder and steering him towards the door as she let him in on her plan.
Now, the two of them were crouched behind the railing of the second story of the loft. Waiting.
“How long ago did he text?” William asked, neatly sorting the orange foam bullets into easy to reach piles beside them.
“Fifteen minutes,” Felicity said, pulling up Oliver’s GPS on her phone to check his location. She smiled when she saw that Oliver was already in the building. “You ready, over there?” she asked, and William nodded. “Good, because he’s here.”
William grinned and tugged the Nerf gun to his chest, finger already getting twitchy on the trigger.
“Not until I give the signal,” she reminded him as they heard the sound of Oliver’s key in the lock.
William nodded, oddly serious for a child about to unload a gun full of foamy bullets into his father.
“Felicity?” Oliver called as he entered the loft. From their hiding spot they could make out his back as he walked into the room. “William? You guys here?”
Felicity could see William cracking. His smile was huge—which tugged at a place inside Felicity that she’d never felt until that very moment—and he began to fidget.
“Not yet,” Felicity whispered as silently as possible. It did not surprise Felicity in the least that Oliver’s son was turning out to be just as impatient as the man himself. Like father, like son, she supposed.
But William got himself under control, just as Oliver turned to the kitchen and the note that they’d left for him there. Along with his very own Nerf gun.
She peaked through the glass of the railing, watching as he read the note. She could practically see him slip into Arrow mode when he realized what was about to happen.
The moment his hand reached for the gun, Felicity gave the signal, nodding her head at William, and together they both leaped to their feet, unleashing a hail of orange foam at Oliver’s back. Oliver spun around the moment he heard movement, but unlike Felicity and William, he only shot one Nerf bullet. It flew up, but bounced off the glass railing before it could hit either of them.
She could see him take in the dart’s path, studying the way the foamy projectile flew through the air and the angle at which he held the toy gun like it was life or death. Then he unloaded two more darts, all the while evading the spray of falling foam from his fiancé and son.
His first dart flew low, but straight, bouncing soundly off of William’s forehead. Felicity watched as the boy rubbed the spot between his eyes with a grumbled, “Ow!”
Something orange struck her glasses before she could even process that Oliver had somehow hit William squarely between the eyes with a foam dart, from at least fifteen feet away. Her surprise that Oliver had been able to do the exact same thing to her caused her to take a step back.
He was an amazing shot, but with foam projectiles? She was more than a little impressed. And surprisingly turned on.
Oliver used their surprise and distraction to bound up the stairs towards them. Without even slowing his pace, he scooped up William before the boy could reload his Nerf gun, his little legs trailing out behind him as Oliver spun him in a circle.
Felicity would never get over the look on Oliver’s face whenever he played with his son. Whether it was action figures or video games, or something as simple as spinning in a circle, Oliver was a great dad and he loved spending time with William. Felicity knew it for a fact, and it only made her love him all the more.
He met her eyes, placing William back on his feet, and leaned down towards her. “Thank you,” he whispered, emotion choking his voice.
Felicity shook her head. “You don’t have to thank me.”
Oliver leaned closer, his lips just inches from her’s when Felicity was suddenly being pelted by a barrage of darts. Oliver laughed, pulling her into his chest to protect her from his son’s sneak attack.
“There’s no kissing in war!” William exclaimed. “He’s the enemy, Felicity! You can’t kiss the enemy during a battle.”
Felicity laughed, throwing the kid a wink and backing up from Oliver. “He’s right,” she said, bending down to pick something up from the stash of weapons they’d bought at the toy store.
She stood, wielding a foam sword in front of her fiancé. She’d never handled a sword before, not for fighting purposes anyway, but she tried to mimic the technique she’d seen Oliver and Thea use.
Oliver laughed, blue eyes twinkling as he watched her. He raised an eyebrow when she stepped towards him, twirling the sword in her hand.
He raised his hands defensively and whispered, “Would you take it easy on me if I said you look incredibly hot right now?”
Felicity laughed, then tilted her head, giving him a contemplative look. “You know, I might… but I don’t think my partner is up for that kind of deal.”
Just then William jumped out from behind Oliver with a yell, Nerf sword in hand like he was in some sort of bad martial arts movie. He waved the toy back and forth like he was already in battle.
Oliver spotted a third sword on the ground and bent quickly to pick it up, taking a step away from the two of them. With the sword held out in front of him, he crooked his fingers at his son—going right along with the bad martial arts movie vibe William had going—challenging him to attack.
And William did.
Leaning back against the railing, Felicity watched Oliver duel his son in Nerf swords. As far as duels Oliver has participated in, this was the only one Felicity had ever felt the urge to document. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, pulling up her camera app and hitting record. She’d have to make sure Samantha got a copy of this.
William was trying to take Oliver down, and even with a foam sword, Oliver blocked him. Not every blow, but enough that it was a challenge for William. Then, with a surge forward, William swung the sword, hitting Oliver squarely in the hip and Oliver groaned exaggeratedly, falling to his knees.
“Ugh,” Oliver moaned dramatically, “you got me.”
William threw his hands in the air, sword held high above his head, celebrating his victory. Oliver watched him with a small, happy smile on his face, then reached forward pulling the boy to his chest.
“Dad!” William laughed as Oliver dragged him down to the floor, tickling the boy’s sides. “Felicity, help me!”
Felicity put her phone away, leaping into the fray, tickling Oliver and trying to turn the tables.
With Oliver’s attention on Felicity, William ran to get his Nerf gun, reloading it and pointing it in their direction.
“Dad wins round one,” William announced, as Felicity and Oliver sat up to look at him. “But Felicity and I are going to win round two.”
He tossed a loaded Nerf gun to Felicity and reached out to help her up, even though he was half her size.
“Let’s go Felicity! We gotta hide so Dad doesn’t beat us right away!”
Felicity grinned, getting to her feet. “You ready for round two?” she asked Oliver as he stood beside her.
He leaned in, a smug smile on his face as he kissed the side of her head and whispered, “I’ll always be ready for round two with you, Felicity, but it will have to wait. I have to kick your cute little ass in a Nerf war first.”
Felicity blushed, but she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face as she raced William to the other side of the loft, preparing to win this war and wipe that smug look off of Oliver’s face.