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I saw a video post with the scene where Robby "ahahaah" to Whittaker when the computers were down and the tag was "boy why does Robby have you clicker trained" and I wasn't even shipping them but goddammit now I have a brain worm and I had to write this.

Honestly it's shameless, it's smut. But basically..

Something something (in Whittakers first month of work) Jack and Robby talking about the staff being Robbys kids in the breakroom. Dennis is getting coffee and Jack leaves.

"They arent my kids" Robby mutters under his breath

"I don't know, you kinda have that Daddy Energy." Dennis chirps without really thinking about it. 

"I have what energy?" Robby asks sharply.

Dennis looks up to see the older man staring at him. Face unreadable.

"Daddy." Dennis feels his face heating up, embarrassed that he said anything at all but hopefully he will be able to save himself a liitle bit.

"You know like, you guide us all and teach, its not a bad thing, I mean its not like we see you as our dad." Dennis rambles on as Robby continues to stare at him. "But you have that kind of personality, of like a authority figure.." Dennis scratches his neck looking anywhere now except for his attending.

"And...you know..." Dennis stumbles trying to find anything to say that would make this sittuation better "some people, women, are like into it, find it hot or whatever." Dennis wants to run now. "Daddy energy can be pretty versatile, work and personal-"

"Whittaker."

"Yeah," Dennis nods because he knows what needs to be said.

"You really want to stop talking now." Robby scoffs a laugh

"Yeah" Dennis nods again feeling stuck in the spot. After a moment of silence Dennis gestures to the door. "Can I go?"

"You want my permission?" Robby's laugh is something Dennis doesnt really understand. Not quite funny, not quite mean. Mocking maybe.

"No, I ju-...that's not.." Dennis's face is hot with embarrasment at this point. He stands there opening and closing his mouth like a fish hoping he finds the right thing to say.

"Well you didnt even ask nicely" Robby mocks shaking his head. 

Dennis flounders more, scratching at his neck. Now feeling more unsure about what to say or do next. He isnt sure what Robby means.

"Christ, go" Robby's command has Dennis rushing out of the room. He runs his hands this his hair, puffing out his cheeks. He has a crush on the older man of course, who wouldnt. But Robby is also his attending and maybr not having him know that Dennis thinks he has Daddy energy would be more appropriate. 

So he wont think about the conversation, he wont think about asking Robby nicely for anything. He wont think about the tone of voice he used or the hard stare he was giving him. Well at least not until later, on his own, in his room. For now he had patients to see.

(A few months later)

It was supposed to be a joke. He was just making fun of Santos who had accidently called Robby 'Dad' while rushing around in the trauma. Which had been met with awkward laughter. So when the paiteint was stable and it was just the three of them left in Trauma one Dennis smiled coyly before chirping at Robby as he left the room.

"Thank you Daddy."

Santos did in fact laugh and looked at Robby, whom Dennis was avoiding looking at. Partially because he knew the shit eating grin he was wearing would not be appreciated. Partially because he worried his eyes may say more than his smirk could hide.

"He might kill you" Santos whispered after Robby finally unfroze and left with a shake of his head. 

"Not before he kills you." Dennis joked.

(The night after season 2)

"Okay so thats pretty much everything. Like I said, no parties, no babies." Robby leans back against the sink. Dennis mirrors him a few feet away on the ajoining counter. 

"Any questions?" Robby sighs heavily and Dennis replays their conversation from earlier.

"What you said...about not coming back...you didnt really mean that did you?" Dennis looks at Robby sadly, trying to hold back the pleading voice inside for Robby to please come back. Robby opens his mouth to awnser but Dennis doesnt let him. He starts rambling to keep the conversation going. To keep Robby from leaving. He doesnt know when his rambling turns into him listing off all the ways he has fucked up with patients or the ways Robby has stepped in to help him but now that its coming out he cant stop.

He watches as Robby steps forward and puts his hands on the back of his shoulders. Dennis keeps babbling and Robby moves him across the room until Dennis is standing in front of the dinning room table. 

One hand still firmly on his shoulder Robby interupts him. "Dennis"

"Yeah?" Dennis squeaks out the reply as Robbys other hand lands on his waist.

"Shut the fuck up." With that Robby pushes Dennis down, bending him over the table with a thud. Dennis catches his hands on the edge. He is trying despretly to wrap his head around what is happening but Robby has moved both his hands down to his hips as he presses himself against Dennis.

Dennis breaths in uneven breaths and tries to get his brain to catch up only to be brought back out of his thoughts when Robby starts speaking.

"This is your fault you know." Robby laughs coldy, hands leaving Dennis's body. Dennis stays perfectly still, listening to the sound of Robby's belt buckle and the slip of leather against denim as it leaves its loops.

Robby grabs on of Dennis's wrists pulling it behind him without warning sending his shoulder into the wood table. Dennis tries to focus on Robbys voice as he tightens the leather belt around his wrist "I was able to ignore it, ignore you. Put aside what I wanted to do to you for your sake." Robby grabs Dennis's other wrist, repeating the wrapping as he speaks. "But then you had to whore yourself out, call me Daddy at work with another resident present."

Robby tuggs on the belt, igs cuts into both wrists. Dennis sucks in air between his teeth in a hiss. 

"And then" Robby laughs "you act like you have no idea what you were doing to me, like it was a  joke." Robby leans over, pressing himself against Dennis's back. 

He grabs a handful of Dennis's hair. Pulling his head off the table, brings his mouth close to Dennis's ear to ask "Did you know what it would do to me?"

Dennis has never been this turned on in his life, he turns his head toward Robby's as best he can. Steadys him with his eyes, even if Robby isnt looking at him he knows he can see him in his peripherals. 

"Yes Daddy"

Its breathy and desperate.

Robby scoffs and shoves himself off of Dennis only to grabs the collar of his shirt and hoist him to his feet. He keeps his grip tight as he leads them to the living room. 

Robby grabs a throw pillow and drops it in the same swift motion of pushing Dennis away, reaching to grab the front of his shirt and turning him. Smooth enough that the pillow hits the floor only half a second before Robby is pushing him to his knees.

Dennis doesnt have a moment to process before Robby is dragging him forward by the back of his head and feeding his cock into Dennis mouth until his nose is pressed against his pubes.

Dennis flinches, trying to push himself back so he doesnt gag but Robby holds him tight, slowly pulling himself back by an inch. "Dont back out now Baby, you have to finish what you started." Robby mocks again, pushing himself back as deep as he can go.

Dennis mightve nodded or maybe he moaned. He wasnt really sure anymore his head was starting to go somewhere else. He slipped further and further the quicker Robbys thrusts got. The harder he gripped the back of his head the looser Dennis felt until Robby is talking to him through his own moans and heavy breathing.

"There you go baby," Robby sighs and he slams back in. "This what you needed to stop talking huh? Just needed Daddy to fuck your throat?" Robby looks down at Dennis just long enough for them to catch each others eyes.

Robby looks away, thrusts getting sloppy as he reaches his climax. Dennis moans somthing half aware and Roby presses all the way in as he cums, pressinf Dennis against him so hard he cant breath through his nose. Dennis flinches as it hits the back of his throat, trying to make a noise that conveys he cant breath.

Robby strokes Denniss hair, but holds him tight. "You can breath when youve swallowed it all baby." Its softer than anything Robby had ever said to him. Still rough in tone, a command wrapped in the breath of an orgasm. It has Dennis cumming in his boxers, his own pleasure rushing through him as he swallows around Robby. Sucking lightly and blinking up at the older man as his grip loosened around his skull. 

When Robby fully pulls back, he keeps his eyes on Dennis as he tucks himself back in his underwear. Dennis watches back, halfway between here there and nowhere. It takes a lot for him to hold onto the moment long enough to hear Robby ask if he had cum. The sleepy smile amd nod Dennis gives him is all he is able to do in response. He knows Robby laughs at him, knows he says something demeaning that makes Dennis sink further away. 

Then he is laying on Robbys bed, arms unbound but he is unsure when that happened. He knows Robby is removing his jeans, knows he asks him to stay. Asks him to please come back. Knows he repeats it at least a few times. 

He doesnt remeber anything else, but he wakes up with Robbys arms wrapped around him and his soft breathing in his ear. He knows they will have to talk in the morning, that things may not go well, that Robby still might not come back. So he scoots himself closer, lets Robby tighten his hold in his sleep and closes his eyes.

Part Two

[minnesota-fats]

A fic-lit about Danny working at the watchtower, not as a superhero but as an engineer.

This is based on an prompt I read months ago but cant find where Danny put that he was a halfa on his resume but the hiring manager didn’t pay attention to it and hired him anyway. Rather than that its just Danny working at the watchtower and vibing on break when a tiny Robin finds him in the viewing deck.

—

Danny had been working for the justice league watchtower for a couple of months. He has seen hero’s come and go, paying him no mind and he was absolutely living for it! Unlike at 14, he was just a simple, normal worker—despite being half dead and the next in line for the crown in the infinite realms—he is just a simple mechanical engineer, Danny Nightingale. No one to fight, no one to save, just a big space station that needed someone to help keep it up in space.

And that's another bonus to this job; Space!

He gets to spend his shift up in the stars, looking out at the cold expanse of their solar system. Admiring the earth from a whole new angle, and he is getting paid to do it! Sure he could go into space any time, but being able to spend a good portion of his time here really made his core sing in joy. When he was on break he would wander around the areas he had clearance to go into, looking out every window at every star. Cataloging the ships movement through space with sharp eyes. His favorite place to go is the viewing deck, it was exactly what it sounded like, a place to just go and view that space outside.

It was there that Danny decided to take his break today, the Watchtower was at just the right angle to be able to see the earth from the viewing deck. Danny smiled watching the planet he lived on from afar, this really was the best job he could have ended up with!

A few months back he was having a hard time finding work after college, sure he had all the proper qualifications for the positions he applied for. But due to his medical condition—being half dead with a slow almost nonexistent heartbeat—they all refused him, afraid that his heart wouldn't keep up if he left the atmosphere to board any of the space stations orbiting the earth. To be fair it wouldn't have, he tested it by flying up to the moon and back the old fashioned way. But he couldn't just tell them that; being an ecto entity was still a crime that he was just barely able to get away from at age eighteen.

He came out to his parents once he graduated high school, they reacted poorly. Danny’s mom saw red and tried to kill him the rest of the way, claiming that Danny was just a ghost “piloting” his corpse around. Danny’s dad just stayed silent and watched, but before maddie could really do anything he acted. Jack knocked Maddie out with a strong blow to the back of her head. Danny remembered the hope that he had when Jack did that, but after he looked up at the man that hope died in his chest. The man looked torn, both angry and sad and in a voice lacking any of the familiar warmth said, “leave before she wakes up.” And he turned to pick up Maddie and made his way up the stairs. It was because of his dad that he was able to get away because after that Danny Fenton was declared dead. With the help of Sam and Tucker he was able to make a new identity for himself and go to school. From that day on Danny decided to move on and never look back.

After putting his name out there time and time again he was rejected. It wasn't until he got a letter in the mail saying he had been scheduled for an interview at Wayne tech of all places. He didn’t remember applying there but decided to go anyway, needing some sort of job to get him through. But when he got there he was greeted by Lucius Fox and Batman of all people! Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the dark knight, Danny couldn't help but think the worst. But before he could bolt, Lucius explained that Batman was looking for workers with the help of Wayne Industries for the base of operations for the Justice League—The Watchtower. Turns out all his applications to several different space programs caught the man’s attention. He even explained that Danny wouldn't even need to have a physical or get on a spaceship because The Watchtower utilized teleportation technology. Danny was so excited that he agreed on the spot without even knowing the benefits he would get from working with them. Which—surprising to no one—were a lot of benefits.

Danny was drawn from his thoughts when he heard the soft, almost nearly nonexistent footsteps coming from behind him. Danny turned and saw a child—no older than twelve—wearing a hero’s costume that looked like he was mimicking a traffic light. The kid froze in his tracks when Danny turned to face him, the two staring at each other for a few moments before the kid smiled and waved at him.

“Hi,” the kid beamed at Danny, “I’m D—Robin!”

Danny lifted a brow, “you a part of the justice league?” He asked, not remembering a kid being a part of their team.

The kid shook his head, “No, my guardian is though!” He explained.

“Ah, neat,” Danny said nonshalontly as he turned back to look at the window, “you come to see the view?” He asked.

The kid walked farther into the room and gasped when he got a better look at said view. “Woah—”, he exclaimed, now standing next to Danny.

Danny looked beside him to see the stars reflecting off of the kids' eyes, “cool isn't it? I come here on my lunch breaks," Danny says.

The kid looked at him and then squinted suspiciously, “if you're at lunch where is your food?” He asked.

Danny smiled, “I forgot my lunch at home today,” Danny lied, seeing the stars gave him enough energy to continue going. He usually eats when he gets home.

“Really?” The kid asked with a raised brow.

Danny smiled and looked around to see if anyone else was there, when he saw no one he asked, “do you wanna hear a secret?” He asked. Robin looked around himself as well before he leaned down a bit so Danny could whisper into his ear, “I actually just absorb the energy from the stars to sustain myself.” He explained.

“Really?” Robin asked, looking at him again, trying to gauge if Danny was lying or not.

Danny smiled, “yep,” he said, popping the p, “that's why I got a job here, that way I won’t starve to death.” Danny grins.

“But cant you just look at the stars from earth?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“I mean, sure,” Danny says with a shrug, looking back out the window, “but this is so much better, isn't it?”

Robin looked out the window, “yeah!” The boy exclaimed, “it's so much clearer up here than in Gotham.” He commented.

Danny smiled and looked back at the boy, “I live in Gotham, too.”

“Really?” Robin asked, “No wonder you come up here,” the boy commented, causing Danny to snort in laughter and it wasn't long before Robin joined him.

“You got that right,” Danny says with a smirk before something dawns on him, “Wait, hero from gotham? I didn't know Batman had a kid?” Robin looked away, Danny could feel his nerves and sadness pass through him.

Danny was about to tell him that he didn't have to talk about it but before he could get his words out Robin spoke up, “My parents died about a year ago… he took me in only recently, he decided to train me when I found out he was Batman,” the kid says looking down at his feet, a glare etched on his face, “i never got to avenge my parents, the murderer had a heart attack before I could even get to him….”

Danny reached out to the kid and placed his hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin looked up at him—as if remembering that Danny was there with him.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Danny says softly, Robin looks away from him. “But I can tell you wholeheartedly, your parents are proud of you and what you are doing,” robin began rubbing at his mask, preventing him from wiping the tears away from his eyes underneath. “Here,” Danny says as he goes to pick up the 12 year old, “let's get you back to the Big Black Bat, I bet he is looking for you.”

Danny sits Robin on his hip and walks out of the room, rubbing circles into the child’s back. They walk together in silence, Robin resting his head in the crook of Danny's neck. “…Thank you,” Robin mumbles.

“Don't mention it kid,” Danny says as he looks around the corridor trying to spot anyone who could help him get this kid to the upper levels, “I know what it's like to lose your parents….”

“Really?” Robin asked, his head lifting off of Danny’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Danny says, “they didn't die, but they basically said they never wanted to see me again.”

Robin gasped, “that's not nice!” Robin declared making Danny laugh again.

“Your right,” Danny agrees as he turns down another hall towards where the zeta tubes were, maybe someone in there could help. “But, now I'm here, having the time of my life with the job of my dreams.”

Robin smiled again, “you could say you're living the HIGH life.”

Danny paused in the hall and started snickering, “that was a good one, Birdy.”

“Birdy?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, your name is Robin, that's a bird, so Birdy,” Danny explained, “its a nickname

“Does that make us friends?” Robin asked.

“Sure, as long as your guardian is ok with it.”

The boy smiled happily, excited at the idea of having made a new friend. The calm was interrupted but Danny’s supervisor yelled from across the room, “Nightingale!” He shouts, causing Danny to jump.

Danny turns to look at the man, “hey boss—” he starts, blocking Robin from the man, not wanting to scare the kid.

“You are late to clock back in! You're not getting paid to sit around with your head in the clouds!” The man shouts.

“Sorry sir, I was—”

“No! You need to get back to work, NOW!” He demanded, “this is a multibillion dollar space station, everything needs to be on a strict schedule!”

Danny sighed, his supervisor hasn't liked Danny from day one. Something about him being “young and nïeve” or something like that; “head higher up into space than we were right now.” At least that's what Danny heard him say about him once or twice.

Danny was about to talk back when something just past his manager caught his eye. It was Batman, walking fast with a look that told everyone to get out of the way. But Danny could feel the worry bleed off the man in waves. Must be looking for Robin, Danny’s mind supplied. Danny sidesteps his supervisor and shouts, “Hey Batman!” To catch the dark knight’s attention. Danny had to restrain his laughter when he saw the look of horror pass on his supervisor's face.

Now with the vigilanties cold glare focused on him, Danny smiled and adjusted his stance to show Robbin to him. “Looking for you kid?” Danny asked.

Robin smiled nervously and waved at Batman, guess he wasn’t supposed to wander off like he did. “Hey B!” He shouts.

Batman’s glare softens so slightly, a regular person would have missed it. However, Danny could feel the man’s previous anxieties melt away into a strong relief. Batman strutted forward and glared down at Danny—despite Danny being taller than him. Danny just smiled and adjusted Robin on him so he could hand him over to the dark knight.

Now in Batman’s arms, Robin tapped his pointer fingers together nervously. “Sorry for wandering off,” he mumbled before his smile came back full force, “but,” he exclaimed, “I made a friend! His name is Danny and he liked my puns! And we both have bird names!” He exclaimed all while pointing at Danny.

Batman looked from the kid in his arms to Danny, “hmm,” he grumbled. A man of few words, Batman nods at Danny.

Danny nodded back, “He’s a good kid, glad I was able to help.” Danny replied. Feeling gratitude from that small gesture alone. Batman isn't the most expressive but being able to read emotions like Danny really helps when talking to people.

Batman turns his head to look over at Danny’s superior, “hmm.” After that Batman turned and walked away.

Robin climbed to sit up on Batman’s shoulder and waved back at Danny, “Bye bird buddy! Have a good day!” He shouts as Batman enters the elevator. The doors closing behind them and leaving the zeta tube control center in near silence.

Danny looked back to his supervisor who looked as pale as a sheet ghost, Danny gave him a shit eating grin and shrugged at him. “I tried to tell ya—”

“Get back to work Nightingale!” He shouts.

“Ok, ok, I'm going.” Danny says, turning on his heels and walking away from the man with his hands held up in surrender.

—

I have so many ideas for this au and if I write more I might post it on my AO3 feel free to read other things I posted on there!

[lostintheweave]

There’s magic in the mornings. Those first moments in the blue-black dark, when their bodies stir before their minds do—her foot sliding against his, seeking warmth; his fingers twitching against her ribs. She moans softly, a dream’s echo, and he wonders what her mind is chasing, then lets the thought dissolve. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is here, now: this fragile pocket of time when he is hers and she is his, in this sweet love aching like the hum of an eternal hymn.

Outside, the world is still dark, but the edges of the night are softening, shadows retreating just enough to make out the curve of her shoulder, the line of her jaw. There’s a scar on her collarbone, pale and thin, he traces sometimes with his thumb when he thinks she asleep; he doesn’t now. Just watches the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way her mouth parts slightly as she exhales.

He could stay like this forever—suspended in this warmth, perfected over hours of closeness, in their tangle of hearts and bodies. But the day will come, as it always does. The light will shift, the birds will start their chorus, and the world will pull them apart, if only for a little while. So he lingers, just a moment longer, pressing his lips to her shoulder. He commits this to memory: the weight, the softness, the sound of her. The morning light, when it finally arrives, will find them like this—curled together, perfectly content, and already missing the night.

[unspecified-expectations]

Chung Myung can't compare to himself

The great sword saint was a legend of immeasurable power

he was powerful and grea

He was the main to defeat the heavenly demon Cheonma.

"He holds his ability," he hears.

"The new sword saint--no demon."

Chung myung was a demon,

not a saint

Wasn't like cheong myeong who saved the world and left Mount Hua to die and rot.

Chung Myung would stay and protect his home

Be better in the ways Cheong myeong could never be.

He's not yet at the strength of the sword saint yet.

May never be.

One thing he will ensure though

no matter what he does

even if he fails.

Is ensure the plum blossom sword saint is forgotten

[beanie26]

What if...

...Jonny at some point left, finding himself on a small asteroid. Backwater, some may call it.

What if at some point he had sustained an injury, perhaps to the eye.

What if he opened a bar, tempting fate for that fight he knew would end him. A bar that grew in size, until it was a casino as well.

What if he became known in this community, the establishment being known for its cards, for its one eyed owner with a name that started with a J. Was it James? Jack?

What if he met a young man at this bar, a man he knew. All at once he knew what he had to do.

What if he sent this young man, this boy out to do some tasks for him. Paying off his father's debts, Jonny tells this boy.

What if the boy returns one day with a coldness in his eye and a ticking in his heart. Jonny tells him it's for the best, parroting the words he was told so long ago.

What if he understands, all those centuries ago, the words said to him. It was for the best, for those lifetimes of adventure, for his crew, his family.

What if the boy can't see it in this moment. It dosen't matter anymore, Jonny's already played his part. He is shot, not that the bullet would kill him, not yet.

What if the bar burns around him, a falling piece of wooden beam peircing his heart. He can feel it in his bones, this is it.

What if, in his last moment, Jonny smells the smoke and thinks of Ashes. Remembers Tim as the smoke stings his eyes. Wonders if this lightness within him is what Raphaella felt when flying.

What if Jonny laughs, anger and joy and sorrow and humor and disbelif and relief all rolled into one. This backwater asteroid, where Jonny Vangelis D'ville ends his tale.

A backwater asterioid.

His beginning, and his end, all in the very same moment.

What if?

[weloveakechi]

Goro takes in a breath as he steps away from the stage. He’s got about ten things he should be doing right now, like returning his mic (switched safely off), discussing the taping with the director, and doing something about the way his stomach grinds on itself with hunger. 

Instead, he makes a beeline for the most interesting thing to pass through his orbit in as long as he can remember, stopping in front of tousled hair his fingers itch to tidy, and glasses doing their very best to shield their wearer from the world. 

Goro gives the boy one of his best smiles. Not the one prepared for television but for executives and interviewers. The one he saves for when he wants someone to take a shine to him. 

“I’m glad I found you, I wanted to thank you in person,” He says. 

He intends to get right to the point, and extend an invitation to further debate. Instead, he finds himself slipping into the flood of thoughts he’d wanted to share while stuck on stage. There is something about his companion’s posture and attention that urges the words out. He is quiet, save for a comment here or there that only adds fuel to Goro’s intellectual fire. Yet that silence is not ignorance nor indifference, but an invitation. One Goro accepts readily. 

It is enough to make him jab pointedly at the thieves themselves, his rambling ending on a hook, baited to see what he might uncover, “That’s why I believe, if a truly powerful opponent were to corner them, they would flee without a second thought.” 

“They wouldn’t back down.” Even without a mic to amplify it, Kurusu’s voice is firm, words said in such a way that brokers no argument. 

As if he knows Goro is speaking to the very person in question. 

A giddy bubble of excitement grows in Goro’s chest. Oh he is a cheeky one. Not only had he sat in the audience and told Goro, to his face and on television, that the Thieve’s way was just, but here he is doing it again as they are face to face. The words a dare to Goro. A question. 

Can you catch me?

After the previous day’s disastrous attempt to establish a relationship he had been fairly certain his plan to personally investigate the leader of the Phantom Thieves was a wash and he should just settle on spying on them instead. He had thought that this boy had the good sense to keep him at arm's length. 

But the daring in his voice and eyes speaks otherwise. 

A delicious chill runs down Goro’s spine. At last, he has found someone to match wits with. 

“You really are intriguing, I bet you’d make for a worthwhile debate partner on the subject,” He works to keep the absolute need coursing through his veins from slipping into his voice as he presses further, “If it’s alright with you, would you continue sharing your thoughts with me?” 

Only moments before Goro believed he knew everything he needed to about Akira Kurusu. His name, his record (trumped up as it obviously is), and his little gaggle of co-conspirators he calls friends. They’d been easy enough to track down between the glaringly obvious trail leading back to them, and the blond’s big mouth. 

He had even seen them in the Metaverse. 

Watched, almost mesmerized, as these upstarts picked their way through a bunch of shadows, their leader resplendent in black and red, face a wicked grin of delight, outshining them all. 

His suspicions confirmed, Goro could have left it at that. Watched them from afar to make sure they didn’t get in his way. There was little need to attempt to insinuate himself into their leader’s life, what more did he need to learn?

But then he’d seen them yesterday, and thought that a little insurance might be good too. Having an in with this group could pan out in a number of ways, either in his favor or in simply easing the way to their destruction.  

All those plots and schemes seem silly now as he faces a boy with more depth than he’d imagined. With a mind as sharp as his own.  

There is a fire that flickers, hot and fierce, behind his glasses. Those gray eyes molten steel even as the teen’s posture is slouched. His dress so casual no one would suspect such a sharp intellect to be hiding beneath the layers. As if he intended to sweep by unnoticed. 

Goro is not sure how anyone could ignore someone like this. He is captivating in almost every way. Starting with the secrets he keeps close to his chest and ending in the firm handshake he gives Goro as they agree to keep in contact, hand squeezing his gloved one as if to say, let’s start the game, shall we?

He returns the pressure, his own actions agreeing to the challenge. A coin slipped into the slot, a palm smacking the player one button to start the game. One he knows, at last, will be worthwhile to play. 

[hannibalzero]

Do you know who I am?

Charthur 🦬🦌🦬🦌 dabble!

With Dyani! Beware of cute and just Arthur.

Coming back from fur trapping, Charles Smith had hardly been gone a week but he was already so damn homesick. Turns out when you have a home to miss, it happens so easily. Charles hardly got on the trial before wanting to turn back and run straight into that little ranch house up on the hill with that large flower garden.

Charles missed Arthur, missed Dyani, his bed with that heavy quilt and a warm bath.

Taima being a spoiled and beloved horse now, saw her barn and broke out into a canter. She was sick of being on the road, she wanted to be home.

“Easy girl!” Charles soothed but couldn’t help but to smile. Excited himself to be home with his family. Taima stopped to allow Charles to open the stable door, Charles hurriedly got off before pushing the door open.

He stopped for a moment and counted. There were eight horses, when Charles left there was only three. Peaches, Gin and Brandy. Taima was with Charles of corse. Five random horses where looking at Charles curiously.

Arthur’s horses were still here.

But Charles still worried.

Removing the saddle and blanket, Charles took care of Taima and stabled her, he also cleaned his equipment and hung his fur haul to process later. Worry churned his stomach, did something happen while he was gone?

Charles took a deep, slow breath and settled himself as he approached the ranch house. He carefully pushed open the back door, the sound of Dyani crying made his heart hurt.

“Oh I know, it’s awful ain’t it.” Arthur soothed the crying baby in his hold. The sound of water filled poor Charles in on what was happening. In a washing basin on the kitchen table, Arthur was bathing Dyani much to her dismay. “Gettin’ wash up, I gotcha I ain’t gonna let ya go. Such a pretty girl.”

Beside the table was the actual tub, seems like Arthur was about to have a bath himself. The water was heating over the fire.

Charles relaxed a lot. “Hey.” He called out to his family, entering the room now as he closed the door behind him with a click.

“Hey you!” Arthur called out not hiding the smile on his face. Moving Dyani onto the towel on his shoulder and wrapping her up. “Wasn’t expectin ya till tomorrow!” He stood up and walked over. “God I missed ya.”

“Got done early, headed home as soon as I could.” Charles rubbed noses with Arthur before kissing him. Then moved down a bit to kiss Dyani. “Saw all those horses in the barn. You been busy?”

Arthur moved the baby to Charles shoulder towel and all. “Not by choice, but my hand was forced. Descent horses should fetch a good price after a little training.” Arthur went to pour the warm water into the waiting bath.

“Whatcha mean?” Charles asked his worry coming back to full force.

“Ohhhhhhh, small gang of outlaws broke into our house in the middle of the night. Thinking they could strong arm me for some money and well…pleasurable company.” Arthur said with a hum. “They hit the ground after sayin what they wanted and I got to work.”

“You took out a gang of outlaws?” Charles asked in shock holding Dyani closer now.

“While nursing.” Arthur sounded proud of himself. “I ain’t puttin up with nobody’s foolishness.” He looked back at Charles. “….we’re alright, I took care of everything.”

Charles was stunned for a moment. “You know something Arthur? I sometimes forget who you are and what you’re capable of. You are so sweet and caring, now that where out of the life it’s easy to forget.”

Arthur snickered cheeks turning red. “Imma Arthur goddamned Morgan Smith. I have a bounty of five thousand dollars and pretty red letters underneath saying don’t approach.” He bragged. “Husband of Charles Smith which they can’t find or charge. mama of the prettiest baby in four territories!” He leaned over and kissed Charles.

“Imma complicate feller you know?”

Charles smiled into the kiss. Nodding in agreement. “Yeah yeah you’re complicated. I’m glad you and Dyani are safe when I’m gone.”

“Miss ya awfully fierce when ya are gone. Makes me grumpy.”

“Those poor souls.”

“Ya got that right.”

[chicanomick]

I found this in an untitled document and have no memories of even writing it, I've never even written smut before sooooooooo yeah enjoy whatever this is!

“Can you feel how much I want you?”

Ian closes his eyes and throws his head back, trying to ignore the hard heat grinding against his thigh. “C’mon tough guy,” Mickey grinds his hips down harder letting a loud moan escape him, “look at me.” 

Reluctantly Ian opens his eyes, looking at the ceiling for a bit while he struggles to collect his thoughts and breaths. If he looks at Mickey right now Ian’s positive he’ll cum on the spot. Mickey’s chuckle is deep, immediately drying up Ian’s throat. 

The hand that’s cradling his neck moves downwards. Warm palms spread heat up and down his chest. Creating soft friction as they slowly drag over his white button-up shirt and to his shoulders. Down his arms. Around his wrist. Giving it a solid squeeze. Pinning him to the chair, melting him. 

“Talk to me, big guy.” It sounds like a whine, that’s the only reason Ian looks at the man on his lap. Immediately Ian knows he made a mistake. 

Mickey has his lips parted where hot pants of air escape him and brush over Ian’s own parted lips. His blue eyes are dark with lust and hooded. Hair, that is usually slicked back, frames his face, a singular strand of hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead. His shirt is unbuttoned revealing pale skin covered in tattoos. And his pants. God, his skin-tight black pants. Tight around the thighs that frame the beautiful bulge between them. Rhythmically grinding up and down Ian’s body. Using him. 

Fuck

“You’re not getting a raise.” Ian’s voice sounds weak, sounds like a whine. But Mickey laughs, stopping his hips and releasing one of his wrists to slick his hair back. 

“Not doing it for that type of raise.” Mickey brings his hand down and presses against Ian’s bulge again. “C’mon Gallagher, we don’t even have to take our clothes off.” Their hand is back on Ian’s wrist, grip tight as he leads Ian’s hand down towards his bulge. 

Ian groans at the feeling. Mickey's hand is on top of his pushing down his palm while he grinds up into Ian’s hand. He leans up to kiss Mickey and knows it’s all over. He never stood a fucking chance