the absolutely INSANE married things buddie have said in 8B

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...or rafe reuniting with his ex-wife.

♥︎ pairing .ᐟ ex-husband!rafe x married!reader

♥︎ summary .ᐟ reader goes over to her ex-husband's house when she finds out he introduced their son to his new girlfriend. rafe has a better idea for what they could do instead of arguing.

♥︎ warnings/tags .ᐟ smut! MDNI. cheating, unprotected piv, breeding kink. wc: 2.7k

♥︎ author's note .ᐟ first fic on my 3k celebration!!! i hope you guys like it <3 i have to wake up in six hours… 😭

3K MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

there's a theory that claims that men never get over their first love; that they're always going to be thinking about her, dream of her, mumbling her name in their sleep...

and if you wanted to prove said theory wrong, rafe cameron was the wrong person to go to; no matter what the occasion was, he would abandon it all for her if she called; anything for his first love.

you had been dating rafe since sophomore year of high school, starting to go out just days after you moved to the island. your family lived in a small, run-down house on the so-dubbed poor side of the island. even if your family couldn't afford much, they put all the money they had just so you could attend kildare academy.

when you started dating and he finally introduced you to his friends, you could see it in the eyes of every one of rafe's friends; they all looked down on you simply because you didn't come from money. one time while you'd been at a party rafe was hosting, you could hear his friends whisper about you, talking shit. saying how he was probably just dating you because you let him fuck you whenever, or how he pitied you.

that was the first time you two broke up; and a few days after, rafe came knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a well-practiced apology prepared.

after that? you two pretty much became the most notorious on-and-off couple on the whole island. it was like every other week, you and rafe broke up, got back together, and broke up again. one moment, you'd be all over each other; the next moment, you were all over each other in a completely different way. the problem was, as you got older, your situation stayed the same.

you parked your car in front of the house rafe was living in; the bastard had gone and introduced the woman he was dating to your son without asking you, without even saying a word. you slammed your car door closed, your heeled knee-high boots clacking against the concrete.

"rafe!" you shouted, banging the side of your fist against the wooden door, the wreath hung up on the door shaking with the force of your punches "rafe fucking cameron, i need to talk to you!"

rafe pulled opened the door, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed, "what the hell do you want now? child support not come through?" the man scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"why the fuck did you introduce some bitch to leo without mentioning it to me?" you pushed him, your ex-husband stumbling backwards, "do you have no common sense? i told you, i don't want you to introduce any of your sluts to him before asking me first."

"you introduced your damn boyfriend to him when i told you not to!"

"rafe, i've told you a million times, will is not my boyfriend; we've been married for a year." you let out an annoyed scoff, "and that's completely different. you told me not to introduce him to a guy i had been with for a year and was getting engaged to, meanwhile i'm telling you not to introduce him to your third girlfriend of the month."

"can you shut the hell up? i'm not some fucking town bicycle." you followed rafe into the living room, watching as your ex-husband poured whiskey into a glass. you watch as he downs the glass, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, continuing to pour more amber liquid into the glass, turning to you, "i'll have you know, sofia and i have been exclusive for three months now."

"well, that's basically as good as marriage when it comes to you." you let out a small scoff, "i don't want you to introduce our son to anyone i don't know, rafe." you grabbed the glass of whiskey from him, downing the liquid, burning as it went down your throat. you slammed the glass onto the tray, pointing a manicured nail at him, your engagement ring and wedding band glimmering under the light. "don't fuck with me. not when it comes to him."

"you're so fuckin' selfish." rafe scoffs, throwing his hands in the air "he's my son too, you have no right to tell me what i can and can't do!"

"i've got a custody agreement that says i do." you narrow your eyes, poking him in the chest, "if you do shit like that again, i'm calling my lawyer."

"you've gotta be kidding me." rafe shook his head in disbelief, a bitter laugh leaving his lips as he brought his face closer to yours, gritting his teeth, "you're gonna try and change our custody agreement because of this? there's no way you're that much of a vindictive bitch."

"you really must not know me," you scoff as you look up at him, your eyes narrowed and your voice low, "because if you did, you'd know that that's exactly how much of a vindictive bitch i am." you stared into each other's eyes, your heavy breaths mingling together. rafe's jaw was clenched, his steely eyes focused on nothing but you.

his lips crashed against yours.

his hands were in your hair, tangled in the strands, tugging on them only to bring you closer to him; his lips were devouring you, a clash of lips, teeth, tongue; and even though you tried to pull away at first, it was like every time he got his hands on you, you melted. every time rafe kissed you, it felt like you were clay and he was molding you into yourself.

your back hit the solid wall behind you, and rafe let out a slight groan when his hands wrapped around under your thighs, and you hopped into his arms, your hands around the back of his neck as rafe held you against the wall. his hands trailed up to cup your ass, the hem of your skirt now all bunched up, your ex gripping the fat of your ass.

rafe carried you into the bedroom you used to share with him like you weighed nothing, dumping you onto the bed and causing your body to bounce on it slightly. grinning up at him, you took your dress off, the blonde looking at your body up and down, cocking his head to the side.

"you wore red?" rafe tsked, referring to the lingerie set you were wearing, a wine-red one, a color you knew rafe loved on you, having ruined many a set while you were together, "you should've just said you wanted to fuck."

you bit your lip when rafe finally took off his shirt, revealing a set of abs you'd caressed, kissed, licked, more times that you could count. his long fingers made work of his belt buckle, swiftly pulling his belt off. he snapped it once before throwing it to the side.

his pants were off, the outline of rafe's hard cock visible through his white calvin kleins. you rubbed your legs together, your nipples hard and straining against your bra. "you gonna come here, or do i need to come and getcha?"

rafe shook his head with a chuckle, and at his words, his body was on yours, grinding against you. a gasp left your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed cunt, and you could feel your arousal starting to form a wet patch in your lacy panties. his lips trailed down your jawline as his hands trailed down the strap of your bra, the man letting out a chuckle against your skin, the words he mumbled against your neck causing vibrations to run down your spine. "let's get this pesky thing off, huh?"

you arched your back off the bed, and rafe's long fingers darted to the clasp of your bra, swiftly unclasping it and throwing it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. within seconds, his lips were on your nipple, licking on the hard bud before his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it in a way that made you to arch into his touch, gasps of pure pleasure leaving your lips.

one of his hands slid into the waistband of your panties, bringing hid middle finger to your clit and pressing on it, making you mewl as your hand found his hair, tugging on it slightly. rafe groaned against your nipple, causing a wave of shivers to run down your spine as his finger lazily rolled around your clit.

"please..." you whined, and rafe let out a small chuckle against your nipple before releasing it with a pop!

his lips started to trail down your body, pressing kisses from between your breasts, down your belly button, continuing all the way until his lips made contact with the waistband of your panties.

"please what?" rafe asked as he started to press kisses on your panty-covered pussy, getting closer and closer to the wet little patch that was now decorating them.

"take them off..." you mewled, your hands grasping the sheets underneath you. rafe pressed a small kiss right over your clit, accompanying it with a teasing lick, before his long fingers finally tightened around the waistband of your panties.

"look at that." rafe huffed in a way that resembled a laugh, and as you looked down, you could see a large patch on the inside of your panties. you scrunched up your nose and looked away, making him let out another chuckle as you hid your face in your hands, "you're so cute when you're embarrassed, baby..." he cooed mockingly, throwing your panties to the side. "there's nothing to be embarrassed about. we both know you get soaked within seconds when it comes to me."

rafe licked a stripe up your slit, making sure to slightly suckle on your clit, a moan leaving your lips, your back arching off the bed you used to share with him. he moved himself up, until his face was over yours. when rafe placed a small, dazing kiss on your lips, you licked your lips, tasting yourself; he always loved doing that; always loved to make it known that only he could have such an effect on you.

the blonde grinned as he tugged his boxers down, gripping the shaft and moving his cock so the tip of it was pressing against your clit, drawing tiiiiny circles of it as if it was another 'funny' game he liked to play with you.

"come on...!" you whined, smacking his shoulders, "i need you..."

"what's wrong, sweetie?" rafe cooed mockingly, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes, "your husband not enough for you?"

your eyes flit to the engagement ring and the wedding band on your ring finger, but the feeling of rafe's cock drawing circles on your needy, throbbing clit, before they looked back into his blue eyes that were mostly overtaken by the black of his pupil.

"please..." you looked at him through your lashes, pouting at rafe. he let out a slight chuckle, moving his shaft down to your entrance, "this what you want?" he asked, pressing a peck on your lips that felt like he was ridiculing you; but your body didn't care; all it cared about was having him inside of it. now.

"yes..." you whispered, "please..."

you felt the mushroom tip of rafe's cock finally enter into you, and even that was enough for a small smile to twitch up your lips; you knew it was pathetic, you knew that this wasn't something you should be doing but "aaaaaaahhhh-" as he sunk his cock deeper into you, you couldn't resist.

and before you were prepared for it, rafe had forced himself all the way into you, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside of you as you gasped for air, pressing your eyes closed in a way that brought tears to your eyes.

"tell me who you belong to..." he growled, his lips pressed against your neck as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of you, only leaving a tiny bit of it at your entrance.

"rafe..."

"tell me." rafe grabbed your thigh, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder so he could get even deeper inside of you, "tell me, who you belong to."

"i..." you whisper, your eyes fluttering open, eyelashes wet with tears, "i belong to you, rafe..."

and as he pistoned his cock into you, you couldn't help but throw your head back, your eyes closed, the tears stuck to your lashes ruining your eye makeup.

when rafe's hand slowly made it's way to your pussy, you could tell that he was close; your ex was a sucker for having you both come at the same time. rafe started drawing lazy circles on your clit as he continued to plunge his cock in and out of you, hitting you right where you needed him, and that combined with his thumb on your clit was making the pressure in your abdomen grow, and grow, and grow...

"i'm gonna fuck another baby into you..." rafe mumbled into your ear, "always wanted a big family..." his thrusts grew quicker to the point that you were having a difficult time keeping up with him, "gonna give you a second baby..." his thumb's pace on your clit quickened, "tell me you want it... c'mon, baby..."

your brain wanted to tell him no, but it was as if your heart and your body were in control, every inch of them screaming out the answer that left your lips.

"yes!" you screamed out, "yes, rafe, yes!"

you could feel your cunt clenching around him, moaning out rafe's name as your orgasm washed over you, every part of your body blissed out, until a sense of clarity hit you, and although you tried to shove rafe off you, you couldn't do so, feeling as warm ropes of his thick cum started painting the walls of your slick cunt white.

as rafe got down off his high, he let out a small chuckle as he pulled his cock out of you, the slightly pinkening inches of him soaked in a white mixture of you and him, only for him to shove the cum that was dripping out of you back into you, making you let out another gasp.

rafe laughed as he pulled his fingers out of your hole, bringing them to your mouth. "taste." and you knew; it wasn't a request, it was a command. and so you did.

some moments went by and you were nuzzled in rafe's arms, the both of you content and satisfied as you laid under the blankets, rafe smelling the raspberry-scented shampoo you always wore with a smile on his face; he hoped that your scent would linger; your shampoo, body wash, perfume; he hoped it'd all just... be there, in his bedsheets, forever.

you took the picture frame off the nightstand, and you saw exactly what you were expecting; a picture of you and rafe kissing only moments after you said i do; rafe in his ridiculously expensive tuxedo and you in your custom vera wang wedding dress, your ex-husband having told you that you didn't only deserve the best; you needed it. as you traced the hem of your wedding dress, rafe let out a chuckle, and you couldn't help but turn to him with your brows furrowed, "what?"

"it's just..." rafe brought his hand to rest over yours, his finger right where yours was, trailing your hem, "this kind of reminds me of how i bunched up this dress around your waist a little bit before the wedding..." his icy blue eyes turned to you, "and how i did the same with your most recent wedding dress, and fucked you. what was it you wore to your wedding with will?" he pretended to ponder, "valentino?"

you looked up at him your eyes narrowing, "you can never tell him this happened."

"don't worry, baby." rafe's hand detached from the frame as he cooed mockingly, going to trace your cheekbone with his long, ringed fingers, "i'm sure he can figure it out when your baby ends up looking nothing like him."

♥︎ author's note .ᐟ thinking of writing a fic about rafe and reader on her wedding day... lmk if you want that.

Never Get Tired (Of Loving You)

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader/ Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Even when you left JJ never got over you

an: I wrote this for @starfxkrinc in honor of her never watching the notebook everyone enjoys !

anytime, anywhere - lando norris x childhood sweetheart!reader

summary - lando fell in love when he was ten years old, heres small moments of that love over the years.

warnings - kisses, panic attacks, small amount of violence & lando being a SAP

wc : 8k

some music - work song, hozier | my love mine all mine, mitski | love of my life, harry styles | pov, ariana grande | super rich kids, frank ocean.

authors note - hi! as always, enjoy! reblogs & likes are always hugely appreciated!! lots of love, clove!

ten - the meeting

The fluorescent lights of the afterschool program shined bright as you were sitting at the snack table, quietly picking away at the food your mom packed for you this morning. It was 5:30, most kids had been picked up by their parents or siblings. Leaving you and four other kids left, one was a curly haired boy who was sitting not far across from you. Working away at his homework. 

You remembered he was in your class. Lando, you remember, was his name. He was quiet, and he sat far across the room from you, so you haven't spoken to him much since meeting him in september. 

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Batfamily x Neglected Reader x Theodore Nott

A/N: Sooo I’ve been obsessing over neglected Bat family fics lately and the idea of mixing it with Hogwarts just wouldn’t leave my head!!! I tried to make this both angsty and satisfying - hope you enjoyyy!!!

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You were born as [Y/N] Wayne, the biological daughter of Bruce Wayne and twin sister to Lila Wayne. You were both a year older than Tim Drake, making you part of the prestigious Wayne family… at least on paper.

From the moment you could remember, it was always Lila who got the attention. Lila who Bruce picked up and swung around. Lila who Alfred made special cookies for. Lila who Dick would take to the park. Lila who Jason would protect fiercely.

You? You were just… there.

“Dad, look what I drew!” you said excitedly, holding up your artwork at age 8.

Bruce barely glanced your way, “That’s nice, sweetie. Lila, come show me your dance routine again!”

You lowered your drawing, watching as your twin sister twirled and received thunderous applause from the entire family. Your papers crumpled in your tiny fist as you quietly slipped away… again.

When the letter arrived on your 11th birthday, everything changed.

An OWL. An actual OWL swooped into the Wayne Manor library where you were hiding, reading alone as usual. The letter it carried was addressed specifically to you:

Miss [Y/N] Wayne The Smallest Bedroom Wayne Manor Gotham City

“What the hell…” you whispered, breaking the wax seal with trembling fingers.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

You read it once. Twice. Three times. A witch? YOU?

When you told your family at dinner (which you were only at because Alfred insisted), their reactions were… predictable.

“Magic isn’t real, [Y/N]. Stop making things up for attention,” Bruce said dismissively.

“Yeah, [Y/N], that’s stupid,” Lila giggled, and everyone laughed along with her.

Only Alfred raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps we should investigate this claim, Master Bruce.”

But it didn’t matter if they believed you. Because Professor McGonagall arrived the next day, turned their coffee table into a pig, and suddenly no one was laughing anymore.

Lila wasn’t magical. The test McGonagall performed confirmed it. The look of PURE JEALOUSY on your twin’s face was the first genuine emotion she’d ever directed at you.

“I’ll take you shopping for your school supplies tomorrow, Miss Wayne,” McGonagall said kindly.

As you packed your trunk to leave for Hogwarts, you realized no one had come to say goodbye except Alfred.

“They’re busy with Lila’s recital,” he explained apologetically.

You smiled sadly, “I know, Alfred. They always are.”

The moment the Sorting Hat touched your head at Hogwarts, it spoke gently: “Ah, a Wayne with a heart too big for the family that failed to see it. Better be… HUFFLEPUFF!”

The table of black and yellow erupted in cheers, and for the first time in your life, people were actually happy to have you join them.

The years at Hogwarts changed you. Professor Snape discovered your talent for potions and took you under his wing. “You remind me of someone I knew once,” he said quietly one day. “Someone who deserved better than she got.”

Professor McGonagall became the mother figure you never had, teaching you not just transfiguration but strength. “Stand tall, Miss Wayne. Your magic comes from within, as does your worth.”

You made friends… real friends. Blaise Zabini with his dry humor. Draco Malfoy who, despite his arrogance, always saved you a seat in the Great Hall. Pansy and Astoria who braided your hair and taught you beauty charms. Even the mysterious Riddle brothers, Mattheo and Tom, treated you like their little sister, hexing anyone who dared upset you.

Your letters home grew shorter and fewer.

Dear Family, Hogwarts is fine. Classes are good. - [Y/N]

Their replies, when they came at all, were equally brief.

Glad you’re well. Lila made the honor roll again. - Bruce

By fifth year, you had stopped caring. Your family was HERE, among the magical folk who saw your value.

And then there was Theodore Nott.

Tall, intelligent, quiet Theodore with eyes that followed you in the library. Theodore who asked you to the Yule Ball with a rare, nervous smile. Theodore who kissed you beneath the enchanted ceiling as fake snow fell around you both.

“You’re extraordinary, [Y/N],” he whispered against your lips. “They’re fools not to see it.”

You fell HARD for Theo. His family’s estate in Italy became your favorite topic of conversation.

“We could go there,” he said one evening in your sixth year, his fingers intertwined with yours. “After graduation. Start fresh where no one knows the Waynes or the Notts. Just be ourselves.”

The idea took root and grew.

By your final Christmas break at age 18, you had barely spoken to your birth family in years. You only returned to the manor to collect the last of your belongings before graduation in six months.

“You’re… leaving?” Bruce asked, looking genuinely confused when you announced your plan to move to Italy with Theodore after graduation.

“Yes,” you said simply. “I’ve been gone for seven years, Dad. You just didn’t notice.”

The entire family stood frozen in the foyer. Dick looked stricken. Jason was frowning deeply. Tim seemed bewildered. Damian scowled. Even Alfred appeared pained.

“But… but you can’t just leave,” Lila sputtered. “You’re a Wayne.”

You laughed, the sound hollow. “I stopped being a Wayne the day I became a witch. You made sure of that.”

The doorbell rang, cutting through the tension.

When Alfred opened it, there stood Theodore Nott in an impeccably tailored wizarding suit that somehow still looked Muggle enough to pass in Gotham. His dark hair was styled perfectly, his handsome face serious as he took in the assembled Wayne family.

“Ready to go, darling?” he asked, his eyes softening only when they landed on you.

Lila’s jaw DROPPED. You couldn’t blame her. Theodore was gorgeous, wealthy in both wizarding and Muggle terms, and completely devoted to you.

“That’s… that’s your boyfriend?” she stammered.

“Fiancé, actually,” Theodore corrected smoothly, showing the engagement ring on your finger that none of them had even noticed. “We’re viewing properties in Italy next week.”

You picked up your enchanted bag that held all your remaining possessions. “Goodbye,” you said simply.

As Theodore led you to the waiting magical car, you heard Lila’s shrill voice: “Dad! Why does SHE get to go to Italy with a hot rich guy? IT’S NOT FAIR!”

Some things never changed.

But as Theodore squeezed your hand and whispered, “Home is wherever we make it, [Y/N],” you realized some things DID change.

You had found where you belonged. And it wasn’t with the Bat Family after all.

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A/N: This was sooooo satisfying to write!!! I might do a part 2 if people want one where the Bat family tries to get reader back but she’s living her BEST LIFE in Italy with Theo and her magical family comes to visit and puts the Waynes in their place!!! Let me know what you think!!! Enjoyyy!!!

Part 2: The Family They Never Were

Part 1

A/N: AHHH thank you all for loving part 1!!! As promised, here’s part 2 where the Bat Family tries to get reader back but she’s THRIVING with Theo and her magical family isn’t about to let the Waynes ruin everything!!! Enjoyyy!!!

Six months had passed since you left Gotham behind. Six GLORIOUS months.

The Italian villa you and Theodore had purchased was nestled in the wizarding community of Verona - a stunning stone structure with creeping vines and a view that made your heart skip every morning. Magical fountains dotted the garden, and the library rivaled Hogwarts’ in beauty if not in size.

“Mrs. Nott?” Theodore’s voice called from the terrace. You still weren’t used to your new name, but it sent shivers down your spine every time you heard it.

Your wedding had been intimate but magical - literally. Held in the gardens of Hogwarts (McGonagall had insisted), with Professor Snape walking you down the aisle, looking profoundly uncomfortable in formal robes but utterly determined to fulfill his role. The Riddle brothers had threatened Theodore with creative hexes if he ever hurt you, while Blaise served as best man, his usual smirk replaced with genuine happiness.

You hadn’t invited the Waynes. They hadn’t noticed your absence anyway.

Until now.

“There’s mail,” Theodore said, handing you your morning coffee and a small stack of envelopes. “Including one with a Gotham postmark.”

Your heart stuttered as you recognized Bruce Wayne’s handwriting. Seven years of barely a word, and NOW he wanted to communicate?

The letter was short:

[Y/N],

We need to speak. The family is not whole without you. We’re coming to Italy next week. Alfred has tracked your address.

- Bruce

You handed it wordlessly to Theodore, who read it and immediately summoned parchment. “I’m contacting everyone,” he said firmly.

By “everyone,” he meant YOUR family - your REAL family.

Draco’s response came first: Already booking a portkey. No one upsets our Hufflepuff.

Then Snape’s terse note: I will arrive Tuesday. Bringing potions that leave no trace.

McGonagall was more diplomatic but no less determined: I believe it’s time for a family meeting. Your REAL family.

The Riddle brothers sent simply: We’re already in Naples. Be there tomorrow.

And so it happened that when the sleek Wayne Enterprises jet landed in Verona a week later, your home was already filled with your chosen family.

The doorbell rang precisely at 2 PM.

“I’ll get it,” Draco drawled, straightening his impeccable suit.

You heard muffled voices, then Draco’s coolly amused tone: “Ah, the famous Waynes. How… ordinary.”

They filed into your grand living room - Bruce leading with his imposing presence, followed by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Alfred, and of course, Lila - who was openly gawking at the magical photographs moving on your walls and the enchanted ceiling that mirrored the sky outside.

What struck you most was how SMALL they seemed now. Not physically - Bruce was still a towering figure - but their presence felt diminished in your new world.

“[Y/N],” Bruce began, then stopped abruptly as he took in the room full of people. Professor Snape stood by the fireplace, his dark eyes cold. McGonagall sat regally in an armchair. The Riddle brothers lounged against a bookshelf, twirling their wands. Blaise, Pansy, and Astoria formed a protective semicircle around your chair. And Theodore stood directly behind you, hands resting possessively on your shoulders.

“What is this?” Bruce demanded. “We came for a family meeting.”

“This IS my family meeting,” you replied calmly. “Every person who truly cares about me is in this room.”

Lila snorted. “Oh please. These… freaks aren’t your family. WE are.”

Tom Riddle’s wand hand twitched dangerously, but Mattheo placed a restraining hand on his brother’s arm. “Careful,” he murmured. “We promised [Y/N] no unforgivables.”

“You abandoned [Y/N] for seven years,” Theodore said, his voice deceptively soft. “And now you appear demanding her attention?”

“We made mistakes,” Dick admitted, looking genuinely pained. “We didn’t realize-”

“Didn’t realize WHAT?” Pansy interrupted sharply. “That [Y/N] was worth your time? That your own DAUGHTER deserved basic affection?”

Bruce squared his shoulders. “We’ve come to bring you home, [Y/N].”

The room temperature seemed to drop several degrees as everyone stared at Bruce Wayne in disbelief.

“Home?” you repeated, rising slowly from your chair. “HOME? I AM home, Bruce. For the first time in my life, I am surrounded by people who see me. Who CHOSE me.”

“You’re a Wayne,” he insisted. “You belong in Gotham. With your real family.”

Professor McGonagall made a small noise of disgust. “Mr. Wayne, I have watched this young woman grow from a scared, neglected child into a powerful witch. I have dried her tears when your letters never came. I attended parent conferences YOU should have been at.”

“And I,” Professor Snape stepped forward, his black robes billowing, “supervised her advanced potions work while you were busy with your… other daughter. [Y/N] is the most gifted potioneer of her generation.”

“You… you don’t understand,” Bruce tried again.

“No, YOU don’t understand,” you said firmly. “I gave you eighteen years to be my father. You failed. These people picked up the pieces.”

Lila suddenly burst forward. “This isn’t FAIR! You get magic, a hot husband, a villa in Italy, and now you’re trying to steal Dad’s attention too?”

The absurdity of her statement made Blaise laugh out loud. “Merlin’s beard, she really is that delusional.”

“This conversation is over,” Theodore stated, his arm now around your waist. “Mrs. Nott has made her position clear.”

“Mrs… you’re MARRIED?” Tim gaped, speaking for the first time.

You held up your left hand, where a stunning emerald ring sat alongside your wedding band. “For three months now.”

“You didn’t even TELL us!” Bruce roared.

“Why would she?” Tom Riddle asked mildly. “You didn’t tell her when you adopted a new child every other year.”

“Look,” you sighed, suddenly tired of this whole charade. “I don’t hate you. Any of you. I just… don’t need you anymore. I have a husband who loves me, friends who would die for me, mentors who guide me. What could you possibly offer that I don’t already have?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

“Come on, Bruce,” Jason finally said, placing a hand on his adoptive father’s shoulder. “We lost this one. Years ago.”

Alfred stepped forward then, his elderly face lined with regret. “Miss [Y/N]… Mrs. Nott. For what it’s worth, I am truly sorry. I should have done more.”

“You were the only one who tried, Alfred,” you said softly. “Thank you for that.”

“This isn’t over,” Bruce stated, his Batman voice creeping in.

Draco laughed coldly. “Yes, it is. The wards around this property are now programmed to your magical signatures. You won’t be able to return without an invitation.”

“You can’t just-” Lila began shrilly.

“Actually, they can,” Astoria cut in sweetly. “Magic is wonderful that way.”

As the Waynes were ushered out, you felt Theodore’s arms encircle you from behind. “Are you alright, love?” he murmured against your hair.

“Better than alright,” you answered truthfully. “I feel… free.”

Later that evening, with your chosen family gathered around your dinner table, glasses raised in a toast, Professor Snape offered rare words of approval:

“To [Y/N] Nott. Who proved that family is not determined by blood, but by who stays when the darkness comes.”

“To [Y/N]!” they echoed.

And as Theodore squeezed your hand under the table, you knew with absolute certainty that you had made the right choice. The Bat Family might save Gotham every night, but they had failed to save you.

Fortunately, you had saved yourself.

A/N: AHHHHH that was so satisfying to write!!! I hope you all loved it!!! The idea of the Waynes showing up all entitled only to find reader’s REAL family already there to protect her just made me soooo happy!!! Let me know if you want more stories in this universe!!! Theo and [Y/N] in Italy living their best magical life while the Bat Fam realizes what they lost FOREVERRR!!! Enjoyyy!!!

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Eyes Of The Enemy - Nico Hischier

Summary: Nico unknowingly hooks up with and catches feelings for the niece of New York Ranger's head coach but when he learns her of her connection to the Devil's greatest rival. Will he still feel the same?

Princeton master's student!reader

Author's note: highkey inspired by the Devils slam dunking the Rangers in that last game.

Word count: 2.8k

The meow is too powerful