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──── 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: blue moon aug. 2023 winner: @tired-lime ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor Kenway x mermaid! Reader ✧ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k ✧ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You’ve been part of Captain Ratonhnhaké:ton’s crew upon the Aquila for just over half a year now. The crew picked you up when you were found stranded out at sea, clinging to the debris of what you claimed to have been the ship you had previously been a crewmember of, smashed to bits and sunk by pirates. You’ve been… odd to say the least. You dress unconventionally and your geographical knowledge beyond that of the ocean and coasts is terrible. 

But you’ve proven yourself to be an asset to the crew. There’s no one as quick-thinking and efficient as you when the weather takes a turn for the worse and you’re the most skilled harpooner and fisherwoman anyone on board has ever seen. Your backstory might be filled with holes and spotted with a few inconsistencies but you’ve proven yourself to be an asset to the crew in terms of navigation and keeping up food rations when the crew is between raiding ships all along the east coast. Your utility and friendly, curious nature have stopped anyone from speaking up against your suspiciously incomplete backstory and ignorance. 

Whenever there’s extra food or coin to be needed, there you are, throwing out nets and pulling them back on board as though you’d called the fish to you like a pack of loyal dogs. The crew could rest assured that they’d never starve so long as you had a net and they weren’t too fired of the same food day in and day out. 

Your utility often glosses over your curiosity but Ratonhnhaké:ton is a man who leaves no loose threads and no rock unturned. He walks a path with many enemies along its way and so he can leave no room for surprise. Time and time again has he tried to find out where you come from and each investigation of his has turned out fruitless. 

The more he came out empty handed, the more his suspicions of you grew. The only explanation for this could be that you had gone to the effort to hide your identity. But why? Were you running from something or were you an enemy hiding in plain sight? 

One late evening while the ship is docked in a port and the crew are out to enjoy their night with drinks and women, Connor decides to follow you. You have not joined the rest of the crew at the tavern and have instead opted to walk along the beach. Your trousers are rolled up your legs and you carry your boots and socks in one hand, the waves lapping against your ankles as you walk barefoot across the sand. 

The moon is waning and does not illuminate the land quite enough for the sort of walk that you’ve decided to take yourself on at this late hour. The stars twinkle above you and the silvery lights of the sky dance upon the crests of the waves as they crash in a foam upon the shore. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton has experience in tailing people without being seen and that’s what he does now, sticking to the foliage on the treeline of the beach, hiding amongst shadows as he follows your every step. His suspicions of you are only raised by the fact that you don’t pause to take in the scenery or the feeling of the waves lapping at your feet. You seem to be moving with purpose, with a destination. But where could you be going? One of the things that makes you stick out is how disconnected from the world you seem so who could you be meeting or where could you be heading that Connor doesn’t know about? It doesn’t make any sense and so he continues to follow you with conviction. 

You head towards the base of a rocky cliffside and Connor uses the surrounding rocks to hide from your line of sight, cursing mentally when he has to steadily set his boots into rock pools in order to avoid making any noise and alerting you of his presence. 

He watches as you push back a curtain of ivy to reveal a natural doorway behind and you disappear into it. Connor is now more suspicious than ever. What is this secret place? He waits only a minute and then follows you. He does not enter as you did but instead pushes the curtain of leaves aside just enough to peer inside. You’ve lit a torch that’s set up on a stand by a large natural pool in this cavern that opens up to the sea. You’re stripping off the last pieces of your clothes, neatly folding them up and setting them down upon a rock. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton feels his face flush with heat. Were you perhaps waiting for a secret lover of yours? His worries are dispelled by this thought for all of a moment. A lover could still be his enemy. 

But you instead step into the pool of water. Connor watches in curiosity as the place where you submerged yourself beneath the surface then bubbles up as though the water were boiling. It’s enough to make him finally enter the cavern and get a closer look. 

That’s when Connor sees a large fluke-like tail smack against the surface. It’s a silvery colour and it then vanishes beneath the bubbles as they dissipate. Only moments later, you resurface, a shiny object clutched in your hand. Connor watches as you clambour out of the water to place it down beside your folded clothes. It’s one of your rings, you must have dropped it while changing. 

But what really captures Connor’s attention is the thick cover of scales that descend from your waist. That fluke sways just beneath the surface, glittering in the faint torchlight and everything clicks into place. You’re one of those mermaids of legend. That’s why you know so little of the world, why your past is shrouded in mystery. The legends say that mermaids sing sailors to their deaths and yet you’ve been disguising yourself as one all this time. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton decides to keep your secret for now. His questions have been answered and yet now a whole new range of them have been unlocked. 

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Crescent: chapter 9 ☾⋆⁺₊✧

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The walk back to the heart of Reynyr is filled with an uneasy tension between your brows, a couple glances to your right tells you Hongjoong is feeling the same weight of unanswered questions. Before he cracks, you break the silence, hoping to avoid any snide elusive comments from Hyunjin.

“So, the alliance is with wolves?” You tentatively offer in Felix’s direction ahead of you.

Hyunjin lets out an amused sigh, turning on his heel to walk backwards to answer you.

“Did those look like your run of the mill canines to you? They’re ancient creatures, in the common tongue they’e best known as werewolves but there’s a bit more to them than that.”

Hongjoong gives you a look of confirmation before cocking a questioning brow at the elves.

“I assume we’ll only be made privy to the details by Farija?” 

“Correct.” Hunjin smirks before twisting back around into step with Felix.

“Don’t fret you two, we’re heading to Fraija right now to report this.. incident. He’ll likely divulge you in the details then considering the circumstances.” Felix says, looking over his shoulder to smile at you both. 

It can’t happen too soon. That was a close call, if you’d not been with the elves, hell if the wolves hadn’t shown up, you’d be in the hands of Ivorian soldiers right now. You shake off the thought with a shudder.

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Standing once again before Fraija, you sense the immediate tension in the space. The elven leader is quick to confirm it.

“It is no coincidence that you both set foot into our borders and this attack comes about so soon after. There is no telling who knows our location but this we know for sure, Igoras is no longer hesitant to enter our borders.” He turns to Hyunjin and Felix who nod with understanding as he speaks.

“We must move things along swiftly, they will need to be trained as to not be a liability to you both. And as little as I like divulging our plans to strangers, we cannot have you in our borders any longer and after a little research into your history-“ he sends a pointed look at Hongjoong before continuing- “our people something to place our hopes on.”

“My history?” Hongjoong questions carefully.

“You’re familiar with the name ‘Park Seonghwa’ correct?”

Hongjoong stiffens in place, his eyes misted over with an emotion you cannot place.

“I am..” he answers plainly.

“He needs to be found, he needs to find it in him to make a stand. We cannot complete our plan without him.”

“And what exactly is your plan?” Honjoong bites out. 

You don’t know who this Seonghwa is and how he relates to Hongjoong’s history but you can’t imagine it to be anything good. Fraija doesn’t so much as wince at his tone and answers slowly.

"Calgrai's history is rich with suffering caused by Igoras. They are power driven barbarians with no care for understanding the natural world or the power that runs through it. They usurped their position of rule when our ancestors were weak from the war with the lands of Valgor across the sea and now our people are left scattered. Reynyr was valiantly defended and rebuilt, with magical wards of concealment to preserve what is left of our kin. However, this land is dying. Hatred and fear contorts like ivy and the very air is thick with misery. All the people’s off this land have their purpose, be it flora, fauna, the sun in the sky or the water that runs through the earth. The land has fallen out of balance, and with it our people are perishing. The land simply does not have the magical power left to sustain us for much longer and with that growing weakness, Reynyr will be an easy target for Igoras to wipe out. The only way to restore such balance is to rid the land of its plague. That plague is Igoras. To do this, we need to unite the peoples, be it bandits or the great dragon tamers of the north. Most of all we need someone who can channel that combined power into destroying Igoras.” 

You’re stunned, the history of Igoras was something you knew little of. All you were made privy to by your limited education for your position in the palace was that the woodlands were littered with blood thirsty creatures of magic. Cruel with intent and needing to be destroyed like vermin. Drilling into you the notion of the kingdom being a safe haven to be grateful for and loyal to. Of course, you’d long doubted the reliability of such ideas as you grew older and witnessed the horrors the kingdom exposed you to. You shiver lightly as the image of your mother being dragged away from your crying form crosses your mind, before being snapped out of your thoughts by Hongjoong’s voice.

“And you believe Seonghwa fits such a role?” Hongjoong questions.

“When last you saw him he was but a boy, unchecked and unchallenged in his power and rage at Igoras for wiping out his kin, now we hope those ailments have matured with age.” Fraija says with conviction.

“Those sound like words formed of desperation rather than certainty, your judgement is clouded.” Honjoong replies, you hold your breath at the cold turn the conversation has taken. Fraija only smiles.

“These are desperate times, a little hope is not a bad thing to hold onto young one…Be that as it may, my kin felt a surge of power not two moons past, the kind that could’ve only came from the force of a sorcerer.”

A sorcerer… the strength that word hits you with is unparalleled.

A sorcerer. A commander of magic. With a sorcerer this is a fight we could truly win.

The hope that fills your veins at the thought is enough for you to find your voice.

“So, you would like us to find Seonghwa?” You ask.

“Yes, Hyunjin and Felix will accompany you as well as one of the wolves- which one is not my decision but their leader’s. I cannot leave Reynyr myself as it evidently requires more wards of defence.” He finishes.

Hongjoong looks at you as if to ask your permission. The glint of newfound hope in his eyes tells you enough of his thoughts on the matter. Apart from the land’s dire need for salvation, Friaja’s plan gives you the courage to realise that you have your own score to settle with Igoras. So you nod at Hongjoong and turn back to Fraija.

“We’ll do it.”

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Chapter 4.

Vampire empire

𓆩♱𓆪

Tw: mentions of suicide

Small smut scene 😸💔

"You don't have to go!" Dinah's voice sounded almost wounded, "not alone that is, Lucia." She grabbed my forearm as she pulled me to look at her. "I can't lose you too." She whispered.

"Dinah.. I'll be okay, he won't hurt me.." even I didn't believe my own words.

"Do you hear yourself? Do you?" I watched as looked at the ground, her blonde locks falling in-front of her face as she seemed to crumble towards me. "Please, Lucia.."

In all my life I've never heard, Dinah beg, she was the one you'd typically beg for mercy but, it seems as though the tables are turned.

"Dinah," I brought her into a warm embrace, she clung to me like I was the last thing on earth. "I'm sorry.." I whispered.

"Lucia no.." she cried. "Please.. please stay," she cupped my face. "Please.." I could see the tears that stained her skin, how her blue eyes had this pleading look in them.

"I love you, Dinah. I truly do," I kissed her cheek gently and pulled away. "You-" I could feel my own voice and heart breaking. "You're like the mom I never got to know long enough," I smiled sadly, I could see how her heart broke.

"Lucia-" I pulled away, a sad smile on my lips.

"I love you." My brown eyes full of tears as I stepped away, closing my eyes as I was transported out of Kandor. Killer croc looked at me.

"Lucia."

"Croc." I met his eyes for a moment. "Don't die," I said softly.

"You always tell me that, even before all this.. you got a soft spot for me or something?" I could hear the smirk in his tone.

"I like all things green," I smiled. "And you my friend are as green as they come.. speaking of green, any word on poison Ivy?" I whispered.

"No word on her yet, makes me think they killed her."

"Hm.." I looked down at the ground. "Thank you, Croc." I smiled at him once more before continuing my journey.

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Vampire Empire

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It easy to get captured when you're one of the highest bounty's for the vampire king, you may be wondering the reward? A place in his court, four fresh and plump humans, as well as two vials of StarFires blood.

Yippie. Could you feel the sarcasm in that?

Well back to me getting captured, it was just outside Gotham, was nearly there too! The vampires that had gotten me had really cold hands like really cold. It was uncomfortable.

"I wonder why you are so important," one hissed.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Might just take a bite.." another spoke before getting slapped by another.

"He'll take your head for that!" Another spoke, all their voices raspy.

"Jesus you all are so annoying," I rolled my eyes again. I could see the way they all stared at me. "Just take me to the bastard! Before I kill myself!" I growled. "I'm so sick of this back and forth shit."

They all went quiet as they grumbled. One grabbed my wrist roughly as he spoke. "He never said you had to be in good condition,"

"I feel as though it was implied." I hissed. "No wait it is implied,"

"You are nothing but a mere human, the bottom of the barrel.. I should sink my teeth into you, he'd never know."

"Oh but I would." I could hear his singsongy voice behind me. "Now, you have something that belongs to me." I could feel his smile, and even in a room full of vampires he was the only one that truly terrified me.

"My- my king, I didn't mean to-" he stared at him with bored eyes, I could hear a snap of his fingers as the vampire who had been holding me was immediately killed. I flinched as Diana looked up at me.

"Lucia," she purred a smile on her lips. "How are you, my dear?" Her hand trailed my cheek.

"Wonder Woman.. or well.. Diana." I whispered, I could feel his cold hand slither over my neck and rest on my shoulder.

"Let's go home, Lucia." He whispered.

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He had me cleaned up and sent to his room. This felt like something straight out of those nightwing fanfics we read together one night.

His voice was deeply British as he spoke. "He-" he couldn't stop laughing as I hit his chest. "He- He met my orbs, those piercing blue eyes locking into my y/e/c eyes. His mask concealed what little of his face I could see."

"This is horrendous," I gasped as laughter filled the air.

"Oh it is!! I don't even act like this? What?" His arms wrapped around my waist as he hugged me closer. "If I'm gonna have sex trust me, it's not with a random civilian." He pressed kisses into my neck.

"Not if I was the random civilian?" I said jokingly.

"If you were a random civilian, I still think we would've met some how." He smiled.

"Not as hero's?"

"I feel like you'd own that bakery and book store like you've always wanted," he whispered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and we'd meet there because you know me and my sweet tooth." He looked into my eyes warmly. "I'd probably fall in love with you on the spot, you'd be.. covered in flour," he wiped my cheek as though there was something on it.

"Go on.."

"You'd have that show stopping smile on as you'd ask me 'hi, how may I help you today?' And I would be a stuttering mess." He laughed.

"I'd pay good money to see that," I smiled.

I looked down at the floor, not even realizing I was crying at the memory. I covered my mouth with my hand and sobbed quietly, but obviously not quiet enough.

"Lucia.." he whispered, his hand resting on my lower back, I flinched and jumped upright. "Don't be frightened, little bird." He spoke softly. "What's the matter?"

"Old memories.." I smiled sadly.

"My beautiful," he cupped my face. "We can make new memories to flush out those pesky old ones." He kissed away my tears, so gently..

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The desperation for me seemed to bring out a certain passion in him, a hunger that was unmatched. Every bit of anger and sadness and resentment seemed to melt away with his kiss. In that moment, the both of us were transported back in time, to a happier, kinder and far less bitter time. Nothing else mattered...

Only us..

He really must've missed me...

"You missed me?"

"Gods yes." He said desperately, his lips on my neck again, his sharp fangs grazing against my neck slightly as he kissed me.

"Don't turn me now,"

"Maybe I want that..." He told me, his voice soft and sweet. He pulled me closer, the two of us now standing less than an inch apart, his eyes staring into mine with an intensity.

"I want you, you.. mean more to me than words can really describe." He mumbled, the truth in his words plain as day.

Without saying anything I pulled him into a kiss, my hands finding a home in his hair. It was almost feverish how I clung to him, desperately trying to get some part of me back. A part of me that had died that night.

He let himself be pulled in, his hands going back to my hips and my waist, his fingers sinking into my flesh. Our mouths met with a ferocity I hadn't felt before, and his heart fluttered with joy as his lips met mine.

He pulled away still grasping at me like I'd vanish into thin air. "My beautiful, bird." His fingers grasping my chin forcing me to look upwards.

(Dicks POV)

I had forgotten just how beautiful she was, and I was more than a little surprised that after all this time, that I still wanted to see her, still cared for her, loved her. "You have no idea just how much..." my hands reached for her shoulders as I pushed her down onto the bed.

I was trying to express something more but my words ran out, and I let out a low sigh as I simply kissed her again, a certain desperation to it.

She kissed back, her hands finding a home in my hair again, then moving down the back to my neck where she hung on. "You don't need these," I muttered against her lips as I tugged at her shirt, ripping it off with one pull, god I love the new strength I have.

I watched her face redden, 'I wonder what her blood tastes like.. probably as sweet as her.' I thought to myself. My lips pressed to her neck once more, taking in her scent.

Even in death she had this hold on me, this cosmic hold, like an invisible string pulling us together. We never could be apart for longer than a week, but it had been months and our string was getting tighter, but right now.. it's softer less painful.

I ran my hands down the sides of her, moving them over places I had once marked prior, my lips finding a home between her breasts, watching her with half lidded eyes as my kisses moved lower.

I could smell her desperation dripping from her, she's so incredibly intoxicating, so incredibly sweet like a drug I can't get enough of, looking at her is like a hit, tasting her is pure ecstasy, I pulled her thigh over my shoulder as I looked into her eyes. "So beautiful, and all for me." I kissed her inner thigh, drawing a whimper from her lips.

I trailed up her inner thigh, my nose pressed to her clothed mound, pressing my tongue flat against it, I could taste her through the thin fabric, I could feel her squirming, my hand moved to hold her hands together, using my free hand to push the fabric to the side as I took another desperate lick.

I was like a dehydrated man, desperate for any kind of relief for my thirst. Her thighs were snug around my head as I continued my onslaught on her wet folds.

I couldn't help it, she just tasted so good, so sweet, like honey. She is just perfect, perfect for me.

I pulled myself away, pulling her panties down and discarding them somewhere in the room, she'll have a fun time finding those later. My fingers moved through her sticky folds, coating them in the juices as I slowly sunk one digit down her tight hole.

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(Lucia's POV)

Well I hadn't expected that, I didn't expect him to be able to go for so long, must come with those new powers of his. I looked over to his peacefully sleeping body, his arm resting over my stomach as he pulled me closer.

My entire body ached, felt like my bones were creaking and falling apart. I could see most of the places he had marked me, my thighs were covered in bites and bruises, it was almost like he was really hungry.

Funny, my hips had hand marked bruises, my neck littered in hickeys, I simply couldn't win.

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Spice Riders AU belonging to OnyxOnline 

A Fan made storyline and Characters that's been in my brain in a while 

Characters 

Full Name - Trivia Foxtrot

Age: 25 

Nickname - Matcha (Given by Dimetri)  Date of Birth - September 17  Home Planet - None Gender/Pronouns - Female/ She/Her Sexuality - Bisexual  Relationship- Dating Dimetri   Species - Artic Fox  

Eye color: Golden eyes Her Basic outfit: 

Backless Open Chest Faux Leather Buckle Collar Strap Crop Top

KILLSTAR- ON THE HORIZON JEANS 

Black Fingerless Gloves

Combat boots   

Powers:  Hysteria, In this state her eyes are black anyone starts feels dizzy and slight nausea she also mumbles in Latin as runes appear on her body. 

Small Playlist about the character: 

Game of Survival - Ruelle

Ghost Myself- Diamante 

Control-Halsey 

Kota Kira — Redemption feat. Eda Lovelace 

Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe - Digital Daggers 

Him & I - G-Eazy 

ADONA - Hit Me with Your Best Shot 

Other Notes 

- The Heretic/ Prodigal Daughter of the Prototype -Bounty Hunter/ Got kick out of the Space Rider Acadamy

-Has a Twin Brother Zagzagel who is a devoted member of the cult (he is the yin to her yang)  - Born of a Blood Ritual 

- Has and large pentagram tattoo on her back as her rose-ivy tattoo on covering her left arm 

-Hand to Hand Combat - 6/10

-Weapons Combat - 7/10 

Full Name - Dimetri   Age: 27  Nickname - Savior (Given by Trivia)  Date of Birth - October 27  Home Planet - Jupiter  Gender/Pronouns - Male/ He/Him  Sexuality - Bisexual Relationship- Long time friends and teammates with Trivia  Species - Grey Wolf  Eye color: Emerald Green  His Basic outfit: 

Tactical Uniform Shirt Combat Pants

Combat boots

Other Notes: 

Bounty Hunter 

Hand to Hand Combat: 7/10 

Weapons Combat: 5/10 Loves Trivia to death but is low key scared of her 

Small Playlist about the character: 

Heaven or Hell - Digital Daggers 

War of Hearts - Ruelle 

When The Darkness Comes- Colbie Caillat 

Quiet When Dark - The Tap Room 

House Of Memories - Panic! At The Disco   

The full moons light glows through the red stain glass of the church as Dimetri groans waking up strapped to a chair as a dark figure stands into front of him in a deep low voice he spoke "Soo...You are the one she calls Savior; I really thought my sister would have better taste. Dimetri growls and struggles a bit "And I must say this is one hell of a family reunion, where is she?" Zagzagel smirks stepping into the red light of the cross. " Don't worry father wanted to have a little chat with her, she needs to be some discipline" Zagzagal pulls out a dagger.  "So, for now you're stuck with me, let have some fun" Dimetri scowls at the black fox walking close towards him. 

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Trivia growls at the wakes up mumbling curses in Latin as her head still ached slowly sitting up as she quickly realized she is handcuffed from behind she looked around the cargo hold of the ship her bow and arrows were gone along with her gun. Trivia growls again and stomps her right foot in anger. As she looked around again for anything in her reach, she did a double take at the window seeing a large white ship with an orange dog as the captain. "Great..." She mumbles. DogDay looks at Hoppy, CatNap and Crafty as they were tasked to grab Trivia.  As CatNap, Hoppy, Crafty get onto the ship "I'll stay here on the lowers deck to search you both are to the higher levels" Hoppy and CatNap nods in agreement to Crafty. As Crafty walks into the cargo storage room of the ship she sees a guard out cold on the floor at she glances up hearing mumbled latin and panting as Triva still handcuffed standing in a corner of the room her head feels dizzy as she backs away from Trivia. Trivia black eyes glances over at Crafty as the astrology runes glow red on her body along the pentagram tattoo on her back. Black tears roll down Trivia's face "Me paenitet, modo me mitescere" She speaks softly turning away from Crafty.  

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Opettaja says that whatever he needs is as good as done and all he need do is name whatever it is he desires. Typical of a vassal to their liege but that isn't why he's standing here with his shirt off so that blue eyes can see the damage on his skin.

That isn't why he's standing here chest bared at all.

He is standing here with his shirt off so blue eyes can take in the full sight of him because he believes their owner deserves to know. He is standing her bare chest exposed because he doesn't know how to deal with the problem any longer and he is at his wit's end trying to survive. He is showing this to the musician in question because some of his clearest memories are of the man before him simply setting down in front of that purple bean bag chair to listen to his woes when one small puff of a cloud sat within his space of safety signaling that he would like to speak.

He is standing here bare chested because if anyone could figure out a way to deal with all this or at least give him some kind of guidance on how to proceed it was Opettaja Sielu.

The man always seemed to have an answer for everything, even when he didn't - he found one. Even if that answer was just wrapping him up in his arms and holding him close while the cloud prince cried because no one else ever seemed to let him do so. Not like Sielu did anyway.

"I just want - " There is a sniffle in the middle of his words as memories flood his mind and he can tell that everything between them has been broken. Shattered beyond repair for an event he wasn't even present for. Chaos always takes away everyone he loves and he didn't even have to be there for that beast to shatter the bonds between them into too many pieces to count.

Tears are flowing as he thinks. Everything gets taken away. She stole Opettaja from him and he hadn't even done anything wrong. She hurt Opettaja and he couldn't do anything about it. How was he supposed to ask him to love him again when he was the complete disaster that stood before him now. He doesn't know what to do and he's not here to give orders.

He hates himself for giving one in the first place.

" - I just wanted you to help me figure this out. I'm dying, Opettaja and I don't know to make it stop. I - I didn't think it was fair of me to lie to you about this. It's spreading too fast. I can't get it to stop."

The sound of cracking fills the space between them as the fault lines upon his skin begin to crawl like ivy.

"I - I'm scared and Black Wind will not listen. I didn't know who to tell. This is my punishment for going against Chaos and I won't make the end of the year. I just got you back and I'm not ready to say good-bye yet. It's almost to my heart and I - I don't - don't know - I'm scared. I just wanted - I wanted to be little again. I wanted you to hold me. I sound so selfish. I'm sorry. I just - Opettaja, I don't know what to do! I just wanted you to love me like you used to."

There's a soft statement of thanks spoken in his direction, but 'you're welcome' doesn't follow.

It's nothing he should be thanked for. Not truly. Not when he would have done it anyway. Not that it really matters when he was obliged to give it back - intentions don't mean much. Motives don't mean much.

Pilvi moves to do something, though he still does not dare lift his head. Never before has he ever looked at himself as a vassal and Pilvi as his liege, rather a friend or confidant. In recent days, when a firm line was drawn and he was put swiftly into his place over growling at Kain, he's begun to see differently. It's the only time Pilvi has ever issued an order and every event afterward has been handled in a stiffly awkward way he can't say he likes.

He hates to think of his situation like he does, but it feels as if the only thing he's done by escaping is passed himself to different ownership. Less cruel, definitely, but still everyone is so clearly above him. Still he is held at a distance, still he typically wakes up alone, still he is not an equal. The more he thinks about all of this, about everything that's happened, the more he wishes he would have just stayed there.

Violence is surely much better than false hope. Better than one-sided effort and a growing list of failed attempts to be seen. He tries to tell himself everyone else is just tired, but he can't pull his mind off of other facts.

He can't stop thinking about the way Aamunkoitto didn't seem to worry at all about him or the way that no one would have ever looked for him or found him if he hadn't broken out on his own.

He can't understand why he'd been promised he wouldn't have to live this way. It repeats in his mind, endlessly gnawing at him, nagging that he's not of value or worth anyone's time.

"You won't have to live with conditions."

But he sits here, hour after agonizing hour, buckling under the weight of all the thoughts and realizations.

He sits here, his head bowed as he waits for another instruction from his liege. He cannot trust that his emotions are welcome, that he is loved as much as he loves.

He's told only that Pilvi needs him to look up. He follows the request without any resistance, and the sight before him is devastating.

It looks as if the boy is cracking like a glass pane, shattering chip by chip. He wants to ask how fast it's progressed, or where these scars came from in the first place, but... he was not told to speak.

He shoves down the urge to sob. This is not about him or his fears or anything else.

This is a cry for help, but Sielu's not good at helping. He's no good at anything except following instructions and being miserable. Still, he must try. Still, he must fight to stay steady in rough waters.

He's always said he'd do anything for Pilvi. He meant it. He still does.

[ Whatever you ask of me is as good as done. Whatever you need. Name it and it is done. ]

[multiversxwhore]

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Pairings: Batman/Bruce x Black!oc

Genre: Dark, Drama

Warnings: Mentions if blood, flesh, and dark feelings

Chapter 01

When The Party Over

Chapter 02

My mornings start early out of routine, even if I'm not working I’ve alway been an early bird. The direct opposite of Bruce, ever since his parents have died it seemed as if he’s become an owl. As I’m looking through my fridge trying to decide what to have for breakfast, my phone rings.

“Speak of the devil.” I mumble into the phone, some leftover baked chicken catches my eye. “You were talking about me? I thought all you talked about was your new boyfriend.” Bruce says bitterly, I cringe a bit at myself. It's my fault for being inconsiderate of his feelings.

“Eh, yesterday’s news, anyway, what's going on Bruce?” I pull out the chicken, along with a bowl of diced potatoes, and some collard greens. I sigh to myself when I regret the decision of not baking cornbread.

“Need some stitches…” He says sheepishly from the other end of the phone. I put him on speaker so I can use both my hands.

“Okay, now when I get over there is it still going to be stitches, or big ass claw marks?” I question him, I carve up some of the farm bird, and place it on a plate next to the potatoes, and greens. Then I pop it in the microwave, I turn back to the counter making a second plate for Bruce.

“You know me so well Nina.” Bruce jokes, feigns appreciation in his tone.

“Yea, understatement of the year, I’ll be over in a few.” After I hang up the phone, I transfer the food to plastic Tupperware bowls sealing the lid, and trapping the heat. Then I quickly pull some clothes on, and I pack some medical essentials in my bag. Ivy hops up on the counter watching rush around like a crazy lady. Well, I guess I am a crazy lady for working with The Batman, but that's besides the point. I kissed her on the nose, grabbed the food, and turned to give my living room one last sweep to make sure I don’t forget anything.

On the ride over, I tried to anticipate what Bruce had gotten himself into that required my help, and this isn't the first time I’ve had to patch him up.

I parked the car, and made my way up to the front of the large mansion. You would think Bruce would have downsized after all these years.

Good morning Ms.Gordon, you look lovely as always.” Alfred greeted me, a warm smile on his face. He steps aside like a gentleman, and lets me in. This isn't my first time in Bruce's home, but I still can't help but look around. The design is a cross between goth, and dark academia. There really isn't much furniture in the living room, just a table, chairs, a fireplace, and a life size chess board. It’s obvious he's hiding something, and I’m sure he'll never tell me.

Bruce comes limping in from his office, a poor patch up job on his abdomen, and the bandaging looks as if it's still bleeding.

“Mornin Nina.” Bruce grins, he nearly falls into an unoccupied chair at the large oak table. Alfred shakes his head walking off towards the kitchen. I dump my stuff on the table, then kneel down in front of Bruce.

“Christ what attacked you this time a crocodile?” I ask, lifting his black tee, a large bloody gash gapping into his flesh. Bruce froze for a second, no doubt trying to come up with a lie to tell me, but this time I spared him the effort.

“Forget I asked, so you know there’s a banquet next Saturday, I mean if you actually remembered this time.” I carefully moved the needle in between the freshly torn skin, I worked quickly, but not fast enough because Bruce wont stop squirming.

“Unfortunately I do remember that, and you're going as my plus one.” Bruce groans a little as I continue to poke him, my dad would have a heart attack if he knew I was patching up Bruce. He would feel as though I’m a direct accessory to whatever crime bruce may have committed. My father is always overthinking like that, but that's the brain of a detective.

“And when did we decide that I was going?” I question him, I snip the surgical thread, and reach for some antiseptic.

“He’s your father, you have to go.” Bruce said, then I ever so lightly dabbed on the ointment moving carefully to not disturb my stitching. Then I patched a large square piece of gauge, and taped it to his skin with surgical tape. Bruce winced a little more, but finally I was done.

“I hate being questioned by the press, you know that. Every question is about whether I’ll adopt children, and save their lives just how Gordon did for me.” I said bitterly, I stood up from my kneeling position on the floor, I threw out the needles, and everything I used to patch up Bruce. After I came back from washing my hands, I pulled out the leftover food I heated up in my microwave this morning.

Alfred brought in some pates, and silverware for us, I smiled, and thanked him. Not even a minute after I plated everything is Bruce scarfing the food down. I pressed  my lips, annoyed that he's not eating, again.

“You wouldn't be so hungry if you didn’t work so much.” I said watching him fork three diced potatoes, and a hunk of meat at once. He shoves it all into his mouth, chomping ferociously, I just look at him in shock.

“I don't like bothering you when you’re busy.” Bruce said, a mouth full of food, yet somehow he hasn't choked on it.

“I told you I’ll feed you, I have no problem taking care of you if you need me. That's what best friends do, Bruce. Just like you've been paying all my bills, and keeping a roof over my head.” I said, he froze at the last part, he thought I didn't know who the anonymous buyer was that brought my home when it went  into foreclosure, but I’m no fool. Bruce is the only one in the city that has a heart that big, and that kind of money.

“Well, you do stuff, I mean more than I do. You have the kids at the orphanage, it wouldn't be fair of me to take up all your time Nina.” Bruce mumbles, I noticed the collard greens were eaten this time, I had to talk him into that one.  

“Bruce, I love you, and as far as I know you're the only real friend I have. You know everything about me, I trust you with my life, and I'm only going to say this one more time. If you need food, even if it's a damn sandwich at 3 am…call me, or come over.” I grab his hand across the table, he doesn’t pull away, but accepts my warmth. Then I remembered the other errands I had to run today, I reluctantly pulled away from bruce.

“Speaking of men who I need to feed, I have to go see my dad, and yes I’ll go to the banquet with you next week.” I said, peeling myself off the chair, I gathered my things, and pulled on my jacket Bruce tries to stand up, but I gently push him back in his seat. I turn to stand between his legs, I wrap my arms around his neck bringing his face into my abdomen. Brice brings his long arms around my waist, I bury my face in his hair smelling his Axe shower gel.

“You be my shield, and I’ll be yours? Bruce questions looking up at me, I pull his hair back out of his face, my thumbs lightly tracing the bags under his eyes.

“Bonnie, and Clyde 09’.” I joke pulling away, his hands linger on my hips, and for the first time in a while I see a bit more emotion on his face. As if he’s asking me to stay, he looked more on the brink of crying, like he has so much to tell me. I knew if I asked he’d immediately shut down. I keep thinking if I give him space he’ll eventually open up, but it only seems like he struggles more. I will admit, I have my secrets too, like not telling him Reya is missing. How I’ve been out in the streets at night trapping low level thugs to question  them, and almost getting myself killed in the process. But, something is weighing on Bruce so heavy it looked like he just wanted to scream to the world, and he couldn't.

I pepper kisses all over his face, that's all I could do is temporarily soothe his internal aches, and pains.

“I have to go, call me if you need me okay.” He got up this time to walk me to the door, and I felt my heart pounding harder, his eyes were screaming at me not to go yet. Though his body language is doing the complete opposite, I guess an attempt to convince us both that he’s fine.

“I will tell your father I said hi.” Bruce squeezed my shoulder lightly, finally letting me out the door. Some wounds heal, some take time, and some remain open, and bloody.

Chapter three

[midniights]

@softhecrts

ivy’s all limbs, which makes navigating through an icy winter wonderland really difficult. and awkward, especially in times like these where her first and only instinct after hitting an icy patch on the sidewalk is to drop her shopping bags and cling to the nearest person for stability. “o-oh god,” she utters once she realizes she’s body-to-body with someone, though still not letting go in case she slips again. “sorry, i was just--- it--- ice. big ice. s-slip. sorry.”

[multiversxwhore]

☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more☽☽☽  

Pairings: Batman x Black!fem

Genre: Dark, Drama

Warnings: perverted men.

When the Party’s Over

Chapter 04

It’s not like I owned a whole lot of black. I breathe out through my nostrils, and pick up the phone. I call the only person I know who had an unlimited supply of black outfits.

“Well, looks like you are alive.” Retorted the voice from the other end.

“Hey Selina.” I spoke flatly, she always made it a point to make me feel like shit for not calling as often as I used to.

“What do you want?” She asked, I could hear one of her cats meowing in the background.

“ I need- I need something black.” I mumble, Selina

cackles. Of course she found this funny.

“Little miss goody is going to wear all black? Please tell me you're joking.” Selina taunted, but she was right, someone like me asking someone like her for help is suspicious.

“C’mon Lina, you know what I need it for.” I spoke vaguely. She’s the only other person that knew I was stalking the streets at night with Batman, and I was the only other person that knew she was CatWoman. Selina and I used to be very close, this is until I went away to college to get my Phd.

“Look at you begging, how sad. Sigh, I guess I can see what I have in my closet. I’ll be over in a bit.” She hung up the phone on me before I could say anything else, I huffed, and threw the phone down. I pull my clothes off, and strip down to my underwear, I turn to the kitchen making myself a glass of wine. I lose myself in patient files from the orphanage, soon enough I’m dozing off on the couch.

♞♞♞♞

Some time must have passed, and when I finally woke up Ivy was purring loudly from behind me. I look out the window across the room. It was almost dark out, I got up to see what all the fuss was about from Ivy. I turn around, and I almost jump out of my skin when I'm met with Selina’s eyes appearing from the shadows of my house.

“Damn it Selina, what have I told you about that?” I said, she planted a kiss on Ivy’s head and put her down on the floor. I pulled on a robe to cover myself, she rolled her eyes, it’s not like this is the first time she’s seen me half naked by accident.

“I knocked, you didn’t answer, so I broke in.” Selina said flatly, an uninterested look on her face. She held out a hanger letting it dangle from her index finger.

“You’re kidding right, please tell me you’re kidding.” I asked her disappointed in her selection, but I only have myself to blame for not being more direct.

“You’re short, all of my suits are too long, and this is the only thing I had that would fit.” Selina argued, but that felt like a lie. She always took any opportunity to make me look like a hooker.

“I can’t believe you, just Batman wants me to go undercover, and I don’t think that’s what he meant. Though if I misinterpreted his words that’s not entirely my fault since he only speaks in morse code.” I complained quietly, when I looked up at Selina, her eyes were looking past me to my window. I turned around, and there he was the Shadow of Gotham himself standing in my living room.

“Does she always leave her window unlocked like this?” His voice plain, but an annoyed tinge to it.

“Yes. No.” Selina and I said at the same time. I looked at her, hurt by her decision to sell me out.

“It’s true.” Selina shrugged her shoulders, I turned back to Batman, and he had a disapproving look if I’ve ever seen one.

“You can get killed like that, I’ll fix that window later. Are you ready?” Batman asked, I felt suspicious of what he’s gonna do to my window, but I ignored it for now. His eyes swept my living room, it was pretty tiny for a man of his stature. Ivy could be heard purring, and meowing from below us. She rubbed herself against Batman’s boot, and circled around him.

“Would you look at that, I guess all the pussies love you Batman.” Selina jokes, I take the dress from her hands, and awkwardly shuffle off towards my bedroom. Selina follows after me.

“You’re seriously going into that dungeon? I’m coming with you.” Selina said, I turned to argue, but there’s no way I’d over power her.

“Fine, but what are you gonna wear?” I asked, I have the urge to wear gym shoes, but I’m afraid Selina might kill me.

“Oh I’m always prepared.” Selina pulled off her trench coat to reveal a skin tight, strapless latex black two piece.

“Gosh Sel, does sex always have to be your fashion choice?” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s the only fashion choice.” She retorted walking out of the room. Walking back into the living room, he’s still standing in the same spot we left him in. His gloved hand gently petted Ivy’s fur, and I swear I was going to melt into the floor.

“So? How does she look?” Selina asked, nudging me forward.

Batman's eyes looked over my face, and body. I felt somewhat embarrassed in Selina’s company, and I think he understood that. Though that didn’t stop him from grabbing my hand, and nearly caressing it as he dropped a small box in my hands. I look up at him confused, I open the box to see two clear contacts inside.

“They’ll allow me to see everything you’re seeing. I’ll be there, but I won’t be able to be anywhere near you at first.” He says he's continuing to look around my apartment. Batman’s eyes land in a picture of Bruce, and I. On one side of the frame is me, Reya, and Bruce together as kids. On the other side, are the three of us as adults, and there’s a third picture of Bruce, and I together after our graduation.

I was about to say something when he suddenly turned back to me, his gloved hand lifting my chin for my eyes to meet his. He’s just checking the contacts in my eyes, yup. I told myself, I wanted to look away, but he was holding me firmly.

“Looks good.” Batman said. He stood back up, yet again his height became prominent in my small home.

“Since it’s masquerade night, I brought you something to go with it.” Selina spoke up from behind us, I actually forgot she was here, she’s always been so good at stealth.

Selina revealed a cat mask, decorated with fluffy feathers, and some small jewels to give it some sparkle. I wanted to be mad. She chose such a loud eye-catching attire for me, but the girl had style.

“I thought I was supposed to be blending in?” I asked

“I thought you were supposed to be getting information.” Selina argued

“You’re both right, perhaps standing out is a good thing. The more people notice you, the more they’ll want to talk.” Batman pointed out, but this is what I signed up for. I doubt when my father asked me to help with investing this is what he meant.

“See, Batman gets it.” Selina jokes, a smirk on her lips. I rolled my eyes, I felt like they were teaming up on me.

“You two go together, I’ll be behind you.” He ordered us. I turned to pull my coat on, and by the time I turned back Batman was gone.

♞♞♞♞

“Falcone knows I’m going to be there, and he knows I’m going to bring a plus one. That would be you, your name is Macey McCrown if anyone asks, and you’re my new intern. I doubt they’ll be asking personal questions, and don’t worry too much about the drop heads; they're usually not dangerous.” Selina gave me the rundown as we walked outside to her car.

“Usually?” I asked

“Yea…usually. Anyway, get your game face on, 99% of these men have worked with your father before, or he’s put them away. So don’t be yourself, not even a hint of yourself. Just think…what would Selina Kyle do.” Selina said, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. I suddenly wished this mission was just me and Batman, he seemed to handle me a bit more softly.

Selina parked the car off to the side across the street from the building. I inhale a deep breath trying to slip into that “CatWoman” head space.

“Iceberg Lounge…what a stupid name.” Selina mumbles. She rolls her eyes then bangs in the metal door with her fist. Two twins yank the door open, I look a little past them, and every one has a mask on. It’s too hard to tell who was who. How the hell did he expect me to get names?

“Haven’t seen you in a while, come on in street rat.” One of the men jokes, Selina sneered at him.

“Suck my dick.” She said, then she grabbed my hand pulling me inside.

Nina, can you hear me? Batman’s voice came from the com system he put in my ear.

“Yea.” I mumble, there were a lot of expensive looking men here, no doubt designers.

“How the hell do pieces of shit like these afford tailor suits?” I asked slowly.

Because they have day jobs, as I’m sure Selina told you, a lot of these men work for the DA, and may be lawyers. Some may be judges, doctors, don’t be surprised at anything you see. Batman informed me, I looked around trying to see if I could spot him in the crowds.

You won’t be able to see me Nina, and that’s for a reason. Now focus. I can still identify them by retina scan, so it doesn’t matter if I can’t see their face. Batman’s voice sounded like he was standing right in my ear speaking, it was eerie.

Selina, and I worked the crowd for a good half hour. There wasn’t one man that I talked to that didn’t grope my ass, or put his hand so far up my dress, that I thought I was going to have to press the panic button. Batman wasn’t too happy about it either, eventually I came across another woman, she is a bit taller than me, and her box braids fashioned up into a classy bun. She offered me a drink, I was about to take it when Batman spoke up.

Don’t drink that. He spoke quickly, so I nursed it in my hand instead. The woman looked up to meet my eyes, and I was waiting for Batman to spill the tea on yet another stranger, but he remained silent.

“Are you gonna need a shower after this, or is it just me?” She asked. I chuckled a little bit, Selina was behind me with her back turned chatting up some old dude.

“Multiple, I just can’t believe they have the nerve to wear such nice clothes while acting so dirty.” I said, the woman sitting across from me threw her hand up laughing a bit.

“Ain’t that the truth. Men…ya know this organization wouldn’t have gotten as far as it was without the woman behind it.” She said casually. That was interesting, I leaned forward a bit.

“As she should, work it from below, and then rip the rug right from under their feet.” I said, the woman cackled, throwing her head back.

“You know, I like you. What’s your name?” She asked

“Macey McCrown.” I smile mischievously, the right corner of my mouth turning upwards.

“Keep in touch Macey McCrown, I’ll be needing women like you.” She said, then she reached in her small purse, and pulled out a business card. All it had was a symbol of a crow on one side, and coordinates on the other side. When I looked up, she was gone.

Selina and I were spent, and I wish I could say it was from having fun. Batman met us in the alley near our car outside the lounge, his lips pressed into a thin line. I don’t think I’ve seen him so emotionless before, I don’t like the cold look in his eyes.

“What is it? Are you mad because I didn’t ask for that last lady's name? I got her number though.” I joke pulling out the card, Selina shakes her head in disapproval.

Batman takes the card from me, he looks me directly in my eyes, and suddenly I feel sick.

“That woman…I got her name.” Batman said slowly.

“Okay so who is she?” I asked

“Reya Gordon…that was your sister Nina.”

[midniights]

@oftheoi liked for a starter!

“i need you to punch me right here.” she’s point to the center of her face, just at the bridge of her nose. there’s a reason for this, honestly. her cousin’s wedding is in a few days and the only way her boss will let her off is if she doesn’t look marketable, and not looking marketable in this case just happens to come in the form of a potentially broken nose. so she squeezes her eyes shut in preparation, expecting them to comply to the request without any question. “it’s important. i’ll explain later.”

[midniights]

@bodiheat

ivy’s world is almost entirely glitter, single dollar bills, ripped tights, and outfits her mother would be ashamed to see her in--- so there’s very little opportunity for her to share it with anyone else. but now’s the exception. now, she has a different heel on each of her two feet and a couple dresses in her hands, eyebrows raised in a silent, which one? as she sticks out her right foot first , then her left. sue her for being excited for not having to hide this secret from someone--- even being excited that this world’s no longer her own.