#( this post will most likely not get responded to anyway i'm largely just rambling an idea to myself )

[juneboat]

i genuinely wonder if someone could EVER successfully sell me on patrieumi

[musubiki]

btw idk if someone already asked this but do they say ily right away??? do they hook hook up right away??? i need the deets

YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE SOLID ALREADY BUT I DONT YET!!!!! i DO know that lime definitely wouldnt let a large amount of time pass between when they hook up and when he tells her hes in love with her (in either order it happens on the same night. now way hes gonna be regularly sleeping with her and still be like "but what if she doesnt like me...")

at least the version in my head i have right now, they dont get together until the post-game (after the main storyline)!! after the witch king is defeated and everything is FINALLY, for the first time since mochi became a witch, quiet and normal. (im putting the rest under a read more bc its a bit long, its just me rambling about what happens) ->

i think he would tell her during the little dinner celebration they have after the witch king is defeated. everyone is there, the witches and their guilds and sulluvan and even the merchant takes a night off to party with them (strange). mochi is outside with pom, pom probably scolding her again on "this is the way you shouldve handled the fight so all that bad stuff wouldnt have happened. you shouldve been more resourceful as a witch blah blah blah--" and lime has to come rescue mochi from poms scoldings. grabs the cat by the neck and gives her to coco (coco likes snuggling pom against her will. shes the friend that grabs cats and forces them into hugs while the cat struggles and meows)

so he stays out there with her for a bit (alone 👀), chatting about nothing. eventually he asks "So now what?" since they always had something going on. and mochi says "Now...we can finally just. rest. run the shop and help people where we can. normal witch stuff." and starts rambling about how theyll still do commissions and fun adventures and travel around and stuff but for the most part, everything will be normal and theres nothing they cant handle anymore. and after shes finally done talking lime just goes "...will you go out with me?"

(the woman was too stunned to speak meme). its a mix of emotions cuz theres a 5% chance hes joking but the look on his face is so serious. and its also not a total surprise given their very blurred line relationship but it still stuns her to hear him say it.

and in VERY tcwg fashion, of course somehow gets interrupted before she can answer him. coco or sulluvan or SOMEONE starts yelling from the house "HEY THE CATERING GUY IS HERE AND NEEDS MOCHIS SIGNATURE AND OSCARS ALREADY TRYING TO EAT YOU NEED TO HANDLE THIS ASAP!!!" and lime is ready to kill somebody. the rest of the night mochi cant get a second alone with him and every time they make eye contact across the table they both get flustered.

the next day lime probably had to report in or something and mochis groaning to coco about "Noooo i didnt even get to respond what if he hates me!!!" and lime stressing over "Was I too forward...? No way right..??" (hes not overly stressed. at that point hes decided to just be dedicated to being unapologetically in love with her. he has a PRETTY good idea that shed say yeah but in the off chance shes like "nooo" then he decided to love her anyway and just be there for her)

so as soon as he comes home mochi is like "Hey!! Lime!! so uh!! I just remembered I need to go hunting for ingredients in (insert remote getaway she has access to)!! I was wondering if you wanna!! Come with me!!" the whole time red-faced and fidgeting with her braid. lime, bag in hand goes "I'm ready. Lets go now." (pom is like "mmm adventures yum" and mochis like "ahah....just lime." and forces her to stay there)

when they get there (via mochis magic doorway portals), and lime sets his stuff down, and mochi is there stammering and red in the face trying to get her words out, mumbling like "Lime! Uh! About yesterday!! I wanted to!! Um!! Well!! I wanna--//"

and before she can even get proper words out, he grabs her by her waist, pushes her against the counter and kisses her. its one of those deep, passionate, hands-all-over-her kisses. and when he breaks away from her, he nuzzles her hair and presses his forehead to hers and tells her he loves her. he tells her EVERYTHING. how he thinks about her day and night, he misses her when he has to leave, he loves her laugh and her smile and the softness of her touch and the feeling of her warmth on him, and he loves the tone of her voice and the way she cares and does little things for him, and every time he looks at her it makes his whole day. and he tells her how just knowing her has made him a better person and he wouldnt be anything without her. and how hed love her no matter what or no matter how long or no matter if this is something she wants or not, hed love her anyway.

he gives her little kisses between each thing he tells her, and by the end of it shes crying (getting back to the thing i was talking about a few asks ago). she hugs him tightly around his neck with her tears dripping on his uniform and tells him shes loved him her whole life and was always terrified to tell him because she didnt want him to leave and she knows how he generally was with other girls who have crushes on him. as soon as lime hears the "I've loved you my whole life" thing though, his response is "WHAT?! THAT LONG?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!!" and feels a tinge of being pissed off that he couldve had her this WHOLE TIME, to which she responds "I WAS SCARED!!"

and he smirks at her and says "God, you really are literally a scaredy-cat." and shes still crying lowkey so just leans forward into his chest and muffles out a "Shut up you jerk." and he just stares at her for a bit, stroking her hair and planting little kisses on her head, and asks "...do you really love me?" because hes still in disbelief and this doesnt feel real, to which she reminds him that she (as a witch) will always always always love him and never stop loving him for the rest of her life.

so lime kisses her again. and again., and starts escalating it because god knows now that he has the green light there is NOTHING stopping him from having her. probably lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom to have his way with her

(funny tidbit though-- they were originally gonna stay there for like a week because lime wants her all to himself for a while to get all the s*xual frustration out of his system. he thought once he finally gets to be with her then he would have a better grip on how much he wants her, but in fact it makes it worse. so they end up staying there for like 2-3 weeks and even then they had to be forced to come back because oscar was tired of running the shop by himself and they were fucking up the business)

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

you are officially the strongest person alive for not just closing the askbox after some of the trash you've gotten from idiots on this site. gdspeed and good luck holy hell

I've received a lot of asks like this one so I wanna respond and clarify

I actually love getting asks and even anon asks. I prefer having anon on bc yk big boy blog and all that but also so that people can send me their silliest things.

I really do truly genuinely enjoy having this blog and especially interacting w it. I've made a lot of friends recently and it's just fun to be able to talk ab the cringe failgame from a decade ago. Both for myself and in front of such a large audience.

Ever since I became aware I'm literally in the top 10 on skyrim blogs (at #9 but still) some of my anons started making a lot more sense. The power of anonymity makes people braver, which is good for things like funny headcanons and such.

I don't really like having to turn anon off and god I hope I don't have to shut asks off entirely. Fortunately once I turned anon off my inbox became a lot more peaceful. Funny that.

If I were to compare the two I'm sure I've gotten much more love than hate, but hate is much louder than love. And I know me giving it attention doesn't help much of anything but on the other hand people can and do throw around serious words about an unserious video game on unserious posts from an unserious person.

Even if I ignored all of it, just having to see it can feel so draining. And it isn't just in my inbox. It's also in the tags. I've repeatedly tried to express how deeply uncomfortable I am, AS A JEWISH PERSON OF COLOR, with people throwing words like racist and genocide around all willy nilly over video game characters.

It trivializes those real world issues, that have affected me, my ancestors, and people like me, down to fucking. Skyrim discourse. It's extremely frustrating. And from what I can see I don't think anyone is doing it maliciously or to get a rise out of me. But I think the sheer weight of those words has gotten lost.

And not to pull another race card, but this is especially upsetting from white people. I'm not thrilled about the fact white people keep talking over me and other people of color in the fandom about what is and isn't racist.

But I do also see the love. I see the cats in my inbox and the lovely asks and people writing paragraphs to defend me (when tbh I haven't done anything wrong anyways but. Eh.) and it's genuinely very touching and sweet and even if I don't reply to it (there's a lot to reply to!) I do see it and I appreciate it.

And for the poll, I fully plan on seeing it through. Round 2 closes tomorrow after which I'll set up round 3/the semi finals and then we go to the championship!

I started this poll, also this blog, for fun. I want people to have fun. I want to have fun. And most of the time I do have fun! But with the uptick in activity that brings *gestures vaguely* what it does.

Tumblr is one of those very few websites with true anonymity. This and reddit are the only ones I can think of where it's not expected to have your name, face, or other info about you anywhere. Which is a rare blessing on today's internet but it makes people very audacious about what they can and can't say to me.

I think because of that anonymity it's easy to forget I'm a human person. I very much doubt some of things I've had said to me in the last 48 hours would still be said if it was face to face. I truly don't think someone would look me in the eye and tell me to kill myself over skyrim bullshit.

And the funny part of that is if they did, I'd probably laugh in real life. For the sheer ridiculousness of the statement. "Hey. You. End your life because of video game drama" spoken to me at the local Target would be funny to me. But with the anonymity it feels just as hurtful as I'm sure it's supposed to be.

Thanks for letting me ramble and such. I'm not really even sure what I'm trying to say with all this. Other than I'm human, you're human, we're all humans, and we'd do well to remember that. Please just be nice to each other..

And be nice to me.

[stuckyevanstanfan]

Tumblr is annoying...this was supposed to be under a read more and it is glitching...

So I've mentioned stuff in real life is cutting into my internet time. Sometimes I'll write comments in my notes app that I don't end up posting. 

I've decided to compile them into one large part to get them out of there and hopefully move on from those feelings. The first bunch were written in April pre-hiatus and the second batch in May after 7x07. 

The purpose is to let the thoughts go free so I can feel peace etc. Most of them probably don't apply any longer anyway.

Feel free to ignore this…if you do want to respond they're numbered. 

(I actually have no idea if I posted or commented any of these thoughts before…just went through my notes app and copied and pasted the 911 ramblings I did, so sorry if you've seen one before)

1. I don't get this fandom...I see comments saying they haven't made Buddie cracks since season 2, they are so respectful of buddie's relationship, long-form storytelling, etc. 

Then comments about how the way Buddie fans act will make them not reward Buddie fans with Buddie and that fans don't deserve it. 

This implies they don't respect Buddie or long-form storytelling and they're willing to cut off their nose to spite their face. 

2. I don't know why people say they'd prefer Buck and Eddie stay friends rather than get together in an unsatisfying way. 

I didn't like the way Booth and Bones got together and ended up stopping the show. However I'm still glad to know that they are canon and in love. That's out there in the universe even if I never finished watching their story. 

It would have been so upsetting if Bones and Booth hadn't gotten together at all. 

Unsatisfying is a matter of perspective.

3. I'm very curious to know if all the tuck fics that feature just Buck/Tommy (no pining Buck or eventual buddie) imply that Buck and Tommy are a for now couple or if they're thinking of marriage and spending their lives together.

I won't read any of them though 😂

4. "Tommy can't replace you. No one can. You're the most important person in the world to be, besides Christopher."

#Buddie wish list

(This was presumably something I wrote when we thought the Tommy Eddie friendship was making Buck worry Tommy would replace him. And I had made a note to add it to my buddie wish list tag. As an aside, Tumblr is useless - I know I've had that tag or even mentioned "wish" on my blog before but when I search the posts don't appear

Anyway..... Now I feel I need reassurance in the opposite direction. Buck needs to make it clear that Christopher and Eddie are his priority over Tommy. This is why I don't understand people who want Buck and Tommy to get married, or write fics where Buck thinks Tommy is the one. Just make it clear you don't care about Christopher&Buck and Eddie&Buck and don't care if their relationship changes. If you're writing him to have the thought about Tommy being the one and he wants to marry him and he's the most important person to him, then he can't have the same thoughts he used to have about Christopher and Eddie.

If Christopher and Tommy are both injured in the hospital asking for him, Buck should choose Christopher.)

I’ve seen posts trying to argue the opposite and how they can all be his priorities and how Tommy loves that Buck loves Chris and Eddie, but they’re not good arguments

5. This is what I need Tim to say if he wants to convince me to drop Buddie:

"I know we said we'd leave it open and we like how you interpret Buck and Eddie, but I don't see them in a romantic sense and they never will be. These two men can love each other completely but have no desire to have sex with each other. Even if one or both is queer, I am writing them to love each other in a way that is not sexual or romantic. You may think they complete each other in a romantic sense, but I think it's in a platonic, familial sense. You can't control who you have that sexual spark with."

If he's not willing to say it, then that means buddie canon to me.

If buddie didn't go canon, then he baited fans. Relationship baiting is extremely annoying and I can't stand showrunners who act like that because they must not respect their fans enough. They care more about money than integrity. 

I'd also be willing to accept this:

“I'm really sorry for stringing you all along, but buddie is not something I'll be writing. I know I put in so many parallels to the other canon couples, and that was a dumb thing for me to do when I never intended to make them a canon couple. I realize now that there were other ways I could have written their friendship not to come across as romantic at times. I'm owning that mistake, and moving forward I will not try to bait you into thinking buddie will ever be canon.”

6. Did they ever address Tommy talking about sleeping with grateful victims?? 

No one is willing to talk about it. 

I've even tried using tumblr's search function to find posts about it but there is nothing (I’m not sure if people aren't talking about it or if tumblr's search function is that bad)

7. I always thought they'd be able to make Buck and Eddie get together while still feeling like Buck and Eddie, but something is off

The gifs I saw of 7x04 seemed OOC

8. I know we're getting buddie eventually, not from anything we've seen in the episode (because I haven't seen it - this was about 7x04), but because of Tim's quote in this interview:

Minear much preferred having Buck go through this experience with someone the audience already knew, rather than having to “invent some bi character for Buck to have an awakening with.” Fortunately for Minear, when he finally got them together, “they had chemistry!”

And it isn’t lost on Minear that Buck’s dynamic with Tommy echoes the one he once had with Eddie, calling it “almost a reprise of the dynamic from [Eddie]’s first episode where Buck was super jealous of the new guy. Now he’s jealous for a different reason.”

Tim would not be dumb enough to talk about the bucktommy situation echoing what happened with Eddie if it wouldn't eventually lead to Eddie. 

If he wanted bucktommy to be a valid relationship on its own, he wouldn't piggyback off what happened with buddie and expect it to work. 

9. Why did they have to make Buck and Eddie into pod people? There were better ways to do this storyline than turning thirty something year old men into fanfic teenagers

10. Honestly at this point with some of the sexual posts I'm seeing about bucktommy, I'm expecting those former buddie stans to say that Tommy will be the best sex Buck ever has and that Eddie will be a step down that he'll have to settle for just because he loves him, but he'll always dream of Tommy and hope for a threesome to have a proper dicking down again because Eddie can't find his prostate 🙄

I have no idea why fandom is gassing up an average white dude, none at all

[adding on: I ended up blocking tags during the hiatus so I haven’t seen anything since then and I’m not sure if this is still the case]

11.I know people are enthusiastic about Buck's first kiss with a man, but imagine if it were Eddie - wouldn't it be a disappointing kiss after all this time? It would be like the feeling after that pirate show kiss

12. Buck, who screams out "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" every time Eddie gets hurt or is in danger - that Buck, injuring Eddie and having no reaction? Illogical. 

13. People can like the bi Buck storyline without needing to become a bucktommy shipper. People offline do it all the time: watch a show and like it and not become shippers.

14. Buck has been turning down Eddie’s invitations to basketball for a while??? What?? Since when?? Why does that not sound like Buck?

And then the show expects me to believe he has a crush on Tommy so he finally goes when it's not just Eddie but Tommy will be there?

(Apparently some thought it was because he wanted Eddie's attention but someone pointed out he stared at Tommy the whole time?)

Why are they writing Buck to be so annoying just to reach bi Buck?

It feels like they're changing Buck and Eddie's friendship and even minimizing it

15. What are the best buddie scenes and why are they

The shooting

The will

Buck falling asleep on Eddie’s couch

Some of 6x13

16. What were the buddie friendship moments in 7x04 since everyone liked them so much? It seems there were Buck/Tommy and Eddie/Tommy moments but I haven't heard anything good about buddie

I just heard about the 7x05 scene about Buck wanting to help Eddie, but no one was talking about that when the episode aired. So I feel like there were possibly other moments no one decided to talk about. 

17. In what characterization of Eddie would he have Marisol watch Christopher twice in one week to hang out with Tommy instead, then ask Buck for a third time? I really don't get it. 

18. Kristen introduced Marisol

Tim implied it wasn't a good job since he knew nothing about her

Tim wants this storyline to get to know her since he didn't know her

Yet Kristen had the nun idea? 

He threw Kristen under the bus for not introducing her then decides to take her bad ideas?

19. I believe buddie is happening because I like believing the best in people. Based on various comments Tim has made and the way so many scenes have been written (jumping ship, wanting to help, etc.), he would either have to be dumb or cruel if it doesn't lead to buddie. Dumb if all of those insinuations and winks and nudges mean nothing, and cruel if he is doing them deliberately but it doesn't lead to buddie. 

Why would I want to think that he is dumb or cruel?

-> within a day of writing this, I ended up seeing a post that basically said that Tim is cruel enough to do this… I don't understand why people want to think that Tim is gleefully cackling at stringing fans along 🤷🏻‍♀️

20. It's so interesting how both sides think the other is fetishizing:

Bucktommy fans think the other side just cares about a noncanon ship and should support the actual queer couple

Buddie fans think the other side just wants Buck to kiss a man, any man, and don't care who it is

21. So... Controversial opinion... Buck fans don't seem to understand Eddie, Eddie fans don't seem to understand Buck, and buddie fans don't understand either

I say this as a self-owning buddie fan: there are so many things I feel are out of character, but they happen on the show, so the show clearly thinks they're in character, meaning I don't understand their characterization

Those were the initial batch of thoughts I had in April. Here are some May thoughts:

22. Hey, so at least Buck and Eddie are both cheaters 🤷‍♀️

23. Anti-buddies were right but got the reason all wrong... they said Buck and Eddie won't get together because they're both in other relationships and wouldn't cheat....

But Eddie ended up cheating anyway 🤷‍♀️

I assume the Bommy fans are ecstatic whereas the Medisol/Eddisol and Eddie fans are upset

In a way I guess this is more proof for buddie though, since Eddie can't end up with either Marisol or Kim after what happened. Both those relationships are tainted so he needs a new one

24. I know it's supposed to be about the journey as well as the destination, but the journey to Buddie has been horrible so far. 

People who said "Just enjoy the journey on the way to buddie" - how is this Eddie storyline enjoyable??

I really hope the payoff is worth it and not fizzle out like so many other storylines on this show

25.If buddie doesn't happen, how do you fumble such an incredible story? It's honestly like a train wreck. 

26. I’m confused about what bommy fans think about the name for Tommy/Thomas. Earlier they thought it was Thomas and how it was all red string of fate because of the old man Thomas telling Buck not to find it but to make it. Then fans were happy the plaque said Tommy. What made people want Thomas and now want Tommy? It seems very inconsistent. And then out loud they said his name was actually Thomas? 

27. The way people talk about Tim really makes me think buddie will happen because people seem to think he cares more about his reputation and what people think of him. He wouldn't want to be known as the showrunner who fumbled this.

28. Eddie may have been the misdirection/bait and switch (whatever people are calling it) for 7x04, but Tommy will end up being the misdirection on the eventual Buck/Eddie relationship

[bakuswift]

Which Taylor Swift song describes BakuDeku best? And by the way, I love your account as I'm a fellow My Hero Academia fan also a fellow swiftie.

Hi! Thank you so so much for the ask. You're the first one to ask anything so you have no idea how much that means to me

And thank you so much for the kind words! I'm so lucky to have been able to find people who like the same exact things I do.

The Taylor song that describes Bakudeku best has to be The Great War, it very literally and metaphorically applies to them. Considering it's about making assumptions about your beloved and jumping to conclusions, and then creating a fight about it ("maybe it's the past that's talking... telling me to punish you for things you never did") which Bakugou has done through out their whole relationship, and also because it uses the metaphor of fighting a war, which bkdk are literally going through right now. "Your hand was the one I reached for all through out the great war" summarizes their entire relationship since the entire manga is building up to the moment they finally hold hands. That's why I think The Great War resembles bakudeku perfectly and I made a post for it.

But since I've already made a post about The Great War, I'd say a close second is actually The Way I Loved You! We know TWILY is about missing a toxic relationship even though you know it's not good for you, and while I don't think bkdk is toxic, I do think a lot of the lyrics check out. "I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain...so in love that you act insane" "it's a roller coaster kinda rush" are the most bkdk lyrics to ever exist, don't you think? Anyway, it's about missing a relationship and knowing that no matter who you try to date, they will never be good enough and you will always come back to your beloved because even tho you might've fought a lot, you guys just had something special. I think this is very bkdk coded considering they are literally soulmates LOL.

And of course, how can I forget It's Nice To Have A Friend? It's honestly self explanatory. I don't even need to say why.

BONUS NO ONE ASKED FOR: I really think that Anti-Hero accurately describes Bakugo's relationship with himself. He's aware of what people think of him, and he agrees with them ("I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time everybody agrees") . He doesn't like himself and deals with self loathing on a large scale. And although he is training to become a hero, he doesn't see himself as one. Or at least not one as worthy or talented as Deku. He sees himself as an Anti-Hero at most.

Sorry if a long answer isn't what you were looking for, but I always get excited and start rambling haha. Thank you again for the ask and to anyone who wants to ask me something, please do! I'd be so honoured to respond to your questions and comments. Have a wonderful rest of your day!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven! I appreciated and loved reading your thoughts regarding your recent Twst dating sim asked! What stood out the most to me as someone who is aromantic is how you questioned how romantic love is more powerful/influential compared to platonic love.

I love Twst so much because even if you decide to ship some characters (canon x canon, oc x canon, and so on), it's still inclusive of everyone. You still get to have platonic relationships, even when it's hinted at some "romance" moments. It focuses on platonic relationships and how important it is to heal and work through your problems.

If Twst was a dating sim, I believe it would reinforce amatonormativity and that the boys are only interested in you because they want to date you. Not only would there be a good chance that it would be targeted towards a predominately female audience, which would exclude the male and nonbinary audience that makes up a large portion of the community as well; it would forsake all the hard work the lore has already created.

Not everything has to be romantic, romance is Not the end goal. It's fine to want to ship with the characters, in fact, I encourage it. But if Twst was Just a dating sim, it wouldn't be exclusive to those who identify as aromantic. With just how much everyday media is centered around romance, friends to lovers, "true love conquers all" etc, Twst being a dating sim would feel so exclusive and constricting. I apologize if this seems a bit more emotional than logical thinking. I'm just an aro who is so tired of everything having to be centered around romance or the forced ideology that romantic love will fix all of your problems when it won't.

Platonic attraction/love is so important in stories like these for me because not everything is about romance. But I also think it's important to the other side as well because there are some aplatonic and asexuals within the Twst community! I would love to hear any of their opinions on this as well and see what they think

Anyways I apologize for the ramble but I rlly do enjoy reading thru your posts and seeing the conversation it's creating ! I hope you have a good day/night

[Referencing this post!]

Before I respond to this proper, I want to quickly define some terms that this Anon used in their ask for my readers!

Aromantic means one has little or no interest or desire for romantic relationships. Aplatonic means one has little or no interest or desire for friendships. Asexual means one has little or no interest or desire to engage in sexual activities.

***PLEASE NOTE: as is the case with all sexualities, these definitions are NOT extremes or binaries; they are on a spectrum. Every person is different and we should not make broad assumptions about those that identify as any of the above.***

Amatonormativity is a set of social assumptions that everyone prospers in long-term exclusively romantic relationships. It assumes that amorous relationships are the norm and the expectation.

And with that done, now to the ask itself! ^^ I think you brought up a lot of interesting points for discussion.

I completely agree that romantic love is something that is heavily promoted in all forms of media. It’s often portrayed in a way that undermines the importance of friendships and familial love, or in a way that holds romantic love up as the pinnacle of ALL forms of love. Because of that, it can, quite understandably, feel extremely alienating for those that experience little to no romantic attraction. Aromantics sometimes end up thinking they’re the ones that are “broken”, since they cannot feel what everyone else seems to be feeling. I see you, I hear you, andI understand you.

As I’ve said before, a BIG draw of TWST for many is that it’s pretty open-ended in terms of the types of relationships you can have with its characters. You can ship as many people as you want with whoever you want, and you can avoid shipping them altogether if that’s what you prefer. You can have romance if you want, and you can have friendships if you want. You can be male, female, nonbinary, trans, straight, gay, aro, ace, bi, whatever you want to be. You can truly have it YOUR way just like at Burger King, and we’re lovin’ it just as Ronald McDonald would want us to for that. Everyone can be included.

I really love how TWST appeals to so many different people! 🥰 And I definitely think that platonic love deserves more of a spotlight in media; it’s very underrepresented compared to romantic love. That’s what amplifies TWST’s greatness--it can tell complex stories with deep and compelling characters without necessarily having romantic love as the centerpiece for the narrative. At the same time, people can still enjoy the fanservice (in the card art and some lines of dialogue that are vague enough to be viewed as either romantic or platonic).

Fans interpret the relationships however they wish because the base game leaves the choice up to them. That is the real magic of Twisted Wonderland.

[devinescribe]

Stay High

Karube Daikichi × Reader

Based off this song

No, because It's a three am sad thought that should have been kept in my head. This is totally not based off of my deepest darkest feeling and fears. Anyways, ignore that. Um... yeah.

Warnings: Episode 3 spoilers, Manga spoilers, weed, smoking, suicide (this went darker than I intended, ok?), and another terrible attempt at angst :)

"Karu! For the last time, we're not getting a freaking parrot!" You scolded. "Aww, why not babe? They're cute," he said, pouting. You smiled kissing him quickly. "... I'll think about it," you said, before heading out. "I think that means we will have a-" "Don't push your luck babe. I'll see you after work."

_______________________________________

"And here is my attempt at trying to be nice. Happy anniversary!" You chirped, sliding a rather large gift his way. It had a draped cover over it, so he couldn't see inside. He looked at you suspiciously, slowly taking it in his hands. You had a camera in your hands, and we're smirking. He didn't trust that smirk. "Why do you have that camera?" He asked, nodding to it. "Just filming. It's a special day babe," you said, hiding your smile. "Can i-" "Don't you dare shake it-" He raised his hands in mock surrender, before slowly lifting the sheet.

You saw the smile that spread across his face. "I said I'd think about it," you said. He stood up, pulling your waist into him. He kissed you softly, making you smile in your head. "I'm guessing this means you like your gift?" You asked, a smirk on your face. "It's a fucking parrot, hell yeah I like it," he said. You laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Tears blurred your vision, falling onto the screen of the camera. Had it really been a year since then?

"Ok, now I get to film you! Welcome to day 1 of our roadtrip, I don't know where we're going, but we'll find out soon enough," Karube said, turning the camera to face him. He then turned it to face you. You were putting your luggage into the trunk of your car, and looked up with a smile, giving the camera a peace sign. The parrot, who you two decided to name Nijiko after much deliberation due to its coloring, squawked on your shoulder. You smiled. "Yes, you'll be going to day care  for a while Nijiko," you spoke to the bird, petting it's beak softly. The bird shivered. "Day care? Nijiko day care?" It squawked, tilting it's head to the side. You nodded. "Yes, smart bird. Nijiko is going to daycare," you praised. "I sometimes wonder if she loves the bird more than me. The answer is yes. Yes she does," Karube said, laughing as you spoke to the bird.

"Update, it's been 4 hours, and we are in the middle of no where. The child(the bird) has been dropped off at day care... well boarding? For the week. The music's pretty good though, and this angel next to me is still here, so we're all good," he said. He was really serious about filming this. "Babe, why are you filming this again?" You asked, reaching to grab his hand on the center console. "Because memories baby girl," he responded, kissing the back of your hand as it was intertwined with his. You laughed, blowing him a kiss, turning your attention back to the road.

"Day 3 of our roadtrip, (Y/N) is deciding on what to wear, but as I've told her, she looks great in everything," he stated. You flipped him off, picking out something to wear finally. "Wowwwww, I can really feel the love," he said sarcastically, holding a hand to his chest dramatically. "Shut up, you know I love you," you said, rolling your eyes. "I know you do. Who wouldn't love me?" he joked. "I don't know babe. Watch it though, 'cause you're mine~!"

"Ok, it's a few hours later, (Y/N) is getting snacks, and I'm super nervous, because of this," he said, talking to camera. He pulled out a small box, showing the ring to the camera. "I've been documenting this whole thing like a maniac, because I didn't want her to be suspicious. But anyways, yeah... I've been thinking about it for a while, seeing as we've been together since high school. I am terrified, in all honesty," he rambled, running a hand through his hair. He put the small box back to where you wouldn't find it, but he wouldn't lose it. He saw you walking back to the car, and smiled. You opened the door, giving him a weird look. "You're filming again?" You questioned. He nodded. "You love the sound of your voice don't you?" You asked with a smile. He laughed, "Not as much as I love yours."

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He placed the camera was on a nearby fence post, facing you two, close enough to see and hear both of you. He started recording, and gave a thumbs up to the camera. You looked out to the water, admiring the hues of blue. The water crashed into the shore, spraying you with water. "You know when we get married, I'm definitely going to take you here again," he said. You kept looking out at the water, not noticing him. "When we get married? You already have this planed?" You laughed. You turned to face him, not seeing him at eye level. You looked down, and your eyes widened. "As I was saying, when we get married-" he started, getting interrupted when you jumped onto him, throwing your arms around his neck. You both fell to the sand, and you two couldn't help but laugh. "Are you serious? Like, really?" You asked, tears in your eyes. "Yeah, I'm serious. (Y/N), you've been with me for what seems like forever. I love you so much, and I want to be yours forever. Just as much as you'll be mine. So... would you do me the honor, and marry me?" He asked. He might have sounded confident, but he was shaking on the inside. The tears in your eyes fell, and you laughed nodding. "Yes, a million times yes," you said. He laughed, letting out a sigh of relief. You hugged him tightly, your head in the crook of his neck. "Forever and ever?" You whispered. "Forever and ever."

You looked down at the ring on your finger, crying even harder. His side of the bed stayed empty, no one would ever be able to sleep there. Not even you. His side of the room stayed untouched. The same way it had been left that morning. Before the accident.

"(Y/N)... I know you're sad, but this isn't healthy for you... just... call me back once you get this," Arisu sighed. "No answer again?" Usagi asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. "She's been with our group as long as I can remember. And she's been... she had been... with Karube even longer. If it's hard on me, I can't believe how hard it must be on her," Arisu explained. Usagi pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure she's fine. All people cope with things differently. Just give her space."

You were most definitely not fine. The grief that filled you everytime you saw Arisu's name on your phone, when you looked at anything that once belonged to Karube.  For the first time in the past few weeks, you wandered into the kitchen, and saw the binder filled with the ideas you two had for the wedding. You looked away, tears filling your eyes once more. You couldn't escape the sorrow that had filled your life. It seemed like he was everywhere. Even when you turned on the damn TV the news was talking about the incident. The names of the victims would pop up with pictures, and you would quickly turn it off. You grabbed the folder, ripping up all the papers in there, shredding them to bits in a fit of sadness. You dropped to your knees, holding the final piece of paper. You sniffled, wiping your eyes, looking down. It was in Karube's hand writing, and you took a deep breath. Eventually, you would have to read these things. Eventually, you would have to clean up his side of the room. You decided to start off small. By reading whatever this was.

'I may not be good at expressing my feelings, and this is not going to be the first time you've all heard me tell you how wonderful this woman is, and how much I love her. It certainly won't be the last, if I have any say in it. To which I do. If I could go back to the day we met, and you told me I would be marrying her, I would believe it. Because I've loved you from day one (Y/N). And now, I'll have you. Forever and ever.'

- Karube (rough draft, don't let (Y/N) find this)

You whimpered, holding the piece of paper to your chest. This was too much for you. You needed a distraction.

"Eh, just give me the money, no one will ever know," the woman said. You gave her the money, and she passed you a bag. "I promise it gets better dear. And be careful with that," she said sweetly. You nodded, your face so devoid of any emotion, it was hard to tell if you were still alive. Your world felt so numb to any emotion but hurt.

The burn of the smoke in your throat was satisfying. For the first time since his death, you felt something. Your eyes lazily looked up, staring at the ceiling.  The smell of the weed filled up the room and you rolled your eyes. For once the pain was gone. You couldn't think of anything in the moment other than being hungry. The first time in weeks that had happened.

That was your new routine. Wake up, lounge around, look through the videos and pictures of both of you, get high of your mind. It was the only way you'd forget. Was it healthy? No. Did you care? Also no. You started ignoring Arisu's calls, messages, and voice mails. Leaving them unseen, and unheard. He was worried, and Usagi had gotten worried as well, even though she'd only met you once at the hospital. You seemed like a pleasant person, and according to Arisu, you never left someone in the dark that long. You would usually respond quickly if you weren't at work. But, do to the incident, there wasn't work for a few weeks. That made him worry.

When he found out why you weren't answering, he was shocked. Your apartment wasn't exactly a mess. There were a few papers scattered in the kitchen, and uncollected mail, but other than that, your apartment was clean. He was so confused, hearing you giggling and talking to yourself in your room.

He knocked on the door, opening it slowly. "(Y-y/N)?" He asked hesitantly. You looked up, your eyes lazy and red. The smell of weed in your room was strong, the smoke going out of the window. How long had you been doing this? Had it become self destructive? These were questions he asked himself before seeing you doze off to sleep.

"What the hell were you thinking (Y/N)! You can't- you can't destroy your life over it! I- I was so worried! I've already lost two friends, I can't lose you too!" He scolded. It was a few hours later, and your high had passed. "Why do you care?" You snapped, the conversation being boring to you. The hurt you hadn't felt in weeks came back. He was back in your mind, not as your wonderful fiancé, but as the man you had lost. The man who you had to bury in the ground. It was horrible. Your mind hated the images of his body, lifeless and devoid of his usual smile. You hated it. Absolutely despised it.

"Because you're my friend! You've been my friend since high school! I know it hurts (Y/N), believe me I know, but you can't destroy your fucking life and mental health!" He scolded. It was so unfair to you, in your head. That he was saying something like that. "You want to know what's really destroying my mental health?! Not having him anymore! The fact that he's dead, and I can't- I can't-" you couldn't finish your sentence. Arisu felt bad, but this was an intervention. He had to be a bit forceful for you to stop. "Karube wouldn't want you to do this," he said softly. You felt more tears fall. But you didn't know how to deal with this. "How do you know what he wants?! He's dead!" You screamed. "H-hes dead," you whispered, your voice breaking. Arisu hugged you tightly as you cried. "Can I just know why?" He asked. "He's gone, and I have to stay high all the time to keep him off my mind. Gotta stay high... all my life to forget I'm missing him," you whispered. It was true. It was the only way you could feel something other than pain. The smoke made your mind hazy, and your sadness drifted away. But it wasn't healthy. And it would never be. "It gets better (Y/N)... please, just... stay with me for a week. So I can have peace of mind?"

2 years later

You sat on the sand of the beach, the waves crashed onto the rocks nearby, and a breeze blew the salt water into your face. You looked down at the ring on your finger, sighing at the sight of the shiny gem. You smiled sadly, pressing a kiss to it. "Soon my darling... soon we'll be together again. Forever and ever."

Because the high kept him off your mind, you didn't learn how to cope any other way. The only way was to feel any other pain. You had tried to meet other people, but no one was ever as good. You couldn't even talk to other guys without feeling guilt. It felt wrong. It was like whatever you did, you couldn't get over it. At all. In fact, it had gotten worse over the years. Especially on the yearly anniversary of the incident. Reporters would go to your home and ask you questions, seeing as people had asked you while you were in the hospital. How we're you supposed to get over it when you were reminded constantly?

So there was no thoughts in your head as you walked into the water. It was cold, shocking you. If you didn't drown, you'd die of hypothermia. And that was fine with you.

Forever and ever, no?

Ok, ok, ok.... wow, wowowowowow, this was a three am sad thought that did not have to be written, ok, um wow... that was darker than I intended, holy shit-

I promise I'm done with the terrible attempts at angst, and I promise I'm working on the my other oneshots/books. It's just that when I have an idea, I need to write it before I forget.

Remember that people love you, even if you think no one does, I promise you they do. If you really need help, please find it, and if you would like, I'm always glad to talk to people if they need my help.

[boethiah]

I get wanting to make an abstract entity gender identity that better fits your own identity and sexuality, but you can at least try and make it clearer what identity you're making it is. You only ever refer to lorkhan with male pronouns, you use the words man, husband etc. This is coming from someone who also hates lesbian erasure and wants overt lesbians in the media I consume. If I didn't see the intersex art you reblog I wouldn't know you saw him as anything other than male. 1/2

It would still be nice if things were less vague and open to interpretation. It's your headcanon and your stories, but I enjoy reading about them and your thoughts. I'm sorry I came off aggressive, I was a little hearted for some reason. 2/2

i’m sorry i just literally have no idea how to respond to this... they are et’ada. the mortal concept of gender does not even apply to them. in truth i don’t really consider lorkhan or boethiah to be “male” or “female”, they’re “the essence of creation” and “the savage desire to assert ones will”, respectively. i could write a lot about how i see boethiah’s gender and sexuality in my writings, as with all the et’ada, but are you really going to derive that much value from a cis woman’s inevitably-hamfisted rambling about the fictional god of stabbing people?  

which that leads me to this: i am not “media you consume”! i am a woman with a blog who sometimes write fanfics about daedra smooching each other. until zenimax lets me write lorebooks for ESO or something, i’m not really beholden to any standards. i get like, fifteen notes on most of my fanfics, i’m a long ways from being any sort of influential! you’re welcome to ask me about any of my headcanons because i love to ramble about it but by and large i barely post my thoughts on this blog unless i’m drunk because, well, i get anons yelling at me for it! like no shit i don’t want to be "less vague and open to interpretation”. i get people trying to argue with me when i’m explicit. i actually made a side account, @bhag, specifically so i could talk about ocs and headcanons to a smaller audience because i was so tired of the shit i get on my main. 

sorry for the long reply, i’m really trying to explain my point of view in good faith. again you could’ve just... asked me about my headcanons about bokhan and i’d have gladly told you that boethiah’s infatuation with lorkhan was religious and unrequited in the first place, and boethiah didn’t really take on a female aspect until after his death anyway, that i only really consider post-convention boethiah to be “a lesbian” even though those labels cannot actually apply to these fictional entities in the first place. but a hungover woman joking that the daedric prince of strife embodies the lesbian experience of constantly being attacked by people is not really going to do much to correct the lack of lesbian representation in media yknow 

[permanently-exhausted-bitch]

The Beacon Activation

Also available here on AO3

Thank you @dapandapod for helping me figure this out!

RATING: Mature

PAIRINGS: Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt & Cirilla, Geralt & All Other Witchers

SUMMERY: Unknown to humans, the witchers have a what's known as a Beacon. The beacon is activated when something comes up that needs all witchers from all schools to stand together. It has never had to be used. Until now.

The Beacon is activated. The witchers are coming for their swallow.

It was secret to all surviving witchers of the sackings that a spell could be activated and witchers from all schools would come together in an emergency. So when Cirilla was kidnapped by Nilfgaurd, Geralt decided to use The Beacon. 

No one but Geralt and Eskel knew that Geralt was a very powerful mage as well. Many witchers thought Geralt's lack of powerful signs was a side effect of the extra mutations but that wasn't true. He kept them weak to not hint off that he's a powerful mage.

So, when Geralt felt Cirilla's tracking spell activate in Nilfgaurd, Geralt opens a portal close to where he scensed Eskel. To his luck, Eskel was drinking with Lambert. Geralt stepped out of the portal to see he was just outside of a town.

"Come on, Roach. Let's go see Eskel and Lambert. I can hear them in the tavern." Geralt mutters and spurs Roach forward. He arrives then to the post outside then goes inside.

"Another witcher! What brings the majestic White Wolf to these parts." The barman asked curiously.

"I'm here for my brothers." Geralt said before walking past him to greet Eskel and Lambert who had stood up. Geralt pulled Eskel into his arms and pressed his nose against his neck.

"Geralt's what's the matter?" Eskel asked worriedly.

"Nilfgaurd has the pup. I came to get you both so we could activate The Beacon. I'm sure we don't need the backup but I'm sure the others from the other schools will want a piece of the army that took our Swallow." Geralt said quietly. Eskel nods but Lambert looks at Geralt in confusion.

"How are we gonna activate it? Will Yennefer help us? The beacon was made when mages still resided in Kaer Morhen. None of us, except maybe Eskel, has that kind of power." Lambert said quietly. Eskel looks at Geralt who sighs and nods.

"There's something Eskel and I should probably tell you. Follow me." Geralt said nervously, before leading them out to the horse post. 

They got their horses and Geralt led them to a clearing where Geralt sighed and looked at Lambert.

"So, Lambert, there's something you should probably know about me. Before I say anything, I just- please don't think I didn't tell you because I don't trust you or love you. I haven't even told Vesemir. Eskel and Yennefer are the only ones that know and Yen only knows because she read my mind. Eskel helped me through it as children. Jaskier doesn't know, Cirilla doesn't know although she might be able to sense it, even if she doesn't know what it means. Anyway, I just don't like people being afraid of me or see me as less than a witcher. I-" Geralt started to ramble but was cut off by Lambert's hand over his mouth.

"Geralt, I know you like dick. It's fine. Just get to the point." Lambert said tiredly.

"It's not that. This is probably more that that. Truth is, I'm not just a witcher, I'm also a very powerful mage. My birth mother was a sorceress. I got that gift. My signs are even stronger than Eskel's but I always toned them down during training so I wouldn't be taken back again for more experiments. If they knew I could move things with my mind, they would have tried to take me for a third round. They would have tried to figure out how to recreate my powers in other witchers and more boys would have been subjected to experiments. I couldn't let that happen to them and especially you. I read their minds. They were going to try and take Eskel back for more experiments. I used a very powerful Axii that they had no hope of overcoming and made them forget about their plans for him. I used Axii on 5 different Master witchers at the same time, Lambert, I broke through their walls in seconds. I had them all under my spell and they never knew it. And I was 15." Geralt said quietly, looking down at his hands as he levitated a dagger in front of him before flipping it with his mind and sends it soaring across the clearing and into a tree, only for it to reappear in his hands a second later.

"Fuck. So you didn't tell them so Eskel and I wouldn't go through the extra trials? If that's the reason, why would you have kept this from me? Geralt, you saved my life, and Eskel's." Lambert said quietly before moving his horse over to Geralt's and pulled Geralt to him in as much of a hug as he could manage.

"I was scared." Geralt said quietly before hugging Lambert back. After a few second, Lambert pulled back with a determine look.

"Come on, let's go save our little pup." Lambert said, making Geralt nod with a chuckle while he opened a portal to the Kaer Morhen gates.

Inside, Lambert goes and gets Vesemir while Geralt goes to the beacon room while Eskel stables the horses.

Inside the Beacon room, Geralt familiarizes himself with the equipment and when the others arrive they see Geralt standing in the room with his arms outstretched and a potatent smell of ozone as they all felt the chaos pulsing from him.

While Chanting in elder, Geralt puts one hand on a stone and the other stretched out in front of him before suddenly they see all their medallions lifting up.and Geralt's face appears above them in a cloud of magic mist.

"My witchers brethren of all schools,  I have activated the Beacon in a plea to help us wolves rescue our little cirllia. Nilfgaurd has taken my daughter, your niece. I ask you all to aid me in storming the gates of Nilfgaurd to save our Swallow and to teach the kingdoms of the continent why they wouldn't go after someone who is under the witchers' protection. So, whose with us?" Geralt asked with a smirk. Using the chaos surrounding them all he hears almost 50 witchers respond with enthusiastic agreement.

"I thank you. I will open a portal to Kaer Morhen courtyard for all of you. We'll discuss our strategy here." Geralt said before taking a deep breath and looking at Eskel.

"Eskel, place your hand on my shoulder. I just need a little more energy. Lambert can you go get the dining room cleared out for about 50 witchers and Vesemir, can you fo get the gate open. I'm going to open the portals to the outside of the gates. Then have a few witchers go hunting so we have some food for tonight and tomorrow.  I'm gonna start opening portals but I'm running out of energy. If I pass out, just lay me down somewhere I'll only take a few hours and a good meal to regain strength." Geralt said tiredly as he lets out another pulse of chaos as Eskel crowds in front of him and presses their foreheads together. Eskel closes his eyes and presses his hand to Geralt's cheek and hip.

While Lambert goes to the dining room Vesemir walks out to the gates to see a single portal open and witchers come out in groups. Vesemir waits until the portal closes and then looks around ar the group.

"Coen, Adian, Terrent, Gabriel, can you please go hunt for our dinner? this is a very unexpected gathering and we don't have enough supplies. The rest of you, follow me, show you to dining room the barracks. Most of our rooms are unusable so you'll all have to sleep where the apprentices used too. I apologize for the state of the keep, us wolves try and keep it as clean and safe as we can but with only 4 of us, it's difficult. All of you are free to uar the courtyard and training equipment if you please during your stay." Vesemir said as he guided the group inside.

Eskel walked in with a semi-conscious Geralt hanging off him. Eskel sits Geralt down and sits beside him then lets Geralt lay down. Once Geralt was asleep in Eskel's lap, Letho speaks up.

 

"So, I think I can speak for all of us and ask how the fuck Geralt was able active the Beacon and portal us all here?" 

Eskel brushes his hand through Geralt's hair and looks at the group of witchers who have settled themselves around the room.

"Geralt's birth mother, Visenna, is a sorceress. Geralt has alway been a mage and mutations just made the connection to chaos stronger." Eskel said before looking at Vesemir.

"He said he kept it a secret because the Masters who did the experimental trials figured out that my signs are stronger and was planning on bringing me back for extra trials. So at age 15, he heard their plans and put 5 Master witchers under Axii at the same time and made them forget about their plans for me. He saw the future in one of his dreams, He saved mine and many other witchers' lives, including Lambert's." Eskel said nervously. Vesemir looks at Geralt in shock and pride, however before he could say anything, four other witchers walk in with 5 large elk. 

"We got dinner!!" Aiden cheered!

 

Later that night, over dinner, the witchers worked over the strategy for their invasion and rescue. And once, the plan was in place, the witchers sharpened their blades and looked to Geralt who was now fully energized again and was fully armoured. All the witchers then make their way out to the stables 

"Brothers, Nilgaurd has mages so I can't risk portaling straight into the castle but I can let us off a couple hours ride away. Let's go get our Swallow!" Geralt yelled, making everyone raise their swords and roar in agreement.

Geralt opened a portal and kicks Roach into a gallop and lead the witchers out of Kaer Morhen.

Pasty, as old as she was, had seen a lot in her long life. She had lost her husband and her sons to her Emperor's conquest for land and power, so she hoped and prayed that the war would end soon. She didn't realize that her prayers would be answered mere hours later. Patsy was tending to her little shop when suddenly the ground started to shake. 

The villagers around her look around in shock and fear then suddenly 50 terrifying looking horses run through the village square, all of them were carrying heavily armed and armoured witchers. And they were heading towards the palace.

"Why are the witchers here? They've never been seen in one place before." Lana, her daughter in law croaks beside her.

"I heard rumors that they took that white haired female that they say is the daughter of the white wolf. I assume that right there, that was an invasion force. The king took the white Wolf's daughter, its known he's very protective of her. He probably gathered all the others and is going to breach the castle." Adam, Patsy's youngest son said shakily. 

"Good riddance." Patsy sneers and hobbled back inside.

As Geralt and the others approach the castle, Geralt sends a telepathic message to Ciri through their bond and sends her flash images of the outside of the castle and his witcher brothers behind him. He smiles slightly at the thankfulness and love she projects back before frowning as she sends back images of a thought to be dead Duny 

"He wants to take me, dad, to bed. He says our future son will be all powerful and will be his heir according to prophecy." her fearful voice fills his head. Geralt snarls loudly before looking at the others.

"THE EMPEROR IS MINE ONLY! he wants to rape Ciri for a prophecies all powerful son." Geralt yells making everyone growl and hiss respectively.

"We're coming Pup, hold on. We're coming up on the palace gates. Are you able to get out of your bonds?' He asks through the mental link.

"I'm already out of them, I've just been keeping my arms behind my back. They didn't think to check me for weapons. I have my daggers and I can still teleport. They don't know I already have training."

"Good girl. Don't go after Duny. He can have you defiled in minutes. Leave him to me. He's mine. I saved his life at your mother's betrothal feast, I would like to correct that mistake. As soon as he leaves the room, portal yourself to my location. I have a sword for you, it was going to be a birthday present but you need it now." Geralt sent back as they arrive at the gate.

Geralt summons a strong blast and the doors blow off their hinges and rattle the entire castle as they fall.

 

Emperor Emhyr was sitting across from his daughter, trying to convince her to let him breed her when suddenly a loud expression rocks the castle. Cirilla states laughing manically and grins at her birth father.

"You pissed off the wrong people, Emhyr. You've sighed your own death warrant!" She crows in laughter as the sounds of screaming, roaring and laughter wind through the castle walls.

Suddenly a terrified and heavily injured guard barges in.

"SIR! Witchers! An army's worth. And they're pissed." The man pants before collapsing. Emhyr looks at Ciri who smirks but gets up and runs out the door, leaving Cirilla alone.

"Finally! Coming to ya dad!" Ciri sends Geralt before standing up, stretching a little and the disappearing in a flash of green light. When she arrives, she is standing next to Roach and Geralt is holding a sword. He hops down off Roach and hugs her tightly before handing her the sword.

"Wow, it's a shame it'll already see its first blood." She said, obviously not sorry at all. She and her dad, move with fluid grace as they fight back to back as soldiers run at them. 

Then suddenly Geralt senses other magic and puts Cirilla behind him and throws up a shield that covers all the witchers. He looks over to see a shocked and fearful sorceress.

"Impossible! Witchers cannot control chaos!" She cried.

"That's partly true, I'm the only mutant mage. And I'm a damn powerful one." He said before baring his fangs and shoots a spell at her to transform into a dandelion. She tries to block it but he's too powerful for her and sudden a small dandelion sat on the ground where she stood.

"Why a flower, wolf??" Lambert called from his left.

"Because of this!" Geralt replied with a grin and walked over, picked up the flower and held it to Roach, she knocked happily and ate it from his hand.

The soldiers and witchers gape at him as the court silences. The witcher had just fed Nilfgaurds most powerful sorceress to his horse and did it with a smile on his face. One by one, soldiers suddenly start dropping their weapons in surrender, thoroughly terrified at that display of magic.

 

Emhyr tries to run to a back entrance in the throne room when suddenly the door way in front of him glowed with a barrier. Emhyr looks to see a bloody but uninjured Geralt stalking through with an equally bloody and uninjured Cirilla by Geralt's side and with dozens of witchers filing in behind him.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I saved your life, Duny. And you kidnap and try and rape my daughter. Is this how you repay me?" Geralt sneers with a nasty smirk.

"She's my daughter, Witcher." Emhyr says coldly.

"That's where you're wrong, Geralt is more of a dad than you have ever been. Where were you when I was grieving my parents, where were you when I learned to play the harp? Where were you when I was lost in the woods for months, where were you when I was learning to sing? Where were you who I scraped my knees when I fell down some stares? Where where you when my kitten died and grandmother and Eist were to busy to help me calm down? ..mhmm. you were here. Hiding and planning my rape and probably subsequent murder. Geralt is the one who helped me learn to survive, to live. He taught me how to fight, he taught me what real love looks like. I was having a terrible nightmare a few months ago. Almost brought Kaer Morhen down with my screams. And dad helped me breath again and he told to bundle up and meet him outside. That he had a tradition to show me, an ancient witcher tradition. And when I for out there, he threw a snowball at my face. We had a snowball fight in the middle of the night and after, I fell asleep with a smile. He put away old rivalry and forgave old betrayal to bring all of the witchers together to rescue me. The wolves, cats and vipers have never been in the same room before without beating eachother bloody. Geralt is my dad, Vesemir is my grandfather, Yennefer of Vengerberg is my mom, Master bard Jaskier is my papa and Triss Marigold is my sister. The witchers of the continent are my uncles. I have my family. And you, emperor asshole, are not my family. I exercise my right to renounce my title as heir and princess. I renounce you, Emperor Emhyr var Emreis. I am not your daughter." Ciril rants before looking at Geralt with a smile.

"Let the record reflect that I, Geralt of Rivia, claim Cirilla as my own. She is now Cirilla of Kaer Morhen, our little swallow." Geralt said before picking Emhyr up with his magic and tearing the man's head from his body with a sickening pop. 

 

Geralt takes the head and guides out the witchers and they mount their horses again. Geralt pulls Ciri up in front of him and lead his brother out of the castle gates. They walk to the town center and toss Emhyr's head onto the ground infront of a crowd.

"Let it be known that anyone who hurts who is under our protection, the consequences are severe. Good luck to you all." Geralt before urging Roach down the road. Geralt opens a portal and puts them near Ban Gleán. They trot along quietly, revealing in the victory and the relief that Cirilla was safe but then Geralt heard strumming, familiar strumming. Geralt looks forward to see Jaskier walking in front of them.

"Jask!" Geralt yelled, making Jaskier look up and stumble in shock. He runs to Geralt's side and let's Geralt dismount Roach, leaving Ciri in the saddle.

"Why the hell are you all traveling together and soaked in blood?" Jaskier asked worriedly as he checks Geralt for injuries but Geralt just chuckles and pulls Jaskier to him.

"I'm okay Jask, we're all okay. The blood isn't any of ours. Nilfgaurd took Ciri, so we brought down Nilfgaurd." Geralt said as he nuzzled  against Jaskier's neck and jaw.

"Oh ok good I- wait. YOU TOOK DOWN NILFGAURD!!??" Jaskier yelled before looking at Ciri.

"Kiddo, I thought we taught you better? How on earth did you get taken?" Jaskier asked worriedly.

"Papa, I'm an 18 year old woman. Even with training, I can't take down 20 men by myself. I took 7 down before they got me though. And I bit one guy's finger off. He wouldn't go near me again when I was there" Ciri said smugly.

"That's my girl." Jaskier said before rounding on Geralt. 

The witchers behind them couldn't believe it. This little bard was ranting and raving and shouting that he should have been there, and how he could have made a beautiful song out of it and how dare Geralt not tell him that Ciri had be kidnapped. This bard scared them a little at his lack of fear but the sheepish smile on Geralt's face would surely result in teasing for years.

 

However, as the bard, continue to rant, one thing became evident. The white wolf had been tamed but he was not soft nor slow or weak, but instead, ferociously protective, loyal, and loving to those he loved. Yet, he was brutal and unforgiving in his vicious attacks if those he loved were threatened. 

Jaskier isn't his. He is Jaskier's.

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Title : Stuck Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Word Count : Honestly who the hell knows?

Warning : Sad Bucky, sad Steve, you can see it from the request.

A/N :

Alright so i already posted this request but Tumblr somehow deleted it. So i had to do it all over again. Well thankfully not the story, i fortunately wrote it in the notes, i learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway along with a story the request itself was deleted. So i think this is how the request went, if it was your request message me if it was wrong. Also i had a really hard time with this request, i don't know why i just wasn't inspired, well probably more tired from college than inspired, but that's why it took so long. I wanted to do it right. Also for anyone else who send me a request i saw it, and i will right it as soon as my obligations allow me some free time. Also i did the P. O. V. thing so don't get confused. Okay, enough rambling, i hope you like it. And also i believe there was a compliment in the request for gif usage, thank you for that. 😘😘😘❤️

Request : Can you do a fic where you and the new agent are getting closer to the point where the team suspects that you are falling out of love with Bucky? (angst to fluff).

Steve's P. O. V.

As soon as he saw her enter the kitchen Chris was out of his seat smothering her in a hug, but Natasha and Steve, hung back and watched with frowns on their faces.

They stayed quiet during their conversation occasionally sipping coffee.

Their stubbornness and Steve's persistence in making sure both him and the team stay out of this complicated and deeply personal situation, rendered them mute, as they stood there cold and stoic, as they sipped on their coffee.

Many would say the intimacy in the embrace, those gentle smiles, and completely unnecessary gazes they were curently being subjected to were highly inappropriate and Steve would have to agree with them.

The more he watched, the more sorry he felt for his friend. But no, Steve wasn't angry at her, he was hurt. How could such a sweet girl be so uncaring? No one deserves this kind of treatment, his friend the least. He's been through so much already, Steve thought you out of all people understood this.

He lost so much, did he have to lose you too?

You were the rock that kept thing moving, a force anyone could fall back on if needed to be. And you want to abandon it all, for this Chris, a man you barely know compared to his friend.

Steve knew he was letting his feelings cloud his judgement, and you haven't really done anything but spent time with a man you claimed was your friend, a man that was your partner. He knew he spent just as much, if not more time with Natasha and she was one of his most valued friends.

Also, Chris seemed like a nice guy, the kind of man if you were still single he'd advise you to go for.

But that's it, you weren't single. In fact you were in a committed relationship with the most important person in his life.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know what to do. Invade his best friend's privacy or let his best friend be hurt when he could at least cushion the blow.

One more look at the 'lovely couple' and he decided, privacy be damned, his friend deserves honesty at least and he was gonna make sure he got it for him.

"Steve.." a voice trailed off cautiously, he looked over the see Natasha leaning on the counter facing them, with her head turned towards him looking at him.

"I know, Nat." he knew he shouldn't have snapped, it wasn't her fault. She sighed.

"Steve it should be one of us, I know it sucks to hurt him like that, but it's even worse if he caught them, and we knew but didn't tell him."Like always the redhead was right, but he still tried to reason with her.

"But she hasn't done anything yet Natasha, we can't make things up when they didn't happen."

She rolled her eyes at his statement. "Yes, Steve, she hasn't done anything, yet Steve. The key word being yet. Come on, Steve! They've known each other for only two months, and they are joined at the hip. If you think Bucky didn't notice you are mistaken. Dude's been giving her the kicked puppy eyes for days now and she hasn't even noticed choosing to ogle at her new beau. This calls for revenge! "The redhead took a deep breath and said.

" He is your best friend Steve, if the rolls were reversed wouldn't you like him to say something? "

Steve didn't respond, it wasn't necessary, they both knew the answer. Instead of pushing him, Natasha gently squeezed his shoulder and left him in the kitchen to think it over.

An hour later Steve was letting out his anger on a punching bag. The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he got.

This wasn't his relationship but it was his friend. Thou you were his friend too, after Peggy's death you along with Natasha were there for him, hell you've spent the whole day making jokes just to make him forget.

You were like Bucky, the Bucky from before, not just before The Winter Soldier, but before the war. The guy that got him in a lot of trouble and the guy that stood by him and protected him when he took a bite too large to swallow.

The man that took him to many unsuccessful dates, his companion, his family, it's what drew him to you.

You were a sense reality in the world that no longer made sense, a familiar face in a strange place.

Although he wanted to protect his friend, he also felt oddly protective of you. He couldn't betray your trust, but he couldn't betray Bucky either.

Why did this has to be so hard? He thought and punched the punching bag so hard it ripped and fell few feet away.

"What did that punch bag ever do to you?" Said a man Steve was successfully avoiding since this morning.

"Oh, hey Buck. What's up?" he said trying to act nonchalant. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?" Bucky demanded.

"I'm not avoiding you." Steve mildly shrugged. Glaring at him he got closer almost to his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Steve could hear the anger in his voice, but also hurt, trying to protect him he's the one that ended up hurting him.

"Nothing, Buck." Steve said. "Listen here, punk!

"It's bad enough the love of my life could possible be cheating on me right now, now i can't even trust you!? What the hell man?"

Steve looked at his best friend, his eyes were puffy, tears threatening to spill, but he refused to let them fall, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well, his hands shaking in anger, this was a man already hurt.

"Look i wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't want to betray her either so I've been ignoring you both so i don't hurt anyone. I guess that ship sailed." He said, his friend deserved honestly at least he can get it from him.

"You think she's cheating on me?" asked Bucky. "I don't know, man. I did not see her so anything, from all we know we're just making stuff up."

Steve frowned, even thou he shouldn't do it now, he was defending her. "You're a good friend, Steve. But i didn't ask what you saw, i want a yes or no answer." Bucky said.

"Why do i matter, why are you asking me? If you really wanted to know you'd ask her. But you're asking me because you know i will never give you that answer. So why are you asking me, Buck?" Steve demanded.

Bucky glared at him, before he grabbed his shoulder giving him a smile." You're a punk, kid."Bucky said, paused to inhale and exhale before continuing." It's because i don't really wanna know. I love her, Steve. If fact i love her so much that even thou, she 's literally ripping me in half, my brain is still finding a reason to forgive her. That she loves me and it's all a mistake. I'm pathetic."

Bucky lowered his head, squeezed his shoulder again, let go and turned to leave.

At the door Steve voice halted him in place.

" You're not pathetic. You love her. Knowing you my whole life, you were never soft on a dame like that. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Without turning around Bucky whispered. "Me too." And left.

Steve could see it bright as day this man was a mess. He had to do something, you might be his friend, and it wasn't his business , but he was about to confront you.

Steve knew you, you were not a coward.

He would get you to tell the truth, perhaps it wasn't too late. You need to be honest and you might even work it out with Bucky.

Taking his phone out of his pocket he texted you to meet him in his room.

Your P. O. V.

After the workout Chris suggested you go to the diner you always go after a successful mission.

"Come on it's been some time since we been there." Snorting at that statement you replied. "We literally went there two days ago."

Groaning Chris whined. "Exactly, too long, come on i know you can practically taste those fries and that strawberry and vanilla milkshake you like. Eh, it will be fun and if i may say so i make great company."

Although the offer was tempting, and you really could taste those fries and that delicious milkshake, you had to go home to your boyfriend.

You missed him so much, and judging by those sad eyes he's been giving you he missed you just as much, if not more.

The missions you were being sent on this past month left little to no time for your relationship, and now having to prepare for an undercover mission of great importance and you weren't allowed to speak about it with anyone according to Maria, you were forced to spend all your free time with Chris.

Well forced was a harsh word, Chris was a great man and an amazing partner, but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Sorry gotta take a rain check." You mumbled apologetically. Chris smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey i get it, if i had a hunk like that waiting for me at home, i wouldn't even bother talking to you. Scram, kid." You arched an eyebrow on chuckling. "Is that so? "

"I'd fuck him."

As you were nearing your apartment your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen you saw you had a text from Steve. Opening it read' We need to talk, met me at my place'.

Steve was not the best texter but he never sounded this urgent and formal. If this was about the mission he would have asked meat at The Tower, this was personal.

Something was wrong.

All it took was three knocks to be met with Steve's hard gaze, he stood aside allowing you to come in.

"So we need to talk?Are you breaking up with me Steve?"A light-hearted joke that was meant to brighten the mood was met with a glare. Okay, not the right crowd.

"Listen, i know it's non of my business and you're my friend, but this needs to end. What the hell is going on with you and Chris? "

Steve asked firmly before placing his hands on his belt buckle. You knew that stance, you've seen it a million times, it was meant to frighted and send a message that he met business.

You never thought you's see it being used on you. But you weren't so easily scared.

"You're right, Steve it's non of your business ." You replied defensively. Who was he thinking he could question you?

"You're right, but i don't care. I'm the one who has to watch my friend heartbroken when you leave with Chris, so excuse me if I'm a little protective. Just don't. Own up to it." Steve said.

"Own up to what, Steve? Heartbroken? My Bucky? What the hell is going on?" You demanded. You have done nothing to Bucky. What the hell is he talking about?"You hurt him and..." Steve began but you cut him off. "Hurt him i haven' t even spoken to him!" You piped up.

"Exactly."

Bucky's P. O. V.

Knowing he couldn't stay cupped up in his room with all those thoughts swearing in his head Bucky decided to take a walk, and by walk he meant a run, muttering angry at nothing and panting wildly.

He wasn't sure if he was panting because he was tired from the aggressive run or the work his mind put him through.

He decided the latter.

As if he was cursed to suffer today, he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Chris strolled up to him, a bright smile on his face, as if he wasn't the cause to his misery. Some nerve on this guy!

"Hey, Buck right?" he said to Bucky holding his hand for him to shake. Bucky just looked down at it frown.

"Not a hand shaker? Alright, i get it. I'm getting used on it myself.Also some say it's unhygienic."

What pissed of Bucky even more was that Chris wasn't even fazed by Bucky unfriendly stance. This guy!

"Anyway i just wanted to meet the man my partner won't shut up about. I mean that woman's got you on a pedestal you'd think your shooting rainbow out of your ass."

Keep rubbing salt to an open wound, Bucky though. This dude was something else.

"Look man, i don't really know her for that long, but she's kinda grown on me. She's one heck of a woman. She means a lot to me and... " Bucky cut him of. "I can imagine." He remarked through his teeth.

"No, you really can't, she has been there for me after the war, you know when you get back everyone keeps walking on egg shells around you, it's a strange place, even the bed feels wrong, too soft. But she made me feel human."

Suddenly the anger for the man was gone and all that was left was confusion. Chris was a marine? It would explain his posture.

" She's not afraid to hold me, i thank God or whatever is out there everyday for a friend like her. "

Bucky knew what he was talking about oh to well, she made him fell the same. She was comfort, she was peace, she was his home.

" Why are you telling me all of this? "Bucky asked.

" Because I'm not blind, i know a jealous man when i see one. She holds me because it helps me relax, not because she is in love with me. Don't even try to deny it. I know what it feels to love her, but you know what it feels like to be loved by her. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's me. Don't screw this up, man. See ya. "

Before Bucky even had the chance to process what Chris had said, he turned and ran the other way.

Walking into your room you felt oddly nervous. You didn't even know it but you've made the man you love, a man in doubt.

He now questioned your love and you did not even notice. Sure you saw a bit of sadness but regarded it as him simply missing you.

Not a man heartbroken and riddled with insecurities. He probably hasn't even slept right and you didn't see it.

There was no reason for your fear, the room was empty, no Bucky in sight. Footsteps in the hallway made you turn around. Walking out of the room you followed the footsteps into the hallway, outside your apartment, down the stairs and only when you were outside did you catch the glimpse of the man of our.

Gathering enough courage you called out Bucky who at the sound of your voice turned and froze.

The tension was high, you could feel it in the air as you stared at one another.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak not even knowing what to say Bucky crossed the distance, grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you.

It only took you a second to respond, the kiss was desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, while hands roamed all over, pulling, squeezing.

Pulling away for air you kept your eyes closed. "Tell me you love me." Pleaded Bucky, making you feel even more guilty.

Opening your eyes your hands sneaked themselves around his neck pulling until your forehead touched his own.

"I'm not sure about a lot of things Bucky. But there is one thing i am sure about and that is that i love you, James Buchanan Barnes, i love you and i always will. I'm sorry i ever made you doubt my love. "

"No, i am the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place. I got so stuck in my own head. I'm sorry. I love you so much, doll."

"I love you. Let's just forget about it and agree that from now on we will talk about this things. No holding back. "

"You're right. From now, we talk. But please be patient with me. And do me a favor, will you."

"Anything."

"Don't quit on me. I know it can be hard to be with me sometimes, but I love you as much it is possible for this broken man to love. "

"You're not broken, just bent. And don't act like I'm a walk in the park, i know i can be frustrating. But this is a relationship, we work together, we compromise, we fight, we make love. We don't quit on each other, we fight for us."

"I love you."

"And i love you."

[meme991001]

The Black Siren Chapter 1

"Lauren's point of view."

'I can't believe she convinced me,' thought Lauren. 'but I can't exactly blame her. I haven't actually left the house since I moved to Gotham.' Soon I saw a red carpet and flashing lights. Then I began mentally preparing myself. I'm going to need it so I can deal with the paparazzi. It's the first time I'm going to an event since I moved here. Considering it has been a month since we moved here and now I have to deal with these vultures. At least it's for a children's hospital. That's the only thing good about the situation. Slowly the limo stopped and started to straighten my dress to mack sure its perfect. The limo driver opened the door, and flashes of light soon flooded my eyes, and I heard the press say my name. And I quickly smiled and posed for a few photographers. The closer I got to the entrance, the more the questions they asked me.

Some are about my dress. Some about if I'm in a relationship with someone, and if I'm dating Bruce Wayne. Considering it's the first event I ever attended since I moved here, it's a Wayne Enterprises event. We both lost our parents. So I'm not surprised by the question. So I just smiled politely and entered the building. It's a glamorous ballroom with gold accents, a gorgeous chandelier with crystals or diamonds. I can't tell, and a large orchestra was playing classical music giving it an aristocratic atmosphere. Still, I wasn't a surprise that it is this glamorous. He is the prince of Gotham, and me a huge playboy. The only thing that I found about this man that surprised me with is that he adopted kids. However, suppose Lexa's gossip is anything to go by. They are actually his biological kids, and their mothers abandoned them, seriously. In that case, that guy has to take in black haired blue eyed kids I don't know. My thoughts (mini rambling session) was interrupted by a female's voice.

"Miss Lauren Light?" I turned around, and I see a man and a woman with press badges. The man is tall, He was clearly muscular in a lean wrestler way with dark hair and blue eyes. They were covered by his glasses. Yet, he was somewhat hiding that he was uncomfortable in this atmosphere. While the woman was tall, beautiful, and confident. She has dark hair and eyes that look like pale violet in this light. She was wearing a black number and looked like she grew up in this world, unlike the man's stance. I can tell instantly that I like her. "Lois Lane-Kent and this is my husband Clark Kent we're from the Daily Plant," she said with her hand to shake.

I simply smiled politely, shooked her hand, and said, "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I absolutely love your articles from the Daily Plant" unknown to them. I happen to that Clark is Superman.

"Why, thank you, Miss Light, but do you mind if we ask you a few questions ?" Asked Clark as he and his wife returned the smile.

"Of course not, and please call me Lauren," I said.

"Great, is it true that the only reason you attend this event is because of Mr. Wayne?" asked Lois.

"Of course not, In fact, I had never met him, the main reason I'm attending is because of my sister. She said I need to get out more often, but I'm pretty sure that's not the only reason why," I said.

"So your relationship with Mr. Wayne is fake information, that's good to know. Mind our asking, but why did you choose this event?" Asked Clark.

"Because like I said, my sister wouldn't have it, I nearly did not come if it wasn't for Alexa."

"Who's Alexa?"

"My 16-year-old sister, who needs to figure out how not to mess with my life, and I can live it any way I want," I said as I crackled.

"I know the feeling," they said together as well crackling. I can tell the married partners are speaking from experience.

"Let me guess you both have a younger sister?"

"Lois does while I have I cosine who my parents took in, but she might as well be," answered Clark.

"Okey, the final question is it true that both of your parents and Mr. Wayne's parents were friends and were planning some kind of agreement?" Said Lois.

"I honestly don't know, my godfather said that they knew each other, but he was never told if there was an agreement. I only know that they never wanted a death like that, and wished it was different," I said.

"Thank you for your time, Lauren," said Clark.

"It's no bother at all, and please enjoy your evening, Mr. And Mrs. Kent," I said

"Same to you," they said, smiling, and I return it.

After that, I went to get a drink, so I went to the bar, I went to the bartender and asked, "excuse me, can I have 1 glass of champagne and scotch?" he nodded got started on my drink. As I was waiting for my drink, I noticed a man coming next to me. He was a redhead with green eyes and a goatee, he wore a suit like every other man here. Still, I can tell he enjoys to flaunt his wealth. Considering he was wearing a gold Rolex, it wasn't hard to tell.

"Hey, did it hurt?" the man asked weirdly.

"Excuse me, but what?" I questioned, feeling weirded out

"Did it hurt from when fell from heaven?" the man replied, 'oh, he was using a pick-up line, a bad line if asked me, but that explains it.'

"I'm sorry, not. I didn't fall from heaven, and just to let you know that was cheesy," I informed the man, not even paying attention to him.

"I'm Chase Azul," the man- chase introduced himself, "what's your name, Angle?"

"Not interested," I told him sharply and into the point.

"Come on, let me show you an amazing time," he replied, 'does he know what take a hint mean? Great, its one of those men,' i thought while rolling my eyes.

"Let me make this clear I'm not interested in you" 'you can't get clearer than that,' i thought as the bartender finally brings me my drink. I took a sip of it.

"Trust me, you'll have an amazing-" he was suddenly cut off by another man.

"Excuse me, is this man bothering you?"

"Bruce's point of view."

'I've never been more glad that the kids are all started a strick just to not attend an event,' i thought as just left a conversation for a drink. As I was walking to the bar, I see the most beautiful woman in my life. Considering I often meet models, royal family members, celebrities, and goddesses saying a lot. She has long, dark, slightly curled hair half up and half down, a somewhat tanned or bronzed skin that gives out a gorgeous glow. She was tall with long legs. An hourglass figure also had lean muscles hidden and gave her a delicate yet strong look that you don't see every day. she was wearing a brown dress with some detailing in lace. Her stance was confident yet agitated. Most likely from the man that was talking to her. for some reason, she reminds me of Talia. This surprises me as they while having similar coloring, are noting alike. So I went over there, and the man says, "Trust me, you'll have an amazing-" before I decided to cut him off.

"Excuse me, is this man bothering you?"

"Lauren's point of view."

I turn around and saw a tall, muscular man with gorgeous blue eyes and black hair. He has a sharp and chiseled jaw. I can tell quickly he was confident, and yet there a deep sorrow in his eyes. It took me a few moments to realize that he's Bruce Wayne. 'Man, was he sculpted by gods or something, no wonder he gets all those dates despite being a well-known playboy,' i thought before remembering his question. "Yes, he was," I answered honestly.

"Well, how about a dance to help him realize your not interested?" he asked, extending his arm out as he asked.

"It will be my pleaser," I said, taking his arm, leaving the glass and the redhead gaping. He leads me to the dance floor. He put other his arm around my waist as I put my other arm on his shoulder. "So you're, the legendary Bruce Wayne I've heard all about," I stated.

"Bruces point of view."

As I lead her to the dancefloor, I can't help but think how beautiful her eyes are, blue as sapphires or the ocean somehow dark and yet stunningly bright. I was pulled out by my thoughts by her melodic voice. "So you're, the legendary Bruce Wayne I've heard all about," she stated

"All good things, I hope?" I questioned

"Oh, you know the usual, how you date anything with legs, how you adopted a miniature army of dark-haired blued children. How you are unbelievably handsome you are," she replied. I couldn't help but wince at some of them. "Although the last one was not as exaggerated as I thought it was, and finally the most ridiculous of them all if we’re in a relationship." she continued. While I can't help be proud of the underhand compliment and admire how she stated them, she read at a tabloid. However, I can't help be curious about the last one.

"What do you mean by the last one? I'll be pretty sure to recall being in a relationship with the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I have ever see." complimented. I couldn't help but enjoyed the blush appearing on her flawless skin.

"First of all, I'm not that beautiful," she replied upon while rolling her jeweled like eyes as we continue to sway to the music. "Secondly, that the question the press asked me the most literally its what they concisely asked me. And finally, I forget to say thank you for helping me deal with that man at the bar."

"Firstly, you are that beautiful considering I've met a multitude of beautiful women it saying a lot. Secondly, why would the press ask you that question? and finally, it was my deepest pleasure." I responded.

"Well, number 1 is thank you for the compliment. And number 2 is that this is the first event I've attended since moving into Gotham a month ago."

"Why did you move to Gotham anyway?"

"Work-related and a much-needed change of scenery." she relied upon as the song came to an end. "Thanks for the dance."

"Your welcome..." I trailed off, trying to remember her name. "I'm sorry, but I can't remember your name."

"That's because I never gave it to you," she informed me as she walked away. I watch her leave her hips swaying. 'Damn,' I thought as she disappeared from my view.

"Lauren's point of view."

The event was halfway over, and I was surprisingly enjoying myself, as my phone rang. It was from Alexa. So I went to the balcony and answered it.

"Hey sis, what's up," said Alexa, and I heard some loud music in the background.

"Fine, did you throw a party?" I asked. Wondering if that the reason why she wanted me to go to the event.

"No, of course not, I'm at a friend's party. But don't worry, I will not do anything risky, and it's Molly's party," she reassured me.

"At least I can trust you, Lex, but seriously you could have just asked, and I would have said yes to you going to the party."

"I know, and that's not why I insisted that you going to the event. It's because it's been months since you been in a serious relationship, and I want you to find Mr. Right."

"Lex, you're too sweet for your own good."

"So, did you meet anyone?"

"Well, I did meet Lois and Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne."

"Shut up, tell me your joking."

"Nope, they're really here, Lex. I've just met them."

"Lucky, anyway, go find a guy. I love you".

"We'll see, and I love you too. Bye," I said before I hung up.

"Well, hello there, Beautiful," I heard and turned around to see a man hidden by the shadows.

"Bruce's point of view."

I saw the beautiful woman going to the balcony, 'who is that woman? What's her name? And why is she going there?' I thought. So I decided to follow her and saw her talking to the phone. I was about to leave, then I heard her say. "Lex, you're too sweet for your own good" what a minute Lex as in Lex Luther, then suddenly I heard her say, "Well, I did meet Lois and Clark Kent, and Bruce Wayne." It must be Luther. How do they know each other? "Nope, they're really here, Lex . I've just met them." what are they planning? "We'll see, and I love you too, Lex" Lex Luthor loves someone. I don't believe it. It's time to find my answers.

"Well, hello there beautiful," I said, scaring her, making her turn around to face me.

"Oh my goodness, you startled me," she said.

"My apologies, miss."

"Well, might as well as tell you my name, its Lauren, Lauren Light," said smiling beautifully.

"Pleasure is all mine and Miss Light, please call me Bruce," I said, returning the smile.

"As long as you call me, Lauren."

"Mind me, Lauren, but heard you talk while on the phone, Lex as in Lex Luther."

"Lauren's point of view."

Wait a minute, was he eavesdropping on me, "No, Bruce, that was my sister Alexa, Lex for short," I said with ease, I said," were you eased dropping on me?"

"Bruce's point of view."

That made things more straightforward, then she asked me if I was eased dropping on her, so I said. "Well yes, but only because I was curious about who you were, then I heard you mention the name Lex, so I thought it was Mr. Luther and then the names Clark and Lois Kent and my own. So mind explaining that"

"Oh, my sister is a huge Lois and Clark Kent fan. She loves there work, me too. But anyway, she always wished she met them, so I told her that I met just them, and Lauren, of course, heard of the legendary Bruce Wayne", she explained with ease, although the part with slite sarcasm. Okay, now I feel like an idiot for eavesdropping.

"I apologize for eased dropping on you. To make it up, how about I take you to dinner tomorrow night?" I asked, hoping that I would get to know more about the beautiful woman.

"Apology accepted, Mr. Wayne, but unfortunately, I don't usually mix business with pleasure." making me slightly confused about what business.

"Well, that's a good policy, but I think you're making a mistake here."

"I don't believe so, My Dark Knight, however. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. And please can you tell The Man of Steel congratulations on his anniversary?" she said before she left, leaving me stupified. How in the world did she know? I went to find Clark, who I know wouldn't believe it. As I ventured to him, I can't help but think about the mysterious yet beautiful Lauren Light.

"Lauren's point of view."

As soon as I said my last comment, I left him surprised, but I couldn't blame him. If I found out that someone knew my secret identity, I would be to, plus I informed him that I knew his and Superman's identity. As soon as I went to the exit, I saw my limo, and I entered it and asked the driver to drive me home. I texted Lexa, letting her know that I implied that I know about his secret. As soon as I finished texting her, I arrived at my building. As soon as I entered my penthouse, I quickly went to my room, changed into my nightwear, and went to bed.

Well, I hope you're enjoying the story.