#(besides shattered glass ofc)

[crowbotss]

I always appreciate posts like this gracing the tf tag,,

Starscream deserved better.

The more and more transformer media I consume the more angry I get at the treatment of Starscream. He’s just desperately trying to survive.

OH YEAH BUT MEGATRON, THE ABSOLUTE ASSHAT?? The ABUSER?? He gets a redemption arc!!! Literally fuck OFF.

‘The decepticons are no more bc I now know what it’s like to be oppressed :(’ fuck off. The reason you are the way you are is because you liked the power. He already knew what it was like to be oppressed, because that was THE WHOLE FUCKING PREMISE OF THE WAR!

I haven’t finished the series but I’ve seen enough from previous iterations to know that this bullshit is going to drive me insane. Here’s an idea: stop giving abusers redemption arcs because you think they’re hot. How about we give redemption arcs to the victims (starscream) instead. OR JUST KEEP THEM BOTH EVIL! IDFC! BUT DONT MAKE IT SEEM LIKE STARSCREAM CANT BE REDEEMED AND MEGATRON CAN. Blatant victim blaming.

EDIT:

Fuck you megatron simpers, if you were a decepticon and real etc. he’d fucking abuse you beyond the point of breaking. He’s an abuser. Deal with it.

[luna0713hunter]

hi can you do shanks x reader where he gets jealous when he sees the reader and a crewmate get close? with a fluffy ending please 💞

(i've never requested anything before so sorry if it doesnt make sense)

Author's note : hello darling!how are you doing? Happy Halloween!!!! I love this request so much cause I'm a huge sucker for jealousy fics lmao!!! (And ofc my dear! it's totally alright!feel free to drop by again!)

I want your eyes,only on me

Shanks x reader

Warnings : jealous Shanks,swearing,drinking,some thoughts about insecurities,age gap relationship,maybe slightly suggestive?, sprinkle of angst,and ofc,FLUFF and happy ending

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When the cold liquid slides down Shanks' throat,he wonders if the booze is more bitter or the sight of you.

On normal occasions,or basically on daily basis,the mere sight of you is enough to make his heart swell and a warm smile bloom on his face. But right now,as he watches you laugh and giggle at a joke that the newest member of his crew had just made,the youngest member beside you,he cant help but to wonder if he can drink until he blacks out completely.

Its not the first time he's done that after all.

Shanks downs the last of his drink while throwing his head back,and clenches his teeth from the bitterness that burns his throat,and sets his now empty glass on the table with a loud BANG.

Its honestly a surprise how the glass hadn't shattered yet.

Just as he's about to complain about the lack of whiskey on his table, someone slides right beside him and pours him his comfort drink.

Shanks barely raises his head,already knowing who has come to his rescue.

"planning to black out,Cap?"

"Fuck off, Yasopp."

The red hair pirate's eyebrow twitches when Yasopp lets out his booming laughter. He drinks his entire glass in one go and squeezes his eyes shut.

That was some heavy alcohol. He would surely regret it tomorrow,but for now,its his only salvation.

"what's gotten you in such a good mood,Shanks? I'm actually worried you might overdose if you keep going like that."

Shanks doesnt turn his head away from you,but slides his empty glass toward Yasopp, silently asking for more.

His new member of the crew smiles gently at your giggling form,and offers you a sweet drink while whispering something in your ear.

Shanks feels his single arm shake as he raises the glass to his oddly dry lips and this time,takes a single sip.

He wonders when he's became so weak and soft.

But he always liked you as his only weakness. He loved to be soft for you.

"he's so young. It doesnt help that he's good kid too."

"hold on," Yasopp raises his eyebrow and drinks his own drink;his expression turning confused slightly as he eyes Shanks,you,and then his new crewmate, "are you talking about the new kid?"

"perhaps."

"what about him?"

"dont tell me you havent seen him flirting with y/n all night long. Just look how close they are." He lets out a bitter laugh,and tries to wet his lips with his even more bitter tongue. The taste disgusts him.

"they're almost the same age. I wouldn't be surprised if y/n left for him."

When Yasopp pulls the glass out of his hand,he swears he's ready to raise hell.

"ok, that's enough booze for you."

"are you asking for a fight?you know i can kick your ass,drunk or not."

Yasopp shakes his head and puts the glass far away from his reach. Shanks groans and throws his head back.

"i get that you think he's interested in y/n. But you're obviously way too drunk if you think he has such a power."

"huh?"

"to steal y/n from you,you idiot."

"i swear I'm gonna kick your as-"

"hey,are you overdoing it again?"

And if Shanks still had his glass with him,he would've smashed it on Yasopp's smug face when he heard your voice.

"actually,he is. Would you mind looking after him?"

He groans and throws his arm over his eyes, wondering if he could ask someone to help him get to the ship.

He assumes your answer was positive;since suddenly he can feel your warmth right by his side and a heavy silence falling over the both you.

And when you reach out to brush his bangs out of his face,he turns his head slightly.

"already done with your new friend?"

He watches from the corner of his eyes how your pretty lips pull down,and a small frown settles on your beautiful face.

Gods, he's such an idiot.

But he cant help it. He cant help the bitter and ugly feeling rising in his chest when he sees you talking to someone younger than him. Someone better,more handsome. Someone more close to your age. Someone he's sure you'll be more happy and comfortable with. And he swears he trusts you with all his heart,but he cant blame you if some day you up and left;when one day that actually happens.

He wouldn't stay for him too.

"Shanks, what're you talking about?"

"its nothing," he swallows and he blames it on his alcohol consumed mind, "you should go and have fun. Dont mind me."

And he expects you to do as he says. He expects you to stump away from him;to never look back and finally realizing that you're far more happy without him.

But gods above, he's such a fool.

Instead of hearing you walk away,he feels your warm, gentle hands prying his arm away from his face. With one hand,you caress the back of his rough one,and with the other,you trace his stumbles.

"Babe," your voice is so soft,that it has him swallowing around the lump in his throat, "talk to me,please?"

And how can he ever say no to you?

"i saw...how you enjoyed spending time with the new kid," he clears his throat and closes his eyes when you caress his scarred face, "i dont blame you. No one does. He's a good kid; brilliant, handsome,younger than me-"

"Ok,hold on a sec," you suddenly interrupt him;your voice bewildered as you watch him open his eyes and staring at you questioningly, "you think I'm going to leave you for him, because he's younger than you?"

Shanks blinks.

"yes?"

When you huff,Shanks opens his mouth to defend himself but you beat him to it. You rest the palm of your hands on his cheeks and pull his face closer;making sure to whisper each word against his lips.

"I thought you knew,how much i love our age gap,Cap."

Shanks' eyes draw to your lips,and when you whisper your next words teasingly,he swears he becomes drunk on your breath alone.

"i wouldn't leave you for the world;not even for the One Piece. Never forget that,Daddy."

And at that,Shanks dives for your lips.

The kiss is hungry, unlike any other kiss the two of you had shared in public. Shanks' lips taste like whiskey,a drink you've never liked,but you dont complain about it.

Just having your captain in your arms is more than enough for you.

When the kiss becomes more inappropriate for public eyes,you push slightly at Shanks' chest and giggle when you see him pout.

The red hair captain,one of the most powerful pirates in the seven seas, pouting because you refuse to kiss him more in public.

"babe, we're in public. Save that for when we get to the ship,alright?"

Shanks' groans,and to your surprise, suddenly lays down until his head is in your lap. You thread your fingers through his red locks,and giggle when he nuzzles in you further.

"dont get close to that kid,or I'm throwing him off the ship."

"for your information,he was telling me how much of a great couple you and i make,and that he looks up to you so much."

"..."

You laugh loudly and Shanks' buries his head more in your lap.

"no more word about this. You have to take care of me tomorrow too."

"i always take care of your hangovers,you big baby."

And when you press your lips to his forehead, Shanks seems to finally calm down.

"i love you."

And Shanks know it's a promise you'll never break,not in a billion years.

Not even when you're offered the One Piece on a golden plate.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Helloo! I was wondering if you would make a pregnant reader with hyunsu! Since you’ve done some breeding fics (which I love) if you can ofc. Hope you have a good day or night!

Cha Hyun Su x Pregnant fem!Reader (part 4 of the small imagine I made)

Genre: Slight romance

Warning: None

Small summary : it’s been a few weeks since the last time you and Hyun su had sex , you the start to feel sick in the mornings , not really thinking much of it as you pass it as a small flu … 3 months later and you started to notice your stomach has a small bump

It’s been three months since you were last sexually intimate with Cha Hyun Su … but it’s been a month since you started to think you might be pregnant , you tried everything in you to think it was no way… but the more you thought the more you realized you didn’t use protection

Getting out of the small full sized bed you shared with Hyun su , as you decided to head to a small pharmacy, that was only a block or two away from the small house you were now living in , grabbing your mask off the nightstand besides the bed as you head out of the bed room , down the small hall towers the front entrance

Sliding your feet in your shoes that were sitting by the entrance, it was normally blocked off with the dresser that we kept by the door , but since Hyun Su and Ah-yo were both gone you left the dresser against the wall

Once your shoes were on turning as you grab your bag off the top of the dresser along with your book bag you kept by the door for when you made small runs

‘I got to get back quick, since I don’t know when Hyun su or Ah-yo will be back’ you thought as you quickly walk towards the front door , slowly twisting to door knob as you pull the door open , slowly peeking your head out the front door as you look to your left then to your right

Seeing that the coast was clear as you hurriedly step outside , quietly closing the door behind you as you turn left quietly but carefully walking down the streets of grumble

Softly biting down on the corner of your bottom lip as you become slightly nervous , eyes scanning your surroundings as you started to come to the corner for the block , or what was left of it

Peeking your head around the corner , looking both left and right , seeing no sign of any monster a you let out a small shaky breathe , slowly continuing straight as you got closer to the pharmacy

As you walk past a few abandoned stores , stepping across a dead body , covering your mouth with your left hand as your right hand kept a hold of you metal bat

As you feel your morning breakfast slowly creeping up your throat , turning as you lean against the nearest building , your right hand still holding in to your bat as your left hand hold on to the building keeping your balance as you vomit up anything you had

Using your sweater sleeve to wipe around your mouth , standing straight as you sit the bat down against the building as you take off you sweater, throwing it on the ground as you let out a annoyed groan , picking up your bat as you walk for the pharmacy which was luckily beside the building you vomited next to

Coming to a complete stop as you look inside the pharmacy, seeing that the glass door was shattered allowing any one or any thing to come in and out when they pleased

Once you knew the coast was clear , carefully easing your foot as you step over the door frame onto the shattered glass as it make a small but loud crunch sound as you full step inside , holding your bat tightly ready to hit anything if needed

Walking through the broken metal detectors , as you quickly head for the isles , making sure to keep a eye on your surroundings

Stepping in to the first isle closest to you as you look through the half empty shelves, seeing that you weren’t the feminine section , placing your bat against the shelf as you take your pin bag off your back , sliding open your zipper to the book bag

Grabbing the last three bottles of shampoo, two bottles of body wash , conditioner, the last remaining pack of deodorant, and the last bottle of lotion

Zipping your book bag half way as you place it back on your back , grabbing your metal bat as you head out of the isle waking down isles as you stopped at the isle that was labeled ‘household’

Walking into the isle as you grab the last three dry towels and wash towels, placing down your bag again against the shelves as you take off you book bag unzipping it all the way as you take the dry towels and wash towels placing them in you back pack, ‘seems I’m a bit lucky today’ you thought as you zip the back pack half way again , picking up your bat as you head to the food section

Seeing that there wasn’t really any food left as you grab the last two cans taking off one strap to the bag as you place them inside , zipping it closed as you put the strap back on your shoulder

Heading for the pregnancy/baby section as you notice the shelves were still full , walking towards the pregnancy test as you scan through the different brands, grabbing three of a random brand from the top and middle shelf , opening the pack as you take them out , putting them inside your pocket throwing the empty boxes on the ground as you head out of the isle back for the entrance ,once you were outside you quickly head back home

Quickly opening the front door as you step inside the small house , closing the door behind you as you place your bat near the entrance, taking off your shoes as you noticed Hyun su or Ah-yi weren’t home yet , but you had a feeling they were heading home since it was starting to get a bit dark out

Once your shoes were off you quickly head done the hall making a right as you open the small bathroom door , closing the door behind you as you head for the toilet quickly pulling down your shorts and panties , taking a seat as you take the test out of your pockets

Making sure to pee on each test , placing them on the counter as you quickly clean your self flushing the toilet once you were done as you waited a few minutes the test , slowly pacing back and forth slightly scared that they would be positive

Don’t get it wrong , you would be over joyed to have a baby with Hyun su .. but not like this , you would have to go every day worrying about your baby , on top of it all you don’t even know if the baby would be human or not

Letting out a soft sigh as you start to worry a bit thinking or all the pros and cons of the whole situation

After a few more minutes of waiting you slowly look at each test , breathe getting caught in your throat as your eyes become wide , placing a hand on your chest as you felt like you couldn’t breathe

There each test showed the same results, Positive, you were pregnant without a doubt as your eyes start to water a bit , hand covering your mouth to hold in your soft sobs

‘What if I’m a bad mother’

‘Would my baby even like me’

‘Will my baby be okay’

‘What if I can’t protect my baby’

There was now a million questions running through your mind as your fears start to slowly build, the only thing you knew would come out of this is the Hyun su would be happy to know his going to be a dad , and that brought you a bit of happiness

As you were so deep into your thoughts you didn’t know the bathroom door slowly opened, as Hyun su looks at you with worry noticing as hot tears run down you face

“B-Babe” Hyun Su says softly causing you to slowly turn to him , tears still streaming down you face as you give him a soft smile

“What wrong” Hyun su says as he slowly walks toward you stoping only a few centimeters away as his eyes start to scan over you stopping once they landed on your hands

Looking down at your hands as you forgot that you had one of the test in your had while the other two were still on the counter , watching as his hand reaches and takes the eyes from your hands , staring at the test not saying a word

Turing to face him as you start to become nervous , it’s been 5 minutes now and Hyun su still hasn’t responded, after a few seconds his head slowly raises, eyes now shining a bright blue as he stares you in your eyes

“Your pregnant.. aren’t you” Hyun su says voice now deeper then it was before as he stares you in you eyes , slowly nodding your head as ‘yes’ as he also key gives you a wide smile , picking you up in a quick motion as he lets out a scream of joy causing Ah-yo to quickly rush toward the bathroom , mittens now off her hands ready to attack any one that would harm the people she cared for , quickly calming down once she see a happy Hyun Su and slightly nervous but happy Reader , placing her mittens back on her hands as she watches you both

“What’s going on” Ah-yo says now looking between both you and Hyun su who wouldn’t release you from a tight hug

“I’m going to be dad” Hyun su says looking at Ah-yo with a huge smile

“Wait.. I’m.. going to have a …sibling” Ah-yi says slowly complete in shock as she processes it a bit more before running to both you and Hyun su with a huge smile , slight tears running down her face

“Thank you so much” Ah-yi says not letting go

“I love you Hyun su” you say now hugging Hyun su and Ah-yi

“And We love both you , Ah-yo and our unborn child” Hyun su says looking at you through the mirror as you look at Hyun su seeing that his eyes were now normal again

[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love?

Chapter 7

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

The morning bells outside the door woke Love in a jump. She didn’t remember much after leaving the Dreaming. The weight of her husband’s return, the changes and his new behavior overwhelmed her to a point of exhaustion. She didn’t want to get ready for the day, shoving her face back into the soft silk pillowcase, starting to fall asleep again, when the sleigh bells once again rang, followed by Elijah and the handmaids entering her room. Love put the covers over her head, as she ignored a few mumbles of ‘good morning my queen’. They abruptly opened the curtains, going with their usual routine, filling the bedroom with intense sunlight. Love turned to her side, dropping something on the floor, it didn’t shatter, but it was clearly made of glass. Love should’ve immediately looked for what she dropped, but her eyelids were heavy, and her head was spinning.

Elijah silently and quickly moved standing besides his queen, before the maids could see it. Not that they seemed interested in anything other than their work. Kneeling beside the bed and hiding a wine bottle from the Garden's royal winery, under his uniform, whispering "A single glass last night, nothing to worry about.” She knew he was lying, her headache and photophobia were clear signs of strong hangover. One or two glasses would’ve made her at ease, a full bottle usually made her pass out. Similar to what she was experiencing.

The last time she indulged in alcohol was before Morpheus' imprisonment, after a family reunion in Lord Destiny's realm. Fuel to an escalated argument that ended with her banning from the Dreaming.

The night before, the Cupid and the Emissary witnessed the Queen’s return. She went straight to the winery. It was a habit Love developed after decades of marriage. She either came back in tears, or if no one was around, looking for a bottle of something to numb her pain. Usually the cupid would go straight to her aid, letting her rant about the king, sometimes it made sense, sometimes it didn’t. Uselessly trying to explain, and although the cupid pretended to understand and stroked her curls whispering comforting words, until she was in a deep dreamless sleep, the truth was she felt much more than she could ever speak.

the Emissary didn’t let him go to the Queen this time, telling that she needed time alone. Elijah may be her longest loyalist companion, but the Emissary was a better observant than him.

The Queen was not in need of companionship. She needed time to soak in all the earlier events, to get a hold of herself, or to just not have to keep a posture, or care for her subjects feelings, and that included Elijah, however he liked or not. No matter how much he looked after his Queen's needs, it's forever her duty to be responsible for him. And Love always felt guilty of laying the pains of her failed marriage into the loyal cupid. It wasn't his responsibility to make her feel better. The Emissary knew that the cupid's presence would only burden her.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think we will be able to have a lazy morning. There are-” Love sat in the bed, clearing her eyes, many stimuli all together, making a tight knot in her stomach. Did she eat, yesterday? Why was Elijah talking this fast? Was he even speaking coherently? “Arrangements. Yes. Can we-” Elijah reached for a small bottle in her bedside table with an amber liquor. After spending the night with the king, very often, Love would awake in pain in her lower stomach, between her legs, nothing unbearable, but not very comfortable. Results of a consensual but unpleasant coupling. She was very discreet, feeling ashamed by it, after all, as queen of love, she was the queen of eros, carnal love. She was supposed to be feeling wholesome after a night with her husband, not in pain and humiliation.

The Emissary was the first to notice the coincidences of ‘date night’ as he started to call, and seeing the Queen (when she thought no one was looking) pressing her hand against her lower stomach. Desire’s creatures were not fond of helping or giving a helping hand, they were usually selfish as their creator. The Emissary was proudly selfish as any other golden-eye creation, but millennials away from Desire, may have made him a bit soft (Although he would forever deny it) and empathic.

Contrary to his selfish nature, the Emissary offered Elijah to take to the Queen a medicine of his own preparation. As a cupid, Elijah was beyond empathic, he could see one’s true intentions in an instant, it was almost impossible to deceive him. Elijah could sense and feel his queen’s discomfort, but poor cupid was not trained nor have the abilities to remedy those.

After all, cupids were only made to make matches, create a bit of chaos in love triangles and accompany newly wed mortals that were the result of their schemes. The Emissary, on the other hand, was perceptive of the matters of the flesh, especially those related to lust and carnal desires, he knew the delightfulness and the unpleasantness of it, and had a better experience in broken marriages than cupids ever could.

The Queen felt much better and relieved after taking it, and ordered to always have a bottle of the amber liquid beside her bed. Elijah hated looking at the bottle, as it was proof of her suffering, but the Emissary advised Elijah to not indulge in imagining what goes on in private meetings of failing marriages. ‘If you think too much about it, you might commit treason, lover of mine.’

Eoster delicately shoved his hand away “No need for it, Elijah." He looked at her, confused, but abided, putting it down. She reached for his hand before he could stride away. " Could we please shut the curtains?” As Love spoke, barely opening her eyes, Elijah gave the order to the maids.

The rest of the day went by without much change. The court was still deciding who would accompany the Queen to the Dreaming and who would remain. Eoster explained the differences between the Garden and the Dreaming. It lack of social agenda, a formal court or established etiquette protocols. There wasn't a 'Fashion of the Dreaming' or daily concertos, courtroom balls, and poetry reading.

"Pardon me, my lady, but what does the King expect from us, then?" Love bit her bottom lip. She didn’t inform them that he didn’t expect anything. They were part of a bluff that their queen thought it wouldn't work. " Well, I believe since there is a lack of social protocols, my lord husband expects us to provide it to the Dreaming. We believe, as your Queen and King, that you will be perfectly able to install a proper social agenda to your sister-realm" It was a no-answer and a lie. Morpheus hated social agendas.

She couldn’t wait to deal with his broody mood, after seeing the calendars full of events that required his presence.

The next hours went by slowly, Love was distracted. All afternoon, she kept waiting for a call. It wasn’t usual for him to go silent after a fight. Well, he would go silent, but would make sure that Love endured being in his company while ignoring her. Or worse, make her do meaningless tasks, just to remember her place, a meaningless position.

Could she consider last night a fight? She basically left before they could start any arguments, and even when furiously walking through her husband’s palace hallways, trying to get as far from him as possible before returning to the Garden, he didn’t make any attempt to follow her, scream her name, demanding her stay. He just let her walk away. Thinking about it, didn’t aid the queen in calming her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time her husband occupied so much of her thoughts.

After finishing the afternoon duties, Love walked to Elijah’s study to dictate a letter to Lucienne, about accommodations and such for her court. A poor excuse to get a sense of the whereabouts and frame of mind of her husband. As she raises her hand to knock on his door, it opened with Lucienne looking pale and confused ”My Queen!” She bowed quickly after realizing who was in front of her. The brunette took a look over her shoulder seeing Elijah “Blessing from the Garden, Lucienne. I must say, I did not expect you today. Did something-” She was cut by the woman who was out of her breath. Lucienne was the image of poise and professionalism, to interrupt her Queen, something must be really distressing her. “It’s Lord Morpheus. He is-” Elijah finished for her, making his way to the door, pushing the librarian aside and inviting Lady Eoster inside, offering her a seat.

The paleness of the woman and the way the cupid walked around the room seeming unusually agitated put Love unease “He is in Morningstar’s Hell, he went there to retrieve his helmet, he-” This time, Love interrupts him, raising her hand, a small movement of her head indicating the open door behind them. Elijah was quick to close it.

They could be strained to each other, but any topics of conversation about Dream’s problems or realm’s affairs, the few Eoster got to know, she kept private. She trusted all her cupids for she knew the truth in their hearts, but they were still cupids. And cupids have friends scattered through a variety of realms. They are charming, charismatic and very talented conversationalists which means that any gossip, especially about an Endless, is a hot topic of conversation, one that could put any of them in the center of the attention. And cupids love attention.

Depending on which friend they tell, and who is acquaintance to that friend, it can lead, in best case scenario, to a simple misunderstanding, in worst case scenario, imprisonment, punities and death.

And Morpheus in Lucifer’s Hell? Love could feel the headache, from earlier, returning.

“Morningstar’s Hell? Was he invited there? Lucifer found his helmet and is returning it in good faith?” Immediately as the door clicked, Love said it, reaching for the tiny flimsy hope that her husband didn’t do anything stupid. Lucienne and Elijah looked at each other. “ Not exactly, he went there un-” The Queen walked to the window. Understanding where their concern came from. “Uninvited. And what does he plan on doing when getting there? Asking politely?!” She bitterly laughed, slapping her hand against the wood frame of the window, “What was he thinking?!” Everyone in the room felt shivers running through their spines hearing her voice growing in anger. Elijah rarely, to not say never, saw his Queen like this.

Didn’t Morpheus stop to think about this plan for a single instant? As one of the Endless, her husband not only outranked Lucifer but he is stronger than the angel. Usually. Before being kept by a mortal for a hundred of years. In his current conditions and in the demon's realm? It was a witless move.

“He is playing the game.” The Emissary said coming from the adjacent room with a golden tray and three white cups with hand-painted flowers decorating them. Some demon he knew from before creating roots in the Garden, sent him the word about the King of Dreams challenging Morningstar. Desire would jump in excitement with it, and the Emissary job was to first deliver a message to his creator. So he did. that was why, he was in Elijah’s study. finishing his letter. It wasn’t a secret that the Emissary had to inform Desire of the Endless, Elijah understood it. It was his job. The only reason Desire let him stay.

The cupid’s lover was preparing a hot tea since Dream’s librarian arrived. The golden eyed man was quick in offering to make tea. He didn’t bother Lucienne, he indulged in annoying her like he would do to any other dream creature. But her apprehension, and Elijah pacing in circles was getting on his nerves. He only appeared again, when he heard the Queen’s voice. She was the one that needed his information.

The Emissary might report everything to Desire, but his creator never said anything about not reporting to Eoster as well.

As The Emissary handed the Queen her cup, he bowed, hesitating for a second before saying “The oldest game”. Elijah was the only one who noticed, the Emissary never hesitated. He preferred to say sorry (Although he never did) than to think before doing anything. Elijah loved and hated it, depending on his mood. But hesitation was not a good sign. “Queen Eoster, if I may, the demons are quite…Euphoric with the game.” The Emissary had a vast net of informants, specially in realms considered inhospitable and unwelcome to the lovefolk, such as Hell.

From what he heard, every single demon already considered Lucifer victorious. He couldn’t say that. He chose his words carefully. Demons don’t get excited unless they know they are winning. Love knew that. Everyone knew that, and as they exchanged knowing looks. “ Thank you, Emissary. You should stay, send a dove as soon as the game ends and the winner is declared.” The Queen turned to the right hands `` Both of you, we need to go to the Dreaming. Now.”

@secretdreamlandmentality @littlemoistcarrot @lokigirlszendaya

[doshi-sukiru]

Do you have any more random headcanons for TFOne Shattered Glass? Like, maybe about how Megatronus Prime interacts with Megatron via their shared TCog (I LOVE THAT btw!!!) or if the decepticons are fighting off the Autobots and the Quintessons, or just one of them? Also, I remember Megatronus Prime used a spear, does Megatron use that as well, or does he stick to his canon?

(Also your sg designs are so pretty, especially Megatron, I love the detail about the purple sheen to his armor!)

I hope you are having a wonderful day!

Ofc I do! I have quite a few made with @angstychilz!

Headcannons!

Some other ships apart from megop that exist in this au: Blitzbee, Jazzprowl, and Skystar

The high guard are all connected through a major com, which Soundwave uses in the morning to blast some old school Cybertronian beats to help the bots wake up early and to get his own morale up. The first time Megatron wakes up from it, it scares the fuck out of him. He might have accidently punched Starscream out of adrenaline when the other mech woke up beside him confused-

Megatron can never predict when Megatronus's spark speaks to him. It's a hit-or-miss situation on his side. He sometimes gets found by the other Decepticons talking and, sometimes, yelling to himself in anger, and it confuses everyone.

Megatronus will occasionally watch from afar Megatron suffering, and sometimes laughs at him for his minor mistakes, which only encourages more yelling from Megatron.

Similar to Megatron's TCog, the other TCogs and the matrix also act similar! So Solus Prime would talk to Elita and Onyx Prime would talk to B-127 (I don't remember exactly what cogs they were given tbh-). The matrix acts as a hub spot, where all the Primes gather and discuss with each other and Optimus. Note: none of the primes know that Megatronus can communicate with Megatron, and assume his cog was lost to the pit. Optimus does not know about this either.

The Decepticons don't fight the Quintessons often. If they show up near their location they'll fight, but otherwise keep to themselves. Same as the Autobots after Megatron saw how ruthless they would be against the Decepticons.

Megatronus's spear isn't used by Megatron. With Megatronus's help he'd find it with the other Primes corpses, have it repaired with Shockwave's help and even alter it to become more easier to carry, since the spear is both heavier and bigger than Megs. He only sees it as a backup, and keeps it transformed as a small pocket-sized tube to keep at his side. He prefers to be at a distance from the battlefield to strategize better.

Sentinel's frame was smelted and forced into a grisly statue laying at the feet of a statue of Optimus Prime, and it placed in the central area of Iacon. It's meant to acknowledge the sol that the "true Prime" reclaimed Iacon, as well as a morbid message to any rebellious bots who might try to go against him what the consequences may be.

Any mech or femme who tries to leave Iacon to join the Decepticons in secret have to escape Jazz and Prowl. Live or die, it matters not. Regardless of the outcome, your existence in Iacon will cease to exist. You will be considered a 'missing mech' or considered an enemy to the peace Optimus brought. So far, only Blitzwing has actually managed to escape them with some injuries, and that was with Bee's help.

Optimus knows how his words can get any mech to follow him if he says the right ones. This is how he keeps the people of Iacon under his whim, and focuses on the people's needs often to keep up the image. Remember, his original dream was that all were treated equal. And he is going to fulfill it as a Prime, and make sure all bots are treated equally. Under him, where they belong.

Optimus still cares about Megatron, but in a possessive way. To him, he only sees his D-16 reframed and misguided by the Seeker Starscream's words, and kept hidden by the high guard. He regrets banishing his old companion, and will go on secret missions while leaving Elita in temporary control to seek out the Decepticons location to steal Megatron and force him to follow their ways, just as D-16 would do back then.

Addition to that hc^- He keeps a bust of D-16 in his private room (don't ask how he got it or who made it, they died after making it) and often talks to the bust like it was D-16, which confuses the other Primes at times, and Megatronus often questions what Megatron actually sees in him.

Megatron sees how many of the Decepticons need repairs, and figures out that the cyberdeer are very useful for scrap. He understands the idea of overhunting, and instead creates an area for them to specifically live within the hidden location of the Decepticons. He keeps a few in farther locations around the location to act as signals, and had Soundwave take care of the ones farther away, since he knows how much the mech enjoys the creatures

Addition to that^- Shockwave keeps Soundwave away when they are needed for scraps and actively lie to him that they freed them elsewhere to prevent him from crying. When Thundercracker told him the truth he didn't leave his berth for a good cyber-week before Rumble and Frenzy convinced him to. He forever holds it against them whenever he has the chance.

This is based off of this hc (angsty and I had a whole convo about this-) - to summarize, it was fate that D-16 died, if only to push Orion to become the Prime he was meant to be and continue Primus's Legacy, but the return of Megatron causes a shift in this 'fate,' and while Primus himself can't actually try to have him killed, but implement that mindset to some of the Autobots to keep fate balanced, and to ensure Optimus stays on the path he was given as Prime instead of wanting Megatron.

Bee's descent to becoming Goldbug isn't a pretty one. Optimus gave him 3 strikes, and he lost every one when it came to helping Megatron escape Optimus and helping Blitzwing despite his orders.

Elita acts 100% like Starscream when Optimus doesn't return within a sol. When Optimus returns she acts like she was just keeping things under control for him. Optimus knows, but he doesn't mind, since not much changes, and she only acts like this in his absence.

Skyfire was a Decepticon, and had left with the high guard in the beginning, before eventually leaving and becoming an Autobot to protect his and Starscream's sparkling because they would have a better future in Iacon than on the surface

SOME NFSW HCS!!

Optimus is a top, and Megs is a bottom. Optimus has a silver tongue, and always convinces Megs whenever in private.

They did have a moment when they were alone after the factions were made, and after Megs begged Optimus to show him that Orion was still inside there, they did it.

Megatronus was the first to notice Megatron was carrying Optimus's sparkling in him after a cyber-week or so from that night.

The Decepticons get extremely protective for Megatron after finding out he was sparked, and Optimus was the sire. Starscream and Soundwave always make sure he's kept comfortable and safe and hidden from both the Autobots and quints.

The moment Optimus learns that Megs is sparked, he gets more ruthless in battle, and will tear apart any mech who fails to find Megs by now.

Any other questions can go to my inbox!

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strawberry wine - joel miller x ofc!liv stone/fem!reader

during - part eleven

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you get the short end of the stick, but it’s worth it.

a/n: okayyyyyyyyy shit’s getting heavy, folks, but things are chaaaaaaanging. hope you’re ready 😈

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warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, a lot of angst, a lot conversation, canon-typical violence and injuries (heavy on both), drinking, Joel has more feelings, I love Tess.

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Tess likes to talk. You don’t mind; it makes the walk back much faster, and the QZ is within sight much sooner with the easy conversation between you. 

She talks about how she found Joel and Tommy, how they’d been stuck together ever since Kentucky. She mentions her husband, Nate, and you offer your sympathy — which she brushes off — and tell her about Dean.

“With a baseball bat?” she repeats, an almost incredulous look on her face. “That baseball bat?”

“Yep,” you laugh, hefting the thing in your hand. “Kept me alive this long. All those years of softball finally paid off.”

Tess tells you what she was starting to build in Baltimore, and you can’t help but grin. The two of you are more similar than you thought. You return her stories in kind, details of your own ventures. “There are lots of ways in and out of the Boston QZ,” you tell her, “you just have to know where to look.”

You don’t ask about her and Joel, and she doesn’t offer the information. He hangs back the entire time, a good twenty feet behind you, rifle slung over his shoulder. You chance a glance back once or twice, mostly making sure he’s still there, and his hard gaze makes you freeze every time.

This definitely isn’t the reunion you’d imagined. Honestly, you’re not quite sure what you had envisioned, but this sure as hell ain’t it. Fuck, why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

You lead them through as quietly as possible, using a spot on the wall where the bricks have been cracked, leaving footholds behind for those who know to look for them. You send Tess up first, then Joel, and he waits at the top, grabs you by the arm and hauls you up the last foot. You open your mouth to say thank you, but he’s already released you, turned away yet again.

All right, so this is how it’s going to be.

Through the top level of the building, down the ladder into the alley. You stash your bat and your bag in the same place, tell Tess and Joel to leave their guns there, too. Joel’s reluctant, but Tess smacks his shoulder and he does as you say, that hard look on his face the entire time. 

Your boots splash in the same puddle they had last night. Tess is close behind you as you head out of the alley and skirt down the next building. A few more alleyways, heads ducked, avoiding soldiers and civilians alike, and you head down another alleyway, waiting for the coast to clear before shoving a dumpster aside, revealing a hole in the bricks that leads inside the empty warehouse.

“How did you—” Joel starts to ask, but cuts himself off.

You hold your arm out, gesturing him inside. “Quickly.”

The opposite end of the warehouse faces the gate almost directly. The windows on the lower level are covered with newspaper, shattered in some places, and you peer through one of the missing panes. Beside the main gate, there’s an office, of sorts. Where they take any survivors that make it to the gate, test them, either put them in the system or put a bullet in their heads.

“Wait here.” You prop open the window, slide through the gap and pop back up the other side. No one pays you any mind as you head towards the office, leaning up on your toes to peer through the little window in the door. Nick’s standing inside, staring at one of the old computer screens, and when you tap on the glass, he nods.

You turn back, waving at Tess. “C’mon.” They’re quick about it, and you push the door open once they’re close, following them both inside. Nick stares at Joel for a moment, meets your eyes over his shoulder. You try to school your face neutral, but you can’t tell if you get away with it or not.

“In there,” Nick says, the words blunt, and points down the hallway, to one of the smaller rooms. The office used to be a doctor’s office, you think; one main lobby, a bunch of smaller exam rooms down the hall. Joel and Tess do as he says, and you start to follow behind, but feel Nick’s hand on your shoulder. It makes you pause, and you look at him, turning beneath his hand.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” he asks, his voice low. “Joel.”

You repeat yourself to him a third time. “Does it matter?”

Nick’s brow creases. “Of course it fucking matters, Liv.”

You shake your head. “Just process them, please? Then you can throw me in lockup and this’ll all be over.”

The look on his face says he doesn’t believe you, but you push his hand off your shoulder, step into the room where Tess is standing, Joel sitting in one of the chairs, elbows on his knees. “This is Corporal Nick Cowan,” you introduce, jutting a thumb over your shoulder. “I trust him. He’ll test you both, put you through the system, and take you back to my place.” Your eyes flick to Joel. “Tommy should still be there.” You turn to look at Nick. “On the off chance he’s not, take them to Deanna’s.”

Nick gives you a curt nod, and you can feel Joel’s stare boring holes in your skull. It’s Tess that finally breaks the silence, concern on her face. “What about you? Why aren’t you taking us?”

“Cuz I’m gonna be in lockup,” you say, and Joel jumps to his feet, but doesn’t reach for you, doesn’t do anything but stare, “for the next two days.” You swallow hard. “There’s enough food at my place for you three, water too. Tommy knows where the whiskey is.” You give a little chuckle, staring down at your boots before lifting your head. There’s something like admiration in Tess’s eyes, whereas Joel is pure fire. You chew the inside of your cheek. “It’s fine, really. All part of the deal.”

“You’ve been in FEDRA lockup before?” Tess asks, crossing her arms.

You nod. “Once or twice. I’ve been caught by a couple other soldiers, but I have dirt on most of them. Makes it easier, but this is all part of the plan.” Your eyes dart to Joel before meeting Tess’s. “It’s fine. It’s worth it.”

Nick grabs your arm then, all business, fingers biting into your elbow. “Let’s go. Now.” His voice is louder, and you lift a brow as he pulls you back through the door. “You two, don’t move, or so help me god, I will throw you both right back through that gate.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Seriously?”

He stares down at you. He’s angry, you realize. “Seriously.”

Nick yanks the door shut, Joel and Tess staring at you as it closes, and he all but pushes you down the hall to the door, out onto the road, towards the building where you’ll be for the next two days. Lockup. “There were other soldiers in there,” he mutters under his breath. “I had to make it somewhat believable.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure.”

+

Since the world ended, Joel will admit he’s gotten quick to judge. First impressions were hell before cordyceps ravaged the planet, but now they’re even worse, if not more important. But Joel’s met one too many terrible people, and he’s learned to be quick on the draw, quicker on his judgement.

He knows almost immediately that he does not care for Corporal Nick Cowan. At all.

Mainly, he doesn’t like the way Cowan was looking at you. He saw the way he stopped you outside the door, the two of you whispering under your breath to each other, an almost defiant look on your face. Are you two…?

He doesn’t finish the thought.

Joel’s mind has been churning from the moment he saw you, standing there in the gas station parking lot, that fucking baseball bat in your hand. Something else had taken over, something like happiness, spilling into the corners of his heart the moment he had you in his arms again. Alive, breathing, whole, right in front of him. He felt whole, for the first time in a long time, holding you like that. It felt…good.

And then you opened your mouth, and it all came crashing down.

He hasn’t forgotten. He can’t forget that night. The gunshots and the blood and the way Sarah had cried. The way he’d felt her go. It haunts his every step, her voice a constant reminder in the back of his mind. He knew he’d have to tell you, if he ever found you again, and in a way, he’s grateful his brother was the one to deliver the news, but the way you’d said it, the broken apology, the tears on your face, it was too much.

It is too much.

Cowan returns not ten minutes after he’d hauled you off, and Joel gets to his feet when the door opens. The soldier gives him a look, but Joel doesn’t flinch. He’s used to this shit; the FEDRA soldiers in Baltimore were the same. “You can sit,” Cowan says, but Joel doesn’t move. Tess sinks into the chair he’d been occupying. There’s a clipboard in the soldier’s hand, and he flips the page over. “Names.”

“Tess Servopoulos.”

“Joel Miller.”

“Date of birth.”

“April 9th, 1969.”

“September 26th, 1967.”

On and on it goes, until the page is full. Cowan doesn’t look at either of them once, and then takes the scanner from his belt. He’s not gentle with it, the hard press of plastic and the following tingle at Joel’s neck making him wince. The scanner turns green both times, and Cowan scoffs.

“Well, there you go.” The soldier sighs. “Boston QZ works about the same as Baltimore. You work for the community, keep it running, earn your ration cards. Liv will tell you where to find assignments, what jobs you’re allowed to take. She’s responsible for you for now, once she’s out. You stay in her place until she comes back, and we go from there.”

“We don’t get our own space?” Tess asks, and Cowan shoots her a look.

“You wait for Liv,” he says tersely, “and we go from there.”

Joel bites his tongue.

He leads them through the QZ quickly, both hands on his rifle. Joel itches for his own gun, stashed in your hideaway, but forces his hands into fists instead. Tess gives him a pointed look. Don’t fuck this up.

It irks his brain that Cowan just knows where your apartment is. Tommy opens the door after the soldier knocks, and pulls Joel into a hug, Tess afterward. “You made it.”

Tommy steps aside to let them in, and when Joel turns back to the door, the Corporal is gone.

Good fuckin’ riddance.

“Much nicer than the shit we had in Baltimore,” Tess comments, shucking her coat off, and Joel huffs a laugh. 

It’s…well, nice isn’t really the word. The flower wallpaper is something else but the place looks lived in, which already makes it better than the plain walls and nondescript shit they had in the Baltimore QZ. There’s a butterfly painted on the window, a bookshelf built into one wall, another little shelf between the two windows with a radio perched on top. The flower paper doesn’t continue along all the walls, giving way to a yellow colour, the lower two feet of the wall painted blue. There’s a big window near the bed, a tall wardrobe beside it, a cracked radiator, the bathroom tucked beside the bedroom.

Tommy makes lunch, some kind of instant mac and cheese that tastes all too familiar to Joel. But washing it down with a glass of whiskey definitely helps. Tess busies herself looking through your bookshelves, combing through the titles. 

“Where did she get all this stuff?” Joel asks. The shelves are filled with books, but there are other things too, little knickknacks and candles and tchotchkes. A little elephant made of jade. Joel picks it up, rubs his fingers over the carved edge.

“If you’d been listening, on the walk back,” Tess quips, an almost sing-song to her voice, “instead of being an asshole, you’d know. She’s been doing the same shit we have. Smuggling. Looting places that have been deserted. And she’s clearly better at it than we are.”

Joel says nothing, his brow lowering as he puts the elephant back on the shelf. There’s a little glass dish on one of the other shelves, filled with rings of all sizes and metals. Wedding rings, he realizes after a moment, engagement rings.

Tess hums. Joel watches as she reaches down, rubs her thumb over the silver band on her finger.

“Who is she, Joel?” Tess asks, and a zap of cold slides down his throat. “To you. Who was she? And don’t try to bullshit me and say nothing.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says, instead of nothing, and walks away from the bookshelf. There are no doors between the different rooms, the living room and kitchen and bedroom one open space with a dividing wall. He walks towards your bed, lets his hand trail over the plaid sheets and blankets and sinks onto the edge, parks himself in front of the window.

He stays there, until the sun sets. 

Two days in lockup, you’d said. You wait for Liv, Cowan had instructed.

Part of him feels like he needs to apologize. He’s going about this wrong, he knows that. But the memory of what he’s lost has risen to the surface of his mind, and made him hurt. Made him all too aware of how broken he is.

With Tess, it doesn’t matter. He cares for her — of course he cares for her — but the line in the sand is clear. It’s stress-relief, comfort, a placeholder for what they’ve lost. Tess lost Nate, and Joel lost you.

And what the fuck did he do to deserve to find you again?

Tess crawls into bed, eventually. She doesn’t say a word to Joel, doesn’t invite him to lay with her. He can hear Tommy snoring on the other side of the thin wall that separates the living room and the bedroom, his brother sprawled on the couch.

He gets to his feet, scrubbing a hand over his face. The wardrobe door creaks as he pulls it open. There’s not much inside, clothing meant more for warmth than anything else, an assortment of sweaters and flannels. He knows he shouldn’t, feels a prickle of guilt up his spine as he drags his hand through the fabric. His fingers catch on something softer than the others, and he pinches blue flannel, striped with white and grey.

You kept his shirt. All this time. Held it close enough to take it with you when you left.

It makes him ache.

Joel wanders into the kitchen, grabs the bottle of whiskey from where it had been left on the worn kitchen table. It’s a mess of coffee cups, pages torn from notebooks, a collage of maps spread beneath everything else. He sees paths marked in red, on the maps, places circled and x’ed out, scribbled notes and times and dates. The kitchen sink is clean, a few plates stacked beside, evidence of Tommy’s cooking still on the stove. The fridge is slightly crooked, from when Tommy had pulled out the whiskey.

He sees it, from the corner of his eye, on the top door of the fridge. Held in place by a magnet shaped like a strawberry.

July 4th 2002

The magnet falls as he pulls the polaroid off, but he catches it before it can hit the ground. The picture is torn at one corner, the edges a little warped, but otherwise intact. He can remember that night. The warm summer air, your head on his shoulder, beer and barbecue in his belly, the awe on Sarah’s face as you all watched the fireworks together. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Joel puts the magnet back on the fridge, but keeps the picture in his hand, sinks into a chair at the table, takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey.

He doesn’t hear Tess until she’s sliding into the chair across from him. He says nothing, another long sip from the bottle as she pulls the polaroid from his grip. She looks at it for a long moment, smoothing her fingers over the edges before handing it back to him.

“Tell me who she is, Joel,” she says again, more of a statement than a question. “Please.”

Joel’s throat bobs. Tess doesn’t often say please.

He blows out a shaky breath. “A ghost,” he says, the corner of his mouth twitching. “To be honest, I’m still not totally convinced she’s really here. That we’re really here.”

Tess grips his free hand, pushes the bottle away. “We are here, Joel. Liv is here.” She squeezes his fingers. “Please, I just wanna make sense of it all.” Tess pauses, leans back a little. “Did you love her?”

Joel just nods, the movement slow as molasses, making his neck ache. “Her parents owned a hardware store, back in Austin. She moved back from Michigan after she finished school, started working in the store, and I met her there. We had one summer, and then she got a job in Boston.”

“You let her go.”

His brow crinkles, and his fingers itch to reach for the bottle, but he doesn’t. “I couldn’t let her stay in Austin just for me, couldn’t let her throw away her future.” He shoves a hand through his hair. He’s still holding the picture. “We spent the rest of the summer together, and then she left. Came back the next summer, and we had another two weeks.” He rubs his thumb over the photograph, the image of you leaned against him. “But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t enough.”

“She broke it off?”

He lays the polaroid on the table, thumb still tracing your outline. “She met someone. Dean. The space was too much, for both of us. I understood. I let her go.”

“And then the world ended.”

Joel reaches for the bottle then, and takes a long swig before sliding it across to Tess. “And then the world ended.”

“So, she’s the reason you wanted to go to Boston.”

He can’t bring himself to look at Tess. “I called her that night, when everything happened. Told her to get out of Boston, that I’d find her. It was never about Boston, exactly, it was just about going East, praying that we might meet in the middle. I looked for her at every QZ, every shelter, every single time I saw a body in the street, I was looking for her.”

“But you found her,” Tess says, her voice low, and Joel forces his eyes to hers. “Joel, she’s alive. She’s right here. Second chances like this…” She trails off, shakes her head. “This kind of stuff doesn’t happen all the time, Miller, not anymore. This is…”

“If you call this a miracle, Tess, I swear to god.”

She scoffs a laugh. “No, not a miracle. But…something. You can’t—”

“I told you who she was,” he cuts her off, that same feeling rising in his throat again. What the fuck did he do to deserve a second chance with you? “Now drop it.”

“Joel—”

“Drop it, Tess.” He shoves his chair back, gets up, heads for the bed.

If she notices him take the polaroid with him, she doesn’t say anything.

+

Stairs are hell.

Every step makes your side scream in pain. The pressure you’ve been holding against your ribs has done little to ease the ache, and even breathing makes it worse. Your mouth tastes like blood, iron and tangy against your teeth, and you know you’re lucky as hell your cheek isn’t broken. Bruised to shit, yes, but not broken.

They were feeling feisty in lockup, worse than you’ve ever had it before. Nick left you with two other soldiers inside, muttering something about disturbing the peace. They processed you, put the charge on your record, and when another soldier came to get you, your stomach sank into your toes.

Angie.

The same soldier who’d been working the pharmacy when you’d gone to get inhalers for Henry. You hadn’t threatened her, not exactly, but you’d made it clear that you could do some damage if she didn’t give you what you wanted. The pharmacy is a no-violence zone; she couldn’t have hit you then even if she wanted to. It would get her in deeper shit than you.

But in lockup? A whole other fucking story.

She grabbed you roughly, all but shoving you through the doorway that led deeper into the building. You don’t think the building was originally like this, all cells and interrogation rooms; FEDRA must have built it themselves. 

You were expecting to get shoved into a cell right off the bat, but instead, she lead you to one of the rooms, pushed you inside and yanked the door shut behind you.

“What are you—”

Your words cut off with the first slap, a hard backhand that made your head snap to the side. You grunted, grabbing the back of a chair inside the room. You had half a mind to grab the thing with both hands and launch it at Angie, but that would only extend your time in lockup.

All you could do was sit there and take it.

Her second backhand made your teeth rattle, pain sparking behind your eyes. You nearly ducked to dodge the next hit, out of instinct, but forced yourself still, tears springing forth as her fist connected with your cheek. Over and over again, you just let her hit you. She hit you hard enough that you stumbled back, tripped over your own feet and the chair behind you and hit the ground. She didn’t waste any time driving her boot into your side, and you just curled inwards, just took it.

You weren’t sure exactly when she left, all you knew was that the blows stopped landing, but the pain didn’t. Two more soldiers came in after, picked you up off the floor, and carried you out of the room. They put you in a cell next, gave you a bottle of water and a blanket. The fabric was mottled with blood when you finally opened your eyes, and your face ached something fierce.

You slept it off, the rest of your time inside. Ate the shitty bread when it was offered, used the water to clean the blood from your face. And then, your forty-eight hours were up, and they let you go.

Part of you expected Nick to be waiting for you outside, but you were happy he wasn’t. You didn’t want to feel like you owed him anything more.

It took ages to get back to your building. Every step outside made pain shoot through your side; you’re pretty convinced at least one of your ribs is broken. And now, fucking stairs.

You almost fall against the doorjamb once you reach your apartment, digging in the pocket of your coat for your keys. You’re fumbling with the lock when the door swings inward, revealing Tess, bright-eyed and wearing one of your t-shirts. “Jesus Christ.”

You actually fall forward then, and Tess catches you, sliding an arm around your waist and dragging you over the threshold. 

“A little help here!” 

Tommy and Joel are both sitting on your couch, and they both jump to their feet the moment they see you. Tommy moves before his brother, and is at your side in an instant, taking some of your weight from Tess. You’re grateful as hell, though the movement makes your side scream in pain. They bring you towards the couch, and from the corner of your swollen eye, you see Joel move out of the way, heading in the direction of your bedroom. You’re in too much pain for it to really sting.

You cry out as they lower you onto the couch. Tommy looks frantic, and Tess disappears for a moment, coming back with a wet cloth. She drags it over your cheek and you whimper.

“She’s messed up,” she says, you assume to Tommy. “They have a clinic here, right? Like in Baltimore.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, “saw it when I first got here. I can go—”

You flail an arm out, your hand landing on Tommy’s leg. “Get Deanna.”

You think he nods — you hope he nods — and you hear the door bang shut a moment later. Tess wipes at your face more; guess you didn’t get as much blood off as you thought.

“Tess,” you call softly, and her eyes snap to yours. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, shut up,” she tells you, her voice almost stern. You want to laugh. “Who did this to you? FEDRA? Cowan?”

“Not Cowan. Pissed off the wrong girl, I guess.” You actually scoff out a laugh, but it makes your ribs sing with pain. “Can’t fight back in lockup.”

Tess’s brow wrinkles. “Good to know it’s the same shit all over in some way, at least.”

You go quiet, for a long moment. Tess holds the cloth against your cheek, and you revel in the cool feeling, letting your eyes flutter shut. The pain throbs with every beat of your heart, every breath you take, but her hands are gentle, almost soft.

“Joel told me,” she says, breaking the silence that’s been filled only with your shaking breaths. “About the two of you, about…before.”

Tears fill behind your closed eyelids, and you feel them slip down your cheeks. “Doesn’t matter now,” you say, trying to shake your head but failing miserably. “He doesn’t…”

“Don’t worry about what he does or doesn’t. He’s a stubborn ass.”

“You two—”

She puts a finger on your lips, shushing you. “I said, don’t worry about it, Liv.” She shakes her head, brow pinched, moving the cloth to dab at the corner of your mouth. “Not right now.”

You hear the door open, and a moment later, Deanna’s face comes into view, hovering over you. “What the hell did you do, girl?”

“Made a deal,” you say, “but it was worth it.”

Through the thin wall, you think you hear Joel sigh, the noise long and deep.

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[sinsmockingbird]

OMG SINS ??? if you are comfortable with it may i know the zoya x sins lore……… 👉👈 only if ur ok with it ofc !!!! i love selfships and i love seeing selfships of my friends !!! it makes me vibrate at a frequency that shatters glass (/pos) frfr 👉👈

I am more than happy to give the lore behind my selfship with Zoya! There is quite a bit, especially when you start mixing in other PTN women, but I can give the main information! Lmk if you want a deeper five btw Sev, because I'm happy to provide.

Me and Zoya's relationship can be summed up in two words; domestic life. Sure, she's the leader of the Legion, but when she's not dealing with the stuff associated with them and is home with me, our life can be seen as your stereotypical American family life.

We have five biological kids (I've always wanted a big family, especially with Zoya). Three girls and two boys, who are all a perfect mix of both of our genes. The older three kids are like Zoya, rambunctious and destructive, while are littest two are like me - more quiet and reserved, at least until you get them to open up. The order from oldest to youngest is our eldest daughter, our twins (a boy and a girl), our son, and then our youngest daughter. Each of them have Zoya wrapped around their finger, but not as much as our youngest who could be seen as the "runt" in a pack of wolves, meaning my girl us extra protective.

Besides our five biological children, we have quite a few more adoptive kids, including Horo, Hecate & Hella, Eve, & Thistle. They might be adopted, but that doesn't mean Zoya and I love them any less. They're our little babies, and I would kill anyone who threatens them just like our other five!!

Some big lore that happened a few months ago is that me and Zoya had to go to couples therapy for a week. The reason why? Rahu.

When Rahu came out (and you guys will understand this when I wrote her for a long time straight on here). All I could think about was that dog to the point I wanted to be with her more than my girl husband!! It was a hard month, to say the least, and we had to send the big scary dog to the Rust for a week while me and Zoya did couple's therapy. Everything worked out, though!! As I'm not as obsessive over Rahu now and me and Zoya came to an agreement about sharing me with her - which is somehow why Rahu is now the family dog.

The kids love their big, scary dog, Rahu! And the twins will periodically bully and pull pranks on the poor girl. But it's okay! She sucks it up and takes it (not because I promised her we'd have a baby together at some point).

[ir-abelas-vhenan]

I'm not an artist but hear me out, your honor, there was another way.

Veilguard spoilers to follow:

We start as ofc that ending option starts, with Morrigan holding out the Mythal statue and it starts misting and Solas is quaking, Lavellan is there ready to be whatever he needs, Rook just wants to take a page out of Solas' book and nap for fifty thousand years and then-the dialogue wheel that Rook always pictures before making any critical choice pops up, and this time there's an option besides trick, fight, or guilt.

"Goad?" Rook murmurs, almost definitely concussed again.

*thunk*

Arrow pierces glass, glass shatters, just about everyone screams because what the fuck are they supposed to do now with the volatile god caving in on himself??

We pan to two sets of feet, one high-heeled, the other in mismatching boots.

"You honestly believe the world is better off with you setting its course?" And oh, Vivienne has waited ten years to hit him back with that one. His eyes widen, his jaw falls, because they would never team up, it couldn't be...

"Too elfy. Could hear the other one lecturing from all the way down." Sera frowns at the shattered remains. "Bet that one would have offered to braid my hair and weep about what once was before offing us for fun." Solas blinks, stares at what remains of the closure he thought he needed before Sera fully takes in the situation for the first time and allows a truly terrifying smile to take over her face. "Hey, Solas..."

We cut to his eyes narrowing, not in a crafy Fen'harel scheming sort of way, but in a very real very grounded "sweet Maker not a-fucking-gain sort of way" that is all spirit of wisdom on guard because there's absolutely no reason for them to be here, no conceivable--

"Pbbbft."

Cut to the epilogue art of the dread wolf eternally chasing a tiny Sera and Vivienne across all of Thedas with a tiny Lavellan road runnering behind. The veil is saved thanks to the burning hate of frenemies and the quick thinking of Rook giving Solas a little pinprick when he drops the dagger to go gloves-off with his mortal enemies.

[sunnyie-eve]

34 | Helpless

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: noncon, rape, void being a creep

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Julia was still at the Stilinski house alone while Noah went to work. To help out a bit she just felt like cleaning the house for Noah since it seems like he never has time. And knowing Stiles she sure he's never did it.

With Stiles, now as Void, he finds Julia cleaning up the kitchen. Quietly he watches her every little move as she was completely unaware of his presence. "I'm not surprised to find you here alone." He speaks up causing her to quickly turn around to face him.

Just by the tone of his voice she knew that it wasn't Stiles, "What do you want with me now?" She asks him.

"Nothing for my gain... but I want you." He slowly walks towards her as she was cornered.

"What?"

"You heard me, doll face. I want you." He puts his hands on each side of her onto the counter really trapping her.

"No," She stares deep into his eyes seeing how dark they were. They weren't ever that way when Stiles looked at her.

He chuckles, "But I can convince you, Julia. To give in. Give into the darkness. You're so much more powerful than you know. You can do so much than just scream. You can use it as a weapon. It can produce so much power and force that it can shatter bulletproof glass, overload electronics, shatter skulls and eardrums, and even create concussive blasts strong enough to throw grown men across a room. Some Banshees possess a form of telepathy."

"Why would I give in?"

"Oh beautiful beautiful, Julia..." He smiles staring into her eyes, "You won't be looked down on by anyone. You would come first and never last. You wouldn't be the pathetic one in anyone's eyes anymore."

"I'm not pathetic and I'm not looked down on. And I'm definitely not last." She stands her ground not showing fear since she wasn't scared of him.

"But you are still by your family and friends. Your parents still favor Lydia more. Your mother didn't care I kidnapped you. Did she notice you were gone? No she didn't, did she. Scott puts up with you even though you turned him down. You were just fun for Isaac while he actually likes Allison. Stiles realized Lydia will never feel the same so he just fucks you instead."

"Fuck you," She growls causing him to smile more.

"Give it to me. Come on, let it out. Scream for me Julia." He leans in towards her ear nibbling it so she lets out a powerful scream that tosses him across the room.

Void chuckles on the floor getting up looking over at her, "You could do better. Protect yourself from me or are you scared you'll hurt Stiles too? He ends up beside her roughly grabbing her shoving her against the wall.

He was right. She was scared of hitting Stiles as well since he was Stiles too. "I'm not giving you what you want. Not again."

He closes the space between them brushing his lips against hers as she whimpers, "How bad does this hurt?" He whispers against her lips as his fingers dig into her hip.

Tears welled up in her eyes as her kept his locked with hers but she blinks them away as her eyes darken, "You're just wasting your time."

Void takes a deep breath in, "Aww, Julia, Julia, Julia. You don't have to say a word because I can see it in your eyes."

Julia heart drops knowing there was no way to beat him. In a blink of an eye, Void's hand goes to her throat gripping it roughly as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. No matter how badly she tries to fight him off he had the advantage.

His lips left a trail of kisses along her jaw, his touch making her skin crawl. Closing her eyes taking in a deep breath she screams making him fly back so she takes off running but he catches her before she could get to the door. He tosses her across the room before pining her down onto the floor.

"You're still too scared to hurt me."

Julia whined when he painfully twisted her wrist, and he shifted on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee. A shameful, disgust settled within Julia when she could feel her panties growing damp with unwanted arousal.

Julia squirmed in his grasp, back arching as she tried to pull away. Fear gripped her throat as she looked up at Stiles. She knew it wasn't him and she wish it was him so this situation could feel different.

Julia tilted her head to watch him begin unzipping his pants and removing them. Again she felt horror and nausea rise inside of her as she saw what was coming.

"Void!" She sobbed pathetically, grabbing at the hand that was clamped around her other wrist and scratching at him. "I'll give in but please not this. I'll use my powers in the way you want."

The feeling of Void's hand trailing beneath her skirt and between her legs set a blaze across her skin. His fingertips ghosted over the edges of her lacy panties, making her shiver.

When Void grabbed them and started tugging them down her legs, Julia couldn't bring herself to snap them shut as he slide her panties off.

Void pulled his boxers off and Julia looked away till a hand clamped on her chin, turning her head forcing her to make eye contact with him. Julia quickly squeeze her eyes shut refusing to look at him.

"Relax Julia, it's okay, I promise. You trust Stiles remember? I'm still him." He tells her as she tensed when she felt him rub his tip up and down her soaked slit, teasing her clit a bit and she squirmed beneath him.

He wordlessly grabbed her wrists, easily pinning them to the floor and using the new position to push himself deeper.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks now as her possessed best friend she had feelings for pinning her  to the floor and slowly forced himself deeper. The pressure between her legs was immense. He bottomed out, the tip of his dick kissing her cervix, and his arms trembled slightly above her as he sucked in a shaky breath.

Julia does everything to remember and imagine the night she and Stiles actually got together. She wanted to zone out so badly that she could hopefully forget what was happening to her at the moment.

"Are you sure about this? Seriously?" Stiles asks to make sure.

"I'm 100% sure, Stiles."

"You really trust me?" He smiles as their eyes lock.

"Of course I trust you."

Void thrusted into her faster, picking up his pace as he finally broke the kiss and allowed her to gasp for air. Julia's trembling legs wrapped around his back as she tried to steady herself and the feel of his length dragging along her walls.

A horrible mixture of emotions flooding her body. He was one of her best friends. She had feelings for him and m she still loved him right now, even as his possessed body violated her in the most violent way imaginable. She felt so confused about how her body's reaction to him forcing himself onto her.

His fingers twitched against her clit, his cock was repeatedly hitting a spot that was making her head swim and vision blur. Each masterful motion of his fingers was building inside of her, pulling her closer to the brink, even though she was trying to fight the inevitable.

"Say my name." Void growled, his pace growing downright punishing. With her eyes still tightly closed she shock her head no. "Look at me and say my name!"

Julia opens her eyes making eye contact with him right away, "Void." She tries to hold in her moans even though she was failing miserably. She was pushed over the edge suddenly, and she closed her eyes and loudly whined as she came around him.

She hated how she m gave him exactly what he wanted, even though her eyes were still squeezed shut as he fucked her through her orgasm.

"You didn't... it just... I don't want to make us awkward. I don't know what I would do if we drifted apart. I'm so much closer to you than to them." She explains wiping her tears away.

"Julia, there's no way we could ever drift apart. Plus, I made the move to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you since you stopped my panic attack at school." He now wipes a tear away so she leaned forward, reconnecting their lips.

-

As Noah and Allison were in the elevator, his phone goes off, "What's that?" She sees the notification on his phone.

"Someone's breaking into my house while Julia is there alone. After Stiles started sleepwalking, I had some security precautions put in. Motion sensors. Cameras." He explains to her.

"Is that is room?" They both see Stiles on his bed waving while Julia was passed out laying next to him with her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold on.

"We need to get to my house quickly." Noah puts his phone away while Allison calls her dad who calls Derek to meet up there.

On the drive Allison could tell Noah was worried as he speed a bit, "He's not going to hurt her. At least we know that." She tells him.

"Do we?" He asks, "He twisted a sword in Scott and that's his best friend." Noah pulls up and they get out as the other two show up.

When they get to Stiles room Julia was still laying there tied up with a blindfold on whimpering now that she was awake thinking who just opened the door was Void. "Julia!" Allison rushes over to her and Julia cries more as she takes the blindfold off her and Noah unties her.

"Where is he?" Chris asks Julia.

"She obviously doesn't know being here." Derek tells him.

"I'm texting Lydia to come get Julia." Allison says as Julia stares into space still in shock from earlier. She wishes her memory could just be wiped.

"Julia, what happened?" Noah asks her causing her eyes to tear up again.

Derek watches her body slightly shake in fear as tears start to fall as she raises her head up a little, "She's terrified from whatever he did to her."

"Did he hurt you?" Allison sits next to her.

Julia still doesn't speak a word so they all go over to Stiles chessboard talking about him and what game he's playing. Lydia arrives in time to get Julia as the others were going to head to Derek's loft.

"She's hasn't spoken a word to us so we don't know what happened to her. Derek said she's terrified." Allison lets Lydia know as Julia sits in the car.

"No idea at all?" Lydia asks.

"I have an idea about what happened. With things I can sense... Honestly, I think things are going to be different whenever we get normal Stiles back." Derek walks over to the two, "She's not going to tell us what happened to her. She doesn't want to relive it." He looks at Julia in the car now still staring into space.

"Well tell me what your idea is. She's my sister damn it!" Lydia crosses her arms.

Derek shakes his head, "You don't want to know. You really don't want to."

"Yes, I do. Tell me Derek." She glares at him so he whispers in into her ear so Allison couldn't hear.

Lydia starts to tear up looking back at Julia in the car, "Okay..." She wipes her tears away, "I'm taking her home to rest and things. We need to get Stiles back as quick as we can." She rushes over to her car to leave.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Three

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

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Part Three – What's His 

Curtis 

I went to the gala with only one thing on my mind.  

Presley 

As people danced and mingled, I stayed in my seat, thinking of her.  The little kitten in my house, taking care of my children.  As the days passed, she avoided me.  I knew it was because of my aloof demeanor.  I wanted to stay away from her.  Presley was everything I didn’t look for but absolutely wanted.  How could I do this to my Anna? Lust after a woman, the nanny caring for Anna’s children, in the house that Anna and I had built? 

I thought back to a few nights before.  I had been sitting in the dark, nursing a scotch in the family room when I heard steps on the stairs.  I looked at my watch and it was nearing midnight.  I got ready to scold one of my children when I saw her.  Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders.  She was in a camisole and sleep pants, slippers on her feet.  She moved quietly to the kitchen.  I could see her grab a glass of milk and a couple of cookies that Adam had made.  She was sure to take a napkin and she turned to face me.  But she couldn’t see me, not in the dark.  No makeup, with the moonlight highlighting her features and she was even more beautiful.   

I wanted her.  

I wanted her innocence, her beauty, her body underneath mine.  

Her heart.  

Ma had said it was ok to move on.  That Anna wouldn’t want me to be sad, alone.  So I made a move. I always felt that tension between us.  The line of attraction that went straight to my cock had always been there but now, it was thousands of strings that wanted to hold on to every inch of her.   

I wanted to care for her, cover her, protect her.  

Love her.  

So, I did it. Watching Adam wink at her that first day set me on edge. The idea of Clint getting her alone pissed me the fuck off.  I wanted her alone.  It was irrational, obviously.  Adam stated he had a girlfriend and a child. Clint was happily married; they don’t want Presley, but the idea that they were friendly enough to be on first name basis made me green with jealousy and seeing red. My suggestion shocked her but her next statement, “why” threw me for a loop and I answered honestly.  

“Because I couldn’t protect her. I can still protect you.” 

Why I said it, I have no idea.  But just the thought of something happening to my Kitten, to my Presley, put my mood in a rage.  

When I came back from the gala, I checked on my children. They slept peacefully, happy in their dreams.  I moved to walk away but then decided to check on Presley.  I opened her door gently and peered in. Presley still had her lamp on, book on her chest, fast asleep.  The innocence, the beauty that sat on her face was devastating. She had no idea that she had the power to shatter me. I moved quietly into the room, took her book and marked her page before setting it on the table.  I kneeled beside the bed to be closer to her.  

“You have no idea what you do to me, kitten.” I brushed my lips over her forehead, flicked off the lamp and closed the door. I would make it my mission to make my intentions known.  She wasn’t Anna, I understood that.  But, for the first time in four years, I slept better knowing that the kitten down the hall was here, safe and sound.  

Dawn broke over the manor.  Even though I only slept a few hours, I felt rejuvenated. The kids were heading to Clint’s house to play with his kids, leaving me alone with Presley. I felt like a fucking teenager, giddy with excitement over the idea of being closer to her.  I needed to remember to go slow.  I had no idea what her experience in life was like. But I would be patient and let her open up to me.  

I sat by the fire, drinking a coffee when Presley came down the stairs.  She was beautiful in a fitted cream-colored knit sweater, jeans and knee-high boots.  She had pulled her hair half up, showcasing those beautiful curls. I took a sip just to wet my mouth; it had gone dry from seeing her look so natural yet so beautiful.  “Good morning, Presley.”  

She was startled for a second.  “Good morning, Mr. Everett.” She kept her eyes down.  

No, I needed to see her eyes.  

“It's Curtis, Presley. You can call me Curtis.”  I stood up. “Did you want some coffee before we leave?” 

“No, thank you. I’m meeting my friend at the coffee shop.” She played with her necklace.  A nervous tick she had that I had picked up on.  I stood in front of her and placed a finger under her chin to lift her head gently.  

“You should hold your head up, Kitten.” I felt a tremble float through her body. She liked it; she liked that I called her Kitten.  I filed that in my brain and kept talking. “I’m not angry, I just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable.”  

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I just need to grab my coat.” I followed her to the entry but grabbed her coat before her.  I held it up to let her slide it on. My fingers grazed her neck and she shivered. Her hair moved and the soft scent of strawberries floated into my face. Fuck, I want to run my nose over her neck, taste the delicate flesh behind her ear, leave my mark for all to see. “You smell nice, Kitten.” I go for it.   

Fuck it, I’m Curtis Everett, I can have whatever I want.  

And I want her. 

I place a feather light kiss on her neck, and she jumps.  “Mr. Everett...” she starts.  

I correct her. “Curtis, Kitten.”  

“Curtis,” fuck, does my name sound good from her lips. She been with us for two weeks and I’ve imagined how my name would sound on her lips. “What are you doing?” 

I took a step back. I didn’t say anything. Fuck, did I blow this? 

“Curtis, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I looked into her beautiful blue-green eyes, and it had a hint of sadness to them. 

“Tell me why Kitten. You’re a beautiful woman. I’ve seen the way you are with my children. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Tell me.”  

She searched my face. What was she looking for? She must have found it because she said, “Because I’m not a safe option. I’m your children’s nanny. You don’t know anything about me.”  

“So let me get to know you.”  

She smiled a little.  “You are a man who never hears no, do you?” 

“Not if that person wants to remain alive, Kitten.” She took an involuntary step back and I panicked. “No, Kitten, I would never hurt you.”   

A phone beeped and Presley looked down at her phone.  “Cat is at the shop.”  

I sighed. “Let’s get you to your friend.”  

On the drive, Presley played with a necklace she had on.  A locket of some kind.  It was her tell; she is nervous. Why wasn’t she a safe option?  The last couple of weeks had seen a change in the manor.  My kids were happy, thriving. When I sat at dinner with them before, it was quiet, sullen.  Like Anna had taken all of the sunlight in their lives. But since Presley arrived, they have been little balls of sunshine. If anything, I needed to keep Presley so my children could continue to smile.  

I pulled up to the café and turned to Presley.  “How long will you be?” 

“Umm, a couple of hours.  Just coffee and maybe a trip to a couple of shops.”  She smiled weakly, as if ashamed. “I can walk back...” 

“No, it's perfectly fine, Kitten.  I’ll be back in three hours?” She nodded and got out.  But before she could close the door, I stopped her.  “Call me, if you need me, Kitten.” A bigger smile caressed her face, and it made my cold, dead heart beat a little faster now.  I watched her walk into the café before I took off. Three hours was plenty of time to make it to Newton and back.  I needed the services of a man that only one other man had access to: Jake Jensen.  

Presley 

I walked into the café, determined not to look back at the fine as fuck man that drove me. I was dizzy from breathing him in while he drove.  He smelled like cedarwood, sex and man. There was just no other way to describe him. When he helped me into my coat, his fingertips grazed my skin and it felt like lighting through my blood.  But I’m pretty sure I died for a second when he kissed my neck. His lips were soft, warm... perfect. God, I wanted to keep him there, kissing my skin, setting me ablaze with desire.  

But it would be impossible.  

I’m his nanny.   

I’m a runaway.  

I’m a wanted woman on the run.  

A lost princess in his world.  

I’m only here for a year.  That’s the timeline I'm giving myself.  Then I have to keep moving. I tried to keep my face neutral as I approached Cat.  “Hey!” 

“Oh my god, you’re alive!” Cat pulls me into a long hug. I missed her.  

“Me alive?  You’re the one that’s cancelled twice.  I was starting to think that you were happy to get rid of me.”  I smiled as I sat at the table. “How are you?” 

“I’m good.” She gives a Chesher cat like grin. “Met a guy.” 

“Really?”  I smiled for her.  Her last boyfriend was such a douche that I don’t miss at all. “Who is he?” 

“His name is Eric.  Works in business. Handsome AF and he spoils me.  Its why I bailed the last couple of weeks.  He had to work on Saturdays and took me out to make it up to me on Sunday.” She had a goofy smile on her face. “I really like him.”  

“Aww, that’s so awesome.” I really was so happy for her. She deserved it after that douchewaffle had put her through the ringer. Talking about her love life would distract me from my own. Until she says... 

“So, who was that guy who dropped you off?”  She took a sip of her coffee and waited for my answer.  

Well fuck.  

“Oh, umm...” what do I say? My hot as fuck, sex walking employer dropped me off after he set my skin ablaze with the softest sweetest kiss on my neck that wanted me to just jump into his arms and have him carry me to his bed. I took a sip to stall and think what to say.  I needed my best friend because I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing. “Mr. Everett dropped me off,” I finally tell her.  

Now Cat looks like a fish.  Her mouth popped open at my statement.  I popped a piece of my muffin in her mouth to get her to shut it.  She took the bite and swallowed.  “Curtis Everett.  The Curtis Everett, King of Concord.  Mafia boss.  He dropped you off?” 

“Clint and his wife had the kids at their house and his other man was busy with something, so he offered.” I shrugged. God, please don’t let her read me like she usually does.  

“How is he?” I choked for a second, misunderstanding her question.  

“He’s, uhh, he’s nice. Great dad. Very respectful.”  

Cat studied me. Dammit. I closed my eyes for just a second.  “What happened?” 

“Nothing.” I said that too quickly. She just gave me a pointed look.  “Ok, let’s talk about it at the store, ok?  Too many ears here.”  She nodded and we finished up before walking to the store down the street. I needed some more clothes for the house since I didn’t have much.  As we browsed, Cat decided to corner me.  

“So, what is going on, girl?” 

I look at the dress in my hand.  It’s a black lace skater dress, longer sleeves with crystals.  Then I look at the price tag and put it back.  “I honestly have no idea, Cat. At first, Mr. Everett was nice, welcoming.  Then as the time went on, he became surly and distant.  I don’t even know what I did.  I started to avoid dinner with the family.” I took a breath. “Do you know how hard it is to say no to a little girl with big blue eyes?” 

“I would imagine it would be very difficult.” Cat giggled. “Ok, but why are you flustered? If Mr. Everett is upset with you, why did he drive you?” 

“That’s the question of the day,” I mumbled.  “When he offered to drive me, I told him it wasn’t necessary, and he said it would make him feel better if he could drive.”  I sighed. “That he couldn’t protect her but he could protect me.” 

“Oh shit!” Cat screeched.  

I smacked a hand over her mouth. “Shut. Up.” I huffed as I let go. “Then, before we left, he helped me into my coat and his finger brushed my neck and it felt like lighting.” I smiled a little at the memory. “He kissed my neck.” 

“Oh, Pres.” She frowned. “You can’t fall for a mafia boss.”  

“I’m not,” I protested. I wasn’t falling for Curtis Everett, was I? “He’s my boss and I love his kids. And I’m leaving in a year. I can’t stay.”  A tear you didn’t feel was forming fell. “I can’t love anyone, and I can’t be loved.  I have to go, you know that.”  

“But of all the people that you could love, its someone who can also protect you.”  Cat wrapped her arm around my waist and put her head on my shoulder. “Not all love is like your parents or like that asshole. It could be great.”  

“I can’t,” I whisper. It was breaking my heart. I just wanted to be safe and happy.  

Curtis 

Driving through Newton, I knew I would need to speak to Jensen’s boss before I could get any answers. I headed for the Barber house.  

Andy Barber was the king of Newton. A few years prior, he had trouble with his twin brother when his now wife was kidnapped due to a debt owed. I knew that Andy would understand my hesitancy. I didn’t want to alarm Presley because I wanted to gain her trust. But when Clint ran her name, her history only went back five years. What was she hiding? The only person who could find out was Jensen. 

At the gate, security stopped me before directing me to the driveway in front of the door. Andy came out. “Curtis! Hey!” 

“Hey Andy.” I shook the man’s hand.  Dark hair, thick beard, eyes twinkling, the man was happy and in love and it showed.  

“Come on in. Aurora just made some cinnamon bread and fresh coffee.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and directed me into the house.   

We went into his office, and I took off my coat before taking a seat. “How are you, Barber?  You look disgustingly happy.”  

“I am,” he said.  A soft knock came and Aurora walking in carrying a tray with coffee and the delicious smelling bread.  Aurora owned a bakery in town and was opening a second location in Concord. Andy had been by a few months ago to make sure it was ok with me, respect between all the kings. As Aurora placed the tray down, I noticed a slight swell around her middle.  I looked up at Andy, who had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. “I so fucking happy.” He kissed her cheek.  “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

“Congratulations Rory,” I said to her. She just smiled and walked out. She’s always been shy but still sweet.  I reached for a piece of bread and moaned. “I’m gonna need some to go Andy. Christ, that’s good.”  

Andy chuckled.  “I don’t think she’s ever made anything bad.”  

I laughed because he’s probably right. “Congratulations.”  

“Thank you.  Just passed the 15 week.” Andy took a sip of coffee.  “What can I do for you?” 

“I need some help from Jensen.” Andy quirked a brow but didn’t interrupt. “I have a young woman working for me as a nanny, Presley.  She’s been great with the kids but when Clint ran our normal background check, her history only goes back for the last five years.”  

Andy frowned.  “How old is she?”  

My ears began to burn slightly. “She’s twenty-three.” I rubbed the back of my head.  “For some reason, she reminds me of Anna.”  

Andy signed. “Curtis...” 

“No, I know. Don’t fuck the help but Andy, she’s everything that I didn’t know I wanted. She’s perfect, except for her history.  I have a feeling she’s hiding something big in her past.”  

“It sounds like it.”  Andy picked up his phone and placed a call.  “Jensen, I need you to run a deep background on someone for Curtis Everett... No, I’ll have him send you the file... we’ll discuss that later.” He hung up and wrote something down.  He handed me a slip of paper.  “This is Jensen’s contact info. You have him for the next week.”  

“I appreciate it, Andy.”  I looked at my watch. “I need to get back to Concord.” 

Andy walked me out where Aurora had a small plate for me. I thanked her and kissed her cheek. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Everett?” Andy asked.  

“No, but the first step is to know who Presley is and why she is running.” I shook his hand and I got into my car and started driving back to town.  I thought of her, my Kitten.  What was she hiding?  Her statement had disturbed me. ‘Because I’m not a safe option.’  What did she mean by that?  As I pulled into town near the shop Presley had pointed out, I parked and sent the file Clint sent me to Jensen.  

To Jake Jenson  From Curtis Everett  RE: Presley Adams  Hey Jake, can you run a deep background please? Her name may have been changed about five years ago. Run missing persons to see if she has been reported as well.  Curtis Everett 

I watched my Kitten come out with a couple of bags, so I went to help. “Hello, Miss Adams.” I turned to her friend.  “Miss.” It was cute that her friend gawked.  I was used to it.  But Presley blushed at the attention. I took the bags from her hands.  

“Thank you, Mr. Everett.”  She turned to her friend. “Thanks Cat, I’ll call you later.”  

“Bye Pres. Mr. Everett.” Cat stood watching as I walked my Kitten back to the car, my hand on her lower back.  I opened the door for her to get her in, away from the harsh November wind that had kicked up.  After getting her bags into the trunk, I made my way back into the car and on our way home.  

“Did you have a nice time, Kitten?” I didn’t take my eyes off the road, but I could still see her in my peripherals.  She was playing with her necklace again.  Why was she so nervous?  She has to know I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.  

“It was nice to have some girl time,” she said, rather timidly.  “Cat’s the first person I met in Concord. She gave me a place to stay.”  A small smile graced her beautiful face and I had to force myself to concentrate on the road.  

“She sounds like a good person.”  

“She is.” Presley sighed. She looked out the window, still playing with her necklace.  

“What’s wrong Kitten?” 

She took a moment; I think she was deciding what to say.  “Mr. Everest...” 

“Curtis.” 

“I can’t call you that,” she retorted.  “You’re my boss and I have to respect you.”  

“Kitten...” 

“I’m not your Kitten!” I recoiled slightly at the outburst.  “I can’t be, you don’t know me, and I work for you.  You’re always mad at me. You’re always cautious or pull away.  Now all of a sudden, I’m your Kitten?  No, I can’t do this.”  

I stayed quiet until we reached the house. I barely put the car in park, and Presley was out of the car and into the house.  Fuck me, this was going all wrong.  I grabbed her bags before heading in.  I went straight to her room, but I couldn’t find her. Until I noticed the closet ajar. “Presley?” 

“Please just leave me alone,” the muffled reply came.  

“I can’t do that, sweetheart.  Talk to me.” I opened the door to see her clutching herself. “Oh Kitten.” 

“Stop! Curtis, stop saying that,” she cried. “Why are you doing this?” 

“Because you brought joy back to my children.  Because you brought happiness back to me.”  

“You’ve ignored me.”  

“I know. I was fighting it, Kitten.  I was fighting this pull I have to you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”  

Presley 

He was sorry.  Sorry for acting like an ass and ignoring me? He was an enigma. “What are you trying to say Mr. Everett?” I couldn’t even look at him. 

“No, don’t call me that, Kitten.” I went to protest again but he crowded me. I lost my voice as I looked up to his beautiful ocean blue. “All I want to do is touch you, feel you, taste you. You have been in my dreams for the last two weeks. Presley, look at me. Sweetheart, please?”  I moved my head to look at him. “Tell me you don’t feel it and I’ll walk away right now.”  

I searched his eyes for... what? Sincerity, lust, honesty? But really, all I saw was adoration and love. And it scares me, but it scares me more that I know my eyes show the same thing.  This man, this wonderful, powerful, gorgeous man was drawn to me just like I was drawn to him. “I can’t Curtis.”  His face crumbled slightly.  “I can’t tell you that I don’t feel this.  I’ve felt it since the day I met you but...” 

“No, don’t find an excuse.” He took my hands. “Let me show you, Kitten, how much I want you.” He cupped my face with a hand, the other took my hand and pressed it to his chest. “My heart is racing at the thought of me missing my chance to show you how much I want you. Please kitten, just one chance.” 

I closed my eyes and leaned into the warmth of his hand. His hands were rough, I could feel the callouses, but they were gentle as he thumbed my cheek. “You don’t know me,” I whispered.  

“I’ll get to know you,” he insisted. “When you’re ready.” He let go of my hand to cup my other cheek. “You can trust me, Kitten. I’ll protect you.”  He moved slowly, like time was stopping. But he gently cradled my face as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.  

Ever heard the phrase, seeing fireworks? 

Yeah, I know what they mean now.  

Curtis’s lips were soft, his kiss was sweet. Oh fuck, its perfect. Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t moan, I chant in my head. A soft moan escapes my throat.  

Fuck me.  

Curtis smiles against my lips before moving to deepen it. He runs his tongue against the seam of my lips, asking for permission. I don’t want to give in, but I do.  And I am lost.  

Curtis 

Holy fuck, she tastes amazing.  Like sugar or honey.  I’ve never tasted something so sweet. I kiss the life out of her, taking what I can get.  When I needed to breathe, I slowed down and pulled away.  Kissing her gently again, I pulled back and saw her eyes were still closed. “Open them for me Kitten.” Her eyes flutter open, and her blue green eyes are wide with lust. “Perfect,” I whisper, and she blushes. “Will you let me take you on a date, Kitten?” She nodded and a single tear fall. “Presley?” 

“I want to explain but I can’t. Not right now.  Is that ok?” Her lip trembled in fear.  

“Of course, Kitten. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”  

Unknown POV 

A cigarette lights in the dark.  A man looks at Everett Manor with a sneer.  She’s been so close this whole time.  Her father said that she had been lost for five years. She had been promised to me and then she ran after her mother had died.  It was a shame he had to orchestrate her murder, but he couldn’t let it get out what he had done.  

He had barely escaped with his life while he had been waiting.  Fucking Lloyd Hansen almost got him killed.  But he left before the maylay of Barber infiltrating the house.  Now he wanted to take his place at the head of a family.    

And she is the key.  

Curtis 

After I left Presley’s room, I went to my office to catch up on emails before the kids got home. Wanted to spend some time with them before we started the week again.  I flagged any important emails and sent some to Clint for Monday when I saw one from Jensen.  

From: Jake Jensen   To: Curtis Everett  RE: Presley Adams  Hey Mr. Everett,   I did the deep dive as requested and your man was right, her history only goes back five years.  With the photo you sent, I was able to do facial recognition and got a hit.  See the file attached.  Let me know if I can help with anything else.   Jenson 

I hovered over the attachment and stopped.  If I really wanted to pursue a relationship with Presley, going behind her back and reading her past would ruin that.  She knows she needs to be honest with me and she’s going to.  She was scared but I promised her I would be a safe place to fall.  I move the email into a secure file on my computer for safe keeping. If I wanted her to trust me, I had to trust her, for now.  A timid knock came from the door.  “Yes?” My beautiful kitten’s face appeared. “Hi Kitten.”  

“Hi,” she smiled softly. “Clint said the kids are eating at their house before he brings them back. I’m making breakfast for dinner. Would you like to join me?” 

I smile. “I would love to.” I closed down my computer and followed her to the kitchen. Adam was also off on Sundays and usually we either went out to eat or we ate with Clint’s family. But Presley hadn’t joined either time, probably because of me.  She knew her way around the kitchen.  When she bent to get a pan, her delectable ass was now up in the air.  I suppressed a groan but walked over to her. When she stood, I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her neck softly. “Beautiful,” I whispered.  She turned her head, and I captured her lips once more.  

“Curtis,” she moaned as I deepened it. I lifted her to the counter and wrapped her legs around me.  She pulled back. “Can we take it slow?” 

“Of course, Kitten.”  

I moved to step back but she held on to me. “I don’t mind this I just don’t want you to expect more when I’m not there yet.”  

I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear. “I can do that.”  

I’d wait forever for her.  

My Kitten.  

NEXT

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[eldritch-araneae]

So; I finally finished watching earthspark; and I truly want to hug Bee; like a lot; my bot does not deserve all that happened to him. I also need more information about breakdown and brawl. Also where was Optimus. Also megatron gets a hug. And Tarantulas and hashtag!

Where is grimloc?

Bee needs a medic, by the way.

There are many more questions and feelings.

But I will end this here.

You also get a hug!

Rev

I have a lot of thought about this! Earthspark Spoilers under cut!

1)Bumblebee def needs a hug and I really hope he will receive some, poor guy! That's a great set up for his character arc as well, which I thinking will happen in second season. His struggles with the alt-mode, agent Schloder being so obsessed and incredibly angry as Bee, and the whole thing with Breakdown. Can't wait to see how this gonna play out.

2) Yeah I also wonder who will treat Bumblebee's injuries? Will it be one of Autobot medic? Or one of Terrans will take this role?

3) About Optimus it's very interesting how he was absent, there are mostly theories how he's being mind controlled by GHOST and such so I wont repeat those, bc I have an additional thought that maybe Optimus is working on better solution. Perhaps with work with some government people to get legal protections for cybertronians on Earth, but he must do this in secret bc GHOST might find out ( and lets face it, Megatron is unreliable in current state).

The reason why no one think of this is bc everyone projecting IDW, and I sincerely hope the ES writers didn't go the exactly same path as comics. Decepticons being oppressed while being the military faction, and Autobots being the oppressors while they are mostly represented by civilians and workers never sits well with me. Besides there an an official continuity where the roles are reversed and it's called Shattered Glass. Ofc there is still big possibility that writer still copied the IDW formula, which would be super disappointing to me, but I'll live. As long as they butcher Bumblebee ahaha. But so far I do like it what I see in the show in current state. GHOST being corrupted organization ( and we don't know if it was always corrupted or it got corrupted over years) but it's the only somewhat support Autobots had and Optimus knows it and he also knows it will affect everyone (which why he hides a lot of Autobots and Terrans in first place). And he's know there is some shady shit on, but doesn't know what exactly (and same with half of GHOST bc Schoder isn't aware either) that's he's trying to find a better way. (Side Note: Tbh, I think about how Croft's possible end goal is got get full control over cybertronians ( and even over humans, we saw how immediately she gain full control over Mandroid and he fails to see it bc of his own hatred) to use them as war machines to her army! Even Optimus kinds implied it when he said "I'm afraid GHOST might use them (Terrans) as asset", like asset for what? There is only one answer for it and we all know military do with those assets.)

Optimus is very interesting, he's really in bad situation right now, and he tries his best to solve it, but its really difficult and he often has to morally compromise just to prevent another war from starting.

And Megatron, even tho he good intentions to break down the oppressive system on Cybertron, he failed, and the main reason why he failed bc he surrounded himself with enemies like Shockwave (which I'm surprised on one else pointed this out yet). So his faction turned into yet another tool of oppression, bringing the war to Earth and trying to conquer it. And what I find interesting is just the fact Megatron isn't there yet!

Right now to me he appears to be someone, who only started to accepts his mistakes, but he doesn't take full responsibility yet. He doesn't realize that his movement was doomed to fail bc of ppl like Shockwave and the fact his still call him a friend after how badly Shockwave treated Terrans really screams it.

And if this gonna be a story not how Megatron isn't actually a traitor of Decepticons, but he was surrounded by traitors and Megatron finally realising it - this would be very cool and thousands times better than whatever it was in IDW!

And I much prefer the situation that a lot of cons joined the cause bc they were ether lied to, or were in desperate situation and Shockwave took advantage of this. This would make perfect sense for "not all cons are evil" and "cons are evil and they choose to be".

[baronessvonglitter]

Some Din drabble that I've been meaning to get out of my head:

a snippet of something I'm working on (din x ofc x f!Reader x omc)

Basically a friends/coworkers-to-lovers that is realized during a f/f/m threesome, with some Cyberpunk 2077 feels.

"Looks like your pretty friend’s busy," Saskia smirks. "Do you want another drink?"

He's about to answer when he hears you let out a soft groan from the other side of the room. He turns his head to see you, pressed to the wall, skirt lifted over your hips as Elex's face is buried between your thighs, your head tipped back in ecstasy.

Din's whole body freezes, his eyes glued to the sight of you. He grips the glass in his hand so tight it almost shatters as his eyes rake over your figure, the way your body writhes in pleasure. Another pang of envy grips his chest, this one deeper and more intense than the first. He can't explain why watching you with this man, when he's heard you with other men before, has him affected so.

"Think we can outdo them?" Saskia's challenge rises to his ears, her hand rubbing his thigh, moving upwards ever so slightly with each brush forward, testing the waters.

She manages to bring him out of his stupor, reminding him that the woman beside him is just as real as the woman he's never thought of as more than a friend, currently with a man between her legs.

"Yeah," he bites out, his voice deep and rough. "We can outdo them."

(anyone interested please let me know so I can tag you upon publishing 🩶)

[heygerald]

Love Mummified : (The Mummy, 1999)

OFC x OMC

General chaos, just a little excerpt from a story that doesn't even really exist but that I enjoyed writing, idiot coded.

"And what exactly is the plan here?" she shouted over the gunfire, gaze wild as it swept from the men cloaked in black to the Americans to the cowboy standing beside her. He had a smile on his face as if he enjoyed the chaos, but when he realized she was staring at him his eyebrows furrowed into a little divet.

"Plan?" he echoed dumbly.

"Gracious," Catherine hissed, jerking back behind a crate when a bullet shattered the lamp over her head. Louis ducked as well until his shoulder was pressed against hers, but while Catherine was brushing broken glass out of her hair, he took the moment to swipe a whiskey bottle off the ground. She watched him take a long swallow before wiping his mouth, tossing the bottle overboard, and springing upwards as if preparing to charge into the fray. Just as quickly as he had drank the liquor she tugged him back down by the coattails. "Honestly, how you and O'Connell managed to survive a war will forever remain a mystery to me."

"Well, heh—"

"That was a rhetorical statement, Mr. Abbott!"

"Rhetorical?" he scoffed, mouth flattened into an unamused line. "You ever get tired of using big words no one knows or do you like feeling like the smartest person in the room?"

"It's hardly a difficult feat to be the smartest person in the room when you're around," she snapped as she tried to come up with a plan. Louis didn't seem to take the time to think as he stood and fired off another round of bullets, and for the first time in a long time, Catherine prayed to whatever god would listen that she would be given strength. "Now will you—come on! Dying in the presence of a handsome cowboy was a childhood dream, not a current one."

He stumbled after her as Catherine dodged between the Americans. She was half-worried that he wouldn't be able to keep up; yet, when her foot slipped Louis was the one to catch her, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Handsome, huh?"

She stared at him for a mere moment before slapping away his hand.

"Idiots," she muttered. "That's why you and Rick get along so well. You're both hopeless idiots."

"Handsome idiots, apparently. Doesn't seem all that bad to me."

Catherine was in the process of rolling her eyes when something orange flickered at the corner of her vision. A fire spread across the upper rooms of the steam rig they were on—licking its way across the deck towards the engine at the far side of the boat—and suddenly she was wondering if Rick O'Connell truly would be the death of her.

"I take it back," she whined like a petulant child. "I don't need any more adventures in my life. One was enough."

Louis grinned at that. It was a wild grin, one that consisted half of spirit and half of joy, and she knew without a doubt that it was nothing but trouble. He was nothing but trouble. It was most likely penance for her wild childhood, for always wanting something more than the straight and narrow life her parents designed for her. Somewhere, Catherine was sure, her mother was laughing at her turn in luck.

"Ah, come on, Miss Sinclair," he teased. "You can never have too many adventures, can ya? Now, you can swim, right?"

"What?"

"Cuz it looks like we ain't got any other way out of here," he said, moving so swiftly that she didn't know what was happening until he was dragging her by the hand across the deck in the direction that the others had disappeared overboard. She did her best to pull out of his grip, cursing all the way, but it only seemed to spur him on further. She didn't even need to look to know that his grin was fantastically smug as he raced towards the deck railing. "If you can't swim, I'd be happy to provide mouth to mouth."

She scoffed just as they reached the railing, and the hallway behind them groaned to a collapse, ash dotting the sky. "I'd rather drown," she snarked.

His smile didn't dim; just pulled sideways in bemusement. As if he didn't understand the difference between a scorned woman and a flirting one. "Yeah, well Miss, that can be arranged if you don't get moving. It's either me or the boat."

Catherine paused, glancing around them.

When she glanced back, he had narrowed his eyes into a glare of his own, all humor gone. "Don't say I didn't warn ya."

"Warn me—?"

Louis threw her overboard before she could comprehend what was happening, and by the time she surfaced the shockingly cold water, he had joined her in the river. She watched him struggle to fix his sopping hat back in place; the garment didn't seem to cooperate as he huffed, and eventually he decided to clutch it in his fist instead. Catherine hated the way that his hair was slicked back on his forehead, hated how well the dark strands framed his features to make him seem younger than he was, and she was reminded—not for the first time—that he was quite a handsome man when he wasn't talking.

When he caught her looking, his smirk returned. "Ain't too late to change your mind about the mouth to mouth," he drawled. "Might even be a nice way to thank me for saving your life and all that."

Catherine responded by spitting a mouthful of water into his face.

[ohraicodoll]

Interwoven | Chapter 6 (Finale)

(Gif credit to imironstark)

Chapters:  6/6 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature/Explicit Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Hob Gadling, Original Characters, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Calliope, The Endless, Eve, Delirium, Death, Desire Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Character Development, Established Relationships, General complicated feelings, meeting the family, meeting the friends, talk about fantasies, domestic life, fluff, past Relationships, ANGST, OFC: Dahlia, Named Reader, 1st POV

Summary: She had very few people in her life and while he denied it, Dream had so many. People that cared for him, people that warned her. Or in other terms, Dream and Dahlia’s casual relationship is turning not so casual. Chapter Summary: Grief and Love. CHAPTER WARNING: References to Domestic Abuse, Death, Trauma 

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I was in my childhood bed. The walls were a light lilac, pictures and drawings covering the space in organized chaos and my two large bookshelves taking up the most room. The light came in through the window, muted and cold. My hand clenched the sheets under my head and I wanted to shuffle deeper until the comforter covered me completely and hid me from the world. A dream. A memory, I wasn’t sure. It was like my mind couldn’t quite figure out if it was lucid or a smaller version of myself, wavering like the heat in the air of a dry desert. I felt numb, like there was cotton stuffed into my ears and everything was behind this muffled wall. There was yelling coming from the other side of the closed door. Aiden’s voice carried, screaming though I couldn’t distinguish the words. The tone was sharp and biting. There was a shattering of something, glass probably, against the wall and I could swear I heard my own voice reply to him in fear. Small, barely discernible. There was a flash of being in the other me’s position, shaking and crying and pleading. They shouldn’t be there. This was my room before my parents died, not the shabby apartment we had lived together in. It was wrong, an echo projected into the wrong space. Not a memory. Maybe a nightmare? Or both. Weren’t the memories nightmares in themselves. I didn’t have to hear to know what was happening on the other side. I’d lived it, could still hear that distinct sound of glass resonating in my ears. He’d gotten mad as always but he was drunker than usual and high off his ass and I couldn’t bring him down. Maybe he was finally getting tired of me. It was one of the few times I was scared he was going to kill me. A toy loved and discarded, thrown into the trash heap. I think he almost did. I swung again and again and a body hit the ground. My body jerked at the intrusion of a different memory like a muscle spasm, a more recent one, and I pulled the comforter tighter around me like armor against reality. Don’t think. Don’t think of the brick in my hands and the slight crunch- Aiden had gotten mad enough to throw bottle after glass bottle at me. Even though I had tried to shield myself, it hadn’t worked and I could feel the pain of each impacting and shattering on my skin or on the wall around me. I felt a sharp and sudden pain, more than usual, and looked down to find a large shard sticking out of my lower stomach. We had both paused to stare at it, at the growing red around the wound. Besides the initial pain, I didn’t feel anything at first. But the numbness slowly wore off as the shock ebbed away and then all that existed was pain . I had panicked. In the confusion, I had run for it. I needed help, needed freedom, needed to get where people could see me and help me because I knew…Aiden wouldn’t. Not if he could help it. He’d let me bleed out in the living room and would be more annoyed at the inconvenience than concerned for me. The apartment door was unlocked and it was easy enough for me to get it open, was halfway out when he’d grabbed me. I remember distinctly my hands gripping the doorframe, scrambling and grappling for all it was worth as he lifted me and pulled and pulled, trying to get me back inside. My fingers had held on desperately, all my strength trying to keep me from going back into that hellhole of a place even as the pain in my stomach screamed. I’d held on like it was my last chance to live and maybe it was. His arms wrapped fully around me, forearms pressing the shard deeper in. Then he’d abruptly let go of me and I’d flown forward like a slingshot and hit the ground hard enough my teeth had clacked together. Stars had danced in my eyes, shadows creeping in, but adrenaline fueled me. When I went to get up, he’d grabbed my foot and yanked and I’d tripped. He was a cat playing with a trapped mouse. But the stairs weren’t that far away. He miscalculated. I remember pinwheeling, trying to brace myself before I was falling and the pain of hitting each concrete step pierced through me as I tumbled down. He’d told the hospital I’d tripped and fallen. There’d been a leftover bottle on the stairs and it’d stabbed me. I was half unconscious when he brought me in, though honestly I was surprised he had. But the hospital staff had looked at me, looked at the bruises littering my skin and the way I had clammed up around him and let him speak. They took in his slurring of words and how he wouldn’t let me hold any of my own possessions, not even my phone. It wasn’t long after that I managed to get out. Had run and run, looking over my shoulder every day in constant fear but never actually thinking I would see Aiden again. Until… Another glass bottle hit the other side of the wall. I felt a tear run down my cheek and my breath started to come out quicker. If he came in here, I wasn’t sure what would happen. I knew this was a dream, knew this wasn’t real in the way things were real in the Waking world, but everything was blurring and I didn’t feel right. I felt simultaneously numb and terrified and it was all becoming so much- The sound in the other room abruptly stopped and almost as if sensing my distress, the light became warmer and brighter. The morning light coming to chase away the things that lurk in the night. My fingers loosened their grip, my breathing evened out, and I felt my lucid self sink a bit more into my skin. Not a memory or a nightmare anymore. This felt fully like a normal dream now, felt it in my being and the way it wrapped around me lovingly. Then there was a soft knock on the door, a sound that made my heart jump in the silence of the room, and it opened. I half expected Morpheus to walk through, to see those star flecked eyes, sharp nose, and high cheekbones as he entered the space of my dreams to find me. Instead a familiar face I hadn’t seen in so long peeked in and sighed exasperatedly upon finding me in the bed. “Dahlia, sweetie, you’re still in bed?” My mother’s voice was admonishing as she fully opened the door and came into the room, hands on her hips. The breath left me and I could only stare at her with wide eyes, taking in her face and hair and the way she always leaned with one hip cocked to the side. It’d been so long since I’d seen her, imagined her. Never in the years since she’d been gone had I dreamed of her or my dad and I had hardly any photos, having to leave a lot behind when I ran from Aiden. Over ten years had passed and it was like something clicked in my brain saying, “how could I forget her face? I know this face in my very soul.” I was shaking, eyes cloudy with tears, as I slightly sat up in the bed and let the comforter pool in my lap, “Mom?” My voice wasn’t raw from a strangled throat, my body didn’t hurt with bruises. The Waking world had separated and I was only here in the Dreaming, safe and whole, the horrors of the day left behind as I stared at my mother like she was an angel summoned to save me. She smiled confusedly, worry coloring her furrowed brow, as she walked over and sat on the side of the bed, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” Her hands combed through my hair, brushing it back from my face and tucking it behind my ear. I couldn’t help the shuddering sob that bubbled from my throat at feeling her touch, the familiar ministrations so deeply encoded in me from childhood. It was a blow to the chest how much I had missed the feeling, not realizing the small things I had lost until I was presented them again. Mom didn’t look sick, didn’t look stressed or like she was hiding how much she was fighting the illness that was silently ravaging her. She looked perfect, happy, healthy. Before things went bad, before she got so sick she couldn’t hide it from me. Her cheeks plump and skin glowing. She was my mom again, the fearless woman who had taught me I could do anything. She’d tried not to worry me, had hid how bad things were except from my father who was secretly taking over more and more. I took her for granted, had assumed nothing could touch her. I was a teenager, oblivious and caught up with hiding her new too-old boyfriend to notice her losing too much weight or the way her skin had become pale and brittle. I didn’t find out the illness had turned terminal until after the accident. I was the only family left from either of them, was legally an adult and had to take care of things I couldn’t even fathom. No, this was the mother I knew who was warm and caring and full of sunshine and mischief. And so I sobbed and clung to her as she wrapped her arms around me, fingers running through my hair as she rocked me back and forth. She was real beneath my hands and I held on for all it was worth. A bad dream. The irony of her words because this was the perfect dream and the Waking world was a nightmare made real. “Baby, baby,” she whispered and kissed the top of my head, “My sweet flower girl, what’s wrong? This is no way to start your day off.” My chest hurt from how hard I was crying, soaking in the sound of her voice, “It’s all gone so wrong, Mom. Everything’s a mess.”

She pulled back, face loving and understanding, and her thumb brushed the tears from my cheeks as she cupped my face in her hands, “Now, things can’t be so bad. A little mess never hurt anyone.” A sad laugh, half a sob, left my lips and I gripped her wrists, “It’s not little anymore. Everything is wrong and I’m alone and I don’t know what to do.”

Her lips crooked, love and understanding in her soft eyes and sighed with utter adoration, “You’re here. You’re breathing. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Things may be a little screwy but there is nothing you can’t figure out with a little bravery and patience and you know I’m right here with you, baby. You’re not alone.” The tears came fresh and new, lips wobbling as I struggled to not fall apart, “But you’re not here and I am. I’ve been alone for so long and I miss you so much. I don’t know if I can do this without you both, I don’t think I have a very good head. I keep screwing it all up.” Clicking her tongue at me, she leaned forward to meet my eyes, pressing our noses together. “Nonsense, I gave you that head and it’s a good one,” with a wide smile she pressed a kiss to my forehead and laid a hand over my heart, “Even if I’m not right next to you, your heart knows what I’d say and your head knows what I’d do. And deep down in your gut, I guess your dad may have good instincts. So we’re always right here, Dahlia.” I couldn’t stop crying, could only let her pull me into her arms and hold on like I was a kid again and woke up from a nightmare. She rocked me and pet my hair and I took in her smell and her voice, committing it all to memory as my anguish poured out of me. There had been no proper time to grieve for them. There’d been a funeral and lawyers and then I’d quickly been whisked away to live with Aiden and been so wrapped up in the chaos he caused. Now it was all coming out in the realization of their absence. I wondered who I would have been if her and Dad hadn’t died, if the crash hadn’t taken them both. They’d both be here. Maybe we would have found a way to fix her and I wouldn’t have gone to live with Aiden and they would have pulled me out of that relationship. Maybe I’d be a writer, writing stories during the day and visiting them on the weekends, showing off my stories like when I was small and Dad would devour them all. Mom would be around to Dream Walk and we’d talk about what all we’d see in the Dreaming, the beauty and the chaos. And maybe…

My skin prickled at the gentle hint of Morpheus’ power and I opened my eyes, peaking over my Mom’s shoulder even as my arms were wrapped around her to see him standing in the doorway. He looked so out of place, black robes so dark against the light purple of the walls and the knickknacks and childish art everywhere, flames dancing at the hem. But his face was warm, stars flickering in his eyes as he met mine and took in the scene with a gentleness that made my heart ache. Mom seemed to realize someone had entered the room and pulled back, looking over her shoulder to see the dreamlord standing there, “Oh, I didn’t realize someone was coming to get you this morning! I didn’t even hear you come in.” She smiled at him, wide and unrestrained, and I could see my smile in hers. He could have been made of pure darkness and gloom and she still would have smiled and welcomed him. Dream bowed his head, a small tilt of his lips as he looked at the older woman, “Apologies, I did not wish to intrude.” She shook her head and tsk-ed, waving a hand at him, “Nonsense. You must be here for her. Have I met you before? I’m awful with names and you seem so familiar, I’m so sorry. My memory isn’t what it used to be.” His eyes flickered to me, but he stepped forward full of patience and kindness, “I did not have the pleasure, I am afraid. But I have heard and seen a great deal of you in passing from those who knew you and loved you and I wish I had. I am sure you would have been quite the force in the Dreaming. As such, I am lucky enough to know your daughter.” My throat clenched at the words, finding the message underneath. He may not have been free during her time, but she lived on in everyone who knew her, in their dreams and memories.

Turning back to me, she gave me a sly smile and wiped my cheeks free of tears. “A charmer, this one. I like him. Well, you know the rule, if you stay in the room then keep the door open and no funny business,” I would have bumbled embarrassedly but could only give her a small laugh, holding back tears, “I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t linger, okay? You’ve got to get up and going.” I swallowed hard as she gave me a last kiss on my forehead and stood from the bed, watching as she gave a smile to Morpheus and patted his shoulder affectionately. Desperation clawed at me, and before she could walk out the door I called out after her, “Mom?” She paused and looked back at me expectantly. My eyes burned but I swallowed back my tears, giving her a smile, “I love you.” Her answering grin was everything I remember, bright and big with her tongue between her teeth and eyes crinkling, “I love you too, my flower girl.” Then she was gone and the tears came rushing back like a tidal wave in her absence. I didn’t register Morpheus’ touch initially, the way he wrapped his cloak and power around me and held me to him. I didn’t feel as hollow but the pain was bright and awake and it all hurt. All I could do was ride it out, hold on to him and feel it all. I wouldn’t linger in it. He clutched me to him, cloak pooled across the bright color of the bed sheets, and let me pour my heart out into the night sky of his being. I was safe, I was held, I could simply be and he was there to catch all the broken pieces until I was ready to put them back together. “Thank you,” I whispered to him, fingers digging into his back, “Thank you so much.” There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that my mother’s presence had been his doing. That even if he had never seen her, seen her dreams because of his imprisonment, hadn’t known her, he had carefully brought her to life in the Dreaming through the memories of those left behind. For me. To give me something good instead of the nightmare of Aiden at the shores of my mind. The gift was incomparable. Seeing them both together, him meeting her, wasn’t something I thought was possible but this was the realm of dreams. I would never forget that. “For you, anything,” he whispered back, holding me firmly as if he could shield me from the world. The tears slowed and I pulled back to stare up at him, seeing the press of his lips and savoring as he traced the line of my jaw with his eyes. As much as I wanted to push it back, the reality of what had happened was pressing into me. Aiden’s attack. Dream coming to save me. The brick in my hand. I was shaking again and Dream twined his fingers into my hair in comfort. I swallowed past the tight grip in my chest, the anxiety rising and rising, “...did I kill him?” His power skimmed along my skin, strong and resolute, and I didn’t miss the way his fingers lowered to trace my neck and the invisible markings there, “No. He is still in the land of the living…as of now.” There was a tightness in his voice that said exactly what he wished he could. That it was very much against what he wished, that if he had his way then Aiden wouldn’t still be alive. “Morpheus,” I shuddered, frowning. I knew what he was capable of doing. Cameron had barely done anything and Dream had made him suffer. But what Aiden had done was…unforgivable. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what punishment he had deemed fitting. The dreamlord’s power skittered with anger and he clenched his jaw, but tried to hide it, “I can assure you that while he still lives, you will never see him again and he will never harm you or anyone. Ever.” There was a growl underneath the words, white hot rage below the surface, but all I could feel was relief. Relief that I didn’t have his death on my hands even as I heard the crack reverberate through me like a ghost haunting my mind. I wasn’t sure what Morpheus had done, what nightmare he had set upon Aiden, what his unhindered rage had guided his power to do. But he was alive and he was gone and he wouldn’t be coming back, I believed the dreamlord’s word on that. I raised my hand and traced the line of his cheekbones, the bow of his lips, the angle of his chin in wonderment and whispered, “You saved me. You heard me and saved me.” His brow furrowed and those twin stars dimmed, dark lashes brushing his cheeks as he looked down, “You should not have needed to be saved. I…it is not a feeling or call I ever wish to hear. Seeing you, seeing Calliope there as well…it took everything in my being not to destroy the monster.” There was regret and anger and bitterness in his voice. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like to come upon the scene. His ex-wife tossed on the ground and me there with someone squeezing the life out of me. I brushed my fingertips over his eyelids and felt his lashes flutter against my skin. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead to his and let my hands rest on the back of his neck, “Thank you, Morpheus. No matter what led to the circumstances, no matter what happened after, thank you for coming for me.” He was shaking ever so slightly as his fingers stayed fisted in my hair and held my head to his. I didn’t miss the way his other hand gripped my side, the way his thumb traced a particular path on skin where a ragged scar lay beneath the shirt. He continuously got to see the worst of my former life, the pain there, the darkness Aiden had left behind. And maybe I owed it to him to acknowledge his own darkness, but also see who he was now. Neither of us were perfect or made perfect decisions. He had a long life to make a lot of mistakes, but also time to learn and be better. We both saw the darkest parts of each other but I’m glad that of the good he got to see in my life, it had been meeting my mom. Seeing her in her full healthy glory. She was right. She would have liked him. But I couldn’t linger in the past anymore. Closing my eyes, I let the dream around me melt away. I let the lilac walls fade, the pictures and art turn into falling leaves, let the mattress and comforters underneath us turn to soft mossy grass. The light shined brighter, but gentle through the canopy of trees overhead and I opened my eyes to see the bedroom had transformed into a gentle valley. Morpheus’ eyes flew open and he pulled back a few inches to look around, almost confused at the change in scenery. “You…?” he whispered and the stars burned like novas in the black void of his eyes, ebony locks twirling in the light breeze. “I didn’t want to be in the past anymore,” I blinked and quirked my lips at him, enjoying the look of surprise on his face. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I had not taken us to a different part of Dreaming but instead had transformed the dream into something else or the fact that I had gotten better at my abilities without his help. Either way, it was nice to catch him off guard. He turned back to me, searched my face with furrowed brows as if there were a hidden secret there beneath my skin. It was almost as if I was new and he was seeing me for the first time, wonder and uncertainty painting his features. Hesitantly, slowly, I leaned forward and brushed my lips to his. I needed comfort, needed something familiar and safe, and sought it in the softness of his lips. He paused, briefly, and then seemed to sigh and ever so gently reciprocated. The grass was soft underneath us and the air warm and the thought floated by that maybe I could stay in the Dreaming forever. Stay here in dreams and magic and Morpheus and leave the Waking world behind. But the thought came and went. There was still Anissa and there was Hob. I had my own life and I knew if I stayed now, it would be because I was hiding. It would be another thing Aiden had tainted and chased me to do. I wanted my life, I wanted the mundane, if only for now. I was barely getting a handle on how to operate and live and I wanted to figure it out a little longer. When I would wake up, there would be new things to deal with. I knew Hob had helped, I knew I hadn’t been in good shape and we’d have to have a talk about Calliope and what had happened and Anissa would find out and it would all be awful. But that was later. So I kissed the King of Dreams, wrapping my arms fully around his neck like he was my lifeline and feeling him pull me tighter to him. This was where I wanted to be for now.

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Hai I've never asked any of these before since I'm a bit new to tumblr but- could you maybe make a drunk nick x male reader smut during the cellar scene:3

I'm so sorry I hadn't seen this earlier. But ofc I can. I hope I did your ideas justice 🤭 and I hope you enjoy

Nick x GN!reader

Contents: Nick being hella drunk, reader being a sweetheart light overstimulation

You and Nick had walked past the small fence on your way to hunt and had gotten stuck in a small cellar. Paul and that girl Clementine had gotten most likely gotten home safe but you and Nick were locked, zombies everywhere outside, you stood on a box crate to look out a window. "We're gonna be here a while." Nick began to mutter under his breath. The only words you were able to make out was "fucking idiot..." Before glass shattered against the wall. "What the fuck!" You tried to see Nick drinking alcohol he had found hidden in the back of the shelves. "Nick??" He groaned and looked up at you as you stood in front of him. "Nick come on, get up please, don't start doing this." You pleaded but he ignored you "no, don't you get it, I almost got killed, I almost got YOU killed!" Was that what this was about? "Nick, I'm fine." You sat beside him, putting your hand on his shoulder. He leaned over unexpectedly, kissing your breath away. As he pulled back you gasped. "Jesus"

He had leaned back in however and you had both kissed again, at some point he had put the bottle down and you took that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. He had both his hands against your skin, on your back under your shirt. Your kiss got more heated, and the amount of alcohol on his lips was much more prominent, he was DRUNK.

He had pulled away from the kiss to stare into your eyes. "You are so fucking pretty, and I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk, I mean you really are, I mean, I am hopelessly in love with you" his words slurred together but it was the most heartfelt thing you had ever been told, "I love you too Nick" he had chased your lips right after, kissing you deeply and passionately. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt tightly as one of his hands fell down between the two of you, working the buttons off of both of your jeans he lifted you pulling your jeans down and your underwear with it before taking his down as well, his boxers right after.

He slowly pulled you back down, kissing your lips softly before you leaned back,taking him into your hanf and pumping him a few times. "Oh my god..." He groaned quietly as you leaned your face down, right above his cock and gave kitten kisses to it, licking a long stripe across the bottom before taking him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, drool dripping down your chin. Nick set his hand your hair, holding your head down just long enough for you to gag before he let go. You could tell he was getting close so you took your lips off of him with a pop.

"hm?" Nick had looked at you, devastated and confused. "Calm down sweetheart,don't you wanna cum inside me?" He nodded quickly. You straddled him once again lining yourself up with his dick and letting him protrude your hole. He could barely contain himself, wanting to buck up into you in seconds. And he did, you moaned as he quickly fucked into you, thrusting up and you bounced on his dick, hair in your face, drool falling down your chin, and your eyes rolling back into your head.

"oh my god" Nick groaned. "You feel so good, Y/n" his voice and the way he said your name just made something snap inside you as you came all over his cock, Nick continued to thrust into you before his thrusts got sloppy and he came inside you. You fell over, face hitting his shoulder. Nick kissed your shoulder, pulling a blanket off the shelf and covering you. "I love you Y/n" he said, his words still slightly slurring together. "I love you too Nick, now sleep that alcohol off and we'll head home in the morning.

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Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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20

Bayou Bartholomew

October 1, 18:52 CDT

Kate, slightly sweaty and breathing heavy, sat curled into a corner of the magical yellow box she was trapped in. Eyes hotly staring daggers into Wotan and Poison Ivy as they tended to the massive plant in the middle of the room. From her position floating in the air she could see out the windows around the top of their base. Highly irresponsible if you ask her, glass was so fragile, any kind of high decibel attack and they would all just shatter.

"Glare all you want, you aren't getting out of there." Wotan's bored tone was barely registered by Kate's hearing-aide free ears. Someone having taken them off of her while she was passed out.

Kate stayed silent, teeth grinding as she wished she had laser vision like Superman. Maybe that would break through the bullshit surrounding her right now. She had already tried everything else to get herself out of here. Besides screaming, which she knew would not be a smart idea.

"Why am I here?" Kate demanded, "What do you people want with me?" She was still in her debris covered and torn school uniform and didn't know if the supervillains in front of her knew her secret ID or not. So, she had to be careful. "I'm just some kid from Star City, why am I so important?"

"Ask Black Siren, she's the one that wanted you. I swear she has a thing for strays." Poison Ivy waved her hand to dismiss the girl, eyes never leaving her 'baby' in the middle of the room. Looking like some kind of Frankenstein science project. Kate let her eyes drag over to Joker, who had been muttering to himself as he stood in front of some kind of circular screen-disc-things Kate couldn't Identify. Strange gloves on his hands as he moved his arms in large, grandiose jerks.

"Poor heroes. Nothin' they do is quite enough." Joker laughs, his voice mocking, making Kate's blood boil when she caught a glimpse of the bay bridge in Star with plants all over it with people in cars and school busses in jeopardy. Seeing some of the plants explode Kate smiled knowing Dinah was okay. It was a relief to say the least, and it gave her strength, she would make it out of this and Dinah would be waiting with open arms, and Ollie. "Ain't it grand?!" Joker cackled.

"And impressive how you simultaneously juggle multiple scenarios." Poison Ivy commented from her spot at the base of her baby.

"I've had practice..." Joker responded, voice deepening and making it harder for Kate to hear, "Juggling my multiple personalities." His laugh, hyena like tenor pitches cutting through clear as crystal though. Kate keeping the chills at bay as she curled in closer to herself, as much as she hated it she knew she had to wait this out. She was in civies and her extra suit had been in her backpack, which was probably under a school building's worth of rubble. No doubt either the team or the Justice League was on their way, she had to trust they would get here in time.

The sound of heels loudly clicking against tile caught everyone's attention, Black Siren strutting in with who Kate guessed was Emily behind her. The mask on her face covering her Identity but Kate recognized the brunette hair and similar colored eyes a mile away, plus who else would it be?

"Bring her down, it's time we had a little chat. Also Ivy, you may want to go deal with the pests outside. I'll be out there in a minute. Delilah, go with her." Black Siren ordered, the brunette girl huffing but following orders and stomping after Poison Ivy who grinned over her shoulder at the blonde woman.

"Better hurry, or else we'll have all the fun. Wotan, protect my baby."

And with that Emily – Delilah – and ivy were gone and Kate was lowered to the ground. Looking up at the woman in front of her. Eyes narrowed and blazing.

"Let's walk and talk why don't we?" Siren motioned to Wotan, the sorcerer just letting out a sigh and dissolving the magic box. A bright yellow muzzle formed around Kate's jaw and mouth, confirming her worst fear, and cuffs appeared around her wrists. A short chain dangling from them. Which Siren grabbed and pulled immediately.

Kate glared holes into the back of the woman's head from a step behind her, stumbling whenever she yanked a little too hard. Kate's shorter legs making it hard to keep up with Siren's long strides.

"You're so docile, besides your little tantrum earlier, I'm disappointed. I would of thought you had more fight in you." The disappointment she spoke of clear in her tone, as if talking to a baby. It pissed Kate off. "You were lucky enough to inherit the sonic scream, I would of thought you'd use it more." Siren's tone turned sour, her jealousy clear but alarm bells were ringing in Kate's ears. How did she know it was hereditary? "It's a shame all that power is going to waste." Siren sighed, coming to a door in the hallway they had just entered. Opening the door, yanking Kate forward and shoving her inside.

There was something itching in the back of Kate's brain as she slammed into a wall, her shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. The muzzle muffling her grunt, Kate keeping her glare leveled at Black Siren once she was steady on her feet.

"What? Don't recognize my voice? Is your memory that bad? Or are you just not very smart?" Black Siren pouted, her lithe arms crossing over her stomach.

And then it clicked, and it obviously showed in her eyes as Black Siren's lips curled up into a menacing smile.

"There it is, I knew you weren't hopeless. You are my daughter after all." Black Siren stepped into the room, reaching forward and brushing the back of her hand like air across Kate's cheek, "My Delilah." Kate jerked away, only to have Siren's shark nails digging into her skin a moment later as the woman's fingers latched around the muzzle and forced Kate to look at her in the eyes. Eyes that were incredibly similar to Kate's. Her hair the same shade of light blonde, with the same nose and shape of their lips. "I've come to bring you home, so be a good girl and stay put. We have a lot to talk about, but I need to go dispose of the Justice Leagues brats first."

Black Siren booped Kate's nose as she grinned like a maniac, turning on the ball of her heeled boots and strutting out of the room. Kate in too much shock to make a rush for the door. Eyes drilling holes into the floor where Siren once stood as the truth set in. Her eyes burning as tears tried to fight to the surface, her knees shaky, threatening to collapse under her weight.

For her entire life all she had ever wanted was for her parents to magically appear and tell her they loved her and that they had made a mistake giving her up. Show up and take her into their arms and take her home to a house where she didn't have to share a room and a bathroom with twenty other girls and hide her things and food for fear they would get stolen. All she had wanted was this, to have her parents back, to have her mom back and be happy....

But now, now all she felt was sick.

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Kate didn't know how long she had been in that room, pacing, trying to break free from her magical restraints. Her head jerking to look at the door when she heard rushed footsteps clanging on tile.

Robin rushed down the hallway, watching security footage with M'Gann right behind him, skidding to a stop he pointed at the door in front of them. M'Ganns eyes flash a bright green and the door crumples in. A flash of blonde and raised fists bolted out of the door, being caught by Robin.

"It's us Kate. It's us. You're okay." Robin held onto her tight, giving himself that moment of relief before pushing he back, taking in the magical muzzle and cuffs and puffing out a breath, "Well this complicates things. I was hoping with Wotan out of the building those would disappear but I guess not." The Boy Wonder's teeth gnashed in frustration, "But we make do. Come on, we gotta go."

Kate's wrist was grabbed by Robin and M'Gann and her shared a glance, M'Gann smiling largely out of relief. But that was all they got before they were running. Robin throwing disk after disk at the plant, handing more to M'Gann who used her telepathy to disperse them over the large plant. M'Gann then telekinetically lifting both Robin and Kate up to the top of the building, Kate stumbling slightly once being put down. The blonde not trusting the glass to hold her weight the same way Robin was.

"Timber" Robin muttered, pressing a button on his wrist computer and Kate grinned under the muzzle, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The explosion behind them must have been epic, Kate was sure.

Poison Ivy screaming from the ground and sending plants in their direction, which M'Gann took care of, only to be hit by a blast from Ultra-huminite.

"I told you to stay put!" The artificially created sonic scream came barreling at Robin and Kate, Robin pulling her with him as he ducked to the side. Ultra-Huminite sending more blasts their way, Joker right behind him, as Kate and Robin ran.

Grabbing M'Gann before having to scatter away from another blast from Ultra-humanite, Kate had never felt more like a burden. Bound and in civies, no way to defend herself in this situation, purely relying on Robin and the others to make sure she wasn't murdered by a bunch of super-villains. Her good school shoes now ruined by Bayou mud, which was seeping into her socks more and more with each step in the brown, ankle high water.

Left only to watch as her friends fought and failed against the villains. Robin and her getting split up by a wall of vines, Black Siren steaming with Emily-Delilah behind her.

"Bad girl." Siren grit out, releasing a sonic scream that blew Kate into a tree, the girl crumpling into the mud, getting hit with another scream while her world turned. All Kate could hear was ringing, all she could feel was the pain in her head as her brain tried to process the frequency of pitch she was being assaulted with. Her whole body ached, threatening to explode under the force of the artificial, yet powerful ability. Only to then be struck by what looked like lightning, her whole body felt like it was on fire, radiating out from her chest and spreading through her torso and limbs. Her screams muffled by the muzzle and threatening to turn sonic.

But as soon as it started it was over, Kate huffing as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. Seeing a blurry Aqualad in the distance, holding something over his head, her vision was swimming too much for her to actually see what it was.

"No! Aqualad, don't!" Wally's panic cut through her like a knife as she tried to crawl closer to her friends. Her ankle being stomped on by Emily-Delilah, the girl's face above her twisted into a sick grin. Left to watch as Wally is punched by Black Adam into a tree, her yell covered by her restraints. Having to look away at the ray of blinding light that followed. Emily-Delilah knocked back from it, cursing as she held her hands over her eyes.

"I can't see!"

Kate's vision cleared just in time to see Doctor Fate, in all his glory, right where Kaldur was standing. The realization was like ice water down her back. Watching with wide eyes, glittering with water on her lashes, as Doctor fate put Wotan in golden chains and her binds were lifted.

"No." She whispered brokenly, knowing that Kaldur was never coming out of that helmet. Her heart was sinking with the knowledge. But Wotan was one of many and that fact was made clear when Emily-Delilah came rushing at Kate. The blonde flipping onto her back and using Emily's momentum against her, kicking her hip and grabbing her outstretched arms. Throwing the girl behind her and into a tree headfirst. When she didn't get up again Kate struggled to her feet, staring down Black Siren with murder in her eyes.

"Little girl wants to play now huh? Now that the training wheels are off?" Black Siren chuckled, centering herself and softening her knees, "Come at me."

And Kate did. Rushing the older woman and swinging at her. Siren dodging her hits and sweeping her leg out at Kate's feet. The girl jumped, spinning mid-air and landing a heel driven kick to the woman's temple. Landing in a three-point stance with a smirk before taking in a deep breath, "I've been waiting to do this all night."

Her scream was loud, a higher frequency than she had achieved before. Her hatred and anger fueling her to push harder, until she saw the tech collar around Black Siren's neck crack and shatter. The woman's hands over her ears as she cried helplessly. Completely at Kate's mercy, as blood dribbled through her fingers from her ruptured eardrums.

Kate would have kept going if not for the batarang that embedded itself in the tree behind Black Siren. Sufficiently cutting off Kate in surprise, the girl whipping around to see Dinah and Oliver on a platform created by Green Lantern. The girl finally feeling like she could take a deep breath in hours.

"It's over." Batman declared as him and the rest of the justice league landed. Kate barely keeping herself from rushing at Dinah and Oliver. Not even able to take satisfaction in the raised hands of the supervillains that had made her life difficult today.

"There will be another day." Count Vertigo graveled out from beside Poison Ivy.

"Another day? Another?!" The Joker started, screaming like a toddler in a store that wanted a toy and their parent said no, "There won't be another day! Not for any of us!" He broke into laughter and raised his hands, the gloves lighting up. Kate's eyes blew wide and she screamed.

"No!" The sonics shattered the gloves, but the command had already been sent. Plant vines rose from the bog, large red sacks growing quickly on each vine in clusters and exploding. Releasing a green gas into the air.

"Joker venom spores! Don't breathe!" Batman ordered. Kate holding her breathe as ordered. Watching as batman punched Joker, only to be faced with a wall of the poisonous gas. Kate thought it was over, they were done for, until Doctor Fate was suddenly in the air with a golden Ankh as tall as he was in front of him. Sucking up the gas, saving them from death by laughter.

"Fate has Intervened!"

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"What were you thinking! How could you let him put on the helmet?!" Wally raged, spitting at the team members who decided this course of action was a good idea. Kate stood back, still in shock, eyes stinging as she looked at Kaldur, "Nabu will never release him now. Kaldur will be trapped inside Dr. Fate forever."

This was a fact she knew the second she saw Kaldur put on the helmet, her friend was gone forever. Clenching her jaw, she refused to cry in front of everyone. A sudden warmth threading through her fingers and clutching her hand tightly anchored her. Not needing to glance to her left to know it was Robin. Kate holding on just as tight as she let out a breath, heavy with heartbreak.

And then Doctor Fate was taking off the helmet and in a flash of light Kaldur was back in front of them again. Kate breaking away from Robin and launching herself at the Atlantean, throwing her arms around his waist as she called out his name.

"Nabu let you go?" Wally asked with gleaming eyes.

"He almost did not," Kaldur smiled gently down at Kate, placing a hand on top of her head before looking back at Wally, "But your friend Kent was most helpful. He says hello."

Kate pulled away from Kaldur, face slightly flushed as she realized what she did, but couldn't find it in herself to care all that much as she smiled so wide her cheeks hurt up at the member of her family she thought she had lost. Kaldur placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"We're done here." Batman broke up the moment, Kaldur's hand falling off Kate's shoulder as they all turned to face the dark knight, "The Super-Villain secret society has been neutralized. As for your performance..."

Kate glanced to Wally beside her, her grin falling from her face in apprehension.

"It was satisfactory."

Kate's eyes went wide, like most of the team's did. The small girl holding out her arm to Wally, the speedster pinched it, making the girl hiss under her breath. The team all sharing looks and smiles of relief.

It was then that a flash of green caught Kate's eye and she turned on a dime, sprinting into Archer's already outstretched arms. Not caring about the mud all over her as he all but crushed her, his hand on the back of her head, petting her hair.

"Kate?" Oliver reluctantly put the girl down, masked eyes scanning her face with a tight look before a large smile took over his face as he watched Kate and Dinah collide. The woman crouching down to Kate's height and almost breaking a couple ribs. But Kate didn't complain. Not when she was back with Dinah, and everything was okay.

"Let's go home, okay? Yeah?" Dinah chuckled wetly, pulling back only far enough to hold Kate's face in her hands, eyes searching every inch of exposed skin for injuries. Letting out a heavy puff of air when she couldn't see any, leaning her forehead against Kate's for a second before pulling back and placing a swift kiss to the skin above her eyebrows, and another one on the crown of Kate's head as the woman stood to her full height.

All Kate could feel was light, happily crushed between Dinah and Oliver as they left the scene, waving to her team with the shouted promise of meeting them at the cave the next day.

Kate didn't want to leave Dinah's side once they got home, and it was the same for the woman, but Kate needed to get cleaned up and so after the fastest shower of her life. Kate laid in her bed, head in Dinah's lap as the woman gently brushed her damp hair away from her temple. Oliver sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg curled up under him as he let Kate play with his hand.

"Are you sure you're alright? No injuries, no blood?" Dinah stressed, taking her hand from Kate's hair and running it down the outside of the girl's arm before going back to its original spot.

"I'm sure." Kate answered quietly, still shaken from the day and both of the adults could tell.

"I'm sorry about your friend." Dinah broached gently, Oliver shooting her a scathing look, Dinah sending him on back.

"She was never my friend." Kate answered hollowly and Dinah swallowed harshly, concern splayed over her face like an open book.

"We don't have to talk about this right now, okay?" Oliver whispered, leaning down slightly to catch Kate's eye. "You've had a long day; you must be tired. We'll let you get some rest okay?" Oliver couldn't even start to get up before Kate's fingers turned to steel around his.

"Can you stay? Please? Both of you?" Kate's voice, in all the time that Dinah and Oliver had known her, had never sounded so fragile. So quietly desperate.

"Of course. We're not going anywhere, we promise." Dinah hugged Kate's body to hers, the family of three settling in for the night. Kate sandwiched between Dinah and Oliver. Snug as a bug and blissfully unaware of the adults struggle to fit in the small bed. They wouldn't be moving to save the world though.

"G'dnight, I'love you." Kate mumbled as she sank into the darkness of sleep. Warm, happy, and knowing she was safe.

Her light snores filled the room as Dinah and Oliver shared overjoyed smiles with happy tears glimmering in their eyes. Their family back together again, and that's all they'd ever need.

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