#2328

[soundsofpleasure]

by girlsflovtboyscry and existenceisaconcept

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 16, 2023

Lyrics (Original):

Check it out now

S.T.A.Y.C GO!

Iffy yo iffy yeah

이불 밖은 위험해

Let it go let it pass

좋은 것만 기억해

빙글빙 빙글뱅

안 돌리고 싶어 해

Listen up listen up

나다운 게 필요해

Let me go let me say

이제 그만 hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

나는 나 너는 너

전혀 문제없는걸

다른 것과 틀린 건 달라

동그라미 원하지

미래는 그 누구도 몰라 Nobody knows

어쩌지 I can’t be

어디로 튈지 몰라

Stupid stop

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

참 많은 걸 꿈이 말야

가끔 세곤 해

궁금한 건 참지 못해

그냥 해볼래

제멋대로래 가끔

생각 없어 보인대

어쩌겠어 뭘 해도

난 절대 안 변해

Let me go let me say

이제 그만 hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

나는 나 너는 너

전혀 문제없는걸

다른 것과 틀린 건 달라

동그라미 원하지

미래는 그 누구도 몰라 Nobody knows

어쩌지 I can’t be

어디로 튈지 몰라

Stupid stop

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

They say I’m in trouble

사라질 거품뿐인걸

너무 흔들리지 마

That’s me

So what

다르면 어때 특별한데

Lyrics (English Translation):

동그라미 원하지

미래는 그 누구도 몰라 Nobody knows

어쩌지 I can’t be

어디로 튈지 몰라

Stupid stop

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

Check it out now

S.T.A.Y.C GO!

iffy yo iffy yeah

Danger beyond the blanket

let it go let it pass

Only remember the good

Ring around, round and round,

Don’t want to spin it round

listen up listen up

I need something being me

let me go let me say

Now please stop hate or hate

hello hello punch you like a 808

I am me and you are you,

there’s no problem at all

Being different and being wrong is different

What we all want is circles

No one knows the future Nobody Knows

What should I do, I can’t be,

things are unpredictable

stupid stop

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’ve got so many dreams

that sometimes I count them

I can’t stand my curiosities,

I’m going to try

They say I do what I want,

sometimes I seem reckless

So what,

whatever I do I will never change

let me go let me say

Now please stop hate or hate

hello hello punch you like a 808

I am me and you are you,

there’s no problem at all

Being different and being wrong is different

What we all want is circles

No one knows the future Nobody Knows

What should I do, I can’t be,

things are unpredictable

stupid stop

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

They say I’m in trouble

But they’re all bubbles to disappear

don’t let it get to you

That’s me

So what

What if I’m different, I’m special

Lyrics (Romanization):

What we all want is circles

No one knows the future Nobody Knows

What should I do, I can’t be,

things are unpredictable

stupid stop

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

Check it out now

S.T.A.Y.C GO!

Iffy yo iffy yeah

ibul bakkeun wiheomhae

Let it go let it pass

joeun geonman gieokhae

binggeulbing binggeulbaeng

an dolligo shipeo hae

Listen up listen up

nadaun ge piryohae

Let me go let me say

ije geuman hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

naneun na neoneun neo

jeonhyeo munjeeomneungeol

dareun geotgwa teullin geon dalla

donggeurami weonhaji

miraeneun geu nugudo molla Nobody knows

eojjeoji I can’t be

eodiro twilji molla

Stupid stop

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

cham maneun geol kkumi marya

gakkeum segon hae

gunggeumhan geon chamji mothae

geunyang haebollae

jemeottaerorae gakkeum

saenggak eopseo boindae

eojjeogesseo mweol haedo

nan jeoldae an byeonhae

Let me go let me say

ije geuman hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

naneun na neoneun neo

jeonhyeo munjeeomneungeol

dareun geotgwa teullin geon dalla

donggeurami weonhaji

miraeneun geu nugudo molla Nobody knows

eojjeoji I can’t be

eodiro twilji molla

Stupid stop

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

They say I’m in trouble

sarajil geopumppuningeol

neomu heundeulliji ma

That’s me

So what

dareumyeon eottae teukbyeolhande

Songwriter:

donggeurami weonhaji

miraeneun geu nugudo molla Nobody knows

eojjeoji I can’t be

eodiro twilji molla

Stupid stop

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

Chang Il Son / Flyt / Joo Young Song / Sean Kwang Seob Rhee / Seung Hyeon Jeon

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

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[albertxylin]

Sinkhole

You are greedy. Always wanting more. Always doing more. Always needing to be more. If you aren't enough now, You never will be. You cannot fix a sinkhole just by filling it up.

[jula483]

February 14th 2023 vs February 13th 2024

[lostdrarryfics]

hi! there was a fic about culinary drarry and harry was the chef to a restaurant secretly and the whole wizarding world didn't know he was the chef as he kept it secret, and he later revealed it to draco who said he was in love with that chef not knowing that it was harry bc it was draco's fav restaurant sorry ik this is a long shot, thanks for your help!

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[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“I think the way people overreacted to Adrien's high-road advice has to be one of the most embarrassing ML fandom moments. Like, the way salters depict how the scene went vs how it actually went in the show is so Night and Day, it makes you wonder if they're paying attention to the show.”

[chemiosmotic]

queued some old posts today

[mythicalshipping]

When your bff consulted his wife instead of you the first time he got a hemorrhoid. 

[lallyloo]

[x]

[gmmfashion]

hi do you know where link and rhett’s sweaters were from in good mythical more #2328? thanks!

Rhett- Beams Plus Knit Polo Shaggy 9G in Mustard

Link's- Nice as Heck Mohair Bark Cardigan from their Fall '22 collection.

[pesterloglog]

Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam

Act 5, page 2328

cuttlefishCuller [CC] began trolling grimAuxiliatrix [GA]

CC: )(-ELLO!

GA: Hey

CC: KANAYA )(I!

CC: Glub glub glub glub glub!

CC: 38)

GA: You Seem More Excited Than Usual

GA: Or Less

GA: I Cant Tell

GA: Help Me Tell Without Saying Glub

CC: Glub glub glub glub glub glub glub!

GA: Im Going To Type This Face Now

GA: :?

GA: Even Though No One Knows How To Make A Mouth Do A Question Shape Like That

CC: )(a)(a sorry!

CC: I cant really control t)(e glubs.

GA: Yes You Can

GA: But Thats Fine You Can Glub To The Content Of Your Collapsing And Expanding Bladder Based Aquatic Vascular System

GA: If It Means You Are Excited About Something

CC: I AM -EXCIT-ED!

GA: Ok Why

CC: -Everyt)(ing we are about to do next is exciting.

CC: It is always exciting.

CC: I'm -EXCIT----------------ED!

CC: Pc)(ooooo.

GA: It Looks Like One Of Your Letters Got Away From You

CC: )(a)(a yea)( I really launc)(ed t)(at one.

GA: You Forked An Innocent D Loitering Over There By The Shout Pole Minding Its Own Business

CC: )(-E)(-E!

CC: Glub glub glub!

CC: )(-EY! Lets stop being retarded for a minute.

GA: Yeah Sure

CC: I am just worked up about t)(is game, it will be great.

CC: Ive been waiting a long time to get started! We all )(ave.

GA: I Thought So

GA: I Have Been Cloaked In A Mood Of Perpetual Anticipation For Some Time As Well

CC: We s)(ould compare notes. Even t)(oug)( we are on different teams!

GA: Well

GA: Not Really

CC: )(mm really?

CC: See t)(is is w)(y we s)(ould be comparing notes! 38O

GA: What Notes Would You Like To Submit For Comparison

CC: )(mmmmmm.

CC: Well I am going to join my team pretty late.

CC: I t)(ink I )(ave to!

CC: I will need to connect after my goofball moirail does so I can keep my goggles on )(is nefarious escapades.

CC: Its a toug)( job but its important! Everyone )(as an important job to do.

GA: Yeah

CC: Isnt t)(at w)(at youre doing too? Joining late to keep an eye on yours?

GA: I Dont Know For A Fact That She Is Mine

CC: )(a)(a youre not supposed to know for a FACT dummy!

CC: You just do w)(at you t)(ink is rig)(t and even if you were wrong t)(e worst t)(at )(appened was you )(elped somebody and )(elped t)(e w)(ole world too!

GA: I Know

GA: But What If I Dont Really Want Her To Be That

CC: Glub glub glub glub S)(RUG.

GA: Yeah Glub Glub Shrug Is The Right Attitude I Think

GA: Our Minds Are Already Made Up Anyway Arent They

CC: Yes probably!

CC: Your clouds tell you everyt)(ing so w)(at do you even )(ave to worry about?

GA: They Dont Tell Me Everything

GA: Just As I Am Sure She Doesnt Whisper Everything To You

CC: T)(ats true.

CC: O)( s)(ucks now Im going to get sad.

CC: S)(e will be gone soon. 38(

CC: T)(oug)( I guess it will be a relief not to )(ave to worry about keeping )(er voice down anymore!

GA: I Wonder If Any Other Kid On The Planet Has As Many Burdens In The Fire As You

GA: I Doubt It

CC: T)(ey arent burdens!

CC: Ok I guess t)(ey are )(a)(a.

CC: But I love t)(em and I wouldnt )(ave it any ot)(er way because t)(is is w)(y Im )(ere!

CC: On t)(at note I t)(ink Im going to go say goodbye to )(er. Maybe you s)(ould too w)(ile you )(ave t)(e c)(ance!

CC: Even t)(oug)( Ill see )(er again soon w)(ic)( still seems kind of strange to me.

CC: But t)(ats w)(y t)(is is all so -EXCITING!

CC: KANAYA BY----------------------------E!

cuttlefishCuller [CC] ceased trolling grimAuxiliatrix [GA]

[aspenmissing]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ || ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ || 2328 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ? ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ, ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ɪꜱ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ, ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ. ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴠᴏᴡꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

In a reality far from the one you knew, where timelines bled together like rivers meeting at an impossible delta, a singular existence wove its thread through the vastness of the cosmos. Y/N, untethered by time and space, gazed down at the lives of mortals, each existence a fleeting dance. To feel, to love, to exist in a body bound by fragile flesh—this, she yearned for. So, she descended.

She chose a world where ambition and brilliance sparked like the brightest of stars. A man named Viktor, consumed by intellect and an insatiable hunger for discovery, became the anchor for her desire. In his pursuit of knowledge, she saw a kindred spirit. And so, Y/N walked among them, cloaking herself in the mortal guise of a young woman.

But love, love was never meant for her. Not in the way mortals knew it.

Viktor, once a man of pure intellect, became obsessed with the paradox she posed—an immortal being in the form of a woman who could love him and yet, not be bound by love's chains. To possess her, to make her his, became his only desire, so he sought to bind her soul to his. He cast his magic upon her, tore her essence apart, and scattered the fragments of her being across infinite timelines. Every timeline, every version of him and her, became a reflection of the other. A perfect mirror, forever intertwined, but not whole.

Jayce, a man of conviction and heart, found himself caught in the ripples of their shattered reality. He had loved Y/N —before the fracture, before the magic and madness. In his own world, she had been his. They had shared quiet moments, whispered promises, and dreams of what could be. But now, standing in the ruins of a dystopian world where magic had twisted and broken everything, he saw her again. Not the same Y/N. No, she was far more than he remembered. Her eyes, once full of warmth, now shimmered with the weight of countless lives and deaths. She was a star, burned and torn by the very forces that had created her.

"Y/N?" Jayce’s voice trembled, a fragile whisper that echoed through the desolate air. He took a step forward, but the ground beneath him seemed uncertain, as though his very existence faltered with each movement. "How? What happened to you?"

Her hand gently rested atop a moss-covered statue, one that clutched a hammer, its stone face long weathered by time. She smiled, but it was a sad, bittersweet thing—an expression that carried the weight of untold stories, of lives lived in the quiet spaces between worlds. Her gaze met his, a soft understanding in her eyes, as if she were an embodiment of sorrow itself. "Spoilers," she replied, her voice light yet heavy, each syllable resonating like a distant, unspoken truth, the kind that could break a heart if you listened too closely.

Jayce’s breath hitched, his chest constricting in a wave of memories too painful to bear. "I watched you die," he choked out, the words as jagged as shattered glass. "In my arms."

A soft sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes were unyielding. "She was never truly gone," a voice interjected from behind them. Jayce spun, his heart hammering in his chest, to find Viktor stepping forward. Y/N offered him a quiet smile, one that seemed to span the distance between them.

Viktor’s voice was raw, thick with regret. "Not in the way you think. The Y/N you knew was just a shadow, a façade. But this..." He gestured toward Y/N, "This is who she truly is. She is everything now."

Jayce’s fists clenched at his sides, his frustration bubbling, threatening to spill over. "What did you do, Viktor?" His voice quivered with anger, disbelief twisting his every word. "What have you done to her?"

Y/N’s gaze softened, a tender sorrow lacing her every movement. She stepped toward Jayce, her presence like a quiet comfort in the face of the storm. "He wanted to keep me," she said, her voice almost a whisper, fragile with the weight of grief. "For both of you. But I wasn’t meant to be kept. I wanted to experience your world—the joy, the sorrow. So when I died, my body was gone, but not my essence, so I could return back to the cosmos...But Viktor… he couldn’t let me go."

Her words trembled with the weight of countless lifetimes, of loves both lost and found, of endings that stretched across infinite realities.

Viktor stepped forward, his voice shaking with the agony of a love that had consumed him. "I loved her. You loved her," he said, his eyes filled with an anguish that mirrored Y/N’s own. "I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again. Not after everything."

Jayce’s breath caught in his throat. "So, what? You ripped her from the world, tore apart time itself, just so you could have a piece of her?" His voice cracked, anger mingling with a profound sorrow. "Even if it means she dies in every universe, in my universe? Was this all just a game to you, Viktor?!"

Y/N’s gaze fell back to him, her eyes full of empathy and quiet understanding. She stepped closer, the weight of their shared pain settling between them. "No, Jayce," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It was never about games. Viktor couldn’t let me go. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing me again, so he did what he thought was the only way to keep me with both of you. But it wasn’t a choice made lightly. It wasn’t selfish. It was love, desperation, and grief all tangled together."

Her words lingered in the air, soft yet final, before she looked at Viktor with something unspoken, something he would never truly understand. She turned back to Jayce, her expression unreadable. "What happened to me… what Viktor did, it’s not something that can be undone. I am... part of something much larger now. When you return to your world, you'll see it for yourself. And I can't stay—not in the way you want me to. I know I’m not your Y/N, but I carry her memories."

She smiled sadly at the statue, her gaze distant. "I carry her love for you. But also for Viktor."

Her voice faltered, a quiet tremor of grief passing through her. "The timelines are shattered. The paths we walked are broken. But I’ll carry the memory of you both. I’ll carry the love, even if I can never return to it."

Viktor, standing beside her now, seemed to shrink under the weight of her words. His face was full of guilt, of an impossible sorrow he could never undo. "She’s right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What I did… it wasn’t control. It was about trying to save something that was already lost. I couldn’t let go."

He turned his gaze to Jayce, his eyes filled with raw grief. "I never meant to destroy what you had with her. I just… I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again."

Jayce’s anger flared once more, but it was tempered by a deep sense of helplessness. "You didn’t just tear her away from the world, Viktor," he said, his voice breaking, tears threatening to fall. "You tore apart everything we had together."

For a moment, Jayce turned to Y/N, his heart torn between love and confusion. His voice quivered, the weight of his grief pressing down on him. "We loved you. We still do. And we always will."

Viktor’s hands reached out, trembling, as if he could still hold onto the fading remnants of her presence. "You were everything to us," he whispered, his voice full of despair. "Don’t leave us again. Not like this."

Y/N’s gaze softened, the finality of her words hanging in the air. "And you were a beautiful experience," she said, her voice heavy with tenderness and regret. "But you were always a chapter in a story I could never finish."

Jayce's eyes filled with anguish, his fists clenching at his sides as he tried to hold onto the fleeting moments of her presence. His voice trembled as he spoke, raw and desperate. "We loved you. We still do, and always will." he whispered, the weight of the words pressing on him like a heavy stone. His breath hitched, the grief rising in him like a tidal wave he couldn’t escape.

Viktor, his eyes reflecting the same torment, stood motionless. His outstretched hands shook, as though he could still feel the remnants of Y/N’s essence slipping away from him. "You were everything to us." He took a hesitant step forward, as if testing whether he could hold onto something that was already vanishing

Y/N shook her head, her gaze soft yet filled with an unspoken regret. “And you were a wonderful experience,” she said, her voice filled with both tenderness and finality. “But you were always a chapter in a story that I could never finish.”

Jayce stood frozen, the ache in his chest unbearable. His heart screamed for her, for a chance to make things right, but he knew it was hopeless. She had lived a thousand lives, and in each one, she had died. For her, they were fleeting moments—wonderful, painful, but ultimately fleeting.

As Y/N’s form began to dissolve, fading into the air like smoke caught in a storm, Viktor reached out one final time, his hands trembling, desperate to hold onto something already slipping through his fingers. "Please," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Don’t leave us again. We can’t lose you. Not like this."

Her voice, soft and haunting, floated back to them, like the last note of a song carried by the wind. "You were everything to me, but I am not yours to keep."

And just like that, she was gone.

Jayce stood there, paralyzed, his heart torn between Viktor—whose love had shattered the very fabric of reality—and Y/N, whose presence had filled their lives with both light and shadow. There were no answers, no resolution, only the overwhelming weight of their loss.

Only silence.

Her absence hung in the air, the remnants of her essence scattering like stardust in the void.

Viktor stood beside him, eyes hollow with grief. The world around them was broken, twisted beyond recognition, a stark reminder of the sacrifice they’d made, of the love they had tried so desperately to keep. The weight of their shared history, of the pain they had caused one another, was unbearable, but Jayce could feel the shared longing between them—a desire to have held onto something that was always meant to slip through their fingers.

Jayce glanced at Viktor, their gazes meeting, silent understanding passing between them. They both knew: Y/N was never meant to stay. She had been a spark, a moment of warmth in their otherwise cold worlds, but in the end, she was a part of something far greater than them. Something beyond their grasp.

With one last, lingering look at the place where she had been, Jayce turned away, his steps heavy, each one harder than the last. Viktor hesitated but didn’t follow. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the space where she had vanished, as if hoping she would return, even though they both knew she couldn’t.

Jayce’s hand brushed against the moss-covered statue, the hammer in the statue’s grip catching his attention. Without thinking, he pried it free, holding it in his hands—a symbol of the bond they had shared, the weight of his love for both of them. As he held the hammer, he felt the echoes of the reality they had just left behind, the choice he had to make. If he didn’t act, if he didn’t find a way to restore balance to his own world, this fractured reality would become his—an endless cycle of loss, broken dreams, and unspoken grief.

Jayce’s heart clenched as he stepped toward the swirling portal that had opened in the air, ready to return to his own universe. As he passed through the rift, the world around him seemed to shift and flicker, like the last remnants of a fading dream. He could feel her, Y/N, her essence lingering in his thoughts, in his heart. She had been a part of him, of Viktor, and yet she was now something more—something eternal.

When Jayce emerged on the other side, back in his own world, the air was thick with tension. The hammer, now clasped firmly in his hand, pulsed with energy, its presence a reminder of what could happen if he didn’t make the right choices, if he didn’t act swiftly. The timeline he had witnessed—the future of a world where love had been corrupted and reality bent out of shape—was the future they could face. A world where Y/N’s sacrifice had meant nothing, where Viktor’s desperation had caused nothing but destruction.

Jayce’s fingers tightened around the hammer’s grip. He could feel the power of it—the weight of decisions yet to be made. If he didn’t find a way to heal the fractured timelines, if he didn’t make the right choice, their world could end up like the one he had just left behind. A broken place, where their love for each other would remain unfulfilled.

But Y/N, Viktor, and he—they still had time. There was still hope. And no matter what it took, Jayce would not let their love be consumed by the void.

As he stepped forward into his world, the hammer pulsed once more, the promise of what could be, and the burden of what must be done, weighing heavily in his chest.

He knew one thing for sure now: their love—his love for both of them—would not fade. It would endure, even across broken timelines, even through fractured realities.

And somehow, someway, he would find them again.

[that1emowitch]

Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.

Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.

WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?

(And I love it <3)

A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.

(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)

Word Count: 2328

Jason wants to scream.

Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.

But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).

Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".

Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.

Jason puts two fingers on Bruce’s wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least he’s not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.

Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.

Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"

Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.

Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...

"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.

Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.

He can't just leave him there, can he?

Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)

Jason smirks. It’s obvious which one’s the right choice.

Ten minutes later, Jason’s riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Tim’s bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.

They arrive at the warehouse where Black Mask’s goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, “Now, I’m going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?”

“Guns are bad,” Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jason’s helmet. “Just like clowns. And ducks.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this right now.

Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates they’re guarding, likely filled with ammo.

Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a ‘thud’ sound. “Surprise,” He grins, raising his guns.

“Aye, that’s Red Hood, ain’t it?” Comes a goon’s terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jason— they’re clearly untrained.

Suddenly there’s another thud behind him. “That’s a bucket, you morons!” Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide. 

In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.

Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.

Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.

Fuck, his helmet’s probably busted…

Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, “NO ONE HURTS MY SON!”

Then Bruce’s fist collides with the goon’s with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesn’t stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.

It warms Jason’s cold, (un)dead heart to watch that— to see his Dad fighting for him. It’s like they say, you’re most truthful when you’re drunk— or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.

Then another thought strikes him— Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. It’s going to claw at him, tear him up, and he’s going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.

Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. “B— Robin, stop!” He shouted, looking into the man’s domino-covered eyes.

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Robin?”

Jason points to Bruce’s Robin-themed cape and stock domino.

“Ah.” Bruce nods, pulling away. “You okay? Did you see any duck?”

“Duck?” Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.

“Stay here. And do not move.” Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.

He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how they’re going to get down.

He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.

Actually, scratch that, he doesn’t get paid at all.

“Wow, you guys are pathetic,” Comes Red Hood’s robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guy’s hanging on tight— he can wait.

He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. “Hood— Mr. Hood, please—” One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.

“Please. Mr. Hood was my father,” Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister. 

That’s when he hears another voice behind him (again)— “But I’m your father.”

Jason jumps, whipping around. “How did you— I didn’t even hear you come!”

Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.

Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.

“DUCK!” He yells, falling out of the way.

Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. “Where?!”

The bullet barely misses Bruce’s ear as he turns his head.

Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.

“What is up with you and ducks?!” He demands, his voice raised.

“Ducks are evil,” Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. “Just like clowns. And bats.”

Jason’s brows raise. “Bats are evil?”

“Yeah, duh, that’s why everyone’s scared of Batman.” Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. “Bats are scary.”

“You really took ‘become what you fear’ too literally, huh?” Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damage— just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.

“You know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.” Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands. 

“Yeah, right.” Jason shakes his head, chuckling. “Now come on, we gotta get you back.”

That’s when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. “Um, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, please—”

Jason’s attention snaps to the corner of the roof— ah, right, the goon’s still hanging off the edge, isn’t he?

He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like he’s pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…” On repeat.

“I’ll pull you up on one condition,” Jason looks down at him, voice low. “Never become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streets…” He pulls out his gun.

“No, no, I won’t, I swear…” The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.

“Take out your phone and dial 911, tell them you’ve been naughty,” Jason orders, his gun pointed at the man’s head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)

The man whines, and immediately obliges.

“Pathetic,” Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone he’s found.

“Get up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. We’re going home.” He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.

The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, “Did you know I ate a phone once?”

Jason stumbles slightly. “What?”

“Tasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.” Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.

That, or he's delusional.

“Don't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.” Bruce nodded very seriously.

“Oh god,” Jason snorts. “I'm so glad my helmet’s recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.”

“Black's a very, very pretty color.”

Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. “You're just emo.”

“What's emo?” Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.

“Y'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.” Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. “And listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.”

“Oh, oh!” Bruce's eyes sparkle. “Dickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.” He pouts.

Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. “Yeah, I wonder why.”

Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. “But, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?”

Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, “Now go.”

“Going,” Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave. 

He pulls into the underground ‘garage’ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruce’s ripoff domino and “cape”, he says sternly, “Now, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.”

Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. It’s a little creepy, honestly.

“And even if you remember this once you sober up you won’t talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.”

“Mhm. Kay.”

“Good.” Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skin’s still cold and clammy, but his breathing’s more steady. His pupils aren’t as small anymore, and he’s way more responsive than he was an hour ago.

Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.

Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. “Hey, uh… Did you really mean that, back there? That… That I’m your son?”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Yes, who else’s son would you be? Superman’s?”

A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older man’s. “I just…” He sighs, unable to form the right words. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but… I love you, Dad.”

“Aww, Jaybird…” Bruce’s hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. “I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.”

A small smile plays on Jason’s lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dad’s touch. Maybe… maybe babysitting a high Bruce isn’t so bad.

[BONUS!!!]

Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. He’s been ringing Jason’s phone for a while now, but he hasn’t been picking up. And… Honestly, Dick’s getting worried.

“Tt. I knew we shouldn’t have left Father’s safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,” Damian frowns, scowling.

“No, no, it’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. “I mean, we both know what Jason’s like. One moment he’s nice, one moment he’s—”

His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, who’s on the gurney— both asleep, with Jason’s head resting on Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.

“Aww, Little Wing…” Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. “Yeah, they’re okay. Nothing bad happened.”

[emmaiscool22]

Love Isn't Easy

Eustass Kid x female strawhat!reader

Warnings: angst to a teeny tiny amount of fluff, tipsy reader?, minor cussing, SOFT!KID (that's a warning itself lol), mention of a girl's night

this takes's place after wano (so minor wano spoilers!!!!) purely fictional and noncanon!!!

word count: 2328

I sit on a barrel watching Brook play his violin. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn’t help but feel the dread in my stomach. I take my eyes off Brook and to the shoreline of the island we stopped at. As soon as we ran into the Kid Pirates, Luffy declared that we were throwing a party despite Kid disagreeing. How he ended up getting Kid to agree, I have no idea. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” 

I jump, surprised at the voice. I crane my neck to look behind me, the stress leaving my shoulders when I realize who it is. 

“I am not sure if I am being honest, Robin,” I answer. 

She nods, sitting next to me. I move my eyes from her to the redhead across the ship, his laugh booming across the lively atmosphere. I move to take another sip of my drink, the burn doing nothing to settle the uneasiness in my belly. 

“You should talk to him.” 

“He already said what he wanted to,” I sigh, remembering his words on Wano.

Robin looks towards him and back at me, “What about you? Did you say what you wanted?”

Robin glances at Kid, noticing his eyes following me while my attention is focused on Brook. I take a big gulp of my drink, emptying it. I set it down next to me and grab another one, popping off the lid. I don't want to be here, I am in no mood for partying. 

“Whatever I do, I can’t get my mind off of Kid. It’s��ruining me, Robin,” I let my feelings out for the first time, “I can’t sleep, his words just repeat in my head.”

“I never loved you. I will never love you.”

I stand up, moving forward, stumbling slightly. “I am headed to bed.” 

Before Robin can say anything, I head towards the girl’s quarters. In the middle of my journey there, I am stopped by someone voicing my name. I know that voice. I wordlessly shake my head and continue, needing to get off the deck. He says my name again, closer this time. I need to get off this ship, I think. My march to the girl’s quarters changes directions to the beach. The laughter and music fade into the background the farther I get from the ship. I stop when I feel far enough away without losing sight of the ship. I nestle into the sand, hoping to stake a claim here for the rest of the night. My heartbeat slows as the sea breeze and the tide calm me down. 

“Why did you leave?” 

I stiffen. 

“I wanted some fresh air,” I mutter. 

He chuckles, “That’s a lie.” 

I didn’t say anything else. I want to scream at him, tell him everything that has been consuming me for the months since Wano. But I can’t. 

Kid plops down right next to me in the sand. “I might not like him, but Strawhat sure knows how to throw a party,” Kid gulps his drink, throwing the empty bottle in the sand.

I still say nothing. 

“So we not talkin’ or somethin’?” He asks, turning his body towards me.

I try to find the courage to say something, anything, but alas, nothing comes to mind.

He stares at me trying to catch my eyes that are firmly set on the rolling tide. After a couple of minutes, he speaks again

“You know,” he starts, “Heat and Wire miss your presence on the ship. Said that something is missing… I don’t know. I told them we knew you were only stayin' for 2 years but they got attached to you.”  

I couldn’t help but scoff and mumble, “All I did on your ship was complain about you and missing my friends.” 

“She speaks!” He shouts and laughs. 

I stare at him. I forgot how his smile covered his whole face, or how he would whip his arms around when he got excited. The muscles flex as his flesh arm waves around in the air. No. I can’t think about him, not like this. Not when he broke my heart. I move to stand up and wipe the sand off my legs. My feet taking me towards the ship once more. I didn’t want to be alone with him. Suddenly a hand grabs mine, pulling me back. 

“Leaving me so soon?”

I shiver at his words. I can feel tears beginning to slide down my face. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. Kid pulls at my hand once more to get me to turn around. He says something, but all I can hear is my heart trying to tear itself out of my chest. Suddenly, someone starts calling my name from the ship, pulling me out of my thoughts. 

“I have to go back,” I whisper, tugging my hand harshly out of his grip. 

I sway towards the calling voice, the alcohol still moving about my system. I can see Sanji leaning over the edge of the ship, looking down at the shoreline for me. A couple heads peek next to him, Robin, Chopper, and Luffy. I remember Robin's words from before: 

“What about you? Did you say what you wanted?”

I do have things I want to say. I spin around, catching Kid off guard. He looks at me with surprise at my sudden actions. “What are you doing?” he demands. 

“I don’t want to love you anymore.” I blurt out. 

His eyes widen. 

“I don’t want to love you, but for some reason I do, even though you hurt me. I fell in love with you during the two years I was on your ship, and I felt like you loved me. We spent every day training together, and hanging out, and I felt like we got close. I wish I was the one you thought about before you went to bed, or the one you wanted to spend your days with. But in Wano you told me the opposite after I confessed my love for you... Why won’t you love me back?”

It takes him a moment to speak, “let’s get you back,” he grumbles, “you’re drunk Y/N.” 

At his words, I cry harder and drop to my knees, his flesh hand grabs my shoulder, “Don’t touch me!” I sob. He tries to say something but his mouth just opens and closes. His metal hand comes to my other shoulder to hoist me up, but my words have him stumbling back. 

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!”

My hand grabs at the sand and chucks it towards him. My sobs ring out into the open air along with the faint sound of music and laughter. 

“I would listen to Y/N, Eustass,” a voice commands.

My eyes stay on the sand, while Kid’s head snaps towards the voice. A gentle hand rests on the shoulder in the place of Kid’s. A soft voice whispers, “You are okay Y/N, we are here for you.”

The hand begins to gently stroke my hair. I look up and lock eyes with Nami. 

“Can you stand up?” She asks. 

I nod my head slowly, planting my hands on the ground to push my body up. She wraps an arm around me and leads me towards the ship. 

“Y/N-” Kid starts but is cut off by Robin.

“You hurt her enough, don’t make it worse.” 

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“He’s an idiot, Y/N,” Nami states while she brushes my hair. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your night,” I sigh, “I could see you and Killer getting along.”

Nami laughs, “Oh Y/N, he couldn’t handle me.”

We both laugh, warmth coming to my chest as I smile. The silence that follows is comfortable, basking in each other's presence. A soft knock comes from the door, the door squeaking open, revealing Robin, smiling slightly. After a few moments of chit-chatting, Nami stands up.

“Let’s have a girl’s night,” Nami shouts, “I will ask Sanji to make us some snacks! We can do our nails and have a good time together!” 

I smile and nod, and Robin voices her agreement. Nami skips out of the room to find Sanji while Robin and I get out all of the nail polish. Once we settle onto the floor, I take a moment to look at her and gather up the courage to ask her the question I have been dying to know the answer to since the beach. Reading my mind, she states, “He didn’t hurt me,” she smiles, “After you walked away, he asked me to grab Killer and that was it.” 

I nod slowly as Nami bursts back into the room along with Sanji, who is holding out drinks and our favorite snacks. “Y/N-swannnnnn, Robin-swannn!” He guides the tray to us, “Here you are, my lovely ladies!” 

He hands us our drinks and snacks, and leaves the room, letting us know that he can make us anything else we want. For the next couple of hours, we pamper ourselves, doing our nails, and hair, and talking about our most recent adventures. 

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I toss and turn in bed, shoving the blankets off my legs. Laying there for a few moments, I cover back up, uncomfortably cold. Groaning, I decide to get up and make some tea, hoping it will help me sleep. I slip my sandals on, glancing at Nami and Robin to make sure I haven’t woken them. I slip out into the hallway, no one in sight. The Kid Pirates must have gone back to their ship at some point, I think. I make my way to the kitchen only to be stopped by the sight of a shadow by the head of the Sunny, “Luffy?” I whisper confused about why he was out here this late, moving my way toward the dark figure. 

“Sorry sweet cheeks,” Kid mutters, “I am not Strawhat.” 

I take a step back, startled by his presence, “K-kid, what are you doing here?” 

“I was thinking about you if I am being honest.”

I take another step back, the idea of tea lost in my mind, just hoping to escape to the solace of my bedroom.

“I am sorry for what happened on the beach,” Kid apologizes.

This stops me from moving. Kid apologizing? 

I find my voice, “Killer tell you to say that?”

“No,” Kid snarls, “I wanted to fucking apologize myself.” 

I take a deep breath and I dare myself to be bold, “What are you doing here?”

“I was practicing…” he trails off.

“Practicing?”

“I need to practice without Killer shoving words down my throat.”

“I don’t understand.”

He doesn’t respond and just looks at me. I suddenly feel self-conscious at his scrutinizing. We stand in the darkness for a few minutes, before he breaks the silence.

“You asked me why I didn’t love you back earlier.” He pauses before he continutes, “Umm, Killer told me I needed to sort out my thoughts and feelings before I talked to you again. But I hate the idea of not talking to you. When you confessed to me after I ran into you after escaping Udon, I was surprised. I couldn’t believe it. Why would you love me? I said the things I did to hurt you, I can’t have you loving me. I am incredibly selfish. As soon as you said it, I wanted to take you away. I wanted- I want you all to myself. But I hurt you instead of telling you the truth.”

Kid takes a deep breath, and grabs my hand. 

“The truth is, I realized that I have developed strong feelings for you. It started as a simple admiration, but over time, it has grown into something deeper. The way you make me laugh, the way you care for others, the way you fight, and the way you light up a room with your presence... it all captivates me. When you found me after Kuma separated your crew, I knew I was fucked. The look on your face when you asked if you could stay on the Victoria, I couldn’t say no. I knew I loved you the minute you told Heat off for stealing food from your plate one night at dinner. I am selfish for telling you this all now but -” 

I cut him off, “You love me?” 

He nods, “Yes.”

“And you’re not just saying it to say it 'cause it's what I want to hear?”

“I love you Y/N.”

“It would have saved me a whole lot of tears and heartache if you just told me.”

Kid nods again, “I know.”

“You hurt me.”

“I know.”

I take a bold step forward towards him and wrap my arms around him. His arms slowly wrap around my body, his warmth seeping into me. 

“It’s going to take me a while to forgive you, but thank you for telling me how you feel.”

“I understand,” Kid says, “but can I ask you something?”

I pull back from his embrace, enough to see his face staring down at me, “what is it?” 

“Can I kiss you?”

My heart hammers in shock. But slowly, I nod my head, not trusting my words. His flesh hand moves to cup my cheek while his metal one lays across the small of my back. He leans in halfway, his eyes searching mine for any sign of wariness. When he finds none, he closes the gap, his lips hovering over mine. I can feel the warmth of his breath and the slight tickle of his lips ghosting mine. I push my toes into the ground, leaning up to press my lips against his. His chapped lips move in sync with mine, but before either one of us can deepen the kiss, Kid pulls away, his forehead against mine. “I am sorry again for how I acted, I am going to try and make it up to you before our crew departs.” Kid mumbles. 

I don’t say anything, just take him in. I couldn’t forgive him just yet but I knew that I would love him forever. 

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, kopie, 23 juin 1825, 5e année, No. 404, (2328): Coeffure de l'invention de M.r Guillaume. Robe de blonde. Manteau de velours simulé brodé en perles. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

'Coeffure' designed by Mr Guillaume. Blonde dress (bobbin lace). 'Manteau' of 'velours simulé' embroidered with pearls. Accessories: tiara, necklace, brooch, bracelets, fan, long gloves. The print is a copy after No. 2328 from the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes (1797-1839).

[newtthetranswriter]

FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR FAIRY TAIL!!!

Would you mind writing a Loke/Leo x Celestial Spirit!Reader? Maybe they're one of the Chinese zodiacs and they met because they both joined Fairy Tail!

The reader traveled to the human world to seek out a worthy person to have their key, and that's when they met Loke. They knew that he was celestial spirit, but kept it a secret. They ended up dating before Lucy came along.

Eventually, Loke became contracted with her while the reader got contracted to Angel. That was because she found her key before the reader had the chance to give it to Lucy.

For the scenario, can you write something during the fight with Lucy and Angel, where Lucy summons Loke and Angel summons the reader? I'd prefer angst pls!!! Thank you!!!

Word Count: 2328

Paring: Loke/Leo x Celestial Spirit! Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of feelings of abandonment, possible ooc Loke, use of the nickname 'kitty' for both reader and Loke, reader's gender is never mentioned

A/n: Hello, I’m thankful for the request. I recently started a rewatch of Fairy Tail in preparation for the new series and realized how much I like Loke, so thank you for feeding my need for him. Anyway I decided to make the Reader the Tiger Zodiac from the Chinese Zodiac because I thought it’s be fun to put the two big cats together. Also because they likely wouldn’t call it the Chinese zodiac I called the Eastern Zodiac because the more Asian inspired parts of Fairy Tail were referred to as being from the Eastern Continent, just so it makes sense. Well without further ado, I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate. 

  The Jade Zodiac Keys are much harder to come by as not many wizards know of their existence so for one of us to get contracted we have to do the leg work. I personally grew impatient and decided to go find my key and then find a wizard I trusted with it. So, I left in search of my key and wizard.

   It was long after I left, when I heard that one of the Golden zodiac spirits was banished from our home. Being the curious spirit I am, I went in search of the banished spirit. Eventually I stumbled upon a guild hall in the small town of Magnolia. Entering the Fairy Tail guild hall, I was immediately drawn to a ginger wizard surrounded by women. If it wasn’t for the familiar energy radiating from him I would have thought he was just another wizard, but being a spirit myself I was easily able to tell what he really was.

  I quickly approached the table, catching the attention of the group. “Excuse me but could I speak with you for a moment?” I asked, picking up on the fact that he was likely hiding his true nature from those around him.

  The ginger froze, likely figuring out what I was the same way I picked him out of the crowd. “Sure, who am I to deny a lovely creature like you, my attention.” His voice came off as flirtatious but there was an underlying hint of worry. He waved off the women, ignoring their whines, before standing up. “But, uh, not around here. Follow me.” With that he motioned for me to follow him out of the hall.

   After walking for a few minutes in tense silence we reached a small clearing just outside of town. “So, did the Celestial Spirit King send you to kill me?” He said, turning to look at me over the edge of his glasses. “He finally decided that it would be easier than having a rogue spirit running about.” He was stating it like it was fact.

   “No actually, I heard that one of the twelve golden zodiacs got banished and wanted to see if it was true.” I started earning a confused look. “So, what did the great and powerful Leo do to get exiled from his home among the stars?” I asked, while leaning against a tree.

   I didn’t miss the slight glare he sent at my mockery of his title. “What’s it to you? Do you think I would really believe you came all the way from the celestial world to ask why I got banished?” He now sounded defensive. “Also it’s Loke now, I left the name Leo behind.” 

  “First,I didn’t leave the Celestial world just for you. If I just wanted to know what happened I’d have asked around there. Second, The jade keys that are bound to the Eastern Zodiacs are nearly impossible to find. So, I set out to find my key. Once I do that I’m gonna find a wizard I can trust to make a contract with.” I explained to the confused spirit.

  He still looked confused but spoke up. “So, what exactly is the point of taking the time to find me? Just go find your key and leave me to enjoy what time I have left.” Loke said. “Why waste your time and energy to come talk to me, if it’s so difficult to find your stupid key.” 

  I looked at him shocked. “Put the claws away kitty. If I had any idea where my key was I wouldn’t be here. I came searching for you because I figured we could help each other out.” I stated.

  “How exactly can you help me? Once I run out of magic I’m dead, unless you can somehow convince the King that I didn’t do anything wrong, there’s nothing you can do to help me.” He turned away, getting ready to walk away.

   I nodded, moving away from the tree. “You’re right, I can’t convince the King you did nothing wrong. Because I have no clue what you did in the first place. But what I can do is share my power with you to give you more time.” I said placing my hand on his shoulder, demonstrating my proposal by pushing a wave of my own magic through him. He looked over his shoulder at me confused. “I can still return to the Celestial world whenever I need to recharge, you on the other hand won’t last much longer here without a supply of power. So, I’ll give you some of my magic every now and then, if you promise to help me find my key?” I asked hopefully.

   Loke thought for a minute, before responding. “Sure, I’ll help you. But once we find your key, I want you to forget about me, and let me die in peace.” He sounded like he already accepted he was going to die sooner or later, and he was just agreeing knowing I would be persistent. I nodded in agreement. “Also, no one knows that I’m a spirit, the guild thinks I’m just a normal wizard. I don’t care if they know that you’re a spirit but no one and I mean one is to know what I am. Got it?”

   “Whatever you say, Kitty. It will probably be easier for us if people think I’m also just a wizard, anyways.” I answered. “So, Loke, shall you introduce me to the guild I’ll be joining?” I asked, moving to walk in front of him.

   He just rolled his eyes. “Yeah whatever. Just stop with the Kitty shit.” With that we made our way back to the guild hall.

   Time skip to shortly before Lucy joins Fairy Tail.

   It has been almost three years since I joined Fairy Tail. Loke and I have spent the time going on jobs and becoming closer, while also searching for my gate key. Though somewhere along the way my priorities changed. I was no longer worried about finding my key, I instead was focused on keeping Loke around for as long as possible. We had grown extremely close fairly quickly.   

   After only three months of working together, Loke asked me out on a date. During which he told me about why he was banished and told me that if that changed how I felt he would understand. Though he had nothing to worry about because after he finished his story, I pulled him close and promised that I would stick by his side. I had told him that had it been me, I would have likely done the same. With our new found understanding and bond we became almost inseparable.

  Unfortunately for us, good things never last long. We had just finished up on a tough job and I had expended a great deal of my power. “Hey Loke, I’m going to return to the Celestial world for a bit to recharge. I’ll be back soon, Ok?” I said leaning on his shoulder as we sat waiting for a train to take us back to Magnolia.

  “Yeah, ok. I’ll tell the guild you aren’t feeling well and decided to go home.” He said with a nod. “Don’t take too long though, I don’t know if I can cover for three months again.” There was a slight chuckle in his voice at the reference to the one time I forgot that a day in the celestial world is three months in the human world.

  I laughed as well. “That was one time. Well I’ll be off. I love you and remember to stay safe Kitty.” I said placing a kiss to his forehead making sure to transfer the little extra power I had left, just in case I did take longer to recover than I planned. As I faded I heard a quiet ‘i love you too, kitty’ and couldn’t help but smile at our shared nickname for each other.

  After resting for a few hours and recharging my power I started to get ready to return to Loke. But I was stopped by a familiar sensation that I hadn’t felt in so long. Before I could even register what was happening, I was pulled through the gate and was now face to face with white haired woman. One hand was on her waist while the other held a familiar green key.

  “So you’re Y/n the Jade Tiger.” She said in a cold tone. “You are now my spirit and you will do as you’re told.” She said leaving no room to argue. Before I could speak she looked at me, noticing the guild mark on my hand. “Oh, you’ve been playing human have you? Well that’s over now. If I find out you returned to that reached guild, I’ll make sure you regret it.” It was clear from her tone that she was not one of the nice Celestial wizards. She viewed spirits as property and nothing more. “Now gate close, you better be ready to fight when I call you.”

   Returning to the celestial world after being summoned was an odd feeling after spending so long coming and going whenever I chose to. I looked around my small section of the Celestial world trying to figure out how to return to Loke. I was now contracted to a wizard and though I had no say in the contrat it was now set, I had to obey her wishes. If I went against them, I would be exiled for breaking the contract and then there would be no way to help Loke. So, I resolved myself to sitting and waiting to be summoned, hoping that I could convince my new wizard to allow me to visit Loke if only once to explain what has happened.

   Time skip to Lucy Vs. Angel

   No matter how hard I tried to convince Angel to allow me on final visit to my old guild, she would never let it happen. It was fruitless to try and argue with her, so I just hoped Loke knew I didn’t abandon him. I worried constantly that he would fade away while I was away and just hoped that one day I could see him again.

   My prayer to see him again was answered in a way I never expected. I had been sitting talking to one of the other Jade Zodiacs, when I was summoned. The trip between worlds always throws off my senses when I'm summoned, but once I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings I froze. Standing just feet in front of me was none other than Loke. His hair was longer now, and he was wearing a nice suit, but I could never forget those eyes.

   “Loke, you’re okay. I was so worried about you.” I said moving to get closer to him.

   I watched as a river of emotions flashed across his face. “I see you found your key, good for you.” It seems he settled on indifference for our reunion. 

   The blonde standing behind him looked at him confused. “You know this spirit Loke? Is she one of your friends?” She asked him.

   “I know this spirit, or at least I thought I did. And no she’s not my friend.” It felt like I had been stabbed in the heart, hearing the malice that laced his voice.

   Before I could speak again and explain myself, Angel spoke up. “Enough, I called you here to fight, not wallow in the past now take out Leo and kill that wizard so I can take her keys.” Her words caught everyone's attention.

   I turned away from Loke, looking to the wizard I was contracted with. “You can’t expect me to fight him, anyone but him.” I said, holding back tears.

   “You will fight whoever I tell you to fight. Now fight him.” Angel said clearly not wanting to deal with my defiance

   I was about to retort but was interrupted by a wave of yellow light washing over me. Turning quickly I saw Loke preparing to fight. “What are you doing Loke? I can’t fight you. I know it seems like I abandoned you but I didn’t I promise. Please listen to me for five seconds.” I begged, as I began deflecting the punches Loke was sending my way.

   “I don’t want to hear it. You broke your promise, you never came back. I almost died and you were nowhere to be found, had Lucy not been there I would be dead.” He spat as he continued throwing punches. I didn’t even have a chance to speak between deflecting his attacks and the words that honestly hurt more than any punch could. “I waited for you for months, saying that it was probably just taking longer for you to recharge. I waited in our apartment for you to show up and you never did. You abandoned me and now you’re contracted to this bitch, doing her dirty work. I thought you were going to give your key to someone you could trust.”

   He only stopped when I lost my footing falling flat on the ground. “I never meant to be gone for so long. I tried to come back but I couldn’t. You have every right to hate me for leaving you when you needed me.” I said, holding back tears. “I’m just glad someone was able to save you.” Sitting up slightly, I turned to look at the blonde wizard that held Loke’s key. “I guess I should thank you for saving Loke.” I finished with a said smile. Before I could say more or hear a response, Angel closed my gate sending me back to the celestial world. Back among the stars, I prayed that Loke and his wizard would beat Angel. Even if I know that Loke will likely never accept my apology, I hope that he will someday know that I never meant to abandon him.

EDIT: part 2 is out now