#Alfred is the real boss of this house

[lunewolf13]

Random reporter who is doing live interviews with random people: Mr. Drake! Would you give us a moment of your time?

Tim, who only went out so he could get a treat from his favorite coffee shop: Sure.

He agreed easily enough. There's just one problem: Tim is currently very sleep deprived and just wants to leave, so he does not have a filter

Reporter: So now—

Tim: Time's up. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date.

The reporter is left speechless and this live recording is going viral on the internet.

In Tim's perspective, he had politely smiled, charmingly said "I have a date with coffee" and sauntered off like the cool guy he is.

In reality, the camera caught Tim's bloodshot eyes twitching and with a smile that just screams "I will kill you in your sleep if you get between me and the caffeine." Then Timothy Drake-Wayne turns and hobbles away, looking worryingly close to passing out.

The video is added to everyone's Blackmail file on Tim, and Alfred has made it mandatory to log how long you sleep. Not just for Tim, but for everyone. Or else, no post-patrol snacks. And especially no cookies.

[vulnonapix1234]

The lack of cursed Tim Drake stories/aus is honestly unbelievable.

He grew up in a house full of Archeological findings, mostly alone without any adult supervision.

Anyway. I have one that isn't as angsty as it could be, in which he doesn't get cursed out of maliciously, but because of kindness.

The curse was held in a wolf statue and gifted him the ability to turn into one. But only if his emotions get out of hand. Be it happiness, fear, or anger.

So he trained himself to control his emotions, as his wolf side was quite handy for his bird-watching hobby.

(He also ends up with quite the resting bitch face because of this. It also helped him a lot as Robin)

But he also needs to shift from time to time or else he'll get... a bit irrational.

Then he becomes Robin and Bruce, the best detective in the world, has no idea about his true nature.

The only people that know are Alfred, Cass, and Jason.

Alfred found out on one of his "check ins" With Tim. He used to visit him daily with an nice lunch packet to make sure he was alright and the first time he did, Tim was so surprised that he spawned tail and puppy ears.

Cass is his cuddle buddy. They are like siblings and love each other. Tim is also aware that someone must know. For case of emergency.

Jason wanted to cripple his replacement and got body checked by an overgrown puppy. Like Tim got so happy that his packmate was still alive that he couldn't control himself. The shook was enough to snap him out of the pit madness

(Jason: does dad know?

Tim: dad?

Jason: I meant Bruce.

Tim: ew. That's my boss.)

The rest of the batfamily doesn't know, but is still influenced by his ferral wild side.

Mostly Damian. Because Tim can't take this tiny Puppy seriously. He is a baby and part of his Pack. Tim also doesn't get that he is trying to murder him. He seriously thinks that Damian is initiating play fights and he, as a good big brother, indulges in it. These playfights are actually pretty good for Damian.

It helps with his murderous tendencies and it became more playing than fighting quickly.

These Play Fights help a lot with stress and anxiety for the both of them.

Dick isn't aware that they are playing. He seriously thinks that they dislike each other as if Tim wouldn't pull Damian into Bruces' bed whenever they had a bad patrol.

Also, his relationship with dick is a lot more open.

He gets that he sounded like a lunatic. He understands that Damian is the new pack puppy that needs to be watched 24/7.

But he also knows that his big brother loves him a lot and that he gives the best hugs. He loves him with all his heart and trusts him with his life.

Tim is protective of Duke. He is still new to the pack and the villigate life. That he patrols all alone gives him a lot of anxiety and he often follows him in wolf form. Duke thinks that he is a lost stray and always has some jerky for him.

The only person that Tim has a bit of a problem is Bruce. Because he is eternally torn between "this is a work relationship and he is my boss" and "Papa who gives me loving head pats". It's a real struggle for him.

[dceuheadcanons]

I'm entirely failing College and yes I should be focusing on that BUT!! I have another fic idea. One based off of my maladaptive daydreams, specifically. Mafia boss/club owner/crime lord & street kid Bruce Wayne AU. Based mainly around the The Batman 2022 and Gotham (series) timelines, along with Telltale Batman, with my own elements mixed in of course.

Selina gave him the Bat nickname, to conceal his real identity as a street kid. How did he become a street kid? Wayne Enterprises execs stealing all of his money and his house. Alfred tried to help, but he couldn't do anything about it and Bruce ended up on the streets.

It's sort of if Bruce was Jason, I guess. He adapted to the streets quickly, and at age 22 he started to take revenge on people. Before that, he had actually been actively asked by The League of Assassins to train with them. They wanted someone as vengeful and willing to do anything to survive as him on their side. Unfortunately.. he didn't really like how strict they were. He killed Ra's and allowed Talia to become the leader, returning to Gotham after.

He still adopts most of his kids! Not officially, but he uses his club to help people out. Shelter people that need it, feed people that need food, etc.

So!! Hopefully I actually finish the fic considering.. College. But hopefully my bad luck as of late means I actually do it.. the ao3 author life has found me lmao.. And yes I did write all of this in a class.

[camillomea]

night lotus 2 wooden sword -part2

When Thea finally got out of the bathroom after taking a shower and getting dressed, Cass was still there. She was looking at the window, it was a little different from the windows in the house. The window was just inside and was full of perches. Cass looked at it in surprise and said "birds". Thea said "Oh you saw the perches". Cass went over to the window and looked at it curiously. Tim took out some bird food from a drawer with his hand. Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. Thea asked "Who". Jason asked "It's me. Are you free shrimp?" Thea sighed at the name but said "Yes you can come in I am free". Jason opened the door "Hey shrimp. Alfred is calling for dinner and asked me to let him know when the tea is ready" Thea said "Okay I'll come just to fill the feeders" Cass said "Me too" she fumbled with the sleeve of her pajamas. Thea asked "Do you want to help" Cass said "Yes". Jason said "Good room shrimp do you need help?" He came over to them. Thea said "You can take the ones on top". Jason helped them. Actually, his aim was to have a long interrogation at first but his priority was to help the shrimp. When he was done, Thea said "Thank you". Cass said "Sure. Why don't I have something like that in my room?" Jason said "I agree". Thea said "There aren't any birds that haunt you because even if there wasn't this they would settle in the trees around my house. B and Alfred helped me build it a long time ago". Jason looked at her curiously. Finally they left the room. Jason's gaze was on her. He wanted to make sure he didn't bump into anything or trip. Finally they came to the kitchen. Alfred asked "Did you eat while you were out". Tim said "No not yet". Alfred said "Thea". Thea said "Sorry my mind was on something else". Alfred sighed "Thea what did doctor Leslie say about eating" he asked. Thea said "I shouldn't miss my meals I'm already extremely thin. "And it's making my health worse and if it gets worse it's putting my life at risk," she said, her voice getting quieter. "How long have you been anorexic babybird?" Dick asked. Thea said, "No. But after being malnourished for so long I can't even remember to eat." Warning bells were going off in Jason's head. He and Dick looked at each other and they both seemed to be thinking the same thing. Dick said, "I understand babybird. You need to be more careful. If you need any help just let us know okay?" He asked. He smiled warmly. But his fist was clenched. He couldn't reassure his sister with his smile anymore. Thea said, "Thanks Dick." He was about to sit down on the chair when the doorbell rang. Damian went to the door. He frowned at the person standing in the hallway. It was Glen. Glen said, "Good evening I'm here to deliver a package to Nix. I was about to G-- when Thea arrived. Thea asked, "Is everything okay Glen?" Glen said, "Hey Nix the boss sent you some sweets and snacks. He suspects you forgot to eat again, and I think he's right. So we thought it would be good for your appetite," Thea said. "Thanks Glen. Please tell Nora and Lucas that I thanked them." Glen said. "Of course." Damian narrowed his eyes at Glen. Dick and Jason were behind them. Damian said in a condescending tone. Glen said, "I don't need a real sword to deal damage to someone, and the fact that only a real sword is needed means that your skill isn't developed enough in my opinion. Also, unlike a real sword, I can always carry it with me," he said without even batting an eye at the large duo behind them. Damian said, "Are you underestimating me? You're just too egotistical for a delivery boy," his body moved to jump on him. But before he could move, Thea stopped him before he could do something stupid. Thea said, "Thanks again Glen. I'm keeping the three of you busy despite your busy schedule."

[igotanidea]

Becoming : Jason Todd x fem!reader

A/N : This is going to be a series. It's a cheshire!verse story showing origins and life of Y/N as the vigilante.

Some other parts are: Cheshire cat, That damn gala and Five years later, Tired and Benched. (not necessarily in that order though)

HOW IT ALL STARTED:

„Y/N?”

There she was. Young  girl, barely over 12 years old, broken, scared and shaking. Standing over her father’s grave still processing what happened when this strange, darkly dressed man approached her. She knew him. Of course she knew him. She was her father’s boss, named Bruce Wayne. The philanthropist. Even though her father did not talk much about his work and his employer she caught pieces of late night phone talks, raised voiced and occasionally fear in her father’s eyes when he picked up the phone and his gaze rested on her while listening to whoever was on the other side. Oh, and one thing she remembered particularly clear. One fateful night. There was no phone call, no warning, nothing when a bunch of assaulters stormed into her house, kicking down the doors. She clearly remembered the haze, the fear, the terror and the urgency with which her  father grabbed some of the latest Wayne Enterprises gadgets he was working on and attacked back yelling at her to get out the house and find Bruce Wayne, since apparently he was the one who could safe him. She was smart and small enough to sneak though the hallway, wriggling out of the hands that were trying to reach her and grab her dad’s phone, frantically searching for the right number.

“Pick up, pick up, please” she tried to charm the reality.

“Wayne Manor.” Soft voice coming from the speaker made her  calm down a bit.

“This is Y/n Y/L/N. We are in trouble. There are some men who are attacking us and … and we need Mr. Wayne’s help.” She spoke, her voice shaking.

“Y/N? As in Y/F/N daughter?” Of course Alfred knew who she was. Her father was the one of three people who knew about Batman’s real identity.

“Yes.” She sobbed “Please, help us.”

“Stay strong Y/N. Help is already on the way. Just… go and hide from them. Everything is going to be all right.”

“Y/N! Come on, kiddo, we have to run!” he father grabbed her hand and dragged her out to the car before she could answer.  However, before they could reach the car, one of the assaulters shot right through the hood destroying the engine.

“FUCK!” her father yelled desperately.

“There’s nowhere to hide now, Y/F/N.  Come on, we can make this easy. Just give us what we want.”

“I told you, it’s not here. And if even if it was then….”

“Then what? Hm? You wouldn’t give it willingly? How about I make you then? I’m sure you can be persuaded?” in a blink of an eye he reached for the little girl and put a big, strong hand on her throat. Poor girl. She was terrified.

“No! Y/N! Please, please let her go!”

“Then give me what I want.”

“It would be wise to listen to the man before you got yourself hurt.” Third voice came into the conversation getting the man’s attention.

“Oh, hello Bat. Took you long enough. Came to enjoy the show?” he smiled villainously and Y/N used his brief moment of distraction to bite his hand to the point it started bleeding and freed herself. “FUCK! You little bitch! I’m gonna kill you!”

And then Hell broke loose. Bullets were flying in different directions, punches were thrown and kicks were made.  After mere minutes it was all over.

“Y/N?” Bruce tackled the last opponent down and quickly turned to the girl “Are you all right? Are you…..?” Before he could finish he saw what the girl was silently looking at. Her father’s dead body in the pool of blood “No.”

“What…. What…..” the girl trembled, not a single tear falling from her eyes.

“Y/N.”

“Why? Why did they attack us? Is it because of you?!”

“Yes.” He had to admit it, waiting for the girl to start screaming, crying and throwing a temper tantrum. Fuck, she was 12 and just lost her only parent. He expected she would act like this. This would be pretty normal. HE would know since the same thing happened to him.

“Was it because he was helping you?!”

“Yes.” She sobbed desperately, but surprisingly still held herself together.

“He…. My dad….he always talked the best things about you….. How…. How you are trying to make Gotham a better place. How… how you fight for the good people. …. And…… and if he was helping you …. That means my dad was doing something good too, right?” her teary eyes fixed straight on his and Bruce shuddered. It was like she was looking straight into his soul, reaching for every emotion hidden so deep underneath. He saw himself in this little broken girl, who was also so freaking brave.

“Yes.”

“I am angry.” She said “I am so, so angry.”

“It’s normal.” How does he even speak to a child about her parent death?

“I want to hurt the people who did this.”

“They are already taken care of.”

“Will they suffer?”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

“Why is it like this?” she kept asking “why does the good people get hurt all the time? It’s so fucking unfair.” Bruce raised an eyebrow. He hated to admit it but it was both scary and admirable how she kept all the rage inside. Because he knew she was raging. He was. This was going to leave a scar and she would either become a sociopath in the future or…. Someone he could teach how to make a difference. 

“I….”

“My dad always said good people get hurt more often. I never understood it. Until now.  I do now. But…. Does it mean I have to be bad?”

“No.”

“So will I get hurt in the future?”

“Most probably.” She might have been the first child to be so …. mature.

“I don’t want to be bad….” She whispered looking down “he wouldn’t want it.”

“No. no, he wouldn’t. “ Bruce said in reverie “Y/N.” he turned towards her once again “I promise you, I’ll take care of you. You don’t…. have to be bad.

***

“Y/N?” Alfred voice made her come back to Earth and she took a deep breath shaking the memories of what happened barely a month ago. She was still waking up at night, reliving all of that. It was almost like a hindsight, her brain only catching up what happened after a while. But, she never cried. Not even a single time. Not when one day Bruce Wayne appeared on the steps on the orphanage she was put into with the intend to take her in and care for her. It was suspicious. Up to the moment when he took her to the manor and explained everything. She just stood there, in his office, nodding her head, without any sign of any emotion on her face. That was the first moment he got a bit alerted. It was pretty scary to see a kid so …. catatonic. Especially a girl. From Bruce’s limited knowledge on the matter, little girls were always the annoying, nosy, noisy ones. But not Y/n. At first, he got in touch with the best psychologist to asses if everything was all right with her and calmed down when all of them assured him it will pass. She was just processing this in her own way, but there wasn’t any risk of her going crazy. They also mentioned her high intelligence and unusually developed skills to get inside people’s head.  So, all he had to do was wait.

All the procedures, however could not be accelerated, even for the Bruce Wayne so a month passed since he could truly take a girl in. He had no idea how to work with her, but somewhere deep inside he knew they were similar and would find a way to make it work. Alfred prepared a dinner and a room for her and everyone was waiting for the limo to appear on the manor’s drive.

The only one who could not hide his excitement was Dick. He was sixteen at the time, quite in a bad place with Bruce and the thought of getting a sister, someone to mess around with was exhilarating. Of course, beforehand he had a fight about dragging another kid into the vigilante business, but all his shouting and fighting could not change a once made decision. So, instead he swore to himself, that whatever happened, he would always protect the girl. She was going  to be his family after all.

Much to his surprise, he did not see a little, fragile princess coming out of the car. He saw determined, calm and collected fighter and instantly knew they would become friends.

“You must be Y/n” he smiled at her and she lifted a corner of her mouth almost unnoticeably. “I’m Dick, it’s nice to meet you. Are you hungry? Alfred prepared something in the dining room , but we can sneak some out if you want.”

“Is your name really Dick?” she asked tilting her head, big calm eyes watching him carefully almost like she was trying to x-ray him.

“Richard, actually. But no one calls me that.” He laughed and smiled a bit more

“Well, then, nice to meet you too, Dick. Robin.”

“How do you….?

“Bruce told me everything. In fact he told me too much for comfort, but I guess that’s what my life will look like from now on.”

“And you are ok with it?” Dick eyes fixed on her face, assessing the honestly of what she was saying.

“did you get any choice when you came here?”

“No. Not really.”

“Exactly. From what I’ve learned Mr. Wayne….. Bruce…. Is not really the person you can talk things trough with.”

“At this point I don’t know if I should admire your calm or be worried about it.”

“I’m fine. Or at least I will be. There’s no need to stress out about me.”

“I’ll still be watching you though.” Dick smiled

“Good luck with that.”  She smirked “now, if your offer of sneaking out stands, I accept it. Is the rooftop available for the kids?” Y/N pointed up towards the little ledge

“You wanna find out? See who’s there first?”

And that was how it all started. Training, learning, night patrols.

The skills of mind playing that were her signature trail were a menace at the manor at times, especially when she was twisting Bruce’s words against him, but during the fights and missions they were heaven-send. With some internal help she learned how to use them to her (and her partners in crime) benefit and after a couple of months Bruce finally let her out on the night streets of Gotham. With Dick’s supervision of course. He also had a name for her, but she swiftly refused it, creating her own.

“Cheshire?” Bruce raised an eyebrow and Dick let out a laugh seeing him like this “like …. Like the cat?”

“I didn’t know you were familiar with Disney movies, Bruce.”

“I…. I don’t…..”

“Of course you don’t . But yes, it’s like the Alice in wonderland cat. The tricky one who makes everyone go crazy.”

“Damn if that does not fit her description, Bruce.” Dick grinned and she stuck her tongue at him “I think it has a nice ring to it.”

“I don’t see it working well in this family.”

“Why? If anything, it’s Dick that does not fit. “

“Wait, what?” her brother frowned, a bit confused

“It’s simple. Robin is a bird.  Bats are mammals and so are cats. Do the math, Dickie.”

“Um…..”

“Fine.  Have it your way.” Bruce muttered, not able to undermine the logic between her argument and started to walk out the cave

“Do I get to choose my own colors, too?”

“Absolutely not.”

She chose dark grey. Steel-like, like the cat’s claws.

For the first time since she came to the manor she showed a bit of excitement.

However she was not happy when she woke up next morning with whiskers impainted on her face.

“GRAYSON!”

[mydarlingbat]

THE RATING OF TEN COMICS #2

Batman #211 / A newspaper article comes out, announcing a few people who might be Batman. This puts innocent lives in jeopardy. Batman decides to reveal his identity to world. Batman thinks about the bright side of revealing his identity, while Dick thinks about the grim side of Batman revealing his identity, even so Batman makes a decision to disguise as Hayes, which is why his hair is blonde. Batman goes with the act for a while. Hell even Commissioner Gordon believes he's really Batman, but that's until the real Hayes show up to stop the Batman, and become Batman himself, which fails in the end. The rating 8 out of 10

Batman #212 / A man was supposedly murder by three different weapons. A dart, electrocution, and mashed slug. Now Bruce is suppose to be at a dinner party, but Bruce decides to keep an eye on lil' studs. Now they're people out to murder him, so Batman's right about that. Him and Robin keeps an eye on him, and it seems like nothing's going to happen, so Bruce decides to leave, leaving Robin to keep an eye on him. However the thugs still wound up murdering the man with all three at once, but here's the catch. Lil' studs died by natural causes, but it still was attempted murder. This leads Batman to set a trap, which works, and Batman and Robin wins the day. 5 out of 10

Batman #213 is a bunch of golden age thrown back and our faces. Yes, i am going to read the golden age, however one is about the beginning of Robin. 6 out of 10

Batman #214 Cleo boss comes up with an idea to make Batman the most eligible batchelor. Believe me that's what they called it. She goes to meet up with some gentlemen. I don't know if they're producers. Look i don't know, but they make it happen, and now every woman wants Batman. This leads to Batman being unable to stop criminal activities, because there's women chasing him everywhere, but one, and that's Cleo the women who push for this in the first place. In fact she finds herself helping Batman. In the end she falls hard for Batman. Admitting she was behind it all too. A little more info Batman was beginning to fall for her too. Lol 7 out of 10

Batman #215 The mastermind the master has came up with a way to control people by the phone. This leads to people doing whatever he orders them to. Helping criminals too. Batman one day picks up the phone, and now is controlled by the Master. The master makes him help criminals, yet Robin doesn't listen to Batman when he orders him to stay home, because to dick Bruce is acting strange. Robin follows Batman, stopping him from going any further. Batman is once again controlled near the end, nearly causing him to blow up his family, but Robin and Alfred saves the day this time. 7 out of 10

#216 Daphine is Alfred brother's daughter. She goes to meet up with Alfred. Dick shows her around the house. Dick also has a crush on Daphine who's five years older than him. Dick practically shows her everything he can. She now knows the place well, so she sneaks out of one of her additions she's invited all three of them to, to steal the book Dick has showed her, but Alfred shows up. Then she threatens Alfred, but Alfred refuse not to stand by Bruce Wayne. This leads to her pulling the trigger, believing she murder Alfred, although it's just blanks. However she does this to save her father Wilfred pennyworth. In the end Batman and Robin and Alfred saves the day. #7 out of 10

Batman #217 Batman decides to leave the old bat cave alone, and his old life too, and this is because Dick is grown up, and leaves for collage, leaving Bruce and Alfred wretched by his going. Bruce Wayne starts a special assistance program. Batman investigates a murder they pushed aside, and he does this as Bruce Wayne and Batman. Batman finally catches the killer, but Batman realizes there were two people that night who murdered her husband. 6 out of 10

Batman #218 a bunch of golden age thrown back in our faces once again. 3 out of 10

Batman #219 Batman's saves the Senator Lincoln life. Who insist Bruce take a flight with him to Washington, however there's a group of thugs waiting for them. They holds them hostage, and Batman keep switching between Batman and Bruce Wayne on the plane. In the end he saves Senator Lincoln. 6 out of 10

Batman #220 Ms Manning comes to the billionaire because her life is in danger. She informs to him that someone's trying to kill her in a phonebooth. Bruce takes the case, and saves the woman's life by trapping the guys by thier own devices. 5 out of 10

[mnbmland]

Platinum membership - Chapter 14

“After that time when you tore me apart, nothing has ever been the same. I haven't stopped thinking about it,” Robert said into the phone.

“Yes, I suppose once you try it there's no way to quit and go back,” said Mr. Thompson. “By the way, haven't you dated anyone?”

"Yeah, a couple of boring dates. But that's what I want to talk with you about.”

"Do you want me to give you dating advice?"

“No, it’s not that. Well, something like that, it's just, what I want to say is, taking advantage of the fact that I will be in the city for a few days, I would rather you to be my date.”

“Oh, about that, you know I'd love to, but I have some important news.”

“What is it about?”

“I am going to marry.”

“What!? I can't believe it! But with who? How did it happen?

"With my boss, do you want me to tell you the shady details?"

“You are incredible! Do you have a new boss? Or are we talking about Mr. Camarena?”

"I'm going to marry Mr. Camarena."

"But I thought your boss was straight, and that he was married."

“Well, you see the surprises that life has.”

"I'm happy for you, though I suppose you're not interested in tearing me apart anymore."

“Who said I’m not? But I suppose it's something I'd have to discuss with my fiancé first, if you don't mind me including him.”

"Wow, how liberal! I would have to think about it too. But I was wondering, why not get ahead of all the “paperwork” and do something only you and me now?”

"Don't tempt me, I want to take this seriously and not screw it up. But if you want, I could call him now and include you with us tonight, what do you think?”

“I was planning to have dinner with my son Andrew tonight, but I suppose I could put it off.”

"You could invite him too," he said between subtle laughs.

"You're a pig, Sigmund!" He exclaimed between laughs.

“So, what do you say? We could invite you over to my house for dinner and see what else happens.”

“It's okay. I accept your invitation.”

“Perfect, how about 8?”

"Sounds good to me, see you at 8.”

They hung up, and then Mr. Thompson dialed another number on his cell phone: “Hello, honey. I'll wait for you at dinner at my house at 8.”

“Hello darling. Yes, see you.”

“I invited my cousin Robert; I want you to meet him. I'm sure you'll like him.”

“Oh, excellent! Hey, I'm driving, see you at dinner. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

The agreed time arrived. As always, Mr. Camarena was very punctual, unlike Robert, who was 15 minutes late. Mr. Thompson introduced them and they finally sat down at the table, just the three of them.

Mr. Thompson made lasagna for dinner, poured a few glasses of wine, and the three of them sat down at the table and started chatting. But Sigmund had something up his sleeve to “liven up” the night.

“Wow! Sig, this lasagna is delicious, where did you order it from?” Robert asked.

“Oh, no, none of that, I made it myself with my own hands.”

“No!”

"Ask Alfred, he's already seen me cook."

"Oh yes," Mr. Camarena said, "Sigmund is a very good cook."

“Oh! Who'd say that?” Robert exclaimed.

Mr. Camarena was able to notice the mischievous look of his fiancé, and was immediately able to inquire that he was planning something.

"And what’s your job, Robert?" Mr. Camarena asked.

"Um, I work for a construction company, I'm an architect," Robert replied.

"Oh, how wonderful! Sigmund and I are planning to get into real estate, maybe you could give us some tips.”

“Yes of course. The western area, for example, is one of the most exclusive in the city, but the southern area is much more accessible and much growth is expected.”

“We are interested in renting executive offices and apartments.”

“The west side would be perfect for offices, and the south side for apartments.”

“I told you, Sigmund.”

"By the way, changing the subject, how come you two decided to get engaged?"

“Oh, we share a lot of interests, hobbies and stuff. One thing led to another, and the rest is history.”

"What kind of hobbies?"

"Hobbies like this," Sigmund put in, as he pulled his own head away from his body.

The other two watched the act modestly and morbidly, Mr. Camarena blushed in astonishment. And Robert just said with a laugh: "Wow, I guess that explains it all."

Surprised by the familiarity with which Robert reacted to Sigmund's uninhibited action, Mr. Camarena did not hesitate to ask anything other than: "So, Robert, do you also have this kind of 'hobbies'?"

"Yes, he does too," Sigmund answered for him. “But he is just getting started and he needs a little more practice. If you don't mind, I'll leave my head on the table.”

The sexual tension was building, and after a few seconds of awkward silence, Mr. Thompson asked his fiancé, "Alfred, would you mind if we include my cousin Robert in our decapitation and dismemberment session tonight?"

"Uh, I…”

Faced with Mr. Camarena's indecision, Mr. Thompson's decapitated body stood up, with the remote control of the i-detach system in hand, separated his cousin's head from him and said: “Look how sexy Robert's severed head looks.”

"Damn Sigmund! You sure know how to turn me on. Let's do it now.”

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[crapmagak]

Thoughts on Fire Emblem Engage

(Spoiler Warning for story events)

I’m not gonna lie, even after having beat Fire Emblem Engage, it still feels unreal that a new Fire Emblem just came out. I remember the drought of Fire Emblem news really getting to me last year, three whole years since Three Houses. Obviously this was due to the pandemic slowing everything down. Hell, it’s incredibly obvious Engage was meant to be a thirtieth anniversary game.

As for the game itself, I’m a little mixed. The gameplay side of things was fantastic, feeling like a more polished version of Conquest, without some of the more gimmicky maps. I’m not the first to notice just how player phase focused this game is, and how much it rewards constant aggression and advancement. This is further complemented by the break mechanic allowing the player a bit more safety in being aggressive, along with incentivizing a diverse army roster. Likewise, game elements like chain attacks and breaking really punish the player for overextending and trying to juggernaut. Even with the time wheel mechanic, I constantly found myself in tense moments where the only way out was to play smart. From a gameplay perspective, this might be the best Fire Emblem they’ve ever made. My only real gripes were that I found some late game reinforcements a little excessive at times (especially in chapter 21), and fog of war maps have the audacity to still be an annoying thing in the series. I’ll even go so far as to say fog of war does not compliment the aggressive nature of Engage at all.

On the other hand, I found the story pretty weak. It’s not bad, just pretty bland. Mostly, it’s just a pastiche of Fire Emblem tropes and cliches, perfectly fitting for an anniversary game. Though a fair number of characters have their inner depth, they don’t quite have as much impact as members of past entries. That’s not to say they aren’t a fun cast, I just don’t think they’ll ever reach the popularity of the casts we’ve seen in the past decade. As a whole, though, they’re very… let's say quirky nature makes them all come across as the most cracked out Fire Emblem cast to date. In a way, it makes Alear shine all the more, because despite their deviantart oc ass design, they are the sane one of the group. The only thing I actually disliked was that for a story supposedly about dragons, there is almost no dragon shifting. Alear never turns into a dragon. Veyle never turns into a dragon. Zephia never turns into a dragon. Lumera turns into a dragon only in two cutscenes, and not even when you fight her corrupted form. I have been cheated out of a proper manakete protagonist yet again, and I shall not stand for it!

Of course, there are some strong moments. The Brodian and Elsuian royals boss convo’s with their corrupted parents were really good. Each country has a really strong aesthetic. A lot of the royals like Alfred and Fogado have some surprising inner depth. I was also a big fan of crazy corrupted Lumerra. Finally, chapters 10 and 11 were a tense and exciting point narrative wise.

All in all, it’s a really fun game, and if you’re actually into the strategy rpg part of Fire Emblem, you’ll have a blast. If you were a fan of Awakening and Fates’s cast, you’ll probably also enjoy this one quite a bit too. If you got into this series thanks to Three Houses and are primarily interested in the story aspect of this franchise… I’d recommend waiting for the Genealogy of the Holy War remake.

[architectuul]

Charlotte von Moos (ed.): Miami In The 1980s

Verlag der Buchhandlung Walther und Franz König, Köln, 2022

First things first: that book is cool. The graphic design, in mint green and dusty pink is clearly an homage to its subject – the architecture from postmodern Miami. But not only it respects on glossy paper the colour code of an era and style, it’s full of new drawings (plans and façades) that allow us to understand buildings we knew as images in depth and to consider their architectural qualities. As it must be the book starts with screenshots from the main title of the TV-Series Miami Vice (1984-89) that reminds us that – for the first time in history – architecture had become a real protagonist in storytelling. Remember: two undercover cops dressed in Hugo Boss suits hang around Miami driving a white Ferrari Testarossa, they pretend to be drug dealers to catch the bad guys enjoying the sun of Florida. This criminal society meets and lives in houses that fit their lifestyle and the neo-modern villas from Arquitectonica are not only the decor of their life – they tell us about the taste, the habits and the dangers from those people. Michael Mann was the creator and executive producer from that series and if you’ve seen any other of his films you’ll know one thing: he loves the visual power of architecture and understands the role it can play in storytelling (so was Alfred Hitchcock ‘s review).

Many of us know the images from Miami Vice and if, like me, you were born in the early 1970s and watched too much TV – you looked at them as an adolescent and became an architect because of them. I did. But the genius of the book is to reveal us the context, the ideas and concepts that were around at that time and who brought a generation of architects to the invention of a very unique and local style. For sure, as post-moderns, they wanted to play with history, to mix Adolf Loos or Le Corbusier with ornamented porticos à la Aldo Rossi (the buildings of Duany Plater-Zyberk are a perfect example from this approach). But one should not forget that the iconic Spear House (1976-78) was the child of a project developed by Laurinda Spear and Remment (not yet) Rem Koolhaas in 1974, at the peak of his obsessions with Surrealism, Constructivism and the Berlin Wall. Last but not least, they all understood the power of colour and refused the dogmatic boredom of white plaster. The essay from Charlotte von Moos unfolds all those references, brings unknown archives to life and fascinates with its enthusiasm. The whole book makes it clear: those buildings were not just a set for TV-series but true architecture with its successes and mistakes.

The in-depth essay is followed by short introductions with archival or new photographs (and drawings) of 19 projects made my S.O.M, Philip Johnson & John Burgee, Mateu Architecture, Duany Plater-Zyberk, Isamu Noguchi and – of course – Arquitectonica. It’s like eating a pistachio, raspberry, mint and vanilla ice cream: you know you shouldn’t like it and that it’s gonna make you sick, but you cannot stop. Still, and that’s probably the goal of the book: many of those buildings are now in danger – the taste of the inhabitants has changed, downtown Miami craves for densification and the constructions are too young to become historical monuments (think about the IBA87 in Berlin). A whole visual chapter is allocated to the demolition of The Babylon (1981) by Arquitectonica, and alerts us that it might be our last chance to visit those buildings believing we are undercover cops driving a white Ferrari.

Now comes a spoiler, like in movies, but I’m gonna tell you how the book ends (so stop reading here if you don’t want to know)… The final spreads are dedicated to fashion shoots that were done in the Spear House for GQ or Vogue. The legs of a lady in a bikini enjoy the swimming pool, a young man in pyjama stares into our eyes, other people sunbath on the terrace or jump into the water. They pose with their perfectly clean clothes and rather impossible haircuts (too much hairspray involved, much too much – but that’s the 1980s). What becomes clear, looking at those images, is that architecture – here, is more than a decor. It’s a part of a lifestyle that includes nice cars, expensive watches and shiny garments, making the American dream a kitsch and unattainable Gesamtkunstwerk. A total work of art.

- Thibaut de Ruyter

[crystalelemental]

Fire Emblem Engage!  I am...very pleasantly surprised by this one.  Initial thoughts through Chapter 6 below.

As expressed by many, the story isn’t like...a huge deal.  It’s very much back to basics, in a way that’s like...if you were looking for Three Houses style again, it’s a downgrade, but if you’re familiar with the series has been, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.

That said, I think they’re building up to Lumiere wasn’t your real mother, you’re the child of the Fell Dragon instead.  She refers to becoming your mother, not being your mother.  One of the antagonists mentioned that she never had a child.  There’s just a lot pointing to “She’s not your real mom.”

Characters have been...better than expected?  Nothing exceptional but I like them well enough.  Framme’s my girl, I really like Celine and Chloe, Yunaka’s fairly interesting.  I wound up liking Louis pretty well, and Alfred isn’t what I expected but I like the guy.  What I think surprises me most is...I kinda like Alear?  They’re not too bad.  Like, their dialogue has gotten a good chuckle out of me a couple times, and their decisions are, for the most part, pretty sane.  Like okay yeah, why are we stopping to fight, let’s just run the fuck away.  Sane move.

Gameplay has been fun.  The engage rings are...kinda bonkers.  Alear and Marth are basically untouchable with all the avoid stacking, and you get a ton of attacks in.  It’s kinda nuts.  I gave the Sigurd ring to Chloe, who is...a metric ton of fun with it.  She’s kind of nuts, having such wild movement range and no terrain considerations, and Canter, and the ability to charge through enemies.  Then there’s Celine and Celica.  Oooooh my god.  Whoever thought Warp Ragnarok was a good idea?  I hope you live a long, prosperous life, because that shit rules.  Warp up to 10 spaces to be near an enemy and cast Explode Kill Die on them.  It’s one-shot like every boss.  I love her.  I haven’t gotten to use Micaiah beyond the initial run with Yunaka, but getting a second staff user and light magic out of the deal is pretty great.  But I’m also like...but Framme though.  Better healing potential.  I dunno, will consider options.

The only thing that seriously frustrates me is the chain attacks.  I don’t understand them at all.  Boucheron seems to be the only one in my army who can do it, but in one chapter, Vander almost got destroyed by a Ridersbane chain attack.  Like it’s kinda nuts how hard that hit.  And I don’t really grasp why it happens.  It’s not my favorite.

What is kinda neat, though, is the way weapon triangle works.  I admit, I am generally a huge hater of Break systems.  But this one’s pretty solid.  You don’t get counterattacked, and you leave the opponent vulnerable to the next combat in this round.  It’s been a great method for helping Framme get some KOs.  And it doesn’t work on enemy phase, so it’s a neat tool to encourage more aggressive plays.

I’ve also noticed that enemies move mostly in packs.  When one is drawn out, usually a whole cluster is, probably to run the threat of chain attacks.  Moreover, the boss seems to move pretty often too.  That’s...pretty unique.  I’m really used to stationary bosses in this series, but quite a few have gotten up and chased.  Which is kinda nice.

The last thing is...man, not to dunk on Three Houses, but that game is like impossible for me to replay.  The academy sections are so long and drawn out and tedious, and I appreciate Engage having a much faster turnaround time to the next map.  There’s still your hub world that’s...fine.  Really, all it’s done for me thus far is get me really, REALLY pissed that they had better costuming decisions that whole time and just...opted not to use them.  You give me one fucking reason the Somniel outfits aren’t standard.  Ugh.  Anyway.  It’s not a bad hub world.  I haven’t felt like I needed to do too much, and it’s, again, a really quick intermission before the next map.  Which I appreciate.

But yeah, first impressions are...way more positive than I expected.  Legitimately, I expected this game to feel really bereft of charm or investment, and I’m pleasantly surprised at how much I’m enjoying it thus far.  There’s always a chance something goes south really fast, but for now, it’s pretty fun.

[jouxlskaard]

can you tell I've been thinking about this a lot

I'm sure none of this is legible to the average reader, so I'll try to lay it out with my thinking here (the canon TMA timeline has been completely thrown out the window so expect to be confused 🫵):

Jon is Zagreus, trying to escape the Institute and Elias' grasp on him. Martin takes Thanatos' place, kindling a romance with Jon and trying to help him where he can. Everyone else is a bit difficult to determine, since their roles in their respective narratives differ so much, but Georgie would be some mix between Megaera and Orpheus in the Institute (which will, of course, take the place of the House of Hades) - being both Jon's ex and unable to reach Melanie (Eurydice) after Melanie managed to escape from the Institute's clutches. Daisy takes Achilles' place after giving in to the Hunt for Basira (Patroclus), wracked with regret and unwilling to leave the Institute for fear that she'll lose herself again. Sasha is Dusa/Nyx for no other reason than I couldn't find a better fit for her - it's more like a comparison to how she functions in the game than a reflection of her character. I was originally gonna make Tim a replacement for Skelly, then I remembered that Gerry exists and that Skelly jokingly tried to get Zagreus to free him from his eternal torture and I figured that worked better - although for Gerry it would be less of a joke and it just won't work for whatever reason. Instead, Tim is Sisyphus, because I think he's most likely of the assistants to be thrown out of the Institute for gross misconduct (aka wooing filing clerks with Institute funds) - then I thought Rosie could be Hypnos, welcoming Jon/Player back to the Institute whenever he dies, and Elias would be Hades. Because of course he is. He might provide Jon/Player with little annoying tasks to do that aren't technically necessary, but they generally have decent rewards so it would be greatly advised.

The Underworld regions are replaced by some weird mix of the real world and fear domains, since there isn't really a canon TMA equivalent to Tartarus, Asphodel, Elysium or Styx. The bosses are reflective of the show's season endings; so Jane Prentiss is the Furies, the Not!Them is Lernie, Nikola (and maybe the mechanical turk or the angler fish for good measure) is Theseus and Peter Lukas is Hades - the final boss. Or.... Is he?

I wanted the Avatars, providing Jon with Marks, not to overlap with each other. So, as much as I love and appreciate Mike Crew, I love Sky Grandpa more. And so, Simon Fairchild is the representative of the Vast. Mike might show up somewhere else, who knows (I do. He will)? Meanwhile, the other Avatars include Oliver Banks (End), Jared Hopworth (Flesh), Trevor and Julia (Hunt), Jude Perry (Desolation), Maxwell Rayner (Dark), and, in a strange turn of events unseen by even me, Alfred Grifter for the Slaughter and Hezekiah Wakely for the Buried. There is a severe lack of Slaughter and Buried Avatars, unfortunately, and I've resolved that Grifter and Wakely will be much rarer occurrences as a result. The other Marks will be given by Jane (Corruption), Not!Them/Nikola (Stranger), Peter (Lonely), Annabelle (Web) and the Distortion (Spiral). The first three in their boss fights, Annabelle as a replacement for Chaos and the Distortion as a replacement for Hermes. Meanwhile, Jon will be Marked by the Eye no matter what, and Breekon & Hope will be replacements for Charon as the resident eldritch deliverymen.

The available weapons are, of course, inspired by various Artefacts seen in TMA. The Web Lighter is the default weapon, with the Corruption Scalpel, Slaughter Gun, Slaughter Knife, Lonely Boatswain's Call and Dark' Dark Star eventually being offered as alternative options. I've had some thought into how they all might function, but I think I've talked enough to last a lifetime at this point. Collectibles include Gold (run-only), Statements and Eyes. Statements function much like Darkness and the Mirror of Night - providing Jon with Knowledge and allowing him to level up in some capacity. Eyes are akin to Nectar/ambrosia.

In terms of narrative, beating Lukas would allow Jon access to the Scotland Safehouse - only able to stay there for a little while before being forced to come back to the Institute as he grows hungry. After beating Lukas 10 times, however, a new mechanic is introduced much like how it is in Hades - and the Eyepocalypse begins. Much like Heat, it's entirely optional, and it provides Jon with more power and might allow him to progress the story quicker. The regions' aesthetics change drastically, with each chamber becoming its own fear domain as the Heat increases.

Statements found in the game's rogue-like section and Statements found in the Institute function differently. The Institute Statements, which can be found scattered throughout the Archives and are unlocked after certain dialogue is triggered with other characters, provide insight into the world of Magnus and give Jon more Knowledge, as well as introducing characters like Agnes Montague, Gertrude Robinson, Michaele Salesa (who can be found in higher Heats of the Eyepocalypse) and Adelard Dekker.

Once all Institute Statements are found, and certain dialogue is triggered between the characters, Jon/Player is given a new goal: to be Marked by every Avatar/Fear in a single run. When this is successfully completed, roughly equating to completing Persephone's request of inviting the Olympians to the Underworld, a cutscene will play - and reveal Elias as the Eye's Pupil. You thought Peter was the final boss? Ha. No. Loser. It's Elias. :)

That's all I've come up with so far lmao enjoy

elias in hades, perchance?

if tma were a hades-style roguelike I think it'd be entertaining to have elias just show up like a little bitch and give you tasks that eventually give you rewards. I don't think he'd show up as the final boss until much later on in the story (equivalent to the hades epilogue) where he'll become the eye's pupil and the player (presumably jon) has to kill him to stop the eyepocalypse or smth (don't question my thought process too much I haven't actually rationalised it all in my head yet lol)

[xmalereader]

Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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Authors note: Here is the Mafia AU! Hope you enjoy it! Tried to make it as spicy as I could but stuck with something simple a little bit fluffy, because we are just seeing Bruce being all happy and gooey for his sunshine husband who is a teacher! |(￣3￣)|

Request: Hi, can I request Male reader x Bruce Wayne Mafia au where reader is Bruce's Husband. Reader being a school teacher coming home to their manor/mansion before Bruce arrives from his "Mafia work" that reader doesn't know about since bruce hides it from him for some reason. Bruce comes home, very moody and angry because of work, reader trying to calm down his husband, then maybe he thinks of letting bruce use him (with consent of course) to let off steam👀 (so smut but its up to you if no details).

Warnings: Fluff, mafia AU, Bruce is a mob boss, husbands, reader is a sunshine, NSFW, 18+ only, mentions of oral, language, rough sex, consent, unprotected sex ( be safe in real life ), Bruce needs some stress relief, domestic house husbands.

Word count: 2.4K

Tags: @readerisobssessed

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Bruce Wayne is a patient man, but when something goes wrong he won’t hesitate to kill the persons who screwed up there deals. Everyone in Gotham knew who he was and what he did, everyone feared the man and shakes him respect if they didn’t want to get themselves killed. What surprised a lot of people about Bruce is his husband, Y/n.

The young man was brighter than the sun, opposite from Bruce. He was Gothams popular middle school teacher, educating young children and helping them learn. What surprised them the most was that his husband had no idea who Bruce was. The man was either oblivious or just refused to believe that his husband was one of the most dangerous men living in Gotham.

Bruce was also surprised when he learned about this. The first time he met his husband he expected him to freak out and run or to be cautious around him. But, instead he would smoky brightly at Bruce and give him kisses. The man would also bake whenever Bruce felt down and offered him cookies. Bruce immediately fell in love with the man, dating him and then marrying him after a year.

Due to Bruce being married to an adorable husband he couldn’t help but grow protective of him to the point where he hired bodyguards for his husband and to work under the school, keeping themselves hidden as they watched over Bruce Wayne’s husband bonding with the children. Bruce had planned to tell his husband about his job and who he really was, but was afraid to ruin their marriage.

The two understood each other so well that when Bruce arrived home angry and upset, his husband is able to feel his anger, causing him to raise a brow in question as he finished cleaning the kitchen that Alfred allowed him to use as long as he cleaned up his mess. He cleans his hands on the rag and take the fresh plate of cookies to the living room where he sees Bruce sitting back on the couch, tie loosened and head thrown back.

“Hi.” Y/n says, looking down at him as Bruce opened his eyes to stare up at his husband who was upside down. He gives him a soft smile in return. “Cookie?” He held one out to Bruce, holding it near his lips as Bruce takes a bite into it. Taking the cookie into his hand as he sat up properly.

Y/n sets the plate on the coffee table and sits next to Bruce. “From the way your acting and eating the cookie,” he starts while Bruce looked away angrily. “I’m guessing something went wrong at work?”

It didn’t go wrong, it went terrible. Bruce but his trust on a newbie and lost ten million, causing him to give the new guy a lesson and to be taught properly. “Don’t worry about it.” He sighs out, running his fingers in his hair and pushing it back. “I’ve got it handled, just stressed.”

Y/n frowns, moving closer to Bruce as he placed his hand on his shoulder. “Want me to run you a warm bath?” He offers, leaning to kiss his cheek and his neck.

Bruce sighs in relief, turning to face his husband and pulling him close. He was far too stressed and a warmth bath won’t relieve it, he shakes his head at the next thought. He wouldn’t use his husband as stress relief, no. He told himself from the very beginning that he would never use his husband.

“Bruce?”

“A bath sounds nice.” He responds back, smiling and kissing him softly on the lips. Which Y/n leans into, placing his hands on his shoulders as deeps the kiss, catching Bruce off guard as he crawls onto his lap, still kissing him and trialing his hands down his back.

Bruce moans against his lips, wrapping an arm around his back and pulling him close. He’s too focused on kissing his husband that he doesn’t feel him trail his hands down his chest and to his belt, until he hears him unbuckling it’s. Bruce is quick to pull away. “What—?”

“It’s okay.” Y/n hums out, smiling at him. “Let me help you.”

Bruce shakes his head, gripping his wrists. “I’m fine.”

His husband frowns. “No your not, your stressed and need to let it out.”

“Not on you.” Bruce bites back. It wasn’t the first time they’ve had sex, they’ve done it various times but bruce was always gentle with him and took care of him and this anger he felt, he wasn’t going to let it out on his husband. He couldn’t be rough with him and hurt him.

“Bruce.” Y/n’s voice becomes stern, shocking the Wayne. “I want this, I really do.” He whines out, grinning down against him. “Your always so nice and soft, but this lust I see in your eyes,” he bites his lip. “I want you to be rough, I know you want too.”

“No—“ bruce shakes his head.

“I know you want to bend me over, fuck me against the coffee table. Maybe even against our bedroom door.” He whispers against Bruce’s ear. “I want to feel you deep inside of me, fucking me hard while scream your name. I want to feel you the next day.” He takes Bruce’s hand and placed it against his hard on, surprising him.

Bruce swallows nervously as he looks up to his husband. Y/n held pleading eyes full of lust as he grinds up against his hands as bruce groans. Whatever happened to his sunshine husband? The man who would smile brightly and teach young kids new things everyday?

“Bruce.”

Bruce’s attention is back on his husband. “Please.” Bruce snarled and shoved his mouth over Y/n’s, pushing his tongue ruthlessly in passed his teeth and sucking and flicking about him. The wet noises of their kissing filled the room and Y/n gave a little whimper as he reached up to tug at Bruce’s hair. Bruce’s larger hands went down and cupped at Y/n’s cheeks, gripping them tight before he massaged them open and shut and then gripped them again. His lover moaned, pleased with the attention.

They pulled apart for air, Y/n nipping at Bruce’s lips, before he started to fumble with Wayne’s tie, removing it completely and throwing it aside. Bruce smirks at him before coming to a stand, hearing his husband gasp in surprise as he kept his legs around his waist and carried him back to their bedroom for some privacy and where he throws him back on their large bed.

Y/n giggled as he flops down on the bed while Bruce worked on removing his button down, fumbling with the last button as he slips it off quickly, exposing his pale chest, scars littered his chest as Y/n roamed his hands over his broad chest. “Your body is beautiful.” He hums out, leaning up to place a kiss on his chest.

“So is yours and I want to see it. Get out of those clothes.” Bruce reached down to pull in his husband a belt buckle, lifting him up the bed a bit and pushing him back while he chuckles.

Y/n grins, struggling with his sweater and pulling it off while Bruce worked on his belt buckle, harshly pulling it out from a round his waist and startling his husband. “Bruce.” He whines out.

“I can buy you a new belt.” Bruce leans forward to place a kiss on his face, unbuttoning his pants and zipper and helping him shimmy out of them. Y/n bites his lip, moving his hips to remove his pants to reveal himself half naked, boxers still on but his hard on is now more visible.

Bruce eyes widen as he stares down at his beautiful husband. “Fuck.”

Y/n’s fave turns red as he slowly sits up, reaching out to trace his fingers temptingly and pressed them into the hem of Bruce’s pants. “Love, please…please put this inside me.”

Bruce growled and undid his pants and pushed them off quickly. “Shouldn’t you be a little slow? Enjoy it?” Y/n teased and kissed him again. “Your a tease and you’ll always be one.” Bruce tugs on his husbands boxers, a loud rip of fabric startles Y/n.

“Bruce!”

He looks at his destroyed boxers.

“Seriously?”

“Don’t worry darling, you married a rich man. I can buy you new ones.” Bruce mouths at his neck as Y/n’s goes red, looking away in shyness. Bruce’s eyes look up to his husband and chuckles at how his husband went from hungry lust to a shy Angel.

“Y/n.” He breaths out. “I want you.”

“I want you…want you in me.” Y/n turns back to face Bruce, reaching up to nibble under his jaw. “Please, tell me how you want me.”

“All fours.”

Y/n released a weak noise, “Fuck, yeah okay.” He moved over to their bed, crawling over on it. “I…uhm…”

Bruce’s smirk widens. “Put your shoulder down against the bed.” When his husband didn’t move quick enough he grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down the mattress. “Just like that.”

“Bruce.” Y/n whimpered.

“Stay.” Bruce stood back and grinned at the beautiful sight. “Fuck, look at you.”

“Bruce, please.” Y/n loves over his shoulder. Bruce smiled, licking his lips hungrily and reached over to open his beloved up. “Y/n…” His fingers reached over to stroke over the hole, playing over the rim, purring to himself as it twitched. Y/n felt bruce shift behind him and then Y/n lunged forward in surprise, eyes flying open wide when Bruce’s tongue was pushed mercilessly into him. “Bruce!” He gasped out.

Bruces mouth was a bit occupied so he just hummed back and Y/n yelped again. This was new. Bruce had eaten him out a few times but not so deeply nor aggressively before. He could feel his nose pressed up against him as he fed into Y/n like he was starving. “Oh, Bruce!” He shrieked out. He knows that they’ve gone this aggressive or rough before and he gave Bruce his permission to do so, and he was enjoying it.

“Can’t—I’m gonna—!” He screamed as he came untouched into the mattress beneath him. He groaned, upper body falling weakly into the softness as he lower form began to join before Bruces firm hands grasped him and held him in place. “Now that your relaxed, we should be able to move to the next step.” Bruce licked his lips and sat up.

“Deep breaths.” Bruce whispers as his only warning before his thick, dripping head popped into Y/n and before his husband could catch his breath he gave a rough thrust. “Bruce!” Y/n squeals, his hands gripping the end sheets as he bites into the pillows beneath him. His breathing become heavily but is quick to calm himself. Bruce groans as he started pounding. His husband giving off moans between thrusts, growing louder each time he slammed into him. With each frantic thrust, Bruce looked down at Y/n’s gorgeous ass, watching it bounce with each thrust.

“Bruce—fuck, harder!” Y/n throws his head back, eyes glossy from the intense pleasure. All this time whenever Bruce was soft with him he enjoyed the small gestures and the amount of times that Bruce was gentle with him. But this whole new side of Bruce and the frantic fucking he was giving him was something he was enjoying. He loved this side of his husband as he fucked him into their mattress.

“You want to come?” Bruce questions and pulling back, causing his husband to whine at the lose before he’s lifted up and pressed up against his chest. His back to him while Bruce slammed back down into him.

Y/n sobbed as he bounced back against Bruce. “Yes! Please I want to come, let me come!” He pleads out between moans and whimpers while Bruce reached down to wrap his fingers around him, jerking him off as Y/n gasps. It was too much for him, he felt like he was going to explode.

“Does my good boy want to come?” Bruce grunts out against his neck, licking and biting down. “Yes! Yes! Let me come let me come!”

Bruce smirks at his husband. “That’s it,” he threw his head back and practically moans out loudly as Y/n clamped around him, squeezing tight. The two coming together, y/n gripping Bruce’s wrist and whining out. When he came back to himself he was still pumping Y/n with his seed and he moaned, the heat and squelching noise was delightful. It was the best orgasm he had ever had.

Y/n was panting softly as he leans back against Bruce who gently and slowly pulls out, lying him back down on the bed as he kissed the back of his neck and back. “Easy.” He hears Bruce whisper to him as he turns him around my slowly to see Y/n smiling.

“That was new.” Y/n says with a chuckle as Bruce chuckles in return, leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss. “Let me clean you up.” He mumbled against his lips as Y/n nods tiredly, watching Bruce pull away and head towards their bathroom where he grabs a wet rag to clean up their mess, his husbands eyes closing slowly and tired.

Bruce smiles, tossing the rag in the hamper and covering Y/n up with the blankets as he crawled next to his side, holding him close to his chest as he kissed the top of his head. Y/n groaning and shifting around to snuggling up to his chest. The Wayne sighs to himself as he keeps his arms wrapped around his husband as the two slept the day away.

When morning came, Bruce is awoken by the sound of his husbands phone ringing. The billionaire groans, shifting to the other side as he reached down on their discarded clothes, fishing out Y/n’s phone as he answers.

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hello? Is Y/n there by any chance? My name is Stephan, from Gothams middle school office. We were wondering if Y/n would be coming in today?”

Bruce glanced at the clock that hung on their bedroom wall. Y/n was suppose to be teaching today and he was an hour late. He looks over his shoulder to see y/n still asleep, peacefully and comfortable.

Bruce smiles and clears his throat. “Im sorry but Y/n won’t be able to make it in today, he is sick at the moment and should get better later on.” He informs to the man on the other side of the phone before hanging up and tossing the phone aside, crawling back under the sheets and hugging Y/n close as he chuckles to himself.

[space-dreams-world]

More AU I may write: (Most of these AU, Danny is op as shit.)

1- Soul bound au: Since Gotham is cursed, Thomas and Martha Wayne were superstitious and worried of an untimely demise. One day they pass by a fortune teller she predicts their son's death when their son turns a certain age. To prevent they bind/marriage contract his soul to a ghost that will protect their son.

Turns out the ghost is Danny and they forget about this interaction. Then instead of Bruce dying, his parents die instead. Then every time he has a close encounter with death he meets his groom to be.

This worries him as he tries to get out of the contract, but Danny won't let him go as if he does Bruce might as well be dead. They act like bitter exes who sometimes still fuck or both are pinning for each other, but decide to keep their distance. Danny does let him have his real relationships as he knows once he is dead, he will be his permanently. Danny then moves to Gotham to sort of help it better and easier for his partner, lessening the load on him and keeping him safer.

2- Immortal time traveler au. Sort of: Danny sort of did missions for Clockwork, learned a bunch of different skills and jobs. Danny moves to Gotham after his time with his Dad, he opens up a bakery/library/coffee house near the low- income part of Gotham, they offer shelter, food, spare supplies and warm place to sleep to the homeless youth of Gotham. One night, when Danny goes take out the trash, he notices that Batman has fallen down next to his place, possibly unconscious. Danny brings Batman in, making sure to keep his mask on while taking note of his injuries. Danny gets in contact with Alfred from the cowl and Alfred arrives to pick Batman in the Batmobile. The next day, Bruce comes to the shop to thank him and to assure that Danny will keep his secret.

This place becomes a safe house/ space for when Batman gets hurt, when the first Robin gets lost or hurt and gives advice to those who needs it. Danny meets a struggling Jason Todd before he gets taken by the bat. He then later recognizes the new robin. Cut to a few years later, after jason revival they meet up again and maybe start a relationship.

3- Ghost Detective au: Basically danny travels the world and finds unmarked graves, and solves their crimes.

4- Dancer-Bouncer au: Danny and Desiree are stuck together and on the run after fleeing from Danny's parents and the GIW. They run into a portal, that takes them to a new universe. Desiree has a human looking form as well as some limit on her wish granting. Danny has regressed to a younger child while he still has his powers.

(Danny is more friendlier with his enemies in this au. In fact Danny has wished for Desiree to find happiness in the afterlife, which has sort of released her from her curse.)

So Danny and Desiree decide they are going to stick together in this new world as mother and son. They befriend a stripper and she gets Desiree a job as a stripper.

(You can decide what city they moved to, but I prefer Gotham.)

Danny stays in the dressing room when she works. One day day Desiree and her co workers gets harassed by one of the patrons and Danny goes to defend her, scaring the crap out of them and leaving because their boss was a scumbag. This leads Danny and Desiree to quit their employment and decide to run their own club, with better treated staff, hourly pay, respect and security. Some of Desiree old co-workers hear about this and decide to work for them. As Danny gets older and prettier, he helps out more by working as a part-time dancer/singer on girls night and bouncer on some nights. Some time Danny even goes out patrol to help the lesser folks, even some restless spirits. This is how the other vigilantes meet Danny as he was tied up with them trying to help out a family looking for their lost child. Any Batkid x Danny.

5- Total Invasion au: Brainiac invades earth but it a multiple invasion scenario where he attacks different places at once. So the heroes get captured and are placed in these bubble force fields impervious any attack from inside it. Batman, Wonder woman and some other heroes are trapped in different bubbles with no help to get out, until one recent Brainiac bots, that recently came in starts to malfunction. The bot goes offline as someone appear behind them. It's human Danny as he was brought on the ship due to his energy signature. Danny goes up to them and they realize something weird about him, he looks blind.

(Danny parent's invention blew up in his face maybe permanently blinding him. Instead Danny can see true souls. (I.e. if he saw batman's soul, he would Bruce Wayne's trauma and connect to his bat persona so to speak.)

This causes Jazz to call the CPS on her parents blaming them for child neglect, abandonment, abuse, labor etc... Jazz get her and Danny emancipated putting their house on lockdown and removing some inventions and dismantling the Portal. Their parents get sentences to jail and while Vlad tries to get custody of Danny, they frame it in way that puts Vlad in a bad spot and get a restraining order on him.

Danny and Vlad both suffer accident at the hands of the Drs. Fenton, but Danny is still a child and has better protection than Vlad has. During this time, the GIW tries to get the rights to Fenton works but fail, even try a Breaking and Entering and get caught. Danny, Jazz, Ellie and his friends rebrand Fenton works in to maybe Nightingale industries, rebranding some of their parents ghost tech into actual non-ghost tech and make profit on it. (Danny and Company still make some ghost tech but only to help other ghosts or to contain them.)

Danny asks them how can help them, but they doubt he could help them. Then to their shock and surprise, Danny releases ghostly wail short circuiting their bubble as it cannot deal with supernatural sounds and releasing them from their captures. They go and stop Brainiac, not before Danny mentions to them how he has to get back to his company, telling them the name. So when Bruce Wayne goes to meet with Danny knows who he is talking to.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Home Alone

I think we all wanted to see this.

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Wayne Manor stands tall, as it has for hundreds of years. Weathered against storms and crisis and generations of children, the building had many stories to tell, not one exactly like the last. The most recent occupants are proof enough of that. The unending chaos filling the halls remains priceless among the artifacts and paintings. Each piece as unique as the members of the family, but they have a price to them.

And, now empty of the usual occupants, perfect for robbing.

“Shut yer yaps!” The leader snarls as the five men sneak through the house.

“Why? No one’s home—“

“Dami?” A little girl steps into the hall behind them. Dark curls fall into pupiless green eyes. She takes them in with a curious head tilt. “No Dami.”

“Who are you?” The robbers whirl around. A little boy, no older than 10, with a plate of fruit glares at them. “You don’t belong here.”

“….Jimmy, you said the family was gone!”

“They’re supposed to be!” Jimmy protests.

“Doesn’t matter.” One of them pulls a gun out, pointing it at the little girl. “You two are going to do exactly as we say.”

Usually the gun works. But she doesn’t even flinch at the weapon aimed at her head.

“I’m going to say this once.” The little boy’s sharp voice chills the robbers to the bone. “Leave now or face the consequences.”

“Kid, I don’t think you understand the position you’re in. Now you two sit quietly or we hurt—”

“Hey!” The robber holding the gun yells, flying past his gang. Looking it over, the little girl scowls.

“No like.” Her impossible green eyes turn bright purple. Twisting the metal like wet clay, she tosses it aside, “Dami? Bad men?”

A low whistle has the men whip back to the boy. He’d drawn the sword on his back—fuck is it real???— and two dogs come to his sides, teeth bared and haunches raised. Dami narrows his eyes at the men, “Bad. Men.”

“….Boss—“

The yell comes from her this time. Flames dance through her dark curls. She takes one step, then another, and then she’s floating off the ground.

The men start running.

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If there was only way to get rid of all this paperwork. Bruce sighs as he fills out another form, at least knowing he’s doing some good. Another foundation in his father’s name to help those with medical debt. Not much, but hopefully it makes a difference. Tomorrow he’ll attend a ceremony for the opening of a children’s library in his mother’s name. Jason had sworn to be there, but that remains to be seen.

His ringing phone breaks through any further thoughts on his late parents. “This is Bruce.”

“Father.”

“Damian?” Bruce checks his watch. Too early for him to complain about his brothers, they’re all out for the day, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. There are intruders in the house. Mar’i and I have it handled.” Click.

“Damian? Damian?!” Bruce redials the manor number, getting no answer. Rushing to the door, Bruce sends a message to Barbara. His phone rings before he’s at the elevator.

“Bruce? Is everything—“

“Intruders at the Manor. Mar’i and Damian there—“

“Is Alfred with them? Do I need to call—?”

“They’re the only ones there.”

“Oh. OH!”

He can hear Barbara’s fingers fly across her keyboard as he waits for the elevator.

“Alright, everyone’s headed to the manor—wait, Dick’s here—“

“Is she okay?! Is Mar’i alright?!”

“I don’t know.” Bruce answers honestly. “Damian only said there were intruders and they’d handle it.”

“Bruce, if anything happens to her—“

“Just get to the manor. I’ll see you there.” Bruce steps into the elevator, “They’re going to be okay. They have to be.”

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To say the Batfam got back to the Manor quickly would be an understatement. In less than 15 minutes, most of them have arrived. Dick barely stops his car before racing to the door, Bruce and Selina on his heels.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be—

“Hi, Daddy!” Mar’i’s bright voice echos across the foyer. “We stop bad men!”

She and Damian sit on the stairs, snacking on sliced apples. Ace rests his head at Mar’i’s feet, Titus sitting behind Damian. Five men, the would-be robbers, struggle on the foyer ground, fire pokers wrapped tight around their bodies. Rushing to his daughter, Dick finally manages to breathe.

“YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!” The supposed leader snarls, “WE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SHOT—“

Crack! Without breaking stride, Dick slams his boot into the other man’s face, breaking his nose and shutting him up in the process. Mar’i jumps off the stairs and into her daddy’s arms, seemingly oblivious to her family’s relief at their safety.

Bruce checks over Damian, ignoring the impatient noises the boy makes, “Are you two okay?”

“-tt- of course, Father.” He huffs, allowing his stepmother to hug him tight. A siren sounds, not too far away, “We even called the police.”

“Damn shame.” Jason tuts, kneeling beside the criminals, “Would have loved some time with these fuckers.”

“Shoulda done worse to the little whore! Make the little bastard watch!” One spits at Jason. The second eldest wipes his face, leaning in close.

“Threaten my goddaughter or my little brother again,” He growls, “And there’s not a cage in the world that’ll keep you safe from me.”

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Gotham PD has seen their share of weird crimes. Attempted robbery? That’s the least insane thing they can deal with. Attempted robbery at Wayne Manor? Okay, little weirder, but not the weirdest it could be.

Attempted robbery stopped by a little girl wrapping wrought iron around grown men? Yeah, that’s their brand of weird. It’s hard to imagine the little girl, emphasis on little, hanging off Cassandra’s back is capable of something so…powerful.

Jim Gordon’s getting Damian’s statement when a young badge walks over, scratching the back of his neck, “Hey, boss, we’re probably going to have to call the fire department. These pokers are on them tight.”

“I help!” Mar’i drops off her aunt’s back.

“Er, I don’t know think a little girl—“ The young cops voice dies as Mar’i flies over to the ‘bad men.’ Small hands wrap around the first bar, metal groaning as she bends it. In the matter of minutes, the men are handcuffed and being led away, pokers laying twisted on the ground. They fight the officers, which annoys the young girl.

“Behave!” She orders. The biggest makes a threatening move at her, but her eyes glow purple and matching flames dancing in her curls. Chipper voice hardening, she snaps, “Prax zal’tral, Behave!”

The man steps back and stumbles into his accomplices. Sticking her tongue at them, she flies to her father, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jim Gordon sighs, closing his notebook. “I take it she’s yours?”

“Yessir.” Dick kisses Mar’i’s cheek. “Mar’i, this is Jim Gordon—“

“Aunt Babsy Daddy?”

Jim nods, offering Mar’i his hand, “Nice to meet you, Mar’i.”

The little girl tilts her head, then looks at her father, “Sem kran tchraxel s’tral, Daddy.”

“We practiced this, remember? Handshake?” Dick notices the commissioner’s bewildered expression, “Er, She’s not from Earth…”

“….Only you, Dick. Only you.”

“Mar’i!” Damian shouts, “I am taking the dogs back inside—“

“Puppers!” Mar’i flies away, humming a strange song to herself. Bruce walks over to the commissioner and his oldest son, ducking as his granddaughter flies over him.

“Jim, I take it you’ve all finished up your questions? It appears the children are getting restless.”

“We are, just wanted to check if you want to press charges?”

Bruce and Dick glance at each other. Then over at Mar’i and Damian. The young pair bicker with each other, neither speaking English, Mar’i floating upside down. Both too young to fully realize how bad things could have been. They were lucky this time, but next time…

Both fathers nod.

“We’ll get them booked as quick as we can. Hopefully they take some deal with the DA. Keep those two from reliving it.” Jim starts to leave then turns to Dick, “Been waiting years to say this: may that little girl be exactly like you.”

[elfwreck]

Does this person send nasty asks to writers of murder mysteries? To horror authors? To people who write dystopian scifi? Hell, to romance authors of boss/secretary stories?

How many genres of fiction do they believe the authors should either support in real life or not write?

If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume?

Because coping isn't just "writing this down to get the thoughts out of my head." Sometimes it includes "posting those thoughts in public, so I can confirm that the thoughts make sense" - not that they are wanted activities, but that people can understand how they are disturbing.

Of course, OP here has no idea how that works, how you can want validation of how disturbing an idea is by posting a story in which it is treated as normal or good. (OP is apparently oblivious to the entire psychological horror genre.)

you're seriously going to tell me that... you want to see a fictional minor... depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life?

Yes, this is what we are telling you.

Often, the author is not identifying with the adult, but with the child. Or with the child as much as with the adult. They are processing their own interests from when they were a minor, or their curiosity that had not developed into interests, or stories they had heard about other people when they weren't yet adults.

...That's the thing about fiction. It doesn't have to reflect the author's life or interests 100%. Every story does not need an author-insert character. And if a story has an author-insert-ish character, that character may not be the one closest to the author in demographics.

Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not?

Because child abuse is illegal because it hurts a child, not because it is a sign of Moral Depravity. Accidental, unintentional child abuse is still illegal - and it does happen.

On the other hand, abusing fictional characters depicted as children, is not illegal. Rowling is not a hundred times a murderer. Bryan Fuller has not been arrested for murder or cannibalism. Robert Bloch, Joseph Stefano, and Alfred Hitchcock are not guilty of child abuse or murder for their parts in making Psycho.

If you think there's a direct connection between "the fiction one writes" and "the acts one wishes to commit"... why aren't you out protesting the romance authors and publishers who include rape in their stories? Why aren't you trying to shut down HBO for Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon?

Ah, because they don't actually believe there's a connection between "write fiction about crime" and "commit crime." They're just grossed out that there's a whole genre mostly written by horny women, and they want to declare that women are not allowed to be horny about topics that they don't like.

"I don't support it in real life!"

CW: talk of sexualizing minors, slight rant

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult (1) you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits...(1) No I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

I'm sorry, love, but you contradict yourself so many times in that ask alone that you've made your opinion irrelevant.

[ladypurplejanewrynn]

The Wild Side Of Me Chapter 12

It was winter already. Tolys had even more work than before, since some of his colleagues went already on long dayoffs and some got sick. The boss really didn’t want to overwork the poor guy, but didn’t really had a choice. Finally, work was over and the Lithuanian came back home really exhausted. He didn’t even change clothes. He immediately went to bed, as he got home. A really bad dream took over his sleep. He was in his werewolf form and was being chased by something, or rather someone. The werewolf was running as fast as possible when suddenly he fell down, hitting the ground really hard. He looked up, to see that his legs got tangled up in some sorts of a trap. Tolys tried to untangle the rope or even use his claws and teeth to cut it. But nothing happened. A figure was getting closer to him. It looked so familiar. But as it start it reaching up for him, the man woke up all sweaty. He sit up:"Is okay…Is just a nightmare…You’re in your home, all safe…" He tried to calm himself down, to control his panicked breath. After a while of taking deep breaths, the Lithuanian went to the kitchen and made some tea, to help himself with completely calming down. The man tried to fall asleep, but in vain. He knew that what he saw was just a nightmare, but still be kept on worrying. Finally, he managed to fall asleep after 3 AM. The next morning, he got woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. At the beginning, he tried to ignore it and turned to the side, still trying to sleep. The phone wouldn’t stop, so he finally took it in his hands, to see who was calling him. It was Alfred. Tolys picked up:"Good Lord, Alfred you woke me up." "Ah… I’m sorry hun. I didn’t know you were sleeping. Usually you’re already awake at these hours." said Alfred. "What is it?" asked Tolys, with a bit raspy voice. "Well, since is winter and we’re finally having some free time, I was wondering if you wanted to go snowboarding with me and Matthew." answered the American. A yawn escaped Tolys’s mouth:"This sounds nice, but I’m not really feeling well. Plus, I do need more sleep. Last night I had troubles with falling asleep. I went to sleep like at 3 AM." "I understand. Well then, sleep well. I’ll see you later. Love you Tolys." said Alfred. A tired smiled appeared on the Lithuanian’s face:"I love you too Alfred." Then they both hang up, and Tolys went back to sleep. Later that day, at the afternoon Alfred came to see his boyfriend, who was already awake at that time and after dinner. "Hey Alfred, so how did the snowboarding go?" asked Tolys as he led his lover in. "Pretty good actually. It was nice to spent some time with my brother. But on the other hand, I wish you were there. It was so much fun." answered Alfred, taking off his coat, along with his shoes, scarf and hat. "What about you? Slept well?" he asked at his turn. "Not really. I mean, I feel rested. But my head hurts. I… I had a bad dream. And it felt so real. I was running away from someone, while I was in my werewolf form. That person was chasing after me. And then I fell into a trap and couldn’t free myself. Then that figure caught up to me. It looked so familiar. But I didn’t get to see who it was, as I woke up afterwards." explained the Lithuanian. Alfred comforted him:"Maybe the fact that you’re tired from being overworked at work, makes you have this kind of awful dreams. This kind of stuff happens from time to time." "Maybe you’re right. I probably worry for nothing. Is just a dream after all." said Tolys as he hugged Alfred. "If you want, I can stay up at your house for a night. Maybe you’ll feel much more safe when I’m here with you." proposed the American. "If you don’t mind, I would love to." answered the Lithuanian. He smiled:"Alright, just let me get my stuff from home first." Later at night, both of them went to sleep.

Tolys had another nightmare. This time, he was tangled up in more than just one rope and in his human form. His whole body, bound in a way which made harder to move. The same figure that chased him in the previous dream, stood above him. All shadowy. Only a mischievous smile being noticeable. "Who are you? What do you want from me?!" asked the Lithuanian as he tried to see who was the familiar figure. No answer. The figure start it getting closer. "No! Stay away from me!" shout it Tolys as he desperately tried to free himself, only to get tangled up even more and for the ropes getting tighter, limiting his movements more than before. A wide smile start it to appear on the shadowy figure’s face. "You’re giving me no other choice." said the Lithuanian and tried to transform into his werewolf form. However, it didn’t work. He was still in his human from. "Huh? What is going on?" escaped his mouth. The figure was very close now and it start it reaching out for him. Tolys woke up, all sweaty again and heavy breathing. He’s breaths were loud enough to wake up Alfred:"Honey, what wrong? Wow, calm down. Easy. I’m here. We’re at your house." The American hugged the Lithuanian, to calm him down and comfort him. "Take some deep breaths. Here we go."said Alfred. After getting Tolys to calm down, Alfred made him some tea and they had a conversation about the nightmare Tolys had. He told his lover everything that happened in that dream. "This sounds serious, hun. Do you want me to stay at your house for a bit longer?" asked Alfred. Tolys noded, making small squealing noises. As the days passed, the nightmares start it getting less scary. Alfred kept company to his boyfriend and did everything to make him feel better. Another night, another bad dream. Again, the first dream Tolys had, repeated itself. Only this time, that it end it up in a good way. When the shadowy figure was getting closer to the werewolf, another figure appeared and pushed away the first one. Tolys looked closer as the second figure start it to become clearer. It was Alfred. He kneeled down and cut the rope from the trap Tolys fell into. The scenery turned into something brighter and happier. Instead of darkness and shadows, there was light and flowers all around them. Finally, the nightmares left. Tolys slept without even waking up at night all sweaty and with heavy breaths and Alfred could come back home. Another day, and the Lithuanian woke up without having one of these nightmares. "Phew, I feel really well rested. Looks like all of those nightmares were part of me being overworked after all." thought Tolys and got up and made himself breakfast. Then, an idea popped out in his head. He decided to bake something sweet for Alfred for the support he gave him the days ago.

Some hours later, Tolys was at his boyfriend’s door. He knocked. "Ughhh… What is it?" Alfred’s voice came out from the other side. He sounded really frustrated. He opened the door:"Oh, is you Tolys. I would love to spent some time but I don’t have time." "Alfred wait. Can you at least take the cupcakes?" asked Tolys. The American looked at him:"I don’t have time! I’m already late! A colleague from work phoned me on the last minute that he won’t be able to work and told to replace him. Ughhhh, and I’m wasting my time on talking to you and on your cupcakes! I’m in a hurry! Don’t waste my time Tolys!" "Well, I really thought it would be nice to do bake something for you as a thank you for the last days. And I’ve put all my heart into it. I thought you’d be grateful." said the Lithuanian. "How am I supposed to be grateful when I’m already late for work and my boyfriend is slowing me down even more because he decided to make cupcakes!" yelled Alfred. "You know, just because a colleague from work pissed you off it doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me!" yelled Tolys at his turn. "At least I’m not hiding things and having to make secrets like you do. And at least I have a normal life." said Alfred. Tears dropped down from Tolys eyes:"So this is what you think about my life? That just because I’m a werewolf, my life must be extraordinary and can’t be a normal one? You don’t even know what is like to live with all of this!" Before Alfred could even say something, Tolys run away. Thanks to his werewolf speed, he was back home in 5 minutes, which normally would take him at least 10 minutes to get there from Alfred’s house. He threw the cupcakes in the trash and layed down on his bed, starting crying into the pillow. Moment someone ringed at the door. The Lithuanian lazily got up from his bed and went to open it. His two friends, Feliks and Alice came over. But when they saw Tolys’s face, they already knew something happened. They all took a sit on the couch. "So, what happened?" asked Alice. Tolys looked up at her:"Well… me and Alfred got into an argument…" "Over what?" asked Feliks. "Is a bit of a long story." said Tolys and then he start it explaining what happened. Of course he excluded the part about him being a werewolf since he still wasn’t ready to tell his friends about it. "Oh, Tolys i’m really sorry to hear that. Don’t worry. I’m sure you and Alfred will make up to each other. After all is not the first time you two have an argument. And is normal for them to happened from time to time." said Alice as she hugged her friends to comfort him. "Yup, like totally natural. And beside, I bet he didn’t mean any of the words he said. I know what I’m saying. Also is Alfred we’re talking about. The guy would literally do anything for you. Even if it meant to sacrifice his whole Marvel collection." said Feliks as he hugged his friend as well. A sniff came out of Tolys:"Thank you guys. You are absolutely the best. But still, it doesn’t help the fact that it hurts." The Polish woman got up:"I’ll be right back. I need to take some fresh air. Feliks, can you stay with Tolys for a moment? He shouldn’t be left alone in that state." "Wait a moment, where are you going?" asked the Polish man. "Come with me for a moment then." She said and they went to the hallway. "So, what are you up to?" asked Feliks. "I’m going to have a talk with Alfred about all of this." answered Alice. A shocked look appeared on the blond’s face:"Wow, wow, wow. Hold on, love. Are you sure is the best idea? He might still be in a bad mood. And we all know how much of a totally hot headed person you are." A smug smile appeared on her face:"Don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything like punch him. I have enough control over myself not to do that. Also I wouldn’t hurt a friend. And beside, I only want to get some sense into his head with words." "Alright, I trust you with that." answered Feliks and kissed her lips.

After the kiss and the conversation, Feliks went back to Tolys, to be there for him and comfort him the best he could. And Alice went straight up to the place Alfred was working at. She was lucky enough to catch him on the lunch break. "Oh, hey Alice. What’s up?" asked the American. "Don’t you hey Alice, what’s up me." said the lady, all frustrated. "Wow, what’s the matter? What did I do?" asked Alfred, surprised to see his friend mad at him. "Oh you know what you did. You had an argument with Tolys. You literally took out your anger on him just because a colleague from work got on your nerves." explained the Polish lady. "Alice, believe me. I really didn’t want it to argue with Tolys. I love him and I care so much about him, is just… Is not my fault that this jerk from work was unable to work and called me on last minute. He’s the one who…" start it Alfred but got cut off by Alice. "Even if it was very shitty from the part of your coworker to do that, is still no excuse to take out your anger on others. Tolys really wanted to do something nice for you, as a thank you for supporting him for the last days, when he had some nightmares after being overworked. He didn’t exactly tell me and Feliks about them, cause he didn’t want to talk about it. So we didn’t push it. And that’s why he brought you the cupcakes. He really put all of his heart into it. Not only you told him some awful things but also made him feel like he would be a bit of a burden to you. And now, while I’m here talking to you, Feliks is out there comforting him." Guilt painted itself on Alfred’s face:"I… I had no idea. I wasn’t thinking on what I was saying. I was so focused on getting to work on time and so fixed on the anger I felt toward my coworker that I didn’t realize on much I was terrible toward Tolys. I knew I’ve hurt him, but I didn’t know I’ve hurt his feelings this much. I… I’m a terrible boyfriend. Aren’t I?" Alice’s face soften and a smile came up onto her face:"I wouldn’t say so. Arguments happens between lovers. Some may be silly ones and some may be serious ones. I know that you didn’t mean any of these words. But I guess you should talk to him. Apologize as soon as possible." "You’re right. I do need to fix this. And I think I have an idea how." said the American. He looked at the time:"Oh shoot. I need to get back to work. Just don’t tell Tolys I’ll come over after work. I don’t want him to expect me at his house when I’ll finish working. I want it to be a surprise." Then he went back to work and Alice came back to the Lithuanian’s house. She and Feliks stayed by Tolys’s side all day and even took him for a friends getaway, to take some fresh air, also to have some fun and distract him from all the negativity. They got back at the evening at his house.

Tolys felt much better after hanging out with his friends for a bit. Then suddenly some ringed at the door. Tolys went to open up and was surprised to see Alfred at the door, with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. "Hey honey… Can I… come in?" asked Alfred really troubled. "Ummm… sure…" answered the Lithuanian and let him in. "Okay, I guess we will be leaving. We shouldn’t interrupt the two of you. See you later guys." said Feliks and he and Alice left. A moment of an awkward silence accurate between the lovers. Then Alfred finally decided to make the move:"Tolys… listen I… I’m really sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have said all of that. I didn’t meant any of the words that were said. I was in a lot of stress and, gosh I was so angry at my coworker for pulling off something like this on me. I never thought of your werewolf life as something weird or bad. And I especially never meant to make you think that you can't have a normal life just because you’re a werewolf. I’m truly sorry about all of this. Here’s some flower and chocolate for you. I know is not a lot to make up for what I said but…" Suddenly Tolys cut him off with a deep and long kiss on the lips. After some time passed, they broke the kiss. "You’re words really did hurt me. But, deep down inside I knew you didn’t meant it. And you don’t to say anything more. I forgive you, honey." answered Tolys. A smile appeared on Alfred’s face:"I’m glad you don’t hold any grudge against me. I was pretty afraid you might be mad at me to a point of shutting the door in front of my face, just as you see me in them." They hugged each other. "Anyway, where are the cupcakes you baked for me? Can I try some? I bet they are delicious." said the American. "I… ummm… well I kinda threw them into the trash. I felt bad about taking your time when you were going to work and I threw them away." explained the Lithuanian. "Oh honey, you shouldn’t have. I have an idea. How about we make some cupcakes together?" asked Alfred. "That’s a very good idea." answered Tolys. Then the two went to the kitchen and start it baking. The couple had so much fun with all of this. After the cupcakes were done, they ate them. "Got to tell you this. Food made by you is the best in the world, my love." Alfred complaint it. "Don’t be silly. You helped me with this one. Both of us are good at cooking." answered Tolys as small blushes appeared on his face. Alfred got his face a bit closer to his boyfriend’s:"I agree with you on that. Both of us together are absolutely the best." Then he leaned on and kissed him. After finishing the cupcakes, Alfred went back home. But before he left, he gave Tolys a really passionate kiss on the lips as a reminder that he’s the most important to him.