#Daniel & his necklace collection

[naanima]

PART 1 - Necklace Collection

I had to do this in two parts bcos I couldn't add any more images to this post.

I don't know if I'm just not finding the images or what, but it seems to me that Daniel didn't really start to wear a lot of jewelry prior to 2021. It looks like he started wearing simple white chains and bracelets, and that one single ring in 2021. Would love to know if people got references to his taste in jewelry prior to 2022.

The above are two pics are like the only ones I managed to find of him wearing necklaces in 2021. He definitely started wearing at least a ring and simple bracelet in 2021 too.

I DIDN'T realise he did a period of wearing 3 gold chains, definitely in 2022, maybe in 2021 too. I had always thought he only wore the two gold chains, and somewhere between or after wore one single gold chain a few times. And started wearing the first number "3" pendant on one chain with or without the second chain, it became a mainstay.

More 2022 necklaces. I'm fairly sure the latter is just him adding a white small pearl necklace with the gold chains.

This is not a necklace. But he definitely started wearing bracelets and rings in 2021, or at least they became more noticeable. And he still sometimes wears the two pieces from the above pic. Also, please bring back the three gold chains look.

PART 2 OF HIS NECKLACE COLLECTION.

Daniel and his rings.

[spicysourchimken]

Interesting reunions

Tim and Danny are twins, Danny was given up for adoption by the Drakes when he was a baby and Tim was never told he has a brother.

After a reveal gone bad, Danny, Jazz, Sam and Tucker became thieves after closing the portal. They mainly target supernatural or cursed items. Their target, a necklace, is being held in a museum with their in being a private event to show off the piece before it's sent back to its owner.

The heist would've gone well if Tim hadn't also been in attendance.

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'Lmao and here I thought you didn't want to be here'

It was a text from Dick.

Not exactly the strangest thing to happen when Tim was forced to attend an event.

He'd been benched after a mission resulted in a minor concussion. He'd personally been planning on going over his paperwork for Wayne Enterprises, but apparently that wasn't 'rest', instead he was sent off to be bored out of his mind at some art function. He didn't have time to prepare notes or even do any real research. But he still had Dick who had apparently been dragged along as his babysitter (And was fortunately interested in the items on display)

They'd been texting throughout the night. Dick fed him enough information to be mildly interested in topics of conversation, and when that failed the strange history of the main display. An old necklace that supposedly was connected to a string of deaths and all around misfortune.

So no, the text wasn't strange, but what was, was the photo attached. It was a picture of a man, grinning and chatting amicably with a woman whom he could barely make out as the collection's curator. His hair was longer than Tim's, tied neatly back to be clear of his glasses and to give clear view of the man's face.

Tim's face.

There was a clone at the event.

'can u get me another pic?'

Tim was now significantly more interested. Tim could identify the room they were in, housing the main display and it was about two rooms over from where he was currently hiding out. He could get there easily enough.

Dick sent him a thumbs up before replying with another, distinctly more uncomfortable photo of the man. He smiled awkwardly and Tim could finally get a better look at his face. Tim's brows scrunched together. A lichtenburg scar stretched up from beneath his collar and trailed along his jaw and in the light the man's eyes almost looked green.

He ran the photo through his facial recognition software, getting at least a few pings on himself before finally landing on Jonas Spencer, private security currently assigned to shadow one Morgan Deveraux. His history was solid, highschool records, even a spotty criminal history (points where he'd almost been arrested for bar fights) before he'd joined up with his firm.

So. not a clone. Probably.

Tim would still need to check it out. He pushed past a dark haired woman and entered the main show room. Dick, luckily had kept him in conversation but Jonas looked flighty, his eyes always drifting back to his charge.

Then he caught sight of Tim.

He froze. Staring at Tim for a moment before he tapped his ear- and what Tim assumed to be a comm. He made a move for Morgan, leaving Dick in the dust.

The lights flickered. Jonas reached for Megan, his hand wrapping around hers. Tim could've sworn his eyes darted upwards. Then there was a complete blackout. There was a clatter as a vent grate fell to the floor, shouts arose from the attendees.

Then the lights flickered back to life.

Jonas and Morgan had vanished, and so did the necklace as well as three other paintings.

Good news, its not a clone. Bad news, he might have a twin brother who is in a gang of thieves.

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Daniel Fenton, or as his ID currently stated 'Jonas Spencer', wouldn't exactly call himself a thief- personally he was more of a collector. Or a curator, whatever the hell you might call a guy who grabs haunted and or cursed objects and dumps them in an alternate dimension.

And it wasn't exactly like he was normally the one stealing things either! That was mostly Sam, he'd done for a bit when they'd first started up (pushing his hands through the glass and taking a necklace with him, or making a painting completely invisible as he whisked it away) but then Sam started calling it 'cheating' and claimed 'his technique was lacking' and promptly took over his position.

(He didn't exactly mind, using his powers too often made his skin crawl. He may not have the GIW constantly hunting him, but he'd had enough run ins to make him sweat. He also didn't want to think about his parents.)

So maybe their entire deal wasn't completely altruistic. When you've been on the run since seventeen and had decided that you, your best friends and your older sister are going to become international thieves, sometimes you have to steal things so that you can have an income. And sometimes stealing is fun.

Unluckily their current job wasn't recreational. They'd heard word of a haunted necklace, there was a string of bad luck connected to it. Mirrors shattering, injuries popping up only days after interacting with the piece, lights falling out from the ceiling. There'd also been a case of near death.

Very clearly the latest display piece was cursed meaning they needed to grab it before it was shipped back into it private collection in France. That meant a time crunch, meaning they wouldn't be fully prepared. It was fine- they'd stolen the dagger of Amon Ra when they had half a day to plan, so three should've been fine.

He and Jazz manned the floor, Jazz kept to grifting while Danny worked as support if things went sideways on any front. Jazz, currently wealthy socialite 'Morgan Devereaux', draped an arm around a politician as he guided her through the collection. Jazz shot him a glance telling him to stay back, keep monitoring the main floor with the necklace.

That was fine. He could do that. He approached the curator and complimented the piece, letting her tell him about the struggles she had getting it overseas let alone her conversations with the owner. Ok, so definitely cursed.

Danny felt eyes on his back, and from the corner of his eye he saw someone take a photo. Tall, dark hair and a bright smile.

Sam pointed out that it was a Wayne.

At that point Danny made an attempt to leave, if he was going to get into a fight we wasn't going to do it there. He'd be too close to the necklace for Sam to get in and grab it without attention being drawn to her too. But Grayson cornered him impressively fast. He asked Danny for a photo, claiming that he looked just like his brother. Danny relented.

Then Tucker chimed in that someone had ran his face. Fuck. Dick kept him in conversation but Danny was eyeing their escape roots. Sam warned that another was coming through the left entrance and that she'd already lifted his phone. Danny turned, preparing himself for confrontation.

Then Danny saw him, his doppelganger.

Grayson hadn't been lying. That thought was terrifying.

Danny sent two taps into his earpiece and made his way towards Jazz. They couldn't risk staying any longer. Danny didn't know if they'd been made or not but he wasn't taking chances. He nodded to Sam who went for the jewels as Tucker cut the lights. Jazz and Danny took a painting each.

Sam went for the vents and Danny and Jazz disappeared through the front door.

[giuseppe-yuki]

i promise

daniel ricciardo x mermaid!reader

w.c.: 4.9k

warnings: curse words, mildly graphic violence/abuse, fluff with angst

summary: ever since you were a young mermaid, your father only had one rule, and one rule only- don’t go near the surface.

picture credits from pinterest :)

ever since you were a young mermaid, your father only had one rule, and one rule only- don’t go near the surface.

again and again, from before you could barely swim, your father would remind you and your sisters of the horrors that were above the gentle waves that you called your home- giant flying objects that whistled, great iron beasts that launched boulders, nets that scooped your fish friends into the great unknown, and the worst one, humans that hunted your species for fun. you recall curling underneath your weaved seaweed blankets trembling with fear when your father told these stories, imagining how these monsters could even bear to do such horrible things. your sisters, however, only laughed at you for being a scaredy fish, and instead begged for your father to tell them about the famous sirens that dragged the evil humans to their death.

afterwards, when all your sisters were sound asleep, dreaming their silly dreams of having their names scrawled in the books of myth with the famed temptresses like pisinoe, thelxiepeia and aglaope, you hugged your father tight and promised to never, ever, go to the surface.

you kept your promise from when you were little like an oath. in the mornings, after your father went to work treating the local sea life, you and your sisters swam out from the secret opening behind the kelp forest that was the entrance to the hidden cavern that you called your home. they always told your father they were out hunting for new accessories and jewelry, but you knew better. the minute you passed the long green strands of seaweed concealing your home, your sisters would flip their glittering fins and swim up, up, up. they would linger at the surface, with just the tops of their heads to their eyes peeking out, studying, waiting, for just the right moment to push an unsuspecting sailor into the water. meanwhile, you opted to dive lower towards the sandy floor towards the shipwrecks that littered the ground. there, hidden underneath the crumbling floorboards and in the broken cupboards, hid shiny gold coins and colorful rocks that you were so fond of.

when the water darkened and glowing orbs twinkled like distant fish scales above, you would swim your way back to your home, alone.

in you and your sisters’ shared bedrooms, you would carefully place your day’s work- several rings or a pretty pearl necklace, next to your growing collection. your sisters would swim in moments later, giggling about how they almost successfully drowned yet another vile man. to their own collection, they would add yet another golden compass, hand knife, or scrap of cloth. and when your father swam in, giving each one of you a hug and asked about your day, you would excitedly tell him about the gems you found while your sisters lied through their teeth about all the little sea creatures they visited. internally, you scorned your sisters for lying to your father. you would never do such things- you were obedient and a good daughter, after all, weren’t you?

of course you were. that’s why, on your father’s birthday, instead of following your sisters to the surface to try and hunt down a sailor for a trinket, you decided to swim to the lush beds of oysters next to the shore to collect pearls for a pretty little necklace. everyone knew that these specific oysters, albeit a teensy bit closer to the surface, held biggest, shiniest pearls that the ocean world has ever seen.

you sling your kelp-weaved bag over your shoulder as you weave your way through several schools of colorful fish towards the oysters. you even wave a ‘hello’ to emmy, the giant whale shark that you had grew fond of over time. emmy uses her echolocation to send a ‘hi’ back. the swim is brisk, and you arrive at your designation in no time- a spread of shiny gray-black oysters sat on a seabed of waving green kelp. tiny bubbles flow out of their shells, drifting towards the mysterious blue surface world.

reaching your hand out, you take one, then two oysters carefully and place them into your bag. honestly, you would probably need at least ten to make a decent necklace for your father. oysters number three and four plop gently into your bag after brushing away a few pesky blue crabs that had decided to infiltrate your serious harvesting session.

you are about to reach for a fifth oyster- a ginormous one that was guaranteed to house the centerpiece of the necklace, when suddenly, a weaved web descends upon you.

almost immediately, you drop your bag. fear flashes through you- hot and sharp. you hurriedly kick your fins, propelling yourself away from the net, but all it does is for you to knock sand everywhere and scatter the once-peaceful colony of oysters throughout the shallow bed. before you know it, the net ascends up, up, up towards the only place your father had said not to go- the surface.

the first thing you notice when you are above the calming waves of the place you call your home was how cold it was. gusts of air cool your sensitive skin, making you tremble. the sky, now clearer without the frothy waves of the ocean distorting it, looked strangely pretty. as you are dragged unceremoniously through the strangely dry sand, you look through the holes of the net to find an expanse of white sandy beach, littered with purpley-pink seashells. it is framed by rocky cliffs that are lined with stringy seaweed-like plants.

you come to a stop.

footsteps sound behind you, a thump-thump sound that makes your heart race. you try to turn in the net, but the rough fibers restrict your movement by digging roughly into your flesh.

“wow! looks like i caught a fat fish!” a voice exclaims.

it sounds masculine, a deep rumble with a slight lilt of an accent. a soft rustle above you sounds as the being untangles what you assume to be the top of the net.

when you feel the strands of the net fall away from around you, you whip around, as fast as you can.

to your surprise a man stares back at you with deep whiskey-brown eyes that are wide in surprise. his curls stick out every which way a worn brown tricorn hat, and his slightly parted lips are framed by a slight stubble.

you can’t help but look down. his toned chest peeks out his dirty linen shirt, and his muscular arms are frozen, still holding the damp net. he wears a rather ragged pair of trousers that are rolled up, showing off his legs. legs… legs!

he was a human.

a shrill scream erupts from your throat, and you leap back towards the surface of the ocean.

“please!” you cry, desperately trying to claw your way through the sand that coated your wet skin. “please…don’t hurt me!”

the mysterious man immediately drops the net, hands raised in a gesture of peace, a concerned look crossing his face. he looks as shocked to see you as you are of him.

“hey! hey! it’s okay!” he shouts. “i won’t hurt you now- i promise!”

true to his word, he backs up away from you, simultaneously yanking the offending net away behind his back.

you glance at him wearily, your father’s warnings and stories bouncing around your head. he had always told you that humans were evil, greedy creatures that would stop at nothing to capture your kind.

but now, looking at the human man standing in front of you, for the first time, you started to doubt your father.

yes, he was a human, but did it really matter? he was pretty, and you liked pretty things. your horde of glimmering gems and jewels at home would vouch for you. how could a gorgeous being like him ever do any wrong?

the man in front of you hesitantly opens his mouth.

“i’m- i’m daniel,” he says, reaching a hand out for you to shake before changing his mind and rests it awkwardly to his side. “i’m sorry i called you a fat fish earlier…i didn’t know you were a-“ he gestures vaguely to your shiny tail- “mermaid.”

you brush the guilty thoughts of what your father would think away from you, and instead, scooch closer on the hot sand towards daniel.

even when the setting sun the paints the both of you a luminous orange hours later and you both lie at the edge of water, you still continue to chat idly. it’s honestly mostly daniel talking, but you don’t mind. his voice is enchanting in a way, like how you assume the sirens that your sisters always dreamed to be would sound to sailors in the water. your fingers swirl shapes in the sand as daniel continues to tell you how one of his silly shipmates named lando broke their captain’s most beloved magnifying glasses after he knocked it off a table.

“…and then, lando just leaves the mess hall as if the max’s magnifying glass wasn’t just broken in like, four pieces on the ground!” he says, moving his hands animatedly.

you giggle, fins flicking a little bit of water into the air, but you aren’t listening to his story, and instead, studying his face.

noticing your stare, daniel lets out a laugh and a toothy grin that you have come to be familiar with quickly. “what? do i have something on my face?” he asks, tilting his head in question.

”well…” you say teasingly. leaping up as best as you can, you place a kiss on his cheek before diving into the waves in front of you.

when you emerge from the foamy tides, daniel now stands, stunned, one hand lightly pressed to the place where you pressed a kiss.

you can tell his face is dusted with red, like the smooth coral near your home. there’s no doubt that yours is too.

“it’s a goodbye kiss,“ you explain. “because i have to go- it’s getting dark. it was nice talking to you, danny!”

you wiggle your fingers in a goodbye and are about to dive back into the water when daniel lets out a shout.

“wait!” he yells, hurriedly patting his pockets.

you hesitate, turning back to his figure on the shore.

from his left pocket, he draws out a beautiful patterned handkerchief.

“for you,” he states, extending his arm towards you.

when you grab the soft material from his hand, you swear you feel an electrifying buzz that flows from him into you.

god, how were you going to hide this from your father?

cursing yourself for forgetting the time, you practically dash home through the kelp forest and into the secret entrance that led to the cavern you called your home. your sisters are home already, carefully wrapping various items, like a gold compass and silver eyeglass in shimmery jellyfish-paper.

selkie, one of your older sisters, approaches you with an smile when she sees you float in.

”well? where’s your gift for father?” she asks, eyes trailing over you to see if you had brought anything special in.

quickly, you reach to your side for your kelp bag full of oysters. however, it isn’t there.

fuck.

it was probably still sitting on the oyster bed, abandoned, after daniel had mistakenly reeled you in with his net.

you scratch your head.

”well, i- er…”

selkie wrinkles her eyebrows, perplexed. “where were you all day, then, if not finding a gift for father?”

your other sisters look over, temporarily pausing from wrapping the stolen knick-knacks from the sailors.

”let me guess,” your other sister, marina, says from the messy table. “you went to go peek at the hot mermen down by the underwater cove, weren’t you? and then you lost track of time?”

if only she knew that you were looking at a gorgeous man, just not one that lived in the sea.

“no!” you screech, cheeks feeling a little warm from the thought of daniel in the sun. ”i wasn’t! i swear!”

your sisters laugh, fully convinced they had caught you in a lie. suddenly, selkie stops laughing and narrows her eyes at you. her slender arm reaches out, quick as a swordfish, and snatches daniel’s handkerchief from your hand.

“what is this, dear sister?” she says, holding it up to the algae light source at the top of the room to study it better.

panicked, you snap your hand towards the valuable cloth and try and rip it out of your sister’s grasp, but she is quicker. the cloth flicks out of her hand in a perfect arc and is caught by marina, who had stopped cutting the jellyfish paper. your other sisters stop what they are doing and crowd in as well, wanting to catch a glimpse of the fabric.

“give that to me!” you exclaim, pushing your sisters aside to take back daniel’s handkerchief. they had no right taking it away from you.

marina lets out a gasp before you are able to reach her.

“this…this is a human handkerchief!”

whipping her head towards you, she raises her eyebrow and smiles at you in amusement.

“so, you’ve finally broken your silly little promise to father huh?” she balls up the material and throws it at you. “did you finally get the guts to go up to the surface and steal something special for father?”

“yeah, and she didn’t even succeed in getting anything either- all she stole was a piece of cloth,” one of your other sister interjects.

you ignore the giggles of your sisters and sniff angrily at marina before picking up the fallen handkerchief from the ground shoving it into a chest on your shelf of shiny treasures.

that night, you give your father a small necklace made of the rubies and diamonds you found on the sunken shipwrecks. it is a far cry from the pearl necklace you had promised to make him, but he thanks you appreciatively and gives you a big hug. after dinner, he makes a big speech about how he is so thankful for such kind, obedient, and beautiful daughters, and you feel just the teensiest bit guilty for lying to him for the first time ever. however, the thought of daniel’s smile wipes it all away, and you fall asleep that night with his handkerchief tucked under your sponge coral pillow.

when day breaks, you often find yourself traveling upwards towards the forbidden surface in the same direction as your sisters. while poke their heads up near the massive wooden ships with plenty of sailors to prey on, you instead glide your way towards the bed of oysters. daniel is always there, in his scraggly linen shirt and brown tricorn hat, when you pop your head out of the bubbly tides. when the sun above him creates a halo around his head of curls and he smiles at you with twinkling brown eyes, you swear he must be an angel of some type. you both talk about every topic in the book, about daniel’s shipmates on his fishing boat, about your silly sisters and their siren dreams, and about life in general. and when the sun sets, like the first day, you press a kiss to daniel’s rough stubble, and he gifts you with a new trinket for your collection. as time goes on, your usual collection of gems and jewels are overshadowed by the many items from daniel. your sisters question you from time to time, but you never answer them. daniel was a secret- an oath- that you vowed to keep to yourself forever. your sisters could never appreciate daniel the way you did.

it’s just like any other day when you swim out of the secret entrance, past the seaweed forest with your sisters. like always, they drift towards their normal spot near the big mighty human ships and bob in the water, watching as the little sailors on the boats raise their sails and tie their ropes. taking a sharp turn, you leave them there as you head towards the oyster bed towards danny. when you pop out of the lazy tides of the water, the familiar muscular figure of daniel is standing there on the sand, like he always is. he gives you a smile and a wave, making your heart leap in your chest. you waste no time in gliding towards the shore and pulling yourself onto a low-hanging flat rock near the water.

danny practically leaps through the dunes of sand to take a seat next to you, not caring that the right sides of his linen shirt and brown trousers grow a little damp from the water on your tail. carefully, he undos the laces on his worn-out boots, before tossing it aside and sticking his feet in the cool water of the ocean.

a minute of comfortable silence passes over your figures on the rock. even without looking, you know his eyes are trained not at the endless expanse of ocean in front of you, but rather, on you.

”what?” you question him, without breaking your gaze on the beautiful surface world.

daniel doesn’t flinch from being caught staring. instead, he just smiles, eyes crinkling.

“you know, you do kind of look like a siren sitting on this rock,” he declares, not hiding the way his big brown eyes rake over your body appreciatively. you see how his gaze lingers on your glittery tail for a slight moment, probably admiring the sheer rainbow scales.

your cheeks heat up, unused to compliments from men (a human one, at that).

“well, you better be careful, danny,” you joke, using your fin to splash some water at him, “i might just lure you in with a song and drag you into the waves to drown you.”

he laughs, using a tattooed hand to shield himself from some of the bigger droplets. “well,” he admits, “i might just let you pull me in- how can anyone resist your pretty wiles?”

to that, your cheeks flush even more, and you become a little shy, looking at daniel timidly through your long lashes.

it’s weird to think about it- a year ago, an offhand mention of coming into contact with a human would have sent you into a frenzy. what if they captured you? what if they hurt you? you can’t help but feel silly at your past thoughts. as if your danny would ever do that.

”oh! i forgot,” he says quietly, reaching into his pocket. “i have something for you.” from the depths of his pant pocket, he pulls out a silver ring set with moonstone, a beautiful cloudy white gem that sparkles in the midday sun. gently, he places it in your lap. the jewel is shaped like a perfect circle, reminding you of the glittery white pearls that your sisters often wore in their hair.

“d’ya like it?” he inquires, eyes scanning your face for your reaction. “i found the gem, and asked my mate yuki to set it in this ring, especially for you!”

especially for me? this was just another reason why danny was better than all of the rather plain mermen down below the waves. when had they ever made a pretty ring- just for you?

you slip the ring onto a finger to find that it fits perfectly- not too tight and not too loose. in a burst of emotion, you reach up and cup the side of daniel’s face and pull him into a deep kiss.

when you pull apart a minute later, with flushed faces and swollen lips, daniel looks at you slyly.

“i take it that you liked it?”

you whistle a sweet tune as you do a flip in the water, leaving the oyster bed and daniel behind. you can’t help but keep glancing at the ring on your finger. it now glowed red, sparkling in the rare reddish rays of the setting sun that penetrated the water, a polar opposite of the pearly white from hours ago on the surface. when you reach the ships, you swim barely below the surface, teasingly flipping your tail into the air once in a while. he loves me, he loves me, you giddly repeat to yourself. a sudden thought of you leading your father to the surface to meet daniel flashes in your mind and it sends a shiver of scandalous delight through your body. you giggle to yourself quietly, but that’s when you hear it.

an awful scream, one that sounds awfully like- selkie.

you pop your head hesitantly above the water, alert and on guard.

like you predicted there, a distance away, was selkie. she was being hauled up into one of the towering ships by her tail. to your horror, your sister flails uselessly against the side of the boat as a grinning sailor pulls on the rope wrapped tightly around her body, hefting her up one pull at a time. your eyes meet your sister’s just as the evil sailor pulls her onto the deck of towering ship, effectively cutting off any possible chance of you communicating to her.

what the fuck?

you don’t even have a chance to react before you find yourself leaping through the water towards her. what the hell just happened? your sisters had to be around here somewhere. how could they let selkie get captured just like that?

when you reach the boat, the absence of the rest of your sisters is obvious. you only see marina bobbing half-hidden underneath the surface, face streaked with tears. even if she looked like she was in visible distress, you can’t help but reach toward her roughly, shaking her.

“what are you doing hiding under the surface??” you demand. “didn’t you see? selkie was just captured! we have to get father, and- and- everyone, and save her!”

marina pushes you away, face contorted with obvious fear and anger. “don’t you understand?” she yells, “they took father and everyone else, okay?? if i go up there, they’re gonna take me too, and they’re gonna take us and chop us up and sell us and-“

unable to continue the sentence, marina breaks into uncontrollable sobs.

you aren’t even sure how to even begin to comprehend your sister’s sentence. father…? your sisters…? how…?

before you can react, a brown net blocks the line of vision of where your sister was. it yanks upwards with surprising speed, pulling the blurry shape of marina with it.

”NO!!” you shriek, desperately trying to grasp the net before it pulls away. alas, you miss it by a centimeter, and it lifts up, up, up, out of the water. you don’t even think before leaping out of the water, catching onto the net with one hand, your last hope of rescuing your sister. she peers down through the holes of the net with teary eyes, but makes no attempt to move, as if accepting her fate.

no, no, no, you think desperately, tears blurring your vision. you ignore the burn of the rope cutting deep into your fingers as you use your free hand to slash at the net while it swings in place, too heavy for one sailor to lift. your nails breaks a few strands of the hard rope, but truthfully, you and your sister both know it’s no use. above you, a sailor with blue watercolor eyes peeks over the railing, spots you dangling there, and laughs. the ribbons of his sailor’s hat shake as he laughs, and a gold-lined brooch, with a grotesque image of mermaid in the center, shines brightly, as if taunting you. he disappears back behind the railing, and the footsteps of several other sailors slap across the deck before the net begins slowly lifting upwards again. you know you can’t keep this up for long. your strength was slowly fading from clutching to the net.

reaching up, you attempt to hack at the net holding marina one last time when she slips her hand through one of the holes and squeezes your hand.

“go,” she says, strangely calm, eyes meeting yours. “go and save yourself. it’s too late for me, okay?”

you start to refuse, words clogging your throat as your emotions overwhelm you. it’s not too late, you want to say, i can do it! i’ll break the net and then i’ll save you, and then- and then- i’ll get on the boat, somehow- and then i’ll save father, and then selkie, and then everyone else, i swear! i can do it! please!

marina snakes her hand onto your shoulder, and pushes.

against your will, your grip falters on the net and you fall down, down, down, back into the ocean.

and when you swim back towards to surface, wanting to tell marina to come back, come back, please, she has disappeared over the edge of the towering ship.

the salty tears that you cry disappear in the ocean around you as you flee like you never cried at all. the fish around you swim gleefully, as if you hadn’t just had your father and sisters ripped from you. the orangey-reddish glow of the setting sun continues to filter through the water, and the calming red glow now taunts you. the seaweed on the bottom of the ocean floor waves side to side in a calming rhythm, but all it does is remind you of the front door of your secret home, that you once shared with your sisters and father. emmy, the whale shark, blows a bubble ring at you in hello as she swims by. you don’t know why, but you punch the bubble ring, as hard as you can, shattering it into tiny bubbles, causing emmy to swerve away in fear. it’s weird, how fast your life can change. one minute you were sitting with daniel, one hand in his curls and his lips glued to yours, and the next you were- wait. daniel. he could help you! he was human, wasn’t he? he could talk to the evil sailors and convince them to release your sisters and father! they’d listen to him- he’s so nice and charismatic, he’s bound to be able to persuade them.

daniel was sitting on the beach where you had left him half an hour ago, when you approach the shore, drawing shapes in the sand. he seems surprised to see you, but immediately jumps up from the sand and waddles into the ocean. his boots and the bottoms of his pants become drenched with seawater, but he continues deeper into the water until he meets you in the middle.

smiling from ear to ear, he starts to say, “you missed me so much that you came back?” in a teasing tone, but his face immediately drops into a concerned one, once he realizes the droplets of water on your face are not from the ocean, and are in fact leaking from your eyes. he immediately opens his arms, as if inviting you in.

you swim into his arms, hands clutching to his muscled shoulders for dear life.

“hey baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, patting your back in an up and down motion comfortingly.

as memories of the traumatic kidnappings of your family flash through your mind, you begin to sob even harder. you are sure that your steady stream of tears could fill an entire ocean, at this point.

daniel doesn’t pry, like the kind-hearted person he is, and continues to run a hand gently down your back until your sobs have quieted down to occasional hiccups and you are ready to tell him what has happened.

he carries you gently to the upper shore, and sits with you, chest deep in water, while you tell him the events that occurred after you left- selkie being hoisted up onto the boat, marina getting caught in the net, the sailor with the brooch laughing at you, and marina pushing you away. when you finish, you grasp his hands, and plead with him to save your family from whatever awful fate was awaiting them on the ship, fresh tears rolling down your face.

he agrees almost immediately, and assures you, tomorrow- tomorrow, we will go, and i will save them for you, i promise, i promise.

and you believe him. the sun had set, and there was nothing you could do in the dark of night. all there was to do was to wait for tomorrow. so, when your quivering body calms, curled in deep sleep by the rocking waves of the shallow water and the comforting embrace of danny’s arms, he reaches up, and adjusts the collar of his linen shirt, making sure the gold-lined brooch, with a little mermaid engraved in the center, is still hidden. he then reaches down and gently slips the moonstone ring off of your finger and slips it into his pocket for next time. his work here was done. now all he had to do was to wait for max and lando to come haul you into the ship, and then they could go to the next location. he smiles, looking at your peaceful body entwined so willingly- so trustingly- against him, and can’t help but laugh. mermaids were so easy to trick.

a/n: i think i am just incapable of giving my fics good titles ;-; someone save me and help me give this one a better name please 🙏

[girlsdads]

#ok it’s giving girl dad wearing his daughter’s handmade necklace special for him into work 🥺🥺😩😩

couldn’t stop thinking about this tag of mine, wrote a little smth about it 🥰

The stomping footfalls racing down the hall behind him could only be those of a toddler. Daniel turns and squats just in time for his tiny blonde projectile of a child to come barreling into his chest. The force sends Daniel falling back onto his butt with a surprised oof, his daughter giggling delightedly in his lap.

“Hey, Ellie-bug,” Daniel smiles. “Daddy’s gotta go to work, remember how we talked about it and you promised to be a big girl?” He brushes a strand of hair away from her mouth where it’s gotten stuck in a little smear of jam leftover from her breakfast. Daniel had shown Max how to make it just the way she likes—the pancake batter shaped in the silicone star mold, the silly faces drawn in jelly and jam.

Ellie’s head bobs up and down dutifully, but she makes no move to get up.

Max appears from the kitchen then, looking like a man who’s been fighting a losing battle with the second pancake. There’s a splatter of thick batter on his white t-shirt. He’s holding the spatula like it’s offended him somehow. Daniel looks at him over their daughter’s head, and loves him fiercely.

“She is of course the biggest girl,” Max says. Ellie grins proudly. “Why don’t you give Daddy your present now, then we will finish your pancakes.”

Daniel watches her grey-blue eyes light up like she’s just now remembering why she came running at him in the first place. She reaches a chubby hand into the bib pocket on her overalls, embroidered Enchanté script stretching as she roots around and produces a string of brightly-colored plastic beads. She holds it out to him expectantly.

Daniel takes the strand delicately in hand, wraps it around the backs of his fingers and rotates his wrist to get a good look. It’s a necklace, probably more of a choker given its relatively small circumference, the fat pony beads the only real indication it was made by a child. The powder pink and fuchsia beads are separated by interspersed pearlescent white orbs and clear sparkly stars. Smack in the center is a single number bead, a glittery pink three.

“Jeepers, did you make this for me? It’s beautiful!” Daniel says, and means it. He’s already been wanting to talk to his team about adding a jewelry collection to a future drop, and what better inspiration?

Ellie nods excitedly. “Papa helped me do a…,” she pauses, squints and tilts her little head, searching for the word, “…a pattern!”

“We made it the other day, while you were out with Blake,” Max chimes in. “For good luck.” He sounds almost bashful, like maybe it wasn’t their daughter’s idea in the first place. Daniel’s heart is so swollen it’s threatening to leak out through the gaps in his ribcage.

“How’d I get so lucky, huh?” Daniel muses, softly, mostly to himself. He stretches the elastic over his head, feels the smooth plastic three settle in the hollow of his throat. His pulse thrums evenly against it, grounding.

He flashes his biggest smile at his family. “How do I look?”

“Pretty, Daddy!” Ellie throws herself forward again, wrapping her arms around Daniel’s neck. It leaves him locking eyes with Max, who’s gazing down at the two of them like nothing else in the universe exists. Daniel can never quite get used to that look—still feels butterflies dancing up the back of his throat, his stomach dropped into a glorious freefall.

“Beautiful, Daniel,” Max says, reverent. “Always.”

[and-so-he-rambled]

“Oh Bats, are you losing your touch?”

(Gotham Rogue Vlad Masters) Masterlist

Vlad was definitely gloating as he cocked his hip and leaned against the roof access door of the building. Bruce had been chasing him all across the city, having much less luck than usual ever since Vlad’s powers had started getting stronger. He still didn’t dare change forms since Daniel’s death day weeks earlier, both for not tipping his hand and being unsure if he was strong enough to maintain it yet, but he could feel his former strength returning. The wound in his shoulder was starting to heal properly now that they had access to ectoplasm.

He tauntingly swung the artifact in front of him, a necklace from a private collection that one of his old contacts had asked him to track down. Getting in and out had been easy, using the cheat of his intangibility to get in without tripping an alarm. He did however somehow manage to set off the silent alarm as he was leaving, what an unfortunate oversight that would surely lure in a bat.

Batman glared at him, breathing heavier than usual. Vlad was becoming more and more sure each day that he wasn’t truly human, able to keep up with a half ghost across the city. Vlad hadn’t made it easy for him for both their sakes, he needed the exercise and the Bat needed his lovely company. He’d kept things fun by shorting out the bats comm line occasionally, but not so much that he would catch on that Vlad was the cause. It really did ruin so much of the fun to have a voice in your ear helping out.

“Badger.” The hero snarled, taking a step forward.

Vlad smirked, twirling the necklace around his clawed finger and dancing out of reach. And Daniel said ballroom was a useless skill!

“Ah, ah, not my name.” He didn’t always use the Honey Badger moniker, but it had its uses. Batman glared harder, forcing his next words through grit teeth.

“Honey-“

“Yes dear?”

Vlad cackled as Batman frowned harder, tossing the necklace up and snatching it back out of the air before making it disappear from sight. In reality it was stored inside Vlad’s arm, but the Bat didn’t know that.

“Oh, guess it’s gone!” Vlad smirked, taking a swaggering step forward with his hands out to show his empty palms, long metal claws glinting. He invaded the Bat’s space, their chests nearly touching as he growled playfully. What? He was allowed to have a little fun!

“You going to search me for it?”

Batman grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from where it had strayed close to his utility belt.

“You going to make me?” Vlad was unable to help the low purr in his chest.

“Maybe I-“

“Unhand Honey Badger!”

Both men froze as a tiny voice yelled, heads turning to watch a tiny body executed a perfect flip, only to stumble as he landed.

Daniel stood in all his tiny glory, smiling up at him with sharp teeth. He was wearing his own version of the Badger outfit, with white markings down the eyes of his cowl and gauntlets that ended in claws, but Vlad could see stars twinkling in the black fabric. It appeared Daniel had discovered how to change the outfit of his ghost half.

“Little Badger.” Vlad hissed, stalking away from Batman and making sure he was a barrier between Daniel and the Bat. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping you fight Batman! Did you steal something? Can I see? Can I help next time?” The white lenses of Daniel’s cowl widened, a tinge of glowing green behind them.

“I was explicitly clear that you are not ready yet, was I not?” Vlad glanced at Batman, who was watching them, and switched to ghost speak. Daniel was hardly fluent yet, but he could understand it well enough. ‘Where is your sister? How did you find me? I thought you hated stealing!’

“I do! But sometimes people do bad things for good reasons!” Daniel repeated his first lesson proudly and in English. “Besides, you said Batman is a weirdo and we can be mean to him.”

“Badger, is this child… acquainted with you?”

Vlad sniffed, turning up his nose.

“I don’t see how that’s your business. Perhaps I’ve taken a page out of your book.” He glanced at Daniel’s shoddy costume and back to Batman. “At least mine wears pants.”

Batman glowered at him, Vlad’s hearing picking up staticky laughter from his comms. His hearing was growing sharper and better as well now. He hadn’t picked up anything useful from Bat’s comms yet, as he rarely got close enough to listen for long and they used code names, but he gladly kept this skill hidden for when it would have its uses.

Just as the great Bat went to offer whatever defense he had for his Robin occasionally wearing honest to ancients booty shorts the boy himself landed on the roof. It seems he’d decided to actually join the party this time. He usually made himself scarce when Vlad and the Bat had their moments.

“Hey, they’re comfy! I didn’t know bad guys had sidekicks too, if he my new nemesis? Kinda short.” Robin smiled confidently at the younger child.

The two children stared at each other for a long moment before Daniel turned to Vlad.

“Can I fight him? Can I? Can I? I’ve been training with J- WildCat!”

“Cub, you are not ready to face Robin yet.” Not without using his powers and blowing their secret.

“Just a little? Pleaaase?”

Vlad glanced at Batman before sighing heavily, shoulders sagging.

“Just for a moment.” Sue him, he wanted to know how Daniel would fare in a real fight. He trusted Robin wouldn’t hurt him severely, and that Batman knew he wasn’t above revenge on his cub’s behalf.

“But he’s a toddler!” Robin protested, gesturing at the young child. “How do we start? Witty banter?”

The Badger Cub had been training with Vlad and Jazz daily, but his training was far different than theirs. Vlad was teaching Jazz acrobatics and the art of thievery, but Daniel had been learning simply how to survive by any means necessary.

Which was why he dropped down to all fours, let out a terrifying snarl, and ran at the young hero full force. Vlad watched in delight as Robin screamed, the kindergartener launching up at him.

He easily dodged Batman’s attack, twirling out of reach with a laugh.

“Honestly Batman, so impatient. Can’t keep your hands off me, can’t you see I’m watching the children play?”

Daniel, to his credit, was doing very good for a five year old. He was using every dirty trick Vlad had taught him, and a few he’d come up with on his own.

“What is wrong with this kid! Owowow, he’s biting me! Who does that?!” Robin shook his arm as he tried to pry it from the child’s jaws.

“Badger! What did I say about biting? Release! You don’t know where that boy has been!” Vlad flipped out of Batman’s reach with a slight boost from flight, kicking him in the chest as he did.

The cub unlocked his jaw and skittered away, still on all fours and growling.

“I promise he’s had his shots.”

Vlad’s comm came alive with a crackle, Jazz’s terrified voice coming over the line.

‘I can’t find Dan- Baby Badger! I woke up and he’s gone!’ The girl sobbed in a panic, hiccuping. Daniel went stiff, staring at Vlad with wide eyes as his sensitive ears picked up the words.

“I have him, WildCat. We’ll be returning momentarily, he is unharmed.” He assured her, scooping the child up under one arm. Batman and Robin began to drift to the sides, likely trying to box him in.

“You’re not going anywhere, Honey Badger.”

“Actually I am!” Vlad cheerily yelled as he released a cloud of thick smoke from a port in his glove, turning invisible and running as the Bats closed in.

“Cub, you are going to be grounded until you’re thirty.” He snarled to his adopted son as they dashed across buildings and through shadows. “But, I am proud of how well you did. Perhaps one day you can join me.” He wanted better for his kids, but he also knew that there wasn’t much of a life for them outside of the shadows. A secret part of him hoped Daniel would do good like he always wanted instead of becoming a thief like him and Jazz, but he’d let the child choose that path himself.

Jazz was a mess when they finally phased through the apartment wall, snatching her brother and hugging him through sobs. Once she’d recovered she began to scream at him, shaking the boy until Vlad stepped in.

Daniel passed out immediately once he changed back, happy as could be and unworried about the punishment that awaited him.

Vlad left the bedroom to find Jazz on the couch, staring at her hand. She was wearing one of her gauntlets, the metal gloves Vlad had made her for self defense. They normally stayed as simple bracelets, but she could activate them as needed. She’d designed them herself when Vlad had taught her the lesson of scratching the eyes out of anyone who tried to take her.

“What’s on your mind, Jasmine?” He sat down on the threadbare couch beside her.

The redhead sighed, bumping their shoulders together as she leaned against him. He activated the second gauntlet with a flick of her wrist, tapping the metal claws together idly.

“I know it’s stupid, but I guess I wanted to be the one to go with you first.” Vlad looked at his adoptive daughter, cataloguing every scar and stress line. She’d aged so much in the last year. He knew she wanted to follow in his footsteps and provide for them, but Daniel would always tether her. It was Vlad’s fault for putting so much of Daniel’s care on her shoulders when he’d promised himself he wouldn’t, but they had never had other options. Daniel was just too young, too special, too reckless.

“I’ll tell you what.” Jazz looked at him with sad bit curious eyes. “Let’s make a deal.”

“What?”

“Keep up with your training and prove to me you can handle yourself, and we’ll get Daniel a sitter so you can pull a job with me. After I know you can take care of yourself I’ll watch Daniel so you can go out.” He’d been hesitant on sending a seven year old girl out into Gotham, but Jazz was improving leaps and bounds each day. She enjoyed challenging herself and improving, and Vlad was confident she would be a capable thief someday.

“Really? Thank you!” She threw her arms around him, claws tearing into the couch and nearly missing Vlad.

“Yes, yes.” Vlad pat the girls head, allowing the tight hug. He wasn’t a touchy person unless it was specific people, and Jazz was special. She was allowed in his personal space. Daniel allowed himself in everyone’s personal space.

“We do need to teach Daniel some actual fighting techniques now. He was a tad feral tonight.”

——

I love Feral Danny Fenton. This fic needs more of it, I’ve written Daniel as an inconvenience more than a child so far, so I wanted to let him shine a bit by causing some chaos

Also Bruce definitely suspected Vlad (or ‘David’ lol) was the new rogue, but this definitely confirms it. A child with the exact height and voice as his son appeared.

[as-thra]

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Double agent Daniel Page in AM!AU real and true...! as always, collective server hcs under the cut!!!!

saddest sleepiest puppy boy eyes, down turned lashes, smudged brown eyeliner he's had on for three days, and purple stained eye bags from several nights of staying up in front of a cauldron!!!

freed from the moles guys, freckles this time!!! very important must be noted eyelid and lip freckles

double helix piercings and gauges too :] thought it looked cool when he was younger, did it impulsively, and it just . stayed

usually forgoes his jacket because it just got in the way but he does carry it with him whenever he goes out, rolled up sleeves for the same reason too

SEVERAL BELTBAGS!!! well one containing potions and quills that hangs from his hip and is assisted by a mini thigh belt for practicality reasons only, one pouch to carry ingredients with, and a book/journal hanging there too

bracelets and pinky ring from Aslan!! his charm is a rose dangling from a sun-moon charm :] the ring hanging from a necklace is a silly trinket from their childhood

daniel's still a potioneer in am!au, worry not!! he's one of the best if not the bestest,

he's also just taken on the role of spying on am while also "trying" to convince the others to side with the organization, double agent stuff dwbi

[babygirldabi]

can I get Dabi and hawks threesome headcanons or a fic 🌚 Srry I’m horny

LMAOOOOOOO aren't we all

Anyways hope you like daddy kinks and stuff

CW: Daddy kink, threesome, multiple creampies, degradation, praise, female reader, use of alcohol, let me know if I've missed anything x

There is nothing in this world that Dabi wouldn’t do for you. Nothing. 

So when he asks you what you want for your birthday, you do not hesitate to tell him the truth. 

The silence is heavy, and at first you think he’s pissed, so you can’t look him in the eye. Why did I say that Why did I say that Why did I say that

“For real?” He asks, in a voice so soft you’re forced to look up. His pupils are dilated. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth, he’s practically panting. 

“Is that weird?”

“No,” he answers, almost too quickly, then seems to collect himself. “No,” he says more slowly. You nod. 

“I know we’ve talked about it…”

And you have. Hypothetically. A while back. 

He nods. “This is what you really want?” The low gravel of his voice, deeper, somehow, when he’s aroused, makes you shiver. 

You nod, decisively. “This is what I want.”

And so, when he makes the call, he’s prepared to ask nicely. 

“I’m thinking about having whiskey tonight.” Hawks always answers Dabi’s calls as though they’re mid-conversation.

Dabi takes a drag of his cigarette before answering, leaning against the brickwork of your apartment building, lazily surveying the street. “Yeah? What kind?”

“That’s why I’m glad you called.” On the other end of the line, Hawks considers the store shelf in front of him. “Macallan or WhistlePig?”

Dabi snorts. “I drink Jack Daniels, man. Fuck if I know.”

“WhistlePig it is.” Hawks seizes the bottle from the shelf and begins to stroll to the register. “Nice talking to you, man. See you around.”

“Hey- where the fuck are you goin’?” Dabi’s muted voice demands as Hawks pulls the phone from his ear. “Get the fuck back here.”

Hawks obliges. “What’s up?”

“I called you.”

“Ah, yeah. Okay. Why?”

Dabi rubs one temple with his free hand, eyes closed. “You’re a fuckin idiot.”

“I was on patrol late last night,” Hawks complains. “Spit it out.”

So Dabi does. 

Hawks stops dead in his tracks, nearly dropping his bottle on the tile floor. “Excuse me?”

“For her birthday. That’s what she wants.”

Silence. 

“Pick your jaw up offa the floor, bird brain.”

Hawks closes his mouth sheepishly. “Now how the fuck did you know-”

“Because I know you. So what do you think.”

“You-she- I-she…WHAT?”

“I’m not the one making the request. I’m the messenger.” Dabi smirks. “And participant.”

“Is this a joke?”

“How I wish it were,” Dabi sighs wistfully, enjoying this shocked, stuttering version of the winged Hero so much he can’t help but prolong it. “But this is what she wants.”

In reality, for all the shit he gives Hawks, Dabi trusts him implicitly. Not that he’d ever admit that. Which is why such a request had to go directly to Hawks. Dabi doesn’t necessarily like to share, but if he must, Hawks is his go-to. 

Hawks pretends to hesitate long after he’s mentally agreed. “Shit, yeah, okay. As long as you don’t get jealous and burn my wings off or anything.”

Dabi laughs wryly. “I’m not makin’ any promises.”

One week later, your birthday has come and very nearly gone, it being 9 pm on the holy day itself. You’ve been brunched, presented with gifts, had cake (ice cream, your favorite), and drank more wine than Dabi secretly thinks is safe for you, but who is he to regulate the birthday girl. Now, everyone has gone home, the apartment has been tidied, and you are in the shower, washing the festivity out of your hair. It’s been a good day. So good, in fact, that you’ve mostly forgotten the request you made to Dabi a few weeks ago. This morning he had presented you with a beautiful necklace, silver with a blue crystal (Lapis Lazuli, if you remember correctly) carved into a flame. It twinkles at the base of your throat now, in the low light. You hum absentmindedly as you rinse conditioner from your hair, exhausted and perfectly content. 

 A low knock sounds at the bathroom door. “Come in,” you sing, shutting off the water and wringing your hair out. Dabi steps in. 

“So. Good day?”

“Good day,” you confirm, stepping out of the shower and allowing him to wrap you in a towel. “Great day. Thank you for making it so great.”

He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Got one more gift for ya.”

Your head jerks up in surprise. “You do?” 

He nods, smug as ever. “C’mon.” Taking your hand, he leads you out of the bathroom, through your bedroom, and into the living room. 

“Keigo?” 

“Hey, darlin’.” The winged Hero is seated on the couch, but stands and swaggers over to you as Dabi leads you into the room. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thanks, but what are you doing he-” 

And then it hits you. 

“Oh.” You turn to stare at Dabi, who’s watching you carefully, making sure you’re okay with this. “OH.”

Dabi shrugs. “Far be it from me to deny the birthday girl.”

A smile spreads across your face, slowly, then all at once. “Really?”

“Really.” 

“Really,” Hawks echoes, reaching for your hand. “Why don’t we sit down, talk about the rules.”

You let Hawks lead you to the couch and sit down beside him, Dabi not far behind. 

“Alright.” For just a second, Hawks assumes his Serious Hero Face. “Let’s talk limits and boundaries.”

“Uh…” it’s hard to collect your thoughts. Flustered, you press your hands to your burning cheeks and try to focus. “Uhm….no wax play, no piss, no fisting.” You peek at Dabi to make sure you’re not missing anything, and he nods in silent confirmation. You can’t believe this is happening. “ Degradation is okay, and-" Your face is bright red by now, you can feel it. "I kinda....have a Daddy kink?" Hawks nods seriously. “Praise?”

“Praise is good,” you nearly squeak. Dabi hides a smile. 

“Safe word?” 

Oh, god. You have to say it out loud. 

“Bonfire,” you whisper, mortified. Hawks raises his eyes to Dabi in disbelief. Dabi nods infinitesimally. 

“That’s….That’s good. Okay. Yeah. That’s good.” Hawks is trying like hell to hold in his laughter. You can’t raise your eyes from the floor. 

Dabi rises. “I’m gonna go get some wine. Help us relax.” He disappears into the kitchen, leaving you and Hawks to your own devices. 

Hawks smiles at you. “Are you good? Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m good,” you half whisper. “I’m, uh…I get a little…shy…”

“That’s okay. We’ll take good care of you.” The Winged Hero stands and stretches, flaunting his toned stomach under his black tank top, riding high above his joggers. “What helps you relax?”

“Crack the windows,” Dabi calls from the kitchen, over the sounds of glasses clinking as they’re set on the counter. “She likes the sound of the rain. And light some of those candles.”

 As you watch, Hawks flits easily around the room, lighting some of the candles you’ve scattered around the space, with scents like Banana Nut Bread and Bourbon Barrel Cake. As the warm, sweet smells begin to drift around the room, he cracks a couple windows on the far wall, and sure enough, the sounds of the rainstorm fill the room. You feel yourself begin to relax, leaning deeper into the plush folds of the couch. 

“Yeah, I can see it on your face.” Hawks smiles gently at you as he rejoins you on the couch. “Starting to feel better?”

“Yeah. I’ve never… uh, done this.”

“Really? Never?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know many…people. And none of my exes ever would've...Well, they weren't as trusting in me as Dabi is."

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.” Hawks puts an arm around you. “C’mon.” Obediently, you lean back against him, just as Dabi breezes back into the room, balancing three wine glasses and a bottle. 

“Told ya.” He addresses Hawks. “I know what helps.” Handing out the glasses, he sinks down on your other side, sliding a hand down your thigh. “Drink up, birthday girl.”

And so, you do. 

As you drink- careful to not drink enough to get really drunk, just enough to feel it and relax- you just talk. Except words are accompanied by soft touches; a squeeze of the thigh, a light brushing of fingers against your bare shoulder. It occurs to you that you’re still just wrapped in your towel, and though you’re nearly embarrassed you also acknowledge that really, it’ll just save time. 

In minutes, you’ve melted like butter between the two men. The towel is looser now; most of your thighs are exposed, your wet hair has been twisted into a bun to allow more access to your neck, which Hawks is currently buried in. You sigh, contentedly, as Dabi loosens the towel and gently pulls it away, kneeling on the carpeted floor to kiss his way up your thighs. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” he rasps, pushing your thighs apart. “You wanna keep goin’?”

You nod, and Hawks cups your cheek, brushing his thumb across your lips. 

“Answer him out loud, sweetheart. We need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you bleat, as Hawks trails a hand down to your chest and tweaks at a nipple. “Yes, I want to keep going.”

“Such a good girl,” Hawks hums, reaching for your other breast to tweak it as well. “She’s such a good girl, Dabi.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dabi smirks, then delves between your thighs, unleashing his tongue on your clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, twisting in Hawks’ grasp. “Oh, fuck-”

“Loud, too,” Hawks remarks, amused. “Gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

You obey, practically throwing yourself against his plush lips, whimpering as he sweeps a tongue against yours, forcing your mouth open. His hand grasps yours, leading it to the tent in his joggers. Without breaking the kiss, he carefully sits up far enough to pull his pants down, freeing his erection. “Touch me, baby,” he orders hoarsely, and sighs as your hand wraps around him and begins to pump. As you jerk him off, he pulls and pinches at your nipples, eliciting small whimpers from you. Dabi watches all of this from below, his tongue circling your clit as he jerks himself off. 

This is so much. It’s nearly too much, and before you know it, the familiar tightening in your stomach is threatening to snap. 

“Oh god,” you pant, breaking free from Hawks’ mouth as you look down at Dabi. “baby- baby i’m g-gonna cum-!”

“Give it to me, baby,” Dabi urges, and Hawks groans against your neck. 

“Let us see you, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

That does it. 

Wailing, you writhe against Dabi’s mouth as everything in you breaks. Dabi holds on to your thighs, continuing his onslaught against your clit, while Hawks strokes your hair and praises you. 

“So good, baby, so pretty,” he coos, as your breath stutters and then slows. “Just a good little slut, hmmm?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, reaching for him and winding your arms around his neck. Hawks chuckles and pulls you into his lap, his erection pressed against your stomach. “C’mon, good girl,” he whispers. “Sit on my dick.”

You oblige, rising yourself up and settling back down as he pushes inside you, little by little, working your way down. 

“‘S big,” you slur, only opening your eyes to locate Dabi, who has relocated to behind the couch, pumping himself as he watches you lower yourself onto another man’s dick. His pupils are dilated, his face awed. 

“Wanna suck your dick,” you gasp as Hawks bottoms out in you and begins to guide your hips back and forth against him. 

Dabi lets out a chuckle. “Nobody’s stopping you, baby.”

Carefully, grinding back and forth on Hawks, you lean forward enough so that you can wrap your lips around the tip of Dabi’s pierced dick. He rewards you with a harsh grunt, then begins to gently fuck your mouth. 

The sounds of panting and skin slapping against skin fills the room; it occurs to you, vaguely, that you are nothing but a toy, a bunch of available, fuckable holes in this moment, and for some reason, that spurns you on further. Dabi lets you take him deep into your throat, muttering appreciation at your enthusiasm. Below you, Hawks takes your hips and roughly begins to lift you up and drop you back down against him, distracting you. 

“Oh, oh my god,” you choke, pulling yourself off of Dabi and pumping him instead as Hawks fucks you. 

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Hawks pants, tilting his head back to see yours. 

“So-so fucking good,” is all you can make out, the way he’s dropping you back down on him is making you see stars, you can barely breathe. Dabi grins widely down at you, taking in the way your breasts bounce, your fucked-out expression. 

“Who’s my good little whore?” he croons, leaning down to stroke your face as his best friend fucks the intelligence out of you. “Who’s my dumb little baby?”

“I am, I am, Daddy,” you cry out, the familiar tightening in your tummy threatening to snap. “I’m your good little whore-”

“You gonna cum, baby?”

Your answering “yes” is echoed by Hawks, who has abandoned the premise of making you ride him and instead has begun thrusting up into you as hard as he can at this angle. Dabi watches in awe and faint amusement as you both implode, you, shaking and crying out, reaching for Dabi as you break, and Hawks whimpering into your neck, panting as he cums inside you. 

Dabi stands to the side of the couch, heating his palms and rubbing soothing circles into your back as you and Hawks both come down from your high. 

“So good,” Dabi croons. “So good, baby. You already made Hawks cum, that pussy is so good.”

Hawks doesn’t look remotely abashed as he lifts his head from your neck, peppering your cheek with little kisses. “I want to die in this pussy, baby.”

You laugh, still shaking a little from the aftermath of your second orgasm, then reach for Dabi once more. This time he obliges, lifting you up off of Hawks effortlessly and holding you to him, your legs wrapped against his waist. “Why don’t we give Hawks a little show, baby?”

You know exactly what he means, and you’re nodding before he finishes his sentence. Dabi briefly cups your face and kisses you, once, chastely, on the lips. “Gonna fuck his cum right outta you, sweetheart,” he promises, and then easily lowers you onto him, still standing beside the couch. 

Easily, almost nonchalantly, Dabi begins fucking you, holding you against him and pushing up into you. You tuck your head into his shoulder, panting as he holds to his word. You can feel yourself leaking, dripping with Hawks’ cum as Dabi’s dick fills you to the brim. Hawks jerks off, his erection restored as he stares, almost in awe, at the poetry of Dabi fucking you. 

This, to be honest, is your favorite way for Dabi to fuck you. To feel like a rag doll as he easily lifts and lowers you against his cock, the spot he hits at this angle, the way it completely makes you lose control. You stop thinking somewhere around thirty seconds in and let yourself become his personal toy, devoid of thought. You are nothing but nerve endings and pliable holes for this man in these moments and you are more than happy to fulfill that role for him. 

You don’t know how long its been or what you’ve said- you are vaguely away that you’re babbling as he fucks you, saying god knows what as you cling to his shoulders, letting him use you, when you feel it again. 

“D-Daddy,” your voice wobbles. “I’m- i’m gonna-”

“You gonna cum again, baby?” Even his voice affects you- you clench down on him involuntarily, and he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart-”

“I’m-I think i’m gonna squirt,” you gasp, and Hawks breathes in sharply behind you. “Oh god, daddy don’t stop, dont stop dont stop-”

“Come on, baby. Make a mess.” And you do.

Dabi pulls you off of him just in time; you squirt against his abdomen, rubbing furiously at yourself to prolong it, completely aware that the way you’re moving could cause you to fall, and not even remotely caring. When it’s over, you more or less collapse, curling into his chest as he carries you to the couch. Hawks helps him lay you down against the cushions, your head in Dabi’s lap while Hawks gently stretches your legs out against his lap. Dabi’s warm fingers sift through your hair. 

“You’ve done such a good job, baby.” Dabi’s fingers move from your hair to your cheek, and you nuzzle into his palm. 

“So good,” Hawks agrees, stroking your ankles. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Think you can do just a little more for us?”

You’re spent, exhausted, but you nod, anyway. Dabi chuckles. “That’s my good girl. Sit up for me, baby.”

You obey, and Dabi gently helps you onto all fours, facing you on hands and knees to Hawks, who is still languidly stroking himself. 

“Think you can suck his dick while I fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

Anything, anything, anything for you. 

Hawks straightens himself out on the couch, so that you’re able to lean down to run your tongue over his tip without any trouble. As you take him deeper into your mouth, Dabi begins to sink into you, little thrusts that pull him deeper and deeper into your greedy pussy, swallowing him whole. 

“You’re so good, baby,” Hawks groans, as you take him into the back of your throat. “So obedient, so pretty, so wet…”

“She’s- she’s a good girl,” Dabi pants, his thrusts quicker now, more urgent. “Aren’t you, honey? Tell us you’re a good girl.”

You lift your head briefly. “I’m a good girl,” you mumble, blushing- how you can blush over words after being in such compromising position escapes you, but here you are, anyway.

Both men groan. 

“Yeah,” Dabi sighs, then seizes your hips and begins to fuck you in earnest. You cry out, and Hawks begins to stroke himself, holding eye contact with you as Dabi pounds into you from behind. 

“Tell me you love it,” Hawks orders, suddenly brusque. 

“I-i love it,” you pant, eyes practically crossing as Dabi’s thrusts turn to an unforgiving pounding. “It’s so good, it’s so hard, i love it i love it i love it-”

“Say thank you,” Dabi pants. “Thank us for fucking you so good.”

“Thank you, thank you Hawks, thank you, Daddy, thank you, I want this all the time, I want you both, I wan- I wan cum, I-” before you know what’s happening, your orgasm hits you like a train; crying out, you push back against Dabi, your entire body shaking. 

“Oh, shit- f-f-fuck- FUCK,” Dabi moans, loudly, and you feel him pumping his cum into you. Your shared orgasm triggers Hawks, who shoots his load onto your face, panting and murmuring praise. 

All three of you slump against the couch, and against each other, a tangle of limbs. Finally, Dabi pulls you upright and back against his chest. Hawks goes to the kitchen and comes back with a rag, wiping your face clean before delivering a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“So,” Dabi chuckles, “Good birthday?”

“Good birthday,” you agree. 

Great birthday.

[rosefinch07]

Pearls and Curious Spectres

Martha Wayne Haunts Her Pearl Collection

The first time Danny saw her was when he was dragged along to the Wayne Gala as Sam's plus one and as Daniel Masters in order to be a buffer.

When she showed herself fully, it was obvious she was a family member. Her and Damian shared the same cupid's bow, the same slender hands. He saw her in the way he stood, as if he was constantly on display.

He was talking to the Wayne his age, Damian, who he had met previously and the boy was beginning to take a liking to him, when a lady fizzled into view. Bits of her appeared at a time. A hand on Damian's shoulder, a caress of his hair that looked like wind to the unknowing eye, a high heeled foot.

She was beautiful, the type of woman that younger generations would look at photos of and envy. She stared him down like she could see every thought he ever bounced around in his head.

She wore a nice blue dress, the same color as her eyes, and the V-neckline was high and left only enough room for the pearl necklace to settle on her neck. The skirt was in a pencil style and had gathered bits at the sides and the hem landed around her calves. Her pearl necklace seemed more... incorporeal than the rest of her, as if the memory of it lingered more on her than in the world.

He glanced back over to Damian, who seemed to not feel her presence and was talking at length about the care of his cow to Sam who had stepped in when he was "Zoned Out" and had continued the conversation seamlessly. He scanned Damian's person, looking for something that he couldn't quite describe.

There, on his ears.

Pearl earrings, they dangled and were shaped like tear drops. Quite simple compared to Damian's broach with the Wayne family crest.

Heirlooms.

Man, he wouldn't want to be tied to an item, that sucked!

Danny projected "Sorry"; "Empathy"; "You're stuck!" over to her, careful of how his face looked.

She merely grinned at him and flickered out of view, appearing next to Tim Drake across the venue. She pointed at his pearl cufflinks with a silent giggle, winking.

She projected "Silly!"; "Not Stuck"; and the image of a high society lady in life laughing.

He sighed in relief.

Danny could focus on the rest of the evening then.

She was just along for the fun.

[graciegoeskrazy]

about you

george daniel + stepdaughter!reader + charli xcx

warnings: mentions of absent father, weddings lmao, bit of crying, love

a/n: the one you’ve been waiting for. read part 1 if you haven’t already :)

PART 1 (I POSTED THIS IN DEC?! IM SRY)

You Mum and George have been in a whirl of romance these past few weeks. Constantly giggling, smiling, and kissing each other. They were all in. Especially with their new free time with both their tours being over, they both had all the time in the world to live in the newly-fianced bliss and do whatever the hell they wanted. You always made jokes about them since they started dating. Even in the very early days when your hesitancy towards George was still at its peak, you said how you knew they were gonna get married one day. You felt it. And now you’re here. They wanted to get married ASAP. A part of them wanted to go to some courthouse that day and just do it then and there while another part of them wanted an actual wedding with all the bells and whistles. They opted for a nice medium. It went without saying that they wanted you to have a part in the ceremony. You knew that, but you weren't sure what they had in mind. So when you heard the footsteps, whispers, and giggles coming from the pair as they walked up the stairs and to the door of your room, you knew they were up to something, but weren't entirely sure.

You knew they were right outside, but waited till they knocked. Secretly laughing at the hushed whispers and laughs they were letting out. Finally, they both knocked.

“Yes?” You asked.

“It’s Mum and George.” She said. “Can we come in?”

“I’ll allow it.” You said. You knew George rolled his eyes at the phrase.

Once inside your room they slowly made their way to the foot of your bed together, hand in hand, never taking their eyes off of you. They looked like two little kids getting ready to ask their parents for a sleepover. They were filled with anticipation, trying to hide it with smiles. They sat down together and stayed there for a minute. Just smiling at you like two goofy little kids.

You looked at them with confusion. “Can I…help you both?”

“We have some news…”

You sat up. “Are you dying?”

“No.”

Oh shit.

“Are you pregnant?!”

“God, no!” They both said in unison.

You smiled and gave in. “What is it?”

Your mom took a deep breath and George pulled out a small box with a necklace inside that you didn't even realize he was hiding behind him. Your initial was sandwiched between a G and C on the chain. “Maid of honor?” She asked, timidly.

You laid back on your pillows.“I would’ve gotten offended if you didn’t ask.”

They both smiled.

…

You weren't entirely sure how they were gonna plan a wedding by themselves in just 4 months, but to your surprise they did!

All eyes were on you when you walked down the aisle. With you being Maid of Honor and Matty being George’s best man, you both walked down arm in arm together. All eyes were on you both as you walked down. Your mom wanted you to pick out a dress you liked. It was perfect. Very pretty, very mature. You looked like a very prim and proper young woman. So much so that George cried and couldn't take his eyes off you the entire walk down.

You started to walk back up the aisle, turning back towards the group with hesitancy. “Go on,” George whispered. You smiled and went to get your mother.

It was a simple gesture that spoke a million words - giving your mother away at her wedding. Charli brought the idea up and you immediately said yes. Once at the beginning of your trek, you opened the large doors to reveal your mother. She was a vision in white. You gave her your arm she took it. You could tell she full full of emotion, and so was George, but you tried to remain cool and collected the entire day. Even though a very large part of you wanted to jump up and down and tell them to say I do already. You shot her a look and whispered, “You alright?” She took a deep breath and set her sights on the man you were leading her to. “More than alright.” You both smiled at each other.

“Let’s go get your mamma hitched.”

You two walked arm in arm, meeting George at the end of the walk. Once your mom was in position, George went to hug you but you jokingly gave him the ‘I got my eyes on you’ fingers which made him and everyone around you laugh. You gave in though, giving him a huge hug.

You stood right next to your Mom, but George was right in your line of sight. You could only look at him the whole time. This is finally happening. He was going to be your family - your father - and it was about fucking time. The three of you had always been a family. Each one functions differently but they are all special, but you liked to think yours was extra special. The truth was that for a while you couldn't stop thinking about your dad. Your real dad, that is. It had always been a lingering voice in the back of your head, but the more the wedding got closer and closer, the more that voice got louder. He left when you were pretty young. Old enough to remember but young enough to not understand why exactly he left and did the things he did. Even now most of it was still a blur. You don't know much about him except that he is out there, somewhere, relatively close. And it makes your blood boil that he could reach out and contact you but he hasn't, and it's been nearly a decade. Your mom doesn't live an exactly private life, but that’s not what bothers you. It’s the fact that your biological father has a decent seat in your life from the online world and could know what you’re up to, but he doesn't care. Never called, texted, or emailed, not even a letter. But now, at this moment, that same voice that became so loud for such a long time became completely quiet. Not making a peep. And it was because of George.

…

“Now for the vows.”

Your mom read you at least 20 different drafts of her vows. You practically knew it word for word because she tested it out so many times. George however was a different story. You had no clue what he was going to prepare.

Your mom finished up her vows. “I love our family. It’s different, but it’s ours. I love our home and the fact that it doesn't feel the same unless you're there. I love the way you treat my daughter and the fact that you show her how a father should be. I love how you constantly continue to read my mind and make me feel whole. No one knows me as well as you Mr. Daniel.”

Once she ended her vows it was George’s turn. You had no idea what he had planned. A part of you was expecting something classic, while the other part of you expected a big joke or a Shakespeare sonnet or a dance break or something else fucking ridiculous. Whatever it was though, you knew your mom would love it.

We went to a classic list of “I love you”’s, something that would make your mom swoon 100 times over. “I love you. I love everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, I love your daughter as if she were my own.” Damn. “I love the way you talk, act, speak, sing, cook, dream, live. I love you.”

And she was in tears.

…

The reception wasn’t your typical rendezvous. If anything it felt like a nightclub or some kind of afterparty. No speeches, no ceremony, no cheesiness, just music, dancing, and an open bar. You sat at a table with some of the friends you had joined you. It seemed as if your mom never stopped dancing since she walked into the room. Meanwhile, George and all of his and your mom’s friends take turns being the DJ. Eventually, during Matty’s turn, he announced a slow song, and you noticed George whisper something into your mum's ear. Your eyebrows twitched in confusion, but before you could register what was happening your mom nodded and George walked over to you. He smiled and reached out his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

All your friends swooned and you wanted to laugh and throw up.

You took his hand and headed to the floor. Everyone continued what they were doing but a small group that consisted of your mom and your parent’s closest friends gathered around a table and watched as the pair of you. Matty and your Mum made faces but you just flipped them off and laughed as you took George’s hand on the floor.

The music played and he guided you through it all. Eventually, he noticed you zoning out, too lost in your thoughts. He’s noticed it a lot lately but never had the chance to talk to you about it. Maybe now wasn’t the best time but he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“You doing alright?”

You shot up, immediately back to your chipper self. (or at least the front you’ve been using for a while.)

“Mhm! Fine.” You smiled at him - one that he could see right through.

He moved one hand from your back to your face, his own becoming evident with concern. “What’s going on?”

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I can’t cry. People are watching.” You said, voice breaking, and buried your face in his chest.

“Oh, darling,” George said. For a second he thought something was seriously wrong, but he knew you (almost as well as your mom) and knew there was something different going on. He kissed your head and whispered to you. “What’s going on?”

You looked up, teary-eyed. “They’re happy tears. I promise.” You both chuckled.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He said,

You couldn’t look at him, but you also didn’t want to look at the small group surrounding your mother either so your options were very limited. After a moment you looked at him. Facing him and telling him the words he’d been wanting to hear for what felt like ages. “I just wish you were my dad.” To you, you didn’t want to scare him. You didn’t want to push him away for fear that he may never come back, so you kept all these feelings inside, not realizing he’s been wanting to hear those words for a very very long time.

He didn’t say anything at first, just smiled. Your face fell back into his chest and prayed to whatever the hell was up there that you didn’t ruin everything. “But I am your dad.”

You tilted your head while it was still on your dad's chest and saw your mom. She winked at you. You turned back and sighed. You finally had your family.

[kamryn1963]

My headcanons about the Chicago PD old timers trio (Al, Hank and Trudy)

Some of these I've had for a while and have used in my fics, and some of these I came up with a couple hours ago in the shower. Ya know balance...

Anyhow, if anyone has any of their own if love to hear them. This is just my thoughts/opinions of course <3

• Al was the best at both baking and cooking. Trudy was good at cooking and Hank... had made some editable stuff in his life

• Al was the youngest of the three of them

• Hank's the most talkative and the one who usually starts conversations as Trudy and Al would be okay just to sit in silence for hours

• Camille was close with both Al and Trudy

• Trudy tried to talk to Meredith after Al died and get her to change her mind about not wanting Hank there, but she didn't push that hard as she knew Meredith was grieving

• After Al's funeral, Hank and Trudy went to Trudy's place and just looked at photos and shared memories and stories of Al

• Trudy and Hank frequently visit Al and Lexi's graves

• Trudy told Makayla about Al

• Hank stays in regular touch with Olive and Daniel and when Daniel was old enough, him and Olive told Daniel about Justin. Hank also told his grandson about Camille, Al and Lexi. So he knew all his family

• Justin and Lexi called Trudy "aunt"

• Sometimes, especially as she got older, Trudy regretted not having kids and wondered if she'd even of been a good mom

• Trudy and Hank are still in regular contact with Michelle and Trudy's in contact with Meredith

• Al and Erin were close

• Hank blames himself for Al's death everyday

• After the events of 11x13, Trudy's the only one Hank told about him hallucinating Al that day

• Hank always wanted kids and so did Camille

• Al never wanted kids and was convinced he wouldn't be a good dad due to his less than stellar childhood. That all changed when Lexi was born and Al held her for the first time

• Al named Lexi after Trudy

• They had all spent countless hours at each other's sides in hospitals when one of them was hurt/sick

• Nobody knew them as well as they did

• Al was Justin's godfather and that's what partially led him to taking the blame for Kevin Bingham's murder. Partially because Al was tired and didn't really care what happened to him at that point

• Hank, Trudy and Al, all grew really close to each other after losing people within a year of each other (Justin, Trudy's dad, Lexi)

• Hank and Al attended Trudy's dad's funeral to support Trudy

• Part of Trudy always resented Hank (and Al) for not keeping her in the loop when Al was being investigated for the murder of Bingham

• In 5x21, Trudy had to bring the detectives up to the bullpen that were there to arrest Al (that one's a fact. Just thought I'd remind everyone)

• One Christmas, Al bought all three of them one of those trio friendship necklaces as a joke (Hank and Trudy still have there's)

• Al did track in high school

• Trudy used to steal both Hank and Al's clothes

• Al was a blanket hog

• None of them had the best childhoods. They all needed therapy

• Hank had the most pictures of any of them (a lot of them are collecting dust in his attic because he can't get himself to go through them)

• Al was the most accident prone of the three of them and had the most hospital visits

• Trudy had the least, Hank was somewhere in the middle

• Trudy wishes a lot that they could go back to their patrol days when everything was easier and they were all alive and well

I may make a part 2 at some point. It's almost 3am here, so more will definitely pop into my head when I'm more awake, lol.

[naanima]

PART 2 - Necklace Collection

I'm fairly sure this is everything post 2021. I think. In the last two years he has shifted to silver/platinum/white gold necklaces. I know there are repeats, but I couldn't help myself. LOLS.

Daniel replaced the first "3" pendant with the second "3" pendant in the latter half of 2022.

The large chain link necklace that appeared in 2022 and has stuck around, same as the off-centre clasp/pendant chain. Both of these have turned up a LOT.

The large chain necklace and the "I love you pendant" was worn a lot for SEVERAL weeks/months last year.

And at least 4 3 different pearl necklaces this year (2024). EDITED: The first pic is a necklace made from little gemstones/beads, they honestly lost looked like those Pandora charms.

Before I started doing this I thought Daniel had stopped wearing jewelry, BUT that's not the case at all. Daniel has worn necklaces, rings and bracelets a LOT of the time in the past year. I just DIDN'T realise. Lols. Also, I DON'T think Daniel has a huge collection of jewelry, he has a set number of rings, bracelets and necklaces that he rotates in & out, however, there seems to be a lack of gold on his preference from 2023 onwards. I think the pearl necklaces are relatively new (PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong).

His taste seems to lean towards statement pieces or simple plain pieces. Except the pearl necklaces seem to be more busy? Either way, I LOVE how he has a very specific taste for his aesthetics, and I love it.

My fav is definitely the MULTIPLE chains look. I really miss the three gold chain look.

Daniel and his rings.

Daniel & his necklace collection part 1.

[antimonyandthyme]

Return

2.5k, Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel; Wolf AU

Set in the same verse as Linger and Defend

Sebastian wakes, gasping. His body is a line of fire, from neck to collarbone to hip. He shifts, trying to stand, and flops back down, moaning in pain. It’s useless. None of his muscles will listen to him. All he can do is to try to gauge the severity of the wound, and determine if he will die of blood loss.

He runs a trembling hand across the gouge in his flesh. It takes him a moment to realize he’s been bandaged. Very haphazardly with strips of linen, and very poorly, but bandaged nonetheless. Sebastian can’t think. The smallest action has his head spinning. He drops his arm down with a thunk.

Sebastian sucks in a pained breath when there’s a sudden banging on his door.

“Charles?” he whispers.

“Seb? Seb. Open up.”

It isn’t Charles. The banging continues. He can’t raise his voice to invite anyone in.

“Seb! Are you in there?”

Yes, he breathes. Yes, please, help.

“I’m coming in,” the intruder decides, and Sebastian has never been more grateful. The person outside shoulders himself into Sebastian’s door, cursing when he stumbles in at full momentum. Charles must have left it unlocked. Charles, where is Charles—

“Spirits,” Daniel says. He’s crouched down beside Sebastian, running frantic hands across his torn chest. “Seb, what on earth happened to you?”

“Don’t know,” Sebastian slurs.

“Liar,” Daniel says. “Your wolf came. Fucking scared the hell out of me, covered in blood. He said you were hurt.”

Sebastian groans when Daniel pulls the makeshift bandages tighter. They’re soaking through fast. He won’t survive long without a doctor.  

Ah. That’s why Daniel appears to be preparing to carry him. No doctor would come here, to the edge of the forest. No doctor would come to Sebastian.

“He do this to you?”

Sebastian slumps over Daniel’s back. His friend’s arms are solid beneath him. He thanks his lucky stars Daniel’s a woodworker, and strong enough to bear his weight.

“Seb,” Daniel’s voice cuts through the haze of pain. “Did your wolf do this to you?”

“Charles,” Sebastian says numbly. “His name is Charles.”

Daniel grunts in irritation, hefting Sebastian up.

“And he wouldn’t,” Sebastian says, with the last ounce of clarity keeping his eyes open through the fresh wave of pain. Consciousness is a losing battle. “He would never.”

 --

 Charles chose well. On a bad day, Daniel still charms his way to free grain and meat. On a good day, he manages to convince a doctor to take Sebastian in, unexplained wounds and all. When Sebastian wakes, it is to the heavy smell of antiseptic. He listens in with a half an ear as Daniel flirts his way into an extra package of medicine.

“You know how careless Sebastian gets,” Daniel says cheerfully.

“Sure,” Valtteri says. “By careless, you mean attacked, right?”

Daniel laughs so loudly Sebastian cringes from his bed. “By his own axe! Would you believe it?”

“No,” Valtteri says, but Daniel goes on pretending not to have heard.

Whatever errands Sebastian’s run for Valtteri serves him well. Well enough to buy the doctor’s favour for the next four days. He slips in and out of sleep to sure hands changing his bandages. The painkillers dull his thoughts. He remembers the inhuman howl that left him paralyzed, then movement so fast he failed to follow it with his eyes. Then nothing but the blinding pain.

Daniel collects him when Valtteri deems Sebastian well enough to hobble out of his house. Valtteri deposits a box of supplies into Daniel’s waiting arms. Sebastian peers into it, sees fresh fruit, salted meat, more bandages. Expensive stuff.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. He can’t hope to repay Valtteri in services any time soon. “When I’m stronger—”

“I’ve received payment in full,” Valtteri says. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out Sebastian’s, no, Charles’, golden necklace. “This was on my counter early this morning.”

Sebastian’s pulse reverberates in his ears. It takes everything in him to stop himself from reaching for the necklace. Charles was here. Here! The murkiness in his head lifts, and Sebastian wills himself to be patient. An explanation would present itself, soon. He gives the necklace one last look, fully prepared to never see it again. By all rights, it should be around Charles’ neck.

But Valtteri puts in in the box, atop the rest of the supplies. Sebastian stares at him, at a loss for words.

Valtteri turns away. “I’ve never been fond of jewellery,” he says. “Be careful with that axe of yours.”

The journey back to the cabin is painfully slow. Daniel inches along beside him as Sebastian focuses on putting one foot in front of the other. Sweat dots his brow even in the biting cold. His breath materializes before him in staccato puffs.  

“If you’re willing to ignore your pride,” Daniel says, “I could always carry you again.”

“I can’t repay you already,” Sebastian says, stubborn in this as he is with everything else. “Nor can I the doctor.”

Daniel rolls his eyes. “I’m your friend.”

“And Valtteri?”

Daniel clears his throat. “Some people are of the opinion you invite evil into the village.”

Sebastian’s had derision thrown his way, the ground he walked spat on. He had thought he was content with the bed he made. But he’s alone now, and Charles is nowhere to be found. Walking is an insurmountable task. The scar running across the length of his body will keep to the end of his days.

“And some, like the good doctor,” Daniel continues, “think you’re the only thing keeping it at bay.”

Sebastian blinks away the wet in his eyes. His lashes will freeze at this rate.

“Now,” Daniel says. “Will you let me carry you?”

 --

 Recovery goes mind-numbingly slowly. Two weeks in and he can finally walk from the stove to the armchair without losing his breath. Still, Charles hasn’t returned.

Daniel visits every few days with fruit and instruction from the doctor. He shakes his head when Sebastian inquires about Charles.

“I haven’t seen him since,” Daniel says as he stokes the fire for Sebastian. “Before you ask, neither has Valtteri.”

“How’s that going, by the way?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Daniel says, cheeks pink.

Prior to falling in bed with a wolf, Sebastian spent most of his time alone. He lived by the forest for his livelihood, but also for his peace and quiet. He’d been used to the wind as his companion, and birdsong as entertainment. Now, the space he’s in swallows him whole, without Charles by his side to keep the solitude at bay. The growing ball of disquiet in him pushes him to shoulder a tiny rucksack and make his way out into the woods.

The pack comes to him this time.

“Are you out of your mind?” the leader barks at him when he shifts into man.

Sebastian looks down at his own chest. Some of the bandages are spotted with red. The pack of wolves have surrounded him, but not as prey. They’re pressing close to him, Sebastian realizes, to keep him warm with their fur. “I hadn’t noticed,” he says, through lips frozen cold.

“Idiot human,” the grey wolf says.

Sebastian snaps to attention. “You. That’s—”

The grey wolf stares him down.

“Charles calls me that,” Sebastian says helplessly. “Please. Where is he?”

The grey wolf sighs, before melding into his furs. On all fours he reaches Sebastian’s shoulder. It’s easy for Sebastian to wind an arm around the wolf’s solid neck, and have the wolf drag him into their den.

He deposits Sebastian in a corner, shifting once again into his human form, and sitting opposite Sebastian. As if by silent command, two smaller wolves curl around Sebastian. They press their damp snouts into his thighs. A pup wanders its way into Sebastian’s lap. Sebastian’s eyes sting. How many debts will he owe after this?

“I have nothing to offer,” he says.

The grey wolf makes a scathing sound. “I see why he names you such. You must think me animal, to demand something of you in your sorry state.”

Sebastian dips his head, duly chastised. He scritches the pup by the ear, where Charles always demanded to be scratched, and allows himself to be soothed by its happy yip. “I come once again for information.”

“He is gone,” the grey wolf says severely.

“Where?” Sebastian demands.

“I do not know.”

Sebastian glares, but the grey wolf does not disassemble. The truth, then. Sebastian drops his head into his hands.

“Idiot human,” the grey wolf says again, gentler now. “Those wounds of yours were not gained by human hands, can’t you see that?”

“No,” Sebastian says. He braces himself by pressing his forehead into the soft belly of the pup. “Whatever compelled him to—it was not him. I know it was not.”

The grey wolf stays silent. The den is quiet save for the soft snuffling sounds of the wolves around him, and the questioning chirps from the pup in his lap, sensing his overwhelming distress.

“You know of ferals?”

Sebastian whips his head up. “Charles is not—”

The grey wolf waves a hand. “At times, we can be. We have our heats, as you know.”

“He starved himself so as not to hurt me,” Sebastian says fiercely.

“And yet, he attacked you a moon ago.”

Sebastian clicks his mouth shut. He’s grateful for the little pup nibbling at the pad of his finger, grounding him against the brief flash of memory as Charles brought his claws down upon him. “It was not him,” Sebastian repeats, like he can ward off reality if he says it enough.

The grey wolf considers him. “I tell you this in confidence, and in fear of the safety of my pack. Yet time and again you’ve proven to be stubborn and a fool, and therefore trustworthy.”

Sebastian blinks. “Thank you?”

“There are other things that trigger our savagery, on top of our heats. Aconitum, or what you humans call wolf’s bane.”

Sebastian pales. “Was he poisoned?”

“All he told me was that he had no control over his body that night.” The wolf’s eyes soften. “And that he raised a hand against you, and in doing so could never return.”

Sebastian presses a hand against his eyes. They come away wet. “Idiot wolf,” he says. “Not you,” he mumbles to the disgruntled pup wriggling in his lap. “My wolf. He’s an idiot.”

“Yes,” the grey wolf agrees, kind. “The two of you wholly deserve each other.”

 --

 When he is well enough to hunt, Sebastian takes a fowl to Valtteri, carefully cleaned and ready for the oven.

“I said your debt has already been paid.”

“This is for something else,” Sebastian says.

Valtteri smiles at him. “Then I accept. What can I do for you?”

“Aconitum,” Sebastian says.

Valtteri nods. “The apothecary uses it as an antidote.”

“Or a poison,” Sebastian mutters. It’s hard to keep the anger out of his voice. The thought that his fellow man might have a hand in this makes him want to take an axe to a neck. Which he recognizes as violent, and feral, but deserving.

Understanding dawns on Valtteri’s face. “Perhaps you should purchase a few samples to investigate.”

Sebastian scratches at his ear. “Truthfully, the apothecary would not piss on me if I were on fire. He’d sooner burn his store down than sell me anything.”

Valtteri laughs then. “What are you looking at me for? Don’t we have someone far more suited for this job?”

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 “I bought every type of root he had available,” Daniel says, dumping a dozen or so packages into Sebastian’s arms. “You owe me two months pay.”

“All I have is dinner,” Sebastian says sheepishly.

“I accept dinner as payment,” Daniel grins. “I’ll even help.”

Daniel eats him out of house and home and very cheerfully doesn’t comment on Charles’ absence. Sebastian takes comfort in Daniel’s recounting of his last meeting with Valtteri. He fashioned a sturdy chair for the doctor’s bedside, made entirely of oak. Valtteri had been impressed—can you believe that? The good doctor. Impressed!

For far too long Sebastian had thought Charles and he were alone in this. It’s a reminder he has friends, that Charles has humans willing to help him. It gives Sebastian strength for what he’s about to do.

When Daniel leaves Sebastian unwraps the packages and takes the poisonous flowers into the garden. He carefully searches through the columbines Charles planted.

There. And there.

Mixed in with the blue columbines, Sebastian spots similar blue flowers, just a shade different. They match the flowers Daniel purchased from the apothecary. The night Charles attacked, he’d been working away in the garden while Sebastian split wood at the back of the cabin. Sebastian had heard the piercing howl, and dropped his axe. Charles looked—mangled. Half wolf and half human. The dull light from the moon only made his eyes look emptier.

Charles’ hands were around his neck, while Sebastian gasped for breath. And then Charles’ hands were no longer hands, but claws, and they carved their way down Sebastian’s body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

But Sebastian had been found in the cabin, with his wounds bandaged. Charles had carried him in. Stopped the bleeding as best as he could. And then, bloodied and half out of his mind, Charles had gone to Daniel for help.

“So you see,” Sebastian calls out to the woods beyond his backyard. “You see, Charles? You were poisoned. It wasn’t you. It was never you.”

Sebastian doesn’t get a response. That’s fine. He’s survived two moons waiting; he can bide his time. He eases himself to his knees slowly, with the wound pulling a little in this position. One by one, he removes the Aconitum that had sprouted by design in the garden. He’ll pay a visit to the apothecary soon. But first, his wolf.  

He throws the flowers into the smoking hearth and watches them burn. Then he makes his way back outside. The moon wanes, and an owl gives a warning call. He settles himself gingerly on the front steps. If there are two things he’s been sure of since the start of this ordeal, it’s this: that Charles had not attacked him by choice, and that Charles has not left him.

The grounds around his home are cleared every morning, even following nights when the wind is foul. Like someone might be worried he could trip. No beast has thought to wander in his backyard; his chickens have slept safe. As has he. Charles might not be willing to stray near, but he’s been watching from a distance.

“I will stay here,” Sebastian declares into the night. “Outside our home. Until you decide to return.”

Sebastian wraps his furs around himself tighter, and ignores the ache in his chest that reaches far deeper than the wound. Snow has started to fall. It’ll be a cold, miserable night. Already, his fingers are numb and pink from the work in the garden. His teeth will start to chatter in minutes. But if it’s a war of attrition, humans have always been the more stubborn species.

“I will stay here,” he repeats.

 --

 Sebastian wakes, warm. A snow-white wolf is curled around him, whining piteously.

Charles appears to be trying to wrap himself around Sebastian, while sinking into the ground at the same time. His tail is between his legs, his head is bowed low. His ears droop sadly. He refuses to look Sebastian in the eye.

“Charles,” Sebastian says, like he could fashion his adoration around a name, the way he’d wind a necklace around a wolf’s neck. Charles buries his face into Sebastian’s hip. “Let’s go home.”

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Hey 👋👋 Since you’re educated on all things Daniel Brühl, I’ve noticed he has on this necklace in a lot of his films, do you know if there’s anything behind that? Does he not like to take it off or does it have some kind of personal meaning to him? I’m curious, and wondering if you might know.

Even in photoshoots too..

Hey, I've actually been wondering about that, too. But I have no information about it, just observations. (1) I've only seen him wear it in the last 5 years or so and (2) it seems like a personal and meaningful item, something he keeps on if he can get away with it (e.g. fashion shoots or a movie he's also directing not just starring in). Best guess is it's a gift from his wife.

Here's another photo to add to that collection. Fun trivia? That is apparently the cologne that Daniel wears. The one that got Sebastian and Anthony all excited shooting their scenes together (or at least that's what I inferred from this interview). I'd like to think it's the very same one that had Dame Helen Mirren biting him in the neck.

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well, hello there

get to know me

☺ hi! i am ava! i'm 20, bisexual, music obsessed & super dramatic.

☺ not british, but i sure as hell write as if i am !

☺ secretly a sorority girl...

interests

☺ star wars, bnha, folk of the air, spiderman, monster high

☺ frogs & spoons.

☺ character design, ink painting, traditional art

☺ writing! fanfiction, short stories, lore, currently working on a book teehee...!

☺ horror movies, 80's movies, classic movies

favourites

☺ shows: arcane, supernatural, the boys, brooklyn 99, the great, miraculous ladybug, umbrella academy (FUCK that ending bro), wednesday, stranger things, hotd, heart stopper, teen wolf

☺ movies: the lost boys, house of wax, texas chainsaw massacre (2003), stick it, bring it on, labyrinth, nimona, the notebook, itsv & atsv, x-men apocalypse, the force awakens, baby driver, twilight (all of those mf), it (2017), beauty and the beast, mulan, mirror mirror, maleficent (both), descendants (1&2)

☺ animes: bnha, death note, tokyo ghoul, aot

☺ music: pvris, friday pilots club, ac/dc, cas, bts, halsey, melanie martinez, lana del rey, hans zimmer, kiltro, ice nine kills, ogryzek, dutch melrose, royal & the serpent, woodkid, 2wei, hidden citizens, billie eilish, the beaches, tyler the creator, sir mix-a-lot, gracie abrams, the band camino, motley crüe, the wrecks, snow wife

☺ books: the queen of hearts (series by colleen oakes), the cruel prince (series by holly black), percy jackson, merciless (series by danielle rollins), and then there were none, orient express, acotar (just started this !)

☺ random: seaweed salad, dr pepper, chunky necklaces, combat boots, stickers, the color orange, notting hill tea, the word "batman", collecting vinyl, piercings (especially if they're asymmetrical)

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Holiday headcanons (Dio’s Deck x Reader)

Disclaimer: Alessi is missing simply for the fact that he gives me the heebie-jeebies, I’m (really not) sorry Alessi lovers, but I cannot match yall’s freak. Ever.

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Steely Dan

What You Receive: Something flashy and expensive (but likely stolen), like a designer handbag, a diamond bracelet, or anything that screams “I spent money on this!” (even if he didn’t).

What You Gift Him: A stylish leather jacket. He appreciates anything that makes him look prettier, though he’ll never outright say thank you.

Holiday Activities: Steely Dan is the guy who “forgets” to help decorate but takes credit for the results. He’ll try to charm you with mistletoe and sneak kisses while subtly hinting he expects you to spoil him.

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Daniel J. Darby (Elder Darby)

What You Receive: A rare collectible—perhaps a vintage card or figurine he “legitimately” acquired. He’ll smugly explain its rarity and value to impress you.

What You Gift Him: A deck of high-end playing cards or a set of poker chips with a custom design. He’ll consider it a worthy addition to his collection and might even smile.

Holiday Activities: A quiet evening by the fire, playing card games where he tries to teach you strategy (and maybe subtly hustle you). He’ll pull out his favorite vintage wine for the occasion.

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Telence T. Darby (Younger Darby)

What You Receive: A custom gaming console or controller in your favorite color, loaded with games he’s convinced you’ll enjoy (or at least ones he can win).

What You Gift Him: A limited-edition game or memorabilia from his favorite series. He’ll light up like a kid and immediately add it to his shelf of prized possessions.

Holiday Activities: An all-night gaming marathon, complete with snacks and competitive banter. He’ll let you win a couple of rounds but will smugly dominate overall.

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Hol Horse

What You Receive: Something thoughtful but slightly chaotic, like a cowboy hat in your size or a hand-tooled leather belt. He genuinely wants to impress you but doesn’t overthink it.

What You Gift Him: A polished gun holster or a bolo tie that matches his aesthetic. He’ll grin ear to ear and immediately show it off.

Holiday Activities: Hol Horse is all about having fun—he’ll drag you to a lively holiday party full of spiked eggnog and dancing. Later, he’ll promise to lasso you a star (and mean it, in his way).

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Rubber Soul

What You Receive: Something flashy but ultimately cheap—like a knockoff designer accessory he swears is worth a fortune. When you inevitably call him out, he’ll fumble with excuses and promise to get you something better… eventually.

What You Gift Him: A quirky or novelty item, like a loud graphic sweater or a custom mug with a cheeky slogan. He’ll laugh it off at first but secretly love it and use it more than he’ll admit.

Holiday Activities: He’ll overpromise on his plans —then spend most of it messing things up in increasingly ridiculous ways. Expect chaotic decoration attempts, and him scrambling to fix things when they inevitably fall apart. Despite the mayhem, he genuinely wants you to have a good time, even if it means you laughing at his expense

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Oingo

What You Receive: A hilariously bad handmade gift (like a poorly drawn portrait of you), followed by something he actually bought, like your favorite snacks or trinkets.

What You Gift Him: A new sketchbook to help with his disguises. He’ll be genuinely touched and swear to use it well (though results may vary).

Holiday Activities: Oingo loves pulling off goofy surprises, like sneaking silly decorations into the tree. He’ll want to watch movies and create a lighthearted, comedic holiday vibe.

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Mariah

What You Receive: Something sleek and trendy, like high-end headphones or a designer accessory. Mariah has excellent taste and makes sure your gift is both stylish and practical.

What You Gift Her: A bold necklace or earrings to complement her aesthetic. She loves statement pieces and will proudly show them off.

Holiday Activities: Mariah enjoys luxury, so expect a spa day or shopping spree as part of your celebration. Later, she’ll share drinks and laughs with you under the twinkling holiday lights.

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N’Doul

What You Receive: A carefully chosen piece of handmade jewelry, like a bracelet or pendant, crafted from materials with unique textures or natural elements. He doesn’t need to see you to know exactly what you’d love.

What You Gift Him: Something practical or sensory-focused, like a high-quality scarf or scented candles. He’ll quietly appreciate it and keep it close.

Holiday Activities: He prefers quiet, intimate moments—listening to music, sharing stories, or simply enjoying your presence. While he isn’t one for traditional festivities, he makes the effort to show he cares in his own understated way.

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20240121: the History of LEGO Castle day 021. 6067-1 / 10000-1 Guarded Inn (1986 / 2001, 256 pieces, 85 different parts) The Guarded Inn is a red and black building with blue, red, and yellow flowers around red corner walls with black lattice work, a sloped black roof, a blue door, and an attached light gray stable and a light gray guard tower. In front of the building, a black sign with two cups and cluster of grapes hangs next to the stable opening. The open back of the building has a yellow table with a bundle of yellow, red, and blue flowers and a blue wine goblet. The four minifigures in this set include two guards with red torsos and blue arms and the gold and black crossed axe pattern and black legs with red belts, a knight with a blue torso and black arms with a silver breastplate pattern and a black plastic cape with blue legs and a black belt, and an innkeeper with a blue plastic cape, red "princess cone hat", a white torso with two red string necklaces and a blue v-neck, and plain blue legs labelled as "maiden". The set also features a white horse with a yellow saddle. This set has a LOT of firsts and a lot of unique parts. The three most unique parts of this set are the black 2x2 hard plastic inn sign with two cups and a bunch of grapes, the red 3x3x6 corner wall with a lattice pattern, and the red 2x5x6 lattice panel castle wall. The blue door is also only found in four other LEGO sets, which makes it less easy to find "in the wild". While the original 6067-1 was released in 1986, the LEGO Group decided to re-release it as part of the Legends theme in 2001. The only real differences between the sets are: the shiny dark gary sword becomes dark gray swords, switching out the 1x1 plates with thin U clips to thick U clips, and switching out the one clip yellow saddle for a two clip. This set is the very first truly civilian scene in the History of LEGO Castle so far, as it features an inn. It really is too bad the knight got a little drunk and then a little handsy with the inn's "maiden" owner, and he really did have it coming when she hit him over the head with her frying pan and then had to drag him into the back while the guards yelled encouragement about what to do with the knight so he might wake up and learn from his mistakes. Insulting the inn's owner just because she was a woman? And then GRABBING her? He desperately needed to be taught some manners. His trusted white steed certainly had fantastic manners, happily munching on some flower petals and never being an arrogant, self-involved prick. Maybe they could convince the horse to drag him through the mud for a bit and then leave him at the local guard shack? The inn's owner definitely felt this plan had potential and the inn's guards offered to fill out the paperwork for local law enforcement. Parts lists for this set can either be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable, while scanned instructions can be found at ToysPeriod. If you want to know more about the designer, Daniel August Krentz, BrickSet did a really nice tribute and has a full list of everything he designed. Additionally, 10039-1 was included in a LEGO Legend Castle Collection (K10039) from 2003 alongside 10000-1 Guarded Inn (re-release from 2001) and 3739-1 Blacksmith Shop (from 2002).