#Deacon's Firefly

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More arkhamverse doodles :3

We got Blackfire, Firefly, Ra’s and Pyg :3

[incorrectfallout-4quotes]

Piper: Deacon will come up with a plan.

Preston: That's good, right?

Nick Valentine: It's possible you're not recalling some of his previous plans.

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Blue and Red

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!firefighter!reader

Summary: You are a firefighter who has a unique rivalry with Sergeant Deacon Kay. When you're injured while working together, Deacon learns why the rivalry started.

Warnings: fluff, angst, reader gets shot, Luca is smarter than Hondo, lots of teasing and playful arguments, parts of this are inspired by S.W.A.T. episode 4x7 "Under Fire"

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

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“Well, if it isn’t the fireflies,” Hondo taunts, drawing attention to the firefighters walking in.

“Still upset we beat your team of Girl Scouts?” your captain replies.

Feeling eyes on you, you turn to the side and smile when you see him.

“Sergeant Kay,” you greet.

He says your name, taking a step toward you before asking, “Come to see what a real job looks like?”

“Actually, we were just hoping to steal some of your donuts before going over to the elementary school and inspiring the next generation.”

“Yeah, go tell a bunch of kids how much fun fire is. You must be bored.”

You press your lips together, raising your brows before turning back toward your crew.

“We’re covering for your on-call crew,” you tell Hondo.

“The city should be terrified,” Street deadpans.

“With that haircut out in public, you’re absolutely right,” someone quips.

“Still single?” Deacon asks, suddenly closer to you.

“No, I’m actually engaged to an attorney now,” you answer. “Rich guy.”

You watch Deacon, surprised to see him silent for once.

“Yes, I’m still single,” you admit, saving him from whatever thoughts were rushing through his head. “And I know you are.”

“You can’t know that.”

Turning toward him as your crew prepares to leave, you lay a hand on his chest and pout.

“You’re a cop, Deac. You never sleep at home, and you have no money; I know you’re single.”

Winking at him, you step backward before waving and following your crew back to the truck.

“Call us when you need us!” you yell, saluting Deacon.

He rolls his eyes, freezing as he sees Luca staring at him.

“What?” Deacon asks.

“Nothing, just wondering if you’re on the same page of the rivalry handbook as us.”

“They’re firefighters,” Deacon answers.

“And you’ve been tainted,” Luca says, looking at Deacon’s chest where your hand was.

“You treat her differently, too.”

“Yeah, because she’s a girl, not because I want to know if she’s single.”

“20-David, let’s roll!” Hicks yells, interrupting Deacon and Luca’s conversation.

Deacon crosses his fingers that you have a quiet day, not because he doesn’t want to see you, but because he doesn’t want you in harm’s way.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re a terrible person.”

Deacon turns around quickly, surprised to hear someone else.

“Really?” he asks, shaking his head.

“Yep,” you reply, popping the ‘p.’ “Cops are good for one thing and one thing only, but there isn’t a single donut in here.”

“You think these abs happen with donuts?”

You lower your gaze to Deacon’s stomach, smiling when he fights a squirm at your attention.

“Looks like a six-pack of donuts to me,” you answer, falling back against the couch in the S.W.A.T. common area.

“There’s donuts in the break room outside of S.W.A.T. if you really want one.”

“My captain will kill me if I eat a donut. They only keep me around for funding. Apparently, women in uniform get more donations.”

Deacon hums, and you sit up quickly, glaring at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just an interesting take.”

“You know what else is interesting? That you can’t beat the firefighters in the annual competition. Despite the fact that we have a higher number of female competitors.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Deacon says.

You hide your smile to storm past him and say, “Interesting take.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“No, it isn’t,” Deacon argues.

“No what isn’t?” you ask, interrupting his conversation with Hondo. “I’m bored,” you answer, replying to their unasked question of why you’re here.

Deacon shrugs before filling you in. “Hondo thinks the firefighter outreach to schools is just to give the teachers a break and encourage the kids.”

You look between Deacon and Hondo, surprised that Deacon is on your side.

“Deacon’s right,” you respond. “It’s not for the teachers in any way, it’s for the kids.”

“Most of those kids don’t become firefighters, they just like to look at the big red truck for an afternoon.”

“This morning, we went to an elementary school and there was a blind kid in one of the classes we talked to. His favorite toy is a fire truck, but he’s never seen one. So, we took him to the side, let him feel every inch of our uniforms, and then took him into the truck. His teacher said he’d never been that excited before, and when we were getting ready to leave, he hugged me and told me that he’d be a firefighter someday. And you’re right, he may not, but the smile on his face when he got to sit in a real version of his favorite toy and find out what a uniform feels like? It’s worth it, no matter the reason.”

Hondo tilts his head as he concedes.

“You’re right. I mean you’re wrong about everything because you’re a firebug but yeah, the kids are important,” he says.

Your radio turns on just as Hicks enters to call Deacon and Hondo.

“We’ve got an armored barricade at a bank,” he says.

“Meet you there. Loser buys dinner and donuts don’t count!” you yell over your shoulder as you run out.

“Firefighters,” Hondo groans under his breath while Deacon smiles at you.

✯✯✯✯✯

You are at the sight and in your turnout gear several minutes before Black Betty rolls up, stopping in front of the fire truck.

“Oh good, the boys in blue are here,” you say, your lack of enthusiasm causing your crew to laugh.

“You need to stay behind Black Betty until you’re cleared to go in,” Hondo reminds.

“Which, based on your track record, is about thirty minutes after the block is burned to a crisp,” your captain replies. “Stop telling us what we know and do your job.”

“Be careful,” you add quietly, looking at Deacon.

He nods, and you move to the back of the truck, readying your gear for entry.

When you hear a steady stream of gunfire, your breath catches. Deacon breached with Hondo and Street while the rest of his team went around the sides.

“26-David, shots fired,” Street’s voice comes through the radio.

Another shot echoes, but it sounds much closer than the first.

“That wasn’t in the bank,” you tell your captain.

“20-David this is Engine 35, there’s another shooter,” he radios.

“22-David, copy Engine 35. Shooter to the West of the bank; stay in place,” Luca responds.

Glancing toward the back of the truck, you see something move and reflect the sun on a rooftop. One of your crew members is past Black Betty's protection, and you don’t hesitate to run toward him, tackling him to the ground just as another shot rips through the air.

✯✯✯✯✯

“20-David, suspect down, code 4 and clear for entry,” Hondo says, standing behind a desk.

“Deac!” Luca yells as he enters the front door.

“25-David, second suspect down,” Tan reports.

“Where was the second shooter?” Hondo demands.

“Roof next door,” Luca answers, trying to say something to Deacon before Hondo cuts him off again.

 “Where’d he shoot?”

“I’m trying to tell you,” Luca snaps. “He got two firefighters.”

The world seems to slow around Deacon as he runs out.

✯✯✯✯✯

The gunfire in the bank continues, and you stare at the door, hoping that Deacon walks out completely unscathed. Holding a spare shirt to your side, you lean against the side of the fire truck as your crew moves everything and everyone behind Black Betty.

“We need to get her out of here,” someone says.

“Ambulance can’t get down here until we’re clear and we don’t have the supplies to safely remove a bullet,” a second voice answers.

“I’m fine,” you interject, wincing against the pain as you twist toward them. “You need to be ready to put that fire out as soon as they radio a code 4.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You blame the adrenaline for how conscious and coherent you are five minutes after getting a bullet to the abdomen. When you see Deacon running out, you sigh and slump against the truck, wanting to kiss him and slap him simultaneously: concern and anger mixing in your mind.

“Back up,” Deacon demands, shooing your crew members away and toward the small fire in the bank vault as he pulls a bag from Black Betty.

“You scared me,” you admit when he turns toward you.

His eyes are soft and scared as he looks into yours. 

“You’re scaring me too, so we’re even.”

Someone screams down the street, and Hondo and Luca detour before seeing you. Street approaches behind Deacon, and his eyes widen when he sees you.

“I need to move this,” Deacon tells you gently, pulling the shirt from your tight grasp and exposing the wound.

“Ambulance is here, Deac,” Street says, patting his shoulder gently.

Deacon nods, pressing a fresh gauze against you with more pressure than you had. You groan, and he slams his eyes shut as his jaw clenches.

“Gonna pass out,” you mutter, raising a bloody hand to lay over Deacon’s.

“Hey, no, stay with me,” Deacon demands, raising his voice when your hand slackens. “Open your eyes right now!”

You shake your head, barely visible, before the paramedics take you away from Deacon. Or try to.

“Sergeant, we got her.”

“Deacon,” Street says quietly, “Let them take her.”

Deacon stumbles back, standing as he watches them load you onto a stretcher. He nods when they tell him which hospital you’re going to, but as soon as you’re out of sight, his eyes drop to your blood all over his hands and up his sleeves.

“The other firefighter is fine, just a flesh wound,” Luca fills in. “That scream was just some kids, so we’re good.”

“Who was the other injury?” Hondo asks.

Street whispers your name, and Hondo looks at Deacon before leading him toward a nearby patrol car. 

✯✯✯✯✯

While he waits in the hospital, Deacon scrubs his hands until they hurt. The rest of his team was called away, but Hicks knew better than to ask Deacon to leave someone alone in the hospital.

“Sergeant?” a nurse asks, holding a door open. “Follow me.”

You look peaceful, asleep in the hospital bed. Deacon hates it. He doesn’t like you peaceful, he decides immediately. Teasing him, testing his patience, being mean to him, that’s how he wants you, needs you.

“The doctor will be by in a few minutes to fill you in,” the nurse says gently. “She’s a fighter.”

Deacon nods, pulling a chair beside your bed and taking your hand in his. Your fingers squeeze his just before you turn your head and open your eyes.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“Hi.”

“Why are you here? Wasn’t there another call?”

Deacon’s brows furrow, wondering how you knew that.

“The doctor said something about it before I went into surgery. Why didn’t you go?”

“I couldn’t leave you here alone.”

You smile, and though your lips are chapped, Deacon thinks you look beautiful. It hit him quickly at the bank, the realization that he needs you. Not knowing if you were okay made him feel like a piece of him was missing.

Blinking quickly, you try to focus on Deacon, but something is wrong. He notices, too, worriedly saying your name. You watch his mouth move but don’t hear anything before your eyes close, and the heart rate machine starts beeping rapidly.

Two nurses and a doctor run in, pushing Deacon back wordlessly and gathering around you so he can’t see you. He does hear the flatline, though, as he realizes he missed his chance to tell you.

“Ow,” you groan just before the nurses laugh.

Deacon’s heart seems to stop as he watches one step back.

“What was that?” he asks her.

“A pretty common reaction to one of the medicines, but when she rolled over, the IV and heart monitors were disrupted. She’s completely fine, Sergeant, just going to be a little sore,” she answers kindly.

“She owes you her life,” the doctor adds on his way out.

When you see Deacon again, you can’t tell if he’s angry or terrified. Either way, you offer a small “Sorry.”

Deacon takes a deep breath before walking to the side of the bed, his thighs hitting it as he looks directly into your eyes. He raises his hands and gently cups your cheeks, bending down toward you.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he begs, his voice rough.

“I’m sorry,” you say, leaning toward him. “But you scared me too. I heard all those shots and didn’t know.”

Deacon sighs, resting his forehead against yours. He nods before stepping back, taking his previous seat, and placing his hand over yours.

“Do you need anything?” Deacon asks.

You shake your head, asking him if everyone else is okay.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Is he holding her hand?” Hondo asks.

Your captain hums, and Hondo shakes his head.

“This changes things.”

“What are you talking about?” Luca asks with a laugh. “This changes nothing.”

“They hate each other, they’re at each other’s throats daily,” Hondo points out.

“Because they like each other. Cop/firefighter relationships bring out the schoolboy approach: bullying.”

“He’s right, Hondo,” your captain affirms. “Not surprised you didn’t catch on though, playboy.”

“Easy,” Hondo replies.

“Are we going to check on them?” Luca asks.

“Not today. She’s perfectly fine with him,” your captain promises, turning toward them. “And I’ve had a bit too much of your kind today. Enjoy having your regular team back tomorrow; God help them.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“It hurts.”

“Well, you did get shot,” Deacon says. “You want me to find a nurse?”

You shake your head, then stop moving when your eyes land on Deacon’s sleeves.

“You haven’t been home yet?”

“No. Why would I?”

“I was in surgery, you had time. You could have gone right after, too.”

Deacon looks at his sleeves, where your blood stains are a harsh reminder of the emotions Deacon experienced just a few hours earlier. As if he’s back in that moment, Deacon looks to you.

“Help me up?” you ask, interrupting him.

“You’re not supposed to,” Deacon argues.

“I need to. Please?”

Deacon hesitates but helps you sit up before pulling you to your feet, hovering right in front of you, and letting you hold his forearms.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly. “For scaring you. But thank you for staying with me. I need you.”

Unwilling to miss another opportunity, Deacon whispers, “I love you.”

You smile, but Deacon is more concerned with keeping you upright than your facial expressions.

“I keep going back to that moment when I ran out of the bank and you were just sitting there, covered in blood but watching me; you were alert and up. And as soon as you saw me, you said something, and then that light just went out.”

Deacon takes a breath to continue, but you don’t let him, tugging his forearms to bring him down to your level. He bends without thought, and you kiss him, sliding your hands up his arms to hold his shoulders. Deacon responds easily, moving against you as he moves his hands to your hips. He pushes you back against the bed so you sit. Kneeling, Deacon follows you and stays at your level. As you kiss, your worry and pain seem to disappear.

“You’re pushy,” you tease as you take a breath.

Deacon chuckles, looping an arm around the uninjured side of your waist as he leans toward you.

“But I love you,” you add quietly.

His smile grows, and Deacon kisses you quickly, his smile pressed against yours.

“Even though I never sleep at home and don’t have any money?” he repeats your earlier comment.

“I don’t either.”

“Then we’re a perfect match.”

You laugh, hiding your face in Deacon’s neck.

“The cop and the firefighter… who knew?”

Your smile falls when you sit up and look at Deacon.

“I did,” you confess. “Why do you think I teased you so much? So differently than the rest of S.W.A.T.?”

Deacon suddenly remembers every example of how you spoke to him versus Hondo or Luca; it was always a little nicer, delivered with a smile.

“You’ve known?”

“You didn’t?” you ask with a bright smile. “I guess I’ve got a lot to teach you, Blue.”

“That’s going to stick isn’t it?” Deacon grumbles, moving his hand to cup your cheek again.

“It sure is,” you answer happily. “Because I love you, Blue.”

“I love you.” Deacon’s smile grows before he adds, “Red.”

[yall-batman-fanfic]

A Promise Across Time | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Magician!Reader (Part 1/3)

Synopsis: Bruce remembers the first date he had with Vivian and the time he truly felt alive again.

Bruce messed up. While it wasn't entirely his fault, he felt guilty to have seen Vivian all dressed up that night and ready to meet him inside the restaurant only for him to apologize and take a raincheck on their date. Their first date. She tried to be understanding by giving a smile and reassuring him that “these things happen” but he could see that she was looking forward to their dinner. He was too. 

After their brief partnership in taking down Deacon Blackfire, Bruce wanted to get to know the Symbologist and Witch-out-of-practice a little more. She was intriguing, insightful, and sincere. Vivian did tell him that she didn't like politics, hence her preference to work in academia to get away from corporate politics. Despite her work dealing with symbols and icons, and many layers of research in sociology, history, geology, and philosophy, she prefered that people talked without the double meaning. That they stay true to their word. To be kind to one another. To tell it to her face than have someone stab her in the back.

But it can't be helped. People are people. So she just went to a place that has that kind of decency. Or at least have a bit more decency than in a corporate office. 

It took him a while to find time to reach out to her again. He did try to call her hotel after that night but it was her father who answered and dropped the phone on him. Bruce was a bit surprised. No one really drops the phone on Bruce Wayne. Batman, sure. But Bruce Wayne? It was rare. 

With everything going on with his day job and night job, Bruce decided to just approach her again once he's finished the Firefly case with Batman and some meetings with the board in Wayne Enterprise as Bruce Wayne. For Vivian, he waited until her family had gone back to Liverpool. He had a feeling that her father would slam the door at his face if he came to their hotel. 

So, here he was now, entering Gotham University years after graduating. Walking down its familiar halls, Bruce recalled his undergraduate years there before continuing his studies at Yale where he got his degree in law. He was mostly familiar with the campus grounds of the Criminology, Information Technology, and Engineering campuses as he took those understudies when he was twenty-one. He remembered running through these halls with Harvey Dent, both young and full of themselves. 

There were still happy times, he thought as he remembered his best friend. But it was mostly overshadowed by the bad memories. The struggle he went through. 

Bruce rarely entered the Classics Campus where the literature and history majors were. Sure he would visit the library there and go to some classes in that building, but he can't say he knew the layout like the palm of his hand. So, as he entered the large and classical looking building with its pillars and statues, he had to ask his way around. Specifically to where Professor Vivian Pryor was at his hour.

Maybe surprising her at her place of work wasn't such a good idea. He forgot, Vivian was a professor, she'll be moving around than staying in one place. 

A couple of students he asked were in shock that he was there and stammered in giving directions,” Bruce – Mr. Wayne – Mr. Billionaire Bruce Wayne,” the student said when he approached them, “Professor Pryor's — uh — it's around 2PM now, and it's a Friday… I think she'll be at 304, the Symposium.”

“Symposium?” Bruce said.

“Right, sorry, just a campus joke – Elliot's Hall.”

“Thanks.”

He found classroom 304 easily as it was the first room he saw upon taking the final step at the stairs, and just in time the students were exiting the classroom. Some paused as they saw him and then moved along when Bruce greeted them and asked if Vivian Pryor was still inside. They said yes and he went.

The amphitheater-styled room was empty, save for the red-haired woman packing her things at the center stage. Her hair was styled to a bun this time, a bit out of place now since it was the afternoon, her clothes were similar to the one she wore in her first book launch – the tweed high-waisted pants, a white button-shirt, boots, and a coat which she was just about to wear until she saw him approaching her.

“Bruce Wayne,” she said, quite surprised to see him there.

“Professor Pryor,” Bruce smiled and held out the small bouquet he brought. “I hope you're not busy.”

Vivian thanked him for the flowers. “Why?”

“I was wondering if we can talk? We didn't really get the chance to since I canceled our date at the last minute.”

“It was an emergency. Things happen,” Vivian shrugged. “Don't tell me that's been bothering you all this time.”

“It has.”

Vivian hid her blush in the flowers. “That must have been awful for you. You could have called or dropped by if it bothered you so much. I wouldn't mind… but I understand you're busy so I just thought it'd be best not to bother you too much.”

“I did, actually called and dropped by the hotel you and your family were staying at… but your father wasn't too happy about it.”

“What?” Vivian raised a brow at him. 

“He never told you, didn't he?”Oops.

“That son of a – sorry, grandma but your son is such a…” Vivian got her phone and typed furiously fast and hit sent. “He will not be doing that again. I am so sorry about that, Bruce. I hope this doesn't give you a bad impression on my family my dad is just –” 

BING! 

Vivian opened the chat – it was their family group chat – and typed a quick reply and turned the chat in silent mode, knowing it was going to be flooded with messages from her stepfather. 

Turning to Bruce, who had an amused smile on his face, Vivian said, “Again, I am so sorry about that – just so we're clear, that wasn't me telling my dad to slam the door or drop the phone, he did it. If you called, I would have answered the phone.”

“It's fine. I’m glad you're not mad at me for that night.”

“Bruce, shit happens,” she sighed, he was surprised with her language, “While it was a little shitty that I got dressed up only to spend my night drinking beer in the nearest bar that night, you had an emergency. It happens, and I'm sure it will happen again along the road. You can't beat yourself over a date that didn't go as planned.”

“Well, I promise that this time it won't. Maybe we can have another try? This Friday, afterwork. I'll pick you up at your hotel.”

“And where will we go?”

Bruce sighed. “You know, I've been asking the same thing myself. I was thinking of the museum tour but then I'm sure you’ve memorized Gotham Museum by now.”

“I work there, Bruce. Part-time,” she grinned.

“So, I was thinking something different for the both of us. So we'd be at par with the experience.”

“And what do you think that would be?”

“There's a nice restaurant not far, it's new, and it's got music. Not too loud that we won't hear each other. And room to dance.”

“I didn't know Bruce Wayne could dance.”

“I don't. Do you?”

“Not particularly… alright, Friday. My last class is at four. You can pick me up at five – to give the lady a little time to prepare?”

“Your hotel then?”

“Here is fine. My students are making signs over your shoulder that they'd be the one to help me prepare,” Vivian waved at the group who entered the room and had a large message on their pad saying: Makeover. Room 203. 

Bruce chuckled at the sight of the girls, and turned to Vivian to say, “Here there. Tomorrow at five.”

“Something fancy or casual?”

“A little bit of both if you like. I guess I should get going, your class is here.”

“Yes, go. Before they take this as a sign it's free period… and Mr. Wayne.”

“Yes?”

Vivian held the flowers. “I appreciate the flowers, but it breaks my heart to see them wither at the end of the day.”

“No flowers then. Chocolates?”

“A girl's best friend.”

“Coffee?”

“Now you're speaking my language.”

“I'll take note. See you tomorrow, Vivian.”

“You too.”

As Bruce climbed the steps, he passed by the giggling students and said out loud for Vivian to hear, teasingly, “I'll leave her in your hands. Make sure she's free tomorrow and ready.”

“You got it, Mr. Wayne,” one of them giggled.

As soon as Bruce closed the door behind him, he heard teasing and squeals from the students and Vivian telling them, “At least have the decency to wait for him to leave the freaking door before doing that. Jesus. Come on, I taught you better, didn't I?”

Bruce smiled as he heard the laughter in the room. 

On the day of their date, Bruce made sure to finish all his work in Wayne Enterprise before 3 PM, and went to make sure Gotham wasn't on fire before making a quick change in the office bathroom, which caught the attention of Lucius Fox and asked, “Off to a date, Mr. Wayne?”

“I am,” he said as he tried to fix his tie. Today it just wasn't working with him.

Seeing his struggle, Lucius Fox chuckled and offered to fix it for him, and he let the man. “And who is this lovely lady you're getting all dressed up for today, Mr. Wayne? If it's alright to ask.”

Bruce smiled. “Professor Vivian Pryor.”

“Ah, the author. She's a lovely woman. Going dancing, I see?”

“What made you think so?”

“Your shoes.”

“Alfred picked them for me today. I told him that I was heading to the Black Bird tonight with Vivian.”

“Leave it to Alfred to give you a good suit and shoes for a night of dancing,” Lucius laughed and finished his work and pressed down Bruce's suit. “I think that would be enough to sweep her off her feet.”

Bruce laughed. “Thanks, Lucius.”

“Have fun, Mr. Wayne!”

Driving to Gotham University, Bruce waited for Vivian at the Classics Campus in his pressed suit, heavy coat, and a box of chocolates he thought he'd like. He was a bit early – ten minutes early – but he didn't wait too long because Vivian came out with some of her colleagues who kept gushing over her dress.

And they had more than one reason to.

As Vivian went down, Bruce paused as he took in the sight of her. Her red locks placed in a coiffer with a pearl accessory to keep it up, she wore a bit of makeup that stands out for the evening, and an emerald dress with a square neckline that gives enough skin for anyone to want more, the bodice hugged her body perfectly with a good emphasis on her chest while still being modest, and a skirt made off soft and flowing material that made it look like she was walking underwater. 

“Bruce!” Vivian smiled as soon as she saw him and ran towards his direction to get away from her teasing colleagues “Don't you look handsome. Are those dance shoes? And you said you don't dance.”

“Alfred picked them out for the day,” Bruce shrugged. “I didn't even know I had them. You look stunning, Vivian.”

A blush crept up her cheeks and Vivian looked away to hide it but he saw. It was adorable. 

“You said dancing, so I picked something that looks like it's for dancing… actually, it was my neighbor in the hotel that picked it. He's this fashion designer in Gotham for an event and he gave me this for the night.”

“Well, I guess we're definitely dancing tonight. Also,” Bruce held the chocolates out. “Chocolates as promised, but Alfred said it's important to give a lady flowers on a date, so,” he opened the box and showed the flower-shaped chocolates.

Vivian chuckled and said, “smart. You found a loophole with my no-flowers rule.”

“Shall we?” He offered his arm to her.

“Yes, we shall,” Vivian turned to her friends and called for her colleagues and students, who stayed longer to see her be picked up by her – in their words – “knight in shining armor”, to get her things that they kept hostage so she could show off her dress. “This doesn't exempt you from tomorrow's test. Got it?” Vivian told the students as she joined Bruce.

“Boo!” Her students teased.

“Don't worry, I'll try to get her forget about the test tomorrow,” Bruce joked.

“You do that, Mr. Wayne. You'll be saving our asses from another essay!”

“Thanks for taking care of her for me!”

“Have fun, Vivian!” Her colleagues called out.

Heading to the parking lot, Vivian was in shock to find the expensive looking car parked between two economy-sedans, one of which was owned by her colleague, Justin Kirk, who was about to leave for home and only waved at her goodnight without his usual smile. As she entered the car, Vivian took a breath. 

“A manual,” Vivian commended him.

“If you're going to drive a really fast car, you should drive it right,” he smirked.

She smirked. “If you're going to drive a really fast car, you shouldn't drive it in Gotham, Mr. Wayne. Else you'll find yourself getting troubles. This beast is made for speed not everyday traffic.”

“Good thing we'll be driving on a road that lets me drive fast then,” Bruce left the parking space.

“I thought we were going dancing in Black Bird?” Vivian asked.

“We are. Just not in Gotham City. The Black Bird at the outskirts has a good view.”

Long Island. He was taking her to Long Island.

“I can't believe you're actually taking me outside of Gotham City for our first date,” Vivian chuckled. 

“I gotta make it up to you for cancelling. Besides, you'll see why the original Black Bird is way better than the branch in Gotham. I love Gotham but I think you'll like this place more than the one in Founder's Island.”

“And I thought we're both trying something new tonight.”

“We are. I don't usually dance. But with you, I'll give it a shot.”

The drive to Long Island was quick and fast. Bruce made sure to show her that the car wasn't just for show, that he can really drive it, and the entire time he would see at the corner of his eye the smile on her face. She also liked when he drifted the car. Not a flinch, just her smile reaching her ears. He could only imagine the look on her face if she rode the Batmobile during a chase. She'd love that he bet.

Minus the guns being fired at them or the RPG, which he encountered last week with Penguin's men trying to shake Batman off their tail. 

The Black Bird at Long Island was at the outskirts, atop a cliff that connects down to the white beach. From where they sat at the covered balcony, Vivian could still see the lights coming from Gotham City, and a bit of smog that covered its skies. 

“You're right, this does have a better view,” she told Bruce. “And has good music too.”

“Glad you like it.”

Their food came not long after they finished their wine. It was good food, probably the best she tasted from a restaurant. She shouldn't be surprised since the Black Bird had a michelin star. She ordered an Alfredo, and for a moment she remembered her time eating at one of the restaurants in Rome when she had her semester there. 

They talked about a lot of things as they ate. About their work, and then their studies, which they were invested in learning about from one another. She was surprised when he mentioned he had degrees in Criminal Science, Forensic Sciences, Computer Sciences, Chemistry and Engineering by the time he was twenty-one. But she remembered his little secret, and her little secret, and thought that it made sense for Batman to have those under his belt. Still, considering he still didn't know that she knew he was Batman, the fact he had five degrees under his belt by twenty-one, along with a degree in law from Yale was impressive. 

At twenty-one she was still in uni, going though classes, writing papers, doing her reading for tomorrow's lecture during her part-time jobs. Once, during a slow night, she gave a lecture on Dante's Divine Comedy to a homeless man who asked for a cup of coffee. It was the most philosophical conversation she had since then. She wondered where the old man was now.

When their desserts came, Vivian ordered an Affogato, the band started to play more upbeat music, encouraging people to come up and dance. From their place, Vivian and Bruce watched as some of the guests got up and danced to the upbeat, dance music from the sixties. 

“So, are we going to just sit here and watch them or are you going to use those dance shoes that your butler prepared for tonight?” Vivian said.

Bruce got up from his seat and held out his hand to her. “Don't hit me if I step on your foot.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Wayne, we'll take things slow,” Vivian took his hand and led him to where the others were. 

When Bruce was about to put his hand on her waist to do some ballroom dance he's done in galas, Vivian removed his hand and told him, “This is jazz and blues, Bruce.”

“I told you, I'm not much of a dancer.”

“Just follow my lead,” Vivian grinned and circled him with his hand still holding hers, when she pulled out, Bruce instinctively pulled her back in and kept the rhythm. 

“And you said you don't dance,” he whispered to her ear.

“I might have gone to clubs like this back in Liverpool and learned a thing or two,” she got out of his chest and led them through the dance. Her dress danced the entire time, giving an illusion of the music flowing through them in each twirl and step. Bruce held her hand the entire time and his smile never faltered, and to surprise her he even dipped her back a little and pulled down her hair to add more flare to her get up as she danced.

By the end of the second song, the two left the Black Bird, with Bruce paying for their dinner, but instead of head home, they went down to the white beach. Wearing her coat and holding her shoes, Vivian relished the feeling of sand burying her feet as they walked and the smell of the ocean. 

“You lied,” said Bruce.

“About that?”

“About dancing. We weren't par in this date.”

“I really don't dance, you know.”

“Those moves says differently.”

“I'm telling you, that was just me fooling around,” Vivian laughed. “You weren't bad yourself. I'm sure if you brought me to those fancy places that has ballroom dances I'd be the one following  your lead.”

“Naturally, I was raised by a butler,” it was supposed to be a joke but Vivian looked at him with a sad gaze, but she smiled nonetheless.

“Alfred raised a gentleman,” Vivian squeezed his hand. “He raised a good man.”

“He was always generous and said it was my parents who raised me. They did for a time until they were no longer there. He was the one who taught me all of this – how to talk, how to act, how to dress up, manners, how to dance, and how to woo a woman.”

“Well, he did a good job.” 

“What about you? Who taught you how to dance?” He had a guess it was her stepfather.

“It was my mom who would bring me to those jazz clubs,” Vivian began.  “I know, I was too young to be in those places but she just had to. You see, there was a father-daughter dance in my old school. I didn't go because I didn't really have a dad, and I actually hid the poster from my school diary then so she wouldn't find out. She's been working more shifts that time and I knew she was tired. But some nosy neighbor asked if I was sick since I wasn't in the dance last night.”

“She found out.”

“Yup. What she did was, she got me to wear this old sixties dress she found in the thrift shop. The both of us did. It was a matching set, and we took a bus to some jazz club. She was friends with the security there and she knew the band playing. She told them: “my daughter missed her father-daughter dance, and I want to take her to one”. They played this jazz and blues song and we danced. Then, Adam came and he danced with me too. In fact, all of the ladies and gentlemen there danced with me.”

“I'm glad you have that memory of her. That you still remember the happy times and not just…”

He had slipped. Vivian Pryor hasn't told Bruce Wayne about her mother. She told Batman that time they were in the crypts. But she brushed it off so easily and said, “I try to remember more of the happy things that happened now. For a time all of those happy things were gone and what I remember of my mother was finding her on that pavement, dead. But I learned that there are also happy memories that I can look back to. It was a tragedy what happened but my mom's life wasn't one. She made sure to remind us that she lived happily.

“One moment does not define a person's life. It's the journey they made, the memories they leave with those who mourn their passing. And to have someone to mourn you means you have lived life as it is meant to be.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks, pulling her to a halt as well. “Where did you read that from?”

“I didn't,” she grinned. “I thought it myself. Right now.”

“No. You can't just say something so deep just out of the blue,” he laughed.

“I swear! I didn't read it from somewhere.”

“I guess you really are an author.”

“An academic author.”

Looking into the darkness of the sea, Bruce sighed. “To have someone to mourn your passing… a haunting thought if you ask me.”

“You think no one will mourn you?”

“When my parents died Gotham mourned them, but there was only a handful of us who truly grieved. A handful of us who Thomas and Martha Wayne meant to. A friend, family, a son… most of those people are gone now.”

“I would grieve,” Vivian said. 

“We barely know it each other.”

“I know but… don't take this the wrong way but I'm more sensitive to life around me than most people,” Vivian chose her words carefully. “It's like… it's like let's say the sea. Whenever it comes to the beach it leaves a mark on the sand. Give it a couple of decades or centuries and it can form something with it. I'm the surface of this sand or that cliff, and each person is an ocean who makes their mark and I feel everything them and everything about them…

“So, when the ocean suddenly disappears or dries up, I would know and it would hurt me more sometimes than it should.”

Because she was a witch. Because her magic makes her sensitive to life around her.

“It's one of the reasons when my pet bunny died I cried for weeks,” Vivian attempted to joke but when she saw Bruce's gaze on her she fell silent because he was loss for words. “We might have just met now, but you've helped me so much for the past few weeks.” As Bruce Wayne and Batman. “And after this night, I will grieve your loss. And I would mourn Gotham for the person they lost. The man who has a vision and has been fighting to save it.”

It was only then she realized how close they were. That he held her waist while still holding her hand, that he leaned down close and that she was whispering the last few sentences as he looked at her closely.

“Do you have rules against kissing on first dates?” Bruce teased.

Vivian shook her head, “Not tonight,” she pulled him down and kissed him. 

Bruce wrapped his arms around her to pull her up. Her lips were soft and had the taste of the Affogato from earlier, and the way she pressed her tongue against his had him hold her tighter and wanting more. That's when he had her wrap her legs around him so he could kiss her properly, and to hold her entirely. At some point, they fell on the sand with Vivian straddling him and their lips still moving with one another.

Before it could escalate, Vivian pulled away. “But I do have one on sleeping with anyone on the first date.”

Bruce chuckled. “Understandable… you have a way with words, Professor.”

“Thank the dozens of philosophers whose works I've read for years now.”

Bruce reached up and brushed back a lock of red hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. “Thank you for tonight.”

“I should be thanking you, Bruce. You know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

He shook his head and cupped her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his palm. “Thank you… I haven't had this kind of conversation for a long time now. Where I'm not guarded… where I can relax and talk to someone who actually listens… and who is not my butler.”

Vivian smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips again. “Anytime.”

“So, are you free again this Friday?”

Vivian laughed, “we haven't even finished this date.”

“Well, I want to see you again.”

“You know where I'm temporarily staying until my real estate agent finalizes the papers for my new condo. And if you ever need a listening friend, you can always call, and I'll always answer. Unless I have class.”

“As much as I want to get you access to Wayne Tower, I want this to be something between us for a while. Something they won't publicize in Gotham.”

“Understandable. I'll tell everyone it was just one date then.”

“But I hope you're free next Friday or maybe tomorrow.”

“I'm needed at the museum tomorrow. Next Friday. I'll make sure to clear my schedule for that.”

“And Vivian?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“I will also grieve if you were to disappear.”

Vivian smiled. “Then I promise that I won't disappear… as long as you promise too.”

He knew it was foolish to make such a promise but Bruce said, “I will.”

~*~

Standing before Superman and Wonder Woman, Vivian felt her whole world crumbling after hearing what they said. Everything just felt numb after hearing them say to her, “Batman's gone, Vivian. We're so sorry.” And all they could give her was his cape and how it happened. All she heard was Bruce was gone and it was because of Darkseid. 

“No,” Vivian spoke for the first time since Superman and Wonder Woman gave the news. “No, no, no, no!” Vivian cried and broke down. Alfred was quick to catch her and Damian ran to her side as she cried. “No, no, no! He can't,” Vivian clutched his cape and cowl trying to use as an anchor point to find him. Her magic flowed around her along with the Phoenix's magical energy.

“Viv,” Tim tried to console her but Vivian sobbed, her magic no longer glowing around her and a painful cry came from the woman.

“I can't feel him… I can't –” she cried. “I can't feel you…”

Seeing her inconsolable state, Damian faced Superman and Wonder Woman, and told them, “You've done enough.”

“Damian,” Dick chastised him. “It's not their –”

“A Kryptonian and an Amazon, Grayson,” Damian glared at him. “Father was a man… look at her, Dick.”

Dick did and saw Vivian crying on Alfred’s shoulder, still clutching on Bruce's cape and cowl, then to Damian and saw the tears building in his eyes. “Yeah, I think it's best you give us time,” he told the two heroes.

After Dick walked out the two heroes, he returned to the living room where Vivian still held onto the cape as she cried and grieved for the loss of her husband, and tried over and over to look for him. To feel his presence again but to avail. 

“I can't feel him, Alfred,” she cried. “I can't feel Bruce.”

~*~

Pulled through the time stream and thrown to different times, Bruce woke in a convent bed with the sound of a voice calling his name, “Bruce!” Getting up, he reached for the candle on his bedside and lit a fire to bring light to his dark home. 

“Quoth who?”

Silence.

Sighing, he placed back the candle on the best beside him where he saw the picture he drew of the red haired woman he kept seeing in his dreams. Her red hair, he painted it using red clay he found in the ground, and he kept an ample supply of the red clay in his current place of refuge to continue to paint the woman's portraits that slowly became clearer as days passed. It started from glimpses of her hair, then her brown eyes, her face was blurry at first but then her face would start to form.

The wind blew into his home and with it the scent of the ocean and the voice, “Bruce!”

“Vivian,” He spoke the name.

“Who is Vivian?” A nun came to his chambers. He was given his own quarters to keep him from those with fever and other ailments. “Finally recovering your memories, stranger?” Her Irish accent was strong.

“I cannot say for certain,” Bruce muttered.

“And this Vivian, whose name you speak of? Might she be the woman you have been painting day and night?”

“I do not know, Sister.”

The nun looked at him for a moment and said, “Pray, stranger. Pray that you remember so you may return to her whole.”

Bruce looked at the cross that hung on the wall across his bed then again to the portrait of the woman he drew. He chose to take her portrait and pray to her instead. Pray that he may remember and learn who it was that calls for his  name “Bruce.”

Yes. His name. He remembers his name.

“My name, Sister,” he spoke before the nun left. “I remember the name given to me but not the name of thy kin.”

“And what is it?”

“Bruce.”

The nun smiled. “Well, good night, Mr. Bruce.”

The nun left the room and Bruce continued to look at the woman with red hair along with the image of the bat below. In a whisper, he repeated her name again and again. He came to this town with no name and no memory but an image of a woman with red hair. 

“Do not… grieve, my Vivian,” he spoke in a whisper, the words coming from his heart. “I shall find you.”

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Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

[calistico]

The original question on the Days Gone Reddit: What do you think Ellie would think of Deacon and the other way around? Would they get along or become friends even?

Me: Initiate analysis mode and add on to the answer of the question, while creating a whole alternate universe

Considering, in my mind, Joel is old enough to be Ellie/Deacon’s dad, Joel is confirmed to be 52 in part 1. (Especially if we plop Deacon smack dab right into the start of TLOU, no not the outbreak flashback, but the first mission or somewhere around that point where Joel meets Ellie. But if we want a seamless inclusion into TLOU; for Deacon to be in the late 20s to early 30s range like in Days Gone, Deacon would have to be a child during the outbreak, but he could have all his memories of the Mongrels MC, if they’re a faction like the Fireflies and he’d get his fear of water from somewhere else because the military is a no go here)

I think Deacon would get along best with TLOU 1 and early TLOU 2 Ellie. Don’t call me evil, but I honestly want Deacon (if he were to get stuck with Joel and Ellie) to subtly and slowly form an attachment to both. A sibling, older brother-younger sister, relationship with Ellie, it would come along slowly like with Lisa; Deacon slowly becoming protective of Ellie. Then a respected, mentor or brotherhood with Joel, seeing how the Cordyceps Virus lasted much longer (20+ years) than the Freaker virus (2+ years) in Days Gone, meaning Deacon would have to be either taught (If you some how have both viruses in one world) or re-taught, how to handle enemies (Deacon is actually enduring the TLOU plot not a crossover). Knowing Deacon’s personality it’ll be rough at first, but since Deacon’s not immune like Ellie; a few close calls “should”straighten him out. After all that is set and done, when TLOU 2 kicks in, the emotional impact of Joel’s death is stronger, basically a Sarah 2.0 for Deacon, except worse because he knows Joel is truly gone (only for the crossover). Strengthening the protectiveness Deacon has over Ellie, but their sibling like relationship may be put to the test, as Ellie spirals.

Extra:

I thought about including Boozer too, like same mechanics as Deacon, but his story would not necessarily change? I don’t like how his arm gets yoinked early in the game but it made sense to progress Deacon along with his path to becoming human again.

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Down in the Dungeons

Ch.27: “very very frightening me”

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22573960/chapters/142021417 (Words: almost 5k)  WARNINGS: Angst and hurt/comfort

Life goes on in the City of Fireflies, and some of our beloved characters are going to take important steps towards their future.

Uhm, hey. Hi. I'm kinda glad I gave the last chapter some sort of closure, because it's been more than a year since I posted it. I am genuinely sorry I put this story on hiatus, it became quite difficult to write for me and the fandom getting smaller, the feedback getting fewer, etc. made it harder to write. 😔 But I slowly kept adding scenes and having ideas to continue this story, and to be honest I'd love to keep writing it, even if it means posting one chapter a year. These characters' stories ain't finished yet! 💕💕💕 This is quite long, basically two/three chapters at once, so I hope you'll enjoy it even if my writing is very rusty!

Taglist: @warriorteam1924 @john-deacon-fucks @kiainspace @the-world-of-erit @tenementfunsterwithpurpleshoes @kinole009x   @blossom-melina-burnickel @wilyserpent @annina-96 @john-paul-george-ring0  @idontknowhowthisworked @julescape @tiny-irish-warlock @finland-shoes (Please tell me if you want to be added/removed!)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12  | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | …

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tooth&claw chapter 4

An: sorry this took so long. And it just ends. Ive been struggling so I just wanted to get this out there!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Shifter!Reader

Wc: 1.9k

Age of Ultron

Warning: Canon typical violence, language!, no y/n used. Nicknames: Poppy/Flowers

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

He wasn't really sure what day it was. They all seemed to blur together after he got here. 

Here? Where was here, anyway?

The four-poster bed was nice. The canopy above his head fluttered in the wind a little.

Leon never was one for hot summer days in the south - had to be, with a humidity like this - but here he was. His neck hurt. That's the second thing he noticed, an ache that went through muscle and tendon - bone deep.

He shifted to move off the bed, swinging his legs over the side and planting his bare feet on the hardwood floor. Even the floor was warm. Did no one believe in air conditioning? At least there was a breeze, the french doors were open wide, and the wind was blowing the sheer curtains about like ghosts in the night.

Leon wasn't sure if it was sunrise or sunset, the sun not being visible where the doors faced the massive expanse of fields and trees.

He paced toward the open doors, a metal clanking drawing his focus behind him. There were metal chains connecting him to the floor. Leon's hand followed the heavy metal links up, up and stopped when he reached his neck. It wasn't silver, but it was a thick metal collar he was sure he couldn't break free of.

Leon could feel his heartbeat against his chest like it wanted to escape the confines of his ribcage. His breaths were quick and shallow. How did he get in this? Why couldn't he remember? What was he doing here? There was a heavy ache starting from his neck, and it pulsed through him with the staccato beating of his heart. It urged him to calm down.

How could he? The panic was all he could feel, his hands shaking. Leon bent down to the mooring point where the chain met the metal link on the floor. He had to get free. Had to find his sister.

Oh, Gods. He had to find you. There was another surge through his body. This was more persistent. It felt like a command to stop. Stop what you're doing or else.

Leon never was one for playing by the rules. He gave another hard yank at the chain on the floor, but it didn't budge.

The door to the room is flung open, Leon whirls around to face the intruder, painstakingly making his claws appear in defense. It's almost like his body is rebelling against him. Nothing feels the same.

Leon knows this man, though. He may not know how or why he's tied up, but he knows the man in the doorway.

The man tuts, a mocking show of sympathy on his handsome face, “now, now, puppy, what's with all'a th’fuss?” A sweet southern accent fills the room, and the man walks smoothly into the room like he's gliding on air. A gust of wind whips through the bedroom, carrying all thoughts of escape once the scent reaches Leon’s nose.

“Oh, mate,” a dreamy sigh leaves Leon's throat as he straightens back up, feet shuffling forward as he meets his mate halfway.

Leon remembers now being in the presence of his mate, which triggers the memories from the last few months. He inhales sharply at the intrusion of new memories he shouldn’t have forgotten.

“Well, there he is,” Deacon says proudly. Leon wants to ask why he's tied up or what happened to him, but Deacon speaks up before he gets the chance.

“Kept try’na hurt yourself, Peaches. Ah couldn't have that,” Deacon brings a hand to the side of Leon's face, thumb stroking lightly over his cheekbone. “Full moon is soon, and Ah think Ah’ve almost got it right this time.”

Leon's brows furrow, head tilting to the side, “got what right?” 

Deacon lifts his hand to the empty space in the room. The hand on Leon tightens a little, long claws digging into his skin to draw blood. Leon hisses at the action, pulling away when Deaon brings a bloody finger to his lips and licks them clean. 

There's a surge of energy in the air. It makes Leon's hair stand on end. Deacon snaps his fingers, and in the empty space, a body shimmers into existence. The skin is pale and sickly, emaciated, and sallow. The figure stands hunched over, and elbows pull in tight to his body and hands covering his face. The long boney fingers dig into his scalp. It doesn't seem like the creature is breathing, but there it stands. Almost translucent.

“What…?” Leon takes a step back, chain shuffling with him as he does. The creature across the room seems to perk up, hands falling away from his face and gleaming eyes zero in on Leon.

Leon feels sick. He bends over to dry heave and the chain all but chokes him. He can't breathe. He needs to get out. He needs to leave and never look back. Mate or no. He needs to find you and warn you. He needs to find you and tell you how sorry he is.

The creature looks over to Deacon, hollow eyes unblinking as it shuffles forward, feet dragging against the hardwood. Scarping. 

“M.. mm. Mas-tr. Massster,” the voice rasps, and it sounds so familiar. 

“Ah’ve been tryn’ for awhile, Peaches,” Deacon ignores the abomination slowly shuffling its way towards them. “Ah just cain’t seem t’get them right.” He shakes his head, stepping forward to meet the creature in the middle of the room.

It has fangs, Leon notices, long claws at the end of its boney pale fingers. Then the creature stumbles and falls to its knees, a coughing fit racking its body, and Leon thinks it won't last, and it might crumble right there.

“Cain’t get them to last longer than a few minutes,” he tuts.

“why does - why does it…”

“Look like you?” Deacon hums, brilliant blue eyes sparkle at Leon when he turns his head, “Ah make doppelgangers, o’course. Though they don't last long when Ah try with you.” Deacon furrows his brows, the creature on the floor wheezes to breath, hands reaching out and scraping along the floor to get to its master. 

Deacon doesn't seem to care in the slightest as he turns to leave the room. Before he can exit and close the door behind him, he spares another glance to Leon.

“That's all gonna change this comin’ full moon, puppy. Ah can feel it.” The grin he gives is all fangs as Deacon walks away.

And Leon is left in his room with a dying creature that looks eerily like him, but he can't seem to take his eyes off it. He sinks to the floor and brings his knees to his chest. Eyes unblinking and chin wobbling.

“I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry.”

And Leon isn't sure if he's apologizing to himself, the creature dying a few feet from him. Or to you.

**

“I'm only going to say this once,” Tony could scream. He was so done with Captain Righteous and his moral high ground. Couldn't he see he was doing this for him? Doing this to everyone to keep them safe? To keep you safe.

“How about nonce?” Tony is all about sass. He spares a glance to Steve and his new companions. His eyes seek you out, but when he doesn't find you his brows crease, he pauses his hurried fingers of booting JARVIS through the synthetic body inside the Cradle. 

“Shut it down!”

“Nope, not gonna happen.” He goes to ask where you've gotten to, and when he tries to make eye contact with Steve again, the man just can't seem to hold his gaze. 

Steve sighs through his nose, “You don't know what you're doing.”

Bruce straightens, brows pull down over his eyes, “And you do? She's not in your head?”

“I know you're angry-” the girl, Wanda, Tony, remembers her name being brought up earlier. And she was just that, a girl.

“Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.” Oh, Brucie.

“Banner, after everything that's happened–” Captain Moral High Ground goes to interject.

Tony really wants to slap some sense into Steve, “That's nothing compared to what's coming!”

“You don't know what's in there!”

“This isn't a game–”

“The creature–”

There's a rush of wind, lights flash in warning, and the equipment around the room spark and shut down. All in the blink of an eye, “No, no. Go on. You were saying?”  

Well, guess he was fast. No time to think about it now.

“I'm rerouting the upload,” Tony tried not to pay attention to anything else around him. And the fact you weren't around had him a little worried. He kept thinking you'd come up behind him and hug him. Your head resting between his shoulder blades as your arms wrapped around his waist. 

But your touch never came.

“Wait!” Bruce's shout pulls Tony from his thoughts, just as Thor calls down lightning to strike the cradle. 

**

You awake with a start, chest heaving, and a dull ache to the side of your head. You bring a hand to soothe it away as your eyes blink to clear the blurred vision.

It's dark and cold, wherever you are. There's machine parts and alien tech hanging about the space you're in. It looks like a junkyard. 

A metallic voice pulls you from your inspection, and you startle at the intrusion.  

“I wasn't sure you'd wake up. I hoped you would, I wanted to show you something,” Ultron looks over his shoulder at you. They slump slightly as you try to sit up more. “I don't have anyone else.”

You wonder where the twins are. Did he kill them, too? Did they escape when they had the chance? You take in the room again, scanning to make sure they aren't here.

Ultron seemed to notice, hands stilling with whatever he was assembling, “They left,” his voice is quiet. It's silent for a moment as he resumes his tinkering.

“I think a lot about meteors, the purity of them. Boom! The end starts again. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild. I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful.” He sounds wistful. You're sure his eyes would unfocus if he wasn't a homicidal robot.

It seems Clint got away with the Cradle, after all. Good.

“The world would've looked to the sky and seen hope,” Ultron continues his one-sided conversation, “seen mercy. Instead, they'll look up in horror because of you. You've wounded me. I give you full marks for that. But, like the man said, "What doesn't kill me…" 

Something red hot pierces through Ultron, pulling him apart down the middle, and from it steps out a larger version of him. Upgraded and broad, pointed metal and anger seethe through him. His red eyes flash down at you, and you can't help the whimper that leaves your throat.

 "…just makes me stronger.”

*

“What do you mean, ‘you lost her’?”  Tony's trying really hard not to strangle someone. He's visibly shaking, and he can't bring himself to calm down. He rakes a hand through his hair for the 100th time as he paces the room. “how could you have lost her?”

Clint cringes a little, face scrunched up in apology, “it's my fault. She got the cradle to me and told me to go, but Ultron took her right from under me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I'm sorry, Tony.”

Steve shook his head, “Not just your fault, Clint, I'm the one that told you to leave her.” Steve seems to puff up, instead of deflate like Tony wants him to.

Tony scrubs his hands down his face, leaving his hands around his mouth as he glares at Clint and Steve, “Well, any ideas where Ultron could have taken her?”

“Sokovia,” the Not-JARVIS says plainly.

Of course, it all comes back to Sokovia. Tony is tired. But he won't stop until he finds you and has you back.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Screenshots:

Main Masterlist

Snazzy Nick

Chameleon Arms Deacon

Snazzy Bois

Spooky Season Readied Nick

Smol Nick

Imitation

Two Cowboys Hanging Out

Snazzy Ladies

The Most Dad Thing

Still Mimicking Dad

Giant Dad

Cool Dad

Awkward Elevator Ride

Smol and Cute

Rescue

Halloween

After Halloween

Fireflies

Buddy Cop Film

Unimpressed Frog

Presentation

Smiling Dad

Awkward Student moment

Working

Cozy RoboDad

I’m Getting Cat Energy Here

New Tatic?

How To Scold A Small Person

Steal The Hat

New Mixtape Album Cover?

DiMA goes from o-o to 0-0

Helping Clean His Mess

Steel Magnolia Date Night!!!

New Friend

Eating Noodles

Wigs

Steel Magnolia Family Dinner

What Have I Done…..

Giraffe

Disappointed Dad Face

Nicks New Outfit

Another Date

Cool Dad Part 2

The Buddy Cop Film We Need

Father and Son Band

Nightmare Fuel

Midnight Fireflies

Commonwealth Snazzy

[thewickedkat]

tagged by @vcaudley -- 9 lines, 9 people (i'll give you the 9 lines but i am hard-pressed to tag nine folks who write)

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On the nights when the moon can’t be seen, that’s when it’s hardest. Past the witching hour but miles from false dawn, when the dew is gathering on the cornstalks and the fireflies have gone to bed. When it’s the quiet you can feel in your bones and you can’t get enough air into your lungs. When you part your lips helplessly in the darkness, desperate to get the leaden thing living between your ribs out, but instead the loneliness eases itself in, unfurls itself against your tongue and licks behind your incisors, unwilling to wait for permission. It pushes past your molars slowly, stretches your jaw wide and you don’t want this, not the way it’s being offered, but it is relentless and maybe you deserve this anyway, so you surrender to the inevitability and relax your throat as it glides in and down, past every reflex that makes you want to choke until it nestles next to the dense weight under your breastbone.

It consumes and simultaneously spits you out, swallows you whole and then ejects you up and out into the wide expanse of sky above, a sad pathetic mist of nobody dreams and elsewhere wishes.

And with each inhale you expand, the space inside you growing, each breath like a shimmer-fragile soap bubble, making you lighter and thinner until you feel you could float up and away, a lost helium balloon drifting into the stratosphere. Something without mass, formless, a radio signal emanating out into the vasty nothing, fragmenting and disintegrating until it can’t recall that it once was a transmission, a soul reaching out blindly in the dark to feel less alone.

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tagging @wildwildwasteland @totally-not-deacon @adventuresofmeghatron @deacons-wig (that's two tags you've got, bun!) @stitchcasual and anyone else who might like to join in!

[meltingangelsmods]

Halloween 2023 Mod Masterpost 🎃✨🎃✨

- Mods for Both Vs -

} Day 1: Palm Eye tattoos and Poses - Inspired by Pan's Labyrinth {2 Tattoos & 2 Poses}

} Day 2: Tiffany Valentine's tattoo - Child's Play

} Day 3: Resident Evil tattoos - Logos Edition {3 Tattoos}

} Day 4: Paranormal Allure - Underworld Eyes for V {39 Eyes}

} Day 5: Crucifix Head Tattoo - From the film Priest {3 Options}

} Day 6: Vampire Bite Neck Tattoos {3 Options}

} Day 7: Deaths Head Moth Tattoo {Both Vs}

} Day 8: Brides of Dracula - An Eye Set {39 Eyes}

} Day 9: No One Can Hear You Scream - Tattoo Set inspired by Ridley Scott's ALIEN {Both Vs}

} Day 10: Who you gonna call? - Ghostbusters Symbol Tattoo {Both Vs}

} Day 11: Mmm, man-blood... - Dimitrescu's Daughters Tattoo { Both Vs }

} Day 12: O' Death - Hannah's Butterfly Tattoo from Until Dawn {Both Vs}

} Day 13: Fear the Old Blood - Hunter's Mark Tattoo from Bloodborne {Both Vs}

} Day 14: Where's everyone going? - Las Plagas Tattoo from RE4 {Both Vs}

} Day 15: Bloody Tears - Castlevania Eyes for V {39 Options}

} Day 16: Look for the Light - TLOU Firefly Chest Tattoo { Both Vs }

} Day 17: Unravel - Tokyo Ghoul Eyes for V {39 Options}

} Day 18: Ride the Broken Road - Deacon's Tattoos from Days Gone {Both Vs}

} Day 19: Brand of Sacrifice - Berserk - Tattoos {Both Vs}

} Day 20: Halo of the Sun - Silent Hill - Tattoo {Both Vs}

} Day 21: Belmont Family Crest -Castlevania - Tattoo {Both Vs}

} Day 22: Twanas Sigil - Blair Witch {Both Vs}

} Day 23: On Into Eternity - Midnight Mass Eyes for V

} Day 24: For the Beldam - Coraline Mod Set {Both Vs}

} Day 25: Glowing Baphomet Tattoo {Both Vs}

} Day 26: Daryl's Angel Wings Tattoo {Both Vs}

} Day 27: All the Damn Vampires - Eyes for V

} Day 28: Serpentine Vampirism - Eyes for V

} Day 29: Cults and Cult Classics - Eyes for V

} Day 30: Spooky Nails - Nails for V

[ca11istee]

wip title meme

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

i got tagged by @seraphfighter. listen, you have no idea what you’re unleashing to this world lmao 😅

tagging… @nightcxty​, @neon-pink-witch​ @seraphtrevs​ @jaymber​ @miss-jennifer-cormier​ and idk who else that hasn’t been tagged yet?? if you have a wip list do this ❤️

okay um… so yeah, fml i went through like 7 folders to get all of these. under the cut because i included everything, even abandoned/forgotten wips. except for mythmance because i have an nda for that lol

a prayer in c (deacon/f!sosu, fallout)

a saint in sinners eyes (vaas montenegro&f!oc, far cry)

a warning sign (deacon/f!sosu deacon/f!oc, fallout)

and saints (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

apocalypse (original fic)

baptism by fire (solas/f!lavellan, dragon age)

bermuda locket (johnny silverhand/f!v yorinobu arasaka/f!v, cyberpunk)

between the bars (f!sosu/kreig, fallout/borderlands)

bitches’ brew (kylo ren/rey, star wars)

bleed together (johnny silverhand(johnnybot)/f!v, cyberpunk)

borderlands au (handsome jack/fiona, borderlands)

comic (original fic)

cyberpunk sequel outline (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

devil i know (nacho varga/f!oc lalo salamanca/f!oc, better call saul)

dragon age (solas/f!oc, dragon age)

firefly/the walking dead (gen, firefly/the walking dead)

gone soverign/absolute zero (loki/harley quinn joker/harley quinn, thor 2011/the dark knight) 

happier than ever (rogue/johnny silverhand rogue/santiago, cyberpunk)

hard to be a god (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

heaven (original fic)

hunters (armitage hux/f!oc kylo ren/f!oc, star wars)

i disagree (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

i will fail you (porter gage/f!sosu, fallout)

in waves (gen, game of thrones)

judy/oc (judy alvarez/f!oc, cyberpunk)

moondust (kylo ren/rey, star wars)

narcissistic cannibal (tate langdon/f!oc, american horror story)

ofmd (stede bonnet/blackbeard f!oc/f!oc, our flag means death)

out of this world (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

paparazzi (joker/f!oc, the dark knight)

peacefall (nacho varga&domingo molina, better call saul)

post epilogue epilogue (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

plug in baby (deacon/barbara, fallout)

rdr2 canon divergent (arthur morgan/f!oc, red dead redemption)

rdr2 time travel au (arthur morgan/f!oc, red dead redemption)

safe and sound (loki/f!oc, thor 2011)

self destructor (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

snakes and ladders (evelyn parker/m!v, cyberpunk)

spider/oc (spider murphy/m!v, cyberpunk)

stardew valley (shane/f!farmer, star dew valley)

straying out of sanity (joker/f!oc, the dark knight)

tempest (bucky barnes/f!oc, captain america:the winter soldier)

the end of eternity (loki/f!oc, the avengers)

the negative (v/f!oc, devil may cry 5)

the stage (deacon/f!sosu, fallout)

the unforgiven (gen, the dark knight)

there’s no sex in your violence (daemon targaryen/rhaenyra targaryen, house of the dragon/cyberpunk)

venom (eddie brock/venom/f!oc, venom)

vile (original fic)

violet (john hancock/f!sosu, fallout)

virus (original fic)

voices (original fic)

you are my hell (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

[dundunny]

Gotham Knights

I’m still finishing up Batgirl’s story, but I beat Gotham Knights. I inevitably compare it to the Arkham series, especially considering it’s the same studio that did Arkham Origins, but really it should be its own standalone.

Let me start off by saying it’s not a bad game. The battle system is much smoother than Arkham’s, and there’s quite a bit of variety between the characters, whether it’s Batgirl’s devastating, hard-hitting blows, Red Hood’s instant-kill headshots, Robin’s ability to sneak and take down an area group of enemies before the battle even starts, or Nightwing’s flowing acrobatics. Everyone is well-rounded and I never felt that any character was the weak, useless one. It just depends on your playing style.

I’ve stated before my love is in the environments, and I like Gotham here. The map is on the borderline of being too big, but the developers managed to keep each neighborhood unique with enough landmarks that you’re usually pretty good on mentally figuring out your location. The area around Wayne Industries vs. Robinson Park vs. the industrial area around the Cauldron allows me to subconsciously tell where I am and the general direction of where I have to go. It’s equally fun to climb and jump over the rooftops as it is to drive through the streets with the motorcycle.

The story is solid and pays good homage to the Court of Owls introduction in the comics, although there are some flaws. Like, we’re arresting Kane? For what? We’ve already established the Court gets whomever they want out on appeal. And Judge Moreno may be willing to sign the warrant, but that doesn’t mean she’ll be the presiding judge for the trial. So that whole section of the plot was silly. However other than that, it’s great to see the team come together to try and figure out Batman’s last case. The maze scene in particular is quite poignant. It really portrays Dick and Tim’s insecurities well, and Jason’s fears of being a monster, and I nearly cried with Barbara when I played Montoya’s call to HQ that Gordon got shot.

And it’s nice to see the Batfam act like human beings to each other for once. Batman’s video recordings where he describes his inner feelings, fears, and joys is something you rarely see in the comics nowadays. (Major shout out to Batman’s VA Michael Antanakos. He’s not Conroy, but his crooning voice was very pleasant to hear.) Jason is in therapy and taking steps to move forward. Tim adores his siblings and likes hanging out with them. Barbara and Dick, although broken up, maintain a strong relationship. Particularly post game, if you just sit in the Belfry and listen to the conversations, you can tell they’re moving forward.

However I need to address the biggest problem: There aren’t enough villains, and to compensate for that the developers made the game repetitious. This game has Mr. Freeze, Clayface, Harley Quinn, and Talia al-Ghul, and you fight the first two twice. Let’s compare that to Arkham Knight, where you fight Azrael, Harley Quinn, Penguin, Deathstroke, Firefly, Deacon Blackfire, Hush, Professor Pyg, Two Face, Nyssa al-Ghul, Mad Hatter, Killer Croc, and Black Mask. And you also had very involved plots with the Riddler, Man-Bat, and Mr. Freeze. You’re so busy juggling all these enemies and subplots that there isn’t any reason to fight regular criminals out on the street. Not only does Gotham Knights require you to fight these random criminals over and over, 90% of the sidequests are basically grind quests. Oh what does Montoya need? For me to break up a criminal deal at the same parking lot I’ve broken up six criminal deals in the past? All right, time to make it a seventh. That’s not interesting. You know what is interesting? Boarding a blimp-prison after hearing Killer Croc got out, only to discover they’re hanging prisoners in cages on the ceiling. Or duking it out with the Mad Hatter in this crazy book wonderland. Or the visceral horror and feeling physically sick when you walk in on Professor Pyg and discovering what he was doing to all those people.

DLC was super lame too. Literally it’s just the same six rooms repeated for twenty-five levels with the same enemies until you get to the bottom and meet Starro. I was excited to fight him, but really it’s just fighting massive group of regular enemies, whom you’ve already beaten just to get here, as you escort Starro to prison. That example I gave in the previous paragraph about the blimp-prison? That was Arkham Knight DLC. Yeah, they definitely could’ve done better.

Besides that, I think one of the best parts of the Arkham series was overhearing conversations from the criminals in the streets. They were so funny and I would stop what I was doing just to listen to completion. Gotham Knights had potential considering this was the first game with normal civilians wandering around, but everything is just one-line quips. They need to get those writers from Arkham back. They definitely worked on Origins, so what happened?

With all my complaints I did enjoy it; after all I played it four times just to see all the cutscenes with each character. The main story is relatively short, I’d give it maybe ten hours, and including sidequests maybe fifteen to twenty. So if you’d like to have a pleasant weekend or two, I’d say try it. And honestly it’s worth it for this scene:

One question though: Was that lapdog alive, or was she petting a taxidermy?

[namea]

Varric - Dragon Age series

Joker - Mass Effect Series

Nick Valentine - Fallout 4

Deacon - Fallout 4

Parvati - Outer Worlds (Look, I know she had a romance subplot but I’d have loved MC to have an Ace romance with her because she’s the first overtly Ace character I’ve met in a game and she reminds me of Kaylee from Firefly)

Linu - Neverwinter Nights

Aribeth (for females) - Neverwinter Nights

Mostly I like people with a sense of humour in games. Also I generally prefer to be a lesbian in games but I can’t resist anyone who is witty. 

rb and respond with your top unromanceable video game character/s that you think should have been romanceable

[jackzillanyanut8008]

The Last Of Us Part 3: Fan Write (Part 3)

Author’s Note:

This fan write of the 3rd addition to The Last Of Us franchise is completely fan made, I own zero rights to the game, tv show, or merchandise. Any and all properties of this franchise are owned by Naughty Dog Studios, Sony Computer Entertainment, Sony Interactive Entertainment, and PlayStation Studios. And of course, please support both the previous games, as well as the HBO series.

-Stone CL Williams

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Chapter 9: What Goes “Bump” in the Night

Ellie wakes up in a panic as she looks around her and Dina’s room. It’s okay Ellie, just another damn nightmare she thought to herself. She gets up to make something to drink before Dina grabs her hand “Don’t worry hun, just getting something to calm my nerves, promise” Ellie says as she kisses Dina’s fingers and walks out the door.

Ellie fucking nightmares, ever since she was little. The idea of her mind twisting some of the fucked up shit she’d seen over the years into terrifying monsters or vivid and dark memories that would spiral her into a panic, never sat right with her. She walks downstairs and grabs Joel’s old mug and starts to make some tea, before hearing a knock at her door.

She knew it was one of two things: One, it was some drunk ass from The Tipsy Bison thinking that their house was the local inn; Or it was something else entirely. Regardless, Ellie opens the door and almost cups her hand over her mouth in shock as she sees her late night guest.

“Sup sugar tits? Miss me?” Abby says as she smirks ear to ear before letting out a brief chuckle. Ellie grabs her knife before a strange man comes from behind Abby and disarms her. “Sorry Mrs’ Williams, don’t wanna wake up the kid and your old lady” he says as Abby and Lev walk in. Ellie’s fear overtakes her rage before realizing what this could be, an invasion of Jackson. It all made sense now; the need to find more Fireflies, her and the others being so close to Jackson before they killed Joel, and Ellie was sitting on the floor, in a robe, defenseless. “You lay one finger on either of them and I’ll-” she says quietly before Abby puts up her hand, interrupting her threat “First off: I’m not THAT deranged bitch, Secondly; I came here to talk” she says as she looks to her strange accomplice “Deacon, let her go”. The man gives her a look of concern but obliges nonetheless. “Sorry about the roughhousing miss, you’re the one who pulled the knife out though” he says sheepishly as Ellie grabs her switchblade.

The four of them sit in the living room, Abby and Deacon on the couch opposite of Ellie, and Lev on a sofa to her right. Ellie takes a drink of tea before giving Abby a stare “How’d you dickwads get in anyway? Nobody outside gets inside without clearance or permission” she says before Deacon holds up her answer: A giant plastic bag of weed as big as JJ. “Hey, not everyone can just forget the apocalypse miss, and besides me and Tommy go back” Deacon explains as he sets the bag on the coffee table as Dina rushes down with JJ in her arms. “Well, howdy miss” Deacon says as he tips his hat to Dina, who stares directly at Abby and Lev “What the fuck are you doing in my house” she says flatly as she slowly steps down the staircase. “Weed and action movies? I got the weed part and figured you would provide the rest” Deacon says sarcastically with a loud laugh, prompting JJ to whine a little. “But in all seriousness, we didn’t come here to fight, quite the opposite actually” Abby says as Deacon clears his throat.

The two look at them confused before Abby finishes “We came here to make peace”

Chapter 10: Peace Among Worlds

“Peace? Are you fucking serious?” Dina says before Ellie cuts her off “Hun, I know it’s hard to believe but in all actuality, we started the whole mess in the first place”. Dina gives Ellie a look of both surprise and concern. “Joel killed Abby’s father, Tommy and I killed her friends, and they went through hell to get here, as much as I wanna stick her with my knife, we shouldn’t fight the clean” Ellie says with a heavy sigh. Dina takes a deep breath before looking at Lev “Hey kid, I get one punch to your shoulder, then we’re square” she says as she sets JJ on a highchair next to Ellie. “Fair enough” Lev says as he looks at Abby “What about that Tommy guy? We still gotta see him right?” he asks. Ellie shakes her head “If you thought I was hard to convince, Tommy would be impossible. I mean, Abby did blast a chunk of his face off and you did shoot him in the leg with that bow of yours” Ellie explains. 

Abby lets out a sigh and gets up “Yeah best to give him a few days of us being here, maybe you can talk him down a little Ellie?” she says as she throws on a jacket. Ellie takes a sip of coffee and sighs “I’ll try, he left for New York a few weeks ago, but he might pop in soon for the Outbreak Festival”. Lev tilts her head in confusion before Dina explains “It’s an annual festival we have at the end of the summer to celebrate our survival of the apocalypse, it helps people forget the world ended and all that”. Lev nods her head in understanding as the trio leave.

As they walk out, Deacon gives Ellie a brief stare before shutting the door. “Something up D? You look weirded out” Lev asks as they walk onto the street. Deacon sparks up a joint and takes a puff “That Ellie girl, you said she was immune right?” he asks. Abby stops in her tracks “Yeah, why?” she asks. Deacon lets out a deep exhale before giving off a chuckle “Nothing, just was wondering who did her ink, not a lot of tattoo artists these days” he says with a laugh.

Abby gives him a smirk as they move on, Lev catching up before they pass by an old house.

“Is that his house Abby?” Deacon asks as Abby puts her hand to the mailbox

Abby lets out a sigh before backing off “I was so blinded by hate and vengeance, maybe if I just let it go-” she says before Deacon cuts her off. “Listen Abbs, if some schmuck ever kills my dad, I’d do far worse. Just be glad those two forgive you” he says, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Thanks D. Let's get to the Inn, I’m beat” Abby says as the trio head into town.

Back in Port Hueneme, Thatch runs out of the burning wreckage of The Mileena. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit” he says as he runs to the old employee garage that he and D had stashed a bunch of supplies and an old pickup truck.

“Gotta find Deacon, before these assholes do” he says as he peels out into the night. The Mileena still burning behind him.

[lookbluesoup]

Whump Prompt Asks

Though they’d also qualify for angst and hurt/comfort. I’m in a list making mood so here we go! Might do art or short little blurbs or ficlets. Others are welcome to reblog too and use these prompts (please credit with a link back if you repost!)

“They won’t survive the night.”

Hunted by wild dogs.

Through the ice.

Red, red everywhere.

“Don’t move. Whatever you do, don’t move.”

Smoke in the lungs.

“It’s broken, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Worst nightmare.

This time its not a dream.

A punch in the gut. The blade is red now. Wait -

An empty quiet.

Tapetum eyes.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare!”

By the throat.

Under the nails.

The sound of a bone breaking.

“Stay.”

“I can’t stop shaking.”

Bite marks.

Bludgeon.

The way blood felt dripping from an ear.

“Hot. It shouldn’t be hot.”

“Stay on your feet.”

So tired.

Barbed wire.

Every possible shade from yellow to purple.

A noose.

“I won’t leave.”

"It's not your fault. Come here."

Crying, being held so tight like they're scared you might slip through their fingers

Cheeks smeared in blood, dirt, tears.

Clasping hands so tight they shake.

Emergency tactics.

"You promised not to leave."

Curled into a ball, blood oozing out beneath.

"I'm fine."

You didn't notice. You didn't see. Not until they collapsed behind you.

Foolish guardian.

Almost too late.

"You have shit timing, you know that?"

A sudden fall. An outstretched hand.

Premonition.

"That was a mistake. That was the last mistake you'll ever make."

Reckless and sobbing.

That "easy prey" was a predator's mate. And they’re angry.

"We're being hunted."

"Please, save them."

A life for a life.

Drink the pain away.

Makeshift shelter.

"I thought I was better."

At the mercy of the storm.

Secret protector.

"You were right."

"I don't want to fight you."

Human shield.

"Look at me. Focus on me."

Survivor's guilt.

"I'll be gentle."

Breathing together.

"Don't lie to me."

Distraction.

Too dark to see. Listening. Feeling. Something hurts.

Do not go gentle.

“It’s infected. Bad.”

A deeper wound than expected.

“You NEED to sleep.”

Enemy made guardian.

“That’s enough. That’s all you can do.”

Pacing.