#I mean he dated a siren. It’s Canon.
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I’m gonna regret posting this but that billford animation? Ya know the one.
My headCanon is that Bill specifically chose the most bland Twink look he could, just to piss ford off
If mr Stanford monster-fucking pines wanted to save the town, he needed to do the one thing he dreaded most
he had to fuck the most average guy
#gravity falls#billford#monster fucker Stanford pines#I mean he dated a siren. It’s Canon.#tw suggestive#text post#i did it i saved the town#I can’t believe I’m posting this
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That’s probably nothing, right?
Did y’all ever mistake comfort for romance in high school with your close friends and proceed to date them only to realize some time in that you didn’t actually like them that way at all? (Please don’t say no, I cannot be the only one who did this ;-;)
Anywho, such is the case of Emma May & Stanford Pines. Because the ‘guys and girls can’t just be friends. Someone always likes the other’ was obviously strong in this era and their peers weren’t exactly making them feel better about just having a purely platonic close friendship
For the time they are together though I like to think they had fun with it? Like they both sorta realized deep down that they didn’t actually feel any romantic feelings for one another, so they got a kick out of acting conventionally romantic in public
It becomes an inside joke that no one else realizes is an inside joke, but anywho everyone is free to perceive Ford as they wish
I just strongly believe he’s aroace in a very specific manner? I just don’t think he vibes with humans very well and if he had to be into anything romantically it would be like ✨creatures of fable✨?? Like bro crushes on vampires and werewolves and aliens and whatever the hell else is out there in the unknown
I mean, bro dated a siren, had romantic tension/a potential relationship with an inter-dimensional dream triangle, and is implied to have felt something for the oracle Jheselbraum in the black light ver of journal 3
IDK IDK that’s just my head space about it, but all I can say is bro definitely only really feels for Emma May as a friend
Ford canonically yearns for romances though even if he knows he doesn’t actually understand it (hence I think we should popularize giving this man a qpr over anything else ;-;) so while he doesn’t feel anything for Emma May in that regard I believe he definitely yearns for the reality where he could be capable of that
Shes already so kind and understanding and accepting towards him, and she’s already been there for a massive falling out- plus she’s actively still supporting him after a mutual breakup and keeping the friendship? Yeah bro wishes he could, but he can’t and he’s accepted that
He just really hopes to keep her as a friend (even though we all know that’s not gonna happen as soon as he’s traveling to Oregon :,)
#gravity falls#emma may dixon#stanford pines#ford pines#aroace ford#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls fandom#book of bill#the book of bill#gravity falls oc#oc#aroace#arospec#stanley pines#stan pines#carla mccorkle#emmastan#fanart#oc x canon
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The Gentleman Chapter Six: Tremble
Alfred Pennyworth x Black Dancer!Reader
Summary: Scarecrow threatens to bring Gotham to its knees while you and those you love find yourself caught in the middle
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, canon typical violence, mentions of chemical weapons, anxiety and hallucinations, mild angst and hurt/comfort, competency kink, alfred being a soft dom, smut: soft spanking tw, body worship, oral (reader receiving)
Word Count: 12.0k
This chapter is finally here and I actually cannot believe the journey it has been from when I started working on this, having months of difficulty writing and then I just write this massive chapter! I’m really happy to be sharing it and I hope it’s well worth the wait. I really appreciate and cherish all your comments and love and patience especially on this series, it means so much 🤎
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At the mercy of impending catastrophe, an entire city was holding its breath in sick anticipation.
News of Scarecrow and his fear toxin was everywhere one went, anxiety climbing with every hushed discussion and passing day without answers.
His motives were still unclear and everyone was trying to decipher the severity of the message he had left: This is Gotham’s only warning. Fear the Scarecrow.
What was to come next? And would you be ready?
Trust in Gotham’s institutions was few and far between for most, though you did feel a little more hopeful with Mayor Bella Reál’s steady presence in public lately—even still, people were bracing themselves.
For you that meant dance rehearsals were still being held so stage time was abundant, the exotic performances and the allure of the Iceberg Lounge were quickly becoming a good means of escape for many in the city.
You wanted to dazzle the audience, satisfied when you could suspend their belief that this was just a dance and convince them nymphs and sirens were real and alive in front of them instead.
It was easy to throw yourself into the work if you thought about it; counting steps and turns while the band played their hearts out.
There was no other competition, the shimmer and sparkle of the costumes, the lingerie underneath even more dazzling, opal pearls and diamonds adorning your lush bodies caught every single eye.
Five, six, seven…a spotlight shines down upon you, such a pretty beacon of desire, of the passion flowering so strongly in your own heart until there’s nothing but you and the music.
You left nothing on that stage at the end of the night.
Especially not when Alfred was in the crowd watching you with an ever growing adoration.
He made the effort to catch a show when he could, waiting with roses for you afterwards and no compliment or praise spared from your ears if he could help it.
It was amazing how much things could shift, how nervous you had been the first time you knew he would be watching and now you welcomed it, relished in his promise to show up for you simply because he thought your talent and love for your artform was worth it, that you were worth it.
And of course how could you forget his handwritten letter with such neat and elegantly written words, the very letter that sat on your nightstand since your date in the bookstore when he presented it to you and made it all official.
You read over it in the late night hours and in the morning when you woke up wishing he was next to you, until you could recite every word he had written by heart. Weeks ago you would have felt anxious about entering a relationship, not wanting to go through heartbreak if your feelings weren’t the same but now you understood Alfred would never let you stand on unsteady ground.
He hadn’t since the first moment your paths collided, the memory of it still so vivid you could practically hear the echo of your pounding footsteps on the concrete hurrying to reach him, taking a chance on a stranger and embracing him out of fear only to come away from it with your pulse racing for an entirely different reason instead.
Something solid and gentle had formed here and you wanted to be cocooned inside of it forever.
Your friends definitely didn’t hide their excitement that you were “basically dating a member of the Wayne family!” as Roxie had put it.
She was the first to tell you she wouldn’t mind at all if you slipped Bruce her number. Bambi was already ride or die for the relationship, as was Amber and then Kiera’s encouragement of all things romance on top of it all certainly made this a fanclub if you’d ever seen one.
Truthfully though their reassurances kept you from letting the tendency to overthink get in the way, making sure you knew that the way Alfred treated you was everything you deserved.
Grateful felt like too simple a word but it’s perhaps the best word to summarize the way you felt about each of them. Elated in how they celebrated this with you, a sing-song chorus of excitement when you told them about his letter in the chat or how everything went after he spent the night at your place for the first time.
It kept you hopeful, appreciating everything you had just a little extra.
Fresh snow dusted the windowsills of The Magpie where you were counting down the time until you’d have your evening free to spend with Alfred.
You would see him in just a few short minutes anyways, with Bruce in tow for a meeting with the mayor and her team but knowing you’d still have some time before you truly got him to yourself left you feeling a little antsy.
The bar had already been wiped down twice and you just checked on the handful of people sitting around for brunch, most of them talking and finishing off their drinks for the time being.
So you settled on people-watching, polishing the crystal whiskey glasses while you did, arranging them in a stacked pyramid and you were almost done with the menial task when Bruce Wayne sidled up to the bar.
“Oh, hey! Can I get you anything, Mr. Wayne?” you greeted him with a smile, doing your best not to make it obvious you were also looking to see if Alfred was nearby.
“Please just call me Bruce, you don’t have to keep it so formal, really I insist. And just coffee if you can.”
“Sorry, habit. I can get you some coffee, any sugar or cream?” you were laughing to yourself a little, forgetting that you didn’t have to address him so properly every time.
You still did that with Alfred sometimes, a ‘Mr. Pennyworth’ at the tip of your tongue on occasion which always came with a playful scolding.
“No thanks, I’ll take it as is,” Bruce corrected, thanking you again when you set the steaming mug down in front of him. “Oh, before I forget. He may have told you this already but when time allows it Alfred likes to try and get Dory and I together for a proper Sunday dinner and if you’re able to this coming weekend, I wanted to try and surprise him.”
Oh, how thoughtful! Quickly realizing he was inviting you to join them in this tradition of theirs made your heart swell and you hastened to accept.
“That sounds so nice! Of course I can be there. Should I bring anything, dessert maybe?”
“Yes, that would be perfect actually. It’ll be nice to have you there..uh, I know we haven’t had much time to speak but thank you, it’s good to see him happy lately and that’s because of you.”
Bruce’s usual shy, reserved tone was more open, a little softer and you felt relief knowing that you had his approval in a way, maybe not wanting to admit to yourself that it had been a quiet worry all this time.
His and Alfred’s relationship was on better working ground now and you didn’t want to complicate that or make it any more difficult for them to connect in the way they needed and it was very clear from the start that they did need each other and cared for one another fiercely.
This was good, really good.
“I’m glad and that’s okay by the way there’s been a lot going on you’re probably just as busy as he is, if not more, I figured we’d get to talk at some point. I really do just want to make him happy and I hope you know he is because of you too, he’s so proud of you.”
Your last few words saw the very rare edge of a smile before he took a sip from the mug, face turning stoic again.
Speaking of Alfred, he walked in the very next moment, as effortlessly handsome as usual. His suit was a crisp charcoal gray, a black tie tucked perfectly into that pristine waistcoat you knew felt smooth under your hands, the familiar gold accents of his wristwatch and cane pulling it all together.
He always looked incredible but god did he have you weak from halfway across the room today, those kind, blue eyes finding you with ease.
Waving him over to the bar, you started making his usual cup of Earl Grey, sharing a sheepish smile when you greeted each other.
“Good to see you, darling. I hope you’ve had an easy morning.” The depth and lull of his voice and that accent sent warmth spreading across your cheeks, distracted from hearing the affection in his tone.
“I have, thank you,” setting his cup of tea down on the bar counter, you leave the milk out for him to pour how he likes, “Hope the meeting goes well, you’re gonna kill it!”
“That’s very nice of you. I imagine it will, what we’re proposing will benefit the city and they seem receptive to Bruce’s ideas, which is all we can ask for.”
Beaming at him you nodded encouragingly, giving yourself a few more moments to talk with the two men before the mayor arrived and they were whisked off to a more private table.
Kiera came in not long after that, you were really just working the morning to fill in for her until she could get here but your plans to leave with Alfred right after his meeting lined up with the timing anyways.
An hour passed ever so slowly, the meeting finally finishing with what looked like good spirits from everyone and before long you were saying your goodbye’s to Bruce since he had to head out while Alfred lagged behind to take a phone call from his office.
Bundled up in your coat, you waited by the hostess stand content to watch the snow flurries begin to fall outside, such a stark contrast to the warm, crimson interior.
Not sure how long you were lost admiring the view, a warm hand slides across your lower back drawing your attention in a gentle caress you’re sure you’d know anywhere.
“Ready to leave?” Alfred held his hand out for you and kissed your knuckles when you fit your palm against his.
The eager nod of your head and the accompanying excited giggle gave you away but you didn’t care to hide how much you’d been looking forward to this evening with him.
“Ready.”
Outside the air was chilly, coats zipped up a little higher while you discussed what the plans were for the rest of the day.
It was still fairly quiet out on the streets, the business sector in this part of the city always a bit more empty than the bustling traffic of downtown that you were used to, at least before dinner rush anyway.
Nothing out of the ordinary piqued your attention until Alfred was pausing mid-sentence, asking if you heard what he had heard.
“No, what-” but no sooner than you had opened your mouth, the faintest recognition of what sounded like a scream could be heard. You flicked your eyes up to him in concern.
Had it really been a scream? Or was the frigid wind playing tricks on you, whistling through the air?
The same sound rang out again somewhere in the distance, only this time you both were able to hear a distinct shout of “HELP!” following it.
The mood had suddenly turned urgent but it was as if you could only move in slow motion until you realized that at this very moment, the other shoe had indeed dropped.
Chaos was the only way to describe it, more shouts piercing the air but nothing prepared you for the wave of people running out into the street in every direction.
You can’t be sure exactly what’s going on or what everyone was running from but the gears were already spinning in your mind and you don’t hesitate to move when Alfred hurriedly nudged you to follow him, clutching onto his jacket as he guided you to cross the street where his car was parked around the corner.
But you wouldn’t make it more than a few steps off the curb.
The flow of the crowd was too dense, too panicked and you were jostled as you tried to keep your feet steady on slick, snowy pavement.
A gasp was knocked loose from your throat when someone shoved past you, upsetting your balance in the process, the impact forcing you to let go of Alfred’s hand.
Fingers flailed but it was no use, you couldn’t move fast enough and soon more people pushed themselves between you on all sides which meant he couldn’t reach you either. You were quickly losing sight of him, legs feeling like lead as you tried to follow the sound of his voice shouting your name but there’s too much noise to filter out.
No, no! Where is he? I can’t see him anymore.
Your heart sank realizing you’d lost him in the crowd, even as frantically as you were searching for him there were so many people dashing past as you also tried to keep moving that you knew it would be impossible to find him like this.
You were separated and on your own.
Now it felt like your sense of direction was off, not sure if you were still headed in the right direction towards his car anymore, the whole world feeling like it was swallowing you up.
Deep breaths, just take a deep breath. Keep moving.
You had to repeat it to yourself in order to stay calm, trying to reassure yourself that somehow you could make it out of whatever this was but a pang of worry for Alfred made you feel nauseous.
Unwelcome thoughts of something happening to him threatened to take root amidst your struggle to think. Hands moving on their own volition, you reached into your bag to fumble for your phone; maybe you could could get a hold of him by calling, sending a text, could find where he was and try and make your way to him in the event you ended up making it to the car and he wasn’t there.
Seconds later, up ahead of you, a truck swerved to avoid a group of people rushing into the intersection which sent everyone scrambling to move aside, inadvertently knocking you off balance again.
Stinging pain prickled in the meat of your shins, rattling all the way up to your temple when you collided with the cold concrete, eyes going wide knowing it wasn’t safe to be on the ground like this.
But it didn’t matter because had you not been knocked to the ground you weren’t sure you would have noticed it: the shiny silver canister nestled in a pile of snow not six feet away.
Something didn’t feel right about this. It felt like you were being herded to this point.
Under the noise of so many footsteps and all the commotion you heard it click, a slow whistling hiss coming after. The sound grew louder but you were already scrambling backwards trying to put distance between you and the cloudy plume of gas extinguishing from the cylinder.
This had to be the fear toxin, this had to be him.
Fresh screams dotted the blood rushing to your brain through your ears, dread forming a hard lump in your throat as you watched the gas diffuse again and mix with the falling snow.
Loosening your scarf you folded it over your nose and mouth hoping it would buy you some time if you weren’t breathing as much of it in, you couldn’t be sure you hadn’t already.
Your heart was hammering in your ribs when you finally found your footing and could stand, ignoring the strain in your muscles or how your skin felt raw from where your tights had snagged and torn from crawling on the pavement.
Now that you were on your feet again your surroundings were more familiar.
It’s how you spotted the mouth of an alleyway to your right, knowing exactly where it would lead, recognizing the rust red fire escape peeking out from the side of the building. You hadn’t realized you traveled back this far but you’d take it, at least you’d be off the street this way.
The disadvantage of this was that you were working against the flow of bodies but you tried to keep your stance wide and square out your shoulders so you couldn’t be pushed quite as easily, and there was something else…a noticeable difference in how people were acting.
It wasn’t just panic in their eyes, pupils glazed over and blown wide, this was an erratic look of fright. This toxin was confirmed to cause hallucinations which could only mean there had to be dozen’s on this street alone who’d come in contact with it.
You could only imagine what awful things they were seeing, your voice ricocheting against the clamor of sounds trying to warn whoever you could.
Just then, the quickest flash of gold appears in your peripheral and you hear your name again turning in time to see him, Alfred, shouldering his way through the crowd.
You stared in awe, questioning for a split second if you were starting to see things too but he was really there fighting and pushing his way through the packed street to get to you.
The small relief when he reached you, both of his arms locking around you this time before ushering you the rest of the way. Slipping into the alleyway was easy after that.
“Are you hurt? Darling, look at me please! Are you hurt?” His voice is chalked with concern, a clipped edge to his tone that echoed against the brick wall you had slumped against to catch your breath.
He’s already looking you up and down in careful assessment.
“I’m fine! I’m okay..I think, but wait, Alfred! This was intentional, the gas it-” the words come tumbling out but you fall short at the nod he gave you. Of course he had pieced it together. You’re gulping before noticing his cane is missing. “What about you? I was so worried when we-” the words died in your throat for a second time remembering how you got separated in the crowd.
You didn’t trust yourself not to cry.
“Me too, sweet girl but I am alright. I was far more worried about you.” and it’s the tenderness in his voice that makes you sniffle.
Screaming cuts through the brief moment of rest and you both agree you need to get out of here, deciding to stay off the main streets. If you could cut through a few alleyways you’d be able to get to his car.
His hand is once again steady in yours, thumb passing over your skin trying to soothe you while your own fingers return pressure here and there, beyond relieved to be next to him again even with a million more worries arising.
The damage had already been done though, time beginning to move slowly, buildings looming high above feeling suffocating, as if maybe you’d never find your way out, every muffled cry or scream from the streets a terrible chorus.
A loud squeal and the creaking of metal a few feet ahead halted your steps again, Alfred’s arm thrown back to push you behind him.
Four men filed out of a side door, the hoods of their jackets pulled up so they were shrouded in shadows, both of you just barely avoiding being seen.
Alfred had hastened to backtrack and slip behind an empty delivery truck in the alley that provided some cover without close inspection but was still too close for any sort of comfort.
Everything in you went quiet and still, clammy fingers gripping Alfred’s bicep a little tighter, grateful you were wedged between the side of the truck and his body. You don’t want to look their way again but your anxiety rises at the thought of not knowing how far away they were so you risk a peek over his shoulder.
Your blood goes cold almost instantly, breath sucked from your lungs when a fifth man stepped forth.
Dead eyes pierced through a ripped burlap hood covering the man’s head, its crooked stitching reminding you of an old scarecrow only the rest of him was clad in a suit. All you felt was dread.
“Keep your eyes peeled.” a distorted command came from behind the decrepit hood.
There was something terrifying about the way this man moved, it was creepy and sinister, your suspicions confirmed when you spotted more of those silver canisters peeking out from his suit jacket just before he was slinking away, moving out onto the street ahead flanked by those four men, each with a weapon in hand.
Tentative relief came seeing the distance increase between your position and theirs but you weren’t out of the woods yet by any means with one more street to go.
Counting shallow breaths one by one, you waited until the crunch of their footsteps on the snow faded enough to move ahead safely.
Alfred squeezed your fingers to get your attention, motioning for you to follow him from out behind the truck carefully. It was best not to stay idle here too long.
In the midst of trying to process what just occurred you didn’t notice Alfred pull out a small blade until you saw it clenched in his left hand, noting the way he kept it tucked in towards his palm so that outwardly no one could see it was there.
His other hand gripped your arm, keeping you from being able to move from behind his back as you crept forward together, a defensiveness in his movements that made it seem like this was just muscle memory for him.
Here he was, protecting you, keeping you calm this whole time and though it wasn’t surprising anymore you were still a little struck by just how much he cared for you, your wellbeing. It bled through into every part of him and that had your heart clenching.
When you finally made it out of the alley fresh worry spiked like ice inside your chest, attention drawn to every direction trying to make sure nothing would catch either of you off guard now that you were no longer under the cover of the city’s alleyways but at last, after what felt like an eternity, you had arrived.
Unlocking the car and seeing to it that you were safely tucked inside, Alfred was skillfully weaving the sleek vehicle through the streets in no time.
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Everything felt like it was turned upside down.
Sirens and police cars whizzed past, headed in the direction you’d just left behind and you could only watch as the weather turned dreary.
Alfred checked in every so often, comforting you with reassuring glances, a soft squeeze to your knee which you returned with a weak smile. You were sure he had noticed you shivering as well and felt appreciative of the warm air circulating through the vents.
Remembering your phone after a moment you fished it out of your bag, replying to a string of texts from Kiera who was worried sick and thankfully still safe inside where you last saw her.
Scrolling through the rest of your messages and missed phone calls that kept pinging in your notifications you let each of them know you were safe until it hit you that something was missing, a sudden gasp catching Alfred’s attention.
“Do-do you think Bruce is okay? He left a few minutes before us. Maybe he managed to miss all that.”
“I’m sure he made it through, but he’s not been answering his phone. We’ll be at the Tower soon and we can check.”
It sounds hopeful but the crease of worry between his brows makes you wonder.
Trying to cling to the more hopeful outcome, you attempt to keep bad thoughts at bay with the idea that you’d see that swath of dark hair emerging from the staircase as soon as you step into the foyer. He just had to be there.
The rest of the drive was fairly quiet but the noise in your head made up for it.
You couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d seen—Scarecrow. How close you’d gotten to the fear toxin but so luckily managed to avoid it, a sick feeling in your stomach seeing what it did to the people around you.
Whatever his big plans were for the people of Gotham, you were sure they were horrifying.
Anxiety drips from your shoulders when the car finally comes to a stop, limbs heavy again as you soar up to the penthouse floors from the parking garage elevator and it’s only when the low hum of the lift stops that you let go of Alfred’s hand, the doors opening to a suspended silence.
It only took a few minutes and a quick search to see that it was evident Bruce wasn’t here.
Your stomach was twisted into knots again waiting patiently while Alfred tried his cell phone one more time. Each trilling of the dial tone felt longer than the last and your heart sank once it went to voicemail.
“If he has his location on, I’m sure I’ll be able to find him.” He takes a deep breath, pacing the floor trying to think, to come up with answers.
Wringing your hands wasn’t doing much to ease the tension in your body so you forced yourself to lean against the solid wood table of the main room.
Touching something solid seemed to help and you wanted to be helpful to Alfred right now, at the very least supportive in the effort to find Bruce, hoping anxiety wouldn’t take over everything.
Mentally you were running through a list of possible places near the incident that he could be, fingers flying to your phone to search news updates, find out if Bruce’s name had been mentioned anywhere.
“Christ, I’ve found him! His phone is at the GCPD building. He can’t have been there for very long yet.”
“Okay, that’s good. He’s probably okay then if he’s there of all places, right?” your question is tinged with a cautious optimism as is Alfred’s responding agreement but you still feel unsure.
“I’m going to head there regardless, surely he’s fine but I don’t want to take any chances. I wish he would answer his bloody phone, though.”
He sounded like such a dad in that moment you might have laughed if the circumstances were different.
“Maybe he’s there with the mayor too, they walked out together before us, it was probably the first place he would think to go especially if they saw something related to what we saw.” you offer a little reassurance and reach out to squeeze his shoulder.
“Smart girl. I’m sure you are right.” Alfred sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment.
Fngers pinching the bridge of his nose before he slips his glasses from his breast pocket and puts them on, focused in on what needed to be done once again, typing out a few messages to Bruce in the meantime.
“I can come with you, just in case he’s in trouble or, or.” you don’t want to go any further with possibilities and you aren’t sure how to articulate your uneasiness at him going back out there on his own even if he could handle himself.
It upset you to think you wouldn’t be there, wouldn’t know if something else were to happen.
“Oh my love, I appreciate that. You’ve been so brave through all this and I do want you with me but more importantly I need you safe and staying here will ensure that. I don’t want you in harm's way.” he’s setting down his phone to cup your cheeks, moving in close so his nose brushes yours gently.
You want to protest but understand that he’s right, the lump in your throat returning as you look at him.
He was being strong, for you, keeping it together just to make sure you weren’t any more frightened than you needed to be but you could see the stress in his features and knew you needed to be strong for him too.
“I don’t like it but I understand,” you relented with a whisper, leaning into him a little more, unconsciously trying to hold on. “I’ll stay here but just please be careful okay?”
Alfred moved back a bit so you’d look him in the eyes, a determination in them that takes away some unsettled nerves.
“I promise I will be. I’ll keep in touch as well, as soon as I find out anything you’ll get a call.” His soft murmur came in between the gentle press of his lips against your forehead.
His kisses were effective in calming you even if it didn’t help the reluctance to part from him, you know he has to go and don’t want to delay him any longer.
A new wave of emotion crests at the way he fusses over you before departing; making sure you were okay to be here alone for a bit, reminding you to eat something soon and that there was a change of clothes still in his room if you wanted to shower and take off your torn tights and snow dampened sweater.
The anxious shake of your hands was better even as you kissed him goodbye, returning his thoughtfulness by making sure he had a pair of gloves and another cane from his collection in hand before hurrying off, your feet lingering for a moment longer after the elevator doors close behind him.
Now…the waiting began.
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Barely twenty minutes have gone by but you’re restless and there’s a sharp tension in your shoulders all the way down to your hamstrings that won’t ease up even when you try to relax.
Wayne Tower was quiet and far too empty, the methodic tick of the old grandfather clock in the foyer and your footsteps all the sound she’d bestow.
Sitting still has proved to be impossible so you wander the halls, count the steps each staircase you go up, try to roll out the stiffness in your neck little by little.
It’s only afternoon but the skies are gray and dark, some heavy kind of shadow cast over every corner that could be touched and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it but have patience.
News updates are slow meaning no one knows anything concrete yet, just that nearby hospitals were starting to get an influx of people affected by the fear toxin and police were all over the scene of the incident and surrounding areas. You’re just glad it seemed to be isolated to the few blocks you had navigated around earlier, nothing else occurring elsewhere in the city.
That certainly didn’t mean these incidents weren’t going to spread, you were fully prepared to hear of more fear toxin attacks in the near future with so much mystery still surrounding Scarecrow.
This whole thing felt deeper than what you could see at the surface but all you could come up with were questions and more questions.
But there’s no use in giving yourself a headache, not now at least, your phone ringing abruptly and Alfred’s name illuminating the screen. You’re answering before the second ring, taking a deep breath the moment he tells you everything is alright.
Bruce was indeed at GCPD headquarters when Alfred got there and the pair were in the process of giving statements about what they saw related to the attack so it was looking like they were going to be there for a while yet.
You don’t get to speak to Alfred for long before you hear him being summoned and you’re wrapping things up, wishing him well before he leaves you with a promise that he’ll update you as things go.
Your body felt much lighter now that you knew they were safe, the tightness in your chest dissipating as you finally allowed yourself to unwind a little.
Stomach still too tense to try and eat anything yet, you opt to take a shower instead, the change of clothes and the hot steam of the water would do you good.
Finding the familiar path to Alfred’s bedroom was easy, his space inviting, kept as tidy as ever but you still see all of him in it.
The faded bookmark sticking out of the novel on his bedside table, his nighttime reading glasses that lay folded on a stack of books to the left, and the tie and cufflinks atop his dresser still there from when he was getting ready this morning you imagined.
You’re comforted knowing you’re surrounded by his things and you’re further softened seeing your clothing items amongst his from when you stayed the night for the first time, everything neatly folded in the way you’ve learned he liked to fold.
Thoughts of him lingered as you retreated into the warmth of the shower, adrenaline slowly leached from your body, swirling down the drain with the soapy water.
You didn’t realize how exhausted you were from the last hour and a half until your eyes started to feel heavy but you don’t want to get out just yet.
It feels safe here and you’re already too far gone indulging in daydreams of your boyfriend, the thrill of being able to call him that now—the same one who practically bouldered his way through a crowd of people to reach you.
In the moment there hadn’t been time to really think about it but now that you were alone with your thoughts, it’s all you could replay.
Or maybe it’s all you wanted to think about but either way you wanted to drown in whatever strength and steadfast skill Alfred possessed, heart fluttering thinking of how every movement was intentional, the way his entire body pivoted to shield you, keep you safe as you moved through the streets, the switchblade he so effortlessly and quietly had ready and the expert flourish of his wrist when he pocketed it in the car.
Yes you knew he had been a soldier, had seen combat and was skilled in more areas than you could count, you could only imagine all the technical and psychological training he had from his days as an intelligence agent and though you took those parts of him seriously, you also couldn’t help but find it all deeply attractive.
Where words could not be applied, he showed you.
Refreshed and in more comfortable clothes, your mind felt a little clearer even if having to wait was still difficult but you try and be patient for another update, checking in with your friends in the meantime.
Alfred’s bedroom was warm from the steam still escaping from the connecting bathroom and you felt far too cozy here to venture back downstairs so you climb into the large bed and curl up on his side, comforted by the fact that his pillows smell like him.
No longer restless from the quiet aura in the air, fatigue rolled in, the energy to worry had faded quickly. Instead you began to drift off, the allure of resting pulling you under so easily.
Your phone is still clutched in your hand as you oscillate between worlds, thinking of Alfred and that “oh my love” that had left his lips so tenderly, understanding now why your breath caught in your chest after, why you’d been persuaded to listen.
He refused to let you dismiss your own wellbeing when thinking of others, your importance to him was too great to let you follow him into the unknown even if he’d feel much better having you by his side.
Nothing was going to happen to you if he had anything to do about it.
You hadn’t ever been shown this much adoration before and so fiercely and consistently at that and you slip into a light slumber thinking that this must be what falling in love felt like. To know perhaps, somewhere etched deep within you that it was exactly that. Love.
An unending flame, a sewn red string, so viscerally real it had you swearing to nurture it always. Even in sleep you know you’d never dream of stopping.
—
Winter sun had just begun to set when you were woken up by the sharp buzzing of your phone. A text message.
On the way back now, Bruce is with me. Hope you’re doing alright, I’ll see you soon, lovely �� x Alfred
Smiling at the good news you rub the grogginess from your eyes and reply back before tucking your face back into the pillow for a few more minutes.
Your nap had lasted an hour or so and afternoon was quickly spilling into evening as you blink the last remnants of sleep away and check the time. Anticipation and the rumbling in your tummy finally get you up.
Taking a few moments to fix where your curls had flattened to your head from laying on your side, you fluffed out the small coils until it looked the way you wanted, padding down the old staircases and into the kitchen soon after.
You wanted to try and make something quick to eat for when they got back, you were sure if you were hungry they must be too especially after everything that had happened, all the extra energy spent.
A quick browse through the fridge and pantry had you grabbing ingredients for sandwiches, absentmindedly putting everything together and you’d just stacked the last one on the plate when you heard the elevator chime and you didn't bother to put anything away, rushing out to the foyer right away.
You don’t care that you’re running, feet carrying you forward with their own motivation, you’ve waited long enough and it’s a complete and total relief when Alfred and Bruce step inside.
Alfred saw you first, a grunt that turns into a chuckle resounding through his chest when you all but crash into him, arms wrapped around his shoulders in a hug that he returns immediately, his own arms sliding across your torso to pull you in close.
Not a second more apart, that is all you wished out of the rest of this day.
“I’m so happy you guys are back. What’s going on out there?” you compose yourself after a moment.
“Half the city is shut down right now, people are scared and staying inside judging by how empty the streets are.” Bruce runs a hand through his hair while he explains.
You almost don’t notice that his fingers are smudged in some sort of dark ink or paint, the color reminding you of motor oil, thoughts racing as to what could have happened, what he might have seen.
“Are you guys doing okay?” you’re asking quietly as you all walk into the main room, hoping you hadn’t pressed too much too soon, just worried by what their faces won’t yield.
Alfred shrugs off his coat and rubs your shoulders to comfort you.
“We’re both alright, darling, don’t worry.” He's reassuring you, steady and measured voice calming you enough to where you begin to let yourself focus on how delighted you are to see them.
Bruce is the first to head to the kitchen when you mention you made sandwiches if anyone was hungry, his thanks echoing down the hall.
You take a moment then to greet Alfred properly, kissing him soundly, spine tingling when he returned the kiss with a sweet pressure that gave away how much he missed you.
“I’m so sorry it’s been hours, their investigation is a big operation and nearly everyone needed to speak to us. Are you doing alright? I’ve been thinking of you all afternoon." He's looking over your frame again, almost like he can’t help but check for himself one more time
“I’m okay, I promise! Actually doing a lot better now that you’re here. It was hard not to be a nervous wreck for a second there but I took a shower and ended up sleeping for an hour and that really helped.” you’re sighing contently against his shoulder.
“That’s my girl. I am so proud of you for how you’ve handled all this today, I really am. That’s great!”
His words were so full of praise and affection it flusters your thoughts and you’re glad he can’t fully see your face lest he notice how much you’re affected, how much that just made you want him, but you reasoned it wasn’t the right time for romantic feelings and desires to take hold yet.
Not when there were still so many questions and things to be talked about, so you stow away those thoughts for the moment, already sure the tension would be palpable when you were able to be alone.
Maybe it would only be a little longer left till then.
Eventually the two of you joined Bruce in the kitchen, everyone feeling a little more settled after eating, able to process and debrief about what madness you’d found yourselves in today.
Surreal didn’t even begin to describe how it felt but it’s all you could manage to say, not quite sure how you were able to make it out of the chaos in the streets unscathed save for a few bruises, it all felt like a bad dream come to life and everyone feared that the worst was still yet to come, that sick feeling in your gut returning with the thought that they were probably right.
Dusky colors peeked over the horizon as the three of you tuned into the five o’clock evening news hour, wary faces glued to the TV as the first solid pictures of Scarecrow flashed across the screen. Your knees bounced nervously where you were sitting on an old loveseat, the reminder of his hooded face making you shiver.
An eerie cell phone video showed him moving down a street with his henchmen, people screaming and writhing on the ground from the toxin.
It seemed like he enjoyed what he had caused, a maniacal glint to his eyes, in the way he moved his face under that hood you swore had to be fused to his skin by the way it looked on him. You had to look away after the third loop of the video, an attempt to keep any nightmares about him later at bay.
Some information was given about the initial incident that sent everyone running; the toxin had been released inside the vents at the City Hall building near The Magpie, gas canisters later found in the ducts like the ones you’d seen in the commotion, lying in the snow so coincidentally.
Having confirmation that it had been planned like you thought only produced more confusion with the sudden wish to have been very wrong about what was going on.
Premeditation like this could only mean this man was cunning and careful, that he’d only been caught on video and surveillance footage because he intended to be seen and that terrified you to realize.
When you dared to peek at the TV again you immediately had to do a double take, up close photos of the men flanking Scarecrow in the video popping up, showing you what the men you saw in the alley really looked like out of the shadows.
You wanted to throw up. You knew for sure that you recognized one of them.
The same man who had been following you when you ran into Alfred that morning you met completely by chance.
It couldn’t be, you didn’t want it to be, as if you could kid yourself into believing you’d forgotten his face no matter how hard you had tried since that day, but it was him and a shudder rolled down your spine at how much of an awful turn this was.
Your small gasp of surprise caught Bruce’s attention and you noticed his careful gaze shift from the screen to your face in a question, figuring out what you’re stuck on trying to explain before you can get any words out.
“You know one of them?” there’s something in Bruce’s tone you can’t discern right away.
“I..yes I recognize him,” your sigh was heavy, followed by the point of your finger when the man’s picture was shown one more time. “Don’t know his name or anything but I do know he works for Oz, I’ve seen him around the Iceberg Lounge pretty recently.”
You took a deep breath before turning your attention to Alfred who was also listening curiously.
“I should also mention that I found out he was the man who was stalking me the morning we met. Oz sometimes uses his men to intimidate the dancers who get out of line with him and I may or may not have injured his pride the night before. I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner I just didn’t want to upset you with it.”
You cringe inwardly, anxiety rushing in all over again now that you’d said it out loud.
That incident had been something you tried not to give too much thought to, you’d been careful, always were and hadn’t had any more issues with being followed, even got back in Cobblepot’s good graces lately as well but seeing that photo brought it all back.
“Hey, you have nothing to apologize for, darling. That’s quite alright and more than understandable, I think you know either way I’d always be upset knowing he sent that man to stalk you but I would never be angry with you about that.” Alfred spoke gently.
You’re relieved he isn’t mad at you even if the guilt that lingered made you worry.
Maybe you’d make a point to bring it up again when you were alone and able to discuss it in the full context of your relationship, you were sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a little extra reassurance about it.
“Thank you. I don’t know what to make of this but I am a bit shocked Oz would be connected. He’s looking for opportunities to climb up in the crime world, all of us know that and he can be sleazy and he has a reputation for a reason but for him to be part of something like this if he really is involved is extreme.” you chew the inside of your cheek, pondering if your boss had made a deal with the devil in his search for power in Gotham.
Men like him were all smoke and mirrors with a penchant for easily bruised egos but these revelations had you questioning things. It wasn’t a good thing to know too much in this situation and right now, you were making one too many connections for your liking.
You would just have to be more vigilant now, especially around him.
The investigation into today’s fear toxin attack was still ongoing and every news outlet was clamoring for updates and solid information that was nonexistent right now, Bruce finally turning off the TV after a while.
There would be a press conference tomorrow, maybe the city would know more by then but for now it was no use to any of you to rewatch the events you’d already experienced firsthand today.
Bruce announced he was going to shower and call it a night and wished you well if he didn’t see you again, adding that you were welcome to stay any time if you didn’t feel safe going home and he was glad you weren’t hurt after everything.
It brought about a smile to your face again to know he didn’t think any differently of you and made sure you felt welcome.
You were remembering his offer to surprise Alfred with a proper dinner this weekend and though what happened today seemed to put a huge damper on things, you hoped that could still happen.
Closeness and company was what you all needed right now.
After helping Alfred tidy up the kitchen a bit he offers to drive you home and your face must have indicated your disappointment because he was quick to explain he had every intention of spending the rest of the night with you, just thought you’d want to be in your own space after such a taxing day.
He was right, as comfortable as you felt here at Wayne Tower you did miss your apartment and your bed and the familiarity of being in your space but you were also relieved to know that he was still looking forward to making the most out of things this evening.
Of course he’d never leave you wanting or wishing.
Trying to hide your eagerness was a challenge, a new kind of adrenaline in your system as you watched Alfred gather some things to take with him because he said he’d be staying the night too which meant you’d get to have him to yourself after all, putting excitement back in your veins after you’d been quietly hoping to be able to wake up next to him in the morning.
When you finally left the Tower, the streets were just as barren and quiet as Bruce had said, it was eerie not seeing any of the usual traffic.
The only semblance of relief came from seeing that familiar bat signal lit up in the sky, a few hopeful beams cutting through the gloom in the air.
Nothing was going to be the same moving forward and most of the city had been bracing for this since the first threat. It was only a matter of time but tonight, you wanted to forget for a little while and just take all the comfort and quality time with Alfred that you could.
He was as protective as ever walking up to your building and doesn’t fully drop his guard until you’re both inside and the door is locked.
Home at last!
Falling back onto more recent patterns, the space by the door is filled in with Alfred’s shoes, his coat hanging up next to yours, his presence in your apartment making it feel the most complete it’s ever been.
He insisted that you let him make an evening cup of tea for both of you while you sank into the couch cushions, browsing through movies to watch together before you agree on something comedic and lighthearted.
Eventually he joined you and somewhere in between laying your head against his shoulder and the middle of the movie, you finished your mug of chamomile tea and Alfred had pulled you into his lap.
And somewhere between then and the end of the movie you fit yourselves together so you could be cuddled against his side, your leg draped over his to make space.
He’s so solid and warm that you’re helpless to sink into his hold, unable to explain why his arms made you feel so sweetly held, so comforted that the feeling radiated through just the mere mention of his name.
Maybe it’s why the tears eventually came, when you knew you were completely safe and able to feel all your emotions fully after hours of having to push through.
It didn’t take Alfred long to notice your quiet sniffles though, catching the moment some of those tears spill over in silence.
“Ohh sweetheart, it’s alright you’re okay. I’m right here, can you tell me what’s on your mind?” His words are soft and patient and spoken so gently you feel more tears come.
“Today was just a lot…like I keep thinking of when we got separated in the street. I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was at that moment. It’s probably all hitting me now I think,” the waver in your voice could have broken his heart.
“It was a lot and you’ve done such a good job getting through it, you know that was a brilliant idea to use your scarf as a mask? You have no idea how proud I am of you! But you are right, that was terrifying, I was so worried you were hurt or trampled or worse, can’t imagine how caught off guard and disoriented you must have felt and I am so sorry for that, darling.”
Alfred kissed your temple, fingers careful when he began to wipe away the salty streaks left behind on your cheeks and nose.
You wiggle yourself a little closer and nod against his shoulder, “You found me though, you made sure I wouldn’t be hurt even if you did almost give me a heart attack thinking I’d never be able to find you again.”
This time there’s a genuine, shy laugh at the end of your words.
“I’d always find you, you know that right?” his tone shifted to a slight seriousness, still comforting but there’s a weight to his words that steals your breath. “There isn’t a time, a place or a world in which I wouldn’t come find you, wouldn’t do everything in my power to keep you safe, you mean far too much to me.”
You cried a bit more when all of that sentiment sank in because you trusted Alfred so much you knew he spoke truthfully, it wasn’t just to ease your emotions he meant every word and in turn, you’d felt every word.
“I know, I don’t doubt that one bit. I know we talked about this earlier but I do want you to know I didn’t intend to keep that information about Oz sending someone to stalk me a secret from you. I promise I’m going to be a lot more careful around him now too.”
He wiped away the dampness from your lashes before simply shaking his head at you and leaned in to kiss your forehead.
“That would definitely be wise going forward especially since we don’t know how deep his involvement goes but I also don’t want you worrying about how I feel, sweet girl. That was always yours to tell if and when you felt ready and it meant something greater that you trusted me with that knowledge, that I can be a place of confidence for you.”
When would he ever stop rendering you speechless?!
You began to think the answer was never and that was just fine honestly, your heart so taken with his patience and diligence to validate your feelings whenever it was needed, no shame or dismissal involved.
“Sometimes I think I just need a little extra reminding but you’re right I do know I can trust you with anything that’s going on, with anything I’m feeling.”
“Good, that makes me happy. I may have been thinking about putting you over my knee for thinking such silly thoughts that I would be upset, but there’s not a single thing you have to apologize for.”
Oh.
You forgot how to breathe after hearing that, something lighting up inside you imagining yourself over his knee, accompanying thoughts of being toyed with, spanked, squirming and helpless under the grip of those strong hands of his followed swiftly.
He’d figured it out now, reading the change of your expression for what it was, latent desires rising to the surface.
You untangled yourself from his embrace to sit up for a moment, further distracted when he clasped his hands behind his head, shirt pulling taut over his biceps.
“Thanks for reassuring me, if I ask again feel free to do that though, think I might actually get it through my head then,” you teased shyly, “I guess I am being silly, you did after all muscle your way through a wall of people to get to me, which by the way was very impressive.”
He laughed at your compliment, the sound low and gravelly to your ears, pulling you in.
“Mm used to be a boxer, love. I’m flattered you think so.”
Oh wow. Again your interest in his skills had been piqued and he must have seen the flicker of an urge to ask further in your eyes because he continued after a second.
“Well, field medics like to have fun too and it was the army so we were all trained in hand-to-hand combat; boxing kept us in shape and gave the lads something to do, to focus on. I still try to keep up with the training, Bruce and I spar a lot of the time, we have since he was old enough to throw a punch.” Alfred tilted his head at you a little, reminiscence on his features for but a moment.
A stray image of potentially watching him spar one day landed right in your lap and it was incredibly hard not to involuntarily scoot your leg further up from where it was draped over his thigh.
He was so damn attractive it wasn’t fair. It made sense, the boxing, connecting why his shoulders were so defined, the tone in the muscles of his back, the power you knew he had behind those thick hands and even thicker thighs.
So sturdy and agile, age and old injuries just a reminder that every move was calculated for a reason.
“That’s so cool. I bet it’s a good way to let off some steam too,” you rest your chin on the plush pillows of the sofa. Something had begun to shift, a slowly simmering tension working its way between your bodies.
“Oh I can think of other things that would do that better.”
The look on his face sends a wave of heat through you, straight to your core.
“Like putting me over your knee?”
It slipped from your lips on a whim but he was ready for it and you realized he’d been enticing you this whole time.
“If that’s what you’d like then of course. Have you ever been spanked before, darling?”
You took a shallow breath, “Maybe once or twice it’s happened in the moment but no, not really, not properly like that. I-I think I’d actually enjoy it, um have you ever spanked anyone before?”
“I have.”
He unclasped his hands to sit up next to you, eyes never leaving your face, keeping the intensity up, lighting every little flame inside you by the second. He knew exactly what he was doing and you were going to let every spark catch.
“Also impressive and yes, Alfred. I want your hands on me,” you sighed a soft plea.
“C’mere then, I’ve got you.” He tugs you gently into a kiss and your fingers slide down over his wrists when they moved in to cup your face, touching you the way you wanted, so sure and thorough until he grasps for your hips, hungrier than you’d anticipated.
He doesn’t waste time, your surprised little squeal making him smile when he moves to stand up and lifts you slightly by your hips, tipping you so you’d fall into him before he was transferring your weight so you were hauled over his shoulders, centered with such ease so that you felt balanced and stable now that you were off the ground.
Your pulse thuds in your chest as you cling to him, those nervous giggles muffled against his back while he carries you to bed.
—
The short walk down the hall made you feel jittery in the best way, a nervous excitement bubbling inside you knowing he was experienced with this, that he was going to show you and make it feel so good. You were sure he would.
It’s almost crazy to be back in your room after all that’s happened today, how tense all the minutes bleeding into hours had been.
But it could all be pushed to the background for a while, your attention locked into the moment as Alfred sat down on your bed, bringing you with him, your body positioned across his lap so prettily, angled so your legs were spread just slightly with the length of his left thigh keeping you supported.
You stretched out your upper half on the duvet, propped up on your elbows to look back at him, watching as he pushed your leggings down, throwing them somewhere behind him on the bed before warm hands were caressing up your shins, over your thighs and up to the swell of your ass.
His palm kneaded your flesh, strong fingers applying a teasing amount of pressure while you squirmed and arched back into his touch.
“I’ll start slow, is that alright? Nothing too hard, just a few spanks to see what you can tolerate. If you don’t like it or aren’t sure, we don’t have to continue.” His hand moves in soothing circles across your skin and he leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.
“Yes, I’m okay with that.” you try and breathe.
“Good, I want you to say the word red if you need to stop, yellow if you need to slow down and green to continue if I stop to check in. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
There’s a little authority in his voice and it made you squirm again, aroused by his establishment of cues and a safeword right away, how in charge he felt right now, you wanted this so badly it caught you by surprise. You hadn’t expected to be so needy for this.
Remembering that he was waiting for a reply you squeak out a yes and have to bite your lip to keep from gasping when he pulls his hand back and swats the center of your ass, more sound behind the movement than there was force but it still made you jolt forward.
You groaned at the dull sting that prickled your skin after and glanced at Alfred who was already studying your reaction.
“Well done, how did that feel?” he cooed praise at you and this time you don’t try to stop the sound you make in response.
“Felt good, like what I was expecting but also different but I liked it, I want more.” your legs flexed when his hands smooth over your skin one more time, his pleased smirk at your declaration making heat pool in your lower back.
You wished he would slip off your underwear too, so then he’d be able to see just how soaked you were from all this but you knew you had to be patient and the reward would be everything.
You do take a second, however, to wiggle out of your sweater, starting to feel warm under the fleece lined fabric, and when you glanced back Alfred was admiring just as you thought he might be.
No bra, nothing underneath but soft, brown skin for him to feel and just to entice him a little more, you arch your hips, making your ass jiggle, just enough to pull his steely gaze down your backside.
The next spank is firmer than the first, more heaviness to his hand that made you whimper, your mind feeling a little hazy in the best way, the kind of haze that felt like a release, a soft bed to lay down on and surrender some control because you knew you’d be taken care of.
Thwap!
Whimpers and moaned out gasps mark the smack of his palm on each of your asscheeks, only a slight increase in the amount of force so that the sting just bordered on stealing your breath.
“Christ, you’re so gorgeous like this, baby.”
His accent was deeper, that gruff voice sending tingles rippling across your spine, going down smooth like whiskey and followed by his left hand sliding over your back to rest on your right hip, making sure you couldn’t squirm away.
He made each spank hurt in the most delightful way, alternating between right and left and then across both cheeks, spreading out the sensation, giving you a feel for which areas were more sensitive, which areas you liked being spanked at.
“Oh, fuck!” breathy curses left your lips when he kept at it, precise hands giving you just the right amount of impact.
“Good girl, you are doing so well. I think it’s time we take these off, hm?” he coaxes your hips up slightly so he can hook his fingers under the waistband of your panties and you’re all but begging him to.
Nevermind if he felt like tearing them in two, you would have let him, but he’s polite in how he strips you despite the way you feel him stirring, hardening beneath where you lay. God, you wanted him so badly.
“Please touch me, oh please,” you don’t even realize the words are coming from you.
In barely audible little pleas muffled by where your face is flush with the bed but Alfred doesn’t miss anything and he’s grinning in your peripheral.
“You should see how soaked you are, love. Need my fingers there, is that right?” his fingers were already inching towards where you ached the most, his right hand circling, distracting you from being able to speak while preparing you for another spank.
“Yes! Please, Alfred, I want it so much!” your whimper leaves both of you aching.
A tremble in your thighs had spread down to your pointed toes with the way he swirled the pads of his index and middle fingers over the slick mess between your thighs.
Slow and sweet as he slid them over your folds and circled over your clit, waiting and then rewarded with the eventual roll and arch of your hips, his free hand drawing back and then coming down on heated skin.
You gave a strangled cry, the sound turning into a moan when his fingers continued to circle your clit, responding to the way your body reacted, only taking his eyes off you for a moment when he finally put aside his self control to watch your pretty pussy swallow his thick fingers.
He worked you open gently, remembering how you liked him to move, where those sensitive spots were even at this new angle.
Giving you something to clench around with his next spank, coaxing you to rock into his touch like he could see you wanted to do, the gorgeous sway of your hips trying to meet the plunge of his fingers, undeniably needy for him.
You knew he could hear it in the way you cried out his name, how sensitive your entire body was now, the broken, pleading edge to the way you praise him in return, telling him how good it felt, how much you’d been needing this.
The pleasure built higher as did Alfred’s movements, a hiss at the edge of your words at each searing swat of his hands that mixed with the scissoring of his fingers, both working in careful, measured tandem.
“That’s my girl, come on, that’s it!” he grits out when you push up onto your elbows again and grind your hips back.
The passion and possession in the way he called you his merged with the curving of his fingers and you both know you’re there, tender walls fluttering as you come, thighs aching, your whole body tingling, trembling with the steady roll of his wrist keeping the pleasure drawn out, filling your entire body.
You’re not embarrassed by the tears that prick your eyes or the sob in your throat that follow when he finally flips you over, laying you back because you’d begged for him to and who was he to refuse you, an angel.
If you wanted his face between your thighs, eating your dripping pussy until you were too sensitive to take it, that’s exactly what he’d give you and it’s why you weren’t shy, not in this moment, not when you knew he wanted it just as much as you.
Soft hands disturb the careful style of Alfred’s hair, unable to help it when his tongue licks you and the salt and pepper scruff scratches achingly over your inner thighs, daring you to try and close them.
Not like you’d want to, able to see how his shoulders curved and bulged with the stretch of his shirt as he kept your legs parted with his body.
This was everything you had wanted, moaning at the way he consumed you so lovingly, a weight in his touch and in his encouraging, filthy words that told you he wasn’t holding back now, you were his girl, he could show you the more true depth of his desire now.
And you were safe to do the same, you craved it actually, always wanting this and you reason you have this entire time, craving this level of care and need, even obsession with each other, so much trust and feelings at the center of it.
“So good, baby. Just like that, please…” you barely get the words out, lungs losing air from the focus he gave to your words even before you finished speaking.
His hands didn’t stay idle, the grip of his hands over your body like he wanted to memorize the feel of you, the way you dipped and curved and stretched and it drove you wild, the wet suction of his mouth the only thing your mind could focus on.
It’s a wonder you can even move when he finally withdraws his mouth from your puffy lips, turning his still hungry and devoted gaze towards your chest, those stiff peaks he’d been neglecting through all this, but no longer.
You squirmed into the flick of his tongue, the way he kissed your skin and praised and nipped and got his lips on every inch of skin that he could while you just laid back and relaxed, recovered from the orgasm still twitching in the muscles of your arms, your thighs, your tummy.
“Just look at you. Fuck, I am so lucky,” he rumbles against your collar and you wrap your arms around him, curled against him.
“I feel exactly the same way.”
His soft huff of breath against your neck tickled and you snake your legs around him, hoping to keep him close, just wanting to be in his arms and under his body for as long as you could.
You’d take forever, and that was all you needed to know.
The Shoreline Lofts
November 27
12:00 a.m.
The Batman was watching. Unblinking and focused, planted in place but ready for anything that might come. Folding himself into the inky cloak of the midnight hour.
The Iceberg Lounge was directly beneath the loft space but that wasn’t why Bruce had come tonight.
No, he was far more interested in what Penguin got up to in private, without guests and dancers and clients around, what secrets or clues might be yielded if he just sat and watched, surveilled for a while.
He was curious why the man you had recognized from the news was connected to Scarecrow and he didn’t believe for a moment that Oz wasn’t keeping tabs on what his men were doing, he had to have known the attack was going to happen.
Motives were unclear but pieces of this horrid puzzle were starting to come together so Bruce wouldn’t rest until he could see the grand picture for what it was.
He tipped the binoculars back up to the blackened edges of his cowl, zeroing in again on where Oz was playing pool, unaware a shadow sat spying through the skylight.
The building’s layout was already scoped out, every entry point found, tested, and memorized. Now Bruce would wait and watch until Penguin left the loft to slip in and see what he could find.
Gordon needed intel, something to go on after grasping for dead end’s, there was no time to sit on things, not after what he’d seen today.
Not after you and Alfred were almost hurt and especially not after he’d seen what the toxin did to people, recognizing the look of anguish in their eyes like his own reflection.
A waking nightmare was no stranger to Bruce so he’d make sure of this, Scarecrow would be made to answer.
A/N: It’s been so long and I have missed writing for Alfred and I’m really surprised and proud of what I wrote here! Went through a lot of emotions trying to get this on the page and there was a lot of self doubt and anxiety and unfairly beating myself up about things not coming together but here we are and I just really love that I pushed through and had fun putting this all together in the end 💕 We stan protective Alfred! Like if that’s not a whole husband right there!
Thanks for giving this a read!
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#amalia writes#alfred pennyworth x reader#alfred pennyworth x black reader#alfred pennyworth x woc#the batman!alfred pennyworth#alfred pennyworth smut#alfred pennyworth x you#alfred pennyworth fanfiction#alfred pennyworth fanfic#andy serkis
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Thanks, Babe! [Ashley Graves x Fem! Reader]
TW⚠️ : Ashley is her own warning, friends to lovers, sort-of-moral reader, murder, canon divergence (Nina lives and stuff like that), and other stuff to be added.
A/N: Yes, I also write for Ashley.
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"What the FUCK! Ashley!" You yell after witnessing your apartment wall got busted down by your friend.
"What?"
"Don't you 'what' me! You just busted the wall! Those asshole guards are gonna come in here!"
And just like that, a knock was heard from your door.
"What's going on there?!"
You slap your hands over Ashley and Andy's mouths, making sure they didn't say anything.
"I-I uh... I dropped my couch! I was reorganizing, and I dropped my couch! Yeah..."
"Well, orgnize a little quieter! I'm trying to work here!"
You listened as the footsteps of the guard faded in the background. You let go of the Graves siblings' faces and let out a deep sigh.
"What's his job? Starving people to death?"
"Ashley!" You send a sharp glare at the girl. Ashley put her hands up in defense and an 'obviously not sorry' smile. You slouched in return.
Your little reunion is cut short when the sound of sirens is heard. The three of you went to the balcony to see a woman being loaded on an ambulance.
"Lucky bitch." You mumbled under your breath, ignoring the people from the next building who were beging to be take too.
"You think she's pregnant?" Ashley asked.
"Nope. She's most definitely dead." You answered.
"Okay. But what if-"
"No." You and Andrew cut her off. Ashley pouts, and all of you were standing on the balcony in silence.
The silence is cut off when music starts blasting from the, probably, only other tenant besides you three who was still alive.
"Let's go check!" Ashley said immediately going to her apartment.
"Yeah, why don't you just bust through his wall, like you did to mine." You said
"Nah."
"What do you mean 'Nah' ?"
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"Where were you?" Ashley asked as you got to the bus stop.
"I was in the boiler room. So when's the bus coming?"
"Five minutes." Andrew answered.
"Good... good."
After five seconds of silence, Ashley decided to ask. "So when will it blow up?"
"About thirty minutes, give or take."
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"Alright, the rules are simple, who throws their skull the furthest wins. On the count of three, you throw." You began the count as the Grave siblings prepared to throw.
Anyway, Andrew won by sabotaging Ashley.
"[Name], tell him!" Ashley said, trying to get out of Andrew's hug.
"Sorry, Leyley. There was no rule against cheating. My hands are tied." You said.
"What kind of judge are you?!"
"Hmm. Maybe if Nina and Julie were here as jury, it would be more fair?" Though thought you doubt that, since Julie and Andrew started dating, Nina didn't want anything to do with Julie, and Ashley didn't want anything to do with either of them.
"Who cares? Let's go before someone comes here." Ashley said.
You all got in the car, both you and Ashley in the backseat, and Andrew was driving.
"He was cheating." Ashley said while laying on your shoulder.
"I know, Laylay."
"You suck as a judge."
"I know, Laylay."
"But you're a good girlfriend." She then hugs you.
"Thanks, babe." You say hugging her back.
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A/N: This could've been better, but I'm fine with it.
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Hello, welcome!
Today we’re gonna discuss my teeory about miracle musical’s story since there is no canon one, letting our creative minds decide and headcanon what we think happened based solely on the songs.
First of all, my design of Simon! (TW: mention of hallucinations and literally going insane in the theory, like in miracle musical but describe a bit more)
Secondly, my theory. As the drawing states, I believe Simon was mentally unstable even before meeting Stella.
In Isle Unto Thyself Simon claims to be a victim of magic, addressing or even blaming a person named Apollo. Who is Apollo? Well I think Apollo could have a hallucination, and what magic? It seemed like they lived in a perfectly non-fantasy world, meaning there couldn’t have been real magic. A date with just the two of them in the forest is just a convenient way to kill Stella, whether it was Simon or not, but since Simon was literally the only one who was KNOWN to be with Stella in the forest and they had no other suspects, Simon would take the punishment even if it wasn’t him. Second of all, from what I understand, he was in court too, and he pleads with them saying his brain has claimed its glory over him which could be a hint at a psychotic episode. I don’t think anyone would lie about being mentally unwell in court knowing the consequences for their lies. Of course, sometimes (maybe even most of the times?), people with mental illness don’t need shock therapy to that degree and maybe he could have been medicated. When someone isn’t treated properly for their mental illnesses and such, they spiral into insanity at times and become completely messed up. Letting Simon go from the mental asylum in the first place was an irresponsible decision given the state he left in. He always sails to the sea unmedicated and afraid, which could lead to paranoia and more hallucinations, Meaning that siren voice could have been an hallucination as well, all caused by Simon’s longing to see Stella again and messed up mental state and memory. The reason or way of the murder of Stella is unclear but I have more theories about this, but this is for another time.
Please correct me if I got anything wrong about the songs!
#tally hall#joe hawley#Simon miracle musical#miracle musical isle unto thyself#miracle musical the mind electric#miracle musical#hawaii part ii#joe hawley tally hall#fan theory#musical#miracle musical Stella
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Shantae Mini-Headcanons - Names
Have you ever noticed Shantae has a lot of unnamed characters? Now, this makes sense, because a lot of those unnamed characters are either minor NPCs or just bosses that you don't really interact with much character-wise (only boss you DO interact with a bunch is Squid Baron), but it is a bit of a shame, isn't it? So! Just for fun, I'm going to give some of these unnamed characters names!
Some of these characters I've already given names before on this blog (like the Sirens), some of these characters I've actually had name headcanons for for a while and just never really had a good chance to actually talk about them, and some of these characters got new names specifically for this post! In short, this will be a comprehensive list of my various name headcanons. So, with that out of the way, let's get started!
SCUTTLE TOWN:
Sky's Mother - Rook Starling - Felt like a bird-related name would be appropriate, considering Sky and all, so...yeah, this speaks for itself, I think!
Sky's Father - Dirge Starling - I kept trying to come up with a way to somehow make the last name work for some bird-related wordplay for Sky's mom, since she's clearly the one Sky takes after more, and some death-related wordplay for Sky's dad, because the guy keeps bringing back cursed artifacts into his house and also, frankly speaking, looks more like a depressed horse than a man. Kinda felt appropriate? Wasn't able to come up with anything but that's why he's named Dirge.
Squidsmith - Forge - This is actually from my earliest headcanon post on this blog! Dates allllllll the way back to 2020, no joke. She got mentioned back then since I headcanon that she's Bolo's mom, so...yeah.
Chef Girl - Chef Brulee - I mean. Do I need to explain this one. This really speaks for itself honestly. Out of all the names on here this one I think could slot right into canon no trouble because if there's one very clear thing about Shantae it's that - aside from the main girl herself - all the characters' names are deeply unserious, and that is a trend I am making sure not to break.
Dance Parlor Lady/Shantae's Boss - Rina - Honestly I have not given much thought to this particular NPC at all but I figured she deserved a mention, so...here she is!
Shantae's Mom - Mera - ...okay so I couldn't think of a better place to put this, buuuuuuuut. Yeah this is my headcanon for what Shantae's mom's name is. The idea is that it's a bit of wordplay working off of chimera. Anyway!
SEVEN SIRENS:
Lobster Siren - Rosea - Honestly Lobster Siren might be the Shantae character who has had the most headcanon changes in regard to her name for me. First it was Tacea (as in crusTacean), which I ended up pushing aside because it felt like I was trying to be too clever and failing, then more recently there was Bisque, which was better but maybe a bit too on the nose, and now I have Rosea, which I think fits in juuuuuust right. May not be immediately obvious but yes, it is still lobster-related; the name comes from the Nephrosis rosea, more commonly known as the rosy lobsterette!
Water Lily Siren - Lily - Don't need to explain this one
Coral Siren - Coral - Don't need to explain this one
Tubeworm Siren - Scylla - I'll admit this breaks away a bit from the "Shantae names are deeply unserious" thing I established earlier but A.) this actually fits and B.) I honestly can't think of anything else
Anglerfish Siren - Lure - Don't need to explain this one
Octo Siren - Doll - This name is entirely a result of the Spectacular Superstar update and how Octo Siren's dialogue in there literally opens with "Hey, baby!" The exact moment I found out about that particular dialogue change still lives rent-free in my head. So, yeah, figured Doll would fit given the hinted-at flirtatious nature there - because let's be real there really isn't another way to interpret that fucking opening. Especially considering Shantae's response of "Don't you 'hey baby' me!" What did Wayforward mean by this.
Empress Siren - Majesty - I've said before that I believe Empress Siren would only accept Empress Siren as a name and nothing else, and I still stand by that, but if she had to pick something sounding like a human name, I think this would be it.
BOSSES:
Every Single Baron - Wellllllll... - I mean. (Gestures to their equivalents in the Reversal AU) I honestly don't think I'm going to top those names so.
Giga Mermaid - Queen Oceania Aria Magnate the Third, or just Oceania for short - Yeah this one is also fairly self-explanatory
Pirate Master - Plunder Maraude - This is another one I've had for a long time alongside the Chef Brulee one, and, well. Chef Brulee beats this one out in terms of plausibility but I honestly think Plunder Maraude is a close second. Plunder Maraude is very much a name cut from the same cloth as Risky Boots, and that's not even considering the added bonus of "has the same initials as Pirate Master." Like what more could you ask for that's really the most ideal name for him.
Aaaaaaand that's it! Put this down as a mini-headcanon post for a reason, you know. Let me know what you guys think!
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considering that they said they dont wanna make a guy queer and then have him crush on his best friend immediately (cause cliches or whatever) i think eddie is going to be the one to take The Step which makes buddie canon. do you have any ideas or wishes as to what he could do or what could happen?
i mean if i’m being perfectly honest i think being in love with your bestie is a quintessential bisexual rite of passage and the whole ‘cliche’ thing always seemed a silly argument to me.
my wish would be that eddie’s “this doesn’t change a thing between us” come back to haunt him. i’m a playwright/new play dramaturg for my day job and that line feels like such a loaded gun — if this were a script i was developing i would IMMEDIATELY flag that line. he could have said anything else to the same effect (“you’re always gonna be my best friend,” “i’m proud of you,” “i love you no matter what,” whatever) but that line plants a seed for the audience; THAT LINE is what introduces us to the IDEA that anything between them COULD change. because before eddie said it, I Highly Doubt anyone watching the show was like “ohhhhh he’s gonna have a problem with buck dating dudes.” other than his bitch4bitch bickering with josh while at dispatch, we’ve never been given any indication that eddie could or would have any ~discomfort around queer men; that line might feel necessary if eddie were a different character, if the show had fewer queer characters, or if it wasn't LA in 202?, but it went off like a siren when i first watched the scene.
they’ve also just set up a beautiful context for eddie to have a queer realization arc:
eddie diaz was basically a teen dad; shannon was "the first woman he slept with"/dated, and he's been Shannon's Husband/Christopher's Father/Shannon's Widow ever since. but NOW christopher is temporarily out of the picture, and eddie has to confront what his life looks like when he's not being a father first and a man second. unless the writers really fumble this plot point going into s8, eddie is all tee'd up for some major self-reflection revelations/forced exploration of the self
we've established the boy has catholic guilt out the wazoo. he acknowledged a "reservoir" of this guilt that lies dormant; he basically admitted to being Deeply Repressed About Shit onscreen while talking about how he couldn't get it up for his gf
beyond "my gf was a nun and now i can't fuck her and this has nothing to do with her moving in with me whatsoever" we also have "someone assumed my gf was my wife/my son's mother and i had a panic attack so severe i ended up in the hospital"
i'm not even gonna talk about the kim thing
plus, buck is bi!!!!!
buck "checking out a hot guy's ass is normal ally behaviour" buckley is one of the most important people in eddie's life. i think it would make perfect sense for eddie to see buck's coming out journey, to see a masc dude have a queer realization in his thirties, and have some feelings about that.
"so, you always knew?" "no, man, not at all. it's more like NOW that i know, everything else makes sense." <- you know what i mean???? scenes i would write if i were in the writer's room tim if you can hear me
PLUS, eddie is friends with tommy! they canonically instantly became super close! so not only could we see eddie's queer awakening through scenes with buck, we could ALSO see them through scenes with tommy! we've seen it in the fanfics, my siblings in christ: eddie goes from loving tommy and hanging out with him always to suddenly being Weird about it.
at the end of the day this is an ensemble show and i think i would want to see eddie having big conversations with either bobby or hen about it and i do solidly vote for the whole third-party thing (i can totally see chimney can't-keep-a-secret han losing his patience and basically telling eddie "you're in love with buck" like the gif)
this ask got away from me. i want it to be mutual. i want to burn for a whole season or more, where they're both slowly realizing they're in love with each other, until finally one of them grabs his keys to go to the other's place and just tell him but when he opens the door to leave the other one is standing right there, and they just say each other's names and it's awkward and stilted but they're both there to say i love you
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This is for the Paper Mario fandom, specifically TTYD:
I currently have hyperfixations on Vivian, Marilyn, and Doopliss, and through a few months, I've come up with a lot of headcanons for them....thank you, 'tism!!💫
I plan on sharing my headcanons, but I also want to hear your headcanons for these fellas as well! So I finally opened my ask blog, so you can share your headcanons, and I can tell my thoughts on them!
For those who are curious about my headcanons, here's two for each character:
💖💜Vivian: 1.)She's dating Goombella after TTYD. Bella would ask Viv out first, which would lead to their relationship! Vivian sometimes visits Bella's university dorm. 2.) Vivian can sew! I headcanon that she made her and her sisters' hats. After TTYD, she would start a small business selling clothes she made.
💛💜Marilyn: 1.) Since it's implied that she, too, was abused by Beldam, I want Mary to have her own stand up moment, too. After the fight with the Shadow Queen, Doopliss leaves because things got out of hand, but Beldam and Marilyn stay at the courtyard. Beldam is obviously pissed that her plan didn't work, and suggests that she and Mary go home, but Mary then literally says no?! That's right, she finally stands up to that terrible woman and says that if she ever threatens to hurt her or Viv again, she won't hesitate to kick her out (I headcanon Mary to have selective mutism because of physical and verbal abuse and stressful situations, AND a closeted ally because she wanted to support Viv once, but Beldam found out and punished her for a week... yea). And after all that, Marilyn would apologize to Vivian for not standing up for her much and makes it up to her. (And for those wondering, yes, Beldam does get the boot after threatening Viv and Mary, so Mary kicks her out(as you can see, I'm not a fan of the canon ending).) 2.) I bet she's a Garfield fan.
❤️💙Doopliss: 1.) Duplighosts are a born species, so that means when someone from the Mario universe dies, a duplighost is not a option for them. So in summary, Doopliss was born a Duplighost, not turned. 2.) I like to think that he's friends with Vivian and Marilyn after the events of TTYD. With Beldam out of the way, I guess the Shadow Sirens are now the Shadow Squad, I guess-
note: this might be the longest post I've ever made, huh-
new note: i guess not.
#paper mario#ttyd#the thousand year door#vivian#vivian ttyd#marilyn ttyd#beldam ttyd#paper mario the thousand year door#doopliss
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Alright, Siren. First post on Tumblr (Have I been here forever? Yes. Is this a new blog? Also yes. Does this mean that I will be dramatic about it? Very much yes
My friend and I were discussing the other day about Batkids and their ages!
So! Ages and reasons, let's go!
Let's start with some canon ages and events (Also, canon is a puzzle and who knows if any of this still applies anywhere but!)
Dick was 8 when the Graysons fell.
Bruce was 19 when he started his journey to become Batman (18 + 1 year of med school) Bruce also trained for 3 years overseas and there was no Robin for Batman year one. So Bruce is minimum 23 when the Graysons fall.
Now. When Jason dies, he's 15. Tim is 14 when he takes the mantle about 6 months later. And Dick is in his rebellious phase at 19.
Barbara is shot just shortly before Jason's death at the age of 19. Meaning Babs is 19. Jason is 15
When Tim becomes Red Robin, he's 17. Damian is 10.
Cass becomes Batgirl at 17 during the middle of Tim's Robin Run at +- 16.
Steph becomes Spoiler and starts to date Tim at 15, meaning they're about the same age.
Now Duke is a bit more difficult because canon shifts. But! He's Signal when Tim is wearing the terrible showgirl costume! So, it's after Red Robin. Tim's gone for a year so Tim is a minimum of 18 and Duke is 17 when he becomes Signal
This gives us age comparisons for all of these charactefs
Age stats as follows
Damian: 0
Duke: 6
Tim: 7
Steph: 7
Cass: 8
Jason: 8
Dick: 12
Babs: 12
Bruce: 27
So! In essence! Duke is 6 years older than Damian. Tim and Steph are 1 year older than Duke. Jason and Cass are one year older than them. Dick and Babs are 4 years older than them. And then, Bruce is 14 years older than Dick.
This means that now that Tim is 18 and out of the house, Bruce is 20 years older than Tim. So 38.
Why did I decide to do this again? I could have made the first post anything but this is what I chose. Lovely.
#batman#tim drake#dick grayson#jason todd#damian wayne#cassandra cain#bruce wayne#duke thomas#barbara gordon#stephanie brown#ages#calculation#why did I do this again?
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Hello dear angel. Hope you're fine and happy. I was checking out your blog and your Ezio android idea really got me. My brain just wnet to terminator Ezio. A new abstergo android designed and programed to hunt down assassins.
I think Ezio could be a real nightmare for everyone. I know he is a robot but sometimes he has vesions of his past. When he is on the feild killing and slaying his brothers and sisiters... he tries everytime to controll his hands but he just can't. He had to fix this. And when he is in facility he just sits and thinks that "Does god answers a machien's preyers?" Until oneday he got damaged and shuted down on the feild. Abstergo thought he was destroyed but he was in assassins' hideout. By Rebecca's idea to use his brain to access to abstergo's database. Everyone was thinking this is too risky but their gang did this anyway. When Ezio got online once more and saw Desmond... he knew him. He stared at him. And suddenly he talked. "I am your prophet" he said in a calm but confused at the same time.
So this is all I have. Feel free to chage whatever you didn't like. And I wouldn't mind some😈🔥🔞 If it is possible
Thanks for your i've found it recently. And i'm in love with it already.
(Thank you. I'm doing okay. I hope you're fine and happy as well :))
Android!Ezio is part of this Lunar Chronicles AU idea for those curious.
Oooohhh, so we’re keeping Ezio as a terminator-style android but without the time-traveling setup of the Terminator movies?
Okay, so Abstergo decided to give the whole android thing a try and they decided to use Ezio’s memories to create an Assassin Hunter.
For this to work, they would have to have access to Ezio’s memories in the first place.
So we have two main canon origin for those memories.
(1) Clay Kaczmarek
(2) Desmond Miles.
Desmond would have the more memories to include but Lucy would have had sent the data during the time Desmond was using the Animus to access Ezio’s memories. It would be too risky.
Or Desmond’s DNA that the Animus he used during Altaïr’s sessions could be used?
That would mean that Ezio the Android would have started operation on September 1 or sometime when Abstergo got Desmond’s DNA.
Clay’s DNA could mean an earlier boot up date but Clay’s genetic memories of Ezio ends earlier than Desmond. Perhaps somewhere in Brotherhood’s storyline so Ezio would know of Desmond BUT the memories Clay has access to will not include the memory of Ezio seeing Desmond’s face after touching Altaïr’s Apple in Masyaf.
I would still suggest we set him up to be born using Clay’s DNA because this gives us more time for Ezio to be active as an Assassin Hunter.
Not to mention, we can include a scene where Ezio was the one who raided the Farm on AC1 and, if you want to hammer some angst into this, perhaps he kills Desmond’s mother during the raid and Bill had been lying to his son about how she was safe and they would see her after AC3.
Perhaps the death of Desmond’s mother is what triggered the errors in his programming that could not be fixed.
There was something about Desmond’s mother facial structure that screamed familiar to him.
He didn’t know it yet but it was because Desmond looked a lot like his mother and Ezio’s memories screamed at the android.
He is transported to the Rome Facility for Vidic to look at after Lucy took Desmond to Rome hideout for the second phase of Project Siren and-
Ezio escaped.
He didn’t why but he left the facility, killing anyone who tried to stop him.
He travels to Monteriggioni and uses the secret passage in the abandoned mines.
He ends up slumped by the entrance of Auditore crypts and that’s how Desmond and Lucy found him.
Lucy, of course, is freaking out because she doesn’t understand what the android is doing here.
Rebecca recognized him immediately and wanted to pry open his head to check if there is any classified information that might help them.
And Desmond?
Desmond hates him.
Because he knows that this android was created using Ezio Auditore’s memories. It was the one that attacked the Farm.
It was a weapon that sullied Ezio Auditore’s name.
(… cue… uuhhh… protective-confused-android-and-angry-cold-assassin trope sprinkled with lots of angst and “what makes one human?” philosophical discussion that ends with EziDes???)
#idk#I’m just thinking of clay’s#what makes us human but our memories?#coupled with desmond wishing not to think of android ezio as human#because it means agreeing that ezio auditore killed people he knew#ask and answer#no usual tags because#ezides#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed
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In line with the anti-jonsa arguments, the only one I believe had some impact on me (this isn’t even in universe, it’s just in general) was that incest is inherently oppressive towards women. The one person who is not supposed to think of you like that, look at you like that - does. There is no safety for you to fall back on because even your family is not acting like family. I don’t know how this will translate with Jon and Sansa, because Sansa will expect protection as a sister and then them falling in love with each while knowing the other is their half-sibling is tilted towards Jon having more power in that dynamic as a man. Then comes in the question of Sansa’s claim to Winterfell and Jon being the heir to Robb’s will. It’s muddled up and the solution (join together in marriage) doesn’t look as appealing to considering incest here will still hurt Sansa, because of society being inherently systemically oppressive, and not save her or her claim. (This is one of the reasons why I didn’t like show KiTN Jon because whatever the fuck happened to “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”. I mean there’s a lot wrong with the show after that but it particularly pissed me off lol because in canon jon would NEVER do that and is the true air raid siren canary in the coal mine for Jon’s character butching (jonerys 🙄)) Anyway, lost track there, but yeah. And on top of all of that, how is GRRM going to paint a better picture of something he’s been criticising for almost 30 years now? Still a Jonsa though, because I am a clown 🤡
(about this ask)
It’s really hard to tell which resolution Martin is working towards! On the one hand, it could be about creating a scenario in which politics / love align and resolving the Northern succession crisis gives Sansa and Jon everything they ever wanted. I love tidy storytelling, so that is very appealing to me. However, I do agree with you that that resolution isn’t without certain concerning aspects.
The other possibility is, it’s a test for Jon, just as he has continual been tempted throughout the series, only, this is the greatest one yet. His brother, friend, the heir, the KitN himself chose Jon. As a Jon fan, I love what that will mean to him. The show didn’t have the benefit of Robb’s Will, so it felt more ooc for Jon than it could be written in the books. After all, Sansa is still married to Tyrion. Also, with different factions in the books possibly supporting different Starks, it’s possible Sansa sees the greater good (she doesn’t consider her claim much after all/isn’t attached to it) and works to get everyone to support Jon as he is older, male, has Robb’s endorsement, and might play a key role in winning back Winterfell so he could be a peace candidate / the one everyone can coalesce around. I mean, that’s a little hard for me to imagine with the prejudice against bastards and what his rep will be post rez, but Martin could write it in a way that doesn’t feel like Jon taking advantage of the situation and rather, Jon doing something he feels guilty about out of necessity, with the blessing of Robb and more importantly Sansa. However, if it is a test, Jon would have to instead defend Sansa’s claim. If Jon refuses everything and then parentage reveal comes out, they could marry at a later date when the relationship can be of Sansa’s choosing, removing the disturbing implications of the political benefits for Jon/the power imbalance.
I’ve moved towards the secret wedding idea (here are posts about that 1, 2). Sansa would probably have to suggest the idea herself and persuade him giving her a lot of agency in her own fate, and it’s potentially a callback to Jace/Sara and Rhaegar/Lyanna. That could happen secretly purely because she’s already married and she wants to be married before he goes to war, or because they don’t have support for it (maybe the North does think it’s icky or is very anti Targ with the disaster of Dany’s invasion happening), or it might happen before Jon is exiled simply because Sansa wants it. I’ve said before, perhaps the best way to answer Sansa’s fears are for Jon to marry her when he can’t have Winterfell, so she knows it is her, not her claim, that he wants. In that scenario, there is nothing for Jon to gain, it is love, only love that motivates him. It’s the most romantic of the options, even if it isn’t the happiest.
Whatever the endpoint, I think there are enough variables that Martin could make any of a number of different paths work and keep them in-character for Jon as well as avoiding backtracking his criticisms simply because we will know Jon’s motivations.
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Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis
Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: You wanted to work in peace, but a certain CEO wanted you to take on a job for him. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 1,100 You never intended to become friends with Kaiba. You'd heard too much about him from Joey over the years to think such a thing was possible. But... It felt lonely after Yugi and his friends’ graduation. Over the course of the three prior years, while you had worked at Kame Game, Yugi had slowly pulled you into his friend group. Always slow to form emotional connections, you found you were no match for Yugi’s bright smile and quiet nudging to join in the fun. And despite being four years older, you had been well integrated by the time Yugi graduated—although, truth be told, you were only marginally aware of how much you had come to delight in spending time with the group. At least, until it ended, then you became keenly aware. Téa left to study in New York. Tristan was working full time in his dad’s factory. And Joey spent his days working a collection of odd jobs and chasing down his dream of becoming a professional duelist. And then Joey started dating your younger sister, and it felt like losing two friends at once. Fortunately, you and Yugi grew closer, starting Pharaoh Games together, designing a few games which the two of you sold for a slight profit at a small scale. And Mokuba started to swing by; he latched onto you, quickly becoming close. It was Mokuba who hired you and Yugi to design the proof of concept game for his older brother’s new solid vision holograms. And that was how, amidst a whirlwind year and a half project, you met Seto Kaiba. He was the most interesting human you had ever met, he designed incredible things, and he loved his little brother—the three shortcuts to winning your favor, all in one person. You and Kaiba worked well together—which Mokuba encouraged—and to your surprise, by the end of the project, Kaiba was going out of his way to talk to you, tell you about his plans, and ask for your advice on specific elements of scenario design for his own Solid Vision projects.
You even tried to help Kaiba win a bet with Pegasus, and although the two of you eventually lost, it did help create a true bond between you, (especially when it came time to pay up.) Still, once the Solid Vision game was completed, Kaiba moved on to other projects, and you were left with nothing to return to but quiet work at the game shop. It was a good job, a good life, and Yugi was a good friend; but you missed spending time with someone smarter than you, someone who built imaginary worlds from light, someone with impressive dreams for the future. It felt like, after years of hearing about Yugi’s adventures, you had been swept up into the edges of something grand, only to be dropped again back into the mundane—and there were fewer friends to share it with now.
Still, the Kaiba brothers both kept in contact in their own way, and you had low social needs, so it all seemed like it would work out.
While working alone at the game shop, you flipped the radio on. An old fashioned trumpet fanfare blasted out of the speakers as you scrambled to turn the volume down. You were all too familiar with the melody—the theme song for a rapidly ascending game company, Knightly Rook, which had been in an advertising blitz for almost a month now. From your admittedly biased perspective, the company seemed more hype than substance, but it was the company’s snide, barely concealed jabs at Kaiba Corp that irritated you. Still, there was a lot of talk from the company’s popular president that Knightly Rook would soon go public, so for the moment, even the news was covering their rise to prominence.
At your hip, your cell phone went off, playing the Kaiba Corp theme. Switching off the radio, you popped the phone out of its clip and answered it. “Kaiba?”
“You’re taking Mokuba to Kaiba Land tomorrow.” Kaiba rarely bothered with the customary social dance that defined most people’s conversations.
Had you forgotten about a plan made months ago? You switched to your calendar app, “No, I’m not. I’m working tomorrow.” You liked jumping straight past the niceties too. “Besides, I don’t remember asking you to plan my schedule.”
“You should. You wouldn’t make yourself a long-term plan if I paid you to do it.” Kaiba gave a harsh little laugh. “Yugi can run the shop. I want to hire you to assist Mokuba for his park inspection tomorrow.”
“Don’t you usually do the monthly park inspection with Mokuba?” You switched your phone to speakerphone, setting it down and grabbing a box cutter. “Besides, Yugi’s out of town this week.” Cutting open a few boxes of supplies, you began to check the contents against the provided invoices.
After a moment’s silence, Kaiba gave a little growl, “Why is Yugi in New York?”
He must have checked Yugi’s duel disk location. “He’s visiting Téa.”
“Fine. I’ll pay Mr. Muto to give you the day off.”
“Honestly, just wait a couple of days and—“
“Do you think you’re not up to the task? Is that why you’re turning this opportunity down?”
“Hey, we both know I’m capable of keeping up with Mokuba. I’ll be available in a few days. You don’t even have to pay me.”
“I’d rather you did it tomorrow. And I’ll pay you. The last time someone other than me did the inspection with Mokuba, he ended up covered in wet paint and quit.”
Not surprising. Mokuba could be something of a feral gremlin with anyone he didn’t like. You sighed. “What time will a car be picking me up?” You weren’t going to pay for parking at Kaiba Land if you could help it.
“Nine. I’ll have someone fax you your W-4. Fill it out and have it ready for tomorrow.”
“Okay.” You marked off the last of the supplies on the invoice. “Anything I need to read up on tonight?”
“I’ll send you the latest security protocols. But be sure to destroy the papers after you read them.”
“Security proto—Kaiba what’s going on?”
“I’m handling it. But I don’t have time to accompany Mokuba tomorrow. Just keep an eye out.”
You sighed again. Why did Kaiba have to be secretive? “Fine. But I’m not a bodyguard. I don’t have the right training.”
“Mokuba will have guards with him.”
You set down your pencil. “That’s good. Will we see you tomorrow?”
“I doubt it.”
“Well, I’ll keep Mokuba out of trouble.”
“Bye.” Kaiba hung up. Abrupt as always. Hopefully, you wouldn’t make any embarrassing mistakes tomorrow. If Kaiba trusted you, then you had no intention of letting him and Mokuba down. Part 2
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your aro dean posts remind me of the siren episode! people use the fact dean got a "male" siren as a way to prove that dean is attracted to men in meta posts, but the siren itself tells dean that it took this form because the type of intimacy dean longs for the most is a platonic relationship (a brother that looks up to him and trusts him)
LITERALLY!!!! I was mostly joking when I made my first post about aro!dean being the closest thing we have to canon, but???? I mean????
The more you look, the more the evidence stacks up: His longest relationship pre-canon lasted a few weeks. (Thinking of Cassie here, who I think is valid evidence for a demiromantic dean reading but could also be him wanting a deeper relationship with her and thinking the only way forward was a romantic one.) (his relationship with lisa pre-canon was that they had bendy sex lmao.) His fantasy world with the djinn gives him a fake wife who isn’t even a real person he knows but a fantasy from a advertisement (if I remember correctly.) AND he spends that whole episode more focused on the fact that his relationship with that version of Sam is so damaged. His siren takes the form a brother when his relationship with Sam is at its rockiest. When Zach puts him in his little au where Dean’s a Normal Guy, he still lives alone, no hint of even a fake romance this time. Sam and Dean SAVE THE WORLD because their relationship as brothers is so important and powerful, literally destiny changing, they held together under a pressure that broke two archangels apart!!! His relationship with Lisa is very clearly A Performance underpinned by caring about her and Ben but not being able to do so in the way she needs. He meets Benny in purgatory and when their relationship deepens beyond friendship, he likens it to being brothers. Family is always and forever Thee most important thing to him. He repeatedly voices a distaste for dating and the like. He literally just wants to nest in a war bunker with his brother and his buddies, cooking burgers and making sure they’re all safe 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Alsjdjlfjfkd sorry that’s so long but like!! Making a point!!! This man does not need a romantic relationship, he does not want it, he is always more fulfilled by platonic relationships!!!
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it’s sunday again, so that means… time for another sneak peek of…
on the same frequency :)
(i also previously teased bits of this chapter back in september, if you missed it, check it out here!)
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December 24, 1985
“Y’know… you didn’t really tell me that much about it,” Jonathan says and then he looks right at him. “The campaign—just that it was really cool and how you didn’t get to finish it, but not much else. You used to tell me every little detail.”
“Oh, sorry. I—”
“Don’t be. It’s my fault really—I should be the one who’s sorry. I sorta checked out for a while… and I guess I’m realizing now that maybe you don’t know how to talk to me about things anymore or maybe you don’t think I’m willing to listen... Of course you don’t have to, but I just want you to know I’m still here—you can tell me things.”
December 24, 1995
And they’d only just gotten outside, with Mike trailing a few paces behind them and not even five feet from the front door of the house, when Holly shouts, “Oh wow!”
“What?” Nancy asks.
She points up at the sky. “Look, look!”
Nancy directs her gaze upwards and then so does Mike—the very moment he sees what had attracted his younger sister’s attention, his eyes go wide as overwhelming dread crashes down onto him like an avalanche. It was impossible to miss—waves of green light were shimmering throughout the cloudless starry sky. Outside of haunting him in nightmares, the last time the sky looked like this was almost ten years ago—the night they found Will’s body. The sight of it squeezes at his heart, leaving an ache in his chest as the memories of that horrific night quickly flood his mind—the sirens, the flashing lights, so much blood…
🎶 a song from chapter three 🎶
rating: mature
tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending
release date: 11/26/2023
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#chapter 3 preview#it may not seem that way but it’s mostly a warm and fuzzy chapter… mostly#3 down 3 to go! and next week’s sneak peek is by far my fav 👀#on the same frequency: a byler fic#byler fanfic#byler fanfiction#byler big bang 2023#byler big bang#bbb23#byler
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What AUs do YOU have?
DND: The timeline was pinched and simplified a bit for tabletop roleplay purposes. In this AU, there's also a few changes to how Gods function and adds a few things just for the purpose of the story :D
Taifuns Ascension: This AU is a scenario where Taifun did not leave Ishida, and rose to the rank of Main Superior. She is already quite the aristocrat in Anemoi, and fucks around with politics... but as what would be a queen of Ishida, she becomes a bit like her mother. She holds her power in an iron grip but unlike her mother she never lets anyone around her get hurt and shes not an abuser. Kurtys, her husband in canon, is instead her sire (which is similar to husband but shared between her wives that she would have in Ishida.)
Modern: The modern AU is the most well thought through and explored. It focused mostly on Tai and Kurtys (we love them so much). In that AU, instead of being a princess shes the daughter of a rich CEO and Kurtys' story is one is a rags to riches trope instead of being born a bastard between a prince and a farmers daughter. In this AU, Taifun is actually kinda problematic lmao. Shes not exactly the best to Kurtys, is quite mean and even kicks him to the streets at some point before they make up and their relationship gets better.
Cowboys: Complete opposite of Modern really, where Kurtys is actually kind of a bad ass sheriff and Taifun is the adoptive daughter of the town mayor. He saves her from her biological father kidnapping her. Its a fun little trope filled AU and I love that shit.
Monsters: Basically modern AU if everyone was a monster of some sort. Example: Taifun is a siren and Kurtys is a werewolf. I think the Aerakis were harpies?
Kurtys is a killer: Its what it says on the tin lmao. Modern adjacent but with a twist
Engine Room: Don't worry about it :) JK- funny AU where Midas and Dahlia knows Engine. Very NSFW lmao
Midas is SILLY: This is canon adjacent that doesn't effect any of the major mortal characters. This is just is Midas was a silly little snake that the Fates brought around and took him on little dates to get oat milk lattes. Hes also besties with Ericus and occasionally gets out of the terrarium that the fates keep him in. Its just some hehe sillies :3
I THINK I may be missing one or two but ill reblog this if me and Curt can think of them
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I’d like you to know, anyways…
Yippee!!! Tis another Gun x 713 drabble. Angst this time though. (Don’t worry it isn’t canon!) Be warned I teared up myself, but again, I might just be emotional.
CW: death, swearing
Well, this isn’t how he thought he’d die.
Sure, sure, back when he was a droid he thought he’d die then in the Unified, and the multiple times he’d been jumped before the laws for automaton rights were set in motion—
But this? This? Oh, this is just pathetic in his opinion.
He can feel— sense— the numerous footfalls approaching this spot he’s hidden away the both of them under. It’s…definitely not comforting in any way, knowing what used to be the law in this world was closing in like a pack of animals. Makes him think of being hunted. “Tsk. Dammit…”
There doesn’t seem to be a way out of this. His range of motion is severely limited due to his stupid choice of not getting anything in him fixed for the past few decades— and that stupidity has only been aggravated by his current injuries. There are humans surrounding him, and… and, well, the one right in front of his frozen form is unresponsive.
No, he isn’t going to use another word for that. He refuses.
Gunvor can’t understand most of the words being spoken by the humans, what with the blaring sirens in his head saying to get going. Move, they urge, it can’t end here. Not like this.
But why should he? There’d be no point, would there? After all, the only reasons he stayed in this life are destroyed and have no way of being mended at this time.
The last bit of Ari’s memory had been torn from his hands during the scuffle.
Missile, the adored yet pain-in-the-ass pet that they were, is lying in pieces somewhere a klick or two away.
713 is…
…
. . .
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do a better job.”
Fine. Fine, he’ll accept the bitter truth. His partner is injured as well. Unresponsive? That’s true, but also— “Bullshit. It’s bullshit,” he forces out.
—the better word would be crippled.
He can’t move his arms anymore, which leaves him with said partner in them just like that accursed dream did. The difference is that this situation is very much real, and very much something that he is not going to wake up from.
Which means 713 is not going to be coming back from this. He can’t get them out of here. He also won’t just… be jolted out of bed and be able to call the other like the anxious person that he is to make sure they’re alright.
Again, there’d be no point in trying to survive this, even if he could.
Can 713 even hear him? He can’t tell; its screen is blank and cracked to oblivion.
The people are getting closer.
Gunvor mimics taking a breath before he speaks again. “Hey…love, don’t know if you can hear me.”
He sounds so tired, so strained.
“I’m just going to hope that you can.”
The bot doesn’t know where he’s going with this; he didn’t plan to make some sappy speech before an inevitable death, so he’s just spitting out whatever comes to the front of his mind.
“Remember the first time you asked me out to a date? I-I know, I know it didn’t look like it since I’m stuck with this stupid frown on my face, but I swear to you that I was so happy when you made that scrappy crown for me on the way home. I can’t smile, but I’d like you to know anyways that I felt like I was. Kinda…kinda fell for you right then and there. Stupid of me to get attached so fast, yeah. I got no excuses.”
Oh, he can make out what those bastards are saying now. He should’ve picked a better spot.
Please no not yet— I need more time.
“I-I-I. I wasn’t expecting to fall for some neon green, idiotic beanstalk,” he babbles, “but hey! Here I am! Stuck with said beanstalk who…”
Who might not even be hearing my spiel right now.
“Never mind what I was going to say. I just…I wanted to have more moments like that, you know? You’re sweet— and stupid— and also get on my nerves whenever you tease me but we-don’t-talk-about-that— I love you for all of it.“
“…They’re here,” he hears a voice call from what can’t be more than a few meters away.
Please. Not yet.
Gunvor lowers his voice as he continues. “I’m glad you loved Missile as much as I did. I’m glad that you stumbled upon me when I was chasing the little guy like a fool. I’m…”
His vox finally cracks.
“I’m glad I met you, okay? It’s overly sappy and makes me cringe inside the tiniest bit, but still. I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. And again, I’m sorry. I should’ve done better. I don’t think there’s much time left and I can’t say all I want to say. I’d love to hear your laugh again. I—“ I feel like crying. I want more time with you. This was too short. I still can’t believe I met you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
“Found them.”
No. No, please. Please.
He doesn’t bother with listening to the authority’s demands, whatever the hell they may be. He isn’t letting go. Even when he hears the telltale clicks of a few dozen barrels, he doesn’t. He can’t.
In what he hopes to be a last attempt at comfort, he hunches over himself with the last of his strength and presses his forehead to 713’s. He doesn’t want the last thing he sees to be some scummy humans who aren’t Marie or his daughter.
“Anyways, you’re probably tired. It’s alright, really. Just rest,” he whispers softly.
They’re yelling now. Fine. Let them.
He doesn’t fucking car—
BANG.
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