#OH wait meant to give the impression of garters maybe? that actually makes way more sense knowing

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Something that has always fascinated me as a choice is London Bombalurina costumes putting symmetrical stripes at the top of each of her thighs that sometimes go all the way ‘round. Sometimes they’re better drawn on than others, but it’s a general consistency across the board. 

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Omg yay could you do a beckendorf percy fic where they run into each other years later and have a cutesy lol coffee catch up and I dont just something like that pleas I love your work💖💖

Ahhhh Anon you know how to make my dreams come true! Here as you requested is a Charles x Percy coffee shop au and I hope you love because they're🥺

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It's a Monday morning. It's a Monday morning and he has to get up. It's a Monday morning and he has to get up and go to work. He has to go to work.

At this point Percy would rather face the fire wall at camp. Hell he'd settle for a sword fight against a minotaur. But instead it's Monday and he has to do his job and he will get coffee because he'll likely die if he doesn't. He practically rolls out of his bed, his knees hitting the floor in prayer position. He snorts at the thought.

His phone chimes as the morning messages start flooding through. He has no doubt there's several "emergency" texts from Leo and Rachel. And several more texts from Piper and Jason that have nothing to do with emergencies but somehow always sound more urgent— likely because Jason is a worrier. And the email chime, loud and grating in his ears, indicates the reality of another busy work day. The calendar notification also goes off and he frowns as he tries to remember what was so important about the date. After a minute of standing in the same spot, his face screwed into concentration, he gives up. He's not awake enough for this.

He stumbles to the shower, grabbing his toothbrush on the way because he can't be bothered to stand in the shower and then again by the basin. The shower takes longer to warm up than usual, probably because the pipes are frozen. Winter in this city is nothing short of brutal. He wonders if the Apollo cabin suffers during this time. It's an absurd enough thought that he chokes on some of the toothpaste. That's his cue to hurry it up and get on with the day. The faster he starts the quicker it ends and he can be back in his warm apartment watching weird nature documentaries and shoveling fries into his mouth at an alarming rate, at least according to Annabeth.

By the time he leaves the house, clad in all black, he is about ready to keel over from lack of caffeine. It really is terrible for his adhd but his insomnia forces his hand, and maybe the slight addiction to the drink that he's managed to garter over the years, but he can stop if he wants to! Can't he?

The apartment door locks with a soft click and he pockets the key card before jogging down the stairs. Elevators still make him... uncomfortable. There's so little room, and so much that can go wrong.

His thoughts are all over the place as he steps into the frosty air of New York city. There's a hundred coffee shops on his short walk to work but his favourite one is in the little building next to their offices. As he pushes open the door, hit with a rush of warm air and gentle conversation, he remembers what's happening at work today. The new boss starts. Oh gods he hopes they're nice, or if not nice, at least calm. He cannot handle another Mr D. Someone clears their throat and he startles up, blushing as he realises the line has moved up.

"Morning, Mr Jackson." The familiar bartender smiles, "Your usual sir?"

"Hello Kayla," He scans the menu, knowing he'll get the same thing he always does. "Yea I guess, and maybe a blueberry muffin."

"Sure, is that everything?"

With a nod he's paying and moving to sit at a little high-table to wait.

He pulls his phone out and answers the first few emails of the day and then he opens his messages, sighing at the notifications. Sometimes he wants to switch off the world. Sometimes he wants to switch off his own brain. If he responds it means he has to keep responding. The very idea churns at his stomach like yellowing butter. However, if he leaves the messages he never has to keep responding, but people will be hurt. The dilemma is enough to deepen the crease between his brows like valleys. And that is the first thing a friend long since lost to his childhood comments on.

"What has the world done to you Percy Jackson?" A warm voice made from cozy fires and toasted marshmallows envelops him, "That you are frowning in a coffee shop?"

He looks up. He becomes the wind.

It is a Monday. It is a Monday and he is in a cafe. It is Monday and he is in a cafe and he is seeing a man made from the richest parts of the earth. He sees Charles Beckendorf.

"Charlie?" He gapes, the name sounds foreign on his tongue after all these years. He scrambles up pulling the large body in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around Charles’ waist.

"Hello Percy," A soft voice caresses his ear. He can feel their ribs expand in time with each other, as in tune as their first embrace when he was twelve and needing a friend.

He pulls back only slightly, looking into those molten eyes, years of life flashing behind them. "What are you doing here?"

Charlie laughs, and it is the same gentle, encompassing sound as he'd always remembered, albeit deeper now. "Life has pulled me a thousand different directions but my heart has pinned me to here. I guess whatever I'm meant to find has always been in this great noisy city."

Their eyes clash like waves against rock, a love story that always falls away. A flash of something dangerous scorches through Percy and he wonders if this will be the story where the wave doesn't leave.

He pulls them together again, finding comfort between their beating chests and then he steps apart completely, already gesturing to the spare chair across from him. Just as he's about to start talking a coffee cup and a wrapped muffin is put down in front of him. With a smile at the barista he takes up the coffee, realizing as it warms his throat that he doesn't actually need it. Something else, someone else, woke him up.

"Would you like anything?" He waves to his own breakfast.

Charlie shakes an empty cup in the air, before discarding it in the waste bin near their table.

"How are you? What have you been doing?" The questions bubble out of him. He wants to know everything like his very happiness depends on it.

Another laugh tumbles out of the man and it warms the whole room. "Id love to chat but I have work to get to. Don't want to make a bad impression on my first day," He winks.

Percy can't stop the disappointment from flooding his system, and it reflects in his expression like fracturing glass.

"But—" A smile takes over Charlie’s face and it lights up the world. "I'd love to catch up tonight, if you're free?"

He matches the grin like stars in the same constellation. "Like a date?" It is teasing and full of fun and the promise of something more.

He doesn't expect it when the man raises a brow, and says in a voice made of silk and sweetness, "Yes, like a date Jackson. If you're okay with that?"

"More than." He breathes.

They share another secret smile.

"Well I best be going before I'm late. See you tonight?"

"Where?" Percy grabs his arm, tugging them together in a parting hug.

"Let’s meet here."

And then Charlie is gone, and he watches as his friend walks outside, bright winter sun lighting up that glorious dark brown skin as he disappears from view.

He collapses back into his chair, his lips dancing in memory, draining his coffee and shoving down the blueberry muffin.

When he leaves, his office building looming before him, he remembers the arrival of the new boss, but even that isn't enough to damper his happiness. He steps into the air conditioned space, much warmer than the crisp outside air; he takes a deep breath and so the work day begins.

He greets everyone he passes, a genuine smile gracing his features. The world around him is ablaze with possibility, with hope. Stepping off the elevator and onto his floor brings him to the bustling area of the graphics design department. No matter how much he complains about work, being there brought him a level of familiarity and joy that he cannot bear to part with.

He slings his coat over his chair and boots up his computer, but just as he spots Hazel and Leo a throat clears on the other end of their space.

He looks up, and the sound that leaves his mouth is not entirely human.

Charles Beckendorf sees him across the room and as their eyes meet Percy Jackson knows this love story will have a happy ending. The wave caresses the rock.

It is a Monday. It is a Monday and he is in the office being introduced to his new boss. It is a Monday and he is in the office being introduced to his new boss who also happens to be his date tonight. He's going on a date with his new boss.

It's a damn good Monday.

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[image id: a poem over a plain white background that reads “how beautiful it feels// when they want to know// all about the worlds you hold// inside of you// -butterflies rising”. end id]

[c-atm]

Fighting Flirty: 

Character Select PT4 (Act3.2)

  “Oh, Wanda. You're here."

Alex and Wanda turned to the hybrid, still in his incompleted Shinji Ikari cosplay. The upper armor�� in his right hand held over his shoulder like a backpack. 

"Yes, I was able to finish my business; I am at your disposal." The wardrobe stylist tipped her witches hat as she bowed from her waist. She gave him a once over smirking. "Teenage angst looks good on you."

Alex scoffed out a laugh at the cheeky joke and the surprising look on Steven's face.

"You know you're the second one who said that today, or on the same lines of that anyway."He sighed a bit of a blush on his face. He turned to Alex spreading his arms out. "Well?"

Alex waved her hand. "I'm sorry, I hate that character. My answer's completely biased." 

"I'm asking you though and if it's bias, I know it's not me but character. Not gonna get offended, promised."

Alex side-eyed Steven, her mouth left corner turned up slightly disbelieving his words. Last thing she wants to do is insult a customer in front of her boss, but she didn't want to disappoint said customer.

"'I've already been told I make depressing sexy, and teen angst look good. Don't think there's you could confuse me more with an underhand compliment."

"You wear uselessness well."

Steven only started at the quick and blunt reply, ignoring Wanda's giggling behind him. 

"You know.." He chuckled. "I agree with you on him being useless."

"But you wear him well...Seriously, that costume fits you like a glove." Alex stated as she looked him over. 

“Taking pride in your work, Alex?” 

Alex gave her boss a grin. “Not my work, Boss. This is a labor of love,”She pressed her index to her lip turning the grin to Steven. “or should I say friendship?”

“I see..” Wanda jested. “Well, it makes sense to know what would look good on your partner.”

“Really? Isn’t it bad business to tease your customers?” The hybrid retorted with a half- hearted pout.

“Yeah, but who else’s gonna give you top of the line costumes like us.”Alex half smirked as she moved close to his ear “Isn't it bad practice to consummate in a public dressing room?”

Steven's face burned with embarrassment as he turned towards the receptionist. He took a look at Wanda who wore a knowing grin. 

“It’s not like we have any written rules against such acts and you did rent out the studio, so you’re not bothering anyone.” The stylist assured patting his shoulder.”Just be mindful that our rooms aren’t sound proof and please respect the merchandise.”

He rubbed his eyes, sighing as he did. “It’s not what you think.I swear.” He lazily held his right hand as if he was being sworn in. “All I did was fulfill a promise.”

The two women looked at one another for a quick glance.

“We won’t pry.” They said simultaneously before Alex moved from him a small smile on her face.

“I appreciate that, really. Also I apologize if we caused you-”

“Save those for when you really offended this place.” Wanda interjected. “ I told you to have fun and it sounds like you are,so no harm no foul; as far as i’m concerned.”

“Yeah, ok.” Steven nodded, not pushing the issue further. “So with that out of the way,” with a smirk he held the armor up “can I get some assistance with this?”

“Ah,  let me guess, thought it was a slip on, huh?” Alex joked as she took the ABS accessory and reached inside unclipping the latches in the right, opening it up not unlike a book revealing it’s black hollow inside. “There you go, slip it on to your shoulder and have Connie just close the latch to secure it..”

“Actually Connie’s freshening up, so maybe you can help, Alex? Also,” he turned to Wanda “you wouldn’t have those costumes ready, would you?”

Wanda scoffed at the question. “Of course I have them ready.” She grinned cockily. “What do you take me for, huh? That’s an insult, apologize.” 

Alex slipped the armor up his left shoulder, shaking her head as she did. “You better Steven, Boss here does not take underestimation well.” 

“Reminds me of a certain someone. “ Steven chuckled in response to Alex’s teasing. Holding his neck up and right arm out as Alex lined up the armor .“I’m sorry Ms. Wanda,I meant no insult.”

Wanad rolled her eyes at his overdramatic voice. “Yeah yeah,” she gave him a side smirk “ watch when I roll the costumes out and we get you ‘friend’ in hers. You’re really going to be singing my praises..” She folded her arms under her chest, her eyes burning in challenge. 

“I can’t wait.” Steven said excitedly as Alex closed the latch, securing it on his chest.

“So, how ya feeling? Not too tight or anything?” Alex asked

Steven moved the top half of his torso getting a feel of the complete costume.” It’s not bad, it’s huggy..but not as bad as I thought it would be.” 

“Go to the display stage, so you can see the whole picture.”

“Alex,” Wanda sighed “it's not a display stage.”

“Revolving stage with multiple full body mirrors along the perimeter of said stage, that sounds very ‘display’, Boss.” The younger girl argued.

“It kinda does.” Steven agreed.

“It's the main stage, and I won't accept any other name for it, understood?" 

Her gentle smile didn't match her steel eyes, nonetheless the two nodded in agreement, if a bit out of fear. Regardless, Wanda nodded, pleased at her victory.

"Alex please go to the back and get those four special orders and bring them to their dressing rooms."

"Aye, aye capi'tan." Alex saluted playfully before leaving the two.

"So should we get you to the main stage?" 

Steven shook his head. "Not yet, still gotta get a couple of outfits for me and my...compliment."

"Your compliment…" Wanda snickered. " Now that's an interesting pet name."

Steven shrugged before walking along the costume aisles, observing the costumes, pausing every few seconds.. "I guess...It's not like we're actually exclusive or even in an official relationship."

"Are you trying to change that?"

Steven didn't say anything as he lifted up a couple of costumes from a popular JRPG that they played a few years back. 

"I'm not or at least not forcing the change."

"But you wouldn't mind if it changed?"

"Wouldn't matter much."

Wanda watched him as he continued his search. Watching as his eyes lingered on a particular  piece.

It was a white leotard with an elegant detachable PVC fauld around the waist that reached the ankles. The upper bust, back and neck had a cross-stitch design, the shoulders were a bit puffed and resembled guards and the sleeves resembled long point gloves. It was accessorized with a PVC broadsword, a wildflower crown connected to a transparent veil, two garter leather belts, and a beautiful plastic bouquet.

"This is quite the wedding cosplay." 

Wanda noticed the adoringly tone in his voice. "Why thank you, it's an original piece. Went for a knightly bride aesthetic."

"You nailed it very well, it looks like something a strong maiden would wear. Especially like the lion faced pellets on the fauld."

"If only I had a model, I could probably make it a bestseller."

Steven looked at the stylist from his left peripheral, her tone was suggestive. 

"It's not like you weren't imagining her in it as well." 

Steven sighed. "Maybe I was." He scratched the back of his head a slight blush. "Though, she wouldn't be comfortable being in the center of attention."

"She wouldn't be alone though. I do have a groom outfit to go with it."

Steven narrowed his sight at Wanda. "You planned this?"

"You gave me weeks in advance. I took my shot and made preparations." The stylist shrugged, a lofty smirk on her face. "You can say no..but I'm willing to remove the cost of your visit, if you two did model my creations."

Steven's eyebrows rose in consideration. "We'll still have to pay for the costumes though?"

"We gotta make some money, but If you model the bride and groom, they're yours."

"Sheesh, sounds like you made these for us."

Wanad turned her head away and raised her hand to halt him. "I admit, the measurements were altered to fit you two, but I had no certainty when it came to having you wear it.." She looked at him, her eyes far-reaching. "Not until I met you two in the park." 

Steven watched her grin at him, her eyes both admirable and a bit amused.

"You two are quite taken with each other and you show your affection easily.”

“Never really gave notice to that,” Steven answered with a smile. “it’s become a natural form of communication for us.”

“Can I ask, how long have you known each other?”

“You’re quite curious.”

“Investigative.” Wanada corrected, seriously. “As a stylist, I feel knowing my subjects  helps me dress them better.”

“Is that why you were so grabby on Connie?”

She chuckled at the slight bass in his voice. “Now mr. Universe, I assure you it really was just a routine check. No need to be jealous over your best friend.”The stylist grinned. “I would never get in between a couple of eternal honeymooners.”

Steven snickered.“Eternal honeymooners huh?.You should meet Ruby and Sapphire.” He sighed, scratching his head. “Seven years.” 

“Preteen friends and you're still together.” Wanda crossed her arms impressed. “Most would’ve grown apart after the first few years.”

“Not many lived our adolescent or teenage years.” Steven retorted with a smile. “I’d wouldn't be who I am without her.”

“Hard childhood?”

“Yeah...Very much so. We’ve gone through things together. Things most people would have ran from.”

“She didn’t.”

Steven laughedt. “Nope, she decided to face it all with me, my little berry knight. Help carried my burdens, protected me from danger, guided me when I was lost, saved my life multiple times.” 

Wanda could only watch as his smile grew. “She’s really amazing, huh?”

Steven nodded. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have her, and that is not flowery talk.”

"You love her, don't you."

"Not exactly hiding the fact, now am I?"

Wanda eyes widen at the conviction in his voice. “I believe you…Though it's hard to think of you two as 'just' best-friends. Not after all that."

Steven shrugged, looking smug. "You're not the first who said that, but that's the base of our relationship."

"Meaning you're something else."

"Of course." Steven stated with a snicker, before he took the bride and tossed it over his shoulder leaving Wanada even more curious as he made his way to the dressing rooms. 

When he walked in closing the door behind him, he was greeted with the sight of Connie sitting on the bench next to her Asuka costume legs crossed, hands next to her hips. She was looking annoyed while  tapping on his phone.

[emotionalcello-makefanfics]

Ferris Wheel (Jaydick Fanfic) Part 3/3

Summary :

Dick spotted bloodstains by the Ferris wheel that trails from the bottom cabin to the very top one. What he found inside is a boy can’t be older than 15, bleeding down from the stomach, and even so, he refuses to come down from the Cabin.

“I want to see the stars, one last time, just… one last time.” The boy still muses upon the sky, mesmerized. Dick looks up, and the starless sky that’s tinted red from light pollution. Then, with great sorrow and resignation, the boy whimpers, “You ruin that from me.”

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Dick doesn’t tell anyone that he met Jason again. He already knows how they’ll react anyway.

Whoever Jason is, there’s a probability that he ditched him. Of course, Dick didn’t come to that conclusion lightly. All he got was his first name, and he thought it was all he needed. He looked for him after his shift, a teenager named Jason around the area. It staggers him how many Jasons there were in the whole city. In the end, Dick gave up after looking for weeks and came out empty-handed.

Another possibility –and possibly the worst one for Dick– is that Jason ghosted him. As time goes on, he’s starting to believe that one more.

Every day, from the start of his shift till the end, he lingers around the Ferris wheel longer than the other rides. Hoping he’ll catch Jason snooping in again and demand an explanation. But his hope dies with time as the days go on with no signs of that teenager with sad teal eyes.

In the end, Dick has to let go of Jason and the story he kept.

“You’re going home?” Barbara stops halfway through the door after seeing Dick still in front of his locker.

“Yeah, I’m staying till opening, I’m meeting with Steph.”

“Oh, okay, tell her I say hi!”

“I will.” Dick waves as Barbara closes the door behind her, leaving Dick alone in the staff room.

That’s a lie, Dick is not meeting Steph.

After changing into his washed jeans, and covered his light blue hoodie with a worn black jean jacket, Dick strolls around the park. His feet take him to the Ferris wheel yet again. He sits by the stairs where Jason did when they last saw each other.

Blame him all you want for still hoping, but he can’t stop himself doing so, even though he had tried persistently. This place pulls him. He would be on the way home and found himself here, waiting for something even himself isn’t sure of. Just like right now. He waits and wanders as nothing happens. As usual.

The sky gradually gains it’s brightness from the black of night to daybreak indigo. The brightest point in the sky is just behind the tip of the merry go round’s roof. A flock of birds flew towards it.

Or they should’ve.

There’re black specks in the sky, like blobs on your vision or dirt on your glasses. Dick blinks a couple of times to get rid of it, but it stays. When he stood up and shakes his head, his heart thumps. It’s not dirt in his eyes. His eyes feel fine, and the dirt doesn’t follow his vision, it sticks in one place in the sky, with clouds that don’t move.

It’s a bird, pausing in mid-air. Turning around, he sees the skinny hornbeam tree beside the queue area leaning extremely sideways and froze that way, as if blown by the icy wind that made them that way. A leaf right beside the tree stops in mid-air. Curious, he touched it, but he can’t move it. A leaf in the wind that sticks like a rock stuck on a surface with power glue.

Could he be dreaming? Or has he lost his mind completely?

He doesn’t get to answer that himself when a blinding light glares from the Ferris wheel. Dick whips around to face the light source.

The Ferris wheel isn’t turned on, but a screen of blinding white light fills inside the circle structure. There’s no other sound but Dick’s breath and static electricity coming from the electric sparks jolting around the metal tubing. Nothing else moves but Dick, the lights, and the dark human silhouette inside the lights that seem to be approaching closer. It’s so bizarre that the gears in his mind just stop trying to figure out why this is happening. It’s nothing Dick has ever seen before. Maybe on the TV, but he’s not on TV, is he?

The silhouette makes itself more prominent and clearer and as that person steps out of the light and walks down the booth, Dick can’t believe his eyes and who his mind is suggesting.

The man has some bulk on his body, maturity in his demeanor, but the familiarity of his features struck Dick with one person in mind, Jason.

The last time Dick saw him, he was a teenager. Shy and boyish as he asked him out for dinner. How could that boy turn into this man that looks like reaching his 40’s with a tired look of a century-year-old man.

Cleanly shaven, his jaws look sharper from the teenager Jason. Teal eyes set even deeper into his socket, topped with thick and coarse eyebrows that knit close to each other and set low on the brow ridge. A sharper look in his eyes, yet way kinder.

Before, Jason reached a little under Dick’s height, now Jason is gaining clear inches above him. There’s a stark awkward streak of white on his bangs which slightly curls and flails as he walks. His bomber jacket looks like a worn uniform with logos patched on the right breast and upper sleeves. His red shirt underneath looks as dark as congealed blood, paired with black cargo pants, gun garters snug on his thighs and black tactical boots.

He’s either here to fight or his style is just that edgy. Either way, Dick has a projectile taser and fast hands.

The man approaches Dick with that knowing smirk like they’re old friends, but the sentiment is not returned.

“You cause me a lot of hassle,” is this Jason’s first sentence, not giving the best impression of Dick, who takes full offense of that.

“Me?” Dick feels his neck tensed raising his voice that high. “You cause me a lot of hassle. Who are you? And what the fuck is that!” Dick waved at the Ferris wheel that still has a screen of glowing light inside it. There is no way no one sees this bright light, but then again, if Dick sees it, probably no one else does.

“This is a portal,” Jason points his thumbs at the light behind him. “And I’m Jason Todd, I’m here to fix the things you’ve been seeing.”

“Wait... What I’ve been seeing?” Dick repeated with a shriek, feeling constipated at what he had to digest. “You meant Jason? And your mom? But... you’re Jason too!”

“Uh huh, you’ve been seeing multiple versions of Jasons for other universes that happen to-”

“Wait, stop, please,” Dick felt like his head got pounded with that information. It’s terrible when his friends don’t believe him, but a person that popped out of the light finally agreeing with him doesn’t feel that good either.

“Oh God, I’m really going crazy, aren’t I? Babs was right, fudge my schtick every one of them is right. I should’ve stayed on meds,” Dick whispered to himself.

“Quit that, you’re not crazy,” Jason groaned, “I know you’re taking medication on this universe too, so you better stop that. You’re not having an episode.”

“How did you even know... I... whatever,” Dick huffed defeatedly.

“Chin up pretty boy, after I do what I came here to do, you’ll be just fine.”

“And what is it that you do, other Jason?” Dick crossed his arms, glaring at Jason with a combination of pissed off and mentally tired.

“I erase anomalies. I’m here to erase all the proof of the other universe ever repeated here. I’ve already deleted the security footage. Destroying the blood sample is a difficult one, no thanks to you for getting many people involved,” Jason narrowed his eyes at Dick, and Dick doesn’t feel a tinge of guilt. “And now, finally, you.”

Dick feels little goosebumps on his neck, “You’re gonna kill me?”

“No,” Jason raises his voice and grimaces offendedly, “I need to erase the memory where you’ve met the Jasons and this,” Jason waved to himself and the Ferris wheel.

“What, no!” Dick holds his head as if his hand can protect him from any mind-erasing devices, “I... I want to meet my universe you... We agreed to have dinner together.”

Jason visibly cringes, “That didn’t happen. That’s another you with another me, that didn’t happen to you, you just feel that it happens to you because... things got fucked up!” Jason just gave up halfway of explaining, and honestly, Dick doesn’t want to know either.

“But-But I felt it happened to me! I feel the weight of his body when I carried him out one of the cabin bleeding, and your mom holding onto me and... I-” Dick choked up on his own breath. Feeling tears threatening to spill at the things Jason implied.

“I know Dick, it’s all confusing, and I believe you. You’re not crazy,” Jason calmed, his voice sounds deep and soothing. “All of that isn’t supposed to happen. Things... happened, it’s difficult to explain.”

“Then why me? Why am I the only one that sees it?”

“We don’t know, and this is actually something special we’ve never encountered before,” Jason seems annoyingly excited, “You’re the only one in this universe that can see it for how it is.”

Dick groans, “Whatever, so what are you going to do now?”

“So, I’m here to fix the fucked up things that happen to you. But this will involve you, so you get to choose how I do it.

Dick doesn’t answer, doesn’t even look at Jason, and gave him his silent approval.

“You can see and experience the universe being broken, we need someone like that in our department.”

It takes a few seconds of Jason's pointed look before Dick finally catches on, “You’re offering me your job? Me? Stopping time and making Ferris wheels glow?” Dick says incredulously with an uneasy smile.

“Yeah, it’s not an easy job, but just putting it out there, we’ve been keeping an eye on you and after some consideration, we’d like to take you in to watch over this universe.”

Dick doesn’t expect Jason replying to his sarcastic question seriously, but now Dick considers it seriously.

Heh, as if.

“And if I say no?”

“I’d have to erase the anomaly to fix it, meaning you won’t remember it ever happening.”

Dick feels his heart drop, “Wait... I won’t remember meeting this universe Jason?”

“You never met this universe Jason. It’s all been other universe’s Jasons.” Jason repeated, starting to sound impatient.

“Does that mean I won’t remember meeting the.... the Jasons?” Dick rephrased, the question leaving a bitter taste in his mouth for agreeing with this Jason.

“Nope.”

“No!”

“You’ve been telling me that a lot.”

“Because I don’t agree with you, or your suggestion, or any of this!” Dick waves his hands wildly around him, “It’s... it’s too much to take.”

“Well, not trying to be inconsiderate but you need to choose now,” Jason huffed impatiently, tapping his boots.

“I don’t want to lose my memory! I-I want to meet you. Wait, I mean, I want to meet this universe you.”

Jason’s face shifts into gloom, “You won’t meet this universe me.”

“Oh, come on, I know your full name now, I can get your 411 easy. Or what? You think you’re too good for me?”

Then Jason smiled, “Not that I wouldn’t like to shack up with you pretty boy, but I’m afraid you’re a bit too late.”

“And why is that?”

“This universe me died right there,” Jason pointed up.

Dick, who hasn’t completely taken the information in, slowly looks up to where Jason is pointing. The top of the Ferris wheel where Dick found Jason bleeding.

Then it hits Dick like a big chunk of iceberg to his Titanic, and his stomach makes a grand fall into the dark depth. He holds himself as if he’s holding his mental state together.

“But I... I turned the Ferris wheel on, and get you out of there and you walked away...” Dick whispered to himself as if saying it will make it real.

“In another universe, you did save me, but this universe me died there watching the sky. It’s not your fault though, you haven’t got this job yet when he climbed up there.”

Dick can’t look away from the cabin at the top. It felt like a second ago that he talked to that weird boy. Dick spent a whole day as a nervous and excited wreck, looking forward to having breakfast with him and getting to know the story behind his grim smile when he offered it. The thought of him had occupied his thoughts for months. Always thinking that they’ll meet, sooner or later. Even though, there are times when his hope dies down, in the end, his intuition came true in the way he’d never imagine.

To think, Dick never met that boy at all. That he never met his Jason all this time.

“Whatever happened to him, did it happen to you, too?” Dick’s voice as weak as a broken one.

When he looks at the Jason in front of him, he can see his Ferris wheel boy there, holding back a story behind his weak smile.

“Yes.”

He never thought that his Jason and this Jason is the same, he thought the circumstances must’ve been different since his Jason died and this Jason is still here. This doesn’t make that seem that way.

“Did someone saved you?” Dick asked again.

“Luck did. I woke up the next day still alive.”

Dick nods, smiling in relief. “Can I know what happened?”

Jason paused, thinking over it, “Only if you tell me about Kory.”

At the mention of her name, his heart stops for a beat. The memory of her body on their bed, lifeless. Her red hair stark against their olive green sheets, pouring to the floor. Her jade eyes open and empty, like the bottle of her sleeping pills in her hand.

“How... how did you know Kory?”

“You and I were more than friends in my universe,” Jason smirked.

There’s an irk spiked in Dick’s chest, burning, ugly, and weird jealousy, “Then just ask him.”

“My universe’s Dick died before he could tell me,” Jason deadpanned, and Dick was caught off guard by the weight of the words delivered with a tone contrary of that.

It’s not him, but in a way, it is him. And in a way, Jason lost him. Almost like Dick lost his Jason.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago. He had nightmares about her, and never get to tell me who she is.”

“Oh.” Dick still has nightmares of her, sometimes he thinks he’ll come home and find her still sleeping on his bed. She’s the reason he takes the meds in the first place. “I guess that’s fair.”

It feels that he needs to know more about how his other self gets to have a relationship with Jason. Or how he died. He doesn’t even know if Jason’s Dick has the same Kory as him.

It wasn’t the point though, Dick knows that much. He wants to know what happened to Jason because of the same urge that Jason wants to know about Dick’s nightmares. An open wound that needs closure. Any closure.

Jason looks up, his eyes mellow as a soft smile graces his mature face, “Can we go up?”

“I can’t move anything. Everything froze over.

“Don’t worry about that.” Jason closed his eyes and breathes in. Deeply. Then he opened his eyes that were filled with the same blank white light as the Ferris wheel’s portal.

The wind blows shortly, the bent tall tree bounces back to straight, its leaves fall gracefully to the floor. But the clouds still haven’t moved, and the birds far away still frozen in time.

Jason exhales, and the light in his eyes dimmed out slowly, returning the teal and dark circles on his eyes. His lips smirking at Dick who’s half losing his mind and half amazed.

Dick turns the lights on but doesn’t rotate the Ferris wheel. For memories sake, Jason showed him how he climbed to the top. It’s surprisingly easy.

They both sit at the top of the Ferris wheel, their backs against the seat, looking up to the indigo sky as Jason tells his story and Dick tells his. The world around them is forever at dawn. Their eyes are on the sunlight that peeks behind the merry-go round’s roof. Often, they’ll look at each other.

They talk about the things they’ve never told anyone before. Guiltless and shameless, since the world feels to fall deaf to their stories but each other.

In frozen time, they sit at the top of the Ferris wheel. No one is stopping each other from talking, as if this will be their only chance to come clean with their burdens and sin. So, they stayed and talk as long as they please.

And none of them knows how much time has really passed.

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Something is different about this amusement park. She can’t point it out, but it just feels foreign to her. One thing for sure is that she’s completely lost. Everyone is taller than her and she can’t see her moms. She’s sobbing but she won’t cry because she’s wearing her Captain Marvel jacket. Today she promised to be good so he can go to this park, so she’ll find a way to find her moms.

Her mama says, when she’s lost she needs to find someone in uniforms and tell them that she’s lost. As the six-year-old girl looks for someone with a uniform, she finds someone entirely different that puts everything else at halt.

A girl that looks just like her.

Not just anyone that’s wearing the same dress or having the same hair. She looks at the mirror for dress-up often enough that the girl in front of her is –well– her. Like a twin or the exact same copy of her. The other her is wearing a Wonder Woman shirt instead of her Captain Marvel Jacket, and a gold skirt instead of her jeans. But their hair is braided the same favorite way she liked, intertwined with blue ribbons.

She’s as speechless as her. Of course she is, they’re not staring at a mirror, but at each other! And as far as she knows, she’s not a twin, and she doesn’t have any other siblings yet.

“Callie!” Someone called and the girl in front of her looks back to the source of the voice.

That’s weird. She almost believed that they’re the same person, but her name is not Callie.

The girl named Callie runs towards the direction of the call, leaving her behind.

Being a lost little girl, her first instinct is to follow her copy, hoping to find her moms.

“Hey there! You must be lost.” Someone steps in front of her and she abruptly stops. She looks up to see the extension of the legs in front of her, then finally finds her smile.

It’s a security guard with hair as black and fabulous as Loki but with a friendly face and blue eyes like Captain America. Then a smile and kind eyes, just like a prince.

“Yes! I’m lost, I need to find my moms. I think I need to follow her,” She points to the direction her twin just ran off to, but she disappeared between the crowds already.

The security guy just smiles and bends his knees, “What’s your name, little girl?”

“Amalia.”

“That’s a pretty name, my name is Grayson.”

“That’s a pretty name too.”

“Why thank you!” the man smiles and he looks more handsome than the princes in Disneyland. “Come on, I’ll take you to your moms.” He offers his hand and she eagerly takes his hand.

With the guide of Grayson’s hand, they walk through the crowds. Amalia looks at her surroundings –as her mother always says– and she noticed that they’re walking towards the Ferris wheel.

“Are we not going to the announcement booth?” Amalia asked.

“Nope,” Grayson popped the p.

She doesn’t know when, but as soon as they step closer into the green grass area of the Ferris wheel everything else stops. The people, the music even the birds in the sky. Amalia turns her head wildly to see every little thing that pauses in mid-air and finds it fascinating. Before she knew it, she was already on the platform on the back of the Ferris wheel. There are some frozen people there, exiting the ride and their feet mid-air as they step down the platform.

Amalia finally looks away from gazing at the frozen bee right beside her when a bright light glares from the Ferris wheel. Inside the circle frame of the Ferris wheel filled with opaque white that glows. Amalia has never seen such a thing. Does every Ferris wheel does this?

“You need to go through now Amalia,” Grayson says, “You’ll meet your moms, the right ones.”

That would be great of course because Amalia is starting to miss her moms, but then he looks up to Grayson, and squeeze his hand tightly.

“I’m not going to see you again, am I?”

Grayson smiles like a prince and put his hand on top of her head.

“Maybe you will, but I’m not going to remember ever meeting you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the me on the other side of this portal hasn’t met you yet.”

She looks around again, to the people that stopped in time, to the big shining portal and the prince beside her.

“This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me, and no one will ever believe me.” She sighed. She’s going to write this in her diary right, just in case she forgets or thinks she was imagining this.

“I was like you too, it sucked when there’s something happening to you but no one believes you.”

“Right!” she shouts too loud, but her prince just laughed. He’s truly the love destined for her, he’s the only one that doesn’t mind her big mouth.

“I believe that everyone is destined to be with another. No matter how wild the circumstances are. You’re going to find someone just for you, believe me.” Her prince stares into the portal and right then, she knew Grayson is not her prince. His face looks soft and kind when he smiles. He looks like how her mom looks at her mama.

She lets go of his hand in defeat but she won’t give up.

“Did you find someone who believes in you?” She asked.

“Yes,” he answers with a smile showing all his pearly teeth.

“How did you find them?” Amalia asked.

Grayson looks up to the top of the Ferris wheel with pursed lips. Whatever he’s racking up in his brain, it made him smile.

“I didn’t. He found me.”

[tigressaofkanjis]

An Outlasting Halloween - Killer Croc x Bane

A fanfic I wrote for Halloween with our two favorite dorks. Remember this post? Yeah, I decided to act upon it. I don't regret this and considering my version of Croc gained more than enough confidence after accepting himself, crossdressing would be something he would do to drive Bane insane. Years of rivalry has led to this moment and Croc is going to make Bane suffer for one night.

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“Bane. Bane.”

“Hmm?”

“Bane, come here. I have the greatest idea for a Halloween costume! In fact, I have one for you two,” Waylon excitedly curled his tail as he grinned like Jervis at a tea party.

The luchador-themed man rolled his eyes in amusement at his partner -in-crime’s enthusiasm. He walked over to the couch Waylon was lying on with his laptop and a juvenile gator as his feet sleeping. He watched the large ridged tail wagging up and down as Croc turned his laptop towards Bane.

“Amigo, I don’t know what so special about a character who appears to be wearing a damaged fancy vest and dirty white shirt. Also, is that blood over his right eye?” Bane questioned, squinting at the pictures.

Killer Croc nodded quickly, “Do you remember the video game, Outlast, the game Drury and Garfield decided to make a react series out of for YouTube? You remember the DLC they were oh so engaged in?”

The man raised brow, “Oh you mean the one where you have to escape an asylum of sorts. That one? And this is-cual es su nombre-Eddie Glue…skin?”

“Gluskin, yes. He’s one of the main antagonists and I thought since you have the hair cut like him as well as that old ballroom suit you only used three years ago when you first came here that you would fit the character perfectly. We could add real blood or fake to a machete or something, add some makeup and you’d fit the look quite well!”

Bane crossed his arms, “Really? And what will I do all dressed up in a costume, compañero? We don’t have many places to go on Halloween except cause some mischief raiding houses while everyone is distracted, but our friends are hardly going to go with us for something as childish as that.”

Croc smirked, “What if I told you Kirk and his wife, Garfield, Fries, Jervis, and others are dressing up and they have plans to just have some pointless fun because like you said, it’s Halloween. Why rob a bank on Halloween when we could terrorize the houses for our treats? Besides if you wish to dress up, I have a plan to match you. While you are Eddie Gluskin , I’ll be Waylon Park. I have the attire thanks to Harley and Ivy so I’m set.”

Upon thinking about the benefits and cons of this proposed Halloween team up, Bane say really no downside that would set them back. At most, Batman would just slap their wrists probably out of annoyance considering the holidays were by far his least favorite time to crime fight them and an agitated Bruce was no fun.

Clicking his tongue, Bane shrugged finally, “Sure, why not? I’ll call Page Monroe and see if she can lend me her tailor to ‘mess up’ my perfect vest and shirt. Also, doesn’t this Waylon from the game wear a jumpsuit, a morbid tannish brown? That doesn’t seem as creative as you would usually do.”

A very strange smirk played on Waylon’s face, “Trust me, I’m not wearing the jumpsuit. I’m going to wear something more appropriate in contrast to your outfit that would make our team up even more special. Just wait and see.”

Narrowing his eyes, Bane bit his lip and grunted in an acknowledgeable but confused fashion. When he left, Waylon peered in the opposite direction towards one of his henchmen who was sharpening a few blades while watching some older cartoons.

“Vic, mon home, I need you to call Harley and tell her it’s on. Le marié a accepté la proposition.”

The brutish henchman nodded with a smirk and set the weapon he was working on down to grab the phone and started dialing.

Croc laughed, “Oh Bane, let’s see how confident you really are.” --------------------------------------

Today was Halloween and all the adults and kids were about to leave at dusk to get candy and lots of it. Bane had agreed to take part only because of his intriguing colleague was so excited for it.

Designing the suit wasn’t as difficult as Bane imagined it would be. Page was gracious enough to let him use her tailor and offered him some choice options for the costume as well. Trousers which had been worn with patches were apparently a runway fashion once but of course, it never flew past the stage with the judges and it was around his size surprisingly. With a few altercations, it was his and the vest he brought was ripped apart and stitched back to replicate Gluskin’s demented fabrication.

Croc was right when he said he had the perfect haircut for the part as no changes were necessary. He did, however, have to go to Harley Quinn for makeup touches as he wasn’t quite cosmetically savvy as the clown was. With little effort, she managed to make his right side of his face look bloody and deformed from certain angles without the need for any prosthetics. He had to admit he was impressed.

“Damn Bane, you look like the spitting image of Eddie Gluskin! Holy crap! Maybe a bit more ripped than Eddie but you’re really rocking it, like wow dude!” Firefly said as he stared in amazement.

Even the ever stoic Mr. Freeze was wide eyed at the design. “I have to say, I’m a little jealous. Waylon is going to have a field day with this. His costume is quite good too and what he admires in you, you’ll probably admire in him.”

That made Bane pause, “You’ve seen Waylon’s costume?”

“Yes, Ivy, Jonathan and I helped design it. I helped with…certain parts of the costume while Ivy did the layout and sewed the materials with Jon. I have to say even though I’m not particular that fond of men over women, Waylon’s outfit is very sexy. It really emphasizes the curves of his muscles and not to mention does amazing work for his hips.”

That drew a suspicious look from Bane but he didn’t dare question it. Garfield was nodding too which meant he had seen it as well. The chances of them telling him what it was exactly were slim because they knew better than to ruin the surprise.

So Croc was dressed sexy? That usually didn’t fit the man’s ideal in clothing but considering he was in fact a walking, talking crocodile basically, his standards and dignity were pretty lax. No matter what Waylon was in, nobody outside of the Asylum would be paying attention to his attire; they would be more fixated on his appearance and run in fear of being killed than stop to question his clothing choices.

It did make Bane very curious as to what Waylon was wearing. He recalled the video game Outlast was mainly prison-clad bad guys with deformities and blood but nothing really sexy. The character Waylon Park was pursued by the Groom to be his bride but-no, there was no way Croc managed to get a wedding dress. That was insane but why would Waylon do that?

Bane entered the lounge area which only had a couple of Croc’s henchmen with glow in the dark white paint over their armor and faces to resemble skeletons. Even their guns on their hips had bones painted on. He was surprised at their dedication.

“Muchachos, where is Waylon?”

The men gave a snicker seemingly at him and one pointed behind him with his thumb over to the bathroom. There was a laugh from the inside and sure enough, the door swung open and a white gown blood stained and ripped on the right side to somewhat show the scales of Waylon’s leg flowed gracefully as Croc leaned against the frame of the door cockily.

Bane was stunned at the appearance and no words could come to mind to describe his feelings towards it. The strapless top piece seemed to be tight as a corset as he could see some of the muscle underneath the fabric, and the breast area outlined by pearls pushed against Waylon’s pecks and pushed them high enough to give the illusion of actual cleavage. Waylon wore bridal glove with open palms and fingers but was torn to accommodate his arm spikes while his neck held a simple white band as a necklace. The strip that marked the end of the corset and the beginning of the flowing gown was also dowsed in pearls, gripping tightly against the outline of Croc’s hips. The gown itself was mostly intact but the right side had a slit for his leg which supported a rather peculiar garter on his middle thigh. Blood stains were prominent under the breasts to appear like they were operated on and the blood soaked through while a huge blood mark was right on the gown and just above the hip line strip indicating a “forced” fake sex change had occurred, just like Eddie Gluskin would have done. In Croc’s left hand, a video camera was held and on top of his head, a bridal tiara with pearls and silver plus a veil flowing down his neck was there and quite beautiful.

While Bane was more than obviously peering over Waylon’s costume, the mutated man was grinning like a hyena at how he managed to baffle the ex-terrorist. “When I said I had a surprise for you, didn’t think it would be this, did you?”

Bane snapped out of his trance and stuttered, “N-no, I can honestly say…just…whoa!”

Pushing off from his lean, Waylon strode closer to the other man with a very calm reserve. “What can I say, being married to Ivy taught me well.”

“I-I um…you look amazing,” the Hispanic man spoke.

The henchmen on the opposite side of the room giggled and one took a picture with both Waylon and Bane in the picture facing each other. The guard who snapped it whispered, “I am so posting this on Twitter!”

Bane swallowed loud and uneasily as Croc merely blinked slowly, still holding a sweet smile. “You really capture the-the aesthetic of the game. The garter is a-heh a very nice touch.”

“So did you it seems. The garter was last minute because this rip in the gown was actually an accident. My hips were straining against the fabric and one side couldn’t take the pressure, so I had to finish the rip and add something more in tune to what Gluskin would want. The tiara and veil though I could probably do without. That part was Scarecrow’s idea and Freeze, being the one who did my pearl embroidery, was against it,” Waylon purred, taking off the crown.

He threw it to his henchmen and the one who caught it quickly put in on his head and smirked as the others laughed at him. One even tried to grab at the tiara was playfully pushed away by a now sassy royal skeleton-faced guard.

Waylon chuckled before turning back to Bane, “You look like you don’t know how to feel about this. Or maybe you’re starting to realize you like seeing me cross dress. What’s the matter, Bane? Finally confronted with a fight inside you can’t win.”

“Wha-no, no, I am thinking about some things but I’m not-no. Besides I have to ask, is that dress even comfortable? It looks like it’s molded to you.”

Croc clutched the rim of the breast attire and dragged it upward a bit with a wiggle before confidently letting go with a smug pose, “Are you kidding me, this is actually quite comfy and admit it, I make this look good. It has padding and defines my form perfectly.”

Bane raised a brow, “And your dignity?”

“What dignity?” Croc gestured around him and laughed, “Bane, I’m a nine foot plus human being with a skin condition worsened by a military experiment. I used to hate myself for being such a freak but now I see there is nothing to be afraid of. I’m me and if society doesn’t like it, they can kiss my ass. I can do whatever I want now and wearing a dress for a costume is one of them, especially if it gets me what I want. I don’t have a lot of moral standards anymore when it comes to clothing or society norm. At this point, I’m just going with whatever I can pull off. Ha, this dress is actually really comfortable; you should try it.”

“Thank you but I prefer pants over a dress. You actually do look good in a dress, I’ll…um…admit that,” Bane muttered, occasionally glancing down from Croc’s face to the rest of his body when the latter turned his head away to look at his mooks.

As soon as Croc peered back at him, he averted his gaze immediately and resumed making eye contact. Waylon just smiled and played innocent, “Then perhaps you and I should start greeting Gotham and its trick-or-treaters, maybe steal some candy while we’re at it. I heard the more wealthy ones are giving away much more this year like king sized items. Of course, I am hoping we have enough candy to last us until the morning. Maybe we’ll both get a much bigger treat at the end. Who knows?”

“Uh, sure. Lead the way, Croc,” Bane nervously replied, blushing which made the red makeup he wore seemingly glow if not making the rest of his face almost the exact shade of red. Croc’s henchmen still snickered at him as they followed their boss out, protecting him like a pack of wolves.

When Waylon swept past him, he had to hike up his gown a bit to walk and not trip over it. This gave the Hispanic man a much clearer view of the garter and trailing behind the gown was the reptilian tail Bane almost forgot about albeit it was well hidden, curled beneath the gown mostly. He also took not that the dress covering the part of the spine where the tail met made Waylon appear as if he had a rather large rear.

Unbeknownst to him, Waylon knew exactly what he was doing and his grin grew to reveal practically all his teeth. He was Waylon Park to Bane’s Gluskin but apparently, he was the sadistic one. What an interesting reversal of characters. Croc couldn’t wait to see Bane’s resistance in doing something about him crack throughout the night. This was going to be fun.

[ben-barnes-is-my-husband]

Miss Stark

Part of the “I Think We’re Alone Now Universe” for Robb x Sansa. This one features a Dom!Sansa and naughty school boy Robb ;)

Also on AO3

Robb was horny. 

 And it was pretty bad, too. He couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was that had his motor revved so acutely, but he'd been tempted a few times that day to rub one out in the bathroom at work. 

 He kept glancing at the clock and wondering how in the ever loving fuck just five minutes could feel like an hour. His mind kept drifting to Sansa and what he wanted to do to her. Bend her over their sofa? Yes. Have her ride him at the kitchen table? Yes. Fuck her on their bed? Of course.

 He wanted it all. 

 He wanted her to sit on his face. He wanted her to suck his cock. He wanted to give her a pearl necklace. 

 At 11 when she had lunch, he texted her. 

 Robb: Hey

 Sansa: Hey

 Robb: How's your day going?

 Sansa: Aside from having to stop a couple kids from eating glue, good.

 Robb: I used to do that when I was a kid

 Sansa: That explains so much

 Robb: You never did that?

 Sansa: No lol

 Robb: So, I'm having a problem...

 Sansa: This should be good. What is it?

 Robb: I am so fucking horny right now I can't stop thinking about getting home and fucking you

 Sansa: Robb Stark, I'm at work! I'm sitting at lunch with a bunch of TEACHERS. One of them just asked why my face went red

 Robb: Did you tell her your naughty husband is sexting you? :)

 Sansa: NO! 

 Robb: I've been thinking about how I want to take you. Bed, table, or couch?

Sansa: Ok but HOW are you going to fuck me in those places? You said where not how

 Robb: Oh, forgive me, Mrs. Stark

 Sansa: Oooh, maybe I could go all school teacher on you!

 Robb: Fuck me. Could you?

 Sansa: Seriously?

 Robb: Sansa, PLEASE. Just fucking Dom the hell out of me and then fuck me raw. 

 Sansa: Holy crap, you ARE horny!

 Robb: I'm hard. I have a meeting to go to and I'm hard

 Sansa: Think about how you had to hold my hair back when I drank too much last week and yakked in the toilet

 Robb: Can I take you over the toilet?

 Sansa: Robb! Ew! No!

 Robb: LOL I'm kidding. Okay, Davos is calling for me. I'll see you when I get home. I love you.

 Sansa: Love you too, naughty boy

 Robb: Is that part of the role play?

 Sansa: GO TO YOUR MEETING

 He did, but he was distracted. 

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 Robb didn’t even say goodbye to everyone when he left work. He didn’t care. He just wanted to get home to Sansa. He wanted to get inside her so bad he thought he might die if he didn’t.

 This wasn’t typical – not at this level anyway. He lived with a certain level of always wanting his wife, but today was a bit off the charts. Was it a full moon? he wondered. Did he really care if it was? No.

 He was impressed that he’d managed to actually park the car and didn’t just jump out of it while it was running. He ran to their condo and up the stairs. He burst through the door and tossed his briefcase to the floor. He went for his tie to loosen it and was about to shout for Sansa when she came walking in the room.

 He was hard instantly at the sight of her.

 Then he saw what she was wearing and went harder still.

 She wore a black pencil skirt that went down to below her knees, black nylons, her favorite tall black heels, and a cream colored cardigan buttoned all the way up to her neck with the string of pearls he got her for their anniversary laying against the cardigan. Her hair was pulled back into a bun at the top of her head and she wore, holy fuck, glasses.

 She also, he noticed, held a ruler in her hand. “Robb Stark, is that anyway to enter a home? Just throwing your briefcase about?”

 His mouth went dry. She sounded just as he imagined a strict schoolmarm would – prissy and direct. Holy fuck, he was in for a good time.

 “I’m sorry, Miss…Mrs.?”

 “You may call me Miss Stark.”

 “I’m sorry, Miss Stark.”

 She pointed to his briefcase with her ruler. “Pick it up then. Like a good boy, Robb.”

 Robb gulped and picked up the briefcase. “Where would you like me to put it, Miss Stark?”

 “I would like you to place it nicely and neatly by the door, please.”

 He did as she asked. “Is this okay?”

 “Perfect, Robb. Now follow me to the living room, please.” He started coming toward her, and she frowned and held up her hand. “Stop.”

 “What is it?”

 “What is it?” she snipped. “Is that how you address me, Robb?”

 He shook his head. “No, Miss Stark. I apologize Miss Stark.”

 “You’re slouching,” she said. “Walk straight, perfect posture, and follow me.”

 Robb straightened his gait and did as she asked. His gaze traveled down to her backside, so perfectly round in that skirt and, fuck, she had a black seam going up the back of her hose. That meant she was wearing her garters.

 He was feeling close to whining.

 Once in the living room, she turned abruptly and pointed at him with the ruler. “Strip.”

 He gaped at her. “What?”

 Her eyes narrowed. “Remember your manners, young man.”

 “Pardon. I mean, pardon, Miss Stark.”

 “I said strip. Now.”

 If there was an Olympic Gold Medal for undressing, he would have gotten the gold. He left his clothes in a heap on the floor and he hoped that got him into trouble.

 It did. She marched over to him and pointed to the clothes with her ruler. “Pick those up now and place them neatly on the back of the couch, young man!”

 Robb bent over and picked up his pants. Sansa thwacked him on the ass with her ruler. He yelped, his eyes going wide as he looked at her. Her expression flickered with uncertainty and, not wanting her to break character, Robb said, “I deserved that.”

 She rolled her shoulders back and narrowed her eyes at him. “You sure did. Come on now, keep going.”

 He folded his pants neatly, just as she’d asked, and placed them on the back of the couch followed by his shirt, suit coat, and boxers.

 His cock was so hard he just wanted to stroke it once, just to relieve some pressure. If he did…

 She hit him on the ass with the ruler again and he groaned. And then she surprised him by smoothing her hand over his bum. He moaned; he couldn’t help it. She didn’t seem to mind.

 She walked away from him, turned, and then faced him. She began to slowly unbutton her cardigan and Robb watched, riveted. When she slipped it off and laid it neatly on the back of the couch, Robb licked his lips. She’d been wearing a black lace bra under that cardigan. Fuck! He wanted her tits in his mouth. He cleared his throat. “Per—permission to stroke my cock, Miss Stark?”

 She looked down at his leaking cock and strode over to him. “You don’t get to touch yourself,” she told him as she gathered up some precum on her hand and then stroked down his shaft slowly. “Only I get to touch you.”

 Robb couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do much of anything but let her have her way.

 Then, she was walking away and he was left gasping with need. He watched in a daze as she shimmied out of her skirt.

 “Fuck, Sansa, yes!” he exclaimed in pure lust. She was wearing the black lacy garter belt that matched her bra and no panties. No. Fucking. Panties.

 “What did you call me, young man?” she asked prissily with narrowed eyes.

 He gulped. “I mean, Miss Stark.”

 “Better. But you’ll still have to be punished.”

 “I do, I do, I definitely do,” he said, nodding emphatically.

 “Put your hands on the back of the couch and bend over, Robb.”

 He assumed position and waited, panting, for his punishment. It came with the ruler smacking onto his ass – not hard enough to hurt of course, but just hard enough.

 “Do you like that, young man?” she asked in his ear.

 He turned his head, hoping she’d let him kiss her. No dice. She reared back. “I do,” he said hoarsely.

 “Spread your legs further.”

 He did and then felt Sansa rub his ass again. She set up a rhythm: the smack of the ruler, the rub of her hand. She did this three times and then her hand was on his cock and Robb shuddered, his eyes rolling up in his head. He wanted to touch her so bad. Instead, he gripped the cushion on the couch in his fist to keep himself from doing so.

 “Stand,” she ordered.

 He did.

 She got on her knees before him and stroked him as she looked up at him. “Would you like me to suck your cock, Robb?”

 He nodded emphatically.

 She cupped his balls and he moaned. “Miss Stark,” he gasped. “I’m so close…”

 “I won’t suck your cock then,” she said, taking her hands off him and causing him to groan. “We can’t have you cumming before you’ve had a chance to fuck me, now can we?”

 God, he was dizzy. He wanted inside her pussy so bad he thought he might perish if he didn’t get in her soon.

 “Stay,” she said as she got up. “And don’t touch yourself.” She walked toward the kitchen.

 His hands twitched, he felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat. He never had any reason to complain about his and Sansa’s sex life. He loved their sex life. It was pretty fucking hot and he was more than satisfied, but this. Jesus. This was everything.

 She returned with one of their kitchen chairs and set it down directly across from him. She sat, spread her legs wide, showing him her dripping pussy and snapped her fingers at him. “Eat me.”

 Robb practically dropped to his knees, he crawled over to her, and leaned into her wet pussy and inhaled. He moaned.

 She reached down and yanked on his curls a bit, forcing him to look up at her. “Yes, Miss Stark?”

 “Do you know your alphabet, Robb?”

 He nodded.

 “Good boy,” she purred and graced him with a smile. She leaned down and kissed him and Robb took over, pushing into her, needing her kiss. She pulled back all too soon and shoved him away. “You go too far, young man.”

 “Miss Stark,” he whined. “I need you…”

 “You’ll have me, but you have to show me first what a good boy you are,” she cooed, running her hand through his curls. “Can you do that for me?”

 He nodded eagerly.

 “Good boy, good sweet Robb,” she murmured. “I want you to practice your letters.”

 “H—how?”

 “I want you to trace them. On my clit.”

 Could he cum from words alone? Cause he was close.

 He nodded. “Yes, Miss Stark.”

 “Let’s see how far you can get before you make me cum.”

 He dipped his head to her pretty pink cunt. Let’s see how far he can get indeed! He was going to apply himself to this task, that was for fucking certain.

 At the first taste of her pussy, Robb moaned. “Permission to touch you?” he asked desperately.

 “Just my thighs.”

 He gripped them. And began to feast.

 He traced “A” and she moaned, her fingers spearing through his curls. He traced “B” and her legs opened wider. He traced “C” and the fingers in her hair tightened.

 She came on “H”, wetting his beard and screaming.

 He kept going until “K” and she pushed him away.

 When she pulled him away by his hair, she looked down at him, her eyes dark and her face flushed. “Good boy, good good boy…” she crooned and leaned down. She flicked her tongue out and he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned and then pushed him away. “Now you can fuck me, my good little boy.”

 YES!

 She got up and went to the couch, bracing her hands on the back of it and bending over. “Fuck me, Robb. Put your hands on my hips only.”

 He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to keep his hands from roaming. He wanted her breasts in his hands. He wanted to pull her hair from that bun. He wanted to rub her clit as he fucked her.

 “And Robb?” she said when he’d lined his cock up at her hole.

 “Yes, Miss Stark?”

 “Fuck me hard.”

 He slammed inside her, causing her to rock forward. “Like that?” he rasped.

 “Exactly like that,” she moaned.

 That wasn’t going to be a problem. He set a fast and hard pace that caused her to rock forward in her heels and he gripped her hips hard.

 “Touch my breasts,” she said, panting.

 “Fuck yes,” he whispered and leaned over her, his hands greedily grabbing at her breasts. He teased her nipples, pulled on them, and made them hard. His eyes on her bun, he didn’t wait to be told and he didn’t bother to ask. He went right for it, pulling her hair free and watching her red hair fall around her shoulders like a fiery waterfall.

 He leaned over her again, and buried his nose in the red mass of silk. “Oh, God, Sansa,” he moaned. “I love you so much.”

 “Miss Stark,” she grunted.

 Still bent over her, still pounding hard inside her, he reached around her and placed his fingers over her clit and began to move them in circles.

 “Robb!” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop!”

 He didn’t plan on it. Not until they were both spent.

 She came with a cry, her body growing stiff and then like jelly. Robb held her against him and came with a roar inside her. He came so hard he thought he might pass out. He held himself inside her as he came, wondering if his balls would ever empty.

 “I can feel you,” she whimpered as she pushed up from the couch and turned her head to kiss him.

 Robb, having been denied the kiss he so desperately wanted, kissed her hard and deep and for so long that she had to break away to catch her breath. She stumbled forward and Robb held onto her until they were both leaning against the back of the couch, still entwined.

 “Oh God, sweetheart,” he panted against her ear.

 “Did you like that?” she asked with a giggle.

 “Fucking loved it!”

 She laughed and turned in his arms, winding her arms around his neck. “Did that help your problem?”

 “Yeah, but it might have created a new one,” he said with a grin. “When can Miss Stark come out and play again?”

 She smirked. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll be back.” She bit her lip. “You know what I would love though?”

 “What’s that, sweet girl?” he murmured, nuzzling the side of her face lovingly.

 “I’d really like to see a Mister Stark come out and play…”

 He started to harden again just at the thought of the delicious things Mr. Stark could make her do. “That can be arranged,” he said on a deep rumble and then lifted his wife in his arms and carried her to their bed.