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sasheneskywalker · 5 months ago

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Weekly Batman/DC Fic Recs (1)

This week I've read two delightful character studies, one focused on Barbara Gordon and the other on Jason Todd. There's also a hilarious SI/OC fic from the perspective of Tim Drake and two fantastic fics where Lonnie Machin/Anarky plays a major role. Apart from that, two delicious smutty fics got an update: Bruce/Dick/Jason college au and Slade/Jason western au. We also have an amazing DCU, MCU and X-Men crossover oneshot! Hope you enjoy the recs <3

Delta T by Havendance In one universe, mere seconds stop Barbara Gordon from sniping Black Mask. In another, she takes the shot.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batman (Comics) | Helena Bertinelli & Barbara Gordon

this city is the place to be by Jezebunny Gotham city is going to be destroyed in twelve hours.

Jason doesn't see any point in stopping it.

What does he owe anybody, anyway?

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batman - All Media Types | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Domestication Protocols for Nocturnal Fauna by rozaceous, vermillion_crown It’s been years since Tim's thought about the secret identities of Gotham’s winged wonders. A chance encounter while searching for college roommates that won’t burn the place down gives Tim a lead and the hope of new accommodations. The only thing he has to do is pretend that he doesn’t know anything.

Easy.

("—and they were roommates!" SI/OC edition)

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Batman - All Media Types | Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake/Original Male Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Tim Drake & Original Female Character(s)

The Assassination of President Luthor by the Radical Lonnie Machin by NiteWrighter "Hi. I’m Lonnie. So I guess I should start out by saying, I don’t believe violence is a sustainable tool. It’s not. It’s a reflection of our ugliest, most base instincts. But it is the current language of the state, so I apologize for bringing my voice to the conversation."

President Luthor has been brutally killed by a magical weapon, and Anarky has claimed responsibility. The Justice League is struggling with the ensuing fallout, instability, suspicion, and speculation, while a power vacuum opens up in the world of the Rogues. What does a world without Lex Luthor look like? Is he truly gone? Has a greater chain reaction been kicked off by this single death?

T | Major Character Death | Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) | Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Diana (Wonder Woman) & Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Lana Lang/Pete Ross, Tim Drake/Lonnie Machin

The Half-Life of Sixty Seconds by sunnymusings "The problem with thinking like a detective is not actually that thinking like one is too strict or structured. There’s organization on a document, but Tim’s mind is not a bullet journal. It’s not a legal form, it’s not a spreadsheet, it’s not a ledger.

It’s messy and human and creative. Loose, unstructured, instinctual. Detectives aren’t good at solving cases because they work like machines; it’s much the opposite. It’s that creative mess which aids in seeing between the structure of presented facts, reading the code, and then cracking it. It’s like tracing a spider web back to its center. There’s an observable track leading exactly where one needs to go— a veritable method to the madness— but it’s still art, all the same, even to the broom that ruins it.

So, when Tim is presented with a countdown, it’s not just a mechanical, factual understanding of time that pushes hard against the inside of his ribs; it’s a too-clear visual of a digital clock-face, neutral and unyielding, counting down from sixty in his neocortex. Artistic and messy and emotional.

There is only one place to go once one is caught in the web."

Based on Red Robin #16. Missing Scenes and Relationship Building.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics) | Tim Drake & Lonnie Machin, Tim Drake/Lonnie Machin

Making The Grade by MelodramaticMrTails Jason partners up with the rich and beautiful Dick Grayson and quickly finds out the Wayne family secret- and that Dick wants him to join in on it.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Nothing to Nobody by Jae_Cillian The kid—Jason—stared at Slade with wide, alert eyes. Big and round like a doe—startled in its grazing, frozen in the sights of a predator. He leaned forward, one hand still gripping the pistol but the other anchoring his weight against the floor as if to stand and chase after Slade. But with Slade’s eye on him, Jason didn’t dare move an inch. All tense lines and silent shudders of breath that Slade could see quake along the kid’s ribs, Jason reminded Slade of a stray dog. Snarling and snapping its canines when he got too close, but whimpering and whining when he walked away.

Slade wondered how long it’d take to tame the kid; and, thereupon, realized he might enjoy the challenge of it.

In which Slade, while chasing after the Joker gang's bounties and stolen payroll, finds Jason—battered, beaten, and abused at the gang's hands—alone in the mountains. Intrigued by the kid's feral tenacity, he offers Jason a chance at revenge.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics) | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Five Supersoldiers Walk Into a Bar by bittercape He spots him through the binoculars, far away and disappearing fast. Logan is, more than anything, a hunter. He knows how to watch, and he watches the sniper moving away, after a single well-placed shot. He moves just like Barnes did. Everyone has a particular way of moving, if you know how to watch. And Logan, as mentioned, knows how to watch.

Logan knows it cannot be him, knows he died, falling from a train. No normal human could survive that. And yet …

He drops down from the watchtower. He’ll catch hell for this, sure. But he has to know.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men (Comicverse), DCU (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics) | Logan (X-men) & James "Bucky" Barnes, Logan (X-Men) & Natasha Romanov, Logan (X-Men) & Slade Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Slade Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Slade Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Slade Wilson

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bordysbae · 2 years ago

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can you do 48. “stop videotaping me this isn’t funny” and 53. “yeah i like you dipshit” with turcs

“driving to practice”

alex turcotte x reader

you and alex have been friends since he arrived at your high school last year, and you’ve both grown immensely close to one another. he’s one of your best friends, and he’s almost always over at your house or you’re at his. people always assume you two are dating, but secretly you wish you were. no one knows alex the way you do, but you’d never tell him about your feelings.

you and alex always study together after school for an hour or two before he has hockey practice, and he makes you drive him to practice and back. since he’s staying with a billet family, he doesn’t have his own car so he uses you as a chauffeur. “hey y/n/n, we gotta get going soon. are you almost done studying?” alex asks you, as he shuts his textbook and sits up on your bed, stretching out his limbs.

“yep! you have all your gear right?” you ask, grabbing your car keys from your desk. alex nods and gets his backpack and hockey bag from the door. you two get into your car and of course alex claims aux, just to play rap songs the whole way there.

as you’re pulling into the parking lot, you see a dead squirrel on the side of the street, making you gasp. “oh my god lex! there’s a dead squirrel, i’m so sad!” you exclaim, feeling a sadness overtake you. you’ve always had a major soft spot for animals, but you’re also a very overemotional person when you’re on your period.

“okay? what are you gonna do, go give it cpr?” alex jokes, unbuckling his seatbelt as you park the car.

“alex stop! don’t be mean, that poor squirrel died for no reason, what if he had a family to feed!” you say, now feeling your eyes water. alex let’s out a loud laugh, before grabbing his phone to take a video of you. “are you crying?! y/n dont cry it’s just a squirrel!” alex chuckles, recording you for his private story on snapchat.

you flip off the camera and turn away from alex, “alex stop videotaping me, this isn’t funny!” you groan.

“okay okay sorry, but i’m posting that on my private story,” he laughs, making you groan once again.

“alex that was mean, now you’re making fun of me and the squirrel!” you argue.

“okay okay, i’m sorry! i apologize to you and the dead squirrel. but i think it’s cute how you have such a soft spot for animals,” alex smiles, making you blush. immediately alex realizes he just called you cute, and starts to blush from embarrassment. suddenly you both get a little quiet, and before you even realize it, your words slip.

“alex, what did you mean by saying that?” you ask, immediately shocked you just asked that.

“i like you, y/n,” alex states nervously, making you smile. “you do?” you ask, double checking he’s not joking.

“yeah, i have for awhile now actually. but i totally understand if you don’t-“ alex begins, but you immediately cut him off.

“i like you too, dipshit,” you smile, making alex let out a sigh of relief.

“good, now before i go inside for practice, you have a little makeup under your eye.” he says, leaning over the center console. as he wipes the mascara from under your eye, suddenly he presses a quick kiss against your lips.

“whoops, my hand slipped,” he smirks, before getting out of the car with his bags, leaving you wanting a longer kiss.

“i’ll be back here at 8:30, per usual. and you, mister turcotte, owe me a longer kiss.” you say, pointing a finger at him.

“i owe you one?” he asks.

“it’s your form of payment since i drive you everywhere,” you shrug, and alex nods.

“alright then, that doesn’t sound too bad,” he smiles, before shutting the car door and walking off, leaving you a flustered mess.

#alex turcotte blurb #alex turcotte #alex turcotte x reader #alex turcotte imagine #usntp hockey #usntdp #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #la kings

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years ago

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Savage Sunset Chapter 14S

In this chapter: Valen finally gets to EAT

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Aftermath of torture, starvation, heavy emotional distress. This chapter could probably also be considered "carewhumping," although I think everyone's actions are completely reasonable.

Valen’s boots clattered on the kitchen floor as Lex helped him step up and back into the kitchen. Ari shut and locked the back door, then walked over to the kitchen window to shut the curtains as the sky started to streak pink with the sunrise.

"Okay," said Ari, giving a tentative thumbs up. "We're good? We're cool?"

Lex returned her thumbs up. Valen let out a choked sob, but also gave a thumbs-up, the weakest and least convincing thumbs up in history.

"It's all right," said Lex. "Things are going to get better for you now. We're going to help you. Things are only going to get better. Ari.”

She took Valen’s wrist and drew him forward. “Let me introduce you to Valen. He was here in human territory because…he was gathering…mushrooms?” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye for any sign that her statement was incorrect. When he gave none, she continued, “That he was using to try and make artificial blood.”

“Mushrooms are more closely related to animals than to plants,” Valen mumbled, eyes glued to the floor.

“Ah, right…” said Ari. She rubbed the back of her head. “Well, I…Well, if that’s true… I mean…I’m glad you weren’t here for anything nefarious.” Lex could tell Ari still did not quite believe it, but she could see what obvious in front of her: This creature was a person, not a monster, despite the blood painting him and the fangs, who just wanted to be safe, and who was capable of carrying out a conversation if treated fairly. Ari was protective, but she was also clearly thinking that she didn’t want to hurt this poor guy any further, and they might be able to work it out safely.

And when they’d set up Lex and Valen in the backyard, the message from Ari had been clear: I trust your judgment. If you say he’s fine, I’ll believe he’s fine.

Lex could see Ari struggling to think up what to say now that they’d actually reached that point, though. Lex herself was struggling to contain a slew of curious questions for her strange new friend, wanting to hear everything about who he was and how he’d gotten to this point, but there would be time for that later.

“I-I’m sorry I locked you in a cage,” Valen blurted out.

“Hgn?” Ari gave him a befuddled look. Lex knew what she was thinking: I would have done the same thing. That was completely reasonable. “I mean…” said Ari, averting her eyes. “That was just kind of fair play. Y’know.” She cleared her throat. “Well, I–Given what all happened, I would say…”

Just apologize, Ari, Lex thought, bemused. It won’t kill you. You’re still plenty macho.

“Well, listen, dude, I… Sorry about…all that.” She looked ashamed. “I owe you one, so–so if there’s anything you need, you just let me know.”

Lex took a moment to look Valen up and down and take stock of what they actually had in their kitchen.

Okay, they had a vampire. A person. Who wanted to be a good person, and who hadn’t committed any crimes. Except for biting them, which Lex thought wasn’t really his fault. It was their fault. Okay. So this was sort of their responsibility. He was starved and weakened, very very scared, in clothes that were several sizes too big for his skeletal frame, beat to shit and back with open wounds all over his body, very tired by the look of it, and covered in dried, tacky blood, down his chin and up to his sunken cheekbones, down his front, half of it months old and rotting. One of his eyes was a charred, shriveled lump nestled among a burn across his face, he had cuts all up and down his limbs, burns in the shape of the muzzle, burns on his wrists, and probably plenty of broken bones they couldn’t see.

What would be the best thing to do?

“Let’s get you taken care of. What would you like to do first?” said Lex. Being in the enclosed space with him again drove home how bad he truly smelled, so a bath would probably be a good first step, then they could clean his wounds. “We can get you cleaned up–”

“F-feed,” he said instantly. “Pl-please allow me to feed. I’m so–so, I’m so hungry, please.” He shrank back instantly after the outburst, as if afraid of being reprimanded.

Oh, of course. Lex should have guessed that’d be what he wanted first. Luckily, when they’d been at the hospital, they’d convinced the hospital staff to let them have some donated blood from their stock, which they’d stowed in the fridge. All they’d needed to do was prove they were vampire hunters, and make up some excuse about how they were trying to set up a trap for a vampire and needed bait, and they’d been given as much as they wanted.

“Eager, huh,” said Ari, turning back to the fridge. She emerged with one of the bags of blood. “Well, it’s your lucky day, because…hello?”

Valen was frozen, knees quaking, as though he were deathly afraid asking had been a mistake, eyes glazed over.

“Hello?” said Ari, waving her hand in his face. “Earth to Dracula.”

His eyes snapped to her hand, then fell onto the blood.

“Like I was trying to say,” said Ari with a grin. “Today’s your lucky day, my man, cuz it turns out if you’re at a hospital to get stitches, all you need to do is flirt with the nurse a little bit, and tell her you’re vampire hunters, and fudge the explanation for what you’re going to use it for a little bit, and they’ll just give you some blood.”

“G-give it to me!” Valen snapped with uncharacteristic savageness, mouth screwing into a snarl. He immediately drew back, hand over his mouth, fearful expression returning.

“Hold on a second,” said Ari, drawing it back, and again Lex and Ari were in perfect synch with their thoughts.

Lex put a hand to his back. “Didn’t you throw up…before?” She’d been phasing in and out of consciousness, but she remembered a few things, which she’d recalled to Ari: he’d thrown up, and he’d gotten off a phone call to someone. They'd have to ask about that second part later.

“So how much of this do you think your stomach can handle?” said Ari. “Decide beforehand, so you don’t get carried away.”

“For a human who was breaking a fast, we would probably give them crackers or something,” said Lex. “Something light, so they don’t get sick. You know?”

“Do you want just a little bit, and we can wait a bit to give you more?” said Ari. “Or, maybe, I don’t know, we can thin it out with water or something?”

He looked like they’d just asked him to do quadratic equations in his head. His face was frozen in indecision, then: “If…if you dilute it with water…M-maybe half of that would be a good start. Thank you.”

Ari smiled. “There we go. Let’s give it a try.”

She turned and put the bag on the sink. Lex fetched her a drinking glass, then came back over to help Valen stand.

Ari lowered the bag into the sink to contain any spills, then cut it open with a pair of scissors.

The second the bag was open, something slammed into both of them from behind, claws and teeth thrashing violently, growling ripping through the air.

“Shit!” said Ari, regaining her balance. “Fuck!”

“Stop!” said Lex. “Valen, stop!”

His face twisted in anger, then dissolved into horror. Ari swept his leg and jammed him into an arm bar against the counter.

“Easy, easy!”

“Woah, woah–”

“Stop, stop–”

“I’ve got him.”

“We’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry!” he sobbed instantly. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I–I didn’t mean to–I didn’t mean to!”

He shifted under Ari’s weight, and Ari grabbed a handful of hair, pressing him down into the counter. He writhed, eyes locked on the blood now splashed in the sink, but Ari pulled him back.

“Please,” he wept. “Please just let me lick the sink, I’ll do anything, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please–please have mercy, please just let me–”

“Easy,” said Ari’s voice, and the legs behind him pressed into him even further, stifling his squirming. “Easy. Take it easy. Breathe. Sit still.”

It was the smell, they could both tell. The smell was making it impossible for him to control himself. He was that desperately hungry. Especially with him pinned to the counter right next to the sink. They needed to do something to bring him back down, so they could talk again. They wanted to feed him, but it was dangerous for all of them if he couldn’t control himself.

“Lex, turn the water on.” If the lingering blood was gone, maybe he could think more clearly.

“No,” Valen cried. “Please, please, please just let me–”

Lex started to get concerned at his desperation. Was he going to use persuasion again? He must know that wouldn't end well, right? The sun was up. He couldn't pull a repeat of what he'd done earlier. Please just trust us.

Lex turned on the faucet, rinsing the bag and sending the remaining blood down the drain. He tried to chase it, prompting Ari to pin his remaining wrist to the counter.

“This isn’t going to work if you can’t control yourself,” said Ari. “We’re trusting you to behave in a civilized way.”

“I’m sorry,” Valen said pathetically. “I–I–I–I didn’t mean to, I-I-I couldn’t control myself.”

“All right. Just stay still. Lex, are you hurt?”

“No, are you?”

“No.”

Lex let out a shaky breath, then rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s okay. See? You didn’t hurt us. We’re okay. You’re okay.”

“I’m–I’m–I’m sorry.”

Lex felt her heart breaking again. He clearly wanted so badly to behave himself, but his eyes were wide with such desperate hunger. “It’s all right. Don’t worry. We’re going to help you.”

Lex took stock again, with fresh eyes, of what they had in their kitchen. A person. A vampire. A desperate, starving, dangerous wounded animal. Of their own creation. Who would hurt them despite his own best intentions. They had to pull him back up out of the deep pit he’d been thrown into. They had to grab his hand and haul him back up out of the muck, they had to put on gloves and armor to stop the panicked kicking and screaming and clawing as they did so, because he was starved and half-feral and had no way to help himself besides lashing out at things he thought would hurt him. He could do nothing but lunge desperately, and he had no reason to believe anything would get better unless he was the one who made it happen.

They had to help him, and they had to take precautions to make sure all three of them stayed alive while that happened. He needed to be restrained, even if he didn’t want it, if he couldn’t stop himself from lunging.

“We’re going to help you,” said Ari. “But we’re going to do it in a way that doesn’t put me and Lex at risk. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand, I understand, sir–m-ma’am.”

Ah, there it was, the dreaded sir-ma’am that Ari was subjected to so often. She smiled wryly, then leaned over. “Because Lex lost a lot of blood, and if she loses more, or reopens her stitches, you could hurt her really badly.”

“I–I know, I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to–”

“We know you’re hungry,” said Lex, “and we know you’re scared, and in pain, and we know people do things they wouldn’t otherwise do when they’re scared and in pain and hungry.”

Valen sobbed.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you can hurt us even if you don’t mean to,” said Ari. “This might have been too big of a leap. We’ll do baby steps.”

“Th-thank you,” said Valen, body wracked with tremors. “Thank you, ma’am, thank you.”

“Lex, go get the muzzle.”

“No!” Valen cried, and Lex had to fight to keep herself together at his expression, his squirming. “Please, please, no! Please don’t put the muzzle back on! Please, please, I’ll do anything, anything, I’m begging you–”

“Relax,” said Ari. “Hey, relax. We’re not going to use the bit. You’ll still be able to talk. It’ll just be a barrier between you and lunging at us again. We know you didn’t do it on purpose, but we still need to prevent it from happening again.”

“But, Ari,” said Lex, dismayed, “the muzzle we have burns him.”

“Go get some duct tape too.”

Good old Ari. She always knew what to do right away. Lex pattered into the closet, rummaging through it to find the duct tape. She heard Ari and Valen talking softly to each other, his voice trembling and desperate, hers firm.

Lex put the duct tape and muzzle on the counter. “Go get the chain from outside, too," said Ari.

Lex nodded. She went out the back door, pulling the stake up from the yard and retrieving the chain.

She came back into the kitchen and started wrapping duct tape around the part of the chain that would be closest to him, then took the muzzle and curled tape over all the parts that would be touching his skin.

“All right,” said Ari. “Try not to panic. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Valen was rigid, sobbing hopelessly. It’s okay, it’s okay for real this time. It’s just temporary. It’s just temporary, sweetheart. It’s not like before.

Ari's hands eased up, returning him to a standing position. “There we go,” she cooed. “Nice and easy, now. Turn around, please.”

He did so, slowly. “All right,” said Lex. “You’re okay.”

“I’m going to attach the chain to this hook,” said Ari, gently running her finger along the metal collar still attached to his neck. “We’re not going to bind your hands. We’re just going to make it harder to bite and lunge, so you can stop yourself before you hurt us. Your hands will be free, and you’ll still be able to talk. Then you’ll get to eat.”

Shit, they didn’t have the key for the padlock on the metal collar around his neck. And they couldn’t ask Nick for it…Maybe they could figure out some way to get it off later. But for now…maybe they’d need to use it.

“Please,” said Valen tearfully. “I–I–I–” He choked, breaking off.

“Do you think you can handle that?” said Ari. “It’s just as long as you can’t keep yourself from lunging when you smell it. Okay? We’re leaving your hands free, we’re trusting you to work with us here. We know you want to feed without hurting us. Think you can handle that?”

“If you can’t, it’s OK to say so,” said Lex. “We’ll think of something else.”

“I can handle it,” he said. “I can–I can handle it, thank you, thank you for trusting me. I won’t bite you, I won’t use persuasion.” His chest hitched. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Lex put her hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for trusting us.”

She’d been half-afraid he wouldn’t have, that he would just use persuasion again as soon as he could, even after the conversation in the backyard. He didn’t have many options with it being daytime outside, not able to make another getaway like before, but he could have certainly tried. She squeezed his shoulder. Thank you, thank you. Thank you for letting us help you.

He flinched as Ari clipped a carabiner onto the ring on the collar. Lex handed her the silver chain. “Just stay still,” said Ari as she clipped the carabiner through the chain. “There we go. Good boy.”

He flushed with humiliation. Maybe Lex should ask Ari to stop doing that.

“Okay, let’s go into the living room,” said Ari.

Lex helped him walk as Ari led him out. They had him kneel in front of the radiator, where Ari connected the chain to the radiator with the combination lock from earlier. “There,” said Ari. “Does that feel okay?”

“Y-yes,” said Valen, curling up on the floor. “Th-thank you.” He could at any time unclip the carabiner and free himself, of course. That was the point. They had trust, now, maybe just a little. This was a tool to help all of them get him fed without anyone getting hurt, and he knew it.

“Okay,” said Lex, putting a few more loops of tape onto the parts of the muzzle that would touch his skin. “Are you ready for this, now?”

“Y-yes…No! Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”

“O-okay,” said Lex. “I’m going to put it on now.” If you’re actually ready…

Lex made sure all the parts that would inhibit his ability to speak had been removed, then approached, prompting Valen’s trembling to start up again. She gently slipped it on, then came behind him to do up the buckle.

He freaked out, pawing the muzzle off like a dog, sobbing and throwing it to the ground. He immediately wrung his hand and started apologizing. “I–I’m sorry, I tried not to–it was–it was a reflex–I’m sorry.”

“Okay, that’s okay,” said Lex. She gave him a reassuring touch and reached down to pick it back up. “Here, why don’t you take it, and put it on when you’re ready.”

He eyed the proffered device warily.

“You don’t have to put it on until you’re ready,” said Ari. “But we’re not going to feed you until you have it on. Okay?”

“O-okay,” said Valen. He took the device from her, and she stepped back. They both just watched him, giving him time.

He stared at the inside of the muzzle, clearly trying to control his breathing. He lifted it to his face with trembling hands, holding it there, fumbling with the belt with uncoordinated hands. “Can you–can you please–help me–”

Lex came over before he even finished asking, securing the buckle. “There, is that okay–”

“Let me–” Valen said, panic rising again. “Let me–j-j-j-just take it off again.”

Lex backed away. Valen struggled to undo the buckle, then eventually got it to snap off. The muzzle fell into his lap.

“All good?” said Ari, with a thumbs-up.

“Y-yes,” said Valen. “J-just let me…Just let me put it on and take it off a few times.”

He did so, getting gradually better at doing and undoing the buckle. Take your time, sweetheart. We’ll go when you’re ready. When you really believe the muzzle will come off when you want it to.

“O-okay,” he said, doing it up for the last time, and folding his hands in his lap. “I think I’m ready now. I think I’m ready. P-please.”

“All right,” said Ari. “You stay here. Me and Lex will bring it to you. Stay there, just like that. If you take the chain off, our priority goes from feeding you to restraining you. Got it?”

“Yes,” said Valen. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Lex and Ari went back into the kitchen, watching him out of the corner of their eyes. Ari took another bag of blood out of the fridge and repeated what she’d done before, setting it in the sink and cutting it open with scissors.

Just the same as before, there was an instantaneous response, him slamming to the full length of the chain, hissing and spitting, eyes dull with base animal intelligence, strangling himself to try and reach them. Maybe it was just their imagination, but it looked like his fangs had gotten longer, and his fingers sharper as he raked the floor.

“J-Jesus,” whispered Ari. She poured blood into a drinking glass, then ran some water into it, swirling it to mix.

She stuck a straw into the glass, then turned to assess Valen. He panted, still kneeling on the floor, his cheeks flushed, but he looked a little embarrassed, which meant he had the presence of mind to be embarrassed.

“All right,” she said, bringing it in. “Good job, you’re doing good. Back up a little bit.”

He shuffled backwards. Ari set the glass down on the floor next to his claw marks, within his reach, and then backed up. “All right. Go ahead. All yours. Drink it slowly, so you don’t get sick.”

Valen crawled forward, extending his hand to take the glass. His unsteady hand knocked it over instead, spilling the blood all over the wood floor. His face fell, looking like he was discovering new hopes he didn’t even know could be taken away. “I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” said Lex.

“We still have the other h–No.” This last part came as Valen knelt and tried to lick the blood off the floor, pressing the mesh muzzle into it. After a second, he wet his hands with the diluted liquid and tried to push it through into his mouth. “No, no, don’t do that.”

“Please–” said Valen as Ari came over and gently took the chain, hauling him back, sliding him across the wooden floor. “Please–just let me–”

“You don’t have to eat off the floor,” said Lex. “We'll get you a new glass.”

“Don’t lick the floor,” said Ari. “We don’t do that here. We’re all people. We all get treated like people. People don’t make other people eat off the floor.”

Part of Lex wanted to let him do it, he seemed to want it so badly. But she knew Ari was right. He’d already been humiliated enough as it was. He didn’t need to eat blood off the floor, through a muzzle, on top of all that.

Lex got some towels to wipe the spill up. No use making him look at it if they weren’t going to let him at it. Ari went back to the kitchen and ran more water, making another glass.

They’d try as many times as it took to get food into him. It was what he needed, and deserved, and it fell to them to make sure he got it. Lex’s soft-hearted compassion, and Ari’s sense of duty and responsibility both made them arrive at that answer independently.

Ari came back over, and both of them knelt in front of him. “Come here, big guy,” said Ari.

He tentatively crawled over, staying at arm’s reach, not further.

“Give me your hands,” said Ari.

He extended them out. Ari took one and used it to pull him closer, his thighs sliding across the wooden floor. Then, she put the glass in his hand, using both of hers to fix both of his onto the glass.

“You got it?”

“Y-yes,” he said. “B-but I’m not sure if I have the–hand strength to lift it to my mouth.”

Ari smiled gently. “That’s what the straw is for.”

Valen lowered his head, and Lex poked the straw the muzzle so he could start sucking the blood up.

The blood moved up the straw and into his mouth, and he shuddered. Tears welled in his eyes, and he let out small, overwhelmed sounds.

“There we go,” said Ari, as he continued to obediently sip. She removed one hand and stroked his hair. “Good boy.”

He shuddered and flushed.

“I’m not sure if he likes it when you do that,” said Lex.

Valen flushed even more deeply, averting his eyes.

“See, he’s embarrassed,” said Lex.

Ari huffed a laugh. “Lex, that’s exactly what you look like when I play with your hair and call you a good girl.”

It was Lex’s turn to blush. Oh god, really? Leave it to Ari to embarrass her in front of a vampire.

But he didn’t seem to care much. His eyes slid closed, enjoying the feeling of feeding straight from gentle hands touching him.

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shit-scfandom-did · 4 years ago

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so i have a few questions

1)i cannot understand how you ship k*ramel. their relationship was FILLED with toxicity. from mon-el failing over and over again to listen to what kara had to say to him basically telling her to give up being kara danvers. convincing her that "being supergirl and having you is enough” was absolutely horrible. karamel had their moments but overall it was toxic. then in s3 mon el was married and the whole point of season 3 was allowing them to move on. accepting the toxicity from s2 and pushing past that romanticized time. mon el was a better person by 3b but he was still married. even if mon el and imra did break up in the finale there’s no future for karamel. even during 5x13 kara went to ask on advice about lena. and when winn came to visit from the future not a word about him. she’s moved on and it just wouldn’t make sense for kara to end up with him.

2) how can you hate lena so so so much?? it’s been said over and over again that all she’s ever wanted to do is good. though she’s designed to be this morally grey character. she has FLAWS but that’s what makes her so good. she’s a victim of abuse and you can see her struggle with that especially in seasons 4 and 5. in 5 she definitely goes down a questionable path but how can you expect her not too? after being emotionally abused by her brother, betrayed by her family, andrea (this did happen before kara), and then eve. finding out that kara and EVERYONE she loves has betrayed her as well. I mean how could you not go mad?? and even when she “went mad” she was trying to rid humanity of PAIN. something she later realized was a necessary part of life. her hurt blinded her from reality and lex’s manipulation pushed her down further. she’s been hurt and broken so many times and while that’s not an excuse for what she’s done you have no sympathy for her and that I find appalling. lena has realized what she’s done is wrong, that she’s made mistakes, what she did to kara, and she will have to live with that isn’t that punishment enough? she’s apologized and is trying to make up for everything she’s done by saving the world (again). your unnecessary hate towards her infuriates me. cant you take a step back and see the whole picture?

3) why DONT you ship supercorp or accept the queerbaiting? (watch this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C2w2GBXd_Pg) They are the core relationship of the show while the danvers sisters are the heart. they’ve gone through so so much together and practically dated in early season 2. they love each other it’s just oh so apparent. i like to believe one of the reasons lena reacted so strongly in s5 is because she was in love with kara and she couldn’t handle the person she was in love with lying to her. and kara flew around the world to get lena’s favorite food!! if that’s not romantic idk what is. I feel like you’ve developed such a clouded view of supercorp that you need to take a step back and understand what lena is the love of kara’s life.

wow what a long message. im not here to hate. im here to inform & undertand. i get it. karamel had their moments and even MY perception of them might be a little cloudy. im not going to hate you for liking them. hell I even shipped them for a little! my brother thinks 3b mon el and kara would’ve been perfect but he understands that supercorp is just where the show is leading and he wants them to be endgame. but what I will hate is your hate. what’s the point of all this? this thread, this account is going to do NOTHING. so why bother? I debated sending this and I hope I’m not too harsh at times but I really wanna see what you say. I hope you can open your eyes to lena and supercorp. maybe even become a supercorp shipper yourself!

- thanks and supercorp endgame 💙❤️

First of all, if you want to discuss ships in the future send this type of anons to facepalming-since-chernobyl, this blog is not for this, but for gathering receipts.

1.I just ship it, I don’t get why you have to understand it. It’s shipping. But if you insist:

No, it was not filled with toxicity. Count me when he failed to listen to her when they were in a relationship. Secondly, he is not a dog, he has his brain, he is his own person. People don’t always do what others asked them to do. It’s not slavery.

He has NEVER said to her to give up being Kara Danvers. How did he exactly convince her? How can you read the scene that he convinced her that being supergirl and having him is erasing Kara Danvers? In this scene he supports anything SHE WANTS to do. Also, Kara Danvers doesn’t equal Kara being a reporter in CatCo. On that moment she had her blog. She change people’s live with it like a real reporter. She took the risk and met consequences of her actions aka being fired by Snapper. Also, remind me who told her to create a blog? With your logic Lena was erasing Kara Danvers too.

Friendly reminder that he was forced to the marriage to keep peace. Also, friendly reminder Imra and the Legion out him in this situation without telling him about her plans. She and Brainiac put him there, knowing exactly how much he loved Kara and how much she meant to him. Imra knew that, that’s why she asked him to stay and solve his feelings. She said if he had come back, she would have known he had no doubts. But he wanted to stay, that’s why they broke up. He came back because once again he sacrificed himself for the greater good, like a real hero. Maybe watch the Argo eps because they clearly show that no, it was no about moving on.

It was not accepting about so called toxicity. First of all, she already forgave him that he lied. Secondly, all of she was screaming in that scene, when she was infected with M’rynn’s powers, happened before they got together and it was already approached in the musical ep. Aka, this scene had no point.

There is no future for karamel because you say so?

Kara went to asked him, because she truly believed and trusted him and his judgment. And yes, she asked about Lena and what did he said? That Kara deserved the same compassion she gives others, something Lena never gave her. And sorry, I know all scs scream the 100 ep was about sc, but it was about Kara fully realizing she is not responsible for Lena’s horrible choices. That’s it. And friendly reminder she called her a villain in the last scene. Also, the ep showed than no matter what, Lena always ends screwing something, because she has too big ego, always knows better, doesn’t stand criticism and doesn’t trust anyone.

It doesn’t make sense for you. Suit yourself.

2.Her fans made me hate her :) Thanks to them and how they excuse her every horrible action, how they treat her as a victim, while she abuse everyone etc. I started to watch her more carefully. And well, she is a horrible, white, privileged capitalist, who plays god, judge, jury, has mommy issues and acts like typical Luthor while crying she is not one, while still using Luthors money and resources.

Yeah, many people want to make good and end doing evil things. Common people pay for their sins, she has never. Since allowing hostile Daxamite army to invade the Earth (also, her portal affected the other aliens who destroyed the NC), producing a device that could recofnize aliens without their consent (and it was used by Children of Liberty,)producing and lying about Kryptonite, trying to make people superpowered without any supervision, killing Adam during illegal experiment, supporting openly alienphobic president and in a way Agent Liberty, killing Lex and then blaming Kara and finally manipulating Kara for months, lying, gaslighting, yelling, making her steal Lex journal, trying to lobotomize her and tortured with kryptonite, hurting every way possible, physically and mentally. Working with mass murderer, enslaving 3 people (kidnapping Eve, without her consent putting AI into her mind, basically RAPING her brain and making her a puppet in her own body; enslaving end experimenting on Malefic and Russel – threatening to kill him to steal Andrea’s necklace) – none of it are flaws. It was horrible abuse and violating every human right and the fact some people excuse it is disgusting.

First of all, being victim of abuse doesn’t give you the rights to HURT other people. The fact I have to explain pains me. Secondly, what abuse exactly? Lillian didn’t love her? Lex kidnapped her? Said he was going to kill her? You know what? Winn HAD HORRIBLE past and he didn’t turn into a murderer. Mon-El was abused by his mother and never tortured Kara with Kryptonite. J’onn killed a lot of white martians but last time I checked he doesn’t feel good about it. Also, never said the things he has done were GOOD. See a difference?

Yeah, and all of it, still doesn’t give her the rights to torture people. Also, friendly reminder she lied to Supergirl about Kryptonite in s3, much before the whole drama. Remember how she destroyed the life of a girl that stole boyfriend in middle school? It clearly shows she always had THAT in her. Plus, sorry not sorry, if she wanted different life, outside her family she could have easily done that. She was in Star City, with Jack, doing her researches, making her career. And she threw it all away, because she WANTED to be a Luthor.

Plus, sorry not sorry, if you feel betrayed and hurt because your friend didn’t tell you something she didn’t OWE you, you go to therapy, not trying to lobotomize entire planet.

Mate, she wanted to lobotomizer entire humanity, without ANYONE’S consent, because SHE, one single Lena, felt hurt. This is playing a GOD. Nothing explains it.

Planning a cold ass revenge for months is not being blinded by feelings.

Once again, even if could argue about how many times she was broken, most of that was a white privileged life she chose herself but whatever, it still doesn’t excuse her. All of she has done should meet consequences. Paying for shit you have done, accepting it, fully realizing what you have done is a part of redemption. Still in s5 she didn’t even apologize to Kara. Because she still didn’t understand what she has done and doesn’t feel sorry about it.

Feel appalled as much as you want, because I’m not going to feel sorry for a white, privileged woman who has never paid for her actions and is basically a living avatar of the worst Karen you can imagine.

She realized Lex was using her horrible experiments (remember? She experimented on puppies too) to his own agenda, that’s why she went to Kara. That’s not grasping a thing. Mhm, if you call that an apology then suit yourself. She is not saving the world, she is helping once again other people fixing the shit she created.

Feel infuriated as much as you want, because I don’t care? Especially when it comes from a person who tells others to take a step back while being totally narrow minded about Mon-El and karamel.

3.Because actors, prodcuers, writers call SC a female friendship. Mel did that in her last interview. See whatever you want but maybe stop forcing people to ship a horribly abusive ship.

Well… no. Kara is the heart and soul of the Supergirl. Alex is her most important relationship. Lena is an important friend, who doesn’t deserve it yet, but we all know Kara is the Paragon of Hope so of course she is going to forgive her.

I know you people think sc dated because they breathed in one room, but in s2 Kara dated, had sex, kissed, cuddled and enjoyed her time with Mon-El.

Yeah, they love each other as friends. It was said more than once.

That’s your delusion, you are free to do it.

Kara done that to Alex too, so you are saying she is romantically in love with her sister or something? If bringing people food is romantic and damn, most of the people I know loves me, god.

No, lena is not Kara’s love of her life.

Cool, you are not going to hate me because I ship karamel, I’m touched.

Sorry that you are going to be super disappointed in the end of the show I guess.

You will hate my hate – what’s the point of it?

Once again, because I don’t think you understand the point of this blog or read the description – it’s gathering receipts of assholes who cross tag and hate on the actors. Maybe go and search #gross hate or #cast hate on this blog so you can see how amazing your fandom is. Have fun.

I would rather eat my own shit than starting shipping the victim of abuse with her abuser.

Thanks and no :)

#anons

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supercorpkid · 4 years ago

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Mind Controlled – The Series.

Part 2 – Pull the trigger.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Lex Luthor x Niece!Reader.

Word count: 2300.

Warning: Injuries, violence, pain, angst.

Previously on the series - part 1

You land on the same room, on the same building, waiting for Lex's voice to come out of the speaker with further instructions. You’re ready to do whatever he asks from you.

“You’re back, my bösewicht.” You hear his voice sometime later. “I presume you have done a good job leaving your mothers wrecked?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Such an obedient little monster. A Super with a Luthor’s brain. Why has no one thought about this before? Oh yes, I have. But they called me a mad man for it, and yet here you are.” And there you are. Standing still, staring at a wall, waiting for more orders. “In that stupid outfit, dear Lord, why would anyone be dressed in those stupid clothes?”

You look down on your super suit. You do look stupid. This stupid skirt, horrible boots, long sleeve shirt so tight if you were human, it would mark your skin. It makes you so sick you want to rip it off of your body.

“Nevertheless, with you playing pet for me, I can do whatever I want even still in jail.” The static comes again, but Lex doesn’t stop talking. “I should’ve known Lena would be greedy and want a smart and powerful kid. But I hadn’t had confirmation, that was until mother came here to visit and told me all about you. So impressed with her little granddaughter.” He lets out a chuckle. “I can’t imagine how infuriated she’ll be once she finds out it was her, who gave me the idea to mind control you.”

You think about Lillian, and how impressed she is with you. You give yourself a cocky smile. She should be impressed, you are impressive.

“Kryptonians might have strong minds, but Luthors? We’re unfortunately just humans. So my bright sister didn’t think that having a powerful kryptonian daughter with a susceptible mind wasn’t a good idea?” He scoffs. "Oh, Lena. You may try, but you will never be smart like me.”

There’s a loud breathing sound.

“That’s enough of chatting. I have better things for you to do, my bösewicht. You’ll break me out of jail when it’s time, but first-” There’s a wicked little pause. “Let’s destroy the Super name.”

Your body is suddenly filled with rage and wrath. You want to destroy everything. You want to drop a bomb in everyone’s head. You want to make them suffer.

“That’s it. Use your rage. Destroy National City, scare them, let them see you in your worst form. Let them fear the Supers, and then, come for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

You fly off the window, looking for a place to start. You want to cause damage, you want them to be scared of you, whoever they may be.

You start off by using your heat vision to draw the ‘House of El’ symbol in the middle of the park, so they know who’s responsible for all that it is coming their way. You watch the grass burning, the form coming along and your heart beats fast, enthusiastic.

You didn’t even start the destruction part yet, and this already feels fulfilling. You know exactly where to go next.

You fly to your training center and you look down. This stupid-ass place gives you no good memories at all. You got beat up, got yelled at, got annoyed every time your powers didn’t work like they were supposed to, got angry at people looking at you thinking you weren’t good enough. You remember their disapproving looks; you remember the tiniest of sighs you’ve heard.

Fuck them all.

Your heat vision hits the ground, and your heart gets heavy, but your powers never stop. You can almost taste the feeling of being a disappointment in your mouth. And it gets you incredibly proud of yourself. You want to disappoint them. Them being proud of you means nothing at all.

You look down on the entire place up in flames. This is the right thing. Destroying this place will send them a message. You are not their little pet anymore. They can’t keep you under a leash, pretending you’re not powerful and fucking special. You’re so fucking special, even Lex wants your powers.

It’s not long until Supergirl flies in front of you. You smirk at her looking down. There’s a powerful feeling cursing through your veins. You know she can see it too. Your hair blowing in the wind, your stupid super suit moving almost in slow motion, your eyes burning of rage with little flames dancing in the dark of your enlarged pupils.

“I believe you owe me an apology.” It’s the first thing you say, after unclenching your jaw. “You called me weak.” You spit, disgusted. “You were mistaken.”

“Deeply.” Kara agrees looking down, and you notice the cars from the DEO stopping, people getting out of them in desperation, trying to put out the fire. That makes you so happy. She looks back at you. “Is this what this whole thing is about? You’re trying to prove to me you’re strong, after all this time?”

“Trying?” You scoff, then your face goes back to a frown. “I don’t need to prove myself. Especially not to someone who uses her powers to stop bank robberies instead of having the world under her firm grip.”

“I know you’re not my daughter.” Kara comes a little bit closer; you don’t move. You’re not scared of her, but she should be scared of you. “Are you bizarro?”

“You’re too far consumed in this battle of ego to see right in front of you.” You tilt your head, letting a creepy smile dangle on your lips. “Don’t you recognize your little one, mommy?”

“If that’s the case, then I have to stop you either way, little one.” Kara does her whole superhero pose and you laugh at her.

“You can’t. You don’t have the stomach.” You look down to the ground and you see Lena there. “I see, you won’t be the one doing it. Clean hands, right? Let the Luthor hurt the Kryptonian. It’s the natural order of things.”

“I’m sorry, my love. It has to be done.” Supergirl flies towards you in one motion. You still try to fly away, but she is a little faster, so she grabs you easily. You push her, punch her, you even pull her hair, but she doesn’t let go.

She lands on the floor with you wrapped in her arms, and Lena comes closer. Kryptonite gun in hand. Soon, you’re surrounded by agents with their own guns. Supergirl lets you go, flying above you, but not leaving, in case you decide to make a run for it.

You look at Lena. Gun in hand. You listen to her heartbeat going crazy and you smile at her.

Let’s play, mom.

“Do it.” You dare. “I want to see you pull that trigger. I want to see you hurt your own daughter with Kryptonite.”

“I don’t want to do this, baby.” Lena assures you, taking a small step towards you. “I promise you, I’ll figure out what’s going on with you. You just have to come with me.”

“You’ve always known, haven’t you?” You lock eyes with watery green eyes behind the gun. “You’ve always known someday the Luthor genes would shine through. Because no matter how good the Super gene is, the Luthor one is worse. So, so bad. Rotten to the core. You’ve always known I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“I’ve told you before. We are not Luthors. We are Luthor-Danvers, and that means something. Please, stand down. Let me look at you.”

“Tell me to stand down one more time and I’ll throw-” You look at one guy on your left and point at him. “That guy into space.”

“Baby.” It’s Lena’s last try, you can see it in her face. You can see the way her finger presses lightly at the trigger. You also hear how that makes everyone else do the exact same movement.

“I’m not going to run away. But I won’t surrender, either.” You defy her. “If you want me to go with you, then you have to do it. You have to pull the trigger and you have to live with the guilt all your life.”

“I’m sorry it has come to this, baby.” But her face doesn’t hold much sentiment, nor does she lower her weapon. “But you know I have to do this. You can’t go on pulling stunts like this. You can’t keep thinking there are no consequences to your actions.”

“You are not sorry.” You smirk. “Don’t try to play me for a fool, Lena.” It’s the way her name leaves your mouth that makes her flinch. “I know you’re dying to pull that trigger and be the one who tamed a Kryptonian once again. It’s what all Luthors want in the end.”

She pulls the trigger, making you fall on the floor in pain, after a blast of kryptonite hits your chest.

“You should be so satisfied now.” You whimper. Kryptonite filling your body. “You’ve used kryptonite on your wife, and now on your daughter. It’s a full circle, isn’t it?” You spit out your words.

Lena puts you in handcuffs that strip you off of your powers, and strokes your cheeks gently. Eyes full of tears and instant regret.

“I’m bringing you back, my baby. I promise you.” She whispers delicately, like she’s not even talking to you anymore, but maybe to the memory she has of you.

But the two agents that come from behind you don’t pick you up delicately. In fact, they seem very pissed at you, and you’re shoved into the back of a van where Alex is.

“Aunt Alex.” You start with your bitchy tone and Alex breathes deep.

“Listen kiddo, I’m not in the mood.” She shakes her head, upset. “You just caused us millions of dollars in damages, Kara is a wreck, and don’t even get me started on Lena.” Alex raises her eyes from her tablet. “I know you’re not yourself, that’s why I don’t give a fuck about this. You start talking? That gag goes in your mouth in a second. Don’t think you can play me like you did with your moms.”

“I think the story would be really different if Lena hadn’t cuffed me and stripped me off of my powers.” You raise an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact. “You’re scared of me too.”

“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?” Alex smiles unbothered. “I’ve dealt with things much worse, and much scarier than you and your babyface.” She grabs the gag and looks at you. “Now shut it, or I’ll make you.”

You decide to shut up. Your quarrel isn’t with Alex and the last thing you want it’s to be shut up. The best course of action is going willingly, and working something up in the DEO, because you know for sure there is where they’re taking you.

It’s Alex who shoves you inside of a cell, when you get there. Locks the glass door, and turns on some red sun lamps. You bite your mouth at the idea of it. They are very scared of you; they keep finding ways to strip you off of your powers.

It takes a few minutes until you hear talking on the other side of the glass. You can’t see them, or hear them well enough, but there’s one voice that stands out. You bitch grin to yourself.

Let’s play, momma.

"Mommy” You use your best and sweetest voice. Kara comes closer to the glass cell, and you stare at her from the other side. You want to destroy this place brick by brick until there’s nothing left, but you know if you’re aggressive about it, they won’t let you out. “Please, let me out. Can you open the door, please?"

"Kid, I'm sorry but we have to understand what's-" Kara starts, but you interrupt her.

"I'm begging you, please, please mommy." You drop on your knees. Tears falling from your eyes, and that act allures a crowd. Lena and Alex soon join Kara on the other side.

"Baby, I'm sorry." Kara gasps, and you watch Lena’s hand squeezing her shoulder reassuring. “You know I want to-”

"You said you would protect me. This isn't protection.” Your tears stop falling, you’re angry again. The act isn’t working. You clench your fist, using all the strength you have, trying to focus so the anger doesn’t consume you. You feel the palms of your hands burning, with nails digging into your flesh. “Please, this isn’t fair. Mom, please, do something.”

"I swear this is for your own good." Lena takes a deep breath, not buying into what you’re saying. Great. You’re done faking either way.

“FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT OF THIS CELL!” You bang on the cell, screaming as loud as you can. You see your blood leaving hand-shaped marks on the glass. Your scream is loud, but the banging is louder.

“Baby, please, you have to calm down.” You hear Kara’s voice trying to sooth you. It gets you angrier.

"FUCK YOU TOO! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT NOW!" They look at the blood splashed onto the glass. Your face is burning red, and Kara flinches at the sight of you. Lena doesn't, so you know your best shot is with your momma. "Kara, I swear if you don't open this cell right now, I will hate you until the day I die."

“That’s enough.” You hear Alex’s voice and the glass turns black. You can’t see them on the outside, and you know they can’t see inside either. You can’t hear their voices, so you suspect they’re not listening to your unrelenting yell anymore.

Fuck. You need a new escape plan.

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wizisbored · 3 years ago

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girl help im being plagued by thoughts. i was gonna make this a post, but considering how this is so niche, I thought i'd just send this to you by ask

anyways so im having hf/bj thoughts and i absolutely love beej being a bastard, however I'm having thoughts of like 'ok so canon is the same but it just happened in hatchetfield instead of Connecticut and beej is Not a Bastard'

most of my thoughts are revolving around lydia and Hannah meeting up and being like 'able to see weird shit' solidarity like-

Hannah: I've got a spider goddess from this other dimension who protects me named webby

Lydia: I've got a shithead demon who protects me most of the time except if I go into the witchwoods bc "if you're stupid enough to go into the witchwoods, you deserve whats comin for ya"

Hannah, frustrated: I wish for once lex or ethan would believe me about webby, the visions, anything!

Lydia, no hesitation: Summon a demon. There's no way anyone would've believed me otherwise. Actually, y'know what that's a lie, Delia might've but Dad needs a literal demon summoning to believe me about that kind of thing

Hannah: Oooh yeah good idea, hey webby-

Webby: nO-

Hannah: recently, I've been getting these really cryptic and kinda scary messages from webby about those wiggly dolls recently

Lydia: Oh that guy? I think he owes beej money

Anyways idk where im going with this, I just like the idea of the two of them vibing together without the imminent threat of the hive and bastard beej looming over them plus the thought of maitlands going protective ghost parent mode on pamela brings me great joy

apologies for letting this sit in my inbox for so long but with The News i figured i should dig it out and hrng yes lydia and hannah fuck yes lydia being a terrible influence is hilarious also wiggly needs to up his doll sales because othwise beej is entering the black and while with a baseball bat and taking out wileys kneecaps

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night-fallz · 4 years ago

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I'll do anything for you

(A female Jason Todd fanfic)

Jayla knew what the other vigilantes thought of her. In their eyes, she was nothing but a reckless, impulsive, murderer who they only kept around because she was a valuable ally.

A valuable soldier.

And even though it hurts her to know that her family will never love her unless she quits her current lifestyle, she’ll do anything for them. No matter the price.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

The Price You Have To Pay

Lex Luthor was a man with many enemies. And because of that, his private office was a highly secured facility.

You’d have to pass dozens of security protocols before you could even step foot in the building.

But considering the fact that his security team caught a little bird with his wannabe team of superheroes sneaking around, he suspected that he would be getting a visitor soon.

A hot vigilante with dark hair that also contained a stubborn streak of white, perhaps.

He could hear small footsteps getting louder.

Lex leaned forward just as the door swung open. Red Hood walked in like she owned the place.

He eyed her up and down, trying to hide the smirk that was beginning to form as he felt the tension between them steadily rise.

“You know that ignoring the dress code isn’t really a good way to start our negotiations.” Lex drawled, impatiently tapping his fingers against his desk.

Red removed her helmet before raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, “I wasn’t about to walk into your building half-naked.”

“Good thing that no one’s here to see you then.”

Red’s plump lips formed a pretty scowl, “Lex.”

“Hood.”

Lex didn’t know how long they stared at each other before Red gave in, shutting her eyes as she allowed a seductive smile to grace upon her face.

This time, Lex couldn’t hold back his grin. “You know what to do.”

She didn’t protest as she slowly took off her clothes, leaving her with only a pair of matching dark red lingerie.

No matter how many times he saw her like this, Lex still felt like he forgot how to breathe.

The heroes might hate her, but even they won’t be able to deny the fact that her beauty is unmatched. One could even go as far and say that her looks pass Wonder Woman's.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

“Are you done staring at me?” The amusement laced in her voice brought him out of his trance.

A predatory glint appeared in his eyes, “For now.”

Red leaned forward. “What do you want, Lex?” Her voice was soft as her lip curled upwards.

Without even thinking, he grabbed her hips. Dragging her entire body towards the older man so that she was straddling him. “Now we can talk.”

Even though her domino mask was still on, Lex knew her well enough to know that she was rolling her eyes. “Perv,” she couldn’t help but laugh out as she shifted to a more comfortable position.

“I’m more of an opportunist than a pervert, darling. I mean, no one with a brain could ever resist this sight?” He slapped her ass before giving her a mocking smile. “One day, I’m going to wreck your body with all the other suitors you have until the only thing you’ll remember is how good it feels to be under our control.”

The vigilante let out a surprised breath of air, “As fun as that sounds, it probably won’t happen.” He felt her calloused, yet still, somehow soft fingers trail over his chest, “Considering my expertise, you should know how expensive I can be.”

He squeezed her ass, “Then I guess it’s a good thing that we’re some of the richest people in the world.”

She ignored his last remark, “What do you want, Lex.”

“Come on, Red.” he groaned in annoyance, “It was just starting to become fun.”

She shot him an irritated look, “Sorry,” she said, not sounding apologetic at all, “But I’m in a bit of a time crunch right now.”

Lex sighed, for once letting it go. He knows how much of a rough time she’s been having with her other coworkers.

He swears that superheroes are never satisfied.

“What do you want,” she repeated. This time, he could hear a bit of impatience leaking in her voice.

“This one shouldn’t be as difficult as the other agreements we’ve had over the past few months,”

“Just say it,” Red interrupted.

“In a few weeks, there’s going to be a convention in Dubai. And we all know how dangerous these meetings can be sometimes.”

“If by dangerous, do you mean boring?” Red’s voice cut in as rested her head on his shoulder. “You just need someone to entertain you.” she teasingly accused.

“You caught me.” he said dryly, “This convention is going to last at least a week, so prepare your excuse or something.”

Red leaned away from him, “Excuse for what? No one will even notice that I’m gone.” she waved off, “Unless there’s a mission that the bats can’t solve, of course. But even then, it barely ever happens, so I’ll be fine.”

For some reason, hearing those words come out of her mouth made his jaw clench. “Yet every time a hero is in a situation where they won’t be able to win, you still try your hardest to bargain for their life.” He scoffed, “Even though they can’t even bother to treat you decently.”

Red refused to meet his eyes as she clenched her fists. “It’s not their fault. You know that they can’t trust me after what I’ve done.”

“But you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I tried to kill-“

Lex let out a harsh laugh, “If you wanted to kill them, you would’ve.”

Red flushed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raised an eyebrow as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Really? Cause I know about all the training you went through with the League of Assassins. You were holding back. You tried to keep the madness of the pit at bay.” she still refused to meet his gaze, her eyes stubbornly staying on the floor. “And because they’re all well- alive, you succeeded.”

Red shifted, her ass grinding against his cock. She leaned forward and he felt her lips brush against his neck, “Stop talking.” she softly muttered.

Lex gently pushed her away, he was not done talking about this subject. “Do they know?” he questioned. “Do they know that if you wanted them dead, they would be? Do they know-“

She gripped his shirt, “Stop.”

He ignored her, she needed to hear this. “With how badly they treat you, one would wonder why you go to such extreme lengths to help them. They don’t even care about you. They’re only-“

“Please.” Red’s voice wavered, filled with insecurity. Her hands were still tightly clenching onto his shirt. “Just- just stop.” she pleaded.

Lex froze, finally realizing just how much his words affected her. His face immediately softened. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her. He just wanted to show her that they weren’t worth her time.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. He carefully lifted her chin so that his eyes would meet hers. “What I said was uncalled for. I should’ve phrased it better.”

She gave him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “It’s fine.” Lex didn’t know who she was trying to convince, him or her. “You aren’t exactly wrong.”

“No, it isn’t fine. I really am sorry, my little agnar.” He ignored how her whole face seemed to turn red at the nickname, “I shouldn’t have been so-“ he searched his head for the right word. “-inconsiderate about your feelings.”

Red only nodded, “Is there anything else you need for the release of my brother and his team?”

“I’ll also need you to pay for all the damage they caused,” he admitted.

“Again?” When he nodded, she only sighed and got off his lap. “Okay, I’ll send you the money soon.”

“Do try and get these heroes in line, Red. Some people have plans, and it’ll be so much easier to complete them when a group of teenagers playing superheroes aren’t around to mess it up.”

Red only gave him a smirk, her small breakdown already forgotten. “You know that I can’t do that. If you have any complaints, you can always report it to the Justice League.”

“As if they’d actually do something about it.”

Red laughed, “You aren’t wrong. They preach about saving the world, yet they ignore all the damages they’ve inflicted when they do just that.”

“Since you’re in a bit of a time crunch, I think I might just let you go now.” He licked his lips as he gave her body another attentive glance, “Just a warning though, our next meeting will probably be more intense than this one.”

She gave him a mischievous look, “Is that a promise?”

“You know it.”

She gave him a final smile before bending down to grab her clothes, then walking away as her hips slowly swayed from side to side.

She didn’t even bother to put them on.

Even though he could no longer see her face, he knew that she was smirking. The vigilante was aware of his body’s reaction towards hers.

Lex dropped onto his chair, moving to try and hide his erection before his eyes started drifting towards the office camera.

He couldn’t hold back a grin as a plan started to form in his head.

If there was one thing that Lex was sure of- it was that the bats were naturally suspicious. If the little bird and his team were suddenly free and were able to escape his building without much trouble, they would start to become skeptical.

He wasn’t known for being intelligent for nothing.

Lex would prove to Red that she deserved better.

She doesn’t owe those heroes anything.

Despite everything that she’s done for them, they still tore out the feathers of her damaged wings until she could no longer fly.

Lex could forget Superman for a while. This was a more crucial matter.

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So what do you guys think? Should I continue this or should I just leave it here? Feel free to comment your thoughts, along with any criticism or suggestions you have. I love to read them!

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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don't wanna lose this with you

hello friends I told the group chat I would post this when... well anyways enjoy.

xoxo nina

The moment happens almost too quickly for him to believe it’s real. He’s typing up a chart, about to tell his interns to run labs when she floats across his peripheral vision. He’d recognize her anywhere, always had been able to, but he wasn’t expecting her here. Her hair was shorter, blonde highlighting the normally dark brown color. Her tanned skin popped against the dark grey scrubs she wore, eyes glued to the tablet in front of her. Before he can stop himself, Alex finds himself calling out to her, her eyes darting up in surprise as she moves away from the nurses station to look back at him.

That’s when he sees it, the all too obvious swell of her stomach stretching against her scrubs. She looks like a deer in headlights as their gazes meet, eyes wide and watering. He wants to walk over and fold her into his arms and ask a million questions and apologize profusely all at once, but she’s turning and running the other way before he has a chance.

Alex can barely concentrate the rest of the day, his mind stuck on the vision of Jo standing in the same hallway as him sporting a sizable baby bump. He has no idea why she’s in San Francisco, much less working in a children’s hospital of all places, but he’s grateful that she is and that he just so happened to see her. Lost in his thoughts he barely registers the door of his office opening and closing, the sound of the lock clicking into place startling him from his daze.

Jo is standing with her back pressed against the door, eyes trained on him as silence surrounds them. She’s changed out of her scrubs, her baby bump all the more noticeable with her t-shirt and cardigan combo. Her feet are shifting as if she’s uncomfortable, not with the situation but as if she’s in pain. Her features are schooled and neutral, but Alex doesn’t miss her fingers kneading her back or the slow shallow breaths she takes.

“Sit down, you’ve probably been on your feet all day,” Alex is expecting Jo to bite back with a stubborn remark but instead she silently complies, lowering herself into one of the chairs across from him with a relieved sigh. Her fingers stretch out across her stomach and he can’t help but watch in awe as she attempts to calm the baby beneath her skin.

There’s a silence between them as they sit across from each other. It’s the closest they’ve been in months but it still feels like an ocean’s length between them. Alex watches Jo for a moment before speaking up, “What’re you doing here? Why aren’t you in Seattle?”

“I switched specialties, to OB,” Jo shrugged, eyes focusing on her fingers that are still rubbing circles into her belly. “I had a chance to do an OB residency at UCSF so I took it. I just… I needed to get away from Seattle. I’m here because I was checking up on one of the babies I delivered. What are you doing here?”

The question almost makes Alex laugh, “Izzie’s husband was offered a job as chief of oncology. It made sense for them and the children’s hospital needed a chief so… Here I am.”

Before he even finishes his sentence Jo is chuckling, the sound coming out softly until it turns into full on laughter. Alex stares at her in confusion watching as her laughter turns into loud sobs, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to catch her breath, “You’re so stupid Alex! You’re freaking ridiculous!”

Alex watches helplessly as Jo’s sobs continue to sound out, knowing that she wouldn’t be pleased if he got up to console her. Instead he sits and waits for her to continue talking, knowing he owes her at least that much.

“You left me all alone in Seattle with an empty loft and divorce papers and a freaking baby and you don’t even have the decency to be with the woman you said you loved, the woman you told me you left me for,” Alex can’t tell if Jo is sobbing or laughing at this point, the sounds coming from her wrenching his heart. “You left me! I didn’t think I’d ever see you again because you left after you told me you never would. You told me you were in love with someone else but now you’re here and-“

Alex can’t help it that time as he rounds his desk and kneels in front of Jo, his arms coming up to pull her into his embrace. Her cries don’t stop as he holds her but he takes her arms wrapping around his neck as a sign that not all hope is lost.

“Alex? You never call, is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, the kids are fine. I was just wondering if you could pick them up today.”

“Sure, I’m off today,” there’s a pause before Izzie speaks up again. “Are you sure everything is okay? With you I mean?”

Alex’s eyes float to Jo who’s curled up on his couch, one hand resting on her stomach as she sleeps, “No. Well I mean yes just… complicated. I’ll explain when I pick up Eli and Lex on Friday. Thanks again.”

“Take care of yourself Alex. See you Friday.”

Alex hangs up quickly, thankful for Izzie’s understanding. The uptight and inquisitive Izzie he had known so many years ago was gone, replaced by a laidback and easy going woman. He blamed their children for that, the set of twins so rambunctious and full throttle that he knows the old Izzie would’ve gone crazy trying to contain them. Now though she managed their hyper spurts and six year old craziness with a two year old on her hip and every hair still in place. How she does it Alex will never know.

His eyes trail to Jo, who had turned to her other side so he could see her face again. Even asleep she looks stressed and exhausted, like she hasn’t been able to sleep peacefully in months. Alex kneels next to the couch, letting his hand rest next to hers on her stomach. A firm kick echoes under his palm, the baby below it moving languidly in their mother’s womb as he cherishes the movement.

“I just got them to settle down,” Jo’s voice startles him, his eyes snapping back up to her face as the baby continues to move around. “They’ve been moving around like crazy the last couple days, probably running out of room.”

“Do you know the gender?”

Jo shakes her head, eyes closing again as her hand shifts to cover Alex’s. She hasn’t told him exactly when but he assumes she’s due soon. He’d left Seattle almost seven months ago now, meaning Jo must have gotten pregnant right before he left. His heart sinks at the realization that not only had he missed witnessing all of Jo’s pregnancy firsthand but he hadn’t been able to help or support her either.

“I don’t need you Alex, I can do this by myself,” Jo’s words snap Alex out of his daze, scanning her face and watching her intently as she avoids his gaze. “I’ve been doing this on my own for seven months and I don’t need you now.”

He knows she’s right, if anyone knows what a fighter Jo is it’s him. Alex knows full well that she doesn’t need his help or support with their child no matter how desperately he wants to be there for her. If she decides to walk away from him after everything he’d done she would and there would be no stopping her.

“I don’t need you… but I want you here,” the crack in her voice has Alex leaning up to wipe at the tears that streak her cheeks, her own fingers moving to curl around his. “Please don’t leave again. I don’t want to do this without you, I know I could but I don’t want to. Please Alex.”

He doesn’t waste any time in leaning down and bringing Jo into his embrace, holding her close to his chest as sobs wrack her body. The guilt that has been weighing so heavily on him finally crashes down as he holds her, his grip tightening as he reassures her, “I’m not leaving again, I promise. I’m so sorry Jo, I’m not going to leave you I swear.”

“That’s what you said last time Alex, I can’t handle it if you leave me again,” Jo pulls back from his embrace, meeting his eyes solemnly. “It’s not just me anymore, you can’t just walk away again. I want… I want so badly to trust you again and to raise our baby together but I’m also really scared. I’m putting a lot on the line trusting you.”

Alex pauses for a moment, eyeing Jo as he processes everything she’s unloaded onto him. When he finally speaks again, he’s more sure of his words than he has been of anything ever, “I’m not gonna promise you anything, I don’t deserve that privilege anymore. But I swear that everyday I’ll try my hardest to show you how much you mean to me. You and our baby… you’re everything and I’m not letting you go again. I know my words are hollow at this point but I’m going to show you that I mean them.”

He doesn’t think that the words will magically fix anything, that his promises to Jo will change her mind or make her completely trust him just like that. But saying them out loud, to not only her but himself, made the words seem more real. He wasn’t going to let her slip out his grasp again.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“I’m about to head into a board meeting,” Alex pauses outside of the conference room, phone pressed to his ear as he waits for Jo to continue talking. “Are you okay? What about the baby?”

“We’re both fine, stop freaking out,” Jo’s laugh across the line calms Alex’s racing heart momentarily, a small grin coming to his face. “I just finished a delivery, but my water broke right as I was catching the baby.”

“You’re not due for two weeks,” Alex exclaims as he begins heading for his office, his meeting long forgotten as he now had a different destination in mind. “How are you so calm about this?”

“Because I knew you’d be freaking out. We’re fine, really we are. I just got settled into my room,” Alex listens intently as Jo takes a pause, her breathing more shallow as he grabs his keys and wallet from his desk. “Okay that hurt. If this kid has a giant head I’m gonna be so pissed.”

Alex chuckles to himself, his mind reeling at the fact that in a few hours he and Jo would have their baby in their arms, “I’m leaving the hospital now, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Good, I don’t want my new coworkers to hate me because I yelled at them while trying to push a giant Karev baby out of my-,” Jo’s voice cuts off as she lets out a groan, the sound pulling at Alex’s heart as he speeds through the hallways in an attempt to get to her quicker. “Oh holy fuck. Seriously, that’s what that feels like? No wonder my patients are always screaming.”

“Well yeah, you’re about to push out almost eight pounds of-“

“That’s enough from you, I’ll see you when you get here. Room 282,” Jo pauses for a moment, Alex stopping his walk to his car as he listens intently. Even with things still tense between them, he could tell when she was nervous. “Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“I’ll be there as fast as I possibly can be, promise,” Alex quickly exchanges goodbyes with Jo before hanging up and continuing his path to his car.

As he climbs in his eyes move to the car seat strapped into his backseat. The sight wasn’t unusual since he often had the twins with him but the infant carrier made his heart swell with anticipation. He was going to be a dad again and this time he was going to be able to witness his child’s life from the moment it started. No playing catch up, no surprises down the line, he would be there from his child’s first breath and he’d get to raise them with the woman he loved.

Alex lets his thoughts drift to Jo as he makes the short drive to the main hospital across town. He was beyond thankful she’d given him a second chance when he absolutely hadn’t deserved one, even more thankful that she’d allowed him to still be in not only their child’s life but hers as well. Jo had met Alexis and Eli who were immediately fascinated with Jo’s belly and the fact that their sibling was moving around in there. She’d bonded instantly with his children, Alex sometimes questioning if they liked her better than him. They’d talked a little bit, about the baby and what the future held for the three of them. For the most part though, Alex and Jo communicated physically, the way they always did best.

He was shocked the first night she’d spent over at his house when she’d left the guest room not long after they'd said goodnight, quietly crawling beneath the covers of his own bed and molding her body against the side of his. It felt natural, the way they curled together even with their child growing between them. When he woke the next morning, Jo looked peaceful instead of restless and worried like he had noted days before when she’d napped on his couch. After that it seemed only natural for them to find their way into each other’s arms at the end of the day, whether at his house or her apartment. Alex’s fingers would float across her belly as he traced their baby’s movements while Jo’s hands held tight to his t-shirt, both of their bodies falling into a deep sleep.

The few nights that they spent apart when one of them would return alone to their respective homes were soon nonexistent, Jo’s voice breaking through the quiet of her room one night to mention that her lease would be up soon. And so, without a verbal conversation about the matter Alex had spent a weekend moving her few belongings into his home, the nursery furniture she’d collected finding a new home in the guest room and Jo herself finding solace in her permanent position on the other side of Alex’s bed.

Lost in his thoughts, Alex barely notices that he’s arrived at the hospital. While the children’s hospital was large, the main hospital at UCSF was massive. The few times he’d come for a meeting or to pick up Jo Alex had almost always gotten lost. Thankfully he knew exactly where he was headed today and made it to the maternity ward without any issues, pausing outside of Jo’s room for only a moment before walking in.

“I’m perfectly capable of checking my own damn cervix Wendy,” Alex watches as Jo swats away the older doctor's hand, her face scrunching up in irritation. “I don’t need everyone I work with getting an up close look at my lady bits today.”

“Well you look like you’re in good spirits,” Alex steps fully into the room, pressing a kiss to Jo’s forehead as she continues to stare down the doctor in front of her. “Let her check, I’m pretty sure you can’t even reach down there anyways.”

Jo begrudgingly lays back down, letting Wendy check her as Alex brushes back her hair. As soon as the examination is done though, she’s sitting up and removing her legs from the stirrups they were in.

“You know I don’t even know why I’m here, I’ve delivered hundreds of babies before,” Jo is throwing off the blankets on her lap and swinging her legs over the side and pulling at the few monitors she was already hooked up to. “We’re going home, I’m not giving birth here. I’m more than capable of delivering my own baby.”

“Jo, you’re not going anywhere,” the doctor looks from Jo to Alex, fixing him with a serious stare. “You’re fully dilated, your baby is about ready to make their appearance. I’m shocked you’re just getting settled in here.”

Alex moves quickly, placing his hands on Jo’s shoulder and blocking her path as she attempts to stand and leave. She tries to vocally protest, but quickly doubles over with a groan as a contraction hits her, “Would you lay back down? We’re not going anywhere, you heard your doctor.”

Jo shakes her head, still doubled over as she attempts to speak through her pain, “I’m… fine. Don’t need… to be here. Shit that hurts!”

Moving his fingers down, Alex applies counter pressure to Jo’s back as the contraction continues. The doctor gives him an understanding smile, gathering what she needs as she gives the two a small moment of privacy. When Jo’s body finally relaxes against him, he moves his hands to gently rub her back as she evens her breathing out.

“You wanna tell me why you’re all of sudden trying to break out of here,” when Jo doesn’t respond to his question, Alex kneels in front of her, taking her now tear stained cheeks between his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this, I’m not supposed to be a mom. I am… terrified that I’m going to mess everything up and I’m even more scared that I’m going to have to do all of this by myself,” Jo’s breathing grows more ragged as she begins to sob, her shoulders dropping as she lets the emotion wash over her. “How am I supposed to have someone rely on me for everything when I don’t even have that? I was almost all alone here, Alex! You left me and the only reason you’re here is because we just so happened to run into each other again. And I didn’t even mean to get pregnant! I’m only here because I missed my birth control and we drank too much and had sex in the backseat of your car! I just can’t do this… None of this was supposed to happen, I just can’t- Oh god!”

Jo’s panicked ranting is cut off by another contraction, her body involuntarily curling towards him as she lets out a pained groan. Alex attempts to calm her down as she grips his arms, her crying growing louder as she holds onto him.

“Deep breaths, let it out. You’re okay,” Alex’s attempts to get Jo to breathe and calm herself down are futile as she begins to hyperventilate, fingers digging tightly into his biceps. “Jo, you’re stressing yourself and the baby out. I’m right here in front of you and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving, okay? But no matter what, you’re going to be a mom here soon and I don’t think there’s anyone more prepared. You’re going to be a great mom, that’s something that nothing and no one can change. Our kid? They're the luckiest person on earth to have you as their mom so don’t doubt yourself for a second.”

His words seem to get through to Jo as she relaxes against his shoulder, her cries softening as she reaches blindly for his hand. Alex squeezes back gently as he lets her come down from her panicked state, his arms holding her close to him.

“You are going to be amazing, but we have to stay here and get this baby out. We can worry about the rest later okay,” Jo finally looks up at Alex, his fingers still caressing her cheeks as she attempts to stifle her cries. “Jo you… You are so strong and so brave and I know even if I wasn’t here that you would be able to get through this. But I am, I’m here and I’m never going to leave you or our baby, ever. And I can't promise that something else won’t happen, but I’ll live every day trying to prevent it. I love you so much and I know you love me and we have the rest of our lives to figure everything else out, okay?”

Jo leaned forward, her head resting against Alex’s shoulder as she forced out her next words, “I really really need to push. Like right now.”

Alex acts quickly, alerting the doctor who’d stepped into the hall before coming back to Jo’s side. Her fingers interlock with his and she only pushes for fifteen minutes before she collapses against him with a sigh of relief. Not a moment later there’s a small cry that echoes through the room and both Alex and Jo watch in fascination as the squirming baby settles quickly onto Jo’s chest.

The next hour passes in a blur, everything around him moving a thousand miles a minute, but when he finally has a moment to breathe all Alex can do is stare at Jo. Her eyes are focused on the now swaddled and sleeping baby in her arms, fingers brushing over the chubby cheeks and dark curls of hair on the infant.

“I love you too,” Jo’s words are barely above a whisper as she continues to stare at the baby in her arms. “I didn’t say it earlier, mainly because I was in pain but also because some days it seems easier to try and convince myself that I don’t anymore. But I do love you Alex, even if this little one wasn’t a part of our lives there’s this part of me that loves you so much no matter what we’ve been through.”

Too stunned to move, Alex finds himself staring blankly at Jo as she moves her gaze from the baby up to him. Her eyes are wide and shining with tears, but she doesn’t look upset. Instead she reaches a hand out towards him and gestures for him to join her on the hospital bed. He doesn’t hesitate, his arm wrapping around Jo’s shoulder as she snuggles into his side. The baby on her chest readjusts, one hand reaching upwards which Alex grabs between his own fingers.

“He looks just like you,” Jo chuckles as she leans her head against his chest. “I’m screwed aren't I?”

“Mmm I think if you can survive one Karev boy two will be a walk in the park.”

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genetic-gamble · 3 years ago

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Please Read This

lol so I followed a blog and was immediately blocked (tumblr only obscured the very top of the screen because coding, I didn’t realize I was blocked until later) and was vague posted about.

My muse, who is an OC, was called a misogynistic, homophobic racist. Also I’m a terrible person because I’m okay writing with nazi muses* (spoiler: I’m not okay with that) and that I’m a freak (yes that was in the post).

I’m putting the rest under read more because this is a long one. I do politely ask that you read it anyway, especially if you follow me. It would mean the world to me if you did.

I’ll be okay, just wanted to set a few things straight and wash my hands of it.

TLDR; My first week back on tumblr and Jack was called a racist, sexist, homophobe and that I’m a terrible person. suprised_pikachu_face.jpeg If I or jack do something to offend then please just talk to me instead of...whatever this was lol.

-I have a screenshot of the vague post, I will not be sharing with the public out of respect for privacy.

-I’m a mixed, mentally ill woman who’s in the LGBTQ+ community. That’s not a ‘gotcha’ or anything, people from marginalized groups can be terrible and aren’t immune to criticism if their behavior is hurting other people. I just wanted to throw that out there because with the way this person worded their post, intentionally or not, it appears they assumed I’m not in any marginalized group myself. Like, by default I must be straight and white and that’s simply not true.

- If my behavior or my muse’s is problematic, I genuinely do apologize and would like to know how it was wrong so I can check myself and fix it going forward.

-I want everyone to know that if something from my dash is not sitting right with you, you can always come to me and let me know. Even if we’ve never talked before. I’ll never be upset with you for wanting to have a discussion with me, even if it’s a hard one. Especially if it’s a hard one. I’ll appreciate it because as someone with debilitating anxiety, I know that takes a lot of bravery and initiative on your end, that itself deserves a huge kudos.

-My characters are all reflections of me in some way or another, I think that’s the case for MOST muns here. I do not take criticisms against Jack as criticism towards myself, but I do draw the line at him being called those names because I’ve never purposefully written him that way nor plan to. Even if I were, I’d be very vocal that I don’t agree with it and that the behavior should be shamed.

-Even when I write with ‘problematic’ characters, I try to tag as much as I can and am always happy to tag more when asked* (I’ve never written with a nazi though wtaf.) I tend to separate mun from muses, but I HAVE in the past backed away from problematic muses even if the mun seemed cool if it crossed the line. And that line is different for everyone.

-My muse and me being called every ‘ist’ and ‘phobe’ under the sun and how I hurt marginalized people (yes, that was also in the post) isn’t something I want to be accused of because I’ve always second guessed myself and tried my best to be as non triggering and approachable on this blog as possible.

-To be honest, I’m hurt to be lumped in with the same group of people who have made mine, my friends, and my family’s life (Chinese in America during the pandemic. 0/10 don’t recommend) a living fucking hell over internet roleplay. I know this is Tumblr and I only have myself to blame for acting new, but that’s honestly insulting.

-I realize I’m not owed an explanation, this person was well within their right to block me and I hold no grudge after this. How they felt is valid, but I don’t agree with the way they handled it. I only wanted to talk about this and move on.

Okay, this is long enough haha. Like I said in the beginning, it would mean the absolute world to me if you read this. If you did, could you let me know or simply leave a like? You don’t have to, but I’d appreciate it.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

-Lex

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captaincartervalues · 5 years ago

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"I'll Crawl Home to Her" for the fic title thing? (gotta love Hozier)

I’ll Crawl Home to Her

Kara has a pretty rough, gruesome fight that day. She took one particularly hard blow that knocked her down and the people around watched her stay down. Cameras remained fixed on the still body of Supergirl surrounded by rubble. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone, especially not Alex, but she could feel how close she was to death’s edge. She couldn’t get up. Kara was never one to give up but she’d be lying to herself if she denied a small part of her didn’t want to get up. That getting beaten down physically was pretty fitting to how she felt after getting beaten down emotionally over and over in the past 6 months. After everything she’s endured with Krypton and Lena and Crisis and Lena and Lex and Lena and Lena, Lena, Lena, she’s never felt more drained and exhausted.

But Kara didn’t get up. Alex screamed in her earpiece to get up and she didn’t. Nia yelled for Kara to get up while trying to hold her attacker off and she didn’t. Brainy told her if she didn’t get up, the villain would have a 99.98% chance of destroying National City and she didn’t. The bystanders pleaded for her to get up and she didn’t. The little girl cried for Supergirl to get up and she didn’t. There was silence and she didn’t get up. She didn’t get up. She didn’t get up. And then. She did.

And with every ounce of her strength she had left, Kara unleashed her powers and they defeated the villain to cheers from all across National City as her win was broadcasted live. But Kara didn’t hear any of the cheers or congratulations; she only heard her sigh of relief before passing out.

Kara wakes up in the Tower under sun lamps. Her wounds are fresh and she’s sore. She’s blown out her powers before but she’s never felt this weak. She tries lifting her body out of bed when she feels Alex push her back down. “You’re not going anywhere. You need rest, Kara.” Alex deadpans. Kara mumbles something Alex can’t make out as she struggles to fight against her sister. “Why are you always so stubborn?” Alex asks “Don’t make me strap you to this gurney” she teases. Kara manages to grunt out “fine” and “potstickers please” and Alex shakes her head in disbelief of her sister’s unwaivering appetite. “Nia you’re in charge while I get this loser food” Alex shouts as she leaves.

Nia is preoccupied with something on the monitor when Kara attempts to roll out of bed and ends up falling out onto the floor with a loud thud. Kara stops from the pain but also bc she’s sure Nia heard that but to her surprise Nia’s headphones are blaring rock music as she continues to type. Kara slowly but surely manages to crawl to the elevator and sneak out of the building. Nia looks back to check on Kara later and noticed she’s gone. “Shit. Alex is going fucking to kill me.” She curses to herself.

Lena walks out of the elevator onto her floor and as she gets her keys out to open her apartment, she notices a hooded figure slouched by her door. As she cautiously approaches, she notices bloodied bruises and blonde hair. “Kara?” She gasps as she kneels down quickly. Kara opens her eyes and whispers a small hi.

Lena half carries Kara into her apartment and places her on the couch.

“What are you doing here, Kara?” Lena says softly.

“I was in a fight.”

“I know”

“I almost died.”

“I know.”

“But I didn’t.”

“I know.”

“But you don’t know why.”

“Because National City needed Supergirl”

“No. Because you needed Kara.”

“What?” Lena poorly feigns mild confusion.

“I heard you, Lena.” Kara says as she looks Lena dead in the eye.

Lena stays quiet at that.

“I couldn’t get up. Everyone was yelling, telling me to get up. It was so loud and I was so tired. I couldn’t get up. Everything went quiet and I thought it was the end. But. But then I heard you. I heard you say my name. I heard you say ‘Kara.’ I heard you tell me ‘Kara, get up!’

Lena flashes back to a few hours ago when she was in her office standing in front of her flatscreen watching Kara lie motionless in the street. Tears welled in her eyes as her name crossed her lips, “Kara. Kara, get up. Get up, Kara.” Her pleas turned to anger “No! No, you don’t get to die like this. You don’t get to die thinking I hate you. You don’t get to die without me telling you! Kara! Get up!” Lena crumpled to the ground sobbing “Kara, please. Please, get up. Please.” Lena sat there crying at the floor. She couldn’t bare to watch the screen any longer. Then she heard the cheers from her tv. Lena chanced a glance up and she saw Kara standing triumphant swaying meekly on the rubble. Lena let out a sigh that rippled through her entire body. She knew she would be okay.

Lena was pulled back to the present when she felt Kara’s hand on top of hers.

“I couldn’t die without telling you either. I love you, Lena. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t. I love you and I’m in love with you and I will always come home to you.” Kara let out. “If you want me to.” She added.

Lena stared in shock at the woman in front of her for a beat before gently cupping her face and kissing her best friend.

Kara kissed her back as long as she could before whimpering “ow.” Lena apologized profusely. “It was worth it.” Kara said as she smiled.

Lena took care of Kara the rest of the night and texted Alex and Nia to let them know she was safe. Alex wanted to come get her but Lena insisted she had it handled. Alex acquiesced but told Lena to tell Kara she was gonna kill her once she recovered. She did and Kara groaned. “Alex is so dramatic” Kara whined. “Her? You’re the one who snuck out to come tell me something that easily could have waited until the morning, considering your state.” Lena teased. “It most certainly could not have waited! And I for one am offended you think my undying love for you was not worth the arduous journey here.” Kara retorted. “How did you get here by the way?” Lena asked. “I walked.” Kara paused. “Well it may have resembled more of a crawl at times.” They both laughed before Lena replied. “Well next time you won’t have to crawl, because I’ll already be beside you.”

#I’ll crawl home to her #anon asks #ask me stuff #give me a title and i give you #a fic ill never write but will always haunt me #supercorp #supergirl

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smokeonshadows · 4 years ago

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tbh, I'm not all that interested in the new Superman show, but (because I’m ancient) it did get me going down a Smallville nostalgia rabbit hole. And guys. I think we all owe Lana Lang an apology.

And by ‘we’, I mean all you clowns because I always loved Lana. This video explains it pretty well, but basically, she had one of the most compelling character arcs on the show and everyone was just too misogynistic (and probably a little racist) to realize it.

Lana’s early storyline was one that was so quintessentially teen girl. People seem to take her at face value, the face being a single image of a tragic, helpless, sweet little girl in a fairy princess costume. And as she grew up and grew out of that costume, she grew into this mask of feminine perfection- pretty, popular, studious, kind, well-mannered, and even though it worked for her well enough, it still couldn’t cure that deep sense of loneliness she felt.

Also, another unpopular opinion–I really liked Lexana. Was it a healthy relationship? Fuck no! But it was interesting and pushed both of them in ways that were complicated and inevitable. And I also think Lex was able to see Lana in a much more complex and complete way than Clark saw her.

#lana lang #smallville #kristin kreuk #she who deserved better

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itsjustafia · 4 years ago

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Destiny & The Titans

Since the theme of season 3 is DESTINY, I started thinking of how it could be involved in each character’s arc. Basically my predictions with a little bit of what I hope to see. It’s long, I got carried away 🙃

KORY

Kory’s whole story revolves around destiny. Her whole life she’s known what her destiny is and has working towards it. But after she comes to earth and is able to experience freedom for the first time, she’s torn between doing what she has to do and doing what she wants to do. But Kory has run out of time to make a choice; and all the consequences of her actions have now caught up to her all at once and it’s becoming hard for her to handle. I’m really interested to see how her demeanor will change in s3. Kory’s known to be the positive light of the group, but with everything going on with Blackfire she’s definitely shown signs of manic behavior, like the therapist said. So it’ll be interesting to see how she acts around the team. Will she have random outbursts at the team, or distance herself from them? Either way I can see them all being worried about her, especially Dick, which will force her to tell them everything. Anyway, I’m super excited for her arc, and to see the dynamic between Kory and Kom explored.

DICK

Dick is finally Nightwing. He has finally overcome his violent ways, and has forgiven himself for what his past mistakes. His destiny is now being a leader to his new family and team. He needs to now trust in them and their abilities, and not take matters into his own hands; no more self-sacrificing. He also needs to loosen up and be more approachable. I hope we get to see a lot more team meetings and discussions about whatever they’re dealing with; and Dick checking up on the younger Titans and giving them some comfort and advice.

***DICKKORY***

They just need to be together.

GAR

Gar has been through so much he needs a hug and some therapy, first of all. But his destiny is ultimately to become Beast Boy and to not be ashamed of that; it’s part of his DNA. As of now he can only turn into a tiger, but the tiger probably reminds him of all the bad he did while under CADMUS’ control. I’m thinking he might be apprehensive to shift into it now, so that might push him to want to transform into different animals. But back in s1 he mentioned that he became a tiger because that’s his favorite animal. So his arc for the season could be figuring out how his powers work, with the help of his teammates. This could hopefully give us a look into his past because we don’t actually know much about Gar.

RACHEL

Even after defeating Trigon, Rachel is still struggling to control her powers. They’re changing, and she’s having a hard time dealing with them. Her destiny is accepting that she’s different and figuring out how to use her seemingly evil powers for good. Like Kory said to her, she has a choice even though her parents didn’t set the best example for her; she doesn’t have to choose that same path. With Rachel being on Themyscira, I hope she gets training from the Amazons that will help her to deal with her emotions. Successfully resurrecting Donna will probably give her a confidence boost too and she’ll be able to convince herself that she’s nothing like her father.

DONNA

Donna’s destiny is obviously her transition to Troia. In her s2 flashback, she kind of had the same dilemma that Kory now has with having to choose between two different lives; one with the Titans and Garth or one on Themyscira. She ended up making her decision too late and she lost Garth because of it. Hopefully she comes back as herself, and not evil because of Rachel’s powers. When she does come back to life, I think she’ll be determined to live life how she wants to and not being stuck in the past; this involves leaving Wonder Girl behind. I’m also gonna need her and Dick to have a good talk because she owes him an apology.

CONNOR

Connor has been struggling with deciding on whether he’s more like Lex or like Clark. But I think his destiny is creating his own path and just being Connor. This will involve him picking which traits of both his dads he likes and wants to keep and which traits he has to work on keeping subdued.

HANK & DAWN

Their destinies should be not being Titans anymore.

But anyway…

Hank was doing well at the beginning of s2. He was focusing on helping others without being a vigilante, and it was essentially helping him too; he was calmer and happier. But he got forced back in. I think he and Dawn should stay broken up. I liked the fact that he was able to realize that his relationship with Dawn was founded on loss and pain; they’re toxic together. Since Greg hinted at one of them getting a career change, I think it’ll be Hank that strays away from the team.

Dawn needs to be alone for a while. She needs to figure out who she is as person outside of a relationship. She hasn’t been single since her mother died so she probably hasn’t fully been able to deal with it. She enjoys being a vigilante because she can cause other people pain to distract from her own. Now being single, this is a good chance for her to become the pacifist/peacemaker she is in the comics.

ROSE & JASON

Not sure about them tbh.

I hope that the rumors of Rose being written off aren’t true because I’d like to see more of her character. She’s more interesting than others.

Jason’s destiny is obviously Red Hood, but his revenge on the Titans doesn’t seem valid. I understand some of the Titans were wrongfully mean to him; but that was only 4 people and one of them is dead and the other went away with her. This could all be fixed with an apology. But I’ll wait and see how that turns out.

#Titans #titans season 3 #dickkory #starfire #nightwing #beast boy #raven #wonder girl #superboy #hawk and dove #ravager #red hood

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shootingsun · 3 years ago

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There was a prompt knock at the door of Félix's guest room in the manor. Kali disappeared almost instantly to hide from the person about to enter the room. "Come in!" He called for the person at his door. Nathalie entered the room and looked around, seemingly searching for… something.

She's looking for me. Kali whispered into his ear.

"Your uncle desires to see you in his study soon." She deadpanned. Félix liked Nathalie, she was a decent person - although he still believed she was an idiot for putting up with Public Enemy Number 1, Gabriel Agreste.

As much as he despised his presence, there was something about the whole, "I tricked you into shaking my hand so I could steal these really cool rings that ended up being magical jewellery!" thing that was supposed to be just a fun little way to mess with him - it wasn't supposed to cause any more harm to their already unstable relationship.

That is, until now.

"Greetings, Félix." Said the designer, putting his arms behind his back. Because, being related is no exception to being professional at all times.

"Hello Uncle, you wanted to see me?"

"There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you for quite some time now. I assume you must already know what that is, correct?"

Ohshitohshitohshit! Quick, play dumb!

"I'm afraid not Uncle, I would be delighted if you were to enlighten me." He lied, internally screaming.

"Hmm. Well then, I'm sure you recall your visit a while back. Your mother has so kindly asked me to hand over the rings that seemed to belong to her family. Does that ring a bell?" He smirked.

That absolute bastard. Nobody talked about Félix's Mother in a passive aggressive manner!

Except for you, Kali reminded him.

"Yes Uncle, I do seem to remember that." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"A couple hours after you left, I couldn't find the ring anywhere in the mansion. I'm not accusing you of thievery, really - I just want to clear matters up."

"But Uncle, I seem to recall you having a ring on when Mother and I came to stay because of her production." He had, of course, stolen that ring too. He was petty like that, and they were his after all.

"True indeed. Coincidentally I lost that one too afterwards, which brings me to this point - may I check your hand to make sure of something?"

Ha, jokes on him, they weren't on his hand, he was smarter than that, they were hidden in a custom made pocket in his jacket, and that would be incredibly invasive for him to pull Felix's jacket off and search it without consent wouldn't it?

As expected, Gabriel didn't find anything. Then again, he's the same person who's been keeping tabs on two literal minors and still didn't succeed at stealing jewellery from them. Whatever Félix did was probably karma for all that. Either way, the topic at hand was another set of rings. And had he thrown a temper tantrum, it would've made him look especially bad in front of his mother. Oh, and his own kid too but, whatever, right?

"This is a one time offer, Félix. Hand over the rings, or I may take them myself. I have my very own ways to do so." He scoffed. "My patience has a limit."

And suddenly, Félix felt fear.

Fear that didn't come from him, it that came from…

Kali?

no, No, No… No, NO, NO!! Not AGAIN. I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! HE CAN'T MAKE ME LEAVE!

Kali, calm down!

Her emotions were like a flood, there was fear, then sadness, then anger and fear again. She had to calm herself down before they had a panic attack. How to get out of this situation…? He couldn't think straight, his breathing was sharp and shallow, mimicking his Kwami's.

Oh God.. this wasn't gonna end well was it?

This was it…

"Gabriel? I've been looking all over for you!" His Mother flounced into the room, thank god. He decided then and there that he would never make another sarcastic comment about her again.

"What is it this time?" He asked, slightly irritated.

"Gabriel, you know you always have a 2 o'clock meeting! Nathalie wanted to remind you, but the poor woman's having another dizzy spell and so I insisted I would come and get you instead!" She beamed passive aggressively, an art of which Amelie Graham de Vanily was well versed in.

It was moments like this that made Gabriel want to punch his in-laws - and it was moments like this that reminded Félix how much he absolutely loved his mother. She was always there, just on time.

Thank goodness for that.

His Uncle looked down. Then he glared at his nephew, and he sighed. "Thanks for the reminder, I'll be going soon." Is what he said, but what he really meant was, "This isn't over yet!" And Félix knew.

He stumbled out of the study, breathing wildly, attempting to block out his Kwamis pained screams. He slammed the door to the guest room closed and slumped into a chair.

Kali it's okay!

NO IT'S NOT! HE WANTS TO HURT US!

MAKE HIM STOP! MAKE HIM STOP!

Kali we're perfectly safe right now. He tried to reason.

We aren't safe as long as we're in this house! We need to leave! He wants to separate us!

That can't happen! It can't! It can't!

The thought of forcefully having his Kwami taken from him made Félix want to scream! But he had to remain calm.

Kali, that won't happen, I understand your fear, but you need to take a breath. He went first, showing the breathing exercise he had learnt over time, 5 in, hold for 7, out 8. As her breathing evened out, the Kwami began to lose her invisibility, her form flickered as she slowly calmed herself down.

Do you promise?

Huh?

Promise me that nobody will make me leave you, please?

Her voice and demeanor were unlike the Kali that had developed, it reminded him of when she had first come out of those rings.

Scared and afraid. And now he knew why.

I promise Kali, nobody will ever keep us apart.

And he truly meant that. Nobody, not even a superhero, could keep them apart for long.

Just a bit after that confrontation, someone came back from his most recent photoshoot. He found his cousin laying on his bed, likely lost in his thoughts.

He knew Félix was going through a hard time, and he also knew that they've been very close for most of their lives. Adrien would've done anything to help his cousin - and this instance was no exception.

"Hey! How come you're in my room?" He chuckled.

"Ah, erm, it appears I took a wrong turn, sorry about that…"

"How come? You never get lost usually…"

"Well, let's just say that your Father doesn't exactly do good things for my anxiety." He sighed.

"...Oh." And there it comes, stupid Adrien, wrapped around his father's finger, always choosing his parent over him! "Listen… I'm sorry."

What?

"I'm sorry! I think I owe you an apology," he frowned. "for, you know, constantly excusing my father. I'm sorry he's putting you through some stressful stuff, and I'm… not doing anything about it." He turned to look at him. "I hope you can understand that, really. I wish I could do something about it other than offer a shoulder to cry on, but I'm scared of disrespecting his wishes. I apologize." The boy muttered.

"...I guess I was wrong. You didn't do it to hurt me. I thought that was why-" Félix was dumbfounded. Adrien? Admitting his Father was a jerk?? Was this some kind of fever dream???

"...That was why I didn't go to your Dad's funeral?" He guessed. Félix quietly nodded. "No, I'd never want to do that, not after you were there for me when I lost Mom. I'm so sorry, Félix, I should have been there." Tears shone in the latter's green eyes.

"You shouldn't have to apologize, I'm sorry for the way I treated you! You were manipulated, I was just a jerk." He protested, how could he have thought such awful things about such a caring person?

Because you were grieving Lex, you still are.

Don't call me Lex - it was a weak response.

"We were both in pain. And look at you now, you're a good person, I know you are, I can feel it! So maybe since we both apologized for being jerks we just, I dunno, eat ice cream instead?" He smiled awkwardly, for a model he always was such a dork.

Félix raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you lactose intolerant?" he let out a smug grin.

"Oh hush! I can handle a tub of ice cream!" He was going to get so sick tomorrow... Eh, what the hell!

Hey, are you sure you don’t wanna tell him that you know he's Chat Noir?

Kali! You're ruining the moment!

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This fic was made in collaboration with @yawngearyoie at around midnight while we both craved hurt/comfort

This fic IS Cannon to our Bat Félix AU, and will be referenced in other oneshots and the fic. Approximately a quarter of this fic has foreshadowing in it for the actual AU. Pick up on that and you get a cookie 🍪 lol.

The first (offical) part of our AU should be coming either today or at some point next week. We're gonna create a masterpost so y'all can read the fics in the order they actually happen in and not our crazy upload schedule (whenever we feel like it).

Send in Asks if you have any questions, or if you just wanna talk about the AU.

Thanks for reading! (We will be making a tag list, so if you wanna be on that, just say)

#felix is just very good at stealing ok?#felix graham de vanily #felix agreste #miraculous felix #bat!felix au #seriously ask us about the bat felix au #oneshot #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanworks #bat miraculous #bat kwami #Kali the Kwami #Darcelan Chance AU

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years ago

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Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 14M

In this chapter: Valen finally gets to EAT

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

"Okay," said Ari, giving a tentative thumbs up. "We're good? We're cool?"

Lex gave a thumbs up back. Valen let out a choked sob. What was he supposed to say? He also gave a thumbs up.

"It's all right," said Lex. "Things are going to get better for you now. We're going to help you. Things are only going to get better."

This felt wrong, incongruous with his actions. He'd kidnapped and attacked Lex, and he was being rewarded for it. It scared him. He wasn't sure whether to trust it.

Especially Ari. God, he wanted so badly for her to not be angry at him. She was so scary, and he wanted her to like him so, so badly.

“Ari,” said Lex, taking Valen’s wrist and drawing him forward. “Let me introduce you to Valen. He was here in human territory because…he was gathering…mushrooms?” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, then continued, “That he was using to try and make artificial blood.”

“Mushrooms are more closely related to animals than to plants,” Valen mumbled, nerves completely shot.

“Ah, right…” said Ari. She rubbed the back of her head. “Well, I…Well, if that’s true… I mean…I’m glad you weren’t here for anything nefarious.” Valen could tell she still did not quite believe him, but she seemed less suspicious at least. They were standing here, having a conversation, and he didn’t have the muzzle on, and he wasn’t doing anything to hurt either of them, and she could see he could behave. This was good, this was progress.

“I-I’m sorry I locked you in a cage,” Valen blurted out.

“Hgn?” Ari gave him a befuddled look.

Valen’s knees locked up. Had his apology been insufficient? Had Ari somehow forgotten, and he’d reminded her of something to be mad at him for?

“I mean…” said Ari, averting her eyes. “That was just kind of fair play. Y’know.” She cleared her throat. “Well, I–Given what all happened, I would say…Well, listen, dude, I… Sorry about…all that.” She looked ashamed. “I owe you one, so–so if there’s anything you need, you just let me know.”

Was this real? Were they really going to help him? Dare he let himself believe it?

“Let’s get you taken care of,” said Lex. “What would you like to do first? We can get you cleaned up–”

“F-feed,” he said instantly. “Pl-please allow me to feed. I’m so–so, I’m so hungry, please.”

They both look surprised. Dread lanced through him. Maybe that’d been too presumptuous to ask for, even though earlier they’d clearly said feeding him was on the table. He realized with horror that if he was going to feed, it would be from Ari, since Lex was obviously out of the question…So essentially, he’d just demanded that Ari let him feed from her. That was the last thing he wanted to say to someone who was always grumpy and skeptical of his intentions, and he was so scared of her and he wanted her to like him so badly, he wanted to be the kind of person she would carry and protect in her strong-looking arms, he wanted her to call him a good boy again–

“Eager, huh,” said Ari, turning back to the fridge.

Oh god, that’d definitely been too much to ask. He’d just gotten back his ability to communicate, and the first thing he’d done was make an outlandish demand. Why had he thought that would be okay to ask? He really did need to feed every day for his health, but he didn’t need it to live, so eating was probably a luxury for him from their point of view. They hadn’t said how often they would feed him, maybe they’d meant they would feed him after he’d earned it, or not every day, or down the road, or–

Ari was bent over into the fridge, behind the door. Valen twisted his hands in the hem of his shirt. There was no reason why they couldn’t start feeding him today, right? That wasn’t unreasonable to hope for, right? There was no reason why they would be mad at him for asking that, right? They’d said they would.

They’d said they would; it didn’t mean they were going to.

They’d said they would, so why would he ask for it? Why would he push them when he was clearly already on the precipice of falling back into being viewed as a dangerous predator? Would they take this to mean he couldn’t think of anything besides blood? Would they put the muzzle back on? Would they give up on him and take him back to Nick? This was their blood, their bodies, why had he dared to ask for it? Why couldn’t he have just waited until they offered? Were they going to put the muzzle back on? Would they think he was dangerous? Would they think he was an animal who could only think of blood? Would they put the muzzle back on?

He wasn’t helpless anymore, though, he could use persuasion if he needed to, although he really, really didn’t want to, with how badly it’d gone last time.

“Hello?” said Ari, waving her hand in his face. “Earth to Dracula.”

He snapped back into his body. Ari was standing in front of him with a sealed medical bag of some kind–

Blood, a pint of blood.

“G-give it to me!” Valen snapped, and then drew back again, hand over his mouth, convinced that at any moment the desperateness leaking into his actions would convince them to give up on this whole venture of seeing him as a person and giving him a chance.

“Hold on a second,” said Ari, drawing it back. Here it comes. They’re going to make me earn it, they’re going to make me humiliate myself somehow like Nick did, make me debase myself for it. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the turgid sack, saliva pooling in his mouth. He would do whatever they asked, he knew he would, he was desperate. He was desperate.

He once again wrestled with the urge to just use persuasion to take it. But he couldn't. He was trapped in their house, during the day, that would only make everything worse for him, to prove he couldn't be trusted. But...he wanted it so badly.

Lex’s hand was on his back, rubbing it comfortingly. “Didn’t you throw up…before?”

When you almost killed me? Valen’s eyes rolled from Ari to Lex in terror. I did, yes, I fed from you and almost killed you and then just vomited it all back up, wasting your blood, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

“So how much of this do you think your stomach can handle?” said Ari. “Decide beforehand, so you don’t get carried away.”

“For a human who was breaking a fast, we would probably give them crackers or something,” said Lex. “Something light, so they don’t get sick. You know?”

“Do you want just a little bit, and we can wait a bit to give you more?” said Ari. “Or, maybe, I don’t know, we can thin it out with water or something?”

That made sense. Valen tried to steady his pounding heart. This was so stressful. He felt like if he made the slightest mistake, or showed too much interest, or not enough, this would all evaporate and be replaced by more chains. But that made sense, they were being sensible… His clawing, aching stomach demanded that he answer to drink the whole thing at once. Maybe there would be no later, maybe there would be no returning to this precious, unexpected mana from the heavens…

But the acrid sensation of vomiting up precious blood had been so vile that he had no desire to repeat it. “If…if you dilute it with water,” said Valen, choosing his words carefully, painstakingly, like he was in a minefield, “M-maybe half of that would be a good start. Thank you.”

Ari smiled. “There we go. Let’s give it a try.”

She turned and put the bag on the sink. Lex fetched her a drinking glass, then came back over to help Valen stand.

Ari lowered the bag into the sink to contain any spills, then cut it open with a pair of scissors.

The second the bag was open, the scent of all that blood, right there, jammed itself into Valen’s nose and up into his brain, rocketing straight into whatever dark, primal part of him was responsible for keeping him fed. It bypassed his higher brain functions, his logical thoughts, a thrumming, violent, demanding urge gripping him in an icy claw and moving his limbs on impulse.

He’d slammed into Ari in an instant, clawing past her to get the bag, knocking it over, growling over the sound of the two women shouting distantly. Red was all he could see, blood, blood, blood, he needed it now, he needed it, he needed it more than anything, he couldn’t let them stand in the way, he needed it now.

His weakened body had delivered a few blows which would have once broken human bones, but Lex and Ari recovered from the surprise attack quickly. He felt his limbs wrenched back, slamming him into the counter, arm twisted behind his back, their legs pinning his own.

Horror flooded him as he realized what had just happened, and phased back in to hear Lex’s and Ari’s voices.

“Easy, easy!”

“Woah, woah–”

“Stop, stop–”

“I’ve got him.”

“We’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry!” he sobbed instantly. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I–I didn’t mean to–I didn’t mean to!”

He tried to stand back up, but a hand came into his hair, pressing him back down. He was stuck in place looking at the sink, watching what remained of the blood in the bag leaking out and down the drain. Tears filled his eyes. They’d really been going to feed him, and he hadn’t been able to control himself for five seconds, and he’d attacked them and spilled the blood, wasted the opportunity. There probably wasn't any way to come back from this, even if they'd been shockingly patient with him till now.

He almost used persuasion. He had something to lose now, though. If he proved he couldn’t be trusted with his mouth, the gag would be coming back, or the bit, and with it the crushing helplessness.

He thought about using persuasion anyway. He really did. He stood no chance at getting away now, with the sun rising outside, a full day of terrible sunlight ahead of him, but he was just so scared. And hungry.

He tried to writhe forward and lick just a little of the blood from the sink while he still had the chance, before he went back to Hell. It was right there, so tantalizing. Oh, it smelled like it was AB positive too, his favorite kind. The hand in his hair tugged him back, flattening him against the counter.

“Please,” he wept. “Please just let me lick the sink, I’ll do anything, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please–please have mercy, please just let me–”

“Easy,” said Ari’s voice, and the legs behind him pressed into him even further, stifling his squirming. “Easy. Take it easy. Breathe. Sit still.”

He tried. But the blood was right there, and they were certainly not going to feed him now.

“Lex, turn the water on.”

“No,” Valen cried. “Please, please, please just let me–”

Lex’s manicured hand appeared to turn on the faucet, rinsing the bag and sending the remaining blood down the drain. He tried to scramble towards it again before it disappeared, but the hand keeping his arm twisted behind his back pressed down, and a second hand came and pinned his other wrist to the counter.

He almost used persuasion, again. He wanted to. But he couldn’t. That would make everything so much worse for him. He wrestled with himself bitterly. The tears spilled over as the scent of blood faded.

“This isn’t going to work if you can’t control yourself,” growled Ari. “We’re trusting you to behave in a civilized way.”

“I’m sorry. I–I–I–I didn’t mean to, I-I-I couldn’t control myself.”

“All right,” said Ari, voice just as firm as her hands. “Just stay still.”

He went limp, heaving, hopeless. Things had been looking like they could get better. But he was truly some kind of wild animal now.

“Lex, are you hurt?”

“No, are you?”

“No.”

He felt Lex’s warm hand on his back again. “It’s okay,” she said. “See? You didn’t hurt us. We’re okay. You’re okay.”

I’m okay. It’s gonna be okay. He wanted to believe it so, so badly. “I’m–I’m–I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right,” said Lex. “Don’t worry. We’re going to help you.”

He let out a series of half-relieved, half-anxious sobs. They still wanted to help him. Maybe he hadn’t fucked it up beyond repair. Maybe he dared hope they could be patient with him. Maybe he dared hope they could see beyond what was directly in front of them and believe he had something more in his heart than the desperate, clawing violence he’d been driven to.

“We’re going to help you,” said Ari. “But we’re going to do it in a way that doesn’t put me and Lex at risk. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand, I understand, sir–m-ma’am.”

“Because Lex lost a lot of blood, and if she loses more, or reopens her stitches, you could hurt her really badly.”

“I–I know, I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to–”

“We know you’re hungry,” said Lex, “and we know you’re scared, and in pain, and we know people do things they wouldn’t otherwise do when they’re scared and in pain and hungry.”

Valen sobbed, eyes on the counter in front of him.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you can hurt us even if you don’t mean to,” said Ari. “This might have been too big of a leap. We’ll do baby steps.”

“Th-thank you,” said Valen, body wracked with tremors. “Thank you, ma’am, thank you.”

“Lex, go get the muzzle.”

“No!” Valen cried, stomach flipping, once again fighting the urge to just use persuasion and high-tail it out of there, rising sun be damned. His body instantly ratcheted back up to the maximum levels of panic. “Please, please, no! Please don’t put the muzzle back on! Please, please, I’ll do anything, anything, I’m begging you–”

“Relax,” said Ari, emphatically, a command. “Hey, relax. We’re not going to use the bit. You’ll still be able to talk. It’ll just be a barrier between you and lunging at us again. We know you didn’t do it on purpose, but we still need to prevent it from happening again.”

“But, Ari,” said Lex, dismayed, “the muzzle we have burns him.”

“Go get some duct tape too.”

Lex pattered away. Valen tried to stop his enormous, shaking sobs. “I’m–I’m sorry, I really am. I won’t–you don’t have to feed me, I don’t need blood, you don’t need to put the muzzle back on. I won’t eat if it means I have to put the muzzle back on.”

“Sorry,” said Ari. “That’s not gonna fly. As long as you’re one sniff of blood away from going berserk–”

The muzzle was too much. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. Valen decided to cut his losses and use persuasion while he could. “You will–”

Ari’s hand clapped over his mouth instantly, the same one he’d bitten before when she’d done so, bandages and all. Her voice was low and menacing. “I know you weren’t about to use persuasion, because if you were going to use persuasion, that would mean I would have to put the bit back in, to stop you from talking, and we’re not going to do that, so you weren’t about to use persuasion, right?”

He let out a soft whine.

“Now I’m going to take my hand off, and we’re going to go back to the way we were just talking before, right?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Lex’s footsteps could be heard, and he saw her hand out of the corner of his eye, placing the muzzle on the countertop, a few feet in front of him. Tears of despair instantly brimmed over.

“Go get the chain from outside, too.”

Valen felt so ashamed of himself, so scared of what he’d turned into, that they felt the need to do this. Lex went out the back door and came back with the silver chain.

Valen heard the sound of duct tape ripping behind him. Lex’s hand came back and took the muzzle out of his sight. More duct tape sounds. Then it came back into sight, the metal wrapped tightly in tape, not a spot showing.

“All right,” said Ari. “Try not to panic. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.

Ari's hands eased up, returning him to a standing position. “There we go,” she cooed. “Nice and easy, now. Turn around, please.”

He did so, slowly. Ari and Lex were both leaning over close to him, concern on their flushed faces.

“All right,” said Lex. “You’re okay.”

“Please,” said Valen tearfully. “I–I–I–” He wanted to eat so badly, but he also desperately wanted to keep the muzzle off, and he couldn’t decide which he wanted more, or if he had any chance of convincing them anyway.

They were still going to feed him. It was almost too much to hope for, even at the cost of having to wear the muzzle. But feed him with what? He’d wasted the blood they’d already had. He assumed maybe Ari would cut her arm or something. That seemed like way too much to hope for, especially since it had been his own mistake. And while wearing the muzzle…what was their plan? He dare not ask.

“If you can’t, it’s OK to say so,” said Lex. “We’ll think of something else.”

“I can handle it,” he said, instantly worried the something else they might think of would be even worse. “I can–I can handle it, thank you, thank you for trusting me. I won’t bite you, I won’t use persuasion.” His chest hitched. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Lex put her hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for trusting us.”

All of them knew he didn’t really have much choice, but it made him feel better nonetheless.

He tried not to flinch away as Ari clipped a carabiner onto the ring on the collar. Lex handed her the silver chain–the front end of it had been wrapped in duct tape, to prevent it from burning him in the places where his shirt might not cover him.

“Just stay still,” said Ari as she clipped the carabiner through the chain. “There we go. Good boy.”

Heat rushed to his face as Ari tugged the chain. “Okay, let’s go into the living room.”

Lex helped him walk as Ari led him out. “Kneel down here, please.”

She was directing him in front of the radiator. That seemed okay. Not too scary. It would be warm, and they probably wanted to use its weight to connect the chain to. If he ever managed to get his strength back, he would be able to rip the radiator from the floor with one hand, but as it stood now, it would be an effective barrier to him lunging.

Ari connected the chain to the radiator with the combination lock from earlier. “There,” said Ari. “Does that feel okay?”

“Y-yes,” said Valen, curling up on the floor. “Th-thank you.” He could at any time unclip the carabiner and free himself. He was free. He wasn’t trapped. He was okay. I’m okay. I can get free if I want to. But if he could sit still, they would feed him, and he wanted that so badly.

“Okay,” said Lex, putting a few more loops of tape onto the parts of the muzzle that would touch his skin. “Are you ready for this, now?”

“Y-yes…No! Yes. Yes, I’m ready.”

“O-okay,” said Lex. “I’m going to put it on now.”

Valen tried to steady his trembling as Lex approached with the horrid device. The bit is gone. There’s nothing on it to stop you from talking. Your hands are free. You can just reach up and take it off. You can just take it off. Just let her put it on. It won’t hurt. Just let her put it on.

The tape-laden metal brushed his face, sliding into place as Lex came behind him and tightened the buckle.

He freaked out, pawing the muzzle off like a dog, whimpering and throwing it to the ground. He immediately wrung his hand and started apologizing. “I–I’m sorry, I tried not to–it was–it was a reflex–I’m sorry.”

“Okay, that’s okay,” said Lex. She gave him a reassuring touch and reached down to pick it back up. “Here, why don’t you take it, and put it on when you’re ready.”

He eyed the proffered device warily.

“You don’t have to put it on until you’re ready,” said Ari. “But we’re not going to feed you until you have it on. Okay?”

“O-okay,” said Valen. If he was going to act like a shark that went into a feeding frenzy whenever he smelled blood, it only made sense that they needed to protect themselves. They were doing their best given the situation. They were being remarkably patient and kind to him, more than he expected. He dared let himself believe they actually cared about his wellbeing, despite how thoroughly terrified he was of being restrained.

He took the device from her, and she stepped back. They both just watched him, giving him time.

He blinked back tears as he looked at the muzzle. I’m in control, I can put it on, I can take it off, it’s okay. It’s okay. He lifted it to his face with trembling hands, holding it there, fumbling with the belt with uncoordinated hands. “Can you–can you please–help me–”

Lex came over before he even finished asking, securing the buckle. “There, is that okay–”

“Let me–” Valen said, panic rising again. “Let me–j-j-j-just take it off again.”

Lex backed away. Valen struggled to undo the buckle, then eventually got it to snap off. The muzzle fell into his lap.

“All good?” said Ari, with a thumbs-up.

“Y-yes,” said Valen. “J-just let me…Just let me put it on and take it off a few times.”

He did so, getting gradually better at doing and undoing the buckle. Trying to impress upon his screaming, alarmed brain that the muzzle comes on and off now, it’s not a permanent fixture, he was in control of it, he could take it on and off.

“O-okay,” he said, doing it up for the last time, and folding his hands in his lap. “I think I’m ready now. I think I’m ready. P-please.”

“All right,” said Ari. “You stay here. Me and Lex will bring it to you. Stay there, just like that. If you take the chain off, our priority goes from feeding you to restraining you. Got it?”

“Yes,” said Valen. “Thank you. Thank you.”

He watched them go into the kitchen, opening the fridge again. Relief washed through him as he saw three more bags of blood inside. They’d been smart enough to not get just one.

Ari repeated what she’d done before, setting it in the sink and cutting it open with scissors.

Even though Valen was prepared for the impulse this time, he still instantly slammed the full length of the chain, choking himself, clawing the floorboards, shrieking and growling. The sight was apparently so ghastly that Lex and Ari looked over their shoulders in alarm. Valen did not have the presence of mind to free himself even if he’d thought it was a good idea.

Feed, feed, you need to feed. Blood, you need blood, you need to kill, you need blood. Blood’s been spilled, and you need to feed.

Gradually, as he adjusted to the presence of the smell, red crept out of the edges of his vision, gasping and shaking as he came down from the monstrous urge. He’d never felt anything like this before, the removal of all capacity for logical thought, the overwhelming animal instinct.

They’re bringing it over here. You don’t need to do anything. His hands splintered the floorboards as he gripped it savagely. Just stay still.

Ari had a drinking glass in her hand, filled with light-red blood, presumably diluted, with a straw. “All right,” she said, bringing it in. “Good job, you’re doing good. Back up a little bit.”

He shuffled backwards, the hope of being allowed to feed washing away all the lingering shame and embarrassment he had.

Ari set the glass down on the floor next to his claw marks, within his reach, and then backed up. “All right. Go ahead. All yours. Drink it slowly, so you don’t get sick.”

Valen crawled forward, extending his hand to take the glass. His unsteady hand knocked it over instead, spilling the blood all over the wood floor.

He whimpered. How many times could he mess up before they ran out of patience and stopped trying? “I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” said Lex.

“Please–” said Valen as Ari came over and gently took the chain, hauling him back, sliding him across the wooden floor. “Please–just let me–”

“You don’t have to eat off the floor,” said Lex. “We'll get you a new glass.”

“Don’t lick the floor,” said Ari. “We don’t do that here. We’re all people. We all get treated like people. People don’t make other people eat off the floor.”

Valen’s watery eyes remained on the circle of blood pooling on the floor. He knew they were trying to force him to have some dignity, trying to keep him from sliding further into his own dehumanization, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to eat, and how close he’d gotten without actually doing it yet.

He watched morosely as Lex threw towels down, absorbing the mess, while Ari went back to the kitchen and ran more water, making another glass.

She came back over, and both of them knelt in front of him. “Come here, big guy,” said Ari.

He tentatively crawled over, staying at arm’s reach, not further.

“Give me your hands,” said Ari.

“You got it?”

“Y-yes,” he said. “B-but I’m not sure if I have the–hand strength to lift it to my mouth.”

Ari smiled gently. “That’s what the straw is for.”

Valen tentatively lowered his head when Ari didn’t remove her hands. Lex held the straw steady so he didn’t have to struggle to get his lips on it, poking it through the muzzle, and he sucked.

Finally. Finally. Tears welled up in his eyes again. It felt good. It felt so good. Not like ripping Lex open, no, nothing could compare to giving into the animal desire to ravage someone like that, nothing would ever fill such a primal desire again. But this was better, in a way. This was a gentle feeding. There was no shame, no pain, no violence. He could be happy if the future was like this. The cool, rich liquid wet his parched mouth. He could feel the cool sensation going down his throat, slowly, a trickle. Ari’s hands keeping him steady rebuffed whatever desire he had to upend the glass and drink it all at once.

The refreshing sensation reached his stomach, the bare, cracked pit that had once been filled regularly. His body cried out with gratitude at its salvation.

“There we go,” said Ari, as he continued to obediently sip. She removed one hand and stroked his hair. “Good boy.”

He shuddered and flushed.

“I’m not sure if he likes it when you do that,” said Lex.

Valen tried to hide his expression.

“See, he’s embarrassed,” said Lex.

Ari huffed a laugh. “Lex, that’s exactly what you look like when I play with your hair and call you a good girl.”

It was Lex’s turn to blush. Under normal circumstances, Valen would have been anxious, because apparently this was a thing that these two shared, and there was so much to be worried about with the implications of that.

But he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything except the heavenly, sweet, gentle flow of blood into his mouth. Maybe this was the start of good things.

***

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