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Diary of a Fanboy Engineer
Alexander Sweetapple series on Ao3
What's this? Is this Nuttyfic? Not a nuttyfic reblog? The first in ages?
Why yes, yes, it is.
Consequently, the writing muscles are a bit rusty so don't expect much.
However this was prompted by conspiring Thunderfam on this post.
It is a bit of a 'let's see if this idea works or not', but since most of my fic comes under that category, I'm hoping it works at least a little :D
So we have the beginnings of some possible Sweetapple Diaries :D
Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for proof reading and pointing out the bits that really didn't work :D ::hugs you tight:: And many thanks to the Sweetapple cheering squad - without you, there would be no Sweetapple ::hugs you all to bits::
Warnings for m/m fic and a bucket of fluff.
I hope you enjoy these little scribbles :D
-o-o-o-
14 Jul
We are going to Paris.
Mr Tracy told Virgil in no uncertain terms that he needed time off. I canât agree more. Hell, all the brothers need time off, but Virgil has been flagging lately. He denies it, of course. Workaholic to the core. I can see where he is coming from, but really, he needs to take better care of himself - they all do.
Paris was an interesting choice. Iâve never been to Europe, but I guess that comes with the billionaire territory.
I am excited, there are so many opportunities in Paris. Iâm particularly looking forward to seeing some real Da Vinci. Climbing the Eiffel Tower is also on my list.
But for our next holiday, I think weâll choose a spot more close to home. I know some quiet seaside towns where we could rent a bach and just lay back and relax.
Maybe France has a few hidden corners we could climb into.
Anyway, itâs something to look forward to. Really, anytime, anywhere, would be fantastic.
-o-o-o-
15 Jul
Today wasnât a good one. We had multiple failures in the latest prototype.
Erica isnât happy. She says it isnât my fault, but honestly, I should have seen at least one of them coming. The effect of vacuum on micro air pockets in a flexible solid is so obvious it was ridiculous. How did I miss it?
Dearest had to cancel out again. Mount Etna tried to take out some tourists.
Virgil isnât happy. Apparently, he has been warning the Italian authorities about the destabilisation of the volcanoâs eastern face, but because their equipment canât detect what International Rescueâs equipment can, they donât want to sacrifice the tourism euros to close the tours.
Fortunately, it was only a partial collapse and IR was able to save those caught in the landslide. I have to say though, Commander Tracy was furious in the holoclip shown on the news. I wouldnât want to be person responsible right now. Scott can get scary.
I did get to see some cool shots of Virgil in action though. That, I could never get tired of. He and Gordon manoeuvred Two and rappelled down to pull people out of the dirt and ash.
They are such heroes.
I do miss him, of course, but those poor people needed him more than I did.
Maybe we can holochat laterâŚoh god, itâs 3am already!
-o-o-o-
16 Jul
Erica woke me up this morning. Really, I love her, she is so good to me, but bloody hell, canât she knock?
Okay, it was nearly eleven and I had my phone on silent and I didnât answer the door andâŚ
At least I had my pyjama pants on, I guess.
What if Virgil had been here?
She said that was the reason she barged in, Virgil wasnât here - no great green âbird and Tracy Two wasnât logged at the airfield, and I was late for work. I might have been dead or something.
She cares and I appreciate that.
She could have held off the laughter, though.
Besides, I wasnât late for work. Work is on flexi-time and considering I was up until 1am last night analysing yesterdayâs screw ups, my sleep-in was natural and totally allowed.
Virgil left me a message with a âmaybe tonightâ. Iâm hoping, but if there is one thing Iâve learnt it is that whatever happens, happens. No hoping too hard.
So here I am writing this entry a little earlier to kill some of that hoping time.
We solved two out of the three problems we had yesterday. The third is being a pain in the ass. Erica says I should speak to John as this lies in his speciality. I said, not until weâve exhausted all our resources because John is a busy man.
Weâre all busy, she said, and he offered to help. Gordon helped with the water issues. I could even ask Alan.
Really? Itâs not at the point where I have to go to the top to help solve the problem. Weâll give it a few more days. Itâs urgent, but not life threatening like the Tracy brothers need to attend to. Theyâve got enough on their plate.
But John has such a lovely voice, she said.
I swear she does this just to rile me up.
That or she does have a thing for John. You would think she would have a thing for Mr Tracy, he was the one who saved her from the earthquake. Hell, she and Fireman Fred still have a mutual flirting thing going on.
â!
Virgil is here!
-o-o-o-
17 Jul
The sun rose early this morning. Somewhere in our haste we forgot to close the blinds and the first rays of dawn woke me.
Iâm not a morning person, Iâm the first to admit that. But this morningâŚ
Youâre lying on your belly and the covers have slipped down to your waist. The sun is painting your skin in shades of gold and your hair is glowing.
You are beautiful.
âŚ
PS: I havenât read anything, I promise. I just needed to write the image down and this book was the closest at hand. Can I paint you some time?
âŚ
He read the above to me when I woke.
Letâs just say I was late to work again.
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17 Jul (cont.)
Virgil stayed at MÄhia today. He helped with the issue we were having with the prototype, though we did end up calling John.
John was happy to help - man, he thinks fast. Donât get me wrong, I love my math and my physics, but John seems to be able to bend both to his will. It took him a total of five minutes. Five minutes! To design a solution to our problem - in between rescue calls.
It was one of those daunting moments where I could see exactly why they work so well together.
Of course, I am working with V.T. Green. Just let me name drop that right here. And the Voice Who AnswersâŚis my life real? How the hell did I end up here?
Frickinâ bloody amazing.
-o-o-o-
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#virgil tracy#alexander sweetapple#nuttyfic
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born under a bad sign is so good and so funny meg spends the entire episode marionetting sam around making him stab people and brazenly steal shit and like, be belligerent and harrass jo like ohhhh ahaha this'll get 'em! this one'll definitely be the last straw i cant wait to make them cain and abel it all over this whole stupid nation for exorcising me one single time and dean just straight up refuses to take the bait and doesn't even know there is bait to be taken he's just like. well my little brother would never. and there is another explanation. so jot that down and finally meg has to just shoot him
#he's like well im not superstitious like SOME people i dont think destiny makes us bad. i think we're bad on PURPOSE#and my little brother is GOOD .anyway detective time#and she's like aw fucks sake just get out of here and shoots him#then the exorcise her again and five years later she's their best frenemy and bodyguarding dean's amnesiac boyfriend#i love this show#spn
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Subservient | Azriel x Reader
Summary: Rhysâ reputation in Hewn City is less than stellar, so when an orphanage becomes overwhelmed, he offers to take some in. His plan doesnât turn out how he expected when heâs instead sent you, an employee there, sent to scope Rhys out before sending children to him. And in true High Lord fashion, he unceremoniously dumps you off on his brothers.
Word Count: ~ 3.4k
Warnings: Abuse, starvation, dehydration, child abuse, bruises, scars, injuries, traumatized reader, orphans, but it ends with some fluff I promise
A/N: thank you so much to anon who sent this req in, it def gave me the inspiration I needed, hope you enjoy<3
Requests are open!
When you first arrived, the first thought that Azriel had was that you were a sorry sight, hair clearly previously having been mangled and just brushed in time, clothes old and worn by others before you, eyes tired and dim as you didnât even try to take in your surroundings, looking completely out of it, even with the High Lord of Night Court sitting only twenty feet from you, lounging on a throne.
Azriel could pick up the subtlest shift of Rhysâ scent, the slight tinge of worry as he took you in, despite the sensual smirk that remained on his face, and his lazy posture like a cat spread out, stretching.
But they were in Hewn City, and Rhys couldnât afford to be himself in Hewn City, not yet anyway, not until the next generation of Fae that was less cold and brittle arrived. Which could take centuries, at the least. Even now, with the plan that was unfolding, it wasnât likely the citizens would see him as anything worth their time or support.
And as he watched you silently trudge up to the throne, giving the barest bow in recognition only when the older Fae elbowed you harshly in your too-thin figure, he wondered why he had even thought this would be a good idea. Sure, Rhys didnât have the best reputation in the Court of Nightmares, and the citizens were angry after the damage done to their city, and the lives lost.
The orphanage had taken in more children than they could handle, requiring help from citizens who werenât the most willing to serve.
This left Rhys with an idea, one that everyone else in the Inner Circle had given their support for eventually, albeit begrudgingly. He took two birds with one stone and took in some of the orphans to both raise his reputation and solve the orphanage size problem.
The only issue with it had been that the orphanage, despite its problems, and the obvious displays of uncleanliness, lack of employees, and even some abuse, refused to give Rhys any children, and though the High Lord could just override their order, that wouldnât help with the issue of his reputation.
And so theyâd agreed to send a worker, one that had grown up in the orphanage and lived there still, working full time to help the children. And look how well that had turned out, with this malnourished, beaten female showing up, barely even alive.
Rhys didnât speak, his eyes, unsmiling, on the male whoâd led you here, forcing him to speak first. The tension grew thick.
âHere she is, my Lord.â
He said, voice smooth despite the hint of nerves Azriel could detect under it, and in his body language. He was fidgeting, palms sweaty, scent blocked with some sort of sour spray commonly sold here in Hewn City, but Azriel could pick up the notes of fear in it, the anxiety.
Rhys watched silently, waiting just to watch the man slowly become more afraid, before speaking.
âVery well, then. Azriel, escort her to the House.â
He said with a simple wave of his hand, and despite the surprise that rose in Azriel about the fact that Rhys hadnât called the man out or exposed him in the slightest for the obvious mistreatment of the woman, he pushed it back down, walking over to you and gingerly picking your frail form up as if it might shatter with the slightest amount of force.
A silent winnow to the House of Wind, the shadows gently exploring you, reporting every little injury they found, the dehydration and starvation evident in your body, not to mention the clear lack of sleep from the dark eye bags you possessed.
âWhatâs your name?â
He tried to ask it softly, so as not to startle you, like talking to a cornered animal, but you weren't very responsive. He sighed near silently, walking to a table, the House pulling out a chair as he set you down in it. A glass of water appeared on the table, and that was the thing that seemed to make your eyes light up again, even if just a little bit. Maybe just natural instincts to get water after going so long without.
He gently grasped the water, bringing it to your lips as they parted, tilting the cup slightly to let the water flow down into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop eagerly, parched tongue that felt like sandpaper finally getting the hydration it screamed for.
You panted as he pulled the cup away, hand going to grasp it to bring it back, but he shook his head and you realized the cup was empty. The House, seeming to sense your thirstiness, decided to help, and your eyes widened when you saw water magically filling the cup. Azriel watched, a small smile playing on his lips at your awe and surprise.
âThe House is sentient,â
He explained, voice low and quiet. Gentle.
âIt decides that we need a bit of help, sometimes.â
You brought the cup back to your lips, drinking the liquid all down as your hand shakily held the cup. The House filled it up, and you drank again and repeated it until your stomach felt full of all the water it could hold, and you couldnât keep anything else down.
âFull?â
The shadowsinger asked, and you nodded hesitantly. He seemed to expect it.
âYouâll eat in the morning. For now..â
He glanced outside, at the darkness that had swept over the sky quickly, before turning back to you.
âIâll take you to your room.â
It was another silent moment, a walk, as he offered a hand you didnât take at first, only carefully taking after you tried to stand up and your knees buckled immediately. It was more like his arm around your waist, at this point, with how he was holding half of your weight up. Your eyes grew heavy, even as you gaped at the paintings adorning the walls, the carpet and rich wood beneath your feet, the fancy wallpapers and furniture. Just selling one of those pieces of furniture could pay for probably a decadeâs worth of food for the orphanage.
A fancy wooden door came into view with a carved siding and intricate leaf patterns with flowers carved around the handle, it opened for the both of you as he walked in. The bed in the center of the room was rich, but looked comfortable, just the way you liked it with the right pillows, blankets, sheets, and everything. There was a side table and a large closet, as well as another door you assumed led to a bathroom. You couldâve sworn you heard music playing somewhere down the hall.
As you walked in, he remained at the doorway, not going to enter your space without your permission as you leaned against the wall, slowly making your way to the bed until you sat down on the edge of it, still in your dirty clothes.
You were too tired to care.
He turned to leave, hand on the door handle before you spoke.
âY/N.â
He glanced at you, head tilting ever so slightly to the side, eyes narrowing just a bit.
âMy name,â
You clarified, voice raspy and thin, but slowly shedding its rough layer, smoothing over with every word you spoke.
âItâs Y/N.â
He looked at you for a long moment, hazel eyes peering into yours, before he gave a small nod, and walked away, the door clicking shut behind him.
~
That night had been the first time youâd spoken to any of them, and also one of your last nights seeing Azriel. Heâd been sent away on a mission, only giving you a brief introduction to his brother Cassian, a big, brutish-looking man with a smirk, who had forced you to eat properly every day and even convinced you to help out with the exercises today.
Thanks to the daily intake of protein and nutrients you got three times a day now, as well as water, your thin figure had filled out nicely, and you were outside, detangled and freshly washed hair tied back into a braid that the red-haired priestess had done for you after watching you struggle with doing it on your own. Youâd already forgotten her name. Something that started with G.
Cassian was trying to help you with the daily stretches that his mate, Nesta, had supposedly originally started with. Your body wasnât as frail as before but was stiff as a board due to the long hours of being forced into a wooden chair, or the days spent bent over tables folding laundry or over counters doing dishes, not to mention all the paperwork for an orphanageâŚ
You werenât flexible. At all.
âHere, try to move your hand slowly down, even just centimeter by centimeter.â
He was trying to get you to touch your toes, but you only frowned, hand refusing to go past the bottom of your knee as you tried to push it further, your already aching back screaming in protest.
The three other females out were practicing their swordplay, or whatever one would call the weapons they were wielding. You could hear steel on steel clinging from here, even, and you saw how Cassian wanted to join them. How his eyes kept glancing up at them, a hint of longing in them, maybe even a gleam of lust at the thought of seeing his mate sparring.
And you felt bad for holding him back from that, bad enough that you just wanted to get this last stupid stretch over so you could go back inside and quit wasting his time. With a little mental shove, you pushed your hand down further, jerking it down and-
Something hurt. Bad. A slight sound of something popping almost, and a sharp pain in the back of your leg. Years of controlling your expression from the harsh punishments of the older women in the orphanage came back as you forced it into a neutral, fingertips gracing your toe as you slowly shifted back into a standing position.
Cassian mustâve been too focused on the other females to notice your subtle limp, or how all of your weight was focused on one leg. He raised a brow, glancing back at you when he saw you shift up.
âI touched it.â
You said simply, and he grinned, genuine pride in his eyes gleaming so brightly that it hurt flashing as he nodded.
âYouâre making good progress, go take a break. Weâll pick it up tomorrow, yeah?â
You gave a nod, and he patted you gently on the back as he jogged past, picking up a sword and launching straight into sparring with Nesta as you managed to get into the House.
Cassian mightâve been a bit oblivious, but the House of Wind was anything but. Immediately, a chair appeared right near the entrance, and a strong sudden wind pushed you into it, a cold cushion appearing right beneath the aching spot in your thigh as you sat down.
The chair began moving, going straight into your room, where you shifted onto the bed, sitting on the edge.
Strangely though, the House didnât do anything further. Didnât provide any ice, or anything to compress it with, so you supposed it was up to you. Usually, it provided anything you needed badly.
Shifting up, your hand went to gently explore the back of your thigh, tenderly pushing against your pants to find the spot that was aching so badly, and soon enough, you found it. A sharp pain shot through your nerves as you grunted and flinched at it, hand immediately going away.
You tried to stand up, but your knee on that right thigh completely buckled, and you fell to the floor in a heap, vision swimming.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you loosed a deep breath, frustration blooming through you.
âNeed some help?â
A familiar low voice asked, and you opened your eyes, only to see Azriel standing right by one of the windows, head tilted to the side, hazel eyes examining. His shadows whirled around him, some carefully approaching you. You froze under his gaze, eyes widening.
âHow long have you been standing there?â
You asked, and he began to approach, long strides making their way to you as he crouched down in front of you. He hummed in thought, lips pursing before he answered.
âLong enough to know youâre hurt. Can I pick you up?â
He questioned, eyes peering into yours, asking for consent. After just picking you straight up that first introduction without asking, he figured he mightâve not made the best impression, and he planned to undo that. Or maybe he was just overthinking this whole thing. Either way, consent is still a good thing to get.
You nodded, glancing down at your leg as you began trying to squirm, but with a single shake of his head, Azriel shut it down. His hands wrapped around you, slowly lifting you up and carefully to avoid your hurt thigh as he took you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet seat.
âDo you know whatâs..wrong with it?â
You asked, and he glanced at your right thigh, shadows flitting around him.
âIâd assume a hamstring tear. Hopefully just a partial one.â
You gulped nearly audibly at that. An entire hamstring tear, just from some stupid stretches that you couldnât get down. Youâd bothered this family enough, and to have Azriel, probably fresh from a mission and tired as hell, having to help you with thisâŚit was more than embarrassing as well.
âIâm going to need toâŚâ
He swallowed awkwardly, gesturing to your pants, and you grimaced. He mustâve noticed, because he quickly offered up a solution.
âI can have the shadows do it, they wonât hurt you. Promise.â
You nodded at that, a breathy little-
âOkay,â
-escaping your lips. Azriel turned away as the cool touch of the shadows, at first made you shudder, though you eventually adjusted as they unbuttoned the pants, slowly slipping them off, making sure the material didnât put any pressure against your injured leg. They also made sure to tug your shirt down to cover your underwear, which you silently thanked them for. You didnât need the shadowsinger seeing all that.
He eventually turned back around, probably having been signaled by his shadows that they were done. His gaze remained respectful, making sure to never wander as he bent down, glancing up at the bottom of your thigh and frowning to himself, before nodding.
âTorn hamstring. Weâll keep pressure and ice on it while I wait for Madja.â
You blinked.
âWe? Also, whoâs Madja?â
You asked, brows furrowed in mild confusion.
âMadja is our family healer. Sheâs been doing it for centuries now, I sent my shadows to contact her the moment I saw you injured. And you arenât going to be staying all alone while injured. Itâs a âweâ situation.â
He replied bluntly, somehow still not a rude sort of blunt, though. Your cheeks turned red.
âYou didnât have to do that, itâs not that bad. Really, I couldâve managed-â
He cut you off before you even got the rest of the sentence out.
âYou collapsed from the pain while trying to stand up. It was that bad. Despite whatever you experienced while at that orphanage may have led you to believe, you are not subservient, and you are allowed to have problems.â
He said almost sternly, and you sat there, shocked for a moment.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
You said, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, and he gave you a doubtful look, moving to sit down so he wasnât towering over you, settling on the floor across from where you were sitting.
âIâm not stupid, Y/N. I see the way you clean the dishes off after dinners, help set the table before them, offer to babysit Nyx for Feyre, clean the weapons the Valkyries use in training for themâŚitâs obvious.â
His hazel eyes met yours yet again, and you tried to swallow that lump down, failing, again.
âItâs hard not to try and help out when Iâm just stuck here as some charity case for the High Lord.â
There it was. The truth finally came out.
It felt bad saying it out loud, worse than it sounded in your head, but it got rid of some of the pressure in your chest finally saying it.
The orphans were starving and dehydrated, abused, and here you were, complaining about getting unlimited access to food, water, exercise, and plenty of opportunities those children wouldâve gobbled up, opportunities you wouldâve gobbled up at their age, had you gotten the chance.
Azriel didnât look surprised. In fact, he looked like heâd been expecting you to say this eventually.
âItâs justâbeing stuck here, with all these things, when the children at the orphanage need them more than me, with the food shortages and dehydration, and Mother knows the abuse going on behind the scenesâit just feels wrong.â
He let you talk, watching you rant, while a pack of ice appeared on the floor, given by the House. When you finally managed to calm down, tears still welling in your eyes from frustration and anger, he stood up, hand resting on your shoulder.
âI know.â
He said quietly, and you sniffled, glancing up at him.
âWhat?â
He hesitated, before answering your question.
âI knew the orphanage wasnât right. Iâve known for a while. It wasnât about a charity case, or thatâs not why I originally suggested it. I needed a whistleblower to shut it down.â
Your eyes widened at his words.
âYou want me toâŚâ
âOnly if you want to.â
The decision was yours.
Would you keep your mouth shut about the things youâd experienced as a child and employee at the orphanage, where youâd been trapped and abused for years, or would you finally stop being subservient and ignoring your own needs?
~
Nearly six months later, the final court proceedings went through.
It was shut down, and the children all relocated to Velarisâ orphanage funded by Feyreâs earnings from her art studio. After several bruises, scars, deformities, and the obvious malnourishment and illness in most children and employees were pointed out, not to mention some first-hand testimonies led by you, and a handful of other employees and children, it was an open and shut case.
It was a wonder no one had uncovered it earlier.
Almost as if theyâd been purposefully ignoring it.
But it was over now, you thought, as you stood in one of the many balconies at the House of Wind, looking at the view over Velaris. A warm presence made itself known as cool shadows began slithering up your arms that were on the railing.
He stood beside you, also taking in the view. His scarred hands, unbound by the usual gloves he wore when getting home from missions, rested on the railing. Your cold hands slowly crept up to his, fingers brushing, both of you holding your breath as your eyes met, and your fingers intertwined slowly, carefully.
Gently, but not because you were fragile, not because Azriel thought you would easily break, he'd already learned that even when youâd been put through trial and tribulation time after time you came out dented, but whole. It was gentle because you both needed a slight reprieve from the worldâs chaos and violence. From the horrors that lurked in your mind, prowling and waiting for the right moment to come back up, unwelcome and unwanted.
His wings shifted, one curling around you as he subtly shifted you closer, the limp less pronounced in your sideways step toward him.
Your free hand made its way to his cheek, softly stroking with the pad of your thumb, the barely developed calluses from your training with Cassian a soothing feeling for Azriel. His free hand made to lightly stroke your cheek, letting you take the lead. Giving you a choice.
You leaned in closer, and he bent down slightly, just so you wouldnât have to rise on your toes to reach his face. Your lips brushed softly against his, a tentative touch, but not unsure as his reaction of kissing you back spurred you on.
And for a moment, both of you intertwined beneath the sky, everything was alright.
#writers on tumblr#acotar fanfiction#acotar fandom#acotar x reader#acotar fluff#azriel#azriel acotar#azriel x reader#azriel fluff#azriel x y/n#azriel angst#azriel x you#azriel fanfic#azriel shadowsinger#send asks#anon ask#angst#acotar#a court of thorns and roses
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The rain was coming down like a giant was pissing on the city.
It was times like this that I wished I was human. Detectives love rain. They want the stuff to wash them away with the scum of the street.
I canât stand water. Never touched the stuff.
My name is Ginger. Once upon a time I used to be the Gingerbread Man. Now Iâm a private dick and I drink enough to be a rum cake.
Itâs a hard job if you arenât a tough cookie. I have all the requirements. Iâm sugar and spice and a whole heaping of trouble.
I also got an umbrella I borrowed from the Wicked Witch of the West after a case last month. It helps on days like this.
The city was still sleeping like Snow White when I made my way to the crime scene. I turned into an alley and stepped into the remains of a pillow fight from hell. White feathers were scattered across the alley like a soggy snowfall. Blood mixed with rain and trickled down the cobblestones.
Gretel gave me a nod when I walked up. Gretelâs good people. Sheâs the only person I know who wonât try to eat me. âThought you might want to see this, Ginger.â
âYouâve been stuffing pillows tonight, Gretel? It looks like Christmas in here.â
Gretel made a face and pointed a thumb to a lump under a tarp. âThen you just missed the Christmas dinner,â she said.
I took a look. There wasnât much to see besides a greasy little pile of what youâd get if you ate a whole rotisserie chicken down to the bones.
The vic was Chicken Little. I knew the name. Little was a local nut who started a doomsday cult in the neighbourhood. I thought sheâd be the kind of dame whoâd get into trouble someday.
This wasnât what I had in mind. Whoâd want to whack a pamphlet thumper who thought the world was going to end anyways?
I picked up a rib. There were tiny scrapes scored across it in a line, like sheâd been using it to count the days to oblivion.
I stared. âThese are teeth marks, Gretel.â
I looked up. Gretel looked sick. Thatâs when I knew for sure.
âThese are fox teeth, Gretel,â I said. âThereâs a fox in the city.â
âGinger, I think you should leave town.â
I flicked the rib back down into the pile of bones and pulled a stub of a candy cane cigar out of my trench coat pocket. âMy brother has a house out in the country,â Gretel was saying. âHe hates eating gingerbread as much as me. Youâd be safe out there for a few days until we can track this fox down.â
I patted down my pockets for a light. Gretel took pity on me and knelt into the shade of the umbrella to light a match.
I puffed a few clouds of peppermint smoke. For a second it really was like Christmas in that alleyway.
I donât care much for Christmas. Typically people look at me and think of dessert.
âGretel, youâre good people,â I said. I didnât realize that I hadnât said it before. It felt like it had to be said. âThanks for letting me know.â
âJesus Christ, Ginger, you know how your story ends.â
âYeah, well. We're all trying to run, run, run as fast as we can from who you are.â I took one last drag and turned out of the alley towards the soggy city. For once, I wished the rain could wash me away. âBut eventually it catches up to us.â
#fairy tales#the gingerbread man#hansel and gretel#chicken little#narrativia#short story#drabble#ficlet#noir
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It's finally here!!!
Graphic design is my passion LMFAO but as i said i would do a while back,i've created a masterpost of all the Jason Todd content that's worth your time!This is rather long but he's existed since 1983 so!!
Base edit is my little sister @mayameanderings and tagging @coffeemilkcatz and @nanaonmars since they said yes when i asked if they wanted me to!Let's dive in then!
Batman 408-426,Detective comics 568-582,Superman annual 11,New Teen Titans 18-31,Blue Devil 19,Action comics 556 and 594,Batman Annuals 10-12 and Batman(The cult)for pre-reboot Robin!Jason my beloved
Nightwing Year One 101-106,New Teen Titans 55,Nightwing 10(1997)and Legends of the Dark Knight 100 for Dick and Jason siblinghood,Gotham Knights 34 for the short story of him and Alfred and Detective comics 790 for Bruce telling Cass about him as it takes place on Jason's birthday
Lost Days aka the Red Hood prologue
Under The Red Hood(2010)-The original comic is good in it's own right but the movie is leagues better written(Rare comic book adaption exception lmao)
Robin 177 and 182-183 for the actual Tim and Jason beef instead of 'replacement' and 'enemy to caretaker' bs
Azreal:Death's Dark Knight 3(Can't give commentary on this one since i don't know Azreal like that,sorry)
Red Hood and The Outlaws(2016).Unlike the Utrh comic vs the Utrh movie,the original Rhato has nothing positive like the reboot
Not TECHNICALLY Jason BUT Duke is his favorite brother and Stephanie's the only Batfam girl he's truly close to so you should also stan them since he'd want you to /lh
Red Hood:Outlaw for the confirmation that Red Hood loves black women from infinity to infinityyyyy(meaning his love interest Dana Harlowe is introduced and featured as an mc in this run)
Urban Legends 1-6 for his return to the Batfam-Messy tbh but i do enjoy parts of it!
Task Force Z for him and Stephanie being a vigilante team and it has a prelude,that being Detective comics 1041-1043
Unkillables and Joker:The Man Who Stopped Laughing for Jayrose goodies and more of the above
Gotham War if you feel like turning off your brain to look at good art and laugh at dogshit writing
Red Hood:The Hill is his current run and when our queen Dana comes home from comics limbo!!!
The following is a misc list that's not required to include in your Jason knowledge but HIGHLY recommended you do just for fun!
Tiny Titans 23,29,33,39,45 and 47,Bombshells 46,60 and 62,Bombshells United 18-24,Lego Batman:Family Matters,A Death In The Family 2020,Batman:The Adventures Continue,Batman/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 5-6,The Doom That Came to Gotham 2023 and The Teen Titans Go episode 'The Best Robin'(Pre-Reboot Robin Jason rights!!!).Also look up 'Nobody cares about Tim Drake' if you don't know what that is,you'll love it
Jason also appears in the Lego DC Super Villains games that i highly recommend as well especially because my girlfriend is a mega fan of it and i don't know much about Lego Batman 3:Beyond Gotham but please avoid the aformentioned original Rhato,Red Hood:Outlaws and the Gotham Knights game as they feature extremely problematic writing not limited to but including racialized misogyny and ableism and do disservice to Jason himself anyway so you wouldn't want to consume them to begin with if you want to like him.I have mixed feelings on the Arkham Knight and Injustice games series' but they are objectively fairly good so i wouldn't say no to giving them a shot to see if you like them
And for the finale we have Wayne Family Adventures-Definitely a good read but to be totally honest it does Duke DIRTY and it sucks so much of DC to have marketed as his series to not only not follow through at all and make it an ensemble cast instead but ALSO deprive him of his actual characterization and story to make him a demure weak black boy stereotype.I won't judge you at all for liking it if you decided to read it or have already but kindly keep this in mind and consider joining me and my mutuals in our rewrite of it to give our Signal of Hope and Chaos the writing he deserves or at least support us through likes and reblogs!Happy Jason readings and have a good dayđ
#jason todd#black jason todd#latino jason todd#afrolatino jason supremacy#trans jason todd#autistic jason todd#bipan jason todd#aroaceflux jason todd#robin#red hood#jaydana#jaytemis#jayrose#jayeddie#batfam#anti rhato#jason todd deserves better#antijayroy#antijoyfire#anti batcest#ditf#lost days#utrh#rhato#the outlaws#dead sidekicks force#the anomalies#jaysumm#đ#summerposting
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hello dead boy detectives fandom and bbc merlin fandom. i know there is a decent overlap between the two out there because i am either followed by or have followed several blogs myself that post about both merlin and dead boy detectives, so hopefully this finds its target audience. anyway a little while ago i became obsessed with the idea of merlin and kashi being besties, so i started writing a thing, and i donât know if or WHEN iâll finish the thing but i donât want it to stay hidden until then so i am posting the incomplete and very unpolished version to tumblr. and who knows maybe if people like it that will give me the motivation to rewatch some merlin and actually finish it
anyways without further ado. hereâs 1000 words of merlin engaging in (fairly mild) shenanigans in port townsend
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There was a cat sitting on a rock.
Port Townsend had quite a lot of cats, Merlin had discovered. There had been at least one in sight at all times since heâd arrived in the small coastal town. This cat was regarding him with an expression that might have been called scrutinizing, had it been made by any face other than a catâs. That is to say, it looked rather like cats typically do, which is scrutinizing as it is.
âHello,â said Merlin, just to be polite. He had a bit of time before Kashiâs hostâAngie, heâd said her name wasâcame to the surface, after all, and he was in the mood for a spot of conversation.
âOh, great, itâs another oâ you English twats,â said the cat. âThe hell are you doinâ here?â
âIâm visiting an old friend,â said Merlin. âWe meet for tea every so often, to catch up. Thisâll be my first time seeing his new place. I wonât be staying long.â
The cat settled further onto the rock, folding all four of its legs underneath its body. Its tail flicked lightly before curling around its haunches.
âGood,â it said. âHopefully you wonât cause as much trouble as those two dead little shits from a couple months back. Brits, I tell yaâainât good for nothinâ. The Cat Kingâs still hung up on the stuffy little asshole.â
Merlin hummed. âHuh. I donât think Iâve met a king of cats before. Whatâs he like?â Heâd met a number of kings in his times, including, quite recently, the King of Dreamsâbut that number had never included a king of Cats.
âNone oâ your fuckinâ business,â said the cat. âHold onâwho are you, anyway? You donât smell human, and youâre not dead.â
âIâm Merlin,â said Merlin. He thought it sticking his hand out for a shake, then thought better of it. âPleased to meet you.â
The cat snorted. âWhat, like the wizard?â
âWarlock, actually,â said Merlin. âBut yes.â
The cat opened its mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by a whispered voice floating up from the shore.
Arthurâs voice.
âMerlin,â he called, his voice sounding exactly as it always had when Merlin did something far too stupid and risky for a servant, and he had to hide his worry under blankets of annoyance. âMerlin, are you there?â
âFuckinâ Christ, again?â The cat grumbled. âThere wadnât even no storm last night!â
Merlin cleared his throat, shaking loose the small lump that had grown there at the sound. Kashi had warned him about Angieâs hunting techniques, so heâd known what to expect, but it was still something of a shock to hear in person.
âI think thatâs my ride,â Merlin said. He turned to the cat and gave a little wave. âIâll be off, then. Thanks for chatting with me!â
âWhaâhey!!â The cat exclaimed as Merlin turned and headed for the cliff. âNoâOi, stop that! Donâtâoh, brotherâŚâ
Merlin leaned over the stone barrier to peer down into the water, where a large light was pulsing visibly just below the surface. As he watched, his phone began to ring in his jeans pocket. He was still watching when he brought it up to his ear to answer.
âHello, my friend!â Crackled Kashiâs enthusiastic voice from the end of the line.
Merlin squinted against the rays of sunlight lancing off the water.
âIs that you down there, Kashi?â
âYes, it is me. And this is Angie! Say, hello, Angie!â
A loud, almost thunderous roar shook the sound, sending waves clawing at the sandy shore below.
âHi, Angie,â Merlin shouted down to the creature. Then he waved. He doubted she could see him, but it didnât hurt to be polite.
To Kashi, he asked, âHow should I get in? Should I teleport?â
âBest not,â said Kashi. âYour style of teleportation might upset her stomach. Just jump down! She will catch you. Being swallowed is not the most pleasant feeling, but Iâve asked her not to chew on you.â
âYeah, Iâve been swallowed before,â said Merlin, thinking back to a very particular instance with a giant snake in the Andes mountains. That was the time he discovered he could bounce back from being fully digestedâalthough digging himself out of a pellet of giant snake dung after his body reformed inside it had not been fun.
âAre you there, Merlin?â
Merlin shuddered and shook his head to clear it of the discomfiting deja vu. âYeahâyep. Iâll be right down. I just jump in?â
âExactly, yes,â said Kashi. âIt is not a far drop, so you should be fine.â
âRight,â said Merlin. âWell, see you in a minute, then.â
âLooking forward to it!â
Merlin hung up and deftly tucked the phone back into his pocket. Then, he climbed up onto the stone wall, andâafter ensuring there was no one around to be traumatized by what it would seem like he was doingâperformed an exquisite swan dive into the water.
Being swallowed was about as pleasant a feeling as Merlin remembered it being. That is to say, he felt rather how he imagined toothpaste being squeezed out of the tube might feel, had it possessed any of the five senses or been in any way alive. This time, though, he did not have to endure the process of being digestedâwhich had taken nearly a month, given that Merlinâs first time being swallowed had been by a gigantic snakeâand was instead spat out onto the floor of a large, warmly-lit cavern, drenched to the bone and coated in fish mucus.
A step up from being digested by a snake, all things considered.
âEugh,â said Merlin.
It was then, of course, that Kashi appeared, stooping down and offering Merlin a hand to pull himself up with. Merlin took it and thanked him.
âWelcome in, welcome in!â Kashi said, grinning widely. âSorry about the mess. I tried to clean up a bit before you came, but things got thrown around in the journey to the surface. Speaking ofââ he raised a finger, and the ground beneath Merlinâs feetâwhich was disturbingly hard and dry for being the stomach of a fishâbegan to shake. ââshe seems to be going back to the bottom now. Come, sit, so you donât lose your feet!â
âNice place youâve got,â Merlin said, allowing Kashi to lead him across the quaking floor to a small table near the back. âDefinitely the best-furnished stomach Iâve ever been in.â
âYes, itâs very nice,â Kashi agreed.
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"Tactical Village"
Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship
Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff
Series Masterlist
âDo you recognise any of these men?â Y/n asked a woman who was wearing a âVisitorâ tag.Â
The woman shook her head, saying, âI was hiding in the bathroom stall so I didnât see his face. But, I heard him. He was singing along to the track.â
âDo you remember what he was singing?â
âOh my gosh, no, Y/n,â Jason couldnât help but let out a laugh. âDonât do itâŚ.â Y/n chuckled along with him. Captain Wayne had assigned a detective to Y/n whenever she interrogated a perp. There had been an⌠incident.Â
Cass didnât know who gave Y/n a guitar, but the woman was currently torturing a perp with her terrible playing of the instrument, accompanying the sound with loud, off-tune screaming.Â
The woman shrugged. âI think it was that song âI Want it That Way.â âÂ
Y/n hummed. âBackstreet Boys, Iâm familiar.â
âMaybe a little too familiar,â Jason muttered. He thought of all the times Y/n had agonised both the criminals and detectives on duty with their songs.
âNumber one,â Y/n ignored Jason, pressing a button for the intercom. âCould you please sing the opening to âI Want it That Way?ââ
âReally? Uh⌠okay,â Perp 1 said. âYou are⌠my fire?â
Y/n glanced over to the witness who shook her head. âNumber two, keep it going.â
âThe one⌠desire.â Perp 2 squinted to Perp 1, looking for confirmation that this was actually happening.Â
âNumber three?â Y/n nodded along to the nonexistent beat.Â
âBelieve⌠when I say?â
âNumber four!â Y/n called out, grinning widely, leaning on the desk.
âI want it that way.â
âTELL ME WHY!â Y/n sang loudly into the microphone.Â
âAinât nothing but a heartache,â all the suspects chanted along.Â
âTELL ME WHY!â
âAinât nothing but a mistakeâŚâ
âNow number five,â Y/n crooned to the melody.
Perp 5 raised his hand, losing himself in the music. âI never wanna hear you say,â
âWHOO!â Y/n shouted out.
âI want it that way,â everyone finished together.
âChills! Literal chills!â Y/n shivered, giggling.Â
âIt was number five,â the woman said. âNumber five killed my brother.âÂ
âOh my gosh, I totally forgot about that,â Jason murmured. âAnd, Y/n, just so you know, you pressed the âspeakerâ button. Everyone in the precinct could hear that.âÂ
âOhhh⌠whoops?â
âHappy Tactical Village Day!â Y/n high-fived Tim on her way in the door. âHappy Tactical Village Day, Cass! Happy Tactical Village Day!â
âL/n, I'm surprised to see you so excited about departmentally mandated training exercises,â Wayne commented.Â
âWhy, âtis the most fun day of the year, my good sir! Something you wouldn't understand, because you're not programmed to feel joy.â
âYes, but my software is due for an upgrade,â Wayne retorted.
âWhen you play along with the robot jokes it ruins my enjoyment of them,â Y/n pouted.
âYes, I am aware.â
âAnyway, Tactical Village Day is awesome!â Y/n continued with her rant. âWe get to field test a bunch of cool, new weapons and there's always a fun training situation. Last year's was prison break. It got uber violent. It was like being in an action movie.â Her eyes went wide with excitement.
Y/n was using a piece of her hair to slowly chisel away at a metal bar of a cell.
âY/n?â Steph called from the other end of the cell. âCass and I dug a tunnel. Wanna use it?â
âGo on without me,â Y/n said in a deep, gruff voice. âIâll make due by myself.â
âIt's also a good opportunity for us to bond as a unit,â Steph said, reminding them all the true reason of Tactical Village Day.
âEverybody gets into it,â Y/n exclaimed.Â
Jason kicked down a door and he and Dick rushed through it, screaming as they stormed the room.Â
It turned out to be a supply closet.
âSuffice to say, the sixty-sixth has never had a perfect run,â Dick chuckled and scratched his neck.Â
âYeah, but Y/n has been the finalist for coolest kill two years in a row,â Stephanie said. âEvery precinct sends their footage and all the cops vote.â
âIt's not that big of a deal,â Y/n waved her away. âAll you win is a children's tennis trophy, soâŚâ
âYou desperately want that trophy, don't you?â Wayne asked.
âSo badly.â Y/n growled. âI will stop at nothing to obtain my prize. I'll shoot all of you in the face if I have to!â
âGo team,â Damian said monotonously.Â
âOkay, so,â Y/n slid into the seat next to Jasonâs on the bus ride over. âIâve figured out my fictional persona for this yearâs shooty-shooty rootin-tootie.â
âHow the hell do you come up with these names?â Jason muttered, mostly to himself.Â
âI am⌠Gina Thunderhouse. Russian spy, weapons master, and total badass. I even have cool Russian accent.â she said in a bad accent. âBabushka. Moscow. Rasputin.âÂ
âYou know âbabushkaâ means âgrandma,â right?â
âWhatever. At least I have a persona, Mr. Iâm-not-even-trying-to-be-fun.â
âThis training isnât about fun,â Jason frowned. âItâs about honing our skills to be better officers.â
âWe shoot paint at pretend bad guys!â Y/n cried. âHow is that not fun?!â
âIâm gonna go talk to Dick,â Jason said, standing up. âYou have fun thinking of more Russian words.â
Steph quickly filled Jasonâs empty seat, grinning sharply. âSeems like you two are getting cosy!â
âCome on, Brown. Not this again!â
âYou gotta admit thereâs spark.âÂ
âHow many times do I have to tell you?!â Y/n exclaimed. âHeâs like a brother to me.â
âAnd Leia was like a sister to Luke,â Steph sang out.
âOkay, thatâs not fair. Luke didnât know! No one knew.â
Steph shrugged and let the conversation go, though a smile flitted through her lips. Soon, the sixty-sixth arrived at the building where Tactical Village Day would commence. Walking in the doors, duffel bags full of gear and weapons in hand, Y/n shouted out, âThe six-six is in the house!âÂ
âSix-six!â The rest of the crew echoed.
âHey! Biz!â Y/n greeted an old friend. âThey upgraded you from bystander to perp! Thatâs great, man. Still gonna blow your brains out though.â
âWouldnât expect anything else,â Biz waved back.
âJason Todd?â A voice spoke from a crowd of detectives and cops. âIs that you?â
âRose?â Jasonâs head whipped towards the voice. âItâs been so long! Whatâre you doing here?â
âIâm with the seventeenth now,â she explained. âWeâre paired with you guys today.â Rose was a tall, slim, blonde girl whom it seemed Jason connected with very well.Â
âWha- whatâs going on here?â Y/n shuffled up to them, Steph close behind.Â
âOh, Y/n, this is Rose Wilson.â Rose held out a hand and Y/n firmly shook it. âRose, this is Y/n L/n. Sheâs the life of the six-six.â He placed a hand on Y/nâs lower back, pushing her slightly forward.Â
âNice to meet you,â Rose said.Â
âLikewise,â Y/n pressed her lips together in a smile.Â
âWell, I gotta go,â Rose hugged Jason. âIâll see you later, though. Great seeing you.â
âYou too,â Jason returned the hug.Â
Once Rose had left with a wave, Y/n turned to Jason and questioned, âSo⌠who was that?â
âThat was Rose,â Jason said as if it was the most obvious thing. âWe went on a couple of dates last year.âÂ
âYou did?â Steph asked. Y/n had forgotten she was behind her. Cass joined them, silently backing up her friends.
âYeah, I liked her, but she was stationed in Metropolis so I didnât get to see much of her. I guess it just fizzled out.â
âRight,â Y/n gawaffed. âThat's the girl you said the lame stuff about. Like âshe's a good listenerâ and shit.â Internally, she felt bad for deriding Rose- she seemed like a nice person- but she couldnât help but take a rag at Jason.
âI'm sorry, what do you look for in a relationship?â Jason asked snarkily.Â
âI don't know,â Y/n shrugged. âReal stuff. Shape of their ass. Sense of dark humour.â
âOf course.â Jason rolled his eyes and stalked away.
âIsnât it weird that Jason dated that girl?â Y/n scoffed, hands on her hips.
Steph raised her brows, mirroring L/nâs stance. âWhy do you care so much?â Her voice rose higher with each word.
âOkay, first of all, your insinuating voice is way too high,â Y/n accused. âIt's weird. And second, I don't care. I'm just wondering why he would like her.â
âWhatever you say,â Steph said, voice still high-pitched and she shuddered. âOkay, yeah, I hear it now. I sound like Cat from Sam and Cat.â
âYes, you do.â Cass agreed. âBut, I agree. L/n needs to confront her feelings for Todd and woman up.â
Y/n rolled her eyes and excused herself from the conversation, claiming the need to talk to Tim.
âOh, this is so cool!â Y/n squealed, holding a parallel gun. âYou can shoot around corners. I love guns.â She sighed and said, âI'm gonna make such a good mom someday.â
Jason shook his head, lips pursing. âNot even gonna touch that.â
âNot even gonna touch that: Title of your sex tape,â Y/n muttered, then chuckled. âCome on, man. At least make me work for it.â
Soon, it was time for the sixty-sixth to run the simulation. The team was standing by the door, waiting to be let in when Y/n slid by on her knees, making a dramatic entrance. âGina Thunderhouse had arrived.â Her voice was, once again, accented in a bad Russian tone.
âThat was majestic,â Tim joked.
âCustom kneepads to help me win coolest kill,â Y/n patted her knees, showing off her kneepads. After an awkward silence, she asked, âWhat, don't tell me Thunderhouse is the only lady here with a signature move!â
Tim shrugged. âI was bouncing around the idea where when I'm out of ammo, I release my mag and dropkick or chuck it into someone's throat.â
âYou know how people hold their guns sideways to look cool?â Dick asked. Y/n nodded and the sarge continued, âIt got me thinking. What if you held your gun upside-down?â He demonstrated it, flipping his gun upside down, finger still on trigger.
Before Y/n could respond with how that was an incredibly stupid idea, a loud buzzer sounded and another precinct marched out the door, looking victorious.
âSeventeenthâs done.â Y/n muttered and Stephanie stepped closer to her. âHeads up.â
âHey. How'd it go?â Jason greeted Rose.Â
Rose smiled and replied, âit went well. We had a perfect run! And not to brag, but I think we just set a GCPD course record for time.â
âDefinitely a brag,â Y/n huffed quietly.Â
âA course record?â Jasonâs brows shot up. âThatâs so cool.â
âThanks.â Rose looked up at him. âI'm psyched. By the way, good luck in there.â
âThanks,â Jason called after her as she walked away.
âAll right, huddle up.â Y/n pulled Jason away by the strap of his vest and into a group huddle. âThis is how it's going down.â
âWhat happened to your accent, Gina?â Steph asked teasingly, knowing full well what was going on.
âForget that shit.â Y/n frowned. âWe're taking this seriously. Okay, on three: Let's break that course record and be the best precinct here! One, two, three!â
The group repeated, âletâs break that course record and⌠uhâŚâ They all trailed off, mumbling different things as they forgot the words.Â
âYeah, I agree, it was too many words.â Y/n grimaced. âLetâs just do it.â
âOkay, I've got the details for this simulation.â Dick sat in front of a console, radioing in to everyoneâs headsets. âA group of armed men entered an embassy and took hostages.â
âWhich embassy?â Y/n couldn't help but ask. She shook her head, reminding herself to stay focused. âDoesn't matter. Weâll just say, Canada. Theyâre too nice to say no if someone asks to take them hostage. So take out the perps, clear the civilians, rescue the hostages?â
âAffirmative,â Dick confirmed. âThis is an active shooter situation. You're cleared for maximum engagement.â
ââMaximum engagement?ââ Y/n scoffed. âWhat is this, Jurassic Park: The Ride?âÂ
Dick didnât answer, commanding, âBrown and Drake, perimeter security. Brown, make sure he doesnât fall asleep, but also doesnât die from caffeine overdose. He only got two and a half hours last night.â
âGot it,â Brown said, yanking Timâs cup of coffee away from him.
âL/n and Todd, you're the assault team. I'll be in the command centre. Cain, I need you to do surveillance on the places I canât see.â
âOn it.â Cass disappeared into the vents and Dick stared after her, wondering how she didnât end up as an assassin-for-hire.
âAll right, focus up,â Y/n said into the comms. âWe got eighteen minutes and forty-one seconds to break this record. No screwing around.â
âWow, you're really not gonna do a character?â Jason asked, smirking.
âI am playing a character,â Y/n said. âA no-nonsense detective whose only goal is to set this course record. Her name is Y/n L/n. Sheâs a kid who grew up with an absent father and just wants to prove herself. I don't have time for her full back-story. Sarge, please, letâs start.â
âOkay, guys, and go!â Dick clicked a stopwatch and the team rushed in.
Y/n zipped around a corner, gun drawn. When she didnât see anyone, she called, âclear!â
She and Jason repeated the actions, peeking around corners and yelling, âclear.â
Y/n turned around a corner and fired two shots at a cop labelled âPERP.â
âNice,â Jason commented.
Y/n ignored him and said, âokay, only three perps left. We might actually do this.â
Dickâs voice came in through the comms. âL/n, Cain has intel that thereâs a hostage in room 409.â
âCopy that.â Y/n inhaled and said, âI love how it always smells like fresh paint here. Reminds me of how often I moved as a child.â
âNo talking,â Jason reminded her. âYou'll give away our position.â
âLook out!â Y/n was staring over his shoulder. She quickly lifted her gun and fired a shot at someone.Â
Jason shielded away from the noise. âThat was close.â He inspected Y/n and said, âthere's paint in your hair.â He reached up and smoothed the paint away. âThanks for shooting that guy.â
âMy pleasure.â Y/n followed him around the corner and stared at a door marked 409. âThe hostages are in there. Intel says there's a couple of heavily-armed perps with them.â
Jason asked, âyou want to wait for backup?â
Y/n shook her head. âNo time. We only have a minute to win the record.â She sighed and declared, âI'm going in.â At Jasonâs scandalised look, she reassured him, smiling. She gently took Jasonâs gun from his hands. âDon't worry. I have a plan on how to beat them: Give up.â
âWhat?!â
âTrust me,â Y/n said. âOr don't.â She shrugged. âI'm doing it anyway.â Jasonâs heart dropped, watching her walk cautiously into the room. She announced, hands holding her guns in the air, âGCPD! Don't shoot!â Inside the room were two perps, guarding three hostages. âI'm here to surrender,â Y/n told them. The hostages looked at her as if she was crazy. âLet the hostages go and take me instead,â she said.Â
âNot happening.â One of the perps growled. âDrop your weapon!â
âOkay, okay, my fingers are off the triggers.â Y/n agreed, dangling her guns off her fingers. âI'm just gonna slowly put them down in front of meâŚ.â She started crouching down. Jason watched, aghast, from the doorway. âIâm slowly putting 'emâŚâ Suddenly, she twisted her fingers around and pulled the triggers, shooting the two perps in the chest.
âGoddamn it!â One of the perps yelled.
âDick, time!â Y/n shouted into her comm.
â18 minutes, 28 seconds. You broke the record!â Dick cried back.
âYes! Nice!â Jason ran in and hugged Y/n tightly, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. She squealed and hugged him back.Â
Jason paraded her out of the room and they greeted their teammates to a chorus of cheers, applause, and claps on the back.
âAh, there she is!â Dick called.
âThe record is ours.â Y/n spread her arms.
âI still can't believe your final kill came from Dickâs move.â Tim shook his head, looking disgusted.
âYou went upsy-downsies?â Dick gasped. âThat's what I call it, because you hold the gun upside-down.â
Y/n sighed. âYes, Richard, I went upsy-downsies. And none of you shall ever speak of it again.â
âBut I want to speak of it,â Jason whined. âYou looked really stupid.â
âAlright, let's go.â Dick grinned. âDrinks are on me.â
âNice! Here we go, six-six!â Y/n held her hand up to Jason for a high-five, face flushed with excitement.
Jason grimaced. âActually, Rose asked me to dinner, so maybe I can meet up with you guys afterwards?â
Y/nâs face dropped. âOh. Sure. Yeah. Of course. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool.â Jason nodded and left, giving goodbyes as he walked away.
âWhat's going on, Gina Thunderhouse?â Cass smirked, sidling up with Steph.Â
Y/n muttered, âwhat do you think Jason sees in Rose?â
âSo you do like him!â Steph accused, smiling slyly.Â
âI'm just curious!â Y/n tried to defend. âI mean, she's okay-looking and a good copâŚ.â But arenât I okay-looking and a good cop? âAlso, she set the course record, but that's nothing. I broke it, like, 20 minutes later.â
âYou want to know why he went out with her and not you?â Cass asked quietly.Â
âYeah.â Y/n swallowed harshly.Â
âBecause she actually asked him out,â Steph finished.
Captain Wayne raised a brow, looking down at Y/nâs desk. âYou won coolest kill?â He gestured to the small tennis trophy Y/n was staring at.Â
âNo- not by a long shot.â She chuckled dryly. âBut Dick bought it for me âcause he felt like I shouldâve won. But heâs bias, of course.â
âOf course.â Captain Wayne smiled softly. âDetective, are you alright?â
âYeah. Thanks, Captain,â Y/n mumbled. âCan- can I ask you a question?âÂ
âSure, L/n.â
Y/n looked up at Wayne. âHowâd you know Clark was the one?â she whispered.
Bruce sighed and offered, âcome into my office. And bring your trophy.â
Doing as she was told, Y/n followed Bruce into his office. She sat down and Bruce took the trophy from her, placing it on his desk proudly. âWhen I first got here, Damian told me of your predicament.â When Y/nâs mouth fell open in betrayal, Bruce held up his hand. âI wouldâve figured it out either way. I used to be a detective, after all. But what he didnât know is if Todd liked you back. However, based on months of observation, Iâve noticed, for lack of a better simile, that Todd follows you like a lost puppy. I should know; I acted the same way towards Clark before we started dating.â
âDid you ask him out?â Y/n asked.
Bruce let out a laugh. âGod, no. I was too scared. But thatâs not an invitation to make the same mistakes I did. I lost a lot of time with Clark because of my anxiety.â
âDuly noted, Captain. Thank you.â
âAnytime, L/n. And good job in the Tactical Village.â
âThank you, sir.â
#title of your sex tape#jason todd x reader#jason todd#dc x reader#dcu#detectives au#brooklyn 99#b99#b99/dcu#slow burn
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you already talked about jayroytim, but how about dickroytim? đđđ
and it all starts with roy and tim, while dick is seething with rage and jealousy in the background and stubbornly arguing that it's all just bc tim is his younger brother, and not something that roy's dirty brain came up with!
oooh, YES. i LOVE this. your mind. especially if it starts with RoyTim instead of the expected DickRoy or DickTim? that's so good. it's the definition of Roy being a little shit, accidentally seducing Dick's younger brother and sleeping with him. i think it's fun if this specifically highlights Roy's fuckboy era, where he slept with just about anyone and wasn't shy about hiding it, as opposed to him being a bit more mature and careful about sleeping around with Tim, knowing Dick would disapprove. (thinking specifically about the time Roy slept with Helena, Dick's complicated ex situationship and when Dick asked Roy was very casually like "oh dw man i wouldn't get between you two like that, i only slept with her!" and just being so casual about it)
Roy *could* hide it from Dick, and tbh he knows he should. but it's a family full of detectives anyway, so what's the point? Roy can only make up so many excuses for being in Gotham and if Tim is old enough to consent, it's none of Dick's business. even if Roy is sort of rubbing it in his face to *make it* his business. i am delighted by the idea that Roy is almost getting off to how angry Dick is about it. Dick doesn't have a lot of good arguments about why Roy *can't* do this. the "he's basically my baby brother" argument doesn't go very far, and it doesn't seem to be stopping Tim. Tim can pretend to be annoyed and scolding Roy about all the bragging, but Roy sees the hidden smiles.
i think it's also fun if Tim is purposefully doing this to rile Dick up. maybe he and Dick have danced around the idea of feelings, but Dick has always shut down their long stares and lingering touches by saying how Tim is like a brother to him. and so, Tim wants to call his bluff. if he's just Dick's brother, than Dick has no right to get jealous over who Tim does or doesn't like. and Roy is two birds with one stone. not only is he someone for Tim to sleep with to make Dick jealous, Dick's *best friend*, even. but he's someone Tim has genuinely had a thing for, and it's easy for him to play it off as though Roy was the one who came onto him and not Tim making himself obvious bait. he's honestly shocked it's worked as well as it has, with Dick seething every time Tim and Roy are in the same room, even if they're behaving. he lets Roy make the jokes about their sex life and show displays of affection because Tim knows it's building and building for Dick, and eventually, he's going to break.
only Dick went a little too hard on the "brothers" excuse and now it's an excuse sort of believes, which adds a delightful bit of incestual vibes to it. bc Dick tells Tim that he *made his point* a little too late, and now Tim actually likes Roy. so Dick is going to have to explain this to Roy too. and somehow, the awkward conversation leads to Roy suddenly being very interested in an incest kink and seeing exactly how "brotherly" they are-
them all sleeping together is Roy's suggestion, and Tim is *definitely* into the idea, and even Dick is more on board then he expects to be. maybe he and Roy fooled around once when they were kids and it was never thought about beyond a sexuality exploration sort of thing for both of them. but now, Dick has to admit it wouldn't be the *worst* sight to see Roy fuck Tim. after all, Roy has to show Dick how Tim likes it. and Roy is *really* leaning into the brothers thing the whole time.
after the first few times they sleep together, i think Dick would just accept Tim and Roy are a package deal. and of all his friends, Roy really can't be the worst one to date. all the fuckboy stuff stripped away, Roy is a great boyfriend and makes sure Dick and Tim are more than happy. he remembers anniversaries and little "just because" gifts. and he's a great dad, which somehow adds to it all.
anyway yes, i love the potential of these three together with Roy being a Little Shit the entire time just because he can.
#necrotic answerings#dickroytim#dickroy#dicktim#roytim#this is enlightened#I would love to write this sort of ship#esp bc it works well putting Roy in his fuckboy era#he rlly would sleep with anyone with a pulse. gotta respect that.#also I love playing with incest kink when it comes to dicktim.
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His Concealed Obsession
Chapter one.
"I just don't get how you two still have a job when you're both always at my place."
"We just came by to check in on you since the news about your neighbor broke out in the news this morning."
"Oh yeah , I saw it on the news. I feel so bad for her kids. She was always spoke to me whenever we come would come across each other . Invited me over to dinner , go out for lunch and hell she even invited me to spa dates with her and her daughter."
"You talking about Nicole?"
"Yea Jax , the same Nicole you slept with before you married your wife."
"Jaxon Tyree!"
"It was an accident Nani and I don't even know why KP brought it up."
"I hope and pray that my nephew doesn't turn out like you as he gets older."
"With all the amazing women in his life , he's going to come out a thousand times better than me."
"Anyways you need to be careful Kanani, your neighbor who was a well known attorney was murder inside of her."
"Maybe you should come and stay with one of until KP and them get everything done. Cause I be damn if my baby sister gets murdered next."
"I understand you are worried about my safety but if mom and dad haven't said anything about it yet to me then you guys shouldn't either. I'm safe here and I have an alarm system and cameras inside of my apartment."
"Now you know damn well them cameras and alarm systems ain't going to save your short ass."
"You need a guard dog and damn gun. I keep telling you to go ahead and get a gun and take classes on how to use it properly."
"Nope , I refuse to get a gun. You know how I feel about them ever since that damn party."
"Kanani you're killing us right now right now."
"I know and I'm sorry. Look how many who have guns out here and they don't even use it properly?! You have kids going to school shooting their teachers , grown ass adults who went to school coming back for revenge, young black men taking each other out."
"Hate to say this, but it's this shit happens everyday and everywhere Nani."
"Yes but also if we stop giving the wrong people guns and do a fucking throughly background check then it wouldn't be problem. Lock your guns away from your children. It's more gun violence out there than love and I just refuse to be apart of it."
Kanani stated to her two older brothers as she walked around her kitchen counter to get herself a glass of juice.
"Think about it from our perspective. What if you were in that situation? Would you have fought back ? Call the police ?"
"Calling the police and locking them inside the closet. The closet doors lock from the outside and plus in order to even get inside you need my finger print and the code to get inside the door."
"Not saying I'm on her side here but trying to break down these doors are heavy as hell."
"It sounds like to me you're on little KP side right now. I don't suppose to say this but this per- hold on ... hello? Wassup uncle Mike?"
"While detective KP over there chatting away. Let's talk about where you are going to be staying."
"I'm not leaving my house because of some killer is on the loose. If I feel like I am in great danger then I'll show up on either yours or KP door step."
"You're going to give me gray hairs before Jordan even turns eighteen."
"That sounds like a personal problem Jaxon. Why are you trying to control something that you're not able to control yourself?"
"Because you're my baby sister Nani. If anything were to hap- if someone were to hurt you , I'll gladly sit behind bars for killing them. That goes for KP too! I'm yall older brother and it's my job to make sure that you both are good at all times. Yeah KP a detective and all but that don't matter to me."
"Jaxon I appreciate you and I know you're concerned about my safety but you have to trust me. If I feel as if my life is in jeopardy then you'll be the first one to know. Plea-"
"Aye Jax we got to go , uncle Mike and uncle Marcus need some help with this case. I can drop you off back the fire station or you good?"
"I'm good , Nani can drop me off back at the station."
"Nope , sorry can't do it. I have to go get ready before my friend comes over for our lunch date."
"Damn it's like that?"
"Sure is , now can you guys go so I can go get ready? I need at least two hours to mentally prepare myself."
"We didn't even finish our conversation."
"I'm staying home and that's final. Please don't forget that one of you has to pick up mom and dad from the airport tomorrow afternoon."
"Well I can't do it since this is my weekend it work."
"Why can't you do it?"
"Because I'm the one who dropped them off and plus I have back to back meetings for my store grand opening."
"Oh yeah I forgot , yeah I'll pick them up tomorrow then. I'll have Jordan tag along with me to keep me entertained on the way there."
"Aight now, we out! Be safe and don't be out here grown. We locking the door behind us since yo ass wants to walk away without giving hugs and shit."
"And share your location too, love you big head!"
"Love you too, now bye!"
Kanani expressed to them both as she walked down her hallway that lead into her bedroom. She loved her brother's but after dealing with them for long , she needed a mental reset. Their conversation regarding the circumstances of her neighbor was not necessarily needed. Yes , the situation is sad but it doesn't involve her. She could see if she was there and witnessed it but she wasn't.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. A look of confusion displayed on her face as she looked down the hallway of her home. Kanani wasn't expecting anyone until the next couple of hours. So she was confused on who or what could it possibly be . Dropping her unfolded blanket onto the ground , she decided to go and see who it could be.
"This better not be one of these neighbors kids knocking on my dam- oh hey David, what brings you by?
"These are for you seĂąorita Kanani."
"My favorite flowers, they're so beautiful. Do you know who sent them in?"
"Frangipani plumeria. I unfortunately don't but they did leave a note for you. I have to get going , the other set of flowers are placed on your table."
"Thank you David!"
"Anything for you seĂąorita Kanani. It seems like you have a keeper in your hands."
"That it does , hopefully this note tells me who it is."
"Have a good day."
"....hmmm who the hell sent me two sets of frangipani flowers. Dile si al cielo dime si a mi. Well that is cute of them to put my favorite song on there. Seems like this person really paid attention to me."
Kanani smiled once again as she smelled the freshly picked flowers. Frangipani flowers were simply her favorite since they reminded her of Hawai'i , where she was originally born. Now cheesing ear to ear Kanani quickly arranged the flowers to her liking before rushing off to prepare for her day.
"Today is going to be a really good ass day for me."
Translation
"dile si al cielo dime si a mi" : say yes to heaven say yes to me
#armando aretas#armando aretas imagine#jacob scipio#bad boys for life#armando aretas smut#armando aretas fanfic#bad boys#armando x reader#mike lowrey#bad boys ride or die#armando aretas x black reader#poc#adoresmiles#adoresmilesfanfic
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Who are these fun characters and why are they taking over my dash? /pos /please tell me abt your blorbos
i'm assuming you mean these little guys:
These guys are my newest silliest dudes from the webcomic School Bus Graveyard! It's free to read on webtoons here and is currently in talks to get a TV adaptation soon so now is 1000% the time to be getting into it!! It's basically a supernatural mystery about six high school freshmen from Georgia who go on a field trip and end up sucked into a demon dimension every time it hits midnight! It's super cool - the pacing is very good imo, a good balance of the Main Plot (oh no we need to survive the Demon Dimension again, also Why Are We In A Demon Dimension) with character development and backstory stuff!
The characters are badass but in a way I feel is very realistic? Like, not just "oh i'm the protagonist suddenly i know how to judo flip armies the moment i'm in danger" but more like "i'm going to train for months in self defense classes to build up some basic muscles" kinda way. The characters themselves are also pretty well fleshed out - they're not just the typical archetypes. Like, the "weak bullied nerd kid" isn't JUST a weak bullied nerd kid, he has well developed motivations and backstory and simultaneously realistic and satisfying character growth.
There are implied potential/future romances but it is so NOT the core point of the story, so whether or not that's your thing you can either ignore it or get excited about it in equal measure. The characters also aren't just edgy and gritty "we must deal with this alone... augh misery woe is us..." they actively do what they can to use all the resources available to them (including trying to get help from their parents, which is an ick for me in other media when the kid protagonists just refuse to ask for help? or assume they can't without trying? anyway).
I would say to be careful about any warnings at the beginning of specific chapters, because some can get quite violent.
The six main characters, without giving to many spoilers, are as follows under the cut (cuz this got long):
The protagonist Ashlyn, an asocial ballerina with her loving ex-military parents, who has a condition that gives her incredibly sensitive/enhanced hearing (she ends up using this to help detect the monsters after them, since they're otherwise silent to the other protagonists!)
Aiden, a creepily-smiley ex-homeschooled rich kid who has no concept of social convention or personal space. Has forcibly chosen Ashlyn to be his friend during his first year in school against her will and ends up accidentally setting off the chain of events leading to the Plot. (I love him. He definitely has Every Mental Illness <3)
Ben, Aiden's incredibly physically intimidating cousin, who is mute and so, so sweet and gentle and follows Aiden like his shadow, in part to take care of him when Aiden's antics get him injured and in part because Ben's muteness makes it incredibly difficult for people to understand him. Aiden, however, can understand his nonverbal communications with ease
Taylor, a friendly girl's girl who tries (often in vain) to befriend Ashlyn. Is also a talented mechanic who ends up putting googly eyes on her weapon once they end up in the Demon Dimension. She's the most Emotionally Aware Person Here but also she's like, 15, so, the bar is on the floor
Tyler, Taylor's twin brother, a somewhat aggressive and rude baseball jock who mostly Minds His Own Damn Business aside from his clinginess to Taylor. In fact they wear matching outfits in almost every episode of the comic it's so funny and cute. Is often found fighting bullies to defend their victims so i forgive him for all his own asshole crimes he's just a dude. he's one of my little guys
Logan, who is canonically compared to a puppy. Shy, intelligent, and incredibly empathetic! My partner's favorite character who has one of the best character arcs so far imo. Likes photography, astrology, and gardening. I think they should give him more guns, as a treat. He can never have enough
anyways thank you for the ask! overall i highly recommend - it's still ongoing, we're currently in the middle of season two!! the mystery is unfolding, there's funny and sweet moments along with the intense ones, and i am INVESTED. :DDDDDD
#school bus graveyard#ashlyn banner#aiden clark#ben clark#taylor hernandez#tyler hernandez#logan fields
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One of Those Days || Jay Halstead x Halstead Sister
We deserved more interactions between Kim and Jay, that's all I'm saying.
I was thinking about this day where I was feeling super shitty at school, my self harm habits were horrible back then and I always wanted to cry. Since my mom was working, I texted my aunt and she took me to her house. She knew I was pretending to have a headache, but anyway followed my game. My little cousin lend me her bed to lay down and she decided it was a good idea to read The Little Prince for me to fall asleep đ
âDo you want me to call your dad?â The receptionist at school asked the girl infront of her. Her head was slightly lowered and her hair covered a good part of her face.
âCan you call my brother instead?â Becca asked in a low crackly voice.
The receptionist sighed, âSure. But you know I canât let you go without your dadâs permissionâ
The girl nodded and sat in the hard plastic chairs of the office to wait while the woman spoke on the phone.
ââŚYes, she has a headacheâŚSheâs alright, but seems like itâs getting worse. The nurse checked her, but canât really do much. Sure, sheâs at the office. Thank you, Mr. Halsteadâ
âBecca, your brother will be here as soon as he can. Go get your stuff, Iâll call your dad to let him knowâ
She didn't really have a headache, but it seemed like "fake it 'til you make it" was a real thing because she was now starting to feel discomfort in her head. Although it might have been because she was struggling not to cry in front of everyone. Her nose was now red, and her eyes were watery. Everybody thought it was due to allergies or the flu, but in reality, she was swallowing hard, trying to retain tears rolling down.
âLetâs go, Beccsâ, Jay said while picking up his sisterâs backpack from the floor.
The walk to the parking lot was silent; she knew that if she talked, she would burst into tears. A hole in her chest appeared the minute she saw her brother, and now it was growing fast inside of her.
Jay was eagerly typing on his phone, dealing with work issues he couldn't leave for later. He was worried; since he received the call from the school, his gut told him Becca's emergency wasn't about being sick, and now, even looking at her sideways, he could confirm it.
The detective opened the car a few steps before they reached it. Both siblings went to the same side of the truck, the girl ready to jump inside, while her brother was putting her belongings on the back seat. When Jay closed the door, Becca was still outside waiting for him. She was scratching her eye, and as soon as their gazes crossed, she started to silently cry. Instinctively, brother and sister took a step forward to hug each other; there was no time for Jay to bend to her height, so she squeezed his waist tightly.
"Did something happen, or is it only the feeling?" He tilted his ear to be able to hear the answer.
Becca moved her head, saying no, her face still sunken in his stomach, "Only the feeling."
"Alright," he softly said. They stayed like that for a moment before actually going inside the truck.
With a mixture of affection and concern, Jay stared at his sister before starting the car. "Do you want to talk?" He spoke gently. Her delicate attempt to wipe away the evidence of her tears with the sleeve of her sweater tugged at his heartstrings.
Becca despised being seen in such a fragile state; the vulnerability on display only heightened her emotions. It struck her as ironic that the very person who made her feel secure and shielded, her brother, was the one in front of whom she felt the most exposed. In the tumult of her emotions, Jay remained her safe person, the only one she could trust.
"It's the pain in the chest, the black hole. It's growing."
He frowned with a slight nod. Jay knew perfectly what she was talking about, and he hated to be so powerless about it.
"I don't want to go home," she begged. Becca's face made Jay's heart drop; you could see the pain in her puffy eyes and her cheeks a bit swollen along with her pink nose.
He swallowed hard, "I honestly wouldn't take you there even if you asked me to. You are coming with me, but I still have things to do at the bullpen."
âI can waitâ
On the road back to the 21st District, Jayâs phone never stopped ringing, but anyway he passed by a drive-thru to get an ice-cream for Becca, a nice attempt to cheer her up a bit.
âFeeling a bit better?â He asked before getting inside of the building. At least, the crying was controlled for a moment. âAlright, letâs goâ.
It was obvious she had been crying, but nobody said a thing about it. All the cops, detectives and seargets greeted the girl with a warm smile and acted normal around her.
Becca stayed in the coffee room and never got out of there. After all the weeping, exhaustion took its toll, and she found herself drifting into sleep on the arm of the sofa. Jay periodically entered to check on her, his stress evident as he felt the weight of time pressing against him. The clock relentlessly ticked away, yet the workload showed no sign of diminishing.
Kim noticed, and after preparing to leave by taking her coat and bag, she approached her friend. "Hey! I'm already done here and heading home. If you want, and if she wants to, I can take Becca with me. I just need to pick up Mak from school, and then we'll be home."
The detective hesitated, âUhmââ
"Look, I don't know what's going on with her, but at least she can properly rest there..." Kim's voice carried a note of genuine concern, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and worry for both of them.
They turned their heads to see how the girl was all tangled in her spot.
âAre you sure?â
âPositive. That way you wonât have the pressureâI mean, youâll still have the pressure, but it will be different knowing sheâs comfortable in a safe placeâŚI know the feeling, Jayâ
After a few seconds of deliberating in his mind, he thankfully agreed only for his sisterâs comfort.
âDonât worry, donât rush. You can pick her up whenever you can, doesnât matter if itâs lateâ, Burgess said before departing and Jay knew she was honest, âIâll take care of herâ
Makayla was delighted with Becca's presence but was too shy to interact with her. Since they didn't have visitors often, this was kind of a new experience for her.
"Mak," her mom called, "Becca is not feeling very well, would you lend her your bed for a little while so she can rest?"
"Sure!" Despite her short life, Makayla's tender heart had already weathered enough storms, shaping her into a compassionate soul capable of understanding when someone else was beaten down or in pain. She sensed all that in Becca and was willing to make her feel good. "I can even lend her my stuffies," she added as an innocent gesture. Now addressing their guest directly, she continued, "They'll keep you company and won't be scary if you wake up in the dark."
Kim guided Becca to the room and arranged everything for her, picking up some clothes and toys that her daughter had left on the floor. Meanwhile, Makayla was opening drawers and climbing them to reach the highest shelf where the books were placed.
"There you go, make yourself comfortable," Burgess said while still fixing the unmade bed.
âAnd Iâll read you something to help you sleepâ, Makayla approached holding a big book with her small hands.
âMak, sweetie, no. Weâre going out while she sleeps, okay? But you can read to meâ, she took her hand to lead her out.
âNo, mom. She doesnât need to be alone right nowâ, Makaylaâs big dark eyes were over Becca. âShe needs a story, thatâs what you do when I am sadâ
Suddenly, the pain in Becca's chest intensified, and the gaping hole seemed to expand. It was as if her new little friend could read her mind. Becca yearned to be alone to release the pent-up tears, yet a lingering understanding told her that solitude might not be the best course of action.
âItâs alright, Kim. This her room, after allâ
âYas!â Mak jumped out of excitement. âNow, you lay down here and close your eyes. Iâm going to read you a story that always make me feel better when I am not happyâŚâ
With a smile and slowly going out of the room, Burgess leaved the two girls alone.
âThe Little Prince is one of my favorite books too, Makaylaâ
âI knew itâ her smile was bright.
As Becca listened to the reading, she feigned sleep. A few tears escaped her eyes, but she skillfully concealed them. Eventually, the reading ceased, and Becca sensed Mak's tiny face drawing near, checking if she was truly asleep. The youngest Halstead heard Makayla's footsteps departing from the room, but then she returned, placing a stuffed animal between Becca's arms. "Don't leave her alone, Buttons," she whispered before descending the stairs with her mommy.
Slowly, Becca opened her eyes and as soon as she made sure she was alone, she started an intense crying, trying not to make a lot of noise. She turned to give her back to the door, hidding in case someone came in. Clutching the stuffed animal tightly, she cried until exhaustion enveloped her, eventually lulling her into a fitful sleep.
She awoke in Jay's bed, disoriented about how she got there, a Mak's plush toy still nestled between her arms. Rising from the bed, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, her head throbbing, and the discomfort in her chest persisting. When she emerged into the living room, her brother was seated on the sofa. Becca raised Buttons with one hand, a question mark etched on her face, silently seeking an explanation.
âMakayla insisted you should take it for tonightâ, he answered simply.
âOh. That's sweetâ
"How are you feeling?" Jay asked, standing up to approach her, but she just shrugged. "Stupid question?"
"It's justâ"
"One of those days," he completed. "I know."
"A terrible one, and it's not over yet" There was a long silence and Jay knew she was trying to say something, so he gave her time. "I was scared, Jay."
Those last words sent shivers down his spine, he understood what she was referring to and was also frightened but couldn't admit it in front of her. He masked his concern, assuring her, "You should never be scared, I'm here with you."
"I know", she gave him a hug.
"Do you want to talk now?" Becca hurriedly said no only with her head, and her brother understood.
"Okay", Jay sighed, "You haven't eaten a thing all day. Food should make you feel better. What about pizza, a movie, and the company of your favorite brother, hm?"
"What? Is Will coming?" Becca teased him, finally smiling.
"Ha! A joke, that's a sign that you are already feeling better."
The evening unfolded and laughter echoed through the room as they enjoyed the movie. Yet, even in her weariness, Becca managed to stay awake for a fleeting moment. As she drifted into sleep, the pain in her chest, a constant companion throughout the day, was miraculously eased by the gentle touch and care of her brother.
#Jay Halstead#Jay Halstead x sister#Jay Halstead x Halstead Sister#Halstead Sister#Chicago PD#One Chicago#Jay Halstead fic#Kim Burgess#jay halstead imagine
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This is so fucking amazing! Aaah, I love everything about this story!! Eee!
For the prompt ask game!
9. Sleep deprivation and/or 37. Secret Relationship and/or 40. Identity reveal/major secret reveal
(I selected a few so you can chose the one that resonates the most.)
For any DPxDC characters. <3
*emerges from a google docs, covered in blood and panting* i did it... it is done.
thank you for the prompt!! because i love a challenge, or because i can't stop myself, i went and did all of them!! for everyone!! everyone is sleep deprived and everyone is revealing secrets ^^'
Danny/Tim, mentioned Jazz/Jason
(ŕšâ˘Ě â â˘Ěŕš) enjoy!! prompt ask game
kid napping
âRed Robin, sound off. Status?â
âAll good here, Oracle. Everything okay?â
Itâs been a slow night, never a good sign. Pent up energy itches under his skin and he stretches when he stands, preparing for whatever Oracle is going to throw his way. Itâs going to be something, he can tell.
âGood.â Relief briefly colours her voice answers, before she becomes serious again, keys clacking away in the background. âThereâs been a report from Agent A. It appears that one Timothy Drake has been kidnapped and is being ransomed for five million dollars and a helicopter. Iâm tracing the call now.â
âA helicopter, too? Kidnappers these days, used to be they just wanted their money and that would be the end of it⌠a fucking helicopter, wow.â Red Hood scoffs, and Red Robin canât help but join in the laughter over the comms.
âDoesnât exactly sound like these are the brightest tools in the shed now, does it, Hood? Wonder what poor schmuck theyâve got instead.â Nightwing says, slightly out of breath.Â
The smile slips off Red Robinâs face and clammy, cold dread shivers down his spine. A stone settles in his stomach. He wets his lips and clears his throat. âOracle, can you pull up the CCTV on my apartment near WE? Any closer to tracing the call?â
âStill on the trace, theyâre using a jammer. Agent A is cooperating so they should phone back soon, which will help.â she reports, falling into silence as he finds the video feed.
âYou know who it is?â
âI hope not.â
Itâs tense, he taps his feet on the rooftop, fingers tightening over his grapple as he fights the urge to fly off the roof and check for himself. It better not be him. Please, dear God, donât let it not be him.
âWhat are you thinking, Red Robin?â Batman growls through the comms. Red Robin can hear the wind under his words, whipping fast as he no doubt makes his way over to his position.
âI had a, uh, a friend coming over tonight. From behind, he⌠he could be mistaken for Tim Drake.â
The jokes fall silent, the comms growing serious as they pick up on his tone.
âWell, fuck.âÂ
âEloquent as always, Hood.â
âShut up, bat-brat.â
âYou were right, Red Robin, it looks like it was your⌠friend they caught, instead. About two hours before the call came in. Iâm following their van now, I should have the destination soon. In the meantime, it looks like theyâre heading towards the docks.â
Red Robin throws himself off the building, shooting his grapple as low as he dares to get the fastest swing he can.Â
They have Danny.Â
Worry gnaws at his gut even as gravity pulls it into his throat with another swing.
Danny is⌠And Red Robin means this in the nicest way possible, but Danny is fragile. They havenât talked about it, but RR knows that Danny has health problems. Something plaguing him since he was young, thatâs landed him in the hospital more than once. A weak heart, far too slow to be normal, possibly chronic fatigueâheâs always so tired, falling asleep anywhere he can.
Sometimes, he doesnât even need to put his head down. Once, when they had gone to the corner store to get some popcorn to enjoy their movie (which Danny had explicitly and repeatedly promised he wouldnât snore through this time), Danny had rested his head on Timâs shoulder while they were waiting and heâd just⌠gone. On his feet, asleep, just like that.
Heâd laughed, when Tim woke him up. Apologised. Said Tim made him feel safe enough to fall asleep just about anywhere andâ
Red Robin grits his teeth and corrects his course as Oracle updates them with more precise coordinates.
Tim had carried him home that night, piggy-back for four blocks, but by the end of it, he wasnât tired at all. And thatâs another thing, Dannyâs just so light. Itâs concerning.
They never did watch that movie, but itâs a night that Tim canât help remembering fondly all the same. Theyâd ended up rewatching some old sitcom that Dannyâs seen countless times but Timâs never really bothered with, Danny drifting off to sleep again and Tim eventually following him, because⌠sleep is easy with Danny.
Itâs the same for him, he thinks. He canât explain it, but he feels safe enough to sleep with Danny, too.
He needs to be alright.
âSo⌠Is this friend just a friend? Or a friend friend?âÂ
âA friend, Nightwing. Now hurry up.â
Heâs not in the mood to play these games, not now. Thereâs a reason why none of them know about Danny, and this is one of them. His family, as much as he loves them, are just too damn nosey for their own good.
âYou know that doesnât answer my question at all.â
âThen why donât you ask something intelligible, rather than continue with your childish antics?â Robin snarks, and for once, Red Robin has to agree with him. Or, rather, heâs grateful for the distraction that it gives him.
Tim has secrets. Heâs sure that Danny does, too, and so farâaside from the standard background check he always runs on new friends and friend friends alikeâheâs done very well to respect them. He just canât say that his family would do the same.
They can be overwhelming, to say the least, and Tim has tried his best to protect Danny from that.
Only to fail to protect him in every other way that it counts.
âHow long have you guys been âfriendsâ?â
âNightwing, save it, please.â
âWhatâs his name?â
He ignores him.
Red Robin lands on the building first, thank goodness. He wastes no time in finding a skylight that can be pried open fairly quietly, slipping inside without a second thought.
âWait for backup, Red Robin, that is an order!â Batman says, when he lets them know he���s in.
âNegative, Batman. Iâm getting him back.â
âRed Robin!â
He weaves silently through the desks on the second floor of the warehouse, always moving, always keeping a trained eye on the shadows around him.
When he reaches the stairs, he hears voices.
âLooks like three of them, armed. The-the hostage is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, heâŚâ Red Robin takes a steadying breath. The person has a burlap sack over their head is slumped to the side, from where he is, Red Robin canât see if his chest is moving. Thereâs blood on the floor. âHe needs medical assistance. Another two on the northside entrance.â
The comms explode in admonitions, everyone pleading with him to stay where he is, to wait for help, but fuck that. With a tap, he switches them off and he can finally, just about make out the words of the kidnappers as he creeps down the first few steps.
ââshouldnât he have woken up by now?â
âI donât know, man, youâre the one that hit him! Do you think heâsââ
âNo! I didnât even hit him that hard, I swear!â the man cries, holding his hands up in surrender. âI just couldnât take any more of his stupid jokes!â
If there was any doubt in Red Robinâs mind that they picked up Danny by mistake, itâs gone now. Yeah. If you get Danny, you get his stupid jokes, too.
He creeps closer.Â
Thereâs some storage crates between him and Danny, if he can get behind there without being seen then that leaves him in a good position for when whoeverâs next in takes out the guys at the front. He canât do anything without them gone first, not without risking them taking shots inside and endangering Danny.
The man that hit Danny circles round behind him and grabs at his hands.
âWhat are you even doing, Pat? Who gives a shit, leave him alone.â
âIâm just checking! I just gotta see!â
âFuckâs sake, guys, who cares? We just gotta get our money, thatâs itââ
âAnd our helicopter!â
âAnd ourââ
âShit, I canât find a pulse! Shit, Frank, I killed him, Iââ
Jason told him once that when the Pits overtook him, he used to see green. Instead of blacking out, heâd be swimming in that putrid Lazarus colour and heâd slip into that rage and bad things would happen.
Heâs heard of people seeing red, too, but really, he thinks thatâs more of a literary device.
Tim doesnât see anything aside from his targets.
A barrage of birdarangs take the guns from the guys at the front, the three around Danny startling badly enough that the guy that kilâthatâs behind Dannyâstumbles, losing his footing.
Only one of them shoots.
Amateurs.Â
Thereâs a round of curses on the comms as the shots come through. Oracle must have turned them back on.
âFucking hellâNightwing and I are at the front, Red Robin, donât worry about them.â
Red Robinâs barely listening.
He spins, kicking the largest guy in the stomach hard enough so that he doubles over, wheezing. Following through the movement, another kick lands on the side of his head and heâs down.Â
The second one, Frank, gets his wits about him and raises his gun, spraying wildly. Heâs a shit shot, going wide in panic, and Red Robin simply ducks and rushes forward, keeping low. Tackling the guy, he grabs the gun off of him and uses it to smash him across the face, once, twice, three times, before he stops moving.
âOracle, get police and paramedics on scene, now.â Batman says, the displeasure in his voice evident. âRed Robin, Robin and I are coming in from the top.â
Pat hasnât even made it up off the floor yet, scrambling backwards, fear plain on his face.Â
Red Robin stands, breathing heavily, gun still in hand.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I swear I didnât mean to do it! Pleaseâplease, donât, please!â
Red Robin doesnât kill.
Well, no, Red Robin doesnât normally kill.
No, thatâs not quite right, either.
Red Robin has killed. Red Robin will more than likely kill again. Red Robin sees no problem with killing.
The gun is up, pointing towards the guy without any real thought about it.
Footsteps rush behind him, the familiar heavy footfalls of Batman and Robin, so he doesnât bother turning around. The gun follows the guy as he keeps pulling himself backwards, snot and tears mingling down his face.
âRed Robin,â Batman says, softly.
Itâs always weird hearing Batmanâs voice like that. Itâs not the first time, obviouslyâBatman canât use his scary intimidating voice on victims or children, after allâbut having it used on him is weird.Â
âBreathe.â
âHeâs dead. They killed him.â
If hearing Batmanâs voice was weird, Red Robin canât even recognise his own.
Distantly, he realises heâs dissociating. Thereâs a tightness in his chest, itâs hard to breathe, a growing buzz drowns out any noise in his ears and he canât think, he canâtâ
A heavy hand squeezes his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Batman reaches around and gently removes the gun from his grip, and Tim feels the instant loss of it. He should have done it, why hadnât he done it?
Robin takes care of the last man, his crying cut off by a swift kick to the head. Nightwing and Red Hood join them, zip-tying the men on the floor and starting to drag them back to the entrance of the warehouse one by one.
No one says a word.
Shrugging off Batmanâs hand, Tim moves towards the chair.
Shaking, he takes a deep breath and removes the sack. The small part of him that was left hoping it wasnât him, it couldnât be him, please dear God let it not be him, shatters.
Even dead, he looks peaceful.
Timâs seen death. Heâs no stranger to it, heâs seen what it can do to a person. Thereâs some blood coagulating over his eyebrows, but otherwise, he looks peaceful. Is that comforting? That he didnât suffer?
Dannyâs head lolls to the side as the sack comes completely away, his hair flopping over his eyes. Timâs been on at him to get a haircut lately, he thinks itâll be nice tidied up a bit, just on the sides. Itâll get rid of that permanent bedhead. Help him with job interviews, heâs got to be thinking about that now that heâs in his last year of college.
Itâs about the only thing thatâll hold him back, Tim thinks. Dannyâs brilliant. Any employer would be a fool to turn him down because of his shaggy hair, but employers are stupid so it makes sense to put your best foot forward andâ
Tim falls to his knees.
Fuck.
Heâs dead, heâs reallyâDannyâs skin is horribly pale, cold to the touch. Gone is his bright, cheerful smile.Â
âDanny, Iâm sorry, Iâm so, so sorry, IââÂ
He stops himself with a deep, shuddering breath. He canât break down here, he canât, he canât, he canât.
Instead, he tips forward to rest his head in Dannyâs lap, arms curling around himself. They were too late. They got here as fast as they could and they were too late.
 âDanny, Iâm so sorryâŚâ he whispers. âI⌠I love you, I love you, Iâm sorry.â
Dimly, he can feel the others standing around them. Someone crouches down beside him, resting a comforting arm over his back, but he doesnât turn his head to see who it is. He squeezes his grip on Dannyâs legs tighter.
âCome on, baby bird. Letâsââ
Theyâre interrupted by a huge, honking snore as Danny jerks himself awake.
Timâs head snaps up, staring at Danny with wide eyes.
âYou were asleep?â Red Robin springs up, several different emotions rapidly flip flopping through him.
âWha⌠What?â Danny heaves a yawn, blinking blearily down at him. âSorry, Iâm just⌠they were shit kidnappers, man, really boring. Honestly, worst abduction yet.â
âYou were asleep? I thought you were dead!â
âNot mutually exlusive, you know.â Danny says through another yawn. He rolls his neck around with an almighty crack and glances at everyone. âDidnât think Iâd warrant the whole Bat brigade, thoughâŚâ
âThe kidnappers thought they had Tim Drake.â Batman supplies, while Red Robin tries to work through the emotional whiplash.
âAh, makes sense⌠wait.â Danny sits up suddenly, squinting at Red Robin. âDid you say you loved me?â
âNo, of course not, why would Iââ
âTim? Is thatâare youâare you Red Robin?â
âEveryone, hold the fuck up!â Red Hood shouts from the other side of the warehouse, having finished securing the perps to a streetlight outside. âDouble R is dating Danny fucking Nightingale?â
Well, there goes his identity⌠Oh, whoâs he kidding, Dannyâs smart. Thereâs no way he could have salvaged that. This was not how he thought the night was going to go.
âCranberry, is that you?â Danny twists in his chair, somehow delighted to see Red Hood rescuing him, too. âI thought I smelled you lurking about!â
âShut it, you little shit. Since when were you dating this dweeb?â
âIâm sorry,â Red Robin pleads, hands in the air to try and slow down the onslaught of information and insults, âyou two know each other?â
âCranberry?â Nightwing echoes, looking as lost as Red Robin feels.
âYeah, CranberryâThe Cranberriesâzombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. Obviously. Also heâs wearing a big, fuck off red helmet.â
âYeah, sure, makes sense.â
Itâs about the only thing that does.
âAnd please donât call my boyfriend a dweeb, Cranberry. Especially when he just said he loves me for the first time.â
âHe only said it because he thought you were dead.â
âI am dead, so it counts.â
âOnly half, so Iâd say that puts you at a solid âlikeâ. Timâsâand savour this, Tim, because Iâm only going to say it onceâTimâs intelligent, so Iâm sure heâll come to his senses soon.â
Danny just throws Red Hood such a shit-eating grin. A level of feral that Timâs only seen before in Damian.Â
âThatâs what I used to say about Jazz, too.â
Hood scoffs in offence, and to be honest, Timâs not sure where he should go from here. What the hell is happening, how do they know each other?
âCome on, is anyone going to untie me or am I really meeting your family mafia-style?â
âDo it yourself, Slimer.â Red Hood laughs, crossing his arms.
âUgh, you suck so much. Iâll fucking slime you, just you wait. Canât believe Jazz even likes you, I preferred it when she was dating Johnny.â
And then, without Danny doing anything other than muttering obscenities at Red Hood, the ropes fall to the ground. In one swift motion, Danny stands up and stretches himself to his full height of 5â6.
âAll of you need to explain, now.â commands Batman, and honestly, Red Robinâs very much on his side of it.
âI canât believe it⌠Jason and Timmy are both in secret relationships? Thatâs⌠How come no one told me?â Poor Nightwing sounds the most shocked out of all of them. He turns to Damian and clasps onto both of his shoulders. âYouâre not secretly dating, are you, D? Please tell me youâre not, please tell me youâre single, please?â
Of course, Robin just clicks his tongue and pushes his hands away. Really, Red Robin doesnât think that Nightwingâs in any danger of that happening, heâd be surprised if anyone could stand Robin enough to actually date him.
He shakes his head and turns to Danny, whoâs staring right back at him, worry clear on his face.
Fuck, he... He's alive. He's really alive.
Tim pulls him into a bone-crushing hug, fingers buried deep in his NASA shirt. Tucking his face into the crook of Danny's shoulder, he laughs wetly with the joy of it. He's alive. He hasn't lost him. He's safe.
âIâm sorry I havenât told you before now, starshine, butâŚâ Danny breaks the hug and softly pulls away from him to rise on his tiptoes to place a kiss his cheek. The skin burns cold where his lips touch. âI love you, too. Also, youâre gonna wanna sit down. This is going to be a lot.â
#danny phantom x detective comics#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dead tired tim drake x danny fenton ship#anger management - jazz fenton x jason todd#prev tags:#hailsatanacrabđŚđŚwrites#i'm sorry this has taken a while but also this week has kinda sucked and i'm still pissed off about that#so writing has been a nice little break from that!!!!#i hope you enjoy it!! i'm not fantastic with writing romance/ships so like... hope it's alright haha#also i feel kinda bad about not putting the whole phantom reveal too but like... we get that all that time haha#OH SHIT I FORGOT MY WRITING TAG HOLD ON#idk maybe i'll continue it#must admit - i do like that you can edit the tags now even though the new post maker sucks#anyway!!!!!!! i had this whole bit from danny's pov in the beginning where he just decided to go to sleep but realised that fucking sucked#it was so boring haha#so we got this instead!#hope the emotions came across - i feel like i have a tendency to just go cold and clinical when emotions happen#idk#oh! danny and tim met because danny's a part time barista and when tim ordered his monstrocity of a drink danny just winked and said#'ah the walking dead special coming right up!' and added another three espresso#jason and jazz met before they did though - and none of them knew they were dating the other's family#danny and jason have a bit of a rocky relationship - he's not good enough for jazz!! she deserves way better than some two-bit gangster!!#jason just thinks he's a cute overprotective brother - he really envies their relationship and wishes he could have something like that#he likes to rib danny and tbh danny is really warming up to him too - now that the gross stinky ecto is starting to filter out#(which is thanks to him and jazz - which jason does know about and is extremely grateful for)#(he really does love jazz and is a little bit jealous that tim told danny he loved him first)#(jason goes home that night and dips jazz into a kiss and whispers it into her skin over and over again)
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I just realized the "Would you date them in real life" poll for IkeVil already ended.
I'm surprised it ended with 519 votes! (When I did the one for IkePri it was 401 votes within the same length of time)
And the result was:
Harrison 17.5% Ellis 12.7% Victor 12.3% Ring 12.1% William 11.4% Liam 10% Jude 8.9% Elbert 5.4% Roger 5.2% Alfons 2.3% Darius 1.3% Nica 0.8%
So here's my answer to "Would you date them?"
William: Yes, cuz he's super rich and could spoil me. I honestly don't think I could have a proper romance with a riddle generator, but being spoiled by a rich guy is nice anyway.
Harrison: I'm not very sure... I think yes. True, he lies a lot, but he's smart, and though he pretends he's not he's actually a very caring person. I like that. And I like reading detective stories too, so I could be his good reading partner.
Liam: Yes. Of course. This kitty boy is so precious and devoted. I'm sure he would do everything he could for me and would never make me cry, except when he's in self-deprecation mode. I would cuddle him and try my best to give him a reason to live.
Elbert: Ummm. No. I know he's precious. But I just think he would break at any moment... Plus, he barely eats anything. I love eating. I don't wanna be looked like a weirdo everytime I enjoy my meal. I want someone to eat together. And I don't wanna be taxidermized. I know I'm objectively less beautiful than him but he has a weird sense of judging beauty so...
Alfons: I may have a terrible taste in men, and I know someone like him is not the best choice I could take, but yes. Dating him actually sounds interesting. He acts very vague so I might fail to make a fine romance with him, but I won't regret trying.
Roger: I almost forgot him again. And my answer is no. He would be a good friend. I don't think of him as more than that.
Jude: Sorry, no. And this is mainly due to a personal reason; I really really hate the smell of cigarettes. Other than that, I think he's fine... maybe. If I could get used to his language and sadistic side, that is.
Ellis: First my answer was no, cuz he might kill me. In second thought, however, it changed to yes. Except the killing part he's a very sweet and devoting guy. And all I have to say is I'm not at my happiest yet.
Victor: Yes or no. Half half. He's cheerful, good cook, overall a nice boyfriend material, but for some reason he looks more like a good older brother to me.
Darius: ... Yes. Maybe I really do have a terrible taste in men after all. He's the only guy here I was attracted to at very first sight. I would gladly play milk puzzle with him.
Nica: He's attractive, and looks interesting, but... no. In real life I won't know if I'm just being one of his toys. And I don't want that.
Ring: Well, yes or no. He's a very good boy. A little too good perhaps. He's just too innocent and baby so I would even feel guilty for dating him. I think I'd prefer to keep him as a younger brother.
...
So it seems I would date most of them.
#cybird ikemen#ikemen villains#ikevil#my thoughts#william rex#harrison gray#liam evans#elbert greetia#alfons sylvatica#roger barel#jude jazza#ellis twilight#victor#darius vogel#nica schwartz#ring schwartz#ikevil william#ikevil harrison#ikevil liam#ikevil elbert#ikevil alfons#ikevil roger#ikevil jude#ikevil ellis#ikevil victor#ikevil darius#ikevil nica#ikevil ring
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The Brotherhood - Stat Wars AU
Summary: Misfit is kicked from the 501st and barred from joining Rex with the 332nd. Though, he was warned that this would happen.
Characters: Clone OC - Misfit, ARC Trooper Fives, Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma, Commander Fox, Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Jesse (mentioned)
Word Count: 764
âI know you're not thrilled, Misfit-â Rex says slowly as he looks at his, very unimpressed, little brother, âBut this might be a good thing.â
Misfit pulls a cigarette out of his jumpsuit pocket and slips it between his lips, though he doesn't light it just yet, âA good thing, huh?â
âYou're not made for military life, vod. You've been miserable since the war started-â
â-so you're ditching me.â Misfit replies, finally pulling his lighter from his pocket and lighting the stick hanging from his lips.
âIâŚwish you wouldn't say it like that.â
âOh? Is there a nicer way to phrase it?â Misfit asks sarcastically as he flicks an unkempt curl off his forehead.
âMisfit, vod,â Rex sighs, âYou haven't exactly made any friends over the years. You convinced Barriss Offee to leave the order.â
âI convinced her that terrorism wasn't going to prove her point.â Misfit corrects as he blows some smoke out the side of his mouth, âHer leaving the order was just the next best thing.â
Rex is quiet for a long time, âAhsoka tried to have you transferred to her, but the Admiral decided that you're a liability. Your drug use is rather well known at this point.â He shakes his head, âI'm sorry, vod. But there's no longer a choice. MaybeâŚmaybe you should talk to the jedi about rehab.â
Misfit flicks some ash off his cigarette, âI'd sooner eat my blaster.â There's a shout from the doorway, and Misfit turns his cold gaze to his older brother, âBetter get going, Commander.â Somehow, the rank sounds like an insult.
Rex lingers for a moment, and then he turns away, âDon't do anything drastic, Misfit. We'll talk when I get back, maybe get you sent to the 212th.â
âI won't hold my breath.â Misfit leaves before Rex reaches the door, and Rex's shoulders slump as he walks over to Jesse, who sympathetically claps him on the shoulder.Â
Misfit walks through the clone Barracks, breezing past his brothers, content with them ignoring him. He turns down a side hall, goes down a flight of stairs, and kicks open a swinging door that leads to a darkened, musty smelling hallway.
The hallway leads to one place, a large room that's been ignored for years. Well, officially at least.
Misfit reaches the door and keys in the code that he was given earlier that day. The door slides open and Misfit steps into a well lit and clean smelling room.
âDo you have to smoke that in here?â Fives asks from where he's flipping a blade between his fingers.
âIt's this or I throw myself off the roof, take your pick, vod.â Misfit replies.
âPut it out, Misfit.â Fox orders from where he's scanning a datapad, âI'm guessing you're here because you've been kicked out of the 501st.â
âAnd the 332nd.â Misfit confirms as he puts his cigarette out in the convenient ashtray. âJust like you said.â
âI'm sure it wasn't personal,â Tup says from where he's examining the blade attached to his wrist. âYou know what Rex is like.â
âYeah, yeah. Whatever.â Misfit tucks his cigarette behind his ear, and drops into a chair next to Dogma, âAnyway, why am I here with three vod'e who are supposed to be dead?â
Fox smirks and drops a strange looking blade on the table in front of Misfit. It straps to the inside of his wrists, and a sharp blade pops out from the hilt as he flexes his wrist. âThis is a hidden blade,â Fox explains, âperfect for assassinations.â
âWill you finally tell us what you're planning?â Dogma asks.
Fox drops in a seat, a small smirk on his face, âI'm making an assassination squad. The four of you were chosen because all four of you are quiet in the Force. According to Vos, you're force quiet.â
âMeaning?â Tup asks.
âYou're force sensitive enough that other force sensitives can't detect you.â Fox leans forward, âI'm sure you can tell that there are a lot of people in the galaxy who deserve to die. People we can't touch. That's what you four are for.â
âYou want us to be your personal assassins?â Fives asks.
âNo, I am going to be completely hands off from here on out. You'll do your own research, gather your own evidence. Your targets are your choice.â Fox says, âFives will be in charge.â
Fives pauses and a dark smirk crosses his face, âPalpatine will be our first target.â He leans over the table as Fox leaves the room, âWelcome to the Assassin's Brotherhood.â Fives almost purrs, as he drops a map of the senate on the table, âWe're going to save everyone.â
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aww yeah ep 20 GOOD
I guess I do (very casual, broadstroke) episode commentaries now, halfway through the show lmao. Spoilers below!!
Bai Jiu BETRAYAL?
Wen Xiao WANTED?
Zhuo Yichen DETECTIVE-ING?
Ying Lei BACK?
*crowd cheers*
The dots are connecting like crazy with the big bad's whole inner core crusade and also with the simultaneous demon case like I did not recognize Ao Yin as the demon Li Lun first released eight years ago but oooh do I enjoy that minor payoff.
Love the repeated use of the demonic-spell-restraining sigils now that we've been introduced to them though I wonder why the Bureau doesn't ever seem to make use of them. Maybe they don't deal with enough powerful demons to need to paint those in their own (very empty) dungeon? Or perhaps just plot convenience. (edit: someone has pointed out the Bureau indeed uses them!! I'm just blind <3)
Anyway I kind of wish in the Chongwu Camp dungeon PSJ fought a little bc she's so cool in action and their bailing was a little abrupt, but it makes sense that they'd have an immediate getaway plan. Also this is an ep 19 comment but that line Mr. 3-Face Mask delivered about PSJ being fated to always be betrayed by her little brother(s) HURT. So good.
Back to the Bureau, I do love me a good framing, and I'm also happy to get a tiny bit of the episodic demon-murder-case style back. WX was v clever to hide out in Situ Mansion, and (small detail but) I appreciate that the others catch her up on the Bai Jiu thing onscreen. As an aside, I also like that the actress for WX got to be double-casted even just briefly. Seeing some of the actors get to play around with portraying various extremes in characterization and costuming is a ton of fun.
And then yay Bai Jiu backstory at last~! It's crazy how much that blood moon fucked up everyone's lives eight years ago huh.
Everything ZYC says to him is on point (and honestly, ZYC is really quite adept at comforting others, he just sucks utter ass at it when it's his fault and he has to apologize lmaooo) but of course my favorite scene in the whole episode is as follows:
The very slight shine in the waterline, the bittersweet smile/grimace as, deliberately or not, ZYC's words indirectly echo everything about the circumstances between the two of them right now??? Whew. They did that for me specifically.
Anyway, this was a good one to chew on for me, packed with plot movement enough that I didn't feel unsatisfied with just one episode. I'm glad that so far it seems like the release schedule bears in mind what episodes should be watched in pairs for maximum effect (eps 16/17, 18/19 specifically) and which ones are okay to stand alone for the day, but I also don't want to speak too soon haha. We'll see how ep 21 fares.
Also since this is a ZYC stan account (lmao) I have some obligatory ZYC thoughts that I haven't managed to fit anywhere else. I've been meaning to comment on this for a while now and was reminded by this episode: I love the fact that ZYC actually smiles quite often. I think it's a bit surprising every time he does because he so easily fits the archetype of stoic broody action hero, but it really is just an archetype he's fit himself into, and it's never clearer than when they flash back to smiley baby!ZYC (how freely and purely he used to give those smiles away...).
On the other side of this is also how caustic and biting he can be with his words, whether sarcastically or otherwise, and how clearly his face telegraphs his emotions in general. I love that he actually emotes quite a lot and isn't cold and unaffected in the least, just pouty frowny and awkward.
The last piece to this for me is probably his age (which I very much appreciated being established super early on) and how convincingly TJR portrays him as young and inexperienced and extremely earnest. He's so sincere in everything he does that it really doesn't take much to move him, which also (imo) makes his arc less overdone.
We all know from the start what direction his development will likely go, how he'll learn he's mistaken about ZYZ and how he'll grow to have a more nuanced view of the world as he creates more bonds with others. But he's so emotional and emotionally aware that it doesn't really take much push and pull to get him there. And actually, it's not untread ground to himâhe is moreso thawing, in part returning to the open-hearted nature that he had to very abruptly shutter away rather than fundamentally changing as a person. I think to me, that makes his character more compelling to watch because his cynicism about the world is perhaps the least sincere thing about him. It's entirely learned, and not by choice. Relatable.
#fangs of fortune#zhuo yichen#fangs of fortune spoilers#spoilers#tian jiarui#episode commentary#meta
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Put it on My Tab Part 12
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader
Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali @antiquecultist
Warning: Mild swearing, Jason is in trouble, Siblings will be siblings
Summary:
Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?
Author Note:
I'll probably be out of commission for a couple weeks due to a surgery that's coming up soon. I'll try to have part 13 out before then though. Thanks for always reading!
Timothy âTimâ Jackson Drake was gifted with high intellect since birth. Coupled with the training he has received from Batman and Nightwing, he was a force to be reckoned with and proved worthy of the Robin title time and time again. Now as the Red Robin, he continued his work with his Batfamily.Â
Tonight was supposed to be nothing more than routine work. Acquire the target (most likely by force), extract the necessary information (most likely through force), and use the data to get to their true goal. As expected, things were going down the track of âby forceâ. The target ordered his henchman to try to stop them and ran when it was evident they were unable to stop them. The chase was on, and the man went flying through a window. The location mattered little since it was vacant, or so Tim thought. He noticed the barista only after he turned to speak to the first Robin. From there, everything diverted.
He silently observed the young woman who wisely chose to turn a blind eye to their work, but he also kept an eye on his partner. Nightwing showed great interest in this young woman, more so than he would any other civilian that happened to be in the vicinity of their work. The amount of time he said her name and how he said it were also telling.
Heâs not warning her, so why is he constantly saying her name? When she turned her back to them to make the drinks, he turned to his eldest brother to ask him what he was thinking but stopped himself at what he saw.
 So this is the famous young lady whoâs got our Grumpy in such a fix. Sheâs certainly cute and pretty sharp, too. Is that why heâs not given her the money yet? Nightwing gently rubbed his chin as he contemplated on what to do. This was purely a stroke of luck on his end, since Red Robin had done the tracking and surveil on tonightâs target. We canât just leave her with a broken window. Sheâs even managed to stay calm enough to take our order instead of becoming a mess. What ever shall I do? The right corner of his lip slowly tipped upwards into a smirk as an excellent idea came to mind. He pulled out something and a $100 bill. He folded the bill around the other piece just before she turned around with their drinks.
âPerfect,â he smiled in approval. âThanks again, Y/N, and here, something for your troubles.â He winked, slipping it into the tip jar before grabbing the tied up man. âUntil next time,â he flashed her a grin as Red Robin held the door open and the two walked out as if they had not just come crashing through one of the windows. Red Robin watched Y/N as she slowly looked around at her surroundings. He could not help but wonder why she was so interesting.
That fateful night, Tim had made it his goal to find out what he could about her. He knew asking the elder vigilante would not produce much information, but he asked anyway. The non-answer of âno reasonâ and âitâs nothingâ were provided. Red flags that meant there was indeed something. With the spelling of her name and place of employ, he began to dig. He was a detective after all, a good mystery was always enticing, and there was nothing better to do while they waited for the next move of the organization they were monitoring.
Y/N stared at her phone for what felt like an eternity. Citlalli had been watching her for the last forty or so minutes since her loud and angry proclamation of âIâm going to text this ghosting hotshot pretty boy and demand he pay me the due money and leave me aloneâ. It was a sudden outburst in the middle of their takeout dinner that had been abnormally silent until then. It was then the young Latina had learned two things. One, he had not texted. Two, Y/N was going insane waiting for him to text, which was rare and quite entertaining.
Daaaaaamn, no text yet? It's been what, three weeks now? And sheâs made no effort to reach out? Thereâs no way in hell sheâd forget, sheâs slavinâ away tryna get it cleared. But I thought heâd have reached out by now. Poor mija, sheâs really out of luck. She watched as Y/N picked up the device, angrily tapped away at the screen, read whatever she typed, paused, deleted the text, placed it back down, and slump. This is what, her sixth time? It was funny at first, but now it's just crazy. âJust text his ass already!âÂ
âText him what exactly? Heâs the one that texted âHiâ from my phone to himself! Technically, he should be texting me!â Y/N threw her arms in the air before crossing them tightly, glaring at her phone. âAugh, forget it! I'll just text him whatever!â Grabbing it once more.Â
<So, Wonder Boy, when you said you'll âsend me the detailsâ, was it code for ânever gonna happenâ or are you saving some DID as the capeless crusader?> She proudly hit the send button, shoving any and all nausea and regret from anxiety down into the depths as best she could.
âThat proud of your message, huh? What did you send?â Citlalli curiously asked, reaching for the phone in Y/Nâs hands when it suddenly buzzed. Y/N jumped, sending it flying into the air. She juggled the little rectangle a bit as it buzzed a few more times, narrowly saving it from crashing onto the floor. âWhat the hell was that for?!â
âI didnât expect it to vibrate all of a sudden,â Y/N scowled, waking the screen to see it was a text from the one and only âYour Heroâ. She froze on the spot and Citlalli pushed her cheek into Y/Nâs to see the screen and gasped.
âHoly shit, he texted back?! Are you sure he said he was going to text you first? Cause it looks like he was waiting on you.â
âI know what he said! I have no idea why heâs texting now. And some space, ya crazy!â She lightly nudged her friend to move and unlocked the thread.
<SHIT!>
<I did NOT mean to ghost you like this.>
<I swear I got busy with work. Also, whatâs a DID? And didnât I say to stop calling me that?> Y/N rolled her eyes at his texts, pulling up the keyboard.
<Didnât you also say youâd text me details? And just so you know, it stands for Damsel In Distress.>
<Touche, lol. And noted, Iâll be sure to update the name of my file.>
<You should. Itâs the official title. So says the famous kids cartoon movie. Youâre still in trouble though.>
<Damn and here I thought I managed to get out of it. Shouldâve known you wouldnât let me go that easy. How about I make it up to you?>
<Iâm reading.>
âWhatâs he saying?â Citlalli eagerly leaned in closer once more. âDonât just sit there texting, thatâs rude! I'm here, too! Don't make me get my chancla!â
âOk, ok, relax! Sheesh, you don't always need to choose violence. He said he got tied up with work and has offered to make it up to me.â
âOh, how so? By paying for the hotel and buying us a new apartment? What, don't give me that look! He could buy a neighborhood and still be fine!â Citlalli scoffed. âA girl can dream of a proper kitchen.â She grumbled, leaning back into the sofa.Â
âI'm sure he could but I haven't gotten the chance to tell him about the bill because the last time we met, I was a little preoccupied trying to kick out trouble.â Citlalli colorfully cursed out her cousin in rapid Spanish for not only trying to trouble her best friend, but for trampling on Y/Nâs chances with a Wayne.
âCici, itâs fine! Really, I got his number at least. I'll figure out a way to bring it up in person. Deep breaths, ok?â She gently coaxed her fired up friend back into a more zen state before looking at her phone again.Â
<How does lunch, you, and me sound? Iâll even recommend a few good books.>
<Consider me intrigued. Where and when?>
<TBD. Iâm wrapping a few things on my end. I'll be able to give you all of my attention after that, sweetheart.>
So he did call me that last time. Is that just a thing he does, like how older waitresses and nurses tend to call people ��sweetieâ or âhoneyâ? She eyed Citlalli from the corner of her eye and shifted over, feigning getting comfortable, to avoid any misunderstanding. <I look forward to seeing how different all your attention is to now.>
<Ouch, lol! But fair, I fucked up on this one. I deserve that. You can hold me to it, just give me some time.>
<Also, you can just text me if youâre bored or wanna talk.> His next text popped up onto the screen.
<What about work?> She rolled her eyes at his new promise, though a small smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. Citlalli watched her dear friend curl up just like she did when reading a good book.
<Iâll make time for you.>Â
<Even when Iâm not in trouble?>
<Even then.>
<Also, text me when youâre in trouble.>
<So demanding for someone who never texted like he promised. Do you always order around the people you save?>
<Just the sassy ones. đ>
<Keep this up and I might start think I'm special..>
<Yeah, you are. Never met a gal who charged for questions and refused to ask for my mame.>
<What can I say, Iâm one of a kind. đ>
<That you are and sadly, I need to start focusing on my job or I'll get my ass kicked.>
<Don't let me distract you and potentially endanger your fine derriere. Night, Little Lordling.> Slipping her phone into her pocket, she sat there with a smug look of victory to which Citlalli laughed.
âWhat happened?â
âHe said he's going to let me know the details as soon as he's got work wrapped up and I'm allowed to keep him to his word.â
âOh? Well that's promising. Seems like the two of you are getting along quite well.â
âOh no, don't even go there, Cici. I know that look! I don't need you trying to match make me like your grandmother does. This is purely business, Platonic if more, and it's going to end once he pays the bill.
âMmmhmmmm, sure, whatever you say, mija. On that note, we need to head to bed. We have the morning shift.â
âMust you remind me?â Y/N groans, forcing herself out of the comfortable position and stretching. âIâm just grateful Mr. D didn't take the window outta my paycheck. Thank you, security cameras for proof.â
âI still canât believe it happened! The cafĂŠ was said to be in a safer part of town! The cops are due to come in some time today or tomorrow from what I know. You'll have to give them your account on what happened to get a proper report filed for compensation from the city.â
Fiddlesticks, I forgot thatâs supposed to happen! What do I even say? Her shoulders sagged, and her head dropped backwards. I say one thing they don't like, and Nightwing will definitely make my life a living hell. He doesn't kill, but he does know how to torture, Iâm sure of it! She wondered how they intended to get the information they wanted and what methods they would use on her. The thought made her shudder.
âY/N, hey, are you ok?â Citlalli waved her hand in front of her face.
âHuh? Yeah, Iâm fine. Just,â she paused for a moment. âJust tired, itâs crazy thinking that was just two nights ago. Never thought Iâd serve one famous person, let alone two, and vigilantes at that. I should sleep, can't look like some dead zombie, or they might think we're pulling a fast one.â She forced a yawn and walked into her bedroom, wishing her friend a good night.
The precinct office was a buzz with its usual hustle and bustle. There was rarely a dull moment thanks to the nightly work of the vigilantes that ruled the night. Many of the officers hated them, feeling as if they were failures and their pride bruised by the âhandoutsâ left at their doorstep. The commissioner was not of that mindset, though, and the newer recruits even idolized the lawbreaking individuals.
âDetective, are you ready to head out? Weâve got a bunch of shops claiming they got damaged by those masked weirdos. I rather we get this shit don't and over with as soon as possible. Those freaks in tights are more trouble than they are help!â The older detective gruffly grumbled his complaints, waiting for his partner. He was a younger detective, a greenhorn that was better than most veterans, which rubbed all the seasoned personnel the wrong way, but they had to admit it.
âCome now, they arenât all that bad. Iâd say a few of them are a bit dashing in their own rights.â The young man stood from his seat, making sure his things were in place. âPlus, I just got back from my medical leave, canât you keep your grumbling down to a minimum? These people didnât ask for all this damage control.â
âI did not miss your attitude.â He sneered. âCâmon, get your ass in gear. We gotta go.â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm coming.â He scoffed, walking out of the precinct as they headed towards the first location. It was the first on the list only because it promised dome good fuel for the day.
âHello detectives, thank you for coming on such short notice.â The man greeted them at the door, letting them into the busy establishment. âPlease, follow me to my office.â He quickly led them to the back, catching the eye of one of the employees. Signaling them to follow, he let them get comfortable before the employee arrived. âThis is Y/N, she was the employee who was present at the time of the incident.â
âIâll handle it from here. Nolan, why donât you go with the owner and get the surveillance footage?â The younger detective offered. With a grunt of approval, the two men left. âY/N, was it? Please, have a seat. Itâs a pleasure to meet you, Iâm Detective Richard Grayson, but you can just call me Detective Dick or Grayson.â He flashed her a charming smile.
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