#but he is actually handling this debate surprisingly well

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Watching this debate has me like this rn

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Hey can I make a request I love your blog❤️❤️

Can you make a head cannon to the ob brothers reacting to a newborn mc that was abandoned on their door step thank you❤️❤️❤️

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{"Who's this child?"}

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↬|Lucifer|

• Lucifer would be quite shocked and confused upon seeing a human baby left on the doorstep, along with his brothers.

• His mind is spiraling, as he begins to debate and weigh out his options. On one hand, he does not want a dirty human in his home, but on the other hand, he finds himself strangely drawn to the baby.

• While his brothers would immediately react with contempt and disgust, Lucifer himself would be more conflicted.

• Lucifer would try his best to be strict towards the baby, though he would find himself softening, and even doting on it.

• He’d become quite fond of the little one, caring for them and protecting them like they were one of his own. He’d begin to get attached, and would grow quite protective, even if he wouldn’t like to admit it.

• When he gets asked why he’s so gentle with the child, he’d deny it and claim it’s to keep up his devilish image.

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↬|Mammon|

• This would likely be quite the surprise for Mammon and his brothers to find a human baby on their door. At first, there would likely be some confusion as to where the baby came from and who it belongs to.

• Mammon would soon deduce that the baby was left there on purpose, but why? He'd wonder this because he and his brothers are demons, and a human baby is an odd thing to find dropped off at their door.

• Once the brothers decided to take the baby in, Mammon would be a very caring and nurturing caregiver to the baby. He'd likely spend a lot of time with the baby, playing with it and giving it attention.

• He'd take on feeding and diapering duties while also making sure the baby had comfort and was safe. He'd probably enjoy the baby's company, though maybe not admit that to his brothers.

Lucifer is proud of daddy Mammon.

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↬|Leviathan|

• When Leviathan and his brothers find a human baby on their door, they would all be stunned into silence. They would all likely stare at the baby for a moment, processing the fact that there's an infant in their home.

• He would approach the baby carefully, making sure he didn't startle or hurt the child. He would look for any signs of injury or discomfort, ensuring the baby was healthy. He would then start asking questions, trying to find out more about the baby's parents.

• When they finally decided to take the baby in, Leviathan would not be glad to take on the responsibility of caring for the child.

• But! He'd be an excellent caregiver, being gentle and attentive.

• He'd also spend time teaching the child things such as colors and numbers. He'd truly love and care for the baby as if it were his new Henry!

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↬|Satan|

• When they finally decided to take in the baby, Satan would raise the baby just as he would his own child and would treat it with love and kindness.

• He would spoil the child with gifts and make sure to teach them the importance of being compassionate, kind, and generous toward people. He would work hard to protect the child and to provide for their happiness.

• He would love cuddling with the baby and singing them lullabies and reading them bedtime stories.

• Satan would make sure that the baby was well fed and he would change diapers when necessary.

• He would be a patient (surprisingly) and understanding parent and would guide the baby in their growth and development.

He actually wants the baby because cats are somehow attracted to them.

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↬|Asmodeus|

• If Asmodeus and his brothers stumbled across a human baby on their doorstep, Asmodeus would most likely be the first to approach the child.

• He would most likely have a natural inclination towards handling the innocent baby with care and tenderness. He may be tempted to pick up and hold the child in his arms, cuddling it and making it laugh with his antics.

• If the other brothers were reluctant to interact with the human child, Asmodeus would likely chastise them for their intolerance and insist on their involvement in caring for the little one.

• He would go out of his way to feed, clothe, and bathe the child, spending hours doting on them and making sure they are comfortable and cared for. Asmodeus would be the most patient and gentle when it came to caring for the baby, singing soft lullabies that would soothe them and making funny faces to entertain them.

• He would be the most affectionate and loving towards them, showering them with praise, hugs, and kisses.

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↬|Beelzebub|

• Beelzebub would most likely take it upon himself to care for the baby and he would be very gentle with the child. He would treat the baby like it's his own and give it all the love and care it needs.

• He thinks baby smells so good... actually, they smells like heaven, because they're innocent... or maybe... they smells like sweets?

[Karasu: Breaking news! Lucifer needs help to stop Beelzebub from eating a human baby.]

• He would be very gentle with the baby, feeding him, cuddling him, and playing with him. He would do everything he could to give the baby the best life possible. He would be very protective of the baby and would be willing to do anything for it, including sacrificing his own needs.

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↬|Belphegor|

• When the brothers found a baby on their door, each brother would react differently. But Belphegor would "not" want to take care of them. He is not very good with children and hates when they cry for something. When they finally decided to take the baby in, Belphegor would be disappear. And he mostly call the baby "ugly".

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P&C | Ch. 16: Peaches and Cream

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December 7 

There it was, written in bright red letters with small hearts and doodles surrounding it, the special date. Jungkook's birthday. See, he is only a few months older than me, but apparently, that's enough of a motive for him to never shut up about it. Sure, he might be bigger, stronger and faster than me but at the end of the day, I got the brains and the beauty (not up for a debate, my mental health won't be able to handle it please). Back to what's important, see, Jungkook is not much of a surprise enthusiast, but sucks to suck because I am. So, naturally, I took it upon myself to plan a little party in celebration of his birth. Putting my acting skills to use, I tried to be as nonchalant about it as possible the whole of last week. Anytime someone mentioned something even remotely close to birthdays, the subject of the conversation would diverge immediately by my sympathetic nervous system. It's nothing too big, just our friend group and a few of his Kinesiology friends. Still, I want this to be special. For him. 

Jungkook: I think you should come over ;) 

Mira: A dick appointment already? 

Jungkook: I don’t know, can you handle it? 

Mira: I mean, 3 inches should be fine, right? 

Jungkook: … ha ha … very funny. I’ll remember this when I finally get to have you. 

Mira: Who said, you’ll ever have me? 

I can’t help but smile at my screen, I mean it’s pathetic, really. The butterflies in my stomach are not helping the flush rising up my cheeks, as I play the video he sends. Oh God … I knew alcohol and I didn’t go well together but now that idea is solidified as a fact. Looking back at my dumbfounded face is none other than my drunk self from the Winter Formal. The clip is only 5 seconds, but the second-hand embarrassment is enough for me to essentially drink bleach and just cease to exist. 

Jungkook: You did. See. “Jungkook, I want youuu” 

Mira: Ok, so now I’m a victim of blackmail. Good to know. 

Jungkook: I’ll be expecting your cute self at my door in about an hour. 

Mira: Ok dad :( 

Finishing up my makeup I quickly grab my keys and make my way out the door before packing some snacks to go. The bus ride there is only 20 minutes but I fear that the noise my stomach makes from hunger might not be a crowd favourite. Unfortunately, though, I play the role of a broke college student just a bit too well, as two mandarins and some salt crackers end up being my only options. 

--

For it being December, the weather is surprisingly nice. Global warming is in its full effect, I guess. While the glaciers melt away, I get to wear cute fall outfits for another month. So, I stunt my leather knee-high boots, as I finally reach Jungkook’s apartment building. Jimin and him are roommates but both come from pretty financially comfortable families, so this isn’t your usual college student apartment but more like a bachelor studio. Fixing my curls, I tuck the striped sweater into my skirt before knocking on the door. Which opens almost immediately, as Jungkook’s eyes divert down to the boots. 

“Mira …” he says slowly, leaning on the door frame, as a small smirk forms. 

“What?” I snap back confused, nibbling on my lips. 

“You know this wasn't an actual dick appointment right?” he giggles, pulling me inside. 

“YAH, of course, I did,” I yelp, stumbling on my feet as Jungkook’s grip tightens on my waist. 

“Well, you’re looking a bit too good,” he whispers, our lips inches apart as his form moves closer, my back now pressed against the door. 

“Can’t handle it, pretty boy?” I whisper back, looking up at his darkened orbs. 

“Don’t do that,” 

“Do what?” 

“Don’t tease me,” Jungkook’s words slow and breathless as his forehead rests on mine, giving it a soft kiss. The gesture is sweet, but the heat between us is almost suffocating. That is until a familiar voice echoes in the background as the doorknob begins to open. 

“Oh my god!” I yelp, hiding behind Jungkook who was just as dumbfounded. 

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?” Jimin chuckles, placing his bag on the table. 

“I thought you had practice?” Jungkook says abruptly, fixing his dishevelled hair. My face, now red, is virtually buried in his shirt as I try to regain my cool before Jimin calls my name. 

“Yeah, but it ended earlier. Mira? What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, I …” I stutter, replying with more of an expression than words. Jimin is not a threat but he also isn’t aware of whatever Jungkook and I are, so the truth would not be the most suitable answer just yet. Trying to pull something out of thin air, my distressed self is saved by the bell as Jungkook buds in. 

“She was going to help me study,” he says reassuringly before leading us both to the kitchen. I can feel Jungkook's hand on my back as Jimin lets out a big gasp. 

“Wow, so now you're a chef? Mira, I don't know what you're doing to him but please don't stop,” Jimin laughs, shaking his head at the plethora of dishes covering the dining table before diving right in. Sneaking a quick peek at Jungkook sitting across from me, his eyes patiently waiting for my reaction. I can't help but smile as I take a bite out of the steaming shrimp dumplings. My childhood favourite, might I add. 

“Do you like it?” he gently asks, doe eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. His full attention was on me, so much so that he barely even flinched when Jimin choked on a shrimp tail. 

“I love it,” I reply with a soft smile, giving him a flying chef's kiss. He giggles, finally allowing his body to relax before leaning back on the chair with a proud smile. 

-- 

After cleaning up the table, Jungkook and I decided to go on a walk as Jimin passed out from a food coma with the TV on. Covering him with a blanket, Jungkook turns the system on before wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we head out. It seems that everyone is taking advantage of the warm weather as the beach is more populated than usual. Playing tag with their dad, children's laughter fills up the ambience as their mom takes pictures of the beautiful memories. 

“Do you want kids?” Jungkook suddenly asks, turning his gaze towards my unfazed self who was busy digging for seashells. To be honest, I didn't hear him properly and thought he was asking if I had fears. A miscommunication fiasco fueled by the playful laughter in the background and the fact that I'm half-deaf in my right ear. 

“Yeah, a lot,” I reply with a soft smile, eyes still glued on the mission below me. 

“A lot? Really?” he lets out a chuckle, hands now in his pockets as his body stands still. Feeling the intensity of his stare on me I look up confused, raising an eyebrow. 

“What? Don't tell me you don't,” 

“I mean yeah, but ultimately it would be my wife’s decision,” Jungkook replies softly, looking back at the peaceful beach horizon. 

“Huh? Your wife’s decision?” I repeat, the confusion forcing my attention back to him. What does he mean by his wife’s decision? Trying my hardest to decipher his answer, I begin reading between the lines, hoping to connect the dots between the undertones. Maybe, there’s some kind of metaphor tied into this?

“Yeah, I mean it’s not my body. I’m happy with anything as long as she is healthy and happy,” 

“Jungkook, what are you on?” I snap back, unable to hold back the laughter any longer. 

“What do you mean? You’re the one that wants a lot of kids,” he scoffs, poking the side of his cheek with his tongue. 

“PARDON?? When did I say that?” I yelp, arms now folded in disbelief. 

“I asked you if you wanted kids and you said yeah, a lot” 

“YAH, no I didn't. I thought you said, do you have a lot of fears!” I scoff back before slapping his forearm as his head jerks back from the laughter.

“Thank God, I really thought you were planning on raising a little army,” he smirks before pulling me into his embrace, hands tightening on my waist. As his gaze lowers to my lips, I can feel my cheeks getting red before my hands glide up to his neck. 

“I think I want 3, two boys and one girl,” I say softly, looking up at his darkened orbs. 

“A little princess,” he whispers, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead as I rest my head on his chest. Enjoying each other's warmth we stay like this for a bit longer, looking out at the beautiful sunset. It's times like these that I can't help but give in to my desires, wanting to mute that fear in the back of my head. Jungkook feels safe, I don't know how to explain it, but it's as if our souls mould into one. When I'm with him, everything just makes sense. 

As Tae lights up the last candle on the cake, everyone scatters to find a hiding spot per Jimin's command. Jungkook’s footsteps becoming more and more evident, there is a rising sense of suspense. No one dares to breathe until the doorknob is finally turned and the door swings open. 

“Surprise!!!” 

“FUCK! What the heck!” he shouts, stumbling back as his eyes widen in shock. Feeling everyone's attention on him, his ears begin to redden as Tae and I make our way towards him with the birthday cake. 

“Happy birthday Kookie, now please stop growing,” Tae teases with a boxy smile, putting the Birthday Boy hat on Jungkook who was still in disbelief. Patting his chest, Tae pulls him into a warm hug, as Jungkook’s attention diverts to me. Although no words were exchanged, one look at his furrowed eyebrows was enough for me to understand that he genuinely did not expect any of this. Mission accomplished! To be honest, I felt so bad for making it seem like his birthday was forgotten all these days leading up to the big surprise, that I’m simply relieved it's all over. Unable to hold back a smile, I wait by Jungkook’s side trying to keep the candles from going out, until his attention was back on me. 

“Make a wish, Birthday Boy,” I say softly, looking up at his sparkling eyes. Pulling me closer, Jungkook leans down, scrunching his nose before blowing out the candles as the crowd goes wild. Laughter fills the room once everyone joins in the living room decorated in everything Jungkook-related. From a life-size statue of Iron Man to an entire wall filled with special Polaroids of him and his friends, the Birthday Boy can't help but smile at the wholesome feeling. Holding back his tears as Jimin ushers him towards the couch, Jungkook gasps at the table full of gifts. 

“You guys, this is really too much. You didn’t have to …” he says before his speech was cut short by Jimin, who was already eyeing the bag placed on Jungkook's lap. Both he and Tae, who plopped himself front and center, seemed more curious about this whole unwrapping than Jungkook himself. Nonetheless, reaching his hand into the sparkly green bag, he pulls out a small box. 

“What is it?” Tae asks, moving closer to get a better look. Shaking his head Jungkook opens it, as both of them gasp at the silver Rolex watch staring back at them. 

“YAH, Jimin that’s not fair,” Tae whines, leaning his head back on the couch as Jungkook’s mouth drops. 

“Don’t say anything, you’re worth it,” Jimin winks, patting Jungkook’s head before leaning in for a hug. Despite Jungkook being the youngest in his friend group, it’s rare to see him act like one, so the sight is refreshing and heartwarming, to say the least. 

Making sure everyone was in the frame, I press the timer on the camera before running back to my spot which naturally was beside Jungkook. Looking up at him, his gaze was soft as I wrap my arm around his shoulders, feeling his hand on my waist as Jimin commands everyone to say ‘cheese’ before the flash went off.  

– 

“You know, today might have been my favorite day of the whole year,” Jungkook says softly before melting into the duvet. After saying goodbye to everyone, we cleaned up the place before helping Jimin pack for his camping trip with his teammates. He planned to depart right after the party in hopes of making it there early in the morning, and although I tried to change his mind he was determined. 

“Ok, I’m leaving now,” Jimin says, knocking on Jungkook’s bedroom door. Nodding, we walk him towards the entrance, as I pass him a bag of some leftovers. 

“Please be careful, it’s dark,” I say, as Jungkook leans on the door frame, eyes focused on my worried face.

“I’ll be fine, it’s only 6 hours. I’ll be back by Tuesday. Jungkook please don’t break anything,” Jimin exclaims, giving him a teasing smile as Jungkook rolls his eyes, nibbling on his lip ring. 

“Ha … ha.. call me when you get there,” he says, waving goodbye as he locks the door before turning towards me. 

“It’s late, do you want to stay over or do you want me to drop you off?”

“One more surprise,” I wink, pulling him towards the bedroom. As I place a red bag on his lap, Jungkook can’t help but bite down his lip, trying to suppress the evident excitement. 

“Miraya, you’ve already done so much,” he says softly, looking up at my focused expression before pulling out a film camera with an envelope attached to it. Fidgeting with the seal, Jungkook’s curiosity is on full blast as he moves the three polaroids closer to get a better look under the dim lights. 

“Oh my god …” he whispers, choking on his spit from the disbelief. Recognizing the red lingerie, he glances up for clarification until a gasp escapes his mouth at the sight before him. 

“Happy Birthday, Pretty boy,” I whisper, before moving closer to his dumbfounded self. Although still in shock, his body responds immediately, caressing the soft skin on my thighs before pulling me on his lap. 

“Mira …” he whispers, our lips inches away. Looking at his darkened orbs, I caress the side of his cheek before leaving a soft kiss. 

“You’ve been so patient, baby,” I say, straddling his thighs as he hisses at the sensitivity. Melting in my embrace, he is unable to hold back any longer, flipping us over, as his chains now dangle over my face. 

“Peaches, please let me have you,” he whispers into my ear, voice now breathless. Sucking on my neck, he leaves soft marks of desperate need and desire before looking back at my eyes. 

“Jungkook, I want you,” 

“Mira, I need you,”

As our bodies become one, Jungkook leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck before reaching the soft material. 

“Wait here,” he says, almost sprinting towards the kitchen before coming back with a can of whipped cream that I used for his birthday cake. 

“Thank you for the meal,” he bows his head, before shaking the can. Unclasping my bra, he tosses it on the floor, taking a moment to fully appreciate the sight in front of him. 

“Stop staring,” I snap, hiding my face under the duvet, feeling the flush in my cheeks. 

“Hard not to when you look this good, Peaches” 

Inches away from my breasts, Jungkook draws small circles with the cream, as I hiss at the cold sensation. Arching my back, he sucks on the sweet taste of my nipples, as his hands caress the soft skin, before leaving a long trace of cream on my stomach. Each taste is followed by a sinful kiss, as purple hues paint my body.   

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[apollo-likes-writing]

June of Doom Day One - "Help Me."

Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Clark Kent/Superman, Alfred Pennyworth, Ra's Al-Ghul (mentioned), Tim Drake/Red Robin, Damian Wayne/Robin, Stephanie Brown/Spoiler, Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Summary: Bruce has always been stubborn, much to the dismay of those around him. It's only when he has no other option that he actually decides to ask for assistance.

Word count: 1603

Tags: Light angst, light gore, injuries, depictions/recountance of injuries and violence, medicine/medical terminology.

Author's Note: In comparison to other angst fics I've written, this one is incredibly tame. Call it the calm before the storm for this challenge lol. Enjoy! As always, feel free to like, comment, and reblog. It helps me out a bunch.

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Masterlist | Day Two

The Dark Knight is revered across the world as being untouchable. Unbeatable. The stuff of legend that you tell your kids about so they will behave. “You better be good, or the Batman will come and get you in the night!” It works a treat. There are some people in the world who don’t even think He exists. They believe it’s clever CGI or paid trauma actors or a talented cosplayer (as to what they’re cosplaying is up for debate, for obvious reasons). Like on of those fake movies where people on social media work together in their thousands to gaslight people into thinking they exist when they don’t. It’s not true, of course. Batman is as human as any other person on Earth (except for the large variety of aliens that also call Earth home, but that’s another thing to ignore). He is human. He has skin and lungs and teeth and a tongue; and with such things comes vulnerability. The Dark Knight is not untouchable, and he certainly isn’t unbeatable. 

Especially considering the state he is currently in. 

It is well-known throughout the hero community that Ra’s Al-Ghul is not a man to be messed with. Whenever his name pops up on mission briefs it is always given to the more capable heroes in the Watchtower. Usually the Big Three: Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman, and today was no different. When the small-time hero of somewhere unimportant came shuffling over to his office to timidly poke his head through the door, Batman was surprisingly quite understanding. 

“That must have been a formatting error. I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Ra’s Al-Ghul isn’t a villain for the regular hero. Thank you for bringing this to me, Jerry.” 

How on earth he knew the man’s name was between him and the gods. He scampered off and out of Batman’s office before he got the chance to ask, his own fear getting the best of him. How heroic. 

Now, while Bruce is clutching his side and using his cape as an impromptu bandage across his torso, he wishes that Clark and Diana were not on their respective breaks. 

“The kids are on school break. I’m going to take them to visit Ma and Pa for the weekend. Shout if you need me, Bruce.” 

“My sisters in Themyscira have requested my presence for a ceremony of some kind. It is apparently important, so I will be back in about a week.” 

He can’t blame them, of course. Superhero work is tough, and everyone is in need of a break now and again. Jon and Kon are important to Clark, as are his own children to Bruce, so he understands. And the surprise birthday party for Diana has been in the works for months. Being the only naturally born Themysciran, it is a ceremony worth celebrating for the Amazons, so Bruce can’t fault them either. He just wishes their departures could have been spaced out a little more so he wouldn’t have to deal with Ra’s alone. 

Now, in the middle of god-knows-where in some North African country, he is alone. Crippled by some sort of Lazarus Pit magic that was blasted across his thigh and various sword-related wounds dotted around his torso and legs. He’s been in worse situations, but he’s also certainly been in better as well. With Alfred piloting the Batwing from the safety of the Batcave, he’s got about four hours until it arrives, and he can be brought back to his own domain. Back to safety. He hesitates at the idea of calling for help from Clark. The man has his own priorities, and it’s been an incessantly long time since he’s had time alone with his family without the stress of hero work. 

However, some priorities overrule others. 

“Clark, help me,” he whispers, voice cracking and hoarse after hours of fighting and sustaining injuries. As he treks away from the arena where Ra’s and Bruce fought (some secluded spot in the middle of a dessert - Bruce would personally guess Ethiopia due to the landmarks surrounding him, but he has been wrong before and wouldn’t be surprised if he was at this moment as well) and with the fact that Ra’s has been defeated in mind and handed into the local authority, he pushes forward. Every step through sand dunes feels as if he’s walking through treacle, and he can’t help but struggle with his own body as he reaches the crest of a particularly large mountain of sand. In the distance, the sparkling lights of a large city twinkle at him with the promise of assistance, but he highly doubts he’ll get there before he collapses to dehydration or his injuries. He’s already exhausted the little water he had in his utility belt and the bandages in it have already been used to patch up wounds of the highest severity. The strange green magic that Ra’s used on him made the material of his trousers stick to his left leg painfully, so he had to cut the cotton-Kevlar material off.  

So, there he is: trudging in the middle of some desert in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night - dehydrated, injured, and miserable with his incoming support not available for another several hours and half of his costume in disrepair. He can’t help feeling a little irritable towards his comrades for this, even if he is completely aware that it isn’t their fault. He was the one who deemed it too dangerous for his children to come with him to combat the Demon’s Head and made the incredibly intelligent decision to go alone. Even Alfred had urged him to go with one of his more mature children, but his fear of losing them after what happened to Jason put the rational part of his brain on autopilot in favour of the worried parent in him to disagree with every alternative. He can just hope that either his family or Clark finds him before it’s too late. 

That’s the last thought he has before he collapses, face first, into the sand. 

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He’s in and out of consciousness for a long time. When he’s got half a mind to take in his surroundings, Bruce notices that he is travelling. Rapidly. When he blinks, he’s in a vehicle, then lying down on something, then surrounded by darkness. He hears voices too, but they’re often mixed and warped together until he can’t discern whose is whose. Eventually, the soft timbre of Alfred reaches him, followed by the worried voice of his eldest son. It’s then when he realises he’s back in the Batcave and safe, so he closes his eyes again and stays like that for a while; not particularly in the mood for waking up. 

When he properly regains consciousness, he’s met with a pounding headache and a sharp ache overwhelming his legs and chest. Bruce opens his eyes and is immediately blinded by the bright LED of a medical light glaring down on him. He squints into it and brings his arm up to cover his eyes with a groan, and the room, which he didn’t realise was occupied by others, suddenly went silent.  

“Bruce? You’re awake!” That was the voice of his third son. 

“It was about time, Father. How was Grandfather?” That was his youngest. 

“Stop pestering him! Let him get his bearings before you overwhelm him with questions.” His eldest daughter. 

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t overwhelm me with questions at all. At least, not yet,” Bruce grumbles, attempting to sit up without triggering a massive headache and failing miserably. He slumps back on the hospital cot, closing his eyes. He feels a cool and damp fabric being placed on his forehead, realising that Alfred is busy doing his medical ministrations as he always does. 

“You gave us quite the scare, Master Bruce. I hope this acts as a lesson to not fight the League of Assassins without correct backup,” the butler states. Bruce sighs, the act causing pain to shoot through his ribcage. Ah, so he broke them.  

“I won, didn’t I?” he states, attempting humour. The joke falls flat in the now silent room and the man represses the urge to sigh a second time. 

“We all know that’s not the point here, Bruce.” His eldest son, Dick, steps forward and stands next to the cot where his father lies. “You gave Clark quite the scare.” 

That’s what gets Bruce to open his eyes. 

“He’s here?” 

“He’s upstairs in the Manor. He wanted to give you space.” 

He can’t suppress the sigh this time and it turns into a wince. 

“Damn it. Can you bring him down here? I want to apologise for keeping him from his family.” 

“Visiting hours are closed for a few hours,” Alfred states bluntly and shoots a poignant glare behind him at the several others in the room. They all look away, shuffling around awkwardly. “Unfortunately, your stubbornness is apparently hereditary.” He turns to face them all. “Children, Master Bruce is awake. You can come back later when he’s in a better state of mind and body.” As if on cue, Bruce groans in pain after a failed attempt to move his legs into a more comfortable position. 

“Right- yeah. Sorry, Alf. We’ll go.” Dick begins to turn away but stops himself halfway to the door. Once the others have left, he gives a meaningful look to his father.  

“Stop thinking you have to do everything alone, Bruce. You have friends. Act like it.” 

With that, he leaves, leaving the Dark Knight in the care of his butler and his own thoughts.

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Will be posted on Ao3 later on :)

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Collage-Matsu!AU

All probably belong to a lame frat house or smth because...I mean...just look at them...

Lazy post

Idk random au hcs

cw: ocs

Osomatsu

Engineering Student (?)

Pretty lax with his work, has a some late assignments but usually hands them in on time.

Engineer work always manages to impress.

Actually fairly decent with what he does!

Natural charismatic and chill nature makes him an ideal student and well liked by his classmates!

Often goes to parties and, out of the brothers, most lively and seen out more with his brothers.

Still a pervert, but we love him.

Karamatsu

Law Student !!

Passing with flying colors.

Over the top ALWAYS.

Hands in assignments on time--no, EARLY actually. Cannot handle one tardy or late being a drag on his grade.

VERY passionate about what he does. VERY.

More assertive and combative with teachers and fellow students when it comes to debates or group projects.

Well respected by his peers, and often invited out, though doesn't often go to parties despite the pushing from Osomatsu.

Though, he does eventually cave now and again.

Choromatsu (i dislike him idk why)

Economic Student

Doing fairly well, passing but nothing over the top or crazy.

Never hands in a late assignment or late work.

Doesn't work amazing with group projects but doesnt work terribly either.

Architecture Student

Surprisingly passing fairly well!

Often doodles idols (Nyaa-Chan) in class, but always hands in work on time or even early with complex work and details.

Probably, a little bit of a teachers pet.

Ichimatsu

Law Student

Passing, but not doing the best he could do.

Often gets Karamatsu nagging him to interact more, to put in more effort, he is a law student after all.

Doesn't really care too much, and has few late assignments, but doing pretty okay.

Everyone always pauses to hear what he has to say, oddly his peers HEAVILY value his opinion.

Vet Student

PASSING WITH FLYING COLORS IT'S INSANE..

Does plenty of volunteer work, and actually strives in this line of work. And, while he still does law, he doesn't want to do that as his profession.

Animals love him and have a clear bias of him over his fellow students.

Actively trying to get over his fear of needles to work as a vet.

His peers again value his opinion, though here they're more intimidated by him more than his law student peers.

Jyushimatsu

Sports Tuition - Baseball !!

NEVER LATE.

NEVER HANDS IN STUFF LATE.

NEVER MISSES AN ASSIGNMENT.

PASSING WITH FLYING COLORS.

THE BEST AT WHAT HE DOES.

Always enthusiastic at baseball and has grown to befriend most to all of everyone on his team.

Plans to go big leagues and already has plenty of offers.

Todomatsu

Interior Design Student

Pretty well liked by his peers, often conversing and making friends easily. While Todomatsu doesn't go to many parties like Osomatsu, Todomatsu prefers lowkey parties, group study sessions, etc..

Overall passing fairly well!

Amazing at group projects, often excelling at communication, and makes sure everyone does their equal parts.

Political Science/Politic Student

Similar to before! Pretty well off, and liked by his peers.

Often takes part in debates and events, normally taking part in setting up as well!!

Avoids his brothers, though his brothers do somehow manages to embarrass him regardless. All the avoiding was useless in the end.

Totoko

(Sorority Girl)

Different Sorority house as Nyaa but later tranfers half-way through the year.

Economics !!

PASSING WITH FLYING COLORS..

She needs the cash, and needs it now.

Has a few late assignments, but she's one of kind student.

Very cute, and well like by most if not all her peers!

Business !!

Similar to before, passing with flying colors!

Few late assignments, but there are a sparse few.

Nyaa-Chan

(Sorority Girl)

Music Tuition !!

Literally poster-girl of the school.

Amazing at what she does, even if she does it differently than what was stated on the assignments.

Not one late assignment and ALWAYS does it with class!

Social Science !!

Same as before!

The BEST at what she does, it doesn't matter.

Her gaggle of fanboys always trailing her, though despite the fame is sweet once getting to know her.

Keeps her daughter a secret, so being an idol, a student, and a mother sometimes her close friends (matsu brothers, totoko[, &rei]) help her take care of her daughter when she gets overwhelmed.

+Oc content, don't mind this.

Reina

Does marital arts on the side, though prefers to keep it in the dojo only.

Prodigy, and definitely the dojo master's favorite, though tends to deal with some ridicule and jealousy from her male peers.

Her older brother (Hakuno) is a almost graduate law student. Both don't talk much despite how close they were growing up.

Art / Fine Arts Student

Prefers turning in assignments at the end of class away from prying eyes.

A few late assignments, though normally turns them in eventually.

Doesn't do too well in group projects, and ends up doing most of it, though she normally doesn't complain.

Passing pretty well!

Normally tried to avoid group projects, but gets dragged into them anyways.

Often called "Hakuno's little sister" despite her clear dislike of it.

Hakuno

Often seen with his girlfriend, Cheriko, or Cherry.

Normally avoids topics like his younger sister, and has since stopped attending her minor to large scale tournaments.

Often brash and to the point. Often sees Karamatsu as an obstacle or competition as he was once top of the class and had since been booted to second place.

Law Student

Try hard. HEAVY TRY HARD.

Always there to hand in assignments on time, and VERY competitive in debates.

However, he has a hard time listening to others and prefers only to work alone and refuses to hear others opinion which in the end only harms his grades. Though, not by too much.

Has grown more competitive during class debates.

[bubblebaththoughts]

dark, pervy!joel miller coming into readers room after she gies to sleep, inly for her to wake up with him inside of her.

ill be back 🚀

woww. yeahhh.. you were in such a rush you spelled not one but TWO words wrong, LMFAOO.

WARNING: DUB-CON!

well i hope yall enjoy this.

Joel tried to control his breathing as he stood outside her front door, debating whether he should actually disturb her.

“Y/n?” He called out as he knocked on the door

No answer.

He wasn’t even sure why he was here, all he knew was that he needed her, and that he needed her now.

“Y/n!” He called again, now resting his head against the door

It wasn’t that late, why wasn’t she answering?

Finally he tried the door handle, which was surprisingly, unlocked.

“Stupid girl.” He sighed as he closed the door behind him, locking it for her

The living-room light was on, but no one was in there, he scanned around the home, he always loved her house, loved truly getting a look into who she really is.

“Where you at, sweetheart?” He caled out again

He spotted her bag in the hallway, followed by her jacket on the floor, and her boots following that. All led to her bedroom door.

Someone must’ve had a long day.

He stepped over her things, and pushed her door open. He found her, finally.

More of her things led to her bed. Her shirt, then her pants, and then her bra and underwear. He realized she was naked underneath her covers

He’d seen her like this a million times but it always got him excited. he stripped himself of everything but his underwear and slid behind her in bed.

In his opinion, she looked too good like this.

He slid his arm around her waist, snuggling his nose to her neck. Now he knew what he was here for, he realized as he kissed up her neck.

Soon enough she was groaning, wondering why she was being awoken.

“Mm, hi sweetheart.” He smiled against her neck

Now she was well aware of what was going on, she groaned in response and closed her eyes once again. She stayed half asleep as he continued his attack on her neck.

He began to kiss down her back, creating goosebumps over her entire body.

Joel then began creeping his fingers between her thighs, trying to work his way around, trying to work her up.

Though she was half asleep she still parted her thighs for him, as she always did, no matter what happened. Whether he had called her a bitch earlier that day and stormed off or if he was the sweetest man on earth, she always let him win.

“That’s right baby, open up for me.” He whispered against her skin

He knew her body too well, immediately her found her clit, working it till she was dripping.

Joel could hear her whimpers every so often and smile to himself, knowing that it was all him making her feel so good.

He pulled his hand back, using it to pull her on to her back. He always ravished her body, everything about her was perfect.

She still had her eyes closed, though he figured by now she was well aware of the situation.

He sat up and maneuvered her and himself so that now he was on his knees, with them spread so he could palm himself easier. He draped her legs over his, so that he had the best access to her. He felt painfully hard, throbbing at the sight of this beautiful woman in front of him.

He slid his cock out from his underwear, and began lifting her legs up so he could just slide right on in.

Immediately her eyes shot open, her mouth in gear for a breathy moan.

“There you are, honey.” He smiled as he began thrusting

The quick paced thrusts immediately sent her into overdrive, her back arching, her stomach clenching, and her eyebrows creating a crease between them.

Joel leaned down to kiss her, his lip’s creating her safe haven. “Come on baby.” He kept repeating

Her hands slip up and around him, holding onto his shoulders as he drilled himself into her. “Joel..” She whined

“I’m here honey. I’m here.” He whispered, out of breath “Fell asleep waiting for me or something? Hm?” He asked

She gave him a confused look. “What?” Was all she could muster as she held on to him tighter.

“Why were you naked sweetheart?” He clarified

“I got hot.” She explained

“Mm, you’re always hot though.” He groaned into her neck “Like the fuckin’ sun.”

“Joel I need to-“

“I know baby, come on, come for me.” He panted

Shortly after that he found himself spilling into her, pulling out and lying back down next to her.

“I hope you don’t wake up everybody like that.” She laughed as she laid her head on his chest

He laughed, disregarding the idea. His hand rose to her sweaty forehead, pushing her hair back and out of her face.

“I wish I could spend the rest of my life here.” He sighed

“Me too.”

[abyssal-ali]

Gold Rush

Ship: Timari

Rating: G

WC: ~1.0k

A/N: this was written probably two years ago (?) and kinda rushed, so it's not my best work. I did edit a bit and any mistakes or bad plot is mine and not my lovely beta-readers', @kitsun369 and @mothofhearts

Constructive criticism accepted (but please be nice) and any feedback is great!💜

Inspired partially by Taylor Swift's song, Gold Rush. If you recognize little nods to certain lyrics, congratulations! My symbolism didn't go to waste.

For @the-coffee-fandom, @velveteenshadow, @forgottenfriends, @timinette-is-best, @miraculousmelodies and all the other Timari Coven fiends.

Marinette eyed Lila over the rim of her punch glass. She was talking flirtatiously with the host of their trip to Gotham, Wayne Enterpsises' CEO Tim Drake.

Marinette had hoped that he'd use his internationally famous genius to see through Lila's facade, but it seemed like the liar had another victim of her honeyed tongue. At least this time she wouldn't be lying when she bragged about knowing the Timothy Drake (even though everything Lila said after that probably wouldn't be true).

Marinette and Tim had met at the pre-party meet-and-greet, where their hosts formally introduced themselves to their Parisian guests. Marinette had met his eyes as they shook hands and promptly fell into his sparkling ocean-blue eyes that twinkled with amusement at her flushed face. She furiously willed away the heat creeping up her neck and into her cheeks, hoping it wouldn't come back every time she looked at him.

He was quite charismatic and she knew he was one of the most sought-after dates, a handsome heir to two multi-million dollar companies....handsome? She thought beautiful fit him better, with his expressive eyes and lean yet muscled build and hair casually falling into place over his eyes when he shook his head, laughing at a guest's joke.

No, bad Marinette. She had an online boyfriend, and they were going to make it official when they met in person. She was not going to do anything more than admire her host's looks.

Between the meet-and-greet and dancing/socializing part of the party was a fancy dinner, where Marinette sat opposite Tim and they had a delightful discussion.

It kind of reminded her of her DMs with her gaming partner/online boyfriend, RRBurgers (she called him RR). They typed about anything and everything and often debated random things just for fun, to test their wits.

Tim had said something—she was sure it was purposely controversial—and she'd ached to begin a war of words, but responded more mildly than she liked. He had looked surprised, then thoughtful, when she refused to verbally spar with him.

They'd brushed fingers as they crossed paths, completely by accident, and Marinette promptly increased her speed, heading to the powder room to silently talk to herself (and Tikki).

She was in love with RR and didn't need to fall for gorgeous eyes and perfect smiles.

Now, she was seeing red—or at least a shade of rose, the colour of Lila's surprisingly unostentatious dress—as she spied on Mr. Drake and Lila's flirting.

She drained her punch in an annoyed swig, moving to the balcony, and looked at the stars until her jealousy cooled. If Mr. Drake couldn't see Lila for who she was, he deserved her, she told herself.

With a sigh, she leaned on the railing and pulled out her phone to play a round of her favourite game.

She stiffened when Mr. Drake appeared at her elbow. How had she not heard him approach? Then again, the ambient chatter and music were noisy.

“You play well."

“Thanks.” She finished her round (a win) and returned her phone to her purse.

"You play Knights of Mirreile?” Mr. Drake obviously wasn't taking her silence as a hint, or else he was outright ignoring her body language.

“Yes. You know it?”

“I joined to practice my French with native speakers. I'm on the Parisian server, actually—my handle is RRBurgers.” He looked at her curiously.

She took a step back. “RR? I'm LadybugandtheTramp!”

He held out his hand. “Hi, Lady. I'm RR; thrilled to meet you in person.”

She shook it, willing her returning blush to retreat. “Wait a minute...tell me three things only RR and Lady know. Just to be sure.”

Tim grinned at her. “You're wise; this is Gotham, after all.

"Uh, une: I contacted you first, to ask you to teach me some hacks.

"Deux: You have PTSD from Hawkmoth and often can't sleep, so you game, because you don't like sewing as much anymore.

"Trois,” he lowered his voice and stepped closer. Marinette could feel his body heat, even though the air was crisp. “We're a couple in Mireille and when we are planning to meet and date in person. You told me you were in love with me twenty-two days ago, and I replied that I was in love with you too.”

Marinette could barely breathe when she saw the intense look in his eyes. “Uh...I guess you are RR...I'm so glad to finally meet you in person, although it's sooner than I was expecting! You're even cuter than I imagined.”

She enjoyed the pink on his face instead of hers more than she should have.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady?”

"I'd love to!"

" But until tomorrow, would you care to spend our time together dancing?"

The red on Tim's neck spread and Marinette giggled. "Who taught you how to be so smooth? I almost fell for you all over again."

Tim winked at her, took her hand, and led her to the dancefloor. Marinette silently thanked Chloe for insisting on teaching her how to properly waltz, at least.

As they swirled around the room, he complained in her ear. “I talked with Lila. You're right—I can't believe what she made up! When I asked for clarification, the lies got more outrageous! I am so sorry for your suffering.”

Shyly, she admitted, “I was a little jealous of the attention you were paying her. I thought your smarts could see through her but it didn't look like it—you're a good actor."

“Thanks, I have to be.”

At her puzzled look, he explained, “In business meetings, you've got to keep a poker face, especially when you're a young businessperson like me.”

“Oh,” she nodded. “I understand that."

She relished in the angry look Lila sent their way as they twirled past her. Maybe Tikki's powers did rub off on her, building up to this moment. For some reason, she felt secure in the knowledge that she was safe and could be herself.

When she had first met RRBurgers online, she was prepared to keep her distance from him emotionally. It had been just after Ladybug and her team defeated Hawkmoth and she was depressed and suffering PTSD, gaming when she couldn't sleep or had nightmares. But RR had somehow wormed his way into her good graces with his nerdy jokes and similar lifestyle and whacky stories about his family, and the next thing she knew she had a big crush.

They gradually grew closer, DMing every day, and RR had really encouraged her in a way her old friends hadn't been able to do. She had changed a lot after being Ladybug, but they still saw her as Past Marinette. RR was a virtual friend, a blank slate, and knew Present Marinette.

He'd encouraged her to stop sewing if she didn't have a passion for it anymore and not be bound by people's expectations of Past Marinette, but show them Present Marinette.

She hadn't been brave enough to completely act like Present Marinette, but with Tim encouraging her from her side instead of over a screen, she thought she could try now.

Tonight was as good a place to start as any. She approached Lila, Tim's arm around her waist. "Hey, Lila, I see you've met Tim's brother, Dick. Have you told him about that time you heroically saved Jagged's kitten yet?"

~~le fin~~

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ive seen the f/o werewolves au and I absolutely love it. From the way it works to how they all handle their wolf side in different ways... I just find it so neat!

Callahan especially got my brain going 100 miles an hour, Just imagining him and the YN from your series dealing with it...

The days leading up to the first transformation where the animalistic-scary grows from "hot" to "concerning".

Him missing out on a date because, as fate would have it, happened in a full moon and then just... Ghosting, because he doesn't like the fact he can't control this quite yet.

He wanted to ravage YN before the transformation? absolutely. Make them his (mate)? Certainly. But this is beyond him. He can't control himself, just the sound of YN's voice from when they showed up at his doorstep (one last check. Giving him the benefit of the doubt.) is enough to send him into a bit of a frenzy, and he hates it.

And then one day YN returns to their dorm to find this big, weirdly wolf-like, old dog (if the grey muzzle is any indication) at their door. One that's weirdly docile and (even more surprisingly) friendly with them, despite the fact they never saw this dog in their life.

The dog approaches, carefully sniffing their hand, before pressing the top of its head against the palm. Still a bit weirded out, YN gives the animal a few tentative scratches and pets, which the dog seems to like.

(Mate is caring for him after so long after all...)

And just that presence, that care, that absolute freedom to be at peace with the one the two of them love is enough to bring the two consciousness together for long enough of a moment for Callahan to detransform.

Thankfully the shock of petting a naked Callahan (clothes having bursted out from the initial transformation) sent YN reeling back, which ended up reverting him back into a wolf. Wouldn't do to have that image floating around the college forums after all.

YN was able to guide Callahowl inside to wait out the moon. But in the morning, they would talk, as they made sure to tell the dog. Whether he could fully understand them or not was still up to debate, but at least he seemed to understand their tone and looked a bit chastised.

For the all of five minutes before YN relented and began to pet him again, cursing whatever entity that ruled their universe and made Callahowl such a cute dog.

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE MORNING. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO ANSWER IN KIND.

First of all I am s o so jazzed to see that you, too, are mad about Werewolf!Callahan like me!! XDD And 'Callahowl'???? OMG perfect XDDD Second of all-

YOUR FIC HERE. IT IS MAKING ME INSANE. Y/N being affectionate with this wolfie that loves her even though they have a sort of temperamental relationship when he's human?? 'Mate is caring for him after so long after all...'- this this this!!! Because like??- thats Aaron and Y/N loves Aaron. They do. But usually they cant show him that, because he's an ass and it would kill them- and he cant show it to them either because, again, he's a total ass-- but in this form??? His underlying desire for affection from them (His mate!! <3) comes out and Y/N doesn't have to worry about teasing (or worse) ^^

I also love your detail that his muzzle is lighter to show his age!!

Thank you so so much for sharing this!!!!!!!! ^^ I wanna write for Callahowl so so bad and one day I will XD I swear XD For now though here are some imagines for you, too!! In these, Y/N is actually his student but the relationship is basically the same apart from that.

Werewolf!Professor Aaron Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Imagines

Plot: Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon.

Warnings: There are smut imagines at the end that involve male masturbation topics as well as sex, and breeding ref's.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon appearing in class dishevelled. His short hair unbrushed and ruffled like he's been constantly running his fingers through it, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his jacket clenched at his side in his hand instead of on like it just got way too hot despite it being the middle of November, his glasses constantly crooked from rubbing his wild eyes.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon only being calm when its just the two of you. When, after class, you stay back to check on him in the office. He slumps on the corner of his desk and watches you with a certain warmth you've never seen on him before. You fix his glasses and his hair, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling for half a moment before he can pull himself together. You offer him his blazer before you leave, and he takes it simply because you offered it, wanting to hold onto you in any way he can, but only holding it in his hands as you leave instead of pulling it on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting snippier and snippier with students, breathing heavily through his nose and rolling his eyes up to the sky and looking dangerously close to throwing things- but not to you. Not towards his mate (Not that you know you're that).

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making a guy in your class with you, who was arguing con to your pro in a hypothetical court topic feel dumb and mortified in front of the whole class. He told the guy to oppose you (Its a regular law class activity!) but it turns out to be too much for him- he cant handle it. He has to stick up for you, protect you. And its nasty, and unfair, and awful, and everyone in the room feels the aftershock of it. Luckily, he's still him enough to brush it off and move on, but you're looking at him like he's insane the rest of the class and he knows he fucked up.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon making up excuses why he's acting the way he is and why he keeps cancelling on you and they just keep getting worse. He's a smart guy, he's actually scary he's so smart, but now he's acting like an idiot and you're actually getting kindof concerned. You ask him, genuinely, if he's okay?

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon looking up and to the door any time you walk through it, looking over at you like he knew it was you who came in even if its too loud in the room for him to have heard the door even open and he had no way of knowing when you were going to get there. Because he's so tuned in to your scent, and his nose is so sensitive this time of month.

~ Hornycanons from here ~

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon getting hornier the closer his transformation closes in on him.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to cover his mouth with his hand tight and hang up quick when you call because the bulge in his pants grew at record speed hearing you and he's going to moan if he stays; the sweet sound of your voice making him painfully turned on.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to jerk off under his desk during lunch. You stay back to check on him, he takes his blazer from you, and then he sits down slowly and takes out his red headed, leaking cock to quickly pump one out; riding the high or your lingering scent and your voice in his head and the feel of your fingers on his hair just before.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom more often just in order to jerk off and keep his shit together.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who will fuck all night if you come to stay over. He'll fuck you against the wall when you come in, he'll fuck you on the couch, he'll fuck you all night in bed. He tries to bang it out, make the rest of his week easier, but thats not how it works.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who has to fight himself not to fucking cum in you, goddamnit. He doesn't want kids, he tells himself over and over. He doesn't want kids, he doesn't want kids. But the wolf in him desperately wants to fill you with pups. Luckily Cal's just strong enough to control that. Just.

Werewolf!Callahan in the days leading up to the full moon who is just a mess, and completely enamoured with you, and desperately wanting to hide it from you.

[lift-heavy-be-gay]

Let's talk about transgender athletes

this is gonna be a long rant so I'm just gonna put a cut down below. dni if you're a terf or just wanna cause problems.

So, recently in class we were discussing different drugs used illegally and legally in sports and eventually the topic of transgender athletes came up (because of course). However, my professor handled it really well and as a trans athlete (pre transition), I just wanna talk about my feelings on the matter.

Keep in mind that this is my opinion, but I have been studying this in uni and may have more of an insight on how testosterone and estrogen actually affect the body. Anyway, there are two main points I wanna make.

As an afab athlete myself, I compete in a mostly strength based sport (though some technique and skill is necessary). However, I could not even begin to think about competing with my amab counterparts. It would put me at an unfair disadvantage and them an unfair advantage.

The first being that—depending on the time you began taking hormones/how long you've been taking hormones—you most likely won't be able to compete in high level competitions like the olympics. I know that people are going to be upset at this, but please listen. If you began taking hormones around the age you would begin puberty, then by the time you're an adult still presumably taking said hormones, then your levels would most likely be that of a cis person. However, if you're taking hormones after puberty, then the testosterone difference between amab and afab people is *staggering*. This article states that amab people generate 15x more testosterone than afab people. Even if they begin taking hrt, it takes YEARS to even begin to see a significant difference.

But

(and this leads to my second point)

There are numerous advantages and disadvantages for cis people in sports. Whether it be financial status, family history, access to training, facilities, or injury prevention/rehabilitation. If kid A is from a long line of well-off basketball players and has the resources to compete, then he definitely has an advantage over kid B who is from the middle of nowhere with no support and even worse facilities. Fact of the matter is, cis people are unevenly matched up against each other all the time. There are a hundred and one different ways that they may have an advantage or disadvantage over each other. Why is it different for transgender athletes? Scratch that. Why is it different between genders at all?

What I'm trying to say is that, I've met plenty afab people who are stronger than amab guys. I really don't think gender matters that much in a lot of sports. I believe we should start separating athletes based on weight rather than gender. (Of course, that's just my opinion.)

It's just that whenever I hear the topic about transgender athletes in sports, it's always about trans women. It's about how it's "not fair" and they are "doing it on purpose to get an easy win" and a bunch of other excuses to try and justify not letting them play. Surprisingly, I don't often (if at all) hear the same argument about trans men. On the surface, a lot of these debates about trans athletes is good ole' transphobia. But if you look deeper, it's really just misogyny. Most people don't even care about the sport, they just want another avenue to oppress a group of people.

Basically, the situation is not as black and white as most would like to believe, and there's a lot of nuance involved when trying to understand this topic. It's unfortunate that many trans athletes have to even deal with this extra bs in order to compete.

anyway, end of rant. thanks for reading if you made it this far. there's definitely more I could say on this, but these are the main points I wanted to make.

tldr: while there are inherent biological differences between amab and afab people, that doesn't excuse excluding trans athletes from being able to compete

[dreamyfanfix]

Chapter 2: It Shouldn't Hurt

Past (2 Years Ago):

Anthony had to admit it. That was the most eventful PTA meeting of all time. After Kate sat down, Portia proceeded to give out more information about the new processes that would be implemented, at Mayfair Girls, at the beginning of the term.

First: The school was going to adjust its classes to meet the standards of their new entries. The classes would now be separated by grade average which meant those who excelled would be able to take AP classes and kids who struggled would be with teachers who were known for explaining better and getting concepts across to struggling kids. Parents were not happy with this but Anthony could see some nodding teachers. The idea that kids would feel less than others was a fear but it became clear that this was also being done by subject as many kids only struggled in one area and the school wanted to make sure the students were well-rounded when they graduated.  Anthony, surprisingly, had no problems with this. His sister Francesca had spent so long ignoring some of her subjects that she was behind and catching up was taking up more time than just plain old studying.

Second: All extracurriculars would have reentry tryouts. This one caused the biggest stir in the room as many of the parents in the room bonded over their daughters' mutual extracurriculars.  Anthony, again, was actually happy about this. Eloise had been working on her social skills through the break and he hoped that she could have a retry into Debate, Public Speaking and Academic Decathlon.

Third: The school was adding mandatory 'Social Impact' lessons. These lessons funded by a Social Worker most of the time, would be lessons the girls would need in learning about those less fortunate or about social issues of the world. The girls would be volunteering at different organisations for increasing their awareness of social issues again emphasising the need for well-rounded graduates. Anthony thought all the eyes in the room were gonna pop out of their head at the implication of this new lesson plan. Everyone looked surprised, everyone except, Anthony noted, Kate. She sat there with a smug look on her face and Anthony couldn't help but smile, she was enjoying this. 

Just then Kate's eyes found his and Anthony felt locked in place by her gaze. He nodded his head in greeting but Kate scowled and immediately went back to listening to Portia.

As parents & teachers dwindled out the door when the meeting ended. Anthony watched as some parents came up to Kate to speak to her. Some of them were congratulatory and offered thanks, others just seemed like they were curious. Kate seemed to handle it all in stride so Anthony hung back, waiting for his turn.

"Quite the entrance there Miss Sharma," Anthony remarked as he walked up to her, Anthony noticed Tom by her side and shook his hand "I'm going to take a guess that this is the lovely girlfriend you were talking about earlier Tom?"

Tom smiled oblivious to Anthony's ogling of Kate "Yes this is her. Is she not amazing?"

"Quite. It seems I am destined to learn that on multiple occasions," Anthony said looking at her properly now.

"Well Lord Bridgerton, how do you feel about the changes to the school mandates?" Kate asked with a quirked brow before Tom could pick up on Anthony's meaning.

"Oh I love them," Anthony said and both Tom and Kate's eyes widened. Anthony smiled "Yeah I think these new processes will help all of our girls including your...?"

"Sister," Tom supplied.

"I think these new processes will help all of our girls, including your sister, be more well-rounded," he looked at her in a challenge.

"Is that so? Cause here I thought you would loathe these changes. I thought people like me and all the parents here today, who took buses and trains to get here should stick to our own schools?" Kate asked sourly.

Anthony's breathing hitched "You weren't supposed to hear that,"

"Why? How could I miss the opportunity for you to proclaim to the entire room how people like my sister have no business schooling with people like your sisters?" she said

"You don't understand-"

"Oh I actually think I do understand Lord Bridgerton," Kate said as she got closer to him, he suspected that Kate being quite tall herself could often intimidate men shorter than her but they were both around about the same height so all it did was bring her face closer to his and Anthony got a whiff of her "You see it seems it is not just the school that has gotten out of touch, it seems the parents and teachers need to start working to meet the standards set by hardworking children like my sister,"

Anthony had to shake his head to get the scent of her out of his mind "If this school is so below your standards, why put in such an effort to get your sister in here?"

"That's what I asked," Tom spoke for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Kate shot him a glare and Anthony felt smug before she spoke "Because a child of excellent schooling history in a fair world would get their pick of schools and that's how things should be," Kate gestured around her "Maybe if the underperforming rich kids and their parents had any self-respect or care for others they would step aside and let those with real goals and ambitions take the lead then the school wouldn't have to lower its standards to meet them,"

"That's a lot of big talk coming from someone whose sister will be enjoying the premium quality of a private school funded by endowments, private donations and exorbitant school fees that I'm sure she is not going to be contributing to,"

"I'm talking big? You literally all buddy-buddy with the Featheringtons as if, despite being in the peerage like yourself, they too are on financial aid," Anthony hesitated, he didn't know that but Kate continued "But I guess a handout isn't called a handout when you have a title,"

Anthony was really frustrated now "Look what does it matter now anyway? Your sister is attending, and the school is changing their mandates. You won,"

"I won I know that much. I'm very good at it if you can recall but I do not like being made to feel like a pariah because I stood up for my sister and did everything I could to get her the best education," Kate was now so close every breath he took he was inhaling her maddeningly distracting scent.

"So I'm supposed to feel bad because I too did all I could for my sisters?" Anthony asked.

"Okay guys you both are good siblings, might want to take a break?" Tom interjected.

It was only then that Anthony noticed that almost everyone had left the room at that point. He looked at his watch and shit, he was late.

On the car ride over to work, Anthony could not help but think about the similarities between him and Kate Sharma. She too was a protective sibling and she clearly loved herself an argument. Despite it all Anthony finally felt like he got a glimpse into who she was and he was curious to know more.

That being said Anthony knew he might have to table those thoughts because she was seeing someone and she clearly disliked him. Despite the intensity of their exchange, Anthony thought staying clear of Kate was a good bet, the idea that they would be at each other's throats for the next few years sounded exhausting and yet compelling but also Anthony felt like getting involved with her would bring up too much introspection about the life he had been living and he was not ready to deal with all of that just yet.

Yeah, he was going to stay far away from Kate Sharma.

------

4 months went by and Mayfair Girls was putting on a recital for performing arts. Select excelling students, like Edwina, had been training for this moment for 2 months. This recital was significant, Edwina had done ballet performances since she had been at Mayfair Girls but this was the first time that a school-wide performance was being put on, especially when she had only been at the school a few short months. Even though Kate felt like Edwina had more than proved she belonged at this school, Edwina felt like this was the first time she could actually shine and Kate was nervous for her sister.

Kate had taken an active role in the school since Edwina's entrance and things had gone relatively smoothly. She did often bump into other parents who were still hostile about the circumstances of their children, things did get a bit tense when the school began to rescind admissions for some students.

The Carrigan twins were the first to go, Vince Carrigan was a prolific alcohol distributor in the country and was thinking of running a campaign for a labour slot. He was not happy when his daughters had to leave the school many thought he would sue but he did not have the grounds so others thought he would use his government connections in the future to change the rules unfortunately, it never got that far. The Carrigans were out and Vince Carrigan was arrested for fraud 2 months after that.

Next to go was Prudence Featherington, this caused quite a bit of gossip because Portia was the head of the PTA.

Up to 5 girls per grade were removed from the school and Kate thought the PTA or someone else would do something to change it but apparently, the shame of not meeting the standards of Mayfair Girls was enough to satiate any possible retaliation from parents. Portia on the other hand was less than friendly whenever she bumped into Kate. Although Kate loved to remind Portia that they were both in the same boat financially so her nose need not be so high in the air. At least Penelope was still at school, she seemed like a smart girl.

None of the girls who left the school were Bridgertons and Kate was finally secure enough to admit that she was relieved. She didn't even believe that Anthony had anything to do with Eloise and Francesca's growing performance despite what she would say in arguments with him.

She doesn't even who starts them anymore. All she knows is that they would get in a room together, eye each other intensely, fake pleasantries and then argue over things. They argued over parking spaces, school uniform, his dating life and her dating life. Anthony loved remarking on her relationship with Tom. Kate hated it. Maybe she did not love Tom but she did not like that despite calling him an old friend, Anthony would mock him. It was not something she liked to see or hear from him. She often wondered if he was jealous but decided against analysing that too much because she was supposed to be staying away from Anthony.

Only they couldn't stay away from each other it seems. Anthony's best friend it turns out: Simon. She remembers when she went with him as his date to an event and was stuck in the middle of their reminiscing of old party days. Kate got quite a bit of insight into how much of a player Anthony was, I mean Simon was too but she knew that. Anthony visibly blushed when Simon brought up the open relationship debacle with Siena. Apparently, despite his being shared, Anthony was not one to share. Kate rolled her eyes at the nerve of it all.

Kate hated herself a bit for wanting to know more. When she and Anthony ended up at the bar by themselves Anthony slid a cosmopolitan in her direction and Kate took it gratefully. 

She asked if Siena was a sore spot and he blushed again and said it was complicated. Kate couldn't help herself she asked him if he was still in love with her, and she gazed at her drink the whole time.

Anthony laughed at the question and said "No. I used to think I was but lately, I've been feeling this pull to someone else that can only be attributed to deep devotion. It was never like this with Siena,"

Kate's breathing hitched, she tried to think of people she had heard or seen with Anthony and was drawing a blank. When Kate was with Anthony he tended to be singularly focused on her even if other people were chatting with them. It was exhilarating and dangerous. "Does she know?" Kate asked.

"I thought she would figure it out. I am not exactly being discreet, in fact, my siblings have called me out on it a bunch of times," Anthony said and Kate could feel his eyes on her.

Kate lost the battle she was having with her self-control and looked up at him. Anthony was now gazing at the dancefloor where Anthony's brother, Benedict, was dancing with his boyfriend Henry, in a sweet embrace.

Kate sighed and said "Well I doubt a guy with a title and a pleasing smile would have a tough time getting the woman he adores,"

Anthony looked at her with a giant smile on his face "You find my smile pleasing?"

Kate sighed "Despite being a man who thinks way too highly of himself, I cannot tell a lie,"

"So that is a yes?" Anthony asked inching closer to her.

Kate nodded and giggled at his giant puppy eyes gazing at her "Yes," and then her phone vibrated and Kate saw the message on her smartwatch. It was Tom.

"Don't worry Kate. I won't tell your boyfriend that you pine for me," Anthony said as he made his way away from the bar, from her.

"That's not what I said," Kate said walking after him.

They bickered the rest of the night and Kate felt like crap when she returned home to multiple missed messages from Tom.

Kate snapped herself back into the present and walked into the rented theatre backstage. She had gotten there early and secured a family pass for her and Mary, Kate wanted to wish Edwina good luck before the show started.

I guess Kate was not the only one who had that idea because a couple of parents lingered around backstage helping their girls get ready to perform.

Kate spotted her sister "Edwina,"

"Kate! Over here," Edwina said directing her towards one of the dressing rooms. It seemed Edwina was sharing with Francesca Bridgerton. Kate had reconciled months ago about Edwina's going friendship with Eloise Bridgerton. Both of them were incredible readers and Kate had more than once caught them asleep in the living room, books in hand.

"Hey, you nervous?" Kate asked

"Yes and no. I know I am a good dancer but everyone has bad days, I'm just hoping this isn't one of them," Edwina sighed.

"Bon, you are heads and shoulders above all the other dancers even on your worst days," Kate said hugging Edwina tightly.

"Even during December of last year?" Edwina asked.

Kate visibly shivered "Even then,"

Edwina looked at her, through the dressing room mirror, with scepticism but didn't say anything further.

"Do you need anything before you put on makeup? Water or snacks?" Kate asked.

"No, but you can keep me company for the next hour. Though you are going to have to leave and get to your seat cause you know how mom is terrible at finding her seating,"

Kate nodded, Mary was always losing her place or forgetting her row even when they went to the movie theatre.

A little while later Francesca came in with her makeup done, she was with her older sister Daphne and Anthony. In a lot of ways, Francesca looked like she could be both Daphne and Anthony's child because she looked like a mixture of them both.

The conversation in the dressing room was lively. Kate noted how Francesca was not much of a talker but she got her quips in now again. Apparently, due to the two-per-family rule, Anthony and Daphne had to wrestle with their mother for tickets. Luckily or unlucky their youngest sister, Hyacinth, started vomiting and their mother stayed behind relinquishing her ticket to Daphne.

They talked some more before Daphne said to Kate and Anthony "Why don't you two make your way out and find your seats? I can help the girls finish their makeup,"

Anthony gave Daphne a look she could not decipher and then got up, Kate did too, Mary would be here soon anyway. Kate gave Edwina a light kiss on the cheek and Anthony gave Francesca a kiss on the top of her head. The gesture was sweet it made Kate's heart constrict.

Anthony then led Kate out of the room and down the hallway.

It was quiet while they walked for a bit until Kate finally asked "Hey, did you ever get around to telling your beloved about your feelings,"

Anthony sighed, they were in the seating area now and it was still empty "No, I haven't. There's no point. She's seeing someone,"

Kate’s heart quickened as she realised his implication “Anthony be serious,”

“I am serious Kate. When have I ever not been serious?” Anthony asked.

Kate walked a few steps away from him and Anthony walked a few steps towards her “I’m confused here, Anthony. Last month you called me the 'Bane of your existence,”

“And yet you also the object of all my desires. A maddeningly frustrating combination I tell you,” Anthony spoke and he looked at her with such adoring eyes that Kate felt dumb that she hadn’t noticed his attention before.

“You never said-”

“When was I gonna tell you, Kate? PTA meetings with your mother? Clubs with Simon? When I spot you and Tom on a date?” Kate wondered when the last one could have occurred cause she didn’t remember ever seeing Anthony anywhere she was out with Tom.

Anthony reached for Kate, Kate was going to let him reach her but then her phone rang. It was Mary.

------

Concentrating during this recital was impossible. Anthony had told Kate how he felt and now she sat two rows from him, looking straight ahead. He wondered what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He felt like such a cad because Tom was a good guy, there was a point a couple of months ago when Anthony started to feel bad for slagging him off because Tom was not the problem. Anthony was the problem. He fell in love with a woman with a boyfriend.

He couldn’t even remember when it all started. He remembered first trying to avoid her and then bumping into her at PTA meetings and events. He noticed that when she was around her mother she tried to be on her best behaviour so he started taking joy in baiting her into arguments.

One day he and Kate got into a spat and Mary sent her away to get water.

Anthony felt himself flush when he saw Mary looking at him curiously “You know this is the first time 'the boy pulling on a girl’s pigtails’ story is starting to make sense to me?”

"I don't know what you mean," Anthony said to her.

"Sure, be a dear and tell Kate I went to the ladies," Mary said as she walked away.

Kate came back and Anthony informed her that Mary had gone to the bathroom "You know you and your mom are quite alike in your scrutiny?"

"Sure. Mary is a nurse so she deals with people who have done a whole bunch of weird stuff to their bodies in the hospital. It is quite interesting,"

"Yeah I mean you even look the same. The same discerning eyes,"

Anthony saw Kate go rigid and she said "That would be quite impossible but a nice thought. Mary's my stepmother she married my dad when I was 5 years old. 5 years later Edwina was born. My dad got sick when I was in law school but he didn't want me to take time off to take care of him so I actually doubled down and finished early. He died 3 years ago,"

"I'm sorry. If it's any comfort, it does get easier," Anthony replied.

"How long for you?" Kate asked.

"12 years," Anthony replied. It hadn't even occurred to him how much time had passed.

"Wait isn't your youngest sister 11?" Kate asked.

"Yeah, she was born a few months after his death. It was a tough time," Anthony explained. Usually, he was not forthcoming about his family but gave him a look into her life so he returned the gesture.

"I couldn't imagine. Edwina was a handful but at least she was 13. She could generally take care of herself," Kate responded.

“Yeah, I was the only one above 18 so anything that mother couldn’t do, I did. And there was a lot back then. Signing permission slips, pick-ups, groceries and doctor’s appointments. I kind of think that’s why I’m so organised even now. Despite things running a bit smoother now that everyone is older,” Anthony said only just realising how much he truly had to take care of, Kate put her hand on his arm and Anthony tried to ignore his speeding heart and the heat radiating off of that one spot.

“I mean I only had to worry about the fact that we were one paycheck down. I was still doing courses and training but had midnight shifts at bars and I did a bit of modeling at art studios. Anything and everything to keep us afloat. 13-year-old Edwina did not like having to learn how to take the bus and not being able to go on some school trips but once Danbury Law hired me it was a game changer. A good paycheck, way better than even my dad was providing. We finally could start having nice things again,” Kate said with a twinkle in her eye.

Anthony's heart ached for the Sharmas but mostly for Kate. It never occurred to him how dealing with his father's death would be made much harder if he also was concerned about money. If he needed a babysitter he could pay, if he was desparate he could send a car to pick up his siblings. Tutors, vacations, clothes and cars for Benedict, Colin and Daphne when they all turned 18. He even had his eyes on an electrical car for Eloise when she turned 18. Anthony wondered if anyone had ever actually gotten to spoil Kate like that since her dad had gotten sick and then he remembered Tom.

He remembered every bit of their conversation for weeks.

One night Anthony was drinking at a bar with Benedict when a guy approached him "Hello there cutie, can I get you a drink?"

"No, thanks but see that guy over there who looks similar to me?" Anthony pointed at Benedict dancing.

"Yeah he's like you but taller," The stranger said.

"He'll never let me forget it. You can buy him a drink," Anthony said.

Benedict was going through a rough patch and he needed a pick-me-up. 

Anthony on the other hand was actually having a peaceful month. I mean he would still argue with Kate when he saw her but the venom in their exchanges had lessened and they would often end their exchanges laughing. Portia had scolded them on more than one occasion during PTA meetings about their giggling interruptions but Kate's takes on Portia's attitude often made him chuckle even sometimes when Kate was not there.

The bartender had come and given the stranger, Henry, his drinks "You sure you don't want anything?"

"Yep, I'm good. Designated driver," Anthony replied.

"You know there's such a thing as Uber, love?" Henry replied.

Anthony chuckled to himself "This is exactly the conversation I was having with Kate the other day. She was giving me shit because I have drivers on stand-by instead of just taking an Uber, even though she only started taking Ubers this year," Henry smiled at him and Anthony continued "She's periodically late to everything now because she never factors in finding a driver time. The other week she was 30 minutes late to the PTA meeting because she let her Uber driver take her to a gas station so he could get snacks. I was like 'He could have kidnapped you' and she actually gasped and said 'Kaseem would never'," Anthony chuckled to himself "You know for a woman who spent her twenties studying the law she sure as hell does not know about the crimes that can happen to her. That being said if it was her sister-"

Henry cleared his throat “Anthony you’ve been talking about your girlfriend for a while now with no break,”

Anthony could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and gulped his bottle of water "Oh Kate's not my girlfriend. She's not even a friend. Besides she's seeing someone,"

"Oh. Oh," Henry said with the second 'Oh' sounding a bit softer and Anthony looked down not being able to stand the look Henry was giving him at that moment.

"We understand each despite not really coming from the same background. Actually, we don't have much in common really, she likes RnB and Jazz and I like Rock music. We really only connect because we are both the oldest," Anthony rambled.

Henry gave Anthony a knowing look and said "Relationships have been built on less," Henry began to walk away and then said "Look, maybe you guys are not endgame but it seems like she's already taking up your time even if it is just mentally. You should go for it,"

"She has a boyfriend," replied.

"Football teams have goalies," Henry replied walking away for real now.

Anthony remembered sitting in the PTA last month, waiting on Kate he wanted to show her pictures from Hyacinth's 12th birthday party. He wanted to show her she was right about Hyacinth loving the idea of a mermaid theme, he would obviously fake contrition but it worked with their dynamic. Anthony looked at his watch and realised Kate was late again, sometimes he wished he could be linked to her Uber account so he could see how far away she was. There was that option on Uber security to let you share your trip with friends and loved ones...

Loved ones.

It hit Anthony like a brick. He knew he was attracted to Kate before he knew her name. He liked their banter but over the last two months, it had become more.

He was in love with her.

Anthony scolded himself for being so stupid. He knowingly fell for a girl that is dating his friend. And even if Anthony gave himself leeway by saying Tom was not a proper friend it still didn't account for the fact that Anthony was sure Kate despised him. She hated everything he stood for. And for the first time in his life, Anthony felt shame. Shameful for throwing his money around everywhere, for treating people with less than like crap and even the idea that even if he got in a relationship he would not know what to do because he had never been in one.

Anthony sat and watched Kate, barely registering the students that went on one by one. Francesca was last as the instrument portion was last and Edwina was after intermission because the dance portion was second. Now Anthony listened as people sang and then a girl got on and she started to sing 'Dancing On My Own' by Robyn only it was a lot more slowed down, this was obviously in the mix of Calum Scott's version. Anthony felt every pang of the lyrics:

"And yeah, I know it's stupid But I just gotta see it for myself

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh I'm right over here, why can't you see me? Oh And I'm giving it my all I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own, ah"

At that moment Kate got up and Anthony instinctively did the same.

"Anthony, where are you going?" Daphne asked.

Anthony didn't even stop to look at her when he said "I'll be back just now,"

Anthony felt a bit like a creep following Kate out of the theatre and down the hall. So he decided to call out her name but she just sped up so Anthony did the same.

Anthony finally saw Kate turn into the bathrooms by the dressing rooms. Not exactly main bathrooms but if the dressing room bathrooms were overflowing the performers could come out here and use them. Anthony knew too much about theatres and bathrooms thanks to the plentiful times he has seen Daphne dance.

He stopped at the door. Took a breath and opened it.

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Present:

Kate sat anxiously with Daphne on their couch waiting and then Simon appeared "So Anthony is stable. Turns out mixing prescription drugs from different psychiatrists is not a good idea,"

Daphne sighed relieved holding her pregnant belly "Thank you, Si. Did my mom say anything else?"

"Just that he is stable. Although she was concerned about how it took so long for anyone to find him," Simon said.

"You know Anthony. He keeps to himself, everything is so close to the chest," Daphne said.

Kate must have had a look on her face because Simon asked "Is there you might know Kate?"

"Not really. You guys know Anthony a lot better than I do," even though Kate's heart was hammering with relief with Anthony's condition she still felt a pain in her chest ever since she heard the news while having breakfast with Daphne and Simon.

"Kate, I don't think that is true," Daphne said.

"I have barely spoken to the man. We broke up over a year ago," Kate said getting heated.

"Yeah but ever since the engagement and wedding it seemed like you guys were at least friendly," Daphne said.

"Ah yes, the baby shower, where he screamed at me for not finding my own family to be a part of. Where he said I ruined his life and that he wished he had never met me. You mean that baby shower?" Kate asked choking up a bit at the end. Kate always thought the decisions she made were for the greater good. Justice and all that. But as she looked at a dishevelled Anthony during Daphne and Simon's baby shower she wondered if all the decisions she had made since she agreed to be Simon's Best Person was hurting Anthony and in turn his family.

"Kate, Anthony did not mean any of those things," Daphne said trying to calm her down.

"Yeah he clearly was going through a tough time and seeing you always hurts him," Simon said.

"Well thanks for the heads up, Simon. I have been hurting him with my presence for the last 7 months now. That information would have been helpful," Kate said now preparing.

"So you could do what? Not be a part of my wedding? So you could not be a godmother to my daughter? Kate I love you and Anthony is my brother now. I was tired of living separate lives with you two," Simon said with pain in his voice.

"Kate, we missed you," Daphne said softly like she was on the verge of tears.

"Maybe it's all for the best Simon. Daphne. Cause you are right Anthony is your brother and you have to prioritise family," Kate said as she left giving them no space to answer her.

She was sad, heartbroken and overwhelmed without even thinking she drove and drove until she was outside Mayfair private hospital.

[blackjackkent]

Now that we have defeated Arfur's merc squad, he is considerably more deferential.

"All right, you won, you won! What more do you want from me?"

Hector's intimidation check is now only DC10, because it's much easier to make someone listen to you when you just beat up a whole merc squad with your bare fists.

[INTIMIDATION] "I want the family to stay," he says. With the fighting over he has immediately returned to the same calm placidity he had before it. But his eyes are burning with intensity. This has been his first taste of the inequality and cruelty of the city proper and he does not like it much. It is a far cry from seeing the city's crowds from the distance of the monastery, or even from the mad violence of the Absolute cultists. "You have room for them, surely?"

Arfur scowls. "Well, with Zenovia and the others gone, I don't suppose you'll take no for an answer," he snaps. "All right - they can stay. Are you happy now?"

He rolls his eyes. "Now I have to figure out what *I'm* going to do."

Hector debates the merits of pointing out that this house is big enough to house twice the number of people and still have room for Arfur to live comfortably, and then decides it's not worth it. "I'm sure a man of your means can find room at an inn somewhere."

"A room can wait," Arfur says sardonically. "After what you've put me through, I need a drink."

----

We did get an inspiration from Shadowheart there for helping the refugees out, which is nice.

Let's go inside and talk to them.

"Not quite sure why you stood up for us like that, but I won't say I'm not grateful. Thanks. And may Torm keep you."

"You are most welcome," Hector says with a smile.

"You're the first person in this city to have our backs," the man says. "Thank you. Really."

Whew boy. Clearly Rivington (and probably the city proper as well) are not handling the influx of refugees well. Inb4 Hector becomes the local batman figure, swooping in and dispensing justice.

The interesting thing about this, I suppose, is that Hector has been a charitable dude right from the beginning; kind of a fundamental character trait. But it hasn't really had the opportunity to come to the forefront because he has been faced primarily with nightmare monsters and crazy people that he has to fight or die.

If he'd been placed in this situation at the beginning of the game, I don't think he would have opened up on those mercs like that. I think at best he would have tried to smooth things over and given a good chunk of coin to the refugees to try and help them find somewhere else.

But he has spent the last few months faced with problems that he could only solve with his fists; he's become a hammer and I suspect he's going to find a lot of things that look like nails in this city. (Not to say that he will seek out violence if there are other options but I think he's much more ready to take that route where required than he might have been before he started this adventure.)

Went to look around the rest of the house. Arfur's bedroom is locked; I broke into it purely for personal satisfaction and found a book titled "Arfur's Private Musings" under the bed:

Oh my god. >.<

He also had a couple nice outfits we can use for camp, which I stole out of his dresser.

There's also a hidden hatch in what appears to be a workshop on the main level.

Hector opened it up without much trouble. (His multiclass into rogue has given him much more utility in lockpicking.)

The basement looks nondescript at first - but Shadowheart identifies that, surprisingly, it has rigged traps:

Hm. What have you been up to down here, Arfur?

There are actually a LOT of traps down here; walking around triggers a mass of perception checks with every step. Luckily none of them are too hard to disarm.

Disarming the fireworks occasionally gets us these consumables, which is kind of fun:

Hector was also able to just straight up pick this up and take it with him:

Having cleared out most of the traps (aside from the one Jaheira set off >.< ), we can move into the back of the basement, which has this note on a table:

Next to it is a trapped chest which we busted open:

Oho!

I had a feeling we'd find something interesting here; knew there had to be some sort of payoff for identifying how nervous Arfur was in the earlier conversation.

SPILL THE TEA!

Ohooooooo!

"Might be worth checking Arfur's donations," Hector says. "Looks like his generosity's compromised." (His VA, who we don't really hear much out of, made this sound very angry. Hector is not pleased with his introduction to the city.)

This got us a new quest:

*airhorn*

There are various toys we can steal from the basement but none of them seem to be the ones in question so presumably we'll find out more about this somewhere else.

[swirlmup]

Well well welly well well....

Let's talk about the art I made for the finale and the last couple character designs revealed, shall we?

It was an all-hands-on-deck situation, and I was able to contribute to one of the final scenes. I hadn't gotten to draw Maria yet this volume, and so that's what I request for this final assignment.

After my last scene with Adam, I had foolishly believed I wouldn't have to draw the Atlas rifles again. Nope! xD I also kinda uh, just put whatever for the mermaid grimm, and wasn't super clear that they had a specific look, so i just sorta drew generally aquatic monsters, but it works out anyways and nobody called me out on it wwwww

The mech was also a bit of a pickle! Had to ask other sketchies for ref images, and I think the design of the mech was still in flux right up to the very last possible second. Still though, skyscraper-sized robots are always fun.

Maria was such a treat to draw, I love how she's simultaneously full of wisdom and also continuously very confused on how qrow and ruby are related.

We in this house don't believe in "cheating" in art, but we do believe in taking shortcuts. Plus it turned out bretty coo.

Got some help with this! perspective is a weak point for me, but felly sketchy Jayjaybase was able to procure a better ref image for me than what I was finding off of google, and it helped a lot for the overall look of the thing.

Serious Maria, giving her final words as a mentor to Qrow.

This was another fun shot to do. Yang waving with her stump is probably my favorite part lol.

Qrow's the kind of character where I always fret if I'll be able to draw him and his tricky hair right, but one way or another he always seems to turn out okay.

It was surprisingly tricky for me to find a good reference image for Qrow's running legs here, luckily posemaniacs came in to save the day.

This was a fun sequence to do, i always like imagining what a person looks like mid-transformation into whatever animal they turn into, the way their body and features must contort. I wonder if I'll get to do more stuff like that in the future?

Lowkey hilarious that Maria didn't have the slightest inkling that Qrow could turn into a bird until this very moment, and her reaction is just "neat!" Perfect note to end that scene on imo lmao

Now on to the last two character designs of the volume!

First up, worst girl, Cinder! There was quite a bit of debate on how to handle Cinder, especially since I personally actually quite liked her canon Atlas outfit, and didn't want to deviate too strongly from it. Overall though, it was decided that she should keep more of her red motif and a lot of the more classy elements from her previous designs. A soft gradient on her cloak helps tie in the colors from her feathers and keeps her legs from disappearing into the cloak. She feels a lot more like a mage here, with us wanting to lean more into her maiden status. As a rule I'm not fond of Cinder, but when you're doing character design, you kinda gotta find a way to sympathize and get in the character's head to find the roots of their personality to design from, and I like to think I was able to find an approachable middle ground with her.

Malachite's new outfit! For realsies this time and not just a cobbling together of her old outfit with her sister's!

Originally back when Malachite reappears and fights with Cinder, she was meant to appear in the casual!outfit shown in this sheet, her hair already cut to its new length. However, for various reasons, the artists for that scene ended up using her vol.5 cobbled design, and the casual!outfit was never used. A shame, I'm so fond of clothes that defy gravitate and look like they're about to fall off xD

But nonetheless! Malachite's Atlas outfit was largely inspired by a particularly eclectic gothic/punk lolita dress that was shared in the server from online, which got some tweaks and adjustments for dressing malachite in. We're dialing up the intensity of Mal's mental schisms here, two brains existing in one person and generally getting along, yet clashing even so. Gave her more simplified hand weapons, as well as increasing the size of her ankle blades to better match the size of her hand-blades. The main idea behind her was for her to be a blender in a cocktail dress lol. Very excited for her to do more stuff in the future of FRWBY!

And that concludes volume 6! Thank you all so much for watching and reading my art commentaries! Hope to see you again as Fixing RWBY continues! Fare well!

[tanjirou-no-au]

I posted 88 times in 2022

That's 88 more posts than 2021!

31 posts created (35%)

57 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 39 of my posts in 2022

#bnha - 28 posts

#mha - 28 posts

#bnha rewrite au - 14 posts

#izuku midoriya - 10 posts

#twisted fates au - 8 posts

#class 1a - 6 posts

#tenko shimura - 5 posts

#class 1b - 4 posts

#shoto todoroki - 4 posts

#tomura shigaraki - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 31 characters

#give me the spicy chicken man!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

BNHA Rewrite 1A: The Minor Characters

And finally, the background characters.

Mashiro Ojiro - Lion Dance

First off, his Quirk is called Lion Tail, a combo of his mother’s Leomorph Quirk and his father’s Monkey Tail.

Beyond the tail, he has claws, sharp teeth, and longer toes that afford him better grip.

Prefers Wado-Ryu Karate & Monkey Style Kung Fu.

Slightly more aggressive, always up for a challenge.

Grew up in a dojo, son of two martial artists. Skilled poet, Tokoyami is jealous.

While his tail tuft is blonde, his hair is actually black and dyed to match.

Sparring partners and friends with Uraraka, alongside Kirishima, Sato, & Hagakure.

Best martial artist in 1A, neck in neck with Nirengeki for best in First Year.

Tooru Hagakure - Transluminescent

Her costume is made from her hair (like Mirio’s).

Pink & blue crystalline bodysuit and pocket skirt.

Trans rights.

Much better handle on her light refraction abilities, and buff as hell.

Got through the Entrance Exam by blinding a drone, ripping off a leg and going to town.

Helps out Todoroki during USJ by luring villains into the woods, away from him.

Rikido Sato - Sugarman

Sugar Rush increases muscle 'output’ instead of just strength.

This includes fast twitch muscles, (granting him limited superspeed) and the brain (Though, combined with the drawback it usually ends up a net neutral)

Looks up to O’Clock. Midoriya’s convinced he could mimic O’Clock’s powers.

Best friends w/ Ojiro & Kirishima.

Koji Koda - Anivoice

His Quirk is named Nature’s Call.

Borders between talking and and command.

Selectively mute, but has trouble with JSL due to his face hampering traditional facial expressions. Still, JSL buddies with Jirou, Bakugo & Shinso.

Still growing the ‘Antennae’ that would allow him to use his Quirk telepathically.

Gets along surprisingly well with Kaminari & Shinso.

Has a crush on Jirou.

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9 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

Okay, here me out:

Relatively standard roleswap, Slayer Nezuko & Demon Tanjiro, maybe with Nezuko wielding some derivative of Water and/or Flame Breathing (I’m partial to Vine or Magma for the name) but the big changes are her first two companions:

Genya Shinazugawa: An aggressive, cagey, but ultimately noble & kind Slayer who lacks a Breathing form, though he makes up for it any other way he can, like guns, repetitive actions, poisons and a surprisingly keen tactical mind. And his demon eating ability, though he tends to keep it under wraps for somewhat obvious reasons.

Muichirou Tokito, a…loopy if nice amnesiac Mist Breather with a tendency to zone out and is generally regarded as having the survival instincts of a lemming, save for moments where he either hyper focuses or loses touch with reality altogether (there’s genuine debate on the matter) and busts out moves worthy of a Hashira.

Their age mates among the core are Aoi & Senjuro (mostly unchanged, but I might swap them out for each other) The ruthless tsuguko Inosuke, Zenitsu ( who I’m unsure of. The Genya to Kaigaku’s Sanemi? Another Tsuguko? Someone like Aoi or Senjuro?) and the seemingly emotionless youngest Hashira, Kanao Tsuyuri…

10 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#3

Random BNHA HC/AU:

Both Izuku and Shigaraki have read Wildbow’s Parahuman Web series, and get into intense fanboying sessions/debates about it.

Shigaraki: What power would you have?

Izuku, currently tied up: Skitter’s. Even without Panacea’s modifications the tactical applications of her power are-(descends into long, detailed explanation)

The rest of the LoV:...

AfO, having flashbacks through the monitor:...

Bakugo, also tied up: What the fuck Deku!?

10 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#2

BNHA HC of the day: Dabi & Nine were both Shigaraki’s ‘backups’ that were seen in Chapter 350, kids whose Quirks strained their bodies, and thus would provide ample experiments for Garaki’s body strengthening procedure.

Six, meanwhile, was essentially an attempt to create a body from scratch.

Nine was the only survivor, at least partially because Touya (Four) burnt down the orphanage.

11 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Villain Deku Idea: Singularity

Admittedly, this is more a Quirk Idea than an actual character, but I still want to put it out there.

A DFO AU where Izuku’s power is a true hybrid of AFO & Pull, able to steal Quirks at a distance...but with a twist.

The Quirk, “Singularity” acts similar to a power exhibited by the character Eidolon from the web serial Worm, which allowed the character in question to essentially drain the overarching “superpower provider” so to say, of other superhumans. 

When Singularity is triggered, it begins to "Pull in” nearby Quirks, lessening the potency of Emitter & Transformation types while complex Mutants begin to recede, leaving the normal human underneath. Izuku in turn can begin to use these powers in ever increasing potency, until Singularity is turned off, the victim leaves the Quirk’s area of effect, or they are left essentially Quirkless. 

Quirk usage increases the rate of draining, and more powerful Quirks take longer to drain. The big catch is, the draining is only temporary, and once Singularity is released, or they get far enough away, the drained Quirks will return their owners...

...Unless they’re killed before Singularity ends. 

The other big catch is that when the original wielder is killed, Izuku only gets the  power he drained, and not the full Quirk, and he can’t stack Quirks like AFO, though he can use enhancers to buff up his other powers, and he can only use three of his powers at once.

It cannot be stolen by AFO, and does not directly affect AFO (though both can drain each other’s stolen Quirks) or OFA

17 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

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Comic Sonic Super Study 6

Not just a study. It's a super study. Because there's another S I could fit in there.

This one's a lot more positive than the last one. This post also features a dead Superman.

Anyway! Onto Issue 20! This is a milestone for us! I think we're gonna get along juuuuust fine for the remaining 600+ issues we're gonna be together, for the rest of the entire Archie continuity, including Mega Man, due to the crossovers, and then when we switch to IDW (Cuz let's face it, IDW's definitely gonna make it to 100 before I finish this). Yep. We're gonna be in this for the long haul, y'all. Maybe after this, we can do Sonic Underground, even though it's not a comic, and TV doesn't rhyme with Sonic.

One thing you may notice about this issue is that Sally is in-character again. You may also notice that this story was not written by Kanterovich and Penders.

Make of that, what you will.

It was written by Angelo DeCesare, for what it's worth, and he's been on a lot of the issues up to this point. Also, the weight jokes are back, which, again, makes sense when you consider that DeCesare comes from that era.

Anyway, when the crew thinks Sonic is dead, they hold a memorial service with a crudely made statue of him.

First off, I love that Tails is their best artist. But also,

A couple of things here. One: I know you're alive, and we're going to avenge your death.

Two: Tails has immaculate handwriting.

Lastly, however, Tails’s unwavering faith that Sonic is alive is very sweet, and surprisingly consistent with what his character would go on to be, considering how little they had to go off of. Somewhere out there, there’s an alternate history where DeCesare was the one who handled the majority of the Sonic comic, instead of Ken Penders, and I feel like that reality has a much calmer, more unified fanbase. The cancellation still happens, because Archie grew to not want Sonic, but hey. Clearly, he can write more serious stories, since this one actually works quite well with the increasingly dramatic tone of the book. He’s also the one writer who seems to have no interest in the Sonic and Sally romantic pairing.

We could have had DeCesare

YO, THEY DID THE ROBIN DEBUT POSE WITH SONIC AND TAILS

I feel kinda bad now, because I neglected to mention the "Death of Superman" homage they did way back, so, uh...

FEAT: SONIC WITH A SINGULAR BLUE ARM!

This one's from the miniseries #2. Not to be confused with the actual second issue, #1. I'm not sure why they started from 0 either.

Anyway, continuing with issue 20, it' i's pretty messed up that Robotnik doesn’t really think much of the Freedom Fighters if they don’t have Sonic. And judging by his reaction when he read Tails’s letter, that might not be too far off from what Sonic thinks. But can you blame him? Their job usually amounts to pointing Sonic to Robotnik, and giving him the opportunity to strike. Yes, I said that the Freedom Fighters are allowed to be competent more than the game characters (at least, in the post-Jason Griffith era), but that’s not a very high bar to pass.

We get to the second story of the issue, and

Penciler Art Mahwinney and inker Rich Koslowski are a fantastic team. I love their art. They’re the same team who did the art on In Your Face, and I want more of them, even if I know this era will eventually end.

It’s also a little funny that the first story from this book features Robotnik, and debatably Sonic doubting the competence of the other Freedom Fighters, and then the very next story opens up with Sally actually being hyper competent. See? I am capable of saying nice things about Kanterovich and Penders.

Issue 21:

EY YO, IT’S AN ISSUE WITH SPAZ ON INTEREIORS! Savor it while you can, cuz this… this comes to a hard stop, if I remember correctly.

This panel is perfection.

Also, I’ll say right now, this is probably some of my favorite Sonic characterization. My ideal mix is this, and the Griffith era. I regret that he was missing his attitude.

Oh, how ya doin', Toei Sonic quills? Didn't expect to see you here.

All right, remember what I said about my ideal Sonic characterization? Maybe not this. This is Sonic treating this like a game, and it’s drawing Sonic’s reasons for doing this into question. Not too into this.

Not you, though, Spaz. You're doin' great. Love the motion blur.

So far, this is my favorite depiction of Sonic's speed in this book. I can feel the drag of the wind, and the whole thing just has this kind of weight to it that I love. It's easy to draw Sonic running fast, but it's another thing to make him feel fast, and for me, this is it.

So, in this book, we see what would happen if Sonic fought Amazo.

Bro, this panel goes so hard. Shoutout to the way Spaz draws Robotnik. Shoutout to Spaz, really.

Well, this post got really long, so that's it for now. Tune in next time, when we talk more about how awesome Spaz is!

[hazbinextgeneration]

Any life headcannons on the plf and your ngs?

Oh boy DO I. Im gonna tag @palettepainter because she also has some headcannons for this wacky family.

-Skeptic is a malewife and mother hen, I won't accept criticism on this- He'll berate Trumpet for getting sick in the first place and at the same time force him to sleep in and give him soup.

-Debating of whether or not Curious is still alive at this point but she is the mother to both Iko and Rida and both had developed her weird habits. Rida will often hold up his hand when trying to focus on something and Iko has unintentionally started writing down weird facts about random things she finds interesting.

-Out of the two of them, Trumpet is the more lenient of the two dads and will let the their two children get away with things much to Skeptic's annoyance which also includes annoying Skeptic when he's working.

-Skeptic cooks more, Trumpet cleans more. That's just how it is. Skep's watched enough cooking videos online to be a decent cook. The reason for that is because Trumpet is actually a terrible cook. He once mistook the dishwasher for the oven and instead of a roast they ended up with a wet ham. So Skeptic handles most of the cooking. Skeptic's also a neat freak but he barely has time for it with all the work Giran puts on his shoulders so Trumpet handles most of the cleaning. It balances it out surprisingly well.

-Because of Skeptic's busy schedule, Trumpet was also the one who helped their children train up their quirks. He's used to helping train someone's quirk from his time with Kotoba (@palettepainter 's oc) so he helps apply that to their children.

-Skeptic has some small scars on his hands from when Rida's quirk accidentally discharged for the first time.

-Both show their care in different ways. Trumpet has no problem saying 'I love you' to his husband and children or giving physical affection. Skeptic is more with actions than words and it's different for his husband and kids. With Trumpet he'll move his bangs aside and let him see his eyes and let him get physically close on levels he wouldn't anyone else, and sometimes return physical affection such as a side hug and a VERY quick peck of a kidd. With his kids- He'll gift his children some things he'll notice they express interest in, give advice even if it's more of his opinion, and will let them lean against him if they're near him.

-Giran has more than once gotten berated by Skeptic either having his hair styled by one of his kids or them leaning against him, and can't take him seriously. Skeptic still can't fathom why.

-Both of them were extremely taken aback to finding out both children wanted to become heroes, and both has adamantly tried to talk them out of it for obvious reasons but in the end have dropped it. It's not that they don't support them, it's just that they don't want either harmed or anyone finding out about them being criminals.

-No one actually knows their parents but sometimes Hawks will give Iko a look when he sees her around UA when visiting his son. She looks and acts...familiar but he hasn't quite put his finger on it yet.

-Speaking on the Hawks family- Iko has a not so secret obvious- crush on Shosha (@palettepainter 's oc) to which Rida both likes to tease her and just facepalms when she just ends up stuttering like a frozen popsicle when talking to him. Skeptic is devastated and Trumpet won't stop teasing them both about 'Like father like daughter'.

-Iko has gotten into one or two fights with Kiru (@palettepainter 's oc)

-The kiddos both have heroes they admire for different reasons involving their quirks. Iko has respect for Higari and his assistant Hatsume since she often has to assemble her own weapons by hand especially if they're on the larger side, she also has respect for Snipe being that they both work with guns. For Rida it's more personal. His two favorite heroes are Present Mic and Shinsou solely based on the fact both their quirks are voice oriented and he can relate with Shinsou on feeling self conscious with his quirk and how it can affect others.

-Iko dyes the pink parts of her hair blonde, not because she doesn't like her mother, but because she isn't too fond of the color pink. Thus this has earnt her the nick name 'Blondie' from close friends.

-Her friend circle includes Fugen, Moku, Imori, and Tokage from her time spent on the streets while her fathers were in hiding.

-Rida has a harmless Gardner snake for a pet he affectionately named Slinky gifted to him by Trumpet. Somehow Slinky always manages to escape his cage and ends up being found by Skeptic by accident. If Rida ever finds Slinky missing he usually just waits for Skeptic's scream of fright to locate him.

-Both siblings have a weird dynamic and have pros and cons to it. Iko clearly takes after Skeptic in both looks and some of her personality but unlike Skeptic she's actually not afraid to say 'I love you' to her baby brother and dads...However for all her smarts she doesn't always pick up on social cues and she isn't the best at interacting with others often coming off as blunt or a flustered mess. Rida has a MUCH easier time socializing with people (his dad IS an Ex politician after all. It's something he picked up from Trumpet.) and is often the one facepalming at his older sister's blunders.

-Seppen is Rida’s best friend and is younger than him by only two years. You’ll often hear them playing video games together or both working together to annoy Skeptic.

-Both siblings are self conscious with parts of their quirk. If either of them are too stressed or angry or scared both of them has the ability to accidentally blow something up which is something they bond over.

-Skeptic is more protective of them than trumpet. May not seem like it at first but you’d be surprised at how many parent-teacher conferences has ended with Disguised-Skeptic going off on any unfair treatment he deems on the teacher’s end.

-Much like Skeptic, Iko is also protective of her friends along with Rida and Seppen since she grew up with both. This has been the reason for her few fights with Kiru on top of her stubborn attitude. 

-Both Trumpet and Skeptic are devastated their children refer to Giran as ‘Grandpa’ and show genuine care towards him. They are currently unaware of what history they have with Giran (A.K.A. destroying his hand-) and tense up whenever Giran makes a hand pun in front of the children. The children don’t get it and Giran has no intention of telling them the gruesome details, but OH he loves seeing them squirm in horror. 

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All Consuming: Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Discovery 

Pairing - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader Summary - The two embark into a new planet, finding it not so safe as the Doctor had promised. Warnings - Arguing? Slight violence. Words - 1.8K

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The 70s provided a moment of peace. A pocket in time in which people protested for harmony and chose to love rather than to hate. A pocket in time that Y/n and the Doctor didn't have the privilege to stay in much longer. So, they returned to the TARDIS only 12 hours later after exploring the streets of California in said era.

"Where to now?" Questioned Y/n as she wandered back into the police box.

The Doctor hummed in response as he returned to his screens, narrowed eyes. "I just sort of close my eyes and point now." He spoke to himself.

Y/n tilted her head as she joined his side, "Very assuring." She commented. "Well, go on then." The Doctor snapped back at her as if not believing her words. So she giggled and gently placed her palms over the boy's eyelids, prompting a grin on his own lips. "Point." She repeated once more.

"You know this is your safety we're talking about? Really want to gamble that?" He debated.

The girl shrugged, "You promised to keep me safe. No matter what planet we're in." She chuckled before shifting on her feet slightly. "Now point."

He finally followed instructions, swirling his index finger before prodding it against a screen. It landed on a planet. A planet she certainly hadn't recognised. So, slowly, she brought her hands away from his eyes so he could explain said planet to her. "Oh," He exclaimed. "Bane World." The boy spun and faced Y/n and her wondering eyes. "Don't think I've ever actually visited. Not a big tourist attraction surprisingly enough."

Y/n quirked a brow, "What is it?"

"Home of the bane."

"Oh, how very creative of them." The girl commented before the Doctor spun back to face the screen.

"You ready to do this again?" He inquired as he began his serval indications of tapping and pushing buttons and hoping for the best.

Y/n nodded. A nod that was stern and sure of itself. "I think I'm getting used it." If you ever really could. The Doctor went to face her, words sitting on his tongue but Y/n held up her finger as to stop him, "Before you say-" She took her hand and very obviously grasped it against one of the metal bars. "I'm holding on."

His grin grew, "You're right; you are getting the hang of this."

And like that, the TARDIS swirled and whizzed, taking the pair with it as they fought for balance before it soon slowed and landed in this world even that Doctor had never visited. The man stood tall as he headed for the exit. "Let's see what this world is like then." He spoke before clicking the handle open and letting this Bane World seep in.

They didn't step out. Not straight away. Y/n came to the Doctor's side, head titled and brows knitted a she stared out into the obis. The planet seemed to just consist of concrete. There was architecture but it was decaying and rotting, not one building in the street holding smooth walls. And, in the air, there seemed to be a green midst which acted as a fog.

Y/n glanced over to the Doctor with a rather unimpressed expression, "I always wondered what other planets were like. So when I have the chance to go to my very first planet, how come you let it be this one?" She nagged him with a raised brow and arms crossed.

"You said point!" The Doctor defended through a yell.

Y/n looked back at the scene in front of her, and the dusty, damaged world she had yet to explore. "Could have just gone to mars." She commented.

A frown crossed over the Doctor's lips which he attempted to conceal, "I know it's not Mars, but it is one thing."

She snapped her head back to him, "What?"

"Safe." He informed. "Mars is far too close to Earth, that's where the Pilot Fish will be loitering."

She huffed and took her first step outside of the TARDIS onto the stone floor. Then she spun back around to face the Doctor and shrugged, "Bane World it is then." A slight smile tugged at her lips before gesturing her elbow out for the Doctor.

He matched her smile and jumped from the safety of the TARDIS before linking arms with the girl and beginning their walk through the world. Many of the buildings seemed to be abandoned with no signed of an entrance, no doors, not windows. The street stayed completely empty, no matter how far they walked.

Finally, Y/n looked to the Doctor and asked, "And what exactly is a Bane?"

"Bit like that one animal on Earth." He paused and thought about it before the light bulb flickered and he suddenly got giddy again. "Like a squid! Many arms, and legs, one eye though." He went on explaining.

His words just raised another question: "And where exactly are the Bane right now?" She gestured to the empty street that was settled in front of them.

"They're not the friendliest of types. Especially not to humans." He looked her up and down and her nerves grew. "Probably hiding somewhere."

The thought that these creatures may be here, that they may be right in front of her, or behind her, suddenly caused shivers down her spine. They could be anywhere. They may be ready to attack and Y/n was just a sitting duck with the Doctor on her arm. She leant over to the man, her voice lowering to a whisper, "Why did you bring us to a planet where they don't like humans?"

He shrugged as if it weren't a problem, "You said point. Are you having trouble with your memory?"

Y/n would have hit him there and then had it not been for the fact they were in the middle of what seemed like land mines. "I know you may be some very important guy back at torchwood or where ever it is you're from, but I think you're the one who's struggling. Think that TARDIS is breaking your brain cells."

The doctor squirmed and acted as he was overly offended by her words. "You don't hold back do you?" He mocked.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just wanted to know why you thought it was a good idea to for us to come to a planet that doesn't take well to humans?" The doctor opened his mouth but before he could speak, Y/n cut through. "And before you say I asked you to point, I thought you'd have a bit of common sense to say 'oh, no Y/n we probably shouldn't go to that planet." She ranted without even realising such before it had all sort of slipped out. "Do you have any common sense Doctor?"

"I saved your life!" He argued, without ever actually answering the girl's question. "A little gratitude would be nice. I really think I said that this planet wouldn't be great, but you stepped out first..."

He continued with his rambles but Y/n's focus had begun to stray. The Doctor's words soon became background noise as her eyes flickered between the shapes which stood behind them. "Are you even listening to me anymore?" He snapped and her eyes jumped to him, glossed over with worry.

Her hand reached out to his sleeve, gently tugging it, "Doctor." It came out as a whisper, but the nerves in her tone were screaming.

He soon followed her gaze, facing the many Bane creatures which had successfully circled them during their domestic. They were starring at them like they were pieces of meat, their pupils wide and daunting. Y/n's grip on the Doctor's sleeve soon slithered down to his hand before their fingers interlocked. "What do we do?" She asked him.

"Improvise." There was no time to argue before the Doctor was addressing the Bane. "Hello Bane! I'm the Doctor," He glanced to her, "And this is Y/n. We're just passing through. No need to worry!" He covered his anxiety with a chuckle but they didn't seem to buy it. "We promise we mean no harm."

They just sort of groaned in response and both Y/n and the Doctor were beginning to realise that they were going to accept the Doctor's sweet talk. "And now?" She urged.

He took a sharp inhale before looking down at her, "Now we run."

And they bolted. They slipped through the Bane before they could realise what was going on and rushed their legs towards the TARDIS. Only problem was, the Bane, as the Doctor had pointed out, had a few more legs than them; they easily caught up on distance. "Doctor!" Y/n had shouted at him after taking one glance back at the group which were gaining on them.

"Just keep running!" He told her as that speck of blue soon came into sight.

Their feet were quickly beginning to wore but as the TARDIS was only meters away, they pushed on. The Doctor jumped through first, sprinting for the controls as Y/n swizzled around, slamming the doors just before a Bane had been able to slip through. She took steady steps back, watching as bangs came from the other side, pushing and shoving against the wooden doors.

"Doctor!"

"Almost there!"

He continued to tap against the buttons before finally, the TARDIS whirled and the sounds from the outside stopped. They'd escaped by the skin of their teeth.

The TARDIS soon finally steadied and the two began to relax. Y/n stood starring at the door like she thought the Bane might still get in. Instead, her throat inched and a rough cough followed from her lips. She caught it in her hand, soon pulling her palm away as her brows knitted. She hadn't just been clearing her throat, no, as she stared down at her palm, a red splat stared back at her; she had been coughing up blood.

"Guess now we know why it wasn't such a big tourist spot." The Doctor had commented, cometeply oblivious to the discovery Y/n had just made.

Her eyes were glassy as she could barely pull her gaze from the blood which stained her skin. Once she finally turned, the Doctor caught on. He wasn't sure what but something was wrong. She raised her hand, displaying what was happening to her body. They both knew. They both knew then and there that this energy inside of her, the energy that should have killed her, was finally doing it's job.

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