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remderance · 2 years ago

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so...few days ago I've created a hermitcraft mermaid au. and here ya go, some of my thoughts about it and also my drawings.

first of all, cub, grian, zedaph, tango, joehills, xisuma and impulse are humans, when scar, doc, pearl, skizz, cleo are mermaids(I didn't think of other hermits yet)

here's also a bit of lore happening, so let's talk little bit about every hermit.

•xisuma

- he is an owner of this whole circus oceanarium and ocean research center.

- he is a strange guy, once he even stole a bone from rendog to chew on! but nonetheless, he is a hard working man and he does all the managing work better than anyone else possibly could

•scar

- cub and grian were the first to find alive mermaid, which happened to be scar. scar, as the most kind and innocent soul, of course, most of the time spent saving sea creatures from fishing nets, plastic junk and etc, though got a lot of injuries himself. he had been in an accident just before he was caught, so he didn't have a chance to escape due to movement issues, because his tail and fins were badly injured

- scar is an orca! but he won't eat you, don't worry. he might try, though

- most of the time there is only one scientist watching him, and it is cub. even though at first cub was too serious about his job, depicting scar more like an object other than a living creature with thoughts and feelings, it was gone in a little while when two of them had a chance to actually know each other more. you could say, scar softened cub's heart

- he is a silly boy, trying to escape his aquarium probably every day at first, thinking of place as a prison. none of his attempts were successful, to be honest, but he never stopped trying

- also, once he even got in a physical fight with grian, being mad that he was in the team who catched him. who won? for some reason it was grian, who is smaller twice in size and not so good underwater

- grian got in trouble many times because of his experiments and especially testing human food on scar. once he had serious food poisoning because of it, and cub never let grian be alone near scar's aquarium again

- scar once asked for human meat and got a "cubfan live reaction". canniballism is pretty common between mermaids, so he was expecting the same from humans

•doc

- doc is a giant moray eel.

- you could say he is the most intelligent and smart fish you've seen! not just by mermaid standards, but by human too. before the oceanarium he was living in an old warship, where he found a room with books that were not touched by water. that's where from he knows chemistry, physics, engineering and other, that's also where he learned english better, as he is originally from german waters(scientists where really impressed that mermaid could have an accent).

- but this ship happened to be in a military zone, where people one time were testing a bomb and underwater explosion happened. doc nearly made it out alive, though got almost incompatible with life injuries. he couldn't be healed by wrapping wounds with seaweed, so he decided to go to humans to the research center by himself, making a deal: he agreed to be studied for science purposes but got a proper treatment for his injuries in return.

- by that point, he was second one to be "caught"

- he is really smart and he will not be missing an opportunity to squeeze out everything from people working there. he got the best aquarium with the best accessories, rocks, corals and filters. it took almost over a year to figure all of this out and a lot of pressure on workers, but doc is not feeling guilty

- he really likes to eat tomatoes

- he also really likes to get out of his tank and go on an adventure to other mermaids. scar is living nearest to him, so you could often see these two hang out

- he created the word "scitties" and scar likes to use it (especially in situations when he is suggested to wear clothes. he says his scitties are too precious to hide them)

- after some time doc became the first mermaid scientist. his high intelligence just couldn't be ignored

- doc helped to create prosthetic fins and tail for scar

- eventually there was created a special gadget just for doc, so he could easily speak with other scientists even being under the water

- scientist connected to him is grian. they are in good terms and grian totally acknowledges his cleverness. gridoc nation rise up

•ren

- oh sweet, sweet rendog! you just couldn't guess what he is. he is... a dog, simple as that. but a smart one!

- although, he doesn't like meat. he is a vegetarian dog!

- his duty mostly is to deliver food to mermaids. he doesn't like to deliver food to scar as it's mostly chocolate chip cookies and lots of raw meat, and he totally adores to visit doc because of his love for tomatoes

- doc likes to escape, and ren likes doc, so he always goes after him with a mop in his teeth to hide water paddles he is creating

- ren is well-trained and all of the staff knows him, so he has access to almost every room in both oceanarium and research center

- he likes to sleep near doc's aquarium. sometimes doc goes out of water at night, waits for his hand to dry and gently pets him

- oh. and ren also has a very specific addiction. this little fur boy always steals people's sunglasses. why does he do that? why does a dog even need sunglasses? nobody knows. but that is such a common thing, that nobody even cares anymore. yep, there's a dog running around in sunglasses, what is wrong with that?

•here's the fun part. beloved zits!!!

- impulse is the only one true ocean scientist in their group

- zedaph lived most of his life on a farm and knows pretty much everything about farm animals. he is a crazy zoologist and has basically zero idea how to deal with fish

"that's a weird looking chicken", - he says, looking at any mermaid

- tango is an engineer and a drummer in his own band. he slays and also he has a lot of tattoos

- although tango's band isn't zit band, they were playing together in college! they all had their rock phase, zedaph even has scars from piercings made in that time

- the star of our show... skizzleman!! skizz for short, he is a manta ray, and he is going mental. he screams, he bites, he fights, he likes to bother others and especially impulse

- skizz made impulse fall in his tank for countless amount of times

- skizz and impulse often fight, verbally and physically, but also for some reason their bond is very strong. they like each other, just in a different way, but their way to this was very hard

- and yep, he is the reason why all of the zit are here. he's just too strong and uncontrollable for one human to handle, so impulse had to get his friends

- skizz is very clumsy and can't exist out of water due to being a manta ray, so trying to escape he makes just one step and then is found right outside the aquarium angry and waiting for someone to come and put him back

•pearl and gem

- pearl is a blue-ringed octopus!

- she spent a lot of time near the shore at the port and most of the time was listening to people, trying to guess meaning of unknown words and adoring strange human stories. it happened in australia, that is the place where she got an accent. it is an exceptional case too, but unlike doc, this accent is not natural, but a learned one

- pearl's only and favourite piece of clothing is a hoodie with oceanarium logo

- as a natural enemy, doc fears to go near pearl. when he is asking her if she's safe, she never gets him a clear answer

- gem is doing mermaid shows! yes, she is not a real one, she just has her costume and adorable coral horns

- oceanarium got gem a tank to exercise and to rehearse her shows. it appeared that pearl was basically living alongside. they liked each other at first sight, but for months weren't able to communicate well, it was only through body language

- pearl sees gem as a goddess for her elegant, exquisite and beautiful movements. no real mermaid moves like that, so that's just something so exotic and unreal in pearl's eyes, it makes her stare without blinking every time

- once impulse was in charge of caring for pearl and he saw what happened between two. he got a permission for gem to visit pearl's aquarium, and that was the first time they got to really know each other. it was the happiest day!!!

- gem is the only one who can calm down skizz and make him feel fear. nobody understands how, but sometimes impulse asks her when skizz is getting unbearable

- impulse, gem and pearl are often seen hanging out together. they created a trio called "soup group". the name was created because of pearl's unexplainable love for soups of any kind

• cleo and joe

- cleo is a sea snake

- she has fish hooks and spear parts in her on places where in canon she usually would get stitches

- she is basically a nature miracle, because she is a zombie, literally dead creature, but for some reason she keeps on going

- half of her organs are not working properly or are not working at all

- because of doc and cleo scientists guess that mermaids are far stronger and tougher than people, as they tend tο survive even in the most dangerous and unreal situations

- also doc and cleo are extremely big

- not to mention these two are really fond of each other. their tanks are located far away, but doc sometimes gets to cleo and they have the best time in the whole world

- joe is an ocean geek who once won an excursion behind the scenes of oceanarium and research center. that's where he met cleo, and for some reason she caught his eye

- he was very persistent and got a permission to sometimes meet cleo under supervision. it was said, that it is good for experience in interspecies communication, so scientists didn't mind

- though, he didn't do anything inappropriate. he was basically just finding a friend in a strange zombie mermaid! he showed her his favourite shows, comic books, was teaching cleo how to read, they were drawing and scrapbooking with her. just a couple of ocean besties!

- although joe cooks and brings mostly exotic or strange foods, cleo likes it a lot

- cleo likes to scare people and mermaids, but when she tried to scare joe she saw only pure excitement in his eyes

•honorable mention, mumbo, who is a plumber and engineer. everyone keeps calling him mario. he even got a big m on his head!

also: it is canon that all of the mermaids are kind of buffed

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft mermaid au #cubfan #gtwscar #grian #docm77 #rendog #zombie cleo #joe hills #tango #zedaph #impulse #skizzleman #xisuma #geminitay #pearlscentmoon #mumbo jumbo #my art ꮚꆤꈊꆤꮚ

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effy-writes · 5 months ago

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Fizz x Fem! Reader: Happy Day

requested from my friend :D

You and Fizz grew up together, but not in the circus. You were always in the audience and grew fond of him. He always noticed you, and ever since you became a regular he would search for you in the audience.

About age 7 he came up to you after the show and started talking. Getting to know your name, which ring you're from, (he was shocked that you were born in the Lust ring), etc. Eventually you guys would hang out before and after his performances just about every day.

When you guys were 16 he gave you flowers and finally asked you to be his girlfriend.

Blitzo and Barbie always made fun of you two. Barbie found it sweet, saying that Fizz deserves you, but Blitzo was definitely jealous.

The day the fire happened you were hanging out with Fizz in the tent celebrating his birthday. Until this day you believed you should’ve been the one to get injured. Fizz wanted to save your life.

Before the fireworks went off he pushed you far away where only he would get the impact. The sides of your body were in white, but you didn't lose arms or legs like you should've.

The following months was definitely traumatizing for the both of you. You stayed by his side everyday until he got better, and during those times you would always apologize and saying you should be the one in that bed, not him, but Fizz loved you. He wanted to sacrifice himself so you wouldn’t be injured, or even worse killed. He didn’t want to lose you.

Once he got better you tracked down Asmodeus and asked him if he could make Fizz mechanical arms and legs so he would be able to perform again.

Right when Fizz got acclimated to his new arms and legs he went straight away to Mammon to audition, and he was a sensation.

So popular that he got his own sex robots, servant robots, he was the most popular jesters all throughout Hell. You were never jealous, but you were definitely afraid of him getting hurt again.

As years went by you could tell that Mammon has been draining Fizz. You always told your boyfriend that you're worried about him, but he shrugged it off and kept telling you that he's okay. You asked Fizz if he could try working at Ozzie's since you worked there and they were hiring. You hoped that Fizz would stop being underneath Mammon’s wing by him working there, but he was still underneath his wing.

Once Blitzo (now you learned it's Blitz) got into your live’s again you were kinda hesitant, but saw how clearly Fizz needed his best friend back. It did cheer him up a bit, but he was still stressed out about being the perfect clown.

It was that time of the year for Fizz to audition again, and this time you actually put your foot down. You called Blitz to go with you to try to convince Fizz to not do this thing again.

So now the two of you are trying to get Fizz to quit but he didn't.

Until finally the end of the audition he literally said, "I quit."

Ever since then you can see the light back into his eyes. He gained some weight, has a new wardrobe, and is always singing and dancing with you.

"Fizz, I'm tired." You playfully whined as he spins you, "I just want to take a nap with you."

"Oh come on, you don't like dancing with me?" He teased.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you two swayed left and right. "I love your dancing, and I'm glad youve been happier since Mammon, but I'm SO tired and I really want to take a nap with you." You smiled.

"Okay, okay, fine." He fake pouted.

"How about after this nap we go out to eat at Ozzie's hm?"

"The place where we work at? Let's eat somewhere else."

You climbed on the bed and got underneath the covers. "Like what?"

Fizz laid down beside of you, resting his head on your chest. "How about...Hearts?"

"Sure."

Instead of going to sleep, the two of you kept switching sleeping positions. First you were on your back while he was on his side hugging you, then you turned over to where he was big spoon, then vice versa. The two of you kept laughing whenever the other person would move.

One moment he was on his back while you were in-between his legs with your head resting on his stomach.

Finally you crawled up to where your head was on his chest with him rubbing your back in circles. He looked over at the penis shaped alarm clock and the time read 3:50. He gently shook you.

“Hm?”

“It’s almost 4. Were you wanting that dinner?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Then get ready.” He shook you a little harder to wake you up.

“Okay, okay fine.” You groaned. “Wanna match our outfits?”

“Of fucking course! Don’t we always?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

The two of you picked out your outfits together. He wanted to wear something purple, so you happily obliged, even if you didn’t wanna wear something with that color. You knew it made him happy.

You guys made your way to the restaurant by taking a fancy limo that offers champagne. As you looked over at him you saw him with that big smile of his that you missed for the longest time.

“Do I have champagne on my face?” He wiped his mouth.

“No, silly. I’m just admiring you.”

“Am I that handsome?” He joked.

You snickered, “Very.”

The dinner felt nice for you two. You let him talk about so many things as you listened. Not superficial things, but things that were deep inside of him. You didn’t realize how much he changed before, during, and after Mammon.

The moment you guys got home you got in your pj’s and planted back onto the bed. Fizz pulled you in closer to where he was big spoon.

“I’m so happy to be with you.” You couldn’t help but to smile.

Since he can’t feel your hands he wrapped his tail around your tail to make it like you’re holding hands. “I’m happy too.”

#helluva boss #cross posted on wattpad #helluva boss x reader #fizzarolli x reader #fizz x reader #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #helluva boss fizz #fizz helluva boss #fluff #no use of y/n

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baronessblixen · 1 month ago

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Fictober Day 11: Oh, What A Night

Prompt: "Well, that turned out great"

Mulder and Scully are forced to attend the annual FBI charity ball. Chaos ensues. Rating T, wc: 2,006

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

A huge thank you to @xxsksxxx for helping me come up with this fic. And all the help and support in general ❤️

The FBI’s annual charity party is a gossip-infested, deadly boring event where agents wear glittery clothes that don’t fit them and get drunk with people they’ll pretend not to know the next day – and before now, Mulder has always managed to escape this circus. That was before A.D. Kersh became their new boss and made it mandatory.

Unless Mulder was dead in a morgue or emergency surgery, his presence was required. And since he neither died nor injured himself – not for lack of trying either – he’s here, standing in the corner with a flute full of sparkling water. He’s saving the champagne for when Scully gets here.

They had planned to arrive together, but when she said she’d be late, she insisted he go ahead to avoid Kersh thinking they’d bailed on the party. So he’s standing here on his own, in an itchy tuxedo, grimacing.

So far no one has even attempted to rope him into a conversation. He nods at Kersh and his assistant, briefly wondering if he can ditch the party now that their boss has seen him. But he couldn’t do that to Scully. He checks his phone to see if she’s called or texted. Nothing. He’s beginning to worry and decides to call her himself. Phone at his ear, he lets his eyes roam the room. So many people he has no desire to see at the office, let alone at a ball.

All he can hope is that no one will ask him to dance. Oh fuck, what if Scully doesn’t show up and Elaine from accounting gets his hands on him? She’s been trying. Much like Diana. She’s across the room, obviously looking for someone – and he fears it might just be him.

“Come on, Scully, answer,” he whispers to himself, the phone still pressed against his ears. There’s a loud, collective gasp – or maybe it’s just him – when the door opens and someone steps inside. Not just someone, no. Mulder relaxes in an instant, his feet starting before he knows what’s happening. A smile blooms on his face and he doesn’t care who sees his goofy grin.

Scully is here.

He stops a few feet away from her, in absolute awe. He’s never seen her like this. At work, she’s the consummate professional in her suits. Every once in a while, he’s been lucky enough to catch her in tight jeans and a t-shirt. Once or twice, he’s got a glimpse of her satin pajamas. He has seen her in her whole glory, not a stitch of clothing on her body. Not that he looked, not really. One time was a matter of life and death. The second time a cruel joke from Diana. He shakes his head softly, hardly believing what he’s seeing now. It’s Scully – his Scully, his friend and partner – in a very flattering, deep black cocktail dress.

“Wow, you look…,” he says, his hand reaching out, unsure if it’s to touch her or the dress. The dress is hugging her in all the right places, leaving just enough for the imagination. He takes her in, feeling like he might need a cold shower if he keeps this up.

“I didn’t know what to wear and found this in the back of my closet. That’s why I’m late,” she says. “Mulder, why are people staring at us?” she asks in a low voice, reaching for his champagne flute. She grimaces when she tastes the water. “This is water.”

“I didn’t want to get drunk before you got here.” He grins. “Scully, I- you look amazing.”

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says with a smile and just the hint of a blush. “We need to mingle. Just so that Kersh can’t claim we weren’t here.”

His Scully, is always on his side.

He considers taking her hand but doesn’t dare. The night is still young. People are glaring at them openly as if they were the greatest spectacle they’ve ever seen. It’s all because of Scully, he’s sure of it. He’s heard about the ice queen rumor long before they were even partnered. He’s never given a damn about rumors and after meeting her, he knew that all these people didn’t know Dana Scully at all. Her rationality is only one side of her; the one she presents at work and in professional settings. He knows a different Scully. One who is passionate about everything – and everyone – she loves.

“You’re starting again,” she says, but she sounds amused.

“I can’t help it.” He decides to be honest with her. “That dress- you in it.”

“I’m glad you like it.” She smooths an invisible wrinkle and Mulder’s pants feel a whole lot tighter all of a sudden. As much as he likes the dress, and her in it, he wouldn’t mind seeing it on the floor. Or – what he suspects she prefers: draped carefully over a chair. But the night has just begun and just in case he’s misinterpreting the last few weeks, he’s going to take his time, admire her in the dress, and cherish the fact that she wants him right here next to her.

“How long do you think we have to stay?” They’re at the buffet now, loading their plates with fancy finger food. Scully gets a white wine spritzer, sighing in contentment when she takes a sip.

“An hour at least. There’s Kersh.” They both wave at their boss who just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I thought he wanted us here.”

“He did,” Mulder says, eyeing their boss from across the room. He’s never seen the man smile in what Mulder assumes is genuine joy.

“Don’t stare at him,” Scully says, elbowing him.

“Did you know he could smile?” Now Scully looks over too. She has to get on tiptoes to see anything and uses Mulder to steady herself.

“Well,” is all she says. She keeps her hand on his arm, watching the room. “Oh no. Diana is here.” No one could blame Mulder for forgetting Diana once he laid eyes on Scully.

“Is it too late to hide?” he asks and Scully doesn’t need to answer cause his ex has seen them and is making her way over.

When Mulder saw Scully, he was blown away. Now seeing Diana, all he wants is to get away. Scully must sense his desire to flee and squeezes his arm.

“Agents Mulder and Scully,” Diana says with fake enthusiasm. “I was hoping to see you here.”

“Were you,” Mulder mumbles, wishing he’d opted for alcohol after all and not plain water.

“This is Jeremy, by the way.” She points at the man next to her and Mulder swallows hard. It’s almost like looking into a mirror. Except the mirror is smudged and distorted. But he sees the resemblance. That man – Jeremy – could be his brother. Or cousin, at least.

“Hello Jeremy,” Scully says, shaking his doppelgänger’s hand. If she sees it, too, she’s much better at concealing it. “Have you known Diana long?”

“Literally met her today,” he says with a grin. “Making good money here tonight.”

“That’s enough of you,” Diana says, pushing him away. “Go and… just go.” With a shrug, he winks at Scully and points finger guns at Mulder, before he grabs a champagne flute and is off to mingle.

“Where did you find that delightful young man?” He can’t stop himself from asking. Diana makes a wild hand gesture.

“Oh, you know.” Scully is nice enough to nod, though he doubts either of them knows what Diana is talking about. “I came over here, Fox, to whisk you away.”

“Whisk me away?”

“Excuse me?” He and Scully speak at the same time, their words overlapping.

“To, you know.” Again, he has no idea what she’s talking about, but he knows her well enough to see panic rise in her demeanor.

“I don’t know,” he says, a softness in his voice that’s full of faded memories of a past shared with this woman.

“You at least have to dance with me.” Diana grabs his free arm and starts tugging. Only Scully is not letting go of him either.

“Um, I don’t want to dance,” he says. Only a few couples are dancing and Mulder isn’t even sure their movements are deserving of that description.

“Fox, come on. I want to show you something.” Needy. He remembers that, too. Things have to go her way – always. But he’s no longer that young, naive man. More than that, he’s no longer the man who thought he was in love.

“He said he doesn’t want to dance.” Scully has been quiet up to this point. He knows that low voice that’s close to a growl. People underestimate Scully all the time; it’s her gender and her height. Diana, unfortunately, makes that same mistake.

“I think I know him a bit better than you do, Agent Scully.”

“Please-,” Mulder tries to say, but the women are ignoring him.

“I think it’s better if you leave now.”

“You don’t make the choices here, Agent Scully.”

“No,” she says evenly. “Mulder does and he said no. We’re in a room full of people. Do you really want to do this?” He holds his breath, waiting. It could go either way. The two women are in a staring contest and his own eyes move between their faces like a ping pong.

“Fine,” Diana hisses. “You can have him tonight.” She starts walking off, but turns around again, waving her glass about. “I knew him first, you know.” Her voice breaks and Mulder almost feels sorry for her. She’s walking backward now, unable to turn her back on them. She’s always hated losing. “I get him,” she says with emphasis.

“Diana.” There’s panic in Scully’s voice. She takes a few steps forward and Mulder sees what has her so concerned. Diana. Walking backwards. Right into a table full of candles. Lit candles.

“You cannot- what the fuck!” Someone screams and Diana is flapping her arms like a bird trying to take off, while her dark brown hair is blazing with red hot flames. Scully is the first to react, pouring what’s left of her white wine spritzer over Diana’s head. The screaming gets louder and just to be safe, just in case, Mulder pours his sparkling water over Diana’s hair, too. She’s sputtering and yelling. Her voice is so high-pitched that Mulder doesn’t catch a single thing she’s saying, but the smell of burnt hair makes him gag.

“Let me help you,” Scully says.

“I think you’ve helped enough.” Diana’s make-up is smeared all over her face. She touches her hair and her bottom lip quivers. “I think I’ll – excuse me.” She storms off and Mulder just watches her, wondering if he should follow. Two waiters come to clean up and relight the candles. Chatter commences and a moment later, it’s as if nothing has happened at all.

“Well, that turned out great.” Mulder stares at their empty glasses.

“We need to make sure she’s okay,” Scully says, tugging at his hand. That’s not at all how he imagined this evening to go. He didn’t have high hopes, but this is even worse.

“Scully, she doesn’t want our help.”

“I don’t care,” she says earnestly. “This could have ended badly. We need to make sure she’s all right. We should take her to a hospital.” He loves this woman. Here she is, defending Diana, despite wanting to rip the woman’s hair out herself half the time.

“Do you think so?”

“Yes.” Scully takes his hand into hers. “She’s hurt, Mulder.” She’s not just talking about the physical pain she’s just endured. “Let’s go help her. I’m used to dealing with difficult people.” She pokes his chest with her finger a few times.

“This is not how I wanted tonight to be.”

“Once we’ve taken care of Diana,” Scully says, slipping her hand into his in front of Kersh and every other agent present, “we’re going home.”

“Together?” he asks, daring to dream.

“Together,” she confirms.

#fictober24 #msr #xf fanfic #look another diana story #my attempt at humor #i had so much fun writing this one #my writing #my fic

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abouttomakeanameformyself · 1 month ago

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Someone New Chapter Three: Dumb love, I love being stupid

2/5 🌶️ Sfw but with mild violence and strong language

Hi! I know this took a while, but my mental health was in the basement. I really appreciate your patience and starting in chapter 4, we're getting into the slutty hours

Remy was right about a shower. The second grime from the last day was scrubbed off your skin under boiling water, you felt a lot better. There was still a throbbing sensation in your brain, but it was more uncomfortable than painful.

The ride to the apartment you shared with Yelena and James was long, but not long enough. While Lebeau helped distract you with the ‘you look good in my shirt’ curveball, that feeling of dread was starting to build. You didn't think about it, but you were still aware of its presence.

Remy’s pickup truck rolling down St. Claude Ave. was starting to feel like a death march. A 11 minute Google maps time quickly becomes 2 minutes before you can even wrap your head around the fact you were in the way to get your things. You're going to pack up and move out and that will be it. Years of your life down the drain. A relationship, even more importantly a friendship, down the drain. Moving was so final.

The pang in your chest told you that you could forgive James, if you wanted to but you tried to ignore it. Cheating ruins relationships. Not only was he unfaithful but he picked your best friend. She also knew you were together. That's not something you should just get over. Breaking up was the right thing to do, but it still felt horrible.

The Lilac double shotgun inched closer, the pit in your stomach grew. Even more so when Jame’s vintage motorcycle was spotted clearly in your side of the driveway. Oh fuck. Oh no. Oh no no no no. “...You know, we can always come back.”

Remy looked over at you, those red on black eyes scanning you quickly. It seemed like he was checking in, but choosing his words softly. You know, when he said he was scared of you it sounded like a joke, but he looked at you like you were particularly eggshell shaped. His eyes flicked from you to the bike and back, before he reached over to very gently touch your shoulder.

“You can do this. I'll be right behind ya’ bébe. He can't hurt ya anymore. Not with Remy in the picture. Il est stupide mais pas à ce point-là.” He said, that hot honey voice covering you like a weighted blanket. His hand on your shoulder felt… it felt like every cell in your body was buzzing with warmth from the brief contact. When his hand withdrew, a shiver passed through your body, covering your skin with gooseflesh.

That's weird but I literally have zero time to think about it.

“I haven't talked to him since he- I find that it was better to just not respond, rather than hurt myself by letting him explain.” You whispered, finding a weird comfort in Remy's presence. Part of the Jaggermsister shooting and the way your conversations passed made it feel as if you didn't need to worry about him. He wasn't going to judge you anymore if he hasn't already. There was solace in the fact you could be honest.

“He was acting like a clown, Chérie. Ya didn't sign up for the circus.” Remy said with such a genuine tone of kindness, that you don't think he knew calling someone a clown was supposed to feel silly. “Remy will be right there next to ya’ cher. You'll be fine. I'll be right here.”

The exhale that passed through your lips was grounding, and you gave the Cajun next to you a nod of understanding. James would still probably be on one, but with Remy there, there was a comfort in knowing he'll be acting like a wounded hero. His worst behavior will probably be saved for your messages inbox but the block button is a thing that exists.

You slid out of the pickup truck, your jeans from the night before clad on your body. You looked roughly the same as you did when you left the afternoon before, but only this time, Remy's New Orleans’ Saints hoodie hung loose on your frame. It wasn't a good idea, but it made sense in theory because you could give fucky-Bucky his shirt back.

The second your feet hit the pavement of the road, you saw the curtains shift. Well. It was too late now. James knew you were here and that you were coming in. With a grimace, you turned to face Remy, voice squeaky with stress. “Come in with me? Please?”

“Cher, it's the least I can do. Besides I might have some words with this ex-boyfriend of yours. Ya’ bad as hell, cher. Il a perdu un dix.” He walked to your side of the truck, his red on black eyes staring at the townhouse converted apartment analytically. “Remy can see why you wanted to stay here. ‘s nice.”

“It’s also rent controlled. In today's economy…” You trailed off, because it wasn't your apartment anymore. It was James and Yelena’s. It was their place. Being around is just painful.

You could only stand there, next to the old pickup, staring at your old apartment. Remy stood next to you, not saying a word. Occasionally out of the corner of your eye you could see those dark eyes flick to your face before turning back to your apartment.

You didn't know how long passed before your new roommate broke the silence. “Cher, Remy's not trying to rush you, but we've been standing here for a while. You need to be brave, Belle. Ya can do it! I got ya.”

“It hasn't been that long bu-” You were silenced by Remy gently taking your hand loosely in his, so you could pull away if you wanted to. It was similar to his hand on your shoulder earlier. The calming gesture was a nice reprieve from stressing about James. Well it was until he started walking towards the door, guiding you along.

“Lebeau, what are you doing?!” You squeaked, toddling along behind him. It would be simpler to just let go of his hand. That would be the sensible and reasonable option but his skin was warm and soothing against your palm. You could let go at any moment. “Chérie, I'm going to go get your stuff. You can wait out here if you want but I have no idea what's yours and what isn't, so it would be easier if you come with me.”

Remy was calm as he said it, he was very calm, clearly he was trying to keep you relaxed. In his own way. Annoying mother fucker. You knew you'll be thanking him for this when you can wear your own clothing tonight but as of this moment it was very irritating.

As the pair of you passed through the threshold of the driveway, you found yourself squeezing his hand for support. With his strong grip and long fingers, it seemed like he didn't even notice your death squeeze.

When you reach the large oak door, it's like you forgot to breathe on your own. Your panicked gaze looked over at Remy, pleading for something. Anything. His hand released your own, and you thought he was going to knock on the door. Instead he stepped in, gently cupping your face with his large hands. The fucking balls on this guy. That warm, electric touch completely enraptured you. Even if it was momentarily. “You go grab your things, belle. I'll deal with the fool.”

Said fool was standing in wait as the unlocked door swung open.

James had a habit of looking intense when he wanted to. Broad chest, dark hair, and a piercing gaze. Your first time looking at his face since you literally caught him 7 inches deep in your best friend and he was gazing at you like you're the one who fucked up. “You had me worried sick.”

You opened your mouth to answer and Remy stepped closer to you. Not invasive, but supportive. He didn't physically touch you at all, but his arms crossed over his chest. Those red-black eyes stared daggers at James. His smirk was still wide in his face but instead of flirtatious like with you, it was laced with a warning.

“I don't see why you were worried. The message that we were done was pretty clear.” Your voice sounded hollow in your ears. There was an unpleasant sensation in your sinuses that indicated that you might cry. You slowly exhaled, trying to calm yourself. James looked right through you it seems, lingering on Remy.

“Who's this?” It was a simple two words, but it was laced with venom. He did that. James had a way of saying the right things on paper, but his tone said it all. It was a distinct talent he had. Hard eyes flicked from you to Remy then back to you, before settling in the borrowed Saints hoodie.

The cool girl thing was to ooze confidence and pretend you bought the shirt but you didn't want to be a liar. “This is my new roommate. You can have my bedroom, though I assume you don't need it.”

James’ brows shot up, almost accusatory. It was funny, because he was the one with the nasty habit of putting his genitals inside people he's not dating. It's fine, he's physically penetrating your social circle but you're the problem? How reasonable.

Remy chose now to speak up, and as that smokey sweet voice cut through the air, you didn't know if things got better or a whole lot worse. “Remy Lebeau. Nice to meet ya’.”

It was polite and you didn't expect anything less from him but his words dripped cold onto James. The energy shifted in the room. All that hostility that was focused on you has moved over to the tall. It was both welcome and incredibly discouraging to see.

“Well, Remy. I have never seen you before. Why are you in my apartment?” James said, arms still crossed over his chest and light eyes analytical. For being a grown man, he seemed to have the stance of a displeased toddler next to Remy Lebeau. The Cajun knew it too, smirk dripping with lethality.

“Chérie, why don't you get your things?” He said, his tone softening to hit your ears. His red on black eyes bore into James like he was trying to burn a hole into him. He didn't say anything unkind, because he wasn't the type, but James was. With a grimace, you stepped away to pack up your bedroom.

The voices outside the door could still be heard, hushed but still prevalent. You couldn't make out quite what was being said but you could definitely tell that it was intense. Other than a few moments where you could place Remy's smooth Cajun drawl or James gravely tone, you couldn't make heads or tales from their conversation. That was definitely Remy's intent, you knew that. You were thankful for it, while it was also very fucking irritating.

It took you a little under an hour to pack up your life, zipping it away in suitcases or shoving it into trash bags. Tears occasionally rolled down your cheeks, coming and going as they pleased. Packing years of your life felt so final. It also seemed like so much of your life passed before you could even process it. Time was a funny thing, because something you thought was permanent and set in stone could pass by so quickly.

Remy was sitting on the couch, arms spread out over the back. He clearly made himself at home, which clearly was pissing James off. He looked absolutely content with the fact he was egging on your ex. Not only content but happy to do it. When he saw you, his smirk pryed his lips upwards. “Cher, you ready?”

He rose to his feet, helping to carry your belongings. It was very transparent that he was a frequent gym user, because he very easily lifted an entire wardrobes worth of clothing like it was nothing. Remy started out towards the pickup truck, leaving you alone for a brief moment with James.

“I don't like that guy. You are going stay here until you find a more acceptable place to live.” James said the second the Cajun was out of earshot. Something about the phrasing deeply irritated you. He didn't suggest it. He seemed to be demanding you.

“Well, that's not your decision.” You replied simply, your voice once again sounding foreign and distant in your ears. It wasn't often you told James no. Usually because there was nothing wrong with going with what he wanted, except for this specific instance. The look on his face said that he was used to you just agreeing with him. “Be reasonable, you don't know this guy!”

The sinus sensation prickled your senses once again, and you swallowed the lump building in the back of your throat. Remy's presence brought a sense of security that was gone the second he left the room. The anger and betrayal that was dormant with your roommate by your side was boiling over. “Well, I don't really know you either! The James I know would have never cheated on me! Especially with my best friend.”

“Is it considered cheating if it was simply physical and not romantic?” This mother fucker sounded so genuine, that you thought you were gonna stress-burst an artery. You couldn't even respond before he decided to open his mouth again, deciding to double down on his fuckery. “I wanted a little variety. We've been having sex for a while, and it was starting to bore me. That doesn't make me a bad guy. I'm human. It's a human need.”

Remy, from the 24 hours you've known him, has been nothing but calm, contained and polite. That was not the Remy who walked in time to overhear the tail end of this conversation. “Excuse the fuck out of you, Garçon de pute. I don' know what makes ya’ think you have the right to talk that way, but ya’ suck.”

Now, French wasn't a language that you were extremely familiar with, but you could assume that it wasn't good. He walked past you, stepping between your frame and James. While they were similar in height, Remy's stature was a bit broader than James. “I don't think ya really deserve to be havin’ sex with someone if you get bored of them.”

Remy’s words to James felt like armor from the sting of his words. You still heard them loud and clear, but they hurt less. Your own inadequacies seemed to be diluted by the Cajun’s horror about what was said.

“I don't see how this is any of your business pal, I'm talking to my girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” Remy said, very confidently, correcting your ex like he was one who pulled the plug. He looked over his shoulder, gazing at you to make sure you were okay, before his eyes hardened and flicked back to James. “The fact you fumbled a 10, cher. Ya had that nightly and ruined it.”

James looked pretty peeved and tried to open his mouth, most likely to defend himself. The second there was sound coming from it, he was shushed loudly by Remy. “No. You're digging yourself into ya own grave. Ya’ done speaking. No more.”

“Fuck off pal. You-” he pointed to you, jaw clenched “You're staying here. I don't know where you found this fucking guy but I don't want you going with him.”

“Well that's not a decision for you to make, James. I don't want to stay with you. You're embarrassing me.” You said lowly, belongings still clutched in your hands.

“Did you fuck him or something? Last night? You did, didn't you?” Your ex boyfriend's face curled into a crazed, humorless grin. James’s eyes cut into you. The urge to cry was flooding your senses again, and this time Remy truly fucking lost it.

With one swift movement, he stepped forward, gathering James' shirt in his fists. His large hands that grounded you so gently earlier were now about to rain terror on another grown man's face. Honestly you weren't as upset about it as a sensible person would be “Outside. Now. Ya’ don't get to disrespect ‘em that way.”

It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Cringing, but you couldn't do anything about it or looked away. Remy basically dragged him outside, closinting the door with his foot. “Grab the rest of your things Cher.”

Of course, you didn't fucking listen. When your new roommate with the abs beats the everloving shit out of your ex-boyfriend for disrespecting you, you kinda need to watch. Your feet carried you to the window, opening the curtains to peak on the whole situation.

It was over quickly. Remy threw a punch, while James kinda clamored around in response. His cocky, past statements of being a fucking bad bitch in a fight didn’t land but Remy’s fist landed just fine on his face.

Within a few simple movements, James was on the ground, blood gushing from his nose. Remy Lebeau walked back into your old apartment, a soft smile pulling at his face when his eyes fell upon you. In an attempt to smooth over the last five minutes like they never happened, he stepped forwards, grabbing the bags from your hands. “Go grab anything else ya’ need, Chérie. We are burnin’ daylight.”

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8 hours later, when you were on the floor of your bedroom, putting together one of those metal bed frames, the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. You were done. You were out. You were officially moving in with someone who was an acquaintance at best. James was blocked and Yelena was told she had a week to tell Kate or Remy would. It was officially over.

Large knuckles wrapped on your doorframe. Your door was open, but Remy still knew to knock. It was polite. He has given you your space for the most part, except for delivering you Popeye's and helping you drag a mattress inside. The Cajun's ability to read a room was impressive.

"Hey, are we good, Chérie?" He asked, tone low and neutral. His eyes seemed a bit worried as they gazed at you, soft in the dimming light of the evening.

"Yea, we're good" You said, smiling at him softly. It was appreciated. His gesture of beating up your ex didn't seem all that grand at first, until you had some time to think about it. "Remy... Thank you. You stepped up when he disrespected me, and I've never really had that. I usually put up with it."

Remy's red and black gaze sunk into your skin as he looked at you in the warmth glow of your bedroom. "Chérie, I just wanted to say somethin'. He was wrong. Variety. I don't think he understood how lucky he was to have you, belle. Remy would never get sick of you. You're breathtaking, cher. If Remy ever got his hands on you, he wouldn't look anywhere else. Fuck him."

With that, he pulled himself from the doorframe and disappeared back into the living room.

#gambit #remy lebeau x reader #x men the animated series #mcu #gambit smut #deadpool and wolverine #bucky slander I'm sorry

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sylusjinwoon · 7 months ago

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the ghost of you.

lies of p

romeo x fem.reader

memories of the boy you once loved continue to haunt you, filling you with a strange sense of yearning as you searched for him throughout the now dilapidated city of krat.

with your hood drawn, you step into the foggy city and continue your search for the boy with cornsilk hair.

along with carlo, you grew up together with romeo at the monad charity house. your memories were filled with a fondness and light as you recalled a more peaceful time with your best friends. carlo and romeo had high hopes of becoming stalkers, training and learning diligently, and you were there to support them every step of the way-

yet that all went to hell the moment the petrification disease began its spread across krat- taking carlo's life as romeo went missing.

all you had left of romeo was a simple letter he had given you, placing it on top of your desk sometime in the middle of the night before his sudden disappearance. the creases made from the millions of times you have read the letter turned it into something frayed and fragile-

yet still, you hung on to the letter, since it was the final connection you had to romeo.

while you explored the city, you bask in the sudden wave of nostalgia that hits you. your footsteps stop, with you taking a glance at your surroundings before reaching into the inner pocket of your coat.

with the folded letter in hand, you carefully open it, smoothing out the creases to the best of your abilities as you read:

to my beloved,

i'm sorry for leaving you at the time when you have needed me the most.

but fear not!

i will return to you shortly... i'll become stronger and will save both you and carlo.

just know that i have always loved you... ever since the day we first met.

wait for me,

[ lampwick ]

you continue to read his words over and over again, your fingertips gently tracing at his messy scrawl while giggling softly to yourself. feeling motivated to truly find him once more, you place his letter back within the confines of your coat.

shivering slightly from the wind, you continue your exploration across krat, your eyes squinting when you saw what looked like a giant circus tent. as you approach the tent, you are hit with another memory...

romeo had taken you and carlo out of class the moment the circus announces its arrival into the city. his brown eyes were alight with joy as he raced with you and carlo across the city. you could still recall the scent of caramel apples and popcorn vividly filling your senses as you followed the two boys while laughing.

being so caught up in your reveries, you walk into the tent without a second thought. as your feet kicked at the dirt settled on the ground, you saw a large figure remaining utterly still. you froze, not daring to move when the large mass reveals itself to you.

it stands to his full height, towering over you. it takes on an appearance of a large man with a top hat, his mustache painting his smile in a more menacing light as he quickly approaches you. a scream escapes from you, and you quickly back away from the automaton as he reaches his clawed hand towards you-

"STOP! NOT HER!"

as if a switch had been turned off, the large puppet immediately stops in its tracks. several twitches courses through the automaton before he slumps back to the ground, his collapse causing the ground to shift when you felt powerful vibrations coursing through you. your mind was racing, recognizing the voice that had made the puppet stop it attack on you.

you trail your eyes upward, seeing a tall automaton looking at you from the balcony. he had a slender yet powerful frame, his metallic body seeming to shine brightly from beneath the light of the circus. but what truly made you choke up were his features-

dark brown eyes-

pale, cornsilk strands of hair-

"romeo..."

his name comes from your parted lips in broken sobs, and a strange expression crosses his features when he turns away from you.

"no, wait!"

you quickly run out of the tent, trying to find romeo.

despite how his body had been significantly altered-

you knew that it was him.

as your feet pounds against the cobblestone streets, you kept calling out to him with a desperation-

in your distracted state, you hadn't been paying attention to where you were going as your feet got caught on a stray piece of rubble settled in the midst of the streets. with a gasp, you felt your body quickly plummeting forward-

only to be stopped by a cold, metallic hand.

"you shouldn't be here..." a tranquil voice calls out your name before bringing you back up. as you were held by him, you saw the hint of sadness within romeo's eyes.

"i... i looked for you... i searched the entirety of krat for you!" you manage to tell him with a gasp, not minding his cold body as you practically cling to him. you listen when romeo gives you a sigh before gently hugging you to his chest.

"i didn't want to be found; at least... not like this..."

you pull away from his embrace, eyes still shimmering with tears when you call out to him. he looks down at you, allowing you to take a hold of romeo's face within your two hands, forcing him to lean back down to your height. your eyes continue to fill with tears momentarily before you lean up to press a kiss against his lips. the young man was left frozen in shock, but still, you cling to him like your life depended on it.

even with his metallic arms wrapped loosely around you, you kept your arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. only when your emotions began to heighten significantly did you finally pull away from him.

"we already lost carlo... and i don't want to lose you, too. please romeo, take me with you."

romeo closes his eyes, his body twitching ever so slightly in response. after debating with himself for a few minutes, he lets out a sigh before tightening his arms around you.

"i'm assuming you're never going back to safety now?"

you immediately shake your head in response.

he leans closer to you, softly calling you an idiot before wrapping his arms around you, "let's go."

the boy you have always loved proceeds to carry you in his arms, and while you were basking in his embrace, you knew that as long as you were by his side, then you would have nothing to fear ever again.

a.n. - it has been far too long since i wrote a story for romeo! this isn't much but... it is really fluffy and sweet... 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#lies of p x reader #lop x reader #lies of p x you #romeo x reader #lies of p romeo #.stories

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sludgevomit · 16 days ago

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SludgeVomit’s Goretober Exhibition: Day 26

Sex Circus

Lively bodies shuffled into the grand makeshift tent that was speckled with comical signs and deranged decorations. Figures ranging in every position in life; all coming together to mingle in their bond over debauchery and perversion. Laughter coming to a close when the ringleader steps into the center of the open space that was encircled by the invited crowd. The man cleared his throat, preparing his lungs for his incoming speech. “My friends, colleagues, clients. I have gathered you all here today in celebration for our dedication to our lifestyle. How so many undermine our power and the good we do for this world. Never do they understand the amount of people we have saved with our actions. Therefore, tonight will be a chance for us to find rejuvenation and satisfaction. For I have put together a wonderful night filled with sadistic pleasure and the wails of masochistic whores.”

The man twirled the obnoxious top hat as he walked around shaking hands with the most important guests of the night as he spoke. Making room for a line of dancers dressed in complete latex. Each one being forced to stay on the points of their toes as antique shoes fashioned for medieval punishment threatened to lacerate the Achilles heel. Minds trained to show no emotion despite the torture. “As you all can see, our first performance of the night will be a beautiful sight. Almost romantic will their bodies be moving. And if one were to fail, the first volunteer will be allowed to take the worthless being.”

#yandere #yanderecore #violent love #erotophonophilia #autoassassinophilia #pro para #paraphilia #abuse k1nk #trauma k1nk #cnc k!nk #r@pe k!nk #murder k!nk #horror k!nk #snvff k!nk #g0re k!nk #horrorp0rn #g0rep0rn #murderp0rn #nsft g0retober

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marinawolf · 1 year ago

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[hi! work has been crazy but I finally found some time to post this. An angsty first kiss fic for all my supercorp girlies- hope you like it!]

A Revelation (Supercorp)

Lena may or may not have killed Lex, but she did it to save Kara. In the days that follow, she grapples with her confusing grief, her feelings for Kara and the knowledge that she would kill Lex over and over again to save Kara. (OR: Several times Lena wants to kiss Kara, and the one time Kara kisses her.)

(Almost 4K words of angst and fluff tbh)

It was one a.m., and the darkness of the night was only matched by the heavy weight in Lena's heart. She sat on her couch, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen, but her mind lost in the haunting memories of the events that had unfolded just two days ago.

The shadows had crept into her dreams, replaying the chilling scene that had changed everything, making sleep an unwelcome torture, which is why she was trying to distract herself with work.

Lex had made a sinister last move to ensnare her in his web of darkness. With the L Corp building held hostage, he had cruelly used Kara, her closest friend, as a pawn, rendering her powerless with dreaded kryptonite. Yet, even in the face of danger, Kara had displayed unyielding courage and loyalty to Lena, standing firmly between Lena and the loaded gun Lex aimed at her even as her strength drained away.

The situation had been impossible – Lex held a detonator in his other hand, forcing Lena to make an unimaginable choice. Save Kara, the woman who meant everything to her, or save the countless innocent lives in the building.

Every fiber of Lena's being rebelled against causing harm to Kara, but the weight of responsibility for those innocent lives crushed her soul. It was as if Lex had crafted this hellish scenario solely to break her, just as he had been broken by the darkness that consumed him.

In that desperate moment, Lena's mind became a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

But the woman standing before her, the one she was secretly in love with, was worth fighting for, worth sacrificing everything to keep safe. It was her fear for Kara's life that made Lena reach for the gun she had concealed, clutching onto the last shreds of hope to rescue both Kara and the innocent souls caught in the crossfire.

Time seemed to stand still as she pulled the trigger, the sound echoing through the air like a chilling proclamation of her resolve. The bullet found its mark, and Lex's body crashed through the window, disappearing into the night, but not before Lena saw the shock and betrayal in his eyes.

But no body was found, leaving Lena with the torment of uncertainty – had she truly taken her brother's life?

The days that followed were a blur of guilt and sleepless nights. The image of Lex's haunting face, juxtaposed with the memories of happier times, tormented her relentlessly. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the Lex she once knew – the kind, sweet big brother who had once been her protector, before corruption twisted him beyond recognition. It felt like she was being pulled apart by conflicting loyalties, torn between the darkness of her actions and the knowledge that she had ultimately done the right thing.

And now, as she sat on her couch at one a.m., her emotions reached their breaking point. Tears welled up in her eyes, ready to spill over. She felt adrift in a storm of self-doubt and remorse.

But just as she was about to be swallowed whole by her emotions, to be consumed entirely by the darkness, a familiar thud outside on her balcony drew her attention. Her heart, heavy as it was, skipped a beat as the door creaked open, and Kara stepped into the room.

Her radiant presence illuminated the darkness around Lena, a lighthouse guiding her through the storm. With her blond hair gently tousled by the night breeze and her brilliant blue eyes sparkling in the soft light of Lena's living room, Kara was a vision.

A heart-stopping smile graced Kara's lips, and Lena's brain short circuited for a second. Despite the turmoil inside her, she couldn't help but smile back, a small flicker of light in the shadows. Kara's presence always had a way of making everything else fade into the background.

"Kara, hi," Lena whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Lena. How are you holding up?" Kara's voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern.

Lena's gaze, clouded with unspoken anguish, met Kara's tender eyes. The kindness and care reflected in Kara's gaze threatened to shatter the fragile facade Lena had constructed to hold herself together. She clenched her trembling hands, determined to suppress the overwhelming surge of emotions, and instead fixated on Kara's consuming presence.

"I'm okay, all things considered," Lena managed to respond, her voice laced with a hint of weariness. But she knew that Kara, with her unparalleled understanding, saw through the veil of strength Lena presented to the world. She could sense the tumult raging beneath the surface, the cracks in Lena's composure.

Without a word, Kara sat down beside Lena, her graceful form slipping effortlessly under the blanket Lena had draped over herself before she took the laptop from Lena's hands and gently placed it on the floor. The contours of her Supergirl suit accentuated her physique, offering a fleeting and welcome distraction from the weight of Lena's thoughts.

Kara snuggled up to Lena, a strong arm encircling Lena's shoulders, drawing her into a protective embrace. The proximity, their bodies pressed together, sent Lena's heart into a tumultuous frenzy. But amid the whirlwind of conflicting feelings, Lena found safety in Kara's comforting presence.

"I'm sorry about Lex," Kara whispered, her voice barely audible, "I know you loved him. I'm sorry you had to do what you did," she continued, her words a gentle caress against Lena's fractured soul.

The floodgates within Lena, already straining under the weight of grief and guilt, gave way. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unchecked and raw, as she began to sob uncontrollably into Kara's steady shoulder.

Kara responded with unwavering tenderness, enfolding Lena in her arms, holding her close as if to shield her from the pain that threatened to consume her. In that moment, Lena realized the true depth of Kara's understanding. Throughout the aftermath of the ordeal with Lex, others had commended Lena for her actions, expressing admiration for her courage and bravery. They had offered hollow reassurances, asking if she was okay after being subjected to such a harrowing threat. But none of them truly comprehended the complex tapestry of emotions woven within Lena's heart. No one had truly understood the agony Lena had endured—the impossible choices she had faced and the torment that plagued her every thought. None of them understood the profound grief that gripped her.

But Kara saw her. Kara felt her pain with a depth that no one else could fathom. And Lena loved her all the more for it, for the genuine empathy and compassion she showed without reservation. In that moment, as Kara placed a gentle kiss on her head, Lena realized just how much she depended on this extraordinary woman by her side.

Kara held her tightly and her hand soothingly caressed Lena's hair, offering a tender reassurance that she was not alone in her grief.

Her sobs eventually subsided, but Kara continued to hold her, their hearts beating in unison.

As Lena's tears finally subsided, she felt utterly drained, her body and soul exhausted from the emotional release. She found herself nestled against Kara's chest, their closeness causing her to short circuit again. As she lifted her head slightly, she couldn't help but notice how close their faces were, their lips almost brushing against each other. Lena's heart pounded in her chest, and for a fleeting moment, she entertained the intoxicating idea of closing that distance, of kissing Kara.

The intimate proximity sent a surge of anticipation through Lena's veins, her gaze fixated on Kara's enticing lips. They were so close, just a breath away from tasting the sweetness she had longed for. So close that she could feel Kara's breath on her own lips.

Time seemed to stand still as they sat in that charged moment. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, teetering on the edge of an exhilarating precipice, as she summoned the courage to bridge the distance and claim the kiss she desired.

Kara, still and unmoving, met Lena's gaze.

The seconds stretched into eternity as Lena's heart fluttered, desperately seeking the courage to take that daring step. But the weight of their friendship, the fear of crossing a line and losing Kara's precious companionship, held her back. Kara was there to offer comfort as a friend, and Lena wasn't willing to risk their precious bond. With a sudden, almost desperate movement, Lena sat back, wiping away her tears, and offered a shaky laugh.

"Ugh, I think I ruined your suit," she quipped, trying to diffuse the charged atmosphere that enveloped them.

Kara's smile was both tender and reassuring. "It's pretty impervious to most things, don't worry," she joked.

"Feeling better?" Kara asked gently, her concern still evident.

Lena nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you."

"You should get some sleep, Lena. You look like you haven't slept in days."

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Lena's lips as she replied, "I know. I'll try and get some sleep tonight."

Kara stood up then, extending her hand to Lena, her intentions unclear to Lena in her emotional haze. "Come on, then," she said softly.

Lena was momentarily confused, her thoughts still tangled in the emotional web that had enveloped her. "Where?" she asked, her confusion evident.

"To sleep. I'm gonna stay with you to make sure you sleep."

Lena's heart skipped a beat, and a rush of emotions flooded her as she took Kara's outstretched hand. She followed Kara into the room, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude for this gesture of kindness.

Once in the bedroom, Lena handed Kara some sweats and a t-shirt, their fingers grazing ever so slightly in the exchange, igniting a spark of electricity. They settled into bed side by side, and Lena tried to control her somersaulting heart.

The comfort she found in Kara's presence was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a blend of safety and tenderness that wrapped around her like a blanket.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed her, Lena finally found herself relaxing, her thoughts consumed by Kara. Kara's steady presence offered her a sense of peace and security that had eluded her in the restless nights prior. Listening to the sound of Kara's steady breathing, Lena finally drifted off to sleep.

Lena woke up to a soft light bathing the room, immediately noting the warmth enveloping her. As consciousness swept over her, she realized that Kara had cuddled up to her in their sleep, closing the physical gap between them. Now, Kara's body pressed intimately against Lena's back, her arm encircling Lena's waist. Lena felt the gentle rhythm of Kara's breath cascading over the nape of her neck, sending a surge of electricity through her veins.

In an instant, her heart pounded in her chest, the presence of Kara so near amplifying the intensity of her emotions.

The soft sounds of Kara stirring reached Lena's ears as Kara slowly woke from her slumber.

"Hey," Kara whispered in a sleepy voice, her words laced with concern. "You okay?"

"Yes," Lena managed to choke out, her voice catching in her throat. "Did I wake you?"

Kara untangled herself from Lena's embrace, allowing her to turn and face her. The sight of Kara, her eyes drowsy but still sparkling with affection, made Lena's heart skip a beat.

"Your heartbeat woke me," Kara explained with a soft laugh, her superhearing attuned to every nuance of Lena's being. "Were you scared or something?"

Lena's cheeks flushed, and she could only imagine how obvious her racing heart had been to Kara. Of course, Kara would hear her racing heartbeat every time. Before she could find a suitable reply, Kara stood up, and stretched. The hem of Kara's t-shirt lifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her well-defined abs, and Lena's heart rate skyrocketed once again. She cursed her body's inability to calm down in Kara's presence. Lena could have sworn she detected a mischievous smirk on Kara's lips, but the moment passed without further remark.

"Coffee?" Kara offered, and Lena nodded, grateful for the distraction. She followed Kara to the kitchen, where she busied herself with the coffee machine. Lena watched her, captivated by the grace in Kara's movements and the effortless way she made a mundane morning ritual look like an art. She loved that Kara had made herself at home so easily, as if she had always belonged in Lena's apartment. The domestic familiarity made Lena smile.

With the coffee ready, Kara handed Lena a cup. As she took a sip, Lena couldn't help but marvel at how Kara's coffee always tasted perfect. She made it perfectly to Lena's taste, something that even Lena's trained assistants failed to do.

Placing her empty cup in the sink, Lena pivoted to find Kara standing closely behind her. Kara reached around Lena, placing her own cup in the sink. Their bodies pressed together, the charged atmosphere crackling with anticipation. Lena looked up, her gaze landing on Kara's tousled hair and sleepy eyes and she longed to lean in and capture Kara's lips in a searing kiss, to express the intensity of her emotions . The desire to taste Kara's lips, to bridge the gap between them, surged within Lena, a hunger she struggled to contain. And in Kara's intense gaze, Lena could have sworn that for a second she glimpsed a mirrored yearning.

Their moment was shattered by the shrill ring of Kara's phone, piercing through the charged atmosphere. Kara moved away, swiftly grabbing her phone with a groan of frustration. "Duty calls," she lamented before dashing into Lena's room and emerging once again in her Supergirl suit.

Before she could leave, Kara turned to Lena, the concern evident in her eyes.

"Will you be okay?" she asked, softly.

Lena nodded, her heart aching, "I'll be fine. Just be safe."

"I'll be back later," she promised, and Lena knew she would anxiously await Kara's return.

As Kara disappeared into the sky, Lena found herself wishing she had seized the moment, wishing she had kissed Kara before the day took them in different directions, but she was too afraid. Time and circumstance, and her own fears, always conspired against her.

As soon as Kara's presence dissipated, Lena's sanctuary crumbled, leaving her adrift in a sea of restlessness and longing. The haunting image of Lex's face returned to torment her once again. Lena sat down on her living room floor and closed her eyes, seeking solace within the darkness, grappling with the demons that relentlessly haunted her soul.

Lena's world felt shattered as she remained huddled on the living room floor, her thoughts consumed by the overwhelming weight of guilt and uncertainty. Her mind was a whirlwind of torment, constantly questioning whether she had truly killed her brother, or if he was still out there, a looming threat, plotting his next move. Each possibility carried its own brand of torment, but she didn't know which outcome would be worse.

Lena could sense Kara's presence behind her before she even heard her voice, and she realised then that she had spent hours sitting there, on the floor. Kara's arms encircled Lena, almost immediately calming the storm raging within her.

"Lena?" Kara's voice was soft, cutting through the haze of Lena's torment.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Lena managed to lift her gaze and meet Kara's eyes. "Hey," she whispered, her voice laden with weariness and vulnerability, "You're back." Kara's mere presence offered a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos.

With gentle care, Kara lifted Lena from the floor and settled her onto the couch. Kneeling before her, Kara's eyes bore into Lena's, their intensity captivating her. Lena yearned to lose herself in the depths of Kara's gaze.

"Lena, I know you're hurting. What you had to do—I can't even imagine having to do something like that. But I need you to know that it's not your fault, okay? Lex made his choices, and he chose darkness every time. And he tried to force you to choose darkness too, but you resisted. You chose to save lives, to save me." Kara's words penetrated Lena's shattered spirit, cutting through the darkness, offering some absolution.

Tears streamed down Lena's cheeks as she finally spoke.

"I killed my brother, Kara. My own brother. I should have tried harder to save him, to bring him back."

Kara sat down next to Lena and pulled her closer.

"You loved him, but he wasn't the Lex you knew anymore, okay? He lost himself a long time ago and he didn't want to be saved. Believe me, my cousin tried. And you saved so many people, Lena. I wish I could take this all away, all this pain, but all I can do is tell you that you didn't do anything wrong. And we don't know that he's dead. If he's still alive, I'll find him and bring him back to you, okay?"

Lena nodded, acknowledging Kara's words, and they sat in shared silence. Amidst the weight of her grief, Lena's mind wandered, considering the alternate path that could have unfolded. What if Lex had succeeded in killing Kara? The thought alone devastated Lena. She realized then, with unwavering conviction, that she would willingly traverse the same harrowing path if it meant protecting Kara. For her, Kara's safety was worth any sacrifice, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.

Finally, Lena mustered the courage to look into Kara's eyes, her heart laid bare.

"You know, if it meant saving you, I would do it all over again."

The words hung in the air. Kara's breath hitched.

Lena reached out, her fingertips gently caressing Kara's cheek. The moment crackled with an electric energy. However, the abrupt interruption of the elevator's ding shattered the intimacy of the moment. They instinctively pulled apart, Lena's desires restrained by the intrusion of their friends from the DEO, who entered Lena's apartment, their voices jarring against the backdrop of the emotional maelstrom that had enveloped Lena and Kara.

Lena couldn't look at Kara, afraid of what she would see in those eyes. So she stood up, plastered a fake smile on her face and turned to face their friends.

Hours had passed since her friends departed, leaving Lena alone in her apartment. She stood on the balcony, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the illuminated National City skyline. A mixture of emotions swirled within her, longing for Kara's comforting presence, even though she understood the demands on her friend's time. Lost in her thoughts, the sudden thud behind her drew Lena's attention, and she was shocked to see an exhilarated Kara standing behind her.

"He's alive," Kara's words tumbled out, rushed and filled with urgency, causing Lena's heart to seize in her chest. "He's alive. I found a camera pointing at where he fell, and the footage shows him getting up. He's hurt, but he's alive, Lena and I'm going to find him for you. He couldn't have gotten far. I'll bring him to the DEO, and we can figure out what to do from there. I just wanted to make sure you knew that you didn't kill him."

Lena's breath caught in her throat as relief mingled with disbelief. Lex was alive. Despite the pain he had caused her, a part of her couldn't fathom being responsible for his demise. But she didn't care about saving his soul any longer- She understood now that he had willingly given himself over to the darkness. She didn't kill him and that's all that mattered. And she couldn't bear the thought of Kara placing herself in danger for her sake. All she could think about now was Kara- how much she loved her. Kara was willing to face her own enemy, to save him, just for Lena's sake, to place herself in danger at Lex's hands just to offer Lena some relief. What had Lena done to deserve such unwavering devotion?

"Kara, I--" Lena's voice faltered, her words lost in the torrent of emotions coursing through her. Before she could find the right words, Kara cut her off, her voice laced with determination.

"And also, there's something I've wanted to do."

In an instant, Kara closed the distance between them, placing her hands on Lena's waist and capturing Lena's lips in a searing kiss. Shock and surprise coursed through Lena's veins. Kara's lips were soft yet demanding, a revelation- a thrilling revelation that Kara reciprocated her feelings, that their connection ran deeper than mere friendship.

As they kissed, tears welled up in Lena's eyes, spilling down her cheeks and onto their lips. The tears were not of sadness, but of unadulterated happiness, a release of the pent-up longing, years of yearning and the countless nights she had spent grappling with her feelings. She had longed for this moment, and now it was here, making everything else fade away. Time seemed to bend to their will, allowing this moment to stretch into eternity.

In that kiss, Lena poured all her hidden feelings, her love that she had guarded so fiercely, into a single moment of pure vulnerability. She felt her doubts and fears dissipate as Kara kissed her back with the same intensity, affirming that this was real, that her love was reciprocated.

Lena's hands desperately tangled in Kara's hair, pulling her closer. As the kiss deepened, the world around them faded into insignificance. There was only Kara and only Lena, and every hidden feeling now laid bare.

As they reluctantly broke apart for air, breathing heavily, Lena's voice trembled as she finally confessed,

"I love you."

And in response, Kara kissed her once again, with an intensity that spoke volumes.

And as they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, Kara whispered,

"I love you, too."

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #kara x lena #supercorp fanfic #kara zor el #kara danvers x lena luthor #lena x supergirl #lena luthor x kara danvers #protective kara danvers #supercorp first kiss #fanfic #cw supergirl #supercorp endgame #supercorp fandom #kara zor el x lena luthor #lex luthor is the drama

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mysticsublimeperson · 4 months ago

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NUMB pt2

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Arthur had noticed something, he didn't quite understand what exactly, and that was frustrating.

Then Merlin cancelled the only date night the had been able to schedule in a month, because of the difference in their work hours, and Merlin spended less and less time with him at work...

So ditching him to go to a club?

Yeah... Arthur was pissed.

But then, "They have notice that I 've been absent, unless you want me to explain where do I spend my free time lately, I better go with them to get them off my back. We wouldn't want anybody knowing your secret right?"

And damn if that didn't hurt.

He knew Merlin wasn't really happy with the arrangement, he knew that he had been crossing the line lately. Going off at work, mostly to throw people off the track, but also to let out some of his frustration. But what could he do?

It was impossible to continue with his life as it was, and have Merlin. He would loose everything, his job, his family, his status, probably the flat too... His father was sure to ruin his life if he gave that step.

But for the life of him, he could not let Merlin go. He will never let him go willingly. Merlin was the happiest he had been in his life. Waking up next to him, he felt at peace, felt understood, felt seen. The way Merlin looked at him, like he meant something extraordinary, made him feel complete.

But then the little doubt creep in, What would happen if Merlin grew tired of this baggage?

No.

What will happen when Merlin grow tired of this situation?

Arthur felt his chest heavy with guilt. It was bound to happen, he knew that, he, himself, had made sure of it. He had enough scape routes in case everything went south, but now he found that Merlin could also use them, and that thought was the scariest of them all.

Merlin went radio silent after that call, and Arthur understood.

Then the next day he could not find him at the company, which was strange but maybe he was avoiding him, and Arthur understood.

He didn't answered any of his calls, or texts, and Arthur understood.

The dread expanding in his belly.

The following day he went to work with a heavy step and a heavier heart.

He knew that this whole circus was his fault, and therefore he had no right to complain or demand anything of Merlin, but that didn't make him feel better.

Merlin was still gone, so he went looking for him. And then Gaius told him that Merlin hadn't gone to work, he was sick, apparently. Gaius didn't know what exact illness but ... "he has been off lately, distant, cold, sad. And with all due respect, that you are keen on humiliating him on public lately hadn't really helped. I imagine it has to do with that. He didn't explain further, just told me he was going on sick leave"

Gaius spoke clearly, and with every word Arthur felt more shame. That dressing down was something he didn't know he needed.

Had he been so awful towards Merlin? Truly?

He bolted, didn't even told anyone, just went.

Went to his flat, and banged on his door, and called his name until the neighbors threatened to call the police.

It was useless.

The last time he spoke to him, he was going to go clubbing with his friends. He knew most of Merlins friends, basically because they were also Arthur's friends. But those friends... he knew them yeah, but he wasn't precisely close, Will, proper hated him, and the girl, Freya, was apprehensive around him, he didn't know why, but he hadn't particularly care up until that moment, he did not have any way of contacting them, not their number saved, not their social media profiles, nothing.

Shit.

The only thing he could remember was where Freya used to work, because Merlin had insisted on buying his coffee there for months just to spend his break catching up with her, at least until they happened.

He went there, his only clue, praying for the girl to be there.

He wasn't lucky, she didn't even had a shift that day. But he had obtained a contact info. He texted her.

And she answered vaguely, not understanding why Merlin's boss was asking for that kind of information. He didn't get much, but the fact that that whole ordeal was orchestrated by Gwaine.

So he went to Gwaine.

He was still hungover, or, more accurately, hungover again. And told him reluctantly that he had tried to get Merlin to relax, because he had been upset as of late. Arthur really ought to pay better attention, everyone had noticed this change in Merlin's behavior, so probably Merlin had been dealing with the burnt of having to lying to everyone.

"We just wanted him to unwind, It was fine... at least I hope so" Arthur's heart stopped at that very moment "What do you mean?" Gwaine was completely unaffected by his murderous tone and stare, and reentered his home trailed by Arthur "I don't know mate, he was having fun, he had been talking to this bloke on the floor, the seemed to have hit it off quite well... that was the last time I saw him, when we didn't heard from him in the morning, well we assumed he'd gotten laid, at least he had fun, but yesterday he told us that It didn't went well, but didn't explain" As he spoke his voice lost it's strength, and the insecurity he must have felt since that message was brought to the surface.

Arthur wanted to scream, to accuse, to point, to break, to do everything at the same time, but how could he? He stopped himself just before he started a shouting match with Gwaine, who was lost in thought in the sofa, because Gwaine was his friend too, and if he had known he wouldn't have done any of that.

His eyes started to sting from the sheer frustration.

Fact 1: Merlin's friends had taken him to a club, so he could cheat on Arthur, not that they knew that.

Fact 2: Merlin had gotten drunk, danced and left the club with another man, Arthur could not grasp how he felt about that just yet.

Fact 3: something went WRONG. WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG AND WHERE WAS MERLIN? BECAUSE...

Fact 4: Merlin hadn't gone to work in two days, and no one knew where or how he was and the worry in his chest was clouding his mind and shit, he was crying.

He wiped his face quickly with the back of his hand, but couldn't hold back anymore so he struggled a bit saying goodbye to Gwaine and got out of there, didn't listen to whatever Gwaine was saying in the background.

He couldn't tell you how did he find Merlin, just that it was probably illegal and highly unadvised. But by that afternoon he was in front of that hospital door, with mixed feelings, a lot of guilt and one thought.

Hunith opened the door, Hunith was there. His gut twisted in different uncomfortable directions.

"Hunith?"

"Arthur? What are you doing here? Wait, let's talk outside, he finally managed to sleep for a bit" His throat closed off.

"I..He didn't show up at work" It was all he could manage, he could see her eyes harden.

"Yes, well, I am sure you can see he is in no condition to do so, now if you would kindly leave"

"Hunith" he was trembling "Can I see him?" he saw her hesitate.

"He doesn't want to see anyone" she ultimately answered a bit softer.

"What happened?"

"It's not my place to tell Arthur, I need to respect his decision, now more than ever" she said with finality "Look, I'll call you when he changes his mind.."

"IF.. if he changes his mind, you know how he is" he protested "Hunith I just..." he had to stop, before his voice broke "I need to know how he is, I need to see that he is ok"

"I know you are his friend Arthur" Arthur could hear his heart shatter "But this is... He is not ok" she said looking directly at him "He doesn't want to be seen like that, he doesn't want to be judged or pitied. He needs someone by his side right now, someone who would just be there with him, loving him, truly, boldly, despite everything else" Hunith broke down a bit and ran a hand by her hair, talking to him and to herself also "Don't get me wrong Arthur, I know you care for my son, you are a true friend, but you are not what he needs right now. I know the teasing and bantering is your... style, but I am afraid he cannot handle that. I'll call you if he changes his mind, but if not, please do respect his wishes"

She turned around visibly affected and went back into the room. Meanwhile Arthur had his world shaken to the ground.

#fanfic #arthur pendragon #merlin #merthur #merlin x arthur #au #idea #fanfiction #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #whump #modern au #fic prompt #writing promt #merthur prompt #merlin bbc #merthur fanfic #angst #secret relationship

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ominous-auburn-orbs · 11 months ago

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What if Caine gives Kinger a really cool bug and then Kinger gives him a little kiss

Of course! Tis a classic scenario with this ship.

Caine was listening to Kinger ramble about insects again. He was always amazed by the other's extensive and impressive knowledge. Although, he always felt a pang of sympathy every time he remembered that there were no insects in the circus. Nothing in the code detailed any creatures at all, save for NPCs and the players.

"-and that's how they all evolved to look like their environment!" Caine was drawn back into the conversation- mostly one-way, but he didn't mind- by Kinger finishing his infodump. He felt a bit guilty about losing focus, despite how much he loved the sound of Kinger's voice, especially when he was this happy.

"That's incredibly fascinating, Kinger! I'm impressed with how you're able to retain so much information about these insect collections." Of course, retaining and retelling information was the easiest thing for an AI like Caine. Everything was in his memory and remained there, never changing. Yet he knew how difficult it was for humans to do the same.

"Why, thank you, Caine. I don't remember a lot about anything anymore, to be honest. It would probably be a bit easier to get my details in order if there were any actual insect collections here, heh." Kinger tried to keep the disappointed tone out of his voice. He didn't want to make Caine feel guilty about it or anything, it's not like it was his fault. The circus just didn't have any use for insects. So there were none.

The ringmaster didn't want Kinger to be left wanting. He had to do something about it. The chess piece almost never outwardly complained about anything, which was a large contrast from the rest of the troop, but Caine knew he was unsatisfied. He might not be able to give him, or anyone for that matter, the one thing they truly wanted, but he could always try the next best thing.

"Wait here for a moment, my dear! I believe I can procure something that'll fix all of your worries." Caine clicked his fingers and teleported away to a vast area that stored the game's code. It was akin to the void, save he actually knew what was here. As he started looking for the right strings of binary and words, it hit him that his task may take a bit longer than anticipated.

He clicked his fingers again and appeared in front of Kinger once more. "Perhaps you should just go about your day instead, my dear. I'll fetch you when I'm done."

Kinger was rather confused about what Caine was talking about, but his warm smile assured him that it was nothing bad. "Alright, Caine. I'll just be in my room, if you want to get me." He affectionately petted the ringmaster's head before leaving. It left a pleasantly warm feeling in Caine's chest, serving as a reminder as to why he would go through this struggle for him. It's not like he wouldn't do something like this for any of his performers, but Kinger was always a special case.

Going back to the coding room, Caine set to work. He went primarily off of what Kinger had told him, although he did have to do some research for the finer details. Once he had finished the model, he began to code its mannerisms. He was rather thankful that he had realised earlier on how long it would take. Kinger probably would've stayed standing there for hours on end. The thought did bring a smile to his face, since he would definitely do the same.

Finally, the bug was finished. It was a brightly coloured caterpillar and was wrapped around Caine's hand. Its smiling face and clown-like shoes were probably inaccurate to what Kinger was used to, but it did fit the circus' environment better. He had even made a small enclosure for the bug, with everything it would need to survive and thrive. The hardest part was definitely giving it the correct life cycle. It would never die, obviously, but it would one day have to become a butterfly. Caine could already picture Kinger's excitement when it would emerge from its chrysalis. But he was getting far too ahead of himself. The first step was to deliver it.

Gently lowering the caterpillar into its enclosure, he tucked it under his arm and clicked his fingers, going back to the circus tent. He shifted the enclosure to be held behind his back and floated down the nearby corridor to Kinger's room.

When he reached the chess piece's door, Caine knocked a rhythmic tempo before returning his hand to its spot behind him. After about a minute of waiting, the door opened a crack. A large blue eye stared out at him. Caine was mesmorised by it for a moment before remembering what he was supposed to be doing.

"Kinger, my dear, I've brought you something! May I come in?" The door opened fully and Kinger gestured for him to enter.

"Oh, you really didn't have to. You know I don't need anything from you, except you yourself." His eyes did their best to show his loving smile, which Caine returned.

"But I wanted to make this for you." Holding the enclosure out in front of him, Caine heard Kinger let out a quiet gasp. "I know how much you love your insects, so I thought I'd make one for you. It's admittedly not a collection, but it can become one! If you want it to, that is."

Kinger crouched down to be eye level with the rectangular box. The colourful caterpillar crawled out from a pile of twigs and leaves, smiling at him. "Oh my God... thank you, Caine. It- it's beautiful."

The chess piece wiped at his eyes to remove the brewing tears. Caine had coded in an entire insect, which the circus wasn't even meant to have in the first place. No wonder he had been gone so long. Kinger was amazed at how much effort the ringmaster would put in just to make him happy.

"You're more than welcome, my love. It was my pleasure." He handed the enclosure to Kinger, who took it inside his fortress and sat it down on a table within, before re-emerging back in front of Caine.

Caine floated up to Kinger's level. The chess piece cupped Caine's face with his hand, staring into his eyes, unsure of how to word how grateful he was. Instead, he chose to pull the ringmaster closer, pressing their faces together for a short while before pulling away. He could hear prolonged glitching noises omitting from Caine while his face overheated, making him giggle.

"Come on, let's see what the caterpillar's doing." Caine let out a noise of agreement that was somewhere between a laugh and a panting exhale. The two went inside the fortress and sat on the floor in front of the table that held up the enclosure, watching the caterpillar wander its surroundings. Who knows how long they sat there, but neither cared. They were happy in each other's presence, and that was all they needed.

"So, do you want to name it something?" Caine's question surprised Kinger, making him yelp. Regaining his composure, the chess piece hummed in thought, inspecting the bug before him.

"Hmm... Jerome." He nodded after he said it, confirming that it sounded right to him.

"Jerome?" A hint of laughter found its way into Caine's voice. That hadn't been quite what he was expecting.

"What? Is it not a good name?"

"Oh no, it's a lovely name!" The ringmaster rested his head on Kinger's shoulder. "Its name shall be Jerome."

Kinger put his hand on Caine's shoulder and rubbed gently. Despite his lack of a mouth, his cheeks still felt phantom pain from his smiling.

#caine x kinger #royalteeth #kinger x caine #kingleader #this one's really long whoops-#Jerome is an inside joke that I'm not explaining

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birboon · 5 months ago

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CIRCUS BOY

ACT 1 - Chapter 4

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Dick Grayson

WORD COUNT: ~5k

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: chapter 3

ㅤ"WHEN WERE YOU going to tell me?" Bruce called out from across the gym, voice echoing like rolling thunder past the empty apparatus. Dick grimaced uneasily from the treadmill, pace not faltering as he urged his legs to continue. The fact that he could hear the man even through his headphones was scary - anything that managed to somehow be louder than a Jimmy Page guitar solo was. He didn't even want to look over towards his guardian for fear of what his face might show - he didn't have to. Dick could hear the billionaire's stormy footsteps from a mile away.

Like Dick, Bruce was dressed in his conditioning gear, ready to put both himself and his ward through the workout of their life (as he did every day). But Bruce managed to appear a much more formidable figure than the teen, clean cut muscles rippling with every angry stride.

Dick tried not to let it show on his face that he had heard the man call out to him: A dangerous game. Ignoring the Bat was almost as bad as... well. Dick refused to acknowledge his mistake - he'd go down with whatever boat he managed to get out of the port... If he ever managed to set sail at all.

"Don't think I can't tell when you're ignoring me, Richard," Bruce hissed, and oh boy. He brought out first names. That hurt. The last time Bruce had called him Richard, Dick had been thirteen and so desperate to one up the newcomer that he'd deliberately sabotaged Batgirl's coms. Not a great first impression (apparently he was slacking in that area). And now, three years later, he was facing down the beast once again - only this time Barbara wasn't there with her heart of understanding-gold to save him. "I know you can hear me."

Dick couldn't tell if the thud thud thud filling his ears was the sound of him running, the drums in his ears or if it was his heart hammering in his chest. Bruce Wayne loomed over him now, a scowl on his face that he usually saved for the more villainous types. With one swift movement, a strong hand came up to rip the Bluetooth device from Dick's head; gone were the sound of sweet, sweet guitars trying to drown Bruce's words, replaced instead by the sound of his feet slamming into the treadmill and the Batman's somehow louder-than-life silence.

Dick blinked, plastering on an innocent, wary smile as he inched his face towards the man. The Wayne held the running machine's cord in hand, disconnected from the mains.

"Bru- er, Bruce," Dick croaked out, voice cracking. When had he gotten so thirsty? "Hi. Is it time for training already? I haven't finished my... warm up... yet..."

Bruce narrowed his eyes and Dick was forced to slow as the machine gradually powered down, excuses tumbling around his mind even as his words tapered off:

"I got a call from Alfred this morning."

"Oh really? That's nice of him," Dick played coy. Bruce wasn't impressed, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the boy awkwardly come to a stand still.

"He said the device I planted on the Midtown Tech student has been deactivated."

"I mean it's impressive that he found it, really. You were super thorough, putting it on a shoe-"

"Instinct tells me you had something to do with it," Bruce finished, ignoring his ward's jibes.

"You always think I have something to do with everything," Dick scoffed, reaching for his water bottle. He felt every inch of Bruce's piercing blue eyes on him as he swallowed his first sip. "Frankly, it's unfair."

"What's unfair is me being right about it all the time. When were you going to tell me, Dick?" Bruce retorted, repeating his previous statement. "Challenging my authority is one thing, but sabotaging a surveillance mission is-"

Dick almost choked on water, coughing irritably. His grip on the bottle was tight, denting the plastic as he levelled Bruce with a stare: "Sabotaging surveillance mission? Try stopping some poor intern from being stalked by America's number-one paranoid!"

Bruce huffed, watching him calculatedly. Everything the man did was calculated... it was disconcerting. He snatched the bottle from Dick's hand, shoving it forcefully back into the placeholder.

"That 'poor intern' is one of Stark's drafted metahumans!" Bruce roared. "Do you know how close of an eye the League has to keep on the Avengers now? After the mess in Sokovia they're not heroes anymore, Dick! They're a liability - no one knows what to do with the ones we can find, let alone the ones we can't."

"You can't call the Avengers a liability, they've saved the world -"

"And what if the world needs to be saved from them?" Bruce asked, voice low and stressed. Lines of worry distorted his brow and Dick felt his stomach churn. "The Justice League is the Earth's last line of defense: The Four are gone; Doom Patrol are M.I.A; Xavier has folded to the government. Now, so have the Avengers."

Dick swallowed thickly, fingers clamping around his sweat-soaked vest to avoid reaching for his drink once more. "And you need to keep an eye on them?"

"Two eyes, Dick. At all times."

Dick bit at his lower head, shaking his head slightly: "But Peter... he's just a normal kid, Bruce. Awkward, sorta rude... he doesn't even have good shoes, how can he be one of Stark's?"

"You know more than anyone that a kid can do as much damage as a grown man," came the reply. "Peter - since you seem to be on a first name basis with him - is about as normal as you are."

Bruce raised his wrist, tapping at the smartwatch tied there - some newfangled WayneTech prototype no doubt - and a rectangle of light was projected into the empty air. Bruce's eyes were searching as he dragged two fingers across the hologram, swiping to find an asset. Dick averted his eyes when the man pointedly enlarged the screen to highlight a singular profile.

"Peter Benjamin Parker," Bruce began, voice steady. His ward wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor, blood rushing to his face. Parker. Peter Parker. "Fifteen years old. Attends Midtown School of Science and Technology. Certified boy genius. Bitten by a radioactive arachnid which gave rise to enhanced strength, speed and perception."

Dick's lips parted slightly as he double, then triple, scanned over the short paragraphs of text. Bruce had really paraphrased it... what the hell were Oscorp doing, genetically engineering spiders?

He ran a hand through his slicked hair, pulling gently at his scalp. The teen pulled up one of the found-footage reels playing at the bottom of the screen in a loop; someone dressed in pajamas flinging themselves through the streets with a web. "Peter's the spiderboy? Wally's obsessed with trying to recruit them for the team. "

"He calls himself Spiderman," Bruce corrected gruffly. Dick hummed, reaching to full-screen a high-resolution CCTV tape of the media-dubbed 'Civil War' fight at Leipzig Airport. He watched, fascinated, as Spiderman stole Captain America's shield straight from his hands. Dick opened his mouth to comment, but his mentor beat him to it: "As far as we're aware, the web is a synthetic polymer. Not organic."

"Boy genius," Dick murmured, tearing his eyes from the looping footage to look at Bruce. "Does he make it himself?"

"Presumably."

"Neat trick," Dick whispered, clearing his throat. Bruce eyed him as he gave in and reached for the water bottle again. "Spiderman, huh? Who would've thought."

"Evidently, not you," Bruce said complicitly. With a small movement of his hand the hologram retreated back into the glowing digital screen. The man's face still held it's stern façade, though his voice held none of the depravity it had beforehand - Dick could tell he was still angry. Which was... okay, it was understandable.

"I'm sorry, B. I really didn't think..." the boy trailed off, looking to the side as his guardian's disappointed gaze crept over him.

Man, he'd messed up this time. Batman already had too much on his shoulders; he didn't need to worry about the loss of a possible League informative. Bruce needed to know the workings of the Avengers - of a failed team - so he could protect his own. Maybe Dick shouldn't have been so quick to steal Peter Parker's shoes.

"No. You didn't. That much is clear," Bruce snapped. Dick swung back on his heels, staring down at his feet, and the man sighed heavily. "You've set me back days, Dick. Days I don't have."

Dick's eyes widened: "What do you mean? You're not dying right?"

Bruce huffed out a laugh, dropping the treadmill's plug to the ground, and stepped forward to lean against the machine. "No, I'm not dying just yet. But I am worried... Something Clark mentioned yesterday."

Dick followed Bruce's line of sight, offering out the blue plastic bottle like some sort of peace treaty. The billionaire accepted it silently, turning it in his hands. Though his eyes weren't trained on him, Dick could still feel the weight of Bruce's gaze. "So it was Clark that pulled you away yesterday? What did he say? Did he call a meeting?"

"No. He was on the roof... said he didn't have the time to gather everyone," Wayne recited, tone confused as though reminiscing on some odd detail he'd chosen to leave out. "He's receiving troubling signals at the Fortress."

"Troubling?" What could he troubling enough for the Fortress of Solitude to find it note worthy?

"It's not something I'm at liberty to discuss until the League has been told," Bruce finished. He took a swig from Dick's bottle thoughtfully before handing it back. The man had a familiar look in his eyes - one Dick knew all too well. The Batman was debating an idea, running through a list of all the pro's and con's in his mind. He watched Dick sightlessly for a moment, lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly retracted whatever he was about to say: "I- I think we'll postpone training today, Dick. I need to talk to Superman."

"What?" Dick issued in confusion. He stepped off the stationary track, placing a hand on Bruce's bicep. "Is something going on? Do you need my help?"

"No this is... This doesn't concern Robin." The yet went unsaid, though both of them heard it.

Dick couldn't shake the feeling that Bruce wasn't trusting him out of spite - because the boy had gone against his plans, ruined them - but a familiar warmth spread through him when the man rested a hand on his shoulder paternally and squeezed gently: "You know I'm not mad at you, Dick."

"I know," the teen chirped almost instantly, a force of habit. Bruce frowned, eyes soft and searching as he studied his young ward.

"You're sixteen. You're allowed to make your own decisions - just try to make sure they're the right ones."

"How will I know if it's right?" Dick muttered, a weight settling on his shoulders.

"When the choice has to be made, you'll know," Bruce said, and it didn't bring him any comfort whatsoever. Stupid Bruce and his ominous, scattered meanings. What was it supposed to mean?

Whatever the cryptic words meant, Dick was left feeling stuck. Not for the first time he felt like just another burden for the man to carry. A foolish kid he'd taken pity on all those years ago and been stuck with ever since. For years Bruce had tried to teach Dick to act with his mind but still he let emotions cloud his judgement.

"I really am sorry, Bruce. I shouldn't have -"

"I know, Dick. You should ask Alfred about my rebellious phase," Bruce laughed good-naturedly, all tension drained from his face. As if he could read Dick's mind, as if he understood the turmoil that his own distress caused the boy. He slung an arm around Dick's shoulders.

"He'd say you've still not grown out of it," Dick teased.

"Mm, well. Maybe you should ask Barry, then. I'm sure he has some great stories to tell."

"And how am I supposed to ask The Flash about his teenage years?" Dick responded in kind, allowing Bruce to steer him towards the gymnasium's entrance. "You want me to catch him?"

"I figured you could ask your workout partner a thing or two," Bruce said genially. He opened to the door to see himself out, pausing to watch his ward. Dick's face narrowed in confusion.

"Where are you going, then? Are you not training with me today?"

"He means me, boywonder," came a snickering laugh, and Dick couldn't help but grin broadly. A breeze swept into the gym, ruffling Bruce's hair and chilling Dick's skin. The door rattled slightly on it's hinges as the owner of the voice came to a grinding halt in the doorway, hands on his hips in stereotypical superhero fashion. "You forgot our playdate? I'm hurt!"

"I was trying to forget your existence altogether," Dick replied easily, grinning widely towards Bruce as the figure flickered and suddenly appeared at his side. The man winked back at him as Dick turned to face the energetic red-head; "You've gotten faster."

Wally West's eyes lit up: "Any You've gotten shorter, pipsqueak. I didn't think it was possible!"

He rested an elbow atop Dick's head, bouncing on the balls of his feet and cheeks beaming. Bruce rolled his eyes, not bothering to interrupt the childish greetings as he made his escape with a brisk wave of goodbye. The door slid shut behind him and Wally sighed exaggeratedly, sliding down Dick's body with inflated relief.

"Thank Superman's balls, he's gone. What did you do to get us out of a torture session? I thought I was down to die, dude - not that I'm complaining, because I have this twinge in my hip and -"

"At least you heal quickly. I got slammed into a wall two weeks ago and I can still feel it in my back," Dick complained, falling dramatically onto one of the many gymnastics mats lining the room. He lifted the hem of his shirt, twisting so his friend could see the blue-tinged blemishes.

Wally poked the oddly coloured skin and Dick reached out to slap his hand away, rolling his eyes as the ginger's form zipped out of view. "Maybe if you didn't get hit so much..." his voice echoed from across the room.

"Easy for you to say KF," Dick groaned, climbing to his feet. He watched as his friend dipped his hand into a bucket full of chalk. coating his skin in the white powder. "What are you doing?"

Before he could so much as blink, Wally was examining every corner of the bespoke gym Bruce had fitted in the basement level of the new Washington office. He batted at the rings hanging from the ceiling like a cat, watching them jostle back and forth with wide eyes: "What are these even for?"

"Talented people," Dick answered, steadying the swinging objects with a grimace. "So you aren't allowed to touch them."

"You wound me, dude," Wally sniffed, pulling himself onto the pommel horse. He let his legs dangle, kicking them aimlessly as he stared at Dick's warm-up exercises dubiously. "And you're going to wound yourself if you keep doing that."

Dick's limber floor routine was ruined by the bout of laughter that escaped his lips, core loosening. He lost his balance, flopping to the floor with a huff.

"This is my thing, speedster. The only one I'm going to be hurting is you! You're ruining my concentration."

"We're not actually going to do exercise, right?" Wally said uncertainly, pulling his knees to his chest as Dick threw himself onto the beam with a graceful tumble. The Wayne heir eyed him through his peripherals, gauging the boy.

"Why not? It's important to-"

"Don't go all Batman on me, Dick - I ran here from Central City, I want to do something."

Dick sighed, letting his handstand fall effortlessly into a delicate cartwheel. His chalk-dusted hands clapped as they came into contact with the soft faux-suede of the apparatus, sending a small cloud of white into the air: "What did you have in mind?"

Wally attempted to stand upright on the horse, knees shaking as he clung to the handles for dear life. He toppled backwards, arms wheeling frantically faster than the human eye could comprehend as he attempted to retain his balance.

"Think about it! We're in Washington, Dick!" The speedster cried frantically, mid-fall as he collided with the crash mat beneath him. "The nation's capital. And none of your babysitters are around!"

"They're not my babysitters," Dick complained, unwilling to help Wally back to his feet. It was true, neither Bruce nor Alfred nor (god forbid) any of the League were around to supervise the two young superheroes as they normally were. Even Barbara would chastise the two of them whenever she got the chance. "And what has Washington got to do with it anyway? We've been here before."

"For a mission. There's more to life than the cave under your manor, Birdbrain," Wally insisted, slinging an arm across Dick's shoulders - little more than a blur as he crossed the room to reach him. He shook the other boy lightly, eyes shining. "How about we sign onto one of those tours? See the sights without alien guts splattered all over them."

Dick brushed him off, smearing chalk over Wally's navy adidas shirt; "You want me to skip practice so you can play tourist?"

"Absolutely," the red-head replied, long arms managing to wind around the smaller boy a second time. He raised an eyebrow at the grin spreading across Dick's face.

"I'm totally with you dude. Where to?"

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HE SHOUDL'VE STAYED and trained, pushed himself to his limits with the same ambitions he always had. It would've been a way to make it up to Bruce and prove to the man that he wasn't the plan-wrecking sidekick he thought he was. But, really, the billionaire had set Dick up for failure! Inviting Wally West to join him for a training session? The two of them got on like a house on fire - they'd done so ever sine the Flash had first brought his nephew onto the hero scene. So what could Bruce really expect from them? Training?

The only one to blame for Dick falling prey to the young speedster's wiles was Bruce himself.

And Dick.

And Wally.

But, mostly, it was Bruce for leaving the two of them alone together.

And now they were walking aimlessly through the bustling streets of Washington D.C, the Wayne Enterprises building far, far behind. Wally had at one point mentioned the Metrorail but Dick had quickly refused. His insistence on travelling by foot wasn't for nothing though - it was 93 degrees out. He wasn't planning on melting today.

Neither of the boys had thought to change out of their workout clothes (unused though they were) and, frankly, Dick was thankful. He was sure that if he'd gone for something more casually appropriate in this blistering heat he'd become a puddle of Grayson goo on the sidewalk. Bruce would have to scratch him off the concrete like he was Plastic Man - or he'd make Wally do it and have a field day shouting at him.

Dick had opted to wear sunglasses though: A staple for public appearances of the Wayne ward. In retaliation Wally had raided a street vendor on the way past, buying a pair of cheap American-flag knock-off ray-bans and donning them stupidly on the crest of his nose. The red-head's pale skin was turning pink in the sun. He should've worn sunscreen, but Dick wasn't going to warn him away from his own mistakes. The next time Kid Flash was out and about, he'd be even harder to miss with his sunburnt features.

"We should totally visit the big guns," Wally decided as they passed the American History Museum. A gaggle of tourists were gathered outside, cameras poised and ready. "Where's the Whitehouse?"

"Somewhere over there," Dick swung his arm randomly, brushing through Wally's hair in the process and messing up his red locks. He snorted at the irritation that dawned on the other boy's face, shoving his hands into his shorts. "Have you ever met the President?"

"Oh hell yeah, man! Remember when me n' Barry put away Savitar?"

"Which time?"

"The second. The Pres wanted to thank us first hand," Wally announced proudly. He glanced towards a hot dog stand, brows furrowing thoughtfully. "He really just wanted to see The Flash but I got to tag along too. Hey, you hungry?"

Dick raised an eyebrow: "Not really."

"I could eat," Wally said, already cutting a line through the slew of people to head for the amenity. Dick rolled his eyes, following him and apologizing to those Wally had rudely pushed past.

"You never stop eating," Dick said, grimacing as his friend balanced three hotdogs in a single hand. Wally fished for change in his pockets, grinning up sheepishly as Dick tossed a twenty to the vendor. The raven-haired teen grabbed him by the scruff of his tee, pulling him away even as Wally chewed.

"'s my metabolism," Wally replied nonchalantly, taking another bite. He was down to the second hotdog already. "Once, when I was out with Barry, we went to an all-you-can-eat place and we got kicked out because we ate everyth-"

"Dude. Don't talk with your mouthful."

Wally grumbled amenably, crumbling a napkin and shoving it into one of Dick's pockets. "Sorry rich-boy. Since when did you learn manners?"

"Have you met Alfred?" Dick shot back, snatching Wally's litter and dropping it into a trashcan as they walked past. "Totally English."

"Yeah but, like, have you met Constantine? Also totally English."

"John's not so bad," Dick smiled as he recalled his last meeting with the man. He and the big-man had gone to visit Zatanna for intel and the unruly antihero had been there - probably to make some new deal with the devil or whatever the self-proclaimed 'supernatural advisor' did. Constantine had ruffled his hair, uncaring, as he spoke to Bruce. "He's actually pretty cool."

Wally wrinkled his nose: "You're only saying that because you think he's cute and we both know it."

"He's charming!" Dick shrugged, grinning.

"If you think that man is charming, Dick, you have problems." The red-head rolled his eyes, weaving to the side as a group of despondent-looking kids marched miserably past. He eyed them cautiously. "Apparently so do they. What's up with them?"

Dick craned his neck to watch them pass, vision dark and shaded through his sunglasses. All seemed to be students, judging by age and the more-than-obvious sigil emblazoned on their matching blazers. He hummed slightly. "They must have lost."

"What?"

"The academic decathlon." Dick reiterated. He cocked a brow towards the red-head. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in that? I thought you were on the team for Keystone."

"Uh, I was in it... for a time," came the quick reply. "Then Uncle Barry said it was unfair because, y'know, so I quit."

"Mm. Bruce won't let me join either. But you're super fast. And pretty dumb. I don't see the issue."

Wally shrugged, smiling brilliantly: "Try telling that to him, he think's I'm a genius tha - woah. Dick, let's go see the Washington Monument!"

Just ahead of them the towering buildings cut off, sky-scrapers replaced by the clear blue sky. Dick could already see the monument, its spire slicing through the barren emptiness. An expanse of green surrounded the landmark on either side of the road.

Wally flickered beside Dick and the Wayne heir blinked in confusion before he reached out to pinch the other teen on the arm. The speedster reeled backwards, mouth falling open as he rubbed viciously at the point of contact: "Dude! What was that for, birdbrain?"

"No powers in public, idiot. Rule number one!" Dick hissed, throwing an arm around Wally's shoulders to keep him grounded. The red-head pushed his USA-themed sunglasses to the top of his head, scowling. "Don't look at me like that. I know you ran off."

"You have no proof," Wally insisted, tilting his chin slightly in indignation. His lips curled slightly as he tried to hold back a sly smile. Dick narrowed his eyes:

"You just visited the monument without me!" the dark-haired teen snapped, pulling Wally closer. "I thought we were doing this together!"

"You thought wrong. It's everyman for himself, you aren't the leader of this team-"

Dick pressed his thumb into a nerve in Wally's shoulder and the boy squirmed, huffing in good-natured frustration as he watched a smirk make its way onto the short boy's face. "This isn't a team! There's literally two of us! It's not my fault I have to chaperon you everywhere, you behave like a four-year-old."

"Tyrant."

"Child."

"Dick-tator."

The two boys stared at each other, eyes heated, mouths twitching with effort as they struggled to maintain their composure. They were stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, a blockade in the steady rhythm of city-life. Dick ignored the curious looks cast their way as they burst into laughter, scaring a few of the passers-by into an awkward jog.

He'd missed this. It felt like years since he'd spent time with Wally out of costume. The estimate wasn't far off.

"Do you even want to go to the monument now?" Dick asked as Wally's trite laughter faded into poorly-contained snickering. "I mean, you've already seen it."

"I did a lap around the thing, I hardly saw it!" Wally whined, pouting like a hurt puppy. Dick watched as his sunglasses slowly slid down his forehead. "I didn't even get to go in."

Dick rolled his eyes and smiled. Kid Flash, emphasis on the 'Kid'. Wally's carping managed to soften Dick's demeanor - he really took after Bruce, without even meaning to - and he gave in. He wanted to see the monument too, after all; why should he deny himself the chance?

"Fine. But if you so much as blink faster than any person should, I'm dumping you back with B," Dick threatened, starting towards the closest road crossing. Wally grinned, bouncing after him on the balls of his feet.

"Aye-aye, cap'n!"

[to be continued...]

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notmorbid · 21 days ago

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twin peaks: season 1.

dialogue prompts from season one of twin peaks.

is this going to happen every damn time?

now means now.

i thought the only time you cared about was making time.

i'll see you in my dreams.

don't do anything i wouldn't do.

come on, cowboy, light your fire.

i thought i was your little pick-me-up.

quit worrying and start scurrying.

nice day for a picnic.

don't walk away from me like that.

you're not telling anybody anything.

buy you a coffee?

i've never seen so many trees in my life.

have any trouble finding the place?

the whole town's really badly shaken up.

what kind of fantastic trees have you got growing around here?

i told you i had a feeling we'd see ___ again.

you gonna let me in on whatever the hell is going on here?

don't tell me where i ought to be.

muffle it, junior.

i'm not your friend.

i sure know how to pick 'em, huh?

i don't need any damn sympathetic anything.

is there some law against having a picnic?

who are you protecting?

what kind of cigarettes do you smoke?

you're not drinking and driving, are you?

the best-laid plans of mice and men...

don't do it for me. do it for yourself.

there's liable to be a little trouble this evening.

you want me to follow at a discreet distance?

i changed my mind. i'm not sorry.

do your palms ever itch?

who would do a thing like that?

guess why i'm so happy today.

you woke us crying in your sleep last night.

if we tell the truth, we don't have to get our stories straight.

we got places to go and people to see.

i think now i understand how you feel about ____.

don't drink that coffee! you'd never guess: there was a fish in the percolator.

don't 'sweetheart' me, you old dog.

i respect your rebellious nature.

the quieter we become, the more we hear.

you think you got problems?

let's get the hell out of here.

i was up all night working on that invention.

you cannot come by here like this.

it's not the first time and it won't be the last, but i'm in that doghouse again.

god, i love this music.

i've seen some slipshod, backwater burgs, but this place takes the cake.

you don't know what you've done for me.

i told them you were on your world tour and they should contact your press agent.

get your boots off my bed and go to your room.

what is going on in this house?

i mean it like it is. as it sounds.

when i saw the face of god, i was changed.

let's rock.

where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there's music in the air.

thank you for talking to me.

let me tell you about the dream i had last night.

do you know where dreams come from?

i've got compassion running out of my nose, pal.

stupidity is not a necessarily inherent trait.

i do not suffer fools gladly, and fools with badges, never.

the old rustic sucker punch, huh?

in ceremony begins understanding.

don't be afraid. we will all be there together.

sounds like you've been snacking on some of the local mushrooms.

what are you looking at? what are you waiting for?

you damn hypocrites make me sick.

save your prayers. ___ would have laughed at them, anyway.

this must be where pies go when they die.

there's something evil out there. something very, very strange in these old woods.

something horrible is going to happen.

they want to hurt me. i know it.

be a man about it. ask me to my face.

i'm a terrible person. i pretend that i'm not, but i am.

people think of me as their friend. the truth is, i really don't care.

nothing is going to happen to you. not now, not ever. not while i'm around.

do you believe in the soul?

you always said you could never tell us apart.

in real life there is no algebra.

maybe you should run away and join the circus.

i swear on my life, i have changed.

the shortest distance between two points is not necessarily a straight line.

not too many secrets left around here.

i've got one man too many in my life, and i'm married to him.

there isn't all the time in the world. i see that now.

to be perfectly honest, i'm tired and a little on edge.

i can't believe you were ever my age.

i have to put gas in my car like everyone else.

maybe that's our trouble. we never want to hurt anyone. we never just take what we want.

i got your note. are you alright?

you little fruit loop.

they move so slowly when they're not afraid.

i've got tea, i've got cookies. no cake.

shut your eyes and you'll burst into flames.

fire is the devil, hiding like a coward in the smoke.

you're not going to hurt me again.

what you need right now, more than anything else, is a friend.

secrets are dangerous things.

i don't appreciate your attitude.

i'm a little better at faces than names, i guess.

you think people really change?

every day, once a day, give yourself a present.

mother always said i was born lucky.

no names. you don't offer and you don't ask.

there used to be something caring between us.

i never should have taken you up to that house on the hill.

if somewhere under all that scar tissue there's the faintest flicker of what we used to feel for each other, i'm asking you to feel that now.

given what i've become and the way i've treated people, there's no one else i can turn to.

i can't blame you for dreaming.

i always talk too big. that's my biggest fault.

what kind of dangerous game have you been playing?

#rp memes #rp meme #ask memes #inbox memes #sentence starters #inbox meme #tv meme #horror meme

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master-of-stupidity · 7 months ago

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Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

What if I gave Eugene like- slight wedding trauma after the whole "Beyond the Corona Walls" incident??? I think it'd be kinda cool n in character ngll 🤭🤭

No but that prompt for the unaired Lance n Eugene episode STILL makes me so fcking ill bro stg can't STAND those mfss bro 😭😭

"And if I gave up on being *pretty* I wouldn't know how to be ALIVE" is SO Eugene coded idc idc idccccc

You think if I put Eugene Fitzherbert in The Amazing Digital Circus he'd be a walking dumpster fire considering he needs an identity to function n in TADC u like- quite literally don't have one??? 💀

Was listening to an audio last night n now I kinda wish we knew like- what Eugene's mom was actually *like* in a way considering I don't think her character was ever explored :((

Why is this plushie literally Eugene Fitzherbert omgg I want it nowwww

To the ppl who only see others as their pfps lowkey rlly hope y'all just see me as jester Eugene Fitzherbert cuz that'd be rlly funny n I'd love that 💀🙏 like yes I truly am just Eugene in a jester fit yappin my ass off on twitter dot com LMFAOOO (btw follow me @/theratbatjester)

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dalekofchaos · 4 months ago

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Michael Afton:Accomplice/Killer Mike au

So after looking at these three fanarts on the subject. I've come up with a FNAF au where Mike is William's accomplice.

Fanart 1. Fanart 2. Fanart 3

It starts after the Bite of 83. William sees potential in Mike.

Instead of letting Mike be arrested, William saves Mike and pins the blame on Bonnie bully(Jeremy)

William pulls what he did with Susie.

"He's not really dead, son. Help me and we can put him back together." Mike at first is hesitant. But he just wants to make it right and bring his brother back.

It starts out with William doing the killings and Michael cleaning up the evidence. The police never begin to suspect a thing. Mike is the suspicious one due to his connection to the Bite of 83, but because of lack of evidence, no one ever charges either father or son.

Eventually, Mike has to lure and kill some kids to prove to William how committed he really is. William helps Mike by making a Springlock Foxy costume to help blend in to Pirate's Cove. Mike performs as his hero and his symbolic fall of grace. After every Pirate's Cove performance, Mike lures them to the safe room.

It starts by luring them so William can kill them. But one day, Mike is locked in there with the kids.

"Oh it's far too late to back out now, help me or I swear I will tell the police what you did to your brother and I will pin all those little disappearances on you."

Mike kills his first victim. He uses Foxy's hook for a weapon and he does the deed. 5 more dead kids.

"You've done it. Well done, Mikey! I'm proud of you, son! We're gonna do great things together"

All the remorse and regret he's felt is washed away by finally making his father proud. The one thing he's wanted all his life is finally his and together they will bring Evan and Elizabeth back and put their family back together.

Throughout the years they would kill together. Not only kill together, but make Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics bigger and better than before.

There is one setback however. Jeremy has returned. He took the night guard position and because of the Puppet's visions, he knows too much. So Mike hacks Mangle and causes the Bite of 87. "...I'm sorry Jeremy. I had to. I did it for my family!"

Because of William and Mike openly working together, Elizabeth knows it's Mike and Circus Baby even helps Mike make a makeshift Springlock version of Funtime Foxy so he can slip in and out to capture children.

Although Mike loves Funtime Foxy, he just can't help but continue to use Classic Foxy to lure the kids at the old Pizzeria. Because a true classic never goes out of style!

Mike is officially the new head of security. Everyone sees this as a "nepo hire" but Mike is just so charming and manipulative that FE eats out of his hand. He can easily ensure that the kids go missing without a trace. When security officers get too close to the truth, then Mike wears his old Foxy mask, gets the hook and goes through the vents and kills them.

"Save them"

"You can't"

Now who could be the protagonist now that Mike is William's right hand?

Sammy Emily. In this au Henry is not a deadbeat dad to his son. They grieve together over Charlie and when Sammy is grown up, Sammy fills Mike's role as the security guard.

Charlie even helps Sammy. When Sammy gets jumpscared by The Puppet, all he hears is "Sammy, it's me. Charlie"

One day Mike and William return to the decaying and dilapidated Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to get more remnant.

Sammy, Charlie and the MCI work together and corner William and Mike.

William gets springlocked via the rain and Sammy and Charlie work together to cause Mike's springlock.

Sammy in Fazbear Frights is being hunted by Springtrap and Foxtrap

In the attempt to free Elizabeth and the funtimes, Sammy is scooped.

After the fire. Scraptrap, Foxscrap and Circus Baby come together. Lefty tries to stop them, but because of the suit and calls she can't stop herself from hurting Sammy.

Henry's speech happens. The fire happens. But Sammy survives.

Sammy has a daughter named Vanessa.

As Vanessa works for Fazbear and the VR game. She sees a bunny....and a Fox.

One day a boy named Gregory plays and sees the Fox. To Michael, Gregory is Evan reborn.

They found their new Elizabeth while getting revenge on Sammy & Henry and Michael found Evan Reborn. The Afton Family is put back together.

Mike would orchestrate a Glamrock Foxy to be built. William becomes Burntrap and Vanessa is Vanny while Gregory is Dr Rabbit.

However, a ghost from Mike's past survived. Jeremy returns. as a VR tester and as the Pizzaplex technician.

Instead of "What makes you so special" it's "Why are you STILL ALIVE?"

Cassie enters the picture. In this case, she's not looking for Gregory. She's looking for her father.

Jeremy and Cassie will do whatever it takes to stop the Aftons, even if Jeremy has to become one with the remains of Glamrock Bonnie.

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