#fic: meet me there

[hxlda-hxlda]

jegulus spy au

it happened. it finally happened.

meet me there (are you coming?) | iMayBeObsessed

“I hate you.”

“Then why did you wait for me?”

OR: meet james potter, one the order of the phoenix’s best agents. but even the best have their downfalls, their weaknesses. and james’ just so happens to be standing tall in a room full of beaten-unconscious men, with scowling lips so damn pretty james has to, needs to, kiss them.

[tossawary]

I just know in my heart of hearts that in "Star Trek" at one point, there was some moral panic somewhere on Vulcan (among the uppity sorts) because Human culture was "infecting" the local youth with their overly emotional, destructive, unproductive, frivolous, and uneducational ways.

And what was actually happening was that a bunch of Vulcan kids got really into 23rd-century "Minecraft" or something.

Small Vulcan child @ another Vulcan child: (in a tone that sounds flat to Humans but angry as hell to Vulcans) "You have compromised the optimization of my fortress. I am having an emotional urge to blow up your house... in Minecraft."

[milktrician]

(what the. who threw a wife plot device in the middle of a peak lord meeting)

i thought about this bit at the end of the airplane extras the other day. bro why are you looking at your coworkers like that rn

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko's eyes watered against his will when the ghost of a woman he did not know smiled at him like he was her child.

Zuko decided right there and then that maybe, just maybe, this too was something he came to find.

Ghost-Mother takes a look into Zuko's soul in For the Spirits Chapter IX: A Rider Alone.

More than a stranded soul, Kya holds all the love of the Old Tribe and the means to calm a coming tempest. Zuko won't ever forget her.

(He won't be allowed to.)

[skyrigel]

Just thinking about giving Simon handjob

He's sitting with his muscular legs spread wide open while you're sitting in between his thighs, holding his girth through your palm but unable to take the whole of it. Clumsy fingers spreading out, up and down pulling the foreskin, licking the under sight from the base where your palm can't stretch all of, keeping him warmed up.

Simon's tip is flushed red, leaking precum which you gather and pump him more with your fist.

Soft moans and hiss escape his mouth, coaxing sweetly to you, “Jus' there lovie, ye-ss like that love.” His deft fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you occasionally for a kiss because he can't stop whining with your touch, splattering, “fuckfuckfuck,” and “That's my good girl, my pretty dove.”

He goes crazy when you squeeze his balls, holding his shaft with both hands, your thumb massaging the tip while other palm glided around his length, working him up. Eyes hooked on him, seeing him leaned back with trembling mouth of damned words which poured out of him. Down from the base and back, just as he liked, biting your lips and dazed at the sight of him so flushed.

It's the image alone of you, two fingers shining with his slick that you bring up and taste — salty and sweet, everything that was him, that his cumes on the spot, shooting ropes of hot cum over your face and nipples he'd been twisting all along, your neck and hair and palm covered with his seed.

“That was so amazing, love,” He cooed at you, marveling at the sight, his thumb reaching out to smear the cum on the corner of your mouth to back on your glistening lips.

All marked up by him.

You smiled slyly, “Couldn't have tell baby.”

Masterlist

[kittykatninja321]

Biggest pet peeve in fics that write a remix of Jason and Bruce meeting is when they make Jason super timid and afraid of Bruce. Girl Jason did not hesitate for a second with that tire iron:

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman: I struggle with falling in love with women.

Green Arrow (curious): Are you gay or something?

Batman (serious): No. I tested that.

A heavy silence fell over the JLA meeting room as everyone processed his words, wondering if he was joking.

J'onn (stirring his hot chocolate): He’s not even remotely kidding.

Hawkman groaned realizing he lost the bet.

Hawkgirl (taking a hundred bucks from Hawkman): I knew it! Who was it?

Vixen: Was it Superman? Aquaman? Green Arrow? The Flash? Wait… Was it—

Flash (defensive): Stop guessing! He hasn’t been with any of us!

Batman: I wouldn't lower my standards like that and Aquaman is a friend.

Aquaman perked hearing this while eating his sandwich. Superman rolled his eyes jealous.

J'onn: Some of you have thought about it, though.

Green Arrow blushed, looking down at his hands.

Green Arrow: It’s not my fault he’s attractive without the cowl on.

Hawkgirl: Batman— What? Never mind. Back to you! Who was it? Dish. You can trust us.

Batman: Nah.

Hawkgirl: What do you mean, "nah"?

Batman: It means I’m leaving you all guessing how I tested this. And trust me, that makes it funnier for me. Plus, J'onn won't disclose it either!

J'onn: He's right, we have a deal.

Hawkgirl: Dude!

J'onn: He promised to show me those Star Wars films this weekend, and I’m not missing the Christmas special!

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

[sirazaroff]

*tucks hair back* Sooo guess who also saw the yuri movie recently

[hxlda-hxlda]

chapter three: the chapter you've all been waiting for

“Patience,” Regulus smiles serenely, flexing his lovely hands. 

You see, James Potter is many things. If you were to read his own Order of the Phoenix casefile, it would list countless skills and abilities. Patience? Not quite. They’ve been playing this game for five and a half months, and definitely longer before that. If James had any patience, it was spent during that torturous wait. 

James traces his way back to Regulus situated at the edge of the desk in an instant, hands finding his waist again. 

“Patience,” Regulus tuts again. 

“No,” James all but growls at Regulus’ ear. Regulus rolls his neck until their cheeks are brushing side by side. And then, well, then, James drops to his knees.

[samwpmarleau]

jamie’s two teds

[choccy-milky]

seb meeting clora's parents (clive & margaret) for the first time🤭

they come to hogwarts due to clora being kidnapped by ranrok, so seb had to deal with them all on his own LMAO. sorry seb i just love to watch u squirm🙏😇 (from chap 28 of my fic!)

[demaparbat-hp]

He noticed the spears resting not too far away from the women. Zuko squinted his eyes and recoiled at the sight of blood painting the blades, in clear contrast to the whimsical whites and blues of the South. These women were hunters.

The Southern Water Tribe brings shades of white to Zuko's soul in For The Spirits Chapter IX: A Rider Alone.

Sharpened mothers and fatherless children resting on the back of tattered tents. A Ghost-Mother, a shapeless howl, and the blue eyes from his dream—everything comes together in the land of the Midnight Sun.

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[zackmartin]

HENRY DANGER: THE MOVIE (2025) ● dir. joe menendez

[frownyalfred]

I know it's a Star Wars thing, but imagine Bruce Wayne being such an annoying/painful shatterpoint that him walking near anyone with psychic abilities makes them physically twitch. They get headaches if he's too close. He has so many timelines/possible futures threading through him and so do all his kids--