#forever knight fanfiction

[celestial-alignment]

[in-som-niyah]

soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

Get out your tissues, listeners! (Seriously.) This week, V and Emily split the episode in two parts: first, the very silly attempt to understand how the Forever Knight fandom went to WAR! for the thirteenth time in 2010. Second, a look into the fannish life and ongoing impact of Forever Knight BNF Susan M. Garrett, who seems like she was a completely awesome fangirl, writer, and person. V and Emily both weep like babies in this episode because sometimes, the fans who make history ARE well-behaved, and they rock, and we love to learn about and remember them.

Sources

Fanlore: WAR Thirteen

Susan M. Garrett's homepage

FanDominion.com's Obituary for Susan M. Garrett

Farewell, Dear Fen: In Memorium

FanHistory: Susan M. Garrett

Fanlore: Susan M. Garrett

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[quinn-pop]

apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

[thexsanctuaryx]

forever with you, forever in me, ever the same

{ CHAPTER ONE }

➳ NEXT CHAPTER

summary: the boys meet a mysterious woman claiming to be another avatar while at work one stormy afternoon who seems to know an awful lot about them-- maybe more than they'd like... pairing: { eventual } Original Character { Emma Harper } x Jake Lockley, Emma Harper x Marc Spector, && Emma Harper x Steven Grant contents: another avatar enters the chat, first meeting, psychic connection, mention of past lives warnings: donna being donna, jake being a liiittle harsh, nothing else I don't think? author’s note: this one has been in the works damn near-- if not-- since the beginning almost as soon as I saw the show the first time. I'm excited to finally be starting this adventure with y'all. I hope I can do it justice. word count: 1,481 taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

It’s been an abysmally slow day at the gift shop with very few patrons because of the stormy weather outside the museum.

Steven thinks of wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with a cup of tea and his latest read. Instead, he was stuck here with Donna—or Donna the Drama as Jake called her—the latter of which sharing his consciousness at present.

Steven huffs a heavy sigh as he scans more items into the system. This job really was so mind numbing at times.

He tries to ignore it but he can feel the frustration from Jake, which is more stimulating than anything he’s doing at present.

He’s also aware that the frustration stems from an awful woman Jake had been out with recently that hadn’t quite escaped his thoughts just yet.

Steven falls into consoling him as he often does with Marc when something is bothering him.

“’s alright, mate—she really wasn’t ever worth it…no matter how pretty she might be, y’know?” He tells his headmate.

‘I’m fine Steven, but I appreciate it…’

“Right—”

“You’re not talkin’ to yourself again, are you Stevie—honestly, it puts off the customers…”

‘What customers?’ Marc pipes up momentarily.

“Donna, please—”

Steven pauses mid-sentence when someone else catches his eye entering the corridor. A shorter but curvy brunette who looks a little lost but simultaneously exactly where she means to be, pressing her lips together.

She can just feel eyes on her and turns to face a stunned looking man at the gift shop. Immediately, she knows he’s the one she’s looking for—her energy pulled to him like gravity.

‘Steven…’ Jake says firmly, feeling the same pull even trapped within his mind.

“What?” Steven barely says, the side of his face scrunching up, sounding just as lost as his wide eyes watch her for her next move.

‘Who is that?’ Jake asks, more to himself than either of the other two.

“Don’t know, do I, mate?” Steven replies, mesmerized by the woman before him.

Jake is just as much so as a fire of determination ignites within him to find out.

Marc on the other hand is too stunned to join the conversation between the other two. The pull is strong but it only makes him leery.

“Honestly, Stevie—do I have to write you up?” Donna’s voice fades into the background as the woman standing by continues watching them.

‘There’s something about her, go talk to her…’

“I can’t, can I? I—”

Jake abruptly pushes himself to the front, rolling his shoulders back as his eyes reconnect with hers across the way.

They’re piercing, but somehow dark around the edges.

“Five minutes, Donnie.” He mutters over his shoulder, already moving around the counter.

“My name is Donna.”

Jake snorts, “don’t like it when someone else does it to you, huh?” He clicks his tongue.

“Oh great—that bloody American character you’ve made up in your head…” She grumbles, walking off while muttering something about mentally ill folk—in less polite terms.

“Make it ten.” Jake smirks as he crosses the gift shop floor passing the plastic bins of stuffed toys.

There’s something about the way she holds his gaze unflinchingly as he crosses the distance to her. Hell, she even walks toward him to close the gap.

She presses her lips firmly together, dimples dipping into her cheeks as her brows furrow together.

“Hi, do I—” he barely gets out.

“Know me?” she cuts him off, lacing her arms over her chest, squinting lightly at him as amusement tugs at the corner of her lips. “Does that line usually work?”

There’s a snort in his head from Marc.

“You don’t know me—Jake…at least not in this lifetime…”

Jake narrows his eyes, mirroring her stance. “And does that line usually work for you?” He challenges.

She scoffs out a quiet laugh, “it’s not a line—you’d think after working for Khonshu this long you’d be a liiiittle more open minded.” She arches a brow.

This gets his attention.

“How do you know my name?” His voice drops, feeling like he should be on his guard, but something about her is familiar, and he doesn’t feel threatened.

“I know all of your names…if you’re asking how I knew it was you specifically, that takes a little more explaining…”

Jake rotates his jaw, giving her an appraising look. “You’ve got ten minutes to convince me—”

“That I’m not a threat?”

He stiffens as she seems to pull the words directly from his mind, not sure if he should be alarmed or impressed.

Still, he doesn’t feel like he should worry.

“Get talking…” He prompts.

She sighs, reaching to take one of his hands to pull him somewhere slightly more secluded.

As their bodies touch a surge of energy rushes through either of them, causing a simultaneous sharp intake of air from them both.

“What did you just do to me?” He mutters pointedly, pulling his hand back and studying it briefly, his eyes snapping to hers, hand still in the air.

“I didn’t do anything…it was a sign of recognition…”

“Recognition?”

“I’m an avatar—like the three of you—”

Jake’s jaw tightens, playing dumb. “The three of—"

“I know about Marc and Steven…” She tells him quietly but with certainty.

He looks more wary than she’d hoped but she knows it’s just his way. Though right now—he’d almost pass as Marc instead of himself.

“Look—I know this is a lot—but you’re just gonna have to go on a little faith here…”

“Whose avatar?” Jake presses.

“Hecate.” She answers quickly.

“But she’s not—”

“Even from the same pantheon?” Her dimples prick into her cheeks again, raising both of her brows.

Jake nods and then rolls his shoulders back, “and how do you keep doing that? It’s like you’re in my head…”

She swallows and looks down, not sure she’s ready to tell him that truth just yet.

“Let’s just say sooner than later you’ll be able to read my thoughts too…”

“Why?”

“It’s a past life thing…” She glazes over vaguely. It’s not a lie, just not the whole story either.

“We didn’t—”

“Yeah, you did…”

Jake releases a guttural growl, reaching to clasp his fingers into fists in front of her.

“Sorry…it’s just second nature where I come from…” She scowls lightly, looking down between them. “We should probably just wait ‘til—”

“Oh no—no no—you think we’re gonna be able to go back to work without answers?” He pauses, giving her an incredulous look. “Wait here…” He practically barks.

When he catches her next words the way she’d been catching his, she breathes a sigh of relief, nodding quickly. He, on the other hand, only looks more troubled.

As he turns on his heel, he can be heard muttering a string of curses in Spanish to his headmates as he makes his way back over to the gift shop.

Donna is just finishing ringing someone up with a fake smile plastered on her face, when he walks past her to collect their things.

“Bad news, Donnie—gonna have to take off early.”

“Oh no you bloody don’t—” The fake expression falls from her face.

Jake rushes back past her, “Emergency—thanks for understanding—see you tomorrow!” He slings Steven’s bag across his body, heading back in the direction he left—shit. He hadn’t even gotten her name.

He half expects her to be gone as he rounds the corner she’d been tucked in, vanishing just as mysteriously as she appeared. But then, there she stands waiting, playing with her fingers nervously.

Jake resists the urge to grab her by the arm and drag her out of the museum and she can just feel it. She can’t say she blames him.

She’d planned this better in her head—or she should’ve. She didn’t think he’d make a beeline for her at first sight.

She can just feel his intense energy coming off of him in waves. But again, that was technically her fault too. She’d triggered his protective instincts.

So maybe she shouldn’t have come on so strongly herself.

She opens her mouth to apologize but thinks better on it and closes it again.

He nods in the direction of the exit, in his mind considering how much he resembles Marc’s harshness and temperament at present.

“So what’s your name anyway?”

She doesn’t even get to open her mouth before it pops into his head as clear as day.

“Emma…” He says slowly.

She rolls her lips in, nodding, tucking her hair behind her ears—somehow so much softer than she’d seemed before.

“This is gonna be a trip…” He mumbles as they pass through the large doors of the entrance and out into the sunshine that’s just broken through the storm clouds.

[alchemistc]

Moon Breaks Knight | Chapter Ten

“What, you think the ash would have let you all stuff yourselves inside a cottage built for one?” Brown eyes cut to him, a sparkling glint of warm curiosity. “The ash?” “Magic tree,” Eddie intoned, desperately hoping his smile wasn't too wide as he gestured vaguely around them. “Did you think I did it?” “I wasn't sure I wasn't just imagining things.” “She makes as much room as she needs.” Eddie tilted sideways, carefully bumping shoulders with Steve as he remarked in sotto, “I think she likes you.” His eyes chased the flush that raced up Steve's neck with fascination, following the jump of his throat as he swallowed, head tipping forward and chestnut hair shifting like curtains to cover half his face. The warmth drifted down the thread of the bond like treacle.

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[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A trip to Toronto turns out not-so-relaxing when Buffy discovers her cousin is involved with a vampire and Willow is hunted by another.

Author: @notophelia

Note from submitter: Two vampire shows crossing over with an neat take on how both shows' types of vampires can exist in the same universe, complete with funny quips. I just love this

[planetstarclaw]

Oh look, it's October tomorrow and that can only mean one thing. It'll be my fifth year of trying to finish my Hannibal/Forever Knight vampire fusion fic. Not to mention my failed attempts at slash.

Will it actually get posted this year? Yeah no, but October is the only time I ever make any real progress.

Oh my precious Murder Family!

“You’ve visited with Abigail.” “Of course. It’s impossible to not dote on her when the opportunity arises. We reconnected. The only thing missing was you.” It wasn’t always bad. In fact, over the centuries it was often good and that good usually stemmed from when the three of them—he, Hannibal, and Abigail—would return to the same chambers. Hannibal and he consumed each other but when Abigail was involved, the three of them reached perfection. It was a heady combination of limbs, bare skin and his lovers’ blood. It was the only time he ever felt like he belonged anywhere.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 12: Destined to Do This Forever

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: Things had to go wrong for them eventually.  

Word Count: 886

Notes: Takes place during The Dark Knight. Warnings for depictions of violence.

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“You sure that it’s a good idea to be doing this at night, boss?” asked one of the goons, glancing around the parking garage anxiously. Tires squealed as two black vans pulled up and parked.

“We’ll be fine,” Jonathan said, adjusting his mask on his head. Even if the Bat decided to show his face, he wouldn’t do much more than rough them up and leave them for the police. Everyone knew that Batman didn’t kill.

The doors to the black vans opened, Chechen, with his greased back hair and ratty brown leather jacket, stepped out, glancing at the bat symbol shining in the sky, going around to the back of the van to coo at the dogs he and his people had brought with them. From the other van, Chechen’s goons pulled out a twitchy, whimpering man.

“Please! Please! They’re crawling in my mouth. Please, I beg you,” he sobbed. Jonathan waved his hand, and his men opened up the back of the van they were all hunched in, his goons stepping out with their guns half raised. He remained standing in the back of the van. For dramatic purposes. Wearing her goggles and her gas mask, Vanessa stepped out of the passenger’s seat, leaning against the side of the van. “Get them off,” Chechen’s men dropped the still whimpering man to the ground. 

“Look what your drugs did to my customers!” Chechen said.

“Buyer beware,” Jonathan stepped out of the back of the van. “I told you my compound would take you places. I never said they’d be places you wanted to go.”

“My business, repeat customers,” Chechen fretted. Jonathan shrugged.

“You don’t like what I have to offer, you can buy from someone else. Assuming Batman left anyone to buy from.”

The dogs began to bark, pulling against the leashes. Ah. Seemed like they were going to have company tonight after all.

“My dogs are hungry!” Chechen shouted, glancing into the shadows and smiling. “Pity there’s only one of you.”

There was thud and a yell from behind Jonathan’s van, and then another cry from the other end of the garage. And then the echoing boom of gunfire. Jonathan leapt backwards, abandoning the goons and pushing the open doors to the back of the van out of the way.

“That’s not him,” everyone knew that Batman didn’t use guns. The dogs were barking, goons clamoring. One of the Batman impersonators shot bullet holes into the side of his van. Asshole. Another one tried to press a gun into his back and Jonathan whirled, spraying him in the face with a helping of toxin, grinning to himself as he went down screaming. From the other side of the van, he was pretty sure that he heard the audible thunk of a head smashing into concrete as Vanessa slammed another to the ground.

And then a massive black tank rolled into the garage.

“That’s more like it,” he could almost say that he was relieved. At least Batman would deal with the idiots with guns.

“Time to go,” Vanessa called to him, already sliding back into the passenger seat. He couldn’t agree more, jumping in and revving the engine. As he spun the van around, something collided with the side of it. “Oh, really?” Vanessa sighed, glancing out the window at where he could only assume Batman had latched onto the side of the van. No matter, he made sure to drive closer to the wall on that side, almost scraping the white paint off, but managing to shake the vermin off.

The car’s tires squealed unpleasantly as he began the descent down the circular exit ramp to the ground floor. Not long now…

BAM!

Oh, seriously? 

Vanessa groaned as the van’s roof all but caved in when Batman landed on it. They were plucked unceremoniously from their seats and dumped with the other goons and copycat Batmans. His mask was ripped off and Vanessa’s goggles and respirator pulled away. Then, just for good measure, Batman yanked the bobby pins out of her hair and took them. 

Damn. Apparently he’d gotten wise to that old trick of getting out of handcuffs. 

“Don’t let me find you out here again,” Batman growled at one of the copycats.

“We’re trying to help you!” the one to Jonathan’s right complained. 

“I don’t need help!” Batman shouted, sounding, Jonathan thought, very much like a petulant teengager as he jumped up onto his tank.

“Not my diagnosis!” Jonathan called back to him.

“Same time next week, Bats?” Vanessa laughed, side shaking beside him with it. 

“What gives you the right?” the copycat was still yelling. “What’s the difference between you and me?”

“I’m not wearing hockey pads,” Batman said, disappearing within the dark depths of the tank. Wow. He almost thought that might have been a joke. Who would have thought the vermin had it in him?

As the tank pulled away, the sounds of approaching sirens started to grow closer. Vanessa let her head rest on his shoulder, pouting. He kissed the top of her head. It might be a while until they were able to be together like this again.

It could have been worse, he supposed. One of the idiots currently sitting beside them could have shot them. At least they were both alive.

That was something. 

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[753398445a]

There's a few contenders for both 'first real fandom' and 'current one', but the combo that's jumping out to me is Ben 10 with Supernatural.

Gwendolyn Tennyson is surprised when her cousin Ben shows up at Friedkin University, asking her for help: Their grandfather had gone missing while out dealing with a case and Ben needs help looking for him.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[fangedbeau]

Remember 90s TV plain-clothes superheroes?

Media that tries to bank on nostalgia usually ends up disappointing. But since I don't think anyone would even be able to acquire all the intellectual property rights for this one, I don't think there's a risk in putting this idea out there:

I honestly might like to see a reboot and grand crossover of 1990s TV's plain-clothes superheroes:

The Sentinel

The Pretender

but existing in a shared universe with crossover episodes.

Forever Knight might not feel like it could belong in the same universe as the others, but it's clearly a superhero show at heart; and when in comics Blade exists in a shared universe with Spider-Man, then Nick can be part of this.

Speaking of Marvel Comics, when the non-super-powered action hero Punisher shares that universe, then ours can also include

Vengeance Unlimited

Dark Angel would be a weird inclusion, since it's set in a post-paraapocalyptic future. But chronologically we're already past that show's future, and the only technology that reads as science fiction is the Manticore project's genetic engineering, which was a government secret in the show. So an alternate timeline remake in a world in which the pulse didn't happen (or was undone by chrononaut Frank Parker of Project Backstep?) and the escaped X5 somehow manage to evade capture without that chaos would still make sense. Honestly, having it set in the current day wouldn't feel all that off from the original right now.

While we're at it,

Viper was also set in the near future, but the titular super car was from a government program with technology that was incredible to people in-universe, and the futurism of the world was mostly restricted to extrapolating that cars would have even more electronics in them and be vulnerable to electromagnetic attacks, which has come true. So we do live in pretty much the future the original show was set in.

Actually, instead of reboots, each show (except for Dark Angel) could be done as a sequel. There will be other Sentinels and an older Sandburg or a new anthropologist building on his work to assist them. There will be other Pretenders, maybe escaping from The Centre with Jarod's help. Nick's been around longer than all of us.

Can we acknowledge that Mister Chapel knew Ray and is continuing his legacy in his own way, and then have the new show about a different character who's been inspired by Mister Chapel to dedicate their talents to helping those in need?

Of course if we reach back to acknowledge Stingray in that way, we can also make references to Manimal and Man from Atlantis and Misfits of Science being set in the past of the same shared universe.

And then, while I wouldn't categorise Sam Waters as a superhero or in the same genre of phantastic adventure series as those mentioned,

Profiler has had a crossover with The Pretender and thus canonically already exists in a shared universe with it. So why would we throw that away?

And of course if we extend the scope to include Viper and Vengeance Unlimited or a Stingray/Vengeance Unlimited sequel, then

Renegade also needs to be included.

And beside the proper superheroes and the action heroes there's also room for the regular guys made heroes by something supernatural but still being regular guys. You know,

Strange Luck

Early Edition

I've mentioned Project Backstep from

Seven Days

although it's weird to imagine Early Edition being set in the same universe as Seven Days.

And another thing: note how none of them would feel out-of-place on The X-Files? Now, The X-Files itself doesn't really match the vibe I'm going for. But when I draw the association with superheroes, I imagine a spin off about someone assembling a Suicide Squad-like team out of paranormal villains of the week from X-Files episodes.

No, if any production company would set out to do any of these, I would expect it to be trash.

It's more an idea for a fan fiction project.

[okayigetitifuckedup]

Alice’s Alley- Blog Post

Gotham’s Wedding of the Decade? An Intimate Peek into Dr. Quinzel and Jack Ryder's Exclusive Invite! 💍✨

Hello, my lovely readers of Alice’s Alley! 🎀

Alright, deep breaths! Where to even begin? As soon as I saw that luxe envelope (with its embossed seal, no less!) I knew it was something momentous. And lo and behold, inside was THE invite of the decade: Dr. Harleen Quinzel and Jack Ryder's wedding invitation! Eek! I can't even!

First off, the invite's sheer elegance and the fact that I, little ol' me, am on the guest list? 😍 Like, is this real life? Also, can we please talk about that QR code and the security level on this thing? Never have I felt more James Bond than when accessing the wedding details. The level of exclusivity? Off the charts!

Now, let's dive into the absolute splendor of the invite itself. That sumptuous black card with the delicate white details? The “J” & “H” emblem entwined? Every intricate detail has me gasping in awe. And, "Into the light from the shadows"? Profound. Moving. Iconic. I mean, swoon.

The location: Wayne Manor. Wayne. Manor. As in, THE Bruce Wayne might be in attendance? Oh-em-gee! How am I ever going to keep my cool? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding in person? A photo op, perhaps? 📸

But now, ladies and gents, the real dilemma. What ever will I wear? The invite says: Strictly Black and White. Now, my heart is screaming Breakfast at Tiffany’s vibes. Audrey Hepburn chic, tiara, pearls, the works. But now I'm thinking, what if everyone goes down the Holly Golightly route? Must. Stand. Out. Or I could never show my face in Gotham again!

And oh, speaking of face, those bangs I impulsively cut? Perfect for an Audrey updo, right? But, but, what if they clash with the tiara? You see my dilemma. And the pearls... oh, decisions! Leave me your thoughts below, I'm in dire need of advice!

One tiny cloud on this sunny horizon though - my wallet is definitely going to feel a lot lighter. Oh, the price we pay for perfection. Between the new dress, shoes, and accessories, it's going to be a shopping spree to remember.

This isn’t just a wedding, dears. It’s an event. The crème de la crème of Gotham will be there, rubbing shoulders, sipping champagne. An evening of decadence, glamour, and hopefully some juicy gossip.

And of course, I’ll be spilling ALL the details right here after the grand affair! So, stick around, because you won’t want to miss the inside scoop, courtesy of yours truly!

Stay fabulous, my darlings, and keep those suggestions pouring in. Till the next gush session! 🍾🥂

In never-ending excitement and sparkles, Alice P. 🌸💄

P.S.: To all my new readers, welcome to our glam gang! You've stepped into a whirlwind of excitement! 😄 And remember, Breakfast at Tiffany’s look - yay or nay? Comment below! 💋💌

[celestial-alignment]

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

We want to believe! In the second week of January, we're heading back thirty years (woof) to ye olde Web 1.0 and the very first online X-Files fanfiction. But to our surprise, it wasn't just an X-Files fic! Join V and Emily as they get to explore a whole new-to-them fandom as they learn about cult fave Forever Knight, talk alt-net servers and e-mail lists, and read the cutest author's note in fandom history. Are you MSR or NoRomo? More importantly, are you a Friend Of Don?

This Week In Fandom History is a new fandom-centric podcast that tells you… what happened this week in fandom history!

Thank you all so much for your warm welcome to episode one last week! 💞🍋

[megamindsecretlair]

IVE READ THIS THREE FN TIMES AND IT HITS EVERY SINGLE TIME. THIS WAS PERFECT. PERFECT. PERFECT!!!!!! I FRIGGIN LOOOOOOOVE YOU NERDIE.

Idk how you managed to hit sooooo many of my fn tropes in one go but well 👏🏽 here we are 👏🏽 im a sucker for a good neighbor fic. And mcscuse me???? Not Jake being so fn adorkable ahjssmf9govkgkfifig i cant, i cant 😭😭😭😭

(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake?

NOT KHONSHU BEING FN MESSSSSSY. AIDIFOGKGMVEBWI I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT.

...it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night.

The action was 🙌🏽🤌🏽 finger lickin' good. The details! The emotions! Jake being all "touch her and die" (am typing this from beyond the grave btws)

i too, watch too much FBI. Totally not for OA. Nope. Not at all. I feel so fn seeeeeeeeen.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving already Jake?!” He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him and…that’s not something he can handle right now.

PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEEEAASE. HAVE FN MERCY ON ME. THE 🤌🏽 BITE OF FN ANGST. AHHHH

Im okay, im calm, im cool, i can be cool

I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU. This hit a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep fn niche in my brain for more action and angst and smut with the Moon Boys. I can go on forever. Ahh, deff watching MoonKnight again tomorrow

The Man Next Door

Jake Lockley x plus size black female reader

This blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 4.1k

Summary: You've been eyeing your neighbor Jake for the last few months. A major even and discovery puts things into perspective. You make your move after the dots are filled in.

Warnings: Mentions of blood (various amounts), violence, one minor character death, sprinkles of Spanish, first aid, unprotected P in V (wrap it IRL), aftercare

Notes: My first Moon Knight fic! 🥰 It's been in the works for a bit. It's a half of a request for @megamindsecretlair I asked her what she wanted in it and she told me. We'll see if I delivered on that or not. 😄Dividers are designed by the wonderful @saradika-graphics ❤️

Main Masterlist / Moon Knight Masterlist/ Oscar Isaac characters

Sometimes he has blood on his hands, attempting to wipe it off with a rag, other times there are small drops of splatter on his chin and cheek as he gives you a morning nod before you head off to work.

He’s never without a drop of crimson on him, no matter what time of day you happen to spot him. It makes you keep your distance from him, not indulge in idle chatter like your other neighbors in your apartment building, ask to borrow items or even keep a package or two for you.

You’re curious about him, about Jake Lockley.

He’s been your next door neighbor for six months. You haven’t heard anyone in his apartment or seen anyone visit. It was odd, that you’re sure of. He only gets a few pieces of mail and seldom any packages. Never rude and never too friendly either. A fair distance away from any who may try to get to know him.

You wonder if you should have ever spoken to him now. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him and had your morning farewell nod. You walk from the bus stop to work each day, it’s less than ten minutes and you count it as your exercise. This is the night you see him again, your neighbor. Walking home like every other night, you happen to hear a thud and look in its direction. Sure you left work an hour late due to your boss being a dick and wanting you to finish putting together the reports for tomorrow, but at least you got overtime out of it so you hadn’t minded too much. Maybe you should have.

You can’t say it’s completely unexpected, there’s only so many reasons Jake would have blood on him but it’s still shocking. It’s not everyday you see your neighbor standing in a pool of someone’s blood. Honestly you can’t tell the gender or the person or ethnicity from the distance and from the amount of blood.

There’s just so much. Dripping from his hands, splashes on his face and clothes.

No wait…the clothes are odd. They went from some off gray looking robes to his normal jeans, and jacket. Maybe you’re hallucinating. It’s then that you feel a hand on your arm.

“You know him, don't you woman? What do you know about him? Tell us!” When you turn to see who the hand belongs to, you’re met with a knife that grazes your cheek. There are four men in addition to the one holding you for a total of five. You’re shaking your head, it’s not a lie, you don’t know anything about the man other than his name and that he lives next to you. His grip strengthens on your arm as you try to pull away from him and the other men watch amused at your attempt to try and escape. Their laughs are replaced by curses as you stomp on your assailant’s foot and drop your bag to punch him in the face. He’s stunned so his grip loosened finally to give you a chance to go for the knife and you do.

There’s blood on you now. Not on your hand you punched the man with, but on the knife and your white button down from where you went for your assistant’s neck. He’s holding the side of it, trying to apply pressure but he’s shaky on his feet. One of his friends, you assume, grabs him to help him but he slumps in his arms, the man’s hand falling slowly from his neck.

Did you just kill someone? What the hell is happening?

(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake? I thought she was one of the many worms. It appears she is not. You may want to don the suit again. She has spirit, but not skill nor strength. She’ll not last long.

(Jake): I hear you loud and clear, you old bird. What is she doing here anyway? She’s normally off work and at home by now. I know her routine and she doesn't change it by much. I knew she had a little fire in her, she went right for the neck, most would have gone for an arm or torso.

The three other men are circling you, screaming at you about their fallen friend and how they’re going to take their time in torturing you no matter if you actually know anything about Jake or not. You lunge at the man closest to you, going for his neck as well since that did the other man in, but he caught both your arms and chuckled.

“Luck like that only strikes once bitch!” He presses his fingertips into your wrists, but you keep hold of the knife, it’s the only weapon you have. But you start to smell more metal - iron, no there’s more blood. It’s not on you, or it wasn’t until the goon holding you falls forward and to step back to avoid his body hitting yours, wrists free, but you’re falling. It seems among all that scuffle, you’d been near a curb and you’d stepped off awkwardly.

You don’t hit the ground though, instead you’re in strong arms. The same gray you’d seen earlier except now there’s a mask, cape and a moon in the middle of his chest? He supports you as you stand up. You’re still holding onto your knife though, adrenaline running through your veins as you hold it close to your chest. He holds your shoulders and gives them a soft squeeze to help you pay attention.

“Mira! Hola! (Look! Hello!) Tch…” Jake’s trying to get your attention but it’s not working. This whole gentle thing isn’t his norm and he can see that your eyes aren’t registering him or his words at all. Not even him squeezing your shoulders, he’s worried that squeezing them harder will result in an injury and the suit only heals him, not you. The blood dripping from your cheek angers him and the men are only knocked out now. He needs to get you out of here so he can come back and find out information from them - slowly and painfully. He releases you and picks up your bag, then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he doesn’t have time to console you, not that he would be any good at it. He hears you squeal then yelling and shifts your back to the same arm he’s holding you with, then pinches your hip.

“Silencio! (Quiet!)” Your body tenses in his arms as he makes his way to the apartment building. He jumps to the fire escape outside of his window as he usually keeps it open for when he doesn’t feel like using the door. He removed that suit before heading in, donning his street clothes and carrying you inside, setting you down on his couch. You’re sniffling, but not crying loudly or yelling anymore which Jake is thankful for. He goes to get a small first aid kit. It was included with some beer he bought when he last shopped for anything really and hasn’t been opened. Kneeling in front of you, he sighs as you’re still looking forward, he’s wondering if he’ll still get soft nods and hellos after this. You might even see if you can move from the building. He wets some gauze with some saline and dabs your cheek, finally you respond by hissing from the sting.

“Oh, now you’re paying attention princesa (princess)? You’re in my place by the way. Stay still.” Jake gives you a brief smile before dabbing your cheek a few more times and applying some antibiotic ointment. It’s not nearly deep enough for stitches or even the little strips they have in here, but he still hates that you were there at all, let alone that you’re not only injured but you also had to kill to survive.

“I..so that was all real, not a nightmare? Oh…so I killed…” You finally drop the knife and in klangs on the floor, your hands take hold of your knees, covered halfway by your pencil skirt. Your realization sinks in that no, it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night. No, there had been a fight, there had been blood and you had indeed killed someone.

“It was self-defense hermosa (gorgeous). That’s all it was. You wouldn’t have had to if I wasn’t slow in getting to you.” Jake takes your hands in his. You finally look at him. He looks like every other day, black leather jacket, dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a wry smile on his face and it’s surrounded by his dark shadowy stubble. When did he change clothes? His eyes are unexpectedly warm in their chocolate pools. You hadn’t really looked at them before, always in passing. You nod and close your eyes. He’s telling you what you want to hear, but you know what you did with that knife. “Come on, let’s get you next door. You should wash up and change clothes. Don’t touch your face though.” He instructs and you follow him to your feet as he stands and walks to his door. His apartment has the same brick walls, though his are more sparse with decorations though you see many books. You didn’t expect any and you’re not sure why.

You aren’t able to find your keys, your hands are shaking so badly and you’re crying again, silently since he told you to be quiet. He regrets that a bit. You’re not accustomed to death and violence as he is, of course it's shocking, most would find it so. “May I princesa?” Jake holds out a hand, he’s not going to force it, it’s not the time. You hand him your back and he searches for half a minute. The bag is large and looks like you keep a lot of ‘just in case’ stuff in it. He finds your keys and unlocks your door, but doesn’t enter with you.

“You’re not coming in? I…” Your voice fades out. You want to ask him to stay, you don’t want to be alone, but would he even want to? He likely thinks you’re a wimp for crying, why would he even want to stay? “N-Never mind Jake see-”

“I’ll be back. I need to tie up loose ends princesa. Just take a nice slow shower, if you get your face wet, clean and apply some more ointment and eat something. You did well, you survived. Don’t feel bad about it at all.” He’s spoken more to you now than he ever has. On one hand, this eleates Jake as he was never really sure how to start a conversation with you, but under these circumstances, it’s far from ideal. His arms wrap around you, bringing your head to his chest. He still smells a little metallic like blood but now like the books in his apartment and cigarettes? You’d never seen him smoke, curious, but not your focus. His heartbeat is steady and one hand touches the back of your neck, his fingers run up into the small hairs you have at the back edge of your hairs, those little ones that no amount of hair grease or edge cream will tame. He’s playing with them though before he lets you go abruptly. “Hasta leugo princesa (See you later princess).” And he’s back to his apartment. Gone that fast. His warmth lingers on your neck and the front of your body and it’s what you ponder while you’re in the shower.

Peeling off your clothes and showering was the easy part. The clothes went in their own small trash bag and would go out with tomorrow’s garbage. It was trying to eat, you made a sandwich and only ate half of it, then there was soup, which normally you love, but the smell made your stomach curl. Eventually, all of the sandwiches went down with some water and on the couch you sat. Alone with your thoughts. You don’t feel any different, but you know what you did with that knife. The blood, the men’s threats, the fear you felt, Jake being covered in blood. What was he going to do when he came back? Where should you even start with your questions? It had been a few hours by this point and you’re staring at the wall when there’s a knock at your door. Standing and hurrying to the door, a familiar voice uttered one word.

“Princesa.” It was the fastest you’d open the door for anyone.

Jake sits down from you on your couch and explains to you who he is, who he serves and why he usually has blood on him. It’s fantastical and had it been any other day, you’d told him to get out and avoided him like he was insane. But the events of the night had told you to believe him and it was honestly better to think he was punishing those causing harm to others than being a serial killer or something else. You do notice something though, Jake appears to be nervous, which is weird, his eyes are darting around and he keeps clearing his throat and moving on the couch, like he can’t get comfortable.

“Did you want to sit in the armchair? You might find it more comfortable.” Your offer makes him stop moving and sigh. Jake’s a little worked up since he’d been doing a lot more of Khonshu work, normally he’d drink to ease himself into some sleep. He should leave. Now. You’re freshly showered, took down a man despite being scared out of your mind, and he held you too long earlier, much too long. He meant to calm you with that hug but it instead had him in his thoughts again.

He shouldn’t have watched you stand either, your wide hips make Jake want to do more than pat them as do the soft caramel of your legs that he sees as you glide over to your fridge to offer him water. He stands as you bring him the water and he gulps it down, thanking you as he starts toward the door.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving already Jake?!” He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him and…that’s not something he can handle right now.

“You’re okay now. I shouldn’t stay any longer princesa.” He doesn’t turn to face you. If he sees your eyes he’s not going to leave. He knows what he’s feeling is partly from all the fighting but not entirely and that’s the part his mind has latched onto and won’t let go of.

“Could I at least have another hug before you go Jake?” You’ve said his name softly, almost with care. How can he say no now? He did give you a hug earlier. He turns to see that you’ve dropped your robe and you are wearing a red silk nightgown that just barely covers your bottom. Your eyes aren’t telling him you want a hug, at least, not just a hug.

“Hermosa, I don’t think that’s all you want from me. Let’s both be honest here. Has this been part of why you watch me as much as I watch you?” His steps are slow, he’s giving you an out. You can say no and give a flimsy excuse like your robe slipped or something. You don’t. You put your hands on his chest and run them up as he did to you, your hands grabbing his curls, their silken texture makes you smile.

“You’d be correct Jake. This dance has gone on long enough. You’re finally in my apartment and I almost died tonight. I also had a long shower as you suggested.” Your plush lips look so inviting and he can’t resist. The kiss is sloppy and his hands are roaming your body, he’d like to rip the gown off of you, but he’s sure you put it on to be admired so he will for a little bit. Jake is much more interested in what’s under it. He bends temporarily and hooks his hands under your knees to lift you up carrying you to your bedroom.

After setting you on the bed gently, Jake slips off his clothes, making a pile on the floor in front of your bed. He’s not one to be embarrassed and is well aware of what he’s working with. His swollen length bobs while he licks his lips. His eyes roam your body as he climbs on the bed, calloused hands start at your ankles and slide up your thick legs. Once he reaches your hips, his hands stay under your nightgown as he pulls it up and over your head. The low groan makes his Adam's apple bob when he sees you weren’t wearing any underwear as you open your legs for him to expose your wetness. You gasp at the cool air and it allows him to capture your lips again, your arms and legs wrapping around him.

He grins into the kiss, lurching his hips forward to have the head of his cock glide across your wet slit. Your hips react and jut forward having the tip enter you, Jake grins on your lips and pulls back but leaves the tip in. “Rather eager aren’t you cariño (sweetheart)?” He takes hold of his length, removing his tip fully and rolls the wrist of his free hand for you to roll over. “I’ll have you from the back first. I want to see that large ass of your bounce.” You roll on your stomach and spread your knees, feeling him lean over and run his hands along your body as he notches at your entrance. His bulbous head is just past your entrance. “Move that ass and push back on my cock. Show me what you can do hermosa.” He leans to kiss along your spine as you use your legs to move your hips back, having your forearms flat on the bed with your elbows as an anchor.

You’re able to get him deeper and feel him stretching you, almost too much, his hips don’t feel flush with yours yet, there must be more. “Jake you’re so thick…. Please move with me.” You coo, looking back at him, your hips moving slowly, your walls are pulling on his shaft, learning his shape. Jake’s hands are roaming your back as praises for working hard for him. He’s aware of his girth and wants to push forward but not yet.

He leans over your back again, making his chest flush with it. His lips are next to your ear, “Muy bien (very good) mi (my) princesa. I’m going to reward you by moving. Be as loud as you want.” A kiss is placed on your shoulder, a last bit of tenderness he shows you before straightening himself up and taking hold of your hips. He draws back, nearly pulling all the way out of you but he thrusts forward, his hips finally flush with yours and the walls of your core expanded to accommodate him as his thrusts increased as did your cries of Jake’s name. You felt yourself pressing into the mattress, at one point face down. Jake was not having it. He wanted you vocal unless your voice had truly given out, which he was sure it hadn’t. His hips came to a full stop and you gasped. “No, no princesa. You won’t go quiet on me yet. Roll.” He gave a light slap to your ass for encouragement for you to move.

You had just sat yourself up back on your elbows and lifted your head when Jake decided that you were moving too slow for him and pulled out of you, the loss had you groan before you yelped with your leg up in the air where it had not been for a long time. He crossed your leg over and succeeded in flipping you over so you were now on your back. Jake’s relentless, his hands are roaming your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, “Jake....Jake..Fuck…” You keep chanting as he grins before capturing your lips again with his. He has yet to enter you once more and his precum is dripping onto your slit as it rubs your viscous liquids together.

Once he pulls back, he takes in your swollen lips, the heaving of your chest, every curve that he’s tried to feel with his fingers and he knows he hasn’t. This time when he slips back within you, it’s slower and he keeps eye contact with you, one hand on the back of your knee pushing your leg forward to allow him deeper and the other on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his as he presses his chest against yours. “So much better than I imagined princesa. You’re not getting away from me you know.” He nibbles on your bottom lip as your core tightens around him again, “Good girl, milk me and accept what I’m going to give you.” Your hands grab his shoulders and dig into his skin, scratching him, your hips keep crashing into his as he speeds up a bit, nearly at his climax.

“Give me what you’ve got Jake. I’ll mark you…” Using your teeth, you graze the skin on his neck before biting down and hearing him hiss, giving you a few more strong pumps before spilling inside of you. The heat from his spend has the walls of your cunt close around his throbbing shaft as you scream in your own peak. Jake continues to slowly roll his hips until you both start to come down. Neither of you move, only the sounds of your breaths fill the room. Your body is completely limp and you stare up at Jake who gives you a small kiss to your lips before starting to move back, your arms weakly reach for him and he grins.

“You want more already? You’ll have to give me a few princesa.” Shaking your head, you stick your bottom lip out and give a small pout.

“Don’t leave yet. Stay.” Jake rubs circles on your belly and chuckles.

“You’re even more adorable than I thought. I need to know where your washcloths and towels are. We need to clean up. I’m not leaving.” You inform him that they’re in the small hall closet next to the bathroom to which he goes and gets two washcloths, warming them up along with towels. He wipes you down first and dries you, then takes care of himself before slipping the both of you under the sheets. His hand cups your cheek before running his fingers through your hair and then it dawns on him - you’re not wearing your bonnet. Jake asks where you keep them and you tell him the bottom drawer of your nightstand so he reaches to get one for you and you decide to pinch his rather round ass.

“I think we’re fond of each other’s asses Jake.” You laugh as he slips the red satin onto your head. “I’m surprised you knew that I wore one at night. You’re keeping that close of tabs on me?” An eyebrow raises and he puts his hands up.

“Come on, give me a little credit. I’m not going to say I know everything about caring for black hair properly, but I know bonnets, protective styles, but don’t ask me how to do any of them and oil.” He put up three fingers for the things he did know.

Now it’s your turn to grin. This sly man. “Pfft. You’re full of surprises Jake. We’ll sleep and then you’re helping me oil my hair in the morning before work.” You press his chest lightly and the scoot closer to him to cuddle. His arm wraps around your back, and those fingers of his run down your spine again.

“I’ll help you oil your hair tomorrow if it’s after breakfast and you take a day off of work.” Jake kisses your forehead and closes his eyes.

“Alright. You talked like you knew what to do. I won’t forgive you if you mess up my hair.”

“Hm. If it’s anything like what you did tonight, I get it. I’ll be extra careful princesa. Don’t worry.” You’d drifted off to sleep and Jake watched you before he dozed off as well, looking forward to having his hands on you again. In your hair or anywhere you’d let him.

Keeping an eye out from the apartment across the hall 👀: @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @dameron-grant-spector @soft-girl-musings

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

I will never forgive fandom how unfair it is about Arthur

Dark Merlin It's usually good angst. You know, Merlin had had enough. Dark Arthur? Arthur is a fucking rapist, a monster.

Merlin guilty? Merlin feeling guilty and comforted by the entire cast. Arthur guilty? Arthur doing the worst things possible and someone razing him to the ground

Merlin always gets these nice things. always flowers, courtship, everything. Found family? Everyone comforts Merlin because big bad Arthur. (literally almost every Merlin "found family" is everyone loves Merlin and treats Arthur like shit)

Merlin gets an apology. Arthur? My parents will love me faster than someone will apologize to Arthur in fanfiction.

"suicidal, self-harming Merlin" but Arthur has no right to have mental problems (a whole lot of people have wanted him dead since he was born)

Protectivr knights? Always about Merlin.

Even the fucking omegaverse. Alpha Merlin is a nice calm creature who pretends to be a beta. Alpha Arthur... wild animal, keep Merlin in a cage.

No. Just no.

(forever grateful to those stupid British people that arthur never told merlin he was fat. because the fandom understands that something is a comedy if merlin says it. if arthur it would be ,,abuse")