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ramonathinks · 11 months ago

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who’s your god? — geto suguru (oneshot; no part two)

summary: suguru geto is the reincarnation of a powerful god or so he claims, using his abilities to prey on as many weak minded housewives as he can.

warnings: (18+, minors/ageless/blank blogs will be blocked) mention of church/religion, sex, adultery, cult like themes, sacrilege(?), begging, pet names (good girl, slut), corruption, finger sucking, public sex, people are watching, geto refers to himself as god, spanking, manipulation, race isn’t mentioned but i envision all my y/n’s as black so yeah. yes, repostttt

A-are you sure?” You swallow and gulp, staring at the man in front of you. His dark hooded eyes staring back at you.

“I have no reason to lie to you.” He says in a hushed tone as your husband walks up the stairs. With every painful creek of the staircase you can’t help but to wince. “Your purity… is in danger, has been for a long time… many of those in higher powers have spoke to me, they do want to help you to remain pure… to be in a good standing of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“Is there anything I can do?” With pleading eyes and shaky hands you scoot closer to him. You children deserved a pure mother, one to help them cross over when the time approached. You longed to be reunited with your husband when time was right.

“Why, of course.” He did a sly slimy smile. “We’ll sit some time aside and pray on this together at the temple.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much sir– eh, master geto.” You could see his lip curl at the name change and seen his nails dig into him palms. Pulling out a simple cross necklace from the insides of his black robe, he handed it to you, placing it into the center of your palm and closing your hand to form a fist.

“Keep this. Wear it. Don’t take it off until we next meet. It’s vital for the ritual we’ll have to preform.”

So you did. You wore it everywhere and didn’t take it off. Anything to keep your purity safe. You showed with it on, wore it underneath all your shirts and dresses.

“The gods spoke to me,” A phone call on the early morning after three weeks had passed. “It’s time.” It wasn’t even dawn yet, just a little past 3am and you were drowsy. “Wear something light. Very thin.”

You swallowed and looked over yourself, all of the sudden nervous and self conscious. Your body a bit more full and plum since the birth of two babies, everything thin you owned was tight against your body.

But you slipped into a long sleeved dark old dress you owned, that covered your entire body and hugged your figure.

You couldn’t help but feel so out of place and so weird when you walked into the sacred temple. Masked and cloaked individuals stood still, you could barely tell that they were breathing yet alone alive.

Swallowing, you made your way to the center of the temple, where you knew Geto would be waiting.

He stood with great posture and a small cross between his fingers, pressing his lips against it before rubbing his fingers against it, up and down. Your core tingled and you gripped the sides of your dress, feeling too hot to keep walking. Your knees buckled and your hands clutched at the wall by your side.

“Master Geto, he—lp!” You slipped and fell to the floor, landing with a small oof that left your mouth. A buzzing sensation on your clit and even feeling a rough hand on your folds. Massaging and pulling them apart.

“Just let it over take you. Just be glad, I didn’t do this while your husband was around. I’m being mighty merciful to you, my dear.” His voice is a shiver up your spine and his presence overtakes you, you feel him all over and he hasn’t even walked over to you yet.

“Tell me, my dear…” His voice cures your ails, making every moment more breathable again. “If I told you that the only way to keep your purity intact would be the touch of a god, would you still be willing?” His voice is sly and cocky.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, a light relief of touch making you moan heavily before it’s quickly snatched away. “That was just a taste, a small taste of purity that could welcomed back into your little soul.”

Something stirred up inside of your chest and a heavy weight made you groan, making you painfully uncomfortable and aware of just what you were missing.

“I need it.” You voice hoarse and detached, you weren’t sounding like yourself. “I’d do anything for it—!” You voice faded.

You felt several hands on you all at once but nobody was there. Solar bright hotness scarred your chest while the cross marked itself into your skin, the smell of burnt flesh all around you.

As if hours had passed, Geto finally approached you. Putting your head in his lap. He crouched and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck the purity back into you.” Licking the insides of your ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. “You’ll be clean again.” He promised.

Slipping your dress up and removing your dainty underwear. “Already so soaked. You’re already ready for me.” His finger caressed your lips and he kissed you. His tongue licking throughout your mouth and sucking on every inch of your tongue.

Cloaked and masked individuals circled around you both and you clang into his grasp, shivering.

“They have to watch. They have to be here.” He explained calmly. “They’re praying over us, praying for you and your purity… shall I ask again, if you really want this? Remember the feeling that you felt…” That feeling was all you could think about, his touch and his voice amplifying everything.

He knew you wanted it. Hanging it over your head. Watching you pant and groan, your thighs sticky and your head spinning. “Please… you know I need it.”

“What would you husband think of you now…” he twists his fingers in your mouth, drawing them in and out. “Watching you beg like a little slut for me to fuck you… would he like it?”

You couldn’t bare to answer. “Please just fuck me already…” you pleaded with him, your eyes clouded with lust, his filled with sin and all he could do was drink it up.

The dizziness continued as the people watching stepped closer, you gulped and trembled, feeling like you can’t breathe.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need to be pure again.” He pulls his robe off quickly and your eyes follow. His body sculpted to perfection, lean and a perfect built. Your eyes trailed down to his cock and you tried not to moan aloud.

Long and girthy with a dark pink tip, standing curved and full at your attention. You swallowed hard.

Leaning over you, he rubs himself between your cool wet gooey folds, lining his cock against your entrance. “Ready?” He murmurs and your eyes look between his then to his cock before you look to the lingering eyes around you.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Your voice strong and steady as your hands grab at his shoulders.

He slipped between your thighs and all of the heat and sweat around your body disappeared when a small moan left your lips. His cock completely splitting you open and his fingers digging into your thighs. Your legs spread wide as his hips thrust forward, hard.

Burying his nose into your neck he does a deep laugh. His hips wild with ever thrust, the splashy wetness from your pussy echoing around the temple. Moans bounce around with each time he plunges in and out of you.

Clenching around him, he groans, pulling himself out before quickly tapping his cock against your wet folds that open wide for him. He feeds your deprived insides his merciful cock with a sinister smile before he says:

“Tell me, who’s your fucking god now? Huh? Who do you belong to? Who is fucking you, hm? Who’s fucking this pussy pure?”

Gripping his shoulders harder and meeting his thrust you finally whisper, “You… you are, master Geto.”

His hips stutter when you tighten up on him, “Oh, so tight… so fucking tight.” He squeezed your thighs and ram inside of you, both of your moans loud. “Gonna fucking cum inside this pretty pussy.” He promises, jerking his hips and fucking deeper inside of your core.

Feeling every twitch from you, he uses two fingers to rub at your needy swollen clit. “Oh you like that? You like when I fuck this flower open?”

He plants kisses up and down your throat. “Please just…” you lock your legs around his waist, tightly. Wetness sliding down your thighs.

He shutters and sighs, rocking his hips and thrusting harder inside. His eyes intense as they glare down at you. “Such a good girl,” He says, his voice guff and his cock throbbing hard.

Your nails dig into his skin and your pussy squirts as he works his way in and out of you.“Take it.” He tip kissing your womb ever so gently before he’s pounding inside again, watching your thighs jiggle with every moment.

“Take my cum.” He growls, stilling over you. His body shakes and so goes yours, once his cum is planted inside of you, your body feels cool again.

Panting, you look into his dark eyes. “Am I pure?” Your eyes shining with hope and pleasure.

“Far from it.” He says and your face falls. “Turn around.”

Embarrassed and confused, you turn on your stomach.

You feel his rough hands touching on your ass and squeezing the plushness of it before he does the unexpected. A loud slap rings throughout the temple and you grown in pain. “Count.” He does another one to the opposite cheek.

“O-one…” Your soaked folds growing even wetness. “Two…”

Rubbing his cock between your ass he does another slap. “Three—!”

“I’m going to have my way with you for the rest of the day… until you physically can’t anymore.” He says with a deep chuckle. “Ready?”

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deadlist · 2 months ago

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Indie horror/crime oc. Selective. Plot-heavy. Multi-para & novella. Must be 21+ to interact.

They say black cats are an omen of bad luck. With this one, it's really up to you. Eternally devoted familiar to Dmitry Hackshaw [ @hackshaw-d ], Lisbeth has met her fair share of strange happenings in life. This one walks with death not as a mortal, but as a friend. For him she'll do anything at all —even kill— blurring the lines of right and wrong.

A tale of: Love, sacrifice, undying devotion, and an affinity for the darkness. The art of balancing mercy and vengeance, kindness and ruthlessness. To shoot first and ask questions later, but always ask them anyway. On being small and mighty, and making your presence known and valued. A story in the world of magical realism and haunted Latin America. «You can't make me» meets «but you'll see me make you.»

Content warning: Horror and mature themes will be present. This blog includes depictions of: mental illness and trauma, alcohol and drug use, death (intentional and accidental). This blog also includes mentions of abuse, domestic violence, and sexual assault. Religious (Catholic) themes and imagery frequently occur. No triggers will be tagged, reader discretion is advised.

As captured by Charlie (she/her, 27) since 2013. GMT-4:00. English/Spanish.

Sideblog to @hackshaw-d.

About Lisbeth

Deep in the mountain ranges of Puerto Rico, amidst tales of the paranormal and a certain aura of mystique, a creature was born: not woman, not cat, but some secret third thing. With freedom to roam the world and abilities beyond even her own comprehension, she learned to slip through the cracks of reality. One day, she crossed paths with a young man by the name of Dmitry Hackshaw [ @hackshaw-d ], a soul as strange as her own. Immediately adopting him as a «master» (a term generous indeed, for she only ever does her own will and he wouldn't dare impose his own), she became his familiar for eternity. As equals, they persist even beyond the timeless plane of death, urged to find purpose and finality. To be apart is not an option.

Guidelines

Basic stuff: be kind, be respectful. Mun ≠ muse, just because a muse does something questionable or even awful doesn't mean I as the writer endorse it.

I enjoy writing longer replies but I generally will match your length and don't mind so long as there's something to reply to. I enjoy using gifs, not static icons, but I can also do text-only replies.

I am highly selective about writing sex scenes. As a general rule, I don't write them and prefer fading to black.

This blog is multiship, and I only ship chemistry. I enjoy writing out interactions between characters organically, so I'd rather not assume pre-existing connections unless we've discussed it prior.

Saying this again because it's important: I won't be tagging triggers, it'd be too much to keep track of. I will however gladly discuss with you if there's topics you want to avoid/skirt over in our threads. Just let me know and I'll keep it in mind.

If you're using unreadable font in your info pages or blog, I won't bother. I'm here to read and write, not to increase my glasses prescription.

I archive my blog using the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine. If you don't want your content archived, do not interact.

I account-hop often. If you can't reach me at @hackshaw-d, try messaging me at @acidcorrodes. I also prioritize replies to my 1x1 roleplay with Dmitry at @nyantry. You're welcome to read, but it's highly selective re: interactions.

Republicans DNI.

Note: I will often include Dmitry in threads here. This blog is a sideblog to @hackshaw-d, where I primarily write him as the main character. The two are, however, inseparable and they exist in the same universe and timelines, so anything that happens here or at her sideblog may be referenced in the other in any threads that occur in the same verse. The separation into a sideblog is just for my own convenience.

Previously: dmitryhackshaw -> nyantry -> @acidxcorrodes -> @acidcorrodes

Other blogs: @hackshaw-d, @nyantry, @camsweb

Last updated: 2024-11-18

#ooc #pinned post #later will add more info and also documentation of my tagging system

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sigynappreciation · 4 years ago

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Sigyn Meta: Who is Sigyn?

A Norse Goddess who is known for being the wife of the Trickster, Loki, and holding the bowl to protect him from the snake’s venom.

But besides that, Who is Sigyn? What does she mean to others?

Journey with me as we explore who she is -- not only in the mythologies, but in other forms like the Marvel Comics, Worship and through fans.

#JusticeforSigyn

Sigyn’s Origins (Mythology):

Sadly, not many stories that have Sigyn in them have survived till today. She is only attested in the following works: Poetic Edda & Prose Edda.

In the poem, Lokasenna, the most famous of poem’s with the couple, it talks of how Loki has been bound by the gods with the guts of his son, Nari, and how his son, Vari, has been turned into a wolf. The Goddess Skadi fastens a venomous snake over Loki’s face, from which venom drips. Sigyn, stated as Loki’s wife, stays by his side and holds a basin under and catches the venom so it won’t drip onto her husband, but when the basin grows full, she pulls it away to empty it, during which time venom drops onto Loki, causing him to wither so violently that earthquakes occur that shake the entire earth.

In the poem, Gylfaginning, Sigyn is introduced in Chapter 31 as being married to Loki and that they have a son by the name of “Narfi or Nari”. She is then mentioned again in Chapter 50 where events are described differently than in Lokasenna; Vali, described as a son of Loki only, is changed into a wolf by the gods and rips apart his brother, “Narfi or Nari.” The guts of Nari are then used to tie Loki to three stones, after which the guts turn to iron, and Skadi places a snake above Loki. Sigyn of course catches the venom in a bowl. This process is repeated until he breaks free, setting Ragnarok into motion.

In the poem, Skáldskaparmál, Sigyn is introduced as a goddess, an Æsir, where the gods are holding a feast for their visitors and in kennings for Loki: “husband of Sigyn” and “cargo [Loki] of incantation-fetter’s [Sigyn’s] arms.”

Sigyn’s name means “Victorious-Girlfriend” in Old Norse.

Sigyn may appear on the Gosforth Cross and has been the subject of an amount of theory and cultural references.

She appears in the 9th century skaldic poem Haustlöng from pagan times, written by the skald Þjóðólfr of Hvinir. Due to this early connection with Loki, Sigyn has been theorized as being a goddess dating back to an older form of Germanic paganism.

Sigyn in Worship/Honor:

I’ll be speaking on this through my personal experience of working with Sigyn while also sharing some tid bits of basic info from others on this subject. I’m someone who works with Sigyn primarily, but sometimes gets help from Loki.

A Lokean is someone who honors Loki as their primary deity ( or at least one of their primary deities.) Most are polytheists that respect a variety of worldviews and a wide variety of gods. FOR MORE ON THIS SUBJECT, VISIT THIS BLOG: https://lokeanwelcomingcommittee.tumblr.com

For those who work with Loki, you will also find yourself working with Sigyn. And sometimes you don’t even need to work with Loki first in order to work with Sigyn (like me!)

Sigyn is usually a calming and motherly presence. Loki is protective over her, but they usually work in unison together to help.

SMALL DEVOTIONAL ACTS TO SIGYN:

Holding the Bowl: It is a reflective act of Sigyn holding the bowl to protect Loki from the snake’s venom. This is usually the major one.

Helping to support mothers (especially single mothers)

Support single parents

Supporting Women’s Rights

Keep fighting through the hardships

Wear earthy tones

Commitment in everything you do.

Help others, but remember that self-care is important too

More devotional acts

KENNINGS/HEITI FOR SIGYN:

Wife of Loki

Incantation-Fetter

Lady of Staying Power

Lady of Unyielding Gentleness

Lady of the Unconquerable Heart

Mother of Narvi and Vali

North Star

Victory Woman

Lady of Loyalty

Loki’s Treasure

Devoted Mother

Lady of Endurance

Goddess of Constancy

Goddess of the Heart

Goddess of Neglected Children

Goddess of Comfort

Healer to All

Mother to All

Beloved of Monsters

SIGYN’S VIRTUES:

Strength

Loyalty

Grace

Humility

Gentleness

Charity

Constancy

Love

Endurance

Patience

Simplicity

Mindfulness

Compassion

I’ll cover more on this subject soon in a separate post, but this is the basic.

Sigyn in the Marvel Comics:

Sadly, Sigyn is not portrayed the best in the Marvel Comics of Thor, resulting in her being missing from the comics since 1996 and practically killed off (only being referenced to in flashbacks.)

Loki comes across her and desires to have her. However, she is already engaged to an Asgardian named Theoric, who Loki has killed and ends up taking on the disguise of in order to take Sigyn for his own. On their wedding day once the vows are said and done, Sigyn accepts her duty as his wife, granting her the title Goddess of Fidelity by Odin.

She doesn’t have much of an agency or personality besides being Loki’s faithful wife in this.

Fans wish for her to make a comeback in the Comics and MCU with better characterization. Hence, much Fanfiction, Cosplay, Roleplay and Fanart has been made of others own interpretation’s of Sigyn and #JusticeforSigyn is shared around in hopes of this.

LIST OF SIGYN COMIC APPEARANCES:

Thor Vol 1 #275 (First appearance, 1978)

Thor Vol 1 #276

Thor Vol 1 #277

Thor Vol 1 #278

Thor Vol 1 #301

Thor Vol 1 #302

Thor Vol 1 #303

Thor Vol 1 #307

Thor Annual Vol 1 (9)

Thor Vol 1 #313

Thor Vol 1 #321

Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe Vol 1 (1)

Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe Vol 2 (1)

Gamer’s Handbook of the Marvel Universe Vol 1 (1)

Thor Annual Vol 1 (14)

Thor Annual Vol 1 (19)

Thor Vol 1 #479

Thor Vol 1 #483

Thor Vol 1 #484 (1995)

Thor: The Legend Vol 1 (1) (1996, last appearance)

Avengers: Loki Unleashed #1 (2019, first & only modern day appearance since 90s. FLASHBACK ONLY)

LIST OF SIGYN MENTIONS IN COMICS:

Thor Annual Vol 1 #10 (1982)

Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe Vol 1 #11 (1983)

Thor: Asgard’s Avenger Vol 1 #1 (2011)

Mighty Thor Vol 1 #12.1 (2012)

Loki Vol 3 #1 (2019 - referenced)

Sigyn and her impact with Fans:

Sigyn is still not that well known among others, but there is a small community of us fans who honor her through all forms she is displayed and her relationship with Loki. This is the reason this blog and @dailylogyn were created: to help unite fans and spread the word of Sigyn and her relationship with Loki through appreciation and education.

Fans also show their appreciation for Sigyn through Art forms like Fanfiction, Cosplay, Fanart & More! The cool thing is that she can be interpreted however you wish, but her love for Loki and her compassion is always her strong points.

There is a tag #JusticeforSigyn in order to help give her the proper attention she deserves. MORE HERE.

FANARTISTS:

I’m not going to post any of their art here in order to make others visit their blogs and give them the appropriate credit they deserve.

Let’s support content creators! <3

@nanigram/Nanihoo: This artist makes wonderful fanart of her own interpretation of Sigyn and her relationship with Loki (plus their children.) You can usually find most of it on Deviantart.

@sigynart: This artist makes lovely art of Tom Hiddelston’s Loki, but has recently come out with their own interpretation of Sigyn and has even started to draw Loki & Sigyn together.

@dank-art: This artist makes a lot of interesting twists to Sigyn and Loki either if it’s a modern look, an alternate universe or a certain aesthetic of the couple. They have a lot of amazing concept designs concerning Sigyn and Loki!

COSPLAYERS:

@bubbleteycosplay: She is known as the German Sigyn! This cosplayer has done a wide varieties of different versions/outfits of Sigyn. Besides here, you can usually find her on Instagram, Deviantart and other websites. She also helps inform others on Sigyn and her relationship with Loki.

In fact, HERE IS A LIST she has created pertaining to other Sigyn Cosplayers. I’ll list the others below though with links to their pages:

Vontrug (Instagram)

lady_laufeyson (Instagram)

Mizerious (Instagram)

Maryintothewoods (Instagram)

danni_darling (Instagram)

I myself am planning to join these wonderful cosplayers too as I work to create my own Sigyn cosplay as well. :) They are all such an inspiration!

CONCLUSION:

I could go on and on about the subject of Sigyn. She’s an amazing, caring and loving goddess who teaches us many helpful traits we need throughout life. Despite still not being that well known, she is greatly loved by this community -- and none other than Loki.

Hopefully someday she will make a comeback in the Marvel world and get the proper characterization and love she deserves. Till then, us fans will continue to share the love, joy and appreciation we have for Sigyn and her relationship with Loki, welcoming anyone as Sigyn does with open arms and loving hearts.

SOURCES:

Holding the Bowl: https://lokeanwelcomingcommittee.tumblr.com/post/102422224083/a-bowling-tutorial

Lokean Welcoming Community: https://lokeanwelcomingcommittee.tumblr.com

Small Devotional Acts to Sigyn: https://bramblevitch.wordpress.com/2020/06/23/small-devotional-acts-to-sigyn/

Sigyn on Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigyn

Lokean Welcoming Community’s topics on Sigyn: https://lokeanwelcomingcommittee.tumblr.com/tagged/sigyn

Sigyn on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Sigyn’s Shrine: Who is Sigyn?: http://www.northernpaganism.org/shrines/sigyn/sigyn/who-is-sigyn.html

Sigyn - Norse Mythology for Smart People: https://norse-mythology.org/sigyn/

#sigyn #justiceforsigyn #norse mythology #marvel #logyn #loki and sigyn #sigynappreciation #sigyn meta #norse pagan #marvel comics #loki x sigyn

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years ago

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@arcangel-wings REQUESTED: Heya! I’m new to your blog and I really like your writing! Can I request Tenma Udai with an s/o who’s a baker while he’s in hs? So like he’s a delinquent and she’s a sweetheart who’s always giving people the stuff she bakes? Everyone thinks it’s weird but they fit together kinda thing 🥺?

A/N: Thanks for requesting!! This is über cute. Fem!Reader as alluded in the request^^

kilig. | udai tenma

word count: 2155

warnings: manga spoilers!!

(n.) the rush or the inexplicable joy one feels after seeing or experiencing something romantic

“Chocolate is the ingredient for love~!” you say after pouring what seems to be an entire bucketful of chocolate chips into your bowl.

Your friend Saeko has seen just about enough of your nonsensical chatter about baking, your boyfriend and your abundant love for both. Already exhausted from a recent scolding by the vice-principal, she decides that it’s better off to smile and nod rather than try to come up with a snarky remark for your innocent mania.

“T-That’s a lot of chocolate,” she blurts out. When she picks up her spatula from the bowl, the girl grumbles at the sight of a liquidy trail drizzling down the utensil. “Ahh geez, it’s not supposed to be like this, isn’t it? Katagiri-sensei’s going to fail me again...”

You smile and hand her a bowl of flour. “Don’t worry, Saeko-chan. Just add a bit more flour and you’re good to go! You can never go wrong with cookies.”

The halo above your head is nearly visible. Saeko swears she can even hear angels singing to her in the background as you mix away on your fragrant bowl of dough. You don’t even seem real—from your angelic grin down to your overwhelmingly flowery aura. It’s tough enough to imagine that you’d ever talk to her of all people, but to imagine you’d go for a guy who’s just as much of a thug...

Unthinkable! Saeko shakes her head. She’d thought you’d pulled a joke on her the first time you announced that you were dating... him. Udai Tenma, star of the Boys’ Volleyball Club, a red-hot beacon of undomesticated temper.

She’d always known you liked him—though which part of him you liked is somewhat still a mystery to her—and as much as Saeko wanted to protect you from those ruffians, that absolutely infatuated look in your eyes was too much to bear. And eventually, she succumbed to your incessant ambitions of high school romance.

“You’re a saint, dude,” she sighs longingly. “I don’t get how you’re still dating that guy. I’m not really one to say anything about this, but don’t you think Udai’s kind of a jerk with the way he treats you?”

You chuckle, like a sweet grandmother about to tell a nostalgic tale to her grandchildren.

“I suppose you can say that Tenma-kun is a bit shy. He likes to act tough and mighty when he’s around people, but he’s actually just a normal boyfriend with a very sweet tooth and a penchant for manga.”

Saeko scowls. “Normal’s normal, but you have to at least let him know that you have your limits too. I really can’t stand leaving the two of you alone, w-what if Udai breaks your heart, or worse—”

“Tanaka-san. If you have time for chatter back there, then surely, you’re finished with your cookies?” at the sound of the grouchy Home Economics teacher at the front of the class, Saeko quickly returns to her bowl in a sorry attempt to look busy.

Deciding to humor her interest, you lean towards her and whisper lowly. “I’ll be fine, Saeko-chan. He may not look like it, but Tenma-kun’s actually very cute.”

In her mind, it’s much easier to simply handcuff herself to you so that you’re under her watch at all times possible. But your gaze is nothing short of genuine—you really love this guy, and the fact that you’re still with him, assures Saeko even just a tiny bit that he might not be so bad after all... with you at least.

You’re already storming away in your little world of baking. It amuses your best friend whenever you’re off making your personal masterpieces (“‘Masterpiece’ is absolutely right!” she’d say while stuffing her mouth full of your mini tarts). Each and every one of your creations are whipped up with the utmost amount of love and care, and for just the right reasons, everyone’s been pestering you to set up a bakery after high school. Your regular patrons just happen to be the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball Club—with the addition of the lively Coach Ukai who is rather fond of how much filling you put into your red bean buns.

As regular as regular can be, you’ve found yourself visiting the Volleyball Club clubroom after school every Wednesday to hand out your treats to not only your aloof boyfriend, but also to his friends, his coach and the prostrated manager who direfully needs a pick-me-up. And suddenly, you’re ‘Karasuno’s Cookie Goddess’.

“Ah, you’re making another batch, Y/N?” Saeko perks up when you split your dough in half.

“Yep!” you giggle, essentially a high school student drowning in love. “I want to make something special for Tenma-kun today.”

“... What’s the occasion? Is it his birthday or something?”

You shrug, face absolutely alight. “Nope, I just want to give him a surprise~”

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Tenma isn’t exactly unapproachable. It’s just that people tend to avoid him at all costs. Perhaps you were just bold... or remarkably stupid, but if you hadn’t addressed him that day, life would’ve probably been drabber.

Your parents and your friends (with emphasis towards your overprotective Saeko-chan) had shown their unfiltered concern when the news of your relationship circulated like wildfire. What was the analogy they used, again?

“You’re like a rabid bridge troll and a rabbit! It doesn’t work!” You could only laugh at their valiant efforts of a correlation... if they were really trying to make one. But after a few more reassuring pushes and awkward family dinners, they’ve come to be more lenient about your little ‘liaison’.

But you never feel like you have to worry when Tenma is around. In fact, when Tenma is around, you feel calm—even when he’s spouting off curses to a taller rival.

There’s a warmth unlike any other when he holds or kisses you. And though you’d have to drive him through hell and waters to say it out loud, you already know that every action he does for you is out of love. Words are material, it’s the action that counts, right?

“Sorry for the intrusion~!” you call out into the open doors of the Boys’ Volleyball Club’s space.

A flash of obnoxious yellow hair flashes before your eyes and suddenly, an imposingly tall figure appears in front of you out of nowhere. “Cookie Goddess!”

“Good afternoon, Yukimura-kun,” you smile. “Is there only you right now?”

“I’m here too, Y/N-chan,” the lax-faced captain Tokito emerges from the room in the midst of zipping up his jacket. His eyes flicker towards the packages in your hands and a smile cracks on his face. “Ooh, chocolate chip cookies today~”

You quickly raise the fragrant bags of treats into their view, bringing in the remaining swamp of boys from the clubroom. Suddenly, the common hallway is blocked by an influx of starving teenagers who are rampaging on about your existence.

“So good...” Yukimura murmurs dreamily, mouth full of chocolate. “Man, anyone would be lucky to have you as their wife if you were to cook them these everyday.”

A brazen first-year with frosted tips elbow him and sighs. “Too bad you’re taken, huh, Y/N-chan-senpai? If it were me instead of him, I’d always make it a point that ‘Heeey... guess what my girlfriend made for me today~ Isn’t she the best—”

“Oi, brat. Whose girlfriend do you think you’re talking about?”

The gangle of boys freeze up simultaneously at the grouchy voice behind you (aside from Tokito, who’s yawning at the whole ordeal). Whipping around to the dark aura boring holes into your back, you immediately light up at Tenma’s presence.

“Tenma-kun~!” you launch at him with your arms wide open. You’re ready for some sort of swerve from him, so you make sure you protect his bag of cookies with your arm... You’ve learned this counter-attack the hard way, of course.

But what you don’t expect is that your boyfriend makes no move to avoid you at all.

“H-hey! Don’t just lunge at me like that, you idiot! What if you fell down and knocked your head open?” Ah, at least the embarrassed comment is there.

You can only smile at him kindly. From the edge of your eyes, you swear that you can see a light blush dusting his face as your boyfriend gains newfound interest in your shoes.

“Come with me for a while,” he finally grumbles, effectively breaking the silence between the both of you. Grabbing your hand, Tenma leads you down the little aluminium staircase, eliciting small grates from the steps below you and a mass of curious whispers from the group you’d just left behind.

“Hey, Udai-kun~” Tokito calls out, a lilt of roguery in his tone, “Make sure to get back in time for practice, okay? And keep Y/N-chan in one piece, won’t you? We can’t get another Cookie Goddess if you don’t.”

When he turns into a secluded corner away from the prying eyes of his teammates, you can hear him audibly huff and mutter something under his breath. As silence lingers between you, you nearly forget about the reason why you came to visit.

“I made some cookies for you, Tenma-kun,” you say to him, urging the neatly wrapped bundle into his hands. “I hope you like it.”

You can clearly see the hesitation in his eyes when he takes it in his hands. You can probably guess why.

(“Y/N, your skills with a knife are scary, dude,” Saeko grimaced as she watched you trail over the dough with the gleaming blade of your paring knife.

“Aaand... done!” you proudly wiped the sweat off your forehead. It would’ve been more helpful with a cookie cutter around, but you figured that it would’ve been more heartfelt otherwise.

‘Heartfelt’, you pondered on the word for a moment. Would this be too heartfelt for such a rag-tag person like Tenma? It would probably be better to go for something simpler, just like the other days...

Nah. You shook your head as you chucked the tray of heart-shaped cookies into the oven.)

You’re hoping for a shocked response from him, but Tenma only grumbles meekly. You brace yourself for another scolding for acting too chummy with him, or being too affectionate, or—

“You shouldn’t get too close with other guys.”

Wait.

Tenma crosses his arms, the curls of his hair falling gently over his forehead. His pink cheeks darken into a soft maroon. “If they found out you’re giving me this sort of special treatment, they’ll be all over you the next day, asking for it too... I don’t like it.”

The laugh that rises in your throat threatens to burst. What is this, you think. Your stomach hurt from the mere image of this innocent “delinquent” professing his jealousy for you. If he was like this all the time, wouldn’t that be an interesting change... Aah, your boyfriend really is cute, isn’t he?

A giggle escapes you and you watch him jolt in chagrin. “Tenma-kun, you’re so red.”

“I’m not!” he yells rather briskly, then shoots back at you. “You can’t say I’m red when you were all burning up as you were giving me these heart-shaped cookies.”

Touché. “I’m glad you like them, Tenma-kun.”

His gaze visibly softens up as you give him an angelic smile. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.”

At times like this, you really do see the boy who’d shyly confessed to you under the shade of the summer ginko tree. It wasn’t anything of a distant memory, it was just that Tenma’s usual demeanour and your unrelenting tolerance hindered the both of you from being completely outward with one another. Maybe something like this isn’t so bad after all.

“I-I have to go back to practice. You can go home by yourself, right?” your boyfriend clears his throat, urging you to leave.

Though you wished the moment would last a little longer, you know there are other countless shared opportunities with him. “Mm-hm! You do your best in practice, okay?”

He ruffles your hair and chuckles endearingly.

“Atta girl. Now go home before Tokito catches me getting all touchy-feely with you.”

Bidding him goodbye, you sullenly trudge away from your boyfriend (and his friends waving back at you from the balcony). Then the idea strikes you.

Special cookies ought to have a special flair to them, no?

Cupping your hands around your mouth like a megaphone, you shout, loud enough for his teammates to hear. “I love you, Tenma-kun~!”

And the crowd goes wild.

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From: Tenma-kun ��

Subject: Untitled

(15:58) Now Tokito’s all over me thanks to you, making me do extra diving drills. You better make more of those cookies as compensation, idiot. Be prepared for it.

(15:58) Btw, don’t forget to look both ways when you cross the street on the way home. If you get into an accident, you won’t be able to apologize to me properly.

(15:58) ... Hey.

(16:00) I love you too.

#bruh haikyuu writing #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu #udai tenma #udai tenma x reader #haikyuu fluff #udai tenma imagine #udai tenma scenario #karasuno x reader #udai x reader #little giant x reader #sfw

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If Thor or Loki were to fall for a human, how desperate do you think would they be to make her immortal so they can be 'together forever', considering how short mortals live? Would they force immortality on her even if she dosen't want it? What do you think? Thanks, love your blog!!! :)

Thor Odinson-

When Thor first finds you and falls in love with you, he won’t be thinking about the fact that you are mortal.

That won’t become a realization for him until you get upset about some kind of sign of aging.

It happens to everyone at some point, it could be finding some grey hairs, clearer more apparent crow’s feet or laugh lines, whatever it is that you find makes you feel insecure.

Immediately he starts to fear that his time with you could be cut short, and he simply can’t have that.

If his mother is still around he shall go to her and ask for her assistance in figuring out a cure for your mortality.

Should she be gone he won’t hesitate to beg Loki for his help in finding a worthy solution to the problem.

Researching all the old lore, and even some not even of their own realm to see what might work.

Coming upon a tale that they were told as children of the mighty Goddess Idun who held the key to immortality, a fruit she could bestow upon those she deemed worthy of her blessing.

It was a long shot that the Goddess would even appear before them, but they prayed for her presence nonetheless.

Of course she knew of the young God, how could she not when he was Odin’s prosperous son?

Deciding to hear his plea, she asked him why he wanted to give you the gift.

Explaining how much he loved you, and how he could not bare to have you succumb to such an unfortunate fate.

You were someone he wanted to make his Queen, to rule Asgard by his side as he sat upon the throne.

Further telling her of how gracious you were, how you were kind to a fault, hardworking, and an overall good person deserving of it even if he was not.

Seeing the light behind his eyes speaking the truth in his words, she decided that you would be receiving the blessing, and by that her sworn protection over you.

An apple was presented to Thor, with the instructions that you had to eat it in its entirety then plant the seeds into the earth.

Bowing before her in thanks, Thor then rushed back to be with you hoping and praying that you would say yes.

Part of him wanted to not tell you, and just have you eat it but he couldn't bring himself to force the decision behind your back at first anyway.

Should you decide not to take it, however, he might be forced to get creative and figure out how to trick you into it.

Let’s say you don’t take it, he will grind it up (sans the seeds of course) and sneak it into a meal that he cooks for you.

Then after it is finished he will then go out that night and plant the seeds in the ground in secret, praying that you will forgive him later.

He can’t live without you, and he doesn’t want to. So while he respects your opinion, he can’t let you make the wrong choice.

If you take it, then all will be well, and likely he will then ask for your hand in marriage wanting to start the rest of your long lives together.

A King and God needs a Queen and immortal lover.

Forever bonded by love and life.

Loki Laufeyson-

[Warning: Do NOT attempt anything listed below! Based off research of a real belief regarded in certain types of magic. If this makes you uncomfortable please do not read!]

Loki isn’t the type to ask for permission before making you immortal, you are going to be with him until the last days of the realms whether you want to or not.

Even if your relationship is solid, he will still not ask you first before performing the ritual he discovered.

Knowing full well that he would not gain Idun’s blessing for all he has done in the past, he wouldn’t be worthy like his pure of heart brother.

So instead he turned to the one thing he could always rely on: Magic.

It had never let him down before, and he knew that he could expertly perform any ritual he found to be credible.

After much searching and many books read he found something that seemed to be legitimate.

While he wasn’t nervous about doing it, he was nervous about how you would react to it after the fact.

Usually he didn’t use his abilities on you for anything other than fun little pranks that never ceased to make you laugh every time.

This time he had to, and he felt he had to beg you for forgiveness later, but he was determined to keep you.

Knocking you out cold, your vision softly and slowly turned black as if you simply fell asleep.

Dragging you upstairs to where he had set everything up beforehand he placed you in the center of the circle.

Black candle on the south, red candles on east and west, and a white candle to the north placed along the circle.

Lighting the candles, the room became filled with light, flickering shadows across the walls of the space.

Hellsborne flower, lavender, and other herbs strategically placed in position around your unconscious form.

A golden chalice sat down by your head, inside placing a small amount of holy water, a drop of spider venom, the blood of someone pure and innocent, and then all that was left was to add your blood.

Pulling out a sterile knife specifically used in this kind of magic he kneeled down lightly slicing into your palm, just enough to produce blood.

Squeezing it over the chalice making sure a good amount was added before healing the wound back to normal, not even a scar left.

Swirling it around and saying a chant in Latin he barely understood, as he knelt down again, opening your mouth with one hand, pouring the contents into your mouth.

Rubbing your throat he helped you swallow it without choking or throwing it back up, knowing it would taste terrible.

A red aura surrounded you, as the ritual took effect, making it so you were indeed immortal.

No longer would you perish from old age, you will forever be in his arms and in his life.

Of course he knew there was a chance you would hate him for doing it behind your back, but to him, it was worth it for you to always be his.

Besides he had all the time in the world now to change your mind.

[Thank you so much for the idea! I hope that you enjoy and that it was what you were looking for!!!

#yandere marvel #marvel yandere #thor odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #yandere thor odinson #yandere loki laufeyson #Anonymous

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Inbox dump

(brace yourselves, I’m including the timestamps because these have been sitting forever and you may literally forget ever having sent one of these because they’re from so long ago 😬)

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Anonymous said: March 11th 2014 *Clears throat* Non-canon verse, uni AU probably *strums guitar and takes a deep breath* DUEEEEE TO A COMPUTING errORRR, dean and gabe are stuck as roomatesssssssss, whilesamandcascanbestucktogethertoo that'snotaneccesitybutitwouldbegreaaaaaaaaattttttttt, and veeery soon it turns into something of a friendship BUT THEEEENNNN dean fights with saaAAAM and gabe is like "dude stop being so upset" aND FLUFF HAPPEeeeeeEEEEEEeens! *stands up and bows* tyvm for accepting debriel though like omg <3

I’ve been rewatching some of Supernatural seasons 5 and 6 this past weekend, and it reminded me how much I love and miss Gabriel. I still maintain that Debriel is a super-underrated ship. The manic-chaos potential is *muah*. (see: #Debriel)

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Anonymous said: August 7th 2018 psst... light back tickles while cuddling in bed are pure™ and wholesome™

Good shit good shit good shit

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Anonymous said: September 19th 2018 I love science and go to public seminars as often as I can. I walked in to the most recent one (which I had picked at random), and it was on the science of tickling. There were demonstrations. There were hand gestures and finger wiggling. There were in depth descriptions of the anatomy and physiology behind ticklish spots. It was legitimately your Amateur Production’s fic, and I was Kevin. Worst of all it was 2 hours long. I think I died during it and my soul was sucked into hell.

Uhhhhhh where can I get a copy of the slide deck?? Asking for a friend. (see: #series: Amateur Production)

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Anonymous said: September 23rd 2018 your art skills have me shook in the best possible way

aaaahh thank you! Fun fact: I went to art school and even took illustration as a concentration area but I’ve hardly drawn anything for like ten years. When I do draw, it’s usually because there are feelings that I don’t wanna do words about. (see: #strings does art)

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Halo!anon said: September 27th 2018 A small, sinful part of Castiel had the urge to gloat. It was somewhat dampened by the fact that Dean was still under the impression that being abducted is peak romance."I can't believe you went out of your way to set up our second date!" He'd squealed, as Castiel tightened his restraints. - little excerpt of a sequel to Date Nights with Demons i had planned for months but abandoned. halo!anon

Your demented version of Demon!Dean is so entertaining 😄 (see: Date Nights with Demons)

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Anonymous said: November 6th 2018 Aaaaah your Gabriel / Kali drabble was adorable, I can't help but love seeing our mighty archangel reduced to a mass of giggles, and you write Gabriel so so well <3. I love your writing your stories always brighten my day ^^

It’s so rare for him to let his guard down, isn’t it? But when he does, he has a grand old time of it. :) (see: this drabble)

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sarah-lou-who said: November 8th 2018 1/4 Boo! The ghost of my online presence in the community is peeking its head in because I need help. I don’t have a platform or following to sound an alarm, so I’m using my platonic tumblr wife’s platform and following for me, because that’s what platonic tumblr wives do. Right? Anyway, I’m very actively fixated on Attack on Titan atm. You know this very well. You also know my predicament. I seem to have exhausted the entire supply of tickly AoT content I’m interested in that exists currently. 2/4 So, if you’re willing to publish these for me, I’m crying out into the vast TFB lands hoping that there’s someone out there to answer the call. I am in desperate need of tickly AoT content. I don’t know if anyone around here writes for it much these days. I haven’t found anyone. And I know beggars can’t be choosers, but it can’t be helped; I really only care if Eren is involved. Even better would be Levi, but I haven’t found ANYTHING involving him, so I feel like asking for that is futile. 3/4 I digress. Even after all this time I can’t keep my asks less than 50 parts long. So my goal here is that someone, somewhere, will by chance come across these, and be able and willing to either write fic of the tickly variety for Eren and/or Levi from Attack on Titan, or direct me to someone who can, if they know a person who knows a person who knows a person. (Sidenote, hi anyone who still remembers me! It’s Sarah, the more ticklish half of Leerah. I’m doing good and I miss you!) 4/4 (I hope you’re all doing well!) Thank you for letting me take advantage of your devoted followers, Strings! Love yaaa!!!

Ah, my platonic tumblr wife Sarah returns! (Digitally, anyway. Reality-wise, we hang out all the time and it’s probably very rude of me to have not published this ask for so long!) I keep teasing her that she has a Type, and that is dark-haired sulky badass who’d probably make a wicked ‘ler – AoT Levi, SPN Cas, FMA Roy, etc. So anyway, if anyone knows of somewhere I can point her to find the content she’s (still) craving, lmk!

Anonymous said: October 23rd 2019 I’m sorry if this is invasive in any way, but how is Sarah doing? I’ve been absent from Tumblr for a couple years and I see that her blog is now deactivated. I was just wondering if she’s doing alright and if she’s still around here on a different blog maybe?

See above! She doesn’t have a TFB community blog anymore, but she’s doing well. We’re quarantine buddies and helping each other out a lot. Very kind of you to ask! <3

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Anonymous said: December 2nd 2018 Hi, sorry to bother you but do you know what happened to prodigal-anon’s blog? It seems to have been deleted. Sorry again if you’ve been asked this before

No worries, friend! Here’s an answer for you!

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Anonymous said: December 13th 2018 I LOVE THE LOOPY SERIES! I love it so much, is there any chance you’ll be doing a part four? I’d give anything to see Cas and Dean tickle each other, it would be so cute 😍

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I haven’t entirely stopped writing... and Loopy 4 is one of those unfinished pieces that has seen a few additions lately. :) I’ve learned not to make promises about when something might get finished and posted, but I genuinely do believe this may be one of the first things that shows up once I’m ‘back in the game.’ Stay tuned... (see: #series: Loopy)

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Anonymous said: January 1st 2019 No no no you can't just stop there! I need more fluffy destiel with tickles and kissing! Pretty please?

I believe this is in response to Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight. Don’t you worry, anon – Dean and Cas are not done being fluffy on this blog!

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1832wasalongtimeago said: January 25th 2019 Hi I just wanted to pop in and say the Maintenance series is amazing!! The second part was doing things to my poor heart I’ve read it like 5 times already. You’re such an amazing writer and thank you fo writing for us!

I’m very flattered, but I can’t take credit for the Of Maintenance series – that’s the lovely work of ask-flip-frost! It does things to my poor heart, too, so you’re in good company. :)

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Anonymous said: January 26th 2019 Sam Winchester can take a lot of things. The one thing he CAN'T take? Someone using baby talk on him when he's being tickled. He collapses into a puddle of helpless giggles faster than a house of cards in a stiff wind.

Precious Sammy just needs to laugh and be held, doesn’t he? <3

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Anonymous said: May 17th 2019 Thor needs tickles. So. Damn. Much.

Oh this was from right after Endgame came out. Thor did make me feel some sads there. :( Poor bab.

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Anonymous said: July 25th 2019 hi! i’ve read your wonderful fics forever but i’ve never really sent anything like this before so i don’t really know what to say.. but i had a destiel tickly thought and really wanted to share it with somebody, so here goes i guess- dean is taking too long in the shower so cas decides to use his mojo from the other room to speed things along. and listens to dean’s echoey laughs through the door. that’s all. sorry if this is weird! okay bye have a good one

This is not weird and I may have delayed in telling you any of my feelings about it but I definitely have a doc somewhere that has some vague notes about how I’d like to write this because I like it!

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Anonymous said: August 6th 2019 Anhhgff your Good Omens tword fics are so cute snvfddf i never knew I needed that of my favorite husbands till now😳😍

I know, right?! They’re just dying to be dropped into every fluffy situation. (see: #Good Omens)

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Anonymous said: July 25th 2019 Poking my head in to say hello, hope you’re doing well still! I just got into Good Omens and I absolutely loved your fic! (I watched the show first because my book was taking too long in the mail lol) Also, the other week I somehow talked myself into making a tfb blog, after all these years of almost doing so before chickening out (this ask isn’t from it because I just hopped in here briefly in a private phone browser to say hi, it’s literally just august-anon though) ~August!Anon

August!anon, I’m always so happy to see you stop by! Tagging your (not-so-new anymore) blog so everyone can check you out: @august-anon

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hey-teenblog said: August 4th 2019 I love your fanfiction very much! They give me a lot of pleasant emotions. And most importantly, they, saturated with tenderness and love, gave me to accept myself as lee!! sorry for my english, i'm russian Love you 😘❤️

I will never tire of hearing things like this! Thank you for telling me. “Saturated with tenderness and love” is a such wonderful compliment about my writing – thank you very much! No need to apologize for language differences; I’m always impressed with anyone who manages to pick up English because it’s bonkers.

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Anonymous said: August 23rd 2019 Hi! Just found this blog and wondering some basic info. ** What fandoms do toy write for? ** Do you accept prompts? ** Do you write reader insert fics? Thank you lovley ❤️

Anonymous said: August 29th 2019 Do you write tickle fics for bnha?? Asking for a friend 👀👀

The only fandoms I have reliably been able to write for are Supernatural and Good Omens – but even Good Omens is a rookie player here. Supernatural is my main jam, and Destiel is my favorite flavor. I don’t do reader inserts, but I’m always “accepting” prompts. I just haven’t written many of them for quite a long time now, so you’re welcome to drop them as long as you’re okay with them collecting dust. (see: this selfsame post)

My About/FAQ page is very dusty right now, too, but there might be some useful tidbits in there for you.

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Anonymous said: November 12th 2019 okayokayokay. Have you watched Lucifer? It's on netflix, it's great, so much emotions and pining. (Also, y'know, reg. Luci stuff. He runs a club. Bad jokes. It's great.)

I haven’t, but it’s on my Netflix watchlist, so I’ll get there eventually! I saw a gifset once where he actually did the thing I see in winged fanfic all the time, where there was gunfire and he sheltered someone he cared about with his manifested wings. And honestly, that was the deciding factor for me.

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Anonymous said: November 16th 2019 Oh Man U listen to Critrole as well! Nice! Campaign 1 was awesome but also heartfelt and really gut-punching at points. Who is your fav so far, anyone you aren’t fond of? (& Out of interest do you have any tickle related thoughts on the main crew or upcoming Fics we can look out for? As you said it’s tumbleweeds out here for this fandom’s tickles and I’ll take anything really 😂!) Hope u enjoy!!!!!

It’s STILL tumbleweeds out here and it’s making me crazy! My heart belongs to Vax primarily, Percy secondarily. I don’t really have cohesive thoughts or headcanons about anything, unfortunately. I do have this one mental picture that keeps coming up that I keep wanting to see art of (who knows, maybe I’ll commission somebody someday?) – of ridiculous brute Grog just lifting Vax straight up in his arms and gettin’ wiggly with his fingers while all Vax can do is laugh and pry and kick while absolutely nobody helps him.

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Regarding #series: Accessor:

Anonymous said: August 31st 2015 I would like to see accessor!verse cas using feathers on Dean!!! and NIBBLES and RASPBERRIES and TEETH and TONGUE and WOWWWWWW

ME TOO, FRIEND. It’s been aaaaages since I published anything new for the Accessor AU, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been going back to my unfinished docs every once in a while to add a few lines here and there. ;)

Anonymous said: October 29th 2016 Prompt: Cas is put in charge of getting a treaty with a neighboring country that shares a lot of the same customs, including Accessories, with certain... twists (think Bracelets AU) and treats their personal slaves (like Accessories) like people (listening to opinions, giving proper care, etc.). The foreign diplomats keep bringing that up and talking to Dean. Cas isn't sure he can make it though the diplomatic proceedings. Also, he might be having improper thoughts about that custom and Dean...

I’m posting this here, but I’m definitely keeping this filed elsewhere because it’s FANTASTIC.

Halo!anon submitted: June 4th 2018 I can’t help but imagine how tickling must play a part in other aspects of society in the accessor ‘verse, besides the sessions between master and accessory. So here’s some imagines and headcanons, with a touch of worldbuilding. (Warnings, besides the usual for this AU: death mention, reference to past trauma.)

- Among the high class, during parties and other celebrations, it’s seen as a common courtesy to string up one’s personal accessory in the center of the room and let the guests entertain themselves with them. Lord Castiel never does this with Dean, much to his fellow nobles’ disappointment; the mere suggestion had Dean quaking as things he’d rather forget came back to bite him.

- Every so often, a petty criminal(the poor man’s accessory, if you will) is placed in stocks in a small town’s square and left at the mercy of the very people they used to menace. What happens next usually involves honey, some sheep, and plenty of begging. A guard stands by to warn people, “No hurting, only tickling. Everyone please wait your turn, they’re not going anywhere any time soon.”

- Certain monastic healers perform tickle therapy as a treatment for anxiety, stress, and other “diseases of the soul”, as they call them. Balthazar himself proposed the idea, because of course he did. The rich usually indulge in this kind of therapy secretly, due to its undignified nature. Some contemplate the possibility of training accessories to tickle in the future, but it’s still a big taboo.

- Every town has a folktale about a tickle monster. Curiously, many of them involve controlling plants and attacking through dreams. The southern communities still have a giggle remembering that one time six years ago when Michael offered to hunt down one such monster and came back with Crowley, a sleazy drunkard with a fetish and a dream, sitting in a cage and wearing a mask.

- The Masters sisters, Lillith, Meg and Ruby, have a long history with law enforcement. Their favorite pastime is snatching unlucky merchants off the roads and tickling them into coughing up everything they have. Everyone is sure they had a hand in Fergus"Crowley" Macleod’s untimely demise by ferocious attack hounds, but they’re very good at covering their tracks. They’ll help you cover up your tracks too, if you’re a friend- ask Bela Talbot.

I might make a second part if I get any more ideas. I hope you enjoyed this! -Halo!anon.

I am very fond of you indeed, Halo!anon. These are so creative!

hypahticklish submitted: July 24th 2018 Accessor!Ideas:

~ Gabriel leads a furious rant regarding Prince Lucifer/Sam to Castiel, relating back to perhaps dealings he has directly had with the Prince between their two unstable-yet-truced Kingdoms. Castiel relates with similar views shared by Gehenna’s councilor(s).

~ Dean and Sam BM where the audience learns more about their homevillage. Dean starts it after a rather morose remark from Sam and ends with Sammy smiling and stealing my heart.

~ Balthazar helps Sam in several ways: 1) Learns the Sam was originally a psuedo-Advocates apprentice, as well as herbalist nephew when Sam identifies the components to some salves/medicines he’s making (he had been explaining what he was doing in an attempt to spare himself being attacked like the first couple times) 2) Calls Sam out on being intelligent and making a recklessly stupid choice by selling himself to find Dean. 3) Removes Lucifers mark. And maybe perhaps: 4) Allows Sam to assist in his own healing/medicine making under his careful observation, feigned as needing two sets of hands to do correctly and his assistant was running an errand, to assess his skills. 5) Offer he work in the hospice under him, apprenticing, should Gabriel allow his intelligence not go to waste. It’s not what Sam really wants to do/learn, but it’s better than doing nothing.

~Dean officially thanks Castiel for saving Sam. I’m talking full feels, single man tear sorta thing. And Castiel says “there was never another option” and then its schmoopy sweet with the kisses and the tickles and the Cas saying he loves Dean back!!!!!!!! swoon.

~ Kali!Likes!Sam’s!Spirit! Give me a dinner scene with Gabriel, Kali and Sam where hes holding his own in a diplomatic conversation with them when he nearly crosses a line (maybe something classist? Making it clear that Cas and Gabe are the exception to his experiences) and she says “I like this ones fire. He reminds me of you, my love.” *grabby hands*

~ Prince Lucifer sends a message to Gabriel requesting (threatening) his Helpmate be returned to him for a handsome reward. Sam somehow sees letter and gets spooked because DRAMA. Gabriel responds to Lucifer with the Chief Advocate equivalent of “Fuck Off”

You, my friend. YOU. All these feelings about Sam? Top-notch, and I shall be borrowing them, yes I shall.

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Regarding #android!Cas:

hypahticklish said: January 23rd 2016 Android!Cas deciding today is the DAY. Dean has been teasing him lately that he likes these strange sensations that have him using all his back-up generated power to not accidentally break Dean's bones and challenging him with that cocky smirk and relaxed confidence. Android!Cas practicing during time while Dean rests with holding objects with similar density to the human wrists with enough gentle force that they neither fracture or slip from his grasp. Android!Cas surprising Dean by turning the tables and pinning his wrists over his head while settling himself on Dean's thighs. Android!Cas not necessarily tickling at first so much as just touching like he had been wanting to so as to catalog how his best friend feels with his new technology. Android!Cas feeling that bubble of FEELS in his chest as he listens to Dean swear at him with positive physical actions negating his harsh words, growing more amused as the bubbling giggles begin. I love Android!Cas

Anonymous said: January 23rd 2016 Android!Cas figures out his own strength comes in handy for more than just retaining himself during tickle fights. When he surprises Dean, Dean tends to squirm and fight back a little (even though he told Cas to get him back as part of the experience), so Cas uses his strength to gently hold Dean down while ticking him. Dean's never been held immobile before so it's a new experience for him, but he ends up liking it. Cas notices how Dean relaxes into his hold after a minute or so. Cas doesn't fail to use this knowledge about Dean, coming up with teasing words and methods of ticking to make Dean all squirmy and giggly, taking special notice of how light tickles effect Dean even more than most other touches, using that specially designed soft brush meant to gently clean Cas' delicate computer chips.

Anonymous said: February 17th 2016 I'm joining in on the Android!Cas thing, if not too late. Perhaps Android!Cas has detachable parts, like a foot, and Dean is a jerk and runs off and hides with it all the while tickling it and making fun of Android!Cas's increasingly desperate attempts to get it back.

Y’all, careful deliberate curious determined ‘ler Cas is LIFE. And, reserved confused helpless adorable ‘lee Cas is also life. Detachable and extensible parts are probably key to both of these things.

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Regarding current personal circumstances:

Anonymous said: January 14th 2020 I pray that you’re able to find peace during this difficult time. You are loved more than you will ever know. I know it’s hard to believe, but there will come a time that you are thankful for this experience, because it will have turned you into the person you are truly meant to be. Be strong and be hopeful. Keep your faith and keep knowing that you are going to be okay. Don’t let this dark time destroy the magnificent light inside of you. Sending you so much love

Anonymous said: January 17th 2020 I’m so sorry you’re struggling. Hang in there! We’re all here for you!

Anonymous said: February 11th 2020 all my love, thoughts and prayers are going towards you right now. also wanted to just drop a little thank you note in your inbox for all the light and joy i've found in your fics over the years. im sitting half way through my first year at uni currently but ive been a fan of yours since early highschool and i feel like ive almost grown up with your writing and fanfics in a strange way, so thank you so much for that. sending all my love to you once again- you are so strong x

I love you all so much.

#blog maintenance #ask #you people are too kind #prompt #Accessor 'verse #android!Cas

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This Time Around - Chapter 19

A Daryl Dixon x OFC collaboration written by @xmistressmistrustx by request of @txladyj-blog

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character

Tags: Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Crush, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Mild Smut, Strong Language, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Some Canon Scenes and Dialogue

Chapters 24/?

Aaron had been saying he was going to fix the creaky decking outside the front door of his house for months. His busy recruiting schedule and his role as general adviser and the person to aid Deanna in her decisions meant that he had very little spare time. When he did, he often pitched in at the vegetable patches or with supply runs. Not many of Alexandria’s residents were used to leaving the compound and some of them had never been outside of the walls. So, Aaron volunteered so the others didn’t have to.

Jess stood on the squeaky panel and exhaled through her teeth. She’d been standing in front of the door for around ten minutes, tied up in the decision of whether or not to attend the party after all. Aaron was graced with a glimpse of the dress and had given her his expert opinion that it was, in fact, the perfect length and that she didn’t have anything to worry about. But she still rammed the point home that it didn’t mean she was definitely going to attend.

Annoyed at the thought of being unable to remove her foot from the panel without alerting the occupants of the house to her presence, she shrugged her backpack off and pulled the zipper back, rubbing her thumb over the fabric of the dress. A make-up bag that she’d taken from the hotel supply run clunked to the bottom of the bag. She found it hard to believe that she’d even got that far, to the point where she was about to ask Aaron and Eric help her get ready for a party that was undoubtedly going to terrify her, all while wearing something she felt exposed and vulnerable in. However, it couldn’t be said that Jess shied away from change and progression, having survived for months alone on the outside and teaching herself a whole new set of skills. If she could do that, she could go to a stupid party.

She took a quick glance down at herself. Her heavy, knee high boots, her thick but tight jeans, her armored top, hooded jacket and her arms covered by archery bracers. This was how she was comfortable now; this was who she had become. She was never a dress wearing, social butterfly. But all she had to do was show up. Show up and show her face.

Eric let her in once she’d built up the courage to knock on the door and she saw Aaron emerge from the kitchen.

“Evening” she grunted at them both.

“Parker. You made a decision?” Aaron inquired, noting the backpack in her hand.

“Actually, I did.” She replied.

Reaching up with one hand, she took her hood down and pulled off her mask. Shaking her long dark hair free. Eric and Aaron’s faces drop with surprise and they swapped stunned glances.

“Anyone any good with make-up?” Jess asked nonchalantly

“Oh my god” Eric squealed, tapping Aaron’s arm

“Hi. I’m Jess.” She said with a small and nervous smile “nice to meet you.”

It was the first time either of them had ever seen her face. The persona she’d created to enable her to work inside Alexandria was now on its way out. No longer feeling the need to be nothing but a silhouette with one name, Jess felt she owed to Aaron and Eric to reveal the truth in order to thank them for their unwavering kindness. Aaron slowly approached her and she noted the affection and pride in his eyes.

“I knew you were pretty under there” He stated.

“Jess.” Eric echoed “That’s your real name?”

“Yes. Jessica. Just call me Jess.” She confirmed. “Parker was my brother’s name”

“Why now?” Aaron asked

“We’re not wired to be alone” she whispered “you guys are good to me. You deserved to know the truth first. Besides, can’t go to this party wearing a mask. It doesn’t match my dress”

Both men appeared taken aback once more and Eric lowered himself down onto the arm of the couch.

“You’re not taking your mask to the party?” He questioned.

Aaron already knew the answer, she was done with being incognito and a mystery. Now, she was going to be Jess, she was going to be herself and he had a sneaking suspicion that a certain crossbow wielding archer had something to do with it.

“Didn’t you hear her?” He turned to Eric “She said it won’t match her dress” He grinned.

“You have a dress?!” Eric questioned. Aaron laughed and beckoned for Jess to hand over her backpack

“She has a dress.”

Make-up was another thing that Jess was not proficient at. A smidge of foundation and mascara were about the lengths she went to before the turn and in the apocalypse, she hadn’t expected to have to navigate the treacherous world of how much effort it took to be a girl. When Eric confessed to knowing a little about make-up due to his time working in theatre, she let him take control and trusted him not to turn her into a laughing stock. When he was done, she sat at the dining table in front of a mirror and studied the image of the girl staring back at her. Her blemishes were covered, her eyebrows shaped and her eyes larger, more defined with curled lashes. Her lips were tinted pink and her cheekbones more defined.

“Doesn’t look like me,” She said under her breath.

“Yes, it does” Eric corrected “It’s just the enhanced version. You don’t like it?”

He picked up a pack of wipes from the table, poised and ready to rub it all off for her until she tilted her head to one side at her reflection in a pensive and tense pause. Behind them, Aaron stood with his hands on his hips, smiling down at her.

“Actually. I love it. Thank you.” She grinned as she pointed at the mirror “I have cheekbones”

“Mighty fine cheekbones they are too. You’re welcome.” Eric said, giving her shoulder a pat and collecting up scattered make-up items from the table. When he left the room, Aaron took a seat beside her and drummed his fingers on the table and leaning in to her to move her attention from her newly made-up face to him.

“Are you going to tell him?” He asked.

“Hmm? Tell who, what?” She answered with no clue what he was referring to

“Daryl. You like him.” He stated plainly.

Jess focused back on her make-up in the mirror and shifted her eyes to see Aaron meet her gaze in the reflection. She stared at him with suspicious eyes, where could this have come from? She’d not breathed a word to anyone. It was like he was a mind reader.

“I don’t like him. I mean, I do. But not like that” She divulged

“OK.” He chirped

“OK?” She repeated after not expecting her lie to be believed.

“Yeah, OK. You’ll come to me once the denial wears off.” He said, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms. If his intuition was as good as Deanna always says it was, he could almost guarantee that she would give in and admit it if he just gave her space and didn’t push too much. The revealing of her face was a huge milestone and one that screamed ‘I trust you’ and so, Aaron thought himself to be the best person for the job. The job of pushing Jess to her next hurdle, admitting her feelings to the man she cared about.

Jess sighed deeply and looked down at her hands on the table. She swallowed and it felt like her throat had turned to sand. The painful truth of how she saw herself and the situation making itself known.

“I can’t ever tell him.” She whispered, not bothering to lie anymore. Her voice was so quiet, so broken that Aaron almost misheard her.

“Why not?” He questioned.

“He’ll never want me in that way.” She admitted sadly.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.” She turned to him, “I’m not that girl, Aaron. I’m not pretty and smart and beautiful.”

“Jess, you might feel that way, like to everyone else you’re somehow below them. But you’re kind of a big deal around here. To Alexandria and it’s people, to Deanna, to me and Eric and yes, to Daryl… you’re all kinds of amazing.” He watched her face closely as her eyes lifted up to his. “You are your own worst enemy. You don’t have to be perfect to be strong and brave and beautiful. I see how you and Daryl look at each other, it’s just that little bit too long for you to just be friends.”

Jess felt like crying at the understanding and thoughtfulness with which Aaron had delivered his take on who she was and how she was seen. But it still wasn’t enough to convince her to absolve herself of the burden of her feelings for Daryl. She was convinced her telling him the truth would only wreck things and so far, their friendship had grown to a level that she treasured.

“You’ve been reading too many self-help books” she joked with a thin smile.

“Maybe. But at least I know a person's worth.” He stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders over her Kevlar vest “I don’t want to hear you say anything like that again. You’re a badass. You hear me?”

“I hear you” she giggled.

With Aaron on one arm and Eric on the other, Jess sucked in a deep breath and grounded herself when Eric rang the doorbell to the huge, white, corner plot house that Deanna lived in. Inside, she could hear the bustling of a crowd of people, along with quiet music and chatter. In the grounds, some people smoked and wandered, the inside not having the capacity to hold everyone from the town. It hadn’t been easy to get her there and Eric and Aaron were expecting to have to drag her inside kicking and screaming. After two failed attempts to convince them to let her wear her usual clothes and stay for half an hour, they’d endured a meltdown over her shoes and what felt like seven million requests to assure her that her dress was not too short.

Jess drummed her fingers on both legs and soon felt both Aaron and Eric lower their hands to stop her when the door opened and Deanna stepped into view. She beamed at the two men and regarded Jess as if she were a stranger for a moment. It wasn’t until she stepped closer that her face lit up in surprise and she gently placed her hands on either side of Jess’s face.

“Oh my” She gasped “Parker?!”

She didn’t know what gave away her identity, she looked nothing like the machete wielding, hooded and masked archer of regular days. Maybe it was her arrival flanked by the supportive presence of Aaron and Eric that gave the game away. Or, maybe it was Deanna’s intuition alone.

“M-my name is Jess.” Her words felt they were too complicated to voice but there they were, in a stuttered mess and tumbling out with no control. “Not Parker. Parker was my brother…Uh, Hi”

Deanna stepped back enough to be able to see all of her with a wide grin. If she was shocked, she hid it well and came across as simply happy to be able to see who Jess really was.

“Hi, Jess. It’s so nice to finally see that face of yours and to know your real name” She told her sincerely.

“Thought you deserved to know who I am. You’ve been good to me.” Jess told her.

“Not as good as you have been to us.” Deanna felt the need to point out.

It wasn’t a secret that Jess’s hunting and security sweeps were paramount to the community and more recently, she’d been helping with supply runs. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Deanna that she appeared to be involving herself more and becoming less and less of an outcast. Her lack of mask at the party was a victory in itself.

“Please” She beckoned “Come in. enjoy yourselves.”

“I brought two dates.” Jess blurted out of nowhere “Guess men are like busses. Wait for one and then two come along at once. What’s a girl to do, huh?”

Deanna simply blinked and ignored the comment and Eric looked over at his partner behind Jess’s back and gave him a perturbed frown.

“That was weir -” He whispered.

“-Shh!” Aaron hissed.

Daryl stood with Carol, Glenn and Abraham and made no attempt to join in with the chatter. On several occasions, Glenn had tried to encourage him to have a beer only to be met with a curt dismissal and the notion that he really was not in the mood.

Jess’s arrival was met with a double take by Daryl. The first thing he picked up on was her lack of a mask, her true identity out there for all to see. Rick and Michonne hugged her and quietly communicated their happiness at her decision to show the rest of Alexandria who she was. People she didn’t know too well wandered past and shook her hand and she nervously told each and every one of them her real name, shedding her previous guise with each and every acknowledgement that she was, in fact, the notorious Parker. Only by the time she’d reached the buffet table, grabbed a handful of potato chips and returned to the protective wing of Aaron, Parker no longer existed.

The second thing he clocked was her attire. Her dark red dress cinched in her waist and showed off her curves. He found himself biting down on his lower lip and letting out a long breath as he watched people move in a conveyor belt like fashion to her, Jess accepting compliment after compliment and smiling politely when underneath it all, he knew she was screaming. Soft, dark curls rested on her shoulders and she’d never looked so feminine and elegant. It wasn’t entirely who she was, he recognized that much but try as he might, he just could not dislike what he was seeing. For the first time in as far back as he could remember, he found his attraction was of more of a sexual nature than he had realized. Moreover, he was beginning to face the fact that a dark red, shapely dress was not where it had started at all.

“Excuse me, folks, I have serious business with this here woman” Abraham's voice interrupted Daryl’s admiring of his best friend and sent a stab of anger through him.

Jess spotted the big, red-headed man through the crowd and instantly went to him, allowing him a short hug that he quite obviously tried to prolong by clinging to her a little too tight. When she coaxed him away from her, she caught sight of Daryl just past his shoulder. He nudged his head up at her in acknowledgement and she gave him a small wave, conservative and simple. He mirrored her, surprised she was even there, despite her telling him she would be, and happy about it nevertheless.

Abraham gave Jess a once over, carefully taking in every bit of her and her outfit from head to toe.

“Well, ain’t you a peach?” He grinned, “What do you say we uh, ditch this joint and make a little fun of our own?”

No matter how happy the sight of Jess made Daryl, Abraham’s shameless flirting managed to chip away at him. He hated the way she giggled and laughed at him, the playful way she slapped his arm and told him to stop. To the outsider, they looked like a new couple and that bothered Daryl. He moved closer, a morbid curiosity about what was being said. Aaron stood dutifully by Jess’s side and handed her a drink which looked like orange juice, but she looked down at the rippling, carroty liquid in the glass and sniffed it before she took a sip. A grimace spread across her face and she dipped her head, spitting the mouthful of drink back into the glass and quickly checking her surroundings for anyone that could be looking her way. She sneakily turned her body and then poured the rest of the drink into a plant pot behind her and clutched the empty glass as if she’d drank every last drop. Unbeknownst to her, Daryl was witness to it and it almost made him laugh out loud.

She’s adorable.

“You know she has a bow?” Abraham was rambling at Aaron and gesturing wildly at Jess.

“Uh, yes, I do know that.” Aaron replied.

“Ahh, a decent weapon of choice. You live by it; you die by it… and eat potato puffs by it. Pray to God you don’t have to use it again. Pray to God you don’t get used to not using it again. It’s on your back… even when it’s off your back. Hmm.”

Jess swapped an uneasy glance with Aaron. How could he be so drunk already? The party started less than an hour ago.

“Abe, how many drinks have you had?” she inquired.

“I am a very large man. I have had many beers to make up for that.” He slurred as he gave his stomach a rub and swallowed a burp. “What? I’m livin’, darlin’! You wanna live a little with me tonight?”

Jess rolled her eyes and giggled, along with Aaron, who was finding the whole exchange rather bizarre.

Daryl kept to the sidelines, next to Carol who wasn’t unaware of where his concentration was focused. She plucked a bottle of beer from the table beside her and handed it to him but he failed to notice while he was too busy glowering at Abraham belly laughing with Jess across the room. Carol nudged his arm and a restrained flinch told her he’d been snapped out of his thoughts. He peered down at the beverage in her hand and shook his head.

“Already told Glenn, I ain't drinkin’.”

“Why?” She pressed.

“’Cause I’m a shitty drunk.” He grumbled.

“Daryl, take the beer and relax.” She scolded, extending her arm further.

“Can’t.” He grunted, lifting his eyes back to Jess and Abraham. Carol followed his vision and nodded. Now, it made sense.

“Because Jess looks very beautiful and you can’t stop staring at her.” She stated bravely, adopting a bright smile and a smug glint in her eye. It was likely that he would go from zero to a hundred on the bad temper scale in seconds, but his moody nature didn’t scare her, she probably knew him best out of everyone and at times, could read him like a book. On this occasion, she was seeing something she’d never seen before, but she knew exactly what it was; Daryl had a crush on Jess. He turned his head to her, blinked a couple of times and without a word, snatched the beer from her hand and took a gulp so big half of the liquid was gone in one mouthful.

“No.” He argued. “Just hate parties.”

“So, you don’t think she looks beautiful?” She continued; aware she was treading on thin ice but enjoying the risk anyway. She was bold enough to enjoy poking at Daryl’s temper, knowing he would always forgive her and usually took jest in his stride.

“Didn’t say that.” He muttered under his breath.

“Maybe you should go tell her.” She suggested.

“What are ya doin’, Carol?” he demanded, feeling his temper being tested.

“What? I see things.” She said innocently.

“You don’t see shit. We’re friends.”

Not only was Rick dropping hints, Carol was charging in with her two cents like a bull in a china shop. Daryl felt like everyone could read his mind, like his innermost thoughts were being sent out in a daily memo and it was getting tedious. He wouldn’t be pushed into anything by anyone, especially if it would jeopardize the most precious relationship that he’d ever had with anyone. He’d told Jess he didn’t want to lose her again and that was a good enough reason to keep his thoughts to himself.

“Oh, OK. I still think you should tell her she looks nice. Friends do that, you know.” Carol suggested before breezing through the crowd and cheering a polite greeting to a woman that lived in the house across the street from them.

Needing to be preoccupied away from the alluring curves of his friend and her drunken admirer, Daryl decided to see what the buffet table had to offer and stood before it, clueless when he scanned the many trays of apocalyptic canapes. Shrugging, he selected one from the nearest tray, some kind of creamy substance wrapped in something green. He held it up between his thumb and forefinger and squinted at it.

The hell is that? Why don’t these people eat real food? Could have cooked up a stew or somethin’.

All too aware that she’d spent longer talking to Abraham than the one man she really did want to have a conversation with, Jess smiled when she spotted Daryl throwing random snacks into his mouth and appearing disgusted by every single one. She excused herself and took a quick walk past the drinks table. She selected a beer and set off in his direction with no idea what she was planning to say to him. Then, it didn’t even matter anymore, when she swerved to avoid another party goer and her heart jumped into her throat. Falling off her heels, she was plummeting backwards and the ceiling was in her field of vision, one of her legs raising up while the other lost its grip and all at once she’d accepted her fate; she was going to end up on the floor with her underwear on show, right in front of Daryl.

Abraham reacted extremely quickly for someone so full of beer and in seconds, his arms were under hers and he’d propped her back up on her feet, his hands still holding her waist.

“Easy! Looks like I get my consolation prize after all!” He roared with laughter. “Someone’s a cheap date.”

The smile plastered on Jess’s face couldn’t have been more fake. Her hands were shaking and her heart was pounding. She may not have hit the floor, but the scene was enough to draw the glances of almost half of the room.

Stupid fucking heels.

At that point, staying in the room was no longer an option. Jess needed an escape and raced through the house to the back door like a bat out of hell. Before he could even ask if she was alright, she thudded her beer on the buffet table and shot past Daryl, who had his mouth full with food he hated and had just had to endure Abraham catching the girl he liked as if it were something from a romantic comedy. He wished he was sat on the porch reading to Judith. He wished he was anywhere else but there, but Jess being with him would have been ideal.

Outside, the air was biting now night had fallen and Jess could see her breath but she cared very little if she died from hypothermia in that moment, in fact she welcomed the sweet release of death that would inevitably spare her from the scathing embarrassment she was experiencing. Aaron was hot on her heels the whole time and when she finally stopped pacing up and down the back porch, he held up his hands to halt her.

“Did you see that? I almost died,” She snapped.

“Well, that’s a little dramatic. You just fell.” He said, playing down the event.

“I can’t walk in these heels… they’re-they’re dangerous, who the hell even wears these death traps?! They’re like Stilts. Stilts! I was lucky, that could have been a whole lot worse. I mean, what if Abe didn’t catch me in time?” She rambled at a wide-eyed Aaron. “There would have been panties on show and everything! Maybe I should take the boots off”

She lifted a leg and attempted to maneuver around her foot to the zipper on her boot. Hopping around on the spot and swaying dangerously close to falling over again, Aaron took hold of both of her arms and steadied her.

“Leave the boots on, Jess” He instructed. “Chill. Everything’s fine.”

“My ass is cold.” She declared. “This dress is too short. I think I have a zit, too. Do I have a zit? Look, can you see it? It’s right there”

She jutted her chin out at him and pointed to an empty space that contained nothing but make-up and flawless skin.

“No. Will you relax? Please?” Aaron sighed. Her level of anxiety was now through the roof and no amount of soothing was going to help her. It was time to leave her to her own devices and hope she managed to calm herself. “Just, take a minute.”

“Let me stay here a while and people watch. I’ll come back in when I’ve gotten amnesia and the last few minutes have been wiped from my memory.” She pleaded. She was certain that some time without the pressures of a confined space and so much small talk would do her good.

“Ok, I’ll be just inside if you need me.” He assured her with a gentle squeeze of her arm.

Through the glass of the back door, Daryl could see Aaron’s failed efforts to quell Jess’s obvious discomfort. Once the coast was clear and he was sure she was alone, he set off in pursuit of her and discovered that she was slowly sashaying back and forth, nibbling on her thumbnail and shivering. When she turned to embark on another lap of the decking, she watched him step outside and slowly wander over to her. He looked apprehensive and held two beers in one hand with the other pushed into his jeans pocket. His hair looked slightly styled, straighter and neater than usual and she could clearly see his eyes, now not obscured by the usual messy waves of the front of his hair.

Oh shit. I don’t like him. I don’t like him. I don’t like him.

“Hi”

I like him.

“Hi. Welcome to the introvert side of the party.” She quipped sarcastically.

He lifted his shoulders, acknowledging the cold and how it nipped at his skin and held out the hand that contained the two, glass beer bottles laced between his fingers.

“Left it on the buffet table.” He reminded her, only receiving a lift of the corner of her mouth in thanks. She lifted it to her lips and swallowed a mouthful.

His breath billowed out in white clouds and he furrowed his brow. She had stopped walking around and was now stationary and trembling, hugging her torso. Daryl pulled his hand from his pocket, touching her arm with the back of his fingers.

“Fuck, Jess. Ya freezin’.” He remarked, seemingly shocked by her need to be outside in such cold temperatures because it was easier than being inside with other people who were all huddled in their groups, talking about the girl who forgot her mask and nearly ended up on the floor. He turned and vanished back through the door, returning seconds later holding a Navy-Blue coat. He took a step closer to her and she could feel his breath on the side of her face, he draped the coat over her shoulders and paused. Her gaze flickered to her left, where his eyes met hers and he could see their deep blue hue through her darkened eyelashes. Jess wasn’t sure how long he stood there with his line of vision darting from her eyes to her mouth but she did have the sight of his enthralled face imprinted into her memory. He licked his lips, cleared his throat and drew the lapels of the coat around her, crossing them at her front to keep her warm and finally, he moved back.

Ugh. Daryl! Stop being so perfect.

“Whose jacket is this?” she asked.

“I dunno.”

“Daryl!” She exclaimed “you just stole someone's jacket!”

“Ain't like they’re usin’ it. Ya gonna freeze to death out here.” He argued.

She chuckled at him and he briefly checked inside to make sure no one was looking for the coat. Having to take it off her again wouldn’t have gone down well for him and his effort be chivalrous and protective.

“So, whatcha doin?” He questioned, already knowing the answer from having seen everything through the back door. But he wanted to be near her, to talk to her, she was the only reason he had turned up, after all. Rick’s disappointment at his absence, he could handle. But giving up an opportunity to see Jess just didn’t make sense and now he’d seen her in a dress, he was glad about the choice he’d made.

“Honestly? Hiding.” She admitted.

“Thought so. Kinda intense in there, huh?” he mused. It was something they both had in common, the dislike for big, social events and being made to attend when it provoked nothing but unease and resentment.

“Don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Yeah” He huffed “same. Glenn’s tryin’ to get me drunk. Say’s it’ll ‘wind me down’. I’ma wind him down if he keeps on.”

When they both released breathy laughs, there was an instant of pure peace around them which Daryl wished he could have prolonged before she placed a hand on the rail of the porch and they entered into a long and awkward silence. She deliberately kept her vision cast out to the back yard, where she could barely see anything but it was all she could do to avoid staring at him and his scrubbed-up appearance. Daryl dragged his eyes over her body, her shapely legs in heels, her long eyelashes and accentuated cheekbones.

Trouble never looked so damn fine. He thought.

“Well, here she is!” Came Abraham’s booming voice through the door “She’s wearin’ my jacket! If that ain't a sign I don’t know what is!” He thudded over to Jess and hung a big arm around her shoulders. “You comin’ home with me, sweetheart?”

“Only to help Rosita kick your ass.” Jess laughed, noting Daryl’s stony face.

‘He’s a little drunk’ She mouthed to him.

“Can see that.” Daryl grumbled, stepping aside so Abraham could steer Jess back into the house, tucked under his arm like a prize.

Finding herself to be the topic of most conversations at the party, Jess was beginning to feel like a monkey in a zoo once all of the party-goers realized that she was the masked hunter of the town that never showed her face. To her annoyance, yet more people introduced themselves to her, shook her hand and spoke of how good it was to be able to see who she was. Jess couldn’t have disagreed more and in part, she regretted the decision to turn up in anything other than what she would normally wear. She could hide in her hood and behind her mask and still keep up the same facade that had protected her for so long. Now, she had to make small talk and mingle with the locals as if it came naturally, which it very much did not.

With Abraham in pursuit of more beer and Daryl apparently still skulking around outside on the back porch, Jess happened to end up alone. That was, until two well-presented brunettes and a blonde woman who Jess knew to have two young sons cornered her and set off on a rambling speech about how their kids had referred to Jess as ‘The lady’ since she arrived and she’d always been a mysterious figure to them that they swapped stories about and admired. She couldn’t think of the correct way to react and so spent a lot of time fake smiling and nodding until she spotted Carol walk past and hoped with everything that she had that she would save her from the nightmare that was chit chat with someone she hardly knew. When she didn’t, Jess was conscious of the fact that she’d been stood there for a good ten minutes and hadn’t spoken a single word. Worried she was coming across as ignorant, she was forced to come up with something herself and began to search her mind for a topic of interest when the atmosphere grew quiet and expectant.

“Did you know that the gestation period of Prion Disease, that’s what you get from eating human flesh, is ten years? I mean, that’s a long time when you consider that most diseases are only like 30 days. With the exception of some strains of Malaria that can incubate for up to a year. Then, there’s the side effects. Hooh! Not nice. Tremors, Dementia, hallucinations. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather starve!”

The blonde woman, whose name completely escaped Jess, blinked a couple of times and peered back at her with wide eyes while the two others looked away and pretended to find their drinks more interesting.

“Jess?” Carol cut in from behind her, having heard the tragic attempt at conversation. She cringed and just had to intervene to save Jess as well as the well-meaning woman and her friends that had just received and earful about the perils of eating other human beings.

“Hmm?” Jess hummed, oblivious to the fact that she’d just garnered herself a reputation as not only a little strange, but also as an expert on diseases.

“What are you doing?” Carol asked under her breath and away from any listening ears.

Jess sighed and pushed her lips into a thin line. “I’m really bad at small talk in social situations”

“I can see that. Let me handle this.” Carol offered, saving Jess the embarrassment of having to run through the gestation periods of any more diseases as gap fillers due to her lack of confidence with small talk.

Like a social butterfly, Carol adopted her best, polite voice and informed the small group that she would be borrowing Jess and apologized for interrupting them. Marching her out into the hallway, Carol asked if Jess was alright and was told that her time mingling with the locals had come to an end. She expressed her thanks for the much-needed rescue, retrieved a front door key from Eric and headed out of the house, turning in for the night and putting the party’s events behind her.

When she stopped at the bottom of the front porch steps and tugged off her heels, she heard footsteps on the decking but didn’t bother to turn around and check who they belonged to. By then, she’d had enough, her energy was sapped and she just wanted to crawl into a bed and sleep so she could wake up the next day and be herself again.

The dirt under her bare feet was ice cold and she rapidly tiptoed across to the grass verge that ran along the front of the houses. The footsteps were now following her and she had a pretty good idea of who they belonged to with even having to check.

“Why are you following me, Stinky?” She asked haughtily, taking a quick peek at him over her shoulder. He was strolling along, fingertips in his pockets and matching her pace.

“I ain’t. Just takin’ a walk.” He replied. Noticing the goose pimpled flesh of her forearms, he slid his leather vest off and tapped it on her shoulder. “Here”

She stopped and looked down at the garment in his hand, allowing him to reach around her and drop it onto her shoulders.

“Thanks. You’re quite the gentleman tonight.” She pointed out.

“Pfft. Hardly.” He mumbled.

She clutched onto the front of the vest with her hands and lowered her head, resuming walking and letting the leathery, smoky odor fill her head. The smell of Daryl. The journey was a short and wordless one with neither of them feeling the need to fill the quiet with wasted words. They’d both spend their time at the party doing just that and for both of them, it was a relief to finally just be around the one person that understood.

Stopping at the bottom of the steps at Aaron and Eric’s porch, Jess handed Daryl his vest back and evaluated his mood. For someone that had been trapped out of his comfort zone just like her, he seemed relaxed and reasonably content.

“So, you decided to take a walk at the exact moment I left. It’s a party, Daryl. People will think we’ve gone home together” She expressed

She didn’t know what she was saying or why, but it was, without a doubt bordering on flirtatious and it had been plucked from nowhere, like someone else was saying it and she was watching on in horror.

“Don’t give a shit what those people think.” He leaned on the pillar with his arm above him observing Jess settle on the top step of the porch and rub at the soles of her feet. “Hey” He said gently, causing her to glance up at him. “Thought ya said ya didn’t have no ties to nobody”

“I don’t.” She answered as coolly as possible

Except you.

“Seem pretty close to Abe. Throwin’ yaself into his arms like that”

She wasn’t sure if it was a dig, something that had bothered him so much that he felt the need to address, or simply a mocking observation which the half smile on his face alluded to. Wanting to avoid lowering the mood, she copied his expression and decided to take the less tedious option.

“I fell off my stupid shoes. I didn’t ‘throw myself’ at anyone.” She used her fingers to emphasize the quoting of his words as a message that she’d heard what he meant, loud and clear. “Why do you even care whose arms I end up in?”

Daryl bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from speaking before thinking. Being comfortable in her presence meant he found it easier to talk to her and tell her things than anyone else. But there were some things that would have opened a can of worms.

Because it should have been me.

“No reason” He told her. “You enjoy the party?”

It was an odd question, and one that she thought had an obvious answer, but she suspected he’d asked it purely to detract from the previous subject.

“Let me see. I fell off my shoes, told three random women all about what happens if you eat too many humans and spent more time outside on the back porch freezing my half naked ass off than inside with everyone else. So, no. I hated it. Did you?”

His shoulders juddered slightly as his amusement at her run down of the night became apparent. With every passing moment that she witnessed his shy, half smile, she liked him that little bit more and crushed on him that little bit harder.

“Naw. Not my thing.”

“At least we have that in common.” She remarked.

He was still leaning on the post of the front porch with one arm raised above him, his defined muscles exposed by his lack of sleeves and a small, demon tattoo caught her interest in his inner bicep. He sighed and scanned the street, and Jess cringed when she noticed the blonde woman from the party ushering her two young boys into their house. She counted herself lucky that she was sitting in the darkness of the porch and Daryl standing in front of her obscured her from any passing eyes. She waited for the woman to vanish from view and looked back up at Daryl, catching him skimming his eyes over her bare legs and up to her face.

“Ya took off the mask.” He stated, catching her off guard with the subject. She knew he’d be pleased about her lack of disguise. He’d made it crystal clear that he was not a fan of her mask from the start.

“Yeah, I owed it to Aaron, Eric and Deanna” She disclosed.

Shifting his arm above him, he started to gently jab his forefinger into the wooden structure, an absent-minded motion that signified he was thinking something over, much like when he chewed his bottom lip.

“Can’t believe how different you look” He expressed.

Jess couldn’t believe it either, when she’d seen her reflection when Eric was done with her make-up, she could have sworn it was a different woman looking back at her.

“I know, right, Eric is great with Make-up!” She chirped.

“Naw, I mean in general. Compared to the quarry” He corrected, seeing her pause and nod knowingly to herself.

“That a good thing?” She wanted to know. There were various occasions that she would have given just about anything to be able to see into Daryl’s mind and find out what he was really thinking. How he really saw her. But having to rely on his heavily veiled words was all she had to go on.

“Nothin’ wrong with ya either way.” He told her. “Y’know, if ya hide behind a mask for so long, you forget who ya are underneath it.”

“I know who I am” She tried to convince him. In truth she was getting there, getting back to the old Jess and if all her recent, embarrassing misdemeanors were anything to go by, she was doing extremely well.

“Naw, you’re still figuring it out.” He said, aware of exactly what was happening with her sense of self her “But I know you”

He lowered his arm and crossed the steps, now leaning his side on the railing in front of her. Having climbed a couple of the steps, he was mere inches from her and his close proximity set her heart racing. What was he doing? Why was he so close, leaning over her and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth? The faint smell of leather wafted into her senses on the breeze and she took a deep breath and collected herself.

“You think you know me? You think you know what goes on in here?” She asked, tapping her temple. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of things we talkin’ bout here?” He inquired with what appeared to be great interest.

“Things I don’t give up easily” Jess admitted. There was, in fact, a lot he was still yet to find out. Holding back had come naturally to her after being hurt in the first place, she’d let out trickles of information, but not enough for anyone to take it and really know the real her.

Daryl was in dangerous territory and his jumbled thoughts and clammy palms were telling him as much. He was very close to her and so far, his restrained choice of phrases had kept him safely in the friendship zone. But in the last few days his feelings had grown and morphed into something he didn’t quite understand and that set him on edge, but standing over her while she wore her red dress with her loose curls and blushed pink lips, he was seeing her in a different light altogether. It wasn’t just her appearance, it was the conversations they’d had, the connection they’d forged and the trust they’d built. It was how she laughed with him and teased him and how she yielded and agreed to remove herself from the danger of long supply runs because he told her he cared about her. Then, there was how she was around him, her blushing at a compliment and him catching her checking him out. He didn’t like to assume, but he wouldn’t have been disappointed to know that she still had a crush on him.

“So, you gonna tell me what I gotta do to find out more ‘bout you?” He smirked at her.

Shit. I think… I’m flirting with her.

Jess had no idea what to say. Her mind went completely blank and she dragged a hand through her hair, pulling it back and letting it cascade in waves from the crown of her head. A curl lodged itself in the edge of her lip gloss, but she didn’t feel a thing.

“Um...I…don’t know the answer to that.” She admitted. She was nervous, flustered and surprised but still displayed a bashful and pleased smile on her lips.

Yes, it was all those things that were the reasons why his feelings were different. Those, and the big, blue eyes that were peering up at him expectantly, it gave him the self-assurance to proceed the way his heart was telling him to, but with a great deal of caution. He leaned down to her, using the back of a finger and tenderly removing the strands of hair from her lips and returning to his previous stance.

“Maybe you should think ‘bout it n’ let me know.”

She was frozen. Not just from the cold but from the altogether unexpected change in his behavior. She didn’t hate it. Far from it, she was enjoying every single second, if only she knew what to say. “Um. Okay. I will” She whispered.

Aware that any further flirtatious comments were likely to send her fleeing into the house in confusion, he backed up to the pathway and rubbed his chin.

“You uh…you look really nice tonight” he said.

Alright. That was good. I got this. I should have done this sooner.

It was a simple sentence, just a few words strung together and delivered with such sincerity that it was a massive deal to Jess and she was so busy trying to process it that she couldn’t control what her face was doing. Her mouth dropped open in bewilderment. Daryl would have been the first to admit that he didn’t know the first thing about complimenting women and had never done so in the past. However, his flicker of self-doubt was extinguished when he bore witness to the eventual, genuinely delighted grin on her face and the tuneful giggle that followed.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW, DIXON?! Where the hell did that come from?

“Thank you, Daryl.” She smiled sincerely from a deeply reddened face. “Before you point it out, because I know you want to, I already know that my face is as red as ketchup on fries.”

He laughed at her ability to poke fun at herself and Jess thought it was a genuine and relaxed sound and one she’d never seen him reveal with anyone else but her.

“G’night, Jess.” He rasped as he backed along the path and turned to walk away.

There was something she wanted to say. Something that would prove to him that she could take risks of her own. If he could dish out compliments to her, then she wanted to do the same. She quickly thought it over, deciding she would put it down to a joke if it tanked, and went for it.

“Goodnight, handsome.” She called out in the most confident voice she could manage. To her own ears, it was delivered well enough and in the split second after she’d said it, she found that she didn’t regret it, especially when she saw him look over his shoulder at her and shake his head, glancing back a couple of times with a grin.

Inside Aaron and Eric’s house, Jess flopped down on the couch. Her head was bustling with memories, thoughts and all sorts of ways she could possibly explain Daryl’s change in how he spoke to her. That, and the knowledge that her risk hadn’t blown up into a huge mistake for once. In fact, he took it well and she thought that he couldn’t have looked sexier as he walked away, trying and failing to hide his wide smile.

“That was…flirting.” She said to herself “He flirted with me.”

For the next hour, she tried to muster the motivation to move, to take herself to bed and let sleep clear her mind ready for the next day. But on the couch, she remained, chattering to herself inside her own head and asking questions that would go unanswered.

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crysta-cub · 5 years ago

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Crysta’s Lamia Experience: Looking for a Hero

It’s been a while since I last posted about our adventures on this blog. But I missed writing about my Lamia family. One that is ready to grow.

Since the time that the Lamia’s have discovered that I’m not exactly human, we have experienced loss, all three ferrets had passed due to their age and illnesses. It was a rough time for us all, Moonstone and Guardian took their passing hard, but I taught them about the human’s poem about Rainbow Bridge and that seemed to help them out.

There was Guardian’s eggtastic find. Having Munchkin as a hatchling had brought a lot of warmth into the household, giving Alpha and Butterscotch a young one to care for as they struggled to produce their own young. Guardian and Moonstone excelled as older siblings, helping where they could. Guardian was especially proud of Munchkin, protecting him and teaching him how to swim in the bathtub. Maybe one day I’ll post pictured.

We’ve even taken on the challenge of adopting a puppy named Eevee. This pup really turned the household around. Wrestling with Alpha and Guardian, providing rides for Moonstone and Munchkin and having cute naps with Butterscotch. She really fit right into our humble abode. She has also been a handful, an adventurous spirit who wants to get into everything and anything. Too smart for her own good at times. Took Butterscotch a longer moment to accept her ‘in your face’ approaches.

Life has been great with this bundle of lamias. And soon our unit will be growing. After a dancing affair at Vex’s shop, something finally sparked for Alpha and Butterscotch and they are expecting their first clutch of babies. Apparently, whatever Butterscotch whispered to Alpha that night to cause the latter to flush so brightly, did the trick. But that’s a story for another night and the other blog. Alpha’s been doting on Butterscotch like nothing else, making sure he’s comfortable and not doing too much. Guardian and Moonstone took extra duty with Munchkin, especially since he’s now too big for either of the older lamia’s to carry.

It's been a fulfilling life, this is the best family anyone could ask for. I do still feel something is missing, a connection that was lacking. I’m surrounded by all these loving lamias and yet, I feel like there’s still something more I need. I had originally wondered why I never felt that soulbond with Guardian. I read all the adoption stories on Chains and I never got that feeling of a tug on my soul, just the forever engrained memory of a panicked baby Chain tugging on my pant leg to get me to help his Papython friend.

I asked him about it, about his soulbond. That’s when he revealed that he actually already had a soulbond with Moonstone. It explained so well why those two had always been so close, so intuned. Part of me was relieved. I don’t know how I'd feel if Guardian ever felt pain from me through a link. My life on this earth has been relatively peaceful, but I have known battle from my homeworld and some not so pleasant encounters from the humans of this world in times where my true self was revealed to a select few. Humans don’t take different well. It sucked to hide, but it was better than when trust was betrayed. And if anything happened to me, I’d hate for it to harm him, my little Guardian.

But I kinda still felt wanting, wanting of that close bond that other Chain owners had. Maybe another Chain would come into their lives, though I have been finding myself admiring the King form as well. Those heroic poses and grand stature and size. Ok, my mind was beginning to wander.

I’m sitting here, rocking little Munchkin to sleep after his feeding. Such a sweet little Twister. I give him a little kiss on his head before placing him in his nest. I quietly left the room, kneeling down to give Eevee a head scritch in thanks for guarding the door before going into the livingroom to throw on some shoes. There were a few errands to run and a spot to check out. Deciding against taking anyone along this time, just a little me time and maybe to get a little surprise treat for everyone.

I left the house, telling the household to behave themselves before hopping into the car an driving off. A few stops here and there, nothing eventful really, a tasty cake in the passenger seat for the fam and a chew bone for Eevee. I pull up to the entryway to a trail I heard about, wanting to check it out before I bring everyone out there. It looks inviting and private, maybe a place I can shift into another form and run with Alpha, Moonstone and Guardian. Maybe Eevee too. The Lamias seem to love my snake form, it looked much like a mixture of this planet’s Cobra, Anaconda and Diamondback rattlesnake, but it was a bit too large to really shift into at home, but in open space, it worked well.

With a large inhale as a strong breeze cut through the trees, I let myself relax. Close my eyes and take in the peak of sunlight escaping through the branches. I didn’t expect the presence of another coming up behind me and grabbing me, a cloth being placed over my mouth. I began to fight the stranger as my head began to swim. I nearly slipped out of his grasp before the world grew dark.

The last thing I remember hearing is the person behind me calling out. “Wooowee, lookit here Mick, I caught teh Alien!”

Well Shit.

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Munchkin begins to cry, alerting the household. Being close by, Alpha and Butterscotch slither over and began trying to console the distraught Lamia.

“shh, shhh, it ok Munchie, it’s ok.” Butterscotch cuddles close to Munchkin, rubbing his back, he glanced up at Alpha. The fact that Munchkin was crying for no noticeable reason was concerning.

“Are you hurt? Hungry?” Alpha began questioning. Munchkin shakes his head, his tail thrashed in his tantrum.

“Wan Mama Isssta! Wan Mama Isssta!” Munchkin bawled. This was odd of Munchkin, the young one never demanded, never complained, always a warm bundle of sunshine.

“Shh, shhh, It’s ok Munchie. Mama Crysta will be home soon. She just went out to do a few things. You’ll see, she’ll be home any minute now.” Butterscotch continued to console Munchkin. Soon the baby Twister is brought down to sniffles. Butterscotch smiles and cuddles with him.

Moonstone and Guardian come in, while Eevee pokes her nose into the room through the small lamia door.

“Is Munchkin ok?” Moonstone asks, coming over to pet the baby lamia on the head.

“Yes,” Alpha answers. “Just got a little upset. Wants his Mama Crysta.”

“Should we give Mama Crysta a call?” Guardian asked, his brow bone crested in worry.

“That should be fine. The phone is in the living room.” Butterscotch informs Guardian, who nods and slithers off to try to contact Crysta. He adjusts himself so that his gravid belly wasn’t uncomfortable. Munchkin snuggles close to Butterscotch, still sniffling but much calmer.

Guardian slithers by Eevee, who playfully nips at him. Guardian giggles and pushes her muzzle away before going over the cellphone left on the coffee table. He presses the saved phone number labeled Mama Crysta and listened to it ring. He glances over at Moonstone who ended up following after him.

“She didn’t pick up.” Guardian informed.

“Maybe she didn’t hear it? Or accidently put it on silent again?” Moonstone offered, taking Guardian’s hand in his own.

“I guess. Sometimes I wish I had a soul bond with Mama Crysta so I knew she was ok.” Guardian squeezed Moonstone’s hand, feeling his worry through his bond. “Not that I regret having it with you. I just worry when she’s gone so long.”

Moonstone smile and brings Guardian in close for a hug. “I know. But Mama Crysta is strong, can take care of herself. I like our bond too.” It wasn’t unknown that the two young Lamias were developing a little puppy love for each other. They never considered the other a sibling but as their best friend that they got to grow up together. Though they were still merely young teenagers, their connection was obvious.

“I’ll call Mama Crysta again in a bit.” Guardian pulled away giving the phone a glance.

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I wake up in a bright room, laying in a pad of a bed. I groan as I sit up, looking around, 3 solid walls and one glass wall. Cameras mounted at each corner, leaving no room for privacy. There’s a door at the far corner. I stretch from my stiff position. There’s something around my neck, kinda poking at me with cold metal. I lift my hands to it and feel… a shock collar… with multiple shock devices.

What the fuck was going on. I get up and go to the door, testing it. Locked obviously. I look to the glass side of the room and I see a table and another door showing what I can guess is a hallway.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” I call out.

It didn’t take long for a scraggly looking man to enter the room, head full of dreads, clothing looking unwashed. “Wooowee, look atcha. Well, miss alien, the name’s Tic. I’m so glad ta finally meet cha. Tis was so worth not going to that there Area 51 Raid. Yessiree.”

“I’m sorry, Tic.” Oh god, this guy was off. Hopefully I can reason with him. “There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, I’m not an alien. Just a normal person. I kinda just want to get back home please.”

“No Alien mam, You can’t trick me that easy. I’ve seen whatcha can do. That transformin’ thin’. Got it all on camera on one of my wildlife cams. Blew my mind. Was hopin’ for a Big Foot but got me somethin’ better. Was mighty nice seein’ ya handle that there couga’ when ya shift to a Lion.”

There was a camera in that clearing? The clearing where Alpha got hurt when defending Guardian from the Mountain Lion?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t do anything like that.”

“Nah, nah, You surely can. Wanna prove et to.” He picks up a remote and turns on a projector. The projector shows a video of her confronting the Mountain Lion. Alpha getting hit and her reacting and transforming to stand protectively over Alpha and Guardian. Its a bit blurry and gets staticy during the transformation. It’s hard to tell that it is even me.

“That’s some impressive CGI, that’s not me, I was never at that location. Dude, you have to realize how ridiculous this is. I’m not an alien. Please, I just want to go home.” I’m getting nervous. This guy keep replaying the transformation.

“Nah, Yous an alien, gonna prove et too. Now we can do et the easy way and ya show me what ya can do or I’m gonna make ya.” Tic holds up another remote and my eyes widen.

“Please no, I can’t do what you want me to do. Please, you don’t have to aaaaaahhh.” I scream as the collar begins to shock me. These shockers were altered to deliver a higher voltage than those of normal dog shock collars. I reach up and grip the collar, trying to pull it away from my neck. It’s over quickly and I collapse to my knees, breathing deeply. This guy is insane and by the look on his face, there’s no convincing him.

“Teh easy way out is still an option.” Tic begins writing something down. “But if cha keep insistin’ that cha won’t transform, well. That collar will go off every hour. I figured if anything, a little dangah will spark your transformation. After a few hours the power should increase. It should help in encouragin’ ya ability. I have video recording live and with a push-o-a button, I can reveal whatcha are ta tha world. I’ll be famous. Once you show whatcha can do”

I look up and see a crooked smile, teeth yellowed or missing. I could almost imagine the bad breath. “No, you’ll kill me. Please, you can’t do this. I’m Human!” My heart dropped as I saw him shake his head and walk away. “No Wait, Please let me out.”

Realization sets in, I’m alone, no one knows where I am, and I’m at the mercy of some mad man. I look around the room, taking a few calming breaths. I can either reveal myself and break out, giving Tic what he wanted and further putting my life and the Lamias at risk. Or hope somehow I am rescued, or the mad Tic would come to his senses.

I just wish I could see my Lamias.

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A few phone calls with no answers and it had turned dark outside. Moonstone and Guardian go back to the lamia room where Alpha stood watch over the snoozing Butterscotch and Munchkin.

“Anything?” Alpha whispered, moving a short distance away so not to wake the sleeping duo.

“No, Mama Crysta hasn’t picked up or called back. The last call went straight to voicemail.” Guardian informed with worry in his voice.

“This is very unusual of Mama Crysta. What if something happened to her?” Moonstone looked a little scared.

“I agree.” Alpha glanced back at Butterscotch and Munchkin. He couldn’t leave them on their own. His instincts telling him he should stay close to his mate at all times. It was getting very close to their due date. He also didn’t feel comfortable about sending Guardian and Moonstone on their own to search for Crysta afterdark. They were still small enough that the threat of birds of prey was valid. The last thing he wanted to do was to put them in harm’s way.

“We’ll wait til morning, If Crysta doesn’t show up, well give Miss Vex a call. She’ll know what to do.” Alpha decided that would be the best course. He had to believe Crysta was fine. Crysta has gotten herself distracted before, hopefully this was the case but the whole thing seemed off. “She’ll come home, we just got to believe in her.”

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I’ve woken up from another shock attack. Hours have passed since I first woke up in this place. I don’t know how long I can stand this. This human form won’t be able to take this very long. Everytime the shock collar goes off, Tic appears and writes something down. I plea with him, to let me go, that I’m not the alien he’s looking for.

He still doesn’t listen. I pound on the glass wall and he laughs and says “It’s bulletproof, You can’t break it.” I sag against the glass wall. My body is shaking from the assault, add hunger, thirst and lack of sleep. I look over at Tic, watching him write. “What are you even writing?”

Tic smiles at me. “the difference tween screwin’ round and science is writin’ et down.” He jots a few things down and leaves.

Did he just quote Mythbusters at me? I rub my face with my hands. I can hear voices from the hall. I strain to listen to Tic talking with the other. What was his name, Mick?

“Eh, Tic, wha if she isn’t one-o-those aliens? Wha if she es tellin’ the truth?

“Ya saw the video, Mick. She really es one. We just gotta prove et. She’ll come around, just takes time.”

“But wha if she does die? Wha then?”

“Eh, we’re in tah middle of the woods, ain’t nobody finding us out here. We just bury her a ways from here and move on. There’s still tah Big Foot to find.”

I can hear them moving away. Great. They don’t really seem to care that they could be killing someone with this ‘experiment’ they have, either I’m an alien or I’m dead. I begin to hope that something happens soon. My soul reaches out. All I need is a Hero.

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Morning dawns, and Moonstone brings the cell phone over to the group huddled in the Lamia room. Crysta still hadn’t come home. Alpha and Guardian are arguing about Guardian going out on his own during the night when Alpha explicitly said not to.

Moonstone knows they’re worried, he is too. He presses the button to call Vex and turns on speaker phone. Both Alpha and Guardian shut up and move closer, waiting for the line to pick up. And once it did, Moonstone doesn’t even wait for who ever picked up to say anything

“Hello, Miss Vex.” His voice is shaking. “Mama Crysta didn’t come home last night and we’re worried about her.” A tear runs down his face as he speaks. “We think something is wrong and we need help.” His voice hitches as Guardian wraps his arms around him.

Alpha then takes over. “We need help looking for her. My mate, Butterscotch, is due to have our hatchlings at any moment and I can’t leave him alone. I also need help with Munchkin cause he’s too big for me to handle on my own. I can’t send Moonstone and Guardian on their own to search for her. We don’t know where she went or how far she’s gone. Her phone just goes to voicemail.” Alpha glances over as Moonstone begins to sob and can see Guardian trying to hide his own tears. He glances over at Butterscotch, still curled up with Munchkin. Their eyelights meet. He feels helpless.

Suddenly Butterscotch gasps and clutchs his belly. Alpha drops the phone and rushes over. Guardian quickly picks it up. Waiting for a reply from the other end of the line.

Butterscotch looks up at Alpha. “They’re gonna be coming soon. I can’t have them without Crysta here. I need to know Crysta is safe, they can’t come without Crysta being here.” Butterscotch is beginning to panic and Alpha try to console him as Munchkin begins to whimper.

Guardian looks between the minture Lamias and the phone. “What do we do?” his voice shakes.

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I’m shaking after the last shock. It’s gotten more intense and it’s starting to feel like it’s happening more often. I can only assume he’s getting impatient. I’m leaning against the glass plane wall, the cool surface giving me some relief. I’ve tried pounding on it, hoping I could call for help in the off chance anyone else was around. Maybe Mick would have a change of heart and go against Tic. It didn’t seem likely.

My vision blurs before I see it. The slide of a distinctive large tail, glowing with magic.

A Lamia!

I begin pounding on the glass wall in desperation. I couldn’t tell if it was a King or a Chain but I didn’t care. It was a Lamia, and hopefully a way out. Hopefully it wasn’t blind to these insane peoples’ experiment.

“Help, Help, please help me!” I call out, ignoring how hoarse my voice sounded. My vision is swimming and I’m feeling faint. I try to shoulder the glass, trying to make as much racket as possible.

That’s when I felt it, another unscheduled shock. I cry out, leaning against the wall as I wait for it to pass. I can’t see the tail anymore, but my vision is darkening. The shock ended and I slide down to the floor against the wall.

“Help, I need a hero.” I mutter before I lose consciousness.

( @vex-bittys or @vexy-sins (not sure which blog this would be better for...since there is some element of torture of my person in the story.)

Yes this is a Lamia adoption scenario, I’m looking to be saved by my next Lamia.

I had this Idea for a while and am kicking myself for not doing it sooner. I’m either looking for a (and leaning more towards) a large King-Chain Hybrid that can hopefully still do a soulbond, or I can be happy with just a large full size King (or both a king and a chain, so I can still get that soulbond? :P I’m indecisive). Also any other unique features or background for him (them) would be nice. This is going to be a love interest(s) for my character. I hope I’m not asking for too much.

Also, I chose not to have a soulbond with Guardian as I could have sworn that I remembered that a Chain can have a soulbond with another Lamia and I kinda liked the Idea of him having one with Moonstone instead. I never got that soulbond feeling during their rescue/adoption. I just couldn’t find the post to confirm it.

I do want Butterscotch to have his babies after I’m rescued. If you wanna throw me what they are having that would be great because I don’t even know what I want yet. So surprises are the best. Again, hoping I’m not asking for too much Please take your time in replying, I know you have a lot of asks in your mailbox and I don’t want to be jumping ahead of anyone… but this needed to be a story rather than an ask. I can be patient.)

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valgusordo · 5 years ago

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Too much information: Character Interview

I saw this post on the wonderfully talented @saph-y‘s blog and thought to myself, “that looks fun, I want to try it!” What follows is the result of that endeavor, for my Wulfgard OC, Inquisitor Marcus Capulet. Saphy did his image which I use for my Tumblr avatar!

This one was commissioned from the co-creator of Wulfgard, though: the mighty @saber-scorpion! His art and @maverick-werewolf‘s writing have masterfully kept me interested in this fantasy universe for years, and it’s so much fun to RP in. Anyway, hope you enjoy this interview!

► Name ➔ Inquisitor Marcus Capulet. And yes, I have to say the title first every time.

► Are you single ➔ Not sure how relevant that is, but yes.

► Are you happy ➔ I...huh. I don’t think anyone’s asked me that lately. I suppose I am content, at the very least.

► Are you angry ➔ My, how swiftly the subject changes! Not at the moment, but know that my patience is not infinite.

► Are your parents still married ➔ They are, and still in good health, last I heard, thank you.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Veritshire, the Haven of the Crossroads, the tiniest jewel in the crown of the southern half of the Empire.

► Hair Color ➔ Black. “Jet” black, I’ve heard it called, though I haven’t yet learned where the term came from.

► Eye Color ➔ Brown. Almost muddy, as my partner, Kate, loves to torment me with.

► Birthday ➔

► Mood ➔ Amused and intrigued, really. Answering a plethora of questions instead of asking them is a...refreshing...change of pace.

► Gender ➔ Male.

► Summer or winter ➔ Winter, by far. Void iron armor may not heat as easily as regular steel, but it can still get stifling. Plus, snow is just fascinating, don’t you think? Never saw it before when I was growing up. Much more fun than sand.

► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoons, really. By that time I’ve usually gotten past the hustle and bustle of the morning and prepare for a quiet evening. Hopefully.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ I...was, once. I’d rather not discuss this further.

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Not really. Initial attraction can be strong, sure, as is raw, sinful lust, but from what I’ve learned over the years, love must be built. I don’t think it’s something you fall into.

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ If I am correctly inferring that you mean romantically, it was ended by a mage. Never learned the bastard’s name, but he murdered my lady love and nearly half of my town’s population along with her. But she was “out of my league,” as I’ve heard it said, anyway, and we were both too young and foolish to realize I didn’t deserve her. Since then, I’ve been married to my job, and she treats me well.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Not that I know of, and if I have, it certainly wasn’t intentional.

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Afraid? No. Too busy? I’m afraid so.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Uh...no. Are you offering? We only just met, it’d be highly irregular.

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Most likely not. Anyone stalking me in the shadows usually has violent intent, not romantic. I’m good at spotting the former, but have never noticed the latter.

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ I’m not sure I understand the question, but I think not.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love, hands down. If I had a denarius for every lust-centered, often demonic cult I’ve helped bring down, I’d be richer than some Barons. Maybe a couple insolvent Counts, too.

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ I don’t...what? Are those beverages of some kind?

*modern AU Marcus steps in* Allow me to assist you, good sir. The ingredients are foreign to your time and location, but go for the lemonade. It’s cold, sweet, tangy, and refreshing for hot days. Proper tea is consumed while hot. Good day to you. *exeunt stage right*

Oh, that was helpful. Thank you, myself in strange clothing.

► Cats or Dogs ➔ Dogs, by far. Much friendlier, more loyal, and also more useful. Some theorize that cats are drawn to magical sources, but I’ve never so much as gotten one of the bloody things to do more than hiss at me. I’ll take a tracking hound or fighting alaunt any day.

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I do my fair share of traveling and make a great many acquaintances, but in my line of work having a few friends you can trust is worlds better than an army of potential spies and enemies.

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ The night in, definitely. More controlled, and safer, to boot. Heading out in small numbers and getting drunk is the best way to get one’s purse...or throat...cut in a dark alley.

► Day or night ➔ Night, I think. I need all the help I can get if I’m sneaking up on a suspect, and I do enjoy the quiet peace that comes with working by candlelight.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Only once, when I was younger, and it wasn’t even my idea! My brother was an apprentice with the guards, and told us about a prisoner who’d come from all the way north of the Coldstone Wall. Lady Victoria wanted to get a look at him, and convinced me, Lucille, and Felix to pretend we were all just bringing my brother some food during his watch. But when we walked toward the door to look through the bars, out shot the prisoner’s hand, aimed right at our throats! Poor Lucille screamed, and we had nowhere to run when the real guards came to investigate the commotion. They didn’t dare accost the daughter of the Baron, but the rest of us got quite a hiding when we returned home! Apologies for rambling, nostalgia and all that.

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Does it count if I was pushed? Because there was that one incident with an uncooperative suspect in a rather large inn, and an undignified rolling and landing that I’d rather not talk about.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. Especially since it was too late for me to do anything about it.

► Wanted to disappear ➔ A few times. It would be especially handy with my occupation, or convenient in more...trying...times.

► Laughed uncontrollably about something ➔ While I’m usually good at maintaining my composure, there was this one incident where Kate and I went into a castle’s cellar to investigate some horrifying noises, only to find one of the servants and, presumably, his wife in flagrante delicto. We apologized...well, I apologized while Kate snickered, closed the door, concluded that no one, in fact, was being horribly murdered, and cackled all the way back.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ An odd question, but eyes, I think. Much harder to hide how one feels up there, while smiles are easily faked.

► Shorter or Taller ➔ For me, or for someone else? I wouldn’t mind growing a few inches, but it’s not a huge concern for me with ladies I’m interested in.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ I’d say intelligence. Even if we’re not attracted to each other, at least we can converse. It’s how I’ve built up my best friendships, really.

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Hook...up? Is that some new slang the children are using? I lived by the desert, I know nothing of fishing. At any rate, I’d say Relationships. I’d rather build something meaningful than treat my love life like some bloody contest, like my friend Lorenzo does.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ My brothers and I had our fights as children, but the siege of our hometown brought us all together, and made us grow up fast, if we wanted to survive. I haven’t seen them or my parents in a long time, but we write to each other frequently, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. Well, nothing legal, at any rate.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ It certainly hasn’t gone the way I wanted it, or thought I would have to settle for, but once again, I am content. If my pain brings peace to others, I can hardly complain.

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Only once, but it was less from home and more from memories that I could no longer face there. Magic, or “The Condition,” as my order calls it, took loved ones from all of us. I could have stayed to help rebuild, but thought I could do more good by joining the Inquisition, and I’d gladly make that choice again.

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Not physically, but I have been sternly told to leave by powerful figures who didn’t appreciate my presence or investigations.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Certainly not! What kind of friend would I be at that point? Though Kate does love to jump up and down on that line when she thinks she can get away with it.

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yes, I haven’t kept very many, after all. After tasting betrayal early in life, I’ve learned to be more discerning about such matters.

► Who is your best friend ➔ Choosing favorites is difficult, but Kate is the most qualified by far. She may be an utter sociopath with a violent streak two leagues wide, and a sense of humor and vocabulary that would make the filthiest of sailors blush, but she’s saved my life more times than I can count, and I can always depend on her for help or advice. Oftentimes without asking, too.

► Who knows everything about you ➔ My mother, without question. Kate may have worked with me for nigh twenty-odd years, but I haven’t told her everything about me. Meanwhile, my mother infers so much from just what I put on parchment that I’d almost swear she’s spying on me. Comes with the territory, I suppose.

Whew, that took some effort to write! Now, whom to inflict, um, I mean, share this with next....

Just kidding, I knew who I was going to tag as soon as I started. The talented writers known as @maverick-werewolf and @tafferfield, of course! They inspired me to keep writing my characters outside of just RPing, and I truly hope they both enjoy this exercise I stumbled across.

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years ago

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The Break-Up part 4/4 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

nd finally, the end. This serie was supposed to be a oneshot and here we are, four chapters + a bonus one later...I’m hella jet lagged because I just came back to France from Australia but...Here we go. Hopefully you’ll like that very last segment, as usual, feedbacks are overly welcomed :-) :

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 2.5, PART 3

My master list blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-No. Absolutely not a chance. Not again. You, all of you -severe look to everyone- , stay out of this. It is none of your concern.

The Batman was angry. Furious, even.

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Dick came just a few minutes earlier telling there was an emergency in the Watchtower and...The boy had a future in acting.

Ha had been very convincing, and his apparent distress was contagious.

Bruce arrived in the League’s headquarters in a state of controlled panic...he quickly realized though, that there was no emergency.

Come to think of it, what was Dick even doing up there ? He was suppose to be with Clark at the cinema, and Superman would never take such a young child up there for no reason.

A large smile was crossing the boy’s face, Clark was here and trying his best to avoid Bruce’s eyes, the rest of the League was staring at him, Flash seemed to be on the verge of passing out...

A large smile was crossing the boy’s face.

The kind of smile Bruce hasn’t seen for weeks. Since you left, in fact...

It wasn’t difficult for the greatest detective in the World to put two and two together as he looked upon his son’s cute little face.

This all thing was about you.

There was no emergency.

It was just them, yet again, bringing you up, bothering him with his decisions concerning you. And this time, they dragged his son into it !

Unacceptable. And the Batman was angry.

He narrowed his eyes at them and says :

-No. Absolutely not a chance. Not again. You, all of you -severe look to everyone- , stay out of this. It is none of your concern.

It made him irrationally furious that they would dare to meddle with his personal life like so !

You LEFT (and with you, his heart left too).

You moved away from Gotham, from Dick, from him.

And sure it was his fault, he’s the one that told you to leave, but it was too late now, nothing could be done. Didn’t he tell them enough time that things between you two were over and there was nothing anyone could do about it ?!

It was the end, you were gone (and with you all his hopes and dreams), and he told them countless times he had no intention to go after you ! He even told them the reasons, and they were rational !

Didn’t he make himself clear that he didn’t want to talk about you to any of them ? Not even his dear friends...Clark, Diana, Selina...They all tried to talk about it, but as soon as they uttered your name, he closed his heart...

It was too painful to talk about it. About this...Break-Up. About you.

He had one little moment of weakness (maybe said moment made them think it still wasn’t time to give up ?! RIDICULOUS), a few days ago, at that gala, with Selina, the woman he thought he loved before he met you. He told her he loved and missed you, and she somehow convinced him to try to get you back...he send you a text (albeit very impersonal and quite distant, but that, he didn’t realize in the moment, trying very hard to appear detached just in case you weren’t in love with him anymore)...And your cold answer was definitive.

You didn’t want him in your life anymore (though your coldness came from your misunderstanding about Selina’s presence. You thought Bruce and her were back together while your ex-boyfriend was just desperately trying to forget you, and with who else could he do that but with his former lover, Selina Kyle, who’s the only one that made him feel things ? ...things so weak compare to what he felt for you).

Couldn’t they understand anything ?

You made your decision, and he made his.

It was done...and oh so painful it was to know this...He hated the fact they knew this too, this part of his story.

He didn’t want them to know. He didn’t want them to see him weak.

And it made him angry to see that right now, they used his son to drag him up here, clearly ready to intervene, to give him, yet again, a sermon (they tried so many time over the past few months to talk to him about you).

But they didn’t understand.

None of them realized it was too late now.

Even if he went after you...He waited too long.

Lex Luthor replaced him in your heart.

He saw you two mingling together on live TV (though it wasn’t at all what he thought it was happening...In his pain, he didn’t notice how you always pushed Luthor away gently, how you expertly avoided his kisses and his hands.)

They didn’t get it ! None of them !

And his suffering turned into anger as he was faced with all of his “friends”, right now, who were fools enough to think you still loved him...

Worst. They dragged his boy in it, making him hope for something that wasn’t going to ever happen. Setting him up for yet another broken heart...With a voice filled with danger and threats, the Batman says :

-I know what you’re doing, and no. I refuse to listen to you about how wrong my decisions are, about how (Y/N)’s decisions are wrong too. Not again. I heard enough already, I avoided enough of your schemes to make me talk to her already. Enough is enough. This is none of your concern, stay out of my life !

As he spoke those words, Bruce’s voice went crescendo to end up on a loud and angry scream. It was the first time any of them heard him genuinely scream out of anger.

It was scary. Scarier than anything he’d done before. And every single person in the League, especially Clark and Barry, started to wonder if all this was a good idea, if their plan could even remotely work...

The Batman was furious, fuming...But he wasn’t as furious and fuming as a certain Dick Grayson.

The child listened to his father’s diatribe and his smile instantly left his face. His brow furrowed and...He grabbed his father’s hand and pulled on it so he would get his attention.

He then took a few steps back, and planted his feet firmly in the ground. Crossed his arms, determined. Narrowed his eyes at Bruce and said :

-”None of your concern” ?! Um, excuse me mister but it is ! Well, maybe not theirs even though they’re your friends and just want to help. But it’s at least mine ! It’s very much my concern ! I want my mo...My (Y/N) back ! I want her to sooth me back to sleep when I have a nightmare, and to make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when I go explore the gardens ! I want her to pick me up early from school arguing that there’s a family emergency just to take me to the fun fair ! I want her to eat thousands of Alfred’s cookies, and liters of his tea, while we watch hours and hours of Disney movies ! I WANT HER BACK ! AND EVERY BITS ABOUT THIS IS MY CONCERN !!

The boy finishes his monologue panting heavily, on the verge of tears...Not from sadness, but from anger. And he screamed louder than the Bat.

He’s had about enough of his stubborn father. He wants the one he considers now his mother to come back. And the only way for this to ever happen, is for the Batman to quit being such a stubborn bum. And so he says :

-Quit being a stubborn Bum dad ! And like...man up or something. I don’t know what it means, but do it. And listen to them !

The boy pointed at the League. Some of them look a little bit amused that such a small child just stood up to the mighty Batman like that, but most of them are utterly impressed by him.

Bruce himself isn’t sure how to react. His son’s words touched his heart more than they should have and...it’s the first time he calls him “dad”. It’s serious.

For a few seconds that look like hours for everyone in the room, both the son and the father stare at each others, unwilling to give up.

In the end, Dick wins, as Batman looks away and drops his head down in defeat, but...

Bruce sighs and says :

-I know. You’re right. It is your concern. You...I...I understand.

There’s a hint of hope in the boy’s eyes, and Bruce knows he’ll forever feel forever guilty for crushing it. But he has to. He knows things between you and him are irreversibly broken. And so he says :

-I know you’re right, it is your concern, but this doesn’t change anything I told you. I explained to you that between (Y/N) and I...it just didn’t work and that’s how it is. There’s nothing we can do about it. It’s too late. I’ll...I’ll talk to you about it again once we’ll get back home, explain to you things that are too personal for me to just say right now and...

-STOP !

Surprised, Bruce stops talking at his son’s interjection. The boy gives his father a nasty look and then turns to Flash, saying :

-You see, now ?

Yes. Barry sees.

There is indeed nothing they can say that will convince the Batman that he needs to fight for you and stop being so stubborn. If even his son’s desperate plea doesn’t work, nothing will.

He waited for the last minute, it was his last resort but...He saw the future. He knows what will happen if you and him don’t get back together. He knows what you’ll become, what he’ll become...what your sons will become.

And he can’t let that happen.

He messed up really bad in the past, trying to change things that weren’t meant to be change. But this ? You and Bruce ? There’s not a single universe in existence where you’re not both meant to be together.

It’s a risk worth taking. Barry has to take Batman to those awful alternate realities. And he has to think fast. Because the way the boy turned to him made Bruce suspicious, and a suspicious Bat is a very dangerous being.

Flash wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow managed to get him even if he used his super-speed. And so the young man nods to Dick, and disappears.

Bruce has no time to react as he “disappears” too, off to another reality.

Dick cannot retain the little scream of glee that comes out of his mouth, and he turns back to the League members.

They all look quite worried and rather grim, Bruce’s little speech about things not being able to change downing on them...But the boy will have none of it.

He jumps on a nearby table and sits on it, right next to Superman. He grabs Clark’s hand and, summoning all of his motivation says :

-Flash will do it. He’ll convince him. You’ll see. It’ll work. It has to work.

The boy’s determination is contagious, and though they’re still worried, they somehow believe in miracles too now.

Clark squeezes Dick’s hand and throws an arm around his shoulder. If things go south...He’ll be sure to be here for that sweet child who has so much faith in his new parents.

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Flash takes a few steps back, as far away from Bruce as he can, as the man slowly turns around and the look in his eye when he sees Barry darkens dangerously...

The man didn’t even stagger, or shook, or threw up as anyone else who just travelled through time and space at hyperspeed would have...So creepy.

-What have you done ?

Batman says coldly, every emotions gone from his voice.

-I...Did..I...

Flash has to think fast. It would be very easy to mess everything up now, to not even get him to follow him where he needs to be. It would be very easy to mess up and ruin everythig...So Barry speaks with his heart :

-I did the only thing that can save her.

It seems as Barry chose the right words to save his skin, as Bruce’s expression, under his mask, just shows surprise.

-Save her ?

-(Y/N).

-Yes, I guessed that much. But, what do you mean “save” ?

-I...It would be easier to just show you.

And Flash slowly walks away, allowing some time for Batman to realize where he is right now.

A cemetery.

His heart miss several beats, as he follows after Barry. He asks :

-Barry, where are we ?

-Two years in the future from our current present, if you don’t get back with (Y/N).

Bruce’s brain wants to slow down, to not follow Flash, dreading what he might discover...but his feet keep going nonetheless.

-Where are we going ?

-You’ll see.

Barry is hyper aware of the risk he’s currently taking. Showing such traumatic things to someone can make more damages than good but he figures out...What more could the Bat loose right now ? And what’s the worst that could happen, for him to burry himself in his work ?

The only people who would suffer from that would be Bruce...and unfortunately his family. Flash hopes to every gods out there that it will never come to that, as he promised Dick to try and fix things, and he could never forgive himself to be “responsible” for ruining his life...

They finally arrive where Barry wanted to go, and they stop.

Bruce can only stare at it, his heart pounding hard in his chest, threatening to burst out. Distressed.

Here, in front of him, lays...Your grave.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),

(Date of Birth) - August 12th 2020″

And nothing else. No epitaph. No kind words about how awesome you were when you were still alive. Nothing. As if no one cared for you when you were alive.

Just your name, and your date of birth and...death.

Thinking about the word, “Death”, fills his being with utter sadness, and Bruce, taken by surprise by this surge of feelings, holds onto Flash’s shoulder for support, as he feels like he’s going to faint.

On your grave, there’s flowers. Your favorite ones. And notes that the rain and sun destroyed...All except for one, that seems more recent.

Bruce picks it up and open it.

It’s Dick’s.

He recognizes his hand writing, though it’s a bit more confident than it was “two years ago”. The note simply reads :

“I miss you every day. I’m sorry I couldn’t convince him, this is all my fault. I love you - Dick P.S : I finally watched “Coco” today, you were right, it’s a great movie...I hope I’ll see you in the realm of the dead one day, and I promise you I will never forget you. Your picture will be up for the day of the dead...”.

Bruce’s broken heart finishes to get reduced to dust. He turns his face to Barry, shaking, and asks :

-What...What happened ?

-She was hit by a car in Metropolis, while going to work. As “simple” as that. If you were together, she wouldn’t be in Metropolis...You realized she was dead months after her death. You didn’t have any contact with her anymore, neither did Dick. You never came here, but Dick comes every week. He’ll move to Metropolis when he’ll come of age, and won’t ever talk to you again. He’ll never bond with his future brothers. He’ll never have another family. Just because (Y/N) wasn’t with you, but in Metropolis. Alone.

This all thing hits Bruce more than anything before. And Flash feels a wave of guilt at his deadpan delivery of the facts but...It has to be done.

He feels even more guilt as he’s getting prepared to move to the next reality, not giving time for Bruce to process things. He has to. It’s the only way he can convince him to get back to you...And so Barry says :

-This is one possible version of our future, if you keep being stubborn. Give me your hand, I have to show you something else.

Bruce is too...hurt, stunned and lost to think. You’re...Dead. How could it be ? He never wanted for this to happen, of course not he loves you...Is this really what the future reserve to you if you’re away from him ?

Dead. Hit by a car. In Metropolis. All alone

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Flash takes him to another alternate reality. And it’s an even worst one.

He takes him to Metropolis, a Metropolis that Bruce can’t quite recognize.

Barry explains that in this future, Lex Luthor used your brain and his to create machines that allowed him to fulfill his dreams of world domination, his dreams of “making the World a better place”, by installing a dictatorship.

Barry explains that in this future, Lex Luthor found a way of getting rid of every single superheroes by using some of your discoveries to create a serum that would take away any powers from metahumans.

Barry explains that in this future, you married Lex Luthor. ...Or rather, you were forced to marry him. In this future, both Bruce and Dick were killed in a battle against Lex and his army, and it broke you.

You were in some sort of catatonic state, a puppet for Lex Luthor who was desperately in love with you and frankly, having you not talk but be there was enough for him.

In this future, you were a shell of yourself. By the side of a maniac. With everything you actually loved gone.

Bruce realized too late he loved you and had to get you back. Dick died when he was barely eleven. And now, fifteen years in the future...The World was a terrible place, and you wished you were dead, but Lex wouldn’t let you go.

In this World, your fate was even worst than Death.

Bruce is speechless, as Flash takes him yet to another realm.

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In this World, you died before meeting Bruce. You never went to the charity you met him at, instead, you went to try and convince your brothers to stop getting involved with the local mafia...

You died in a drug bust by some police officer.

Wrong place wrong moment, and it was all because you weren’t with Bruce in said wrong moment...

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Here, you became a weapon dealer.

The head of one of the most dangerous mafia family in Gotham.

Here, you also never met Bruce in civilian. Here, Bruce’s charity never gave you a scholarship so you would be able to go to good schools, to a good college...

Here, you stayed a poor girl from the Narrows who never was given the opportunity to become the great woman she could be.

Here, you witnessed your brothers getting killed by police officers, but didn’t die...and swore revenge on the GCPD.

Here, you became a criminal who knew no pity. Who killed, stole, destroyed.

Here, Bruce realized that both your destinies were closely attached, even before you started to see each other...As a child, the scholarship he created and gave to great deserving students who couldn’t afford good schools saved you from a life of pain and misery, of crime and murder.

But here, the scholarship never went to you. It went to the other one that could have had it. The one you were “competing” against, and you didn’t get it.

And here, it drastically changed your future.

The first time you meet Bruce, it’s with a machine gun in your hand.

************

Flash took Bruce to an alternate timeline where Bruce refused to date you so you could be safe.

Refused to let you in his life because he didn’t trust you enough...or because loosing you would be too much, not realizing that by pushing you away, he would loose you anyway.

In this alternate timeline, your life and Bruce’s would always be parallel. You would see each others often, in the streets, in shops, anywhere...But would never truly go to greet each other.

In this alternate timeline, you weren’t dead, you weren’t a ghost of yourself, you weren’t a crimelord but...You weren’t really living.

You had flings. But you died of old age without any husband nor children, spending most of your life lonely, as the one that was destined to you refused to get you close.

And Bruce ? In this alternate timeline, Bruce died early during one of his night patrol. In the “normal” world, you would have been there to push that man with all your might and make him miss the shot...but in that alternate timeline ? You weren’t.

Because he pushed you away.

And Dick witnessed his father getting shot. Dick killed the man who shot him. And Dick became a dark man that he was never meant to be.

Because in this alternate reality, back home to the mansion, there were no mother to greet him back and help him go through his toughest times.

************

In another reality, you found love in...Clark ?

When Superman realized there was nothing to be done to convince Bruce, he somehow became very close to you, supporting you. And one thing leading to another, something that wasn’t suppose to happen happened.

One day, Lois died. In the “normal” reality, Clark was suppose to be with her and save her, but in that one, he was with you. And he too lost “the love of his life”...two broken heart make a whole one ?

It’s what you both thought, and this is how you ended up falling for each others. And it was love. Genuine love. Not as strong as the one you shared with Bruce and Lois...But still love.

You were there for each other.

And meanwhile, in Gotham, Bruce was in a darker place than ever...But worst, his family was completely broken. Without you to mend the pieces, to make them understand each others, etc etc...His children were always fighting.

They weren’t having a good life. Bruce never met most of those boys and girl that were facing him in that moment, but he knew he would die for them and...not the Bruce of this World.

The Bruce of this World only cared about the safety of Gotham, and used his children to protect it. The Bruce of this World lost his heart years ago, when he broke up with you.

The Bruce of this World was cold and harsh and ruthless and so unlike how he really was...The Bruce of this World couldn’t love anymore.

And it made everyone around him miserable, it destroyed so many lives.

In this reality, you were alive and well but...you weren’t living the things you were destined to live, you were with the wrong man, you had the wrong family, and those who truly needed you never even spoke to you and were...utterly broken. The most important people in Bruce’s life were...Empty.

Because you weren’t there.

************

You’re hold up in a dungeon and tortured for months in this reality. By Lex Luthor, the Joker, Two-Face, Brainiac, General Zod...By so many famous villains.

They all want you to talk about the League’s members. Somehow they found your link to them...

In this reality, you succumb to your wounds, and Bruce finds you too late.

In this reality, he is unable to save you, in this reality, his worst fear of you being in danger because of him becomes real...In this reality, you die in “six months” after terrible sufferings.

In this reality, you’re no more, and it’s all because he wasn’t there to save you, all because he never planted a tracker in you to know where you were if you were in danger (creepy much ? Needless to say, you never knew about said tracker...Bruce would use it only for emergencies though), all because you were too far away, because...Because of the Break-Up.

Bruce slowly turns toward Flash, about to beg him to stop but...The young man isn’t done. He has one last place to show him, and he won’t let the Bat argue or fight about it.

************

Bruce is ready to have his heart torn away from him once again. But...

But it doesn’t happen.

He’s in his batcave, and Flash is nowhere to be seen.

Alfred is giving sandwiches to two young boys (Damian and Jon) in a corner of the room, lecturing them about manners while they bite into their meal avidly, chattering away excitedly about some fun fair the mom of the short haired one (Dami) took them to today, and if they could maybe go back tomorrow.

Near the batcomputer, there’s a teenager who’s happily typing away, watching YouTube videos, a coffee mug in his hand (Tim). It seems like he’s solving criminal cold cases at the same time...

There’s a man, in another corner of the room, who’s training with another man...Bruce feels like he saw one of them before, but can’t recall were. The one he recognized of course, was adult Dick, and the other one ? Jaybird.

There’s a teenaged girl who’s arriving on a motorcycle, and who’s running towards the two young boys, snapping the sandwich out of one of the kid’s hands. The boy, who looks like Bruce as a child (except for the darker skin tone and green eyes) instantly gets mad. The other boy laughs, as Alfred rolls his eyes and takes the sandwich back from the teenaged girl’s hand to give it to the boy, and give her a brand new one...Cassandra.

And...Here you are, walking down the stairs towards him.

And you’re pregnant.

After all this pain and misery, of witnessing all those terrible futures...here you are, pregnant. And you walk towards him with the sweetest and most beautiful smile he ever saw.

It’s as if all his suffering ends, in that instant.

Because you’re here. And you eclipse every problems he ever had. You erase every bad feelings. You’re his beacon of light in a World of darkness.

You always make him feel better. Even now, as Bruce knows this is only a possible future, this might never happen, he might never even see your face again...

-Oh hey there, how did you get down so fast ? I didn’t see you and I was sure you were in our room getting ready to take a shower...Eh, I must have dreamt that. Quick, feel it, he’s kicking like crazy !

...He ? So the baby currently in your belly was a...he.

You smile at him as you take his hand and lay it on your swollen belly. And a wave of strong emotions overwhelms Bruce.

He can feel it. Its little feet kicking and tossing. And the fearless Bat feels tears coming to his eyes.

-He’s a fighter that one, his father’s son ! Say, Bruce...I was thinking...We could maybe call him Thomas ? Like your father ? I think it would fit him. I think he’s a Thomas...And I was thinking about “Clark” for a second name, you know, to thank him for everything he’s done for us.

It seems that in that moment, you realize that Bruce is crying and...you don’t say anything. You don’t judge. You don’t mock him. You just reach a warm finger to his cheeks and wipe his tears away, smiling fondly at him.

And Bruce feels the urge to hold you. Tight. Against his heart. And...

He’s gone before he realizes it.

************

Flash brought him back to the present. To their timeline.

The image of you pregnant with his baby printed on his retina.

They’re back in the Watchtower’s common room, but it’s empty now.

Barry says :

-I thought...I thought I’d come back here while you look at what could be your future, what should be your future, and tell them to give you some space. I feel like...you’ll need it. I’m...hum...I’ll leave you alone too. If you need anything, you know where to find us.

And in a heartbeat, Flash is gone.

Bruce is left alone, here, in the common room, in the present.

He’s left alone and finally, the overwhelming experience he just lived downs on him and he falls on his knees, holding his head in his hands...

What has he done ?

************

It takes him time to recollect himself, but he does, and now, he knows what to do.

He barely stops to tell them he’s ok, to tell Dick he finally changed his mind and he’s going to get his mother back...He barely utters a few words towards them, as he takes the nearest zeta tube and enters Metropolis’ coordinates.

They don’t need him to explain.

They have no idea what he went through, the only one who knows is Flash and he will never tell them anything, this is between him and Batman.

They have no idea what his decision is but...They all feel oddly relieved, as if the worst passed.

Clark picks up Dick in his arms and says :

-Alright, let’s get you home buddy. I’ll stay with you until they come back, promise.

-”They” ?

-Of course, they.

Dick throws his arms around Superman’s neck and tucks his head on his shoulder. He said “they”.

************

Here you are. On the opposite side of the street.

Bruce has been following you for a little bit now, wondering how he should start to talk to you...Being a stalker because he just can’t find the right words.

How can he convince you that you mean everything to him ? That even if he told you to go, even if he didn’t try to stop you from leaving, he loves you more than anything ?

How can he make you forgive him ? Or at least, hear him out ?

He’ve been pondering all that for ages now, as he looks at you walking gracefully amongst the crowded sidewalk...You’re reading.

Of course you are. And it’s quite masterful really, the way you’re able to walk around people without bumping into anyone, while not even taking your nose out of your book.

Bruce is impressed and he...

Car.

You’re about to cross the road and you don’t see the car coming, that went through the orange light even though he should have stopped...

“She was hit by a car”, Flash’s words resonate in his head and...He can’t let that happen ! Not now that he realized he can’t live without you !

Bruce doesn’t think. He starts running, and it feels like the World around him goes in slow motion...He tackles you just as the car is about to hit you, and gets you out of danger.

You’re confused and a bit knocked out by the force of Bruce’s body lunging at you, and it takes you a while to regain your senses.

Your let go of your book when Bruce tackled you and it lays there, on the road, completely crushed by the car’s tyres.

You realize that you almost died, and that someone just saved you ! You turn to your hero and...

-..Bruce ?!

It’s like an electroshock is going through your body and your up on your feet in matter of seconds, even though you’re still a bit shaky because of the tackle. You glare at the hand he reaches towards you just in case you need support.

Bruce gets up too, and reaches for your face where a little bruise is forming and...his warm fingers send shiver down your spine. And oh you longed for his touch...But it can’t be.

The fucker told you to go. And he went back to Selina Kyle.

You slap his hand away and point a finger at him. For a moment, it seems like you’re about to yell at him, to hit him more, to do...anything really.

But you don’t. Your mouth opens but no words come out of it. Your fists clench but you don’t move. Instead, you turn on your heals and you walk away, quickly getting lost in the crowded sidewalk.

Bruce follows you.

He has a hard time keeping an eye on you as you walk fast towards your destination and he’s not use to Metropolis’ ways.

He almost lost you a few times, but is able to track you down in the end, as you enter into Luthor Corps’ tower.

He catches you right before the security gates, where he’s pretty sure he would never be able to get to you.

-(Y/N) please wait, I have to talk to you.

His large hand lays on your shoulder and you turn around rapidly, slapping it away. Angrily you say :

-Don’t touch me ! Go back to Gotham, and to your Selina. Thanks for saving me but I...

-Listen to me, please !

-I don’t have to. I don’t want to. It’s too late, you...

-Oh hey hey hey, what’s happening here ?

You cringe at the sound of the new voice coming in, and a frown comes upon Bruce’s handsome feature.

Lex Luthor.

His mellow and low voice resonates in the huge hall. He continues :

-Is that man bothering you, sweety ?

Oh the disrespect in the words “that man”...You clench your fist once more, this time angry at Lex. “Sweety” ? UGH ! But punching your boss wasn’t really recommended, and so you put on a fake smile (that Bruce instantly recognizes) and say :

-No, he was about to leave.

-Yes he is. Because (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk to you, Bruce, and you know it. She has better things to do than to waste her time with you.

You don’t know where it’s coming from, but Lex’s words stir something deep inside and you suddenly, the only thing you want to do is to hear Bruce out. As if because Lex assumed you didn’t want to talk to him, because he said it’d be a waste of your time...you suddenly HAVE to do it.

You look at Lex for a while, and you can see he’s just waiting for a move from Bruce to call security on him and provoke a big scandal that will be on every first page in every magazines the next day.

You turn to Bruce and...It’s as if Lex isn’t there. Your ex-boyfriend only looks at you, waiting for you to confim that you don’t want to talk to him, ignoring the affront Lex Luthor just did to him...

And it finishes to convince you. You say :

-Actually...Go ahead Bruce, I have a few minutes to kill before starting work. What did you want to talk about ?

Your tone of voice is still cold but...you’re willing to listen to him. And without thinking, Bruce starts.

He pours all of his emotions in his words.

He tells you everything, not a care in the World that he has an audience who keeps sighing, rolling his eyes and chuckling at his words. No. Bruce ignores completely Lex Luthor and tells you everything.

You’re his World. You’re his everything. He cannot live without you. He doesn’t want to live without you. He’s an ass. He doesn’t deserve you (the nods Lex Luthor gives at that infuriates you...as if he was more worthy of you than Bruce !). But he can’t see himself with anyone else but you. He needs you. ...Dick does too.

He tells you everything.

He knows that without you, he cannot go on. He cannot feel. He cannot take care of Dick on his own. And the boy need you. He needs his...mother. He needs guidance and love that only you can give him. The family needs you. Even Alfred. Especially Alfred ? Because all he wanted was for Bruce to be happy, and he couldn’t be happy without you.

He tells you everything.

He loves you. He invited Selina in the hope to forget you...and it failed miserably. Even putting his arms around her waste felt wrong, and every time he turned around he expected to see you. Because he loves you. With all his heart. With all his being. With all his might.

He tells you everything.

How sorry he is it took him so long to realize you were the one. To realize only you could make him truly happy. You by his side. Forever.

He loves you more than anything. And this is why right now, he lays his heart bear, and tells you everything.

And...Something else stirs in you once more. It’s not annoyance at Lex’s insufferable behavior, and it’s not the anger, depression and sadness you felt all those months away from him.

It’s not the pain that resonated in you whenever you saw him without being able to talk or touch him.

No. It’s...it’s love.

Because you love him too. And his speech changed something within you. If even Bruce put aside his pride and told you all those things that you knew were genuine...To hell with your stubbornness.

You love him. Deeply. And he just proved to you he loves you too...

-Well, that was utterly...Pathetic. Now if you’ll excuse us Bruce, (Y/N) and I have to...

You barely hear Lex spit his venom, you barely register Bruce turning to him, about to say something, you barely...you barely retain yourself.

You apologize. You tell him your sorry, too, to be such a mule. And you tell him you love him too. Of course you do. Always have, always will.

You wrap your arms around Bruce’s neck, and crash your mouth on his.

Months of pent up feelings, pain, sufferings, resentment, guilt etc etc...explodes as he responds to your kiss.

Your kind of aware that Lex Luthor is saying something, but Bruce’s tongue in your mouth is too distracting for you to really know what’s going on around you. His arms are around your waste, yours are around his neck.

You think you see, through your closed eyelids, a flash of a camera snapping (the next day, the news of you and Bruce getting back together will be plastered everywhere) but you don’t care.

You found him back.

Your Bruce.

And you can’t believe everything was as easy as both of you just apologizing and telling each other what you truly felt...

You can’t believe that both of you were so stubborn, that you almost ruined your life...When all it took was a simple “I’m sorry, I love you”.

It didn’t matter now though, because here, in Luthor Corps’ Tower, in front of Lex himself, you were making out with the love of your life, and all of your troubles were gone. All of his troubles were gone.

You were finally back together.

************

The present days :

Yes. Dick Grayson reminisced that highly unpleasant memory as he looked upon you and his father sleeping on the living room couch.

After Bruce went to tell you his true feelings, you came back home to the mansion to an extremely happy Dickie and a relieved Alfred, and the rest is history.

Now over twenty years later, you were still together and still as in love as ever...and Dick blessed the day when he too, was a stubborn little guy and never gave up on getting his parents back together.

Because what would have happened if this never happened ? If you stayed broken up ? ...Dick couldn’t even imagine it without shivering.

His sudden shivering movement and little gasp woke you up, and you turn your head to the source of the sound...A large and warm smile that you only give your children crosses your face as you say :

-Hey Dickibird, how are you today ?

Your voice is sleepy and a bit weak (maybe you’re catching a cold ? ...And oh if they knew that what you had, the sickness that inhabited you right now was much more worst than a simple cold...but for now, they were unaware of the tumors growing in your bodies, and still had some carefree time with you, with no worries or fears of loosing you), but it still wakes Bruce too.

He doesn’t open his eyes though, on the contrary, he dugs his face in your neck a little bit more, as he lays on top of you, and makes a cute little sound. Dick answers you :

-I’m Good mom. Was just thinking about something, when I was a kid.

-About what ?

-About a time dad was being stupid.

-...You’re gonna have to be more specific honey.

Dick laughs out loud. Bruce groans and pinches your waist mercilessly which makes you squeal. He opens his eyes and narrows them at you and your son.

-What time ?

He asks, and you laugh because he just confirmed that he’ve been stupid more than once, and for The Batman to admit this...Bruce understands what you’re on about and groans some more, pinching you lightly again. You laugh and Dick says :

-To be honest, you were both being very stupid that time...Very, very, very stupid. And things could have ended much worst.

You and Bruce look at your son, wondering what he’s on about, but Dick only winks and says :

-Eh. It doesn’t matter, in the end, things were fixed. Thanks to me of course. And a few others...But mainly cute little me. Anyway, I’ll be in the kitchen, I told Damian and Tim I’d have lunch with them. Rest you old people, you need it.

You stick your tongue out at your son, and Bruce groans some more, but it’s all in good heart...Your son leave and you cuddle even closer to your husband, quickly falling back asleep, having wonderful dreams...

Yes. Things could have been oh so much different if twenty years ago, a little eight year old boy hadn’t been so stubborn. Proof that, sometimes, being so stubborn was a good thing.

The End.

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This is HELLA long and I feel like I let you guys down for this finale...It took me ages to finish this series and...Eh. It’s not great. Especially this long ass last chapter that I feel just goes round and round.

Anyway. Yeah. Here. I hope you liked it...and as usual, feedbacks are more than welcomed <3.

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Hey, new to your blog and I love it. I was wondering if we can get a scenario of Megatron deciding to keep a human as a pet and is suprised their okay with it?

Hello welcome to me being an absolute fuckin nerd as I write about wanting to smooch robots at three am

Megatron held a studded collar and leash in his servo. He has been trying to do anything to get any response from you. Anything, anger, disgust, annoyance, anything other than casual passive compliance you always had.

His latest attempt, to stop providing clean cloths to you, only resulted in you just not wearing anything but a pair of boxers. You even commented that it was nice to have an excuse to be topless all the time. Before that, he only provided raw top ramen that he had stolen from a semi-truck that was on its way to delivering it somewhere. You just ate it and thanked him for the crunchy food since you liked the texture. He even saw you try and snort a flavor packet once just for the hell of it. Before that, he kept you in a 6X6X6 foot cage but you still didn’t seem to care. It’s not like you were going anywhere anyway you said.

If this, treating you like an actual pet and putting you on a leash, didn’t work he’d have to get especially creative.

He entered the room and saw you, laying as sprawled as you could in the cage wearing a pair of plaid boxers and crunching on raw ramen, and gave a cough to announce his presence. You turned to him and held out two fingers, a ‘peace sign’ he had learned it was called.

“You must wear this at all times,” He dropped the leash and collar between the bars of the cage. You picked it up and turned it over in your small hands. A smile grew wide across your face as you laughed.

“Wow, I didn’t think you were into this type of thing Megs,” You looked at him again and laughed at his confused expression.

“What are you talking about?” He seemed annoyed as he glared down at you.

“Pet play? Possibly humiliation too considering all your resent requests. Never thought the ‘Mighty Megatron’ would get off to having a pet human in a leash but I guess you learn a new thing every day,” You smirked at him as you placed the collar around your neck.

This is not what he had expected. You even found it humorous. You had to be messing with him now. No human would be okay with this yet you took everything in stride. He stood, looking at you in disbelief as you laughed at his befuddlement.

“What? Am I just too sexy for you to handle in this studded collar you got me?” You propped up a leg on a bar of the cage. A playful eye waggle as tried to figure out what to say.

“Why? Why are you like this?”

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #Megatron #tfp megatron #reader insert #my writings

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1. What made you decide to roleplay this muse?

* d e e p b r e a t h *

I’ve grown up on BTA & The Batman cartoons & the Joker has always been my weakness. I dare say he is my favorite villain of all time tbh. Of course when Gotham came out I had to watch it, so I picked the show up back when it first started in 2015 (? I think) all the way up to its finale… I’ll be honest, I had very high expectations about the Joker origin story they would go for & I’m still not sure if they lived up to those expectations. I knew I was going to join the RPC when the show was through ( I don’t like roleplaying characters from shows that are still running ) but I thought it was gonna be for Oswald xD

When I’d first seen The Blind Fortune Teller I loved Jerome’s plot twist at the end -it caught my eye. I honestly hadn’t seen it coming at all and I always appreciate things that can surprise me xD I loved his presence in the MANIAX & his theatrics, they spoke to me as I’m a theater kid myself, but then they killed him off the first time & I was so disappointed that I kinda lost interest in picking him up tbh. I felt like he had a lot of potential and they just threw it out the window … ( which is probably how Jerome felt in that moment as well xD )

AND THEN- comes ‘The Gentle Art of Making Enemies’. That was it for me. The costume, the performance, Jerome’s laugh, the little comical details about his character, he encapsulated the Joker’s essence perfectly while still being his own thing… He was so raw, so human & yet he felt so high and mighty that you’d forget he was mortal sometimes. He is my favorite adaptation of the Joker’s character, honestly, the type that seems chaotic but has a method to the madness, the one who comes across as if he’s just ‘nuts’ but if you look deep, deep down in his character there’s meaning behind him, even if that meaning hides behind pointless acts of violence. And Jerome’s personality - that came to full blossom in the later seasons - in itself is so complex that he is a challenge to write. Much like my muse, I can’t turn down a challenge myself ;3

3. Are there other characters you’re interested in rping or wish to?

When I first started watching Gotham I was considering Oswald, because I hecking L O V E Oswald. You guys don’t understand how much I love him, he was my problematic fave from the start, I stan , he’s made me CRY legit tears & he is my baby …

But, as it is, I can’t really be on more than one blogs at a time, because it takes up a lot of my energy & muses get fickle etc etc. So, even though I still love the Penguin I’m going to satisfy my cravings for him by reading @/eloquentyrant’s blog instead ( aiton’s oswald tho. kills me. kills me every time :”D )

Oh, I also wanted to do a Jeremiah at one point, but after a small test drive I decided not to tbh because I’m not really feeling him ( + if muses could manifest Jerome would appear beside me & shoot me the second I made a blog )

18. Your muse’s theme song

So, at times I’ve posted various songs that I consider absolute Jerome anthems, some of which being Tiny Tim’s - Livin in the Sunlight & Tip-toe through the tulips , 10 cc - Good morning Judge, Elias & the Error - As I was going to St. Clair, as well as Alice Cooper’s - Lock me up, the Laughing Song ( which is also on his promo )

But. If you’re asking me, what I unironically believe should blast the speakers every time Jerome walks into a room ? It’s the Pink Elephant Parade. Listen - it is circus themed with sinister undertones, INSANELY groovy, the fast changes in the song’s tone remind me of mood-swings, there’s an actual part that sounds like a snake dance ( 2:02 - 2:22 ) , it embraces all of the different Jerome moods & it definitely gives off the impression that you could be in a show with him dancing claquette over a corpse.

#// thank u sm for the ask sorry i got so rambly x'D #// the questions were so good :"DDD #{ theednygma }#You'd better not forget to clap! || {Asks answered}#Up next...The Ventriloquist! || {OOC}

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Working in an office would be impossible without the aide of coffee. Waking up early in the morning, doing mundane tasks all day, working in silence with only the sound of the copying machine playing in the background, all of it seems to be specifically tailored to put employees to sleep. That’s why coffee is so important. Without coffee everyone would be too busy yawning and taking naps to get their work done. Without coffee no one would be able to be productive. Without coffee the whole of corporate society would probably cave in on itself.

Sean “Spot” Conlon knows the importance of coffee firsthand. He practically lives off of coffee and has been living off it since he was a teen. He was raised in a household that drank a lot of caffeine and that trait was simply passed down to him. His preferred way of drinking coffee would be black with maybe one sugar. His family would tell him growing up that strong men drank their coffee dark and bitter, so in order to grow up to be a strong man young Spot only took his coffee bitter. At first he hated it with a passion but eventually he got used to it. Though he can clearly see in his later years that the bitterness of ones coffee has very little to do with their masculinity he would still opt to take his coffee this way. It sorta grew onto him over the years.

In the company building Spot has been working in for going on 3 years is it customary for the newbie to make everyone's coffee. Because he usually takes his coffee dark with only one sugar, when it was his turn to take over the position as company coffee maker many of his office mates were completely disgusted by his coffee. Many of the complaints were centered around the theme that the coffee was too bitter. Spot didn’t care though, he continued to make his coffee the way he preferred and didn’t even bother to change for anyone else. As a result, the tradition of getting the rookie to make everyone their coffee faded. No one wanted this boy’s coffee so most just started to make their own.

This went on until you started to work there. You were never one to enjoy mundane work but you were also never one to enjoy being broke so the office job was necessary. You weren’t exactly excited to start at your new job but the paycheck and slightly better financial stability that came with it continued to motivate you to get out of your warm bed and into the workplace. The senior members had a field day with it. A new person hadn’t joined in a while so they were excited. Most of their excitement stemmed from the fact that with a new staff member came the chance to reinstate the old coffee custom. There were some that were weary, the taste of bitter, burnt tasting coffee still strong on their tongues, but ultimately it was agreed on by the majority. The rookie coffee making tradition was making a reappearance.

You hated the tradition. As far as you were concerned it was stupid and useless and just downright rude. You didn’t sign up for the job to become everyone’s barista and you surely weren’t getting paid extra for doing it so there was really no reason you should do it. Yet you still did, because you were told that if you didn’t your work life would be made hell and there’s nothing worse than making enemies on your first day. In order to be most proficient at your task, you decided to walk around the office and ask everyone how they liked their coffee to be made. In theory that was a good plan but it proved to be pretty worthless in the end since everyone ignored you in favor of getting their own work done. You were all by yourself and you had to make a whole 20 something people coffee by lunch. There was only one thing to do. You had to fix the coffee the way you typically liked it, preferably a medium dark color with about two-three sugars. Not too bitter and not too sweet. Just right.

Most people in the office were pretty impressed by your coffee. In sharp contrast to Conlon’s coffee it was actually pretty enjoyable. Actually almost everyone in the office enjoyed the coffee you made, everyone except Spot Conlon. Spot Conlon still preferred his coffee to be dark and was in no way making any effort to change his tastes. While everyone else enjoyed the rookie’s coffee he continued to make his own cup everyday. If anything he started to make his coffee darker just to spite everyone.

With Spot always deciding to opt out of the caffeine run, you had little reason to speak to him. You both worked in different areas and didn’t talk to one another at all. Spot didn’t mind that either. His philosophy was he was at his job to work not socialize, so if he just so happens to meet the new person great but if not, oh well. This continued for a few months. You would deliver the office’s coffee and skip over Spot and Spot would make his own coffee and not be bothered. Report week broke the cycle.

Report week is the most dreaded week in the office. Everyone has to start working extra hard to stay on top of their reports and have to make sure that they send them in on time. It is a week full of rushing around, the strong scent of caffeine in the air, and the sound of clacking keyboards. During that week you became the most important person on the floor. Everyone loved you and loved your coffee even more. Even the great and mighty Spot Conlon had to start drinking your coffee due to his packed schedule. He didn’t have the time to get up and make his own whenever he needed it so he was forced to drink the caffeine that was passed out by you during the day. In the beginning he hated it. It was too creamy and had far too many sugars in it. It felt as though with each sip of coffee came a fresh coat of sugar and cream to coat his tongue. It made him want to gag and spit it out but he most certainly didn’t have enough time for him to make his own cup so he just powered through it and kept working.

Since Conlon started to jump onto the office coffee bandwagon both you and him had more reason to speak to one another. At first it started with simple ‘hello’s. Then it turned into ‘how are you today’s and ‘how’s your work going’s. Quickly it escalated into staying after work to hold extensive conversations about your lives and your likes and dislikes and everything in between. Sometimes the conversations were serious and down to earth while other times it was lighthearted and silly. The brief moments that the two of you spent speaking to one another were amazing to him and often made him regret not going out to meet you sooner. If only he knew that the coffee server that he spent so much time avoiding was this amazing, he would have gone running to go meet them a whole lot sooner. You made the seconds bleed into the minutes which bled into the hours etc. Time flew past quickly and just as quickly as it started, the most hated Report Week was over.

Even after Report Week was over and all the pandemonium was officially over, Spot still found himself taking the coffee that you handed out. You quickly became one of his favorite people in the building and the coffee was the only thing that gave him the chance to speak to you. After a couple weeks the taste of caffeine along with smooth cream and sugar became something that he was used to. In fact after a while he began to enjoy it. The sweetness that accompanied it reminded him of your sweet smile and the savory moments the two of you had together. The two of you also shared a lot of common interests and at times could even find similarities in how you were raised. You bonded with him in a way that Spot rarely did with other people let alone in the workplace. To him the workplace was supposed to be a place of strict professionalism, yet when it came to you he couldn’t seem to bring himself care. He would gladly choose to spend his entire day with you and if it took drinking coffee all day to make that happen then he would do it gladly.

Spot didn’t know how accustomed to, and sometimes even fond of, your presence he had become until one day you didn’t show up to work. The floor coffee server was gone and now everyone had to make their own. Spot didn’t mind pouring his own steaming hot mug of joe but he did miss you. He missed your smile and your eyes and the silly conversations you two would have whenever you spoke. He missed the brightness that you brought to the work place whenever you were around. He even missed your coffee. At that point his bitter, black coffee was too bitter for him to enjoy. The taste felt like sand paper rubbing against his tongue and it was absolutely horrible. It confused him. He used to love drinking his coffee that way, in fact it was the only way that the was able to drink his coffee, yet now it was far too bitter for him. His tastes had changed and that was all because of the coffee server. Because of you. When that realization dawned on him, his heart momentarily skipped a beat.

The rest of the day was rather unproductive. How could he possibly do all of his work with the thought of you stuck in his head. Now that he was painfully aware of the impact you were making on him and his preferences, he was fixed on you. He made an insufferable amount of mistakes while he was working and was frequently caught zoning out. He became hyper aware of the void you left when you weren’t there. He was antsy from the lack of conversation that day. He had become so used to speaking to and confiding in you, that now that he couldn’t do that he felt deprived. He felt like an integral part of his day was missing and he missed it immensely.

When you came back the next day he was ecstatic. He spent the whole night before thinking about you and how you made his heart race. Suddenly he went from the big and bold brooding bad boy that most chose to stay away from to a small squish of a man whose head was forever set in the skies. He wasted his hours staring at the ceiling and thinking about scenarios. About cute dates and hugs and kisses. Somehow he found a way to make himself fall for you harder than he did originally. His heartbeat went from a soft stutter to a harsh pounding whenever he thought of you.

That morning you looked beautiful. Perhaps others in the office would think that you looked no different than you usually did on any other day, but to love stricken Spot you looked wondrous. Like an angel from above. When you came around to give him his daily cup of coffee and hello he was completely flustered. His cheeks were dusted a light pink and his breath was caught in his throat. Before he could even think about what he was about to say his lips started to move.

“Hey (Y/N), would you like to go out for coffee later. Like on a date.”

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