#he knows being king gets in the way of that

[cythraul]

"Lancelot is a fanfiction OC"

So I can't speak to @specialagentartemis's point about how fanfic works, but I can talk a bit about the growth of Arthurian canon, and how things get added to it!

(I pray @becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys 's forgiveness for not getting into the cultural appropriation aspect of it. There is just. So much.)

Basically, it's all additions.

Our earliest reference to Arthur - maybe - is Y Gododdin, an Old Welsh poem that's a collection of elegies for Celtic Britons who died at the Battle of Catraeth. In one stanza, the poet praises the warrior Gwawrddur, but follows the praise with "though he was not Arthur".

Our earliest reference for events of Arthur's life - maybe - is Annales Cambriae, which contains two entries that mention Arthur:

516: The Battle of Badon, in which Arthur carried the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ for three days and three nights upon his shoulders and the Britons were the victors.

537: The battle of Camlann, in which Arthur and Medraut fell: and there was plague in Britain and Ireland.

(James Ingram's 1912 translation, pulled from Wikisource) "Medraut" is usually known in English by the name Mordred. What role does he play here? In later stories, he's Arthur's enemy, but here? Who knows? (Rachel Bromwich might know, but I don't have her book to hand.)

We've got Trioedd Ynys Prydein - literally "the Triads of the Island of Britain", though in English they're usually known as "the Welsh Triads". They're a collection of lists of threes of things - not stories, but a catalogue of narrative references, possibly for bards to draw from. Arthur pokes through in places - there are clearly Arthurian tales that were known to these bards, but are lost to us. Suddenly we've got references to Arthur's queen, Gwenhwyfar (Guinevere), and various warriors of his court, and already we're seeing references to her being the cause of the Battle of Camlann, though possibly not in the way we see in later traditions.

We've got Culhwch ac Olwen, a Welsh story of Arthur's kinsman Culhwch who enlists Arthur's help in completing a series of quests, to win the hand of Olwen, daughter of the king of giants. Arthur's hall contains figures who are probably remnants of Celtic gods, and figures whose names are just plays on words. Gwenhwyfar is here, as are Kai (whom you might know from The Sword in the Stone), and Bedwyr/Bedivere, whom you might know from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. No Lancelot yet, no Merlin, no Tristan, though there's an Essyllt who's kinda-sorta-maybe the Isolde of the Tristan and Isolde tale.

A lot of these characters are referenced in these stories, but almost certainly known to audiences at the time. For every text we have, there are certainly plenty of stories that are lost to us - independent stories of these characters, and stories where they are connected to Arthur.

Then Geoffrey of Monmouth, a 12th century Welsh monk, wrote his Latin History of the Kings of Britain, which gave us an extended narrative of the career of Arthur. Guinevere and Mordred take up together, triggering the Battle of Camlann, a tangle that will center on Lancelot in later stories.

Geoffrey's History was a megahit. Latin was way more widely known than Welsh, so suddenly we had a full and rich Arthurian narrative that was linguistically accessible. The History inspired further works in Welsh, in English, in Latin, in French, and more.

This is all before the writing of any Arthurian sources that most modern readers will have ever heard of. This is centuries before Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur, which is centuries before Tennyson's Idylls of the King, or White's The Sword in the Stone, and so on.

My point. I had a point here, somewhere. Okay, I'm going to tell you my point, and then I'm going to admit I'm lying about my point.

My point is that nearly everything is a "later addition" to the story, because the story is a later addition to the story. We have hints and fragments, remnants of rich narrative traditions that are now mostly lost to us; fragments that, through the collaboration of countless authors across centuries, have grown up into the Arthurian mythos we know today.

Except that's kind of not my point, because while everything I'm saying is true, it's all in service of the argument that Lancelot being a later addition doesn't make him an invalid addition - just a continuation of a tradition of additions that have been going on since the beginning.

But, in writing this rant, I went to refresh myself on Lancelot's origins - because fuck, man, there is so much Arthur, and I haven't traditionally focused on Lancelot all that much myself. I'd remembered he's an independent French legendary hero who got soldered onto Arthur, like so many other elements. So I pulled him up on Wikipedia, and holy fuck, man.

Depending on which scholar you ask, he's maybe:

Llenlleawg Wyddel, one of Arthur's warriors from way back in Culhwch and Olwen

Llwch Llawwynnyawg, father of some of Arthur's warriors, again from Culhwch and Olwen, and thus possibly also the Irish god Lugh

Lleu Llaw Gyffes, a hero from the Mabinogion, another early collection of Welsh legends

Eliwlod, a nephew of Arthur's who shows up in the Triads

An Iranian hero bound up in the proposed Scythian/Sarmatian origin for Arthur (which was depicted, sloppily, in the 2004 film King Arthur)

A reference to an early Gothic tribe called Vinoviloth

Unguist, the son of a 6th-century Pictish king

Fraimbault de Lassay, an early French saint

Maelgwn, king of Gwynedd, one of the medieval kingdoms of Wales

Llaennog, father of a king of Elmet in the Brythonic Old North

and more

So yeah. "Lancelot is a fanfiction OC" is reductive, and completely misunderstands how Arthurian legend works, but also, depending on which scholar you believe, might not even be true.

People on this website will really mock anti-vaxxers and flat earthers for ignoring scientists and getting their alternative facts from facebook, and then turn around and insist they know more history than historians and more archaeology than archaeologists because they read an unsourced tumblr post once

[rose-writes-for-march]

March for More: Not so Markless After All

MASTERPOST

For as long as Bruce could remember, he'd never had a soulmate. There were no loops or twisting vines inked on skin, no murmur in the back of his head, or a timer on his wrist. By all evidence found, he was alone.

It wasn't anything too tragic. The Markless is a small but welcoming community, dedicated to spreading awareness that not everyone needed or wanted such a bond and Bruce liked being a part of it. However, he couldn't shake the disappointment even with the rationalization that a soulmate would only complicate his nighttime activities.

Which is why, in the middle of a meeting to prepare for the council with the King of another realm, Batman was shocked to see a red string on his finger. It hadn't been there a moment ago when he was talking to Superman, appearing in the moment he'd turned to address Flash, then solidifying as he caught sight of it.

He knew, okay, that the red string was rare. That of all the bonds one could have, a red string was equally the luckiest and unluckiest bond to have. Because if you weren't close—approximately 50 miles at most—then you can't see it. You could go your entire life thinking you're Markless then all of a sudden your soulmate takes a vacation or a road trip. Like Bruce did.

Except, Bruce is in space. In space, where no one knows about or can get to without having prior authorization. So who the hell is his soulmate and why are they getting closer.

In the time it took Batman to find the direction of the string, the rest of the room had gone tense at the Dark Knights' sudden intensity. So, when a body casually floats through the walls of the Watchtower, the heroes are all prepared to fight.

"Ah— oops, didn't mean to spook ya'll!" A midwestern voice accompanied by an undertone of whispering that Batman can't make out calls from the body. A man, with white hair floating like clouds and a face pale like snow with only startling Lazarus green eyes to accentuate. Batman is intrigued, wary, and uneasy all at once.

"Who are you?" He calls out, eyes avoiding the red he knows is there. The man startles, eyes shooting across the room to find Batman, then stills. Oh, he hadn't noticed, then.

There's a long stretch of silence before a laugh falls from the mans lips—don't look at them, don't��as he removes himself from the wall. "Oh, this is hilarious," the man calls out, "I can't believe this is why Clockwork wanted me to hear you guys out, that fucker."

He shakes himself off and now that he's standing— floating upright, Batman can see the man wears an outfit of black and white, a bodysuit that looks eerily like a hazmat with a black cape overtop. The cape, as it flairs out behind the man, reveals a void of black that is splattered in the expanse of swirling stars and galaxies.

"I'm Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms and all that jazz. And you, poor unfortunate soul, are stuck with me it seems."

It sounded like a threat to Batman's hard-wired brain, but in the King's sickly green eyes was a sense of trepidation. The council had been planned with much of the same feeling—like the King didn't know if he could trust the word of humans from a world that was actively hunting and experimenting on his kind.

Bruce, in some strange way, thought it reminded him of his kids. Of Dick, who had lost his parents and home, and had found a place with Bruce to heal. Of Jason, who was so bright and so good, but couldn't find what he needed with Bruce. Of Tim, hardworking and desperate to save anyone he could, no matter what. Of Damian, angry and confused that Bruce wanted him to be a kid for once.

"Hm." Batman can feel the smile on his face, can feel the stares of his confused comrades, but that doesn't matter. King Phantom is another in a long line of people that need Batman's help—what right does he have to walk away now.

[muwapsturniolo]

Disconnected 🌐 M. Sturniolo.

"I'm a falling star, a glimmer lighting up these cotton streets."

⟢ Fluff, smut, Matt being in love.

divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

He was stressed.

It seemed as if everything was piling onto his shoulders and weighing him down. Life was beginning to feel like a tangled web of endless phone calls due to meetings and constant "I don't know" s.

She was also stressed, caught up in the blinking lights and dial tones of her own job.

They were both victims of the worldwide system, but they found their sweet escape with each other. Together, they could tune out the static sounds of the city that never sleeps, their phones being turned off as they enjoy their time with each other.

Matt huffs as he walks down the softly lit hallway of the apartment building, pulling out his own key and putting it into the lock. He enters her apartment, inhaling the soft scent of brown sugar and maple. It was a smell that brought him comfort, reminding him of his favorite season.

He kicks off his shoes, lazily kicking them onto the mat and making his small trek to her bedroom. He smiles seeing her laying down on her stomach under the pile of blankets, a book in front of her. It was obvious she was naked, her bare shoulders and back proving that much.

She turns her head back, looking at him softly with tired eyes, "Hi baby, you look tired." She places her bookmark in the crevice of the paperback, closes the cover, and placing it on her nightstand.

"Yeah, work is getting to me...But I don't want to talk about that though-" She watches as he moves around her bedroom, grabbing the spare clothes he left here and changing into the relaxing material.

He crawls into the bed, smiling to himself as he pulls her on his lap, making her giggle softly.

"I just want to focus on you,"

Despite the sun shining brightly through the windows of the bedroom, it begins to rain, providing a sense of tranquility to the moment between the couple.

His thumbs rub soft circles on her hips, slowly dipping under the band of her underwear, the only material on her body. She hums softly, looking up at him with a spark in her eye.

"Focus on me then," she begins to gently rock her hips, Matt's breath hitching at the action. His hands leave her waist and travel to her back, running up and down the soft brown skin.

"You want me to focus on you?" He quirks a brow, a glimmer of a smirk making its way onto his face. She nods, continuing the rocking of her hips and leaning closer to him.

"Of course I do."

With that, their lips touch, the kiss not being hasty and hungry, yet remaining soft and sloppy. His hands move back to her waist as her own hands take place on his shoulder and his cheek. She begins to grind her hips down harder, smiling into the kiss as she feels the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

He trails his kisses down to her neck, pulling her closer as he leaves his mark on her. "Been waiting for you all day, needed to be with you, thinking of nothing but you." He breathes out, his grip tightening.

His lips move to her breasts, his tongue circling around one of her hardened nipples, one of his hands tweaking at the other. Her eyes close as a soft whimper escapes between her parted lips. Her fingers rake through his hair, gently tugging on the soft brown strands. He captures her lips once again in a sloppy kiss, already working at removing his sweats, aided by her own hands.

As soon as his cock springs up between them, slapping against his abdomen with a leaking red tip, his hands tear her underwear in half, throwing the damaged material somewhere along the king-sized bed.

He swipes two fingers through her folds, his groans and her soft moans mixing together in an orgasmic harmony. He spreads her wetness around, using it as a makeshift lube to prep her.

"Gonna ride me sweetheart?"

She says nothing, grabbing the base of his cock and hovering over it before sinking down. His grip on her waist tightens tenfold at the feeling of her warm velvet walls gripping his shaft, a low groan leaving his mouth as he tilts his head against the headboard. Her whole body shudders as the warm goosebumps rise along her body, her soft and perfect moans filling the room.

He loved it.

He loved the sounds she made, the way her body moved against his. He loved how they got lost in each other, putting the world to the side and disconnecting from society.

They were each other's favorite people, favorite place. They were each other's getaway, a vacation from the struggles of life.

He aids her in bouncing up and down on his cock, the lewd and crude noises filling the room along with their moans of stimulation.

"Fuck - look at you - mm, looking so pretty f'me." He pants, a thin layer of sweat covering both their bodies as the heat between them grows stronger.

"M-Matt!" She whimpers as his thumb begins to circle her clit, the bundle of nerves sending a shock wave of pleasure through her body. He uses his other hand to bring her head closer, their lips uniting for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Oh fuuck - Come on sweetheart, finish for me, m'so close." He urges, the knot in his stomach ready to snap at any given moment.

She whimpers, her pace remaining the same but her actions growing more eager. She slams her hips down harder, the tip of his cock reaching the deepest parts of her and making her eyes roll back. He puts more pressure on her clit, his endless figure eights getting faster.

She collapses against his chest, still rocking her hips as she and Matt reach their peak. He wraps his arms around her waist, turning them over in the bed so they're lying down.

They lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their sexual activities.

He rubs her back softly, watching her eyes follow her hands that are tracing his tattoos, counting the ink on his skin.

"I'm a falling star, a glimmer lighting up these cotton streets."

She furrows her brows, confused as to what his words mean.

"I'm falling in love with you more and more every day...My favorite place to be is here, with no pressure from the outside world, no loud sounds or phones, we barely watch tv when with each other...You're my favorite place."

"...You're my favorite place...My home"

[hiddencloudboi]

🔞 18+ only MDNI 🔞

☆ pairing: blue collar!country!rafe cameron x black!male!reader

☆ taglist: @starboye @gayaristocrat @b00tyliciousbabe @ghostking4m @multireese

Unlike your husband, you originally came from an old money family and they were very open with their disapproval of you having a relationship with him. They looked down on him – for coming from a poor background, for being a blue collar worker.

But you were madly in love with this beautiful man who was so unlike the snobby, shallow men in your family's social circle. Rafe was rough around the edges but kind, sweet, protective, and honest. He had actual substance and personality unlike these trust fund guys who rely on their family name.

And Rafe knew you were out of his league and that your parents didn't like him. He did have some insecurities that he couldn't provide a lavish lifestyle he felt you deserved but you always assured him that you were just happy to be with him.

When he finally proposes, it's with a cheap ring and he says that he knows he isn't a rich man but he can't imagine life without you. Rafe doesn't even get to finish his speech as you are embracing and kissing him, telling him yes over and over. He was the happiest man in the world.

But your parents weren't happy. There were arguments and tears. They refused to give their blessing to this union, partially because they had plans on you marrying the son of a business partner who came from the right pedigree.

You refused to back down, even when your father threatened that you would be disowned if you chose this path. You choose your relationship with Rafe, so he makes good on his threat by legally disinheriting you and having his estate attorney call you just to inform you.

But you have no regrets as all of the riches and prestige could never compare to the happiness, laughter and passion that Rafe brought you. It takes a bit of adjustment going from living in a mansion to a trailer, but you take it in stride.

Rafe's job as a construction worker is physically demanding, leaving him feeling drained most days. But opening up the lovingly homemade lunches you pack for him with cute little messages warm his heart. Coming back after a hard shift to an immaculately clean house and a delicious meal waiting on him makes Rafe fall even more in love.

You treat your man like a king. Serving him an amazing dinner and homemade desserts and ice cold beer. Asking him how his day was and telling him what you've been up to. You massage his shoulders and feet, maybe run a bubble bath for him.

By the time you two reach the bedroom, Rafe is ready to have his way with you. He will make sure that your legs are like jelly and the neighbors all hear you screaming his name.

[alaritheaurora]

One thing I don't see people talking about is Sneegsnag's loyalty to the kingdom. Often when people talk about him they speak about his relationship with losa, and while certainly he values them above all else. He is still extremely loyal to Foolish.

Even if he's not around often, Sneeg trusts Foolish to lead. Like, in every situation where Foolish has been gone, such as when Foolish was banned, or when Ros left Yelllow. He has done his best to do what Foolish would want, and was sure that Foolish would agree with his actions. In no circumstance did he think that Foolish would choose Owen over Ros. And after Foolish came back and cleared up what happened at his death Sneeg referred to him as generous.

I noticed this during one of the recent nirvana streams, because he's having a conversation with Sausage and Bek, and he's clearly uncomfortable about being seen as a god. And then they make a comment about him being useful in war. And Sneeg says he doesn't want to fight, that it's not his problem, but then he goes "if the king wants me to, I will. I trust his judgment" (paraphrased). It's the fact that even with these powers, even if he thinks the conflict is stupid, Sneeg trusts Foolish's decisions.

Arguably, Sneeg is currently the most loyal kingdom member. He's constantly providing insight resources and protection. He made an alarm system for the castle (for Ros, but she is probably the most important part of the kingdom). He does most of the tasks (for MULTIPLE teams). And he actually believes the things Foolish says, he trusts him.

And I think it's because Sneeg is away from the kingdom enough to often miss stuff, but when given the down-low, he's always given it in relation to yellow team. Any conflicts are Green's fault. Any good deeds are supported by the king. He gets a very filtered idea of the rest of the server because he isn't around to pass his own judgment, and his main way of getting information, Ros, is a people pleaser and wouldn't speak ill of her own teammates, even if maybe she should.

And I think Foolish takes this into account as well (not the bias, I don't think Foolish is aware of just how much Sneeg trusts him). Sneeg is third in line for the throne. That's crazy. The guy who is at the castle and interacts with others the least is third in line. Because Foolish knows how loyal he is. How should a problem arise, Sneeg will be there (so long as someone tells him). That Sneeg has the kingdom in mind, and not his own personal gain.

It's odd, how even though he doesn't look it, Sneeg is perhaps the one who believes in the kingdom's ideals the most.

[luvsicktyun]

𝓓𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝓑𝐘 𝓓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐼𝒩 𝒜 𝐵𝐸𝒜𝒰𝒯𝐼𝐹𝒰𝐿 𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒟𝒪𝑀 there lived five Princes with great power. Power to control the uncontrollable. All you know about the air you breathe, the fire you light, the water you drink, the land you stand on and the ether that makes you who you are falls on the shoulders of the royal beings that lay amongst the clouds. They watch you, they walk among you and this was their story, told on the scrolls of your being and the cages of your heart. Prepare yourself, for this story will change you and all that you are.

𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡…. @hyukascampfire , @biteyoubiteme , @izzyy-stuff , @beomiracles

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀���𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 彡 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡

𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓦𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝓢𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐜.𝐛𝐠

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 - @luvsicktyun

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⎯ wind god!bakery boy!beomgyu x mortal!reader

── ꒱⠀ ‎ູㅤ ‎ིྀ You hear it in your sleep and when you’re baking bread, when you’re putting the laundry up to dry or reading a novel on the porch. You hear it. The wind, it speaks to you. It sings sweet melodies in your ear when you're sleeping. Whispering soft reassurances when you can’t figure out what to do next. The wind speaks to you. And the only one who believes you is the village bakery boy who you can’t seem to stay away from.

𝓕𝐎𝐑 𝓐𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝓦𝐇𝐎 𝓦𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝓛𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐜.𝐲𝐣

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 - @biteyoubiteme

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⎯ fire god!yeonjun x psychic!reader

── જ⁀➴ Stolen in the night you have been held captive by a king who has collected people like fine jewelry and coin. Week by week he invites people from kingdoms all over to show off his riches, his prizes, his possessions. Amongst the gold is hidden a god, tricked into captivity and looking for a way out. Writing letters you burn them in fear of having anyone read about your desire to escape, only there is always someone who listens, someone who reads between the flames.

𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓥𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝓞𝐅 𝓝𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈 𝐡.𝐤

━ 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - @beomiracles

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⎯ ether god!kai x queen!reader

── ⏜ ꒱⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀ׅ⠀Ether, in its rawest and purest form is nothing. But to feel ether, you must become nothing yourself. You must mimic it, become hollow and void. Only then will you truly be able to embrace it. — When the King loses his battle to the sword, the Queen will come to know nothing but emptiness. Her body and her mind is now ether’s to take, and he will do so with purpose.

𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓦𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝓖𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐤.𝐭𝐡

━ 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - @hyukascampfire

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⎯ earth god!herbalist!taehyun x mortal reader

── ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ. the earth is an ancient thing, wise in ways that a spoiled Lord's daughter couldn't understand. taehyun is just that—both the vine and the dainty bloom made in the flesh. he is unmoving as the dirt beneath her fine slippers, and as much as she does not understand him, she knows that she needs his help.

𝓓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝓘𝐍 𝓨𝐎𝐔 𝐜.𝐬𝐛

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 - @izzyy-stuff

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⎯ water god!soobin x mortal!reader

── ︵⠀ Ꜥ    · In which Soobin wasn't sure what love felt like. A true, innocent connection between two people. It seemed almost like a myth to him until he saw his brothers in love. The look in their eyes-Soobin wanted to have that as well. So, he searched. He waited for centuries, watching people, trying to find a person that could make him feel the same way his brothers told him they felt with their people. And then he saw it, your eyes, the smile on your face as you talked to your friends, and he felt it. There was nothing that could stop him now, he was going to get his happy ending.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ๑ ֹ ₊ㅤ ۟ a new event! me and my girls are working so hard on this and were so excited to show you what we have!!! if you'd like to be added to the taglist for all fics comment here or send me an ask! if you'd like to be tagged in a certain fic, please send an ask to the designated author!

[bullet-prooflove]

The Asshole King: Jack Abbott x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gabsgabsvaz @yousigned-upforthis @flyinglama @cosmic-psychickitty

Companion piece to:

Masochist

Seven Shades of Fucked Up (NSFW)

Meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to Jack, he fully acknowledges that as he watches you potter about the kitchen in a Stevie Nicks t-shirt that barely covers your ass and black panties. You have Rhiannon playing on the vinyl player in the living room, the sound from the LP serenading the two of you as he sits at the kitchen table sipping decaf tea.

Before you everything was a vacuum, a slow empty death. There was no joy in his life, no heart, just the relentlessness of living in a world that lacked saturation and colour. Now he wakes up to this every day, a wife that sprinkles kisses on his face before she puts on a Fleetwood Mac record and dances around the kitchen as she makes her to do list.

The thing he loves the most about you is the fact you don’t let anything dim that light. You see the worst of humanity in your work as a psychiatrist. The broken, the damaged and sometimes the irredeemable and you handle it with a sense of grace and calm that’s truly remarkable, even if your methods aren’t exactly conventional.

He’s talking about the singing, the way you get your patients to calm down when they’re in a heightened state by using music therapy.

One of the first things people experiencing anxiety are advised to do is to breathe slowly however telling someone that usually has the opposite effect because they hone in on the fact they’re not getting enough oxygen.

That’s where singing comes in.

It’s a form of regular, controlled breathing that stimulates the parasympathetic nervous system. Focusing on the lyrics distracts patients from catastrophising, lowering their blood pressure and improving pain management.

 The first time he heard about it from Dana, he called bullshit but then he’d seen you in action in The Pitt when a vet presenting with complex PTSD was brought in, panic stricken and injured. They couldn’t calm him down and were discussing sticking him when you’d snapped on your gloves and instead of verbally manhandling him you’d taken your phone out and asked him his music preferences.

Country, he’d told you his entire body vibrating with terror.

It had taken three songs to calm him down, Jack had literally watched the tension melt from his body as you sing along with the lyrics, pretending to check vitals while encouraging him to do the same. By the time you got through Kenny Chesney’s American Kids a med student was already in the process of stitching up the 6 inch gash in his leg from the cycling accident that brought him to The Pitt in the first place.

“He spend two months in a military infirmary in Basrah.” You tell Jack in the aftermath as you fill out the discharge paperwork. “Being here took him there, which was why he was reacting so badly.”

Jack gets it, he’d worked in a dozen of those places over his years in the military and they’re not for the faint of heart.

“You are not a real person.” He’d responded, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking Disney Princess thrust into the middle of a hellhole.”

“And you’re the asshole king of said hellhole.” You’d reminded him gesturing at the chaos around you. “You know where to find me if anyone else gets too rowdy.”

He does find you, unintentionally at the end of his shift waiting for an Uber because your car’s in the shop for the third time in three months.

“Come on Cinderella.” He’d sighed because at this time of day surge charges will be through the roof. “I’ll give you a ride.”

He doesn’t make it home that until a couple of hours before his next shift because the two of you get talking about your record collection in the car. You have a rare Bob Dylan bootleg your father gave to you before he passed away and Jack, he’s been in love with that man’s music since he saw him play Nashville in the 90s. He spends the morning in your armchair, listening to the bootleg with headphones that remind him of the ones you used to get in the listening booths of those vintage record shops before they all closed down.

He jerks awake up in the early hours of the afternoon to find a blanket tucked around him and the headphones resting on the cabinet where the vinyl player resides. His gaze comes to linger on you, asleep on the couch, the book you were reading resting underneath your palm. He raises to his feet, draping the blanket over you and you mumble into the cushion, settling deeper.

“It’s alright Sleeping Beauty, it’s just me, the asshole king.” He murmurs as he picks up the book and sets it on the coffee table. “I’m gonna let myself out, let you get some rest.”

You don’t respond and he doesn’t expect you to. He’s an insomniac at heart, he hasn’t slept a full eight hours since his first tour abroad and you’re normal, so wonderfully fucking normal it hurts his heart.

It’s when he steps outside into the sun that he realises somethings changed. The world seems a little brighter and he knows that that’s because of you, you and that bootleg copy of Bob Dylan.

When you start your shift that evening you find a gift at your work station up in Psych. A glossy black bag from one of the last vinyl places in Pittsburgh. You smile as you remove the sleeve from the packaging.  

It’s a Fleetwood Mac album, one you’ve been trying to track down for a couple of years. There’s a yellow post it stuck to front, written in an unfamiliar hand.

Noticed this was missing from your collection.

- The Asshole King

That vinyl, it’s the start of something wonderful, something he never saw coming.

“You wanna do laundry or groceries?” You ask him drawing Jack back to the present as you bend over the counter, filling out your to do list. He shifts in his seat at the kitchen table, his toast forgotten as his gaze fixates on the way your ass looks in those black cotton panties.

You’ve been married three years now and he still can’t believe that this is his life.

Fleetwood Mac, he thinks as the record switches to Say That You Love Me, I owe you the fucking world.

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[maylalupa]

The air crackled with residual magic, a faint ozone scent hanging thick in the tavern. Morgiana the Sorceress of Alynthi glared across the rough-hewn wooden table, her emerald eyes blazing with sapphire fire. A stray lock of her raven hair, usually meticulously braided with silver threads, had come loose and danced with rebellious energy near her cheek.

"You dare refuse me, human? You shall rue your hubris, mortal!" she declared, her voice echoing slightly with controlled power, despite the tavern's boisterous din.

Cassim rolled his eyes, taking a generous bite of an eggplant fry. The crispy exterior gave way to a soft, almost sweet interior. He chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed with a satisfied sigh. He was a connoisseur of the finer things, even if those finer things were currently served on a chipped earthenware plate in a dimly lit thieves' den.

"Babe, are you really going to say that every time I refuse to give you a fry?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's getting a little…repetitive."

Morgiana’s fiery gaze intensified. “Repetitive? I am invoking the ancient powers, reminding you of the vast chasm that separates our very beings! I am the Sorceress of Alynthi! You are…a thief.” She spat the word 'thief' like a curse.

Cassim chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that seemed to settle the very air around him. He was a force of nature himself, compact and powerful, with eyes as sharp and glinting as a newly-honed dagger.

"And a handsome one, might I add," he preened, running a hand through his own dark, neatly-trimmed hair. "Besides, sorceress or no, you ordered the fries. You know I only get a plate to myself if I distract the cook with a particularly tall tale. Which, by the way, was about a giant squid attacking the Sultan's bath house. A bit of a stretch, even for me."

Morgiana’s rigid posture softened, a flicker of amusement betraying her stern facade. "You distracted him with…squid?"

Cassim nodded, popping another fry into his mouth. "Apparently, he's terrified of aquatic creatures. The sheer, unadulterated fear in his eyes was almost worth the fried eggplant. Almost." He held out the plate teasingly.

Morgiana crossed her arms, her emerald eyes narrowing. She wanted to remain resolute, to maintain the distance she knew she should keep between herself and this charming, infuriating thief. He was everything she wasn't: impulsive, unpredictable, grounded in the tangibility of the mortal world. She was bound by duty, by the traditions of Alynthi, by the very fabric of magic itself. He was bound by nothing but his own ambition and a quick wit.

But the fries did smell incredibly good.

"You are insufferable," she muttered, but there was no real heat in her voice.

"And yet, you find me fascinating," Cassim countered, his grin widening. He leaned closer, his dark eyes sparkling. "Admit it, Morgiana. You wouldn't have agreed to meet me here if you weren't at least a little intrigued by the King of Thieves and his… questionable culinary choices."

She averted her gaze, trying to regain control. “I agreed to this meeting to inform you that your recent…activities…within the borders of Alynthi have not gone unnoticed. Stealing a magical artifact from the royal vault is hardly ‘questionable culinary choice,’ Cassim.”

"Ah, yes, the Amulet of Azar," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Just borrowing it, love. Needed a bit of… leverage for a deal. I'll return it, eventually."

"Eventually?" Morgiana’s temper flared again. "That amulet is a source of immense power! You cannot simply… borrow it like you borrow my…" She trailed off, unwilling to admit she considered the fries hers.

Cassim chuckled again, reaching across the table and gently taking her hand. His touch was warm and surprisingly calloused. "Relax, princess. I'm not going to use it for nefarious purposes. And, besides," he lowered his voice, his breath warm against her ear, "I have a feeling I could get you to do anything I wanted without resorting to magical trinkets."

Morgiana’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was firm, yet gentle. The tavern faded into the background, the noise becoming a distant hum. It was just them, locked in a silent battle of wills.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Cassim," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "I prefer games that are a little bit dangerous. Now, are you going to eat a fry or not? They're getting cold." He held the plate out again, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Morgiana hesitated for a moment, then, with a sigh of resignation, reached for a fry. As she bit into it, she couldn't help but smile. It was delicious.

Maybe, just maybe, this thief was more trouble than she'd bargained for. And maybe, just maybe, she was starting to like it.

"You dare refuse me, human? You shall rue your hubris, mortal," said the witch. "Babe, are you really going to say that every time I refuse to give you a fry?" said her husband.

[leashybebes]

However— well, is Tommy a reliable narrator to himself? Sure, Eddie basically stopped talking to him, but what about Tommy? Did he also delay replying to the 118 so that the time between messages stretched out? Did he think they were only trying to be nice by keeping in touch with their teammates’ ex (never mind that he was Hen and Howie’s teammate first) and he’d prefer to not have their ‘pity’ and cut them off (again)? Did he cut them off preemptively and doesn’t see it that way because if he did then he’d have to also face the fact that he’s a little messed up? We probably don’t have time for them to delve into all of this on screen but it’s interesting to chew on. For reasons.

(Chim gets a pass for the post-throat slashing time of no contact because he was… let’s say preoccupied.)

oh 100% hang on let me get my coffee

okay, SO. mr unreliable narrator over here, mr enjoy it while it lasts, is never going to be the one with the full picture, because he sets it up that way - intentional or not, i feel like tommy is someone who has his view of the world and his role in it and just quietly, fatalistically makes that happen.

so i can totally see a world where no one from the 118 reaches out, full stop. but, y'know, phones work both ways, thomas. BUT. for tommy, that's buck's family. they're buck's people. (and look, my wife has a much closer relationship with her family than i do, and a much larger circle of friends, and it took me WAY longer than six months to start feeling like they were our people, not her people i got to hang out with through her.)

we know that tommy's a jealous guy, and we also get the sense that he's pretty fatalistic, so if no one reaches out, i can see that landing for him as "well, obviously. they never really wanted me around, of course i was never gonna be part of that" and just exacerbating his envy, but also his sense that that chapter of his life is Over Now. i can see the lack of contact from hen and chim actually not stinging that much (or tommy telling himself it doesn't sting that much, genuinely believing that, my king of unexamined feelings) because they're not friends, right? chim calls him when he needs a favour, but they're not close. he's not on hen's christmas card list (and that's genuinely fine, i mean zero shade to anyone involved here. they were friends by the time he left the 118 but for all we know they were mostly or entirely work friends). so i can see his internal monologue about that, his confirmed belief being 'well, hell, i wasn't enough for them to want around on my own merits before, why would i be now'. (again, this is not shade on hen or chim. phones work both ways and my special little guy is fucked in the head.)

eddie's gotta sting a little more because they were friends, right? actual friends. but if we're taking tommy at face value, then we have to assume he feels some kinda way about being friends with eddie once he and buck are together. i don't think he actually thinks anything is happening/has happened/will happen with buck and eddie, but we do get this delicious hint with that little scoff about eddie's straightness that maybe tommy has experience of that queer classic - losing years of your life being besotted with your ride or die straight bestie (sal!!!! but uh. that's a separate post.).

i lost my thought. wait. okay, so i think one of the fundamental mismatches is that for six months buck was in an x-rated rom-com and tommy was navigating something unbelievably fucking complicated because talking? communicating? who does that when you can just make up a scenario and stick to it like your life depends on it. (worth noting there's no way that scenario ends well for him, but uh, that's why i love him. go listen to settle for me from crazy ex girlfriend lol)

i can ALSO see the other part of what you said. tommy says eddie 'pretty much' or 'basically' (can't remember the wording right now and not in a position to check) stopped talking to him which does leave room for some contact. (it could also be read as a kind of deflection of the ouch of it all but ymmv.) so i can see a world where eddie sends a 'man wtf happened?' message which...tommy's not going to reply to that. he's just not. but changing the subject immediately is too obvious so he has to wait a while to say something innocuous, and it just kind of fizzles out.

whatever happens, whether it was zero contact or intermittent, declining contact, my special little guy, my world champion runner, my sad sad man was 100% thinking 'yeah, that tracks'. we definitely don't have time for the show to delve into that, and honestly it's not really that kind of show so i wouldn't expect it, but rest assured i am C H E W I N G

[yuriosakawa]

You know what would be insane? Dan Phantom in the Suicide Squad or Creature Commandos. He would be an absolute menace, even with Waller keeping him on a leash. His raw power alone would make him one of the deadliest members of the team, but his sheer malice and intellect would make him just as much a threat to his own squad as to their enemies. Here's how it could play out:  

Amanda Waller, being the ultimate schemer, somehow manages to trap and subdue Dan Phantom—likely using a combination of high-tech ghost containment devices, magical wards, and someone like Doctor Fate or John Constantine to help keep him locked down. She then fits him with a ghost-proof nano-bomb that prevents him from phasing out of it, forcing him to comply.  

Dan, obviously pissed, would test every loophole he could find. But Waller, always three steps ahead, makes it very clear that any attempt to rebel, even slightly, will result in his instant obliteration. Begrudgingly, he plays along—but only until he finds a way out.  

Dan would be the squad’s nuclear option—the guy they deploy when things need to be completely annihilated. With his reality-warping Ghostly Wail, time manipulation, and sheer brute strength, he could level entire cities if he wanted to. The team would hate working with him because he’s sadistic, arrogant, and always looking for ways to manipulate them. But he’d also be effective as hell.  

Someone like King Shark or Frankenstein from the Creature Commandos might try to challenge him, only to get wrecked in seconds. He’d probably mock Peacemaker for his "pathetic morality" or play mind games with Harley Quinn just for fun. The only ones who might keep him in check would be either a magic user (like Enchantress) or a strategic mastermind (like Waller or Rick Flag).  

Even though Waller keeps him on a tight leash, Dan loves finding ways to bend the rules. If they’re sent to take down a dictator, he won’t just kill them—he’ll raze the whole country. If they’re supposed to steal something, he might obliterate it just to be spiteful. The squad constantly has to work around his unpredictability.  

And unlike other Suicide Squad members who just want freedom or a reduced sentence, Dan wants revenge. The entire time he’s on the team, he’s secretly plotting how to break free, disable the nano-bomb, and make Waller pay. Maybe he allies himself with a more mystical squad member or finds a way to corrupt Waller’s technology with ghost energy.  

The only possibles outcomes I can see is that Dan betrays the Squad. At some point, he figures out how to remove the bomb and goes rogue. Maybe he even possesses Waller temporarily to issue false orders, sending Task Force X into a suicide mission while he disappears. Or Waller, always having a backup plan, activates a secret failsafe that permanently seals Dan in some hellish ghost dimension if he ever gets out of line. But Dan being Dan, he will be back.  

Dan Phantom in the Suicide Squad would be pure chaos; an unpredictable force of destruction that even Amanda Waller would struggle to control. It’d be a terrifying but fascinating dynamic, especially with him constantly looking for ways to turn the tables.

[sramoonlight]

Like you need to

What if the batfamily had their own spidey?

Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.

English it’s not my first language so please be patient.

One hundred and ninety six calls, seven counting the one you’re doing right now but still, no one is answering across the phone, your stomach feels like is about to empty itself and you can’t do more than call your mother’s phone over and over again, begging the next time you hear her voice isn’t from a voice mail

Your eyes feel heavy, now that you notice, they’re not heavy just they’re crying not because you’re sad, you’re scared

Where is your mother? You can’t but wonder if she’s okay, if she made out of it alive and you want to know how did she know about this

Your heart is beating fast, faster and faster as you heard someone sitting beside you

— Hey little bird, you need to get out of this — Dick, the person who seemed like he wanted to bond with you caress your shoulders trying to calm the storm in your head — Everything is gonna be alright —

But how could you think that? Your mother, the one who helped you be a spidey and the only one who seemed to care about you, she’s gone

Wait, your mind started to wander, then you realized, she plot this to have you away from the city

King ping? You thought he was in jail, he is supposed to be in jail, did he escaped? Your mother knew?

But that questions were nothing if no one was there for you to answer, your head moved to be on Dick’s shoulders feeling him rubbing your shoulder

— you’re going to be just fine, this will pass — you’re too tired to even care if it okay or not, you just want to rest and wait for you mother to contact you

— Birdie, Bruce went to recognize your mother’s body — a whisper that you tried your best to ignore, you want to pretend she’s still alive and she will call you this night

Dick kept talking about loosing someone, but you could only look at the floor of your room trying to ignore his words, your mom is not dead, she can’t be

But you’re slowly starting to believe it

Another day, you weren’t at school at this moment, just because Bruce let you skip it for you to think about what happened, you still can’t seem to understand why everyone acted like she was dead before you could know it, being called a Wayne even if you’re still a (last name) it just makes your heart yearn for your mother’s love.

You stopped walking, Gotham is a place dark for sure so you had to stop just to see where you’re going, it is not night yet but the city of crimes can have you running for your life in seconds

Until your spidey sense tickled, you look around the street trying to know why it is acting like this, and you went out of breath

Kingpin was leaving a car, you aren’t imagining things, he’s there! He’s too big for even think is someone else, immediately you put on your hood making your way to where he just entered.

Silence, you can only hear your breath as you climbed into the building, you had to hide beside a window to not be seen and still hear what they’re saying

— I’ve done my part, you have to do yours — you don’t understand what he’s talking about so you took a peek, is that a man with a black mask?

Your brain started to look for the profile of that person, that’s it! Black mask! Quite fitting name actually, Gotham’s crime lords doesn’t have a point in creativity.

You could see, they had many of their employees around them so you had to be careful, a bad movement and they would see you, probably shoot you

— I know, I’m a man of word, you’ll have what you want on October 20th — October 20th? That’s just a month apart, know you wonder what are they planning and why is taking so long

They shared a hand shake before kingpin left the building, so did too looking how he left

Whatever he’s doing, it cant be good

You sat down on the street, it’s your time to think what is he doing

An accident on Alchemax, it’s not quite normal to have one of that kind knowing that they’re a lab, Kingpin leaving jail and going to Gotham to meet a crime lord, that’s what you got

So convenient, you just came to Gotham and now he’s here

Wait, what position did your mother had? Secretary, no, that’s not-

Assistant

Your eyes widened as you had your first shot, the accident happened at 4 pm, the moment where your mother usually had lunch and the moment where you usually drop by her lunch

If you were there, you could die with her

“I can’t neglect you”

Neglect? That’s stupid, even if she was busy as hell she would never said that

“Gotham is dangerous”

Gotham isn’t dangerous for someone of your type

Your mother hide a code that you didn’t see!

If you were still at New York and luckily you didn’t died, you would be now living at your aunt’s not with your dad at Gotham

You couldn’t see King ping at Gotham

— Mom, why did you send me here? —

…

Let’s start this again, shall we?

Your name is (Reader) (Last name) Wayne, but in your heart you’re still just (last name)

You were bitten by a radioactive spider and for the last two years an eight months, you’ve been the one and only spidey

Of course your job as the New York hero isn’t exactly easy, you still have to fight villains and fight and fight

But no matter what, you will always get up

And now it’s your time to reach your most wanted goal, save the world as your mother commanded you to do.

Gotham has a lot of vigilantes but that can’t do nothing to you, they need you at this city and you’ll give them what they need

You took out your suit, your intuition told you to bring it on your backpack and you can’t be more than thankful, you hide in an alley putting it on as fast you could

Oh! Don’t forget to attach your backpack with your spider webs, now that you’ve done that.

You started swinging across Gotham city, now is your time to show king ping that you’re here.

Stopping little crimes you saw how the civilians seem to know who you were being excited to have spidey saving them

— Can I get a pic Spidey? —

— Of course! —

You posed doing a peace sign, how could you say no to your fans

—You! You’re a New York hero — You jumped out of you place seeing how a yellow suit guy pointed at you, you recognize him as Signal

— Well, Gotham need me too, don’t be mad, we can share the daytime — You chuckled shooting your web to take the selfie

You moved to shake your hand with the vigilante

— Your friendly neighbor Spidey, happy to work with you — the man hesitated before shaking your hand, behind the mask you smiled at him

— I should go now, let’s meet other time — in an instant you shoot a web swinging out of the alley

The vigilante look where you just disappeared, Bruce it’s not going to like this

— They’re so cool, aren’t they? — he almost forgot about the civilian who smiled at him, he needs to admit it, you’re cool.

Let’s get back to you!

The sun was starting to fall and you were sitting at a near roof scrolling through your phone, twitter was blowing up with your name and you let out a chuckle

A chuckle that didn’t last long until you hugged your knees

Spidey things feel good, but the feeling of not having your mother there makes you feel empty

But you know, that’s your mother’s wish

— Ah! I should go to the manor again — You didn’t feel like calling it your home, you swing back to where is supposed to be your new house.

But in the way home you saw how a woman was being robbed, you should just wait for a vigilante to come, Signal was a thing but meeting with someone like Robin would sure get you on trouble with Batman

Fuck off! You can’t let this happen, quickly you shot a web to the thief taking away his gun

— The night starts and you start stealing too? Geez, try stealing someone’s heart — you joked punching the thief, the fight was going to be a short one, not because you don’t like beating the shit out of a bad person

But because the night was the Batman’s moment, you can’t let him see you.

You smiled now that the job is done, patting your hands as you tied the person with your webs

And your spidey sense tickled, you look behind you before someone cuts your arm, a quick movement back to avoid being stabbed

Oh god, you looked at your new opponent, Robin is looking at you with his katana on his hands

— You’re at someone else’s property — his voice sounded too cold for you to think that he’s really a kid, you looked at your arm where the cut was

Your suit arm is ripped, it sucks knowing that it was your mother who used to fix it

— I- you’re pretty rough for a kid huh? Bye! — You escaped before he could do something else

Your arm aches so much, it hurts to even swing around.

How could you not sense it coming before? You know Robin is someone with badass reflex but you didn’t know he had the power to fool your spidey sense

You climbed the manor walls to get to your room, opening the window slowly as you entered the room taking off your mask

— Stupid kid, is he a trained assassin or what? —

Spidey sense

You looked at the door, Tim drake, the man who you didn’t talked to before was standing on the frame looking at you

You could see a plate of food on his hands, fuck, did he went there to give you dinner?

— I- I can explain — you tried to find an excuse, you need to find one

— Sit on the bed — He sighed, leaving the plate on your nightstand, you did what he commanded like a puppy

He walked to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit, did you had one there?

He sat down beside you disinfecting your wound as you look at him, he looks so good at doing it like he does that every day. He was in silence

— How did you get this? A wound like this can only be do in a certain way, god, I can see your beans —

You blinked

Looked at the wound, he meant the yellow dots on it? What a weird way to say it, and it isn’t even that deep right?

— I won’t tell no one I saw you like this, but you need to tell me why are you doing this — the why was a good question

You could tell him your story since you got your powers, but you’re sure he didn’t meant it like that, and you’re still too scared to even say your thoughts

But his eyes are kind, so understanding that you had to say it

— I know my mother sent me here for this, I just know she did — you explained it, your lips starting to trembled sending you a shiver of confusion

Oh, you want to cry

— And I need to do it, it is stupid but the feeling of needing to do something about it makes me do something without thinking and I —

You didnt noticed when he finished his job at your arm, and now he’s holding your hand like his life depends on it

He looks.. like he understands every single word you just said, like he does feel that too

— I’ll help you with that — you blinked, a single tear rolling back on your cheek

He hugged you, and for a moment you just let yourself cry in his arms, the tears you held back for hours are now being let out as you hold him tightly

This man, you didn’t talk to each other before and still he understands every action you take

Your first ally on this fucked up city

Your tears are now dry as you looked at the mask in your hands, you just told Tim what you saw, and also he just told you he’s Red Robin, quite convenient, is your father Batman? Probably now

He walked across the room thinking, with that clues he can’t seem to find an answer just like you did

— My god, I just can’t understand why is he here — he mumbled under his breath before facing you

He sighed, it was pointless to keep thinking about it without any more clues, you looked how he reached for his phone tapping something

— If we want something about Black mask we need Red hood — You raised an eyebrow, so did he noticing your confusion, after a seconds he nodded, of course you don’t know who Red hood is

— He’s a vigilante, well more like an anti-hero, doesn’t matter — of course it is weird to call him, more when he isn’t like anyone could think, weird again.

He sighed, before sitting at your side once again mumbling something that you couldn’t understand but still, you didn’t looked like wanting to.

— First, I’m going to do a quick research about Black mask latest business — He mentioned more for himself as he cupped his chin thinking about it

You fidgeted your fingers before he smiled at you

— what about if we go on patrol tomorrow? You and me — for a weird reason your heart jumped, it was your first time patrolling with another hero.

You nodded on excitement, your mother would be so happy to- oh, right

You looked at your arm, you don’t know how but you need to get this fixed, but as you saw your suit Tim did too

— Take it off — Your cheeks went red in an instant

— Not- no like that! —

— Tim we are siblings, but if you want — You attempted to take it off, in seconds he pulled it up not letting you do that

— I’ll go out! — You chuckled seeing him leaving the room, quickly you changed for more casual clothes calling him once you were ready

He entered the room again, taking your suit

— I’ll get it for you tomorrow night, let’s see us at the Central Park at eleven o’clock —

With that he left the room once again, you sighed thinking of how much you did today

You fall into the bed, groaning at the feeling of your arm aching, it sure hurts but whatever, you’ll be fine

— Good night mom — You whispered for yourself closing your eyes.

Swinging to your meeting point you fell looking for Tim, you can’t see his body near and you had to check your phones clock to know if you had come earlier

— You made it on time — you felt that words like a weird dejavú but still, you smiled at him — I’m always on time —

You turned to see him on his Red Robin suit, if you didn’t knew he was Tim you could just walk away, he handed you a device and you had to take it closer to your eyes to see what it was

Is.. like an earphone? One very small

— Sorry Red, I don’t use AirPods since someone broke one on my ear — you shook your head moving his hand at his body

— Good point, but you need to use it so we can be in communication —

Oh, you took it looking at it, it was actually a comm, how convenient

How could a small thing like this can do such a big job? Without saying a word you pulled your mask up just where your ear started

Quickly, you put in on

— Just don’t press the right button or you’ll change the signal, we don’t want Oracle to know you have one — who’s Oracle?

Whatever, you putted your mask down again nodding at his words, you were more than happy to do this

— We need a duo name — you said as he pulled out a gadget, are you going to swing together?

— Follow me —

You shot your web where he just used that weird gadget, it surprised you how quick it was but as much as you wanted to give him credit

You did better, swinging beside him you two made your way to some building

— How you do that? — He asked pointing at the way your body move along your web

— Im part spider so my body changed to match one — he made a disgusted expression, you know what he’s going to say — No, I don’t shot webs from my butt —

He chuckled surprised that you knew what was on his mind, of course he was interested in this kind of stuff, maybe because seeing a meta human isn’t normal

You shot another web swinging in a quick move, he had to stop in a near roof

— I can carry you — you said stopping beside him, he seemed hesitant — for the to be quick — he had to accept it.

You opened your arms feeling how he hugged your neck as you pulled him by the waist, he’s a little taller than you but you’re used to carrying people on your hands, usually when your mother was late and you had to drop her off.

— Ready? —

— Ready —

You shot your web swinging faster than before, you heard how he made a sound filled with fear making you chuckle

He’s too cute for this, everyone is scared of their first spidey swing but he seemed like he didn’t wanted it to show

— On.. on the right — You smiled at how his voice trembled, he took a moment to clear his voice and that just makes you even more amused

He patted your shoulders after a seconds so you arrived at a roof, he went off of your arms walking to the edge

You took this as a sign to move behind him peeking to see the streets, you can recognize how some King ping’s men are taking something out of a truck giving it to Black mask’s employees

— this is some kind of exchange? — Red Robin mumbled for himself as you looked closer

— This is.. their dealt must be something like a big machine or something — You said thinking about it, if Alchemax is here that means they’re building something

Something that can’t be good

Your eyes kept looking before you lost sight of them, now wandering across the building

What the..?

A door is glitching, what is wrong with that? Is that even possible?

You tried to catch Red Robin’s attention but he kept analyzing the situation, maybe you saw it wrong? Yeah, that should be

— Im going inside — You said getting up, he looked at you surprised but after a seconds he nodded

Quick shot and you were climbing to enter through the window, making your presence unknown you made your way to hide behind a box

— Isn’t your boss crazy too? Mine says that he saw something and now we are here — you heard one of Kingpin’s man talking to Black mask’s, even bad people can grow tired of their boss, how funny.

You took a peek, the other band member hummed as he wrote something down

— They are all, just mine doesn’t think it exist a multiverse —

— Now that you say it that way, it sounds stupid — the man laughed before taking the papers from the other one, you don’t understand what are they talking about but it looks like something out of their mind

You saw how a person with a lab coat, you looked quickly for handcuffs of something that could mean he’s being kept here without his consent but..

He seems fine

— We’ve done the final test, maybe for tomorrow we’ll have the machine ready to try time travel —

What did he said? You pressed the button on the comm

— Hey Red… uhm, do you believe in time travel? — you didn’t heard something back

Instead you saw how he entered the building hiding from the people down, that was a good way to tell you that he isn’t believing a word you just said

— Thank you, we’ll contact you later —

Kingpin’s man left the building without saying any more words, you need to leave before they notice you.

[lacilashea]

I love Jesus more than all and all my posts belong to Jesus and he is my Lord and savior, the Messiah, the Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews, the rest on the earth and that much being God's son. as my Lord and savior and this is not about me but about Jesus the Messiah, the Christ, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews and the rest on the earth and that much being God's son with Mary, and Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost have feelings and you can talk to Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost all the time and they do talk back outside of prayer and talk to them and others all day and night long and you start talking to Jesus about everything and your lives will improve, that is terrible what they are doing to you in gaza and canaan and needs to be forced to stop killing and they need to stop using our names from here like Apache on colonists war equipment that stole from mining here most likely to make and then and that is what they do make fun of you along with the rest of what has happened to your people, they make or use mascots of you, fake tales of western fictional shows and movies, the list goes on, and I know migrants do not do that but colonists do, and we are not the sweet indians from india the family that is native to here and colonists have called our home the united states of america, south america and canada both were also renamed by colonists as well. They should be forced to bring those helicopters back here to the renamed united states where they got them from and I cannot stand what is happening to you and your families, really want all to improve for you soon and I love you all. Also that is terrible what they are doing to you in gaza and canaan and needs to be forced to stop killing and soliders everywhere, police, and those doing wrong in different professions walking out on their made up duties(jobs) to do what is right instead of following a made up leader's directive to do what is wrong in protecting their job instead of lives(people, animals, and plants-all lives)-watch the Experimenter and leaders are not even needed read about Saul as Jesus pointed out but everyone pitching in to help one another as Jesus pointed out two are better than one, want you out of harm's way and you and your family(bombs and missiles should be banned everywhere) and this should not be happening with a war has got to stop and all the innocent people like you and your family getting hurt or worse, please becareful you and your family and got that and I also hope your family gets medical care, dental, and vision, personal hygiene products, skin care products, dental care products, warm and cooled foods, and that you get structurally sound and clean living quarters soon that are heated and cooled, and hot and cold running water for everyone displaced, in difficult living conditions, and everyone all at no cost to you, or anyone's families including animals and plants. Again love you all and cannot stand what is happening to you.

yesterday in gaza, the legs of 7 children and 4 women had to be amputated without anesthesia—one of the victims being my friend’s niece. the bloodshed and pain in gaza is only increasing by the hour. please donate to sami’s family.

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[robin-evry]

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐕𝐔𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐘𝐔𝐔 🔥🏍️

Natlan's Archon and leader, the everlasting flame of hope for all living beings, and the cleansing flame that incinerates all evil.

The big sibling of all savanaclaw dorm, they admired and adored mavuika!yuu more than Leona himself which make him grubby and one sided rivalry with them.

Mavuika!yuu never backs down from a challenge, standing firm in their beliefs. Their conviction is unshakable. So during lunch Leona and them enter an arm wrestling competition unfortunately it was cut short due to the staff, both of them received detention in the end.

They despise restrictions and oppression, always pushing boundaries. Rules? They’ll follow them… if they make sense, causing a disagreement with riddle who blindly listen to them whenever or not how ridiculous it sounds.

Has a laugh like rolling thunder—deep, full of life, and capable of shaking a room. When they find something truly funny, they throw their head back and cackle.

Knows how to make a grand entrance, every time when they arrive at school with a motorcycle making a grand entrance with grim in the front looking smug as always, and when they're running late mavuika!yuu fly towards the class using their motorcycle with grim screams echoing throughout the halls.

Despite showing to be reckless, they care about people and would make a calculation before moving always deciding which action is better. As well willingly sacrifice themselves for the greater good even leaving them hurt in the end.

At sunrise they would ride their motorcycle or workout to get a head start or admire the sun for awhile before getting ready for the day.

They hate Uniforms, they always alter their NRC uniform—rolling up sleeves, leaving buttons undone, or wearing accessories with flame motifs, wearing it loose.

Mavuika!yuu metabolism is insane, and they always eat huge portions. Trey and Jamil are horrified at how much they can devour. Always wins a eating contest, the first years would encourage them whenever they're competiting.

Theoretical lessons? Boring. Show them a challenge, and they’ll learn on instinct. Loves gym class but hates magic history they would always find ways to not get caught sleeping.

Epel and many other students would look for mavuika!yuu needing their expertise over physical strength, mavuika!yuu is insanely strong able to lift a clay more with one hand without any issues when epel saw them wielding it he immediately starstruck and asked them to train him, As would also love to try to ride their motorcycle their biggest idol by far mavuika!yuu due to them being respected by vil and strong, strong and beautiful.

Nobody wants to spar with them because they always go too hard and make things explode. An absolute beast with overblot battles, would immediately throw hands without hesitation punch an overblot riddle thru multiple bush ending the fight instantly. As well during combat their hair would light up like fire as well growing hotter similar towards the sun.

Constantly challenging professors. They argue with Trein just to see if they can win. They negotiate with Crowley like a warlord dealing with an incompetent king.

Would love to go shopping with the pomifiore trio, vil respect their ways of fashion and as well discussing outfits with them.

No sense of personal space. They lean on people, throw arms around someones their shoulders, or grab their hands without hesitation. As well very energetic idia is afraid of them curious where they did find the energy to be this active everyday....

Likes collecting small trinkets. Their room is full of random keepsakes from battles, pranks, and adventures.

Sneaks into places they shouldn’t be. The rooftop, the botanical gardens, or even Diasomnia’s dorm—nowhere is off-limits. And this is how they manage to meet malleus, he calls them a blazing star due to their personality never stop shining.

[jeankluv]

The tale of the fox and the knight - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 03

summary: You have been living all your life in almost isolation due to your true nature, one your parents want to hide and protect you from anyone finding it. But when the spring of your 20 year your parents grant you the wish of being able to walk around the city, you meet him. Your doom. Satoru Gojo, a white haired knight whose intentions in your eyes are unkown. And whose presence in your life will change everything, from how you see the world to your way of being.

words: 3,9k

tags: enemies to lovers, blood, eventual smut, Gojo is pretty rude at the beginning, Gojo ooc, betrayal, fantasy, magical creatures, angst, injuries, heavy/strong language, no use of y/n or minimal use of y/n, female protagonist

notes: I could make an excuse and say I was busy, but I wasn’t I just didn’t write anything 😭 ohmygod I’m so sorry I will try to finish the chapters sooner.

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If stares could kill, Satoru would have been underground a long time ago. While the two of you waited for the food your eyes were like daggers waiting to be stuck on Satoru’s most vital parts. But the white haired man didn’t care, not a bit. He had a clear mind, and it was completing his mission.

Satoru didn’t know why the king needed you alive, maybe it was because he intended to marry you or maybe to win territories on your land, but that was something that didn't concern him. He knew why he was chosen to do that job and it was not only skilled but because was resentful of the kingdom of Zerua and especially the royal family.

He was not older than 6 years when his whole family was massacred, he couldn’t recall the events of that night but he remembers the shield that the soldiers had, the same one that your family so proudly displayed.

Maybe it was how they raised him or those faded memories he had, but his hatred was there and he doubt anything could change that.

He hated the kingdom of Zerua and he hated you and your family. That couldn’t change and he wouldn’t let it be changed, he was revenge thirsty.

Your eyes never left the window that was on the side, the outside world was completely dark and only the slight light of the moon was visible. You swallowed hardly as you remember what would happen in a couple of weeks from then. You needed to escape and return to the castle before that date.

Mother always told you to be careful, but you always longed for the outside world, so that’s why they searched for a knight for you, funny how that person who was supposed to protect you was the one putting your world outside down and not in the positive way.

Looking back at the moon you calculated the days you had. 17 days. 17 days before your best kept secret was revealed to the man that you despise the most at that moment.

You needed to do something.

“Here is the chicken.” A female voice spoke as two plates were left in front of the two of you.

She was a young female, probably in her 20s, she had a short brown hair, no longer than her chin and under her left eye there was a mole. She was wearing a green skirt that reached her ankles, on top she was wearing a corset that matched the skirt and underneath a white shirt that you could tell had been wearing for a long time.

“Thank you.” You spoke as your eyes went from her to the plate.

Silence fell between the three of you. Satoru was on alert as he looked at the young woman, and you shifted gently in your seat as his hazel eyes pierced you.

Her hand, cold as snow, rested on your neck, causing you to jump in the chair and quickly cover the area she touched with your own. Satoru stood up, his hand on the handle. He didn't know what the girl was up to, but he needed to be on guard.

“Relax.” The young woman spoke. “You have a wound on your neck; you should treat it.” Your fingers gently brushed your neck until the burning sensation made you pull away. “It could get infected. Once you're done with dinner, stop by the cabin behind the restaurant, and I'll treat you.”

“Thank you…” You gave her a smile, but that smile disappeared when Satoru spoke.

“No need, I'll treat it.” He said firmly.

“Are you a healer?" The girl questioned, but Satoru didn't respond. “I thought so.” Her gaze fell back on you. “I'll be waiting for you. My name is Shoko.”

Just as she arrived, she disappeared from your sight. Your table fell silent again. You could see that Satoru was irritated. He probably didn't like the idea of ​​someone else treating you, since it might mean you might try something to escape.

And he was right. You would try. Every place you stopped, every bar, inn, town, you would try. Even though your hands trembled at the thought of what he might do, you wouldn't stop.

Satoru grabbed a piece of chicken and bit into it. He was annoyed, angry, and restless. The girl, Shoko, seemed to be smarter than most of the villagers. At least she had some medical knowledge, or at least that's what she had implied.

A sigh escaped his lips. They were five days away on horseback from the Blue Forest. If they got there in that time, there was no way anyone would find them. But getting to Lur would still take time, so the first step was to reach the Blue Forest and lose themselves in the thick fog that formed there.

But now he had to focus on controlling you and ensuring you didn't do anything he didn't want. He watched you eat, so different from back in the castle, he could almost swear you could blend in with everyone there. The bites you took were large, nothing a high-society lady would do, but there you were.

The smile that had been forming on Satoru's lips quickly fell when your eyes met and he remembered where you were.

He took his hand away from his chin and grabbed the mug of beer to take a deep sip, closing his eyes tightly as he got used to the taste; the beer was stronger than Lur's. He set the mug aside and wiped his mouth, directing his blue eyes back to your figure.

“Finish the chicken already.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Sorry, this is the first time I've eaten it like this.” You said as you set the bones aside. “It's fun.” You smiled unconsciously.

Satoru said nothing and simply turned around, leaning his back against the stone wall and looking around. You, for your part, continued eating, while observing his profile: straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones, and mile-long eyelashes. No one could deny that he was beautiful, and whoever did was probably completely blind.

You still remember how your maids started talking about him as soon as he started working for you; his smile made them all blush, and of course you fell for it too. His sweet tone of voice, his delicate movements, all of it had everyone in the castle entranced by him, but who could have imagined that it was just a facade, one that was too well constructed?

You swallowed the meat and your eyes observed your reflection in the window. Your hair escaped from your hood, revealing the reddish color, which stood out even more under the candlelight. The memory of what had happened that day shook you. You'd never heard of mountain bandits before. You knew that if Satoru hadn't intervened, now... You shook your head. You were there, in that village, eating chicken. All things considered, you were fine. You were going to be fine.

Both plates remained empty, and you hesitated to speak. That girl, Shoko, had told you to go there to treat your wound, and this could be a good opportunity to leave a message in case the royal guard following you passed by, or even for her to do so.

You raised your gaze and found Satoru still staring into the distance. You cleared your throat. “Let's go.”

“Are you going to that girl?” He asked without looking at you.

You straightened your clothes and nodded. “Yes, I don’t want it to get infected.” You said firmly. “It could get infected, and I could die.”

Satoru laughed at your answer. “Bunny, I highly doubt that cut will cause your death.”

“Whatever.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Let’s go.”

Satoru said nothing and walked behind you. It was strange, wasn’t he going to threaten you into not saying anything? You said goodbye to the couple and walked out the door. The night chill chilled your cheeks; you were further north, and the temperature was getting lower. If you continued north, the days would start to get shorter and the nights would become much colder and harsher.

You had heard about northern winters, but you didn’t know how much of it was real. The capital was further south, where winters occasionally saw snow, but rainy days were abundant. But the north could endure days of snow, and you'd even heard that there were parts where the sun didn't rise for months. Their days were illuminated only by the bright moonlight that graced those endless nights.

You hugged yourself tightly and looked back. Satoru continued walking, saying nothing.

“Aren't you going to say anything?” You asked him.

Satoru looked at you and sighed. “Don't do anything…” Your lips parted to speak, but Satoru's words arrived first. “Or I'll reduce this town to rubble. Do you understand?” He said, his tone cold, as cold as the air that blew that night.

He stood beside you and his eyes fixed on you, waiting for an answer. “I understand…” You said, trying not to stutter.

Satoru walked ahead of you, his back straight and confident. Oh, how much you wanted to knock him down and make him pay. You clenched and unclenched your fists; it would all come, it would happen eventually.

Soon you were standing in front of Shoko's door. Satoru knocked twice before it opened, revealing Shoko's silhouette behind it.

“Come in.” She stepped aside, letting you enter the warmth of her small home.

Your eyes scanned the room, lit by small candlesticks and the light from the fireplace. The place was small and cozy.

“You can leave your cloak there.” She pointed to a wooden chair.

You heard Satoru snort but remain silent. “Good…” You whispered, setting the cloak aside.

Short, patchy hair showed, and you quickly felt the need to hide under the dark cloak.

“Good, sit down so I can treat your wound.” She pointed to the chair across from her. You did so and looked at her. “It's not very deep, but it's still best to treat it…” She gently grabbed your face and turned it to the side.

Satoru stood there, arms crossed, watching you with his blue eyes that shone in the fireplace.

“This might hurt.” Shoko whispered before you felt a burning sensation on your neck. You closed your eyes tightly, tears gathering at the edges of your eyes as you inhaled deeply to keep them from falling silent. Soon, you felt a cloth being placed over the wound and Shoko moving away from you.

“That's it.” She said, setting the curling iron aside. “I don't think it'll leave a scar…”

“Thanks, Shoko.” You said, touching your neck.

“Okay, now we should…” Satoru started to speak, but Shoko cut him off.

“How about I fix your hair?” She said, touching one of your frayed ends. “I don't think you want to go with that cut, do you?”

You looked at her and then at the ends of your hair. “That would be nice…”

“Good.” She said, smiling. “How about you wait outside?” She looked at Satoru.

“No, I'm fine here.” Satoru leaned against the wall, his eyebrows narrowed.

Shoko said nothing and simply worked on your hair. You heard the scissors cutting, and small strands fell onto your thighs. Your reddish hair, which had once been the most precious thing to you...

Your mother used to dye it every night, while telling you stories about princesses and princes, about true love. Now you realized that it had all been just fairy tales, a fantasy.

“Good…” Shoko spoke, and you could hear a smile in her tone. “You look beautiful.”

You raised your hands to your hair and touched it; it was really short.

“What do you think?” Your gaze lifted and you looked at Satoru, who seemed impassive.

"It’s okay..." He was really cruel.

“It's late now, the inn that welcomes travelers will probably be closed, so stay here.”

”It won't be too much trouble?” You asked.

“Not at all, we have a free room, you can stay there.” She smiled, and you smiled back. “Where are you headed, anyway?”

“South.” Satoru lied. You were coming from the south and heading northeast. “The weather is better there, and my wife and I are looking to start there together.” The biggest fake smile spread across Satoru’s face.

“The south… sounds interesting. The weather will be better than here, that’s for sure.” Shoko commented.

The conversation didn’t last much longer, and soon you found yourself in the room with Satoru, just the two of you. You look around, the room only had a bed, which you knew what it meant and you didn’t like it.

“You sleep on the floor.” You said before Satoru could say anything.

Without waiting for a response, you sat on the bed and move yourself to be in the middle of it, trying to make a statement.

Satoru smirked as he watched you, did you really thought that with just putting yourself in the middle he was not going to be able to move you? Satoru without hesitation walked to the bed and with just one arm he pulled you to the side.

“Bunny, you thought you were making something there?” He chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You broke free from his grasp and faced him. “I’m not sleeping in the same bed.”

“For my own good.” He picked up one of the pillows and threw it at you. “I’m sure the floor is comfortable.” He smiled cynically.

You gripped the pillow tightly. “Are you really going to make me sleep on the floor?”

Satoru thought for a moment. “Yes?”

“I thought you were a gentleman.” You said, grabbing the pillow and some blankets from the bed.

“Well, stop believing that, because I’m not.” He replied simply.

The floor was hard and cold. Just a few days ago, you had been in the castle, preparing for the ball with Utahime, taking walks in the garden, or going into town, and now… now you were on the cold floor of a humble abode, kidnapped by someone you thought you trusted.

You rolled onto your side and buried your face in the pillow, stifling the sobs building in your throat. Swallowing, you wiped your tears away. You had to stay awake until Satoru fell asleep so you could go out and ask Shoko for help.

But your eyes were too heavy; you felt your body slump, falling into a sleep you didn't want.

Fuck...

Satoru, for his part, had his arm under his head as he stared up at the wooden beams on the ceiling. The room was barely lit by the fading light in the sky, and outside, you couldn't hear a thing.

As the minutes passed, your breathing steadied, though a little uneven due to your blocked nose. Satoru knew you'd cried there on the floor, and although his chest had tightened, he'd quickly pushed them away. He didn't care about your tears; Satoru only cared about returning to Lur and completing his mission, and perhaps celebrating his success with Sukuna.

He tossed and turned in bed and saw your silhouette on the floor, curled up in a ball, trying to conserve your body heat. Satoru sat up in bed and took a closer look, then turned his gaze outside again. It was probably after midnight, maybe around one or two in the morning.

With a grunt, he got out of bed and approached you. Something inside him told him to put you to bed, but Satoru ignored it and simply pulled all the sheets over the bed. Maybe that would stop you from looking like an armadillo. Giving you one last look, he left the room.

He stood in the hallway and gripped his sword tightly. “You're not just travelers, are you?” Shoko's voice broke the silence of the night.

“That's all that matters to you?” He glanced at Shoko.

“Not much, really.” She smirked. “But you know..” Shoko walked past him. “Have you ever heard the rumor about the princess of Zerua?”

“The rumor?” Satoru followed her with his eyes.

“Yes, the rumor that says the kings had another daughter, one with fiery hair.” Satoru could see Shoko’s smile despite the dim nightlight. “Your wife has hair as red as fire, it’s curious.”

Satoru smirked. “Yeah… curious, but we are just travelers you know. We are searching for a better life.” Satoru tried to softly smile.

“I haven’t asked you your names.” Shoko then changed the subject. “How rude…”

“Skye..” Satoru responded without hesitation.

“And your wife?” Shoko tilted her head as she waited for a response.

Satoru narrowed his eyes as he tried to examine her face but it was too dark. “Selene…”

“Selene… like the moon goodness?”

“Yes… like her.” Satoru cleared his throw. “Isn't it too late to be up?”

“I could ask you the same.” Satoru felt irritated, he wanted to leave that town as soon as possible.

“I heard some noises… but it was probably an animal.” He gripped his hand around his sword. “I will go back to sleep. Good night.”

Satoru closed the door of the room not waiting for a response and he threw himself to the bed, he looked at you still resting on the floor.

"Ugh, damn it." He scratched his head, ruffling his white hair.

Setting his sword aside, he approached you and bent down, carefully running his hands under your body. Satoru knew you usually slept soundly, so you wouldn't wake up. In fact, lightning could strike the roof and you'd still be asleep.

He placed you on the bed and covered you with the sheets he'd previously thrown over you. He sat on the other side of the bed and looked at you, a long sigh escaping his lips. He needed this mission to be over and done with so he could go home. Satoru's eyes soon closed, exhaustion taking its toll on his body.

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Your back didn't hurt, at least not like you thought it would after sleeping on the floor. You stirred, and that's when you realized it: you weren't on the floor. Your eyes opened, and you were surprised to find yourself in bed.

Perhaps you had gotten up and laid down on it, or... You shook your head at those thoughts.

You walked over to the window and noticed the light mist outside. You looked around the room carefully; you were alone, and there was no sign of Satoru.

“Good…” This could be your chance.

With long strides, you left the room and looked for Shoko. The house wasn't very big, so it wouldn't be difficult to find her.

“Did you wake up?” A shiver ran through you. Turning on your heels, you found Satoru staring at you from the front door.

“Yes…” You said, licking your lips. “Where’s Shoko?”

“She went to get breakfast.” He said, passing by you. “We’ll have breakfast and then go.” You rolled your eyes and sat down across from him without saying anything. “Your name is Selene.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your name is Selene now, and mine is Skye, so just follow along when Shoko gets back.” Satoru frowned as he explained everything.

Selene? Skye?

“Good morning.” Shoko walked through the door with a smile. “I see you’re up. How was your night?”

“Good.” You glanced briefly at Satoru. “I slept well, thanks, Shoko.”

“It’s nothing. Here’s some milk. Skye told me you’d be leaving soon, but I couldn’t leave you without food.”

“Uh… Yes, yes.” He really had made up those names.

You took the milk Shoko had brought you and took a sip. Satoru's eyes pierced you intensely, almost asking you to drink that bowl as soon as possible and that as soon as you put it down on the table, he'd get you out of there.

“Selene, so are you excited?” Shoko spoke, and at first you didn't realize it, not until Satoru smacked you under the table.

“Oh! Yes, yes... very much so. I can't wait to go south. Maybe we'll stop by the capital, right, Skye?” You looked at him with a smile.

“Maybe.”

"Sometimes you two give the impression that you hate each other." Shoko laughed.

“Yeah that’s because…”

“Things have been complicated.” Satoru spoke over you. “After the bandit attack, Selene hasn't been feeling well, and that might be why she's feeling that way.” Satoru stood up from his chair and took your hand as he knelt beside you. “But everything will be okay, my dear. We'll soon be arriving at our new home.” He smiled at you and then planted a kiss on your hand.

You gulped as you looked at him, wanting to scream and call him names. But if you did, Satoru probably wouldn't hesitate to kill Shoko right there and disappear with you from that village in the middle of the mountains.

“Thanks, darling.” You faked a smile.

Still holding your hand, Satoru stood up and walked over to Shoko. “I think it's time to go. If we want to reach our next destination before nightfall, we'd better get going now.”

“I can give you supplies if you want.” Shoko pointed out.

“We're fine, thank you.”

Satoru tugged on your hand, leading you to the exit. You had to do it now.

”Shoko.” You broke free from his grasp and walked over to Shoko. “Thanks for everything.” You took her hands, leaving the small piece of paper in her hand. “See you.”

You released your grip and walked back to Satoru. He looked at you for a few moments, then back at Shoko.

“Come on, Skye…” You pulled him along. “Leaving now will get us to our next destination faster.”

Satoru followed you, but you could feel him staring at you. You hoped Shoko would read and understand it, and if there was a chance, she would pass the message on to the royal guard.

You reached Satoru’s horse, and you quickly approached him to hug him.

“Hey, Nut!” You said, stroking him gently.

“Nut?” Satoru said, puzzled.

“Yes, Nut, his name is Nut.” Your gaze returned to Nut and you smiled. “Since your stupid owner doesn’t name you, I will.”

Satoru rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever…” His hands placed on your hips, pulling you away from Nut. “We’re leaving.”

“Wait, what?!” You said as Satoru lifted you up.

Satoru effortlessly sat you on the horse and, without saying anything, sat behind you. “We're leaving…” He whispered in your ear, causing your skin to prickle instantly.

Satoru grabbed Nut's reins and the horse began to walk. Snapping out of the momentary trance, you searched for Shoko, who was getting smaller and smaller as you left the small town behind. In your heart, all you could hope was that she'd read that note and find it in the right hands.

“Don't do that again.” You said after riding along the trails for a while.

“Do what?” Satoru asked.

“Catching me like that was… it was awkward.”

“Don't do what you did again.” Satoru said back.

Your face turned and you looked at him. You were close together, and that scared you because you saw it in his eyes. He knew, he'd noticed the note, he knew, he knew. “No…”

“No, what?” He smirked.

You shook your head. “Nothing will happen to Shoko, right?”

“Should something happen to her?” Satoru leaned closer to you. “Princess, I'll be nice this time, but not next time. Do you understand?”

“You're cruel.”

“The worst of all.” He muttered. “Now brace yourself, our plans have changed slightly.”

Little did you know that changed was going to make you go to your limit in your relationship with Satoru and make choices you didn’t think you would.

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[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: record ✧ @hoziermicrofics ✧ wc: 640 ✧

✧ cw: period-typical homophobia mentioned, somewhat dubious consent bc they’re both high.

✧ steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson)

“this is nice.” steve murmurs, smile on his face as he leans back into the couch with his eyes closed.

eddie watches him interest, there’s something about the way steve relaxes after having a joint that keeps pulling eddie in.

maybe it’s the fact that the frown leaves his face, that the wrinkles around his forehead from stress seem to smooth out, that it seems to be one of the only times eddie gets to witness him actually smile, carefree and happy.

“yeah,” eddie hums, finishing the last of the joint before putting it out on the ashtray, the trailer is warm and comfortable, afternoon sun cascading through the windows.

steve is basked in golden rays that makes him look even more ethereal than he normally would.

“put something on.” steve murmurs, eyes heavy as he turns to look at eddie. eddie looks at the tv and then back at steve, “what do you wanna watch?” he asks, moving to get up and rifle through the VCR’s he has.

steve frowns, shaking his head before looking at eddie, “no, one of your records, the nice ones” he says, somewhat slurring his words and eddie finds it wholly adorable.

eddie turns to his record collection lining the wall, mostly metal but some pop shit that he bought especially for when steve comes over.

nevermind the fact that steve only comes over maybe once every two weeks, eddie just likes knowing that there’s something here that belongs to steve.

“the cure?” eddie asks, shuffling through the small collection he’s built, pausing to look up at steve with a raised brow.

steve scoffs and shakes his head, “not the pop ones, one of yours” he emphasizes, as if eddie should have known ‘king’ steve wanted to listen to metallica.

eddie shakes his head with a short laugh, “whatever you say harrington.” before putting on his metallica record, he walks back to the couch before dropping down next to steve, enough place between them so that he doesn’t overthink.

steve makes a sound of protest, limbs turning lazily to scowl, or rather, pout, at eddie. “don’t call me that.” he grumbles.

eddie’s confusion must show on his face as steve looks at him again with a frown, “harrington.” he states and eddie hums in acknowledgment.

“isn’t that what i’ve always called you?” eddie questions, oddly intrigued about where steve is going with this.

steve shakes his head vehemently before lifting a hand to point at eddie in between his eyes, “nope.” he says, popping the p.

“you called me stevie the last time we smoked,” he murmurs and eddie blushes at the confession, painfully unaware he’d embarrassed himself that badly.

eddie laughs nervously, pulling steve’s hand away, before he can let go though, steve intertwines their hands and eddie freezes in shock.

“like when you call me stevie, makes me all floaty” steve mumbles, index finger still jammed into eddie’s forehead.

“been trying to get you to notice me,” steve starts to talk again and eddie wants to ask if he’s dreaming or if this is actually happening.

“just want you to know i want you, but robin says i’m not being obvious enough” he confesses and eddie wants to laugh hysterically.

there’s no way he has steve harrington in his trailer, confessing he likes him, a boy, when eddie’s harbored what he thought was an unrequited crush for the better half of a decade.

“oh.” eddie whispers dumbly and steve looks into his eyes, “yeah.” he whispers back.

and before they know it, they’re kissing, they both smell and taste like weed, metallica fading into the background as the sun warms their skin.

and when they resurface later, high dissipated and brains coming back to them, they’ll talk and confess again and complain about how the other was so oblivious to their feelings.

[syndrossi]

Hi! I think there's was already an ask similar to this one, in which case sort for repeating myself, but... So in your Resonant and various aus of it, how does Jon handle going from "the honorable Ned Stark's only shame" to "the Rogue Prince's greatest pride and joy"?

I mean the two men are mirror images of one another in ways that Jon probably notices. He might not know it, but Daemon also lied for him just like Ned, but unlike Ned, he is very committed to consistently choosing the twins as priority, while Ned was too weak willed to choose between Robert and Jon and by allowing Jon to the Wall and never saying anything of the truth would even say he chose Robert.

I mean, saving a baby from certain death is not a hard decision especially when it is your sister's, but sometimes it might feel as a duty. An honorable duty, but still. Meanwhile, Daemon had all the outs but he still careened headfirst into most devoted fatherhood. Its funny that the kind of person Ned would look down on for his overall reputation does a better job than he did... (for the record, I am not anti-Ned)

I think Ned shows himself in the best light in Restoration AU in terms of risking a great deal for two children that, as far as he knows, are entirely unrelated to him (but might be Jon's uncles). A lot of what he's risking is for his Jon, because their presence/existence would bring a lot of dangerous scrutiny to Jon if he doesn't provide an alternative explanation. ("Uh...they're my bastards too!")

But it also gives r!Jon a fresh window into what it was like growing up as a bastard, scorned and treated differently. Yes, it was to save him, but it still hurts. I've said it before, but there are two different kinds of bravery, and Ned shows one of them in risking his family's safety to take Jon in. But the other is emotional vulnerability/bravery. He could have let himself be more open in his love for Jon (albeit at the cost of hurting Cat)--or even told him the truth when he was old enough to keep quiet about it. I don't know how much of it was Ned still struggling to face the trauma of that dark period of his life (father and brother essentially tortured to death, his sister kidnapped for what he assumes is rape and then dead in childbirth, and then at the end of the war, his best friend celebrating the atrocity of Elia's, Rhaenys's, and Aegon's murders).

Jon is a constant reminder of that. Every day Ned must look at him and see both Lyanna and the rest of Jon's murdered kin. So I think he kept a distance as much out of self-preservation as protecting Jon.

So r!Jon has a better understanding of Ned's bravery and his avoidance by getting to witness it almost as an outsider.

In Restoration and the other AUs, there's a lot more distance between him and his childhood/Ned, so it's hard to hold a candle to Daemon's inferno. And Daemon is working from an entirely difference set of circumstances! He has desperately wanted sons of his own, and although they have a connection to a family he has no love for, he happily ignores it. He doesn't having the looming threat of Robert swooping in, discovering the truth, and ordering his son(s) killed. The only thing he has to hide is their bastard status, and like you said, Jon doesn't know about that, since he addressed it so effectively!

So Daemon's baggage is entirely unrelated to his children. It's mostly with his brother, which you could squint and find some parallels with for Ned-Robert (foster brothers, Robert also as king), but again, Viserys has no beef with his sons--quite the opposite! So Daemon is free to be ferocious in his love, and that's also his personality, hence the inferno.

I doubt Jon is going that deep in his comparisons, though. He knows the Ned loved him, but at a distance. And he knows that Daemon will scour the world to find them, and leap onto a boat to skewer a man trying to kidnap them. I do wonder if he, on some subconscious level, equates the openness of Daemon's love at all to not being a bastard.

As far as how he handles it...we see some of Jon's struggle sprinkled throughout Resonant. His thoughts that he doesn't deserve it, that he's not a child, the pangs when he sees how loved and accepted Rhaenyra's sons are by Laenor and Rhaenys. He tries convincing himself he's not desperately thirsty as he drinks it all in.

(And then we have Rhaegar, and the way that Jon can idealize what being his son might have been like, based on Resonant!Rhaegar's personality. Ned as "what was," Daemon as "what is," and Rhaegar as "what could have been." Jon's fury at Robert Baratheon is something that we joke about a lot, but it's very real for him.)

I think it will take testing the boundaries of Daemon's love for him/them repeatedly for Jon to finally accept it as unconditional. Saving them from a would-be kidnapper is one thing--showing that he still loves them through tough times is another. Does he have to be the perfect son, the way that Jon Snow tried to be the perfect bastard (and it was still never enough)?