#her just being ready to give

[maldaptivedreamer]

strap in, baby

You and Navarro head home early after a night out with your friends.

content: Navarro x fem reader, errors and mistakes, kind of a modern au, maybe ooc characters, wlw smut, reader is buzzed at beginning but sobers up, nicknames, strap on, road head, car sex

wc: ~3k

a/n:  I really liked the idea of Nav wearing a strap out in public and I'm not sure if I executed it well here. I may write another fic where she does it again, but hope ya'll enjoy this one!!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

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You clear your throat with a large grimace. A gentle hand grabs your face and wipes a stray drop from your lip. “Easy baby, you’re makin’ a mess.”

You grunt, blinking slowly at Navarro. “‘M not makin’ a mess. Your makin’ a mess.” You bite your lip with a flirty smile. “You know my girlfriend would kick your ass if she saw you flirting with me.”

Navarro suppresses a smile and nods at you. “Is that right?”

"Mmhmm," you hum, leaning back against the bar counter. "She's real tough. And jealous too." You wag a finger at Navarro, nearly poking her nose. "Could prob’ly take you in a fight."

Navarro chuckles softly, her hand still cupping your face. "I'll keep that in mind. But I think I can handle her." She leans in closer, her breath warm on your cheek. "Besides, I'm pretty tough too."

You giggle, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Oh yeah?"

Navarro's thumb traces your bottom lip gently and your face softens. "Mhmm," she murmurs.

She closes the distance between you, her lips brushing yours softly at first, then with more intensity. You melt into the kiss, your hands finding their way to her hips.

After a moment, Navarro pulls back slightly. “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

You straighten at her words and narrow your eyes at her. “You know my girlfriend would never say something like that to me. Cause she’s the sweetest, bestest, nicest girlfriend ever.”

Rolling her eyes, she lightly pinches your hip. “Your girlfriend sounds like she spoils you too much.”

Grinning, you give her a light peck. "She does," you say with a dreamy sigh. "But don't tell her I said that."

Navarro chuckles, shaking her head. "Secret's safe with me." She runs her fingers through your hair, her touch soothing. "Think you're ready to head back out there, or do you need a few more minutes?"

You consider for a moment, enjoying the playful calm you’ve settled in. "Maybe just a little longer," you mumble, leaning your forehead against Navarro's shoulder.

She wraps her arms around you, holding you close. "Take all the time you need, baby. I've got you."

You breathe in her familiar scent, feeling yourself start to sober up a bit. "Sorry I'm such a mess tonight," you mutter against her shirt.

She shakes her head. “You’re no-”

“Chill out mate, did no’ know she was wit’ you. Was rubbin’ all over me like she was all alone an’ needed a good fuck. Innit gorgeous?” Both of your heads snap towards the cocky, familiar voice.

Bjorn's lips curl into a confident smirk as he raises his hands in a taunting gesture. Your gaze falls to a girl caught between him and a towering, muscular man. Her wide eyes dart back and forth between the two, fear etched into her features. The tension in the air is palpable, and it’s clear that Bjorn is about to get his ass handed to him.

With a loud groan, you roll your eyes in exasperation and lightly push her away. “Go.”

Navarro hesitates, glancing between you and her brother. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

You tilt your head and give her a firm nod, your tone laced with a hint of exasperation. “Yeah, I’ll be a lot better than Bjorn if you don’t go help him. Now go.” With a final push, you watch as she weaves her way through the bustling crowd towards Bjorn's side. 

You watch as Navarro makes her way through the crowd, her posture tense. As she approaches Bjorn and the muscular man, you can see her saying something, her voice lost in the noise of the bar. The large man's face contorts in anger, and he takes a menacing step towards Navarro.

You exhale a breath of relief as Tyler suddenly materializes, placing himself between the siblings and heated couple. His tall frame shields Bjorn and his calm demeanor helps diffuse the tension in the air.

You watch from a distance as Tyler's presence seems to deescalate the situation. The angry man's shoulders slowly relax, and the girl tugs on his arm, whispering something in his ear. After a moment, they turn and disappear into the crowd.

Navarro says something to Bjorn, her expression stern. He shrugs, a sheepish grin on his face, but you can see the relief in his eyes. Tyler claps him on the shoulder, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and disapproval.

As the two of them make their way back to their table, Navarro heads toward you. You straighten up, trying to look more composed. “Your brother’s an idiot.”

Scoffing, she rolls her tense shoulders. “Yeah, I know.”

Grinning, you stumble off the stool into her chest. With a breath of surprise she catches you. With a blunt and innocent tone, you look at her. “Now that that’s been settled, can we go home? I’m horny and want you.”

Navarro laughs and rolls her eyes with a blush. “You’re drunk.”

Shrugging, you try to straighten your face. “Drunk on love for you.” At her deadpan expression, you grumble against her cheek. “Fine. Fine.”

You press your weight into her for a moment and breathe in her scent before sighing. Grabbing her hand, you drag your feet as you reluctantly move towards your friends. You greet them as you wait for Nav to sit. You immediately fall into her lap and freeze as you adjust yourself.

Navarro pulls you back into her and you try to ignore the feel of her against you.

Pushing yourself closer to her, you lean into her and your breath hitches at the feel of it. Gulping, you glance down and subtly grind your core against her. Navarro’s hands tighten around you and you huff a breath into her neck. Your voice comes out in a whine. “Oh fuck. I- Please, don’t tell me you’ve been wearing it all night.”

Navarro nods and huskily whispers in your ear. “You’re more affectionate than usual when we go out, so I wanted to be ready for you baby. Won’t be doing anything while you’re drunk though.”

You whine and grab her hands, pulling them tighter around you. “I’m not drunk, I’m a little tipsy but ‘m not…”

Your voice trails off as you struggle to focus, the warmth of Navarro's body and the press of the toy between you clouding any coherent thoughts. You squirm in her lap, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn't send sparks of arousal through your body with every slight movement.

"Easy, baby," Navarro murmurs in your ear, her nose trails against your neck. "We're still in public, remember?"

You nod, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you settle against her. "Right, right. Public… You’re a cruel, cruel person."

"Behave," Navarro warns, her tone playful but firm. She gives your thigh a gentle squeeze. 

The warning sends a shiver down your spine. "You sure that’s what you want?" you tease.

Before Navarro can respond, Tyler's voice cuts through your heated banter. "Hey lovebirds, you gonna join the conversation or just keep whispering sweet nothings to each other all night?"

You blush, suddenly remembering you're not alone. Across the table, Kay raises a concerned eyebrow at you. "You okay? You look a little flushed, maybe you should slow down."

"'M fine," you mumble, waving a hand dismissively. "Just... warm in here."

You see their skeptical expressions and Bjorn snorts into his drink.

With a sly glint in your eyes, you seize the opportunity to divert their attention. Squinting at Bjorn, you tilt your head ever so slightly in challenge. “Y’know, I’m curious. D’you want to get the shit kicked out of you or are you just incapable of shutting your mouth?” Despite your harsh words, your tone is lighthearted.

Bjorn's body tenses at the provocation and he reacts with a pained groan, sinking back into his seat. Navarro's laughter echoes softly against your skin, leaving behind a light ticklish sensation. “She was all over me an’ how was I ‘sposed to know that she’d been with someone… An’ she was fit.”

Laughing, Tyler lifts his beer to his mouth. “S’that why you stepped up to her monster of a fucking boyfriend. Y’know he coulda kicked both of our arses.”

Smirking, Bjorn shrugs.

The conversation diverts to various random topics and you try to ignore your girlfriend and her teasing touches.

As the night wears on, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation around you. Navarro's hands wander subtly, tracing patterns on your thighs and stomach that send shivers through your body. Occasionally, she adjusts, slowly grinding into you. You try to participate in the conversations, but your responses become more disjointed and distracted.

"You sure you're alright?" Kay asks again, her brow furrowed with concern. "You've been awfully quiet."

You nod a bit too enthusiastically. "Yep! Totally fine. Just... listening." You clear your throat, trying to sound more convincing. "You guys are just so interesting."

Tyler snorts. "Right. Because Bjorn's story about his latest Tinder disaster is riveting stuff."

"Hey!" Bjorn protests. "'S not my fault she turned out to be a bloody alien fanatic!”

You open your mouth to respond, but Navarro cuts in smoothly. "Actually, we may head out. I think someone's had a bit too much to drink tonight."

You turn to pout at her, but the mischievous glint in her eye makes your breath catch. "Maybe you're right," you manage to say.

Tyler starts to rise from his chair. “D’you want any help?”

Navarro shakes her head with a smile and reassures him. “Nah, you guys stay and have fun. I’ve got her. We’ll just head home and pass out.”

Tyler’s face scrunches in worry. “Well, make sure she drinks water and there’s pain killers in the main toilet cabinet. There’s also-”

Rain interrupts him and places a calming hand on his arm. “We know you’ve got her. We’ll see you guys tomorrow. Be safe and love you guys.”

You both return the sentiment and part ways from your friends. Navarro slides an arm around your waist to guide you.

As you stumble out of the bar, the cool night air hits your flushed skin, providing some relief from the stuffy interior. Navarro's arm remains firmly around your waist, supporting you as you make your way to the car.

"You okay to walk, baby?" she asks, her voice low and concerned.

You nod, leaning into her. "Mmhmm. 'M fine. Just... distracted."

Navarro chuckles softly. "I bet." Her hand slides lower, giving your ass a firm squeeze. "Still want me when we get home?"

You whimper, your steps faltering slightly. "God, yes. Please."

Opening your car door, she carefully watches as you step into the car. You rub your hands together in an attempt to warm yourself and she slides into the seat next to you.

"Cold, baby?" she murmurs, turning the heat on.

You nod, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Mmhmm. Maybe you should warm me up."

Navarro chuckles. "Patience. We'll be home soon." A sharp squeal escapes your lips as her cold fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. Her icy touch sends shivers down your back and you smack her hand.

You playfully scold her with an annoyed tone. “Yah know, if I hadn’t sobered up before, I definitely have now asshole.”

Licking her lips with a grin, she barely glances at you as she turns out of the parking lot. “What happened to me being the sweetest, bestest, nicest girlfriend ever?”

Shrugging with a frown, you rub your nose and look out of the window. “Well I was wrong and under the influence.”

She hums in amusement and a comfortable silence settles over both of you.

Despite the lighthearted teasing and playful banter between you, your body is still consumed by a deep and primal arousal. Your skin feels hot and taut, your muscles tense with anticipation. Grinning mischievously, an idea comes to you.

Turning to her with a coy smile, you begin trailing soft kisses down the length of her neck. She glances at you skeptically from the corner of her eye, but keeps her focus on the road ahead. “What are you doin?”

Instead of answering verbally, you reach down and gently trace your fingers over her pants. Moaning softly against her skin, you stroke the toy through her pants. Her breath hitches in surprise and her hands grip tightly onto the steering wheel. “What happened to waiting till we got home, pretty girl?”

You part from her skin after a harsh suck to her neck. You shrug, unbuttoning her pants, your fingers trembling with anticipation. “Who said that?” you ask, voice husky.

You release the dildo from her pants and it springs up. Without hesitation, you spit on your hand and begin stroking Nav's length. “If you want me to stop, baby, tell me and I’ll stop,” you murmur, gazing at the side of her face. “You can drive us all the way home while I fuck myself on my fingers. Either way, it’s a win-win for me Ro.”

You can see the conflict in her eyes, but determination quickly settles over her. Swallowing, she nods and glances at you. “I want you to suck my cock until we make it home.”

Your core throbs at her words and you eagerly fulfill her desire. Lowering your head over her slick cock, you press a kiss to the engorged head. Moaning, your tongue traces the vein on the side and your lips encase the surrounding flesh, sucking. 

Navarro moans and resists the urge to look down at the mess you're making. The noise of your sloppy mouth pleasuring her sound throughout the car, persisting over the music on the radio.

You take Navarro deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. Your tongue swirls around the head of the toy before you slide down further, taking as much as you can. Navarro's hips twitch, fighting the urge to thrust up into your eager mouth.

"Fuck, baby," she groans, one hand leaving the steering wheel to tangle in your hair.

You hum around her, the vibrations making her gasp. Your hand works what you can't fit in your mouth, twisting and stroking in time with your bobbing head.

Navarro's breathing becomes more ragged as she tries to focus on the road. Her thighs tense under you, her arousal building at your desperation and pure want for her.

"We're almost home," she pants.

Navarro's grip on the steering wheel tightens as you take her deeper into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the shaft, tracing every ridge and vein of the toy. She lets out a shaky breath, fighting to keep her focus on the road. Your hand works the base of the toy as you bob your head, taking her as deep as you can manage in this position.

Navarro's breathing grows heavier, her knuckles white on the wheel. "We're almost home," she manages to say, her voice strained. "Just a few more minutes."

You force yourself down, the noise of her tip hitting the back of your throat loud. Your free hand slides up to her hand on the back of your head, and you press it down, silently encouraging her to guide you.

Navarro groans out an elongated Fuuuck, before pulling you off of her and gently guiding you back to your seat. You pant and quickly reach a hand into your pants to touch yourself. You whimper as your hand meets the mess in your pants and your press finger to your clit.

Your eyes shoot open as Nav rips your hand out of your pants. Glancing around, you noticed she parked in an abandoned parking lot. Her voice is breathy as she moves to slide your pants down. “Can’t wait till we get home. Need you to ride me now.”

You gasp as Navarro's hands grip your hips, helping you straddle her lap in the driver's seat. The confined space of the car makes it awkward, but your need overwhelms any discomfort. You can feel the toy pressing against your entrance, slick with your saliva.

"You sure?" you breathe, searching her eyes.

Navarro nods, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Need you, baby. Now."

You moan as she lines up the toy with your entrance, your slick arousal making it easy for her to slide inside. You sink down slowly, savoring the delicious stretch.

"Fuck," you whimper, your forehead pressed against hers. "You feel so good."

Navarro's hands guide your hips as you start to move, urging you to move faster. "That's it," she groans. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous baby. Ride me so well."

The car feels impossibly hot, windows already starting to fog. Your hands brace against the headrest for leverage as you ride her.

Your breath comes out in labored moans as your hips to roll faster and harder in Navarro's lap, the toy filling you completely with each forceful thrust. The cramped quarters of the car only intensify the sensations, your bodies pressed tightly against one another.

Your desperation builds with each roll of your hips. Navarro's hands grip your waist tightly, as she thrusts up to meet you. The car rocks slightly with the force of your thrusts.

"Oh god, Ro," you pant, your head falling back. “Your cock feels so good baby."

Navarro leans forward, her mouth latching onto your exposed neck. "Come on baby, cum for me," she growls against your skin. "Let me know how good I make you feel, pretty girl."

Her words send a shiver down your spine. You grind down harder, chasing your release. Navarro's fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

You whimper, your walls clenching around the toy as your orgasm washes over you. You pant into each other’s mouths as you both catch your breath, you more so than her. Swallowing, you force yourself up on shaky legs and Navarro quickly assists you.

The toy flops out of you and she guides you to lean on her chest. Rubbing your back, she presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and mumbles. “Love you.”

Huffing, you mumble back. “Love you too.”

[backstabber128]

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How could you forget your roots?

[radaverse]

When the angsty ahh aus meet

+ smol comfort bestie swap

[kooki914]

I hope we get to see Asgore fight the cyber queen bitch.

It’d be funny

No <3

Have this wholesomeness instead

[dollypopup]

I just need every single person in this fandom who has ever been mean about Luke Newton to know that Nicola Coughlan hates you. Genuinely and wholeheartedly.

She hates you. Sure, she won't say it aloud, because she's a professional who knows her career lives or dies by fans, but please know that she does. She hates you if you've said Colin gave you the ick, especially so if you said it to Luke, she hates you if you've left a rude comment on his social media, she hates you if you acted like she didn't like him or that she was shading him, she hates you if you bullied the people around him, she hates you if you said something disparaging about how he looks or how he acts, she. hates. you.

And sure, it's not all people who are in her or Pen's fanbase, in fact a lot of people have been cruel about him outside of the Polin fandom, but a LOT of people are Pen fans, and hearing her talking about how defensive she gets over him when people say something rude about him? And knowing there are SO many stupid opinion blogs and youtubers and tiktokers who say they're Pen fans and Nicola fans but are mean as fuck about Luke?

I need every single one of them, in particular those who have been out here making up stupid shit to be mad at him about 'on her behalf' to know that when you say something mean about the man she gushed to her Mum about, and who her Mum was so excited to meet because she just knew he was kind, the man she introduced to her entire family, the man she is always reaching for and hugging and snuggling up to and calling wonderful and giggling around and saying how she wouldn't want to do such vulnerable intimate scenes without and complimenting and leaning on and having fun with and calling a special person in her life, she is taking off her earrings and ready to meet you outside in his honor

because she hates you for being a dick about him. hope that clears things up

[cerulean-crow]

Twicord my beloved <3 Using my redesigns this time!

Fun fact! This was basically my first real ship, basically ever! I was never too into shipping growing up and I was very confused about just how much discourse surrounded it and how absolutely feral some people got over their ships.

But Mlp was what would open me up to stuff like multishipping and crack shipping and how to enjoy a good rare pair- so at one point I just decided I was going to ship something I didn’t see anyone else really shipping. Thus! Twicord!!

At a certain point it stopped being a “joke” and this pairing has since owned my heart for the last decade <3

Sketch and flats under the cut because why not- I tried rendering this a bit differently and I like how it came out

[silverhalla]

Back at it again with another theory: What if Lucanis’ betrayal wasn’t a betrayal at all?

(obviously, spoilers below the cut)

During The Wigmaker Job, we have some dialogue between Illario and Lucanis about their position within both the Crows and the Dellamorte family. Illario wants Caterina to step down so he can take the coveted First Talon spot. Lucanis reassures him that his time is coming, to which Illario makes a snide comment about whether his cousin would ever go against their grandmother’s wishes. When they continue the conversation after the job, Illario states that Lucanis is the potential heir, that he’s her favorite, and that he’s unlikely to say no to her. Lucanis doesn’t argue, only insists that he doesn’t want to be First Talon, and that he hopes she’ll see reason before that. It’s mentioned again in Eight Little Talons - Caterina favors Lucanis. It’s well-known enough among the Crows that Viago and Teia discuss it in front of her (not on purpose, but she doesn’t deny it). He’s her prodigy through and through.

In the opening scene for the Lucanis quest in Veilguard, Caterina is poised, as you’d expect of the First Talon. She’s certain that the body they buried wasn’t her grandson, that it had been altered with blood magic. She doesn’t pose it as a theory, though: she poses it as a fact. It could, of course, merely be her confidence, but there’s another very unusual aspect to the scene – everyone else discusses how Lucanis was clearly betrayed, that someone must have sold him out in order for the Venatori to capture him. Caterina is the only one in that room who never speaks on it. She doesn’t ask for justice, doesn’t mention vengeance, never acknowledges that her grandson was sold out by someone he trusted – perhaps because he wasn’t. 

What if, when Caterina comes to him with a plan, with an impossible request, he’s still her favorite prodigal grandchild, and he still does whatever she asks? She’s had him tortured before as a child, has tortured and starved and beaten him herself before, because it makes him stronger and more resistant to it in the future. He says in The Wigmaker Job that he used to hate her for it, but now he understands. He justifies it. All Crows justify it, because they have to - if they don’t, then the cruelty wasn’t for survival’s sake, and their suffering meant nothing. Perhaps he doesn’t even question it. When Caterina tells him that she has a job for him, he takes it. 

What if the contract has a caveat? Sure, Calivan must die by his hand by the end of it, a little treat for a job well done, but what if his primary mission is reconnaissance, is discovery? The Venatori are using blood magic to torture and corrupt prisoners. It would behoove the Crows to find out what it entails and how to resist it, before it’s turned back on them. It would have to be someone so deeply, unabashedly loyal to her that when she asked them to infiltrate a Venatori prison, expecting torture at best, their own death at worst, they’d take the job anyway, no questions asked - someone Caterina can trust, certainly, but also someone who has never once said no to her.

And Lucanis has always been a loyal grandson. 

[book-lover85]

Stay at home dad and artist on commission Keefe

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

.

.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[spacedace]

another bit from the "Constantine adopts Elle au" idea I posted a snippet of yesterday:

The days immediately after the…loss of Elle’s brothers weren’t the hardest. It would, they’d all learn soon enough, only get worse as their friend’s mental state continued to deteroriate. At the time though, it had certainly felt like it couldn’t have gotten any worse.

Elle had always been, for as long as Lian had known the other girl, been a bright, energetic person. Even when being drug from bed in those ungodly hours that so easily could be labeled as late night and early morning equally to go fight some asshole who couldn’t wait for decent crime-spree hours. Elle had never been so cruel to the rest of them as to be chipper during those awful exhausted - and exhausting - incidents, but she’d always been upbeat. Rousing them into feeling more alive with a carefully currated playlist blasting over the comms and promises of delicious, greasy breakfasts at their favorite twenty-four hour diner that she always delivered on.

She was always vibrant, always excited for whatever came at her next, always dancing ahead of them all in search of a new hobby, a new special interest, a new once-in-a-lifetime experience. Her eternally burning hope that the horizon would have something better, something brighter not a foolish security blanket to hide behind but a weapon she weilded against the world. A spine of steal, a heart of a stellar nursery, a hand equally capable of being stretched out in friendship or clenched into a fist ready to deliver the nastiest left hook that side of Metropolis.

Elle Constantine was a lot of things - a good number of them questionable - but in every single one of them, she was full of life.

So seeing her so completely empty…

The Justice League had gotten roped in on their mission before they even realized the scope of it all. Grand-Bat looming and scowling and digging his grubby fingers into things, the rest of the League not much better as they wormed their way in on the case. For all the good it had done, when they’d been too late actually on the scene to be of any actual use. Only able to show up hours after their initial call for backup when the shit show was finally over and the world saved.

She and the team were all still reeling by the time the got there. Elle still crumpled on the ground, coverd in soot and blood in a writhing heap of pain no one else could even begin to understand. The still air rent by her ragged, broken voice wailing and keening like a banshee from the stories of old.

Screaming until she coughed up blood. Hands dripping red and green ripping at the dirt, at her clothes, at her hair, her skin. Shreiking in mindless, all consuming greif as they tried to calm her down, the only words anyone could make out the broken shapes of her brothers’ name.

Jon had to pin her arms to her side in the end, face pained as he tried hard not to hurt her while keeping her thrashing frame in place. Connor crouched before her cradling her tattered hands in his as he tried desperately to get her to follow his breathing, his own voice thick with barely contained tears. Damian, soft hearted beneath all his bluster and bristling, dropped to his knees beside her in the blood soaked ground and simply wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

There had been nothing Lian wanted more than to be with them in that moment. To join her team in trying to help their friend through the initial horror and agony of having a part of herself so cruelly ripped out and crushed before her very eyes. She wanted to wipe at the endless tears falling down Elle’s face and hold her hands and wrap her in a hug and weep with her over what had happend.

Wanted to get them all out of there, get them back to the Tower, get them all washed up and bundled in a protected, quiet corner where they could all cling to each other in the dark in a mess of blankets and pillows like the children they were. Wanted to shield Elle from the watching eyes of the Justice League members, the clean up crew, the gawking civilians and hungry press. To protect her while she was so horribly vulnerable, her friend ripped open and bleeding out in front of the world like a sideshow and not a girl who had just lost the only people in the world that had known and loved her since the very beggining of her fucked up life.

But Lian was the leader of the Titans. She was the one they trusted to make the hard calls. To look after them. To be their champion against not just their enemies but their allies too when it was called for.

So that’s what she did.

She stood with her feet planted firm on the slick, broken ground. Spine straight, shoulders back, head high and gaze full of hellfire. A sentry between her confused, greiving friends and the good intentioned but ultimately distructive attempts of the Justice League members before her to help.

Lian’s arm was broken in at least two places, hanging limply at her side from a dislocated shoulder. Her weapons buried in the flesh of one monster or other that they had faced that night. Her poison tipped nails split and torn, fingernails missing entirely on three fingers of her left hand. Her mask was cracked and broken somewhere in the debris, leaving her only with a domino that had nearly been clawed off with the rest of her face. Blood going cool and tacky where it had poured down her ragged cheeks, settling in the hollows and lines around her mouth. Pinking her teeth whenever she spoke and the gruesome evidence of the brutal fight found its way to curl insideious in her mouth, down her throat, into the cold pit in her chest.

When she met her grandfather’s grim, obscured face it was with her mother’s strength and her father’s stubbornness and her Pops’ willingness to shoot any motherfucker who dared to try.

Clark’s gaze was on the hunched crowd behind her, tight lines on his face as he stared at his son making it all to clear that he wanted to move past her and insert himself into the situation. To use his everything will be okay voice to command them like confused civilians or lost ducklings in need of a minder. He wanted to play the part he always played in times of disaster: shining beacon, untarnished champion. The last thing her team wanted, the last thing that Elle needed on top of everything else.

Lian’s good hand flexed by the pistol strapped to her thigh in a small warning. The Man of Steel knew well enough that there was glowing green waiting for him in the clip. Her gramps’ obsessive paranoia, her Pops’ good advice about big blue boyscouts who couldn’t keep their noses out of of other people’s business.

They stood in tense silence for long moments, the stillness only broken by Elle’s broken voice rising up in a keening wail for those she lost.

A stand-off that Lian knew that she’d win, one way or another.

Her gramps’ shoulders lowered, so minutely as to be inperceptible to anyone not in their family.

“Wonder Woman will be here shortly.” He said in his low rumbling voice. Beside him Clark finally drifted to the ground, a concession from both of them. “Justice League Dark went radio silent seven hours ago. Last transmission from Zantanna indicated they were dealing with an interdimensional issue and would be unreachable for at least three days.”

Elle’s dad - her family - were unreachable. John Constantine didn’t know that he’d lost his three sons in the span of a handful of minutes, that his daughter was being crushed beneath the weight of greif and trauma to the point of madness. Wouldn’t know for days what tragedy had struck his family, had destroyed the strange but happy life he and his adopted children had carved out for themselves.

John Constantine. Zantanna Zatara. Detective Bobo. Boston Brand. Asa the Nightmare Nurse. Elle’s family, out of reach while she writhed and wailed in agony. The only people who might come close to understand just how deep, how awful, the pain of her brothers’ loss truly was.

Diana was something, was someone, but the Amazon’s time being split between JL Light and Dark meant that she wasn’t a touchstone to Elle in the way the rest of the core members of the magical team were. Elle commented once that Diana was more like a fun aunt she barely saw growing up. Someone she was always excited to see and hang out with, someone she wanted to make proud, but not someone she felt especially close to in comparison to the rest of her family.

Lian did not give in to the pained urge to close her eyes and swear.

She was keenly aware that all it would take was a single crack, as narrow and insignificant as a strand of hair. The smallest hint that the crushing weight of everything that had happened - that was still happening - was effecting her and they’d be back at the attempts to push past her and take over. A desire to help, the restless urge to jump in and save the day, to ease the pain of those so clearly suffering, blinding them to how much worse they would make things in the process.

The intentions were good, but the ultimate results blistering and painful and too often overlooked as the next disaster pulled thier attentions away. Stubborn insistence that their experience overruled her and her team’s instincts. The hands of the older heroes always reaching, unaware that they were too sharp as they dug into the soft flesh of the Titans’ fresh wounds. Picking apart their flaws and failures in the name of bettering them, never stopping to consider the wounds they pressed hard against as part of their lecturing might still be open and raw. That while the men before her had hands in raising most of them, that did not mean they had perfect comprehension to who the Titans were or always knew what the members of her team really needed.

“Have Wonder Woman go to the Tower.” Lian said, knowing that her grandfather heard Selina’s cadence in her voice. A habit, a gamble. Catwoman had been her mentor for a time, had helped her sharpen her claws and her instincts and that budding part of her that would make her a leader one day. Sometimes it pushed Bruce into listening to her, sometimes it just led to him pushing back.

He’d find that latter option unwise at the moment, though.

Her beloved Grand-Bat or no, she knew where his armor was weakest. Knew how to make the single shot she’d manage to get off on him count. Knew just how far she’d go to make sure that Elle and the rest of her friends were sheilded from any and all harm when they were so vulnerable.

She was their champion, their sentry, their knight.

Batman, of all people, knew the lengths a knight was willing to go in the name of the oaths they took.

She watched him shift back. A silent, unseen signal between him and Clark having Superman step back too. Lian wasn’t sure if her grandfather had found the wall she presented him too strong to conted with, or if Elle’s heart wrenching screams of greif and agony made him decide against testing the wall at all. Whatever it was, Lian would take the small victory where she could. It was the only real one she might be able to claim that day.

[pocketgalaxies]

responding to orym's "what am i here to say" with the most earnest gentle curious non-judgmental "i don't know!" god i could cry about it.

[sysig]

They’re both so cute, what’s up with that (Patreon)

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Spider And Her Demons

YA Australian urban fantasy/horror

about a Malaysian-Chinese girl who’s half spider-demon, just trying to keep her head down and survive high school

when she accidentally kills and eats a man in front of the most popular girl at school, they strike up a strange friendship and she starts to learn more about herself and the supernatural world

aroacespec/sapphic ish

[shalpilot]

oh so that's where he went

[landoffreaksandfrogs]

the summoner hesitates.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

They gave Topper a girlfriend— devastating actually, I hope he stays fucking insane and obsessive and possessive and a little bitch cause otherwise what’s the poooiiinntttt

I need my kooks PATHETIC and USELESS. She better blow up on him for ignoring her to do whatever Rafe’s asking of him this time, I need him to be the worst boyfriend ever cause there’s no way that man can Be Normal for a second lol