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thevoidscreams · 23 hours ago

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You are a cosmic entity who loves to travel and at some point you met big E in his younger days. You two had a beautiful friendship (this was before big E became Emperor so I think he would be more innocent and fun,... and knows how to love someone) and you two vowed to see each other again in the near future, but what smol E didn't know was that time meant nothing to you, After a short nap 30 thousand years have passed, you meet big E again but now he has become someone you don't recognize anymore, someone taller, colder and more possessive. One more thing you don't know is that this time he has no intention of letting you go.

This gives me yandere vibes. Of a sort.

Day 22 Year 2:

Warnings: Abduction, used for breeding, Warp sex, dub/non con, being forced to have a body

You get to be the progenitor of the primarchs in this one!

Word count:1574

You gave a big stretch, dreams flittering away as she awoke. It was a good nap. Memories came back in dreamy colored fragments. A friend closer than any others drifted through your thoughts. You should go visit him. Slipping through the tides of the warp things looked different, the power of the four had grown since you were last awake. Hopefully that wouldn't bode too terribly for the little humans you'd grown so fond of. You picked out the singular star of light in the distance. You'd recognize him anywhere, his soul was so bright. Wondering what stories he'd have for you over your time away, surely your best friend would be just as delighted to see you as you would be him.

The trip took days in real world time, but it would be worth it. As soon as you reached the edge of the system where his planet was located, something very odd happened.

Golden threads lashed out from the ball of shining aura. Thrashing did no good, even in your ethereal form you only became more entangled by the threads of power, dragged closer like a fish in the tentacles of a man o'war jelly.

It didn't feel like the friend you had met so long ago, but it was him, his aura was stronger, more powerful in ways never expected.

"It is you. After all this time." His voice rang in your ethereal body as his own presence rose to meet you in the warp. "It has not been that long my old friend." "Thirty thousand years is more time than most can even fathom. Yet you have returned to me now, of all times." "I came to see you, I have been asleep for some time and wished to reconnect with you old friend."

The grip tightened pulling your body of light closer to his. "It has been many millennia since I last heard your voice, my light. I have much to do, that must be done, and now that you have returned, my plans can come to fruition." You looked into the eye's of the perpetual being who had caught you. He was not warm the way he was before. His form had hardened with the time he'd spent learning to control it, and in all the horrors he had committed. "I do not understand." "You will. But I require your aid." His energy reached out to stroke you, caressing your own formless body, pressing it into shapes that were orderly in their structure. It mirrored his own in a way, the form he had in the physical plane.

"Why this form?" Your vast, ancient collection of knowledge did not prepare you for what he had in store. "It will make it easier to conceptualize what is to occur." The fine yet terribly powerful threads pulled tighter, keeping the form as he wished it to be. "It is for the good of my kind that I do this. You must understand." You tried, you wished to help your oldest friend. He held you as he drew you back to the place he had come from. His energy surged around you, then, into you. Your body convulsed against the intrusion. His power co-mingled with yours. Something was happening that you had not ever experienced. There was no pain, yet it was a terribly odd sensation, to have his power and form press into places that you had not known before. It went off for a time, this strange dance as you might have described it. He seemed to come to some kind of conclusion, imparting you with a fragment of his power. When he left the fragment stayed behind. The fine net remained. Holding you as the fragment grew into something more. From your place, anchored in the immaterium you could glimpse into the mortal's world, their place of rigid structure. They were busy making some things, many things. His hands returned once more, days later he plucked the grown fragment of your combined essences. You felt emptier without it. But then he came back, and you did that strange dance again, this time it felt better, as if your understanding of what he expected had shaped the activity to some degree. He left you with another fragment. "What are these? The things that grow in me?" His hands held you, and you felt the brush of his energy against the place that looked like his mouth. "They are sons. Our sons." He breathed and left you again, with the small fragment and more questions. This cycle continued for many of the Terran months. Until he had plucked twenty of the fragments. "That is all I will need now." "Will you send me away then?" You asked, a sense of melancholy about you. You could not understand why, but your body, ethereal and eternal felt.. used. For the first time in so many millions of years you had experienced a new sensation, but you wished you had not.

"No, I lost you once, I will not do so again." He held you close in the golden cage he'd woven around you. Then there was a terrible sensation, a wrenching tearing feeling. Yet no matter how you cried and thrashed, your efforts were for nothing. He dragged you from the warp, and your world went cold and dark.

Everything was wrong, you shifted, trying to feel the energies around you but there were none. "She is waking." A new voice rasped, it was wrong, why did it sound so set in space? "She is." She? What did they mean, she? Wasn't that a human word to describe some humans but not others? You were not human.

Finally your form seemed to understand what it was that it needed to do to see again. The world was solid, rigid and unmoving. "What have you done?" The words came from a mouth, from chords in the throat, it was all wrong. You were all wrong. "I have brought you home to me. This is where you will reside now." Your eyes saw him, saw him for what he wished to be. Not for what he truly was. "What have you done to me?" You croaked, this body felt new.

"You will be what I need of. I am sorry for the pain this will cause." He touched you, and you felt his hand, his flesh on your own. You shot away, not out of pain, but discomfort at the localized sensation. "No, I am not human! I am not human! I am not human!"

This body burned in the eyes, there was a pulsing in the chest, blood flowed through restricted pathways. You needed to get out, to escape. Your hands tore at themselves, at flesh and meat, you needed to destroy the cage.

Hands stopped you, holding you with impossible strength. "Be still now and hear me." His voice filled you. "You are what you are now, as I have decided it to be so. This is the form I require you to be." Firm hands grasped your hands. "Come, you will learn to live in this form."

"Please, I do not want to." The burning turned to cool streaks down the face of the body. Wetness fell from your eyes and down to the cold solid floor. He shushed you. "You will learn to accept it."

For over a month you were kept on watch, the emperor, as he was known in this age, had his giant golden guardians see to you. See to it that you were not harming yourself. When he would come and see you it was to gauge how the body was adjusting and how you were adjusting. "This body is a prison." You had wept. Learning the word for emotions and actions.

"Give it time." He ordered, leaving you alone again. Feeling dead yet alive.

A month after that, and of frequent visits he came to your chambers one night, sending away the guards. "I have need of you once more." "What is it you require? More fragments?" "No. Just you."

His body draped over yours, it was like the strange dance he'd done with you before, you thought. But it was not the same for flesh as it was spirit.

He pressed into you and there was horrible pain, such that you cried out. "Hush now, it will pass." When it did, you were relieved. Then he moved again and it was like the pain, but more intense and you did not want it to stop. He rolled into you over and over, lips pressed to lips, body to body until it felt as if your whole world imploded. You screamed but it was not out of pain. His lips caressed your skin, he had left something inside you again, but it was not energy. It was physical matter, human matter.

He took you to the place he had called the baths and washed you. You wondered if this would be your whole existence now. You turned to him, wanting to call him by his name, but you could not, not without censure. "When may I return to my true self?" You asked him as he laid you down on the bed once more, washed and clothed. "This is your form now." He insisted, body curling around yours. "Why?" Tears slid forth again. "Because I lost you once, and I will not ever again."

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k x reader #my writing #warhammer #emperor of mankind #emperor of mankind x reader #mating press march

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mintendo96 · 1 day ago

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People especially don't understand the violence of displacement, refugeehood, and diaspora. Like the deaths of these wars are so brutal and horrific but being displaced isn't safety or without its own horrors.

Imagine someone like my dad. He was 6 years old when the six day war happened. He remembers it well even. He remembers being shot at. He remembers hiding in the caves. He remembers running out of food and not being sure if they would be able to get more. Now that alone is a horror and a trauma that lives on your bones.

Now imagine that the only home he has ever known is not home anymore. Might never be again. This place is where your family has lived for at least 12 generations and have family legends of Saladin. His parents decided it was safer to come to the US. A place where he doesn't speak the language, none of them do really. A place that's different entirely: a rural town in Palestine to a bustling American city is a big transition. And he just has to be okay with that because it's a *blessing* at least you are *safe.*

But safety isn't in the day to day as his family struggles to feed all of them. Safety isn't the word I would use to describe figuring out what place to put on your passport as country of origin when your country can't be your birthplace. Safety isn't the word I would use to describe the myriad of ways racism appears in the day to day, both mundane and horrifying. He loses whatever abilities he has to read and write in Arabic.

But, he eventually gets to a place where he and other parts of his family can go back to home. It's wonderful although brief each time and getting briefer. Then things get worse back home and he won't know the next time it will be safe to see his home. He tries to preserve his culture to his kids with his wife who is also Palestinian. They know some basic words in Arabic, but they are toddlers, they will learn more.

Then 9/11 happens. The world is more dangerous for him and his kids than he thought it could get. Even in the "safe" place that they fled to. Hate crimes are increasingly a problem and what is going to happen to his kids. He and his wife stop speaking Arabic in public. Not on purpose, not even consciously, but their kids slowly lose their tenuous grasp of his language. They can't even speak to his parents really and the language barrier between the two generations is a new kind of horror. A rupture that echoes the lack of his literacy in Arabic but this time he can hear it.

He doesn't visit home again for over 2 decades. But he gets back home. And it is beautiful. Two of his adult kids come for the first time. They get to see what they have been missing their whole lives. The parts of them that were lost to time or hatred are here. He even wants to move back. He tries to start the process of getting his parents home in his and his siblings names. It's all they he adores, the food is just as good as he remembers. His kid gorges herself on figs so much she gets ill. They have tea every morning on the patio.

He doesn't get a chance to go back. Not yet at least. The pandemic and then the genocide have prevented him. His kid now lives within a few miles of where the first hate crime in the US that took place after 9/11. He has spent the last 2 years watching horrors beyond even the traumas he already held. He watches the place he loves and desparately wants to return to get turned into rubble over and over again.

Being in the US has meant my family is alive. I am privileged to be here, but it is a horror onto itself. And this is a story of displacement to a Western country, many other stories are far worse than his, far worse than mine. But even in ideal circumstances, diaspora has been a horror. A rupture in space and time on our culture and our identity happening concurrently to the physical destruction of people that look like us. Do you know how often I donate to people with the names of my cousins? How often I see bloodied faces of kids that look like my niblings? How if we were from just a few miles southwest from where we are, we would be there too?

Getting out is important and you should keep funding people to flee, but you have to understand, they aren't fleeing to safety. They are fleeing to a better chance at life, but that life, as it stands, will never be safe.

The US literally invented the playbook by invading Iraq 2 decades ago and keeping it under occupation for nearly a decade after that (and it still is under occupation really, what with US troops still strewn throughout the country)—and we still have people thinking that their every pro-Israeli move isn’t made with the very intention of killing Arabs, as they historically have in the past. Get serious.

#palestine #gaza #palestinian

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howi99 · 1 day ago

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From the Nest 10

Team BRBN, walking towards their next class

Jaune: *concerned* Hey, Nora... Sorry for what happened. I should have seen you weren't comfortable with... Well...

Nora: *chuckle* Don't worry chief, it wasn't your fault! Heck, i'm a soon-to-be huntress, not a little girl! I shouldn't be crying for something like that. *Smile* But thanks for worrying.

Jaune: *shake his head* Still, if there's things you'd prefer i don't talk of... Tell me, all right?

Nora: *sigh dramatically* Gee, i didn't take you for the overly worried kind. *Giggle* I'm fine now, and i'll be fine next time, don't worry.

Jaune: *slowly nod* Ok... I'll trust you on that one.

Blake: *pensive* Jaune, you told us you lived most of your life in Mistralean Jungles, right?

Jaune: *turning to Blake, surprised* Yeah, why?

Blake: It's just... *Sigh* Nevermind, you probably don't know anything about this.

Jaune: No, go on, i'm curious now!

Blake: *shaking her head* You didn't know about the SDC, so you probably don't know anything about the White Fang.

Jaune: *perplexed* Well, yeah? I know those guys!

Blake: *surprised* Wait... Really?

Jaune: *nod* Sure! We traded a lot with them where i lived, even made a friend with a guy there. A bit of an edgelord, but still a great guy!

Ren: You didn't mind them... You know...

Jaune: *shrug* They never were a problem to us. We even worked together once or twice. *Smile* I even saved that guy i talked about during one of those times.

Blake: *frowning* (Wait, that sounds familiar... Didn't Adam say-)

???: What did you say...?

Jaune: *turning around, seeing Weiss shocked expression* Hm? What's wron-

Weiss: *gritting her teeth* You helped those BEAST!? Those killers!?

Jaune: *confused* Killers? You're probably mistaken, i don't think they are THAT violent-

Weiss: THEY TRIED KILLING ME! THEY KEEP TARGETING MY FAMILY!

Jaune: ... Uh? That... Doesn't make sense, they were fighting for freedom, yeah, but they wouldn't kill anyone. That goes completely against their views!

Weiss: *grabbing his shirt* WHAT DO YOU-

Blake: *putting her hand on Weiss shoulder* Jaune, when was the last time you worked with them? Or that your tribe interacted with them?

Jaune: Uh... *pensive* Hm... I think it was 4 years ago? Maybe 5, why?

Blake: *sigh, releasing Weiss* Jaune, that's not the same White Fang anymore. The one you talked about were still mostly pacific, but now...

Weiss: *angrily* They are nothing but terrorists! Don't ever condone their actions as a just cause, because it stopped being one the moment an innocent was killed. *Walk past them*

Jaune: ... But they were so nice before...

#jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #rwby #rwby au #from the nest au

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dannydoesthisthing27 · 1 day ago

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Asher and Guy have got to be some of the most emotionally intelligent characters, and I think that aspect of them is overlooked a lot of the time because they're silly/joke/flirt a lot more than the other characters typically would. Of course, the majority of redacted characters are emotionally intelligent, but with the others, you're kind of expecting that with their personality being what it is.

With Asher, he is "the goofball." He's the one that can make everyone laugh, even if they're pissed off while they do. Ash thrives off of making people smile. It makes him feel good knowing that he can improve someone's mood. However, he also knows when he needs to he serious, and he is able to balance those sides of himself really well. One of my favorite examples of him being serious is during the summit. He trusts himself to make decisions for the pack, even if he's scared of what might happen as a result. Asher was the one who made 90% of the big calls for the pack during the summit because David couldn't be there in the moment. Even when it's not something as big as the summit, he can still be serious. He values Baaabe more than anything else, and he is able to see when they're struggling. I think the best example of that in particular is that first audio he had after the summit when Baabe wasn't able to sleep. I don't think he's the man to wake up easily. Once he's out, he's out. Until it comes to Baabe. He woke up, probably because he either felt them move away or he picked up on their distress. He didn't pressure them to talk. He just let them know he was there, and that alone can be comforting. Especially since in a lot of my headcannons, Baabe grew up in a house where stability was a pretty foreign concept. They never had the comfort of a support system behind them. They just had to fend for themselves and hope their home was still standing when they got home from school or work. Asher changed that. He kept them safe from everything, including their own mind. He asked how their day was and actually valued their answer. He pays attention to the way they behave, and on days he noticed they were struggling, he tries to do anything to make it better once they're home. Asher is so in tune with the people he cares about, and it's beautiful.

Guy is the character you're expecting to be comedic relief. When you go into a Guy video, you're going to be expecting references and rambling. I think that Guy is much more mature than he usually lets on, though. Prime examples being the first reverse sick comfort, the one where he and Honey decorate together, the confession, and the ones where he tries to get Honey to sleep. He is still a menace, of course, but he's genuine with everything he says to Honey in the moment. Guy shows empathy for the fact that Honey can't sleep. He shows them affection (something they've probably not had a lot of in a relaxed sense as opposed to the hot and heavy moments). He is also able to communicate when he is not doing great. When he was sick and had to reschedule his pitch meeting, he showed that he was frustrated and upset about the fact that he would probably end up missing the pitch. He also works a customer service job, so he probably has rough days pretty often. I don't think they get to him all the time, but he definitely has extistential moments that Honey tries to help with. He talks about Honey so reverently sometimes, and I still get caught off guard by it. The way he compliments them when he isn't trying to be funny feels so different. The way Guy looks at Honey like they hung the stars is only second to the way he speaks to them. On rare occasions, Honey will fall asleep first (they're usually pretending). Guy will talk about how lucky he feels to have them in his life; how greatful he is that they can see him as more than just 'the pizza guy' or 'the person who will crack a joke every 3 seconds'. He feels known when Honey listens to him because they are actually listening.

Also

I would love an audio of Guy, Ash, Angel, and Gavin, going innuendo for innuendo. Just to see who could go for the longest. As unlikely as it is to happen I think it would be entertaining

#to be clear i do see people talk about the maturity of asher and guy #i just dont see it often #so i wanted to give my take on their characters #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted asher #asher talbot #redacted baabe #redacted baaabe #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted gavin

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gothwineaunts · 3 hours ago

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I don’t mean to assume or make anyone alarmed but I’ve heard you and flynn are skipping the focus on Annabel and Lenore bc of a group of Montresor fans (as Lenore and Annabel aren’t popular with them).

Is that true??

I’m not asking because of what’s happening in fastpass, I heard about this information around when season 2 came out.

Wow, that's honestly absurd. Sorry hon, I dunno where you heard that but it's made-up nonsense. A rumor, and not even a particularly good one. I think most anyone would be able to see through it, but I'll go through it with you anyway because I've seen some angst on the tag about this. 1. Lenore and Annabel are the main characters of the story, and that has not changed and will not change. If we intended to toss them aside in season 2, why on earth would we have set so much up in season 1? Also all of the promo art is still of them, and we spent a lot of time on it. So I think it's a safe bet to assume they're still the main characters. 2. Nevermore is, and has always been, a sapphic gothic romance. Montresor is a man. Where is the sense in changing the intent of a story, and likely losing readers in the process, just to appeal to a niche group? 3. As for this niche group of Montresor fans, where? Who are they? And what power do they supposedly have over us to force us to completely change the story to their shadowy whims? Idk if you noticed this but people kind of hate Montresor. He's easily the least liked character in the series. And making him the main character would be maybe the most unpopular decision we could possibly make, so how would that be selling out or making fanservice, if everyone... would hate it? Wouldn't that make it the opposite of fanservice? What is the logic there? 4. As far as I am concerned, Annabel and Lenore are popular with most everybody in the fandom (including people who happen to also like Montresor) on account of them being, once again, the main characters of the story. 5. Annabel got the first flashback, and then Ada, then Prospero, then Eulalie, and Will. I feel like there are enough data points there for most people to be able to see the trajectory of the arc. If you can't, I'm not going to explain it. 6. Related to the above point, do you suppose we've passed over Lenore by accident? Or we just forgot about her? Or is it more likely that we're doing a thing? 7. Y'know, it's always Montresor people make up these moralistic rumors about. I'm sick to death of people being weird about Montresor. Some of you out there really need to learn what a villain is, it's frankly wild how much confusion there seems to be around this concept. 8. This rumor smacks of "you don't actually care about the sapphics" but I regret to inform you that Flynn and I are both sapphics. And worse, we're sapphic together. Kinda shoots that idea out of the water. 9. Is this because everyone is mad they haven't kissed yet? Because this is still the same slowburn you read last season. I don't know why anyone thought there'd be a kiss like ten panels into the new season. 10. If I seem edgy, it's because it's pretty insulting to imply that we just do whatever readers tell us to do when it comes to creating the story. We really put our hearts into this series, and our plans for the plot will not change, no matter what y'all say or do. We do not crowdsource our art. And if we did, it would be pretty empty. Thanks for your question, I hope I cleared things up. <3

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lyricwritesprose · 3 days ago

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"Karim?" Joey says very quietly. We're both pretending to use the library computers. Neither of us are. We're here because it's fucking freezing out there and it's warm in here, and the librarians are pretty good about not throwing anyone out unless they're making noise or causing trouble. Freezing doesn't matter to me but I worry about Joey, he's got things going on that turn his self-care skills into pure shit.

"Yeah?" I say, just as quietly.

"Need a reality check."

Yeah, that's one of the things that's going on. Joey gets more or less anchored depending on the day. "Go ahead," I say.

"Thought I saw you fly off yesterday." Joey frowns. "Yesterday? Maybe Monday. Shit, what day is it?"

It's a fast struggle but a surprisingly difficult one. I don't like life on the street any more than the rest of us, but Seriously Bad Things could happen if my real name gets out. I could just lie to Joey. He'd believe me. It might not even bother him that much. He's hallucinated before. All I'd have to do…

Is lie to him about the state of his own brain.

Yeah. No. "Yeah, you saw that."

Joey thinks about this for a moment. He's scrambled at times but nobody ever said he was dumb. He's got a degree in astronomy. Planets sometimes talk to him but when he's on top of his game, he's sharp. "Shit."

"I'd like it not to get around."

"Why the hell not? You could be a star!"

"I could also be an experimental subject or a guy whose family is strapped to a big machine with a laser pointed at them. Prefer to avoid."

"Yeah, but—but why stay here?"

"Same as everyone else, I'm dead broke. Look, even if it weren't for ADHD issues it is really hard to hold down a job when you might have to disappear at any given second to save someone's life. You know? And I won't take money from my sister, she's barely scraping by already." And has mixed feelings about me ever since I terrorized her nasty piece of work ex, since she's bright enough to figure out that I couldn't have done that without some sort of power.

"I guess you can't just rob a bank," Joey muses. "I mean, I guess you could, but—"

I sigh. "The truth is, if some costume figures out how to do that without violence, I usually give 'em a lecture and let 'em go. Just because I won't do it doesn't mean I don't get it. Way I see it, I'm here to protect people, not things."

Joey nods. "Seems like there should be ways you could make life easier for yourself, though."

"Mm. Sometimes. There are some ways it is easier. I don't feel the cold and I don't feel the heat, that's something."

"Lucky motherfucker," Joey says without rancor.

"And, well, you've probably noticed. That things do tend to happen to those bullshit benches."

I see the start of a smile on his face. "The ones you can't lie down on."

"Yeah, those. The dividers get ripped out eventually and nobody knows how, you know? Honestly it's a stupid idea anyway, even if it wasn't for us, who wants a bench where you can't even sit next to your date? A bench where you can't sit next to someone is called a fuckin' chair, and what sort of bitch goes to city hall and says, "I'd like to install a park chair?" Who's ever heard of a park chair? Dumbfucks."

Joey nods in perfect understanding. Then he says, a little hesitantly, "You know the Golden Tomato?"

"I couldn't afford that kind of yuppie food even when I had a place, but yeah, I know it."

"They've put spikes out front. Like, little nubbles in the concrete so people can't sit down under their awning."

I think about this. On the one hand, I've got to be very careful about the favors I do, but this is a good cause…

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if something happens to those, but, Joey? Really keep it under your hat."

"Even if I wanted to tell, nobody believes a schizophrenic," Joey pointed out. "Especially one with the twitches. Fucking bitch doctors." Tardive dyskinesia virtually always happens because some son of a bitch screws up on dosage, and—as Joey can tell you—it's also an instant ticket out of a job interview.

There are reasons I look out for Joey. Beyond, you know. Liking him. Kind of useless as fuck anyway, liking him, I'm ninety-nine percent certain he's straight, but it would take a real shitful asshole to drop a friend just because I'm never going to get in his pants. We've got each other's backs, that's what's important.

"I worry a lot about people getting scooped up and questioned," I admit. I could probably stand to talk to a psychologist about it, actually, but…who? "Don't worry about it. I trust you."

And I will probably never admit to Joey exactly how much that took to say.

You're a superhero. While in your suit, you're beloved by the city, but outside of it? You're a homeless man, unable to get a job nor pay rent because of your duties.

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iamfuckingsorry · 1 day ago

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so i really didn't like fugitive telemetry nearly as much as the rest of the series on my first listen, in part because i spent a big chunk of it confused about what the hell i missed because i was listening to it in publishing order, and in part because mb spends a great deal of it feeling super uncomfortable about basically everything

but i'm listening to it again now and i can really see why people seem to like it.

mb's really struggling with its identity in this one oh god. it knows it's a secunit it wants to be a secunit it is not a human or a bot or anything else and it does not want to be treated as anything else but what it is. but it also. fucking hates being treated as a secunit. and it's especially bad because so many of the people on preservation are trying to be nice about it, like there's several instances of people going "oh hi--- oh wait fuck the feed id says secunit oh shit it's the secunit--- wait no calm tf down it has rights yeah i know it's scary af but you still need to treat it like a person oh god okay let's be weirdly polite and pretend you're not scared" and mb clearly hates that immediate reaction to what it is, but it seems to hate people forcing themselves to be aggressively polite around it just as much, because at least that immediate reaction is what it's used to

ah mb both wanting to be equal and being horribly freaked out by the idea of being equal because equal means human and the idea of being human is so incredibly gross will never stop being entertaining (and very very relatable)

pin lee is also just so aggressively in mb's corner, she doesn't really play /that/ big of a role in the book but she's 100% fighting for mb basically from the moment it comes back to save mensah in exit strategy, and here mb just needs to be like "ew i don't wanna do that" and pin lee feels like she would fucking. kill someone. to make sure mb doesn't need to do things it doesn't wanna do. can i also get a pin lee please.

also the bit where mb talks about people seeing it on tv or something? i can't remember if it's the documentary or if it maybe comes up in another context but there's definitely a part where mb talks about how it wouldn't mind that actually. and knowing what happens later on i'm just like. ahhhh foreshadowing!! nice!!

and it gets to do proper secunit stuff! it's so happy about it, like "yes i liked this plan better. partially because it was a better plan but also because it was a secunit plan, not a combatunit plan". like i know we all (me included) wonder if/what kind of sexual abuse mb's been through the way it reacts to maybe being percieved as a sexbot and stuff, but it also clearly doesn't want to be perceived as any other kind of construct either. it's not a comfortunit, it's not a combatunit, it's a secunit goddamnit (insert bones "im a doctor not an ---" gif here)

and the way it just. doesn't understand the preservation bots at all. jollybaby probably thinks it's being all cute and friendly including and mb just finds it. annoying. the other bots are a variety of genuinely friendly and lowkey an ass but doing the same Nice and Polite thing that some of the preservation humans do to it, and mb feels all sorts of ways about it, like if all of them are playing some kind of weird game where they roleplay as happy content bots even though they couldn't possibly be since they're not really free

and its relationship with indah, and the way it goes from "ugh i hate this human" (because said human is very much treating it like a dangerous murder weapon, very fair reaction) to "ugh i still don't like this human but i wouldn't necessarily /hate/ having to work with her again" (because said human has actually started to realize that secunit 1. fucking loves saving people is just can't help itself, 2. is actually fucking amazing at its job, and 3. maybe really does deserve to be treated like a person)... like they're not friends by the end of it but they're much, much closer to something like coworkers who don't work the same way but are generally fairly okay with each other. god it just can't fucking help making some kind of connection with humans can it

anyway i dunno where i was going with this, my memory is too shit to actually pull up any specific examples and i'm all just about vibes, but it's just like

good book actually

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Codename: Bunny

Chapter Two

Summary: The world thinks Oscar Piastri is dead. Oscar Piastri thinks Oscar Piastri is dead. Now ex-Mafia, he finds himself hiding out in Melbourne. But Mark Webber pulls him back in, all to protect his niece from an anonymous threat on her life.

The niece that wants nothing to do with him. The niece that tried to kill him the first time they met. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Guns, death (not really), blood, knives, stalking

A/N: Bunny girl is autistic but i'm not stating it outright in my writing (projecting rn)

Hey Bunny.

Her hand wrapped around the handle of her knife, her nails decorated with delicate blueberries. Her other hand was against his neck, pressed against his pulse point.

It would have been so satisfying to feel his pulse spike with fear. Any other man would have let their fear take over. But not Oscar.

He was perfectly calm, and she hated it. That was nearly enough to drive her knife into his neck.

Her uncle calling her name saved Oscar's life that day.

Pocketing the knife, Y/N Webber stepped away from Oscar. She slipped her knife into the hidden leather sheath she'd attached to her skirt and stepped away from him.

“No,” she said to Mark, the first thing she'd said since she entered the room.

Mark didn't answer her. He didn't ask what she meant by ‘no’, instead asking his own question. “Where's Logan?”

“On his way,” she said quickly and pointed a manicured finger at Oscar. “I don't want him anywhere near me.”

Oscar took his hands from his pocket and leaned forward. With his hands free, he could grab her wrist if she went for her knife. “Why? Because I won't put up with your bullshit?”

Y/N released something inhuman from her throat, something like a growl. As much as she hated him, he was right.

All those years ago, when Oscar was just a rookie in the Webber Family, the first time he looked over her, he had been stern. He had escorted her everywhere, hadn't let her do anything fun.

Not like Logan, who was a pushover. With Logan, all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and wear a pout. After that, Logan agreed to anything.

Oscar wouldn't have let her go to any of the parties she attended with Logan. He wouldn't have sat in a bar with her, taking her home when she was a giggly mess.

Oscar would have forced her to sit in her apartment. Last time that happened, most of the knives in the apartment were in front of him, being protected from her. He didn't know about the pink one back then, not until it was lodged into the wall beside his head and blood from his ear was dripping onto his shirt.

Seeing the scar on his ear was so damn satisfying.

“Y/N,” Mark began, but she shook her head.

“No, Mark! I don't want to be babysat by him!” She insisted.

Just as bratty as Oscar remembered her to be.

A sigh left Mark's lips as he leaned forward. “Sweetheart, it's not babysitting,” he said as she folded her arms over her chest. “I need someone I trust to protect you, someone I know can take care of you.”

He said it so gently, so sweetly, she dropped her arms. Just his niece, but she might as well have been his daughter. The only family he had left in the world, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep her safe.

“I don't understand why Logan can't keep protecting me,” she mumbled, actually sounding kind of sweet.

“He's being reassigned,” Mark answered. “I need you to trust me.”

She rubbed her eyes and nodded her head. “Okay,” she said finally. “Let me say goodbye to Logan.”

Mark nodded and she turned around. Oscar watched her go, marching out of the office and down the hall. “Are you sure that's a good idea?” He asked and Mark shrugged his shoulders.

“She knows she'll be in trouble if she doesn't come back,” Mark answered and lounged back in his chair, posture relaxed. “You'll be paid handsomely for this,” he continued. “And as soon as the threat is located and dealt with, you'll be free to go back to your normal life.”

“I should get my stuff from my apartment,” he said.

Mark released a laugh. “I'll have stuff sent to her apartment for you.”

Oh yeah, he would be living with her. In her apartment, sleeping on that lumpy sofa. She insisted that the lumps were just right to be comfortable, but Oscar's neck and back disagreed.

“Does she still have that cat?”

“Pistachio?” Mark asked and Oscar nodded. “Yeah, he's still around.”

“Good to know,” Oscar mumbled and scratched at his wrist. Admittedly, he didn't know what to do now. Y/N had disappeared out of the office, so he was left waiting.

What if she doesn't come back?

But then the door opened.

A familiar face, dressed in a pristine suit, strode into the office. He looked at Mark, looked at Oscar, and a smile graced his features. “Good to see you, man,” Logan said quietly and led her into the office.

Her breath was shaking as she held onto Logan, unwilling to let him go. “Logan,” Mark said and nodded towards him.

Her grip was still tight as Logan fished his car keys from his pocket. He placed them on the desk and used his other hand to get her off of him. The sweet words left his lips, the whole scene feeling too intimate for onlookers.

The way Logan called her ‘baby’, the way he brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead. He really, truly cared for her, Oscar realised.

“Where am I being reassigned to?” Logan asked as he finally got out of her boa constrictor hold.

Mark picked up the keys in front of him. “We'll discuss it later,” he said, the keys dangling from his finger. “Oscar, these are for you.” He held the keys out and Oscar took them. “Don't let her drive.”

His eyebrows went up. “Weren't you learning to drive last time I saw you?” He asked her.

She glared at him. A vicious glare he knew so well. He hadn't exactly missed it when working for The Norris Family, The Sainz Family. But it was good to see it, good to know she still had it in her to glare daggers at him.

“I can drive,” she spat through clenched teeth.

“Don't let her drive,” Logan reiterated.

Oscar looked at the keys in his hand. “Don't let her drive, got it,” he said and shoved them into his pocket.

With something between a growl and a groan, she marched out of the office and slammed the door shut behind her.

One look from Mark and Oscar was following her. “Hey,” he called, speeding up to chase her. He wasn't going to run, though. No way in hell was he running after her. He called her name, but she was down the stairs and making her way to the front door.

“Make sure she can't get off of the property without me,” Oscar said to one of the men at the door. He nodded, wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost (in some ways, he had).

Oscar walked out through the doors. His eyes scanned the courtyard, moved over the fountain, over the cars, and towards the gate.

The heavily fortified gates. His command had gotten to the men on the property, evident by the way she argued with the man in front of the gate. Her shout carried across the courtyard, back to the house. When she called him an asshole and stomped her foot, Oscar bit back a grin.

Arms folded over her chest, she reluctantly made her way back towards Oscar. Her glare was fixed on him as she stomped, wearing her black trainers.

“I want to go home,” she spat and held her hand out for the car keys.

Oscar pulled the keys from his pocket. “What's your address?” He asked and pressed the button on the keys. He looked all of the cars parked outside of the house, searching for the quick flashes of light.

A shitty, little Fiat, one he didn't want to drive. Her car, clearly. Oscar waited for her response, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Folding her arms over her chest, she turned away from him and raised a chin. “Fine,” he said. “I'm gonna wait in the car.”

Oscar left her by the house. He strode towards the car, feeling out of place in his shorts and hoodie. Even more out of place when he climbed into the driver's seat of the little Fiat.

For ten minutes, he sat there. To her credit, she was stubborn. The girl Oscar left behind would have given up by now, would have climbed into the car, her body turned away from him as he drove her home.

Home, where she wanted to be. But not if Oscar was the one driving.

After those ten minutes, she made her way towards the car. Her arms were crossed over her chest, but she looked embarrassed instead of angry. Her glare wasn't all there as she pulled open the passenger side door and climbed in.

Silently, Oscar put the car into gear and drove away from the house. The gate swung open for the tiny little car, letting them through.

“You're gonna have to tell me where I'm going, Y/N,” he said. Still calm, but Oscar always had been with her. It didn't matter what she did, how angry she got, he was always calm. It usually made her angrier.

The address was muttered under her breath. The same place she had lived the last time Oscar protected her (protected was a strong word. He preferred ‘babysitting’). As nice as the apartment was, Oscar expected more.

“Thought you wanted to go to school,” he mumbled.

She perked up at that and pushed herself away from the window. “You remembered that?” She asked and Oscar nodded his head.

Y/N settled back down in her seat, but she wasn't turned away from him and her head wasn't against the window anymore. “I'm at school,” she muttered, eyes still on him. It was the longest she'd looked at him all day. “Fashion school.”

Just like she had always dreamed.

“Congratulations,” he said, his voice nothing more than a mutter. Her apartment was just around the corner. “I know that's what you always wanted.”

The two more minutes they were in the car was spent in silence. Oscar pulled into his old parking space and killed the engine.

Locking the car, he followed her into the apartment. Oscar's eyes scanned every door they passed, every entrance and exit, every window, everything.

Safe, for now.

Oscar faced the hall as she pushed open the door. Nobody exited the apartments sandwiching her own. Nobody walked down the hall.

Oscar followed her into the apartment and pushed the door shut. He worked on all of the locks while she dropped her keys onto the kitchen counter.

“Oh my God.” Oscar looked around at the mess that was her apartment.

Dishes everywhere. Mugs on the side, plates with a little bit of food still on them, and cutlery piled into a dirty bowl. Clothes all over the floor, fabrics thrown over the rug on the floor. The bin was overflowing with wrappers and the litter box was gross.

Logan let her live like this?

Oscar never would have let it get this bad. That was part of the reason he had the scar on his ear. Because he made her clean up after herself.

Back then he didn't understand. He didn't understand why everything was a struggle back then. She had her good days, where she was actually kind of sweet. But she had her bad days. Days where every little thing got to her. Days where she needed a patient hand, but Oscar didn't know to give that to her.

Something brushed up against his leg. Oscar looked down at the white cat with brown spots. He had bright blue eyes, too.

“Hey, Piss,” he whispered and leaned down to stroke his hand through his fur. Pistachio purred and turned around to brush the other side of his body against Oscar's leg. “We've got our work cut out for us.”

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The life you left behind

4/3: Discoveries and chaos, but also decisions

part1 part2 part3

Summary: You see a man following you and your son, but that's all it is. What does your alleged stalker really think? Also, chaos erupts in the Wayne family.

Warning: stalking, mention of death.

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Lately, you've felt like someone's been watching you, not just you but your son as well. But that wasn't the strange thing. You lived in Gotham, so this kind of thing wasn't surprising. What was really strange was that he didn't do anything. He didn't threaten you. You didn't expect me to let my guard down to hurt you and your son, nothing.

All of this happened after the encounter with Red Hood, or maybe before; you didn't know for sure.

He just stood there, a few steps away, following you like he was your personal bodyguard, protecting you from reckless danger. Which was weird and frustrating. Why did he do it? Was there a reason for him? Besides, it wasn't like you could face him. You didn't even know what he looked like. Which made the situation worse. He was like a ghost. You couldn't see him, but you could feel him, and it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Every time you wanted to confront him, you turned around. Magically, you couldn't feel his presence anymore, and you only saw people passing by, but you knew it wasn't any of them. Another was that when you turned a corner, you stood there, hoping that when he turned around, he'd immediately run into you. But that didn't happen either, since either someone passed by and went the other way, or no one turned the corner with you.

But you knew he was there, and you could prove it. One of those cases was when you were at the store with your son, Peter. You were trying to reach the 8-roll pack of toilet paper because you were out of stock. For some stupid reason, the workers thought it was a good idea to put those packs on the highest shelves where only Superman could reach them. In any case while you were trying to catch up with him, Peter kept running from one side to the other, which made your hair stand on end since you couldn't do two things at once, so when Peter turned the corner to go to the other aisle, without hesitation you followed him forgetting the package of paper and your cart with your purchases, when you returned to Peter who was reluctantly contrasting you with the surprise of the paper was in the cart and not on the high shelf that you couldn't reach, when you approached you were also surprised by the fact that there were also other things you needed but you hadn't put them in the cart yet along with a few dollars to pay, that was certainly strange and for some reason you knew it had been him.

Another case was when you were reading a book to your son in his room, Peter was lying in bed ready to sleep with his Wonder Woman stuffed animal while you were sitting next to him reading, for some reason you looked up at the window for a moment, but it was just when you saw a nest of black hair with eyes that you didn't know if they were blue-green or neon green, in any case you screamed like a crazy woman while the man's eyes opened and the sound of hurried footsteps fleeing down the fire stairs was heard, you remember running to see if you could see him, but to your surprise and horror you saw nothing, at first you thought it was your downstairs neighbor, but he was blond, not black-haired, because you reinforced the security of the windows and closed the curtains, and why not go to the police, you're easily in Gotham, don't be surprised. And how did you know it was a man and not a woman? No idea, but you had the idea it was a man. I don't want to be prejudiced, but there was something that definitely told you it was a man.

But you quickly realized it wasn't dangerous—well, not for you or your son, but for others, and here are some other examples.

There was once a time when your neighbor Frank's friend who lived downstairs moved in with him because his girlfriend kicked him out, God knows why, but you thought it was because of his personality. He wouldn't stop insulting his ex-girlfriend for kicking him out just because she slept with his mother. When you heard it for the first time, it horrified you and left you completely perplexed. You tried to keep your son from getting close to him in any way. He wasn't the example you wanted your son to see of men, but for some reason he wouldn't leave you alone, always cornering you at any moment and making comments that ranged from flirtatious to inappropriate for the general public. You almost cried when your son asked you what they meant. That's what you wanted to avoid, but everything reached a breaking point when he insinuated that he could be a father to your child. No, absolutely not, you told him bluntly, which he didn't like and he got a little violent but you managed. You easily escaped and ran away, the next day your neighbor Frank was at your door apologizing for him and saying that his friend would be moving out at the end of the day, that he would never show up again, which made you completely relieved, but then he said something that left you puzzled but at the same time confirmed your assumptions.

"Hey, could you tell your boyfriend that since my friend is leaving, there's no need to come back into my apartment or say anything about the drugs?" Frank looked nervous, tired, and very scared, but you could only blink at what he said.

"What?" you said after a while, puzzled about your supposed boyfriend and some drugs.

"I mean, if I had known you had a boyfriend the size of a mountain, I wouldn't have let anything happen. I swear, please don't say anything about the drugs." You could see Frank rambling on about the drugs and your supposedly terrifying boyfriend the size of Texas, but you just stared at him, perplexed.

Then you found out his friend had a broken rib and both his right arm and leg were in casts, and that was just one of the cases.

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Jason hated being in the mansion, maybe not as much as before, but he still didn't like it very much. That's why when Dick asked him if he wanted to help organize some things, he said no. But when Alfred told him to come and that he would give him some of his delicious cookies as a reward, he didn't hesitate for a minute.

In any case, he was there, in his adoptive father's office, helping with his brothers to organize the mess he had.

"For someone who dresses as a bat at night and solves cases, this place is a mess." Jason could see the boxes full of messy papers waiting to be opened and organized.

"Unfortunately, there was a time when Master Bruce neglected his responsibilities; this is just the result of that carelessness." Alfred was standing by the door with a glass of juice for one of the roommates.

"Father, this isn't the kind of carelessness the world's greatest detective should have." Damian was sitting in Bruce's office chair, with Alfred the cat lying on his lap as if he belonged there.

"I have to say I'm not proud of this mess." Bruce was sitting on the floor with a pile of papers and boxes around him, stuffing some papers into a box and sorting through other papers to see what was inside.

"Anyway, how did this mess come about?" Dick was standing right next to Bruce, with the same mess around him, doing the same thing Bruce was doing.

"Well, Master Dick, first it was when he was just starting out as Batman that he left some responsibilities behind, then it was his adoption, and finally the death of Master Jason." There was a moment of silence for that last bit of information. Jason remained silent as he continued organizing papers while the others looked at each other, knowing that this subject was somewhat delicate.

Seeing the silence growing and the tension rising, Bruce was the next to speak.

"Anyway, I appreciate you coming to help me with this, knowing you might have had something better to do."

"Hey, don't worry, B. We didn't have anything better to do, right guys?" Dick turned to look at his brothers.

"Yes, I do." "Me too." "Of course."

"Oh, please." Dick looked at the three of them as he spoke. "What did you have to do?"

"Finish a case." Tim was the first to speak, but Alfred quickly silenced him.

"I remind you, Tim, that you needed to take a break from those activities; too much of it isn't good for your health." Alfred handed Tim an iced tea while scolding him for not getting enough sleep.

"Practice." Damien was the second to speak, but he wasn't spared either.

"Damian, we already talked about that. No practicing after lunch," Bruce gently reprimanded his son as he continued sorting papers.

"But, Father," "No, Damian, I already said no." Damian just crossed his arms and grumbled.

"And you, Jason?" Dick looked back at his second-born brother.

"Checking on Peter and his mom," Jason shrugged as he closed one box and reached for another to open it.

"So, being a stalker," Tim said, sipping on his iced tea.

"Look who's talking, replacement. Between you and me, you're the stalker. I'm just checking on them." Jason pulled a stack of unopened letters out of the box and laid them on the floor.

"That's still stalking. Just because you change the name to something more aesthetically pleasing doesn't mean it's not the same." Tim quickly dodged the box that was headed for his head.

"Guys, guys, don't get carried away." Dick raised his arms in a gesture of peace to calm the atmosphere.

"And what else do you want me to do in place of yours? It's not like I can just show up at her door and say, 'Hey, remember me? I was the man you thought was dead and the father of your child. How have you been?' She's going to call the police." Jason snorted as he looked at the cards in his hand, sorting them out one by one for organization.

"Also, considering you don't physically resemble the boy you were when you were 15." Like Jason, Damian sorted the cards out one by one.

Everyone knew Damian was right. Jason no longer physically resembled the child he once was. Thanks to the Lazarus Pit, if he approached you, you'd probably be scared stiff.

Jason couldn't help but remember the time you saw him that night. You screamed loudly and scared while you watched him through his son's bedroom window. He didn't mean to. He got distracted and scared you stiff. Now, every time he went to check on you, The curtains were closed, and he couldn't see them now, which frustrated him greatly.

He also didn't forget that idiot who assumed you were Peter's father figure. He has to say he saw green after that. That idiot was sexually harassing you so blatantly, right in front of his son. He had no shame, but thank God he took care of it. That idiot had no right to do any of that, nor to flirt with you like that and insinuate that he was Peter's father. Peter was his son, he had that right, not him. He wasn't the father, he was…

Jason was Peter's father… But how could he be a father if not even Peter knew of his existence? Neither of you knew he was alive, and that he knew about you, that he could be in your lives, but not even that… Maybe it was fear? That you'd be angry with him? That you wouldn't stop seeing Peter? No, it wasn't that… It was fear of getting you involved… getting you involved in a life you didn't want, of taking away the peace and quiet you had because of the selfishness of being in their lives. And worst of all, if you and Peter started to hate him because of it, maybe it would ruin Peter. Maybe he wouldn't be a great father, he wouldn't be a good father, he wouldn't be…

Jason stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the letter in his hand.

Your name was written on the letter.

Jason quickly opened the letter and began to read.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bruce. I hope these words find you in a moment of reflection and calm. I'm writing to you with a mixture of fear and determination. Before I tell you what I want to tell you, I want you to know that my heart is beating with news that could change everything. I'd like you to know that I'm pregnant with Jason's baby (No, this isn't a joke). I know this may come as a shock to you, and I understand. The truth is, I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I'm worried about the baby's future and how I'm going to take care of it, or if I'd even want to take care of it at all. I'm still undecided. I want us to be able to talk about what's happening. I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them all. Even if you don't believe me, I'll do everything to prove it's true. I just want to talk. I'm not asking for anything more, I just don't know what to do.

With all due respect.

(Your name)"

Jason's color has drained. This can't be real. You had written to Bruce and told him about the baby. Jason looked at the other cards. Some of them also had your name, your fucking name. Jason thought he was going to faint, he started to tense up.

"Master Jason, are you okay?" Alfred approached Jason while he just tensed up.

"Jason?" Everyone turned to look at Jason, while he just stood there.

Everyone was surprised when Jason suddenly stood up and walked over to Bruce, standing in front of him.

"Jason?…!!!!!" Bruce was surprised when Jason grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. By this point, everyone had already stood up, disturbed by Jason's outburst.

"You old idiot, what does this mean?" Jason flashed the cards in Bruce's face. Bruce could only open his eyes and skim the card.

"Jason, what's wrong?" Dick tried to grab Jason's shoulder, but was quickly pushed away.

"Dick, this is what's going on." Jason let go of Bruce and flashed the card in Bruce's face, surprising Dick.

"Because of this fucking mess and his carelessness, he didn't know she was pregnant. For God's sake, Dick, do you know what that means?" Jason began to speak louder, as he handed the letter to Dick, who, along with Tim, read it as they lost their color, turning into ghosts.

"She told him about the pregnancy, but he didn't even take the time to read it," Jason began to shout at this point.

"Jason, I swear I didn't know," Bruce tried to speak, but was quickly silenced by Jason.

"Oh, of course you didn't know. Do you have any idea how she must have felt when you didn't answer? How scared she must have been? That you might have thought she was a liar? Crazy, even?" Jason began to push Bruce while pointing out his mistake.

"Jason, please calm down." Dick grabbed Jason, pushing him away from Bruce. Bruce was holding his head with one hand while the other held him so he wouldn't faint.

"Calm down? Calm down? For God's sake, Dick, Bruce could have helped her, so she wouldn't have to be alone, or I don't know, do something else."

"You don't know that, Jason," Tim shouted so Jason could hear him.

"I don't know! Both you and Bruce are up to your necks in money, and you're going to tell me Bruce wouldn't have helped her?"

"Todd, that's not what Drake meant."

"Then what did he mean? Because that didn't sound like anything else to me."

"Jason, I think you should calm down before you say something you'll regret."

"Fuck you, Dick," Jason shouted as he walked loudly to the door, leaving the office and leaving the others in the office.

Jason just walked toward a place he knew would calm him down.

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Jason was in the cafeteria across from his son's kindergarten. It was almost dismissal time, and Jason was hoping to see his son.

"Can I sit here?" Jason looked up from the window at his father and nodded, while Bruce sat across from him, also facing the window.

"So this is it, right?" Jason nodded again without looking at Bruce.

"Jason, I…" Bruce paused for a moment to speak.

"When you died, I didn't want to know anything else." Jason turned to look at his father.

"I was lost. I got away from everything. I didn't know how to navigate properly, and because of that, I couldn't understand what was going on around me." Bruce turned to look at his son.

"It's not your fault," Jason sighed as he lay down on the cafeteria table.

"You were grieving at the time… it's not your fault, you had the right to be that way." Jason sighed again, but Bruce didn't speak, encouraging him to keep talking.

"I don't know what to do. I just met my son and… everything is new to me, I don't really know what to do, and I don't want to ruin it." I don't want to be a bad father. Those were words left unspoken but perfectly understood.

"I know how you feel," Jason turned to look into Bruce's eyes. "I didn't meet Damian until he was several years old. And at first, I felt the same as you. I felt lost and didn't know what to do."

"How did you do it?"

"Well, at first it was difficult. But Dick and Alfred helped me a lot. They taught me to be patient and understand his needs."

"And now Damian is more open and less violent. I realized I wasn't alone, thanks to them."

"I feel like I'm not capable of doing the same." I'm afraid of ruining it for him and his mother." Jason rubbed his eyes as he looked down.

"Jason, you're not going to ruin it. You're going to learn and grow with them. And you're not alone. I'm here to help you, and your siblings can be a big help too. The most important thing is that you don't give up; you'll do great. Be patient with yourself, with your son, and with his mother. And if you remember that love and dedication are what matter most, then you'll do well." Bruce puts a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Jason, no one is ready to be a father. But what matters is that you're willing to learn and do what's best for your child." Bruce smiles as he turns toward the window.

"Besides, don't you think they deserve to decide if they want you in their lives?" Jason turns to see his son being carried by you as the two of you smile at them. He watches as you kiss your son on the forehead and hug him tightly.

"Yes, you're right. Thanks, Dad." Bruce just smiles.

"You're welcome, son." The two of you watch as you walk off with your son safely toward your apartment, while Jason has a look of determination.

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I have to thank @1abi because his comment on my 3rd post immediately gave me an idea and I literally wrote all of this today, thank you very much.

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rainbowdrop · 7 hours ago

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Ok since I love some JJ content and this idea was stuck in here(🧠) for a while... Well... I did- something- (something being a 2k word first part fic)

I don't know if I will extend on this or really do anything more... But oh well I already write at least this so- ehr.. hope you like it-!

(take in mind this isn't my normal do thing- so it surely had mistakes, not only in the canon aspect of things but also in the writing over all (and also also English isn't my first language so- so yeah take that in mind)

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Ok- Tim never saw himself as a hero alright? He idolizes them and he follows them through news and forums or more… let’s say active ways *cough *cough "bird watching" but he never thought that he would ever be one of them… not even when this idea first came. Because back then it wasn't about how he felt or what he wanted to become... He was just done really- just as done as probably the whole Gotham, but that night- that night, what he saw, how easily was for him- no- for that thing- to just tear apart the whole life of someone, and still left them to life, and seeing him smile and laught- all that- just to see the pain in other not even in her he did all of this to hurt someone who was close to Batman- and he- he just saw- saw paralyzed in fear and horror as Joker shoot Barbara Gordon-

He- he wasn't supposed to be here- watch that- he was just following Batman that night, but he lose him, and when he finally managed to knew where he probably was going but it was to late and to far away to get there and it was just pointless to try (he knew, he tried) and even of not for that, it make news that there was a breakout, and not of just anyone but the Joker- and being honest here- even he knew it wasn't worth being out just for a few good shoots, so he was going back, he swear he was going home-! But- but he saw something when he was moving in between buildings- because as someone who knows how to hide- he knows how to look for people trying to hide- so he could barely make out a dark figure just going trought the other side of the street-

And ok- yes, it was kind of dumb to see what that shadow figure was doing there because well- Gotham- but- But- maybe he didn't need to get to close... He could even take some evidence and maybe send it anonymously to the police station as he does sometimes...

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He didn't know when he started running, he didn't register when he got to his room, he didnt feel as he closed everything and when he land in the bed or when his eyes got not blurry of the tears... He just didn't knew much of that night after he saw that... The only thing that he was sure of it's that he couldn't go to sleep at all, and that everytime his body told him to sleep and he tried to close his eyes he just saw Barbara Gordon (Batgirl no- no she won't be that anymore- not anymore- she couldn't because- because Joker-) and the image was just as vivid as if it was just Infront of him...

He didn't go to school the next day- and he probably wouldn't have go the next days if it wasn't because that happened a Thursday so he just los a Friday and he had Saturday and sunday- bit really does days he could barely move- he just eat something because Mrs. Mac came Saturday morning to bring the groceries and make some food for the next few days and she made him eat something... He could barely hold himself enought to pass the food that just felt like disgusting slime in his mouth- Mrs Mac the oblivious angel that she was didn't notice- or didn't ask about his behavior and was soon out of the house in the late afternoon.

Monday morning just a bit better (better enought to force himself to go to school... He still couldn't stomach much, barely a piece of bread and water since Mrs Mac visit-) he was a bit late for school, but he manages to pull through and even give an excuse for his absence in friday- he was still pretty much out of it tought, so for the rest of the day he was barely paying any attention in class... His mind thankfully numb of it all that it didn't bring any explicit memories of that night... It was just not there. And even in the night, his body didn't much of wanted to go out.. he knew that the Joker was again in the Asylum (it was the second thing he did after Mrs. Mac force him to eat something) and- and rationally he knew that he could go out again... But he just couldn't- not with that image staying and reappearing each time he tought about it si- so no he wouldn't go out- not in the foreseeable future.

And he did- he didn't go out for half of the month, he didn't saw as much as news as he normally did and he didn't even check on the forums as much- because yes- of course he saw the brutality of this city the brutality of the Joker- but it was different it was totally different to be there to watch and even hear what happen that day, he saw the blood saw the bullet go trought skin and probably (surely) bones and hear that agonizing scream even a street afamfar from it, and seeing that smile for bigger even then, seeing the actual monster... It was different, and he couldn't see- couldn't dare to see the news and imagine the sounds and the scream and the blood-so he just didn't... For a while- for a while he didn't, until his brain make him need to know what happened- to- to know- did- did Joker killed batgirl-? Killed Barbara Gordon-? Because yes he was there, and he probably technically saw what happened that night- but after that first shot and that first scream... His mind won't bring anything else.. he just say how Barbara fall and bleed and scream- but then the next thing he remembers after that was just him being in his room- So after those two weeks he needed to search what happened- so he forced his fingers to search for Barbara Gordon-

....

He just looked at the screen- he didn't notice, but Tim was starting to hold his phone so hard that it was turning white, and his hand was trembling and and he threw his phone to the wall (he needed to buy a new one for sure) Barbara Gordon- she was (she is is is- because she is alive she is at least alive-) she is- paralyzed... Paralyzed... She- she couldn't be Batgirl anymore... Joker- Joker took that from her... Joker destroyed that forever from her... And Joker was just let to live... (In Arkham but that's for now because even Batman knew that it was just for now it was always just for now) And then he would be free again.. and do more damage to more people- as he always does as he always will do- because Batman would never kill him- because he would never be like them he wouldn't just become like them- he wouldn't cross that line...

But- someone needed to do something- do something that really did anything to at least stop Joker's plans- to stop the number of victims to grow- but- but how-? Arkham wasn't an option... Didn't matter if just to contain him or treat him... Someone like him just wasn't insane.. he was like that just because. Tim made his research and he knew that at least the joker didn't qualify as an inestable person that just didn't know what his desicions make- no Joker knew what he was doing and he knows that it hurt people.. he just does it to enjoy and to "play" with Batman... (And besides who made that first report of Joker counting as and insane person who couldn't be accountable for his actions was Harleen Quinzel aka future Harley Queen, that was almost for sure manipulate from Joker to become her "sidekick" so Tim was pretty sure that statement is fake or at least based in false information) but bringing this information wouldn't do much, everyone knew that the system didn't work for the people, but for the villains that hold the money and the power above everyone... So the justice system was also a no... Batman could stop him but when it was to late... If just someone could inform the plans.. could knew what would happen even before they could be public knowledge.. then maybe they could be stopped even before really damage could be done... But how...? Or even better who?

...

Tim took a few steps back as he turn around to look at his clock... Welp there goes another night with barely sleep.. but as he looked at his board full of threads (yes a bit cliche but it really make the word to put his tought into actual coherent things and not just a mess of thoughts) he make a kind of coherent plan... First the best option for the joker to be stopped (without the killing thing- because he now understand the filly extension of what that implied when he saw Barbara fall... He didn't think he could pull that off even to that monster without hearing Gordon's scream of pain of horror) the best thing was for someone be inside Joker "organization" someone close enought to being keep up of their plans... But after he followed his thoughts, he realized no one in there would be able to do that for him, he tought of buying some of his lackies trust and that they betray the Joker to inform him... But first they probably didn't knew much- probably just getting in the plan mere moments before it was done and second even if it work... If it worked there was a hight chance that Joker would discover them.. and- and he didn't want to be responsible of that hypothetical person dead... His second tought then was someone close to the Joker.. someone kind of usefully to the Joker so that it was harder for the Joker to suspect abou... But really all the closer to him were as crazy or were being manipulate by the man, so he couldn't just buy their secrets...

So it had to be someone new, someone that infiltrated from the start with that objective, bit again he wouldn't just send anyone to what probably was a risky (if not suicidal) mission... But even then he make a list of what this hypothetical infiltrate would need to achieve that... Since he would be closer to Joker and he would need to pass a lot of time with him to first wins his trust and to second do all the job of inform and give clues to Batman or at least the police... It needed to have ton of time and not have that lot of personal relations since they would notice if they were gone for longs period of time (hmm... Just like him, he could easily ask his parents to move him to a digital school and that was it, he didn't have that close of friends .. so he could easily go without much problem.. and he could probably easily make it to his house just once a week when Mrs. Mac came to check on him and his parents didn't really came that often... And when they did they didn't stay for more than a few days-...) that "hypothetical person" should also be able to not be notice, since they should be the responsible to pass the information of the joker to the right people... (He could also do that... He knew tons of secret spaces in all Gotham that not even Batman nor Robin could know since they never saw him... Huh....) And- and there is also the part that really was hard to decide... The risk... Whoever stayed there will be hurt physically and mentally... He didn't want to put anyone near that risk... More when he would be in his parents mansion(where if he was the infiltrate nobody would look for him-) with the allowance of his parents (with wich he could buy tons of resources more people wouldn't be able to-) and- and- he looked around in the empty house... Where nobody- nobody would knew if he was gone... Nobody will be worried... And his parents probably didn't care as much for him if they barely check on him... He could probably disappear for days... Make a simple excuse for Mrs. Mac if he couldn't return for the few hours she was here ... And then... Then he could probably be the one to do it- he wouldn't have to worry he put another person life in risk- he could take it as it was... And he wouldn't worry anyone if something did happen...

He looked and thought of what he would need if he was the one to do it... He was lost in tought when he finally notice the light coming trought his closed curtains... He turned around quickly to his clock and- shoot-! He was late for school- he hurriedly start to make his way to the bathroom to get ready and make sure he didn't look as of he stayed all night awake- once he came from school he could thing this better, bit his mind was already made up- he wouldn't let any of Joker plans happen any more- not of he could do something about it.

(if I ever make a second part here would be the link for you to click)

Joker Jr. AU but a bit different

I have recently seen and read several Tim Drake AU's where he is Joker Jr. They were all really interesting but I noticed how Tim was (obviously since that's like the main trait of the Joker) always insane in these fics, which has given me the following idea: Tim is Joker Jr. but he is not insane and actually purposefully became him to at as a spy.

Hear me out: Little 11/12-year old Timothy was out at night doing some nighttime photography (*cough* batstalking *cough*) when he witnessed the Joker doing something so brutally sick and wrong (Barbara being shot maybe?) that Tim decided that Joker needed to be stopped and it had to happen soon. Somewhere in that thought process it somehow got into his head that he had to do something.

I am sadly not actually smart enough to explain to you how he did it, but Tim tricks the Joker into making him his "son" and into thinking that he is insane. However instead of bringing chaos and harm upon the people of Gotham, Tim is using JJ as a cover to infiltrate the world of Gotham's rogues and send warnings to the police and citizens before attacks so they can be stopped or at least as many people saved as possible.

Another use of Tim pretending to be JJ is, that he can slowly convince Harley to leave the Joker over time and even better: Joker might take him to Ethiopia where Tim saves Jason. Through Jason's vague memories of being rescued in the last second by a child that was with the Joker? the Bat's finally become aware of the fact that Joker has a child (i imagine that they only heard rumours about it before and they kind of brushed it off since the story didn't really add up or some other excuse like that). They are obviously very concerned but when they finally find Tim and expect to meet a traumaticzed child that has become close to insanity, this happens instead:

*Batman and co. dramatically landing on the roof JJ is standing on*

*Tim turning around and starting to wave exitedly when he sees them*: Hi :)! Omg I can't believe I'm meeting you guys, i am a big fan do you need something from me? Information maybe? That would be no problem although you might have to wait a bit if you need like specific info on a rogue because i would have to investigate first and-

Nightwing: Wtf B?! You told me to come from Blud tonight since I am the best of us with children but I wouldn't touch whatever this is with a ten-foot-pole.

Batman (ignoring his son): Hello Timothy (yeah they figured out his identity), we are here to rescue you from the Joker and bring you home to your family.

Tim: Rescue me? Why would you have to rescue me? *whispering to himself* and my parents have found out i'm not at drake manor? I am going to have to check they're travel plans again.

*Bat's sharing a concerned glance*

Jason: I know this is hard to understand for you and you must be so scared, but Joker is very dangerous. We can help you. You are safe now and you don't need to defend him.

*Tim looking at them with a confused Pikachu face*: Ewwww, I would rather drop my camera off a roof than defend the Joker. I think we are having a little misunderstanding right now.

Tim, completly convinced from his Hero's greatness, just assumed that the Bat's knew about his existence, who he was and that he was only pretending to be a rogue. Why wouldn't they? There the best detectives in the world after all!

He then procedes to explain to them how he is literally the perfect spy, since his parents wouldn't even really miss him if he died and he already made contingencies that would assure all the data and evidence he has on people would be automatically deleted.

The Bat's leave that rooftop not only without Tim, but also somehow even more concerned than before.

In conclusion: Give me an AU that is just Tim my sweet-summer child doing the most reckless shit that is somehow atually very helpful for everyone while the Batfam is just desperatly trying and failing to convince Tim that he has no obligation for what he is doing and that his sacrifice would not be worth it (during the many encounters they have, Tim slowly turns out to be the perfect adoption bait and I think we all already know how this is going to end.)

This is literally my first ever tumblr post or post about the batfam so I hope I did this the right way and this was somewhat possible to enjoy. Please tell me if i made any mistakes since english isn't my first language and feel free to write fic's using my idea!

#timothy drake #dcu #dc universe #joker junior #joker jr #tim drake #barbara gordon

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solaris-amethyst · 2 days ago

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🪻Swept Away🪻

✨Pairing: Pokémontrainer!Wooyoung x pokémontrainer!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Wooyoung and his partner visits the Heahea beach every day in hopes of seeing the trainer who swims with their Milotic and perhaps even gain the courage to get in the water to talk to them. ✨Genre: pokémon au, fluff, love at first sight, romance ✨Word count: 6k ☀️Authors note: after Hongjoongs and Seonghwas pokémon one shots it's Wooyoungs turn🥰 I'm really enjoying writing these pokémon one shots as I work on my other series as well💓 If anyone wanna be tagged in the other pokémon one shots as well just let me know and I'll add you to the tag list🫶🏻 🌟Tag list: @hongjoongspoetry

Wooyoung doesn't know when it started.

He doesn’t know when he suddenly incorporated it into his daily routine to walk to one of the beaches in hopes of spotting you swimming in the ocean with your milotic. Perhaps it was that one time he spotted you allowing some kids to pet your beautiful Pokémon or that first time he and meowth spotted you in the far distance, all alone in the ocean just swimming around while laughing with joy?

Either way he knows that he always wants to see you at least once every day if he’s lucky. It makes his heart race every time he sees you even if you’re just a dot in the distance and his partner has so many times teased him for the way he’s absolutely love struck by you. He’s tried to deny it but after the first few times of teasing he gave up.

He’d usually say something like:

“So what?! I’m attracted to beauty and kindness, can you blame me?!” And his partner would just snickers behind her grey paw looking at him with a sly smirk.

He no longer denies his crush on you and his partner have even taken to tease him when she spots you walking around in Konikoni City which often results in him quickly spinning around to walk the other way with cheeks the color of a tomato berry.

Will he ever gain the courage to walk up to you and talk to you?

Honestly Wooyoung doesn’t think that will happen any time soon. Sometimes he ventures out to Heahea beach to mantine surf which is something he really enjoys and to his surprise Meowth seems to love it as well. She always gets excited when he mentions going there and it makes him happy seeing his grey little friend run ahead of him, eager to get to the sea and feel the wind blast through her whiskers and her fur getting wet from the water splashing up at them as they surf.

Wooyoung is also well aware that you’ve watched him from time to time as he surf. The first time he realized you were watching he had ended up falling into the water after going up a particularly big wave. He had felt embarrassed that it happened in front of you but after spotting you smiling and laughing softly to yourself before you swam away holding on to your friend he suddenly didn’t feel so embarrassed because he made you smile and laugh. You had acknowledged him and that meant more to him than he ever thought it would. Though he made sure to never fall again, especially not after Meowth had scolded him, she had not enjoyed falling off the mantine and had let him know through some snarls and hisses as she clung to him so she wouldn’t be swept away by the waves.

"So where should we go today?" Wooyoung mumbles as he walks around Konikoni City, trying to figure out if he should make his way to Heahea beach or if he should perhaps see if him and Meowth should travel to Brooklet Hill or perhaps even visit the Lush Jungle.

"Mreeowwth." His friend points at a map, eagerly pawing at Heahea beach with a knowing smile and Wooyoung feels the tips of his ears grow red.

"You just like to tease me don't you?" He questions and she turns to him with an adorable smile and answers with a nyaaa.

Wooyoung groans and she snickers happily as she turns around and starts walking towards the road that will eventually lead them to the beach and you. Wooyoung has no choice but to follow her and he tries to fight off the smile that starts working itself onto his face. He truly adore his partner so much and sometimes he can't help but think she'd grow tired of him being lovesick while staring off at the distance where you might be but no she seems to enjoy it a lot.

Perhaps she likes romance more than he had given her credit for.

"Wait Meowth! We should get ice cream before we leave." He shouts and his partner turns around quicker than he can blink, her eyes having hearts in them at the mention of getting a treat before going to the beach.

"Mreeoowwth!" She skips up to him and her paw takes his hand dragging him over to the ice cream stand, pawing at the poster for the strawberry ice cream while looking at him with big pleading eyes.

"Hi one cone of strawberry ice cream and another cone with vanilla with caramel sauce on it please." He says chuckling at the enthusiasm his partner is showcasing as she looks on as the vendor fixes her ice cream.

The vendor scoops an extra big scoop for her before he hands it to Wooyoung who thanks him.

"Here you go Meowth." He hands her the ice cream before taking his own after he paid the vendor.

Then the two starts wandering towards the beach. The sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing in a gentle breeze making it feel nice and relaxing as they walk the winding road towards Heahea beach.

At the beach were you, enjoying the warm but cooling water as the sun shone brightly. Floating around in the ocean was one of your favorite past activities.

Just you, the waves and Milotic.

Ever since you had learn to swim at the age of four you had not been able to stop coming to the beach to explore. There was always something to do in the ocean. Look at all the beautiful Pokémon's that existed in the ocean, swim around the coral reefs or even going clam hunting to see if you could find the prettiest shells to add to your growing collection. It had become even better when you at the age of ten had found your partner, but back then she had been a mere feebas.

Some kids on the beach had been bullying her and making fun of her so called "ugly" appearance and had even gone so far to throw rocks at her. And if there was one thing you did not accept it was bullying. So at the ripe age of ten you had thrown yourself at the kids and you had punched and bit them and even screamed at them to never do that to anyone again or they'd face your wrath once more.

They had run away crying after that but they never did anything mean again to anyone. Your little demonstration of what would happen had scared them enough into actually changing their behavior.

After that you had to build trust between yourself and feebas, she had not been very trusting of kids because of what they did but you were kind and treated her with kind words and food. Soon enough she'd dare to swim closer to you as you were exploring until she eventually was practically glued to your side.

The two of you became inseparable.

To the point where she'd be visibly upset when you had to go home for the day, so to fix that heartbroken look on her face you had tied a bracelet you had worn around her flipper so she'd always have a part of you with her and so that you'd find her no matter where she was in the ocean. She had been so happy and had done several jumps in the water to showcase her happiness and gratitude towards you.

What you hadn't seen that night as you had gone home was the gentle blue glow that engulfed your friend transforming her into her final form.

Ten year old you had been devastated when you had gone to the beach the next day and couldn't find her anywhere in the ocean. You had been so upset sitting at a random rock in the middle of the ocean crying when Milotic had made her entrance. At first you couldn't believe what you were seeing, unsure if she truly was your feebas who had evolved while you were gone. It was only when she showed you the end of her tail where your bracelet was snugly fitted around that you realized your friend had evolved.

After that you two had been inseparable to the point where you had asked if she wanted to become yours.

"Milotic?" Your friend breaks you out of your daydreaming as she gently nudges your cheek with her snout.

"Sorry I was daydreaming again." You say sheepishly and she tilts her head curiously at you, as if asking what exactly you were daydreaming about.

"I was thinking back to the day we met and the day I found out you had evolved." You tell her and she makes a happy noise at that, diving under the water and swimming under you before coming up on your other side again, splashing some water on you as she does.

"Hey!" You laugh before splashing some back at her.

"Milo, milotic!" She swims around you happily again and you decide to dive under water to see if you can hold on to her and let her guide you through the vast ocean.

As you hold onto her neck she swims away happily with you and you can't help the giggle that escape you as the two of you swim around, she swims up and jumps above the water before diving in with you still on her back again and you love the thrill of twirling around with her.

The deep blue of the ocean is shimmering beautifully under the scorching alolan sun, underwater it looks like beautiful pillars of light shifting through the ocean giving some parts a lighter color and the familiar feeling of being weightless enters your body. The two of you see Corsolas on the bottom of the ocean swimming around happily with each other and near the coral reefs, their pink coloring shimmering beautifully under the light reaching them.

You spot wishiwashies swimming together in a pool to imitate a bigger fish to scare away prey and you also spot shellders and chincous swimming around with the latter glowing in the darker parts of the ocean. There's so much beauty and serenity underwater and you love seeing it all, it's just as bright as the lush jungle on the island and as passionate as the Wela volcano.

As Milotic slows down a bit something catches your eye, something is shimmering at the bottom of the ocean. The shimmering intrigues you and the curiosity builds at the thought that it could be something exciting down there.

"Mhmm." You say with your mouth closed getting Milotics attention and she looks back at you and you point towards the shimmering spot at the bottom of the ocean.

"Milo?" She nods towards the bottom wondering if you want to go down there and when you nod she dives deeper to see what has caught your eye.

Your eyes widen when you realize that there is a small treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean and you reach to try and pick it up. It's heavy but you lift it up before feeling the familiar burning of your lungs. You quickly motions towards your friend that you need air and Milotic helps you quickly up to the surface.

You gasp, letting the air fill your lungs again, chest heaving as you take a few deep breaths. You hold onto your friend with one arm as the other clutches the treasure chest tightly so you won't drop it down to the bottom of the ocean again.

"Milotic." She nudges your cheek again, concern that you were under water for so long and you pet her snout gently.

"I'm okay, just needed to take some deep breaths to steady myself." You tell her and her gentle face looks at you before nodding. "Perhaps we can swim to the shore so we can see what's in this chest." You ask her with a smile, eager to see what the two of you have found.

She swims with you back to the shore, but this time she's much slower and gentler in the way she swims. You can't help but admire her, she's always been a graceful swimmer even way back when she was a feebas. There was no current nor strong waves she couldn't swim through back then and now she's even better. You rest your head on her long neck as you hug her, resting on her back. She had insisted you get on her back on the swim to the shore and you wouldn't refuse.

Your lungs still slightly burned from almost loosing all the air when you dove deep into the ocean. Legs and arms tired from the swimming, a break was needed and your partner was kind enough to help you out by carrying you on her back.

The wingulls flew above you and sometimes you thought it looked like they were dancing up in the sky with the clouds.

Wooyoung and Meowth had just reached the beach when trouble approached them. For some reason two grunts from the team that called themselves Team Skull had taken an interest in their arrival.

"Just give us your pokémon and we'll leave ya alone." One of them threatened, getting all up in Wooyoungs face.

"Excuse me?" He asked baffled by the audacity in the request. As if he'd ever willingly give up Meowth.

"You heard me you punk! Give us your meowth and there won't be a problem." The grunt said while doing some weird hand movements that made it look like he was trying to dance.

"If you think I'm going to give up my partner to you you're wrong. I didn't think you guys stooped to such levels." He says glaring at the two grunts who keep harassing him. His partner has taken to hide behind his legs, her paws gripping one of his calfs as she looks out from behind his leg at the two team skull members who won't stop bothering them.

"Hey man let's just both of us attack him. He's only got one pokémon and when we've attacked him we take his pokémon." The other grunt with pink hair says slapping her friend's arm.

"Great idea man!"

"I'm serious just leave us alone! Don't you have anything better to do with your life than trying to take others pokémon!" He snaps, neither him nor Meowth have participated in that many pokémon battles. They have here and there but most of the time they've just enjoyed life as it comes. Doing the trials on all of the four islands here in Alola and challenging the totem Pokémon's or the Kahunas has never really been their thing.

"Salandit come out!"

"Fomantis! Let's go!"

The two grunts throw out their Pokémon's which stands threathningly in front of him.

"Leave us alone!" Wooyoung tries one more time to be tough and make them leave but they just laugh in his face as they ready their Pokémon's to attack.

"Use ember!" "Use razor leaf!"

Wooyoungs eyes grow wide as he realizes they won't back down and all he can think of in that moment is to protect Meowth so he is quick to spin around, crouching down so he has her in a protective hug as the attacks hits him.

He shouts in pain at the leaves cutting some of his skin and the feeling of the fire burning his skin and Meowth looks at him worried. She tries to get him to move but he refuses.

"Come on man just give us your pokémon, this is such a drag." One of the grunts says and Wooyoung shakes his head and glares at them over his shoulder.

"Never. She's my precious partner and I'm never giving her away."

"Meowth!" His partner looks at him worriedly and he turns to her with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Tsk Salandit use ember once aga-"

"Milotic use hydro pump!!"

Wooyoung opens his eyes which he had closed to embrace himself for the incoming fire attack when he hears that voice.

Your voice.

And then he hears the grunts and their Pokémon being blasted by what must have been an attack from you. He turns around in shock and there you are. Standing on the beach, feet still in the water looking absolutely pissed at what is going on. He's never seen you angry before and you look ready to punch a guy if necessary to put a stop to this.

"I don't like bullying." You start, seething at what you had noticed going on at your beach. "And I especially don't like bullying when more than one gang up on someone who is weaker than the others or who is all alone. Attacking someone who doesn't want to battle you on the sole purpose of stealing their pokémon. I won't stand for it and especially not on my beach." You spit out glaring at the grunts who along with their Pokémon's had been blasted towards the rocks and were lying face down in the sand.

The grunts groaned and slowly got up from the sand, both of them glaring at you.

"Yo who do you think you are? The owner of this beach?!" The pink haired one screeches at you and your glare intensifies.

"I might as well be since I'm here every single day." You say before continuing. "But if you wanna pick a fight with him you might as well let me join in to even out the odds." You question motioning towards your own partner who is standing tall next to you.

Milotics gentle demeanor is gone and she looks intimidating as she stands there waiting for your next command. You raise one hand to wipe some of the water away from your face and that's when one of the grunts notices the bracelet on your wrist.

"T-thats a Z-ring!" He points in shock at your bracelet and you smirk knowing that the power of a Z-move is clearly scary to these grunts. From what you've heard only their boss Guzma and his second in command Plumeria got their own z-rings and z-crystals which they use in battles.

"Oh shit you're right... Hey sorry man... We didn't mean to cause trouble here on the beach we promise." The other one stutters out and you tilt your head at them both.

"Oh really? So you didn't mean to cause trouble when you attacked him and tried to take his pokémon?"

"No! It was just a simple misunderstanding we promise." "Misunderstanding?! You two tried to steal Meowth from me!!" The boy which they had attacked screeched and you could see the sweat starting to form on the grunts as you take a few steps towards them in anger.

"W-we're sorry! We won't cause any problems here again!"

"Man let's go before we get blasted by that powerful Z-move!!" The other grunt says before he turns around and takes off running, his fomantis running after him causing the other grunt and her salandit to run after their friend in a panic.

"Cowards." You mutter before turning to the boy whose pokémon is looking very concerned for him.

You've seen him at the beach before, he usually hangs out mantine surfing and you enjoy watching him do so. He looks so free and full of joy and his laughter is like music to your ears because of how much he's enjoying himself with his partner.

"Hey are you okay?" You ask gently as you sit down next to him. "You got attacked pretty badly by those dumbasses earlier."

"I-i'm fine, I couldn't let them hurt Meowth after all." He says and Wooyoung has to fight hard to not let his face erupt in that tomato berry red shade again because of how close you are to him.

"You were very brave you know. Protecting your friend like that and refusing to back down." You tell him with a smile and this time Wooyoung can't stop the blush erupting on his face.

"T-thank you!"

"Now let me check so you're not badly hurt, the burns might feel less intense if you get in the water." You say as you check him over and luckily it seems like he's not overtly hurt.

"You're Wooyoung aren't you?" You ask and he nods shocked.

"Y-you know my name?"

"Yeah you got the highest score in matinee surfing according to the placard keeping track of everyone's score." You point over to the placard where his name is written next to the number one.

"Oh right... you're Y/n, right?"

"That would be me." You smile "And this must be your lovely partner?" You ask looking at his alolan meowth who gives you the most beaming smile as she steps closer to you so you can pet her.

Which you do gently, causing her to purr. You marvel at how soft her fur is, you're so accustomed to the feeling of scales and the feeling of wet skin that water Pokémon's have that you rarely pet or spend time with Pokémon's which got fur and live on land.

"You're so pretty." You mumble and she lets out a happy nyaaa at that.

"Mreowth!" She points at you and you tilt your head at her.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You questions and she nods excitedly before also pointing at Wooyoung and then back at you.

"I don't think I understand..." You trail off trying to figure out what she's trying to say.

"Ah! Meowth!! Stop that!!" Wooyoung tries to get his partner to stop explaining that he likes you and thinks you're beautiful but to no avail, she continues on to tell you in her own special way how much he seems to like you.

Wooyoung honestly feels like he might combust on the spot.

"Well I'm not really sure what she's trying to say but I think she's trying to tell me how much she likes you." You tell him with a teasing smile and he just laughs nervously.

“Y-yeah…”

“Milotic?” Your partner questioned as she nudges your back gently before looking at Wooyoung.

“I’m okay thank you.” He says with a smile directed at your partner who is looking at him with concerned eyes. “Thank you for helping me back then, we’re not used to battling but you two were such a formidable team.” He compliments the two of you and you smile bashfully.

“We’re not that good.”

“Don’t lie! You two were amazing! You even got a z-ring and a z-crystal, only trainers that are strong and got strong bonds with their Pokémon’s get those!” He says, huffing out his cheeks when you try to deny it again.

“We practice a lot when we’re out swimming, can’t have a bunch of sharpedos or tentacruels attack us and not knowing how to defend ourselves, but you know battling isn’t all there is. I enjoy far more spending time with Milotic and hanging out in the sea than going to do the island challenges and challenging the totem Pokémon’s or the kahunas.” You say sitting next to him in the sand and you sigh.

"Sometimes people try to push to hard that I should start doing the trials because 'I'm so talented so I shouldn't waste my talent by just swimming in the ocean'" You tell him and Wooyoung is quick to shake his head.

"That's dumb! You should do what makes you happy! I've seen the way you get so happy going to the ocean, swimming around and the way you care for your friend and everything around you! Plus happiness looks the best on you so don't listen to them! You can do whatever it is you want!" He finishes and when he notices you looking at him he can't help but once again blush and look down at his hands who suddenly became much more interesting than looking straight at you.

"You've been watching me?" You ask curiously.

"Yes-i mean no! Wait I- like yes I've been watching you but not like a creep I promise!! It's just you seem so happy in the ocean and I like seeing happiness on people and you two are very beautiful, like you are very beautiful when you're in the ocean, not that I'm saying you're not beautiful when you're up on the land because you are I just-" He blabbers on nervously and when your hand lands on his he shuts up and looks at you in shock.

Meowth is looking on excitedly because this is so up her ally and Wooyoung knows she will tease him when they are alone.

"Thank you Wooyoung." Your smile makes his heart skip a beat. "It warms my heart knowing you think that way. You should know happiness suits you as well, especially when you matinee surf, sometimes I have to stop what I'm doing just so I can see you surf and the joy you get from the waves. You look very beautiful too." You tell him, adding the last part a bit more quiet but Wooyoung hears it and a big grin works its way onto his face.

"Thank you!!" He beams and you laugh, happy that he seems to have recovered quickly from the attack.

"Now! Do you think you can help me? We found this chest at the bottom of the ocean and I wanna try and open it to see what it could be!" You tell him eagerly leaning forward as you show him the treasure chest and Milotic waves her fin eagerly also wanting to know what it could be.

"Meowth!!" Meowth hurries up to you eager to help. She knows how to pick locks and want's to help you.

"Oh yes! Meowth is great at picking locks!" The boy next to you says before quickly adding "We only discovered that when I got locked out from our house! I'm not a burglar or something."

"Seems like the two of you are filled with all kinds of different talents." You muse before letting Meowth get up to the treasure chest, one of her claws is out as she starts picking the lock and soon a loud click can be heard.

"It worked! Thank you pretty!" You tell her as you put it in front of the four of you. She runs back to Wooyoung shyly because of your compliment and hides in his arms and he chuckles.

You open the treasure chest and just as you and Wooyoung are leaning in to see what it could possibly be, Milotic sticks her head into the chest, her curiosity taking over and she cannot stop herself from wanting to see what it could be first.

"Hey!!" You laugh at the silliness of your partner. "Milotic! Let us see." You whine gently wanting to see as well.

"Someone was really curious huh?" Wooyougn teases and your friend lifts her head shyly before hiding her face behind her tail fins, causing the both of you to laugh at the adorable display.

"It's okay buddy, I would have done that as well if I were you." You tell her, petting her head.

Wooyoung takes a moment to sneak a glance into the chest and gasps.

"It's a map!"

"Really?!"

"Yes! It must lead to a treasure of some kind!"

"Then what are we waiting for? We should totally find it." You say eagerly, picking up the map to see if you know where to go.

It takes a while before you two figure out where to go. You both figured it's somewhere closer to the southern parts of the ocean you're close to. The both of you are eager to find out what it could be and you are quick to help Wooyoung use his shirt to tie his partner to his back so she won't get swept away as you swim with Milotic to the place on the map.

You have to look away several times from Wooyoung as his chest is now revealed due to his shirt being tied around Meowth and around his lower chest. He's stunning and you knew that already but seeing him like this so up close makes your cheeks heat up like the very lava flowing in the Wela volcano.

"So we just hold on to her neck?" Wooyoung asks you as the two of you get into the water where Milotic is waiting, ready and eager to swim as fast as she can to the place where you have to go. The sun has started to set casting a brilliant orange and pink hue over the ocean making it look like it glitters from time to time.

"Yeah, hold on tight and just go with the flow of it. Let me know if it's going too quick and we'll slow down." You say as you grab ahold of her neck. Wooyoung is quick to copy you and when your arms touch he smiles to himself.

He had not thought when he woke up this morning that he'd be speaking to you and going on a little adventure with you after you and your partner had rescued him.

"Milotic! Full speed forward!" You say excited and she takes off quickly.

"Milo!!" She nods and then she's off.

She swims fast and agile through the water, she knows her goal and as always wants nothing more than to get to her destination quickly and without any problems. It's mostly just swimming in the same direction and despite that you can't help but laugh in joy as the butterflies of happiness joins you once again. Nothing really beats this for you and had you not been so preoccupied with your enjoyment you would have noticed Wooyoung looking at you in awe.

Could you become even more beautiful than you already were? Before Wooyoung used to think that was impossible but seeing your joy this up close proved him wrong.

"Mreeeoowwthh." Meowth teased him quietly in his ear, giggling on his back and he shook his head slightly but allowed her to tease him.

It took the four of you roughly twenty minutes of swimming before you reached the destination. You had never been to this part of the island before and you and Milotic had explored most of the ocean surrounding the island at this point.

"Oh wow." You mumble as she slows down.

The view is stunning, there are rock formations that gives off the illusions that there are hearts sticking out in the ocean, a small island has appeared and you swim up to it before getting up on the sanded beach. There's beautiful shimmering shells littered in the sand and hibiscus flowers are blooming around as well.

It's truly magical.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful Wooyoung?" You ask turning around to look at him and he shakes his head, mouth hanging open as he takes it all in.

The island looks like something out of a fantasy book. The hibiscus flowers are in varying shades of pinks, yellows and white. The shells shimmers in rainbow colors and Wooyoung even thinks he sees some pearls laying around. Then when the two of you turn around your breaths gets taken away once again.

The hearts you had seen earlier is even more prominent now in the water. It looks romantic, the water is a mostly pinkish orange hue, and it glimmers beautifully.

"Perhaps this is where lovers would go way back in the days to confess their feelings." You wonder aloud.

"Perhaps." Wooyoung mumbles and you look at him, and you know he's stunning, your stomach doing flips when you watch him but now seeing his side profile, hair slightly wet and skin glowing and the gentle light of the sun going down by the horizon is casting the most beautiful pinkish hue onto him.

Perhaps it was fate the two of you would be brought here.

"How are your wounds? I didn't stop to think if they'd be hurting you with the water." You question, eyes flitting over the small cuts and burns on his body.

"I'm fine, it hurts but it's okay since I'm here with you." He confesses with a smile, reaching out to take your hand and you let him.

"I wish I could heal you somehow."

"Mreowth!"

"Milotic!!"

The both of your pokémon say at the same time looking up at the sky, the two of you following their leads curiously and that's when you see it.

"Is that..." You question quietly.

"Tapu Lele! Akala Islands guardian!" Wooyoung exclaims in excitement.

The pink guardian floats above the two of you, she looks down before she floats around again, this time a gentle shimmer falls from her as she floats around. You both reach out to see if you can touch the beautiful shimmering dust that she's released.

It shimmers in pinks, purples and golds and as you look at Wooyoung once more you gasp.

"Your wounds and burns! They're gone!" You exclaim taking a good look at him and he looks down at himself in shock.

"They are! Do you think Tapu Lele healed me?"

"She must have!" You say before turning to where she had gone shouting "THANK YOU TAPU LELE!!"

You can hear a noice in the distance, happy to have been thanked for her gesture for the two of you.

You and Wooyoung spends the rest of the evening on the island, sitting next to each other, talking and laughing. And when the time comes to go back home, you two swim back to shore.

You both agree to meet here at Heahea beach tomorrow wanting to spend more time with each other.

And if Wooyoung gives you a kiss in the darkness of the night is something only he, you and Meowth will know about. It's something he won't share with anyone else.

Not yet at least.

The next day.

"Do you really think this is safe?" You ask as you stand up on shaking legs on the mantine, Wooyoung is standing next to you with a mischievous smile as he holds your hands.

"It's perfectly safe, trust me. I know what I'm doing." He tells you as he makes sure your feet are in the right position.

"I've never done anything like this before!"

"Ah everyone gotta learn somehow."

"Perhaps so! But to learn by surfing the big waves immediately?!"

"You'll be fine Y/n!" He tells you once more before telling the mantine to gently start swimming with you.

Meowth is off on the side sitting near the base of Milotics long neck. She's laying in the water enjoying watching you learn something new and Meowth is enjoying watching love blossom for the first time between her trainer and the one he's been pining over for a while.

"W-wooyoung! You have to hold on to me!" You say fearfully as your legs shake again.

"You have to relax Y/n! Shaking like this will only make you unstable, you have to go with the flow and trust the mantine, they don't want you to fall of them either."

"It's easy for you to say, you're the expert in this!" You snap back and you gasp when Wooyoung lets your hand go and he snickers when he sees you stiff like a stick go in a little circle and he can see the way you tense up and when the mantine does a turn that's a little too sharp for you as it comes back and you loose your balance.

Lucky for you Wooyoung is quick and manages to catch you, he holds you close to him and he smirks down at you. Your face is slightly flushed, perhaps it's from the burning Alolan sun or perhaps it's because you're embarrassed you fell in front of him.

"Falling for me are you Y/n?"

"M-maybe I am."

"Good because I fell for you a long time ago pretty."

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