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nightlyrequiem · 2 months ago

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hiya requiem !!

okay sooh kinda stupid request BUTTT can i request something along the lines of running a rival cartel against Val .. then she finds you sellin on her block and she thinks ur jist mad stupid because like?? ( ・－・)

butttt then when she messes ya up and like kidnaps you or wtv you're like 'i sold here for your attention not for money' yaknow?? (∩_∩)

then we just have confuzzled Valeria, pining 😞

soz if this is too specific !!! as always thanks soso much in advance :3

-🃏🌀⭐️

Hiya Jester!!

I love this request. Writing a dumb little lovesick reader inconveniences Valeria just to get her attention is so fun.

No worries! I actually super love when requests are specific!

Ugh. I need her to beat the living daylights out of me like literally

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Mentions of Drugs, Mild Violence, Mostly Lighthearted Stuff

Attention Seeker

"What do you mean nobody is buying from you?" Valeria growls dangerously. Scowling at one of her dealers as he shifts uncomfortably, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her fury.

"It's not just me." He says quickly. "The others are struggling for customers, there's another cartel that just popped up - real small though, practically just a gang." He continues quickly.

"Why is this the first time I'm hearing about it?" Valeria snaps. There's a threat to her business and nobody thought to tell her? "Who is running it?" She demands. When she gets her hands on them, she is going to skin them. The audacity they have to encroach in on her territory.

"... I'm not sure, some woman." He replies quietly, he seems to relax a bit now that Valeria has someone else to be mad at. That's usually how it goes. People playing hot potato with Valeria's anger.

The presence of competition explains why the market has been dry lately. She's going to find her and crush her like a bug. Watch her insides spill out. Valeria turns back to the man. Face twisted into it's usual dark scowl.

"How did you find out who it was?" she asks impatiently.

"Well... she was the one selling." He admits. "I asked her about it and she said she pulled together a few people to start up a 'business.'"

Valeria looks at him blankly. "You were face to face with this woman and didn't think to kill her." She says, astounded by this man's incompetence. "Or at the very least bring her to me. You just... walked away."

The man grimaces and avoids her gaze. "She was very friendly, and open with information I didn't know what to do."

"Get out."

Valeria sits at her desk rigidly. Limbs stiff with anger. For weeks she's been losing money and she had no clue why. Just to find out it's because she's being upsold by some... friendly woman? "Oh, I just pulled together some people for a fun business adventure selling hard drugs in someone else's established territory, hee-hee." Nobody just randomly wakes up one day and decides to form a cartel. Nobody can just do that. It takes intelligence, and skill, and power. Valeria worked her ass and tits off to get to where she is, and this woman thinks she can just stroll in like life is sweet? Valeria clenches her fists and takes some deep breaths.

Three days later she's prowling the block you were spotted on. She got your description from that dealer and now she waits. Her men wait in a black, nondescript car nearby, waiting for her signal. People go about their days. Families out on strolls with their children, paying no mind to the armed men around them. This is their normal. Anything else would only disrupt things. There. She watches you stride out from an alley. Valeria would have never been able to tell that you sell drugs. Yet there you are, paper bags clutched in one hand. You don't even notice Valeria as you walk by. Moving with a purpose. Intent to sell.

Valeria follows after you. You're so dumb that you don't even look over your shoulder. That's when she grabs you. She slaps a hand over your mouth and roughly drags you away. You attempt to struggle but Valeria curls her lip into a sneer at how physically weak you are. The car squeals up next to the both of you and the door opens, a large man bags your head and hauls you inside. Slamming the door behind him.

Your vision is obscured to beige blurs as your shoved to the floor. It's hard and cold. A place that never sees the sun. You try to stand when you get kicked in the ribs, sending you sprawling. Air is pushed from your lungs in a painful gasp. Another sharp kick is delivered.

"Stop!" You wheeze.

The bag is pulled from your head, allowing you to see the room and your attacker. It's Valeria, who looks nothing short then pissed. "Who do you think you are?" She snarls. Her foot lands painfully in your stomach and your vision swims. She grabs you by the hair and roughly tilts your head back to look at her. "Do you think you're smart? trying to sell on my turf? Stupid bitch."

"Valeria." You mumble. Body relaxing at the sight of her. She's even prettier up close. High cheekbones, the beginnings of crow's feet, dark eyes. What a woman.

Valeria is taken aback by your expression. Her brows furrowing at your lack of fear.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that?" She asks sharply. Do you not believe she's a threat? "You aren't going to be so happy when I beat the shit out of you, coño."

"I can't believe it." You gush, lips twisting into a wide grin. "You noticed me!" Your laugh is piercing and ecstatic. Valeria lets go of you and takes a step back.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice is laced with frustration. You sit up straighter and smile at her like she just handed you a million dollars.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you!" You say. "I admire you so much. You're so strong, I mean, I don't know of any other woman who does something like this. Running a cartel? And using a fake identity? God, you're brilliant!"

Valeria stares at you, not even sure how to respond. Should she hit you again? "Why were you selling on my territory?" She demands. "You think you can just take my money like that?"

"Oh no, I'm not doing this for money." You shake your head, voice full of disinterest. "I tried to find other ways of getting close to you, but your people are so unfriendly. I tried to join your cartel but they pulled a gun on me and told me to 'get the fuck out of here.'" You explain. Just casually dropping this information.

Hearing that you wanted to be close to her raises major alarm bells in her head. She unholsters her pistol and aims at it you threateningly.

"Why do you need to be closer to me?" she asks. "You a fed?"

You frown. "No. I just really admire your work."

"I don't understand."

She stiffens when you stand. "I want to be just like you." You say. Your eyes dart over her face, drinking in her features like well-aged wine. "I want to apart of your life."

Valeria understands there may just be something wrong with you. she lowers her gun but doesn't drop it. Still not fully convinced you aren't a threat.

"You came here and trespassed... to get my attention. You wanted��me to seek you out." She reiterates flatly. "Just to make sure I'm understanding correctly."

You smile and nod. Glad she finally gets it.

"Exactly." You reply calmly.

Valeria isn't sure how she feels about that. You're strange and not well, clearly. But she's never had someone so interested in her that they'd put themselves in danger just to meet her. It makes her feel powerful. In control. "Is that it?" She asks boredly. "You just wanted my attention?"

"Yes."

"Well you got it." She says with annoyance. Rebolstering her gun. "If I catch you selling drugs again, I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your head, do you understand me?" Valeria gets in your face, trying to intimidate you. Instead, she just witnesses your pupils dilating.

"Sure." You nod, sounding breathless. Valeria doesn't know if it's because you were kicked in the ribs or something else. "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

Valeria recoils, expression souring. "No." She says bluntly. Turning away from you. She'll have one of her men relocate you.

"Please?" You plead, sounding pathetic. "Just one date? There's this amazing restaurant and lounge on fifth, I'll pay."

"I'm not going out with you." she grunts. She still hasn't called in her men.

"Then can I work for you? I have a way with people, I can make you so much money as a dealer."

That offer certainly piques her interest. You have a point, she thinks. You're pretty and friendly and she can see that doing well with drug addled clients.

She puts a hand on her hip while she considers your hopeful expression. Valeria imagines what it would be like to have someone so infatuated with her working under her. she'd have your guaranteed loyalty. A part of her also likes the way it feels.

"Fine." She relents. "But if you fuck up even once, you're gone."

You smile happily. Looking like an idiot.

#cod mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x fem!reader #modern warefare ii

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theyanderebin · 3 months ago

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Yantober Day 17! Spiralling!

Uh.. Your brother's back gang and he's having a bit of a moment...

This does contain him kind of beating up some children so uh... Yeah.

(Prompt from @ozzgin's yantober list which can be found here!)

It's about 1.6K words!

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You'd always been so happy to be by his side when you were little. Your tiny legs wobbling after him as he walked around the house. Chubby little fingers laced into his every time he'd walk you out of the car to school and back. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, his heart was always so full. You were so happy.

It started so small, you'd follow him around just a bit less. You'd slip your hand out of his before you got to the door of your classroom, over weeks it got earlier and earlier. Maybe you just needed a break? Or maybe you were excited to get into the day? You stopped holding his hand and he felt his heart crack ever so slightly, like a chip in a mug you continue using because you're sure it's fine. Even, even if it's compromised the structure of the whole thing. Not even knowing or acknowledging this is what makes it more fragile, what lets all the germs and bacteria in… Even if you still held his hand at home, something was off. Something was going bad.

After you'd started middle school, you'd practically never hold his hand! Never! Walking ahead of him every morning and afternoon to and from class, as if you were actually trying to distance yourself from him. Every time, chip after chip out of his heart, soul, his very being. The crack formed one day, you walked home with your friends instead of him. You left him behind, a teacher had to tell him you were already gone when he got there. It made his head feel fuzzy, a mouthful of burning static on the way home.

He slipped into his room, pressing the door closed with his back and slid down it quietly. Hands shaking, a profound lack of anything seeping into his flesh. "She didn't even tell me…" He muttered, "That's… Why didn't she..?" The palms of his hands pressed into his stinging eyes as his fingers tangled into his dull black curls. "That's not fair, she should've told me… she would've.. she would've…" His hands dropped from his face, no other part of him moved barely even shifting at his shallow breaths. "Oh." The static spread from his mouth, into his brain. The burning sensation starting to crawl across him harshening the sting plaguing his eyes "It's not.. it's not her. not her fault" He said, reassuring himself., "It couldn't be." He slumped against the bottom of the door. A few shaky breaths and he swallowed it. He understood it now. "It's not her fault. It's theirs. That's it." He stared up at the ceiling, blankly "She'll come back soon, when she figures out they don't care about her the way she deserves to be cared for. I'm sure she will…"

Even if it took days, weeks, a few months. He kept telling himself, you'll come back. You'll figure out that's not where you're supposed to be. Surely you would. You wer such a smart girl after all. He'd tell himself these things over and over, even as you talked about all your little friends at dinner. Soft smile plastered on his face to hold it together. "We wanted to hang out over the weekend," You chewed a mouthful of food before continuing. "So i was wondering if i could go hang out at their place, like sleepover or something." Your parents smiled. "Of course you can, you're all up to date on your homework and stuff, yeah?" "Mhm!" He wanted to laugh, he knew you weren't. You hadn't done any of your homework for the last like two weeks. All you did was stay up late and play stupid games with stupid people. Managing to keep his mouth sealed shut, only allowing himself an eye roll. Which you did in fact shoot him one hell of a side eye for, it made his eyes widen. "Well then i don't see why not." Your mother said, getting up from the table. As did your father, "Right, well you two can put away the left overs." He put his plate in the sink. They both took their leave, your mother planting a kiss atop your air on her way out. Leaving you alone in the kitchen with him. "You're a shit liar." He pointed his fork at you, "Seriously.." "I- Shut up! I am not." "You so are." "No" "Yep" "No!" "Yeah, you are." He stabbed at the last piece of food on his plate, before you could defend yourself he added, "You haven't done any of your damn homework for like, the last two weeks." Chewing on the last bite, he moved from the table. "You! How would you know?" "I just do." "Huh?" You exclaimed, so incredibly confused "How Even.. You suck.." He knew you didn't really mean because of course you didn't! You were to sweet! That doesn't mean it didn't sting a little when the words came out of your mouth. He laughed, "Uh-huh, yep." Finding a few containers in the cupboard.

You were gone for a whole two days, he felt so cold and bored without you nearby. The interesting part was how easy it was to find those damn kids online, like really. Why was it that easy? Clearly their parents weren't taking care of them properly, letting their children run wild, posting whatever they want. They'd get hurt like that. Hm… They would really get hurt by that. What if they got you hurt too? He would never let that sort of thing happen but.. he couldn't reach you right now. A pit dug deep into his stomach. Something had to change. Something… It had been so long. You kept leaving him behind, after everything he'd done to take care of you ad keep you safe. You were dropping him like a toy you were done with and he would bet you didn't even notice. Nobody would notice how it kept cracking at him, nobody could find out. But he had to do something… He couldn't just leave you there. He couldn't let them steal you and run away.

It wasn't working anymore, he couldn't lie, not to himself anymore. You weren't just going to come back. The burning static crawled into his body again, he had to get you back. There wasn't any other way. He didn't know what else to do… You were everything to him. Everything. There was nothing and nobody out there like you, no one as sweet and precious. He had to get you out of there, whatever it took.

It was, honestly terrifyingly easy to find those kids. What if they'd included you in something and made it that easy to find you? What if they showed you off to some creep and they started trying to find you? They could've gotten you hurt. They could've gotten you stolen away by some freak degenerate that thought you were too cute for this world! So naturally, he had to cut it off before it was too late. One afternoon he tracked them down. Without even worrying that you could find out what he was doing, you were deep into a check up appointment at the doctor's after all. He simply wanted to ask a few things of them, that's all! It' was all in your best interest. He wandered down the street, he knew they lived around here and it was about time they'd be on their way home. The sun low in the sky, still warm out. He kicked a pebble or two on the sidewalk he refused to look at lest he goes blind. Eventually the grating noise of a couple small teens descended upon his ears, he sighed. Looking over, excellent they were the right ones. His jaw tensed for a moment, he let a cool distance wash over his body with a sharp breath. And made his way over.

Despite his best efforts. Really his best, they refused to cooperate. Stubborn little shit called him a weird freak and everything! Which he was not! Thank you. He was only looking out for his precious little sister, that's all. Really he hadn't meant for it to end up like this… Holding a kid by the collar of their shirt, against a concrete wall of a side street. Glaring down at the little bastard like she was a rat he wanted to dispose of particularly fast. Tears running down her face, whimpering in fear like a kicked puppy. The other two, backed into a corner. Neither wanting to move. "Look. I'm gonna say this once.." His eyes bore into all three of them, "You're going to leave her the fuck alone. Got it?" Three kids nodding frantically, "Good. Cause if you don't I will kick your ass. And if you even try to tell ANYONE I'm going to punch you so hard your parents won't even know who you are when I'm done." Once he was satisfied with their fearful agreement. He dropped her. "Great." He plastered the neutral smile back over his face and walking away.

He didn't want to be terrible but, if being the bad one was what kept you safe and close to him. He'd do it. Always. A thousand times over. After all you were everything to him, he didn't really care about anything else. He was cracked almost into pieces and all the germs and bacteria had crawled their way into all of the lines. He may be cracked and disgusting, but you.. oh you were the apple of his eye. He cherished you more than anything. He wouldn't let them rot you.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yantober #yandere male #yandere older brother #I still don't know if i tag it x reader if it's not like romantic??#Do we go by Ao3 rules?#I'm gonna go by them #The Yan! Bin

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februaryfic · 1 month ago

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Honey, You're Familiar: Chapter Three

(AO3) (Masterpost) (4625 Words)

A Steve Harrington x meta!Reader slowburn multichapter fic.

Summary: You befriend a psychic, give Steve a pep talk, and get the gang together.

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You, Hopper and Joyce sit in the Byers’ living room.

“You kicked Lonnie out again then?” You ask.

“I found the pamphlet, right where you said it would be.” Joyce says furiously. “God, I can’t believe that bastard!”

“I’m sorry-” you begin.

“No, no, this is on me for even believing him in the first place!” Joyce fumes.

“Let’s focus on Will,” Hopper intervenes, trying to bring calm to the situation. “What do we do next?”

“You go to see Terry Ives,”

“Ives… why do I know that name?” Hopper mutters, before a look of horror dawns in his eyes. “The woman who said Dr Brenner took her kid, from the news report. So she was telling the truth all along?”

You nod solemnly. “Her child, Jane, is the girl who was seen at Benny’s diner, who has been hiding in Mike Wheeler’s basement the past week,”

“The one who’s been in the lab the whole time.”

“That’s right. I’m going to be meeting with her tonight, hopefully, which should set us up well for tomorrow.”

“And what’s happening tomorrow?” Joyce asks.

“Mike Wheeler’s going to jump off a cliff, Jonathan is going to punch a cop, and we might- might- just save your son,”

“Might?” Hopper questions.

“Just because I know the future, doesn’t mean I control it,” you reply with a shake of your head. “I’ve done everything I can to set us up for success, now we just have to hope that everything goes according to plan. Speaking of—”

You get up from the couch and head into Will’s room, reaching under the bed to find what you’re looking for. You pull out his walkie-talkie and head back to the adults. “—I need to take this.”

“But it's Will’s.” Joyce weakly protests.

“I know. And when we get him back tomorrow night, I will give it straight back, okay?” you pick your words carefully, and they have the intended effect of reassuring Joyce. She leans back into the sofa heavily.

“You can’t tell us anything else?” Hopper asks, still tense.

You pause. In the show, Hopper tells the lab where El is in exchange for letting him and Joyce go through the gate. You pray he will make a better choice in this reality. “We need to protect Eleven. We need to keep her away from those monsters at the lab, so keep her location a secret.”

You turn to Joyce and add: “And don’t be too hard on Jonathan when you get to the station. It's been a rough week for all of us,”

You go to leave but remember one last thing. “Do you have any children’s gloves?”

—

God it’s cold out. Now that the sun has completely set and the moon hangs in the sky, the November chill permeates the air, cooling you to the bone and making you shiver. The trees seem to shiver too as the wind bristles through them, filling the woods with a susurrus of leaves. The cold makes the scabbed gashes on your calf ache but you maintain your search. In the show, it’s implied that Eleven slept in the woods after the fight with Mike in the junkyard, but you just couldn’t let the poor girl suffer through that.

Eventually, you spot a flash of baby pink fabric.

“El! I’m not with the bad men or your papa, I’m a friend of Mike’s! Can we talk please?” You call out, hoping and praying that she dares to trust you.

You hear a rustle from behind a tree before the scruffy girl steps out. “Friend?” She asks, watching you with wide, owlish eyes.

“Yes, I’m a friend. I know you just had a fight with Mike and I want to help. You can’t stay out here all night, you’ll freeze,”

“You know? Know how?” Her eyes narrow as she wraps her arms around herself.

“It’s a little bit of a long story, will you come back to my home to talk? It’s warm and we can have something nice to eat,”

El hugs herself tighter, clearly feeling the chill but not trusting you enough to follow.

“Eleven, I promise I will do everything I can to keep the bad men away from you. You’re safe with me. Friends don’t lie, right?” taking a risk, you reach your hand out to her.

She walks towards you at an agonisingly slow pace, as if waiting for you to change your tune and attack. Her small hand slips into yours and you hiss under your breath as you feel her frozen fingers. Thank god for planning ahead.

“Here,” you offer, pulling the pair of gloves out of your jacket. El watches as you carefully pull them onto her hands and secure them around her wrists.

“Better?” you ask.

“Better,” she echoes.

—

Her eyes follow you in an unnerving way as you potter around your apartment. El is curled up on your armchair with a blanket while you prepare dinner for both of you.

“You know Mike?” she eventually asks, nervously, like she’s afraid of being told off for speaking. Your heart aches for her.

“I do! I know Dustin and Will and Lucas too. I work at an arcade, which is a building where you can go to play lots of games,” you explain.

“Lucas…” she whispers sadly. You head to her and crouch down before the armchair.

“El, you didn’t mean to hurt him. You’re not a monster. He and Mike were fighting, so you wanted them to stop, right?”

She nods her head cautiously, still confused by how you know all this.

“Exactly. And you used a bit too much power and threw Lucas a bit too far. Accidents happen, kiddo. You should still apologise when you next see him, just like he should apologise for saying those bad things about you, but it doesn’t make you a monster,”

“He’s right,” she says, tears now welling in her eyes as her breath catches in her chest. “The bad things. I lied. Lucas is right,”

You gather her in your arms as her tears turn to full blown sobs. She tenses for a long moment, before returning the hug tightly.

“El… Lucas is upset because his friend is missing. All he saw was you messing with the compasses, but he didn’t understand your intentions.”

“In-ten…”

“Intentions. It means he doesn’t know why you did it.”

“Keep them safe.”

“I know, kiddo. But they don’t know about the gate, or the monster. They don’t know how dangerous it is, so they don’t know what you’re trying to keep them safe from.”

“You know…?” El pulls back, looking at you cautiously again.

“About the gate and the monster? Yeah,” You say sadly. Your timer in the kitchen goes off, making El jump. “I’ll explain while we’re eating, okay? Food is important, I don’t want you getting hungry.”

El wolfs down your pasta bake like she hasn’t eaten in days. Which, to be fair, is almost the case. You doubt Mike was able to sneak her much.

You tell her about your home world, about the tv show, about the things you’ve changed. She listens attentively through it all.

“Here… why?” she eventually asks, pasta sauce around her mouth. You hand her a napkin, which she stares at in confusion, before you just reach over and wipe it off yourself.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” you admit. “It’s a little scary. I think it might have something to do with the Upside Down, but I came here before the gate was opened,”

“Help find out.” El says with determination, small face turning serious, and you can’t help but smile at her instinct to help.

“Thank you El, that’s really sweet of you. You’re a good kid.” You say, making her blush.

You get her to help you wash the dishes, letting her play with the soap suds that surround the sink. After, you get out some old pyjamas and offer them to her, but she looks at them unhappily.

“No,” she says, crossing her arms. It takes you a moment to guess why.

“I’m not going to take the dress away from you, kiddo. We can clean it up and you can put it back on tomorrow. This is just so you’re comfy and warm while you sleep.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, El. I won’t take the dress away from you.”

She takes the dress off and you prepare some warm water as she changes into the pyjamas. You get a cloth and wipe the dirt off the dress, tidying it up a little and leaving it on a hanger where El can see it. It isn’t as good as a full wash, but it’s still an improvement.

She eventually joins you in the bathroom.

“Can I wash your face?” You ask, showing her the sink of water and the cloth in your hand.

She touches the water and the cloth carefully before nodding slowly at you. Gently, you wipe over her face, removing both the dirt and the old makeup Mike had applied to her face yesterday. She watches you as you move the cloth around her face, carefully scrubbing at a clump of dirt that has nestled its way into her eyebrow.

“Pretty,” she says, looking at you past the washcloth.

“You think I’m pretty? Thank you, El,” you smile. “I think you’re really pretty too,”

She ducks her head at this, pulling away from the cloth. “Lie,” she mutters, embarrassed.

“Hey!” you say, encouraging her head back up so you can look her in the eye. “Friends don’t lie, El. You are really pretty,”

The girl runs an insecure hand over her scalp, but doesn’t duck her head again.

“So what if you don’t have any hair right now? It just means everyone can see your pretty eyes better,” You say, repeating a line your mom once told you when you accidentally cut your bangs too short. “Besides, hair grows back, kiddo. In fact, I know in the future, you have lovely curly hair,”

“Really?” she asks, wide eyed.

“Really,” you confirm. “Now stay still, I haven’t cleaned behind your ears,”

—

You wake up with visions of the demogorgon still haunting your mind, and a cramp in your mostly healed leg. You had given El your bed and slept curled up in your armchair. You limp over to the toaster and put in some eggos for you both.

“Hurt?” El asks, making you jump. She is peeking her head through the bedroom door which you had left open through the night.

“Uh, yeah. The demogorgon hurt me.”

“When?”

“Tuesday. The same day Mike spent the day with you and you saw the picture of Will.”

“Mike…”

“You’re gonna see him again today, kiddo. In fact, he’s gonna need your help. You remember the mouthbreathers from the middle school?”

She gets a mischievous smile as she thinks back to that day, giving you a nod.

“Well, they’re going to try and hurt Mike and Dustin. You’ll need to use your powers to save them.”

“Use powers?” She says, her eyes suddenly filling with doubt and fear. The toaster pops and you lead her to the table, handing her the plate of waffles.

“Your powers aren’t bad, El. You can use them to hurt people, yes, but you can also use them to help. And Mike will need your help today,”

—

You walk Eleven back to the woods, and show her where she can hide near the quarry until the time is right.

“Okay, today will be a little intense, so I need you to listen, alright? After you’ve helped Mike and Dustin you can stop by Mike’s house to resupply but you need to leave as soon as you can, okay? Your papa is going to come looking for you.”

“Papa?” El gasps, shoulders tensing, and you can’t help but wrap her in your arms once more.

“Yeah. But I promise we’re all going to do everything we can to keep him away from you, okay? Just make sure Mike and Dustin leave the house really quickly,”

“Okay,” she nods.

You lean back so you can look into her eyes. “I’ll meet up with you later today, alright? I promise. But you need to help Mike and Dustin on your own first.”

“You go where?”

“I need to go help some other people now, and then we’re all going to meet up together, alright? I will see you later.”

“You promise,” she states.

“That’s right, I do,” You smile at her, giving her one last hug before leaving her in her hiding place. As much as it kills you to leave her, she needs to do this on her own. The situation with Lucas has knocked her confidence. She needs to know that her powers can do good.

—

Your trek over to the police station takes you through town. In the parking lot of the furniture store, you spot a familiar looking car, with a familiar looking boy sulking while sat on the hood. You look at the town clock—do you have time for this? Just because Steve was one of your favourite characters, doesn’t mean you can ignore your responsibilities every time you see him- you need to be at the police station pretty soon. You look over again at the dejected figure, who seems to be making a tremendous effort to try and fade out of existence.

God damn it.

“Steve!” you call out, jogging over. “You look like hell,”

He stays quiet for long enough that it starts to worry you. He just holds his rapidly warming can of soda to his face and stares at the ground. Eventually, you hop up onto the hood of his car next to him, and sit in silence until he’s ready.

“I think I fucked up,” he eventually says.

“Want to talk about it?” you ask, gently.

“No. I just want—” he breaks off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I just- do you ever wish you were someone else? Like, a completely different person? I don’t know. It’s stupid,”

“It’s not stupid, I get it. Like you could just wipe the slate clean and start over, right?”

“Exactly,” he turns to you, finally making eye contact. His face looks even worse up close. “I just think I’ve fucked this all up, y’know? And if I were a different person, I could do it all differently. Do it better,”

“Why can’t you things differently while still being you?” you ask, encouraging him to get to the root of what he’s saying.

“Because! I’m me and everyone knows me. Everyone knows who Steve Harrington is,” He says his own name with venom.

“And who is Steve Harrington?”

He goes quiet again before responding. “An asshole.”

God he makes your heart break sometimes. You shuffle closer to him on the hood so you can lean into his shoulder. He always seemed like a touchy person on the show, and you hope that it will help ground him. The way he sags into your side seems to prove you right.

“I’ll admit,” You start, “You’ve done some pretty asshole-ish things. Was the graffiti on the marquee you?”

“Tommy,” He replies, “But I agreed. I had him stand on my shoulders so he could do it,”

“That sucks. I bet that really hurt Nancy.”

“Just because someone hurts me, I don’t have to hurt them back twice as bad, right?” he mutters darkly.

“Right,” you respond, a little surprised that he remembered what you said. “So what are you doing to fix it?”

“What?”

“You say you’re an asshole, but you’re just a person. A person who is making asshole-ish actions maybe—” you nudge him with a smirk and are happy to see him crack a little smile back, “—but you can choose to be different whenever you like.”

“It's not that easy!”

“It really, really is.” You put every ounce of sincerity you can manage into your words, watching Steve consider them. He fusses with his hair anxiously, hesitation lingering around him.

“People will- they’ll say things.”

“People like… Tommy and Carol?”

He hesitates another moment, then nods.

“Fuck Tommy and Carol!” you say, making him burst into a shocked laugh. “Who cares what those two miserable bitches think. Don’t let them drag you down with them.”

“They’re my only real friends…” Steve all but whispers, as if it's a shameful secret.

“They don’t seem like very ‘real’ friends to me,” you say firmly. “I’ve never had many friends either. I know it's scary to turn your back on them, but you’ll make more friends. Better friends,”

“You never had many friends?” Steve stares at you, aghast.

“Not the point I was trying to make, but yeah. I was alone for most of school.”

“But, why? You’re so nice,”

“I was bullied a lot. Most people didn’t want to be seen with me after that,”

“That’s stupid. They didn’t know what they were missing,” Steve says, with such seriousness that you almost believe it yourself.

“You’re sweet. Now stop trying to change the subject,” You shove him gently, making him laugh again. “You want to be a different person? Then make different choices.”

“I don’t know how,” he replies honestly.

“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out. But I’ll give you a hint. Spray paint is real annoying to scrub off a marquee,” You slide off the car and give him a smile. “I need to go, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Steve looks into your eyes with a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, see you around Y/n.”

—

Your conversation with Steve seems to have delayed you perfectly: from across the street you can see Hopper, Joyce, Barb, Nancy, and Jonathan bundled into the car, clearly arguing. Arguing about where the kids might be and how to find them. An argument you can put an end to.

You rap your knuckles on the window, making them all jump.

“Hey, let me in!” you call through the glass.

“Y/n?” Jonathan questions, not opening the door.

“Let her in kid, she knows everything,” Hopper says. Jonathan does and you squeeze into the already crowded backseat. “So, where are they?” he asks.

“Junkyard, but we’ll need to warn them we’re coming,” you say. Jonathan, Nancy and Barb look at you in astonishment. You’ll need to catch them up to speed.

“How are we supposed to warn them?” Joyce asks.

You pull out the walkie-talkie you took from under Will’s bed two nights ago and smile.

—

Once you’re close enough to the junkyard to be in range, you start talking. It's only you and Hopper left in the car, the others being dropped off at the Byers’ house to leave space for the kids.

“Hey. This is Y/n, from the arcade,” You speak into the walkie. “El, do you remember what I told you before I sent you to the quarry? About how we’d meet up later? I’m here with Chief Hopper. I know where you guys are and we’re heading there now. I’m not going to say where in case they can listen in, but Eleven knows that I’m telling the truth. We need you to meet with us when we call, okay? Do you copy?”

Silence. For 4, 5 seconds, then—

“This is Mike. We copy,”

You sag in relief. “See you soon, stay hidden until you hear us call, okay? And Dustin, this is not a Lando Calrissian situation!”

—

Hopper insists on you staying in the car while he takes out the three lab agents prowling the junkyard. You almost protest, but stop yourself. Those guys have real guns! You don’t have plot armor! You keep your head ducked below the dashboard until Hopper gives you a wave to let you know it’s safe.

You hop out the car and lead Hopper straight over to the abandoned school bus, knocking on the side of it.

“This is Y/n and Hopper! You’re safe to come out!” you call. The kids come scrambling out of their hiding places, looking at you and Hopper with wide, suspicious eyes.

Except for El. She immediately runs up to you, before awkwardly stopping. She looks up at you, looks at your arms, and shifts in place. Oh. She wants a hug.

You crouch down and wrap her in your arms, hearing her exhale in relief.

“You promised,” she says.

“I did. Me and the Chief are here to take you guys somewhere safe,” you say. “Well… safer, at least.”

“How do you know El?” Mike squares up with you, eyes narrowed.

“And how did you know about Lando?” Dustin adds, as if that is of equal importance.

You turn to Mike. “Where do you think she slept last night? I fetched her from the woods and we had a lovely girl’s night.”

Mike looks abashed, knowing he was the one who scared her off into the woods.

You turn to Dustin. “That one is a little harder to explain. Come on, we’ll talk back at the house,”

—

“So you’re from the future?” Dustin shouts in excitement.

“More like a parallel universe? But kind of, yeah.” you reply.

“Do we have flying cars yet?”

“No.”

“A Mars colony?”

“No.”

“Holograms?”

“No.”

“What about—”

“Enough!” Hopper yells, silencing the room. “Now that we’re all on the same page, what do we do next?” he asks, making everyone stare at you.

“Well… in the show El tries to contact Will here, but doesn’t have enough power. So everyone goes to the middle school to make a sensory deprivation bath to help her,”

“Why the middle school?” Lucas asks.

“We need the de-icing salt to make the water buoyant enough. You filled the Byers’ old kiddie pool,” At your words, Joyce leaves the room to go fetch it.

“Why do we even need to do this? Can’t you just tell us where he is?” Jonathan asks, frustrated. He hasn’t made full eye contact with you since you admitted you knew Will was going to be taken, hands clenched by his side.

“He was eventually found at the library in the version of the story I know. But do we know if that’s changed? If I tell you to go to the library and I’m wrong, you could get killed by the demogorgon before you ever reach him. We need to be sure.” you say firmly.

Glancing at Barb, you continue: “Besides, I’ve made changes in this world. I don’t know if that will change where he’s found.”

“What kind of changes?” Nancy asks.

You had tidily avoided mentioning your interference with Barb’s death in your original recap, focusing on Will’s disappearance and how you knew about it, but you suppose you were going to have to answer this question eventually.

“Barbara,” you say, looking at her cautiously. “You were going to be attacked by the demogorgon that night at Steve’s house, by the pool. I lured it away.”

“Attacked…” Barb repeats, sensing the hidden meaning in your words. You give her a guilty half-smile.

“You fought that thing?” Dustin asks, wide eyed.

“Less ‘fought’ and more ‘biked away from it while crying’, but yeah,” you respond, ducking your head.

“She told me about why Lonnie was really here, too,” Joyce adds, throwing down the old kiddie pool and rejoining the group. “Helped me find his damn lawyer pamphlet so I could kick him out after the wake.”

“Lawyer pamphlet?” Jonathan repeats.

Joyce looks at him guiltily. “He wanted to sue the quarry. That’s why he came back,”

Jonathan ducks his head, hiding his anger, and you watch Nancy place a hand on his back in comfort.

“We need to move, we have the pool. Let's go,” Hopper says, making everyone stand up and herd into the various cars.

You end up in a car with most of the kids and Hopper. El stays stuck to your side, and Mike stays stuck to hers. Dustin and Lucas have a brief argument over who else gets to ride with you before Hopper yells at them to hurry up and Dustin scurries off in defeat.

“You guys ever wanted to break into your middle school?” You turn back in your seat to ask them, making the boys’ eyes light up.

—

At the school, Barb pulls you away from the group. You’re on the hunt for duct tape to help black-out some goggles that Joyce had found in the science room.

“So… I’m supposed to be dead,” she starts as she leads you towards a maintenance closet.

“That’s what happens in the show.” you say nervously, unsure of where she might be going with this.

“How does it happen?” she asks.

“I’m not sure if I should-”

“Just tell me,” she says bluntly, cutting you off and staring you down.

You sigh. “Nancy and Steve go upstairs to dry off after jumping in the pool. You say you’re not having fun, Nancy tells you to leave. You go out and sit by the pool and the blood from where you cut yourself attracts the demogorgon. It drags you to the Upside Down and you’re dead within minutes.”

It’s not a fun story to tell.

“Just like that?” Barb asks.

“Just like that,” You confirm. “Nancy goes off the deep end trying to get answers. She investigates the woods, she talks to the police, she does everything she can to try and find you. In the show, El isn’t just in the bath to try and contact Will. She tries to contact you, too,”

“But I’m dead,” Barb concludes, clearly upset. “How come Will can be saved but I can’t?”

“I don’t know. The demogorgon kills most of the people it takes. Will just got lucky,”

“So it isn’t just me?”

“What do you mean?”

“It isn’t just me that gets killed. I’m not the only one who couldn’t survive it,”

Ah. That’s what this is about. You stop walking and face her properly.

“Barb, this thing is a killing machine. The fact that Will has survived this long is the exception, not the rule. Two hunters, Dale and Henry, were killed by this thing a few days ago. Two grown men, probably both armed, and they couldn’t fight this thing. You’re not weak for dying to it.”

She sighs and leans against the corridor wall.

“I saw it. That night when I was meant to die. I was getting into my car when I felt like something was watching me. It made my lights go out, chased me along the side of the road for almost a mile,” she stops and chokes a breath, trying to calm down. “I was so scared, I was crying but I didn’t want to pull over in case it caught up,”

She puts her head in her hands, taking deep breaths. You put a hand on her arm in comfort.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this,” she says. “Knowing that that thing is out there. I’m not even supposed to be here, how am I supposed to help?”

“If it helps, I’m not supposed to be here either,” you murmur, at a loss on what to say.

She huffs out a bitter laugh. “Why didn’t you just run?” she asks. “You could have just kept your head down and not gotten involved, no one would blame you,”

“The same reason you’re not running, I suppose,” you reply quietly.

The two of you stare at each other for several moments, before she gives you a nod and continues walking down the hall to the maintenance closet.

“Are you coming?” she calls over her shoulder to you.

You jog to catch up, feeling like you’ve achieved a kinship with the girl.

#I hope you enjoy! I really liked the scenes with Steve and El in this chap #honey you're familiar #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #x reader

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Bitter, Had the Heart

DC x DP crossover

TW: Mentions of neglect, Abuse, Death. graphic depictions of violence and wounds

Chapter 2: Jason Todd Accidentally Adopts a puppy(That’s definitely not a child)

First Chapter & Ao3 Linked at the bottom of the chapter

Jason had met Distortion in an interesting way. Anyone who had met or interacted with the guy could say that. He himself was an interesting person. Mysterious mostly.

Another person infected by the pits.

Distortion was young. Younger and more skilled than even most who worked for him on the streets. He held himself like a king with smirks and sarcasm hiding his true emotions. He was silly and he was fun and it gave Jason’s heart a ping through the years they had known each other.

Distortion first showed up in Jason’s life 3 years ago sitting the stupidest way on his chair. Head hanging. Goggles covering his eyes on a cracked and broken iPhone. Feet draped over the top. He was also bleeding… a lot.

Blood mixed with the murky pit water green that haunted his vision. He was delirious having given himself apparently the remains of a morphine shot to deal with the pain so he could even get there.

He looked so young and helpless even as he sat up walking over to talk to the gang leader, and promptly dropped in front of Jason unable to hold himself up any longer.

“I need your help…” he whispered. He didn’t have a mask on then… his teeth stained with blood as he weakly smiled in Jason’s arms. “You’re the only one who could ever help me… another Revenant.”

The aching pool of anger in his soul had been quiet that day. It was quiet a lot of the days Distortion was around . Whatever pit waters flowing through Distortion’s veins existed thick enough to Calm Jason’s torrential waves. Jason didn’t mind when he was around because of this.

“Kid you’re…”

“Dying? Tell me about it, if we can,”a wet cough escapes his lips as the blood hits Jason’s shirt. “If we can cauterize the wound I can explain it better but—“

“You need to live first.”

Cue a shaky nod.

And Distortion did explain. He explained a lot.

“What you and I are? Different but similar made from two different types of the same substance. You were made from stuff that’s been far too corrupted. An unfiltered and dirty substance and I was made from the stuff straight from the tap, pure, filtered.”

He had promptly passed out though and Jason left him on his couch. His employees wouldn’t ask about the ungodly screams they heard in his office as they cauterize the wound. Or the amount of water and snacks he would bring up in the following days and weeks of Jason slowly forming an attachment to the kid. He healed faster than most would have, only proving his point of them being two sides of the same coin. Opposites but the same really. Both pit children. Distortion never said the word pit. He didn’t like to talk about it too much except when it became necessary too.

At first their relationship was simple. Distortion owed Jason for saving him, and hiding him. Jason, for once, insisted it was fine, but the masked man stuck around. It was a slow thing at first. Dis insisted on supervising deliveries when Jason was busy. Then keeping an eye out for members he saw on Jason’s desk reporting to him when he saw them. He soon became a consistent part of his daily life and operations.

It came at a cost for Dis though, and Jason knew it. When the bats came around he disappeared only coming back two days later exactly. He kept under the radar. His smiley bright personality was a beacon of good in Jason’s life for the first 6 months of their partnership. He turned a blind eye to Jason’s murdering and questionable actions at times. Not that he did it too much any more. It was partly a deal for keeping Bruce off of his back.

“Don’t you have school?”Jason finally had asked after month six of the teen always hanging around. The kid was laying at the very top of a huge stack of crates and boxes in Jason’s main warehouse and office. Most of it was mundane supplies. Dis was reading a novel. One namely Jason had given him to read to get the kid to leave him alone for a few hours knowing the kid would eventually get bored.

“Nope,”Dis popped his P on his words and rolled over to look down at him setting the book off to the side. “I don’t exist. I died.”

“Right..”Jason had sighed and rubbed his forehead. Mask on his face. He opted for the mask rather than the helmet when doing mundane tasks around his office. If he needed to go out with the bats he could more than likely end up having to put it on.

“Do you want too? You know? Finish school. Go to college?” Jason asked, looking up at the kid who climbed down with far more speed than a normal human jumping and doing a flip to get off the last bit. He was fast, even comparatively to Damian or Dick.

“I like doing this. Keeping an eye out on things that I need too.”

“You never told me what you’re keeping an eye out for Dis. If you tell me, I can help you.”

A solid frown settling into his face.

“I can’t bother you with it.”

“Kid, yes you can. You and I have to stick together, you know that.”

“I don’t have too. I could leave at any time I wanted too.” A frown settling across his face slowly.

“You can and you do. You know I never ask questions. I never press you for anything you never wanna tell me, but you’re a fucking teenage. You should be going to school and studying. I have a program you can join. I can get you a fake identity. No one will be any the wiser.” Except the bats, but he would do anything to make sure Dis stayed far far under their radar. He’d been managing it for months, and he could continue doing it as long as necessary.

“But I should be here to help you. Keep an eye out for you. To-to look out for the entire reason I can’t leave!”

“You can leave Dis. You can leave anytime you want to.”

“I don’t- I can’t!”The kid exclaimed. Now Jason was confused. The kid couldn’t leave despite just saying he could. Maybe he knew he could leave Jason, but when where couldn’t he leave from?

“I would much prefer you stay close Dis.. if I’m being honest.” A quiet moment of realness. It wasn’t that much of a surprise that Jason had gotten attached. It seemed to trigger something in Distortion that night though.

“I don’t have a choice in that matter, Hood!” He had exclaimed back and looking back on that night two and a half years ago maybe Dis had been revealing so much to him but he couldn’t see it. He was trying to help Dis and all Dis was giving him was attitude.

“I can’t just leave Gotham like you! I can’t just go off and do research in this city. All my answers lie in this cursed city, her streets winding and painful and blood soaked and never giving me anything useful!”

“She gave you me..” Jason had admitted whole heartedly maybe more sentimental than he had meant for it too. ‘She gave you this friendship we share. Our connection. Only we can relate to each other. If we separate, where does that leave us, alone? Again?”

“I’ve been operating alone, Hood, for longer than you know.”

“And so have I?! I enjoy your company. Is that too much to ask that I want to make sure you’re cared for and have all the options for success? I’ve always treated you as a fucking equal, yet now I see you’re nothing more than a child.”

“And you’re nothing more than a fool who can’t see the obvious in front of him.”

“Fine. You don’t want to take up my offer of school, you don’t want to talk to me? Like an adult? I want to help you Dis. You know I do. I want to see you succeed and find whatever it is you’re looking for. Whatever it is you’re patiently waiting for it to happen, but if you’re not going to treat me as an equal back then we have nothing more to say to each other Dis.” Hood had gone too far and even he had realized that. He had been a mentor to this kid. He had let the kid look up to him and now that kid was seeing his mentor betray him. A feeling far too reminiscent of his own past for his liking.

It re-awoke the pit lingering in his soul again. That anger was back.

“Good bye, Hood.”

“Dis… I’m sorry.”

“No. You’re right. I’m a child.” Dis looked up at Hood. For a second the man thought he could see piercing angry and broken blue eyes behind his goggles. A familiar look. And he left the building the door slamming behind him. He cared far more for that kid than he cared to admit.

Even the bats had noticed his anger return. They had questioned him about it but he had explained he had it handled and not to worry. Dick had confronted him about away from everyone too asking if he had been in a relationship but even he couldn’t hide everything from his eldest brother. Dick could see through him. Even if he saw it the wrong way. Jason moved on. He had no choice.

But the thing with Dis was that he had shitty timing. Shitty and meaningly timing lined up with stupid puns that made you snort and sarcasm that left you unable to breath from laughter. So as Jason stepped into one of his safehouses mask off completely having just gotten out from a fight that for sure broke one of his ribs and even had the bats called. He called them and then bolted. Let the batman and the demon handle that one. Not under his supervision. They didn’t have to know he had even been there at all.

He had realized he was not alone. Met with the heart wrenching scene of a much more worn Dis. The man was pale. Paler than last time which he hadn’t even known was possible. The man leaned against the wall with a tray in front of him a bullet sitting neatly in it. Hands shaking pretty badly blood pooling around him.

“Shit,”he whispers out with a smile across his face. “Hiya Hood.”

And Jason’s heart shatters. He goes on autopilot running to his bathroom and grabbing the rest of his emergency first aid kneeling next to Dis. The man pulls his goggles off of his head and throws them to the side and Jason could feel his heart drop. He was so tired. Deep circles sat under Dis’ eyes. An all too familiar blue staring back at Jason.

“What, you had your mask off it’s only fair.” If Dis hadn’t had that stupid ability to calm the Pit inside of him he would already be wanting to go off and kill whatever or whoever it was that decided to fuck with one of his own. His Dis. His bro--

“Have I ever told you about my past at all?”A nervous chuckle escapes from his lips.

“Dis, I swear to fucking god you’re not dying today.”He hisses getting the others familair branded jacket off of him and lifting the black shirt up a bit to see the extent of the damage. This was not good. 4 bullet holes. He leaned him forwards. Only one exit wound. Dis had managed to get one out by himself but that left two more inside of him.

“I know… maybe. I don’t even know if I can die, right?” A slow deep breath from the kid as he seemed to debate on taking another. On if he wanted to take another or if he wanted to just give up then and there.

“Trust me your pulse says otherwise kid,”Jason hisses and moved to lay Dis on the floor grabbing a pillow from his couch to put under his couch. “Talk to me. What about your past did you want to tell me?”

“I died by electrocution, you know? I have the lichtenberg scars and everything. It was a lab accident.”

“Sounds not much more pleasant than mine. I was beaten to death with a crowbar,”Jason admits just trying to keep him talking. His shirt rolled up, he poured the disinfectant alcohol over a pair of tweezers. “Keep talking Distortion.”

“I was 13 about to turn 14 when my parents-- their experiment failed and fuck I was so dumb and my friends convinced me to go inside of it, and it turned on with me inside,”A sob escaped his lips as Jason forced the tweezers in his abdomen and Danny grit his teeth letting out a cry. “And now I can’t even go home to tell them how much I was sorry I was gone for so long.”

“You never left Gotham.”

“I can’t.”

“Dis…”

“If I’m going to die someone needs to know my name. The ancients will come for me eventually right? I’ll be a ghost… i'm in their hands at that point.”

“You’re not going to die Dis--”

“My name is Danny.”

Jason found the bullet pulling it out and setting it in the tray. The kid was crying. Jason moved to get the other one out. Talking. Wait yes. Talking. Keep the kid talking.

“Nice to meet you Danny… I’m Jason.”

He went to the other bullet causing the other to cry out in pain again ice spreading around them catching him off guard. He barely had time to get the bullet out before things wanted to ice over. The temperature in the room plummeted. Even for a meta Danny’s pain tolerance was high. It showed just how much he had grown accustomed to the streets.

“You’re a meta?” Jason asks softly making sure there was no malice in his voice. A weak laugh escaped Danny’s lips panting in pain. A tear slipping down his cheek.

“Yeah, sorry. Forgot to mention that, I got cold feet you know?”

Jason snorted. There he was. There was his kid. He was bad at puns ,but… Danny needed something to cling too. He continued to talk, and the more he did, the more his heart broke. Danny apparently had had two friends named Sam and Tucker. They were his ride or die. He told Jason of his sister who protected him and practically raised him amongst their household of neglectful and abusive parents who barely fed or paid them any mind. Jason was glad he had gotten away. When Jason had asked about that Danny had gone quiet. He stitched Danny up and had him drink water and have a snack. He treated Danny’s smaller wounds. A broken rid or two and his arm had been fractured from what Jason could tell.

Their relationship had gotten much better…

Jason had nursed his own broken ribs as he spent the next few weeks taking care of the kid. The man being in and out of consciousness for the next week and a half. A few times Jason wasn’t sure he was going to make it.

Even as he healed though Jason realized just how sickly he looked. Those dark circles never went away. His skin remained pale. He remained looking sickly. Jason had asked him about that too but he brushed it off like it was nothing. He wouldn’t find out the truth for another few months.

The two lived separately as the next year passed. Jason privately funding Danny’s college at Gotham U. The man acting on his own and doing what he wanted.

“You’re getting too close Danny.”

“You’re being overbearing again Jason,”Danny stuck his tongue out at the older man reading a text book while laying on the couch. The laptop playing a podcast going on about something from space. Jason threw his phone on top of the book. The texts between his brother and the bats on the screen showing the texts from Tim.

“Okay so I got seen I got caught! They didn’t track me. They’re not going to find me. I won’t let them.”

Jason tried not to notice how sickly he had grown. Lessened appetite. Sunken in cheeks. Dark circles, always tired. Always just exhausted. The young adult was pushing himself and he was getting sicker. Prone to getting fevers that were especially dangerous for the ice meta. One time Jason had to throw Danny in the river to get him to cool down enough in the middle of winter because he couldn’t get ice to the apartment much faster. It was what worked, he guessed.

“You’re my underling to them Danny! I’ve kept you under their radar for 3 fucking years!” Jason poked fun at him as he moved to make food for them both. They had a habit of forgetting but Jason and Danny had dinner once a month at the very least. More common than Jason would go see his actual family. They tended to stop by unannounced which was why Jason and Danny always had their dinners at Danny’s place which was right past Crime Alley. Leaving was the main thing he normally had to keep an eye out for. “Do you want to stay hidden or not?!”

Jason’s eyes scanned across Danny’s apartment. College textbooks scattered around the area. The TV didn’t work so he had gotten rid of it ages ago replacing it with a desk with his laptop on top. Maps of the stars were painted on the walls haphazardly. A topic Danny seemed to enjoy and he enjoyed listening to him talk about in the first place. It was like watching the kid light up. A sharp cough and Danny rubbing his chest told Jason one thing was for sure.

“Taking your medicine?”Jason asked despite knowing the answer as he opened the medicine cabinet where the mostly filled container sat.

“Uhhh… yeah. I did.”

“Liar.”

“Nosey bitch.”

“Says you.”

Danny flipped him off as he caught the container that was thrown at him giving him a final sticking out of his tongue. Danny opened the container pulling out the pill making eye contact with Jason before popping it into his mouth and swallowing.

“You’re like trying to get a child to take their vitamins I swear to god,”Jason rolled his eyes as Danny threw the container back at him. Jason had convinced the man to take some sort of medicine for his shitty body. Danny refused a doctor and all of those tests so they had to make due. Danny took a lot of medicine overall. Some anti-anxiety medication, depression meds(that jason may or may not have been supposed to be taking), as well as some medicine to help with his heart. His heart acted up a lot and it gave Danny a lot of issues in school. Jason swore it wasn’t just his meta powers affecting the man. His heart also didn’t help his already naturally cold body.

“Nah this is easier than you trying to get me to read a classic novel.”

“They’re good Danny.”

“They’re old Jason,”Danny replied snapping his own textbook shut. Jason catching glimpse of the cover.

“Reading up on the transdimensional portal theory?”he chuckles.

“It’s interesting, okay! Didn’t that one dude, what’s his name apart of the super hero girl scout club thingy? He runs really fast?” God did Jason love this kid.

“You mean Flash.”

“YEAH HIM! Didn’t he manage to do it once?” Maybe one day Jason could introduce Danny to his family. One day when Danny wasn’t investigating a very serious murder. One day when he wasn’t so sickly. He also just wanted Danny to look the justice league in the face and mis-name them all. The kid recognized no one. Even now he’d never been out of the city and rather didn’t care for anything outside of it anyways. Jason tried to take him to Bludhaven once and still, to no avail.

“I think so,”Jason grabbed a pan and began to cook the impossible meat for their tacos. He moved to cut some tacos and other vegetables. Was that a fucking batarang?

“Did you get attacked by one of the Bats when you ran into them?!?!” Jason exclaimed looking over at Danny.

“Uhhhhh… no?”

“Danny!”

“I’m fine just hit me in the leg!”

“Let me see it you dumb fuck.”

“Bitch.”

“I’m the one taking care of you!”

“Ancients your worse than Jazz,”he groaned moving to set his hand on the table rolling up his pants to show a neatly wrapped wound that was bleeding through. Cue a groan from Jason as he walked over sitting on the coffee table and moving Danny’s leg into his lap as he unwrapped it to double check the wound. He knew Danny could take care of himself. That was an unspoken rule with how injured he constantly got. Like he was used to fighting a different way than he currently did.

The wound was a clean cut and Danny had already seemed to clean around it at some point. It helped that all of the bats kept their batarangs sharp so he was thankfully for that. “This needs stitches Danny…”

“It’s not that bad,”Danny tried to move to rewrap the wound but Jason stopped him giving him a dangerous look and Danny’s hands went up.

“Okay fine.” He leaned back arms crossed. Jason could tell he was a little upset. He got up being gentle with his leg setting it off to the side going for Danny’s first aid kit and moving to get to work on sewing the wound shut. Danny flinched and occasionally made a small noise of discomfort but he handled it well.

“Wanna talk about that case of yours since I’m going to be covering your ass until forever if you don’t lay the fuck, low.” A mild threat.

“15 bodies! 15! The oldest dating back to when we first met in Gotham. They were slow at first you know? Only 2 murders the first year, each one more gruesome than the last. 5 the second year and now on year 3 and we have 8 within the first 6 months. These numbers? They’re only going to grow.”

“Each one with the same traits. Missing heart. Tortured victims. Ghost Speak on the walls.” A defining indifference between when. Danny constantly joked he was far closer to being dead than alive with Jason. He just a ‘hop skip and a jump’ away or really Danny’s favorite line he just had to jump 2 times ‘till he was among the dead and maybe do a little cha cha real smooth on his way over. Danny knew ghost speak. Was fluent in reading, writing, and speaking it but he wasn’t far enough over to the dead side to automatically know it. Danny’d been teaching him though.

“And an occasional missing kidney that someone wanted for a snack,” Jason clarified having heard the details of this case 20 times over.

“The ghost speak is the same every time,”he groaned as Jason hit a particularly harsh part of the stitching. “Belong, to live, to die, again, trust not the living friend.”

“That’s so cryptic.”

“You’re telling me I’ve been staring at it in my notes for 3 years.”

“You can’t leave the city until you solve the case?”

“I refuse to leave the city until I solve this case,”Danny clarified.

“Then you’ll continue to work on college, besides I like our monthly dinners.”

“You’re acting like I wouldn’t come back?”

“Wouldn’t you? You’ve known this place and only this place for a while. I wouldn’t shame you for not wanting to spend a second more here.”

“I don’t think I could stay away from Gotham even if I tired,”Danny shrugged. “She has a way of drawing people who need to be here back.”

“So any hints on who’s doing these murders?”

“Someone who knows Ghost Speech?”

“Wow, what a lead. I know you have more than that, come on.”

“They’re leaving trace amounts of ectoplasm around so they’re either a revenant like you and I,”a lie. He had known the kid had been lying saying he was a revenant. He was something more really. Even Jason could pick that up, but if the kid didn’t wanna tell him he sure as hell wasn’t going to pry.

“And your final theory?”

“It’s a ghost. A powerful one that’s making Gotham it’s haunt, but Gotham only has so much ectoplasm to go around you know? And I mean I—“he cut himself off.

“And you?”

“And I know that getting the pure shit is hard as fuck. This shit is pure,”he reaches across to grab a vile on the table. Uncorking it and giving it a swirl. “Hard to find in this area especially. So he must have either a portal or something to keep himself together, he’ll need something to sustain himself with especially with how powerful he is if he’s showing up and doing this much damage.”

“Can you take care of it alone?”

“In this state? No.”

“Danny you have been saying you haven’t been on your full power for years. You need help, more than just I alone can offer. Do you want to take a risk?”

“… what is it.” Jason finished wrapping his leg going to to check on the food taking a deep breath.

“What if we finally make you known to the bats. It’ll drive Red Robin insane he hadn’t noticed you sneaking around for such a long time and on top of that you knowing more about his case than he does. Just Nightwing and Red Robin and then we can reveal to B and Robin and the rest of them at a later date.”

“You just want to see my entire existence fuck with the bats don’t you?”

“Maybe, besides.. they have resources maybe we can talk to them about your condition Danny. On top of all their resources and meta resources available. They even have connections to those in the mystic field if it is a Ghost.”

“No. I’ll work with them. They do not get to know about my heart. It isn’t a problem in the field, and we’re not bringing in JL Dark.” Weird. Jason never mentioned the groups name. How did he know about Dark?

“Admit it, your heart is dying you fucking need surgery Danny!”

“I’m fine,” a low growl escaped Danny’s throat.

“No you’re not! We are just praying this medicine is working and the more you use your abilities the more strain it puts on you as a whole let alone on your heart! You keep using them and you’ll be dead.”The cold green eyes glare caught his attention and Jason knew to back off as he finished their food. Push Danny too far and it would trigger his abilities even more and while Jason wouldn’t be affected who knows how thick the ice would be across the apartment. He set tacos in front of him to distract them as they put on some cheesy book movie, Pride and prejudice. Well Jason didn’t have think it was cheesy, Danny on the other hand? Thought it was dumb as all hell. He put up with it because Jason asked him too. A sign He wasn’t that mad at the elder.

The night was quiet after that. Maybe Jason had pushed a little too far. He opened his phone after Danny had passed out on his shoulder shooting a text to the group chat between him, Dick and Tim.

Little Wing is Online🟢

Little Wing: I have a friend who says he’s willing to finally meet you guys

Tim’s reply was almost instantaneous.

Baby Bird is Online 🟢

Baby Bird: Is it distortion?

Little Wing: The one and only.

Big Bird: Who is that?

Baby Bird: Do you ever go offline Greyson?

Big Bird: Bold of you to assume I sleep

Baby Bird: And you think I do?

Big Bird: Touchè; anyways who are we meeting?

Baby Bird: A new vigilante

Big Bird: ohhhh, when and where Little Wing!

Little Wing: Friday. Midnight, my warehouse. Bats doesn’t find out yet. He’s hesitant about even meeting you.

Big Bird: Wait who is Distortion exactly and why are we meeting him?

Baby Bird: How were you ever a Robin?

Big Bird: My charms 💅💅💅💅

Little Wing has gone Offline 🔴

Big Bird: NOOOOOOO BABY BRO COME BACK I NEED TO GET A GOOD A ROAST IN BEFORE YOU LEAVE

Baby Bird: You’ll get him next time old man.

Big Bird: YOU LITTLE

Baby Bird has gone Offline 🔴

Big Bird: ALL ALONEEEEEEEEEE

Chapter 1

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rainyweeds · 2 years ago

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A little bonding time

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ao'nung bond over the events that took place during the war with the sky people.

Contains: Violence, Character Death (Not major *cough* Neteyam), bonding, Fluff

Authors note at the end

You woke up one morning, an uneasy feeling in your chest. The last time you felt like this was when Lo'ak dragged you and the gang out to the abandoned shack in the forest. You walk out of your marui to see Jake and Neytiri knee-deep in the ocean. Jake calling out for his skimwing.

"What's going on?" You find Neteyam watching is parents get on the skimwing.

"There has been a report about a tulkun found dead." The oldest frowned. The tulkun's had just recently visited the clan to return to their spirit siblings. You stood next to Neteyam and watched as Jake and Neytiri rode away along with Tonowari, Ronal and a few other warriors.

It was a cloudy day in Awa'atlu so your daily lessons were going to be held indoors. So you, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Rotxo and the Sully children all sat in a circle in the clan leaders marui. But ever since you heard about the poor tulkun, everyone remained silent. The lesson was long forgotten.

"Who could have done such a thing." Tsireya choked, breaking the silence as tears filled her eyes. The tulkun were always peaceful creatures. Never hurting other creatures or na'vi. You quickly pulled the crying girl into a tight hug.

The horn blows, indicating everyone had returned. All of you ran out of the marui to meet up with the survey group. Except when you saw them, everyone was sullen, Ronal especially. Her eyes were puffy and she was shaking.

Everyone had gathered around each other, around Tonowari and Ronal. You stood beside Tsireya, holding her close.

"My spirit sister and her baby were killed!" Ronal growls. Everyone began shouting in anger.

"This war has come! Through the hunting of our tulkun!" Tonowari continues. "We must fight back!" The crowd began to rile up. Jake quickly trying to defuse the situation.

"You need to tell your tulkun to leave." He pressed. You knew exactly who was behind this. Judging by the device Neteyam was holding in his hand, you could only assume that it was those awful people you met back at the abandoned shack. They somehow found out that Jake and his family were hiding on an island with a clan, and they were determined to kill him.

You watched at Jake held the device in the air, explaining how the sky people will stop at nothing to get what they want. How they forced the Omatikaya people to leave their home tree. He proceeded to tell them that if they didn't warn the tulkun, they would die.

There was a silent pause. Tonawari took a deep breath before turning to a nearby warrior. "Tell the tulkun." Everyone began calling for their skimwings, going to find their spirit sibling to warn them. You watch as Lo'ak slips away from the crowd, heading to the ilu docks. Neteyam seemed to have the same idea as you because the two of you quickly went to follow him.

"Where are you going?" You finally catch up to him. Lo'ak already has the saddle on his ilu, ready to leave.

"I have to warn Payakan." He doesn't bother looking up. Was Payakan the creature who brought Lo'ak back that night? He must be.

"No way you're running off now." Neteyam steps forward. "You've got to keep your skxawng ass here." The two brothers begin fighting, hurtful words being thrown out, mostly from Lo'ak. In the end, Lo'ak still manages to hop onto his ilu and swim away.

"We have to follow him!" You call your ilu. Everyone gets on their ilu and you swim out to follow the youngest Sully boy.

You are way out past the reef by now, closer to the Three Brothers Rock. Lo'ak calls out for Payakan and you see the creature swim up to the surface. So this is the tulkun that allegedly killed many na'vi and fellow tulkun. When you all swim closer, you see the same device that Jake had stuck in the tulkun's side.

"Help me pull it out!" Lo'ak grabs the blinking device and pulls. Neteyam joins his brother and pulls everyone else up to help. Everyone pulls as hard as you can but the device is not moving. You look up to see something coming closer.

"Guys! A demon ship!" You yell. By now, Neteyam was on his ilu with a rope attached to the saddle hoping to wedge the device free. "Hurry! It's getting closer!"

The device is finally pulled free, falling into the water. Everyone gets back onto their ilus and quickly dives under water. But not before Neteyam can grab the device and swim in the other direction of the group. "I'll distract them." He says. You quickly dive underwater, hiding amongst the plants.

The ship behind you begins to send out small machines into the water to chase after you. Ao'nung quickly leads all of you into a bunch of plants for coverage. Your ilus allowed for quick movements around the large plants, creating space between you and the sky people.

You weave through the water before stopping in front of a sky ship. One of its robotic arms reaches out to grab you, grabbing onto your ilus tail. You break your bond, allowing it to free itself and swim away.

Before it could reach you, Ao'nung grabs your wrist and pulls you away. He pulls you onto his ilu, and regroups with Kiri and Rotxo inside of a plant containing a pocket of air.

"Kiri!" You grab the girl and pull her into a bone crushing hug. She returns your hug before pulling away. "Where are the others?" You only spot her and Rotxo.

"They broke off a little after we started getting chased. We need to go or they'll catch us too." The four of you quickly dove back into the water, swimming in the opposite direction as the demon ship.

You arrive back on the island before long, climbing onto shore and looking for Jake and Neytiri. You see them gearing up, grabbing their weapons and applying paint over their bodies.

"Jake!" You rush over to him. "The sky people-! They're coming!" Just as you begin explaining, there's a voice coming from the intercom around his neck.

You couldn't completely hear the muffled voice, but you were able to make out a little bit of it. They had Tuk, Lo'ak and Tsireya.

Tonowari was leading the charge alongside Jake as the remaining warriors on Awa'atlu began swimming out towards the demon ship. You were quietly getting on your ilu who had made it back safely from the prior events that took place. Everyone had already left the island, leaving you, Ao'nung, Kiri and Rotxo.

You convinced Kiri to stay behind with Rotxo to watch over the kids who were far too young to leave the island. Ao'nung had insisted on coming with you, going on about how his sister was also on the ship. The two of you quickly dove beneath the ocean surface on your ilus.

The ship was coming up in the distance, a full blown fight going on between the Metkaina and the sky people. You sneak onto the ship, looking around for any soldiers. Once the coast is clear, you begin searching for your friends.

They were on the desk tied to the railing. Nobody was watching them, all too busy fighting for their lives. You take the chance and run over to them, pulling out your knife and cutting them free. "Come on! We gotta go." You push them towards the same way you came.

One by one you begin diving into the water. You picked a gun from one of the dead soldiers nearby, ready to shoot anyone that came your way. Just as everyone was in the water, an avatar comes in from behind you, grabbing Tsireya by her queue before she can dive into the water. She lets out a scream as you turn around.

But when you look over your shoulder, you're met with the butt end of a gun. You stumble back, hitting your head on a nearby railing. Ao'nung was already climbing back onto the ship, ready to kill whoever held his sister captive. It was a dreamwalker, holding Tsireya in a headlock with a gun pressed into her temple.

"Release her." He was holding a dagger. The dreamwalker turned to point the gun at Ao'nung instead. Ready for any incoming attack from the na'vi boy.

Now fully grasping the situation at hand you lunge at the soldier, effectively making him release Tsireya. "Go!" You punch him. The two of you tossed each other around. Soon, you found yourself being overpowered by the avatar. If you couldn't beat him, the least you could do was buy time for your friends.

Ao'nung watched Tsireya dive into the water before running back to you. He tackled the man on top of you, throwing him off of you and to the other side of the deck. You scramble to your feet to pull Ao'nung away. Neither of you notices the dreamwalker coming back behind you. It wasn't until he towers over you, about to swing his gun at you.

"Move it skxawng!" Ao'nung shoves you out of the way.

He knocks the Metkayina unconscious, standing over top of him and pressing a knife to his neck. Any thoughts you previously had begin to disappear, leaving only one thought. Protect. Before you could even control yourself, you throw yourself onto the soldiers body. Using the momentum to throw him off of Ao'nung. Quickly cocking your gun and aiming, you shoot the faux na'vi.

"Come on. We have to go." You hoist the boy onto your back and run towards the water. You jump into the water, your ilu swimming to your side. You make tsaheylu and swim off, keeping an arm around Ao'nung's waist to keep him secure.

When you get back to the island, you see everyone had returned back to Awa'atlu safely. Some had minor cuts while others had more serious injuries. You quickly take Ao'nung towards the healing hut to be examined. Ronal immediately rushes over to you when she sees her son unconscious on your back.

"What happened?!" She quickly helped you lower the boy onto the ground.

"We went to save everyone." You pant, collapsing on the floor next to the Tsahik. She looks over your body before tending to her son. Ao'nung was still knocked out with blood now dripping down the side of his head.

Ronal made quick work of the injuries, cleaning the blood and patching him up. Once she was done, she stood up to go tend to other injured members of the clan. Leaving you and Ao'nung alone.

Despite being cleared to leave, you remain silent by the boys side. The feeling of adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You slowly begin to calm down as you watch the stars take their place in the sky. Finally being able to breathe properly after you make sure all of your friends were safe.

You jolt awake at the sound of wood creaking. Someone had just entered or left the hut. You look to your side and realize Ao'nung was no longer in his makeshift bed, he must've been the one to sneak out.

The night sky was illuminated by the stars. A gentle breeze blows past you. You see a figure sitting on the sand looking out into the distance. Ao'nung just watches the waves slowly roll in and therefore, isn't aware of your presence. It's not until you plop down right next to him that he snaps out of his trance.

"Hey fish lips." You settle down. Ao'nung just scoffs at your nickname for him. After the last few months that you spent on his island, you couldn't think of a more creative nickname. "Why're you out so late."

"Just thinking about how we almost died today." He says in a monotone voice. You hadn't thought about what took place earlier today. Too busy trying to help around the village.

But everything was alright now. The sky people died and the demon ship sunk to the bottom of the ocean. You're safe now. And everyone you love remains by your side.

"I heard from my mother that you dragged me all the way back to the island." Ao'nung breaks the silence.

"Yeah, and your skxawng ass was heavy." You take the opportunity to lighten the mood. "Your just lucky I'm nice."

"Well. Thank you..." The last part came out as a mumble.

"What was that? Didn't hear you." You lean in with a hand cupping your ear.

"I said thank you." He pushed you away from him. You flop sideways onto the sand, laughing. After spending so much time with someone, you begin to notice things that you didn't before. So when Ao'nung has a small smile on his face, you can tell it's a genuine one.

"It's not like I was actually going to leave you there." You say in a serious tone.

Ao'nung chuckles, looking back out into the distance. The moonlight highlighting his features. Eywa how could someone look so beautiful. You were always taught not to stare because it was rude.

But the more you looked at him, the more you fell for him.

A/N: Anyways I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this fic but I liked writing it so I hope you enjoyed reading it. I didn't want to necessarily give a whole confession scene since it's more about just you bonding and falling in love.

So thank you for reading and I hope you all have a great day/night!

#aonung x reader #aonung #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar

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sheep33hallow · 4 months ago

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Moonshine, Sunshine (SuperBat)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1053

Tags: Western AU, Batkids, Pre-relationship

Summary: The leader of the Gotham Gang doesn't take too kindly to strangers. The only reason Clark is allowed entry on their land is because he has an excuse.

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“Hello Bruce.” Clark greeted from his spot at the bottom of the stairs. He stood on the grass, being mindful of the plants their herbalist, Miss Isley recently planted.

Bruce sat in his rocking chair, whittling a chunk of wood, with a knife that looks similar to a knife set he gave Bruce a few weeks ago.

The leader of the Gotham Gang doesn't take too kindly to strangers. The only reason Clark is allowed entry on their land is because he has an excuse.

Dick waves at him from his spot on the top step.

He waves back.

“You saw the twins yesterday, Mr. Kent. Doesn't the leader of the Metropolis Misters have better things to do than to visit children he can't take care of?”

Clark chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. “Well, saving infants from a pack of bison leaves quite an impression.”

Tim comes around from him, age eight, with a basket full of eggs. “You know they call you Superman.” Tim points his thumb out like he was hitchhiking. “They won't say it to your face though. So they whisper.” He smirks at him.

“And on account of Bruce telling them not too.” Jason says, age 9, coming from the other side of Clark with a headless chicken in his hold. He chuckles when he sees Bruce frown at him. Jason walks up the stairs to show the bird to Dick, who nods.

“Good work, Jaybird.” Dick, age fourteen.

Jason lits up.

“It's unkindly. Mr. Kent has a name. No need to inflate his ego.”

“Mama told me, I was born without one.” Clark defends.

Bruce puts his tools down, and picks his black cowboy hat up that was sitting on the porch banister. “Come on, let's get your visit over with so you can leave. I don't want to keep you.”

Clark pats each boy on their head as he walks up the stairs to follow Bruce inside of the house.

Bruce’s house is the largest on the ranch. The Gotham Gang makes most of their money through selling animals, and animal furs, along with a few medicinals they've become known for.

Don't tell anyone what you saw.

Clark remembers him saying that, the first time he met Bruce. A different black hat was on his head, along the black scarf that was covering his face, no longer there, hanging on his neck.

“Easy steps. Damien is sleeping.” They bypass his son sleeping on the couch. A book hanging, looking like it's one turn of the boy's body from falling to the floor.

Clark follows Bruce on a familiar path. He's been here enough times in the last few months to visit on his own, but Bruce won't let him into the house without being supervised.

The other members of the gang have taken kindly to him, even a few have visited where he and his Gang have set up camp until they're able to buy more land. The Misters are used to moving around often, and some are still traveling while sending money back to aid in the land buying.

Some have gotten jobs in the neighboring towns, and they've gotten more horses to accommodate all of the independence more of his gang has been experiencing.

His own horse, Krypton, has been liking the trips. Harley always brushes and feeds him like he's a part of the Gotham stable.

“Here.” Bruce says. He opens the door, and sees the twins in their cribs. Helena is sleeping, but Terry has his arms up reaching for anyone. Bruce walks to one side of the crib, leaning over, he strokes Helena’s head. A soft smile as he looks at her.

Clark walks to the other side, and gleefully picks up Terry. “Hey, buddy.” He holds Terry in his arms. “I've missed you.” He looks sideways at Bruce who isn't paying him any mind. “Even though I saw you yesterday.” He whispered to the baby as if it's their own inside joke.

Terry grins at Clark and touches his face.

He never had kids of his own, and he bonded with these two after protecting them.

“Are you staying for dinner again, Mr. Kent?” Bruce reaches down, taking a sleeping Helena out of her crib. The baby whines for a moment before Bruce shushes and pats her back. “Dick killed and skinned a few animals, and he wants to try his luck feeding us all tonight.”

Surprised. “Dick can cook?” He smiles, sounding proud. “You have some fine boys, er– should I say young men on your hands.” Clark bites his lips, suddenly feeling bashful when Bruce simply looks at him.

Bruce eyes him. “You've really taken a liking to my boys. This.” His eyes squint for a moment, like he is collecting his thoughts. “You don't eventually want the twins back?” Bruce asks hesitantly.

Caught off guard. “No, never.” He stresses. “They're better off with you. I-I just like them is all, and Dick and the others are a wonderful addition to know them.”

Bruce hums. “And you're not trying to get more dirt off the Black Bat?”

“What more dirt is there? You have a nice community, and good kids. Also, all I know is rumors about the Black Bat, it doesn't mean it is all true or how it connects to you Mr. Wayne.” Clark lifts brow at him, a smirk to tease.

Bruce looks him up and down. “Alfred said you were fine people.” He said, sounding relieved. And Bruce’s shoulders seem to finally relax around him. He snuggles Helena more into his chest. “Well, I hope you'll stay. Well for Dick I mean. Tonight.” He emphasized.

Feeling a little bold. He walks closer to Bruce. “I can always stay when the youngin are asleep. I have a bottle of moonshine my friend, J’onn made.” He can smell cigars on Bruce.

“Mr. Kent.” He says, demurely. “I hope you'll take care of me if I should act unlike myself. I've been known to be weak to moonshine.” Bruce looks up at Clark, and grabs the opening of Clark's vest, tugging him closer, the twins end up bumping each other.

“Letting me know all of your weaknesses, Bruce.” He sweetly jokes. Clark licks his lips, looking at Bruce's.

“Ha.” Bruce laughs. “Not even close, farm boy.”

#batman #superman #superbat #western living #western au #cowboy au

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unreadpoppy · 1 year ago

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down by the river - Chapter 6

Raphael x Warlock!Tav

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Warning: The very end of this chapter gets slighlty dark.

A/N: No Raphael in this chapter, I'm afraid.

Chapter 5

The following days had been better. The group had interacted more with the tieflings of the Grove, understanding why they were refugees. Tav was intent on finding a way to solve the conflict between them and the druids without much bloodshed.

Sha took time to learn about their lives. Bex and Dannis had plans of getting married, having their own house. Rolan would become a wizard, and Mol would probably expand her gang operation. Tav’s heart ached when she thought of the children, growing up in a hostile environment, without a home to call their own. Hells, if it wasn’t for Tav’s intervention, Arabella could have been killed.

Tav tried to distract herself by interacting more with her companions. She introduced Karlach to Dammon, who offered a solution to her engine, so they had that to look forward to. Shadowheart had confided in Tav her fear of wolves, and the leader gave Wyll a few tips on how to care for his new horns. He wondered how she knew so much about it, but Tav kept that to herself.

As they walked around the place, the sound of music picked up Tav’s ears. The walked up a hill and saw a young tiefling woman playing the lute and trying to come up with lyrics. Tav noticed how the girl’s voice began to break.

Tav cleared the throat. “The tune is interesting but I think it needs some polishing.”

The tiefling groaned. “It sounded like a cat being strangled. Godsdamnit.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright?” Tav knew that composing music was hard, but she could tell there was something else going on.

“No.” The tiefling replied. “I’m moments away from a grisly death at the hands of this bloody song! I can’t…nothing fits, you know?”

Tav nodded. “Perhaps I could help.”

“Hum…it can’t hurt. I have her…I have an extra lute, if you want.” She handed it to Tav with a sad expression.

She examined the instrument, her mind remembering the good old days. “Before we begin, what is the song about?”

“My teacher, Lihala. She loved dancing, even if she had two left feet. One night on the road, I remember waking up and seeing her - dancing beneath the stars, a huge smile on her face.” The girl smiled but it quickly faded. “Thinking of it now, my heart hurts and my words seem to crumble…like ash.” At the same time, it was as if a spark ignited in the girl’s head. She sang “Words of mine will turn to ash…That’s perfect.”

Tav began playing the lute, following the melody she heard Alfira play. The tiefling soon joined, the words coming out of her mouth to string together the song. One particular line hit Tav with a certain sadness and familiarity.

Faith, care, all the love I can’t repay.

Tav closed her eyes, focusing only on the girl’s voice, her fingers strumming their lute without her having to think about it.

Music had once been Tav’s life. It was good to have a part of it back.

The tiefling finished singing and looked at Tav. “Thank you. I hadn’t been able to finish a song since Lihala died.” The tiefling looked down, sad, but then shook her head. “I’m Alfira, by the way. You play the lute very well.”

Tav smiled softly. “I…I used to be a bard, a long time ago. Haven’t had the chance to play in a long time.”

“Really? Could you share something of yours?”

Tav nodded, taking a deep breath. She began playing the tune she was very familiar with, the one she had written oh so long ago.

Lace your heart with mine

Let your sleeping soul take flight

Take me through the night

Down, down, down by the river

Hanging moon in fog

Mists will lead where you belong

Sweep me off my feet

Down, down down by the river

Tav stopped singing - although she continued playing the lute - becoming overcome with grief. Grief for the life that was taken from her, grief for what could have been, grief for the girl she once was.

She stopped. “I apologize. It has been a long time since this song. It brings back old memories.” Tav made a motion to return the lute but Alfira placed a hand over hers, shaking her head.

“It’s yours. I want you to have it.” She smiled. “As a thank you, for all that you have done.” Tav nodded, placing the lute amongst her other things. She said her goodbyes and walked away.

A moment of silent passed before Shadowheart spoke up. For a brief second, Tav had forgotten about her fellow companions.

“So…you used to be a bard?”

“Yes.” Tav replied. “But that life is long past me.”

“Why? You played and sang really well.”

Tav shrugged. “Things happened. I no longer had…time nor energy to focus on my craft, especially after I became Raphael’s warlock.” That was a half-truth. Although Tav was honest about the time, she left out the part that she used to play in the House of Hope.

But that was something she’d rather keep to herself.

Tav turned around to look at them. “If you guys behave for the rest of the day, I’ll finish playing the song before we rest tonight.” She winked at them and continued walking forwards. Shadowheart, Astarion and Wyll all looked at each other and smiled.

…

Back at camp, everyone sat in front of Tav, their legs crossed, while she sat in a stool. In a way, it reminded her of when she played for the children, back at home.

She arranged the lute in her lap, repeating the lyrics from earlier, but now continuing she song. Memories of her past flashed while she sang.

Inky embers

Swirl and dance

Just leap the flames to take a chance

To be with me tonight

The first time she sang in public. The first boy she kissed, the first she sneaked out of the house.

Take my hand

And hold it tight

Cause you and I are everywhere

Her first time in the House of Hope, her signing Raphael’s contract. The first time they had kissed.

The night is young

We're going down down down by the river

Down down down by the river

Don't wake me up

Just leave me there

Dreaming

She finished playing. Everyone was silent, looking in awe.

“That was beautiful, Tav.” Wyll said. “You should play more, in other times.”

Tav nodded her head. “I think I’ll retire for the night now. But I appreciate you guys being interested.”

“Always.” Karlach said.

That night, sleep evaded Tav. She closed her eyes, not dreaming, but remembering the past.

She must have been twenty, twenty-one, back then. She didn’t have the same face nor name she has now.

She was doing the usual. The tavern keeper would let her play, as long as she gave him some of the coins she received. He didn’t ask for much, so she didn’t mind.

That particular night, the place was crowded and the audience lively. Her hat had been filled to the brim, she almost feared it would break.

She remembered a gentleman, one who she had noticed was paying a lot of attention to her songs during her presentation. After she had finished, he offered to buy her a drink. She remembered refusing it. Her mama always told her to refuse it. But something….she didn’t know what, compelled her to accept it after a moment of insistence from him. Maybe it was the strange glow in his eye.

Whatever it had been, it made her drink the damned thing. And next thing she knew, she woke up in a cold dungeon.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #tav #warlock!tav #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #wyll ravengard #astarion #shadowheart

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chatsurie · 2 years ago

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Big scary biker

It was a scary feeling. So now, twenty years after her mother had first given her the advice she did what she had once told her.

The young woman had first acknowledged that she actually was being followed after she had taken the third nonsensical turn and was now to add on to everything happening lost as well. The only thing helping her even the smallest amount that she knew what district she was in.

Kabukicho.

And even that didn't really help her predicament knowing exactly what went bump in the night here. Now it being ten at night this last thing really just added on to her already horrendous day. And even worse, her follower was slowly getting more and more cosy. Starting to holler at her and progressively reducing the distance between the two.

So yes. In Kabukicho at night without a damn way to defend herself because she had figured she could do the way to and from her university without her pepper spray, she remembered the advice her mother had given her as a five year old.

'Go and find the meanest looking biker around.'

Shouldn't be that difficult here, right? Sure she wasn't a child anymore so the strict ' we don't harm children' policy didn't apply to her anymore, but you couldn't fault a girl for trying. If worst came to worst maybe they would end up fighting over who would get to have her and she could make a quick get away then.

Nearly in a jog now, she quickened her steps. Maybe she would even find a street that wasn't seemingly abandoned and she would be able to just loose him in the bustle of the night?

Please?

This couldn't happen to her.

So deep in her thoughts and still most concerned with the man behind her still gaining on her, she nearly missed the opening door of a bar just a few meters ahead of her.

A man had stepped out. There was something about his posture leaning against the railing while taking a drag from his cigarette that was frighteningly familiar.

That couldn't be, right? But then again, she didn't think she would ever forget the way he held himself.

“Wakasa?” she whispered. Wakasa Imaushi had once been one of her greatest fear having lived in the same neighbourhood as him and therefore in the same neighbourhood he had ran his Gang in. Her twin brother had lost some money to him from time to time. Sometimes coming home late and beaten up by some of Wakasa's cronies. Whenever she had seen him outside she had crossed the street and kept her head down. The thought of avenging her brother for all the pain he had had to tolerate never even crossing her mind after the first time she had looked into his frighteningly bored eyes.

Now, that same Wakasa seemed like a saving grace.

If it were any other situation she might have considered that the way life liked to play her at the moment could be considered funny. Now however, she simply sped up again.

However before she could completely reach him, she felt a hand clamp around her wrist.

“I think you've played hard to get for enough time now. Come on Babe, come home with me. I can show you a good time.”

The grip he had on her itched on her skin.

“I don't want to,” She told the man clearly, “just leave me the fuck alone!”

The stranger rolled his eyes starting to pull her into him, while she struggled. “Come on. I know you want it too.”

“No, I fucking don't fucking creep! I'll scream if you don't let go of me right now!” The young woman spat at him as sharp as her terrified state let her.

“And what? Think that guy over there would save you? Baby. He's what five foot something? I'd body him in a second. Don't tell me you wanna be responsible for someone ending up in the hospital?”

God he was fucking gross. And hurting Wakasa? She had never seen anyone come even close. Trying to kick him in his balls to get just the tiniest bit closer to the white Leopard failed horrendously as he simply blocked her. She hadn't been fast enough.

She really needed some fucking training. What if she ended up in a similar situation again?

“That was a dirty move, Darling.” The man snapped, starting to twist her wrist.

That was enough.

“Wakasa!” The scream was accompanied with an excruciating crack of her wrist.

She wasn't able to turn around to see if the man had heard her. She was much too occupied trying to get out of the man's grip that hurt even more now. Tears slowly building in her eyes.

Please. Please he had to have heard her!

She didn't have to wander much longer as a well known drawl was heard behind her.

“What 'cha doing with the lady, man?” He had always sounded uninterested in everything but when you knew him you were able to detect a certain coldness. One she had had to hear often enough during her childhood, while hiding behind her brother terrified.

Now that she thought about it, at least he had never broken a fucking bone.

“None of your business, pal. Move along and just forget what you saw. Nothings going on here. My girlfriends just drunk.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” The experienced fighter whispered nearly to himself, “is that what they call this shit these days? Man I'm getting old. Ya know,” he went on a bit louder, while putting a hand on the strangers wrist in turn, “I know this one quite well. And I know for a fact woman's smart enough to not be with someone like you. So I'll be real nice here and give you one last chance to let go of someone who's under my fucking protection.”

The man who was still holding her wrist in a hurtful way spat on the ground next to Wakasa's feet. “What you got a crush on her? We can share ya know?”

That seemed to be the last straw the man had needed. She had only heard a whooshing sound as Wakasa's foot made contact with the man's stomach, finally freeing her hand as he stumbled backwards.

“Get into the fucking bar,” Wakasa told her an angry glimmer in his eyes, “Shin and Benkei are there too.” She had never seen him that angry.

Nodding at him she whispered a small thanks before basically sprinting to the bar still a little distance away.

She remembered Shinichiro clearly. Wakasa had mellowed down just the tiniest bit, after he had joined the charismatic man. Shin had always been nice to her brother and her.

And now, looking at him, seemingly unsuccessfully trying to chat up the waitress, it seemed like he had never changed.

Cradling her wrist against her chest she slowly made her way up to the two men as Benkei laughed at Shinichiro's despair after the waitress had left.

“He-” clearing her throat she tried again just the tiniest bit louder, “Hey guys.”

Both men turned around, a surprised look in their eyes.

“Who are-” Benkei started a pensive look in his eyes probably trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar, before Shin made the connection.

“Yo (Name), how are ya. I haven't seen you in some time. How's your brother? What are you even doing here. Isn't it a bit late? Kabukicho is dangerous ya know?”

Pulling out a chair with her unhurt wrist she plopped down on a chair.

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Pull back a lil'. That's (Name)? Damn you grew up fast. Still remember you as a little runt.”

A blush slowly creeping up, she rubbed her neck. “Well, I obviously grew up,” she told him defensively.

“Wait, you came in here, despite seeing Wakasa? He did go out to smoke. I thought you were still terrified of him? I told him he should apologise to you and your brother.” Shin chimed in as well.

Scratching the skin of her arm in discomfort she nodded, “yeah, I actually uh, spoke to him. He uh, told me you guys were in here.”

“You alright?” Benkei asked her, after throwing an inquisitive look down her, “what the fuck happened with your wrist?”

Gulping she took a sip out of Shinichiro's glass of water that stood next to her. Her hands still shaking.

“There uh, there was this guy that followed me? I kinda accidentaly ended up in Kabukicho trying to shake him and um, well, we kind of got into this ruffle just a short distance away from the bar and anyways, Waka- Wakasa is currently dealing with him.”

“The fuck?!” Shinichiro called.

“I'm taking her to the hospital now,” a bored voice came from right behind her chair, nearly sending her into a heart attack. God did he always have to be this fucking silent? “Maybe deal with the piece of shit lying outside though? I don't exactly want a murder charge on me. Annoying as hell.

Benkei and Shinichiro nodded as she got up with the two of them, following the three men outside, after they had paid.

Avoiding to even throw a glance towards the direction everything happened, the woman busied herself with trying to get to terms with the fact that she would need to get on a bike. God, she hated bikes. Her brother sometimes took her and he drove like a fucking lunatic. It was a wonder he was still alive.

“Come on. We need to get this looked at.” Wakasa called out to her, holding out a helmet, before realising she would have trouble putting it on.

As he stepped closer and put the helmet on her surprisingly gentle she felt her heart speeding up again. This time out of a different reason. Why did he have to smell so good?

A shiver went down her spine as his bruised knuckles came into contact with the skin on her neck, as he fastened the helmet with a click.

“Now. Lets get you to the hospital. You sure you can do the ride without panicking? You've been weirdly calm the whole time. If you need anything just pull my shirt.”

I think the adrenaline is still doing a good job. My wrist doesn't even hurt yet.”

Wakasa looked away. For a short second she could have sworn to see something like guilt swarm in his eyes.

“Sorry. I didn't realize until you screamed.”

She shook her head as she got on behind him. “No, it's fine. It's not something you expect to happen I guess.”

Throwing her one last glance, he carefully pulled her arms from the bike around his small, warm but most importantly solid waist. It was weird. She always knew he was strong. But now feeling his muscles under his shirt just made everything more real.

This had really happened.

She had nearly been raped.

Wakasa had saved her.

“Thank you.” She whispered against his back, as the bike came to life and just before he started driving she simply felt him tapping her hand in a calming manner.

At the hospital she had gotten a pain killer and something to calm her down, after the first panic attack had washed over her.

This was real.

And she had just been really really fucking lucky. If she hadn't taken the turns she had taken, if he hadn't went out for a smoke? If she hadn't called out to him, if he hadn't-.

Her thoughts were interrupted, by Wakasa stretching next to her, before slightly flicking her forehead. “I can nearly hear you thinking yourself into another panic attack. Your save. Everything's fine. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. And he sure as hell will never fucking touch you again. So no need to panic. I'm here okay? You're safe now.”

#wakasa x reader #tokyo revengers #sano shinichiro #benkei #assault #Wakasa for the save #anime and manga #just a little something I came up with to escape the crushing dread of exam season

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changingplumbob · 6 months ago

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Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 14

A chill but speedy Friday with my pixels.

CW: Moderate sim spice. Content Warning Guide

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Caro (Italian) Dear

The family are sitting down to pasta when Rilian notices Devin’s hair is different…

Rilian: Mama hair? How?

Devin: Caro, it’s called being the watchers favourite. Don’t even need a salon

Alfred: What watcher

Luna: Your Mama and Zio think there is someone watching over us in our life, helping us out and keeping us safe. I don’t but you get to believe whatever you want. Many other sims think the watcher exists

Devin: The watcher loves us bambinos, you can tell

Rilian: How

Alfred: *sings song of watcher adoration*

Devin: Little things. We’re very lucky, always dressed nicely…

Joey: We’re generally happier than the average sim and have nicer names to. There are other things but you’re too young to understand loading screens yet

Luna: It’s a big concept

Rilian: We big

Devin: Well you don’t have to decide if you believe in the watcher or not tonight. And no matter what Mama and Mummy will still love you

Dinner finishes and the toddlers get sorted for bed. Joey knows what he thinks, no nephews of his will grow up not believing in the watcher. Mod dangers lurk everywhere, the boys must be prepared! And stepping back from the paranoid sim…

Devin practices some of the scripts she’s been sent before bed to see how she feels about the characters. There are some interesting ones, she’ll have to get Luna to read them when she has time.

Luna: They’re asleep, shall we turn in

Devin: I hope you didn’t mind me talking about the watcher

Luna: They had to be introduced to the idea sometime. Now come to bed

In the morning Devin tries once again to bring Luna around to the idea of a watcher.

Devin: So how do you think my hair changed

Luna: Plenty of people have sudden hair changes, just look at your sisters

Devin: And you don’t think your brothers look more polished recently?

Luna: I suppose they have tidied themselves up a bit

Devin: Lu the watcher let me impregnate you, how can you not believe in them

Luna: I’m trying it’s just… if there is a watcher why won’t they give me answers about my mum

Devin: Oh... I can get that view. But Lu the watcher works on her own timeframe, I’m sure one day we’ll find out

Luna: Well when we do, then I’ll believe. Deal?

Devin: Deal!!! The watcher is going to help me with this I know it

Following a breakfast where Alfred scoffed and Rilian barely made a dent Devin shepherds the twins to the bathroom. Luna and Joey head to their jobs while Devin makes sure each twin gets squeaky clean. Afterwards the trio move to the master bedroom where Devin works on her acting skill. She reaches level 10! Alfred also maxes his communication skill!

Following a quick trip to Tartosa to give Calista and Aaron some family photos the twins spend their afternoon working on their motor skill while Devin gets her workout in. Look at her doing those laps without even shaking her sunglasses off! Swim done she watches the bambinos while knitting a gift for everyone’s favourite rooster, Mr Cluckton himself!

With Cassandra’s eldest having school responsibilities now the regular Friday best friends lunch play date has shifted to dinner time. Devin gives Cassandra her gift for Cluckton and the Nishidake family and Chopra family descend on the picnic basket for some fish pie and bagels. Unfortunately most are sad due to a mod but hey, at least the gang is together!

Following the picnic Joey gets a notification that he’s matched with another sim who is down for no strings fun. Inviting her in he has to admit to himself that she’s not his normal type (his panel said he found her unattractive, excuse me sir) but woohoo is woohoo and he’s always happy to get some. She expresses interest in his jacuzzi tub so taking her by the hand he shows her.

Joey: The water is good, come on in

Starting to remove her dress Luisa hesitates for a second

Luisa: I should probably tell you… just so you’re not crazy shocked… umm… I probably don’t have the pixel parts you’re expecting

Joey: You see yourself as a woman right? Your profile said

Luisa: Yes…

Joey: Then that’s how I see you. The water in here is good no matter what you do or don’t have under that dress

Luisa exhales in relief and strips off to climb in beside him.

Luisa: Sorry for being weird I’ve just had some… bad reactions

Joey: Clearly jerks. I have to tell you though, this is new to me. Tell me what you want me doing or not doing. I want this to be as good for you as I can see it being for me. I don’t want you being uncomfortable

Luisa: I have a feeling I won’t be. Something is telling me I clicked on the right profile

Joey: It’s my eyes isn’t it? The perfect kind of chocolate to drown in

Luisa laughs and leans down to close the gap between them with a kiss.

Nightmare alert! Poor Rilian has been chased by a monster into a lake of fire. Waking up sad he goes to try find his parents. In their room Luna is working on her next lecture and Devin is practicing her guitar. They both stop when the crying toddler walks in and bundles him up with kisses. Luna carries him to bed and Devin settles him down while Luna tucks in Alfred, making sure he stays asleep. Devin only has to read a few pages before Rilian returns to dreamland, hopefully with less fire.

Pulling the door of the nursery shut the pair are alone in their room where Luna dips Devin into a passionate kiss.

Luna: You are such a wonderful woman

Devin: I’m inspired by my wife *kisses* I know I wanted to wait for a third kid but maybe that was just me being a coward. I shouldn’t assume you’ll get postpartum depression again

Luna: And I shouldn’t assume I won’t be affected again. Perhaps we just need another solution like a surrogate or a science baby

Devin: Do you know how much I love you

Luna: I imagine it’s almost as much as I love you

Undressing each other the pair head to bed.

Luna admits that if she can’t find out if her mother had postpartum depression, it’s wise to avoid her getting pregnant again. And of course Devin has her career to think of, a career where she needs to be in shape. But a baby… they both want another baby. They’ll have to look into the options but they have faith a solution is out there for them. One they can find together.

That’s it for now for the Villareals, see you later Del Sol Valley!

Previous ... Next (Nishidake)

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0906 #DevinVillareal #LunaVillareal #AlfredVillareal #RilianVillareal #JoeyYork #Active Simblr

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azures-grace · 9 months ago

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Requesting info on the 6th house au you were posting about bc yo that sounds cool

You can't see it through a screen but I'm like

Actually physically vibrating.

I came up with this AU over a year ago and it was basically "what if Alexi (my Nerevarine) just. Joined the 6th House instead of killing Dagoth Ur?"

The timing of WHEN she joined has changed a bit (from right before the fight to when she meets Dagoth Gares) and the REASONING has changed a lot (from "I don't actually like Morrowind, fuck them dudes" to "I have 0 support system and have a child and I've been sucked into a cult") but the very very basic premise is the same.

It was initially my crack AU where I couldn't tell if I wanted to ship Alexi and Dagoth Ur or not. And now it has like... Dementia metaphors. How did this even happen.

Anyways, the story ACTUALLY follows Alexi's daughter (who's never been Dagoth Ur's, no matter when in this AU's history you look). Her arc used to be centered around a lot of confusion as to why people hated her, and why things were happening, etc etc. Now she's actually gonna do something about it in the end. I'm gonna have so many random thoughts at the bottom of this just. Smushed in.

It also went from Armina being the one with zero support system to now she has an adopted sister and also a best friend/love interest when she's older. Terastelle Telvanni (sister) save me.. save me Terastelle Telvanni...

Anywho, the story has like... 2 main plots: Armina learning her dad is ✨terrible✨ and Alexi progressing through Corprus and becoming Nerevar (and losing Alexi). I will just say, though, to Armina and Tera, since they're actually IN the cult, Dagoth Ur is not a menacing figure until they know what's going on outside the mountain. I'm writing a scene where Armina literally drags him around. He's not Dagoth Ur to those kids, he's just dad.

Anyway, Alexi holds the Tools of Kagrenac (from the original au) for the most part, and she used them to manipulate the Heart to make sure her children wouldn't get Corprus (side effect was about a generation can't get it because she didn't know how to specify well). Alexi, however, DOES get it, and it leads to her physically and mentally becoming Nerevar, if that makes sense? The way it affects her is it morphs her body to be more similar to his, and it degrades her mind until she's left with only his memories and personality. And her kids have to watch it in real time 👍.

Anyway, back to the main cast: Armina, Terastelle, and Teldryn Sero. The last one was not planned.

All three represent both the main 3 star signs, as well as the Good 3 Daedra, AND they fall into "bad Daedra" counterparts later

Armina is half Bosmer and half Dunmer, and she's the Warrior and representation of Mephala (cause she's in a web of lies) and she falls to Clavicus Vile in a search for power to destroy Dagoth Ur. She fights with a big ol' 2-handed sword.

Terastelle is half Dunmer and half Altmer, she's the Mage and the representation of Boethiah. My violence wins mage <3. She falls to Malacath because of how she's treated in the cult (not as badly as those outside of the mountain, but less well than Armina, because even though Armina isn't a full Dunmer, she's also Nerevar's child, so she gets a pass). Tera gets motivated by vengeance after she learns her parents were murdered by the cult. This goes interestingly for her. Idk if she gets really hurt by it or not, but she's very scorches earth about "no Dagoth survivors" just like how her family had no survivors.

Teldryn is the thief who represents Azura, and he's the only full Dunmer in the gang, but he's from outside the mountain. When he's introduced, Blacklight is the most recent addition to the house. He falls to Sheogorath (seeking a middle ground led him to insanity or something, idk). He fights with pretty much his normal fighting style from Skyrim, which is pretty mixed. I need to develop him more in the context of the AU, but I'll get to that after this.

Anywho, random thoughts now!

As the Warrior, Armina protects the Steed from the Serpent, and Alexi's sign is the Steed 👍

Both Alexi and Armina are trying to save the people they love, in different ways, and in the end, both fail.

Is my HoK still Sheogorath or is it normal Sheo?

Armina can manipulate dreams which is part of what pushes her to be Dagoth Ur's favorite child.

The way the story is written changes as Armina grows up and then learns more about the cult. Slow-burn horror 👍

I get to write Clavicus Vile at some point, I'm excited.

Armina asking Alexi why she doesn't wear layers and Alexi trying to find a way to answer that isn't "because I don't expect to have skin for much longer anyway”. The answer she ends up going with is "Mountain's too damn hot" and then starts crying whenever her daughter leaves the room

Alexi's character in that AU is so interesting to me

Like, she's technically placed very high in the hierarchy, probably second to Dagoth Ur himself, yet she's got next to no power because those she loves would be in danger if she tried anything

Anyways, I'm writing for this, drawing for it, and I'll start posting more stuff once I have the first bit of the story written and the portrait finished. Have a Tera for your time <3

I love you, Terastelle Telvanni...

#morrowind #6th House AU #oc: Terastelle Telvanni #azure arted #azure writed

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topazshadowwolf · 1 year ago

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for the growing up gooptales would Dream or anyone else know about what happend to the gang? i remember you saying gooptales takes place a lil bit after a truce i think. If so then I would assume Dream eventually finds out. although i'm not sure nightmare would tell him very willingly. But if not then it would be very very suspicious that all of your brothers henchmen are nowhere to be found... food for thought...

Yeah, everyone will eventually find out. How Dream does will be 1) first answered later in GoopTales, then 2) answered in this ask I answered earlier. These asks can in about the same time. There will be more bitter-sweet feelings, as Epic best friend is now a "little dude." And Error finds it absolutely hilarious that the pains in his coccyx are now babies. (And he's not above punting children.)

But since this was mostly answered and it deals mostly with Dream, have some more Uncle Dream. :3

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"uncle dream!" Killer squealed happily as he ran over and hugged the golden-clad skeleton around the legs.

Dream smiled and grabbed the kid up, tossing him in the air, hearing another happy squeal from the child before catching him. "Greetings, little one!"

"me too!" Cross said as he hurried over before lightly tugging on Dream's tunic. "toss me too, please?"

"Well, since you said please!" Dream said as he flipped Killer over and carefully set the child down upside down as the boy giggled away. Arms now free, the positive skeleton scooped up Cross, ignoring the glare from his brother as he gave Cross a toss and caught him. "Are you ready for a four-day camping trip?"

"yeah!" Cross cheered and giggled.

"They better not return to me brain damaged...," Nightmare said as he watched Cross be flipped and held upside down. The worry wort. Dream had no idea his brother would be this protective of a father. It was amusing, really.

"Please, we all know bumps and bruises are part of learning and growing. Right boys?" Dream asked as he flipped Cross right-side up and set him down.

"yeah!" Killer and Cross said as they ran around Dream's legs excitedly.

"is that, like, learning from mistakes?" Horror asked.

"Yes... though they better be mistakes you learn from," Nightmare sighed. He then looked down at Dust. The child was hesitant to leave Nighty's side, and Nightmare would be inclined to the the kiddo stay with him because that's the way he is with these kids. But NOPE! Dream wanted Nighty and Lyra to have four days to just... being a couple and grow their bond.

"Hey, Dust," Dream said, squatting down. "Ferrous is coming with us, right?" The child nodded. "That is wonderful! I think you and him are going to learn a lot in the woods."

"there's things to learn?" Dust asked nervously.

"Yup! Your dad, Mr. Night, already gave me a list of things to try teaching you while you are out there. Why don't you be the one in charge of writing down what we learn so you can show Mr. Night when you get back," Dream asked, and Dust looked up at Nightmare and then back to Dream.

"okay," Dust replied, and Dream held his hand out to the boy, who made his way over to take it. Ferrous, the blue-guy pit bull with tiny nubs for ears followed along behind.

Both Lyra and Nightmare went over everything Dream already knew, including the little bonnets Lyra made to protect Ferrous' ear holes from rain. Whoever owned him before Dust found him thought the dog didn't need ears. The poor thing. Still, even though he heard this all before, Dream pretended this was all stuff he needed to hear again for their sake as Blue, Stretch, and Epic grabbed the boys' things.

#Since I already answered most of this ask #Have some more Uncle Dream #I notice my Dream is different than most I see depicted #This Dream is ready to get his hands dirty to help others #then spend a relaxing afternoon running around and napping in nature #picking up dirt and leaves as he goes #He loves his naps #but a nap outside #the best #10/10 #he will always recommend #Growing up gooptales #Uncle!Dream #Dream!sans

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adleryoung · 1 year ago

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HA! His Majesty is back, and now that he's given me a list of names, heads will finally roll! He hasn't seen fit to remove my magick antler, probably because I'll need it for a disguise! Oh, and there is only one name on this list, but this is obviously the ring-leader. Once I find "Kathy-Slou Drew," everything will fall into place and these ungrateful yew-man traitors will finally feel an elf's justice! What's that, my liege? What do you mean by muttering "The horror, the horror" over and over? No no, your adoring subjects are right here, hanging on your every word. Tell them some more of your story while I go take care of this unpleasant business. It will help ease your troubled mind. And don't worry, Kathy-Slou can't hide from The Sisterhood. Not for long. . . .

"By Jove!" the dog lowfolk person exclaimed. "There he is! He was real all along!" "REALLY?" the fancy-dressed femme retorted. "One glimpse! That's all it took to convince you?" "Seeing is believing," he affirmed. "I was somewhat undecided all along, so this was enough to sway my opinion." "I cannot believe it!" the femme screeched. "Why then were you scoffing and naysaying the entire time?! Was that all just an act?!" "Miss Venatrix," the dog stated solemnly, "SOMEONE needs to keep you grounded and focused. You do have a habit of getting too excited and running off without a thought or a plan." "You are not my keeper! I am an adult, fully capable of taking care of myself!"

I was confused. Had they come here to find me, or had they merely stumbled upon the stone circle while in the midst of what looked like a lovers' quarrel? "Indeed," the dog said skeptically. "The only reason I'm still here is the oath your father made me swear on his deathbed. I promised to keep you out of trouble!" "Oh you're always bringing that up!" Miss Venatrix sighed in exasperation. "Father only trusted you because you were his favorite student!" "Is that a note of jealousy I detect?" the dog grinned. "You would have been his favorite student, my dear, had you actually bothered with your studies instead of fantasizing about elves all day. His own daughter, and such a disappointment." "Stick in the mud!" Venatrix shot back. "Flibbertyjibbet!" "Teacher's Pet!" "Harpy Queen!"

This looked like it was getting good. I sat down at the edge of the circle and watched the pair of lowfolk arguing just beyond the wall of underbrush. "ROGER BARKINGTHWAITE!!" Miss Venatrix yelled. "You INFURIATING mel! That is IT! I cannot put up with this anymore! I want you gone! I never want to see you again!" "Fine!" Barkingthwaite replied hotly. "Keeping you out of trouble has been a tremendous burden! I've put my career on hold just to follow you around and keep you from getting yourself killed in reckless adventures! No more! You can wander about in circles until you starve for all I care, solemn oath be damned!" "You seem to forget," Venatrix sneered, "I've saved you more than a few times! You would have died in that bog if I hadn't thrown you a rope of my own silk to pull you out!" "And why was I in that bog in the first place?" Barkingthwaite bellowed. "Following you on another of your mad capers! You would have been shot by that gang of thugs if I hadn't spent nearly my entire inheritance bribing them off! I've been well nigh reduced to beggary, and for what?" "They wouldn't have actually shot me!" Venatrix insisted. "What kind of mel can't call someone's bluff? Your current reduced circumstances are entirely your own fault. At any rate, you should be thanking me for getting you away from your mouldy old ancestral hall and out of that dusty library! I daresay you've spent every waking moment in there ever since we were both children." "The library was safe and predictable!" Barkingthwaite asserted. "That is the proper life of a scholar! Not running around, engaging in fisticuffs with thugs, like some whip-cracking grave robber! And you're the one who should be thanking me! I'm the only friend you've ever had because no one else could put up with your unbearable nonsense!" "WELL I -" Venatrix blurted, then paused. "Well… We two HAVE been stuck together for quite a long time…" "Indeed," Barkingthwaite nodded. "We've helped each other out rather a lot over the years." "And this journey getting here," Venatrix added quietly. "We've gotten each other out of quite a few scrapes." "I must admit," Barkingthwaite admitted, "we do make a jolly good team when the chips are down." He paused for a moment and puffed on his pipe.

"EGAD!" he barked suddenly. "The legend! Of course! The legend of the White Elf! It is said that those seeking the White Elf would face trials to test them, and that there would be a boon awaiting them at the end of their journey!" "What are you getting at?" Venatrix asked suspiciously. "What is the boon?" "Why, it's us!" Barkingthwaite exclaimed triumphantly. "Each other! How long have we been forced to work together while hating each other the whole time?" "I begin to understand," Venatrix murmured. "All those wasted years." "Our journey here was the trial and this is the boon! Do you see? Lord Randal the White Elf, sworn servant of the love goddess Fuma, knew of our plight and set in motion all the troubles we've had on this adventure!" "Forcing us to work together and realize how much we need each other!" Venatrix added excitedly. "Oh how blind we've been!" Barkingthwaite lamented. "We were the perfect team our entire lives and never realized it! But Lord Randal saw it and made all of this happen to teach us our folly!" "A perfect team, you say?" Venatrix asked coyly. "Perhaps not JUST a team," Barkingthwaite mused thoughtfully. "You know, Pellia, my dear, I've never noticed just how beautiful your eyes are…" "And I've never noticed how dashing you look…" "Sweetie!" Barkingthwaite sighed, enraptured. "Honey!" Venatrix sighed back. "Darling, let's never fight again!" Barkingthwaite suggested. "Oh Roger, my love," Venatrix cooed, "Lord Randal in his infinite wisdom has shown us that we were always meant to be soulmates!"

The two of them embraced and kissed passionately. I began to applaud. I had no idea what was going on, but it was the most entertaining thing I had seen in decades.

#furry #adventure #story #plot #cartoon #elf #skunk #tboay #sheep

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jupitersmoonsstuff · 2 years ago

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Hello!!! I stumbled across your pinned and saw you’d be open to doing requests? You totally don’t have to do this, but maybe something for Lego Monkie Kid with shadowpeach and Mk?

Like I imagine it that Mk is tickling Wukong, but Wukong tells him Macaque is ticklish also just to make him stop, and then Mk wrecks Macaque lmao.

If not totally don’t worry about it! Have a great day/night! I love your work so much!

THIS IS SO CUTE FHODKHODGGDIGDK

Thank you so much for the request!

I sprinkled in some Wukong ganging up with Mk in here 💅❤✨💁

Lee(s): Wukong, Macaque, Mk mentioned

Ler(s): Mk, Wukong

Mk's dialogue will be in red

Wukong's dialogue will be in orange

Macaque's dialogue will be in purple

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The 3 monkey boys were chilling inside of Wukong's little hut on flower fruit moutain. Playing video games, watching movies and bonding with one another. They all desided it was a good idea to take a break from training and just have a fun night to themselves

However whatever was happening in front of Macaque, was something he wasn't sure weither or not counts as 'bonding'

The events that occured before was Mk concentrating on the video game in front of him, fighting the final boss. When Wukong would taze Mk's ribs to make him lose

Basically Wukong being the annoying little shit he was

Well Mk got fed up with Wu's antics and manged to get the upper hand on his mentor and pinned him on his stomach and tickled his ribs

Macaque watched the two dorks in awe. Wukong's blissful laugher filled the room with pleas of mercy leaving his mouth. Macaque watched his old friend be tickled to peices, just like what they did when they were children

Wukong noticed the smile on Macaque's face and thought that mac was laughing at him. Wu needed to think quick of how to get out of this situation

"HEHEHEHY KIHIHIID MAC'S TIHIHIHCKLISH!" Wukong cried out in an attempt to get his successor off of him

Mk stopped in his tracks and looked over at Macaque with a shocked expression on his face. Macaque's eyes slowly began to grow more and more wide with slight fear. He hadn't been tickled in years, and he couldn't exectly remember how ticklish he even was

Mk's smile grew into a smirk and made his way off of Wukong, allowing the light-furred monkey to get up

"wait, Wait, WAIT!!!" Macaque screeched as he jumped higher on the couch, one of Wu's little monkey friends flew off of Mac's head as he quickly stood up

Wukong and Mk chased Macaque for a good 3 minutes, jumping through each of Mac's portals in an attempt to follow and catch him.

Fortunately, Wu saw a chance and took it and used his tail to trip Macaque's foot. Causing him to fall over

Wukong quickly pinned Macaque's arms above him which allowed Mk to scribble all over his ribs

While it wasn't often Mk was a ler, when he did, he was absolutly merciless and didn't let his lee go easily

Macaques cheeks began to puff up. There was no way he was going to let those two fools win. He was determined not to laugh

"C'mon monkey king help me out here!" Mk shouted over to Wukong, realizing that the rib tickles alone weren't doing anything

Wukond scaned the situation around him. Trying to figure out a way to tickle Macaque without having to let go of his pinned arms

Then he remembered Mac's most ticklish spot

Macaque prayed and hoped that the two would get bored the longer Mac held in his laughter. Just as he thought he waa about to be home free, Wukong had other plans

Wukong kept one of his hands held onto Macaque's pinned wrist, then brought his hand up to Mac's ear and fluttered a finger behind one of his six ears

Which was Macaque's most ticklish spot

All of the laughter Macaque was holing in came out as Wu continued to wigglie Macaque's ears. Mk now moved down to Mac's sides

"I forgot how ticklish your ears were" Wukong teased "How adorable!"

Macaque's cheeks began to glow bright red at the word 'adorable'

"Shuhuht uhuhp you bastard!" Macaque said, trying to sound intimidating. However that was kinda difficult to do while being tickled to a giggly mess

Wukong noticed Mac begin to lightly kick when Mk moved down to tickle Macaque's sides

"Alright bud you might wanna get off of him before he kicks you in the face" Wukong suggested to his successor

Mk streched as he climbed off of Macaque. "That was fun! We should do that again sometime!" Mk cheered as he stood proudly above Macaque

"YOU'RE GONNA GET IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" Macaque shouted as he jumped to his feet and began to chase Mk around. Mk began to shriek as he ran for his life

Wukong stood there and looked at his two buds and smiled. He was happy to have Macaque back in his life

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Sorry this took a little while to write. I was focusing on school stuff and my grades are finally decent now but i hope you enjoyed the fic! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Reminder that my requests for both tickle and non-tickle fics are open! Feel free to send some in (please read my request rules first!)

#lego monkie kid tickles #sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #tickle sfw #sfw tickling #sfw tk community #sfw tk blog #sfw tickling community #sfw interaction only #elliot's fics

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prettysymbiosis · 1 year ago

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risk e. rat’s pizza and amusement center

the awkwardly long name (read: it’s always sunny in philadelphia) - both character and show meta incoming and I feel like that’s the first hint of the latter

am I the only one who keeps thinking risk e. rat’s pizza is the pizza for you and me…

“they make kids feel like they’re the ones in charge” - so interesting coming from mac mcdonald. soon followed up by “they were the first set of boobs I ever saw since my mom’s” which ties right into the burgeoning mommy issue thread

at the end of the day it’s all part of the fun!

just the gang singin’ in the car :)

dennis “that’s not my name” reynolds

how have I just NEVER noticed that dee is left-handed???

the broken water fountain - does it mean anything? I’m too tired to figure it out I need my tumblr brain trust

maybe mac being clean-shaven this season is to make him seem more boyish? I have a new theory for this every episode

I think I saw someone else say this but I do think it’s fitting that charlie and dennis are together on the titties storyline because of their shared baggage around childhood sexuality, like no one else in the gang would really be able to relate to dennis here and if charlie is figuring his shit out with that then he'll definitely serve as a parallel for dennis having to figure it out too

I like how they represent three different eras of risk e.’s (frank, gang, present day) to really explore changing values and how things getting softer can be bad in some ways but good in others. this episode definitely feels in keeping with lethal weapon 7 as a very sunny way of critiquing sunny that feels satisfyingly self-aware but also fairly true to form which is a pretty fine line to walk, to give credit to rcg and the rest of the creators

also if you haven’t seen the john oliver piece on chuck e. cheese go watch it because it provides so much context and crazy true history of these types of places that was definitely in my mind while watching this episode

dee and frank paired up again, and in a childhood place, probably ties into the dee parent-issues thing I hope they’re building up to

each character really tells on themself about what fucked up stuff they’ve come to believe is acceptable or even enjoyable but should be questioned:

frank - violence and verbal abuse toward children and everyone; sexually harassing women with impunity; calling people the r-slur

dee - ethnic humor, not racist humor; making her explain how it’s funny and realizing it’s not; ecologically irresponsible plastic cheese that gets immediately thrown away; dimwit duck or whatever his name was; not understanding what satire really is!!! ← they really took one of their biggest critiques head on

here’s a question I have about dee’s character - she tries to justify her problematic sense of humor and every time frank points out the truth behind it, illustrating what’s really awful about it without really meaning to, and dee seems to genuinely recoil like she doesn’t like that. does she feel bad and react that way because she doesn’t want to do harmful things, or just because she doesn’t want to be perceived as being un-pc because that’s what’s uncool now? like remember when charlie said “I think I might’ve called an old lady a cunt this morning” and looked kind of aghast at himself? could dee be developing more of a conscience too and if so, what does that say about her? or is she just a vehicle for rcg to navel-gaze about the show? also remember in lw7 how mac was like “if you don’t praise me for being a good person then why am I doing it?” I lie awake at night wondering how much rcg want to be better people vs. how much they don’t want to be kicked even further down the hollywood totem pole for being yucky. please share thoughts if you have any

mac - simulating real-world violence to get it out of his system; shame - “if you got no shame, you’re never gonna hate yourself enough to stop being bad”

dennis and charlie - being unprotected growing up; that’s what the bone’s for! (there’s nothing like a glenn and charlie riff btw); is it wrong because she’s underage?

sunny is really amping up the inner child work for the gang, I mean arguably the gang have always been childish but this season I feel like they’re exploring it in a more comprehensive way like via the setting of this episode. and it ALSO works as a perfect commentary on the show and we love the layers

there’s no adults around…

“cause we need monster representation” we need some representation for those who are freaky and fucked up okay??

I wish I could remember who said it but someone suggested that the de-breastifying of justine has to do with dennis’ heteroness disappearing and that is a very fun take - I do think it says something that they’re fixated on a very abstracted version of sexuality via these almost disembodied tits that aren’t even human… like are we overcompensating for something gentlemen? can the characters and the show itself have any relationship to women that doesn’t objectify or otherwise dehumanize them?

I for one think sam is supposed to look like a young mac, I saw some people questioning why they cast that kid and this is my theory. this is important for both the inner child and possible child-rearing stuff they’re bringing in

“hey man, I’m a licensed psychotherapist–” “you’re a talking dog”

“guys I hate to admit it but this place sucks now”; “that’s crazy, this was like one of the best bars in town, man”; “they could redeem themselves in the show” all very meta

“you cannot call a place a website” hahaha

“so that these kids can have the same experience that we had when we were younger” fucked up childhoods, the cycle of trauma, but also the show being how it used to be

and of course, an attempted revival of all that leading to immediate disaster. let’s move forward, not backward :)

#man I've had a hell of a week. really not feeling emotionally ready for the finale lol #sunny #always sunny #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #risk e. rat's pizza and amusement center #s16 #s16e6 #sunny meta #I didn't really like this one at first I felt like it didn't flow and was too self-conscious but it grew on me in the rewatch #still not a fave but it's both fun and has stuff to say so that's cool #I haven’t even watched bowling yet 😭 gonna go do that now god bless

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