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(Contains light M/F)

Outside the gates of Tartarus, a vehicle arrived at the entry point, Suneater stepping form the car of one of the officers on duty. Fatgum said he needed help with an interrogation of one of the villains he managed to capture. The Minimizer, he called himself. His quirk held the ability to shrink anything he saw fit by a single touch. The more he read the report he filed, a gloomy cloud rose above him. How in the world did he catch him with a power like that?

"Fatgum is waiting for you inside the prison, sir" an officer interrupted ushering to the path ahead.

Always the first to head in, just like him. "Thank you.." he pulled his hood over his head, making his way past the mecha guards standing post at the gate.

He tugged at his cape as the panels hissed, wind escaping into the air as they opened to another set of mechas guards behind it. He met their cold stairs, standing at the central panel ahead of them before the floor raised ahead. He counted the seconds as the he looked to the outside glass, pressure building in his ears as the fish swam passed. this place would be a good place for solitude, if it weren't for the swarm of villains contained inside. reaching the ground floor, he walked through the cemented hallways, past the thin doors of the prison cells to Thick doors blocking the path. It was there, he saw the yellow jumpsuit of his instructor. Fatgum

"Hey, Tamaki!" he waved to him, "glad you could make it."

"I wouldn't it's a pleasant one, sir." he shrunk beneath his hoodie.

"I know, I wish we met up on better times too. Through here." he pressed his palm at a panel, before the thick doors opened. Officers were already inside, guns aimed at the plastic splitting the room as a man wrapped in an Asylum Jacket, smirked on the other side.

his eyes darted to the door. "Well well, didn't know the clowns did visiting hours for us. Gonna blow me a balloon, tubby?" he turned his gaze toward Suneater, the small hero ducking beneath his hoodie. "Who's the clam shell?"

"My partner." he stepped forward. "You know what we came for, Minimizer, what did you do with the hostage you had?"

"Ah that woman, she had a lot of fire in her eyes. Even gave me a scar" he tilted his neck, a streak of burnt skin rising to his right side. "But even candles can be snuffed out if you "shrink" their stem."

one of the officers gripped their fist, stepping from the others toward the smug villain in the cell. "You loathsome-!" A palm from Fatgum touched his chest, ushering him back.

"Don't let him get in your head." He said, his eyes never leaving the strapped villain.

"No no, please, let him come a little closer." Minimizer said.

Suneater eyed his instructor, looking to the surrounding officers before tugging his mask down. This environment is too much stress for him. He could be at home, eating a snack while watching herotube. He yearned they'd find the hostage soon, wherever she may be.

"Where did you take the hostage?" Fatgum asked again,his tone less welcoming than what he had outside.

The villain chuckled, dancing in his restraints. "Oh it's embarrassing just to tell you. It's all a blur really, she caused such a fuss I just had to put her in her place. Hmm.. where was that again?…" He shook around, humming to himself as he looked to the ceiling. a bulge pushed out below him, the lining of his belled cock shaping the fabric. an aggressive whimper pieced the hollow room. "Oh that's right, there." he grinned at the barreled hero."

Fatgum's gloves squeaked together. "Release her, now."

"You'll have to try harder than just barking demands. But you hero Types don't have the.." he shivered, his cock throbbing into the jacket. "mmm..drive to get the job done."

Suneater watched silently at his instructor, shifting toward the villain that stared back at him. it just had to be more difficult. hiding the hostage inside him? how were they supposed to retrieve her without hurting the villain.

Fatgum sighed, turning to the other officers. "Do we have the green light?"

"It just came in now." one of them said.

"Good, do you mind giving us the room for a moment?" The officers nodded, exiting into the hallway. Fatgum moved toward the side of the room where a tray rested, pulled the lid to a sizzling steak underneath..

He wheeled it closer between the three of them, and the villain bellowed. "What is this? A dinner party? That's how you're gonna bribe me?"

The hero cocked a smile. "Oh this dish isn't meant for you" he stuck the fork into the meat, hovering it to Suneater. "It's for my pal here."

Suneater blinked. "M..Me?"

"It's time we discuss your role in this bud, you're going to help with this interrogation. This steak is specially modified for this situation, gened by Mt. Lady herself." he handed the plate to him, his face still filled with confusion.

He shook his head. "Not like I have a choice." he took the fork from Fatgum, lifting the steak to his mouth as grease spilled onto the plate below.

He bit at the fat along its edge, salty fluid filling his mouth as a spark ran through his body, stretching to his limbs like lightning. He looked toward his instructor, who nodded in approval. He didn't know how feeding him would save the hostage, but he was too far in to stop now. He took another bite, and his limbs bega to bulge, stretching along the corner of the room.

His head bumped against the ceiling of the cell, his arms forced to bend. "Sir? I don't know what's happening."

"You're doing great, suneater." Fatgum said, unlocking the villain’s as he wheeled him between himself and Suneater. "You're going to get the information out of this villain"

Minimizer looked to the towering hero, watching him shrivel beneath his mask. "Him? Aha! You're going to send a brat to deal with me? What's that pipsqueak going to do? eat me?"

"That's exactly what he's going to do."

"What?!" Suneater and the villain shouted.

"You forced a civilian to endure your body. If you don't want to cough them up, then perhaps a taste of your own medicine will motivate you." he turned toward the giant hero. "Suneater."

The hero was hesitant, extending an arm toward the strapped villain. He hoisted to the air, his reflection shining through his mask. Was he really about to do this? Eat a villain and have him wriggle inside his body. He watched the villain flail in his hold, thrashing like a worm on a hook.

"You even think about eating me brat and I'll give you indigestion!" Maximizer said.

"Don't listen to him bud. Think of the civilian, and the danger she's in."

Suneater paused, looking at the villain as his fiery gaze stared back. Fatgum was right, a civilian was counting on them for rescue. He couldn't let them down, he couldn't let Fatgum down. He took off his mask, hovering Minimizer overhead. He licked at his back, and shriveled as his cologne eradicated his taste buds. He could have at least had a decent taste, he thought, scraping his tongue from his head to the tip of his boots.

the villain swung his weight around, knocking his head against his tongue. "Hey! I'm not seafood you damn brat!". Suneater glared at him as he thrashed, their body jerking from one finger to another.

“And you’re no sweet tart, but the sooner you calm down the better-” the fold of the jacket rppined off, sending Minimizer face first into the bed sized flesh of Suneater’s tongue. Suneater gagged at the sudden intrusion, mustache hair glossing along his tongue like a paint brush.

A different taste soon welcomed his taste buds, sour taste as the villain rolled around before sweetening. He didn't know if it was his mind losing it, or if it was the steak that he ate. He wanted to pull the villain out, tugging at the end of his jacket. but his tongue moved in the opposite direction, the asylum jacket slipping from his fingers and behind his now closed lips.

The wriggling of the villain was alien to him, saliva filling the chamber as the villain’s body floated from his tongue. The villain's complaints met his ears, sloshed from one corner of his cheek to the other before the tongue wrestled him to the middle. It was as if his mouth had a mind of its own, manhandling him before it threw him to the ceiling of his mouth and tossed his eager gullet..

Before he knew it, his throat muscles flexed upon the stationary villain, a faint bulge sliding down his neck, as their scowled softened into his collar bone. He snapped out of his trance, looking down to Fatgum who’s starry gaze looked to the center of shirt. a kick struck at his abdomen, suneater lifting his shirt to little imprints dancing at his slender stomach.

"What kind of hero eats someone?!" the villain cried out, punching weakly at the abdominal wall. "Security! Security!"

"Security won't be able to help you in there" Fatgum approached. "Not until you comply and release the civilian."

The villain shouted in a rage, twisted against Suneater's stomach. Softened features of his body pushed at the surface of his stomach, stretching like a goo monster as his skin pulled them beneath the skin.

"Sir, all this struggling is giving me an upset stomach" he wheezed, his gut tightening as fluid raced to his throat. "I think i'm going to hurl."

"Don't do that with me in here!" the villain squealed, pounding to the outside world. "Get me out of here!"

"You know the deal, Minimizer.." Fatgum said smugly, crossing his arms..

grunts and groans overcame the stomach, indents appearing from wall to wall as palms printed from its surface. After a moment of struggling, the villain gave his answers. "Fine, just..get me out of here!"

Fatgumgum nodded, giving the signal to suneater who still clutched at his stomach. he took a step back as he adjusted to his knees, heaving at his stomach as salty fluid blowing climbed into his mouth. A wriggling bulge traveled up his neck, his cheeks filling as muffled grunts returned. He spat the contents to the floor, the villain riding its tide to the far wall.

He flicked chunks of meat from his mustache. "You loathesome..insignificant-!"

"Enough games, Minimizer. Cough up the civilian, or we can put you back in."

He gritted teeth at the demand, but smiled as he stood up. "No you think I’m goingto just give up my prize, fatso, I don’t think so." he watched as the heroes gritted their teeth, his smile growing wider.

"Why I otta-" fatgum raist the sleeves of his suit, the villain hopping before he flexed his waist, and a whimper escaped.

“Ah ah ah, anymore movement and I’ll shrink this woman to molecule size. Just think of how long it will take for you saps to search for her through my seed. That wouldn’t be good now would it?” he said, watching Fatgum lower his fist. “ Typical heroes, always one step too slow to save the day. Now why don’t you tell your officers to ready a car for me, and don’t even think about playing hero-” a crimson glow came from beneath the leather, smoke simmering to the air.

"Sir?" suneater asked.

"I see it, and I think it's gonna blow."

it grew brighter, the fabric deteriorating into embers as flames arose, erupting in an inferno. Suneater raised his palm toward Fatgum, transforming it into a clam as he shielded him from its blast. He could hear the villain scowl among the fiery torrent, his eyes bulging as it spewed out from his waist. But it flickers as creamy fluid spilled onto the floor like lava,a thicker wad splashing to the ground before him.

It grew limbs, rising from the wad like a spawn as a woman stood up. "Can't believe I have to go through the likes of that. So filthy, I can hardly breath in there." she flicked her hair to the said, squeezing the ends as her palms heated them. She looked to the ceiling to the heroes looking back, cocking her brow. "Oh good, I was wondering when you were going to show up."

"You lousy tramp!" Minimizer yelled weakly, a burnt hole in his jacket exposing his thighs, and the now charcoaled cock as it flexed weakly. "You burnt me!"

"You're lucky that’s all I did for you what you put me through." she scorned, looking back to Fatgum. "Listen, I’m tired, damp, and would really like to enjoy a shower. So let's wrap up shall we."

"Uh, yeah of course. But first, we have to get one more thing for you. Miniimizer, return this civilian back to normal."

"Like hell I would do that! Especially after you threw me into that brat's stomach."

Suneater soaked, hiding beneath his hoodie. "It wasn't exactly ideal, you gave us no choice."

"I'd destroy all of you right now, especially you, tramp!"

Sparks flickered from her palm. "Tramp? let me tell you something mister." she approached. "I've been cooped up in your balls since we got here, put up with your senseless banters of conquering half the district." she scorched the bottom of the jacket, burning his legs free as she climbed to his crotch as he pinched at his cock. "So unless you don't want your cock barbecued, you'll give me my size back."

Fatgum tugged at his jumpsuit. "How'd he manage to get her like this?"

"He got the jump on me when I was shopping," she replied. " So what'll it be, chuckles?"

"f..fine."

She scoffed through her nose, her palm leaving a print along the bulbed head. She stepped away from the villain, he snapped his fingers as returned to size, the heat from her body overtaking the two heroes.

she stretched her limbs, tugging at her tank top. "Ah, that's much better. With that out of the way, I'll leave clean to you two" she moved past the two of them, opening the door to officers peeking in.

"I don't think so.." Minimizer said, his other arm slipping from the sleeve. "You think you can just walk away after this? You're dead wrong!" He lunged for the civilian, his speed catching the officers off guard.

The civilian raised a glowing palm, before Fatgum stepped in between, his arm spread out and his body exposed. The villain impacted against him, and was swallowed up, his punches absorbed into his muscle.

"You won't get that chance this time." he replied, hugging the villain into submission. Curling into his knees, he launched the villain back to his cell, cracking the cemented wall before they fell to the ground. The officers advanced, arresting the villain once more. "Let that be a lesson to you."

looks the investigation is over, Suneater thought to himself. He watched as another officer approached with another jacket, before Fatgum approached.

"Nice job as always, little bud. I knew I could count on ya." he raised a fist to him.

Suneater sighed, placing his fist against his. "Thank you sir. but now I have one more question that needs to be solved."

"What's that?"

"Can I go home?"

#shrink #cock vore #oral vore

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winns-stuff · 1 year ago

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Hi,hello! Not sure if you remember me, but I'd submitted some asks and brought up discussion topics in this blog way back then! I'm back from the dead after an exasperatingly long school year and some other daunting crap!Hope you're doing fantastic!🧡❤️💜💖

I saw that thread of beyonce's beautiful pink gown and thought about how I would've designed a dress for persephone's wedding . I did some digging and found a drawing I'd painted earlier this year inspired by lore olympus and RS's long- discontinued gothic-neovictorian comic "the doctor foxglove show".

The flowers are asphodels to represent persephone and I feel like the gothic traditional regal vibe would fit her nicely.

I also have other ideas that unfortunately I'm not gonna translate into drawings anytime soon 'cause of a bunch of other stuff I'm busy with

So I'm afraid you're gonna have to use your imagination.The wedding dress doesn't have to be white( how they made demeter "force" perse's dress to be white to further antagonize her and STILL ended up drawing persephone in a white dress anyway is still beyond me tbh )her symbols could beautifully be incorporated into her dress .

Exhibit 1:a "portrait of madame x" black outfit with a bat wing-like two part cape(her sacred animal:bat) that is bejeweled with black pearls and diamonds and smokey quartz ,the tiara in that portrait is a reference to diana the roman goddess of the hunt AKA artemis,so it could be a nice tribute to her friendship with artemis in the comic .

exhibit 2: a fully bejeweled gown made out of her symbolic gem stones:Lepidolite, Rhodochrosite and Smoky Quartz, signifying her marriage to the god of wealth(I know she's meant to be anti -capitalist but the comic doesn't follow through with it so ...)the sleeves or other parts (like dress layers)could take the shape of the flower petals of asphodel or Narcissus. Maybe a jewel faux- lily crown too. Along with rubies and spinels to form the shape of pomegranates all over the whole fit.

Exhibit 3:an elegant coat-like dress made out of deer (her own sacred animal)and black ram (hades')and fur . It would be a good nod to the fur coat hades gifted her in S1 and the underworld is cold too so why not(holy ginger snaps I just realized how impractical her official queen outfit is! Like we've been told in that episoide that underworld is cold and yet persephone's dress is sleeveless!girlie's freezing!) Also pearl/alabaster-made faux deer horns could be sprouting from her back like wings

Exhibit 4:a feathery dress as a tribute to her sacred animal:parrots most of the dress could be a nice shade of green with some red and yellow feathers which would be common colors for a parrot and also the color of the bridal dresses for ancient greek and roman noblewomen .

Exhibit 5:Like I said red and yellow /gold were bridal dress colours for greeks and romans,what other things are red and yellow?!wheats and tulips! Demeter's symbols!this could've very well been a sweet tribute from daughter to mother ! Imagine a multi -layered flower gown with deep scarlet and black petal-shaped fabrics to look like tulips and a multi-layered veil to match!!! And then imagine golden embroidered threads in the shape of wheat branches and golden wheat shaped necklace and earrings too! And an emerald ,olivine and topaz choker in the shape of a gecko(demeter's sacred animal)

Of course one could also go ham and just combine all these ideas together and make a maximalistic, artsy,chaoticly gorgeous outfit.I personally like it because it could be a symbol of how playful and fun spring is but also how unpredictable and strange death is!I feel like if rachel took her time and didn't rush things she could give us something extraordinary!!!!!!

As always I hope this ask finds you in good health! Bye bye🌹☘️💖💜🎀💚🌺🌸❤️💕🧡👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

I remember you! I’m so glad to have you back! Your design is so beautiful by the way and honestly it’s very easy on the eyes too! I could see Persephone wearing something like that and also I’m honestly gushing about all of your exhibits because they’re so sweet and I absolutely love the detail you put in them. The tributes would’ve made the dress not only memorable but also very impactful to her character since Persephone was always supposed to be a more family oriented person (at least in season one when was characterized to be most comfortable with physical touch and around people) and it really would’ve showed us how strong her relationships have become over the past seasons, her friends are really just accessories at this point and they’re only brought up when it’s convenient. Hell even some signifying detail about Hades’ details would’ve been romantic like if they both wore parts of each other’s sacred animals or something like you incorporated, Hades never wears anything to represent Persephone and yet Persephone is supposed to be the one wearing dark colors now it’s just so one sided honestly.

But enough rambling, this was honestly such a sweet ask and I absolutely loved going through all of your ideas! They were genuinely so sweet and I hope everything is going great for you! <3

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus

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mha-quotes-and-such · 3 years ago

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im judging 1-a's hero costumes and want to share them with you :) just as a general base for this assume im judging everyone for not having the appropiate amount of padding on their costume

aoyama: sir, this isnt a modern fashion show this is crime fighting.

ashido: look, i know her whole schtick is like, 80s (90s??) era, but i am on my knees begging her to at least choose prints that go with each other.

tsuyu: honestly? its good. i think she should maybe add some blues and browns into it if shes going to be fighting in water so she can blend in a bit more, but its very nice already.

iida: sir, sir, why are you wearing the equivalent of a medieval suit of armor. he can run fast, yeah, but that wont do much if they can hear him coming a mile away.

uraraka: another one i really like. the color scheme is cute, you cant tell what her quirk is just by looking at it, and she has a face protector!! you go you funky little hero.

ojiro: i mean, it fits his personality? i look at his character and go ehhh. and then i see his hero costume and go ehhh. very on brand.

kaminari: the jacket is a grabby hazard. maybe he could fix the ends to the rest of his costume so they arent flapping around? other than that its good.

kirishima: look, i love him as much as the next person but god please put on a shirt. take a leaf out of mirio's book and make a suit out of your hair, that way it hardens with you and adds an extra layer of protection. also the skirt thingy is a grabby hazard.

koda: gonna be honest, i had to look it up because i could not remember what it looked like BUT when i saw it it was a little confusing? the mouth. why. he couldve put anthing else on his shirt in relation to his quirk but goes with a set of teeth. get it ig?

sato: its solid. a little boring to look it which must be a pain to market off but its reliable? i mean it compliments him well so. king.

shoji: so theres nothing really wrong with it, but i just dont like it. i mean he doesnt have much to work with to be fair and it feels a little plain. not like i could do any better though.

jiro: her costume looks like street clothes. the jacket, again, should be fixed to the rest of her costume so you cant grab it. her boots might weigh her down? idk maybe theyre made of lightweight material who knows.

sero: another one i dont necessarily have a strong opinion about. it works well with his quirk, he sticks to a few main colors, and his helmet thing looks like a tape dispenser. hes easily marketable and its efficient.

tokoyami: haha edgelord. but its useful. his cloak helps dark shadow if theres too much light and it just fits his aesthetic. another easy market (esp towards teens)

todoroki: why.

hagakure: see above, but more stressed. please, just copy mirio and make a suit out of your hair. we are all begging you.

bakugou: oh boy uh. green and orange are So Ugly together. they just dont work and the black background theyre on only accentuates this. another note: his gauntlets are too big for him to open a door. this man would never be able to do stealth missions unless he lost the gauntlets.

midoriya: i like his, honestly. he adapted it to work well with his quirks and he also reinforced the places and he needex extra support (wrists/hands). stuck to a color scheme.

mineta: i genuinely do not understand what the thing around his waist is for?? what is it. also cape: garbby hazard. id tone down the yellow a bit, just so it doesnt scream out his position because its eye catching.

yaoyorozu: you are a child. i cant believe i am reiterating this point so much but make a suit out of your hair. your hair is a surface on your body ergo, you should be able to produce your creations through it without exposing yourself.

+aizawa: i mean, it works for an underground hero. he doesnt have to worry about his appearance, just practicality. he has his goggles, his scarf. the only thing bad is the bagginess. some villain is going to grab the extra fabric and yeet him into a brick wall.

I’ll be honest. Whenever costumes are involved I always get a little scared. But you anon? You’ve managed to be OSHA and the fashion police all at once. I literally can’t add anything to this you are objectively correct

And THANK YOU for bringing up the ‘make costumes out of your hair’. Sure it might not work 100% of the time. But at LEAST Hagakure could! I would like to see it for all the ones you’ve mentioned tho, it’s incredibly practical and also way more protective for these children

#momo and Hagakure especially are unacceptable #like you’re gonna throw some ‘tHeY hAvE tO’ logic at me #and then give us Mirio???#not a quote #ask #long post

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nuded-and-spooked · 4 years ago

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sooo i did (a little) redesign for killjoys or whatever. i don`t really know how to call it, i was just messing around with them and this happened. it actually was meant to be as a “fem-version” but now i`m not sure what i`m doing. so gonna call them “them” bc who cares they don`t have one particular theme, it`s a mess but i love it for some reason

so let me tell a lil bit more about those designs!!!

fun ghoul: (i know they look kinda wrong and sad ok? ok)

- go with “trashy-all-layered” style bc i think it suits them (it also remindes me of hippy style that`s...interesting)

- have a braid in the front that longer than other hair.

- yellow sweater has a sewed part on the bottom from regular shirt bc it`s fun and they have a tail now. cool :)

- have a bandana tucked in jeans

- jeans are super wide on the bottom (kinda fucked up with this part, ha) and really frayed. also draw on them and lets all their friends draw on them too.

- different socks!!

- don`t wear actual laces, but wear those child clipsy things of different colors. swear that they can tie laces, but noone actually saw them doing this

- the also had to have colorful bandages??? but i kinda forgot and theres no place for it now. also all the nails had to have all the colors of different members but again i forgot

kobra kid!!:

- have this kinda sporty style bc why not ^)

- longer hair!! fluffy hair!!!!!!!!

- have this strange one-hand jackets that i once saw on the internet and thought it was cool. probably have their kobra-logo or whatever on the back

- have different gloves since one of them has a protection/comfort purpose to wear this electro-deadly-glove (how do you call it??) that flashed in the mv for like 0,2 seconds. red lines on the palm actually glow

- belt has “KOBRAKOBRAKOBRA” written on it

- painted sole red themselves

party poison:

- I DON`T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THERE I JUST THOUGHT IT LOOKS COOL

- have a little tail on the back of the head

- it`s not a one-piece costume it`s like an onion: has layers. so it`s a hell to put this on

- all the lines glow

jet star:

- i had to redesign them 3 times since it looked like an e-girl first, then they gave off strong revenge vibes and this is not i`m going for. so i added a lot more orange and yellow to make it more dd style. i had to.

- have one dyed strand

- cape is actually just a piece of fabric with a clip. looks like a bat wing. nice :)

- use rope as a belt

- slightly different socks

- have a metal piece on the boots. painted stripes themselves + drew a yellow ”solar eclipse”

so yeah that`s all. i hope posting it here will give a motivation to draw more using those designs? we`ll see how it goes anyway thats all

(also i used words here i never saw relying on google since english is not my native language so if anything feels out of place there`s why. sorry me dumb)

#killjoys #party poison #fun ghoul #jet star #kobra kid

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ayo-cowbelly · 4 years ago

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opinions on star wars outfits: a saga

my thoughts on five of a certain character’s outfits (if they have that many) in the series, because this galaxy takes weird shit and calls it fashion- and it WORKS

first up: padme <3 we’re doing ten for her cause she is a model and rocks everything she wears, and she has so many outfits it’s insane (don’t worry i put in the ‘keep reading’ thing so this doesn’t take over your dash, i’m sorry it’s so long, the others won’t be)

#1: the lantern dress

i think i saw something that said they plugged in the little ovals at the bottom to make them light up, so that’s cool.

when i was a kid, i thought they looked like beetles or something.

the color’s nice.

also, is it lined with FUR? wow they went all out for someone who rules a resort of a planet.

looks like it’d be heavy though.

something that’s good in theory but when you wear it for more than an hour you’re sweating and you can’t move and you really need to go to the bathroom, but to do that you have to like... fully undress in the stall or something and it’s not even worth it.

rating: 6/10 because it’s cute but might get uncomfortable

#2: the battle outfit

ooo i love this one. it’s like.. chic but simple?

and the color is super cool.

it’s a skirt that’s kind of... around the pants? which is awesome; gives it some flair.

i like the yellow stripey things on the shoulders. very fun.

downside? it looks like it’s velvet. which, honestly, isn’t my first choice fabric for running around a palace shooting at robots. but kudos to padme for doing so while still looking amazing.

i’d figure out a way to trip on the skirt, i swear, but i like that they still have one for their battle outfits. like yeah we’re in a firefight but flowy skirt go swish

rating: 7/10 because it’s very nice, just might be a bit impractical

#3: the purple headdress one

pretty colors

looks like a nighttime version of the sunset dress

i love that she wore this for traveling. like, who’s gonna see you? your handmaidens, rattail-hair obi wan, Weed Dad Jinn and Bowl Cut Baby Ani. not much of an audience. but also, i shouldn’t be talking, seeing as i dress up for zoom calls in my house and then keep my camera off the whole time.

the gold part of the headpiece is cool, it stands out but doesn’t clash.

the design on the headpiece looks like one you’d see on an old guy’s sweater (that diamond pattern? why do they all wear it?)

very nice outfit overall

rating: 8/10 because it’s pretty but not my favorite

speaking of the sunset dress... #4: ONE OF THE BEST ONES ON THIS LIST

THIS IS LIKE. THE BEST ONE.

It’s so beautiful??? and THE OMBRE?? I DIE

and that low back, okay padme i see you ;)

when i was young i wanted this dress so bad. i asked for it for my birthday a few times.

i want to wear this dress so i can stand in an empty room and twirl around

the sleeves are so pretty and flowy and swishy. BEAUTIFUL.

this outfit boosts my serotonin levels 100000%

rating: 10/10 because YES.

#5: the aggressive negotiations jumpsuit

first of all, reminds me of leia’s hoth outfit, like mother like daughter

the cape looks like a throw blanket i have

why she’d wear to a red desert planet, i’m not sure, but whatever floats your boat

the metal cuffs on the arms look like they’d get uncomfortable after a while- like you’d get the same red marks from them that you get when you wear jeans all day

also the hairstyle looks like... pipe cleaners or noodles or something? i don’t know but she makes it work

rating: 6/10 because: 1) i think this was just an excuse for natalie to wear something s3xy and 2) i wanna see obi wan wear this instead but alas

#6: the corset dress

STEP ON ME QUEEN

this is the dress that started my realiziation i’m bisexual i swear. i rewatched AOTC and just paused the screen for like thirty minutes

she rocks this dress like she rocks the star wars world (and mine)

the only downside is the headband. the metal looks like it’d hurt after a while. or like it’d be a BITCH to take after wearing it for a few hours (cause it seems to go into the ponytail or something if that makes sense)

also i’m not a huge fan of the scarf but whatever it looks good

rating: 9/10 because WOW OKAY

#7: the beaded nightgown

okay i don’t know who else besides padme would wear something with BEADS to sleep in but i’m here for it

she really goes all out, like girl really wears a nightgown with a cape

i would get eaten alive trying to sleep in this, watch me get swallowed by the amount of material combined with the blankets

actually maybe i wouldn’t need a blanket, i could just wrap myself up in this dress like a metallic burrito

the color is beautiful and looks like it came out of lothlorien

to be honest this outfit just somehow gives me galadriel vibes and I AM LOVING IT

downside: i mean why you’d wanna sleep with beads on i’m not sure, seems like it’d get uncomfortable (those suckers DIG into your skin or at least scratch it)

rating: 9/10 because beauty is pain but shouldn’t be too much pain

#8: (we’re almost done i promise) another travel outfit but make it tan

“anakin, you’re breaking my heart” yeah well you know what’s breaking my heart, padme? those leggings. sorry babe but the color looks like my skin when i’m nauseous. i don’t know they just don’t do it for me

also what gets me about this outfit is that she found out anakin killed a bunch of people but still decided she just HAD to change her outfit and do her hair before going to see him. like i know it was probably for practicality purposes (who tf wants to wear a gown to mustafar) but still

but i do like the color, nice and simple and it looks good with her hair

also the arm gloves are cool.

the boots remind me of luke’s in ROTJ, which are awesome. the twins inherited their mother’s fashion sense

rating: 6/10 because *gru voice* i like it, but not a lot

#9: the green velvet monstrosity (doing this one because they can’t all be winners)

okay i’m sorry maybe it’s just me but I... low key hate this dress. well hate’s a strong word but still

she looks great, it’s just the outfit i don’t like. the color reminds me of.... puke, a little bit.

i don’t like the yellow-green with the purple. maybe it’s just the lighting, but i don’t feel like they go together i’m sorry. also i just don’t like velvet but that’s a personal thing. upside, it hides her pregnancy well, which i think is what she was going for during ROTS. but yeah this is probably my least favorite padme outfit (one of them, at least).

this one does not spark a lot of joy

rating: 4/10 because i don’t like it but she still looks good

#10 / final one: the funeral dress

hard to get a good picture of this one but whatever

OKAY I LIED THIS IS MY FAVORITE

she looks like a water nymph and i ADORE it

it’s so so so beautiful and i love the colors and WITH THE FLOWERS ON THE SIDE i just love it so much.

her hair looks awesome as well

the blue is amazing and i love it with the mixes of purple and sparkles and green.

the outfit looks like it came from a fantasy forest or something, it’s great

I LOVE IT

this one sparks joy

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all-le-smut · 4 years ago

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The prompt/lurker anon who hopes they don’t come across as pushy, and is paranoid about tumblr eatings asks: third prompt idea, we see a lot of marionette/ puppet imagery with Janus. How would it look for him to literally puppeteer another side with hypnosis? Would he use his voice or conjure strings, would he freeze/move them around? Bonus points if they’re into it but too embarrassed to say. Love your work, I hope others are inspired to send in prompts!

A Good Puppet

Summary: Janus starts puppeteering the sides around the house to do his bidding. It starts out innocent, but as the sides start to...like it, it happens more often and gets more heated.

Warnings: Control, puppet, hypnosis, smut

Janus had a hold on the sides, and they had no idea. At any point, he could force their bodies to move a certain way, to do a certain thing. Often, he would make little yellow strings appear onto them, just to remind them that Janus was in control. Sometimes they would be completely in trance, blissfully unaware of anything they were doing at the moment, but sometimes... Janus let them stay awake, aware of what was happening. Just to let them enjoy it a little bit more. After each session, though, he made them forget. But today... today was different.

It was early in the morning. Janus was slithering his way through the halls, deciding which side should be his first victim. After not much thought at all, and going off of pure lust and want, he chose Patton.

He whisked his way into Patton’s room, where the gleeful side was sleeping. Upon having Janus enter his room, he took in a deep breath and stretched. He groggily blinked his eyes open and smiled when he saw Janus.

“Oh, good morning!” he greeted. “What’s up?”

“Stand,” Janus commanded.

Patton blinked, slightly taken aback. “I--what?”

“I said...” Janus stretched out his hand towards Patton, and yellow strings formed around Patton’s wrists and ankles. “Stand.” Janus lifted his hand higher in a graceful sweeping motion, and the strings pulled Patton to his feet.

“Woah! What the--” Patton was cut off when Janus closed his hand into a fist, and Patton’s hand was forced over his mouth.

“Good puppets don’t talk.” Janus grunted. He spun around, his cape drifting in the sudden force of the wind. “Follow.” Janus motioned his hand towards the exit to Patton’s room, and the strings brought him along. Patton looked scared, and yet... slightly allured.

Next was Logan’s room. Janus wanted to see the smug look on Logan’s face be wiped away when he realized that all of his control had been stripped away. The thought made Janus happy, and horny.

Janus and his new puppet entered Logan’s room. Logan was reading quietly and didn’t look up when the two sides entered.

“What do you want?” Logan muttered.

“Look at me,” Janus growled.

“Why?” Logan retorted, keeping his eyes glued to his pages.

“Because you want to look at me,” Janus waved his hand through the air, and those same yellow strings emerged to wrap tightly around Logan’s head and forced his gaze upwards. He looked confused. “It’s so nice to look at me.”

Logan was already trying to fight the chords bound to him, but more strings came to bind his arms and legs. “Janus, I don’t think--”

“Shh,” Janus made a flicking motion with his fingers, and almost immediately Logan’s eyes went crossed and his lips started to leak with drool. “Good puppets don’t need to think. Come along, we’ve got more marionettes to collect.”

Logan nodded obediently and stood. He started following Janus just as Patton was.

“Janus, why are you doing this?” Patton whispered fearfully. “What are you planning to do?”

Janus chuckled. “I just want to have a little fun is all. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have fun too.”

Roman was up next, but they didn’t need to enter his room. Roman met with them in the hallway, immediately suspicious and concerned when he saw the ropes on his friends. “What the hell? Deceit, what is this?!”

Janus shrugged. “Just a little game. Wanna play?”

At that, Roman was infuriated. “How dare you?! Let them go this instant!” Roman went to reach for his sword, but those same strings stopped his arm.

“Or else what, Roman?” Janus teased. “Were you going to fight me?”

Roman was trying with all his might to pull against the ropes and reach his sword, but it was to no avail. “Oh, you bet your ass I’ll fight you!” His unchained hand balled into a fist and swung around in an attempt to punch Janus.

Patton cried out in horror, Logan remained ignorant, and Janus didn’t flinch. Roman’s fist was near inches from his scaly face and yet, the punch had stopped mid-strike thanks to Janus’s trusty strings.

“How silly. Didn’t you know?” Janus purred.

“Know what?” Roman spat.

Janus leaned in to whisper his next sentence into Roman’s ear. “Good puppets don’t need to move on their own.”

And just like that, Roman was just as helpless to Janus’s puppeteering as the two others were. As much as he fought, his strength was nothing compared to the hypnotic binds wrapped around his body. At last, Roman let his arms go slack as to save his strength for a later fight.

Next would have been Virgil, but Janus found Remus and Virgil arguing in the living room. Virgil was sitting on the couch, muttering to himself furiously while Remus screeched about who knew what. Once Janus entered the room and his puppets followed, Roman called out.

“Virgil!” Only one word escaped Roman’s lips before Janus shut him up. Virgil immediately turned his attention to the newly arrived sides and stood up in a panic.

“What the hell...?” he whispered.

Remus looked at all of the tied up sides and started to clap his hands happily. “Oh, we’re doing this again! This is going to be fun. Janus, you know how I like it~” Remus cooed.

Janus rolled his eyes and, with a wave of his hand, strings appeared around Remus’s neck, wrists, ankles, and dick. The yellow rope yanked the duke’s already hard member out of his pants harshly, which made the duke giggle.

Virgil started trying to back away, but Janus simply laughed and reached out his hand to the anxious side. The yellow strings bound themselves around Virgil’s legs, tying them together so that he could not walk, and around his wrists.

“Tsk tsk. Good puppets don’t run, Virgil,” Janus purred. Virgil hissed at him and Janus just smiled.

Now that he had the whole gang, he would waste no time. He parted his jaws and licked his lips, keeping hard eye contact with Virgil. “You are my good puppet.”

As soon as those words hit the air, all five of the tied up sides stood up straight and their cocks began to harden on command. “What the fuck?!” Virgil yelled.

Janus smirked. “Virgil, why don’t you just...” Janus motioned his hand towards Roman. “Go over there.”

Virgil began to move, the strings forcing him forwards. He shuffled towards Roman, who was stuck with his chest puffed out and pants tightening quickly around his hips. Once Virgil was in front of Roman, Janus let his hand drop, making Virgil fall to his knees. Now, Virgil’s nose was a mere breath away from Roman’s stiff dick. Virgil swallowed hard, starting to shake with anticipation as his own cock fought its fabric confinement.

“Eager, are we?” Janus teased. “Well, you will just have to stay there for a moment. I have to set everyone else up as well. Speaking of which, Logan,” Janus waved his hand and Logan’s blank eyes stared up at his puppeteer. “Why don’t you go over to Remus there?”

“I get Logan this time?!” Remus cheered happily.

Logan stumbled his way over to the duke, who was grinding against the air. Janus moved both of his hands in an attempt to get Logan into the position he wanted. First, the pants needed to come off. Then, the boxers. Then, to force Remus’s arms underneath Logan’s naked legs and lift him, placing his twitching hole right on top of the duke's tip.

“Good. Now stay in that position.” Janus commanded. Remus whined but didn’t argue.

“Now, Patton-”

“I’m gonna fuck you, right?” Patton sounded... eager. Excited. Janus chuckled.

“You wish, baby, but no. I want you to go right here,” Janus swept his hand towards Virgil, and Patton moved there accordingly. Janus positioned him right behind Virgil. He maneuvered his hands to slip off Virgil’s skinny jeans and revealing Virgil’s pale ass. The strings made Patton’s hands pull out his long, hard member and get ready. With one final addition of Virgil being made to take out Roman’s dick, everything was ready.

“When I snap my fingers, you will all be fully awake, fully aware, fully in control... and so fucking horny,” Janus growled. “Are you ready, my puppets?”

Janus was greeted with eager silence, which made him smile. “Good,” he whispered. “Now, three, two, one...”

SNAP!

Logan blinked and took a deep breath in as he was snapped out of his mindless trance, only to be immediately greeted with Remus’s thick cock penetrating him hard and fast. He couldn’t help but let out a high pitched moan of surprise and cling to the duke for balance.

Virgil took Roman into his mouth. He licked and sucked and blew, teasing Roman’s wet tip and panting on his twitching shaft. Patton shoved his own member into Virgil’s hole without warning, and the sudden mix of pleasure and pressure caused Virgil to deepthroat all of Roman at once. Roman let out a deep growl.

“Mmm, yesyesyes, oh fuck yes.” Roman groaned.

“Hah, hah, hah, hah...” Patton panted.

“Mmm, mwah, mmmmmammm.” Virgil murmured around Roman’s cock.

“Ahh, mm, ahh-aAHH~” Logan squealed.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, yes baby, fuck~” Remus spat blissfully.

Janus was left to watch his work. He was pleased, and he jerked himself off as he watched everyone he knew succumb to their deepest desires... all thanks to Janus. And the best part? Janus would have them remember all of this.

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logan-is-noggin · 4 years ago

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Cinder-fella part 2

summary: after being told by his stepfather he cant go to the ball, Patton is visited by someone who doesn't agree

word count: 1694

Weeks passed and the announcement of the ball was proclaimed in the market. roman and Remus arrived home enormously excited upon hearing about the ball. Patton quietly closed the door and placed their items on the front table. roman had not stopped fanning himself, muttering about what he would wear. Janus placed a hand on each of his sons. " leave everything to me, come the night of the ball, the prince wont help but make one of you his prince." Patton stood there, imagining himself at the ball, enjoying himself, possibly even meeting the prince. " PATTON!"

he shook his head to dispel his daydream, and saw Janus glaring at him. " what are you doing just standing there. you have work to do." he handed Patton a bundle of black and green fabrics " use this to make Remus an outfit for the ball. when you're done you can get started on Roman's." he said as he headed up the stairs to take a nap. but halfway up he was stopped by Patton's timid voice. " e-excuse me stepfather, I was wondering. that when I am finished with their outfits if I could make one for myself with the leftover material?" Janus turned his body fully to face the boy " what would you need such an outfit for?"

" oh, um- the ball, the page who announced it said that all eligible young men and women were instructed to attend for the prince to choose his mate and-"

" you thought you'd walk in, the prince would take one look at you and fall madly in love?" Patton kept his gaze lowered " its not impossible that it could happen"

" my dear boy, the prince will be very busy, conversing and dancing with many important people that night, the odds you even see him at the castle would be slim to none."

" well, even if not, it would be fun to just be in the castle, or even just seeing it up close."

Janus had made his way back down, he took Patton's chin in on of his gloved hands, as if appraising him. then he let go. " take it from me, as someone whose seen the palace up close, you wont be missing much."

( the day of the ball- 5 pm, Logan pov)

Prince Logan sat at his desk in his study that was attached to his chambers, all week he had been sulking about the ball, even reading his beloved books that were shelved along one whole wall of his study couldn't relax him down. earlier, he had thought to send a personal invitation to the boy he had met in the market the past week. but in the flurry of preparations he had forgotten his name. and he didn't know where the lad lived. Logan answered the knock at the door. it was Virgil. " sir, you really should have been at least dressed by now." in cases like this, Logan was lenient about how Virgil addressed him. honestly, Virgil had been more of a trusted friend or even brother than a servant, so Logan tried to afford him every exception.

" I know, but I so loathe these events, even ones where i am not center of attention. i wish there was a way out of these!" Virgil thought for a minute. " if i should be permitted to speak freely sir?" Logan nodded " ever since you became of age to marry, you have been subjected to how many balls in order to arrange your marriage?"

" ten" the prince replied. as if that answer had let him figure the rest of the dilemma for himself, his eyes lit up. another knock at the door stopped Logan from embracing Virgil, Thomas entered the room. " Logan, you're not even dressed. guests will be arriving any minute."

" my apologies father, but if I may have a word about the party?" " i know you're not thrilled about tonight, but it would be impossible to cancel the day of."

" I agree, and that is not what I mean, Virgil had come up with a compromise. If I am to find a mate tonight at the ball, that's great, but if not, let this be the last time mother tries to find them in this way. ten is an even number, is it not?"

Thomas nodded " I agree it seems to be a fair compromise. very well. I will tell your mother your decision. now you go get ready." both Logan and Virgil bowed, Virgil deeper than Logan before they hurried through the door to Logan's chambers.

(Patton pov)

Janus was observing roman and Remus's outfits, walking slowly around them. Patton had made roman a white outfit embellished with gold decoration down the front of the shirt, then draped across the front was a bright red sash. Remus was a stark opposite in his black with silver details. he had glittering puffs added to his shoulders after he asked Patton to make his outfit more dramatic than his brothers, a lime green sash graced his front. Patton only mended Janus's yellow bordered cape added to his usual outfit he wore. as they finished preening, Patton answered the door, greeting the carriage driver that would bring them to the castle. Patton informed Janus " the carriage is here, stepfather." He just spat back " fetch me my gloves boy." He hurried to the door, his arms full of Janus and Romans yellow and white gloves and Remus's Morning-star tipped cane. " we are to return at one am. Have tea ready for us." Patton nodded as he handed them each their accessories on their way out. Roman gave Patton a small nod and mouthed his thanks. Patton quietly closed the door and sighed, letting his shoulders fall. He wrapped his arms around himself as he sat in a woven chair. A few tears slipped from his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. " it's not fair." He whispered. " I wish I could go to the ball" he prayed silently. His head lifted in surprise when the there was a knock at the door. He was about to open it when the door itself burst open. Patton heard a voice sounding like a laugh and followed it out the door. Then he heard it in the garden, but there was no one there. Finally as he rounded the house he saw someone leaning against the open door. He wore a silver vest with black satin pants and shoes that sparkled. He wore dark glasses and held a strange looking see through cup. He smirked as he saw Patton. " while I always love a game of hide and seek, we got to get moving. Lots of work to do." He pushed himself off the door and took a step towards Patton. " who are you? Where'd you come from?" " the names Remy, and not gonna answer that one. Anyway, I'm your fairy god father." He pushed his glasses up onto his face tighter. Patton tilted his head " but you look my age, how could you be a father to anyone?" he teased " its just an expression, darling."

" I heard you wishing to go to the ball, so here I am." He said spreading his arms wide. Patton's eyes grew " can you really help me get there?" " yep. But we got to get going, coffee bean, there's a lot of work ahead." He pulled the straw from the cup and set the cup down. Remy shook the leftover liquid from the straw until magical sparks flew from the end. " now first thing first, bring me one of those pumpkins from the garden, we need to make you a carriage." Patton smiled and took off, rolling back a very round gourd until it landed right side up in front of Remy. Remy cracked his knuckles then waved the wand. The fruit shook as it grew larger and larger, turning from Orange to pale cream. Windows and a door appeared on either side and the vines curled round and round until they turned into metal wheels. Patton was astonished. he had never seen anything like this before. Remy clicked his tongue as he spotted four mice near the open door. With his magic he picked them up and they floated, transforming mid air into three white stallions and a driver who glanced down at his newly formed body. " this is all amazing. I can't thank you enough-" Remy stopped him " hold on, we ain't done yet. You couldn't step foot inside the castle looking like that." Patton looked down at his outfit. The pants and shirt were both baggy on him, currently being held up by pieces of rope since Remus was larger than him. Both articles were stained heavily. He was only able to wash one of his two outfits once a month. Remy snapped his fingers " well come on, twirl, don't make me do all the work." "Oh, sorry" he said. he started to slowly turn in place while Remy's magic glowed around him. His clothes shrunk to fit him perfectly, sky blue with silver filigree on the shirt, collar and cuffs. His boots were black and shiny. Patton was once again bewildered. He ran to a puddle and looked at his face and hair was brushed back and his face clean. His old broken glasses were now thin silver wire frames. " this is incredible." He said as tears of joy welled in his eyes. " somethings missing, show me your hands" Patton obeyed, holding his hands out. With a other wave, his fingers covered with white gloves with blue similar patterns. " there. Now you're perfect. go have fun coffee bean." Patton climbed Into his carriage. Remy held the door " one last thing- make sure you're out by midnight. My magic, like Coffee, doesn't last forever." The driver whipped the horses into a gallop towards the castle. After it was gone, Remy picked up his cup, then over in the garden took a piece of pumpkin and tossed it in, it dissolved into a dark brown liquid. Remy put his straw back in and took a sip.

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demyrie · 5 years ago

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For the fanfic ask: 1, 2, 9, 11, 13, 14, 18, & 46 : D

Thank you for your asks for the fanfic ask game!

1 is here, and 2 is much the same thing. I’m HELLA motivated by feedback as all us needy authors are!!! the fact that you take time to comment always makes me swoon and I wanna write ALL NIGHT. I’m also motivated to just finish stories and get them off my mind, because I feel great relief when I do.

BUT I’m also motivated to fill the void of awesome queer rep in the world, thinking “Man I would’ve killed to see/read this as a teen, MAN, so many opportunities are being wasted because of peoples cishet biases!!!! I GOTTA DO SOMETHING!!!” It makes me feel like I’m strapping on a cape and zooming off into the atmosphere, if just for a moment. Because ... the reality of it is sad and we need more representation (that doesn’t have to be perfect, and doesn’t get torn to shreds by our own community for clout points i’m looking at every one of you ok)

9, Deadlines? I usually don’t set deadlines for myself … it’s been a bit impossible lately because my work schedule is ALL over the place, and I’ve been foiled too many times by saying “I’m gonna finish this by Saturday!” and then work calls and is like “hey you’re working on saturday and every day before so buckle up”. I don’t respond to deadline pressure anyways. My creativity happens when it happens, which is an advantage and a disadvantage.

11, I do listen to music! But it’s gotta be wordless, so I do a lot of game OST and one I’m super into right now for writing dark stuff is Risk of Rain. It’s so futuristic and dark.

13 and 14 are here!

for 18, FAVORITE PAIRING IS ERASERMIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT followed by MightyShield and little sprinkles of MicNight. I love NaoMight but I can’t write it, I can only read it, and I love it. It has this weird completely ungraspable normalcy and ardency to it that I just can’t fit in my mind, it’s magical. I love it. I LOVE ALL OF IT I LOVE LOVE

46. SHARE A STORY SCENE???? WELL YOU ASKED FOR IT *digs through files* Have some …. LESBIAN ERASERMIGHT!!! thoroughly unbeta’d sorry

“Please, Aizawa-kun, go back outsideand enjoy yourself. I’m so happy you decided to come! I just, ah, Ineeded a break.”

but shouka did not leave – partiallybecause there wasn’t a party anymore, but mostly because Yagishouldn’t have needed a break from her own “halloween” bash.

“You’re stupid, to put all this onfor a party.” she said menacingly, crossing her arms and leaningagainst the door. (She meant the party, but also that muscle suit.But then, more and more, that seemed a costume itself, so maybe itall made sense.)

“Don’t be such a wet blanket,Shouka-kun! Why not have a little fun while I’m – while I’m still–”

she caught her breath and lowered herhead, coughing barking and staccato into her hand, brow furrowed inpain.

While you’re still what, Shoukademanded mentally. What were you then, and what does that make younow? Why does it seem like there’s a clock ticking for you,somewhere, but you won’t tell anyone the time?

She coughed hard enough that shestaggered, clutched her chest and bent, cursing softly under herbreath.

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” she muttered,an enormous hand already out behind her. Shouka meant to say shewasn’t, but she’d already done that dozens of times before and gottencaught in the glamorous circular dance of excuses that All Mightnever seemed to run out of and they were both too drunk for that.They’d end up in a ditch, metaphorically or because Shouka gotfucking impatient and pushed the older hero into one to get her toshut up.

Instead, she looked, and saw All Mightfumbling with something.

“What are you hiding?”

All Might froze, hands still clutchingsomething to her chest

“Funny, how all you’re doing isaccusing me of running and hiding when it’s you barging into my room…”

Shouka felt a prickle of warning –the dark tone, the steely tone only reserved for villains. Even inthe ridiculous bunny outfit pattered off of her more famous herosuits, her titanic shoulderline was intimidating, and Shouka knew shestill had strength in her.

Then, abruptly, she sagged, headfalling forward, tattered yellow bangs wagging as if cut loose.

“Fine.” she muttered. “It’s allruined anyway.”

the veteran hero shucked her pitifullylarge costume in one sharp motion, exposing the top of her tights andlong lean legs and narrow ass split by a thong. Stepping out of it inher stillettos as she reached down to gather it. Shouka stared, andbecause she was staring with such intensity, she barely caught theobject that came hurtling at her. She clapped her hands over it witha paffing noise and then raised it in front of her face, unable tounderstand or recognize the spongey bit of fabric.

“It’s a falsie.” All Might scoffedin front of her, head low.

Shouka’s gaze, fuzzy and delayed, fadedbeyond the rounded thing and to the veteran hero seated on the edgeof her bed, willowy fingers cupping protectively around a caving bracup. She could just see the shiny web of scar tissue stapling thelush fullness of her breast to her chest and her stomach dropped atthe same time her eyes did – her entire left side was gnarled andtorn, a body’s desperate attempt to seal over interrupted death.

All Might followed her eyes andsmirked, delicately tucking a wayward bang behind her ear.

“I was nearly ripped apart and theywere considerate enough to save the majority of my left breast. Keepup appearances, you know.” a wan smirk, empty like she’d never seenthe glad handing hero. Her dark eyes drifted away. “You’ll notice Inever wore anything low cut after about five years ago. That’s why.Didn’t want to show the seams.”

Shouka shook with indignation thatanyone would be concerned about her fucking silhouette when she wasmissing pieces of her.

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silverdragon-imagines-blog · 5 years ago

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A Glitched Death - Chapter 4 - The Gang

Read it on AO3 here

[Warning for dis-tendril-ment. It’s like dismemberment, but a tentacle/tendril gets cut off instead.]

Error once again found himself in the anti-void covered in dust. He was so tired of losing control of his own body every time he did this, but, according to the voices, it had to be done. However, there was no end to be seen. Ink had continued to create more and more copies, spin-offs, and threats to the entire Multiverse, where it would begin caving in on itself. He was starting to run himself ragged with all the work he was doing, magic levels beginning to protest its overuse.

Error laid down on his back, staring up at the “ceiling” of his home. The endless white was maddening, so he had decided to attempt to “liven the place up” by throwing his strings up so they hung within reach. It was the only real decor he had at the moment, he tried not to question how they managed to hang up there from seemingly nothing, but he had been thinking about maybe hopping into a surface world to try and buy some furniture, maybe even a beanbag chair. He smiled at the thought of owning anything to make the place less barren, less maddeningly white.

*Looks like Night’s at it again.*

Error furrowed his brow bones in confusion at the voice’s words. Another monster he didn’t know, who was apparently significant since the other voices joined in almost immediately.

*Ink’s fighting him with Dream! Never thought Dream’d muster up the courage to do that.*

*Ah, the King of Darkness. Such a foreboding title for such a small fry.*

*Looks like it’s just him this time. Wonder where his cronies ran off to.*

*ERROR, YOU SHOULD GO FIGHT THEM!*

“SiNcE WHEN HavE I eVeR JoINeD a FiGHt JuSt BecAUse?! ThErE’s LitERaLLy NO ReAsOn fOr Me tO Be ThErE!” Error yelled at the voices, and for once they quieted for a moment. He sighed in relief at the moment of quiet, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. Then the voice spoke up.

*Reaper is with them.*

Error shot up at that, hands shaking as he opened a window-like portal to see the world they were in. It was immediately apparent that it was an underground timeline, a darkened ceiling with dead and decaying trees scattered about, dusty snow covering the ground.

‘Must be an Underfell AU,’ Error guessed and was proven correct when he spotted a heavily graffitied “Welcome to Dustdin” sign in the distance.

The main event, however, was in the center of the town, where an inky black skeleton stood holding the resident Papyrus by the neck with one of his many long black tendrils that sprouted from his back. He was using them to block the attacks Ink made with his brush and paint, while a skeleton in a yellow cape stood nearby with a shiny gold bow and arrow pointed at the two fighting skeletons. Ink seemed very determined to get the other to drop the Papyrus, eyelights switching between various shapes, all of them colored red, though he never moved from his spot, the hostage most likely being the reason. Error couldn’t see Reaper and frantically looked around the scene before him, hoping that he hadn’t gotten involved in the fighting, only to sigh in relief when he spotted him sitting up in a tree a fair distance away, unharmed.

*You know, for not wanting to ruin anything, you sure do watch your ex a lot.*

*Wonder how long this fight’s gonna last. Ink doesn’t seem to be winning.*

*Not to mention, Nightmare isn’t even breaking a sweat yet.*

Error ignored the voices, choosing to instead watch as Nightmare began to walk back into his own dark void of a portal, the Papyrus in his grasp beginning to notice his potential fate. He began to plead with Nightmare to let him go, that he’d do anything the dark skeleton wanted if he’d just be set free from his hold. Nightmare’s smile grew more and more with each beg and plea, laughing when the poor skeleton monster hanging from his grip began crying in fear.

That’s when Error saw a shadow moving across the ground, and his gaze immediately snapped back to the tree where Reaper had been, but the god wasn’t there anymore. Hurriedly he tried to locate him again when Error’s gaze returned to the fight at the sound of a gasp and a wet splat from the snowy ground. Nightmare’s hold on the skeleton monster’s neck had been severed easily by Death’s scythe, cold glare and unsettling grin directed at the now wounded dark skeleton, weapon poised to sever his head in a single motion. The Papyrus had crawled away as fast as he could towards the other two skeletons opposite his captor, the yellow cloaked skeleton dropping his bow to turn his attention to him, while Ink held his brush at the ready to continue fighting if need be.

“Are you done yet, false king?” Reaper spoke, his “Death voice” as Error once called it echoing through the abandoned town. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave this place, before I decide to change my mind about letting you live.”

Nightmare simply glanced at Death over his shoulder and smirked.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again soon enough, Lord Death,” Nightmare laughed, as the void-like portal appeared underneath him and he fell through.

Error breathed a sigh of relief once Nightmare was gone, gaze lingering on Reaper, making sure that he was truly okay, before closing the window completely. He lay back down with an arm over his eyes, adrenaline running through his mana lines as he tried desperately to get his breathing back under control from the scene that had transpired.

*Don’t you think it’s strange how Reaper was helping Ink?*

Error thought over what he had heard from the voice, and the answer his mind supplied was one he wished he could change, or at least that it wasn’t the truth.

‘Reaper and I are enemies now...’

The thought saddened him, but he had already accepted that what they had together long ago was over. What were the chances that Reaper would even recognize Error as the love he’d lost? Error felt tears prick at his sockets, and he started to try and rub them away before the voices noticed his “weakness” and ganged up on him again. Then that voice returned.

*You know, I bet Nightmare’s got a portal to his hideout still open right now. He didn’t have his buddies with him this time, which I bet means they went out for supplies while Ink wasn’t looking.*

“WhY wOUld I wAnT tO gO ThErE?” Error questioned the voice, and the others snickered as the voice spoke again.

*Oh Error, your life would be so much easier if you just listened to us. You could have ALLIES, people to help you out, if you’re lucky anyway. For all you know, Nightmare might just have enough pity on you to help.*

He tried to ignore the laughter and jeers that were thrown his way after that, and instead opened a portal to a copy that was on the surface. If he was going to try and find one of Nightmare’s portals, he may as well get his beanbag chair in the meantime.

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The streets were crowded with people and monsters, though they never seemed to pay Error any mind with his skull covered by his jacket’s hood. He’d never been so thankful for it until now, otherwise who knows what would have happened.

He had somehow managed to keep himself under control when he got to this world, so he wouldn’t end up alerting Ink to his presence so soon after his last “outing”. He had wandered the streets for a few minutes, avoiding running into anyone who happened to be near him, while keeping his head down so no one would see his face. As he was passing what looked to be a hobby store (maybe he should try something like knitting or crocheting, just to have something to do in his spare time), he saw another skeleton with his hood drawn up disappear into an alleyway down the street. Error quickly glanced around him and quickly stepped into the furniture store next door.

He knew he needed to hurry, so he found the giant beanbag chair he had been wanting (and it was a blood-red color too, blue stitching holding the fabric together) and quickly shoved it into his inventory when no one was looking. He ran outside of the store and ducked into the alleyway down the street, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. He couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that he stole something without getting caught, something he hadn’t had to do since he was young and on the streets. When his quiet laughter had stopped, he glanced up and looked around at the alley he was in, sockets widening at the sight of a shadowy portal slowly closing at the other end of it. He started booking it down the alley, diving into it before it closed, and landing against something hard on the other side.

It was quiet, so quiet that he felt like he couldn’t breathe, not that he needed to do so in the first place. Slowly, he opened his sockets, looking around to see himself surrounded by other skeletons. They seemed shocked at first, but their expressions quickly faded into amusement.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” A snide voice spoke.

He whipped his head towards the voice, looking up into pitch-black voids that made up another skeleton’s sockets, skull stained with streaks of black from his sockets and a too-wide grin on his face.

“Think we should take ‘im to the boss, Killer?” another more gravelly voice spoke, almost against Error’s skull. He flinched, leaning away from them as he took in the sight of a much taller and broader skeleton, with a singular red eyelight and a gaping hole in his head. He too wore an almost crazed grin on his face.

“Hey, once you two boneheads are done talking at my stalker, you mind getting him off of me?!” A slightly higher pitched voice spoke from beneath Error, causing him to jump and quickly scramble away from the skeleton he had apparently landed on top of.

The previously crushed skeleton sat up, rubbing his back where Error had landed on him and glared at him with red and purple eyelights. Besides his eyes, the skeleton looked to be the most normal-looking Error had seen thus far.

“S-SorRY AbOUt tHaT,” Error stuttered, both embarrassed and fearful of the monsters around him.

“Huh, since when does fresh meat sound so terrible,” the giant skeleton spoke, earning himself a jab in the ribs by the skeleton he had previously called Killer.

The monster Error had landed on sighed in annoyance, then stood up, brushing himself off, and looked down at Error.

“Pretty sure I know who you are. Pretty sure Paps knows too,” he spoke, taking a step closer, “and if we’re both correct, then the boss wanted to meet with you anyway.”

He smirked then held out a hand.

“The name’s Dust, and welcome to Haventale, little glitch. The current hideout of Nightmare’s Gang.”

#AGD #A Glitched Death fic #A Glitched Death update #afterdeath #glitcheddeath #Reaper Sans #reapertale sans #error sans #nightmare sans #Ink #Dream #Nightmare #Error #Reaper #nightmare gets a tentacle cut off #nightmare's gang

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jadekitty777 · 5 years ago

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Who Needs Genetics When We Have Family?

We’re now at the final stretch for this Golden Hummingbird adventure. I thank the few people who have stuck around for this ride, as it was a great joy to write. There’s one more chapter that will be up in a few days, and it’s absolutely my favorite of them all!

Word Count: 7,200

Pairing: Summer/Tai/Qrow

Ao3 Link: Who Needs Genetics When We Have Family?

Summary: While going through her mom's old clothes, Ruby discovers an old scrap book that reveals she may have one additional parent she never knew about. Now questioning everything from how the trio ended up together down to her very identity, Tai and Qrow find themselves with a lot to answer for.[Takes place Post-Canon]

Dust shook from the rafters as Ruby stomped about the attic, ducking under spider webs and zigzagging around the clutter of old things her packrat of a father just couldn’t bear to get rid of. Her only source of light filtered in from the small circular window, mites dancing in the beam. Though it was still early spring, the air in the highest level of the house was stifling, and she had to keep wiping sweat from her brow.

“Anything?” Yang called from where she was perched on the attic steps, only her head and top half of her torso visible.

“I don’t see it!” She replied. She pat the railing of her old baby crib as she passed it. “We really need to tell dad to get rid of some of this old junk.”

“Ruby, of all the battles I will happily jump into, telling dad to do spring cleaning is not one of them.” Her sister said in a tone more suited for a mortician.

“You’re so dramatic.” She replied. She mostly ignored the indignant response that earned her, busying herself with shining her scroll’s flashlight at the tower of boxes in one corner of the room. “Oh, I see it!”

“Yeah?” Yang climbed the rest of the way up.

While she made her way over, Ruby balanced her scroll on the armrest of an old rocking chair, making sure the flashlight was pointed towards the black luggage trunk that made up the base of the box pyramid. “Figures it’d be at the bottom.”

“Yeah but I’ll have it out in no time.” Her sister boasted, already reaching up to bring down the first box.

Ruby winced when she almost conked herself on the head with it. “Please don’t give yourself a concussion.”

“I got it!” Yang carefully brought it down to grip it more securely before setting it to the side. It would be one of many as she brought one after another down from the tower, creating smaller piles on either side of herself until it looked like a collection of cardboard skyscrapers. It wasn’t long before she was placing the last one, running a hand over her face. “Alright, that’s it. Stand back a bit, I got to drag this out.”

Ruby quickly backed up a few steps, rocking on her heels while her sister pulled out the trunk between the miniature city by the handle. With more room to move, she was able to sidle around to the opposite side and grab the other handle. Together, they carried it back to the hatch, Yang going down first while Ruby angled it down towards her, not letting go until she had a secure grip on it and could put it on the floor.

Ruby started to climb down, saying, “You know, it just occurred to me we probably should have checked to make sure we got the right one.”

“Well, then let’s check now.” There was a series of snaps as Yang undid the latches and opened the top. “Yep, that’s a lot of frills alright.”

“It’s tactical camouflage!” She argued even as she nearly tripped over herself to get a look, unable to help the squeal as she saw the many folded up skirts, dresses and blouses packed into the trunk. One that particularly caught her eye was a red and black corset top with bows tied into the sides. She snatched it up, speeding down the hall in a flurry of petals. “I’m gonna try on this one first!”

“Wait! What about the rest!?” Yang yelled after her.

“Can’t talk, gotta dress!” Ruby shouted back, already standing in the middle of their bedroom. She unraveled the fabric of her cape from around her collar, tossing it onto the bed. She was shimmying into the new corset by the time her sister was coming in, trunk in tow.

“You’re the worst.” Yang told her, dropping the load in the middle of their room.

“And you’re the best!” She chirped right back, whirling to face her. “So, what do you think?”

Her sister gave her a once over, humming. “Well it’s cute but I don’t think it’s first date material.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause it’s basically the same thing you always wear. You should go for something with more color.”

Ruby crossed her arms, grumbling, “Red’s a color.”

Yang was already back in the trunk, pulling out more clothes. “You know what I mean. Something different, flashier. Really dazzle him.”

She pulled at the little bows mournfully, but she knew her sister was right – probably. She’d certainly gone on more dates than her at least. Not that it was hard to compete with a number of zero. Still, she didn’t want to mess this up and if that meant being a little more girly for a night, she could handle that. She’d even wear heels!

…Maybe.

“So what are you thinking?” She asked, resigned to her fate of being Yang’s dress up doll. This was starting to feel like their pre-teen years all over again.

“Well, first we need to organize all this. Then we can see what looks good on you. You should put the skirts and dresses on your bed.” Yang suggested while dropping an armful into her hands.

Ruby huffed but did so, straightening them out side by side so they could see them all while Yang did the same on her own bed with the blouses. Most everything was just blacks upon blacks with splashes of color to them - unassuming and quiet. It made her think of her mother’s picture in the photo with her team and how she was off to the side, as if she were trying to hide.

“You think it’s weird that me and mom have the same style?” Ruby asked as she pulled out another one of her mom’s skirts, instantly falling in love with the lace roses sewn into the petticoat. She was keeping this one.

“Not really.” Yang shrugged, glancing back at her. “You never got to know her. It’s probably normal that you’d want to try and emulate her somehow.”

“Dunno if I’d call that normal.” Ruby reached into the trunk again, using her arm as a clothesline to layer the outfits. As she drew closer to the bottom though, something pure white peeking between the folds of fabric caught her eye. Her heart jumped. But as she dropped the pile onto the floor so she could unearth it, she found it wasn’t the cloak she knew her mother always wore, but another dress. She instantly knew it was special, because it was unlike anything else in the trunk and more on par with something she could imagine Weiss owning.

The material was soft but shimmery and definitely expensive. Satin, she was pretty sure. The bodice was simple but elegant with its off-shoulder straps and delicate lacework overlaid on top in branching, flowery designs. The entire dress was so long she imagined it must have trailed the floor when her mother walked in it, yet also had a lot body around the flounce like a traditional ball gown. Like many of the other clothes, there was only a small bit of color combating its primary shade – but on all the white, the yellow and black flowers that circled the waistline like a belt were instantly eye-catching; loud and wanting to be seen.

She knew the yellow was for dad – it was tradition to wear the husband’s colors on the wedding dress. They were even shaped like sunflowers. But she wasn’t sure why her mom had chosen black dahlias instead of roses. The blotches of dark in-between all the sunny brightness felt out of place, like a bad omen.

“Whoa.” Yang breathed as she came over to get a better look. “It’s gorgeous.”

Ruby couldn’t help but agree. It didn’t seem right to just toss it aside while they kept looking. “Maybe we could hang this one up for now?”

Her sister nodded, heading to their closet to fetch a spare hanger. It wasn’t long before they had the dress hanging over the edge of their closet door. In the light coming from the window, it really seemed to make the fabric shine. It felt a shame that its only future was to wrinkle away in the corner of their attic.

But Ruby also knew it was no mistake that it had been at the bottom of the trunk to begin with.

Maybe that was why she found something else hiding away in there just a few minutes after.

The burgundy red, leather-bound book was tucked away at the bottom, face down. Ruby reached for it, finding it surprisingly heavy as she plopped down onto the ground and flipped it over.

Yang joined her moments later. “What’d you find now?”

“I think it’s a photo album.” Ruby said, looking down at the picture in the window embedded into front cover of her mom, her dad and Uncle Qrow. Mom stood between them, an arm around either of them and waving peace signs over their shoulders. Dad stood to the left, laughing while his own arm reached around behind them to muss up Qrow’s hair, who was on the right. It was her uncle’s grinning expression that gave Ruby pause.

She wouldn’t say her uncle was never happy but, she was more accustomed to seeing the gentle, reserved smiles he’d give when he was proud of something she’d done or was just in a comfortable atmosphere. Only when he was drunk did he ever seem that enthused – but something told her he was anything but during the time this picture was taken. She wondered how young he was.

“Hey, it’s dad’s lullaby.”

“Huh?” Completely derailed from her thoughts, she glanced at Yang in confusion only to look at where her metallic finger was pointing. So distracted by the photo, she hadn’t noticed the words scripted around it. ‘I know that when I’m with you’ it said above the picture, and underneath it finished the lyric with ‘I’m at home’. She could practically hear her dad’s soft cadence echoing in her ear, just as it had when she was small.

It was a song about family and love – and the reminder made her realize that someone else was suspiciously missing from the cover. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still hidden within its pages.

“Come on, open it!” Yang urged.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be looking at this.” She deflected.

She was unfortunately not as sly as she hoped she was as her sister quickly waved her off. “If she’s in there, it’s fine. I can handle it.”

Ruby eyed her, those words not exactly instilling her with confidence when the years’ worth of arguments between her and dad still seemed to echo down their halls. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” Yang met her gaze. “Don’t worry so much, okay? The way I see it, she’s the one who missed out. She never got to see all the things I accomplished or be a part of our awesome family. That’s her loss, not mine.”

Ruby felt the oddest sense of sadness overcome her. Not because her sister had seemed to of made peace with Raven’s abandonment, but that she hadn’t seen it happen. “When did you start thinking like that?”

“Around the time we, uh, ‘met’ Weiss’ family.”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought. They had been a bundle of fun alright. While Winter was bearable, if a little cold, Whitley was a lot like Weiss had been, a spoiled brat with a ‘better than thou’ attitude, except dialed to eleven. Her mother, Willow, was a worse drunk than Qrow, to the point the woman almost seemed in a permanent state of catatonic inebriation. And Jacques was…

Well, Ruby didn’t really have any non-swear related words to attach to a man who really should never have been allowed to procreate, let alone raise three kids.

What she did have was a desire to turn back time and drag Weiss back to her own home for a do-over on her childhood. To let her experience what it was like to have a dad who would pin her grades to the fridge and bandage her scraps when they hurt. To have an uncle that was comfortable to act like a kid right along with her and who never got impatient even if she asked him to tell the same story for the fifth time. To have siblings to build pillows forts together with and sneak downstairs late at night so they could share one more cookie from the jar. To have a family that had rowdy dinners full of laughter, vacations focused on nothing but fun, and holidays that made everyone feel just a little more together then before.

Yang continued on, “Seeing how Weiss handled things back then, I couldn’t help but admire her strength. It felt like she spent her entire life surrounded by people who didn’t want her. And yet, instead of letting that get to her, she acted like it was their fault. And it is. Because, Weiss is great. She’s practically another sister to me, and I can’t imagine her not being part of my life. Anyone who can reject her so easily isn’t worth her time.” She placed a hand on her chest, “And the whole thing just kind of gave me a reality check, you know? It made me think: if Weiss can do it, then I can too.” Her fingers curled into a fist over her heart. “So, I decided from that day on, I would. Raven may not have wanted me, but that’s fine, because I have plenty of people who do, and those are the people who matter.”

Ruby couldn’t help it – she hugged her.

Though confused, Yang responded in kind. “What’s this all about?”

“I’m just happy for you.” She told her.

For as poor an explanation as it was, her sister smiled like she’d never heard a better reason. “Thanks sis.” When they pulled apart, she tapped the album again. “So, we gonna look at it or what?”

“Oh, right!” She settled back, adjusted the book so that it was laid more properly in her lap, and opened it.

As it turned out, her worries were completely invalid. For the book – which turned out not to be a photo album but a scrap book – was almost definitely not going to showcase Raven.

It was impossible to imagine it would, what with the hand-written script ‘To my boys whom I love with all my heart’ written around the picture of Uncle Qrow kissing their dad on the cheek.

“Well.” Yang said, tone as shell-shocked as Ruby felt. “That’s new.”

Tai hummed a bouncy tune as he poured the cups of tea, body bopping gently to the rhythm.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” Qrow observed from where he sat at the dining table.

He unscrewed the jar of honey, spooning some out. “Suppose I am. It’s just been so calm lately.”

“DAD!”

The shout startled him, the spoon falling from his hand and clattering to the floor, splattering honey everywhere. He gave it a mournful look as Zwei eagerly padded over to lap it up.

“You were saying?” Qrow said, a teasing lilt in his tone.

Tai huffed his way, before turning his head towards the doorway where a flutter of petals was just fading around his youngest daughter. “Hey now, what did I say about semblances in the house?”

Ruby didn’t bother to answer and the sound of Yang’s thunderous steps coming down the stairs only seemed to enunciate her dark expression.

“Uh, honey? What’s wrong?” He asked, going from mildly perturbed to intensely worried as he started to cross the room.

Her hand jerked upwards, showing him what she was holding. “Care to explain this?”

He froze mid-step, his throat closing up at the sight of the old scrapbook Summer had gifted him and Qrow on their first anniversary.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Qrow’s own eyes doubled in size as he jumped up from his seat. “Where did you find that?”

“It was in mom’s trunk.” Yang answered as she finally made it to the room.

It was hard to pin down whether Qrow was being accusatory or not in the too-casual way he turned to him and said, “Figured you’d thrown it out.”

“I don’t throw out anything.” Tai replied numbly, finding it slightly easier to focus on him then Ruby’s unnerving glare. “Especially not anything of Sums.”

“But it was mine too, you could have given it to me.”

“I- Look!” He ran an agitated hand through his hair. “People do weird stuff when they’re depressed, okay?!”

“Guys!” Ruby cried shrilly. “Missing. The. Point!” She started waving the book at them, making him concerned for its life expectancy. “What does this mean? That you two were dating? With mom?!”

“Er.” Qrow hesitated, then revealed, “We were quite a bit more than that, kiddo.”

“WHAT?”

Tai withheld a sigh.

And it had started out as such a nice day too.

Ruby stared down at the dining room table, certain her thought process had shut down from the nuclear explosion that had gone off inside her brain cells because she just didn’t know how to comprehend what she was just told. Maybe it had a limit on how much unbelievable stuff it could take. Magic glowy eyes that disintegrated Grimm? Weird, but not too out of the bounds of reality. Magical maidens that controlled the weather? Pretty crazy, but alright. Relics created by the Gods and a magical witch that couldn’t die? Now things are getting a little out of hand but she could deal.

Her dad and Uncle Qrow being married to her mom at the same time? Okay now she had to be in an alternate reality.

Maybe she had just switched places with Yang for the day, because her normally hot-tempered sister sounded rather calm as she spoke up, “I don’t get it. Why don’t I remember any of this?”

“You were really young, Yang. And losing Summer had been traumatic for all of us.” Her dad replied. “It’s probably normal to block some stuff out.”

Qrow snorted, amusement coloring his tone. “You used to be a little bragger though.”

“I was?”

“Yeah, you kept going to all the other kids on the playground and telling them how you had two daddies to read you bedtime stories and a mom who made the world’s best cookies every night. And then you pushed them down when they called you a liar.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” Their dad rubbed his temple as if recalling the old headaches, but his smile was fond. “We got so many angry phone calls from the other parents.”

“I really did that?” Yang asked. “I don’t remember that.”

“’Course you don’t. You hadn’t even started school yet, Firecracker. And boy were we not looking forward to it when you did. We were sure you were gonna end up in the principal’s office the first day.” Qrow laughed.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence!” Yang said, huffing a bit.

Ruby listened and seethed. Why were they laughing? And making jokes? None of this was funny!

Dad must have noticed, because he asked softly, “Sweetheart, you doing okay?”

“No!” She exploded, slamming her hands on the table. “Of course I’m not okay! Why didn’t you guys say anything? Why is everything some big secret in this damn house?!”

Her outburst soured the mood instantly, but she couldn’t find it in herself to feel bad.

Her dad shifted in his seat, crossing his arms along the table. “Believe me, this wasn’t a secret we intended to keep.”

“So then why did you?” She muttered, slumping down in her own chair and glaring at the table corner.

There was a soft sigh and an even softer admittance, “Because we were scared.”

The words caught her by surprise because she’d never seen her dad as anything but brave – yet here he was, telling her she was wrong. She glanced through her bangs at him, “’Bout what?”

“Everything, really.” He said. “Before we lost your mom, it really wasn’t a problem. We just figured you’d grow up knowing you had three parents and it would just be normal. But after she passed and things just fell apart between Qrow and I, everything got swept under the rug.”

“We talked about it.” Her uncle tacked on. “How and when and all that. We figured we’d tell you both at the same time. About Raven. About us. But…” His gaze shifted to Yang. “When you found out about Rae and didn’t handle it so well, we thought: ‘Well shit, we can’t do that to Ruby too!’ And so, we just kept pushing it off.” He gestured as he spoke, his tone having the inflection of a narrator from an animated movie, “At first we said ‘we’ll tell her when she’s ten!’ And then she was and we were all ‘No it’s too soon, maybe when she’s thirteen!’ And then year after year passed and…” He deflated, hand falling to the table. “We just, never knew when the right time was.”

“So, it’s my fault.” Yang spoke up.

“No, of course not!” Her dad quickly assured. “It was an accident you found out that early, nothing more. But Qrow and I could see how badly it affected you and because we had the power to choose to spare Ruby from the same thing… we took it.”

“We didn’t know what we’d do if we had two kids going through an identity crisis.” Her uncle lamented.

That’s when it hit her harder than Nora’s hammer to the gut.

“Wait.” Ruby sat up straight, looking between them. “Then, which one of you is my dad?”

They froze, sharing a look.

“Well…” Qrow spoke first, waving towards Tai. “Legally, he is.”

That didn’t sound like an answer. “What does that mean?”

Tai explained, “He means as far as your birth certificate is concerned, you’re mine. But as for who, uh-”

“Knocked up your mom.” Qrow intoned helpfully.

“Qrow!” Tai smacked his arm.

“What?! They’re adults. They can handle it!”

She really couldn’t.

Tai pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “As for who impregnated your mother… we don’t know.”

“You don’t know?!” Ruby echoed, unable to believe this. “How can you not know? Don’t they have tests for these things?”

“Well, yes, but, uh,” Tai floundered a bit.

Qrow spoke up instead (She never really noticed how often they did that), “Vale has a lot of legality restrictions when it comes to kids. Oz pushed a lot of those regimens with the council, because he wanted to make sure kids who lost their families were still taken care of, so we got a lot of advice from him. And the smartest thing to do was make Tai your dad, since he was the one staying at home. That way if anything happened to Summer and I at the same time, he wouldn’t have to fight the protection services to keep the family together.”

“But the kingdoms don’t share medical records.” Tai continued, “So, we figured when you kids were older and we could afford it, we could take a trip to Mistral or Atlas. Have the test done then, if that’s what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” She frowned. “You guys didn’t want to know? It doesn’t bother you?”

“I did, at one point.” Qrow admitted. “But, then I held you for the first time, and I realized it didn’t matter. I loved you more than anything; learning which of us actually donated his DNA wasn’t going to change that.”

“It was the same feeling for me. I grew up in Vacuo. A lot of communities there live on the philosophy that family has nothing to do with blood and everything to do with heart.” Tai said, his smile kind and warm. The familiarity was odd when she felt like her whole world had flipped upside down. Wasn’t everything different now? Or was she just the one acting weird?

“Well then,” She scrambled, pointing towards Qrow. “Then why do I call you uncle? Shouldn’t I call you dad too or something?” The sudden burst of laughter from everyone made her rethink what she just said. “Oh my gods, be serious! Dad also.”

Qrow was the first to get ahold of himself. “We tried, at first. But no matter what we did, you just kept imitating your sister. We kind of realized by accident it probably made things easier on you kids, and on us too. If you called both of us dad, we’d never know who you were asking for. We figured eventually you’d come to understand it like Yang did.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the somberness veiling back over his expression. “But then things changed and here we are.”

“Why did it change?” Yang asked cautiously, as if she didn’t really want to hear the answer. “Did you two fall out of love?”

“No. It was the opposite really.” Tai said, sharing a look with him. The gaze they shared was a silent conversation all their own, and the slightest nod from Qrow spurred him onwards and he turned back to them. “Losing Summer was immeasurably hard. We were both grieving in our own ways, and we loved each other enough to know neither of us were doing anything but hurting each other. Qrow’s drinking was out of hand and I - back then I,” He trailed off, taking a deep breath. “Let’s just say depression is a very scary disease that can twist your thoughts in ways you never thought you could think of yourself. Until I got help, I wasn’t good for anyone.”

Ruby heard her sister shift uncomfortably beside her. She didn’t really have many memories of back then; mostly she remembered her dad being absent a lot of the time, but she’d reasoned it was because he was at work. It was only after Blake had questioned her shortly before the Vytal Dance about her family life and revealed to her the story Yang had shared with her, that she began to question if the happy home life she always perceived she’d had, had more cracks in it then she was aware of.

Uncle Qrow reached out, curling his hand over one of dad’s. As if that was normal. As if they’d done it a million times before. It was weirding her out.

“Point is,” He said, completely unaware of her internal screaming, “We were wrecks. Tai was sick and I spent more time blacking out in alleyways than at home. Neither of us could support each other the way we needed too, so we called an end to it. We decided we wouldn’t try again until things were okay.”

“But you never did try again.” Yang was frowning. Ruby guessed she was probably worrying about herself and Blake.

“Uh. Well. That’s not entirely true.” Their dad said.

Qrow suddenly grinned. “Actually, had you two been a bit older, you probably would have figured it out. Remember that time you girls were bowling down the hallway and the ball went into Tai’s room? And when you went to get it, you found me in his bed and I told you girls I was getting over a hangover? I wasn’t.”

“Wait, what? Why were you still in my room?”

“Because I couldn’t walk!”

“Oh, gross.” Ruby groaned. Her sister made some equally distressed noises while her dad turned a ripe shade of tomato red. Qrow just laughed uproariously at them all.

Yang shuddered. “I could have gone my whole life without knowing that.”

“And I could have gone my whole life without you girls hearing that.” Dad agreed, shoving Qrow’s shoulder. “Stop laughing already. You sound like a donkey.”

“Tai, they’re over eighteen. You can call me a jackass now.”

“I just happen to have some class, unlike you.” Ignoring the childish faces their uncle started making his way, he continued on, “As I was saying, we did try – more than a few times, really. But we kept it hidden from you girls, until we knew things between us would work out. It was important to us that we show you two what a healthy and positive relationship was like so that when you got older, you’d hopefully take our example and find the right person for yourselves. We just, never got that far. It was… complicated.”

“Pff. It was not.” Qrow rolled his eyes. “You got better, I didn’t. Seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“It was so much more than your drinking and you know it. And anyways, you’re way better on that than you were.” Dad refuted.

“Ha! Then don’t let me tell you about Argus.”

His eyes narrowed. “What about Argus?”

“Uh-” He looked towards the clock on the wall. “Whoa, look at the time! Ruby don’t you have a date tonight or something?”

Her sister looked too, then jumped to her feet. “It’s almost 6? Come on Ruby, we haven’t even chosen an outfit!”

“What?” She jerked around. “Are you crazy? How am I supposed to go on a date after all this?”

“Well you can’t cancel the first date!”

“That’s not a rule!” When her sister only rose an eyebrow, she backpedaled, “I-Is it?”

“Ruby.” Her dad’s voice had her turning back to him. “If you really don’t think you’re up to going anymore, you don’t have to. If this guy’s a good one, he’ll understand. Then, we can talk all night if you want. But, those answers aren’t on a time limit either.”

Her uncle nodded. “Yeah. It ain’t like we’re gonna clam up come tomorrow. And we kind of hit you with a lot just now; letting some of that sink in for a few hours isn’t the worst thing you can do.”

Ruby chewed her lip, not wanting to admit how undeniably tempting the offer was. “I just don’t get why all this had to be kept a secret. Didn’t I have the right to know?”

“Of course you did.” Her dad answered. “And I’m sorry we kept it from you as long as we did. We were just so focused on trying to make things feel stable and safe for you girls, that the idea of deliberately throwing another wrench in the mix never seemed like a good idea.”

“Yeah okay,” She said in a tone that implied it was definitely not okay.

The two men shared a worried glance, before Qrow sighed, placing his elbows on the table as he lent forward, “Look kiddo, this was never easy on us either. Kids aren’t born with manuals. And yeah, we definitely screwed up at times. Just ‘cause we’re trying to raise you doesn’t mean we’re suddenly perfect adults. Least of all me.” He rolled his eyes as he said this, as if even he was exasperated with himself. “But you got to trust me when I say any decision we made for you,” He glanced at Yang, “Or you, was always done with the reason that we love you both.”

“I know that! I just-!” She couldn’t stay still anymore. She jumped to her feet, pacing around the length of the kitchen. “I don’t know, I feel like I’m the crazy one here! Why is everyone so calm about this?”

“Ruby-”

Ignoring her dad’s attempt to placate her, she whirled on her sister. “I figured at the very least, you’d be with me on this! Why aren’t you upset?”

“I mean, I guess I am a little?”

“A little?! Don’t you get it? We might not even be sisters!”

Yang stared, her eyebrows rising with understanding. She crossed over to her, saying, “Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Well, yeah!” Ruby said, feeling absolutely silly that she wanted to cry.

She stopped in front of her, placing her hands on her shoulders. “Ruby, say you do go and do this test. And say Uncle Qrow is your dad… why does that have to change anything?”

“I-I don’t,” She sniffled, rubbing away at some tears. “Shouldn’t it?”

“Why? I don’t care what that test says, you’re my little sister. Always. So why do you need to think differently?” Yang urged. “Things only have to change if you want them too. Do you want them to?”

“No!”

“So then what’s the problem?”

She blinked rapidly, giving a watery laugh. “Well when you say it like that, it makes me feel kind of stupid.”

“I prefer slow on the uptake.” Yang joked, tugging her into a too tight hug.

Around her bending ribs, she squawked, “You’re the worst.”

“And you’re the best!” Was the proud chirp before she pulled back, heading for the living room. “Come on, you got a big night ahead of you.”

She nodded, wiping away the rest of her tears. She glanced over at her dad and uncle, who had stood from their own chairs at some point during her mini breakdown, but hadn’t gotten further then around the table. They looked about as uncertain as she felt; but they were still her uncle and dad – even if biologically that may be the other way around. Things hadn’t really changed for them either, had they?

Her dad was still the man who sat with her after school and helped her with her homework or taught her how to focus her aura so she could unlock it for the first time. Someone who had been in the crowd of all her school events, taking pictures as she won awards or got her diploma, and had seen her off at the airstrip the day she left for Beacon. The one she depended on to take care of her when she was ill or walk with her to the cliff on those sad, sad days she missed mom the most. Was still and always her guide, the person who taught her right from wrong and who always encouraged her to be the greatest she that she could be.

Her uncle was still the guy who spent hours with her showing her how to shoot at targets 500 meters away and snuck into her welding class to help her forge Crescent Rose. The one she could count on to take her out for ice cream if she had a bad day or play video games with her all night if she was bored. Knew that even if he had to be away a long time, that he’d write or call when he could, and come back with a gift or two for her and Yang from some cool town or big city he’d gotten to visit. Was still and always her hero, the person she’d tell everyone she wanted to be just like when she grew up.

Neither of them were perfect; that was something she was seeing more and more of as she grew older. But they were here, raising her, watching over her, loving her. That was never going to change. That’s what mattered most.

She hurried over to them, throwing her arms around them both. “We’ll talk tomorrow?”

Her dad’s arm was strong and steady as it encircled her. “Of course. Anytime you want.”

“Go have fun.” Qrow told her, ruffling her hair. “Knock ‘em dead. And if he gets too handsy, take that advice literally.”

“Qrow!”

She giggled stepping back so she could prepare for a quick escape. “Thank you. I love you.”

“We love you too sweetie.” Tai told her fondly – only to immediately shout after her retreating petals, “And no semblances in the house!”

With the sun’s descent, quiet also seemed to descend their home. Ruby was out of the house for the evening and with it being morning in Menagerie, Yang was holed up in her room on Skyria, video-chatting with Blake. It left the first floor to themselves; but the calmness and normalcy was not something Qrow found to be undesirable these days.

The spoon clanked against the tea cup as the last teaspoon of honey was added, before he dropped the utensil in the sink. He grabbed the two cups, heading over to the couch in the living room, handing one to its only occupant.

“Thanks.” Tai gladly took a sip. As Qrow sat beside him, he said, “Ruby handled that way better than I thought she would. Maybe you were right and we should have told her sooner.”

He lent back into the cushions, propping his feet onto the coffee table. “Or fighting magical maidens and immortal witches builds up an intolerance to these kinds of things, and waiting was the right call. We’ll never get the ‘what if’ answer.”

“Guess not.” Tai set his cup aside, before going back to flipping through the scrap book propped in his lap.

Truthfully, after traveling with her from one end of Remnant to the other, Qrow hadn’t expected anything less from Ruby. He wasn’t sure where she got her fortitude from, but her ability to push through even the most adverse of conditions was her most admirable quality. Perhaps it was just that, or maybe the other shoe was just waiting to drop, but he had a feeling things would be back to the status quo before they knew it.

No, it was Yang he was more impressed by. He was certain it would be her yelling at the top of her lungs – especially when it was just another secret being kept from her – but instead, she’d handled it with a rationality he’d never really seen before. He knew, in part, it was because she was striving hard to reign in her quick temper. Not for herself, but for her girlfriend, whose sketchy past romantic relationships made it hard for her to deal with the shouting matches Yang was prone too. All on her own, Yang decided she didn’t want to be a reminder of that past. That’s how he caught her, in a library of one of the towns they had stayed in during their travels, reading up on anger management. When he confronted her, she told him that it was only fair that if Blake was working on her tendency to back down, then she would work on improving herself for her too.

Firecracker was turning into more of a Fire Dud these days, but it was a welcome improvement and today just proved how far she’d come. He was insanely proud of her.

He was also immensely jealous.

Because if she could fix something about herself with only one reason, why did he keep giving up when he had three?

Tai’s sudden laughter shook away his thoughts. “Oh, you remember this day?”

Qrow’s eyes darted towards the entry he was indicating, an amused chuckle bubbling almost instantly. “Yeah.”

The page was decorated with various stickers of smiling fruits and flowers set in patterns that matched well with the photos glued to the pages of them on a picnic. It had been Tai’s birthday and as he tended to want simple things and with it being right at the tail-end of summertime, he had requested a day out with the family. So, they made up a little basket of food, got Yang in her little flower dress, and headed out. Despite being plumper than the watermelon they’d brought along, Summer probably took about three dozen pictures that day – but the four she’d chosen seemed to perfectly highlight the timeline of disaster they were in for.

The first was a posed picture with them all standing together, the backdrop a field of wildflowers they’d chosen to have their picnic in.

The one underneath was a more candid shot of Tai and him stretched out on the blanket, empty plates strewn around them. Qrow had Yang in his hands and was lifting her upwards, making the infant feel like she was an airplane.

The third was one he took. Summer, Tai and Yang were in the flowers, the little girl trying to toddle her way after some butterflies. It would have been nothing more than another charming family photo, if not for the hint of grey clouds inching their way over the tree line behind them.

The last was of him and Tai standing at the top steps of the porch, looking like a pair of wet sheepdogs with the way their hair hung over their eyes. Sheets of rain was coming down behind them, and just to the left was a blur of yellow bounding forward – Yang, seconds away from ruining her dress and splattering mud all across their backs.

Taiyang must have been looking at that one too because he said, “Gods, Yang was such a mess. Summer had to wash her in the sink! I don’t think we ever managed to save her dress, did we?”

“No. I don’t think we did.” Qrow replied distractedly, his mind lost in the past.

It should have been an awful day; but instead, there was nothing but laughter over how ridiculous they all looked or the rush to clean themselves up and put Yang down for her nap. There were kisses shared under a warm shower. The coziness of the three of them wrapped up together in an afghan, sipping hot tea and watching the storm from the bench on the patio.

He could almost smell the rain again. Or feel the weight of Summer leaning against his side as she dozed, tired from the day. Or how his breath caught a little bit when he looked over at Tai, and found himself so caught by how gorgeous he looked at that moment, that all he could do was stare.

Just as he was now.

He traced his eyes over Tai’s gentle visage, from the faint freckles that valiantly held onto some of his youth to the slope of his blue eyes that made him appear so kind and the brightness of his smile as he turned to another page. There were signs of his age of course, in the wrinkles around his eyes, the dimming color of his hair, but his beauty had aged with him. Or maybe Qrow was still just that captivated by him that he’d find him so no matter what he looked like.

Warmth bloomed in his chest, burning like an overheated flame, the love that had once been so prominent in his life warring with the sorrow of everything he’d lost since then. It was hard to bear, and he found that he was tired of feeling it. And perhaps it was that that finally led him to ask, “Do you ever miss us?”

Tai paused, gazing at him searchingly for a few long moments. It felt an eternity before he finally murmured back, “All the time.”

“Me too.” Hope tentatively pulled the next question from him, “Could we try again?”

A hand reached out, larger fingers slipping between his own, brushing against the three wedding rings he wore. Tai lent in close, until their foreheads brushed together and all they could see was each other. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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Dick and Dami Week: Day 1 - Dynamic Duo

Title: Well-Founded Reasons

Word Count: 3,635

Author’s Note: Here’s the fic for day 1, 6 days late as per usual! I honestly don’t know how it got so long but whatever. It’s a Revsere!Age AU, an AU I’m gonna be exploring in a longer fic that’s in the works right now.

Shout out the anyone that recognizes the reference and where it’s from!

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Damian hadn’t liked the idea of sharing his mantle when Drake came on the scene. He hadn’t been done with it, hadn’t approved of the new holder, and wasn’t going to let some know-it-all sully the name he had spent so long building. It wasn’t right for Drake to demand his costume, wasn’t fair that Father had let him take it. So Damian had done the only thing he could.

He took his mantle back.

He had ripped the cape and mask off Drake right there on that rooftop, couldn’t have cared less who saw. It wouldn’t’ve been a threat to their secret identities: Drake wasn’t connected to them, wasn’t apart of the team. Who cared if he was caught in a torn costume on a rooftop in the middle of the night? It wasn’t Damian’s problem. In fact, very little managed to bring Damian as much joy as that moment had. Glaring at the shot down bird, watching him desperately trying to pick up his plucked feathers - it was the epitome of satisfaction. That is, until Batman crashed the moment, swooping in the save the damaged bird and heal its broken wings.

It was probably that moment that motivated Drake to hand over his own mantle when the time came. It was infuriating how Father had praised Drake for giving Todd his suit, but not as infuriating as Drake’s smugness and holier-than-thou attitude. It was so so obvious that he was only passing on his mantle to get under Damian’s skin. The way he had glared at Damian beforehand and the smirk on his lips as he made the offer - how could anyone else see it!? It had taken everything not to knock Drake out in that moment, and taken even more not to offer up his own old mantle, just to prove something.

Of course, then Todd had gone and died in Drake’s costume which really stained the whole affair.

It would be a lie to say that Richard’s arrival hadn’t worried Damian just a bit. Damian knew how the story went, knew the exact dance that was his father bringing in a new child. There was never a doubt in his mind that they would end up right here, with Richard preparing for his first night in the field. The question was what would he wear. Would he want to carry on Tim and Jason’s legacy? What he be allowed to? Who would stop him? Damian found himself, for the second time, with the urge to offer his own mantle in hopes of never having to answer those questions.

(For some reason, the idea of Richard being the second Shadow didn’t bother Damian as much as he thought it would. He was certainly a better successor than Drake. But, then again, everyone was better than Drake.)

Luckily, any intervention on his part was unneeded. Richard didn’t want to take on Tim and Jason’s mantle: he already had ideas for his own. Sketches and magazine clip outs had seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Richard had talked a mile a minute trying to explain it all. All Damian could do was zone out, dazed by the amount of preparation the boy had done for something Damian hadn’t even considered.

Perhaps if he had paid more attention, Damian couldn’t help but mull, he would’ve been better prepared for… this.

“Ta-da!” Richard exclaimed as he bounced around in his new costume. It was Damian’s fault. He should’ve supervised more, should’ve looked over Richard’s sketches and gone to the fittings. How did he ever think for a second that a 9-year-old could craft a practical uniform?

Richard’s design was… ridiculous, to say the least. He looked like a living traffic light in the bright reds, greens, and yellows that wrapped his body. His cape was comically short, the hem of it fluttering around his waist as hopped from foot to foot, and - oh my gosh - what was with his shoes? They were slip-ons of all things, flimsy with no type of arch or ankle support, and with their… unique shape, they could only be classified as pixie boots, something one might find in a pop-up Halloween store.

But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was his pants - or, rather, his lack of pants.

Panties, that’s what they were. Scaly, green, sequined panties. While Richard’s skin was not pale by any means, his bare legs seemed to glow in the Batcave’s fluorescent lights. Damian could already see the blood and scars that would mar the smooth skin if they weren’t covered soon. Richard’s suit seemed to have no reinforcement but even the shoddy fabric that made up his vest would be a better alternative.

How could Richard think this was an acceptable outfit?

How could Pennyworth let this happen?

How did he let this happen?

“Damian?”

Damian blinked, realizing he’d been staring for too long. Richard had yet to still but he had deflated from a joyful jig to an awkward shuffle. His eyes were wide and inquisitive as he wrung a black domino mask between his hands. “So, uh, whatcha think?”

“Absolutely not.”

Richard’s face practically shattered, his nose scrunching, brows furrowing, and muscles stiffening before Damian could process his own words. He sniffed once, twice - oh no he was going to cry, wasn’t he? For a quick second, Richard’s blue eyes brimmed with tears, but then he squeezed his eyes closed tightly. When he opened them all signs of tears where gone, leaving behind a look of devastating disappointment and hurt.

The pain in Damian’s chest that look left behind was more than annoying.

“I am appalled that you would even think this to be an acceptable ensemble,” Damian continued, hoping the balm that was his words would soothe that annoying pain. “No type of padding, no reinforcement, you are not even 100 percent covered! Is this some type of game to you? Are you trying to get injured out there? If you cannot take this seriously–”

“I am taking this seriously!” Richard exclaimed, his voice laced with panic. Or maybe it was Damian who was panicking, though he wasn’t quite sure why. He was angry but there was something else there, something he didn’t quite want to analyze, nearly afraid with what he would find if he did.

(It was something that had been there for some time now, ever since that night when Richard had entered his room and took it upon himself actually asked how Damian was feeling about his presence and tried to compromise with him.)

“You obviously are not. A bullet would rip through that material like tissue paper, a blind person could those colors 3 miles away, and do not even get me started on your legs! Did you honestly think you could fight crime in panties?”

“They’re not panties!”

“Yeah, and I’m not Batman.”

“You’re not Batman! Bruce is Batman!”

“Father is dead! We have talked about this, Grayson!” Grayson reeled back, as if the sound of his name had physically assaulted him. Maybe it had, considering how long it took for them to get to a first name basis, but Damian couldn’t make himself care. They had talked about it, many many times. And Grayson had encouraged him to take the mantle, had said Damian would be a great Batman, had wanted to work beside him. But apparently he had lied.

Damian didn’t have time for liars.

“Just… go to your room. I refuse to patrol with a laughingstock.” Damian spun on his heels and stalked towards the Batcomputer, ignoring the sharp gasp of pain and sniff Grayson had expelled. He plopped down in the computer’s plush rolling chair, busying himself with powering up the computer as the sound of velcro - velcro - filled the cave. A quick glance over his shoulder showed that Grayson had discarded the cape and vest on the ground, revealing that the shorts were in fact not panties, but rather the bottom part of a green unitard.

Still didn’t explain the questionable placement of sequin.

With a muted sigh, Damian turned back to the computer, losing himself in the files as Grayson sulked away.

~*~

“How could you let Grayson wear such an atrocity!?” Damian exclaimed as soon as he entered the kitchen. He still wore the Batsuit’s under armor despite the strict rule to leave all uniform pieces in the bunker below. He couldn’t make himself take off everything, was frustrated that he even had to take off anything. But he couldn’t go patrolling by himself. Not while bearing this mantle. It didn’t feel right.

“Whatever do you mean, Master Damian?” Pennyworth replied with that tone, the one that was uniquely Pennyworth and completely infuriating.

“You know exactly what I mean, Pennyworth. That costume of Grayson’s is completely unacceptable! He will die wearing that!”

Pennyworth sighed. He placed down the spoon he was using to stir their post-patrol dinner, turned down the stove’s flame, and turned towards Damian, a gray eyebrow raised. “There seems to be some misunderstanding, young sir. I do not design the costume, I simply stitch it together. It is your responsibility to make sure that Young Master Richard is properly dressed for any outings you may have, and to assure that he is properly protected during said outings. I may give the occasional critique or sought after advice but other than that, I have no duty to make anything acceptable.”

“That is bullshit!” Damian snarled, his scowl only deepening when Pennyworth had the audacity to chide his language. “You spent my entire childhood wrangling Father into taking care of himself and making sure he was always in proper condition before letting him out for the night. Do not tell me that you cannot do the same for Grayson!”

“As your father’s former guardian, I took it as a personal responsibility to make sure he was always in good health. You are Master Richard’s guardian now, thus it is your responsibility to do the same for him. I gave him my concerns and learned his well-founded reasons for wanting to wear such an outfit. I still did not agree, however, he assured me he had your approval. …You did approve his costume, right Master Damian?”

Damian pressed his lips tightly together, fighting against the heat spreading across his face. He could not remember what he had said when Grayson presented his ideas. Had he simply waved the boy off or did he actually give some sort of appraisal? Whatever remarks he had made, he had accidentally given the child the impression that he approved of his choice in outfit.

Pennyworth’s silver eyes roamed his face knowingly before he let out an inaudible sigh. With a small shake of his head, he turned back to his cooking, returning the flame to its previous height and picking up the spoon once more. “I believe we have found the problem. You said you wanted to be Master Richard’s new guardian. This is what comes with the title.”

Damian worked his jaw, fist clenching and unclenching at his side. The problem has indeed been found and it was him. He wanted to argue, but he knew Pennyworth was correct. He had neglected his duties as Grayson’s guardian. With a grunt he made up his mind, straightening his back and turning on his heels. He’ll talk to the boy, discover his “well-founded reasons” behind the abomination that was his costume, and then make him see reason.

“Oh, and Master Damian?” Pennyworth called out as Damian strode towards the door. Damian looked over his shoulder at the elder, watching as Pennyworth turned off the stove and balanced the spoon on the edge of the pot. “I hope you do not actually believe that I would ever let Master Richard outside the house dressed like that. I would never comprise a real costume out of such cheap fabric and velcro.”

~*~

Damian found Grayson curled up in the center of his bed, his room nothing but a mosaic of shadows. It was a pitiful sight, one that made Damian feel a great amount of shame for a reason he couldn’t explain. It was obvious that the boy was crying, even if he wasn’t making a sound. The way his whole body shook and the light hitches in his breath was evidence enough.

“Gray-… em, Richard?” Damian winced at his stutter, and winced again as Richard stiffened on the bed. He froze before curling further into himself, leaving Damian to fight the desire to grab him by the ankle and force him to uncurl. Instead, Damian busied his hands with finding the light switch, flooding the room with light once he found it. “Richard, I just want to talk.”

Damian waited with bated breath for some type of acknowledgment. His fingers wouldn’t stop fluttering, which only served to worsen his agitation. He had been trained by the best to control all nervous tics, yet here he was, unable to hide how uncomfortable he was. And why was he so uncomfortable? He was well versed in dealing with other’s idiocy and held faith in his ability to change Richard’s mind. So why was simply speaking to the distraught boy so hard? With a heavy sigh, Damian tried again.

“Richar-”

“What do you want?” The response itself was unexpected, but the dejected tone was even worse. Richard sounded as he did when he first came to the Manor, deep in mourning and filled with anger and despair. Damian had to admit it: that tone broke his heart.

“Richard, please, sit up. I want to know why you designed your costume the way you did.”

“I already told you,” Richard said as he pulled himself into a sitting position anyway. His bright blue eyes were dull and lifeless, partly hidden by usually bouncy curls that hung in his face. Everything about Richard seemed to droop, from his hair to his lips to his posture. It was wrong on so many levels: even after his parents’ deaths, Richard had had a stubborn spring to his step.

“I admit that I was not the most attentive when you took the time to explain your choices to me. For that, I apologize. I am ready to listen now, if you are willing to explain once more.”

The look Richard gave him was not the trustworthy one that Damian had come to expect from the boy. Still, Richard straightened ever so slightly and gave a small nod. Then he held out a piece of crumpled paper.

“What…?” Damian whispered as took the paper. Smoothing it out he saw that it was a picture. From it, Richard smiled up at him, eyes sparkling and smile so wide that Damian could feel his own cheeks cramping. Damian ran his thumb over the image, taking it all in. The trailers in the background, the blur in the corner where a finger was covering the camera’s lens, the costume Richard wore-

The costume Richard wore.

Damian felt sick as his eyes roamed over the attire Richard adorned in the photo. It was, in its most basic sense, a sparklier version of the costume he had tried to wear tonight. A tight green unitard hugged his tiny body, the top part of it covered by a red vest that hadn’t been properly fastened; a golden sash was tied tightly around his waist, and the tips of those damn pixie boots pointed sky-high. There was even a cape, one with a ridiculously high collar that Damian was glad Richard didn’t try to duplicate, though he’d wish he had kept the length the same. Well, at least he decided to tone down on the sequin, that marked everything besides the boots and the vest.

“That was supposed to be our costume for the next show,” Richard said, pulling Damian’s attention back to him. “Y’know, the one after Gotham. But then… then the trapeze… the line, it… y’know! And I’m never leaving Gotham so I thought why not wear it now? I loved that costume so I thought maybe with a few alterations it could be Robin’s costume!”

“Robin?”

Richard sighed, head hanging as he pulled at the comforter beneath him. “It was my mom’s nickname for me. I wanted to use it as my superhero name. I know it’s stupid-”

“No, it is… understandable. But you must understand that… this costume its… its, um-” Damian pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down until the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Silence was better than stuttering and stuttering was all Damian could do right now. He had been prepared to set Richard straight but he hadn’t been prepared for this. How could he tell Richard that the costume of his parents was wrong?

You’ve already did, a nasty voice whispered in the back of Damian’s mind, causing Damian to flinch. He couldn’t even be mad at it: he had already told Richard in very clear, very harsh, words exactly what he thought of his parents’ costume.

“Richard, while I can understand the sentimental logic behind your choices, I simply cannot allow you to fight crime in that outfit. The skills you’ve learned on the trapeze may have been adaptable to your fighting style, the same cannot be said for your circus costume.”

“But I made alterations! Like the cape! I shortened it since that one was more for show and not really for flying-”

“And it would be an excellent alteration if you was on the trapeze. But crime fighting is more than just ‘flying’, as you put it. The costume does not work Richard. I am sorry.” Damian didn’t know what exactly he was sorry for but it felt like the right thing to say. Still, Richard’s shoulders slumped and his lip wobbled.

“But-” Richard was cut off as a sob escaped his lips. He quickly threw an arm over his eyes, but that did little to hide the shake of his body or the sounds he tried hard to quell. It took everything within Damian not to fidget; he didn’t know what to say or do to calm Richard down.

“But, I don’t - have any - other - ideas! Bat-Batman needs a - partner. Please, Dami!” Richard choked out between sobs.

“We will figure out something,” Damian said in what he hoped to be a soothing tone. However, his words only seemed to make Richard curl into himself once more. He shook his head wildly, pulling his feet onto the bed and sandwiching his head between his knees. Damian could do nothing but sit there awkward and attempt to block out the scene next to him until Richard could calm himself. When he finally did, he was back to the zombie-like state Damian had found him in, body so still Damian was sure if he was breathing.

“Richard…” No response. Damian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, already regretting the words about to come off his lips. “You can wear the costume tonight.”

Richard’s head shot up, bloodshot eyes wide and mouth agape.

“But only for tonight. Tomorrow we will try to make some more alterations. Like pants. There are leotards with pants, you know.”

“Pants!? Pants are a luxury! My costume is designed to be aerodynamically perfect,” Richard announced with the huge smile Damian was used to.

“Richard…” Damin drawled and, no, Damian most certainly was not grinning.

“What happened to safety? If I were to wear pants, my crime-fighting abilities would be decreased by 20%! I can’t afford that, can you?“ By now Richard was practically vibrating in his seat. Damian shook his head, slightly turning his face away - not to hide his smile or anything, though. Damian was not smiling. Honestly!

“You’re insufferable, Richard. Go get dress, we are already late.”

Richard pushed himself halfway off the bed before freezing, the smile on his face slowly melting away. “But, I thought you didn’t want to patrol with a laughingstock…” Damian flinched once more, this time harder with no hopes of hiding it.

“You are not a laughingstock, Richard, and I am sorry for calling you one. Anyone who dares to laugh at you will have to deal with my sword! Try laughing at that.”

A heavy weight Damian hadn’t noticed before lifted from his chest as Richard’s smile sprung back into place, and the boy gave a hearty laugh. “Batman doesn’t carry a sword, silly!”

“This one does. Now go, Richard!”

Richard darted out of the room, faster than any speedster. Damian didn’t move right away. He would have to keep Richard safe tonight. Keep Richard on the rooftops, away from any fighting. Tonight would obviously be mostly charity work, maybe a chance to work on Richard’s observational skills. Everything would be fine. Tomorrow they’ll get him a new uniform and then the real stuff could begin.

With a solid plan in mind, Damian pushed himself off the bed. A quick word to Alfred, then he was in the Batcave, slipping on the remainder of the Batsuit. Soon enough they were strapped in the Batmobile, ready for their first night at the new Dynamic Duo.

“Ready, Robin?” Damian asked the boy next to him, secretly liking the way the chosen name felt on his tongue. Richard, who was one second from exploding with excitement, could barely answer and settled on a jerky nod instead. With a smirk, Damian reached over and turned on the air conditioning to its highest setting.

“Hey!” Richard screeched.

Damian watched with enjoyment as the boy shivered, his bare legs pimpling with goosebumps. Richard pulled his knees to his chest, desperately trying to wrap his ridiculously short cape around his naked skin. Damian held his breath to keep from laughing and focused on maneuvering the car out the cave.

Oh, yes. Richard would definitely be wearing pants tomorrow.

#DickandDamiweek2019 #dick grayson #Damian wayne #reverse au #reverse age au #reverse robin au #Except Dick is still the first robin #scribe writes

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rebellingstagnationblog · 6 years ago

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Trepak Dance - World of Color

It was absolute pandemonium. Steelbeak only just managed to tuck himself away from the chaos before he got any stains on his suit.

For being so fearsome, the four didn't have much finesse.

Bushroot had the entire forest at his command, hoards of trees stomping on Eggmen or hurtling them away. Bushes tripped groups of agents or wrapped them up in their leafy tendrils.

Megavolt's raw energy and electrical currents illuminated the area with flickers of light as he electrocuted dozens of Eggmen in one swoop. Or overcharged their electronics, rendering some weapons useless. Every now and then, he shot over a blast of electricity to Quackerjack's toys, the charged tanks and toy soldiers shooting down Eggmen left and right.

Quackerjack bounced around the chaos, cackling and loosing more toys to take down unsuspecting agents. Of all the ways to go, by toy was definitely the most embarrassing.

Liquidator, though, was easily the most impressive of the group, swelling up to the size of a monsoon and utilizing the snow to wipe out whole sections of agents. He shifted the ice so the Eggmen had no traction as they ran by or buried them in several tons of snow. Steelbeak had never been sure if Liquidator was apart of the water himself, or if he was able to control it from afar. Regardless, he was working wonders against F.O.W.L..

Steelbeak hadn't really been prepared to actually fight, but he did trip an occasional Eggman when they ran by. And he gave bad directions to one squadron so they ran headlong into Liquidator's avalanche.

So, see?

He was helping.

And it was important he be seen helping out the Four when Negs arrived; he wanted to make his loyalty clear.

F.O.W.L. was out.

Negaduck was in.

Sure, when they realized his betrayal, F.O.W.L. would put him on their hit list. Send agents to kill him. But most of the agents now were dunderheads. The whole place had really gone to hell since the organization had fallen and relocated to the Negaverse. Their best agents had either gone underground, moved away and were never heard from again, or had joined Negaduck's ranks. So it was safe to say that the remaining agents weren't of a very high caliber. Steelbeak was confident that he could handle F.O.W.L. if and when they came after him.

But Negaduck.

The mallard wouldn't hesitate if he crossed him. Steelbeak would be dead, there was no question.

So here he was, very clearly in Negaduck's camp as a veritable war waged around him.

He felt good about his decision, though.

Even if their victory looked grim. The Four weren't cohesive, nor did they seem to know what they were doing. They just focused on taking out any Eggmen they saw.

The Eggmen, on the other hand, were executing strikes and deploying teams with precision. They were fixated on their mission: to capture Gosalyn.

She'd been F.O.W.L.'s main target for a while. Even before revealing her secret identity, when they had only known her as Quiverwing Quack. It, truthfully, went as far back as when F.O.W.L. had lost everything in the Prime Universe. When S.H.U.S.H. — one agent in particular named Stellar — had dismantled their organization.

So F.O.W.L. had relocated to the Negaverse and had set their sights on taking over that universe. But the only way F.O.W.L. would be able to take control was if they removed Negaduck from power.

Negaduck had fought back (and won) every time they tried to dethrone him.

So, they'd moved on to another tactic. Bargaining. (Or blackmail, which was really very similar.)

Gosalyn was the only thing Negaduck cared about.

Therefore, the only way to control Negaduck — or to destroy him — and, thus, gain control of the Negaverse rested with the girl.

This surprise attack in some wayward forest seemed to have all the indications that the odds would finally fall in F.O.W.L.'s favor.

And the longer the battle waged, the more apparent it seemed the organization was going to overpower the Fearsome Four.

Bushroot's trees were toppled and chopped up or set ablaze. And Bushroot himself was soon running away from agents wielding hedge clippers.

Quackerjack's toys were disintegrated underfoot or by a wayward grenade as the toy maker was restrained with ropes.

Some genius remembered that all Megavolt needed was water to incapacitate him, so they threw a bucket of water over his head, shorting out the villain.

Liquidator seemed unstoppable until Isis Vanderchill arrived on the scene. With one touch, she froze Liquidator solid.

Maybe Steelbeak had played his hand too hastily. Negaduck was the biggest — and scariest — bully on the playground, sure, but he wasn't even here. And all his cronies were reduced to nothing. Steelbeak couldn't prove himself if there was no one around to impress.

He wasn't gonna flip loyalties.

He just wasn't gonna get captured.

In the long run, that was more useful to Negaduck anyway. Steelbeak was an eyewitness to the Four's capture and had insider information for F.O.W.L..

"Well, hello there, handsome," said Isis, suddenly standing in front of Steelbeak's hiding place and grabbing ahold of his suit, icicles forming along the fabric instantly. She tossed him to the ground. "What're you doin' here?"

Feeling as though he'd been frozen from the inside out, Steelbeak curled into a ball, hoping he'd generate some heat if he was scrunched up tight enough. "N-nothin'," he said through his chattering beak.

Isis raised a delicate frozen eyebrow. "Seems like you were avoiding the fight. Like you were trying to decide which side to join?"

Steelbeak shuddered. He'd never be rid of this cold; it was down in his very bones.

Leaning down, Isis smiled at him sweetly and reached for his cheek.

Steelbeak braced himself for death by hypothermia.

But Isis never reached him.

Before her hand made contact, she screamed and stumbled backwards. Tumbling to the ground, she disintegrated into icy dust that scattered across the snow.

Steelbeak sat up, still shivering. But the temperature was not as frigid without that harpy looming over him.

Something — or someone — landed in front of him, black and fluttering in the wind, a stain on the otherwise pristine white landscape.

The movement was a cape.

The figure straightened and Steelbeak caught sight of a red fedora.

Negaduck.

Flames blasted out of a device in his hands, effectively sending the Eggmen running while also thawing out Liquidator. He lost no time in tossing the flamethrower to the side in favor of a shotgun and fired off a few rounds, hitting the agents who had been chasing Bushroot with the hedge clippers.

See? Biggest bully on the playground.

But Steelbeak didn't get a chance to think beyond that before Negaduck had rounded on him, murder on his face and the barrel of the gun fixed between Steelbeak's eyes.

Throwing up his hands, Steelbeak cried, "No! I'm on your side!"

"Conveniently," Negaduck sneered. "Now that you're cornered."

"I swore loyalty when I came here! Ask any o' dem," he gestured to the Fearsome Four, who were recuperating after the help that had arrived. "I warned 'em of F.O.W.L.'s arrival."

Negaduck narrowed his eyes, the barrel of the gun unwavering.

A pine tree stomped by, scooping up Eggmen before they could attack Negaduck. The mallard glanced over his shoulder at the battle still being waged. He swapped his rifle for a chainsaw.

"I see you waver for even a second, and the only way you'll leave here is in a body bag." Negaduck waited just long enough to see Steelbeak nod shakily before he leapt into the fray. Using his chainsaw to cut Quackerjack loose, he gave chase to a group of Eggmen who immediately turned tail and ran.

Steelbeak took a moment to gather his thoughts before standing. Spying Negaduck's abandoned flamethrower in the snow, he scooped it up and studied the controls.

He'd officially chosen a side. Time to prove himself to his new group.

Firing off a blast of flames, he ran down the mountain, searching for the obnoxious yellow of the Eggmen suits.

If it was just for the fashion alone, Steelbeak would never go back to F.O.W.L. again.

#darkwing duck #25 days of ficmas #geronimo series #season of light #steelbeak #FOWL #negaduck #bushroot #megavolt #liquidator #quackerjack

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chokeholdwrite · 7 years ago

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Altair

Sum: Sakura first gains Sasuke’s mind. Then, his heart.

“Where are we gonna go next, Sasuke-kun?” he hears her whispering, the sound of her voice just a little louder than the crackle sounds of their fire.

Sasuke thinks about that, sitting in front of her, indian style. His body is totally cover by his cape, and the little flames of the bonfire illuminate his face while he considered their next location. They have been traveling by two months now, enough time to re-create their bound. She looks up at him waiting for his answer, knowing that his silences often are answers too, he is the kind of person who though what word will come out from his lips, because he is quite pragmatic, so much so, that with only one gesture, he can make an entire sentence.

And Sakura has been learning all his gestures.

This, for example (his eyes closed, his brow slightly burrowed) is Sasuke thinking. But for (some) people, he would look mad.

Sasuke isn’t mad. If he was, you would know.

He opens his eyes, looking at the fire between them, the name of Otogakure leaving his lips.

She feels a strong weight on her shoulders.

“Oh” She tries to hide her consternation looking down to the fire. She taps her fingertips against her knees, avoiding his scrutiny . She supposed that part of the trip would come, but she wasn’t excepting tomorrow would be that day. Not at all “O-Okay” she says, just to fill the void.

The silence grows heavier now, even when are crickets, owls, and wind playing with tree leaves, it feels just like the first nights they spend camping, not really knowing how to talk again to each other anymore (Sasuke’s monosyllables were something she couldn’t work on, not like now). Even when he is very accustomed to the burial silences, she is not, so, just for doing something, she pulls her hand from the opening of her cloak, extending two fingers at the sky, acting like an architect, taking some measures from the stars. Sasuke catches just when she is closing on of her eyes, the tip of her tongue on her upper lip, concentrated.

“What are you doing” His voice shakes her up. Looking down to his eyes, ending her movements, like she just got caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“I was calculating the distance from here to Oto”

Sasuke left eyebrow lifts “And how do you do that”

She extends her gloved fingers to the sky, returning what she was doing “The thumb represents twelve hours. One single finger is a day. The palm would five days or a week, depending on your speed. So you just have to located the stars that represent your current location and join with your fingers from that star to the place where you want to go, or the star that represent your destination. You see? This…”

Her voices fade out, seeing the problem. Her view is different from his, because they are sitting on opposite sites, one in front of the other. He seems to notice the problem too, narrowing his eyes. On an impulsive move, she just stands ups and walks in his direction, sitting next to him, close enough so her bare legs can fell the fabric of his cape.

Then, she continues her explanation with her fingers, standing her index finger just above their heads “Snake constellation is usually associated to Oto, the serpents caput or the head of the Snake, to be exact, and if I’m not wrong…” She makes a little staircase with her fingers, putting one beside the other repeatedly, her shoulder moving against him “We would be there in more than a week if we go a ninja speed”

Sasuke nods at her, understanding. She puts down her hands, keeping her cold arms under her cloak just like her teammate. Both are looking at the stars, the yellow melting color from the fire and the sounds of the night filling the aggressive silence before. Sasuke seems calmer now, (Sakura was and still is very good at changing topics of conversation, an ability he is very grateful) and even when she is sitting way to close from him, he relaxes slowly.

It surprises him this distance it doesn’t bother him (at all).

“Oto is the Snake constellation, then”

She nods “Yeah, kind of — did you know that the only constellation divided is The Snake constellation?, is because in the middle is Ophiuchus, who were considerated the Serpentarium by ancient mythology and he keeps his snakes as…” She looks at hi eye, some little centimeters apart from her face. His rictus is like always, but the yellow of the flames reflecting on his left eye seems sparkling with something she never saw before, maybe because of the proximity. She takes her neck back, confusing his silence with boredom “this is too boring, no?” She smiles apologetically “When I star talking about this, Naruto is lost in the middle of my explanation, he says I’m too fast and is too tedious and—”

“He is too dumb” He interrupts, looking angry at the fire.

She looks at his profile astonished. Not believing what he just say.

She laughs.

Softly at the begging, and with natural force by the end. She laughs too hard that she has to touch her tighten abdomen, and he watches, silently, how her laugh rumbles in the depth of the forest, shushing the crickets.

When she stop with a characteristic sigh, she says “I can’t believe you just make a joke” Not completely aware of the silence, still laughing. When she calms down, Sasuke is looking at her with curiosity on his eyes, like this is the first time he ever truly sees her (laughing). She tries not to blush (I’m a woman, goddamit, not a girl) but Sasuke was always intense like that, and his eyes always makes little things on her lower abdomen, like butterflies (or worms)

“Was I?”

She stars to laugh again. Who would believe Sasuke has a comedy vein on his body.

The corner of his mouth lifts up, because the laughter of Sakura is the kind of funny one, like the one you just want to join her just for the seek of it. It makes him remembers his Genin days, the old Sakura.

(He likes her laugh)

“Tell me more” He ask/commands.

Sasuke watches the exact moment when she glows under the yellow light: Her eyes bigger and sparkling, her mouth doing this big (beautiful) smile, her spirit raising. Like a flower.

Like Sakura.

This moment, where he connects, is a little overwhelming, because he seems lost (for the first time) in her eyes, the way she moves her hands to explain, or her ability to speak even while holding a smile, those littles somethings that makes the difference between her and the rest.

Something so Sakura about it.

“…And that, is the most important star” She points with her finger at the sky, her eyes looking at him while lying and cover with her sleeping bag “At least it is to me”

She has been talking for too long, maybe hours, but Sasuke doesn’t mind when he looks up to the sky and ask her to elaborate her idea.

(he can hear her talking about stars for hours)

“The constellation of Aquila, the hawk, the only animal capable of flying facing the sun” She smiles, while Sasuke is looking at to the imaginary form that she does with her finger “It says Aquila's main commitment was to guide the young, beautiful and mortal man called Ganymede to heaven, to serve as cupbearer of his lord. Besides, It has Altair, the most splendid star of Aquila. That one, you see?” She points at the star, and Sasuke nods, because the bright little point is just on top of Sakura’s head “It is, in fact, one of the brightest stars in the sky, it is a prominent beacon on the Milky Way between Sagittarius and The Swan” She lay down her hand to her stomach, her voice softer than before “And it leads to home. Altair represents Konoha, that’s why is important to me”

Sasuke keeps quiet, looking at Altair. Is, indeed, one of the brightest stars from the sky, easily could be confused with another planet, just like Sakura explains before (The brighter lights are commonly other planets and they do not twinkle, starts do). Is ironic how is just happened Altair (Konoha) is on The Hawk constellation, and how even its name serves to guide Ganymede to his master.

Is just too ironic.

“Aquila is pointing to here” He declares, looking at her.

She frowns “No, no, you are looking at it wrong. Altair points at Konoha, because Altair is Konoha, just like Rigel, the star from Orion, is Sunagakure or how Vega, from Lyra’s constellation is the representative of Ame. Every village has a star that is representative, and in…our case, our star would be Altair because of Konoha. If we were Suna ninjas, our start would be Rigel, and so and on”

He frowns and looks down at where she is lying, not believing she didn’t catch his statement “Altair is on top of your head” He insist, pointing one finger just above her pink hair.

She looks up to him, frowning by his obstinacy “Che. Maybe I’m home” She adds with a smile, teasing him. The fire is now completely gone, and they have been talking about stars for hours now, so is only natural when she yawns, closing her eyes and standing her arms above her head, sleep finally making shrinkage in her.

Sasuke is replaying their conversation on his head when she is falling sleep by his side. He still can pass one day without sleeping, is was his turn to watch anyways, Sakura was the one who did the vigilance yesterday, so now she would have been really – really exhausted.

Is the most important star. At least to me.

She hums. Sasuke knows now she is really sleeping.

It leads you to home.

He looks at her. She dreams with a smile.

Is one of the brightest stars in the sky

Sakura is stirred in her sleep. Turning around towards Sasuke - possibly looking for his warmth – he cover her body with the ends of his coat, and she sighs comfortably (Sasuke-kun), falling asleep again.

Maybe I’m home

Looking at the sun appearing between the mountains, he nods.

“Maybe you are”

To the people verse on stars, and universe and space in general. I KNOW there isn’t a mesure like the one sakura explains. Still, i Know you can mesure the distances between stars by your fingers, so this was based on that. I’m a universe freak. I really like stars and looking at them (something so calm about it) and i just wanted to write their first date not knowing is was their first date. Thank you.

#sasusakufanfic #sasusaku #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno

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