#ivy asks price

[gazstations]

Headcannon idea!! Dressing up the 141 guys for Halloween (I know it’s not anywhere near Halloween but I’ve been thinking about this for a while) I would DIE to see Simon in a Jack in the Box mascot costume, or getting Gaz to dress like Lewis Hamilton just because they look so similar

Hell yeah. Halloween, my favorite holiday. Hehe.

WARNINGS: implied sexual content, implications of Price being dominated (hehe), reader is implied to be a Halloween LOVER (sorry if you aren't)

PRICE

Price is a secret Halloween enjoyer. Always has candy out on his desk during the whole month of October that he gobbles up. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost always get the remants. But he would die before he dressed up for anyone. If he had reader, though, he gets wrangled into wearing something.

"For the festivities, John."

"Got cheer up the bloody arse already, darling."

Said in a deadpan. You are not amused.

And that is how he gets forced to dress up like a cowboy in the wild west. He owns the outfit, and you spend a majority of the night staring at the way the pants hug his ass. Got the whole bakery out for the special holiday.

You put his lasso to good use that very night after the night outings. Emphasis on you. Roleplay was never much a part of your relationship, but something happened. He can't look you in the eye that next morning, but the next Halloween, he does ask what you guys are dressing up as.

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GAZ

Okay, lowkey, had to look up Lewis Hamilton. Like, I know who he is somewhat, but not fully. And good lord??? I can definitely see Gaz dressing up as him. Fucking hot.

I think there many options for Gaz. A cyberpunk inspired outfit, a vampire... No matter what he does, you are jumping him because he looks good in everything. And he definitely does it on purpose. Playfully biting you with his fangs, going all all out on cybernetics... sometimes, he doesn't necessarily go as anything specific. But he does dress up in some way. He loves the festivities.

You see him naked all the time, but for some reason, any sliver of body you see on Halloween is like the equivalent of seeing an ankle. Maybe because he's a lot more relaxed if he truly gets to celebrate Halloween. Or maybe it's just cause it's Gaz and that man knows how to put together an outfit.

Has no shame in couple costumes and revels in it. Has it all planned out, don't you worry.

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GHOST

Ghost plays with you. Makes you believe he isn't going to dress up at all, then walks into the room with a sheet over him and two eye holes cut out. When you ask if he's serious, he just answers with so much certainty that he is that you cross your arms and huff at him.

He lets it go on for a while. You're all dressed up, and there that dude just wearing his sheet. Gives it up when he genuinely starts to see you getting upset. He admits he didn't actually think of anything, but he did want to dress up.

The Jack in the Box Mascot costume, lol. That's crazy. We're both thinking of the demented snow man looking guy for the fast food chain, right??? (Help, what is he even supposed to be?) Or am I just dumb? Because if Ghost dressed up like that, I would be the reader that runs in the opposite direction. Bro is not getting laid in that, lol.

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SOAP

You have a man here that is artistic as fuck. It's all out on Halloween, and he will not take no for an answer on couples shit. If you get lost while out somewhere, he wants people to know who you belong to.

Has worn a collar for different costumes before. And swoons if you yank on it. Not much of a roleplayer on other days, but loves it on Halloween for some reason.

I think he loves holidays in general, reminds him of when he gathered with his family when he was younger before life got in the way. So if he has reader who goes along with his antics, he is whipped. Always tries to one up other people with costumes and gets eerily good at it.

The good news is he helps you feel confident because he coaxes you into all kinds of different things.

His favorite part is the crafting, though. Loves being spread out on the floor with you, putting together stuff. It's so simple, and he just likes the bond with you. And you never have to worry about things not fitting you because he has your body memorized and knows what to do or not to do.

Has done animals, different eras, fictional characters... It does not fucking matter.

[brown-little-robin]

besties help the shipping alone on my ceramics supplies order is $88

[ivymarquis]

one of my favorite tropes is the pregnant woman in an apocalypse scenario and the worms are wriggling

[rextrinsic]

this is ivy shes very shy and silly and a big sweetie and i love her with my whole life

the biggest sweetie!!

[beloveds-embrace]

(a low-effort, self-indulgent post about 141 x sunshine reader with a love for flowers <3)

Moving to a military town had been a gamble. You weren’t military, had no family in the service, and you had no real reason to pick this particular place other than the fact that it was safe, stable, and quiet. The houses were affordable, the people were friendly enough, and you figured you could make a home here. Besides, you were far enough from the base to avoid their early morning drills but close enough to still feel secure.

And it was nice. Really, it was.

The town had its charm. It was small, orderly, and filled with people who were either part of the military or had long grown used to living in the shadow of it.

You just hadn’t expected it to be so… plain.

Everything was muted, designed for practicality rather than beauty. Row after row of beige houses, identical porches, yards that were neat but uninspired. It felt more like a barracks than a town, and you knew you wouldn’t last long surrounded by such monotony.

So, you changed it.

Within a week of moving in, your porch was transformed into a floral wonderland. Ivy and jasmine vines trailed along the railings, hanging baskets, overflowed with cascading petunias, swung from the beams, and the front steps were lined with carefully arranged potted blooms. Roses, marigolds, lavender- anything that could inject some color and life into the dull uniformity of the street.

And the town noticed.

It started small- passersby slowing down, lingering in front of your house, knocking to ask if they can take pictures. Then came the comments at the local market.

“Did you see the new house on [] Street? The one covered in flowers?”

“I thought I was dreaming- looked like something out of a storybook!”

“Oh, that’s her place. She’s always out there, tending to them. Such a sweet thing, always smiling.”

And then came the soldiers.

One morning, while you were watering your newest additions- lilies this time- a group of soldiers on their way to base slowed in front of your house. Their conversation died off, replaced by muttered confusion.

“Didn’t know we had a damn botanical garden in town.” One of them said, adjusting the strap of his gear bag.

“Are those-” Another squinted at your newest arrangement. “Does she change them?”

“She does,” a woman in the group confirmed; you had seen her before, you were sure. “Saw her planting new ones last week. Honestly, it’s nice.”

You smiled to yourself, pretending not to notice as they carried on their way.

But it didn’t stop there.

Another soldier stopped during his run, hands on his hips as he took in your porch. “Hell of a setup.” He commented, glancing at you.

“Thank you!” You beamed, wiping your dirt-streaked hands on your shorts. “Wouldn’t want the town looking too drab, now would we?”

His lips twitched. “Well, you’re succeeding.”

More and more soldiers began to take notice. Some just passed by with lingering glances, others stopped to admire the work. A few even asked for gardening advice- one particularly flustered private admitted he wanted to impress his girlfriend with a flower arrangement but had no idea where to start. You happily helped him pick out a selection, even wrote him a little care guide.

It wasn’t just the passing soldiers, either.

Older women in town would stop by just to chat about your arrangements, some even bringing over cuttings from their own gardens. Parents would pause during walks, their children pointing excitedly at the bright flowers and fairy lights you had strung along the porch. The local baker started leaving small bags of cookies at your door with notes like, Your flowers made my morning brighter!

And then there was Task Force 141, as they’d eventually introduce themselves to you.

The first time you caught Captain John Price standing on your sidewalk, arms crossed as he stared at your house, you thought you were in trouble. He had the kind of presence that demanded respect- commanding, observant, the weight of experience in every movement.

“You lost?” you teased anyways, adjusting a pot of marigolds, and hoping he wouldn’t consider you disrespectful.

Price huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking between the vines, the flowers, the fairy lights. “No. Just… wasn’t expecting this.” He gestured vaguely at the floral explosion around you.

“Well,” you grinned. “I refuse to live somewhere that looks like a training camp. You are the soldiers, not me.”

That had been the start of it.

Soap was the next to visit. He showed up a few days later, leaning against your railing as he inspected a cluster of bright yellow sunflowers. “Got any of those that’ll survive my terrible luck?”

You hummed, then handed him a small, sturdy succulent. “Try not to kill it.”

Then came Gaz, who always claimed he was “just passing through” but somehow always found himself near your house. He asked questions- what flowers worked best for balconies? His mum has a love for tending to flowers as well. Did you have any recommendations for someone who had never taken care of a plant in his life?

Regardledd, you happily enjoyed chatting with him, and he left with a small potted fern, promising to send updates.

And then there was Ghost.

Ghost never exactly visited, but you saw him. Once, when you were rearranging your display and muttering about getting new soil, you spotted him standing across the street, arms folded as he observed your work. He didn’t say anything- just gave a barely perceptible nod before disappearing back into the shadows.

But the next morning, a heavy bag of high-quality soil rested against your porch steps. No note. No explanation.

But from what the others had told you of him… you knew who it was from.

The townsfolk had opinions about that, too.

“That group’s been sniffing around your place an awful lot,” Mrs. Holloway, the town baker, noted one morning as she handed you a fresh loaf of bread. “You got yourself a security detail, dear?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think they just like the flowers.”

The butcher, a gruff man who had lived in the town longer than anyone, grunted in agreement. “Good. Those boys need something nice to look at.”

Even the local barista took notice. “Gaz came in the other day asking if we had any floral-themed drinks,” she giggled, leaning in close to you. “I swear, he’s trying to impress you.”

Ultimately, the town adored what you were doing. Where once there had been dull uniformity, now there was life. People started adding their own touches- small flower pots, window boxes, even a few hanging baskets inspired by yours. The air felt lighter, more welcoming.

And the 141?

They had seen the worst the world had to offer. They had fought in places where beauty was a distant memory, where survival took precedence over everything else.

Yet, somehow, you- sunshine incarnate, with dirt-streaked hands and a smile that could brighten even the darkest day- had managed to burrow into their hardened hearts.

[mimiii-3]

My Baby Brother

Platonic Batfam/Damian x GN Neglected Reader

Notes: slight angst, reader is Bruce’s biological child but I imagine that the reader can be any color, shape, size, etc.

The peanut gallery filed into the living room one by one. Each brother looking as disinterested as the next to sit for one of Bruce’s family portraits.

Dick, Tim, and Damian moved to encircle your father sitting in an obsidian-colored velvet armchair. You shifted awkwardly to the right to avoid Damian shoulder-checking you.

You looked to Damian to find him already watching you. The corner of your lips twitched into a wry smile but quickly faded as Damian’s green eyes narrowed.

It felt like only yesterday that he would look at you in complete adoration. Your sweet baby brother doubling as your only friend. Now he looks at you as if you’re nothing more than a stain on his perfect life.

Damian’s initial love of you seemed to stem from the fact that you were the only other biological child of Bruce. He gravitated to the oldest “legitimate” (as he so lovingly put) when he first arrived at the manor.

He would join you for walks in the garden or reading in the library. He considered you to be exceedingly simple but at least you were held in higher esteem than your older brothers.

It wasn’t until he joined Bruce and Tim on their nightly patrols that the family dynamic changed. You were left alone in the library and the garden as Damian trained and fought alongside his new brothers.

You had reached out to Damian a few times since the change. You could only tolerate asking him for book recommendations or offering to paint with him for so long. You began to pull away, sensing the impending hurt.

The loneliness stung at first but over the months, melted into a twisted sort of calm. You found peace knowing that he hated you almost as much a you loved him.

As you reminisce, you look back at Damian and his pouty little face. Your smile returns only more relaxed and genuine. This seems to throw him off guard and he hurriedly looks back to the painter and their easel.

He moves closer to the armchair and away from your side. The painter waives their hand indicating for you to scooch closer to the family.

You take two steps to the left and lightly place your hand on Damian’s shoulder. You feel him tense but you keep your hand steady. The sound of the wood crackling in the fireplace pairs nicely with the gentle stroke of the brush against the easel.

The next few hours creep by and your brothers flee the living room, glad to be away from the intensely boring get together. Your father follows suit and Alfred waits by the door as the painter begins to pack their belongings.

You make your way to the other side of the easel to take a gander at their handiwork. The painting is stunning. The rich, warm hues of the room pair nicely with the striking features of your family.

Your gaze make its way over to the side of the portrait with you and Damian. Your graceful smiles and close proximity remind you of the happier days with Damian.

You nod appreciatively at the painter and slip out of the living room. You look down the hall and watch Damian as he walks alongside Tim and Dick. You turn around and make your way back to the quiet corner of the manor that holds your room.

You shake off the expensive scarf you had been wearing for the painting and scan your room. Brown boxes covered in a scribbled mess of sharpie tower around the room.

All of your belongings packed and ready to go for tomorrow’s 10am pickup from Winslows’ Moving and Storage. An appointment you scheduled without any of your family’s knowledge.

You found a quaint cottage over in Ivy Town for an “affordable” price. It would be a downgrade from the manor but maybe that’s what you needed.

A break from the paparazzi and the crushing weight of expectations. A break from an absent father and an overbearing bat. A break from the glares and scowls shot by your brothers. You will make new friends that aren’t highly trained assassins and have a normal, happy life.

Yes, this is exactly what you needed. A fresh start at a new home and a new university. You know you will miss Damian and Alfred dearly but this is what’s best.

Even though you will be leaving everything you know behind, you can leave knowing one thing. No matter how much he hates you, Damian will always be your baby brother.

Extra notes: trying to shake off the dust from my very long hiatus hehe. I feel like this fic could easily turn yandere🤔

[demonic0angel]

DP x DC Prompt: Sam decides to hire Poison Ivy to use her powers for actually constructive things (Growing crops, reforesting areas, breeding new plants for commercial purposes, and studying how her powers work). Ivy actually likes doing it, and Sam and her friends.

Ivy was humming as she worked. Harley watched her for a moment, before she asked, “What’s got you so happy?”

“I got another job from that Manson girl. Sam Manson,” she clarified. One of her plants gave a low grumble and nuzzled her palm.

Harley clapped. “Ooh! That’s great! What does she have you doing now?”

Ivy smiled as she turned around and presented her phone to Harley, where the screen was being shown. It was a chat between her and an anonymous donor, though it had a picture of a purple flower as a profile pic. “She wants me to modify current crops in order to grow in bad climates and soil. This way, crop productivity increases and hopefully, less land will be needed in order to grow them. This also decreases the prices and makes it easier for people to buy so—”

Ivy rambled on for quite a while, while Harley watched her with a lovesick expression. By the time Ivy had realized that she was talking for too long, she had already spent an hour and a half just talking about how Sam’s ideas would revolutionize the world.

Ivy flushed green. Harley cooed, “Aww, she seems darling! Did you ever get to meet up with her?”

“No,” Ivy sighed, “but I would like to, one day. Together, I believe that we can completely change the world for the better of nature.”

Harley snickered and teased, “You better be careful, I’ll get jealous!”

Ivy gave her a fond look. “I think you’ll like her and her friends. They also hate clowns.”

“Seriously?! Wow, I think we’re best friends already!” Harley said cheerfully. “So when can we meet?”

Ivy pointed to the phone. “After this job, I’ll ask. Hopefully, once we meet, we can make even bigger plans to completely reform conservation laws and make bigger, better, and more efficient laws.”

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The 100 - Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Adventure Time - Princess Bubblegum/Marceline

Aespa (Band) - Kim Minjeong | Winter/Yu Jimin | Karina

Agatha All Along (TV) - Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal

Agent Carter (TV) - Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli

Agents of SHIELD (TV) - Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson

The Amazing Digital Circus - Pomni/Ragatha

Amphibia - Anne Boonchuy/Sasha Waybright

Amphibia - Anne Boonchuy/Marcy Wu

Arcane: League of Legends - Caitlyn/Vi

Attack on Titan - Mikasa Ackerman/Annie Leonhart

Attack on Titan - Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir

Avatar: The Last Airbender - Azula/Ty Lee

Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra/Asami Sato

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Tara Maclay/Willow Rosenberg

Carmilla (Web Series) - Laura Hollis/Carmilla Kearnstein

Carol (2015) - Carol Aird/Therese Belivet

Criminal Minds - Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss

Critical Role - Beauregard Lionett/Yasha

Critical Role - Laudna/Imogen Temult

DC's Legends of Tomorrow - Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe

DC Universe - Pamela Isley | Poison Ivy/Harleen Quinzel | Harley Quinn

The Devil Wears Prada - Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs

Doctor Who - Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan

Dungeon Meshi - Marcille Donato/Falin Touden

Frozen - Anna/Elsa

Game of Thrones - Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell

Genshin Impact - Beidou/Ningguang

Genshin Impact - Raiden Ei | Baal/Yae Miko

Ghostbusters (2016) - Erin Gilbert/Jillian Holtzmann

Glee - Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray

Glee - Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce

Grey's Anatomy - Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery

Haikyuu!! - Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka

Harry Potter - Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson

Harry Potter - Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley

The Haunting of Bly Manor (TV) - Dani Clayton/Jamie Taylor

Hawkeye (TV 2021) - Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop

Hazbin Hotel - Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie

Holby City - Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe

Homestuck - Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam

Homestuck - Terezi Pyrope/Vriska Serket

House of the Dragon (TV) - Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki

Killing Eve - Eve Polastri/Villanelle

The Last of Us - Dina/Ellie

Legacies (TV 2018) - Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman

Legacies (TV 2018) - Penelope Park/Josie Saltzman

Life is Strange - Rachel Amber/Chloe Price

Life is Strange - Maxine "Max" Caufield/Chloe Price

LIttle Witch Academia - Diana Cavendish/Atsuko "Akko" Kagari

The Locked Tomb - Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Marvel Cinematic Universe - Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov

Marvel Cinematic Universe - Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov

Mass Effect Trilogy - Female Shepard/Liara T'Soni

Merlin (TV) - Gwen/Morgana

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant

Motherland: Fort Salem (TV) - Raelle Collar/Scylla Ramshorn

My Hero Academia - Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo

My Hero Academia - Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako

Naruto - Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino

NCIS: Hawai'i - Lucy Tara/Kate Whistler

The Old Guard (Movie 2020) - Andy | Andromache of Scythia/Quynh | Noriko

Once Upon a Time - Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan

Orphan Black - Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus

Overwatch - Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler

Overwatch - Lena "Tracer" Oxton/Widowmaker | Amelie Lacroix

The Owl House - Amity Blight/Luz Noceda

Person of Interest - Root | Samantha Groves/Sameen Shaw

Pitch Perfect (Movies) - Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell

Pokemon - Hanako | Delia Ketchum/Musashi | Jessie

Power Rangers (2017) - Kimberly Hart/Trini

Project SEKAI - Akiyama Mizuki/Shinonome Ena

Project SEKAI - Azusawa Kohane/Shiraishi An

Puella Magi Madoka Magica - Akemi Homura/Kaname Madoka

Revolutionary Girl Utena - Himemiya Anthy/Tenjou Utena

Riverdale (TV 2017) - Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz

Rizzoli & Isles - Maura Isles/Jane Rizzoli

RWBY - Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long

RWBY - Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee

Sailor Moon - Kaiou Michiru | Sailor Neptune/Tenoh Haruka | Sailor Uranus

Shadowhunters (TV) - Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - Adora/Catra

Splatoon (Video Games) - Marina/Pearl

Star Trek: Voyager - Kathryn Janeway/Seven of Nine

Station 19 - Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca

Steven Universe - Lapis Lazuli/Peridot

Steven Universe - Ruby/Sapphire

Stranger Things - Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Stranger Things - Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield

Supergirl - Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Supergirl - Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Teen Wolf - Allison Argent/Lydia Martin

Undertale - Alphys/Undyne

Warehouse 13 - Myka Bering/Helena "H.G." Wells

Warrior Nun - Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva

Wednesday (2022) - Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman - Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland

The Wilds (TV 2020) - Shelby Goodkind/Toni Shalifoe

Women's Association Football | Soccer RPF - Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Wynonna Earp - Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Xena: Warrior Princess - Gabrielle/Xena

[clancycatears]

mdni (18+) okay hear me out on girl dads vs boy dads with cod men.

girl dads

kyle garrick. be so serious. in what world would kyle fit being a boy dad more than a girl dad? that dude participates in tea time and lets his princess paint his nails all day, every day. would absolutely play barbies with her, too. while mama gets a nap.

john price. okay, but john is on the very edge of the boy dad/girl dad spectrum. sure, i can see him with a boy, but being his little bug's bodyguard and giving her shoulder rides fits him better. no nonsense with car guidance, he’s teaching her to change her own tires with pride.

johnny mactavish. silly girl dad central. i'm talking coloring on his skin, buying a matching pair of pretty pink pajamas, and giving mama puppy eyes for sweets alongside his little girl. definitely mama’s worst nightmare—affectionately.

boy dads

phillip graves. definitely gets his boy into some kind of sport. football, soccer, baseball, you name it. absolutely teaches his boy how to respect his mama and the ladies in his life. never ashamed to scold his boy over a simple “whatever” to his mama.

alex keller. underrated boy dad. he'd play dinosaurs and make mud pies with his little stinker like it's second nature. letting him color in his tattoos is his favorite activity. gets him his own, too—his boy’s name alongside his mama’s

johnny mactavish. again? yes. he suits both sides. i will die on that hill. think about it. his boy asks for a puppy? he's getting it. his boy has a rugby match? he's attending it. asking about the gym? he’s teaching him about reps and going with him for company.

honorable mention: ghost is child-free. i will not budge. his babies are his puppies all the way. would absolutely babysit and grin when the kids prefer uncle simon over their parents.

2nd honorable mention: nikolai is the funcle. funcle? fun uncle. motorcycle rides for the kids and special helicopter flights for birthdays and events are his specialty.

thanks to ivy (@gazstations) and cade (@ironcade) for encouraging the voices.

[evilminji]

You knooooowwww... >.>

The only difference, technically, between a school in the Zone? And on Earth? Is the American government won't recognize your Zone diploma...

Not accredited. But like..... I'm JUST SAYING? If you didn't try to pass your school off as some Big Ivy League type? Pulled the "oh yeah, you'd never have heard of it, it's local." And the COMPUTERS say it's legit?

How many people will dig deeper?

If you legitimately have the knowledge, you legitimately have the knowledge. Not YOUR fault you left out the whole "extra-dimensional" part. It makes folk nervous! And nervous folks get stabby.

So like? If you were ALREADY planning to "Move" as you euphemistically put it? Talked it over with your VERY concerned folks and friends? Who do NOT like the look of the steady but concerning rise of Anti-Ghost Powers That Be? Who finally put their foot down and reminded you that you are a TEENAGER and it's NOT your responsibility to fix the world?

Well...

Fuck those guys, I guess. You'll miss the old house, but Team "Taking our ball and going literally anywhere else" makes some good points. Why ARE you putting up with this?

And honestly, you've never SEEN your dad have so much fun. Him and the Reality Realtor just sorta... Vibe. Himbo to Himbo communications. Smatters of advanced physics. Fudge. It's great.

They move the portal. Collapse the old one in a way that makes it impossible to recover or recreate. You... kinda don't want to ask. They had that "mad scientist glint" in their eyes.

And while everyone's checking out brochures to different realities? You? Head off to the nearest College. It's the Zone, so technically you could go to any of endless billions. But you'd like your education some time this century.

Cue! Danny Fenton! Entering?

Academia's wet dream. A sprawling CITY of a college. Where the classes are on EVERYTHING and the price is FREE. People have Obsessions okay?? They NEED to teach. Debate and discuss! Study! Right papers and read them! It's been going on a while! And what happens when you find a subject that's NOT covered?

YOU COVER IT!

It's like if New York was a College. Good fucking luck find the dorms. Sleep on the floor like the rest of us, you casual.

Danny was Not Prepared ™.

He loves it though.

Classes on aeronautics next making the perfect sandwich, shoved next to historical basketry, stacked above alien slam poetry. But only on Tuesdays! Ever shifting. Breaking his Fenton Born Adhd in to a fine PASTE to be smeared upon bread. Happy mental stimulation chemicals go Brrrrrrrr

If it wasn't wildly inappropriate, he would LICK IT to claim it as his then wrap around it and gaurd like a territorial cat. He thought he HATED school! Turns out he just hated high-school. College though? College, or at least ZONE College, is fuckin AWESOME.

He's sit in SO MANY random classes just cause.

Picked up and dropped them at a whim. When they no longer sparked joy. He's been a flighty bitch and for once? No one CARES. No one says "you HAVE to commit and stick with this FOREVER once you choose this" and? It just? It's so FREEING! He's learned so MUCH!

He's probably gonna come back!

Which? Is how a deeply, DEEPLY weird aerospace engineer from supposedly bumfuck NOWHERE, end up working at Wayne Industries. He's.... a lil crazy behind the eyes. Ha ha... CONCERNING ™!

Dude sleeps on the lab floor. Has weirdly spotty knowledge. Can be an unprecedented genius one second and not know who the current president is the next. Doesn't know what DAY it is. Forgets to eat. Tried to make a fusion reactor out of the break room toaster before Sandra from accounting distracted him with pictures of her cat.

It's like he wanders through life blissfully unaware that he is both terrifying and about three seconds from killing them all. Then FUCKING TRIPS because he forgot to tie his shoelaces again.

Who hired this man?

WHY!?

I mean, we KNOW why. Probably to put him on a watch list. But? He's like a terrifying murder puppy! Built like a tank! That's stoned out of its mind half the time. And have you HEARD his college stories? That CAN'T be legal. Was this guy raised in a cult!? Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!????

@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @dcxdpdabbles @hypewinter

[monstersholygrail]

FREE USE CITY COLLEGE ????? Are you telling me there's a university there ???? 👁👁

Oh, to be a transfer student at FUCC 😫😫😫

Pfffff, I keep forgetting there’s lore I haven’t told you guys yet. I also keep forgetting there’s FUC drafts that I have to post but haven’t yet lol. But yes!! There’s a Free Use City College also known as FUCC. If there was a K word for college id use it! But alas. Anyway, it’s a whole thing and the city worked very hard to get the state to allow a college in their city.

If I’m being totally honest, I kinda went insane in this ask and wrote out a whole fic at the idea of a transfer student at FUCC. But I sorta fell in love with it and I’m making it into its own post. I’ll be posting it tomorrow so be on the lookout!

But I seriously love the idea of a transfer student going to FUCC. Not fully knowing that it’s a Free Use College and a Free Use City all together. They just have some reason to go there. Like maybe the program they’re interested in is better there. Or even just the price because FUCC is one of the most best and cheapest schools in the country.

The idea of a college student knowing full well what kind of city and college it is and FUCC still being their first choice is also an absolutely delicious thought.

Make no mistake though!!! While FUCC does have excellent and sophisticated programs, is one of the top schools below the ivy’s, and is one of the cheapest in the country… it is also extremely hard to get into. Their acceptance rate is medium/low and they’re even more picky about who they give scholarships to.

While a big part of it relies on your resume and grades, it also relies heavily on the kinda person you are. Because the city also doesn’t just allow anyone to enter. It’s part of what keeps the peace. And with a combination of those things, it’s not easy to get in.

But once you do get in it is soooo beyond worth it.

[gazstations]

i love your mama and price outbreak au!!! it is so sweet and i really love it as a tlou fan. idk if you do requests or take ideas or anything, this has just been on my mind for the past few days and i need to share! what if mama has a rough birth? price is the only one to help, and i’m not sure how much info one can find on home birthing during the apocalypse… or what if something is off with baby price? the little one doesn’t cry as soon as they’re out, they look a little too small… or even baby price won’t latch? there’s no stores nearby, probably none with formula anyway, and mama’s too tired and at her wits end. of course, it’s all gonna work out because it always will with price and his family— even when the outside world isn’t working out— as long as they’re safe in their little apartment together ❤️‍🩹

Omg, thank you so much! I appreciate you for popping in here to tell me all this. I always welcome thoughts when they’re lovely like these, and you actually made my brain turn a little bit, hehe. I did already have some plan, but now the gears be shifting. 👀 I shall deliberate with the council (my inner conscience) and do something. Something, indeed.

Thank you, anon! Love you! 💛

[noirscript]

masterlist —

find your next favorite yandere here. Each fic contains warnings so proceed with caution coz they are unhinged af.

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Nicholas Sterling III —

✾ Descent Into Madness | one shot

✾ Chasing The Light | mini-series

part one | part two | part three | part four

✾ Domestic Bliss | one shot | commission

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King Callixto —

✾ Sovereign's Reign | Series Masterlist

No matter how far you run, Callixto is never far behind. Freedom was never yours to keep—only borrowed before the inevitable claim.

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Xavier Veluxe —

✾ Eclipsed Affliction | one shot

✾ A-J | yandere alphabet

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Alastair Moreau —

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Valentine Sinclair —

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Harrison Velenzi —

✾ To Have and To Hold | one shot

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Unnamed God —

✾ Cursed Covenant | one shot

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Laurent Delacroix —

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You thought you were making your own choices. But Laurent was always there—watching, guiding, ensuring every step led you straight to him. And now, there’s no way out.

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Cassian Veltre —

✾ Scripted Fate | one shot

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Isaiah Hartwell —

✾ Lavender and Powder | one shot

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Caelum Ashford —

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Malcolm Harroway —

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Dorian Shaw —

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William Harrington —

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Anselm Faer —

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Zeiryn —

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Seraphim D'Aronn —

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Elarion Vaelthir —

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Zaeral —

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Luca —

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Azraël —

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Rhett Valle —

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Azriel —

✾ Heaven's Leash | one shot

Series

Yandere Hotline

You thought you've drawn the line hard enough for them to notice, but it seems like the concept of boundaries are far beyond their understanding.

Seven Days of Devotion | Holy Week Special

Every day, you wake to a different kind of devotion. Some call it love. Others call it madness. But in the quiet spaces between reverence and ruin, you begin to understand—this was never about salvation. It was always about possession. And now, during the holiest week of the year, they will each find their own way to claim you.

Sanctum | Holy Week Special Series

You came seeking peace. But Father Caelestis has been waiting—ready to crown you his divine bride in a paradise that was never meant to let you go.

Braindump

Headcanon | LADS Caleb | Thirst post

[theskywithin]

💔 Venus in The Houses: What You Refused to Stop Loving (Even When It Hurt)

There are some parts of the soul that cling like ivy: soft, stubborn, slow to let go. Venus holds those pieces. Not just beauty. Not just pleasure. Attachment. The shape your love takes, and what you keep reaching for even when it bruises you. This isn’t the Venus of charm and romance. This is the Venus of ache, of repeating a pattern that once felt like love, even after it stopped being safe. The part of you that would rather hurt in familiar ways than be untouched by anything at all. But there’s beauty here too. Because the same Venus that aches is also the one that heals. When you finally stop asking love to look like the wound and start letting it look like freedom.

This is Venus in the houses: What you refused to stop loving, even when it cost you more than you thought. And the slow return to loving yourself in a new language.

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Just like love, I hope this post reminds you of your infinite potential and power. You are worth choosing, over and over again. I love you all. 🌹

Venus in the 1st House

You learned to be lovable before you learned to be real. Smiles became survival. Softness became armor. You led with beauty,not always the superficial kind, but the kind that made people stay. The pleasing tone. The gracious pause. The way you read the room and adjusted your light like a dimmer switch, just to keep the peace. You were rewarded for being magnetic, so you made it a language: "come closer, I’ll make it easy to love me." But under all that charm lives a secret ache: the fear that if you stopped being beautiful, whatever that meant, they’d stop choosing you. So you fell in love with being wanted, even when it cost you your truth. You attached to those who mirrored your surface but missed your depth. You kept offering the version of yourself that always got a yes, while wondering if anyone could love the messier one hiding underneath. This is what Venus in the 1st carries: the ache to be adored, and the slow realization that being liked isn’t the same as being loved. Healing comes from being seen honestly. Not through charm or performance. Just as you are, without softening the edges. You’re here to be chosen even when you stop smiling.

Venus in the 2nd House

There’s a part of you that clings to what’s yours, not out of greed, but out of memory. You learned early that love wasn’t always given freely. That sometimes affection had a price. So you began collecting value like a language: through the things you owned, the beauty you created, the comfort you could offer. You equated stability with worth. You mistook being needed for being loved. And you kept pouring yourself into people and patterns that made you feel wanted as long as you kept giving. This is the Venus that loves through offering. That hands over her time, her touch, her tenderness, asking: "If I give enough, will you stay?" Even when it leaves you depleted. Even when it makes you think your worth must be proven over and over again. You attach to what feels familiar, what feels solid, even if it limits you because part of you fears that letting go means losing your identity, too. But healing comes from remembering you are the value. Not because of what you give, or what you own, or how well you keep it all together. Because you exist. Because you’re enough. Even when you stop offering, even when you ask for more.

Venus in the 3rd House

You fell in love with words before you understood their weight. You learned to listen like it was a form of affection. You noticed the way people phrased their goodbyes, the pauses in their promises, the tone beneath what was said. Communication became your currency, not just what you gave, but how you received love. If someone spoke to you with sweetness, you felt safe. If they withdrew their words, you felt erased. So you kept talking, kept connecting, kept translating your heart into something digestible. You became fluent in charming your way into closeness. Into overexplaining, over-texting, over-performing emotional intelligence just to make sure the line stayed open. But deep down, you feared that silence meant disinterest. That confusion meant rejection. That love could leave the moment language stopped. Venus in the 3rd carries the wound of being misunderstood and the gift of making connection feel like a miracle. But healing comes when you stop trying to be perfectly received. When you stop using conversation to prove you’re worthy of staying. Your words are beautiful, yes, but you don’t have to explain yourself to be loved. Let silence be holy. Let pauses be proof that something deeper is speaking, too.

Venus in the 4th House

You loved where it wasn’t always safe to love. Maybe the house was quiet, but the silence hurt. Maybe you were cherished, but only when you were good. Maybe no one said it, but you felt it, the need to earn your place through softness, through sweetness, through shrinking your needs. So you became the keeper of peace. The one who smoothed things over. The one who made the room feel warmer just by being in it. This Venus buries her longings in the walls. She romanticizes the past even when it bruised her. She stays too long. She forgives too fast. She confuses familiarity with safety. You fall in love with people who feel like home, even if that home was built on unspoken grief, emotional labor, or longing that never got met. You try to rebuild it differently. But sometimes you find yourself in the same rooms, wearing the same ache, wondering why love still feels like caretaking. But healing doesn’t come from creating peace around you, it comes from creating it within you. You are not responsible for holding the emotional temperature of every room. You’re allowed to want softness without having to absorb the storm. Love that feels like home should also feel like rest.

Venus in the 5th House

You learned to love by becoming unforgettable. You turned your desire into performance, radiant, magnetic, impossible to ignore. Even your laughter was a kind of offering. You made beauty from your longing and lit it up like a stage. Not because you’re vain, because being adored felt like safety. Praise felt like proof. And when love arrived, it felt like art: thrilling, vivid, consuming. But when it left, it felt like erasure. Like the curtain closing before your favorite line. You fell in love with moments. With eyes that lingered. With hearts that pulsed like yours. But the ache beneath it all was this: that sometimes you gave the most to people who only knew how to admire you, not hold you. You confused intensity with intimacy. You loved like a poem and hoped they’d read past the first line. And when they didn’t, you wondered if maybe you were too much or not enough. Venus in the 5th aches to be felt fully, not just witnessed. But love isn’t always applause, it isn’t always electric. Sometimes it’s quiet presence. Sometimes it’s staying through the ordinary. You don’t have to earn devotion through dazzling. You don’t have to keep turning your joy into a performance. You are lovable in the unlit moments, too.

Venus in the 6th House

You learned to love through service. Through the small things. Through the gentle noticing. The “did you eat?” The “I fixed it for you.” The way you anticipate someone’s needs before they even speak them. You made yourself useful as a form of closeness. You made your care invisible on purpose, hoping they’d feel it in the background, like warmth, like air. But over time, the giving became a pattern. You attached to people who needed you. Who relied on your steadiness, your tenderness, your silent devotion. And part of you stayed even when they forgot to say thank you. Even when they only came close when they were hurting. Because some part of you believed: if I stop being helpful, will I still be wanted? This Venus aches with the fear that love without labor is love that disappears. So you keep offering, keep fixing, keep showing up, even when your body says no. But healing comes when you stop trying to prove your worth through effort. When you realize that your softness is not a task to complete, but a gift to receive. You deserve care that doesn’t come with a chore list. You deserve a love that serves you, too.

Venus in the 7th House

You’ve always loved through reflection, through the way someone else’s eyes lit up when they looked at you. Love became a mirror: if they want me, I must be worthy. You longed for the kind of connection that confirms your existence, not just affection, but devotion. Someone to meet you, choose you, hold your hand through every contradiction. So you became the perfect partner. You learned to read the emotional weather and adjust your warmth accordingly. You shaped yourself around the people you loved, hoping they’d never stop loving what they saw. But this Venus can forget where she ends and someone else begins. You fell in love with the bond itself, even when the person in it didn’t see the whole of you. You stayed in dynamics that mirrored the illusion of closeness, even when you felt alone inside them. You kept choosing people who made you feel special… only when they needed you. Venus in the 7th carries the hunger to be chosen without vanishing. Healing begins when you choose yourself first, not in theory, but in practice. You don’t have to shapeshift to be loved. You don’t have to keep becoming what someone wants in order to be kept. Real intimacy begins the moment you stop performing it.

Venus in the 8th House

You love like it’s all or nothing. Like once you let someone in, they’ll never leave or if they do, they’ll take a piece of you with them. You crave soul-deep intimacy, the kind that strips you bare, the kind that doesn’t flinch at your shadows. But somewhere in your story, love and loss became intertwined. You learned that closeness could devour. That attachment could undo. So you fell for the ones who felt like mystery, like danger, like a promise you’d have to bleed for. You equated depth with sacrifice. Desire with survival. This Venus doesn’t do halfway. You stay when it’s too much. You stay when it’s not enough. You grip harder the more it hurts, because letting go feels like death. You become the detective, the shape-shifter, the alchemist, trying to control what love will become, before it controls you. But all that intensity isn’t safety. It’s a shield. And sometimes, it hides the truth: you don’t fully trust love to last unless it breaks you first. But healing doesn’t come from proving how much you can endure. It comes when you stop needing love to feel like a reckoning. You are allowed to be met in your depth without drowning, to be loved in ways that feel like resurrection, not survival. Real intimacy doesn’t require your disappearance, t asks for your presence.

Venus in the 9th House

You fell in love with the idea of love before you ever touched it. The feeling of elsewhere. The promise of expansion. You wanted connection to open you, not just emotionally, but spiritually, intellectually, cosmically. Something bigger than longing. Something that taught you more than it took. And when it came close, you chased it through distance, through people who felt like portals to another version of you. But the more beautiful the idea, the harder it was to hold the reality. You’ve stayed in relationships that looked like growth but felt like escape. You’ve clung to potential like a prophecy, convincing yourself that if you kept evolving, they would meet you there. You crave truth, but sometimes avoid the hard kind, the kind that lives in the unromantic present. You love the journey but you fear the arrival. Because what happens when the story isn’t magical anymore? Will love still be enough when it stops teaching you? Venus in the 9th aches for something meaningful, but healing begins when you stop trying to transcend love and start letting it transform you. Not every connection has to be epic to be real. Not every love needs a passport. Sometimes, the most expansive thing you can do is stay exactly where you are, and let someone truly know you.

Venus in the 10th House

You learned to equate love with admiration. To earn it by being impressive. To become the one who’s chosen because you were composed, capable, already enough in the eyes of the world. Maybe no one told you directly, but you absorbed it anyway: that being desirable meant being seen from a distance. So you built your image carefully. You became polished, respectful, desirable. You loved through achievement. Through excellence. Through control. But this Venus often confuses visibility with value. You’re drawn to people who enhance your image or validate your progress. You crave relationships that reflect your success, but part of you wonders if they love you, or just the version you show the world. You stay too long in roles that make you look stable, even when they starve your softness. You perform devotion instead of receiving it. You protect your reputation even as your heart goes quiet. But love isn’t a resume. It’s not something you rise into. Healing comes when you realize you don’t have to deserve love by being extraordinary and that intimacy isn’t about how you’re seen, but how you’re known. You can step down from the pedestal. You can be held, even when you’re not performing strength. You’re allowed to be loved in your becoming, not just your becoming-someone.

Venus in the 11th House

You’ve always loved from afar, through dreams, through ideals, through the ache of what could be. You fall for futures, for friendships that bloom into more, for people who make you feel like you’re part of something bigger. You want love that expands you, love that includes you, love that sees your weirdness and says stay. You long to belong, not just to one person, but to a vision. A shared dream. A chosen family. But sometimes, in your hunger for connection, you forget to ask if you're truly being held. This Venus gets caught in the crowd, adored by many, known by few. You give your heart in pieces, through encouragement, through showing up, through being everyone's favorite shoulder. But intimacy gets blurry when you're always the one making space for others. You attach to people who feel out of reach, the unavailable, the too-cool, the ever-drifting, because part of you fears what happens when someone actually wants to stay. Will they still love the real you once the dream version fades? Healing comes when you realize you don’t have to audition for closeness. You don’t have to be everything for everyone just to feel worthy of one person's full attention. Love isn’t a spotlight or a shared cause. It’s someone seeing you in your strangeness, in your specificity, and choosing you anyway.

Venus in the 12th House

You love behind a curtain, quietly, deeply, like a secret prayer. There’s something about longing that feels safer than having. Something about distance that feels like devotion. You give yourself in fragments, in dreams, in the soft spaces where no one can reach you too quickly. Maybe you were taught that love was too big, too dangerous, too consuming to hold in plain sight. Maybe you learned that to love fully was to risk disappearing. This Venus forms attachments that are almost always too complicated, too far away, too impossible to name. You love what you can’t quite touch. You fall for people who are already gone in some way, emotionally, physically, karmically. And you stay, sometimes silently, hoping that one day love will come back for you. But part of you is afraid of what happens if it does. What if being seen means being shattered? What if being chosen means there’s nothing left to wait for? Healing begins when you stop mistaking invisibility for safety. When you let love be something you inhabit, not just something you imagine. You don’t have to love in exile. You don’t have to be the background music to someone else’s story. You’re allowed to want more than fantasy. You’re allowed to be loved in the light.

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[stealingyourbones]

time to post the prompt I tormented @bloggerspam with on discord >:) Danny and Jason died at the same time and parts of their core jumped into each others cores, making them literal soulmates. They feel a burning tug deep in their chest ever since they got brought back to life, a desperate yearning, there’s some part of themselves that is missing. They feel hollow. After a bad coming out (as Phantom, not out of the closet) with his parents, Danny decides to follow that tugging sensation... all the way to Gotham City, where a certain crime lord also is yearning for something he can’t quite place. During the time Danny arrives in Gotham, the sense of yearning and hollowness strengthens in Jason. He doesn't know what's going on. His family is worried for him. Jason's new bedtime routine is gently rubbing a spot just to the right of his heart, silent tears running down his cheeks as he yearns for the touch of a person he's never met. It's confusing and frightening. All he knows is that the pain in his chest is now even stronger. The hollowness he's felt ever since he crawled his way out of his grave spreading past a sense of yearning and progressing to an agonizing longing. Jason tested himself for every type of Ivy's pollen and it came back negative. He doesn't know what's going on and he's scared. For Danny it's similar. The tug of his core is even stronger in Crime Alley. Every night he weeps holding his hands around his core feeling it softly cry for its other half. He knows they're nearby but he doesn't know how to pinpoint their location. All he can do is wait and hope that they stumble across each other. Danny decides to take action. He steals some of Vlad’s money and opens a coffee shop in the Narrows. Danny can feel the tugging so much stronger here. He hopes he can find what his core is looking for. Danny first meets this one extremely tired looking teen in a nice suit who always looks dead on his feet and asks for an ungodly amount of caffeine. Danny happily gives him the borderline toxic order. The man keeps on coming to his shop and they start to get to know each other. Unknowingly, Danny has become fast friends with a billionaire CEO. After multiple agonizing weeks, Tim brings his brother to the new shop that opened in his territory that sells incredibly good coffee for a concerningly low price... Danny is just working at his cafe on another average day when the door opens and in walks Tim and Him. A tall and built man with a white streak in his hair who's staring at Danny like he hung the stars in the sky.

The second their eyes locked,,, they felt whole. For the first time in years the yearning pain is no longer.

After meeting they realized a problem. It's genuinely agonizing being apart for more than a half an hour as their cores are finally healing from tearing themselves apart in their desperation to find their other half. This streamlines getting to know each other with the forced closeness. Tim helps Jason and takes over his patrols in Crime Alley as their cores mend. They found out that physical touch helps speed up the process greatly which meant the optimal way to speed up their cores healing was to sleep in the same bed.

During this time, both Danny and Jason's ghostly instincts are in overdrive. Danny and Jason both unknowingly are courting each other in a ghostly fashion and are unknowingly accepting the courting from each other, leading to an unintentional ghostly marriage (They aren't too freaked out about it when they figure out they're technically married according to Infinite Realms customs. It completes the mending of their cores after all.)

[beloveds-embrace]

Fae au thought

One of them storming into her chambers only for her to be in the middle of a bubble bath. Completely bare of all things fae. So utterly human, so utterly vulnerable.

yes || masterlist || trying my hand at actually writing johnny’s accent

It was Johnny.

Of course it was Johnny.

The door slammed open with the force of a man too furious to remember propriety, the wood crashing against the stone with a bang that echoed like thunder down the gilded corridor and scattering the softly glowing wisps that floated lazily in your chambers like fireflies caught in honeyed light. The very walls groaned in protest, ancient ivy carved into the pillars flinching at the fury that surged in behind him. His voice followed, sharp, brimming with a fire he rarely let show in court.

"Where the fuck were you- ?!"

Every faelight in the room flickered, dimming in tandem with his rage. Then, silence; a heavy, suffocating silence.

You turned in the tub, water sloshing gently against porcelain as your hand rose to clutch at the side. Bubbles clung lazily to your shoulders, slipping down soft skin untouched by glamour or adornment. No jewelry curved your ears to points. No talon-shaped rings or flower-laced braids. No velvet. No corset. No thorns. Bare as a whisper, as a prayer. Soaked in steam and solitude, skin flushed from heat.

Only you.

Bare, human, and blinking at him like a deer startled mid-step in a clearing.

The fury drained from him in an instant.

Johnny’s lips parted, then closed. His eyes flicked- once, only once- before they dropped to the floor, jaw tightening with restraint. The fire had not gone out, but it was merely stifled now, banked beneath something deeper and rougher.

“Dinnae mean to…” he muttered, voice cracking low, throat bobbing.

You remained quiet, shoulders curling ever so slightly inward. The room, warm and fragrant with oils and rose petals, suddenly felt too still, too quiet, even though distant flutes played, music still drifting in from the spring festival below. One of the glass windows glowed a faint blue, letting in the moon’s touch. You reached for a towel, slow and deliberate, never taking your eyes off him.

And you- so achingly human- were the only thing in the room that didn’t shimmer. It made you seem all the more delicate.

“… You could knock next time.” You said, softly, not with anger, but with a tiredness that had settled deep into your bones. The kind that no glamour could mask. The kind even Thrain’s company barely eased. The kind that had nothing to do with being fae or queen or wife, and everything to do with simply being alone for too long. With being human in a place that did not welcome it.

Johnny didn’t leave, though, even if he should have.

Instead, he stepped back once- just once- and turned his head, gaze fixed on a tapestry like it had offended him personally.

“I thought somethin’’d happened,” he said, voice low and rough, accent thick. “Ye weren’t in yer chambers, or at the table. No one had a fuckin’ clue where ye’d gone. Court’s been crawlin’ all day- bastards won’t stop askin’ for more time wi’ ye. Price is snappin’. Gaz nearly stuck a blade in some prissy noble’s gut when he asked too sweetly where’d you gone. I dinnae even know where Si’s at an’ I’m almost too afraid to ask.”

You sank back into the water, letting the warmth cradle your frame.

“I just wanted a bath,” you whispered, sinking back into the bath, water lapping gently at your collarbone. The petals shifted around you, soft and luminous. “Not a title. Not another favor asked of me. Just…” Your fingers trailed across the surface, drawing circles. “To be myself. For a little while.”

The silence stretched. But it wasn’t heavy this time, and neither was it angry. Quiet.

After a moment, you heard the sound of boots stepping away. Not leaving- just moving. Then the faint scrape of wood against stone that had been etched with centuries’ worth of wards to keep wicked things at bay.

He was sitting, less like an advisor and more a knight keeping watch outside a princess’s door. But even closer than that.

“I’ll stay,” he said gruffly, crossing his arms as though daring anyone to argue with him- even you. “Not lookin’. Just… watchin’ the door.”

A pause. Then, in a voice so quiet you’d never think he was even capable of, Johnny sighed. “… Take yer time, queenie. Dinnae let me take this away from ye.”

You had no answer for that.

But when you rose, wrapped in soft linen and smelling of dusk-flowers and magic, your bare feet kissed the glowing floor, and your eyes met his- he didn’t look away this time.

Not even once.

(You told yourself it was not hunger that colored his eyes; you doubted he’d find a human attractive.)