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chevxyn · 3 days ago

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tropes!

blue lock characters as romance stories genre.

fluff, written, romantic, alternate universes.

valentines special.

note; happy valentines day everyone, sorry that i have not been uploading; i am so busy these days :((

ROMANTIC COMEDY — Shidou, Karasu, Otoya.

Shidou, would be the all time favorite male lead if he was in a romantic comedy. you’re the opposite of him. he was loud, and you were quiet.

One of the most embarrassing thing he did was when he came up to you, and fell midway. As you went to him to ask him if he’s fine, he did those cringe pick up lines. Let me just, re-enact that scene;

It was after school, you had just finished your day to day activities, including extracurriculars. Now Shidou, (for whatever reasons) decided to wait for you.

When you went out of your extracurricular room, he suddenly ran himself to you, and before he could jump to you, he fell.

Your eyes widened as you walk towards him, crouching down to his level. And before you could ask if he’s fine, his gaze went to you, finger-guns pointing at you, he says, “Did you see that? Guess you can say, I fell for you.” and winked.

You cringed internally before chuckling, before helping Shidou to stand up, and you both walked back home.

He would also joke to you about him liking his friend that is in his football team more, but if he would really be honest. He would choose you anytime and any day, rather than him.

Karasu, his story on how he fell for you is kind of ironic. So somebody liked you, and told him about it. And he thought, Hey.. What if I matchmake? he did, but, it didn’t turn out like he thought it would be.

When he decided to ask you to become his tutor (even tho he was pretty smart), you agreed cause he said the opposite. Not knowing it was solely to just figure out what you liked and don’t. Unknown to him, with how the two of your chemistry worked. He fell for you too.

“So, you were trying to set me up with someone else?” You chuckled and his hand slithered to your shoulder, “Maybe.” he looks at you.

“You’re not a really good wingman, Tabi.” you said, and he glanced at your direction. “How did they act when they found out we were dating instead?”

“Well, safe to say, they hate me” He smirked and you just leaned into his shoulder, giving a small smile, “But atleast I now have the most amazing tutor.” As he said that you gave his back a small hit, “What was that for?”

“For making me giving my all to tutor you, just to figure out you are smart enough.” with that, he just gave out a small laugh; and he kisses the side of your hair mumbling a small ‘I love you’.

So yeah, he was suppose to matchmake you, he was the one who fell and got you. To him, you’re the most perfect person, and nothing could make you mediocre.

Otoya, he is someone that made a bet. yeah, him, and his friends made a bet on if he could try and get that quiet person on their class.

When he agreed to the bet, everytime he made a move on you, you kinda just ignored him since you knew of his reputation. But after weeks of him pressuring you to go out with him, you agreed.

And he took you to a festival, only to realize at that festival, you are that kind of someone that he would admire. And eventually, he did fell for you, without the feeling of you being bothersome.

“Is this another bet?” You were standing beside him, a year at the same spot they had their first date. You knew about the bet a week after they made it, you weren’t dumb. But you didn’t expect he would fall for you and vice versa.

But here is the two of you, coming back here, at the same night and place of where they saw the fireworks together. “I don’t do bets anymore, babe.”

You just smiled and turned your gaze towards him, “And I don’t play with someone’s feelings.” He continued, “Anymore.” you finished and he held your shoulder.

And he promised as such, to himself. That he will be committed to you, since in the years he had lived, you are the only one that made him comfortable enough.

ROMANTIC FANTASY — Sae, Ness, Kaiser

Sae, He was the Crowned Prince of the Northern Kingdom. Who was the elder brother of your soon to be betrothed, you both first met in the Garden.

The first time you saw him, the two of you didn’t think much of eachother. Although, fate played a game. And the two of you would bump into eachother constantly, from the Library to the same Garden.

Eventually you both did talk more than you would with his brother, and when his father figured it out. They re-arranged the plan. And surprisingly, the two of you didn’t mind.

“[name],” it has been a few months since the two of you got married, and the two of you are set to lead the kingdom together. he called you, and your glance went to him. “Hm?”

“Ever thought what would’ve happened if you had married my brother?” he asked, his hand searching for yours, and when they held eachother, you gave a subtle smile, “i would assume it’d be a less interesting story.”

“I’m glad I got to marry you, Sae.” you said and he smiled, before pulling you close to him. “So am I,” he was so sure he wouldn’t fall for anyone during his life. So at that time when he met you at the Garden, and so on, he knew what true love is, and that is you.

So did he fell for you on the first sight? possibly, did he plan the ‘fate’ on meeting you everytime? definitely.

Ness, You were the knight of the kingdom, While you were walking the halls of the castle, a guy, that looked around your age, was searching for something.

At first, he looked like a guy that was gonna steal something from the hall, and when you stopped him, he panicked and introduced himself.

He was the new Magician, a new entertainer for the King and Queen. He introduced himself as Alexis, a guy from the North.

You apologized for scaring him and he was okay with it, and from there, the two of you were friends. Although there was something there that you couldn’t see.

“So, you defeated a dragon?” Alexis was surprised when you mentioned it and was admired of you, not that he wasn’t. “I did, it wasn’t that hard anyways.”

“You’re so easy to be admired, [name].” A pink hue could be seen in his cheek, and you just chuckled, “Thank you. I mean, you’re an awesome magician too.”

“What— no no, I have a frien—“ You let out a small ‘shh’ sound, “I wanna hear more about you, not that guy.” His cheeks reddened and he nodded. The sunset accompanied them, as they would get to know eachother better.

Kaiser, he was a general, during the war against another, he got shot by an arrow. He thought it was over, when he felt his vision getting blurry and darkened.

He never expected that he would wake up in a forest home, where an Elf came to his aid. It was you, you were kind enough to find him and took him in.

He thought the Elves was just myth, infact he thought he had died and this was just an Angel, but it proved him wrong when you touched his face just to let him know how real you are.

He didn’t wanna leave yet, not when an Elf looking Angel came to his rescue. Infact, he seems interested in you, as you are to him.

“You’re cute, ya know that?” He said to you, and your eyes averted it’s gaze to him, “Hum?” He glanced at your pointed ears, and how you looked at him.

“Come home with me.” He said and you frowned, you know you can’t go. You’re forbidden to go there due to the warnings that the Humans would kill the Elves. “I promise I won’t let them hurt you.”

Your heart raced, and you looked down. “Promise?” And he nodded, pulling your face close to his. Before he gave your forehead a kiss.

SCI-FI ROMANCE — Nagi, Isagi, Rin

Nagi, You met him on a game, VR to be exact. Where he absolutely destroyed you in a shooting game. Cause you somewhat hated losing, you dmed him.

1v1 occurred, and the two of you didn’t stop until you won. Which you did after losing 5 consecutive times to him. But it ended up making the two of you friends.

Months went pass, and the two of you met, it didn’t take long until you get an attraction towards him, and so did he.

The two of you sat down next to each other, on a flying board, enjoying the view of the city. Flying cars was passing by, as he laid down on the board.

And he pulled you down next to him, “The stars, despite dying looks beautiful.” He said and you glanced at him, “It’s like you.”

“..Are you telling me, I’m dying?” You hit his shoulder, and he huffed, “No. that’d be bothersome to think of, I meant you’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated up, and he laid his head on your shoulder, “I’ll teach you to be better in the game, only if you agree to be mine.” He said and you chuckled, “Sure.”

Isagi, fell down a black hole, and landed on your planet. He was nothing like you ever saw, where you came from you were cyborgs.

He was lucky enough that you met him first, and how two spoke the same language, and that the Planet that he is on isn’t quite as different as Earth.

How the two of you got close is when he figured out that you played something that called “Air-Football” Which was similar to football, but which he plays Professionally.

“So, the rules are just like football.” He said and you raised your eyebrow, “Eh, I guess if that’s what it’s called in your world.”

You were amazing at it, you scored goals after goals, it made Isagi wondered, what if you played the football that he knew?

When he tried it, he was not that bad, he just struggled at the part where well, you float. Everytime he falls, you would catch him.

One time, he fell on you, and the two of you chuckled on how he couldn’t get the hang of it. Honestly, the two of your chemistry was good, he never really had this type of chemistry with someone.

Rin, was a space explorer, searching for his brother. But, while being a planet, he saw someone that was laying down on the green grass. surrounded by flying creatures.

When they woke up, they looked like something that was not from this earth that’s for sure, wings that looks like ones of fairies that he would hear from his childhood stories.

You looked at him with your eyes that was oddly enchanting, and he froze. Before asking you if you ever saw someone that was on his photograph.

“No, I have not.” you had said, as your wings fluttered, your feet off the ground. “Why? is he lost?” You asked, and he looked at you, not wanting to answer that.

But, rather than letting him go alone, you decided to accompany him cause of sympathy. And you joined him, in hope you will find his brother with him.

He refused at first, but he eventually agreed after some persuasive arguments, and to be honest, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

“And this is Earth,” he said, he showed the holographic image, and your eyes would sparkle, he gave a subtle smile at that, he thought you were cute cause you are amazed at everything that he showed about earth, he liked that about you.

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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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Hellooo!! An idea suddenly, so I was wondering if you could do it (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

It's about a singer reader, basically the reader is someone who doesn't interact enough with other artists (example: Robin) therefore he has never done a collaboration with another singer, although this doesn't seem to matter that much to the reader. While his fans also don't care that the reader doesn't have a collaboration with another singer yet.

One day a fan noticed that the reader subtly brought his wrist closer to his face, the fan commented on this fact which made the other fans notice this fact as well, at first the reader doesn't say anything. But upon returning from a tour he takes refuge with his partner (basically hugs him) and doesn't separate from him, Aventurine smells a familiar smell coming from the reader, asking him about it the reader mentions that he bought Aventurine's cologne at some point because he missed him. This is based on an alternate universe of Alien Stage from tiktok and a comic by ivantill (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

-💤🩵 anon

The Smell of You

Summary: After a successful yet exhausting tour, you return home, seeking refuge in the comforting embrace of your partner, Aventurine. During the tour, fans noticed a subtle gesture where you brought your wrist close to your face, unknowingly drawing attention. The act was a small, quiet way of holding onto the scent of Aventurine, which you had started wearing his cologne to feel closer to him while on the road. Upon returning home, your unspoken emotions come to light as Aventurine notices the familiar scent, and the two of you share a moment of connection and intimacy.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Subtle Romance, Emotional Vulnerability, Affection, Subtle Gestures, Established Relationship, Light Angst, Healing Together.

A/N: NOOOO IVANTILL!!! 😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔

The tour had taken its toll on you. Days on the road, constant performances, and the ever-present pressure of your career had left you drained. Yet, you found solace in the little things—the familiar smell of Aventurine’s cologne, the touch of his hand when you’d return home, and the warmth of his presence that you’d come to crave.

This tour had been different though. While your fans continued to support you with unwavering loyalty, a small part of you couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. You hadn’t collaborated with another artist before. Many had speculated about your reasons, but for you, it wasn’t a matter of isolation—it was more about being content in your own space. You didn’t feel the need to prove anything to anyone, and your fans seemed to appreciate that. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But today, as you stood on stage during your final concert, something caught your eye. One of your fans in the front row, a young woman, was staring intently at your wrist, a small smile on her face. You subtly brought your wrist closer to your face to adjust your sleeve, just a tiny gesture, but it didn’t go unnoticed. The fan quickly typed something into her phone and raised it high, showing a tweet to her friends. It wasn’t long before others caught on.

You could hear their whispers from the stage, murmurs spreading like wildfire among the crowd. Something had shifted. Your wrist—a simple movement, nothing extraordinary—was being noticed. It wasn’t the first time fans had speculated on your gestures, but today, it felt different.

Your heart sank a little. You had no idea why you did it. It wasn’t conscious, but it had become a small act of comfort for you. You’d taken to bringing your wrist close to your face whenever you missed him. Whenever you missed Aventurine.

You didn’t want to make it a big deal, though. The concert went on, and you performed like you always did—calm, composed, unbothered—but you couldn't escape the nagging feeling that something had shifted.

By the time you returned from the tour, exhaustion had taken hold of you, and all you wanted was to find peace. You didn’t bother with much else—just your partner, Aventurine. His presence was a balm to your worn-out soul.

As you walked into the apartment, your body felt heavy with fatigue, but as soon as you saw him, something in you lightened. You wasted no time, walking straight into his arms, seeking refuge in the safe haven he always provided. His familiar scent, rich with the earthy tones of his cologne, mixed with the comforting warmth of his embrace. You melted into him, not wanting to let go.

Aventurine didn’t say anything at first, but his sharp senses didn’t miss a beat. He gently pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze piercing yet soft.

“Did you... buy my cologne?” he asked, his voice low and almost... amused.

You froze, guilt surging through you, even though you hadn't done anything wrong. You hesitated, not wanting to admit it, but eventually, you couldn't lie to him.

“I... I missed you,” you murmured, your words barely a whisper. “I bought it when I was on tour. It reminded me of you.”

Aventurine’s smile, always enigmatic, softened at the edges, his usual facade of playful bravado dropping for just a moment. He pressed his face into your hair, inhaling deeply, his arms tightening around you.

"You know," he said after a pause, his voice softer than usual, "you never need a reason to miss me." His tone held the usual arrogance, but it was tinged with something more—something unspoken, something that had always been there, hidden beneath the surface.

You smiled against his chest, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders. There was no need for words between you two; there was only comfort in the shared silence and the soft, familiar scent that lingered in the air.

Outside, the world may have noticed your subtle gesture, but here, in this moment, there was only Aventurine and you. No fans, no questions—just the warmth of his arms and the quiet understanding that no matter what the world expected of you, you had found a way to make it your own.

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #fluff #comfort #subtle romance #emotional vulnerability #affection #subtle gestures #established relationship #light angst #healing together

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nenoname · 1 day ago

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my outline for my 999 au!

(because there’s no way i’m actually going to actually finish this rip)

tldr: it's a death game on a boat, and nothing convoluted happens whatsoever!

Basically everything I had planned with giant spoilers for the Zero Escape series below!!!

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Protag!Ford POV

Teen!Ford gets kidnapped on his way to college, wakes up on a replica of the Titanic, gradually meets the other participants, Zero introduces themself + rules of the game

Preston (doesn’t get a codename cos lame rich asshole) gets blown up to establish stakes if participants don’t abide by the rules (aka bombs in stomach allegedly)

Snakeyes is way too similar to a certain estranged twin despite being an old man…

Puzzle time!

Guess who got murdered! Almost everyone!

Repeat 1-5, with a lil variation (not all bad ends are murders, some are merely Ford getting softlocked/unable to continue any further)

And again

And again–

Ford gradually builds up subconscious memories that lead into a “true end”

Tri is the culprit of the murders to no one’s surprise

What do you mean this is 2013

What do you mean time travel is a thing

Everyone here is from different time periods

Oh god that old man really is Stanley

What do you mean quantum timeline divergence

What do you mean there’s alternative universes

What do you mean this is all to save his brother who is stuck in a similar game, ten years in Ford’s future but thirty years in the past

Ford is Zero??? Or rather his future self is

Tri is the Zero of that other game??? And he created the vlr!game to murder Stanley early before he ruins his plans?? Also the whole. Actually is a triangular demon that had been midway through tricking Zero!Ford before he suddenly switched to murdering Stan

The old Stanley in this game is a clone???? A robot clone of a Stan from another world????????? (partially why he’s way too chill about dying :(((( natural disposition when made aware that he’s a “fake” and knows he can’t go back to his world because he’s not the Stan who belongs there…), while he’s technically Zero’s accomplice, he’s working to try to contain the damage to only this dimension

This game exists to rewrite the reality of Bill's game, Tri/“Silas” hasn’t become vlr's Zero yet or even learnt of the Stan twins existence until this 999!game started (a paradox already formed and there’s no going back unless his memory is somehow erased), the answer Zero!Ford settled on to save his Stanley is a simple “have teen!Ford give mullet!Stan the answers” except he threw in “do it via a psychic connection that’s immune to the laws of space-time (aka morphogenetic field from the VNs) that they don’t have… yet!” (can’t ya like. Use phones or somethin…)

Have the chance to rewrite all of their fates from the get go at the risk of the sheer amount of unstable paradoxes collapsing literally everything, sea clone!Stan working to prevent that because despite his entire life, he knows that some form of him is happy in that world at last and will protect OG world + family at all costs

But Time Pirates CYA!Dipper was in the vlr game all along!!! (with an alt!Wendy as support) using the same trick aka the morphogenetic field connection to communicate between games with Mabel via Axolotl shenanigans!

Protag!Ford free to rescue mullet!Stan without fear of their plane of existence literally blowing up yippee!

Teen!Ford and mullet!Stan only having a moment to see each other before the connection is broken, and the exposition dump is finally over

Order of events

In origin 2012, the Stan twins beat Bill Cipher (in an offshoot of the OG verse, the CYA twins drive between time and space and meet the Axolotl)

In the Zero verse, midway through conning researcher!Ford, the Bill of this multiverse finds out that Stanley had managed to undo Weirdmageddon, doesn't know the details, but hey! Why don't we nip that problem in the bud?

Comes up with the most fucked up way, designed to crush both brothers mentally, vengeance now, wait for another sucker to build a portal in the future when all of the other Zodiac are firmly dead

In 1981 with the boat replica constructed by lingering Ciphertologist cultists, the game begins with mullet Stan and 7 random others, while researcher!Ford is stuck in isolated part of the boat as Bord takes over when he sleeps (ate so many sleeping pills)

Other participants all reach the end but at the last moment Stan gets tricked into entering a room (with the bait being his old photo of him and Ford) that reveals itself to be an incinerator

Only way to unlock the door is via an unsolvable puzzle/needs perpetual motion machine info, Bord uses this as a chance to mock Stan with the claim that Ford is behind this but Stan calls his bluff

At least 7 participants escape. maybe.

A day later, Ford wakes up in an escape room (the captain’s quarters of the boat), and after solving it, he then finds the tape recording what happened to his brother

Breakdown from guilt and grief, proceeds to come up with even more convoluted plan to save his brother, will refuse any other option and is focused on saving that specific Stan

Focuses obsessive research on space/time using some of his knowledge from partial construction of the portal, stealing from Time Cops and partially with Fiddleford's help (who has no idea of his true intentions)

Takes decades to prepare everything, resents the origin twins, but clone/duplicates instead of kidnapping OG!Stan to participate in the game cos didn’t truly want to harm him (you fool, your not-completely messed up intentions has left a Stan astray forever!!)

999!boat is a pocket dimension that's now a mess of time and space, a contradiction, simultaneous time periods at once, at risk of destroying the universe by merely existing

The timeline in the pocket dimension gets erased everytime teen!Ford “loses” and reset to the beginning where only he carries over subconscious memories (or so Zero!Ford believes)

The game is designed to force teen!Ford to interact with “Silas”, ensuring his younger self learns not to trust Bill the hard way (the entire game is basically a messed up form of self harm and endless grief)

The end goal is for teen!Ford to sync up with mullet!Stan’s mental state moments before death so he can access the morphogenetic field

But if teen!Ford does succeed then the giant paradox would mean it’s all for naught anyway!

????

Reveal that Dipper+Mabel got their own plan suckers!!! Offshoots of the origin verse twins who encountered a god (aka the choose your own adventure twins who got lost between time and space, and got enlisted by the Axolotl), possessing younger alt selves but will swap back + wake up in their original dimension without memories of these events aka original end when they met the Axolotl in the hidden page

Kids tricks Bord into thinking Mullet Stan died, got schrodinger cat-ed??? manages to stabilize multiple timelines at once (....don’t ask me the specifics), meaning in the end Zero!Ford failed as his Stan is still dead even though a new timeline was created

The end results in participants being sent home to individual timelines, time-space of this universe now looking more like a messed up amalgamation of 20 yarn balls knotted together

Clone!Stan stays with Zero!Ford + not letting him turn himself in to the Time Cops and now are on the run (he still gets occassional gifts for the Dipper+Mabel+Soos of that timeline even though they don’t know him and never will…)

Back on vlr!boat, there’s an 80s bro reunion, with the threat of Bill still lingering

Teen!Ford chooses to delay college for a bit while searching for teen!Stan, in truth hasn’t quite forgiven his Stan but doesn’t want to lose him

Clone!Stan notes:

More of a scifi-magic duplicate than a clone really

"Existential crisis + having his happy end ripped away from" time

Ends up at peace with himself, even if he and memories were fabricated, still real to him + remembers those past few years of happiness and knows that the real Stan is still out there living his life

Still fucking stressed as hell tho

Will piss Zero!Ford off by sarcastically calling him dad, is honestly freaked out that he’s only like. A few weeks old. And like. A magic robot????

His acting chops being pushed to the limits when confronted with teen Ford, a younger Mabel, a much older Soos (who’s more quieter and a bit more bitter even if it’s still his kind self) and of course Bill possessing a dead con artist’s body

Sometimes Zero!Ford asks him how he handled his grief from losing his Ford to the portal, the simple answer is that he didn’t and he’s the worst person to ask about moving on

And that's mostly it!!!

#blowing open this catbox with extreme prejudice #999 gf au #999 au #stan pines #ford pines #(this will... likely not make much sense)#(but honestly??? thats pretty true to the spirit of VNs)#from this you can instantly see what i mean by 'i wrote the beginning and end but definitely not the middle' haha #stanford pines #stanley pines

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elfgrove · 1 day ago

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These are wonderful fics. Adding a couple more of my personal favorites hopefully for OP as well as followers.

⭐️ Growing Old with You by LilliputianDuckling (mostly Teen, one Explicit) 2022 - 110,554 words - Complete

A 12 part series of fics following Connor Luthor and Tim Drake through a lifetime together from childhood best friends to married. this is one of those delightful AUs where both boys are raised as the scions of rich families and get into super hero work. Connor is raised by Lex as his son and loved and Tim is a good guy but a little more flexible due to early exposure to Lex. Most everyone has complex depth in their decisions and motivations with supervillain parents, bad parents, secret identities, and etc.

The Loveless Cat by PeridotLion45 (Teen) 2020 - 16K words - Complete

For a long time, Tim was markless, his skin free of any design or name that would show that someone, someday would love him. He gave up on finding anyone who would before he turned thirteen. Now, in his late teens, he had a name that people recognised, even revered. He had a mom in the form of his mentor. He had a mark.

I have soft spot for "Tim Drake as Catlad/Stray" and soulmate fics and this is great oneshot combo of both tropes.

Slow Down by RoosjeM (Not Rated) 2024 - 35K words- Completed

After getting hit by Scarecrow's latest toxin Tim realises that Gotham was slowly draining all his sanity. Knowing that if he stays longer he would truly lose his mind, Tim wonders if he should leave Gotham. In true Two Face fashion, Tim flipped a coin. Heads, Tim would stick around Gotham and nothing would change. Tails, Tim would leave Gotham and start over. Meanwhile the Bats are trying to figure out a way to make up to Tim after all that had happened. “Are you sure about this?” “I can’t do this anymore, Tam.” Tim admitted. “Can you at least tell me where you’re going?” “No.” “Damn Tim.” Tam cursed, “I mean, good for you, get some well deserved rest. When are you coming back?” Tim avoided Tam’s gaze. “You are coming back, right?” “There is no plan for that for now.” Tim admitted.

Tim-centric fic. Angst with a happy ending. This one's a bit rough in it's interpretation of a few of the the Bats, but it's a pretty cathartic read for having Tim stop and prioritize self care and healing before finding his way back to his loved ones and healing those relationships.

And Now I'm Covered in the Colors, Pulled Apart at the Seams by Sohotthateveryonedied (Gen) 2020 - 17K words - Complete

Alternate universe in which we gather soul strings as we fall in love, with different colors representing the different kinds of love you experience over time. Tim has loved and lost so many times over the years that, as rare as it is to find someone who actually loves him back, his strings are mangled like barbed wire. What's the point of loving if it only ends in heartache? (Or: Tim’s experience with love, a story told in snapshots.)

Another soulmate fic with a chunk of self-deprecating Tim needs hugs.

TimKon Fic Recs Part 1.

So I mentioned in a reply to @oneswordstyle that I had a ton of TimKon fic recs and I was about to spam them with a million comments in the replies, but then I figured it was probably easier to do in a post. So here it goes. It also got too long so I split it into 2 parts.

Scions by Winterlive (Explicit) 2008 - 63K words - Complete

Tim Wayne, adopted son of Gotham mogul and secret vigilante Bruce Wayne, shows every sign of being his father's true successor - by day, and by night. Tim sets his sights on a valuable Metropolis lab for merger with Wayne Biotech, and all that stands in his way is the city's own rising star: Conner Luthor.

Note: I really love when characters get to grow up. I think Tim was a really fun teen to read about, and this fic explores him as a young business man and true heir to the Wayne legacy. Kon is Luthor’s son and prodigy in this, and it makes them interesting foils.

⭐️ call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu (Teen) 2024 - 80K words - Ongoing

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy. This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

Note: Kon is fresh outta the test tube in this one, and despite the author’s facetious use of the word “sugar daddy” this is actually really sweet. Make sure to drop a comment and let the author know we’re excited for the next chapter!

Baby, Talk Me Down (Take Me Out) by sage (Teen) 2020 - 90K words - hiatus

Tim has been working too hard lately, and everyone is starting to notice. Bruce takes it upon himself to help Tim do some self-care and ships Tim off to the Kent farm for the summer, forcing him to take a well-earned vacation. Naturally, things get out of hand.

Note: This fic is on hiatus, so make sure to stop by and leave an encouraging comment, so we can get the ending this sweet story deserves. Tim finally gets a minute to breathe and really process all that’s been happening. He also gets to experience small town life but also he’s Tim so he gets himself into trouble. I find in a lot of fics, Kon always feels out of place or like he doesn’t quite belong, but he’s very settled and has really taken the time to learn who he is in this one, which I appreciated very much.

The Classic Shenanigans of Two Idiot Boys in Love by MashpotatoeQueen (Teen) 2021 - 94K words - Complete

In which the papers get hold of the fact that Timothy Drake-Wayne is dating another boy, Kon is all chill, Tim is no chill at all, the internet is flipping out, and Dick Grayson is quite possibly the greatest big brother of all time.

Note: An attempt to explore the public side of their relationship, a story told in vignettes.

⭐️ Stars Over Gotham by madaliz (Explicit) 2025 - 170K words - ongoing

Kon is tasked by the Planet to write the defining piece on Gotham City (no pressure). As he learns more about the city's first family and its criminal underbelly, he finds himself increasingly entangled with the mob and the vigilantes he's supposed to keep away from.

A story about how Kon and Tim grapple with their family legacies, fall in love, and team up to foil a conspiracy to ruin Gotham's hard earned order.

Note: Adults! Self-assured Kon! A really interesting world in which the Bats and the JL are completely separate and do not mingle. They are aware of each other but maintain strict rules. When Kon goes to Gotham in his civilian identity as a reporter his and Tim’s game of cat and mouse quickly turns into a Romeo and Juliet situation and I AM OBSESSED. There’s only 3 chapters left and I love this fic so much I’m dreading saying goodbye to it. Make sure to leave a comment to let the author know!

I’m alone here, I think by unluckyloki (Teen) 2019 - 93K words - Complete

Superboy is fighting robots in San Francisco and remembers something that wasn't. There's a new priest in the Naxos temple appointed by Dream of the Endless. Kon is missing something. Tim is missing everything. One day Krypto practically drags Superboy to a remote island in Europe and there's a dark haired guy smiling at Kon like he knows him.

Maybe he does.

Note: I’m not usually a fan of fics set in the cartoon Young Justice world, but this one is really special. The prose is exquisite, and it feels like reading an epic poem. Even though it’s kind of in the blurb it took me way too long to realize it was a Sandman crossover, but honestly you don’t really have to know anything about that. I’m also not usually a fan of ‘Tim Drake has magic AUs’ but again, I can read anything if it’s executed well, and this writer executes basically everything perfectly.

I Want it That Way (1990s Tim/Kon) by WynterSky (Series) - 140K words - Complete

On a field trip, Robin has a close encounter with the newest super in Metropolis, only to discover the hard way that Superboy secretly works for Lex Luthor. They agree to work together on a plan to free Superboy from Luthor’s hold, but Robin isn’t sure how far he can trust him—and his developing feelings only make things more complicated.

Note: Series says “not complete” but the series currently has 3 fics, which are all complete. Set int he 90s, which I think is perfect for superheroes. A lot of the mythos collapses with modern day technology. Fresh outta the test tube Kon is sort of held hostage by Lex Luthor, and young Tim realizes this and decides to save him. The 90’s setting is what MAKES this series something truly special.

buy back the secrets by sundiscus (Teen) 2024 - 90K words - Ongoing

He takes a long, slow breath. Ignores the glares from the other students. “Superboy,” he murmurs. “It’s me. If you’re listening, I could use some help.”

Or: 5 times Superboy saves Tim Drake, and one time Tim Drake saves Superboy.

Note: 1 chapter left! Don’t forget to leave a comment so we can let the author know how much we’re anticipating the last chapter. This is another love-square AU, I can’t help myself. In this one, they’re both skewed a bit younger, but they deal with the more heavy side of vigilantism.

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once (Mature) 2021 - 22K words - Complete

‘Drake?’

Tim felt like he was choking. His throat was tight. He couldn’t swallow.

‘Damian?’ He managed.

Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And-

Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t-

How had he been so stupid?

Or: Tim comes out to Damian and prepares for the entire family to know by morning. It just so happens that Damian can keep a secret. Multiple, actually.

Note: Not usually a fan of Damian/Jon but I think this fic handles it well and is more of a puppy-crush than anything. This is a coming-out fic that deals in all those tropes, and I think handles it really well. Again, I’m not usually into the more fanon interpretation of Tim as a timid, neglected, anxiety-ridden wet cat, but this fic explores some insecurities without, I feel, straying too far from his actual characterization.

⭐️ First Kontact by Chiyana

Two years after a disastrous first encounter with an alien entity called Necros, Captain Tim Drake is given his first mission back in the field. The simple six-month exploration mission babysitting a group of LexCorp researchers goes abruptly downhill upon the discovery of a missing colony ship, landing Tim directly back into the horror that took him out of the field in the first place and leading him to his second first encounter with an alien race. Usually he's all for over-achieving, but even he finds this to be a bit excessive.

At least this time one of the aliens is more interested in him alive than dead.

Note: This may be my favorite fic I’ve ever read, like ever. This is a sci-fi au, where Tim is a captain, and the Kryptonians are space refugees after the destruction of their planet. The WORLD BUILDING is exquisite. I absolutely love Bart in this world. Also, despite the new world building, the explanation for Kon’s ostracism from the House of El is fantastic. This is one of those stories that has dug into my brain. Although, please mind the tags, it can be intense.

What happens in Vegas by Ididloveyou_once (Mature) 2022 - 92K words - Complete

57 missed calls.

Bart_ahhh tagged you and one other in a post

The Gazette (4 hours ago)

Bruce Wayne’s youngest eligible bachelor is off the market: Timothy Drake-Wayne eloped in Vegas [EXCLUSIVE pictures]

63 unread messag-

Tim jolted upright. His eyes scanned over the headline again. Timothy Drake-Wayne eloped… Timothy Drake-Wayne what?

And with who?

Or: Tim and Conner accidentally get married in Vegas and decide to stay that way until they can get quietly divorced. It’s simple. Except the Bats are detectives and the press is relentless and oh, Tim is hopelessly in love with his best frie- husband?

Note: classic accidentally married first, then fall in love. Obsessed with this fic, and the author has indicated it’s supposed to be a series, so I canNOT wait to see where this AU goes. Honestly Cassie is the most relatable person in this fic, because she totally believes that these two idiots would do something so ridiculous but what she can’t believe is the audacity to get spontaneously married on her birthday.

#timkon #fanfic

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balls, I know you feanorianpost whole lots but what do you think about Thingol. he is definitely a Character and even a little bit of a Creature I daresay. he saw melian trolling in the woods and stayed there, presumably shagging her, for a whole hundred years when he should have been helping his kin.

what do you think about this guy. I really really am dying to know.

oh i am so glad someone asked me this question because i think thingol is a

💕✨ FREAK ✨💕

now i hope you are well acquainted with the Balls dictionary enough to know that FREAK is a term of endearment i only give to the most deserving of weirdos. maedhros level weirdos. now, here are some thoughts about thingol, absolutely zero of them based in any canon except the ballscanon:

the guy is hot and completely unaware of it. i do not mean hot in the “🥹 omg elrond u look like luthien 🥹” sense of beauty, mind you. he is not wholesome hot. he is freak hot. thingol wears a jockstrap under his robes and thinks its normal underwear. thingol bleaches his asshole and is hands down convinced that is a normal part of every elf’s bedtime routine. he oozes raw sensuality in a way cheese sweats when accidentally left out at room temperature = mildly worrying, but like fuck are you going to not eat it.

thingol is a devoted husband. thingol has an ass tattoo of melian’s name and gets annoyed at anyone who says that is not a normal thing to do. she has to physically stop him from making a rule that marriage in his kingdom is invalid without ass tattoos. guy almost invents marriage certificates in a race whose marriage ceremonies involve sucking and fucking and nothing more. accidental bureaucracy.

in an alternate universe where fëanor and thingol had an actual diplomatic meeting instead of whatever the fuck they ended up doing. they would have started an affair in two seconds. they would have solved all their political problems through fingering. in the words of maedhros from my fic, “ I can confidently say that the world might have been a more peaceful place had my father and uncle not turned to jewelcraft and monarchy and instead channelled their scientific curiosity and diplomatic acumen into the internal exploration of his fellow men.”

thingol has a total array of weird habits, vis a vis winston churchill — a lot of them are true, but some of them are straight up lies mostly made up by either beren or maedhros, for no reason whatsoever. the problem is that the guy was weird enough that it’s difficult to ascertain truth from lie. eg: thingol walks around naked at home constantly, from the moment he rises to the moment he sleeps (true). thingol has raw eggs blended into his breakfast smoothies (false). thingol takes the staircases on all fours (true). thingol has a tramp stamp in quenya in the same way british people on holiday get tattoos in random asian languages they don’t speak (true). he banned quenya because maglor pointed out that the tattoo didn’t say “admirer of woodlands” like he thought, it said “cock is good sandwich filler” (partially false because maglor was lying for memes and the tattoo did actually say the woodlands thing).

hope this helps 😇

#ask balls #the silmarillion #thingol

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lillaydee · 2 days ago

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The Unlucky One Part 11

Joel Miller (No Outbreak AU) / F Reader

When it comes to love, Lady Luck seems to have lost your address. After being left at the altar without so much of an explanation, you decided love is no longer something you are interested in. Not even meeting an unlucky-in-love-himself Mr. Grump could change your mind.

Right?

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WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Idiots in Love, unlucky in love, Child Abandonment, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)

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Part 10

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This was weird. This was definitely weird. There must be something wrong with you. You shouldn’t be feeling like this. This was not normal.

You sat in your kitchen with the police officers and detective, Maria, your Dad and Joel with you, as they showed you pictures of the van they had found. It looked like a squatter’s dump. They’d obviously been living in it, a makeshift mattress obviously in the pictures. Blood was everywhere. They requested you and Ellie to give samples for DNA comparison to determine the source, seeing as they couldn’t find your mother or Nell.

You didn’t react to the blood. You didn’t worry, you didn’t fear for your mother or sister’s lives. Nothing. All you could think about was the picture of a small toy chest. It was Nell’s. Well, yours, first. Your Grandma had it made for you. But when Nell came into the picture, your mother simply took it from you because Nell liked it, and unlike you, she deserved it. The pictures showed four holes drilled on the top of the chest, a small, dirty pillow inside.

You recalled the picture Ellie drew. The black rectangle with the yellow edges and four yellow circles.

She said she slept there.

In a box.

And the sleeping in the closet back when she lived in the house? That house had four bedrooms. A closet?

Ellie was a smaller girl for her age, but the thought that she was all cramped up in there, knees up her chest, day in and day out just…

You thanked them all, told them you would cooperate, and went to Ellie’s room to watch her paint with Frank and Sarah.

Never again, Ellie. Never again.

**********

You and Joel sat on the bench in the park, eyes on Sarah teaching Ellie how to play on a slide. Your dads finally left this morning, promising a weeping Ellie they would be back in two weeks, even going so far as creating a calendar for her to cross every day until she would see her Grandad and Grandpa again. She cried for a good hour after they left, so there you were at the park, trying to distract her from the fact that two of the people she had come to trust and gotten used to in the past few weeks were not gonna be around for a bit.

You were hovering, basically, even though you were yards away on a bench, flinching every time Ellie looked nervous, or God forbid, like she was about to fall. And every time you did, Joel’s hand tightened around your shoulder. He found it endearing, how protective you were of Ellie, not that he would ever tell you that. He had raised Sarah all this while, and he was still imagining terrifying things happening to her. He just got better at hiding his fears.

He remembered what it was like for him when Sarah was born. As excited as he was to hold her, he was terrified he would break her. Jen didn’t want to even look at her after the birth, and the moment Sarah was placed in his arms, she stopped crying. Joel remembered freaking out, thinking he had squished her and cut off her air supply, but the nurses assured him that she stopped crying because she knew she was safe with him.

The first time he changed her diaper, it took him five tries before he was confident the diaper would stay on and was not cutting into her tiny little waist. He didn’t dare bathe her at all that first week, terrified he was going to drop her face first into the tub. Thank God for his Mama and mother in law. They helped him, calmed him down when he was freaking out. So he was determined to help you out too. The fact that helping you out meant he got to spend more time with you was just added bonus.

“Relax, she’s doing great. You’re doing great,” he told you, drawing circles on your arm with his finger.

“I don’t know how you do it, how do you not want to wrap Sarah in bubble wrap all the time?”

“I have them, in the attic. Just in case, I’ll buy more for Ellie, you know, for when you need them,” he jested, a completely serious look on his face.

You laughed, feeling the worry dissipate just a little. He leaned in for a kiss, whispering he would be right back. Ice cream man just got here. You nodded, giving him one more chaste kiss before he got up.

You had been spending every time you could with him, stealing quick kisses here and there, your house not exactly private these days. Ellie being there changed things. He slept in his own bed since Ellie got here. You missed having him wrapped around you in the mornings, but Ellie and her needs and comfort trumped yours now. You needed to make her feel more comfortable and at home, and he was more than understanding, which you appreciated.

Things were going slow between the two of you, but it was going. You found it funny, to be honest. The man had already seen you naked. But now that you were getting to know each other better, you could not deny your feelings for him. He’s a gentle man, a gentleman, protective, calm, funny, he was everything you hoped he would be, now that you’d established he was not a sleazy cheater. And on top of that, after all the stupid drama you had exposed him to, he was still here, patiently waiting for you to be ready to fully commit to him.

And you knew you were ready, but right now, Ellie needed you more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a stiff looking Sarah, who, seconds ago, was laughing and joking with Ellie. She just stopped, her eyes focused on someone behind the slides you couldn’t see. She said something to Ellie, taking her hand in her own little ones, and began running towards you. You took out their water bottles, making them drink, both of them sweaty from their fun day, sanitizing their hands with wipes in preparation for the ice cream Joel had gone to get.

“Yoo Hoo!” a familiar chirpy voice called out, and Lucy came bounding over. “Hi Sarah!” she cooed as she got neared, reaching out an arm to the little girl to give her a hug. Sarah squirmed away, going behind you instead. “Hi Aria, who’s this?” she asked, looking at Ellie.

“This is Ellie, she’s my niece.”

“Hi Ellie, I’m Lucy. I guess I’ll be your teacher one day huh? She staying with you?”

You nodded.

She went over to Ellie to hug her. Ellie immediately retreated behind you, just as Sarah did.

“Hey, it’s okay, I just wanted to give you a hug,” Lucy coaxed, coming nearer.

“No!” Ellie’s hold on your jacket tightened. She shook her head. Sarah pulled her hand to be closer to her.

“Ellie,” Lucy said, her voice less friendly, “A hug is a good thing. Come on, one hug,” she said, going behind you to get the little girl to hug her.

You pushed Ellie farther behind you. “Lucy,” you said, gently fending her hands away from Ellie, who was now burying her face in your jacket. “She said no. Let’s not force her, huh?”

“Oh, come on. Just a hug.”

“She doesn’t know you, Lucy, I’m not going to force her to hug a stranger.”

“I’m not a stranger,” she protested, her voice losing the sweet tone it usually carried. “I’ve just introduced myself. Sarah, tell your friend you know me.”

Sarah was now fully behind you too, one little arm around Ellie, another holding on to your jacket for dear life.

“Still, she doesn’t know you,” you countered, your other hand going back to hold Sarah as well. What the fuck was wrong with this woman? Wasn’t she a pre-school teacher? Shouldn’t she know you were not supposed to force kids like this?

“What’s going on here?” Joel asked, immediately placing the box with the ice cream cups he had gotten on the bench and pulling both Sarah and Ellie to his side.

“Hey stranger,” Lucy chirped, suddenly cheery again. “Was just saying hi to Aria and the girls here. Ooh, ice cream. Which one’s your favourite flavour Joel?” she eyed the four cups he had bought, all different flavours. He didn’t know what Ellie would prefer, so he got four different ones so she could choose.

“I’ll eat whatever they don’t want,” he said, rubbing the girls arms to relax them. He sat down, lifting the girls up beside him, offering them the choice of ice cream first. Ellie didn’t move, her eyes still on Lucy.

“Well, I’m gonna get one for myself, and then I’ll come join you,” Lucy said, unaffected by Ellie’s discomfort, skipping away to the ice cream man.

You squatted in front of Ellie, telling her the four flavours that Joel had gotten, telling her she could try some of each and decide which one she wants. Instead, she asked Sarah to choose for her. After a very careful thought process which involved a long monologue of the pros and cons of each flavour, Sarah decided she and Ellie will take the chocolate and vanilla, they could share. Chocolate was her favourite, she told Ellie. The two were soon dipping their little spoons into each other’s cups, Sarah teaching Ellie to mix the two and eating them together, both giggling every now and again.

“You can have some of mine too, you know,” Joel whispered to you, “Love sharing food with you.”

You dipped your spoon into his cup, taking some of the strawberry soft serve in it, not missing how his eyes studied the way the spoon went into your mouth, watching as you licked your lips a little after. He did the same to your chocolate mint, winking at you as he did so. Ellie tried some of yours, cringing at the minty taste, telling you it tasted like toothpaste, Sarah agreeing.

Lucy came back, asking Joel if he’d like to try the dark chocolate ones she had gotten. Joel politely shook his head. She turned to Sarah next, asking her if she’d like to try some, seeing as she had a chocolate one too. Sarah shook her head, telling Joel she wanted to go home. You stood up, gathering the water bottles while Joel helped the girls up.

“Well, see you around,” you told Lucy.

You may have imagined it, but you saw a flicker in Lucy’s sweet demeanour for a split second, but by the time you blinked, the flicker was gone.

**********

The four of you went shopping for Ellie after the park. Winter was approaching and she didn’t have any clothes or shoes that would suit her needs. Now that she was eating three solid meals plus snacks daily, she was going to grow out of her clothes fast. How the heck was that possible though? She came to you a little less than a month ago.

Oh… suddenly you were seeing her going off to college…

She was still very reserved in public spaces, shying away when the salespeople talked to her. She didn’t touch anything, or even ask for anything. When stopping at the grocery store to get some provisions for the week, she stared at the rows of cans of Chef Boyardee Ravioli as if fascinated by them – she had them once, Tommy reheated some for her and Sarah when he was babysitting. But she didn’t ask, simply stared, looking shy when Joel asked if she wanted some, nodding a little.

Well, at least now you know what to buy for quick meals for her.

The four of you decided to stop at a Chinese place for an early dinner on the way back, the kids tired out from their emotional goodbyes with their grandfathers, the park and the mall. Both of them were beginning to nod off, but still had enough energy to beg for a sleepover. Please Daddy, Sarah pleaded, can I sleep over with Ellie? Daddy could stay over too, right Aya? Daddy could sleep in Granddad and Grandpa’s room. Please…

The two of you found yourself staring at two pairs of puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, complete with pleading hand clasps. To your horror, you found yourself unable to say no. Joel laughed out loud upon seeing the expression on your face, knowing perfectly well you were not used to such tactics. “You’ll get used to it,” he said, kissing you on your cheek. “Although, even I don’t know if I can be that tough with two of them ganging up on us, one is hard enough,” he said, getting up to pay.

Something in your heart stirred at his words – two of them ganging up against us. You had to busy yourself wiping the girls faces and hands with wet wipe from the mess they made while eating to not think about what he said too much.

Joel realized what his words had done to you, the flustered state you were in was not exactly subtle. But he couldn’t help himself. He wanted this. He dreamt about this. Him, his lady, his kids, spending time together, having ice cream at the park, dinner at a restaurant, shopping for clothes and groceries together, all of it. He had wanted that since he found out Jen was pregnant. He had given up on ever having this life and being with you and Ellie and Sarah just felt… normal. It felt right. He looked forward to more of this. It was difficult for him not to imagine the four of you were a real family, not that he’d ever say it out loud to you. He didn’t want to scare you away. Plus, there was the fact that Ellie might not even be staying with you permanently, a thought that he would rather push out of his head, crumple into a ball and kick all the way to the moon. He couldn’t even fathom it. The thought broke his heart. He knew it would break your heart. Sarah’s heart.

He knew Bill and Maria were working hard to ensure Ellie would stay with you, and though he was not a religious man, he found himself saying a little prayer every now and again that they would succeed. The thought of never seeing Ellie again, or that she would end up in the system like that just… he couldn’t even…

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand rubbing on his arm, Lucy smiling up at him as he waited at the cashier for the check. He pulled his arm away, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable at how touchy this woman was with him.

“Hey, twice in a day, how lucky am I?” she crooned. “I didn’t know you eat here, I love this place. Join me for dinner?” she tried.

“I’m just leaving, actually,” he said, sliding his card over to the cashier.

“Oh, can you stay a while? Keep me company? I hate eating alone. I was just going to get take out, but since you are here…”

“I’m not alone, Lucy,” he said, nodding towards the booth.

Lucy followed his line of sight, seeing you getting the girls out of the booth you were seated at, Ellie looking half asleep on her feet. She smiled sweetly at him, nodding. “Listen,” she said, “I never got your number, I was really hoping we could meet for drinks or something. Jules did try to introduce us, after all. Even your brother was all for it. I think we owe it to them to have one drink, at least?”

She was staring right up at him, her face hopeful.

“Lucy, I’m seeing someone. It wouldn’t be appropriate,” he answered, easily.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes flickering towards you, Sarah and Ellie. “I thought you guys were just neighbours,” she said, “I didn’t realize you were a couple.”

Joel gave her a smile, mumbling a quick goodbye. She watched as he took Ellie from you, lifting her up, while you took Sarah by the hand, all four of you leaving the restaurant together, Joel’s hand on the small of your back.

**********

“They’re down,” Joel said, coming down the stairs, taking a seat next to you on the couch, throwing the throw over the both of you, extending an arm for your to cuddle up to him. “Didn’t even get past page one. I’m pretty sure Sarah snored.”

“She’s definitely your daughter then,” you said, earning a pinch from him.

You had to coax both girls into changing into PJs as Joel opened up the daybed in Ellie’s room to make room for the both of them, both having fallen asleep in Joel’s truck by the time you got home. They awoke just enough to demand a story from Joel as you put in new sheets, but apparently fell asleep as soon as you left the room.

The two of you lounged on the couch, watching whatever was on TV, but not really watching. Your talks turned to the girls, how glad you both were that they found friends in each other, how much Ellie was looking forward to going to school with Sarah when everything was a bit more settled, and she got more confident being in a room with people she didn’t know.

“She’ll be fine in school, once she’s ready,” he told you when you told him your worries of her not being able to catch up with the other kids. She had never even watched TV before, let alone be taught to read. Frank and Kyle had been teaching her, so had you, but you still worried. What if she got bullied? What if the other kids made fun of her? What if…

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, hand coming up to your cheek, “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? Focus on the now, we do what we can for now, and we hope things will work out. She’ll be okay, kids bounce back faster than we think, especially if they are in a nurturing environment. And look at all the people in her life now, everyone wants to help. We’ll be okay.”

“We?”

He turned his body towards you, seemingly contemplating something, before taking a big breath, bracing himself for the possible fallout of what he was about to say. “Can I be honest? Promise you won’t chase me out?”

You laughed, nodding.

“I loved today. The four of us, spending time together. Like a family. I love Ellie, Sarah loves Ellie. I know you love Sarah. And I know I am falling in love with you. I have been, ever since Bali. All I want was more of today. More time for me and Sarah with you and Ellie. But I understand that you need more time, and I’m willing to wait. But as I’ve told you, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait forever if you need me to, but I want this, all of this, me and Sarah with you and Ellie. So yeah, we, if that’s alright with you.”

You nodded, unable to stop the tears brimming in your eyes. Why lie to yourself? Why delay the inevitable? You were definitely falling for him, if you were not already in love with him. Your eyes unconsciously glancing at his lips. He closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you. Not a peck, not a brush, not a quick, stolen smack on the lips.

He kissed you.

As in, he really kissed you.

You whimpered in his mouth, hands immediately going around his broad back as he laid you back on the couch, slotting himself between your legs, kissing you with everything he had. Fuck, you forgot what a great kisser he was. Memories of Bali came rushing back, and you couldn’t help but rut against him, eager to reminisce. His hands began to roam under your shirt, his own hips rutting against your core, making you lose all senses.

A snickering snapped the two of you out of your dalliance, and the two of you looked towards the stairs, where both Ellie and Sarah were wide awake, giggling at what they saw.

Thank God for the throw.

“Shit,” Joel whispered, “I can’t get up,” he told you, his eyes motioning towards the situation he’d got going between your legs.

“No, you can’t,” you agreed, the evidence of your activities clearly pressing against you.

So, with much difficulty, you got up and shooed the girls back into Ellie’s room, reading the book they had pretended to fall asleep to earlier until they both conked out. You checked. A lot. Yep, they’re both out.

But by the time you joined Joel in your bed, you were too self-conscious to continue, tempting as it may be. How the fuck did parents have more children? He understood, himself feeling a bit uneasy to continue, now that the girls had seen what they did. The two of you needed to talk to them tomorrow, he told you. You cringed, already dreading what was coming.

You asked him about his dating life after Jen, if Sarah was okay with him dating, and he laughed. He actually laughed at you. “She needed three people to help her go potty just to leave us alone, remember? You don’t have to worry about her approval, I don’t think. But we’ll talk to her tomorrow,” he said, kissing you. “And what dating life?” he asked, “I was married up until about a week before I left for Bali, and I don’t stray, even if the wife may have done so,” his laugh faltering, looking hurt. “She may be free, but I wasn’t. I feel stupid now, but I was still loyal to her. I was hoping she would come back, after she’d gotten everything out of her system… for Sarah. But…” he fell quiet, looking so forlorn you kissed him just to make him feel better. He quietly thanked you after.

“Tess said Tommy tried to fix you up?”

“Yeah, with Lucy, actually. I met her when Tommy and I ran into her at the grocery store, and Tommy later told me she was interested in going out for drinks with me. She was friends with his then girlfriend, so they were really encouraging me to go on a double date with them. But… I was still married, so I didn’t even consider it. The next time I saw her, it was too late.”

“What do you mean?”

“I already met this lady in Bali. Crushed hard on her. She ghosted me, but then she moved in next door.”

You giggled, kissing him one more time.

“She did offer to buy me a drink, but I don’t know, something about her… she’s too…”

“Chirpy?”

“Yeah. It’s odd isn’t it? I don’t know. Even Tommy was reluctant, that day she asked to buy me a drink. And he was very enthusiastic about us meeting the last time. And Sarah… I might be imagining things, but Sarah didn’t seem too happy to see her. She usually gets very excited when we run into the teachers from school outside, but with Lucy… I don’t know.”

You contemplated telling him about the incident at Sarah’s school and the park, but you thought better of it. It just didn’t feel right.

“She asked me out again today, at the restaurant, you know,” he continued, “But I told her I’m seeing someone. Hopefully she gets it, I don’t want to be rude.”

“Wait, you’re seeing someone?”

“Yeah, this hot neighbour of mine. I can see into her window from my room you know. I was kinda hoping she’d give me a peep show all these weeks I had to sleep alone in my bed, but so far she has never left her curtains open for me to peep,” he said, pouting.

You smacked him in the arm, and he rolled you over, laughing, kissing you again. You made out like teenagers that night, almost giving in once you realized your door had a lock, before remembering that you were not on birth control, and he didn’t have any condoms.

Instead of just going to sleep, he crawled between your legs and made you cry with his tongue and fingers, and you reciprocated in kind, leaving him a whimpering mess with your mouth. Both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, the biggest smiles on your faces. Joel was planning on sneaking downstairs before the girls woke up, but he opened the bedroom door to both girls grinning in front of your room, telling him they were hungry.

Well, at least there was no need for you to have that talk now.

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The four of you, Maria, Tommy, Tess and Anita were having lunch together when the doorbell rang. The detective was back. Anita and Tess whisked the girls away to their house, leaving you and the rest to talk.

That morning, at approximately 7.30, Nell walked into the Austin PD and turned herself in. You wanted to ask so many questions, but the detectives stopped you.

There was more.

She walked in with a bag, containing a severed human heart. She told the officers that she had killed her mother and disposed her body.

She refused to say anything more until she had spoken to you.

Only you.

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Part 12

#joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you

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Bitty Surprise - Chapter 1 - Pov Cross

Hello! What is this? This is something I normally only do on my AO3. My normal uplaod day is Sunday over there and I try to upload a chapter of a completed series every Sunday.

The thing is. This one is a short one and I figured everyone here could also appreciate the bitties. So I am cross posting.

The link to the AO3 story is Here.

Enjoy the bitty madness :)

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Summary:

With the truce in place Killer, Cross and Nightmare are free to travel around the multiverse. They never expected to come across some Bitties who proceeded to steal their souls. They hope they at least did the same in return.

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Cross can honestly say he is happy with the truce.

And no Killer that has nothing to do with the fact that they now are included in the council meetings and that Dream has been talking to him again.

Cross can admit it is nice to be able to try and repair his friendship with Dream but the eye brow wiggles from Killer has to stop.

Seriously, they are skeletons how does he even do it?

Cross just loves the fact that they can now actually go to neutral universes for their shopping without having to worry that someone is going to act weird.

Well they still act weird but now they can’t refuse service as easily or raise the prices because the Stars will be mad at them.

At the moment Killer and him are doing some grocery shopping. They had found this new neutral universe and it is perfect!

The monsters were never locked underground. They are chill about skeletons. They hadn’t even met the ‘main cast’ just yet! It is a large enough universe and world that they just, hadn’t ran into their own alternative and honestly it is a nice change of pace. Cross is getting tired of always having to explain that ‘yes technically he is Sans’ and ‘No they aren’t the same person because environment and nurture affects how a person shapes,’ and ‘It is more like having the same name and coming from two different countries.’. Cross can’t even count all the times people in universes have gotten weird about their own universe version of him after meeting any of the universe travellers.

Either way he is getting off topic.

The shops are all up to date and modern and have a large amount of styles.

Hell! Even boss had been treated neutrally here!

Instead of the fear and distrusting glares shot his way, this universe had been kept completely out of the loop! Which means they just see Nightmare as just another monster. Hell at most someone asked Nightmare if he was part slime monster.

Cross had managed to keep it together but Killer had wheezed and fallen over laughing.

Cross is also unsure how Nightmare had managed to keep a straight face before giving a charming smile and telling them that he got that a lot, but that it was just an expression of magic which caused the form. The monsters who had asked had quickly apologised for being rude. Nightmare however had just continued to smile and reassured the other that it had been alright as they hadn’t meant it as rude or negative but from a place of interest and respect.

Cross sometimes wonders if the war could have been over quicker if Nightmare had used his charms instead of the intimidation strategy but he isn’t going to finish that thought.

Either way it means that Killer and Cross have been doing most of their shopping in this universe and they tended to go to the same city, mostly because they knew the way at this point and where to get the best deals.

The truce did mean they didn’t have as much… disposable income anymore. No longer going on raids cuts back a lot in your pocket money.

It isn’t as if they have issues, Nightmare is a great boss and doesn’t let them have issues like that. It just means that now they actually have to pay for everything they want and that makes them more aware of prices again.

And honestly it is worth it as Cross can just enjoy spending time with Killer and Nightmare both without someone attacking them. It gives Cross time to really enjoy the experience and their company-

A snort and Cross looks over before biting down hard to stop himself from laughing “Killer.”

Killer grins as he leans against a doorway of a random shop, a large pink feathery boa around his neck and even bigger and brighter orange sunglasses on his skull.

“Killer? You must be mistaken! I am the fabulous Killster!! The real diva of the land!”

Cross knows he is going to lose this fight, especially with some kids nearby giggling before rushing back to their parents.

Cross rolls his eye lights as he turns away and starts walking “I am leaving you! And I am not going to get those snacks you want! Or maybe I will just get the wrong ones on accident! You are soooooo picky about them!”

“Hey! You don’t mess with the Crunchables!”

Cross snorts as Killer joins his side again, sans boa and sunglasses. Hah, sans, Cross may actually get better at this punning thing.

Cross looks around and realises he walked into another street parallel to the one holding the store they had been going to. Oh well, the long way it is. It is sunny anyway and a nice day to enjoy it.

Killer catches up and huffs “You are no fun.”

Cross answers with a deadpan voice “Of course not. They don’t train humour in the army.”

Killer snorts “Explains why XGaster was such a tool.”

Cross laughs and nods. It used to hurt, thinking about his past world. But he has made peace with his loss. He has a new home now with Nightmare and Killer and he is happy.

He knows that the Stars invited him to live with them after the truce had been made but… Cross hadn’t wanted it. He had wanted to just remain with Killer and Nightmare. Cross had found a certain peace in the silent and isolated castle. A happiness with being near Nightmare and Killer.

Cross could still remember how so many had come to him. Asking him if he had been okay, if he was sure about this decision, if he was being threatened.

Funny.

How even with a truce in place and Nightmare keeping his word to the dot people still mistrusted him.

Cross remembers how he had asked Killer about it. Why everyone still looked at them in that way. While they hadn’t with Cross. Even with Cross having been the reason half the multiverse had gotten into a war and XGaster had gotten out. Killer had snorted and looked so amused as he explained “You look like a hero. You behave like people expect a hero to be. Of course you are forgiven.”

Cross hadn’t liked it at all. Because it had been Nightmare who had even figured out that Cross hadn’t been in full control of himself. Nightmare had been the one who managed to at first lock XGaster out, then later lock XChara away and later remove them completely. Making it so that Cross was truly free to be himself again.

Yet everyone acted as if it had been the Stars. All while Ink had had a direct hand in bringing XGaster back and giving him his overwrite power back.

So Cross now just ignored most people and much preferred his own home. Where people didn’t question how he felt or thought the whole time. Where he had his new family.

Killer nudges him “Hello~ Crossy boy~ time to wake up again~” and he stares at him with those dark sockets “You good…” he glances to the side and kicks a rock “Didn’t meant to… like… trigger stuff I guess.”

Cross snorts and bumps their shoulders together “Nah, just my own mind wandering.” He looks around for a distraction when he feels himself freeze.

Oh.

My.

God.

That is.

He grabs blindly and tugs hard. Killer makes a choking sound “Cross!”

Cross just keeps tugging “Kills. Kills you need to see this. Kills. This day just became amazing.”

Killer grumbles but Cross feels him freeze under his hold “Holy shit… is that a…”

“Bitty store.”

They share a look and rush over to the store.

Only to pause by the window.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god they are so tiny!” Killer jumps in place as he has both his hands on the window as he stares at the tiny monsters.

Cross can’t actually recognise these monsters. Normally the bitty stores seem to specialise in monster types and have all kinds of bitty versions of other multiverse goers.

This seem like… just bitties. Just really tiny cute little things. Cross feels his soul melt at the sight of a tiny tiny lion like monster yawning before rolling up. A tiny shirt and pants on and all kinds of plushies around it as the bitty hugs one of them close.

Cross’s skull is turned back around and Killer stares at him with the most serious look Cross has ever seen on his face “Cross. If I don’t go in there and hold at least one bitty I will fucking die.”

Cross blinks before remembering. Bitty universes tended to not allow anyone access and least of all them. Saying it is too much of a risk to have any bitty of either the Stars or the Crescents given out. At least the Stars weren’t allowed versions of them either.

But these… these didn’t look like versions he had seen before…

Cross grins widely “You wouldn’t be able to stop me from holding one.” And he ducks under Killer’s arms and enters the shop.

A pleasant little bell rings out as Cross lets his eyes go around the store. It is chaos and overfull and should be overwhelming but it is beautiful and Cross never wants to leave.

The walls are covered with shelves and even more shelves all filled with all types of colourful items, tools, tiny house expansions. All for bitties. There is a bookshelf by the cash register that holds books all about bitty care.

But most importantly. To the other side by the window, which is cracked open to let some fresh air in. Are the bitty containers.

“Oh shit.” And Killer rushes straight there and falls to his knees to be on eye level with some of the glass containers as he coos that the miniature monsters.

Cross rushes to his side and just stares in awe.

He is unsure how long they just stare until they hear someone laugh softly behind them.

“I take you never saw a bitty before?”

Cross turns around and sees a ram monster behind him. Cross feels slightly embarrassed as he looks back at Killer, who has yet to stop staring at the bitties, before he looks back “We… we euh… We know of them of course. We just never had the chance to… see them ourselves.”

The ram laughs as they look at Killer who has actual hearts in his sockets as he stares at two tiny bitties starting to interact.

The ram looks back at him and grins “If you want you two can hold some of them.”

That shakes Killer out of his staring as he looks up in awe at the ram “We can!? But I thought… They bonded quickly and stuff?”

The ram huffs “Only when not treated right.” they look apologetic “I am sorry. I just know that a lot of people keep those poor bitties isolated. Makes them more likely to quickly bond to a new owner. But that is cruel. The little guys are happiest and healthiest if they can interact with one another and form a bond or two with fellow bitties.”

Cross nods along “I never heard that before but it makes a lot of sense.”

Killer nods “Yeah! Cats have it too! Cats bond with fellow cats! Which is why it is advised to adopt two or a bonded pair when you adopt a cat. I assume the same counts for bitties?”

The ram smiles brightly “It does! Come! I will show you some of the older bitties, they are more likely to let you hold them in peace and won’t mind it too much.” The ram leads them away from the front and to a larger container, Cross glances down and spots about sixteen bitties.

Killer gasps as he stares “They are so small.”

The ram laughs “Yeah you never get used to it.” they open the container which causes a few of the bitties to look up. The ram smiles “Hey you guys. Any of you okay with letting some new visitors hold you for a bit?”

The bitties share looks before a goat bitty rises and easily walks over to the opening and holding their arms out. The ram lowers their hand and the bitty climbs up themselves.

The ram takes the bitty out and doesn’t even close the container behind them.

Killer has his hands in a cup and the bitty is carefully transferred. Killer just stares in awe and gently pets the bitty. Cross looks nervously at the container “euh… shouldn’t you like… close that?”

The ram hums and looks over his shoulder “Oh no it is fine. Bitties, once comfortable, don’t tend to run away or explore beyond the area they see as home. I mostly keep those closed and locked to make sure customers don’t just remove bitties from their areas without permission.”

Cross nods and feels Killer nudge him with his shoulder “Cross. Cross. You gotta try this man!”

Cross looks at the ram monster and they laugh as they ask for another bitty to volunteer which another bitty answers, a dog monster bitty this time. One transfer later and Cross has an adorable tiny dog monster in his hands. Staring up at him and wagging the tiniest little tail when Cross pets him.

Eventually both bitties seem to have had enough and start to fuss, which the shop keeper sees and they quickly take the two bitties back and put them with the others. In the container one little cat like bitty runs to the goat to check them while three other dog bitties rush the returned dog bitty.

The shop keeper grins “See? Bonded pairs and groups. They are adorable when they snuggle together and sleep.” And they point to one pile of three bitties all sleeping peacefully together in the afternoon sun.

Cross can’t help but coo at the sight. Killer turns to the shopkeeper with a begging look “Can we… hold more?”

The ram laughs but nods as they keep retrieving bitties for them to hold. Cross thinks his favourite is a little cat one who had been nuzzling the tips of his phalanges, even when he got scratched by the little guy.

They spend their whole afternoon in that little shop. Talking to, holding and snuggling tiny bitties. Some are friendlier than others and Cross still isn’t sure just who his favourite is. Maybe the shy little guy that kept hiding his face. Or the sweet bitty who would hug his finger. Or the bitty that bit his phalange as soon as Cross tried to pet them. Oh Cross just can’t decide.

“Oh… my… god!”

Cross blinks away from the tiny sleeping bitty in his hands as he searches for Killer, only to see Killer disappear behind a shelf near the windows.

“Oh are you kidding me! This is the cutest ever! Hey! Sir! Can I please hold this skeleton bitty?”

Oh. My. God.

Cross very carefully returns the bitty he was holding to the right container before running towards where he saw Killer disappear. The moment he gets to Killer he saw what has the other enchanted.

Perfectly at eye level for them. Right by the window near the cracked open side. Is a container with a lone skeleton bitty inside.

The bitty is bigger than the bitties they had seen until now but that mattered very little because it was still a bitty and still not even as big than their own hands.

The little thing is munching on some pieces of fruit and seems completely uninterested in the noise they are making or the fact that Killer is pretty much plastered against the side of their cage. The little thing just munches on their fruit as they look out of the window.

Cross can’t help but notice the caved in skull and how one socket is completely black while the other socket is red with a tiny spot of black. The bitty is wearing this large, for them, jacket with a fluffy hood and some shorts.

The shopkeeper catches up to them and Cross hears them pant “Please no running in the store!”

Killer only turns a tiny bit, his own empty sockets not looking away from the bitty “Can I please hold this one? Oh they are just adorable!”

The ram monster frowns before seeing where Killer is looking and they look apologetic “Oh… euh… I am sorry but no… that little guy isn’t really for holding or anything… Not even really up for adoption for that matter.”

Cross frowns before once again noticing that the little guy is all alone… No other bitties with them. “Where is their bonded bitty?”

The ram sighs as they looks sheepish “Well, the little guy is bonded! It is just… Bitey is… bitey… and he can’t be with other bitties… Mostly because he tends to steal the food from the other bitties and stockpile it.” The ram walks over with some food and very carefully unlocks the actual little gate.

As soon as the lock unlocks the bitty turns around and the large red socket stares at the ram. Cross can see the bitty study both Cross and Killer before dismissing them and staring at the one holding the food.

The ram very slowly moves a hand closer and into the container.

The bitty glares and starts to show their fangs and a low growl starts to leave the tiny thing.

The ram speaks softly “It is okay. I know you are stressed. I am just giving you some food. I won’t take anything from you.” the ram slowly fills the food dish before the hand leaves the cage and the cage is relocked.

The bitty continues to stare at the gate for a bit before slowly rising from its spot and taking a few steps closer. He looks up to check the gate and ends up grabbing the filled dish and pulling it over with him. Back to the spot he had been sitting at. The one closest to the window.

Killer just coos loudly as he stares at the bitty. And Cross gets it. It is so fucking cute.

The ram sighs.

Cross turns to the ram and frowns “So… where is their bonded bitty? Wouldn’t the little guy feel relaxed and happy if his bonded or bondeds are near?”

The ram sighs again as they rub their face “We know! The problem is… we don’t… actually have the other bitty that he bonded with?” They wave at the open window “There is a bitty somewhere here in town… just going around in the alleyways… we don’t know who they are or how they are, they were not originally from this store to begin with!” they sigh and look sadly at the skeleton bitty “We would… like to let this little guy go to reunite with his buddy but… well… the skull, as you no doubt know better than anyone… it needs constant treatment…” they sigh sadly.

Killer frowns “Why not catch the other little guy?”

The ram chuckles “Oh we tried. We tried everything but the little guy is smart and slippery and… well… the last time we tried to catch him he made a run for it and we didn’t see him for five weeks.”

Cross feels himself freeze. Five weeks? From what he understood not being near their bonded for a few days was already rough for the bitties…

The shopkeeper sighs “This little guy was beside himself. Whining and staring out of the window. Trying to escape multiple times. Not even eating his own food and just stockpiling it all. We were so worried. When the other guy came by for a visit again we just… we decided it was for the better to just leave them an easy way to interact.” And they wave at the open window.

Killer frowns “What about cats? I thought cats hunt bitties?”

Cross feels his soul speed up with panic. There is a tiny bitty all alone outside and there are cats and what if those cats get the little guy and-

The ram holds up their hands “No! Well… yeah… But we have yet to see a cat try to get in but we have security cameras. Bitey’s friend tends to only come when there is no one in the shop at night.” they nod towards the cage where the little bitty has been sorting the food and between moving it he keeps looking up at the window, as if waiting.

Waiting for his equally tiny friend.

The ram smiles as they point back to the other bitties “Either way, this bitty isn’t for sale or adoptable. Want to look at the other bitties again? There are many more in all shapes and forms!”

Killer looks back at the tiny skeleton “Fine I guess…” he stares for a moment longer before going back to the other bitties.

They spend a while longer holding the other bitties in the store. But Cross knows his soul isn’t in it. He can’t help but keep thinking about a tiny bitty outside. All alone and having to take care of himself. About the tiny bitty who is alone in a cage, hoping for his one friend and family to come back for him, while all the other bitties dislike him. Cross is reminded of the empty space he had been, all alone. He is reminded of Killer who had been in his own dead AU for a long time. About Nightmare, who no one seemed willing to try and understand or even bother to talk to, to try and understand why he did what he had to.

Killer and him end up leaving the store in silence as they continue their track to the grocery store. They are lucky it is still open and they quickly grab the things they need. Neither of them say anything as they collect the things they need and pay.

They don’t bother to explore the streets anymore after getting the stuff they needed and Cross uses his, well it used to be XChara’s but now it is his, knife to cut a doorway for them.

They step through and Cross feels himself relax.

Home sweet home.

Hah!

Strange how before it was just a place of work but now it is his home.

Killer had called it Nightmare’s hideout once. But Cross likes to think it is more than just that now. It is their hideout, their home. A place where the multiverse can’t get to them and they can just be. A place perfectly safe with nothing that can hurt them anywhere near.

Honestly it would be the perfect place to have two tiny bitties run around, nothing would hurt them as they explore-

Cross shakes his skull and goes straight to the kitchen after entering the castle. He opens the bag and starts putting things away. Killer looks into the bags and takes out some frozen pizzas which he puts in the oven.

They are quiet as they clean up and wait for the timer to run out.

“You two are oddly quiet.”

Cross looks up as Killer grins “Sup boss!”

Nightmare rolls his eyes as he looks unimpressed “Not much of a boss anymore. Why do both of you feel disheartened? I thought you two were going to one of the universes that we had already called clean?” he frowns.

Cross feels touched by the worry as he shrugs “We did! We went to the usual place.”

Nightmare’s frown doesn’t disappear “That doesn’t explain your emotions.” he looks between the two of them.

Killer huffs as he leans on the counter with crossed arms “We were just walking through town and- Wait! Nightmare!” Killer stands upright with a large grin “They have a bitty shop in that universe!”

Nightmare blinks and looks surprised “But it is a neutral universe…”

That is when Cross remembers. Cross himself and Killer may have had the chance to see bitties once or twice from a distance… but Nightmare wouldn’t have had the chance, ever. As Nightmare at first hadn’t been able to enter positive universes and later it was just too much of a risk as he would be weaker and the Stars stronger.

Killer seems to have thought of the same conclusion as he grins widely “Mare you need to come with us next time! There were so many bitties! They were all so cute and were so well behaved but not afraid or anything and it was all clean and well taken care of!” and Killer starts explaining with wide gestures what they saw and how they held some bitties.

Cross keeps an eye on the oven and by the time Killer winds down talking the pizzas are ready for them. They all get their own and get comfortable at the table to eat their dinner.

Killer grins widely “Oh and Nightmare! They had a skeleton bitty! Not any other multiverse goer or anything! The little guy was straight up just his own person! He was cute and was just hoarding food and such a big little guy!”

Nightmare chuckles as he eats a piece “If this whole conversation is just a windup to ask if you can adopt a bitty you could have started with that.” He eats another bite.

Killer’s grin falls and he sighs “Not like it is possible… little guy isn’t up for adoption.”

Nightmare frowns “Why not?”

Killer just stares sadly at his plate and Cross speaks up “Well, bitties bond to other bitties for like stability and mental health and stuff. Well the little skeleton guy does have a bitty he is bonded to, but that bitty isn’t actually in the shop but a wild bitty.”

Nightmare stops and frowns at them “I thought bitties couldn’t live in the wild?”

Killer pouts as he lays on the table on crossed arms “They normally can’t… guess it is just a very crafty bitty.”

Cross thinks “I think there are some AUs where they can but that are the special cases. In general they can’t…” he sighs as he pushes at his pizza “We are just worried about the two little guys…”

Nightmare looks at them thoughtfully before nodding “I see. And while adopting isn’t possible you could always visit him and sponsor him.” and he eats.

Killer shoots up and stares in shock “What?”

Nightmare pauses as he looks unimpressed “You can visit the bitty still. Not to forget you may be able to make a deal with the shop that you at least adopt him in name. That way you can still spoil him but the shopkeeper will be able to make sure everything is still fine. In some places it is called sponsoring.”

Cross blinks confused “That is a thing?”

Nightmare nods “It is often done with endangered species, at least in quite a few universes. It makes the people feel more involved and attached to them. Maybe you can make a deal with the store and work something out?” and he turns back to his pizza.

Killer jumps up “Yes! We can totally do that! Oh! And tomorrow we can show you where the store is! That was you can also see the bitty!”

Nightmare chuckles “It is fine Killer.”

Killer pouts “Come on boss, it will be fun!”

Nightmare sighs as he shoots Killer a look “I thought we already agreed I am not technically your boss anymore. At most I am your landlord.”

Cross snorts “Being a landlord implies we are paying you, which we aren’t.”

Killer nods “In matter of fact you still pay us.”

Nightmare sighs but Cross can spot a small smile on the other’s face.

Cross smiles as he turns to his own food and finally eats dinner.

"… Hey."

“Bunny.”

“Who were that?”

“… Don’t know. Left quickly.”

“Okay… stay safe?”

“I am fine bunny.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#utmv #BittySurprise #nightmare sans #dust sans #killer sans #cross sans #horror sans #Bad Sans poly in the making!!#start focus on HorrorDust and Krossmare #Also yes. This does imply that HorrorTale and DustTale DON'T Exist.#Have fun you nice people and let me know what you think of it!#or think will happen :3

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Nothing really since the PC version has denuvo and I'll have to spend at least $20 more to use online on PS4. Tho I guess alternate universe where either A) SEGA is competant or B) I can afford to destroy computers this game looks like Sonic Riders + All-Stars Transformed + Carnage Racing, id est the best thing I ever heard of. Like the only thing that'd make it better is if the story mode has cutscenes on par with the first two Riders games (I don't expect this since Sonic's been making schlock since 2009) Like looks really good, just not $80 good (Well, it has DLC so it'll be even more expensive for the full game)

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The Mayor - Chapter 53

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1100

Masterlist

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I opened my eyes.

My room was bathed in soft, muted light filtering through the thin curtains. It must have been late in the morning.

I turned over.

She was there. Lucy. Lying on her side, facing away from me, she seemed to be in a deep sleep. I could hear her steady breathing. I only saw her tousled ebony hair and her shoulder, bare beneath my white sheets.

I smiled, my thoughts drifting back to the wild day I’d had yesterday.

...The deep disappointment I had felt leaving that office. Lucy’s attitude, her tone, had hurt me terribly. With tears in my eyes, I’d sought comfort in Alexia’s arms—and a few glasses of champagne, which managed to lift my spirits. I was furious with her, cursing her, swearing it was over, that this story was going nowhere.

...The profound surprise of seeing her there, at my door, past two in the morning. How fragile she suddenly seemed!

At first, I wanted to slam the door in her face, to tell her it was too much, that I was exhausted from it all.

But nothing was simple with Lucy. I knew it, I loved her. It was that need to see her, to speak to her, beyond all logic or reason.

So, I let her in.

...The sheer disbelief I felt seeing her faint. She must have barely eaten all day. And let’s not even talk about sleep!

Could our situation have affected her as much?

Lucy had shown her vulnerability—the woman who always wanted to appear strong and unshakable.

She touched me in ways I couldn’t put into words.

Were our problems resolved? No, obviously not.

But yesterday, what seemed insurmountable—her stance, the consequences of our relationship—now felt trivial.

I had missed her so much. Feeling her so close warmed and soothed me entirely.

I was no longer afraid.

I placed my hand on her shoulder, wanting to feel the softness of her skin against mine. I felt a small movement, like a shiver under my palm.

Without seeing her face, I could sense that she was smiling.

Suddenly, her voice:

"Are you trying to abuse your position, miss?"

It was my turn to smile at her comment.

"Hmmm... maybe! You see, I’m in a position of power—I’m on my own turf!"

She laughed, turning slowly to face me.

Now, she was right in front of me, just inches away, her gaze locking with my blue eyes. Stunning.

"You might start to think it’s you making me weak!"

She had that playful, sparkling look in her eyes.

"Which is only the truth! I’m irresistible, what can I say!"

I loved this game between us, teasing and circling around each other, without any real control.

"Not in that hideous colorful sweater you’re wearing! Don’t dream!"

We burst into laughter together, growing closer, our hands intertwining, seeking, tangling together.

She added:

"Although, I did notice you gave me your sexiest pajamas! You’re impossible!"

Indeed, the situation was hilarious—me in baggy sweatpants and an oversized, multicolored sweater, the ultimate outfit for a night of sulking. And her in her rather tight-fitting shorts and top.

I straddled her, looking down at her teasingly.

"So... what are you waiting for to take off that ugly sweater?"

I never broke eye contact. Slowly, wordlessly, still holding my gaze, she peeled off that first layer that stood between our two bodies.

Her hands caressed me gently, moving from my stomach up to my breasts.

I was completely on fire—mind and body.

Suddenly, she flipped us over, straddling me with a commanding look.

I ran my hands along her thighs, inching up her shorts, sneaking my fingers under them. She bit her lip with a moan of pleasure.

My hands found their way to her shirt.

"You look sexy in this top, but I think I prefer you without it."

I carefully slid it off her, taking my time. It was clear that we were both desperate for each other, yearning to rediscover sensations we had missed for months. But we also wanted to savor the moment.

Her breasts stood proud in front of me—perfect, firm, pointed in my direction. I cupped them in my hands, caressing them, teasing her hardened nipples.

The tension was unbearable, my heart racing uncontrollably.

Her lips—I could only see her lips now.

I needed to taste them again, to feel her tongue against mine.

Quickly.

I leaned in closer. She whispered in my ear, smiling:

"Weren’t we supposed to talk?"

The ultimate provocation.

"I want you so much..."

What followed was a whirlwind. Her lips met mine, and I was overcome by exquisite sensations.

There was no need to take our time anymore.

Our bodies craved each other with insatiable desire.

Soon enough, my awful sweatpants and her shorts found their way to the floor.

Our moans of pleasure, our cries, and our ragged breaths echoed between those four walls. We were like two souls parched with thirst for one another—a thirst for desire, for insatiable pleasure.

In a shared cry, our entwined bodies dripping with sweat, we climaxed together. Unable to let go of each other, we stayed locked in silence, trying to catch our breath and gather our thoughts. No words were necessary at that moment.

I drifted into a drowsy state, disturbed only by the sound of the shower running. Lucy had gotten up, and without her warmth, I felt a bit colder. A few minutes later, she returned, smiling brightly as she sat on the bed. Leaning toward me, she kissed me, caressing my cheek.

"I have to go, Ona!" she said.

I pouted. "On a Saturday morning?"

"I need to have a quick debriefing with my team about yesterday, and I'm having lunch with my sons at noon. Shall we meet this afternoon?"

"Fine. Are you coming here?"

"Yes, if that's okay with you. The twins will be at my place today, so it’ll be easier to talk here."

I smiled and flipped her onto the bed. "I love it when we 'talk'..." I teased, kissing her neck passionately.

She laughed, trying to free herself from my grip. "I'm late, Ona, hands off!" she exclaimed, kissing me one last time before leaving my apartment with a playful wink.

My heart felt light as I had breakfast that morning. My gaze wandered to the day's newspaper, which I had just fetched from my mailbox. On the front page was Lucy, standing confidently next to the minister, exuding strength, charisma, and determination. I smiled. I knew that was only one side of Lucy. She was so much more than that.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #ona batlle #barca femeni #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze

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shardminds · 6 hours ago

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why don't we just pretend

pairing: elain/azriel rating: e (for elain, i would die for you) wc: 3000ish primary tags: alternate universe - canon divergence, cunnilingus, desk sex, toxic situationship

“Are you afraid to be caught?” He asks, falling into rank behind her as if he could ever deny himself the closeness it allows, toes of his boots almost catching her heels with each step. She tugs him right, then left, away from the revelry below. They might be missed. They might not. “Aren’t you?”

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“We have to be quick.” She rushes past, all chiffon skirts and rose petal sweet, too pent up to pretend at caution as her slender fingers snatch up Azriel’s wrist. The scars never bothered her and for that he will always be grateful. This brief attempt at normalcy between library shelves and shrouded alcoves is a reprieve he only ever dreamed of. “Shield us?”

“Aren’t you?”

That hurts a little.

They had rules to their meets: No bedrooms, no balconies, quiet at whatever cost, no marks, no gifts. And yet, despite the conditions, he takes it gladly. Although some he wishes desperately she will reconsider. To see her neck bruised from the force of his teeth, her hips blessed with purple kisses from each of his fingers, her rear pink and ripe with his handprint—

Azriel had already reserved himself to the fact that this is all he will ever get from her. On her terms, on her time.

The unexpected arrival of a certain red headed envoy had not escaped his notice when she lead him away from the crowd.

It’s always in the dark. Not the darkness of night, glittering beneath a blanket of stars, reflected in the crystal sweat sheen of her skin. Oh, to see her laid out beneath the moonlight, bare to the world and most of all him, to hear her pleasure lost to the wind’s howl. His dedication to her body played in the melodies of her throat. No, even that would be too visible. Instead this, the darkness of shadow, of the between places. Of nothing.

Was it fear? Disgust? Shame?

When they cross the threshold of the far study—once reserved for guests and courtiers, now dust heavy—Elain doesn’t waste a second. Her fingers grasp the scalloped hem of her skirt, hiking it up her thighs, to her waist, as she perches on the desk. The milkwhite flesh of her thighs is so much brighter than that of her arms, her chest, the places that so frequently end up bronzed from the sun’s kisses even this far north. Surely one day he’ll tire of the sight. Of her bare, without all the finery. But not here. Not today. And yes, maybe he’s just stupid enough sometimes to think she means it all for him. Sometimes. “Hurry up.”

In public, between friends and his closest family, to even be caught glancing was a trespass not worth the punishment, not worth the interrogation, not worth Rhysand’s wrath. Or worse. His pity.

But here, here she opens for him like lily bloom, proud and unashamed, in the privacy of his shadows. She glows so bright, the wisps of dark dare not wind around her as he steps to the gap between her legs. They dare not touch her. She’s a flame too stubborn to be smothered by the dark and mother knows he tries his damnedest to pull forth that veil between, and slip them both inside. It resists, pleading, begging but he’s used to this. He’s used to the fight each time she asks, each time she slides a finger between her legs and places it in his mouth.

How do you fight shadows? With immense difficulty. For her, though? He would do it. A thousand times, he would do it.

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#elriel #elain x azriel #elriel fic #elain archeron #azriel #ficminds #it's not really 'pro' elriel but it is elriel all the same #also tagged with 'the exaccerbation of ao3 user shardmind's smoking habit'#i'm being so fr this has some BANGER lines

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a-random-pillow · 2 days ago

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Love Fool (Valentine's Day Special)

Paring: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins/Cody Rhodes/Roman Reigns

Tags: Foursome, Alternate Universe, Smut, light bondage, lingerie

Rating: E

Words: 3,461

AO3: Love Fool - A_Random_Pillow - World Wrestling Entertainment [Archive of Our Own]

"Why are we doing this exactly?"

Seth smiles, his hands steady as he carefully draws a small heart on Cody's upper cheek. Their bodies are so close Cody can feel Seth's warm breath across his face and neck. The only thing keeping them from being skin-to-skin is the fluffy pink robes Seth brought out after their shower a few hours ago.

"Because it's Valentine's Day, and our boys have been doing so good recently. They deserve a little surprise."

Cody tries to nod, but Seth holds his chin, keeping him still as he looks over his handy work.

Seth had spent the last 30 minutes doing his makeup. It was nothing crazy; it was just a subtle blush, lip gloss, a bit of eye shadow, and a small heart on his right cheek outlined in gold. The most eye-catching part of the look wasn't his face, though; it was the other hearts in the same gold across his body. The largest of the hearts is around his chest, starting at his naval before wrapping around his pecs and coming to a point in the middle of his chest; there is another heart on his outer right thigh and a few littered across his back and neck like bite marks. Cody had a good view of himself in Seth's many mirrors, and he knew this was exactly the kind of thing Dean and Roman would love.

"You know, you are my favourite canvas," Says Seth with an appreciative smile on his face as he looks Cody over.

Cody blushes, butterflies filling his stomach despite the fact that they've been together since 2015. Part of him still can't believe they got together at all.

Seth had already finished his own makeup with minimal help from Cody's unskilled hands. He has similar makeup to Cody except for the solid pink heart on his other cheek, making him a mirror image of Cody. He has small hearts dotted along his legs and thights, a smattering on his chest and a back. He is gorgeous, and Seth clearly put a lot of thought into how they would look tonight.

"I need to show you what I got us!" Says Seth, turning to the closet in the guest bedroom that they had converted into Seth's closet, leaving Cody sitting alone on the vanity.

After a moment of looking, Seth pulls out a pink heart-shaped box from the back of the closet. He all but runs it over to Cody, brown eyes shining with excitement as he says

"Well, open it!"

Cody opens it without hesitation, eyes going wide when he sees what's inside.

The first thing that catches his eyes is a pink set of lingerie, lacy bottoms that'll leave nothing to the imagination, a ribbon-tied corset that will emphasize someone's chest wonderfully and a pink leather collar with a heart-shaped metal clasp.

Beside the first set is a long ribbon made of pastel pink silk and a golden collar made of interlocking hearts resting in the nest of pink.

Other Valentine's Day goodies are sprinkled around the box.

Cody's heart pounds a little, now knowing exactly what Seth has planned for tonight... and he can't wait. Not that he ever doubted Seth.

"Wow!" He says, delicately pulling out the collars to look them over.

"I know!" Says Seth, hopping on the desk next to Cody so they can look over the gift together.

"Dean and Roman are going to lose it." Says Cody, pulling out the garments to look them over.

"I know!"

Seth is giddy with excitement, legs kicking back and forth as he picks up the gold collar.

"This one is yours, it matches the hearts all over you."

Cody smiles, turning to let Seth put the collar on him. With a snap, the cold metal is around his neck; he shivers for a moment before his body heat begins to warm the metal to a comfortable temperature.

"Aww, you look great!" Says Seth, throwing his arms around Cody in a tight hug.

Cody hugs him back, nuzzling his face in the other man's long brown hair. He still smells like the shampoo they used in the shower earlier.

"You're gonna look amazing too; you look great in everything, even nothing."

Seth coos at that, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"If I hadn't just put so much work into your face, I'd have you show me how amazing I look!"

Cody laughs, slipping a hand under the pink robe Seth is wearing to rest it on his hip.

"Please?" Asks Cody, using his trademark pout and puppy eyes.

"Can't, gotta wait for Roman and Dean," Says Seth in a put-upon tone, adjusting their positions so Cody is sitting in his lap.

"Why did they have to go to work tonight? We run that place; they should be able to stay home with us."

"I agree, but those two are very set on figuring out who McIntyre will pick as his opponent at Mania."

Cody huffs and rests his head back on Seth's shoulder.

"It's nearly eleven; they'll be finishing up soon." Says Seth in a soothing tone.

"So, who is wearing what?" Asks Cody, once again picking up the heart-shaped box.

Seth smiles, picking up the lingerie and the pink collar.

"These are for me, and the ribbon is for you."

A moment of confusion passes over him before he suddenly realizes what Seth wants to do with him. His face turns red as he glances at Seth, who watches him with a predatory smile.

"You're not being very subtle about you being the one who planned all of this."

"It's Valentine's Day, baby; it's all about indulgence."

Cody can't help but smile at that; he can't help but smile when he's around Seth or any of his husbands.

They climb off the vanity and walk towards the big bed, big enough for four professional wrestlers. Their bedroom is already decorated in pinks and reds, rose petals across the floor leading to the bed, which is covered in soft blankets and Cody and Seth's favourite pillows.

Cody lowers himself on the bed and lets Seth guide him into the position he wants; Cody is just a canvas for Seth. He feels Seth's stead hands wrap, layer and knot the ribbon across his body. Seth works in silence, completely focussed on his craft, as he lies Cody's arms behind him, each knot carefully placed to emphasize the mussel he worked so hard on building. It's therapeutic for both of them.

By the end, Cody has intercit patterns that emphasize his chest and waist on his front while his arms are tightly secured behind him with a large bow, making him look like a present.

"They are going to love this." Says Seth breathless, looking over his work.

Cody nods from where he is lying on the bed, carefully maneuvering himself into a kneeling position so he can watch Seth. His husband smiles at him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before he says

"Well, now it's my turn to get all pretty."

Seth lets the robe slip off his shoulder and down his body as he all but dances to the table where he left his lingerie. He puts on each piece slowly, making sure Cody gets a good view of every detail. Seth loves putting on a show, and Cody loves watching him.

They're both already getting a little hard. Hopefully, Roman and Dean will get home soon.

Seth and Cody had only been waiting for around ten minutes when they heard the front door open. They immediately perk up like puppies whose owners had just gotten home.

"Cody? Seth?" Yells Roman from downstairs, confusion clear in his voice as he looks for his two husbands.

"In our room!" Yells Seth, moving to sit on the bed, excitement shining in his brown eyes.

Cody twists from where he had been nearly dozing on the bed, moving to a kneeling position beside Seth, who smiles over at him.

They hear Roman and Dean's loud footsteps stomping up the stairs and the click of the door to the bedroom before Roman and Dean peek their heads in, their expressions immediately lighting up when they see them.

Their husbands are momentarily rendered speechless as they take in the scene before them.

"Happy Valentines!" Cody and Seth say in unison.

"Oh," Says Roman, completely breathless, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

Dean and Roman step into the room, taking a few more moments to look their husbands up and down but not saying another word.

"I think we broke them." Says Seth with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Yeah." Replies Cody, matching Seth's smile with ease.

"Guess it's just gonna be you and me tonight, Cody," Seth smirks, leaning over to kiss Cody passionately. Cody returns it fervently, his arms straining against his ties, aching to touch Seth.

"Roman?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"We are the luckiest motherfuckers alive."

All of them laugh, which seems to break Dean and Roman from their trances. The two of them walk over and smile warmly at their husbands as they climb onto the bed with them.

Seth immediately lays himself across Dean's lap, giving him a charming smile as he asks.

"Like what you see?"

Dean runs his fingers through Seth's hair, taking in every little detail of his face as he says

"I love it."

Roman had pulled Cody into his lap so the other man's legs were wrapped around his waist. Roman puts one hand on his back and another on his chin so he can look at every detail of his face. Cody's balance was off because of how his arms were bound, so he was depending on Roman for balence.

"Look at you," Breaths Roman, a nearly worshipful reverance in his voice.

Roman and Dean's hands roam the bodies of their counterparts, admiring all the little details and work that went into their appearance before they inevitably rip them apart.

"You two have kept us waiting for hours!" Complains Seth loudly, face red as Dean sucks at his collarbone. Seth's hands clutch at the back of Dean's black sweater, desperation becoming clear even though Dean and Roman haven't even taken their clothes off yet.

"Think we enjoyed being apart from you, Sweet Things? I don't understand why you stayed home tonight of all nights."

Cody huffs from where Roman had pressed him into the pillows, the samoan man only now giving him enough room to breathe after what felt like hours of him plundering Cody's mouth.

"Cause we didn't want to deal with how insufferable everyone would be, John and Randy would be making sad lover bird eyes at eachother, Kevin would be more explosive than ever and don't get me started on Drew and Punk!" Says Cody, annoance is clear for anyone to see.

Roman presses soothing kisses to Cody's neck as the other man frowns at Dean.

"You two should have stayed home with us!"

"But then we won't have been able to come home to such a lovely surprise." Retorts Roman in a soft tone.

Cody huffs, turning back to Roman and nuzzling his face into the other man's shoulder, clearly asking for comfort, which Roman is more than happy to provide.

"sorry baby, but you know us champs gotta do what we gotta do."

Cody pulls away at that fixing, Roman with an intense glare as he says

"Don't you dare say that to me. Me and Seth do not train, pay off, and blackmail people just for you to pull the 'champs gotta do what you gotta do card' I have apprentices for a reason."

"Not for the inevitable betrayal and attempted overthrow?" Chirps Seth

"We all know you and I have backup plans on back on plans for each of my kids, plus an attempted overthrow is the only way I could truly see their ability."

Seth giggles at that, pulling Dean over to Cody and Roman so he can lay himself next to Cody. His brown hair fans out like a halo as he smiles at Cody, who returns it easyily.

"You know, I think they like eachother more than they like either of us." Observers Dean impassively.

"It's probably because they don't cause so many problems for each other." Replies Roman, watching Cody and Seth with clear admiration.

"point," Agrees Dean, finally beginning to remove his clothes.

Roman swiftly follows suit, and both Seth and Cody go silent to admire the view. Seth bites his lip, his smile turning sharp as he watches Dean and Roman get undressed. Cody's eyes darken, drinking in every scarred and muscled line of his husbands.

"We're so lucky," Whispers Seth in Cody's ear, who nods excitedly. Cody nods back at him, smiling brightly as he says, "I know".

Roman and Dean's clothes are thrown off the bed into onto piles on the ground as they move to climb atop their husbands. The soft affection they had earlier replaced with a growing hunger to get their hands on Cody and Seth.

Roman reaches out, grabbing Cody and Seth's pecs, groping their muscled chests with his strong hands. Cody huffs, face turning a little redder as he squirms slightly. Seth smiles up at Roman, his breaths becoming uneven as he throws his head back.

"Give me some," Gripes Dean, shoving Roman a little so he grabs ahold of Cody and Seth's faces.

"You two hungry?" Asks Dean as he holds their chins, his thumbs caressing their soft, glossy lips.

"Of course," Says Seth before opening his mouth to take Dean's tumb in.

Cody's tongue slips past his pink lips, licking Dean's finger before sucking it into his mouth.

Roman huffs from behind Dean, cutting his eyes at him annoyedly before reaching to pull at Dean's short reddish-brown hair.

Dean makes a surprised yelp as he is pulled off Seth and Cody and into Roman's strong chest. Dean turns, blue eyes burning with a mix of annoyance and arousal as he says

"Just because you like people pulling your hair out doesn't mean I do."

"Sorry, but we gotta share; this isn't getting us anywhere." Replies Roman, throwing his arms around Dean's shoulder with an apologetic smile.

Dean huffs, mulling it over in his head; he loves Cody, Roman and Seth equally, as much as human can love another and then some... but he knows Roman has a weakness for gold and Dean would very much like to undress Seth...

"I'll take Seth."

Roman has a pleased smile on his face as he gives Dean a quick peck on the cheek.

"Took you long enough," pouts Seth, his hands tussled in his hair and face redder than before, his lingerie doing nothing to hide how aroused he is.

Cody is worse off than Seth; not only does a deep blush cover his face, but his eyes are starting to turn red, a clear sign of his battle with tears. His cock is on full display, and beinging to drip precum as it stands between his spread legs.

Both Roman and Dean feel any self-control they had to vanish, the need to get inside their husbands filling every crevice of their minds.

Dean moves to Seth, beginning to slowly stroke his cock as he asks

"Do you need prep?"

Seth laughs a little, eyes shining as he says

"Probably, but I would rather you just fuck me already."

Dean chuckles and reaches up to grab the collar around Seth's neck to drag him into a heated kiss.

Roman smiles down at Cody, who just pouts up at him.

"Already losing your brain, baby?"

Cody's pout turns into a full-on frown as he stammers out.

"N-no!"

Roman's smile never wavers as he says

"Yeah, sure."

Before Cody can even attempt a retort, Roman has a strong hand gripping his thight and a finger in his ass. Cody gasps, back arching as a mix of pain and pleasure fills him.

Seth pulls away from Dean, resting his hands on Dean's chest as he says

"Roman better not get his dick in Cody before you put your dick in me."

Dean scoffs, giving Seth a look that tells him he asked for this before the short-haired man flips Seth so he's lying on his front. His hands only paused for a moment before ripping the bottoms off Seth. Dean gives his thick cock a few strokes with lube before thrusting into Seth without warning.

Seth groans at that, moving to his hands and knees so he can meet each of Dean's thrusts. His long brown hair falls around his face, hiding his expression from Dean as he slowly begins moving his hips.

The sound of Dean's groans and Seth's moans fill the air of their bedroom like a song. Cody can't help but look over, and his heart skips a beat as he sees their expressions. Cody tries to find the words to tell Roman how bad he needs him and how hard he is, but his words are stuck in his throat and his mind is made into mush as Roman's fingers scissor him open.

"P-please!" He begs

Cody wants so badly to lace his fingers in Roman's hair, to pull him close and to run his hands all over him. Why did he let Seth tie him up?

Roman smiles at him, eyes flicking over to Dean and Seth for a moment before his gaze returns to Cody. He doesn't say anything, just removes his fingers from Cody before grabbing the lube, applying a generous amount to his cock before throwing Cody's legs over his shoulders. He slowly pushes himself into Cody, nearly folding the bleach blond in half as he hilts himself.

"So tight," Dean and Roman groan in unison as they pull out and push into their husbands.

Seth can't help but look over to Cody, his arms bound and desperation clear in his blue eyes. Seth's thoughts are abruptly turned off as Dean hits his prostate partially hard, burying any thoughts he might have been having. Seth feels Dean rock his body, the core around his center making it wonderfully hard to breathe.

Sweat beats down Dean's body, darkening his hair and making his skin glisten. He looks like a god, which is all Roman can think of for a moment before he feels Cody's walls squeezing around him. He looks back down, all the marks Seth drew on Cody, only him more beautiful. His blue eyes peerce into his soul, making him feel weak as they beg him. His world narrows to Cody, only focusing on hearing his sounds and making his eyes shine.

It doesn't take long for the four of them to find the edge; with all the noise and sensation, it's hard to keep it away.

Seth, who orchestrated this night to his own desires, is the first to come, watching Cody struggle against his binds, Roman's groans filling his ears and Dean's cock hammering into him. He feels as if he is in heaven.

Dean feels Seth's mussels spasm around him, watches as he arches off the bed and hears the chorus of pleasure from his two other lovers from next to him. Right here, he has everything right here and now. He reaches forward and grabs the collar around Seth's neck, choking the long-haired man as he pulls him as far back onto his cock as possible. He comes with a groan, falling atop Seth as they catch their breaths.

Roman glances over, focus momentarily drawn away from Cody as he hears Seth and Dean come. He watches them fall boneless to the mattress, blissed-out expressions on their faces as they inhale lung fulls of air. What pushes him over the edge is Seth and Dean opening their bright eyes to look at him, love and admiration clear as soft smiles cross their faces. He grabs Cody's cock, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. When he feels Cody's walls begin to clench around him, he knows he's there, and in unison, they come. Both of them joined Seth and Dean's bodies.

They lay there for a moment before Dean speaks.

"I love you guys, but I need to go to bed."

They all chuckle at that, turning to smile at eachother. Just like that, they slip into their familiar routine(After Seth unties Cody); they work together to quickly undo the bed, which Cody and Dean take to the washing machine. Seth starts the shower, and Roman remakes the bed. Soon enough, the four of them are clean, and curled up together under the covers.

"Thank you two, you made this an amazing Valentine's Day."

"Maybe thank us with a homemade breakfast tomorrow?"

#wwe #cody rhodes #roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #wwe fanfiction #a random pillow #fanfic #fics

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qpmuseluvr · 7 months ago

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being aroace in a qpr with a bi person is so funny like They Should make a Show About This

#or an aroace in a qpr with any multisexual person in general #yes this is an all or nothing reference #ik the All character is pan but still close bi and pan r like siblings #also we honestly don't fit fully into the characters cos me (aroace) am lonely as fuck while he (bi) has an actual social life #but we still fit into the title kinda thing yk #like an alternate universe all or nothing #queerplatonic #aroace #qpr #qpp #qpr concepts #qpr positivity #also we aren't roommates currently but we could be IN A FEW YEARS... ^_^#aromantic #asexual #long distance qpr #queer

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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 6 months ago

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Part 2/2

By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.

In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.

So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.

When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.

He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.

The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.

The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.

It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.

And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.

However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.

Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:

Children.

Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.

Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.

They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.

It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.

When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:

Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.

Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.

"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.

Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.

He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.

Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.

He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.

Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.

He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.

He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.

"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.

He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.

All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?

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