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selfishdoll · 10 months

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࣪ ִֶ　𝜗𝜚　‧ MANI’S GRIMM RETELLINGS !

ㅤ 𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤ through an era of frog princes & poisoned apples, witness the many stories starring reader and jjk men that take twists that range between innocent and quite deadly. each retelling is based off the grimm brother’s fairy tales (except greymist fair which is based off of francesca zappia) & will share elements.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. these fics are in celebration of 1k followers! thank you very much for the support & while it it a little overwhelming i’m extremely happy you all enjoy my works and much more. i’ve been wanting to do this for a while & decided now was the perfect time. with that being said if there is a character & fairy tale you’d like to request— please let me know! i would love to write for you.

WARNINGS BEFORE ENTERING THE FAIRY TAIL(s). while i am not one that typically writes dark content, i believe only one will have it (it’ll be obvious who). & when i say dark content i do not mean incest or stepest or rape. i mean killing, gaslighting, etc. such warnings will be properly tagged both here and on the actual fic. thank you. and these fics will have smut so please be wary.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ GREYMIST FAIR ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: RYOMEN SUKUNA

greymist fair was a simple village, known for the dangerous woods seated at the edge of the town. no one dared to enter in fear of what resided in them. yet the ever-curious and humble tailor known as [name] didn’t know the meaning of fear. she always teetered on the line of the forest, struggling not to enter. the older villagers would dissuade her, even shouting at her at times when she got far too close.

she was so tempted.. so.. desperate to see what was inside the forest. something was holding her back.

well that something dissipated the moment a body was found infront of the tree-line, causing the ever so curious, ever so nosy [name] to enter.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ BLUEBEARD ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: KENJAKU

being married off to the widowed kenjaku was supposed to be simple. he was a caring man, sweet and attentive to your needs— always listening, always there for you. you believed all was perfect, you were settled for life; surely.

things, however, take a dark turn when you noticed a foul odor from the basement within your lovely home. you ask kenjaku about it countlessly times yet he assures you it is nothing.

and well, your adoring, loving husband had no reason to lie— right?

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ ROBIN HOOD ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: NANAMI KENTO

constantly chasing a person was exhausting, wasn’t it? being right on their heels only to fail to capture them for the millionth time. that’s how nanami kento felt when it came to you, his town’s own little robin hood. he knew your identity, your cause, everything and yet— he never succeeded in capturing you. the frustration was clear with each step he took, with each visit to the tavern nestled in the corner of the town.

today was like any other, nanami failing to stop the weekly heist you conducted. he was tired, annoyed, and ready to drown his concerns in alcohol.

until he sees you, in his favorite spot.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ RAPUNZEL ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: TAKUMA INO

a sheltered young woman by the name of [name] resided inside a tower, kept in a hidden place within the vast forest. for years she longed for a visit besides her mother that only ever returned to brush and braid the beautiful locks that protruded from her head. she would spend days at the window, singing pleasantly in hopes of something, someone to hear. & her prayers are answered, one day.

✦ᣞ ⊹ ݁ CINDERELLA ✶ ˖ ࣪

STARRING: GOJO SATORU

your life was hell the moment your father was buried. you went from a loving family to a grueling partnership; forced to work to the bone to appease your step-mother and step-sisters. you hated it, hated them, and hated the life you were destined for. you wished for a night away from it all, to be a normal girl for once. of course, you would never get such a thing.

you weren’t even invited to the ball.

however, all hope isn’t as lost as you think the moment a woman sprouting wings appears infront of you and declares she will make sure you make it to that ball.

MORE CHARACTERS TO BE ADDED

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firekitten830 · 9 months

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thinking about gio .... tell us more about him he's literally silly + i like him so much

YOUVE ACTUVATED . MY AUTISM

Makes a bulleted list

-full name Giovanni Morningstar, both of them chosen rather than given. Ooc I chose Giovanni because he is actually vaguely based on my pc from a different ttrpg, and that characters middle name is Giovanni. And Morningstar is a reference to The Devil. like from the bible dksgsjhd

-his divine blood specifically comes from Sharess, goddess of hedonism and indulgence that vanished when dnd 5e came out during the second sundering . So it is no surprise he is motivated almost entirely by hedonism

-he does not know this.

-he’s definitely not her only descendant but he’s her only descendant that inherited any of her magic

-he was not always a tiefling

-he didn’t always have access to his divine magic

-the previous two points were sparked by the same event

-he was born in waterdeep! Not baldurian but gets around enough to know some things

-wanted magic desperately but had absolutely 0 talent for it before his divine magic awakened so he learned the next best thing: stealing shit. Man has been conning and pickpocketing and just generally getting up to thievery and tomfoolery since he was like. 8 (charlatan background)

-folk hero background could fit him pretty well too! Before he got Tadpoled he sorta wandered from place to place helping common folks and robbing rich people blind. Sort of a Robin Hood type guy but he did also keep a good bit of money lol

-he’s a trans man :] no surgeries and he doesn’t want them, though he does take wizard testosterone or whatever it would be in dnd. Probably a potion or something

-queer and poly!! I imagine he has a couple lovers across the sword coast, some he’s going steady with and others he’s sort of off and on with. He’s so lucky he lives in a world where teleportation exists and is not that hard all things considered im so jealous fr (I’ve also decided that his dream guardian looks suspiciously like one of his boyfriends). Worm nerfing his magic has unfortunately made keeping in touch a bit harder but he’s been managing

-his blood is a pretty potent magical power source and several people have tried to abduct him to use him as a conduit for spells or rituals because of this. I imagine after That Scene™️ with Astarion he was like ��oh shit I should’ve warned him about that. Oh well he seems fine” . In the moment he was too focused on there being a hot vampire straddling him

-his tattoos are tied to his magic and glow when he casts spells. You can tell which way he’s about to fucking get you because he’s conveniently color-coded

-may or may not be on the brink of turning into a mind flayer but I’m sure that’s like. Fine.

WAIT I just remember I made a dnd character sheet for him before I ever got bg3 and I wrote a whole background thing as well as a value/ flaw for him . I’ll put those under a read more tho this is already kinda long

this part is written ooc!!

“Sharp, charismatic, and hedonistic to a fault. He has a silver tongue and a knack for deception, able to lie his way into and out of nearly any situation. He’s been driven out of many towns for his infernal heritage, alongside the myriad cons and schemes he often pulls on the wealthy, though he’s welcomed into just as many as a minor celebrity, and in some cases, a hero. This suits him just fine, though; he’s always been one to dance from place to place anyway. He enjoys finery of all kinds, and is happy to trade fine food, drink, clothing and accessories for coin… though he much prefers to offer favors as payment. He does have many talents after all; a quick-fingered thief, an excellent negotiator, a ruthless conman, a somewhat formidable sorcerer, a gifted storyteller, and if it suits your fancy, an escort (though he does charge extra for events)… as well as some other things, of course~”

“It is fairly difficult to draw his ire;he’s more than willing to forgive and forget most wrongs against him. But it would be wise not to test his limits too much; his normally capricious manner becomes cold and relentless when he feels punishment is owed. People who hurt those he cares about often walk away with gruesome scars… if they walk away at all.”

And then I have a ummm ideals and flaw section written in character cause these are on his character sheet

Ideals: “The safety and happiness of those close to me matters far more than any laws, or the ‘greater good’”

Flaws: “I’ve been called self-serving on many occasions, and I’m always weak to a bit of liquor and a pretty face”

I am sure I will think of more things to say about him I inevitably always do but I’m a little sleepy so I’m ending this post now!!

#necro-hamster #giovanni morningstar #bg3 #bg3 tav #my ocs #combat answers #asks

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luukka · 13 days

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It hurt asf but since Tumblr decided to erased it I'll do it again, here's a stupid list of couple and ships from movies and series in which I can see Jim and Ivy and/or inspired myself without realizing in a not specific order :

Lady Marian and Robin Hood - Robin Hood

Ah yes a lady and her pure-hearted hooligan as we love it. No but seriously, their sweet childhood love that never failed through the years is so adorable. She's gentle and courageous, he's adventurous and loyal, what a combination ! Really, they inspired Jivy's relation a lot ❤

Finn and Flame Princess - Adventure Time

Ok hear me out. I've seen only four seasons but I love them. My cuties. That's it. That's all. Also this gif makes me understand that they stayed together for a long time and that makes me happy 😘

Nausicaa and Asbel - Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

Now I know they are not a couple but their interaction is aaaaaah I love it ! The respect and trust they grow toward each other makes my heart beat fast ❤ and that's exactly what I want for Ivy and Jim !

Pazu and Sheeta - Castle in the Sky

The ship I'll never have because they are too young and I respect that (Miyazaki never fails us) No one talks enough about them. Like really, they are. So. Adorable. At no moment did they break each other's trust and were even ready to die together. AT. TWELVE. YEARS OLD. There is no way I couldn't inspire myself from them 🙄💖

Rox (Tod) and Vixie - The Hound and the Fox

Picture ref is pinterest as you could guess but I haven't the exact source

ok so you can't see them much in the movie but I don't know their cuteness is a marshmallow to me. Also I love how Vixie has fun with Rox's flirt, I think Ivy would play with Jim too lol

Marshall and Lily - How I Met Your Mother

There's no way I couldn't inspire myself from Marshmallow and Lilypad. Love at first sight + soulmate trope ? YAS BITCH 💅🏿 I thougt of Chandler and Monica but they're not quite as close to Jivy as Marshall and Lily

Tarzan and Jane Porter - Tarzan

The sweet awkward and passionate woman and the curious unfeared man. The "he fell first she fell harder". Their dynamic is pretty much what I imagine how Jim and Ivy relationship starter was (maybe reversed tho because she fell in love first ?) they are so cute ❤

Odysseus and Pénélope - The Odyssey

Now I don't have an image but here is a Wolfythewitch art that I found very pretty !

20 YEARS. TEN TIMES TWO WINTERS APART. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT IS. I'M TWENTY TWO, IT'S LONG AS FUCK. And they were still in love. They still wait for each other. They never fell out of love. I'm gonna cry... (every time I listen to Epic I just can't help but imagine Jim sings his lungs out lol also Kate is Circe, Amelia is Athena, Zeus is one of Ivy father I see EVERYTHING)

Phœbe and Mike - Friends

I love how Mike just loves his wife weirdness and the idea of Jim having a link with Paul Rudd (they don't age lmaooo) plus I noticed that both ship has kinda the same background but Phœbe and Jim have a similar path and Ivy and Mike have also a similar path xDD

Stiles and Lydia - Teen Wolf

I could not (again) not put them here. I had the idea of Ivy when I could still watch it on netflix FR 🥲 two smartasses with one trying to hide it and the other being stupid about it clearly helped hahaha

#deblocked 👌🏾#artists on tumblr #shipping #ship art #ship tropes #ship thoughts #inspiration #treasure planet oc #ivy mckeith #jim and ivy

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theteasetwrites · 3 years

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 24: The Killing Moon

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 4 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: sexual assault/attempted rape, scary situation, mild swearing, violence, typical TWD ❧ Word Count: 4.7k

❧ In This Chapter: You find yourself conflicted with the presence of Jerome as he continues to bother you. Daryl takes matters into his own hands when Jerome's obsession with you becomes too much to handle. With tensions running high, you come face to face with the worst thing imaginable.

❧ A/N: All right, this chapter comes with a huge trigger warning. Our dear Reader goes through some terrible stuff, and it can be hard to read, so brace yourself. Don't worry, though; Reader is okay by the end but there's a series of events that definitely affects her. (Also, the title is in reference to a famous Echo & the Bunnymen song that I thought kind of fit the theme.)

“So, presently, when the knight came riding slowly along,” you recited in your best narrator voice for the group of children sitting cross-legged in front of you, their sparkling eyes looking up at you with imagination running wild as you read to them, “jolly Robin stepped forward and laid his hand upon the bridle reign. ‘Hold, sir Knight,’ quoth he, ‘I prythee tarry for a short time, for I have a few words to say to thee.’” You lowered your voice a bit for Robin Hood’s voice, which the children always found amusing. “‘What are thou, friend, who doth stop a traveler in this manner upon his most gracious Majesty’s highway?’ said the Knight. ‘Marry,’ quoth Robin, ‘that is a question hard to answer. One man calleth me kind, another calleth me cruel; this one calleth me good honest fellow, and that one, vile thief. Truly, the world hath as many eyes to look upon a man as there are spots on a toad; so, with what pair of eyes thou regardest me lieth entirely with thine own self. My name is Robin Hood.’”

You paused for a moment, looking down at your watch and realizing story time went by faster than you’d expected. You placed the bookmark and then closed the book, to which you heard a slew of jeers from the crowd.

“Hey,” you said, “we’ll pick it up again tomorrow!”

“But I wanna know what happens to Robin,” said Mica.

“Robin saves the day like he always does. Now go do your chores.” You watched as the children poured out of the library to meet with Carol, who was scheduled to take the kids back to the kitchen and have them help prepare dinner.

“You all start heading there,” she said to them. “I’ve got to talk to Mrs. Dixon.” She smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes as you cleaned up after the kids. They’d had craft hour before story time, and it always left quite a mess. “Ha, ha, very funny.”

Carol bent over to help you clean up, gathering dirty brushes and piling them up in their bucket for washing later. “No wonder they’re all calling Daryl Robin Hood,” she said.

You laughed. “Yeah, they’re painting him, too.” You held up a crude painting of a green stick figure holding a crossbow and wearing a pointy hat with a motorcycle in the background, some kind of charming amalgamation of Daryl and Robin.

Carol took the painting from you and smiled. “That’s adorable. Have you shown it to him?”

“Not yet,” you said. “Luke painted it and he said he wants it hung up on the wall so I’ll probably do that. I’m sure Daryl will see it.”

She handed the painting back to you and you set it down carefully on your desk. “I really love these kids,” you said. “They’re surprisingly well-adjusted given the things they’ve gone through. I don’t know if I could have handled it so well.”

“They love you, too. Especially Patrick.”

You looked up at her and laughed. “Oh God, don’t remind me. He goes to every story time, and he’s always the oldest one.”

She laughed at the thought of the fourteen year old listening to you read children’s books to him. Then, she fell serious. “Listen,” she said, “I came in here because Jerome keeps asking about you, wondering where you are and what you’re doing.”

You frowned. “I know.”

It had been a week since Rick brought Jerome to the prison, and he was turning out to be more trouble than he was worth. Sure, he was a doctor and that was very helpful in the world you lived in, but he seemed to have some kind of obsession with you.

Rick had fulfilled his promise of making sure the two of you weren’t paired up for anything, but he always found a way to be near you when you weren’t in your cell. He was even seen once in your cell block, but Daryl stopped that pretty much as soon as it started, shoving him up against a wall and yelling in his face with the threat of shoving an arrow down his throat. Needless to say, he got the picture.

But that didn’t stop him from following you at a distance or asking around to find out where you were so he could keep an eye on you for when you would be alone. It worried you, and Daryl had to start hanging around you constantly as the only way to deter him from coming up to you, and then there was Rick always asking if you wanted him to kick him out. It was simply too much male attention.

You really did want Jerome gone, but you also thought it was just a phase, that he’d get over it and leave you alone. Maybe it was just you trying to avoid the guilt of sending him out into the world alone with no chance of survival, and maybe that guilt was residual from your less than healthy relationship with him, but it still seemed wrong.

He hadn’t really done anything other than follow you and creep you out a little, so you were sure you could handle it.

“I don’t like him, (Y/N),” she said. “He’s obsessed with you. I think you should take up Rick’s offer and kick him out.”

You sighed. “I don’t know, I don’t think it would be right.”

“If you don’t have Rick kick him out, Daryl will kill him,” she told you matter-of-factly. “Either way, he’ll die.”

You rubbed your forehead with your hand. “I don’t know, Carol. He’s a doctor, we need as many of those we can get. If he gets kicked out because of me, I’ll feel like it’s my fault.”

“No,” she said, “it would be his own fault for stalking you.”

You scoffed. “Stalking me?”

She nodded. “I’m just calling it what it is. But it’s your decision, not mine. Just… keep your knife on you.”

You had been keeping it on you. You always did. You found yourself reaching for it a lot more often since Jerome arrived, though.

That evening at dinner, Jerome’s eyes were particularly focused on you. He never sat at the same table as you and Daryl, but he was always somewhere not too far away, watching you. Tonight, his look was even more intense.

You were sitting with Daryl, Rick, Carl, and an older couple from Woodbury in the outdoor dining area where Carol was cooking up some sort of stew.

“God, this is good,” Rick said, nodding his head as he looked down at his bowl before taking another spoonful.

“Carol won’t tell anyone her recipe,” you said. “I’ve been trying to get her to spill but she says it’s a secret. At least I know there’s venison in it, right?” You turned to Daryl so he could confirm your guess, but his narrowed gaze was fixated on Jerome from across the way. You followed his gaze, and saw Jerome trying to look away to seem as if he wasn’t looking at you. “Daryl?” You touched his arm.

He grunted at you, not averting his gaze.

“Somethin’ wrong, Daryl?” Rick asked.

Daryl looked to you, then to Rick. “Nah.” He shook his head. He turned his attention back to Jerome, who was retreating back into the prison. “I’ll be right back.” He got up to leave, but you grabbed his hand.

“What are you doing?” you asked sternly.

“Takin’ care of somethin’,” he replied.

You were about to get up to stop him as he started following Jerome, but Rick grabbed your hand this time. “(Y/N),” he said, “let it happen.”

The cool light from the full moon shone down through the barred windows of the empty Cell Block D. Jerome’s lightweight footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, moving faster and faster as he swore he felt a heavy presence from somewhere behind him. When he got into his cell, he quickly turned around to latch the door shut, but a large-framed figure aggressively pulled the door away from his grasp.

He quickly shoved Jerome against the cold brick wall of his cell and held him up by fistfuls of his shirt. It was dark but the moonlight illuminated just enough of Daryl’s eyes, narrowed with bloodlust, and his flared nostrils and tight lip. The veins in his forehead bulged and pumped with such fury he hadn’t felt in ages.

“Told ya twice,” he growled, pulling Jerome slightly away from the wall for a moment then pushing him back into it with all his might. “Three strikes, you’re out, dickhead.”

He threw the slender man down to the concrete floor, causing an echo of the thud to reverberate throughout the Cell Block. He groaned in pain as he tried to stand himself up.

“Nah, you’re stayin’,” he huffed, kicking his shoulder with his steel-toed boots to send him back down, then keeping his foot there as he towered over him. “Listen ta me, you Ivy League prick—you keep your wandering eyes off my woman. She ain’t yours, she’s mine, and she’s made it clear she doesn’t want anything to do with you, but you just keep botherin’ her.” He lowered his foot even more until he heard the slightest hint of a crack in the man’s shoulder. He cried out in pain, but it didn’t stop him.

“Please!” Jerome cried.

Daryl removed his foot then picked him up again by the shirt to sock him across the face a few times. “You gonna leave my woman alone, asshole?!”

“Yes,” he whimpered.

Daryl shook his head as he watched the pathetic man writhe in pain on the floor. “I oughtta kill you for the way you treated her, for the way you won’t leave her be.” He thought for a moment, looking down at the bloodied face of a man who was the epitome of success back in the old world, but now so pitiful and weak. “Only reason you’re still breathin’ is ‘cause of her. She means more to me than puttin’ you out of your misery.”

You didn’t want Daryl to kill Jerome. He already had too much blood on his hands from Woodbury, and you didn’t want him to kill because of you unless you felt it was absolutely necessary. So far, Jerome hadn’t done much except creep you out, but that was enough for Daryl to kill him. Still, he was, as his brother would’ve said “whipped.” He didn’t like to think of it that way, but if you told him to jump off a cliff, it would take him longer than he’d like to admit to think about doing it.

Jerome rolled around, coughing up blood from his beating. Daryl leaned back down and grabbed him to look him in the eyes one more time. “This is your last warning. I catch you so much as standin’ in the same room as her, I’ll beat ya to death.”

He returned to your shared cell immediately after to clean up some of the blood he’d gotten on himself from beating Jerome. It wasn’t much, just a few splashes across his face and neck, but he didn’t want you suspecting anything.

When he heard the squeaking of the cell door, he knew it was you. You had a distinct way of opening the gate with the utmost care and softness. He’d memorized your pattern of slowly unlatching it and pushing it open as quietly as possible so as to not wake the “neighbors,” as you called them.

This time, though, it was pushed open faster with a sense of urgency.

“Daryl,” you said to him, softly but sternly, “what did you do?”

He was still turned away from you, trying to get the last bits of blood off him. He missed a few spots. Turning around, your eyes immediately narrowed to the now dried splotches of blood on his tanned skin.

“Did you… did you kill him?” you asked quietly, not able to look him in the eye.

He stepped closer to you tentatively. “No,” he said. “Roughed him up a bit, though.”

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, then started pacing as much as you could in such a small space. “This isn’t going to work, him being here. I wanted to believe it could, but I hate him. I want him gone.”

Daryl nodded, a little surprised you were admitting to it. He knew you hated him and wanted him gone, but he also knew your tendency to want to see the good in people and give them a chance. He was much less tolerant, but he understood.

“I’ll get rid of him, (Y/N). I will.” He closed the gap between your two bodies and pulled you into his arms, kissing your hair as he swayed you back and forth. “Just say the word.”

You breathed deeply into his chest. “I’ll talk to Rick, see what he thinks. I just… I don’t want to rid the group of a doctor. We might need him.”

“Don’t matter to me, that prick has got somethin’ in his eyes when he looks at you. I don’t like it one bit.”

You pulled away. “What do you mean?”

Daryl looked down at the ground and chewed his bottom lip. “I don’t even wanna say it, bad enough to think about it.”

You tilted your head, realizing what he meant. “Jerome’s not a rapist,” you said. Daryl flinched at the word coming out of your mouth. Even materializing the very possibility was enough to send him into a blind fit of rage. “At least, I don’t think he is.” It occurred to you just how much he had changed in the last three years. You didn’t know him, really. You were sure you never really did. He was so artificial with you, and he lied so much you couldn’t tell what was the truth anymore.

“Don’ wanna keep him around long enough to find out,” said Daryl. “We’ll talk to Rick tomorrow. He’ll understand, he’s gotta.”

That night, you were restless. Daryl had Glenn cover his watch shift to be with you. You seemed particularly disturbed when he came back from beating Jerome, although you had been acting on edge since he arrived. Still, he thought it best to stay with you.

You were glad. Secretly, you were frightened that Jerome would come into your cell again when you were alone one night, and coupled with Daryl’s mention of his fear that he would try to rape you, you were utterly terrified.

Although Daryl held you tightly in his arms as he usually did, you couldn’t stop tossing and turning. At one point you’d escaped from his grasp, and even being free of Daryl’s somewhat suffocating caress, you found yourself unable to breathe.

It came on you fast and sudden, the shortness of breath becoming more and more oppressive as you felt like the walls of the small cell were caving in on you. Your head was spinning and your heart pounding. You sat up in bed to calm yourself, but it only made you more frantic. As quietly as possible, you made your way out of the cell, being sure to take your knife with you. You needed some fresh air, and the same old stale oxygen circulating through Cell Block C wasn’t cutting it.

Luckily, you were quiet enough not to wake Daryl. He was a light sleeper, on account of having to watch his own back for most of his life, but you could tell from his soft snores that he was deep in sleep, and you had become an expert at not waking him on the rare occasions you got up before him.

You were sure he’d put you through the wringer if he knew you were going out in the wee hours of the morning just to get some fresh air, especially with your stalker living under the same roof, but you were also sure you’d suffocate if you stayed in that cell any longer.

Passing by a few early risers in the common area, you opened the door and let yourself out, immediately feeling the cool morning air flow through you. You walked around the courtyard for a while, hugging yourself as the wind penetrated your skin through the light, airy cotton of your nightgown and the flimsy knit sweater you threw on.

Goosebumps popped up gradually, causing every exposed hair on your arms to stand on end. You were cold, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable cold. It was more like a renewing cold, one that could chill a flower, but not freeze it.

The sun wasn’t going to peak up over the horizon for at least a few more hours, but you were content with the moon. You always preferred it, anyway. You could look at its beauty without going blind, and that was special to you.

As you admired the moon in all its glory, you felt a presence looming behind you. It was unwelcome and cold, distinctly different from the refreshing and beautiful coolness that hit your skin from the natural winds. No, this was a threatening cold, a terrible chill.

You slowly reached for the knife you were keeping in the pocket of your sweater before turning around to see Jerome lunging at you with a face of desperation and malice unlike any you’d ever seen.

Before you could even react, you were knocked to the ground and pinned underneath him. “Get off me!” you cried.

“Shut up,” he said sternly, your knife making a clattering sound as he threw it aside somewhere on the concrete. “This’ll go faster if you don’t struggle.”

Your eyes widened as you continued squirming underneath the strong grip he had on your wrists, keeping you pinned down. The rest of his weight was on his legs, which weighed down on yours. He was a slim, lean man, but he was tall and muscular, and his dead weight on your body was harder to maneuver under than it looked.

He clasped your wrists together above your head with one hand while you felt the other reach down between your legs and begin to hike up your nightgown. “No!” you cried in horror. “No, stop it! Stop!”

He looked down briefly as he aggressively pulled down your underwear, then started unzipping his pants. Your legs were trying as hard as possible to kick him off of you, but they could only squirm underneath the weight of him.

“Stop squirming,” he demanded. “It’ll be over soon, just let me do it.”

You looked around wild-eyed, trying to locate your knife. Once again, it had been loosened from your grip, but this time was the most scared you’d been. It wasn’t a walker trying to take a bite out of you, it was a living, breathing man trying to hurt you in the worst way you could imagine. It was worse than any nightmare you could even dream up. It was real, and it was looking you right in the eyes with its bruised and deranged face contorted with sickening intention.

You felt his cold, slim fingers grazing against the inside of your thighs as he tried to spread your legs a bit, but they only squeezed together tighter. “Damnit, (Y/N)!”

You faced him again to spit at him, sending a glob of saliva up into his eye. He instinctively lifted the hand he was holding your arms down with to rub at his eye. Before he could realize what he’d done, you socked him in the face with every ounce of strength in you, then loosened your leg enough to knee him in the groin. That weakened him enough to push him off you.

Lunging towards your knife, you picked it up before turning around swiftly to see that Jerome was standing again, holding his own knife. You looked at each other briefly before he hurdled towards you, aiming his blade at your abdomen. He didn’t have any kind of desperation or twisted lust in his eyes now, it was just rage.

Before his knife could penetrate you, you slashed a long, dark slit into his forearm. He yelped in pain, but still kept driving his knife towards you. Slashing his upper arm, he finally dropped his knife. He was still standing, so you slashed him once more across the plain of his thigh.

Now he was writhing on the cold hard ground, and you loomed over him, looking down at what represented to you now the last remnant of a part of your life you wanted to forget. The part of your life where you subjected yourself to someone who didn’t love you nearly as much as he loved himself, someone who took advantage of your blind trust in him, someone who made a fool out of you… and after all that, came back from the dead to torment you and try to rip away any ounce of self-worth you’d regained since you left him.

Holding onto his forearm in an attempt to slow the bleeding, he looked up to you and pleaded. “Please, (Y/N). I really do love you.”

Your lips quivered, both in anger and in sadness. You knelt down beside him, then raised your knife with both hands as you aimed it at his heart. “No!” he cried. “Please!”

You moved your gaze back up to his face, unrecognizable now between Daryl’s beating and the fear that lingered there. It wasn’t an emotion you’d seen on him before. He was too proud to be afraid of anything.

“Goodbye, Jerome.” Your voice was shaky, but your intent was made of stone.

Plunging the knife into his heart, you watched his eyes widen, locked somewhere between pain and disbelief. Faster than you’d thought, the life left his gaze shortly thereafter. You wished it lasted longer, just to know he was in the most pain possible. Still, his last breath did hit your face like that cool, cleansing wind.

After that, it hit you what you had done.

Pulling the knife out, you crawled backwards away from the corpse. Your panting nearly drowned out the sound of Daryl’s voice calling to you from a distance, coming closer with each breath that scraped against your dry throat.

“(Y/N)!” he bellowed, running to you in only those black jeans with holes in the knees you’d been meaning to mend.

Sat frozen and staring at the lifeless body, you felt Daryl’s hands grip your arms as he turned you to face him. “You all right?” he asked desperately. “Heard ya screamin’.”

You just shook your head, your mouth agape and your eyes wide in disbelief. He raised a hand to touch your cheek, then looked down at the corpse, noticing the unzipped pants, and then your underwear laying not too far away. “What happened?”

You swallowed before mustering up a few words. “He—he… tried to… oh God.” You wrapped your arms around Daryl’s bare torso, then nuzzled your face into his shoulder, letting out a strangled sob.

He held you against him tightly. Neither of you even noticed the small crowd huddled around you.

Using his grip on your back to hoist you up, he began walking you back to your cell. Your feet felt faint but they managed to get there with the help of his arm. wrapped around your waist.

He laid you down slowly, sure to cover you up with all the blankets and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“I killed him,” you said, your tears still staining your voice. “He’s dead.”

“You were defending yourself,” he replied. “If you hadn’t killed him he would’ve done somethin’ awful to ya.”

“I know,” you said quietly, beginning to feel yourself cry again. “I just… never thought I’d have to kill somebody. Much less, him.”

He laid himself down next to you. “No one ever thinks they’re gonna have to do it till they do.” He brushed a stray hair away from your face, then used his thumb to catch the tears streaming down your face. “You did what you had to. He ain’t gonna hurt ya now. Just wish I could’ve protected you better.”

“You can only protect me so much. I have to save myself sometimes.”

He nodded. “I know, guess I’m still tryin’ to accept it. Just feel like I should be the one to keep you safe, all the time.”

You were silent for a bit, trying to compose yourself and will the tears away. When you felt you’d shed all your tears, you spoke again. “I didn’t think he’d try to do that.”

Daryl pulled you into him tightly. “Ya couldn’t have known.”

“I could’ve,” you said. “The way he was bothering me, following me. I didn’t even tell you he came into our cell that first night when you were on watch. He didn’t try anything, but he creeped me out. I should have known.”

He swallowed hard, trying his best not to burst out in anger and kill a man who was already dead. “Don’t talk like that. There was no way for you to know what he’d try to do. It ain’t your fault.”

You swallowed. “I was so scared… that look in his eyes, the way he… held me down… it was horrible.”

Daryl stiffened more, squeezing you tighter against him. You snuggled further into his chest, not wanting him to ever let you go. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He felt like crying, too. The helplessness and rage and sorrow and regret within him was so overwhelming he did shed a few tears, but you couldn’t tell. “He can’t hurt you. You’re safe now. You killed him, he’s gone. You did the right thing.”

The two of you were silent for a while, except for the muffled bursts of sobs you let out every once in a while until you fell asleep in his arms as you usually did. This time, however, you felt the most vulnerable you ever could in his arms that always kept you so safe and warm. Though you knew he’d never, ever hurt you or treat you the way Jerome did, you couldn’t help but feel like a porcelain doll. The same doll that cut you when you were little, so fragile and broken.

Daryl knew you were asleep, but he couldn’t sleep at all. He stared up at the ceiling and thought of how frightened you must’ve been, and how he wasn��t there to help you. One thing he was struggling to come to terms with in your relationship was that he wouldn’t always be able to keep you safe, and that terrified him to his core. There wasn’t much Daryl was afraid of. He didn’t flinch at walkers, and he was mostly ambivalent towards hostiles, but the thought of anything happening to you… it chilled him to the bone.

He first felt it that night the quarry was attacked, and he never stopped feeling it since. The reality that he could lose you, it was his worst waking nightmare. These days, you were safe at the prison, but the Jerome situation reminded him that nowhere in this world was safe.

When the sun finally rose, Daryl rose, too, trying not to wake you. He dressed himself in his usual ripped jeans, sleeveless button-up shirt, angel-winged vest, and poncho before slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and heading out to hunt.

Upon waking, you were saddened to see that Daryl had left. You were used to waking up alone, but in your fragile state, you were even more disappointed at his absence.

When you rose, you noticed a small piece of paper lying on Daryl’s side of the bed. He never left you notes, he always assumed you knew where he was (which you did).

Yet here it was—a simple but comforting note left to grace your still waking eyes with his charming chicken scratch, noticeably absent of capitalization and punctuation

It read:

gone hunting be back soon love you angel - Daryl

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Spare hcs on Raiden and little John? Dad raiden needed for the soul…

anon you have come to the right place, dad raiden content is something that can be so personal

okay so like first of all there's no way john isn't into robin hood with that nickname i kid but fr i do find it hard to take seriously when people write it with like. capitalized letters and everything (the way you did it feels natural but some people will genuinely just write Little John like little is on his birth certificate or something and it ONLY makes me think of robin hood)

in all seriousness though. some real headcanons. before we get into those please remember that i have my own beliefs about what went on between mgs2 and mgs4 and do not in any way take rose's words at face value because... rose said them. talk about an unreliable source.

raiden was THE CLASSIC expectant father. 100%. this man adores kids and the idea of having his own was both exciting and terrifying. so he was all over that. trying to be as prepared as possible, thinking of names, et cetera... this man was planning out a room and everything. none of that 'pink if it's a girl and blue if it's a boy' nonsense in raiden's good gnc household. nice neutral colors are where it's at. like green. (yes, i just picked green because i like it. sue me.)

but on the other hand, he does have that line in mgs2 where he says he can't risk starting a family because he can't erase his childhood. future parenthood is worrying in pretty much every case, but he had another layer of fear on top of the whole thing. after all, he was just getting all his memories back, he was painfully aware of how he'd grown up and what he'd done, and he was afraid of himself. what if he hurt rose? what if he hurt the baby? even though he would never want to do that, he didn't know if he could trust himself. would he even be able to be a father? after all, the closest thing he could remember was solidus--he had no example to follow. i think he started working even harder to repress some of the intrusive thoughts and impulses he'd get, and hating himself for them even though he didn't want them definitely didn't do anything good for his mental health, but he was just so scared. he was happy, he was excited--but he was also afraid.

rose telling him she'd had a miscarriage destroyed him. his mental health was already suffering because of [gestures] literally everything, but that was the moment it shattered. he blamed himself. he didn't know how or why, but he knew it must have been his fault somehow. it must have been, it always is. he should have known a murderer like him couldn't help bring life into the world--all he knows how to do is take it. rose was so devastated (or so he thought) but he couldn't even comfort her, he didn't know what to do or say. how could he possibly apologize enough? he couldn't do anything except leave, put as much distance between them as possible so he couldn't do any more damage. he didn't want to hurt her any more than he already had.

one of the potential names he came up with was 'sunny'. that means exactly what you think it does.

okayyyyyyyyyyy sorry about the angst there, only post-mgs4 headcanons now... not that there won't be angst or anything... but there will be more good stuff too

if it weren't for the necessity of, y'know, supporting his family, you'd be hard-pressed to separate him and john for quite some time. any time he has on leave he spends with his family, trying to make up for lost time.

he gets sad sometimes thinking about how much of john's life he's missed. he wishes he could've been there. being kept away so much by a job that tends to put him in the last places he wants to be just makes it worse.

sometimes he feels like a bad father. and sometimes he remembers that rose was the one who lied about what happened, and wonders how different things could have been. maybe he would have actually been able to see john taking his first steps. maybe he would be able to hold his son in his own arms instead of the cold metal they were replaced with. he almost gets angry, when he thinks about that. almost. he doesn't let himself. he tells himself that this is still more than he deserves, and tries to forget about it.

john absolutely adores him from day one, of course. he thinks he has the coolest dad in the world. any time he finds out raiden can visit for a while, he gets so excited that he can barely think of anything else. he will absolutely sit by the front door the day raiden's scheduled to get home and just wait for a knock. (god help any mailman who shows up first and sees this small child opening the door excitedly only to see him and immediately look like he's just found out santa claus isn't real.)

raiden has a habit of just picking him up like he weighs nothing whatsoever (y'know, like the little lion king moment they had in mgs4). john has no complaints. in fact, it is encouraged.

john's friends all think he is exaggerating how cool his dad is. then they actually meet raiden and promptly realize that there was no exaggeration going on at all.

he keeps waiting for raiden to teach him how to use a sword for real. raiden has very sternly told him that he is going to have to wait for a lot longer. (of course, john doesn't know why raiden is so opposed to the idea of teaching his young son how to fight. so he tends to sulk about it.)

they watch movies. raiden has never seen the lion king. it is emotionally devastating. (lucky for him john is also emotionally devastated and is too busy hugging him to notice his response.)

after the wizard of oz raiden has to explain to a very worried john that no, he is not made of tin and he isn't going to rust. (he thinks the concern is sweet... and hilarious.)

one time raiden finds him watching some vampire movie (i don't watch vampire movies so don't ask me for names, idk, something a kid could watch though) and just offhandedly comments that actual vampires are nothing like that. john can't decide if he'd rather get annoyed at the remark or interrogate raiden about what do you mean, actual vampires aren't like that?!

over time john learns that there are certain things not to ask his dad about. (examples include the time rose took him to visit her parents and he then asked raiden about his, or the time he asked why raiden was a cyborg because he thought it must have been for a really cool reason, or the time one of his classmates was excited about having a new younger sibling and he asked if he would ever have one.) raiden never gets angry if he asks about something he shouldn't, but sometimes john almost wishes he would, because what happens instead kind of scares him. raiden doesn't get mad at him--he just shuts down and goes completely silent. he's totally unresponsive, like he's somewhere else entirely. when that happens, rose always tells john to go play in his room for a while. he doesn't know what she does to snap raiden out of it, but eventually he'll always come and apologize for 'what happened' even though john doesn't really understand what happened at all. the question doesn't get answered, and he doesn't bring it up again.

those are the only times john ever hears his father crying.

raiden always spends the last day before he has to leave again just hanging out with john. he wants to have as many good memories to think about as possible, since he doesn't know how long it's going to be until he can come back.

john INSISTS on raiden calling him to hear about his day and say good night as often as possible. raiden is, of course, very happy to oblige. (a lot of the time it ends with john falling asleep mid-conversation and rose having to come hang up for him. raiden's heart always melts a little when that happens.)

raiden is 100% the favorite parent. rose is aware of this and complains that being able to wield a sword gives him an unfair advantage. raiden tactfully refrains from commenting that he can also give john food that's actually edible.

i hope your soul has been well-fed with these because i am out of thoughts on the subject for tonight lol

#ask #anon #raiden

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Summoning Ritual (1/3)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial @zphilophobiaz @queencommonsense Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You try a summoning ritual, optimistically hoping to be reunited with your parents, but somehow end up in Gotham. At Wayne Manor. Doesn't this stuff only exist in comic books and television? Word Count: 1.0k

Part Two Part Three

You had performed similar rituals countless times, what was the worst thing that could happen? The person you were attempting to summon could actually appear? Imagine being able to see your parents again. Tell them one more time that you loved them. You just wanted somewhere that felt like home. Was that too much to ask?

So here you were, scribing the various symbols into the room around you. From what you pieced together from various internet forums, the ritual was supposed to act as a homing beacon. If your parents were out there, surely they would get your message. You began the incantation:

Nwoym llacot ecalpa erised straehym emgnirb dnaraf dnaraen hcraes kcali tahwsi emoha.

An hour had passed and still you sat on the floor, waiting for something to happen. You knew it was a stretch, it always was, yet somehow you still had hope. Finally, you stood up and sighed. "Maybe it takes a few hours to work," you mumbled before stumbling off to bed.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room as a strange sense washed over you. Though you couldn't place the emotion, this strange place felt right. Like you were meant to be there. Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for anything familiar. Wandering through the hallway, you still couldn't shake the feeling…then you saw it. The infamous grandfather clock. Were you dreaming? There's no way…You heard the click of the lock as you pushed the hands to 10:48. Before you made it down the stairs, everything went black.

You woke up, yet again, in an unfamiliar place. This time, however, your hand were bound together behind a chair. Moments after you awoke, you heard a voice -- though its owner was not present.

"How did you get in here?" The masculine voice didn't give you time to respond. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"Uhh --" your voice meekly broke through his line of questioning. "I used the clock…10:48. Y/N Y/L/N. Upstairs." A man clad in red and black stepped out from the shadows. Before you could stop yourself, you shouted "Red Robin?!" Your hand flew over your mouth.

"So you do know of me…" He stalked over to the computer, punching in your name.

"This is a joke, right?" Your brain had finally caught up with the situation. "Some cosplay enthusiast? Sorry. I don't think I can be your Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, or Barbara Gordon. Can I go now?"

As you began mentioning the names, he quickly spun around. His eyes grew wide as he stuttered out in shock, "How do you know those names?" His timbre grew more erratic and angry, "Where did you hear them?!"

"Fr…from the comics! Just like yours!"

"Woah woah woah…" Nightwing rushed it, but stopped short as he noticed your presence. "Red Robin, what seems to be the problem?" He turned towards his brother.

"She just appeared. Walking down the damn stairs. And knows too many names. Cass, Steph, Babs…"

You noticed the fire grow behind Nightwing's gaze. Obviously Dick was with Barbara in this storyline…"Wait okay!" You screamed out. "I know all of your names. You're just characters! In a comic! In several comics!"

"You better keep explaining." Dick growled out.

"Richard John Grayson, aka Dick, aka Nightwing. You were the first Robin after your parents died at Haly's circus because Haly wouldn't pay protection money to Zucco. Timothy Jackson Drake, aka Red Robin. You were officially the third Robin. Though I suppose you did try to be the second…and Bruce adopted you after your parents died. Though I guess only your mom died and your dad was paralyzed. Anyways, you saved Bruce…sorry Batman…from going off the deep end after Jason died." The rambling had begun and you couldn't stop it. Surprisingly neither of the superheroes before you stopped it either. "So Jason Peter Todd was the second Robin. He tried to steal tires off the Batmobile…idiot. And the Joker killed him by luring him with tales of his mother. He came back in the Lazarus pit and became Red Hood. Then you have Damian Wayne, the current Robin. He's actually the son of Bruce and Talia al Ghul --"

"Enough! What right do you possess to speak my name?!" Damian was on top of you in the blink of an eye. You felt the cold metal of his katana against your neck.

"Damian…" Dick warned from the sidelines. He wasn't exactly sure who you were or how you knew this…but he couldn't let his little brother kill you. At least not yet.

"Uh guys…" Tim directed his brothers' attention to the computer monitor before leading them out of the room.

"So the new girl is Zatanna and Constantine's kid?" They all jumped at the sound of Jason's voice.

"Geez Jaybird. Warn a guy, will you." Dick shook his head as they all turned their attention to Tim.

"I don't think she knows. One of you needs to get in contact with them. How did none of us know she existed? And why does she know everything about us? We need answers and I don't think she has them." Tim ordered the directives and sauntered back towards you. "So, Y/N is it?"

Your wall finally broke, "Look I'm sorry. I'm not supposed to be here. I just wanted to see my parents again. I just…" your voice hitched, "I wanted to be home." Tim was not prepared for this sudden breakdown.

"We, uh, we'll figure it out. Let me --" He walked around and began untying you from the chair.

"Sorry." You mumbled while rubbing your newly freed wrists.

"Guess I should be the one apologizing. Knocking you out…tying you to a chair…" Tim attempted to occupy your mind with something else as his brothers searched for your birth parents.

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Imagine a Jason who doesn't believe he is Jason Todd, the second Robin. Jason Todd died because he was weak and Antar (My friend says that means Champion in Arabic but do slap me if I'm using it wrong) is anything but weak. The Demon's Head would not allow weakness amongst his clan and Antar is amongst his favoured, so the Bat Clan is just trying to weaken his Master to strike. He especially doesn't like being called family by one who would not avenge their dead, like his would.

Ooohhhhhhhhooooohhhh!!! :O

Jason with amnesia - and on top of that detesting the idea that he could be Jason Todd!

Listen, what IF Jay was bathed in the Pit and then ESCAPED and put hismelf back together and even the League couldn’t find him. OR he didn’t even get to the Pit, his brain started to put itself together and rejected the memories as traumatic to protect itself.

He lived on the streets in the worst places of the world, struggled with mental and physical disabilities, saw the worst of the world and the people, and decided by himself that world needs to change - and he will start with Gotham, a cesspit of criminally insane murderers with a lauded ‘hero’ who makes nothing better. He feels a pull to Gotham, so he decides to take on the city.

He comes in like a scourge - no games, no playing with Batman, he has no reason to play on the man’s emotions, he doesn’t know who Batman is, but somehow he knows how to avoid him. Red Hood isn’t an unmatched fighter, but he’s an escape artist of the highest level, he knows Gotham’s underbelly like he was born underground and he can disappear into the night in an empty alleyway...

He uses his skills to clean up - and he cleans up well. He doesn’t bother with getting control over the underground, he doesn’t have the mental capacity for it, he goes straight for the throat - and that make him effective, balls of steel and lack of fear of death carry him through the half of Gotham’s rogue gallery. He he doesn’t kill them, he leaves them, well, incapacitated to the point they will no longer be a danger - or won’t be one for a very long time. Crock, Ivy, Black Mask, Zsaz, Harley, Hatter... Batch catch up to him when he’s confronting Crane and, shockingly, turns out that he’s immune to fear gas. Whatever Crane throws at him, it drips down without effect, and Crane - is pissing himself. A dark persona stalks towards him though the dark corridors of Old Gotham, a pipe int heir hands, blood of Crane’s goons dripping from it with the bits of flesh... Crane shoots, they don’t even flinch so he doesn’t know if he missed or not, his hands are shaking, he’s breathing hard, his knees are soft, because this... the face he’s seeing in the rare flashes of light (he should have made his base in a less climactic locale) horrifies him, sickly pale, half-covered in scars and these eyes - glowing green in the darkness, he’d call them dead if they weren’t... if not the naked hatred he was seeing in them... bare and burning hatred laser-pointed.at.him...

He was never as grateful for Batman’s sudden appearance as he is now, even though he gets kicked in the face by the new Robin (the kid was at the gig for a year now, but in Crane’s eyes he’s still the ‘new’ kid, it’s hard to reconcile the fact that a kid that broke your nose with one punch when you met him fr the first time is dead...).

The Bats confront the bloody avenger - stand down, Hood, you’re surrounded! There’s nowhere to run!

But the gravelly voice (damaged voicebox? He would sound young otherwise...) tells them, “Yes. You have nowhere to run.” And all hell breaks loose, because the Hood had the place rigged to blow and Crane’s chemicals are all over the place - and he’s standing there, in the midst of it all, untouched by the fear gas around him, and in a moment when the light shines on his face, Bruce could swear... he could swear that... but that had to be the gas showing him the worst possible scenario, it had to be... Jesus, a wraith came back to haunt him and its face was painful to even recall...

#headcanon #wild dog jay #Anonymous

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loxbbg · 6 years

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Y’all are weird

Jason x reader I fr couldn’t come up with a good name

I stared at Jason's Robin suit waiting for Bruce and my brother Dick to come back they went looking for the read hood I told them to take me with them but they said that he was to dangerous.

"I miss you." I said touching the glass Jason's costume was in. We had a thing when he was here before he...died.

Flashback

"Y/N! We're the hell did you go!" Jason yelled.

"I'm right behind you Jay." I said piping out behind Jason. He jumped in surprise.

"How do you still do that."

"Because I'm faster and way more sneaker than you."

"Yeah what ever." He rolled his eyes.

"Wanna go in the pool." I suggested

"Race you." He took of racing as I ran behind him I was met with his shirt on the floor along with his pants.

"Boys." I proceeded to take off my shirt and pants showing my bathing suit. As I got to the pool I saw no sign of Jason any where I looked every where.

"Jason where did you go!?" Then out of no where ice water was poured in me.

"Oh your so dead Todd."

"Catch me if you can!" Jason yelled running around the pool. I was so close to him so I ran as fast as I can and tackled him into the pool. As we fell into the pool together I still had my arms wrapped around him. We were still under water he wrapped his arms around me witch got me surprised. We were looking at each other deep in our eye I almost forgot I needed to breath. Before I went up for Air Jason pulled me closer to him were our chest touched. Then he pulled me into a kiss. We swam up still kissing. Then we finally pulled apart I couldn't help but smile.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Fun."He smirked. I smirked and pulled him into another kiss.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"Fun." He just shook his head and we continued kissing. After that he asked me to be his girl friend and of course I said yes. Little did I know 3 months later I would lose him.

3 months later

Jason told me about finding out that his mother was alive.

"Jay I'm telling you I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Why?"

"Because out of no where she shows up and in Gothem of all places. Doesnt it seem..i don't know spacious."

"Y/N don't you want me to be happy."

"Jason don't try to pull that on me you know i do.."

"Then why don't you support me in going."

"Because I want you safe Jason!"

"And I want to see my Mom Y/N!"

"Fine do what ever you want! But don't come back to me telling me it wasn't what you expected or it was a joke."

"Who said I'll be coming back." And with that he got on his motor cycle and left.

Later that night

"Y/n have you seen Jason." Bruce said.

"Yeah he left a few hours ago." I said bitterly

"Where?" He said with concern in his voice.

"To go see his mother somewhere in gothem." When I said that he broke out in pure panic. He told me it was a trap his mother is still dead and Joker was on the lose and wanted a bird for him self.

It was 4 am when we got the call Jay wasn't coming home at all I was with Dick and Alfred in the Bat-cave then Bruce called told us everything I was angry but all I could've done was cry on Ducks shoulder. I never got over that.

End flash back.

I Sined. I never got over that or him. I had to go through a ton of shit like I had a fight with Bruce and Dick about why not kill the Joker. We had a fight about it but I kinda under stood. A year after Bruce let me become Batgirl. Every time we came face to face with Joker I had to hold all of my anger in so I wouldn't have had killed him.

"Y/n/n " I was pulled out of thought when I heard Dick call me. Bruce was already sitting in front of the computer with a face of shock, confusion and anger. I turned around to see Dick with a black eye.

"Dick what happened?" I was shocked because it's been forever since he got one last time he got one was from Jason.

"Red Hood."

"Of corse. Why aren't I surprised. Ever since he's came here shits gotten worse." I said tossing Dick an ice pack then I started to put on my Batgirl costume.

"Y/n what are you doing?" Dick asked

"Going after the Red hood what else."

"Y/n don't you don't know what he's capable of I mean look at what he did to me."

"Dick I can handle myself."

"Y/n/n this dude is bad."

"And I'm worse." With that I left the bat cave to find the red hood. I went to an abandoned apartment building right we're the Red Hood was.

"Hay isn't it past your bed time. I mean the Bat wouldn't want his little bird out this late." Red hood said in a tanting way. But I wasn't in the mood for tanting I just wanted to punch something.

"Not in the mood to hear your shit so hears how it's gonna work I'm gonna kick your ass then take to to Arkham is that good, oh wait I don't care."

"Oh look she's a little feisty isn't she. You know it's sad, I kinda like you the other one wasn't so.. I don't know."

"I'm done talking." I growled tackling red hood from the roof to the alleyway.

We were on a punch, kick, hit battle.

I kept punching him I don't know why maybe out of rage and just to hit him. But I don't see when he pulled out a taser. He tezed me making me back away to regain my balance. But I couldn't he attacked me. He was way more stronger than me. He kept punching me in my stomach, face, side he punched me so hard to were I couldn't feel my arm for a minute. He hit me so hard that the knocked my mask off. I couldn't feel much to care I wouldn't have even cared if he killed my right there and then.

But, he stopped. I don't know why but he did. I looked up to see he took off his helmet I looked at his face, and I saw a tear?

Then I passed out

Jason's Pov

Why would they let her be a super hero are they stupid. I mean she did give me one hell of a beating.

Oh god did I kill her.

I checked for a pulse there was one a strong one. I made her pass out. How could I have hurt her. I mean I didn't know. But still.

"I'm sorry Y/N ." I said holding her body trying not to cry. I missed her so much but I never thought I'd get to see her again I never lost my feelings for her. Then I heard footsteps running towards us. I let go of Y/N and went into the shadows. I saw Nightwing jump down from the roof.

Dicks pov

I told her not to go now look at her Alfred said she might have a concision. I knew she wasn't able to handle him but from the blood on her knuckles looks like she gave him a beating. Then she got up.

We're am I it looks like a hospital. I sat up but my head was pounding. The a man with dark hair like mine came running in.

"Y/N are you ok." He hugged me. I pushed him away.

"Who are you?" I asked my head was pounding I looked in the mirror I had bruises on my arms at least I don't have a black eye.

"It's me Dick." I gave him a questioning look.

"Richard Grayson, your brother." He said gently sitting next to me showing me pictures of us as kids he explained what happend to our parents and that Bruce took us in. And how he's Bat man.

"Hay Y/N it's been a long night and it's 6 so let's go to your favorite dinner and get y/f/f ok." I nodded because I don't even know what that is. I went up stares to put a sweater on as Dick went to get his car.

When we got there Dick told me to go sit at my booth as he ordered.

I just stared into space. Then the bell for the front of dinner went off. Someone with a black hood walked in he was going to pass my booth so I looked up at him he had a black eye. He glanced at me and gave a small smile then he looked as if guilt washed upon him. Then I looked at him closely as he stopped. He looked familiar. Then it hit me.

"Jason?"

He looked up at me then everything hit me from last night. Freaking Red Hood but Jason's alive and In front of me.

It took a while for me to get up and walk over to him. But I did. I walked over to him and gave him a hug he hesitated for one quick second then bone crushingly hugged me.

"H-how are you here?" I asked with tears

"I-I can't explain that." He said I didn't care I mean I did but not at that moment.

"I missed you y/n/n."

"I missed you to Jay".

Dang. He got fine I said on my head looking over Jason. I saw he was doing the same thing.

"I got lucky." We said at the same time we just giggled.

"Yall are wierd I'm leaving." Dick said getting up i gave Jay a kiss payed for our food and left.

I have my Jay bird back 😉

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daedalusdavinci · 2 years

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hey. do the gotham squad kids for the character ask meme

adslkfjnsdlkfsndfsf ; ; ok three in one post im gonna put this under the cut to spare my dash

send me a character and ill tell you...

Jason

What made me like them in the first place

you try reading his robin comics and not falling absolutely in love with him. hes just like... he was so genuine and caring and saw the magic in everything, but he also had such a strong sense of justice and maybe it didnt align perfectly with batmans but i LOVED it, i loved his anger because it came from such a place of compassion!! i feel like thats a fraught thing to say but id never seen any of the stuff online or anything, and i just loved him bc he could be kind of a shit but he was just such a cute kid. he was a KID kids are supposed to be shits. and then he came back as red hood and i was like YEAHHHH BOYYYYY and ive never been the same since

Who I ship them with

i think jason is aro but if hes not going to be i say roy bc. i mean. what was all that fr

Random headcanon I have about them

im a desperate believer in commie crimeboss jason who uses the enemies tactics to get inside and get people out again, supporting people safely until they dont have to rely on crime anymore and can find their feet

My favorite moment of theirs

theres so many. i love that comic where batman tells him to distract someone and he pelts them w snowballs its such peak little shit baby jay. i love his comic w two face and the "its too much". i love his appearance in outsiders its so small but i feel like it has such potential. WHEN HE TURNS DOWN RED ROBIN IN COUNTDOWN,, when he fights all the batkids in tfz fr and then his little moment w steph right after,, crying sobbing i love him i love everything abt him

Plotline/story I want to happen

bring back crimeboss jason im not asking. also. fucking. make him a team of actual antiheroes ffs wasted potential

Any issues or insecurities I think they have

i think jason has heavily internalized the bats constant messaging of "you were always going to end up this way you were always a bad egg" and has made his home in this mentality of "im not good and no one wants me here so ill make myself impossible to get rid of and thatll have to be okay" and he really just. he treats himself like a weapon instead of a person because he thinks itll make it hurt less

Favorite quote

i can post quotes from him all day long and i have claimed many as favorites but the truth is that i love everything he says. anyway heres one i like from ep 44 of wayne family adventures

Kiss, marry, hug, or kill

hug i love him

Random thing that reminds me of them

my old emo phase playlist

Any talents I think they might have

i think hes very good at a lot of things but also first aid

On a rate from 1 to 10 how much I love them

10 billion he is my favorite of all time

What I think about their family

i could make an entire post about jasons family. i love them. but specifically in relation to jason its a lot of delusional wishing and a lot of oof. i dont think jason and bruce repairing their relationship completely is realistic w the way comics are now, but i think he still places a lot of trust in dick, maybe more than dick deserves, just bc dick really was his hero growing up and he cares about him so much. i love jason and damian being brothers thru talia. but also, realistically, i think jason probably has the best relationship w duke rn bc duke didnt get all the failed robin stories that the others did nor was he around for jasons death so its like a clean slate type of deal. in general, though, i wish his relationship w everyone was better and i wish there was more elaboration on all of it

Who I think should be their bff

i think its a crime that dc never revisited his relationship w eddie, but also, theres definitely something to be said for the potential of him partnering up w rose. i like his and roys nonsense but it really doesnt make any sense. i also wish dc didnt ignore countdown (even tho i understand why they do) and gave him some kind of relationship w donna and kyle. i have complicated feelings abt this bc functionally jason has no friends outside of some extremely nonsense stuff post reboot

What animal they would be

sorry but im not team catboy jason at all the boy is a dog person. that said, wolf, bc he thinks hes a lone wolf even tho thats not how wolves work at all and hes frequently characterized as a feral angry monster when hes much more complicated than that but also sometimes people think hes a harmless puppy when the boy has very much killed people

Three songs that remind me of them

ive made jokes about me against the world before as well as kryptonite (art in links :') )

but i think better and what you make it by with confidence are pretty good. wish i had examples of metal songs but i just dont rlly listen to metal ever

Favorite episode/issue/thing centered around them

TASK FORCE Z!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its SO GOOD TT^TT i dont want it to end

How badly they need hugs

so badly. so badly. he has so many problems.

Favorite thing about their personality

his determination and the way he just keeps pushing forward even though everything seems to be telling him to just lay down and die all the time

Favorite thing about their appearance

youll pry those precious little curls out of my cold dead hands you know what im talking about

Why I love them so much

i feel like this whole post has been about why i love him so much. it sjust a statistical fact that i have a thing for characters who have died honestly so this was fully inevitable

Steph

What made me like them in the first place

i honestly cant remember but reading through her comics i just love her fucking wit. shes genuinely hilarious and shes also like!!! her independence and determination?? and the way she just constantly defies peoples expectations of her and keeps pushing i just. ugh. its hard not to love her she deserves so much better

Who I ship them with

i havent read all of stephs comics yet or anything, buuuut ngl her and kara are adorable ; ; and ofc cass is a classic

Random headcanon I have about them

i have Opinions about steph being the third robin instead of tim. many of them. also, she fucking deserves it

My favorite moment of theirs

from batgirl (2009) #4. cryign sobbing losing my mind i love her so much. i feel like you know a supers rlly made it when a kid looks up to them and it is never not fucking heartbreaking

Plotline/story I want to happen

give me robin steph or give me death. i dont know how. but i will change tides to give her the time she RIGHTFULLY FUCKING DESERVED. ohhhh im so mad about what they did to her im always mad about what they did to her

i also think she deserves significantly more bonding time w the batfamily than she gets. maybe i havent read enough comics yet (im still working through them, and i desperately hope that its just that), but it seems like she only rlly spends time w damian, cass, babs, and tim in any memorable capacity, and thats unacceptable to me. gotham squad when. not to have brainrot on main but her and jason have so many similarities in their background and treatment at batmans hands and stuff i just think they should fucking bond

Any issues or insecurities I think they have

steph is CONSTANTLY, CONSISTENTLY told that she isnt good enough, by the people she admires and loves the most. she tries so fucking hard to be good, to be perfect, and people still find fault in the smallest damn things. its devastating. i dont imagine she has a lot of self worth

Favorite quote

steph has endless great quoteable moments. her quips are fucking hysterical. but HONESTLY. honestly. my absolute favorite steph panel in the world? this one right here, from the secret origins 80 page grant

Kiss, marry, hug, or kill

hug i love her so much

Random thing that reminds me of them

can i say jason? lol

Any talents I think they might have

i think steph has a lot of random surprising talents. i think itd be fun if she did some random niche crafting thing, like pottery

On a rate from 1 to 10 how much I love them

gonna say a tentative 8 bc im still reading her comics but i adore her shes vastly underrated

What I think about their family

her dynamic w her mom is genuinely so interesting. her mom starts off extremely neglectful, but its still clear that she cares, and that she is trying, in her own way. and she gets better, and shes there for steph in some moments where it really fucking counts. i really like their moments

Who I think should be their bff

kara and cass

What animal they would be

im not really sure tbh

Three songs that remind me of them

lol skip associating characters w songs is a rare thing for me

Favorite episode/issue/thing centered around them

theres,,, not a lot of substantial stuff about her, honestly. she exists as a side character for a long time. but im rlly enjoying batgirl so far!!

How badly they need hugs

soooo bad and she deserves it she deserves someone who will tell her that shes good enough and that she matters

Favorite thing about their personality

shes so unwaveringly kind, even when people are so fucking cruel to her all the time. its astounding.

Favorite thing about their appearance

i love the spoiler mask it is so creature

Why I love them so much

again i feel like ive jsut been tlaking about this the whole time. its hard to put into words concisely why i love her but reading her comics its hard not to feel for her, to root for her, to feel angry at the sheer amount of injustice she faces. shes just so,,,

Duke

What made me like them in the first place

i feel like when it really clicked into place like oh. im obsessed with him. was like. duke, to me, is symbolic of the future. hes a step away from everything that batmans been and towards claiming hope for the city, firmly his own person and not dependent on batman in the way everyone before him has been. and its just. GOD. we love a man who believes in community organizing his comics make gotham feel like a home in a way a lot of them dont, really underlining his connection to the people who live there and what happens to them in a way i feel like bruce himself has grown distant from

Who I ship them with

n/a he needs to int w more people dc give him more fucking comics challenge or ill bite you

Random headcanon I have about them

you know how i love a good meta with powers tied to their emotions

My favorite moment of theirs

his ints w batman like this make me cry every goddamn time. from all star batman

batman secret files: the signal #1

Plotline/story I want to happen

GOTHAM SQUAD TEAMUP FUCKING WHEN!!!!!!!!!!! STOP BEING A COWARD DC GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT

also i want more stuff about duke learning to control his powers. and i want him to team up with other supers outsiders was great now give me more and people his own fucking age

Any issues or insecurities I think they have

he has batman daddy issues, the way they all do, and is constantly worried about disappointing him. obviously has trauma out the ass. but idk again he needs more comics. i also need to catch up on his comics probably its been a hot minute ive been distracted with other people

Favorite quote

this one from all star batman #3 is pretty fucking good, but he has a lot of good content really

Kiss, marry, hug, or kill

hug

Random thing that reminds me of them

arkham jasons helmet and dukes helmet look similar to me. catboys who r actually dogboys

Any talents I think they might have

i think he should work lighting in theater tech bc itd be funny

On a rate from 1 to 10 how much I love them

solid 8 i would love him even more if he had 50 years worth of content but alas

What I think about their family

its one of those things that i wish dc would elaborate on bc you know they could just. drive the angst in so hard dc stop holding back. give it to us. let us write the angst fics come on stop being lame

but w the batfamily i think hes in a weird space where he doesnt want to give up on his birth family and is trying to find the balance between holding them in his heart and learning how to lean into his new siblings and learning how to have them both

Who I think should be their bff

cass but i think dc should spend more time on his friend group (which it hink. theyre doing rn and im just behind on comics) and give him more super friends

What animal they would be

dog not elaborating ive been doing this meme for too long

Three songs that remind me of them

you are my sunshine n/a

Favorite episode/issue/thing centered around them

all star batman had a lot of rlly fun duke moments honestly but batman and the signal and new talent showcase were also (kisses fingers)

How badly they need hugs

he does need one but i think more than that everyone around him is just compelled to hug him bc hes just soooo baby

Favorite thing about their personality

hes so optimistic and vaguely fucking insane which is such a fun combo when paired against batman. he seems approachable in a way that a lot of the batfam isnt, too, and i appreciate that about him. hes their little ray of sunshine fr

Favorite thing about their appearance

love his stupid little helmet ears so much theyre so dumb they dont look anything like the bat ears and everything like little cat ears

Why I love them so much

again. see all of the above. ultimately i love duke for what i think he brings to batman comics and the potential for a new direction hes a vastly underrated (and underwritten) character no more tim comics only duke comics now

#asks #ty for the ask!!#the gotham robins r honestly probably the ones ive read the most comics for at this point sldjknfsldf #so i have. a decent amnt of opinions abt them

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sherwoodknights · 4 months

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Mini photo dump from my day in Nottingham today @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @gothicacetheatrekid

Nottingham Castle fr

The man himself

And finally, channelling my inner Allan A Dale with a cheeky stop at the Trip Inn (im not selling gang secrets to Gisbourne in there I promise guys please believe me)

#sky speaks #my robin hood moment fr

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Masked - Chapter 4, the Masquerade

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The annual gala was as uninteresting as ever - but this time, they had to wear masks. Still, it was impossible not to tell who some people were; the King of course stood out from everyone, as did Zelda, with her long blonde hair and green eyes peeking out from under a silver mask. The ballroom had been completely decked out, which at the very least was very pretty. The lights were quite dim, and gold and silver streamers filled the high ceiling, sparkling in candlelight. There was a great spread as always, and Zelda had already helped herself to a slice (or two) of her favourite fruit tart. Otherwise, she was left to do nothing but dance with a variety of knights and nobility who played the "who can get to her first" game every time a new song began.

Another song ended, and once again, the crowd shuffled. Zelda was becoming increasingly antsy, not to mention her back hurt quite a bit still from the kick she'd received earlier - climbing down a couple stories on the outside of the castle had probably not helped with her recovery. She subtly glanced back at the candles. They had burned down quite a bit… surely the dancing would be over soon, and then she could excuse herself.

Another young man positioned himself in front of her, not eagerly or aggressively like many were prone to, but politely and with a deep bow. He was in black dress robes like the others, and as he stood, Zelda could see the thin black mask he wore over his eyes and nose. A few loose blond strands fell over his mask, but otherwise his hair was swept away into a tight ponytail. When she met his blue eyes, her heart jumped - she knew those eyes. But the mask covering his nose and brow was tough to see past, not to mention the hairstyle not being one she recognized…

She nearly forgot to curtsy back, and did so quite quickly, lifting the hem of her dress before offering her hand to the young man. With the faintest smile, he took her hand and her waist carefully, and began leading the two of them in a swaying dance to match the waltz that had begun to play.

"Have I met you before?" Zelda asked in an apologetic tone, thinking it must have been a knight trainee she'd met once, a while ago. The idea that he could be Robin - no, Link - was beyond her. She couldn't picture him as anything else but a hooded figure with a bow strapped over his back. "Your eyes… are familiar."

"I think you'll find my voice is, too," he said softly, tilting his head at her with another smile as they turned. His ponytail swept sideways, just barely sitting over his shoulder, and they continued moving in another circle. Her eyes widened. Damn it - that voice - she had heard it recently. Was he one of the knights from earlier?

"Too bad it's a masquerade," he added then, shrugging a little bit.

"That's not fair," Zelda protested, but a moment later he dipped her so low that she felt her hair brush against the tile. His hand stayed pressed on her back, and she clutched his shoulder, hoping her hand wouldn't slip. When she looked back up to meet his eyes, she realised their faces were inches apart.

"Sure it's fair - you're wearing a mask, too," he muttered, looking at her intently.

Heat flooded her cheeks. Who does he think-

She winced, suddenly interrupted by her own pain. The man quickly lifted her back up, and she took a moment to steady herself.

"I'm sorry - I forgot," he said hurriedly, looking at her with a worried expression. A few more blond hairs escaped, falling down over his mask; he moved to keep dancing, and Zelda followed absently, suddenly distracted as she stared at him. He was peering warily at the surrounding knights. No way...

"Link…?" she asked, keeping her voice low. It had to be. He looked back at her in surprise, mouth dropped open. Zelda felt a bit of accomplishment seeing colour spread across his cheekbones.

"That's - how did you find out my real name?"

"One of the knights in the dungeons told me," Zelda explained casually, "but you weren't there."

"So that's why you weren't in your room!" he exclaimed suddenly, and Zelda couldn't keep her jaw from dropping.

"You went to my room?"

"I was trying to find you. Listen, I can explain everything, but we have to talk privately," he whispered, spinning her out a moment later as the song hit its ending note. Her eyes landed on the sword sheathed under his robes, visible for just a moment - and then as she glanced around, noticed that all of the knights were holding their weapons. She looked at Link in confusion, but he only stared back at her pleadingly. It would be the only way to talk without putting both of them at risk, so Zelda gave him a curt nod. Still holding his hand, she began to lead them back through the ballroom, leaving a trail of confused and disappointed nobility men as they went.

The King was thankfully quite distracted as she pulled Link through the back doors and up into the royal quarters. A few knights passed them in the hallways, but not many, and none of them seemed to recognize Link. Thank Hylia for these masks.

When they finally arrived in her room, Zelda shut and locked the doors behind them before taking off her mask and scarf.

"That's better," she sighed, "that was so itchy."

When she looked back at Link, he was holding his mask in one hand and staring at her - for a moment she was ready to slap him, since his eyes were a bit lower than she expected - but he walked forward and gingerly touched just above her collarbone where she had been cut. Zelda was too surprised to move, but also, part of her didn't mind him being so close. There was something… safe about him.

"I was too late," he said quietly, "I'm sorry."

Zelda swallowed, reaching up and holding his hand in both of hers.

"It's okay. It's my fault for leaving. I'm sorry… for making you worry," she said quietly, squeezing his hand a little bit. He lifted his head to look at her, and the two of them stood quite close before Zelda quickly changed the topic.

"So, L- Link, the sword?" she stammered, letting go of his hand and sitting herself on the edge of her bed. "And why did all the knights downstairs have their weapons?"

"Right," he exclaimed, sounding a little breathless. He pulled it out from its sheath and laid it down on the trunk at the end of her bed. Even in the dim of the room, it seemed to shine a little. Zelda touched the blade carefully as Link began his story.

"First off, the knights have their weapons because they knew I'd escaped and would be trying to get into the masquerade. But they're not all, uh... as competent as they could be. No offense, Princess."

"None taken," Zelda replied bluntly, thoroughly aware of the occasional and surprising incompetence of her 'trained' knights. Most, she was sure, knew what they were doing - but one or two slacking off was all it took for Link to sneak into the ball, apparently. She watched him expectantly, still waiting for the rest of his story.

"Oh. Right. I've been… doing those 'Robin Hood' things for a couple years... a few months ago, I felt this calling to go to the Korok Forest. I don't know why, or how to explain it, but I found myself at the great Deku Tree. It spoke to me, and the sword was there, and… it chose me," he rambled. Zelda gave him a curious look. So he wasn't exactly a storyteller. At least he was concise.

"Do you know the legends?"

He nodded, silent, not meeting her eyes. He looked entirely disheartened as he slumped against the wall across from the bed.

"The… sword that seals the darkness. To fight Calamity Ganon with. Right?"

He glanced up at her to check, and Zelda replied with just a nod. He was silent in response, but she could tell he was deep in thought, staring down at the floor.

"Come here," she urged, patting the bed next to her. Hylia, don't make me regret this.

Hesitantly, he moved to sit on the bed next to her, and Zelda took hold of his hands once more, stroking the tops with the tips of her thumbs. It seemed to calm him down a bit, but she was trying to comfort herself at the same time, and… something about being close to him felt… right.

"I'm scared too," she admitted. "I don't even have the sealing power awakened yet. At least you have your sword, and knight training," she reassured him, but Link only looked at her worriedly.

"How do we fight him? We're just - I mean, we're barely adults," he fretted, and Zelda could only smile sympathetically. He was so confident on the battlefield, but Ganon was a different beast entirely.

"We get help," she answered, "from the other four Champions. You'll meet them, now that you're one of us."

"Us?"

"Revali, Mipha, Urbosa, and Daruk… they pilot the four Divine Beasts," she explained with a smile, "massive, Sheikah-made contraptions."

"Right, that's what helped seal Ganon away a thousand years ago," Link added, looking a little more hopeful now. Zelda nodded.

"Yes. And… two incarnations of us," she sighed, "but the me back then had her sealing power… there's something wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you!"

Link lifted her hands, squeezing them tight between his. He met her gaze with determination.

"You're inspiring. The entire kingdom knows how hard you work. Everyone knows it. I'm positive you'll figure it out."

His words were genuine, there was no doubting that. Zelda felt herself tearing up. She heard it all the time from other nobility, from her father, but for some reason hearing it from him seemed to make her want to believe it more. Was it because he was the same as her? Destined for something without asking for it? Like the universe had chosen a fate for them, of which there was no escape… all they could do was try to make it a happy ending.

Link was still looking at her steadily, and as she looked back, she felt like she could get lost in his eyes quite easily. They were blue as Lake Hylia, but deep as the sea. Finally, she seemed to have someone she could relate to- someone like her, dealing with the pressure of having to save Hyrule from a massive, unspeakable calamity that would befall them at any given moment. It felt like whatever weight she'd had on her shoulders was suddenly just a little bit lighter… but it went a long ways.

"Thank you," she finally said, fighting to not let her tears fall. At the same time, they both leaned forwards, til just their foreheads were touching, eyes falling shut. There was something unspoken between them, and Zelda was happy to sink away in it.

"We'll be okay," he whispered, his voice breaking a little bit. Zelda had barely heard him. She was falling asleep, even as Link intertwined their fingers. She wanted to just fall asleep and wake up in the morning and have everything be okay. Everything was okay in the moment, but she knew it wouldn't last. Tomorrow would come and there would be explaining to do and consequences to face. But the two of them, right now, at least, were safe.

"Zelda?" he asked, but as he pulled his head away she fell forwards, jerking back up a moment later.

"Mm? I'm sorry," she mumbled, wiping at her eyes.

"It's okay. I should get out of here," he sighed, but as he stood from the bed, Zelda reached forward to take hold of his finger tips. Link looked back over his shoulder at her, and she kept her eyes on his.

"Can you stay?"

"Wh- are you-"

"Do you want to stay?" she asked, suddenly sounding more coherent, like she was getting ready for the disappointment of him saying no. And really, she wouldn't have blamed him... she had never invited anyone to stay in her quarters. It was absolutely forbidden. If they were caught, who knows what would happen... but in the moment, Zelda didn't care. She liked how comfortable she felt just having him next to her.

She waited for him to pull away, but Link didn't budge. His fingers twitched against hers.

"...yes, I want to."

Green eyes met blue, and Zelda gave him a sleepy smile.

"Thanks."

They fell asleep, still clothed above the covers, facing each other. Link's arm was outstretched, hand clasped comfortably in Zelda's. They were safe in the tower, thanks to the locked doors and labyrinth-like hallways between it and the ballroom. The two of them got the best rest they'd had in nights, blissfully unaware of the happenings downstairs.

Hyrule Castle was under siege.

#warning: high levels of fluff ahead #zelink #zelink fanfic #botw #breath of the wild #masked

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hittveu · 7 years

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Bad Elster/CVG. Der derzeitige öffentlich geführte Popdiskurs scheidet die Geister, die man rief und zeigt gleichzeitig in vielen Schattierungen die „Marionettenhaftigkeit“ medialer Inszenierung. Alles im Kontext der künstlerischen Freiheit, aber auch unabhängig in Bezug auf eine Albumveröffentlichung..? Naja, die Kultur- und Festspielstadt Bad Elster inszeniert einfach jede Woche ein künstlerisch feines Aufenthaltsprogramm aus Kultur & Erholung, was auch die Puppen tanzen lässt. Hier daher unsere kulturell-ziehenden „Strippen“ aus Bad Elster für die Woche vom 16. bis 21. Mai:

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Am Dienstag, den 16. Mai lädt der Fotograf Thomas Pförtsch im Königlichen Kurhaus Bad Elster um 19.30 Uhr zu seinem Reisevortrag »Ostwärts« in die Landschaften der Masuren, des Baltikums und der Karelien ein. Die Begriffe »Glasnost« und »Perestroika« stehen für den Zerfall das »Ostblocks« und damit für eine Reisefreiheit, wie sie noch vor 25 Jahren so nicht möglich gewesen wäre. Solidarność steht für den Arbeiteraufstand in Danzig und hier an der polnischen Ostseeküste beginnt die Reise nach »Osten«. Höhepunkte dieser Reise sind die historischen, teilweise von der Hanse geprägten Städte wie Riga, Tallinn oder Helsinki. Kreuzritterburgen und Schlösser zeugen von einer bewegten Vergangenheit. Dabei ist es aber gerade die jüngste Geschichte, die eine Reise in diese Länder interessant macht und deren Spuren noch überall zu finden sind. Den Kontrast dazu bieten einsame Landschaften mit teilweise noch unberührter Natur genauso wie die malerischen, in weiten Teilen fast menschenleeren Ostseestrände. Die Zuschauer erleben mit Thomas Pförtsch den Facettenreichtum dieser Länder und lassen sich begeistern von den Geschichten und Erlebnissen, die eine Reise in den Osten Europas mit sich bringt.

TIPP DER WOCHE:

Am Donnerstag, den 18. Mai begeistert der preisgekrönte Kabarettstar Hagen Rether sein Publikum um 19.30 Uhr mit der aktuellsten Version seines Dauerbrenners „Liebe“ im König Albert Theater Bad Elster. »Liebe«, so der seit Jahren konstante Titel des ständig mutierenden Programms, kommt darin nicht vor, zumindest nicht in Form von Herzen, die zueinander finden – und romantisch kommt allenfalls einmal die Musik des vielseitigen Pianisten daher. Denn Hagen Rether ist das, was von vielen als unangenehm ehrlich bezeichnet wird. Er ist zynisch und respektlos. Er sagt gerne das, was andere sich nicht zu denken trauen. Und das macht Hagen Rether zu einem ausgezeichneten Kabarettisten. Dieser Mann nimmt kein Blatt vor den Mund. Den so genannten gesellschaftlichen Konsens stellt Hagen Rether vom Kopf auf die Füße und die Systemfragen gleich im Paket: Von der Religions»freiheit« über das Wirtschaftswachstum bis zur staatlichen »Lizenz zum Töten« kommt alles auf den Tisch. Der wahrhaft unbequeme Kabarettist entlarvt so manchen Volkszorn samt seiner auf »Die da oben« zielenden Empörungsrhetorik. Rethers ebenso komisches wie schmerzhaftes Programm infiziert dabei das Publikum mit gleich zwei gefährlichen Viren: der Unzufriedenheit mit einfachen Erklärungen und der Erkenntnis, dass wir alle die Kraft zur Veränderung haben. Was in diesem fulminanten Plädoyer für das Mitgefühl sichtbar wird, ist die Menschenliebe eines Kabarettisten, der an Aufklärung und an die Möglichkeit zur Umkehr noch am Abgrund glaubt…

Am Freitag, den 19. Mai feiert heißt es 19.30 Uhr wieder Vorhang auf für »Broadway’s Best« im König Albert Theater. Diese heitere Musicalshow präsentiert dem Publikum eine unterhaltsame, kurzweilige Reise durch lebendige Musicalgeschichte! Die Musical Company Leipzig präsentiert an diesem Abend die unterhaltsame Theatershow gemeinsam mit dem Chursächsischen Salonorchester unter der Leitung von Prof. Horst Singer als mitreißenden Querschnitt weltweiter Musicalerfolge. Auf einer spritzig-heiter inszenierten Reise zum Broadway erklingen dann im König Albert Theater berühmte Titel wie »Somewhere over the Rainbow«, »Memory« oder »Cabaret« bzw. die bekannten Melodien aus Musicalwelterfolgen wie »My Fair Lady«, der »West Side Story« oder dem »Kleinen Horrorladen«. Aber auch weltweit erfolgreiche Musicalhits aus dem »Tanz der Vampire«, »Der Schönen und das Biest«, »Starlight Express« oder »Dracula« werden das Publikum charmant verzaubern. Die erfrischenden Darbietungen begeistern dabei als pures Musicalvergnügen und bieten große Unterhaltung im glänzenden Showambiente Bad Elsters – Wir sagen »Willkommen – Bienvenue – Welcome«!

Am Sonnabend, den 20. Mai präsentiert Publikumsliebling Veronika Fischer gemeinsam mit ihrer Band um 19.30 Uhr ihre großen Hits und aktuellen Erfolge beim großen Sommerkonzert im König Albert Theater Bad Elster. Ohne Frage ist Veronika Fischer als erfolgreichste Sängerin der DDR eine der interessantesten Sängerinnen im deutschsprachigen Raum. Mit Liedern wie “… das ich eine Schneeflocke wär …” und “Auf der Wiese” schuf sie Hits für eine ganze Generation. Ihre Fans lieben sie bis heute für ihre unverwechselbare Stimme und musikalische Vielseitigkeit. Zum 46-jährigen Bühnenjubiläum schenkt sie ihrem Publikum und sich selbst mit “Das 1×1 der Welt” ein brandneues Album, welches sie nun gemeinsam mit Band auch in Bad Elster präsentieren wird. Neben ihren brandneuen Kompositionen werden dabei natürlich auch ihre bekanntesten und beliebtesten Pop-Chansons wie »In jener Nacht« oder »Sommernachtsball« für Gänsehaut und magische Momente sorgen …

Das Königliche Kurhaus Bad Elster lädt am Sonnabend, den 20. Mai ab 21.00 Uhr wieder zur beliebten Nachtschwärmerei ein. Die achte Ausgabe der beliebten Partyreihe im schönsten Ambiente des Vogtlands präsentiert auch dieses Mal einen besonderen Live-Act, der mit modernen Sounds die einzigartige Lounge-Atmosphäre des Königlichen Kurhauses musikalisch inszeniert. Vor der Sommerpause präsentiert dabei Bad Elster mit Bird Berlin eine Popshow die Grenzen sprengt: Stampfende Beats erbeben die Tanzfläche und lassen die fanatischen Füße schreiend kreischen »Will mich nicht bewegen – muss mich bewegen!« – Schwitzen – Extase – Lust! In genau dieser Reihenfolge. in genau dieser Intensität. Maskuline Musikorgasmen beapen ins Ohr. Ein Rausch durchs dichte digitale Discodunkel, erhellt von Lichtbrechungen an Spiegeln und Menschen, die Schönheit in Erotik verwandeln. Nach dem Live-Act werden das Traumpaar jeder Nachtschwärmerei – DJ Mille McLovin & Miss Hyde – auf den königlichen Dancefloor mit Funk, Soul, HipHop, Discobeats & Partyclassix locken. Also am besten die guten Tanzschuhe im Vorfeld noch einmal frisch besohlen lassen. Inspirierende Sounds und coole Dinks im angesagten Ausgeh-Hotspot des Vogtlandes: Lasst uns tanzen, denn diese Nacht gehört den Nachtschwärmern!

FAMILIEN-WOCHENEND-TIPP:

Am Sonntag, den 21. Mai beginnt im NaturTheater Bad Elster um 15.00 Uhr die neue Open-Air-Saison mit dem abenteuerlichen Familienmusical »Robin Hood Junior«. Dabei zaubert das renommierte Kinder-Tourneetheater „Lichtermeer“ die ganze Welt der Theatermagie auf die Bühne inmitten des Elster Forrest. Das aufwendige, kindgerechte Musical zeigt die Abenteuer, die der junge Robin Hood zu bestehen hatte, lange bevor er zum großen Helden wurde. Dabei gibt es ein Wiedersehen mit allen bekannten Figuren der berühmten Legende: dem miesen und machthungrigen Sheriff von Nottingham, dem arglosen Prinz John, der bezaubernden Maid Marianne und natürlich mit Robin Hood und seinem furchtlosen Gefolge aus sprechenden Tieren: einem Bär, einem Wildschwein, einem Eichhörnchen und einem Uhu! Ein liebevolles, fantastisches Live-Erlebnis für Groß und Klein in leidenschaftlicher Spielfreude für Kinder ab 4 Jahren und in einer Inszenierung von Timo Riegelsberger.

Abgerundet wird das frühlingshafte Kulturprogramm in der Kultur- und Festspielstadt Bad Elster mit Folklore-Konzerten mit Orchestern der Musikregion Vogtland. Die Veranstaltungen können selbstverständlich jederzeit mit Rahmenprogrammen aus Erholung & Kulinarium kombiniert werden. Karten für die Veranstaltungen und alle Infos zum Aufenthalt gibt es täglich in der Touristinformation Bad Elster im Königlichen Kurhaus unter 037437/ 53 900 oder unter www.badelster.de

VORSCHAU BAD ELSTER:

Di 23.05. | 19.30 Uhr | Theatercafé

THEATERCLUB-Premiere

STEFAN JOHANSSON (SWE) Nordic Folk-Pop

Mi 24.05. | 19.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater

»EINE NACHT IN VENEDIG«

Operette von Johann Strauß

Do 25.05. | 15.00 Uhr | NaturTheater

»Egerland trifft Pilgramsreuth«

Jubiläumskonzert der Blasmusik zu Himmelfahrt

Do 25.05. | 19.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater

DIE PRINZEN IN CONCERT

Fr 26.05. | 15.00 Uhr | Hygiea-Statue im Albert Park

»PROMENADE FÜR DIE GESUNDHEITSGÖTTIN«

Festkonzert zum 130. Geburtstag der Hygiea-Statue

Fr 26.05.| 19.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater

ULI MASUTH: »Und jetzt die gute Nachricht«

Musikkabarett

Sa 27.05. | 19.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater

JUHNKE & ALEXANDER: »Neues von Wolke 7«

Musikalisches Kabarett

So 28.05. | 19.00 Uhr | König Albert Theater

Mo 29.05. | 9.30 Uhr | König Albert Theater

»ANNE FRANK«

Theaterstück nach dem Tagebuch der Anne Frank

Quelle: Chursächsische Veranstaltungs GmbH

Liebeskabarett, Ostrockhits, Clubbing & Familienspaß im Elster Forrest! Bad Elster/CVG. Der derzeitige öffentlich geführte Popdiskurs scheidet die Geister, die man rief und zeigt gleichzeitig in vielen Schattierungen die „Marionettenhaftigkeit“ medialer Inszenierung.

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