#penguin guy doesn't count hes cool

[cebwrites]

hi! i love your works they make me feel so safe as a trans guy. do you think you could write a law x reader where he helps administer his boyfriend’s t shot? it’s completely fine if not! have a great day/night, much love <3

a/n: hi anon omggg of course! <3 i started this blog with the intention to fill the gap in transmasc xreader rep (and cater to myself--) so i'm super glad that you get that out of my writing!!

i included one drabble for reader's first time and then one further into his transition/relationship with law when they're both a lot more comfortable <3 that said i don't have any experience with t, so i'm sorry if anything comes out inaccurate or flat out wrong ;3;/

helping their boyfriend with his t-shots (Law)

transmasc reader, he/they law word count: 0.6k

The First

You swing your legs by the edge of their examination table, though you can easily rest the soles flat on the floor if you wanted to - it eases the nerves better if you keep moving. Thumbs rubbing the cool metal by your thighs, you watch your beloved's broad shoulders across the room at their workspace.

"Are you sure you don't want to do this somewhere more familiar to you like your room?

Or I could get Bepo in here to hold your hand, if you'd like."

Law wheels their spinny doctor's chair up to you, his expression something you recognize as an attempt to look warm but their facial muscles aren't quite used to that yet so it's a little awkward. It tells you you're in good, steady hands anyway.

"Nah, it's okay - promise. Plus, firsts are special and.. I want this moment to be between just us. I-I mean, not that it would be less special if Bepo was here, or Penguin, or Shachi--"

While you fidget and internally cringe at the hole you continue digging yourself into, fixating your eyes on anything in the sick bay but their bemused face, Law quickly administers the shot before you can feel so much as a pin prick.

He shakes two small boxes of circular band-aid to get your attention, "Do you want regular or themed?"

"I- Wh, huh?"

"We're all done, you did well." Law's smile slips into something more natural as you pick one with a little bear on it, putting it on yourself however to avoid giving your captain yet more ammo to tease you with - as if your adorable pout wasn't more than enough.

One of Many

"C'moooon hurry up, I wanna go spar with the boys already!"

"I could just go back to work and let you do this on your own, you know."

"Oh, they're so cruel to me, what EVER shall I do!"

Law ignores the aghast, overdramatic gasps and whines from you in the background, holding the syringe up to the light they flick it to pop any pesky bubbles, watching your reflection flop back onto his bed with an audible fmpf.

"Quit squirming, what if I end up poking a vein instead?" He smacks your exposed thigh and you feign a startle, looking at your lover with those big ol' puppy-dog eyes but smooth things over with kisses to his cheeks before the exasperation rolling off them in waves washes you away.

"Okay, okay," they shoo you away with their free hand, "are we going to make out or do you want your weekly shot of testosterone?"

"Mm, but what is manlier than making love to another masc?"

"Right. I'm taking that as a no," Law answers your batting lashes coldly, immediately turning on their heel to leave.

It doesn't take much to coax them back (a single kiss, several promises that you were going to be serious about it now) - not that Law's threats were all that sincere to begin with.

You watch with them work with practiced ease, and even if they've done this dozens, maybe hundreds of times before over the years for you, Law looks just as laser focused as every other occasion. The logical explanation was that he was a surgeon.

You chose to believe that it was because he put in the extra care for his one and only.

"Gods, Law... I really do love you."

"Yeah? What could possibly be the reason for it now?"

You respond to the light-hearted mocking with a chaste brush against their lips - and once any sharp objects were out of the way, Law chased you for another, then many more, despite all halfhearted protests about leaving Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo without a fourth volleyball player.

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #318: A Vengeful GOD!

June, 1990

Guest-starring the AMAZING Spider-Man! NEBULA TRIUMPHANT!

Look at what you did, Spider-Man!

Yeah, this is all Peter Parker, Spider-Man's fault! Well, him and some loose plotting.

Because:

Last times in Avengers: the team thwarted Nebula when she accidentally blew up the universe. But it turned out that despite every way it had been portrayed, blowing up the universe was all according to plan and not a big whoopsie. The energy of accidentally the universe was absorbed by a device called the Infinity Union that Nebula had stolen from the Stranger.

When the Avengers chased Nebula to her spaceship, they found that the Stranger had also tracked her down. The Stranger took Nebula to his own, bigger, ship and tried to interrogate her. Stymied by her being recently Starfoxed. The Avengers searched Nebula's ship for the Infinity Union, having been forewarned by Gunthar, the not-penguin, that the device had been booby trapped to explode if anyone other than Nebula touched it.

Spider-Man was able to use his Spider-Sense to find the Infinity Union first and decided to snag it with a webline.

Whoops! That counted as touching it and everything exploded!

Look at what you did, Spider-Man!

LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID.

I'm blaming Spider-Man a lot. Deservedly. But there is a nice symmetry to it. Spider-Man's weblines were able to save the day when the universe had turned off. But now they may have doomed it.

Nebula teleports everyone important, even the Stranger, to the Stranger's main monitor room so she can appear as sneering faces on all the monitors and smugly recap the plot.

She even explains that Gunthar had misled the heroes. The Infinity Union had actually been booby trapped to release all its stored energies to Nebula if anyone other than herself touched it.

Okay. So why is this plot even happening?

If Nebula's plan all along was to blow up the universe, let the heroes fix that while she tried her damndest to stop them, and then use the Infinity Union to become COSMICALLY POWERFUL, why didn't she have Gunthar touch the thing as soon as she got back from blowing up the universe?

I know Fabian Nicieza is trying his best to finish up the plot threads Byrne left behind but this plot is a mess.

The Stranger demands Gunthar the Rigellian tell him how the energy transfer was possible but Nebula disintegrates the mustachioed space man.

Then she reintegrates him, just to flex.

And disintegrates him. And reintegrates him.

When Captain America tells her to knock it off, torture is not cool, Nebula goes okay this is what we're going to do instead.

And it goes poorly.

As things usually do when you charge right at a cosmically powered opponent without a plan.

Mjolnir and Captain America's Mighty Shield bounce right off Nebula without her even yielding. She grabs Vision and chucks him at Iron Man. She no sells Starfox's pleasure power AND Sersi's molecular control (now in beam form).

Spider-Man tries webbing over her eyes but she just eye beams through the webbing. And also, she has cosmic consciousness so she didn't even need to do that to see.

Thor and Iron Man try to tackle her ankles but she just teleports a little way away to laugh at the effort.

Spider-Man: "Can we go home now?"

Oh, Spidey, you and your levity.

Meanwhile, Gunthar - the guy who talked a big game about wanting to help Nebula destroy the universe for... reasons? - starts to worry that Nebula is becoming mad with power and might get bored with him now that she doesn't need him for anything.

Captain America belatedly realizes that maybe they should have a strategy and orders the Avengers to try to lose Nebula - the one who just boasted cosmic consciousness - by running through a maze of corridors.

Thor isn't happy running but it doesn't really matter.

Nebula just pops out of the wall because of course she knew exactly where they were.

She suggests that the universe is on borrowed time and Cap says he doesn't believe she could REALLY destroy the universe.

And when you basically dare someone to destroy the universe to prove they can...

Well, Nebula keeps flipping existence off and on again.

She even lets the Avengers run away without stopping them just so she can hit them with nonexistence a few times.

(Also noticed by Quasar and Jarvis back in the Avengers Subbasement. Not to mention the monitor room they were in exploded a little when it monitored Nebula's apotheosis.)

Starfox wonders what Nebula is trying to accomplish by flicking existence on and off. Unlike the previous times with the compressor photo negative-ing everything, these lapses in existence aren't really discombobulating the Avengers.

But it turns out that Nebula is just having a blast willing the universe out of existence over and over again. Calling it "a pleasure unmatched in all my life!"

Well, okay then. I might have to kink shame.

But while Nebula is enjoying that and tormenting the Avengers, she's stopped paying attention to the Stranger who has just been sprawled on the ground the whole time.

The Stranger finds Gunthar and demands he explain how Nebula was able to absorb all the energy from the Infinity Union.

Gunthar Explains It All.

After he and Nebula stole the thing, they studied it. And they lucked into discovering the frequency on which it operates. So Gunthar implanted a bio-receiver in Nebula's brain which let her receive all those Infinity Union energies.

Which doesn't explain why the Infinity Union even exists or why Nebula had to wait for Spider-Man to accidentally trigger it instead of just getting one of her goons to do so. Or why it was even booby trapped to go off if anyone other than her touched it. Why even rely on someone else touching the thing?

Dumb. Dumb plot.

Now that the Stranger knows how the thing worked, he has an idea for how to stop it. And he teleports himself and Gunthar to Nebula's ship.

Meanwhile, the Avengers continue distracting Nebula. Although, not on purpose. But they're doing a good job drawing all of her attention.

They stumble into a weapons room and Nebula has animated all of the weapons against the Avengers.

Iron Man gets the energy drained out of his armor. Spider-Man gets trapped in a tube.

Giant-Sized Nebula shows up to kill the rest and they book it into an airlock, hoping it will slow her down. For good measure, Sersi seals the chamber on a molecular level.

But Thor wasn't happy just running away. He's livid that he's had to leave two allies behind.

Over on Nebula's ship, the Stranger finds the Infinity Union. He can change the frequency so Nebula can't pull this off again but to de-cosmic her, the bio-implant in her brain will need to be removed.

And the mustachioed space man contacts the Avengers to let them know that part is all up to them.

Captain America protests that removing an implant from her brain could kill Nebula but the Stranger doesn't care. And neither does Thor.

Now that he has an objective to aim for, he tears out of the airlock in one second (making the thought that it'd stymie Nebula at all ridiculous) and throws the torn off airlock at Nebula.

Which she melts in midair. Cosmic power.

But while she's again distracted by the Avengers, the Stranger redirects the flow of energy into himself, stunning Nebula just long enough

for Sersi to rip the implant from her brain and using her powers to heal up the wound right after.

Not going to begrudge Sersi for doing a good job and she's the newest Avenger so she deserves some cool moments.

But this really seems like it'd be a job for Vision.

Nebula shrinks to normal sized Nebula. And Spider-Man grabs her. Despite his usual demeanor, he's so fed up with this cosmic adventure that he almost punches her in the face despite the fight being over.

Thor stops him though. Says yeah he'd like to punch her in the face too but the fighting is done.

Spider-Man: "You're right, Thor. I know, I'm sorry. This is just a little more than I'm used to. I'm still a bit shell-shocked." Captain America: "We understand, son. The situations the Avengers often find themselves in can be quite unsettling --"

Then Gunthar calls on a big monitor to tell everyone the Stranger has been injured by absorbing all that energy. Oh no, not our good friend the Stranger. I can't imagine the Avengers without the Stranger.

Anyway.

He's fine after a scene transition.

The machines in his medical lab put him on the path to recovery.

Iron Man even gets to charge his armor back up from a convenient wall socket.

And so this arc is finally wrapping up.

Captain America and Vision strongly suggest to the Stranger that the Infinity Union should be destroyed since it's too dangerous to exist and doesn't serve any real purpose.

And the Stranger agrees.

And then while everyone is distracted by that, Gunthar teleports himself and Nebula to safety.

Nebula's ship NYOOMs before the Stranger or any of the Avengers can really respond. And the Stranger's own ship is too banged up from all the Cosmic Nebula nonsense to give chase anyway.

Nebula may not be great at filling Thanos' huge shoes and most of her plans don't make a lot of sense but damn is she good at getting away without facing consequences.

Captain America decides that with her compressor and Infinity Union plot foiled, it's going to be a while before she threatens anyone again.

Soooo... the Avengers would like to go home. Please and thank you. And the Stranger teleports them back to the Avengers Sub-basement, startling Jarvis and Quasar.

The Stranger: "Fare thee well, Avengers! You have earned the respect of the Stranger -- now and forevermore!"

Hey... what happened to the Quinjets the Avengers rode into space on?

Damn, these guys lose a lot of Quinjets.

Starfox is taken for medical treatment in the Avengers Sub-basement medical lab and Captain America walks Spider-Man up to the surface.

Where Captain America has noticed Spider-Man's second thoughts about becoming an Avenger and lets him off easy.

By firing him before he has to tell Cap he wants to quit.

Captain America: "Spider-Man, I feel your abilities are needed on the war on crime... I just don't know if they work best in a group... Or against the kind of menaces we face." Spider-Man: "Hey, you'll get no real argument from me! Then again, you guys never seem to do much about the Kingpins of this world, either!" Captain America: "I know. And maybe it works best that way. What I'm saying is, we are honored to call you a friend, but I don't think being a member of the Avengers is best for you." Spider-Man: "I'm fired?" Captain America: "Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way." Spider-Man: "Hey, no problem, Cap. It's actually kind of a load off, if you know what I mean. Call me if Galactus comes around! Take care!" Captain America: "You too, Spider-Man!"

Dammit.

That was a five issue arc, with Spider-Man and "guest-starring the Amazing Spider-Man" slapped prominently on each cover, which had Spider-Man join the Avengers for a hot minute, and then get fired at the end.

Boo.

I do wonder if this was a swerve or if it was always going to go this way. The writer changed mid-arc so maybe the intended ending also changed.

Anyway. Funny how this issue seems to get the idea that different superheroes tackle different things. While the Avengers are tackling cosmic nonsense, Spider-Man can thwart the Kingpin's criminal schemes. And at no point did Spider-Man have to say that he deals with the "real issues."

In the Marvel universe, cosmic nonsense and a giant man in charge of all crime are equally real issues.

Next Avengers time, the start of a six-part arc. Why? But next week, Avengers West Coast #60 where we get back to the Wanda is evil and crazy arc. Oh, joy.

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[born-to-lose]

Disasters on Ice

Pairing: Zakk x Brodie

Requested by @zigmentality

Summary: Ice skating sounds like a cute first date, but not if neither of them can skate and keep falling on their asses.

Tags: fluff, ice skating

Words: 758

A/N: And again something fluffy for my boys 🥰 thank you Murky for feeding my brainrot

Tag list: @number-of-the-beast-is-666 @smokeandmirrorz (tagging you guys because I know you like Deathgasm, feel free to ask to be taken off the list)

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Over the last couple of months, it had become obvious that what Zakk and Brodie had going on probably wasn't purely platonic anymore. Still, Brodie only now brought up the courage to ask him out because Zakk certainly wasn't going to do it; he had too much pride.

Since it was winter, going to an ice rink seemed perfect. It wasn't boring and sounded cute because he couldn't skate and he doubted Zakk could so they could hold hands a lot - and that without it being cheesy or too forward or anything because they would need to hold each other's hand in order to keep balance.

"Do you wanna go ice skating later? As an uh… date?" He had no idea how to approach this and the risk that his friend wouldn't understand it if he was more subtle was too high so he simply got straight to the point.

Zakk raised an eyebrow for a second but smiled when he clarified it was a date. "Sure, can you skate?"

He nervously bit his lip. He would have liked to appear cool and say he could, but lying to him and turning out to be an absolute disaster on ice would have been even more embarrassing. "No… but it will be fun, I promise."

"Fun when we fall on our asses," Zakk joked before getting up to grab his jacket.

"C'mon it won't be that bad!" Brodie insisted.

"So much for 'it won't be that bad'," Zakk yelled the moment his back made contact with the ice not even a minute after stepping on the skating rink.

Brodie tried to hold back laughter before asking, "Are you okay man?"

"Yeah," he groaned, grabbing the other boy's hand to help himself get up.

"Do you need one of those skating aid penguins for kids?" he teased.

Zakk rolled his eyes and held Brodie's hand tighter as he slowly tried to move forwards. "Nope, but I'll pull you down with me every time so you'll stop laughing."

Soon enough, Brodie was the next one to fall and, grasping Zakk's hand even tighter when he felt himself tripping, they both hit the ice. "Hey, I said I'll pull you down, not you me!"

"Well, now we're even."

The sight of other people, among them children, perfectly skating past them only frustrated the two more. They looked at each other with a blank expression before Zakk pointed out, "This is sad. We can't keep ourselves standing up for two minutes when even kids ten years younger than us can do it."

"I mean, this is our first time and they probably did it more often," Brodie tried to explain. "But yeah, we're never gonna master it."

"Next try?" Zakk asked, reaching out his hand.

He nodded and they helped each other up again. This time, they could make it to the other side of the oval ice rink, albeit with struggle and many almost-falls, but what counted was that they somehow managed to move this far without any broken bones.

"Hey, we're almost halfway around the rink!" Brodie said, trying to encourage Zakk, although he was probably even worse at ice skating than his date.

"Fucking hell, how long did it take us?"

Quickly glancing at his watch and realizing it had been too long to actually say how much time they had already spent here, he said, "Doesn't matter, we didn't have any other plans for today anyway."

It was just their luck that immediately after celebrating their minimal success, Zakk lost his balance and - still clinging to Brodie's hand - pulled him down with him once more.

"How many times was that now?"

"Far too many."

They both started laughing and made no attempt to get up, just lying there and laughing increasingly hysterically. After they had calmed down, they slowly stood up again and decided to just make their way hand over hand along the railing towards the exit.

"Y'know this was the most fun I had in a while. Even if we shouldn't consider a career as professional skaters," Zakk smirked after they gave back their rented ice skates.

Brodie chuckled for a moment before he noticed that Zakk was holding his hand again, as if they still depended on it like they had until ten minutes ago. He held it a little tighter because he didn't want his silence to be interpreted as a sign that he didn't like it, because he very much did.

Seems like the bruises and hurting asses and knees paid off, after all.

[prompts-adrien-sugar]

Ain’t it real funny how some people in a certain fandom circle usually go out of their way to mindlessly hate on a character, then on the same grounds, turn around and say that this villain is morally better, or saying their rival for the love interest is better (even when all the attributes are literally from fanon, taking the positive attributes from said chara and projecting onto the rival, or just one-off scenes) all while taking this shit out of context?

[heliconcarpet]

Any Port in a Storm

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Chapter : 3 of 5 ( 1 | 2 )

Relationship : Trafalgar Law x Gn!Reader childhood friend

Summary : Timeline goes into post-marineford, right after Heart Pirates placed Luffy and Jinbe in the safest place under the Kuja Kingdom. And also, it's a pre-Rocky Port accident for Law's warlords title.

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The sun, as Shachi just said, has a job to melt his skin and his crew mate's furry skin. It's a New World climate after all, what would he complain about then? He only accepted those oddities and survived.

" I'd like to meet Amazon Lily's female bear ..." Bepo slumps himself on the deck, tongue slightly out, feeling the wind wash his sweat away.

He wasn't joking because he had been soaked hard in sweat since the days before he entered the Amazon Lily.

" Told you, Bepo, no female bear in there! The only female human available! " This time, Shachi said to him. He and Bepo enjoyed the cool wind.

The topic they talked about was still the same. Polar Tang has been out of the Kuja Kingdom's area. Personally, for Law, it's been an odd couple of weeks. First, he met Mugiwara and saved his dear life, second it was Silver Reyleigh who came to visit and mentioned something about 'the storm'. Law, though 'the storm' is indeed about the role of the Ds, counts him in. His brain began to roll out, think, think, and make a plan. It's all he remembered that one of the factories at Sabaody belonged to Joker, aka Doflaminggo. So he made a bold decision to destroy Doflaminggo's black market, and the rest would be up to Kaidou the yonkou to face Doflaminggo's damage. But first things first, he needs full access to visit the hidden laboratory in Punk Hazard. What should he do then? The plan that is going on.

" Law, what would we face next? " Penguin stands beside Law. He was curious to see what kind of plan Law would come up with but Law only stared at the sea horizon, unbothered. Penguin thinks how deep in thought Law now is.

" I think I'm going into a personal mission. However I must build it well so I could get a smooth execution. For now, we are heading to the next town because I need some supplies for medical journals. "

" We had already depleted our herb supplies. If I'm not mistaken, Law, there's a good medical antique shop somewhere on a spring climate island. " Penguin's suggestion just grabbed Law's attention. He had heard about the famous medical supply store in the New World area. It somewhat fits with Penguin's explanation of how the location is exactly on a spring climate island.

" Got it, we'll go there then. Grab your notes and better yet, check twice how many items need to be supplied. I will check the log pose. " Said Law places his firm grip on Penguin's shoulder.

" Shachi, Bepo, prepare all the crews. Do check our stuff before Polar Tang reaches the next town! It's an order. " Law eyeing these two guys before leaving the deck immediately.

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The rest of the crews completed the log pose check as dusk approached on the horizon. Today's conclusion is made as it took five days straight to reach the spring climate island. Law just hopes that the unexpected climate in the New World doesn't bother them too much. At least everything must go well with the plan, or another backup plan, Law plans. He's a mastermind, as usual.

The door was closed by Law. He walked slowly to the work chair, resting his sore back and neck. A study desk in front of him has never been empty without a bunch of papers, or books. The medical books were larger than Law's head. Back when he was eight years old, a tiny boy clumped himself into a huge encyclopedia where it got paid by you. Yes, you. Many years ago, a small memory had always been safe in the back of his mind, inside his hippocampus. It is supposed to be thirteen years or so since post-Flevance, sixteen years after you moved from the White Town and by those years without him forgetting your existence. He wondered it a lot when the world got quiet, or when he stared blankly at the night sky. In Law's hippocampus, a room he puts memories safely, it has been you and Cora-san existences.

Law's hand unconsciously reaches something under the pile of thick medical journals. It's his notebook, it is covered with a blue thin leather material. He used to scribble his mind through it, mostly the medical rant analysis and on other days he just kept a simple journaling. He flips page by page, ironing the slightly crumpled paper until he finds what his unconscious mind has searched for. Law hands it with extra care, at first it's just a common stuff for bookmarked pages, however to him having dried daisies as a bookmark was something else.

A one daisy contains the bucket of daisies memories, a bucket that has never been delivered to you. From the North Blue to the New World, it almost like an instinct for Law to tracked your footstep traces, in every island he first stepped into, in each corners of the town he visited, even once he had wander off from the crew and found random bookstore that he only wished your back was able to get reached. Oftentimes, he met a dead end.

While Law's thought swims in and out back to the past, there were busy movement outside, " Captain, dinner's ready! come out or I clean over the curry before you! ". Bepo's hurry voice just snapped Law back to present time, he sighed deeply and put down the dried daisies on one page of his blue notebook, closes it neatly.

Perhaps, all words Law had muttered which contains your name weren't reached you, like a wave hadn't never been reached the shore. Sometimes the amount of self conclusion Law has made surprises him much.

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A hustle bustle dinner just passed. Apparently, Penguin made a little improvisation for tonight's curry recipe. He added a pile of bananas into it, blended until it got smooth enough to be mixed on broth. Law thought it had quite a brilliant taste since it could be called an experimental recipe. Now everyone's tummies are full, they sometimes get back in their rooms or just gather around in the kitchen pantry after cleaning the dishes. Somehow Law needs fresh air, so during the dinner he told everyone to surface Polar Tang for hours. He really needs a very good distraction after dinner. A breeze at night air often calms his hectic mind down.

The yellow submarine just surfaced and Law goes outside to the upper deck of Polar Tang, as he predicted, tonight's sea wind is quite strong. The wind already blew his capuchon away, his hair got messy in an instant. Law tightened his cobalt blue jumper lace on both sides. It would be an unwise decision if he kept his signature hat lying on top especially in these hours. Even though the wind gushes hard, the waves are quite calm. The waves bathed in moonlight, tonight's moon seems to be a full moon but it turns out to be a waxing gibbous phrase. A phrase known as symbolizing the concept of 'final steps'. It is a time for people to strive to complete their projects, just as the moon 'strives' to become full. Somehow the moon concept matches with Law's solo mission as well, it only a matter of time to get complete.

Speaking about a favourite spot in Polar Tang, Law has always had one. The spot is behind the Polar Tang lamppost, everyone who stole their captain's favourite spot would move when they caught Law near the spot. He used journaling here or just spent a nap time, hinds himself from the noises. Law's mind, as usual, had a busy circuit to plan this and that. He had enough of a familiar sense of trial and error, although it aims for many possibilities to come.

" Cora-san, what would you say to me if you were here? "

Law throws the question up for the night sky above him. A million of twinkling stars stared back at him. He wonders if Cora-san has been living side by side with his family. They were in there, dancing amongst the stars and you probably lived with them as well. A white noise sound from the sea wave crashing the submarine made Law's eyes blinked heavily. His gaze now straight to the moths doing phototaxis around the lamppost. He wrapped more tight his crossed arms when an unattended wind slaps his face. He closes his eyelids to shut, letting the auditory system enjoy the surrounding noises. But then, a faint voice came near Law's current spot.

" Captain, time's up. It's already past an hour, go get some sleep. '' said Penguin. He grabs Law's left shoulder and waits for the response. A guy who should respond only gives Penguin a small nod. Law can hear Penguin sighed at him.

" Law, come on."

This time it is Law's turn to sighed back, he raises the arse to up and lets Penguin drag him to come inside of the Polar Tang.

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Note :

Writing about Law's quiet hours has been my fav so far. I felt at ease studying characters such as Law's vulnerable side, and how he embraces the past like any broken tape that replays over and over. I'd like to remain convinced that a bond between Law and Rosinante was unshakeable throughout time 🕊️

[gavillain]

If you were forced to name one thing you hate about each the core Overtaker's, what would it be?

For some of them, this is gonna be easy. For others, this is gonna be really hard. I'm gonna do my best though...

Maleficent - In Sleeping Beauty, there is absolutely NOTHING that I hate about her. She's literally perfect. But over in Kingdom Hearts I can answer that. I hate how she is reduced to a secondhand villain and the Big Bad Wannabe in comparison to Xehanort. It doesn't suit her, and it's kinda just a trashy way to build up Xehanort as "Eviler Than Thou." It just makes her feel degraded and not like herself, and that's actually what spurred QAGA in the first place - my desire to right the ship XD

Hades - Easy one, I hate that his voice actor, James Woods, is a terrible person. And what's worse is that Woods is so openly terrible on twitter that it's hard to ignore. Sometimes it's hard to reconcile loving Hades when his voice actor is so terrible, but the character is so good and so special to me that I have to.

Ursula - I hate that they try to make her into Triton's sister in the Broadway Musical based on the deleted concept from the film. It doesn't match their dynamic, imo, and we'd seen sibling rivalry hatred already done better with Hades/Zeus and Scar/Mufasa. Pat Carroll sees Ursula and Triton as ex-lovers and several tie-in books agree, and THAT matches their dynamic in the movie much better.

Loki - I hate that he's such a fangirl bait character that Marvel themselves both in the comics and the MCU pandered to that by turning him into a redeemed good guy who feels like a shadow of his former self. He was and is one of the greatest villains of all time, but Marvel actively stripped Loki of pretty much everything that made him cool in order to appeal to the loudest sect of his fanbase instead of just doing justice by the character. He more than any other character makes me keenly aware of how the rest of fandom has moved away from just liking good villains as villains.

Doctor Doom - A very light one in this case, but I hate how despite the fact that he has SUCH a cool design, he can look so OFF depending on the art style, particularly with his mask. Some artists make him look so doofy, and even when he doesn't look doofy, sometimes the artists make his mask look fatter or more squashed than it actually is supposed to be. I wish he was more consistent with his design.

Russell Edgington - I hate how he was killed off before the opening credits of the season five finale. I liked his actual death scene a lot, but given how great of a villain he was and how little he'd gotten to do that season, which was supposed to be his "big return," it just felt premature and like a waste. He deserved more time.

Fish Mooney - Same EXACT problem as Russell except worse. I hate how she was killed off so abruptly and unceremoniously in the season three finale. Once again, I LIKED the death itself and her dying in Penguin's arms. That was really good. But just the fact that she did basically nothing after returning and then got killed off suddenly and without any build up was just bad.

Jafar - This is probably the hardest one to come up with something, because I don't really hate anything about Jafar. I think he's pretty perfect. I guess I hate that he's not in the Aladdin TV series. Does that count? Hades and Ursula got to be the villains of their respective shows. We couldn't have gotten some more adventures fighting Jafar?

Captain Hook - I hate pretty much everything the show did with him from season three onward. Like season two and season three onward Hook genuinely do feel like two separate characters. The writers very obviously changed everything about him to capitalize on Colin being a handsome heartthrob by making him into a love interest instead of a villain. He and Loki have a very similar answer to this question. Keep my boys as bad guys, dammit.

Queen Grimhilde - Another really hard one. I guess I hate that there's not more scenes of her as the queen. I understand completely why most of her scenes are the more cartoonish looking witch because it was easier to animate back in the early days of hand drawn animation. But she looks so cool and Lucille LaVerne does such a good job as the queen that I wish we could have gotten more screentime of her. Sometimes I have trouble getting LaVerne's voice for her in my head when I'm writing and I have to default to Susanne Blakeslee, which isn't ideal for Grimmie.

[bichlordstories]

15: Blood Sport

Sekijiro quickly rushed towards Recovery Girl's recovery room with adrenaline rushing through his veins.

He never seen you like that. Never had he seen you go berserk on someone so harshly. Then again, it was most definitely because nobody was down there to hold you back, to remind you to redirect your fury to a villain.

But you weren't fighting a villain. You were fighting another student.

He burst through the door, expecting to see you, Todoroki and Recovery girl. Instead of just you three, there was two other people.

All Might and Endeavour.

"Sekijiro-san! What are you doing here?" All might asked.

"I came to see my student." Was all Sekijiro said.

Endeavour scowled at All Might, not even sparing Sekijiro a glance. He walked past the two men and stood next to your bed.

Most of the blood was cleaned off, but you were still covered in hints of crimson. Looking over to Todoroki, he was looking a lot better.

Recovery Girl walked between yours and Todoroki's beds and scanned you both, nodding at Todoroki's body. She turned to Endeavour and spoke in a friendly but not condescending tone.

"Your son is completely fine now, his wounds are all closed up."

"Hm." Endeavour grunted in relief.

"He did have a major concussion-"

Endeavour visibly tensed at this as well as All Might and Sekijiro.

"-but that has been fixed with the help of a donor's blood." The older woman waved off with a smile.

"A... donor?" Sekijiro muttered in surprise.

"(Y/n)..." All Might said, catching both Sekijiro's and Endeavour's attention.

"Yes... (L/n)-san here has special blood. Not only do their body reproduce blood at a fast rate, but it has regenerative properties within it." Recovery Girl explained.

Endeavour looked past the woman at your sleeping form.

Only hints of bruises and a large burn scar on your right arm, in fact, it covered your arm all the way to your shoulder. No doubt it was Recovery Girl's doing... but could it also be yours?

"Looks like he's awake! Hello there, young man!"

Endeavour snapped his head towards his own son, who was sitting up.

It was almost as though he wasn't hurt at all.

Once Shoto locked eyes with his father, he glared at the man and turned from him.

"You are looking a lot better young Todoroki!" All Might said proudly.

"Perhaps they will find themself awake soon?" Sekijiro said, referring to you, who was laying in bed.

"I'm not so sure... their blood doesn't work as well on them as it does on others." Recovery girl said.

This surprised the men a bit.

"Aizawa-san's facial fracture was completely healed due to (L/n)-san's blood. However,(L/n)-san's Blood doesn't really work that well on themselves, if at all. It's as though they're immune to the regeneration the blood provides." Recovery Girl explained.

The elderly woman walked over to you and slowly pulled the blanket over you, leaving your arms uncovered.

"I'm afraid they'll have to miss the ceremony today." She said.

You missed the reward ceremony, unfortunately.

While All Might had to leave because of the ceremony and Endeavour left because he had no more business in the clinic, Sekijiro stayed with you. Although Recovery Girl was extremely hesitant, she decided to leave due to Sekijiro's request.

"Just press that button right there in case of an emergency. I'll be sure to tell you about the ceremony after, okay?" The elderly woman said.

Sekijiro grunted and stayed in the his seat.

Within an hour or two, Recovery Girl walked back in... with Nezu and Aizawa.

Aizawa has his bandages off completely, leaving just a scar that wasn't really noticeable.

Recovery Girl excuses herself and left the three (four of you count your unconscious body) alone to discuss something.

Vlad King immediately stood up, Boeing a bit to the Chimera that was the principal.

"Principal Nezu." Was all he could say.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn't really defend you much this time, especially since you nearly beaten a kid to death long after he passed out.

Nezu raised a paw as if to say hi and chill out.

"Please, relax Vlad King! I am simply here to discuss (L/n) and your tutoring."

That did not ease the pit in Sekijiro's stomach.

"...I have failed as a teacher, Principal Nezu. This was an error on my behalf." Sekijiro quickly said with a bow in order to shift blame onto himself.

"Well I don't think that. I actually believe you both did a very good job!" Nezu smiles while referring to the two of you.

Sekijiro studied the anthropomorphic rat to see if there were any signs of him joking.

"But, Nezu, sir, they lost control."

"Yes. They did." Nezu replied before leaning in closer.

"In a battle."

As if this rat couldn't confuse Vlad King more...

"Sir, what are you saying?" He asked.

Nezu stood up straight with a wider smile.

"Todoroki and (L/n) were fighting in the first place. And although (L/n) had caused serious injuries, due to their blood and Recovery Girl, Todoroki came out completely fine, if not just a little sore." Nezu clapped his paws together and walked toward your sleeping body.

"People were quickly put at ease by Todoroki's quick recovery... though there is still some skepticism."

Nezu turned back to Sekijiro with an expression that told him he means business.

"While (L/n) was permitted to fight in the sports festival, it still brings some concerns to me." Nezu said.

"Although the reports from you say that they are improving significantly, they still lost control during the battle. Luckily for them, it was a battle, which helps to bring less suspicion to onlookers."

"So... what is it that you want me to do." Sekijiro asked.

"Not just you. Both you and Aizawa." Nezu held a paw out towards the scruffy teacher.

"For the most part, you have been handling (L/n)-san on your own. But with Aizawa, not only will you be able to deactivate their quirk immediately when it gets out of hand, but you'll also have another mind with different ways of teaching them!" Nezu said before his watch went off.

"Oh goodness! Would you look at that! Time for tea!" Nezu exclaimed happily.

"Principal Nezu, Wait-"

But he was already gone.

Aizawa silently stood next to your bed before sighing.

"...how troublesome..."

Sekijiro looked at Aizawa, then back down at you.

"I'm sorry you were wrapped into this." He said in a tired tone.

"I wasn't forced into this, I was the one to propose the idea." Aizawa said, surprising the large pro hero.

"You... want to-"

"Yes, I want to help this kid."

Aizawa walked around the bed to stand next to Sekijiro.

"The kid took down one of my best students, Sekijiro. But they aren't just a meathead like All Might or Endeavour, they have strategy. The only thing that clouds their judgement is their quirk."

The scruffy teacher brought out his phone, texting someone before continuing.

"They may not be my student, but they are a future worth protecting. Otherwise you wouldn't be there for them, would you?" Aizawa stopped and turned to the larger man.

"I guess." Sekijiro said simply.

The two men sat in silence, waiting for you to wake up or for Recovery Girl to return.

The door handle twisted and opened to reveal a couple students from 1B.

"Yo, (L/n)! We're here to-" Tetsutetsu said out loud before he was interrupted by a hand slapping over his mouth.

Kendo apologized to the two teachers and tried dragging Tetsutetsu out, only for Pony to slip past her and wrap her arms around you.

"Pony, no!" Kendo helped out in concern.

Your arm twitched before slowly wrapping around the horned girl's torso. Your eyes were still shut but you were becoming conscious.

"...what are you doing, stupid?" You muttered groggily, unaware of what was happening around you.

Monoma came up to the bed and crossed his arms while looking down at you.

"Damn, you look like shit-" Monoma said before earning a chop from Kendo.

"No swearing, Monoma-san." Sekijiro scolded.

"Only 20!?"

"Seriously? 20?"

"Wait, (L/n) has what now???"

To say the class was disappointed was an understatement. You had less internship offers than Tetsutetsu, and that sorta made the class a little more than exasperated.

"But, they got into 2nd place in the sports festival. In all 3 challenges. They carried class 1B to the finals- why do they have only 20 offers?" Rin asked.

"That's a load of bullshit!" Tetsutetsu yelled.

"Language please." Sekijiro sighed.

While everyone was ranting in some way, you were staring at your clenched hands. You weren't really having a great time today after people on the streets started avoiding you like the plague, which meant you couldn't pet any dogs. This also meant fearful glances from people... but the dogs are more important.

There was also the fact that you weren't getting many offers from heroes... but at least you got some... right?

"Maybe it's because they were too scary for most of heroes watching?" Tokage suggested bluntly with shrugged shoulders.

Everyone's mood slightly dampened at this until the silver haired girl, Reiko, spoke.

"...Maybe they just can't handle (Y/n)'s awesomeness." She said in a blunt, emotionless way.

Immediately, the class started smiling and chuckling.

"Yeah, they're leagues beyond heroes like some chick in a pink Ugandan knuckles costume." Kurorio said with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, or some other trash-tier hero who's full of himself." Kosei added.

"(L/n) is too cool! So cool, in fact, they give penguins a brain freeze!!!" Tetsutetsu said enthusiastically.

You were taken out of your thoughts and stared at Tetsutetsu as if he was stupid.

Soon, your classmates started making stupid jokes, which brought you back to your usual self.

"...I'm surrounded by idiots." You said out loud as the compliments kept being thrown at you.

"Yeah but we're your idiots." Kosei smirked.

Immediately, you flushed red and told the boy to shut up and go to hell, earning a couple laughs from the guy.

"Alright, that's enough." Sekijiro said, finally done with the banter.

Your classmates settled down as the large man stood up from his own desk and let in a familiar woman with BDSM gear and stuff.

"You will be creating your own hero names. Whatever you put will be the alias you use for your internships, however, Midnight here will be the one to decide whether or not the name you choose is acceptable." Sekijiro passed out boards where you would sign your hero name.

One by one, your classmates signed the names they chose, some having to redo them due to Midnight rejecting the ridiculous names.

You were the last one with a still blank board and the only one with a marker hovering over the board.

There was no way you were going for crimson riot, though It probably would have fit you if it wasn't already in use. You weren't going for something stupid, but nothing downright edgy. You wanted a good name, not some label for a clown.

Unknown to you, the class was waiting on you, some even becoming impatient.

"Dude! Do blood god!" Kosei whispered/yelled to you.

You looked up from your board and narrowed your eyes at the teen.

"The hell? No." You hissed back.

"Yeah, do it!" Kurorio said.

A couple desks away from you, the manga kid kid with the speech bubble for a head, Manga, had the words 'blood for our blood god' written on his face.

"Blood god." Tetsutetsu started.

"Blood god."

"Blood god."

Soon, the whole class started chanting. Your teacher and Midnight didn't even tell the kids to shut up, instead they just watched in amusement as they repeated the words over and over again.

A vein popped out of your neck as you forced the irritation down before scribbling your hero name down with incredible force.

You stalked up to the front with the board slammed it onto the chalkboard, somehow having it stick there.

"There, are you happy!?" You yelled to the class.

Your classmates were silent. And so was your teacher. Midnight looked at the paper before licking her lips seductively and smiling an approving smile.

"I'll accept that."

The class soon broke into cheers, papers being strewn across the floor as Kurorio, Kosei, and Juzo jumped from their seats and hugged each other, jumping up and down while Tetsutetsu cried tears of joy.

The girls and the sensible boys looked on unimpressed or in shock.

You were in awe... at how idiotic this class was. You almost wished Nezu kicked you out of UA. Almost.

Meanwhile...

Aizawa stopped mid sentence during his teachings and listened along with the rest of his class.

"...Blood god... Blood god... blood god..."

His eye twitched in disbelief and annoyance.

His students looked at each other in confusion, some whispering while others tried their best to ignore it.

The chanting stopped when something banged against the wall and an angry voice said something loudly.

After a couple seconds of quiet, Aizawa muttered something under his breathe loud enough for the students at front to hear.

"...what the hell are they doing..."

All of the sudden, there was cheering.

Cheers of joy, people shifting around and out of their seats next door.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" A voice exclaimed before the chanting became loud again.

"Blood god, blood god, blood god, blood god-"

"Dicks out for the blood- AHHHHHHH!!!!" Someone screamed.

Aizawa turned towards his door, muttering something under his breathe and walking towards the door.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." Aizawa said and disappeared out the door, leaving the class bewildered, amused, and kinda scared.

~~~~~~~

Y'all must be wondering who (L/n) is gonna intern with... lets just say a mass majority of you aren't gonna like it.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Best Things ~ J.V. (part 8)

A/n: This part is super upsetting. Character death, graphic violence, I dare even say gore. Homophia, which I should have been warning a while back I am so sorry for that. Things are gonna get HEAVY- I am so sorry lol.

Word Count: 3800+

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"Nah, you're not crazy," Harleen giggled.

"Says you," Y/n teased, rolling his eyes. "You may have a doctorate, but you're also bias."

Her smile widened. "Okay that's fair." Y/n sighed, sitting back in his chair. He looked down at his hands, smile small as he got lost in thought. "What's on your mind?"

"Harleen is kind of a mouthful," Y/n told her. "Do you like the name?"

She tilted her head, as if considering. "I never did. When I was younger I had a friend who called me Lee, but with things happening-" Y/n's face scrunched up and Harleen snorted. "Exactly. Name's already taken- and it would be even weirder if I went by Dr. Lee, so I scratched it."

Y/n nodded. Then he sat forward, his elbows resting on the table. "So you've never had any other nicknames?" She shook her head and then shrugged when Y/n donned a surprise expression. "Well I have to give you one then. That's what friends do, right?" She grinned at Y/n's words and he watched the room get a little brighter. She was magic like that- as if she was made of sunshine. Her happiness was contagious, and she made the world a little better. She was accepting and also calm, making him feel safe as well as loved. She was his best friend and he was hers and they gave each other something they couldn't get with anyone else: unhindered fun with absolutely no expectations. It was an odd place to find real friendship in, but here they were anyway. "What about... Leena?" She immediately shook her head and he chuckled. "Uh... I mean, there's always Harley."

She considered that. "You know what, I like it." She crossed her arms. "Harley Quinzel." She nodded. "I'll allow it."

Y/n rolled his eyes. She was only like four years older than him, but had far too quickly fallen into a rhythm of acting like an adult talking to a child every once in a while, as a joke. Whether she was flaunting the years she had over him, or the schooling, Y/n wasn’t sure, but he refused to acknowledge it and it had become an unspoken inside joke between them. "What about you? I have to give you one now."

Y/n shrugged. "I don't like nicknames."

Harley tilted her head, the bottom of her blonde ponytail brushing her shoulder. "Why not? You like giving them."

"Well, yeah..." He bit his lip. "It's just, every bad guy has a code name, you know? Oswald Cobblepot goes by Penguin. Edward Nygma is going around as Riddler. Then there's Mr. Freeze. I just feel like if I take an alias, it'll be official you know? I'll be as crazy as the people I associate with and as evil as everyone says I am."

Harley hummed. "Okay, that's fair." She sighed, raising her hands to rest her chin in her palm. "Speaking of people you associate with. You and Jerome..."

Y/n's mood darkened. It had been a while now and Oswald was gone and Jerome still hadn't made an appearance. "I think he's mad at me." Harley tilted her head in confusion and Y/n shrugged. "I left with Alfred because Bruce needed me. Didn't give him a heads up, and then went missing for, like, months..." He shook his head. "Maybe he thinks I've gone back to my old life, or that I've left him behind. I just feel like he's avoiding me and one doesn't usually do that for no reason, so I figure-"

"What if he's just busy?" Harley proposed.

Y/n snorted. "With what? Reading a really good book series?"

Harley pursed her lips. "I guess you have a point."

"Why do you even care?" Y/n asked, raising his hands to knit his fingers behind his head.

Harley stared at him silently for a long time. She had the look on her face she always does when she'd trying to read Y/n's mind. When she's analyzing everything she learned in school and looking at the actions and words that he was currently giving as context, as well as past ones, and then somehow putting it all together to figure out the secrets sometimes even he didn't know. The same magic that made Arkham home also gave her the ability to read minds- Y/n had determined she was a proper superhero.

After she reached some kind of conclusion - she always nodded after she'd done the reading and then switched which leg was crossed over the other - a little smile teased her lips. She was trying to hide it. And failing. Y/n tried not to be curious. Usually when Harley didn't tell him something it was because he wasn't ready to hear it... but that smile. It was too late. He had to know. "What?"

Once he asked, the gate broke and she grinned. "You're in love with him."

Y/n snorted. "No. I'm not." The coy curl of Harley's lips added to her raised eyebrows to make Y/n doubt himself, even though he could feel his feelings and knew that it wasn't... he didn't... no way. "He's important to me," Y/n gave. "I care for him. But... love..." Y/n shook his head. "I don't know about that. There's been too much going on- I haven't had enough time with him."

She nodded, expression serious, as if this was a very important discovery. "I call Maid of Honor at the wedding though." They locked eyes as Y/n went to tell her off, but then a slow smile rose to her face as he realized she was joking. They both busted up into laughter.

"Whoever I marry, the position is yours." He winked at her and she flipped her hair, both of them giggling.

A timer went off. Harley stood, gathering her stuff and sighing. "That's my cue. Same time tomorrow?"Y/n nodded then stood.

He draped his arm around her shoulders. "You know, you make this place bearable. You're a real friend to me." He kissed her forehead. "What would I do without you, hm?"

She rested her head on his shoulder for a second before they began walking and it got too awkward to coordinate. "Probably the same thing I'd do without you. Be alone and miserable." She popped up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He pretended to gag and she fell into a short fit of soft giggles. "You're an idiot."

"Ah and yet what I lack for a brain, I make up with a big-" He cut off and she groaned. "Heart," he enunciated. He smirked and she rolled her eyes. "I have quite a large heart, full of love for my favorite gal." He shook her slightly, making a point that said gal was her.

"Every lesbian deserves a best friend with as little brains and as big a heart as you," Harley joked.

"And every gay deserves a best friend with as much brain and just as much heart as you." He finally let her go as she moved to the door that would lead outside. This is where they parted- her, to home, as he was her last patient as per usual. Him, further into the Asylum where he would have dinner then return to his room to be alone and sleep. Goodbyes were the pair's least favorite part of the day. "Until we next meet, Madame," Y/n initiated, pulling away to bow deeply.

Harley grabbed her doctor's coat lightly, pulling it out as if it was a dress as she bowed back. "I shall count the seconds." They laughed one last time, waving before she turned and left. He watched her go until she disappeared. She turned back several times to wave yet again, until she couldn't see him either just by turning around.

The second she was out of sight, the world lost a little color. It was a little darker. His smile got smaller and Y/n's shoulders sagged. He shoved his hands in his pockets before turning back to the hallway that lead to his room, beginning the trek.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him. People rarely touched him. The only person that touched him like this was one that Y/n hated so much that his hands curled into fists in his pocket, his face suddenly cold and empty as he stared straight ahead, halfway through a step- his foot on the ground and extended, but not carrying him forward as it had been intended to. He took a deep breath through his nose. Unfortunately, in all the chaos and people getting booted from Arkham after beating on Y/n, the one person that meant the most hadn't been caught because everyone refused to rat him out.

The man who'd started it all.

"You and her..." The older guard mused, a nasty smirk on his ugly face. "I thought you were gay." He said it mockingly, like he'd caught a child who hadn't said they weren’t hungry sneaking food when everyone seemed to be asleep.

Y/n rolled his eyes, forcing his body to relax as he faced the man. The monster. "Not every girl in the world was born solely for men to shove a dick into them, Jameson." The older man glared and Y/n smiled, getting satisfaction. "As a matter of a fact, Harley and I are just friends."

"You're pretty affectionate for just friends," Jameson argued. Y/n still didn't know the man's first name. He didn't care enough too. He didn't want another name that tasted bitter in his mouth. He already had his fingers crossed he'd never meet a cute boy with the last name Jameson, because the name alone would ruin Y/n's chances before he'd even taken a shot. No reason to make it even harder for himself.

"We're comfortable around each other." He rolled his shoulder back once, slightly stiff from sitting so long. Jameson wouldn't attack, knowing that Y/n would report him instantly- especially in such an open space, with cameras and the chance of someone rounding the corner any second - but one could never be too safe, just in case. "She gets me like no one else does. But, as you so wonderfully pointed out, I'm GAY." Y/n enunciated the word, going the extra mile by taking a step closer to stress it even more. "Girls aren't my thing."

Jameson looked like he wanted to deck Y/n. The younger boy's lips curved into a mocking smile in response. Now the guard was the one who had to control himself. "You guys have a lot in common?"

Y/n shrugged, too caught up in his casual gloating that Jameson couldn't act out like he wanted to- like he used to be able to. "Enough. We talk a lot. She's cool." He relaxed thinking about Harley. "She doesn't think I'm crazy. It's nice." He cleared his throat, focusing back on the enemy in front of him... only to immediately be confused by the very odd expression on Jameson's face. "What?"

"Nothing," the man dismissed, moving to leave. "I've heard enough. You're both a waste." He shook his head as he left and Y/n glared at his back until he was gone. Then the boy turned back toward the cell and finally made his way.

Man, why did he have to be surrounded by such assholes? Why couldn't Harley be around all the time? Why couldn't he be free? They could get an apartment and talk all the time. Help each other get through life and protect each other from unwanted attention. Be themselves all the time. Make jokes and exchange irritated expressions when idiots like Jameson said stupid shit like he always tended to.

Tomorrow. He'd see her tomorrow. That wasn't too far away.

He could wait until then.

-

Y/n's knees gave out from under him and he fell, cracking them on the cement. He didn't even feel it. His attention was being completely held by the TV, which was turned onto the news. It was a small screen that had been installed in one of the Day Rooms recently. They were rarely ever allowed to watch the news, though. In places like Gotham, far too often the news held very upsetting content that set inmates off- either into panics, or into violent rages. Y/n had stood to turn it off when he'd realized what news was being shared. Someone had been murdered. Old news. This was Gotham. Then he'd heard the name.

"23-year-old Harleen Quinzel was found dead earlier today. Her body was badly beaten, with words carved into her stomach. It was the cuts on her wrist that were the cause of death, though it's been determined that none of this was self inflicted. We received a photo of the body recently. Beware: what you're about to see is not for the faint of heart."

Suddenly the screen was showing the broken body of Y/n's best friend. The sunshine girl with the bright smile and the contagious laugh. The girl who was going to be Y/n's Maid of Honor. Y/n's better half. She was limp and unmoving, her eyes wide and empty. Her skin was pale, nearly white, except for where dark, huge bruises and blood discolored it. Her hair had been cut off, the blonde locks left next to her head but clearly detached. Her shirt had been rolled up to letters on her stomach- carved as promised.

There was an L next to a G, in a circle and crossed through once. Underneath the symbol read: Sinner.

Someone was talking, but Y/n couldn't make out what they were saying. A hand in his shoulder and he looked over to see a concerned guard. A woman. She knelt next to Y/n, but she wasn't the one touching him. No, that hand belonged to Jameson, who had a sick expression on his face- a cross between smugness and victory, muted as if he was trying to hide it, badly masked by some version of concern that was so unconvincing that Y/n ripped his shoulder out of the older man's hand.

He was on his feet again and running. Out of the room and to his cell- despite all the people who kept asking him what was going on, and someone in the very back changing the channel as the news reporter announced, "If you have any information, please contact-" Y/n ignored the rules. He ignored the people yelling at him. He ignored the people trying to stop him. He just started running and he didn't stop until he was in his room, where he opened the door and closed it behind him. His heart was ramming against his chest and all he could hear was the rushing of his blood in his ears. He saw black spots and felt an emotion bubble up that he couldn't even begin to put name to. All he knew was that it was dark and twisting and it was very quickly consuming everything good.

Something in him broke. It snapped off. Something vital. Y/n was aching, but he didn't know what it was or where it had fallen to as he lost it. He just knew there was suddenly a gaping hole where something very important used to be, and he felt absolutely terrible with it gone.

On the upside, he could finally breathe. His chest loosened and his body relaxed and as the door opened behind him, he turned to see the person with complete calm.

"Jameson." The word was not a greeting, but more of an observation. No. It was an accusation. The older man smiled and Y/n's insides began to twist and boil- less like a tightening of anxiety and more like a snake, seconds from attacking. "Why?" He stepped forward. "She was innocent."

Jameson scoffed. "You think you two are subtle? You two act like you're together and then talk about how you're not- you just 'get' each other." Jameson shook his head, cracking his knuckles. "You're spreading your sickness, Y/n." The snake coiled tighter, hissing and spitting. Y/n felt his calmness very quickly drop, perfectly placed with rage. His body didn't move, he just suddenly had a bunch of energy and he was waiting for the perfect moment to use it. "You two aren't quiet either. Strutting around here acting so out of line, in front of me. Acting like you're not being evil." Jameson scoffed. "You're evil, Y/n. And if they wouldn't let me punish you here, I'd have to get more creative. Even if you don't see it, you're in love with her. What you think you are is unnatural, and I knew if you could see how you really feel-"

Y/n's hand was around the man's throat. Jameson tried to push the younger boy away or claw his hand off, but Y/n just rammed him into the wall behind him. Jameson's head cracked against the grey wall, his efforts suddenly becoming useless. "You think I'm dangerous as a disease? You're so desperate to cure me. You're about to find just how very dangerous I am, Jameson. All on my own, with just my two hands." And then he began to squeeze. Jameson writhed and fought and clawed but when he started to get strong, Y/n would smash his head again or ram his knee into the man's junk and the efforts died down once again.

It took longer than Y/n thought. Jameson started to change color, his eyes bulging and his lips moving desperately but nothing coming in or out. Just when the man seemed about ready to pass out, Y/n let him drop to the floor. He gasped, clawing to try and get away. Y/n smiled, toeing the door gently closed. Jameson squirmed away, features taken over completely with terror. Y/n felt amazing.

"You will never hurt another person, ever again." Y/n squatted down, taking the man's thin hair in his hands. "Me however?" Y/n giggled. "You've helped create a monster. Know that every person I kill in the future is on your hands. Every injury is your fault. I'm not a violent person, Jameson." He snorted. "Well, I wasn't. But it seems you fuckwads only answer to violence, so..." Y/n shrugged casually. Jameson shook his head, choking out pleads for his life. Y/n snapped the man's neck and he stopped begging. It was so easy... The silence was wonderful. Y/n felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. "I'm done sitting idly while assholes run Gotham." Y/n stood, not even bothering to do anything but leave the door wide open as he walked calmly away, grinning like an idiot.

Something had been broken and lost indeed. It was Y/n's self control. His moral compass that kept him grounded and toeing the line between good and bad. It was the thing that kept reminding him he was a Wayne. That he was a good person. That he had a family that depended on him, in some way or another. That he had Alfred and Bruce, who he did want to visit even if he also wanted a life outside of them. That he had Oswald, who most often found solace in Y/n's sanity and depended on his restraint to reel him in when people were trying to set him off; Oswald needed Y/n's sense to balance his emotions. And, overall, Y/n was driven by pure spite not to let those damn reporters be right. He would be good and successful and he would show all of them that he could be more than the black sheep of the Wayne family. The disappointment of Gotham. The failure, always in the shadow of the Golden Boy younger brother Bruce Wayne.

But those people who Y/n cared about so much had let people like Jameson walk around, unhindered and unchecked. They had let him get beat up for a very long time before he was nearly killed and their hand was forced. They had let evil people run around and control things while they locked up Y/n for being gay. For being attracted to a man even though he wasn't a woman. There were murderers running wild, with super powers and incredible genius, but the problem people were deciding to focus on was that Y/n was gay.

Well, he was done with the lot of them. He was going to get out and prove to all of them that he was more than a Wayne. More than a mistake. More than a shadow. More than evil or good. More than Bruce's older brother. More than the one dude who had feelings for Jerome Valeska. More than one more gay plague on the face of the planet.

They wanted a monster? They would get one. And Y/n wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied, even if it meant all of Gotham had to die.

-

"Knock knock."

The door opened and Y/n looked over, his face finally showing emotion as his surprise rose. "Jerome?"

The redhead smiled, striding toward Y/n as if he has a tasty treat to share. "My little lover boy." Jerome hooked his finger under Y/n's chin. Y/n yanked his face away. Jerome frowned. "Are you mad at me, pretty boy?" Y/n glared at him. "I'll take that as a yes." He leaned backward. "What have I done, My Darling?"

"You've been avoiding me. We haven't talked in, like, months Jerome. What the fuck?"

"A tad dramatic," Jerome hushed. "And not totally fault." Y/n opened his mouth to argue but Jerome gently grabbed Y/n's throat, pressing his fingers gently into the skin. Their faces were suddenly very close and despite himself, Y/n suddenly felt a thrill to finally feel their skin touch as cheek brushed cheek. "I've been busy planning our escape, if you hadn't noticed." Y/n's eyes drifted to see a nervous Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch. "Come with me, won't you? I think we've been apart long enough."

Y/n suddenly began to relax. He didn't manage to smile, but he did get excited. "Well... lead the way."

Jerome left an excited kiss on Y/n's cheek, letting his hand fall away from Y/n's throat in favor of shooting into the air in victory as he giggled, turning to his two partners. "And so we all escape! Come now, we don't have much time." Y/n stood as Jerome lead the way, all four of the men finding their way out of Arkham Asylum finally.

The fun was about to begin.

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If you wouldn't mind Prompt: Hat Kid WILL force Mu and Mafia Boss to get along for ONE PECKING DAY ON HER BIRTHDAY... even if the month doesn't technically exist on this planet. And she WILL resort to blackmail and bribery. And maybe forget everyone else she invited while she's threatening them.

Thank you for the request!

Birthday Party

“You’re here!” Hat Kid said as she hugged Mu mere seconds after she’d boarded the ship.

“Of course I’m here,” Mu said. “You honestly think I’d miss your birthday party?” She was far too excited for it to miss it. It had been so long since she’d attended a birthday party.

Hat Kid stepped back, smiling wide. “No, I’m just excited. Almost everyone’s here now.” She leaned in to speak quieter. “Even Snatcher came. He’s disguised as one of the Subconites as if that could fool me. … Okay, maybe it almost did but I hugged them all and I could feel that one of them wasn’t a plushie like the rest so it has to be him. I pretended not to notice so don’t let any of them know I know though because then he’ll probably leave.” She rocked back, resuming a normal speaking tone. “Only the Empress and Cooking Cat aren’t here.”

“Yeah uh, Cooking Cat told me to tell you that she’d going to be like an hour late because she’s got like an important thing to deal with. But did you seriously invite the Empress? Don’t you hate her?” Everything Mu knew about the Empress, Hat Kid had told her and all of that info had come with a large dose of complaining and obvious distain.

“Yep, but it’s my birthday so everyone’s invited to have a good time. But she’s been kind of afraid of me ever since that time in the elevator when I almost killed her so I’m not really surprised she didn’t come. So I can accept this. Once Cooking Cat gets here the party will be complete unless the Empress shows up late too, that’d be cool.”

Mu doubted that would happen. She’d heard the tale of the elevator incident and following court trail, there was no way the Empress would come after that. It was for the best though because according to Hat Kid, she was a gang leader, a powerful one too. Not the kind of person Mu wanted to be around.

But speaking of people, there were lots of them here, filling the central room. Along with tons of balloons in a rainbow of colours, some floating around the ceiling, others tied in bunches around the posts on the railings. There was also a table filled with food and drinks. A large multilayered cake decorated with bright pink frosting was the center piece. … Mu wanted some.

“When are you going to cut into the cake?” she asked, pointing to it.

“Uh… we can do that now, I guess. It’s apparently like a thing here, right? Blowing out the candles and making a wish? That’s what Grooves told me anyway, he made the cake by the way. I don’t think we do that were I’m from. I don’t really know though because no one every invited me to their birthday parties back home. But let’s go get some cake, I bet it’s good.” Hat Kid took Mu’s hand and brought her along as she skipped over to the table.

 -

Mu was on her second slice of cake when she remembered to take it slow. She had more food than she could ever possibly eat right there on the table free for her to take as much as she wanted and it wasn’t going to be taken away and she didn’t need to worry about starving in general because she lived with Cooking Cat now who fed her well. So she could take her time and enjoy the cake instead of stuffing her face with it until she felt sick.

So, taking a deep breath, she looked up at it to look around the room again. She’d chosen a spot on the upper walkway to eat, by the later so she could dangle her legs over the edge. She could see pretty much everyone else in the room from up here.

The Subconites were the most tightly knit group, staying all together in the corner opposite the food table. Supposedly one of them was Snatcher himself. Which one, Mu couldn’t even begin to guess, they all looked nearly identical and none of them seemed to act any different than the others. Maybe Hat Kid was mistaken? … Probably not, she claimed Snatcher was her BFF after all so she had to know him pretty well.

The bulk of the guests filling the room was a mix of owls, penguins and seals. They were all mingling and chatting. There were some mountain people too. DJ Grooves stood out amongst them because of his weird shoes and large hair. He was hanging with the Conductor which was a surprising because weren’t they supposed to be enemies? Though Hat Kid claimed they were in love despite everything Mu had heard that contradicted that. But she did know them better than Mu did so maybe she was right. The ship captain was sitting by the table, the half that had the drinks, looking like he wished those drinks were alcoholic. Maybe miserable was just how his face looked though.

But also sitting at the table, unnoticed before due to Mu’s focus on the food on the other side of the table, were four Mafia goons – one of them was the green goggled one who was actually almost kind, letting Mu get away on multiple occasions, even giving her food a few times when no one else was around, therefore making him the closest thing to a good guy in the entire Mafia – and… the Mafia Boss. He even had his body back due to Snatcher shenanigans with the dumb Death Wish contracts – threat of death or no, Mu would’ve refused to participate in those if she’d known the Mafia Boss was too because it was almost like working with him, too late now though. Considering Hat Kid had invited the Empress, this wasn’t surprising. But that didn’t mean Mu was going to tolerate it; the Mafia was her sworn enemy.

She finished the last bite of her cake before putting the plate and fork down for now. She then hopped down, landing next to an owl and seal chatting. Ignoring their surprise at her sudden drop in, she started for the Mafia. What she’d say or do when she reached them, she didn’t know nor did she really care. What mattered was that she made her displeasure known and hopefully they would leave.

She wasn’t being sneaky so it was no surprise when the Mafia Boss’ eyes locked onto her as she stepped up to the table. “You,” he said with as much hate in his voice as Mu felt for him.

“Yeah, me,” she replied. “You’re lucky there are children at this party otherwise I’d be stuffing you back into a jar where you belong.” Honestly the fact that Snatcher had undone that was so unfair.

He growled as he stood up to loom over her. As if that were frightening, especially when there was a still a table between them. “You’re the one who’s lucky here girl. I’d have your head if there weren’t so many witnesses around.”

“Uh… Mafia think that this is probably not good place to fight,” the green goggled Mafia goon cut in. “Is hat child’s birthday…”

“Shut up,” Mu and the Mafia said in near unison, resulting in an angry snarl from both of them. Before either of them could say anything else though…

“Howdy,” Hat Kid stepped in wearing a smile. “I knew you guys would see each other eventually and would try to start a fight. I’m here to tell you that you’re not allowed to because this my birthday party and everyone is going to have a good time, that means you guys need to get along and be nice to each other.”

“Hell no,” Mu said. Hat Kid could do whatever the peck she wanted to but Mu wasn’t going to sit here and ‘get along’ or ‘be nice’ to the Mafia Boss of all people. “He’s a piece of shit, you know that.”

“She stuffed me in a jar,” the Mafia Boss shouted over her.

Not to be outdone, Mu raised her voice too. “He’s a murderer! He’s responsible for the deaths of everyone on the island and he tried to kill you!”

“You tried to kill her too! And your responsible for the deaths of like half the planet’s population!”

“That’s because I was killing you fuckers! And it was pecking undone so it doesn’t pecking count! And how dare you pecking compare me to you! You pecking…”

“Stop!” Hat Kid shouted, somehow making her voice louder than either of theirs, as she jumped up on the table to stand directly between them. “No more fighting. If you guys say even one more mean thing to each other or about each other I’m kicking you out of the party and never allowing you back on my ship.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” Mu said, glaring up at her. “I’m your friend.” Or at least Mu thought they were friends. Maybe they actually weren’t, not if Hat Kid wanted to consider the Mafia Boss a friend too.

“I wouldn’t banish you from the ship forever but I will kick you off for the rest of today and I won’t let you take home any cake or balloons. It’s my birthday so I want people to be nice and get along. I’ve never had a birthday party before please don’t ruin it by being mean and starting fights. You guys can go back to being enemies tomorrow but for just today could you please at least tolerate each other.” She’d started angry but by the end she looked at them both with puppy dog eyes that glistened with unshed tears.

It might’ve been a fake look to make Mu, and by the look on his face the Mafia Boss too, feel guilty. She might just be trying to manipulate them with tears and a sob story about never having had a birthday party before this one. … If so, it was working. That look made Mu feel bad. But… how could she possibly tolerate the Mafia Boss?

Silence hung heavy in the room. Everyone was watching now, with all the yelling that had happened of course they were. It was awkward and a bit embarrassing and yet no one did anything. Everyone was waiting for either Mu or the Mafia Boss to back down or resume the fight and get kicked out.

Mu wasn’t going to back down, she was going to wait to see what the Mafia Boss did. If he resumed being hostile, he’d be at fault and would get kicked out. There was no way he wouldn’t, right? He didn’t care about upsetting Hat Kid or being permanently banned from her ship. He’d for sure…

He sat back down. “Fine,” he said. “I shall try to get along with her if she tries to do the same in return.” He gave her a pointed look, putting the entire room’s attention on her as well. He was such a bastard. He exactly what she’d wanted him to do. Instead he wanted her to be the bad guy and get kicked out. Well she wasn’t playing that game.

“Fine,” she said, crossing her arms and lifting her chin. “I’ll be nice too.”

“Yay!” Hat Kid said, seemingly genuinely happy. “Thank you!”

Trying to ignore the eyes still on her, Mu turned and went back to the cake. She’d get another piece and then go back to people watching. Or maybe she’d go hang out with the Subconites and try to figure out which one was Snatcher in disguise. Or maybe she’d hang out with some of the seals, they were awfully cute and friendly. No matter what though, if she wanted to resume having a good time here, she was going to avoid the drink side of the table or anywhere else the Mafia ended up going. She was going to try to go back to having a good time though partly out of pure spite.

For this event.

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not sure if this is a joke but if not have some answers!

its called a christmas tree. its actually german in nature and has nothing to do with the religious side of things at all! its just something king albert brought along when he moved in with queen victoria in the 1800s and just sorta spread from there! The decorations aren't all edible, although some people do make edible ones to put on. As Christianity doesn't have a large focus on what can and can't be eaten, it's generally assumed that the edible decorations are allowed! So there's no priest telling us not to cronch on the baubles (the round balls that hang off the tree), although it is ill advised, and while the tree isn't typically eaten, especially here in the UK where plastic trees are more popular, I guess you could look it up!

in terms of fire, we can have it anywhere as much as we like, except for advent candles, which are lit at a specific time of day leading up to christmas and usually go on an altar? I haven't been to church in a while so I'm not sure but I can sure ask! And once again, the tree can be set on fire but it's not necessary, as the tree itself isn't too religious.

reindeer aren't mandatory, but if you want one there's usually a christmas market in major cities where people take them around for rides or petting, i imagine they're not too hard to steal.

generally no, we don't call it all off if it doesn't snow but it does put a damper on things.

there is actually no exorcism necessary! just light up your fireplace, or oven if a fireplace is not available, lock your doors and windows and cocoon yourself in a hoard of cookies safe in the knowledge you've avoided home invasion for another year.

the elves are mostly the old red guys thing, we don't actually know if we have the jurisdiction to free them. it sucks but we can't step on his toes he might take us out of the whole thing altogether.

no, the baubles do not typically hatch. although, i am currently investigating if that's where elves come from and how he managed to attain so many of them in such a short time frame. oh, and easter is a celebration of life, because our guy came back to life after we maybe sorta killed him.

ah yes, the penguins and polar bears. the two of them have been locked in intense battle for years now, and have set up bases all over the world, which is probably a good thing, considering climate change and all. the camels are because mary (jesus' mum, we'll come to her in a sec) was from the middle east and camels were the most popular form of travel, but people sometimes replace the camel with a donkey.

i'm not sure why Noah isn't celebrated, possibly b/c he isnt God or jesus and doing so could constitute worshipping a fake idol, but i agree it would slap.

so jesus was the son of mary and God. mary was gonna get married to this guy joseph, who was remarkably chill when God sent an angel, gabriel, down to tell mary she was pregnant with the son of god and to call him jesus when he was born. so shes as chill as she can be whilst a pregnant virgin, up until the emperor calls for a census so she and joseph have to go to bethlehem, because its where joseph was born, to be counted. unfortunately, mary and joseph did not think to use trivago and have no where to stay, on account of all the inns being full. however, mary pulls a massive power move and goes into labour so an innkeeper lets them stay in the barn. she gives birth to the son of God in a humble barn, helped by joseph and witnessed by the barn animals. theres also some shenanigans with some shepards, wise men and the emperor but thats the basic jist. the story as a whole is known as the nativity. jesus grows up to be really cool and in the end the emperor gets jealous and has him executed. hes then entombed in a cave but when some women go to pray there 3 days later the cave is open and jesus is missing, because God restored him to life and he ascended to heaven, fated to one day return and rid the world of evil.

hope i helped!

so as an american jew it’s come to my attention that, instead of suffering in complete ignorance for another joyless year, i could instead just ask some questions about this mysterious phenomenon called ‘christmas’ that the rest of you guys keep getting excited over. as someone who’s lived in this country all my life but managed never to interface with any christian traditions ever, i would like to know: 

-what’s with that big tree thing you guys drag into your homes

-is it edible

-because it sure looks like you put edible things on it and also some stuff that looks not so kosher. do you have a list of which bits are kosher from your christmas rabbi?

-how much fire is allowed in what parts of your home and when

-can we set the tree on fire? there’s candles. when do the candles get lit? can you put the candles just anywhere or do they have to go on the tree only

-do you have to get your own reindeer or can you rent them somewhere? i see a lot of christmas tree lots but honestly i’ve never seen anyone renting out reindeer. do you have to catch them yourself or what

-do you guys have to call the whole thing off if it doesn’t snow

-a big old guy in a red suit has been eating my cookies every christmas for going on thirty years now and i want him to stop. is there a particular exorcism you can do for that? i know you christians love exorcisms, please feel free to come do one for this asshole

-are you sure the elves are a necessary part of things because that seems like slavery and maybe you should not do slavery, just saying, i know christians are traditionally really keen on slavery too but at least some of you guys decided it was not a great thing awhile back so maybe keep the elves in mind here about that

-do the balls on the tree hatch, is that what’s up with easter

-penguins are a south pole thing and polar bears are a north pole thing. why are they both all over the place. that seems unreasonable. also the donkeys and camels and stuff? did you steal some of this from noah’s ark? 

-why don’t we have a holiday for noah anyway, that would slap

-who is this baby jesus guy and how many times can he get born anyway

FELLOW JEWS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REBLOG THIS POST AND ADD YOUR OWN QUESTIONS. MAYBE WE CAN FINALLY GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS CHRISTMAS STUFF ONCE AND FOR ALL.