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tiptoe on a bunch of wire

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Liriope

[facts-i-just-made-up]

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[jackalope-patronus]

An un-promised dance.

summary :: when faced with an unexpected rival leading up to the Yule Ball, Sebastian’s anger boils over. Part one!

note :: the reader is implied to be bisexual, although it is not explicitly stated. Parallels to the goblet of fire movie.

“A butter beer?”

“Yes, if you’re not too busy.” Poppy smiled, swaying from her heels to toe, a light pink colouring her face and nose.

The shorter girl had pulled you aside with a tug of your sleeve from your journey to crossed wands. “I’d love that Poppy,” you nodded, the kindness of her invite tugging at your lips, “when should I meet you?”

“When are you free?” She returned.

“Well, I have duelling practise with Sebastian soon, perhaps after then. I can meet you in Hogsmeade at sundown?”

Poppy nodded, beaming. “Perfect. I'll see you then.”

With a small wave, Poppy had skipped off leaving you warm from her sweetness. Being close to Poppy was much like earning an animal’s trust; specifically an animal that’s known not to like people, such as a cat or skittish rabbit. You treasured her friendship deeply.

“Fond of you, isn’t she?” Being the snake-like Slytherin he was, Sebastian had slunk to your side without detection whilst your mind lingered on the Hufflepuff.

“Sebastian.” You greeted, sighing away the surprise his presence brought you. “Oh, Poppy? Yes, I suppose so.” You nodded. The thought that others could see the softness Poppy held for you brought an undeniable brightness to your face.

“By your smile it seems you’re quite fond of her yourself.” Sebastian commented, a brow lifting at your bashfulness.

“Yes, well, Poppy is a good friend.” You waved his inference away and sighed. “Shall we get to crossed wands then?”

“Sure.” He shrugged, arms falling from crossing over his chest. “I was thinking— after duelling— would you suppose a visit to the forbidden forest? I’ve a—”

“Sorry, Poppy’s asked me for a drink. Perhaps another time?”

A hesitation irked his steps, but he continued forward. “Right then. Another time.”

The brunette’s casting could only be described as quick but distracted, as it had lately been. The two of you won, of course, but the lag in Sebastian’s attention had been obvious. It had been for some time. You had been duelling with Sebastian long enough to recognise when his spells lacked. His mind was always elsewhere.

I need to check in on him soon, you thought, but later. Poppy’s waiting on me.

From a distance, you’d seen Poppy waiting just outside Hogsmeade for your arrival, hands behind her back with a subtle pep in her stillness. Dipping the tip of your broom, you landed swiftly and tripped towards her.

“Every time I see you on that broom, you’ve gotten better and better.” She smiled.

“Imelda has been keeping me on my toes— or broom, I should say.”

“Don’t let her overwork you. Just because you’re the only good competition she’s got doesn’t mean you always need to be racing her.” Poppy stated, her brows furrowing cutely.

“Don’t worry Poppy, I rather enjoy it.” You smiled at her sternness.

“Alright,” She looped her hand through your arm. “Shall we go?”

“Of course.”

After asking Sirona for two butter beers to go, you and Poppy had ventured to a nearby garden to sit and watch the sun set, accompanied by idle chatter.

“So, how are you faring with extra assignments?” Poppy asked.

“Well.” You answered. “I can’t say it hasn’t been keeping me busy, I feel I’ve no time to explore anymore.” You'd been completing extra assignments since your fifth year, one would think you'd be used to them by now.

“You mean you’ve no time to get up to mischief?” She politely jabbed.

You hummed a laugh. “That, too.”

A silence permeated as you sipped from your beer. Poppy opened her mouth, inhaled with hesitation and then spoke. “Have you found a Yule Ball partner yet?”

You swallowed sorely at the reminder. “I had almost forgotten. No. Honestly I haven’t been thinking about the ball at all.”

“Right, of course. I wouldn’t worry. I haven’t one either.”

Who would you go with? The sudden question stung you, filling your head with possible candidates suddenly. Sebastian, perhaps Ominis, Gareth had always been playful towards you, perhaps even Amit if he got the courage. You ignored Sebastian coming to your mind again.

The choices were all well and nice, but the real question to consider was why hadn’t you been asked by any of them?

In all honesty, you somewhat expected Poppy to struggle to find a partner. Her head was always buried in the scruff of some magical creature and her closest friend was easily you. You decided perhaps remaining without a Yule date wouldn’t be so bad if you were with her.

“If that’s the case, we’ll have to go with one another.” You jested.

“Actually…” Poppy trailed, her gaze shifting away from you. “I was hoping to go with you.”

Your head titled to her in questioning. “Poppy?”

“I know it’s rather uncommon… but I couldn’t imagine going with anyone else.” Poppy’s pink cheeks caught your eye and you melted at her rays of blurted sincerity. “I don’t think I’d enjoy myself half as much if I wasn’t with you.”

“Oh, Poppy.” Her sweetness had soon overwhelmed you and you dropped your head to hide your bursting smile.

“Will you?” She asked.

“Of course Poppy, of course I will.” You nodded. Poppy had gasped in delight and leapt to hug you.

“Oh we’re going to have so much fun! I promise.”

“And then she asked me.”

The room smelt of burnt dittany and melting billy-wig sting slime.

Ominus’s eyebrow twitched up. “Sweeting? She asked you?”

“Yes.” You sighed, tone looped with softness for the Hufflepuff.

“And you?”

“I said yes, of course.”

His face scrunched, a kind of cringeworthy melancholy seeping in. The expression made your heart twang defensively.

“Have you an issue with Poppy attending the ball with me?” You asked, politely adding some dittany to your wiggenweld potion.

His expression dropped quickly, like he suddenly realised you could perceive him. “No, of course not. I just wouldn’t have expected her to be so bold.”

You readjusted in your seat.

“Who’s so bold?” Sebastian had taken his seat beside Ominis whose scrunched face had returned.

As you took a breath to answer, Ominis beat you to it. “Nobody.” He quickly uttered. Sebastian lingered on Ominis’s quick shut-down for a moment, but ultimately moved on with a sigh.

“Well, speaking of boldness, I believe I’ve lost my edge.” He murmured, exasperated.

“Have you?” You enquired.

“Half our year is full of girls, yet I’ve still no date to the ball.” His ink-less quill tapped his desk, his potion stand empty with no brew.

“That’s because you’ve yet to ask anyone.” Ominis said.

“It’s harder than it looks. I don’t see you with a partner.” The brunette returned.

“I do have a partner.” Ominis countered, very matter-of-factly.

“You do? And how’d you manage that?” Sebastian’s brow raised, giving you an incredulous look. You raised your shoulders as if to say I don’t know anything about this.

“I got the courage and asked, Sebastian.” He stated, clearly annoyed.

Ominis’s attitude placed Sebastian back in his seat and he thought on the blonde’s words for a moment, his brow furrowed.

You shook your head, amused, and continued to tend to your potion. Although, it might’ve been careless on your part to move, as Sebastian caught you in his gaze, like a predator spotting the ears of a rabbit move in tall grass.

“You’re a girl.” He stated. Ominis’s head was already in his hands.

“Oh well spotted.” You cautiously replied.

“Care to come with—” His blasé, although interrupted, was already putting you off.

“I hope you lot are making plenty of potions over all that chatter.” Professor Sharp’s voice cut through the room, calming the chatter but Sebastian continued, voice lower yet still managing to keep his indifferent tone.

“It’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone, for a girl it’s just sad.” He said.

An offended noise left your throat. “I won’t be going alone, because believe it or not someone’s asked me.”

That statement seemed to have taken him aback, because he stumbled to ask, “Well, who?” His tone now as offended as your own.

“Poppy.” You answered, returning to your cauldron as though you couldn’t care less.

“Sweeting? So she’s the bold one?” He looked between you and Ominis. Neither of you answered.

“She asked me just yesterday.” You proudly stated.

“So you’ve said yes?” He asked.

“She did.” Ominis muttered, his words laced in misery.

“I did.” You nodded.

Safe to say, the rest of the class was only filled with the bubbling of potions and entirely absent of chatter.

“He’s mad.” You uttered, index tapping the base of your wand aggressively. “Won’t so much as speak to me. Does he dislike Poppy?”

“I doubt he’s cared to even think of Sweeting until now.” Ominis had a creased, guilty look on his face, one that always appeared whenever he sat in the middle of an altercation between you two. Fights (or merely disagreements, as you would prefer to call them) with Sebastian were so uncommon that you’d only ever seen Ominis wear it one other time, back in fifth year. “I’m sure the way he sees it, it’s been yourself and him. Always.”

“If he really thought that, surely he’d have asked me right away. And what about you? It’s always been the three of us.” Ominis did, however, have some merit to what he said. Without Sebastian you two likely wouldn't have bonded and become as close as you had. Still, you were friends now, with or without Sebastian. You lingered on that assurance before your stomach fluttered grossly. Perhaps out of a moment of insecurity, you quietly asked; “Why hadn’t you asked me?” You flushed, embarrassed.

Ominis frowned regretfully. “Sebastian would be just as mad as he is now if I’d asked you, maybe more so.” He muttered.

“Possessive boy.” You stated.

Ominis’ hand brushed against your leg, his fingers gently lying on your thigh. It was a rare gesture, to have Ominis comfort you with a touch, but it was welcome nonetheless. “It’ll pass. It Usually does.” He assured.

“I hope so.”

Pass, it didn't. Sebastian had managed to remain stiff towards you in the coming weeks of the Yule ball. It pulled you further into Poppy's friendship, and further away from Sebastian and Ominis. Only greeting Ominis rarely, and Sebastian much less so. Truthfully, before the 'disagreement', your time spent with Sebastian and Ominis was already feigning. If it weren't for Sebastian's constant cold shoulder, this time spent apart would've felt like a natural progression of busy schedules, classes apart and no more adventures togethers allowing distance to drive the friendship apart.

Although, you hadn't considered that reality.

And soon snow fell on the night of the Yule ball as you dressed yourself in your common room, only leaving once you'd adjusted the corset correctly and added a few pins to keep your hair remaining how you wanted it to the whole night.

At the bottom of the stairs on your way to the great hall, stood Ominis and Sebastian, both layered with suitable coats and button-ups. Sebastian was fumbling with Ominis' tie, pulling it straight and tight, although it bounced back to a wonky position. The first step you took had your heel clicking against the marble stairs, and like Sebastian could sense it was you, his eye-line swiftly lifted to take you in.

You felt hot slowly walking down towards them, especially when Sebastian’s face was so emotive. He’d never stared at you like that, and for a moment, you wondered if perhaps that would be the face he’d make watching his bride walk down the aisle. Certainly all the animosity he'd been holding these past few weeks had vanished.

“She’s here.” Sebastian uttered to Ominis, slack jawed.

“Describe her to me.” Ominis asked, and through the crowded voices, Sebastian only heard it as a mumble.

“She’s…” The words drawled from him like he’d been hexed. “Utterly stunning.. ‘fits her like a glove.” He murmured, his usually witty dialect failing him.

You reached the floor, well flushed with insecurity. “Hello, you two.” You cleared your throat, looking anywhere but at Sallow’s brown eyes or Ominis’ unreadable face.

“You look—”

“You look beautiful!” The compliment cut right through Sebastian’s words, then Poppy herself cut past him, enveloping you in a sturdy hug.

“Hello Poppy.” You smiled, wrapping your laced arms around her.

You blinked a glance at Sebastian, whose head hung low and eyes longed for you intensely. It made your body burn to see him so obvious in his attraction to you. Attraction, and regret.

“Let’s go, the dancing shall start soon.” She ushered, pulling you away.

Bless Poppy and her sweet dancing, her kind hold of your hand and the way she smiled up at you with such delight. But God, you could hardly be swept away by her when two burning eyes were watching you. Sebastian, sat on the sidelines, simmering. The magic of your beauty seemed to dissipate the moment Poppy had pulled you away. Ominis had seemed to abandon him and the loathsome aura he was creating.

At first it made you nervous. Truthfully this whole battle with Sebastian made you nervous, but as Poppy stepped with you to the sweet music, chest to chest you fell away from Sebastian and landed on the conclusion that if he couldn’t get over himself, you wouldn’t dwell on it. Of course, he still plagued the back of your mind.

You had decided, when the floor was emptied of most of the students, that it was time you took a dance with one of your friends and as Sebastian was still in too foul of a mood, you asked Ominis.

“You aren’t trying to make him jealous, are you?” Ominis’ hand tickled your side, his grip of your hand was insecure and fretting.

“Truely Ominis, not everything I do is because of Sebastian. You’re my friend too. I care for you too.” You peered over at the chair Sebastian had occupied for most of the night, it was now empty. Perhaps he’d finally retreated to the dorms. “Besides, I’d dance with him if he wasn’t so stubborn.”

Ominis’s furrowed expression returned, guilty and sad. “I should’ve asked you. It wasn’t right to allow you to go so long without a partner.”

“Oh truely, don’t pity me so much. Poppy has been a wonderful date.” You squeezed his shoulder, noticing it elevated his torn expression.

"I'm glad."

Your hand slid across his chest to fix the bowtie Sebastian had clearly done a bad job at tying. "Don't misunderstand me, I still would've love to come with you. I'm sure many would've liked to see us pair up, I know Professor Wesley thinks you're good for me."

"More like the lesser of two evils." The other being Sebastian, of course. You laughed and he seemed to be lightened by the sound. "Truthfully, the reason I didn't ask you first was—”

Before you could get a glance of their face, a body was now standing between you and Ominis. The smell of oak and flames told you it was Sebastian before you met his eyes.

“I think I’m owed a dance now, don’t you?” His tone held a surprise charm that gave you hope he’d dropped the foul attitude.

You glanced over Sebastian’s burly shoulder, to see Ominis already stepping back and allowing the two of you some much needed time. You hadn’t time to protest, Sebastian had already swooped you up, taking your hand and waist with a sure, tight grip that you’d be unable to escape with just your strength.

A silence fell, you waiting for Sebastian’s deserved apology and him likely waiting for yours. You decided you’d be lenient (as you often found yourself being with Sebastian) and speak first.

“No date?” You asked. His face became hard and you hoped he hadn’t taken offence to your inquiry.

“No, not really.”

“Not really?” You pushed.

“Not at all.” He finished. “Has Sweeting been treating you well? She’s a bit short for the waltz, no?”

You sighed, content. “She’s been wonderful. I’ve never seen her glow like this, unless of course she's surrounded by beasts.”

“Hm.” The hum seemed dismissive and it fuelled your suppressed annoyance with him. Sebastian could feel your hand twitch in his own.

“She’s been a true friend. I’d gone weeks without a partner to the ball, if it weren’t for her I would very well have ended up coming alone.” Sebastian hadn’t dignified your statement with an answer, clearly thinking otherwise. He looked over your head, eyes tight with angst.

“Perhaps if you’d not have spent so much time with Sweeting, you’d have been asked sooner.” He murmured.

“What?” You returned, pausing in your steps.

“If you weren’t off with your other ‘friends’ perhaps Ominis or I would’ve asked you sooner.” He repeated, tone low and annoyed.

“Sebastian—” but he hadn’t finished releasing his thoughts.

“You’ve got no time for us now. I remember when it was just the two of us, now you’re always off with Sweeting or Onai.” Sebastian snapped. You felt the air escape your lungs and dread sit in your stomach.

“Sebastian I don’t understand—”

“Of course you don’t, because you’re never here to know what’s going on with Ominis or I. When’s the last time you’ve truely spent time with Ominis? Uninterrupted.”

“Ominis and I’s relationship is fine. Don’t speak on behalf of him.” You asserted.

Sebastian groaned, unable to return with another argument, but he held you tighter and closer not releasing you from the stance. "She's using you. Sweeting only asked you because she didn't have a date."

"How dare you?" You gasp, utterly floored.

"I'm sure she loves to be prancing around with the hero of Hogwarts on her arm." He muttered, looking to the dance floor as if his mind was reliving watching you two dance together, dresses pressed together, hands holding and all.

"What? What? That's what you think?"

"Yeah, that is what I think."

“You know what the solution to all this is then don’t you?” You took a step back, attempting to tug yourself free.

“What?” He sneered, tightening around your hand.

“Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does!” You snapped your hands away, escaping his grip and the dance floor.

He didn’t respond but reached for you again. You continued to walk, utterly ruined by the fight and having no desire to speak more to him. He followed close behind, sputtering some kind of deter.

You two had come to a quick halt, when Ominis rounded a corner.

"Ominis." Sebastian uttered his name as though he'd come to rescue him from the fight.

"Where did you go?" You demanded, now bearing wet tears. Ominis open his mouth to speak, but you continued. "Never mind! Off to bed, both of you."

Ominis passed you, a new look of anger arranging his face as he walked with Sebastian up the stairs you had come down only hours ago.

"Suppose she thinks she's too good for us." Sebastian muttered, words like venom, dedicated to hurting you.

"Sebastian you've spoiled everything!" You called after him, the emotion in your throat cracking your words. They jogged up the steps, Ominis muttering something to him while you let a sob free and retired your sore legs to sit on the cold, stone steps.

Part two

[dragonshoardofworks]

Reincarnation Everlasting Trio Part 2 (DPxDC)

(The flu is kicking my ass, so I decided to fight back by publishing this! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ ...At least I'm at home and not at work? Small victories... And please don't hate me...!)

Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here) | Part 3 | Part 4

Gotham's second third best kept secret after the locations (and their related secrets) of the BatCave and Danny's resting place is the Stolon.

In the most hidden crypt under the corpse of the oldest greenhouse ever built in the gothic city, there's a thick net of roots and vines that cover every inch of the marmored chamber. Like a protective shell or a vegetal Fort Knox, the crypt enshrines Undergrowth’s (the Ancient of the Flora) most precious gift to the Green (their living offspring): the Gynaeceum, a cocoon-like structure capable of generating either an offspring or an avatar for the Green to inhabit and walk on Earth.

But since Professor Pamela Isley is an excellent avatar for them already, the Green doesn’t feel the need for a body at the moment, buuuut… conveniently their Parent loaned them a soul to look after recently and Poison Ivy deserved a reward and, let’s say, an incentive to keep pursuing her beloved Harleen Quinzel…

So, why not incubate the loaned soul with the DNA of both Pamela and Harley in the Gynaeceum? It’d be a huge success for everyone!

The soul, however, wasn't agreeing very much with the idea (like the rebellious goth child that she still is) and had to be coaxed through the stages until proper development, let's say until puberty begins to kick in for a standard human body, so around 8-13 years old, so the body had to stay in the cocoon until that age.

So after a “natural” test tube pregnancy of 10 years, Antheia was born as a pre-teen, right before the newly wed Pam and Harley, who were called there by the Green.

The two Sirens were taken aback by (but not averse of) the gift after the shock settled and they got an explanation as to why and how all of this happened.

(The only reason they didn't go apeshit on the Green for basically doing the same thing Lex Luthor did with Superman to make Connor was that Pam knows that the Green doesn't have the same set of morality and values that humans do, plus they don't even think in the same way, so she understood even if at the beginning she was a bit miffed for not being asked. Harley, since she trusts her wife, suspended her judgement until Pam explained the Green's reasoning and way of thinking. If she also can't hate the child because she somewhat feels familiar, it's another thing that she doesn't voice to anyone… And… she's so disappointed for having missed so much of her new baby's life! They could have visited during the gestation and human contact could have made the soul more cooperative and so have it latch earlier on their new body and so get birthed earlier!)

Antheia was mentally on the level of a newborn, but catches on quickly and in just 2 years or so she’s already behaving like (and with the knowledge of) her physical age. 

Pam and Harley absolutely love her to pieces and don’t-call-me-by-my-full-name Thea shares the sentiment. Both women have different connections with their daughter, tho: Ivy through Green’s powers and shared beliefs on nature and Harley by being fiercely protective of what they consider their own, not accepting (anymore) abuse by anyone.

[After failing to “cure” the Joker and falling into his clutches/partial insanity in her origin story, Quinn did kill people, but only criminals, as inexplicably something always stopped her from harming civilians and innocents. And while the Joker did punish these lacks, he still considered her useful, so he used her only where she was able to act. When and why did Harley finally manage to renounce everything about him, then? During the nth escape from Arkham, on a whim she went and checked her mail kept in the asylum deposit during the years. An enthusiastic letter from a girl in Illinois struck so many chords in her that made Harley say to herself: “Wtf am I even doing with my life?? This isn’t what I wanted to be!” And so proceeded to go and beat the everliving shit out of the Joker as he was starting to do the same with the newest and second Robin in one of Gotham warehouses, where the latter had been lured to. Having called Bruce (since she had figured out his identity a while ago because of knowing each other in med school), he rushed Jason to the ICU (remember the kinder timeline I mentioned in the previous post?) and managed to save him in time and the Joker got back to Arkham for a while longer than usual…]

The attitude that Thea inherited from her mothers (once 12) leads her to at first trying to sneak out and follow them in their night time activities of “anti-heroes”, but thanks to the Green, she always gets caught. After one too many times of that, the Sirens cave in and decide that it will be better to teach her the ropes and make her their sidekick, since it’s safer than letting her go solo and they can’t really stop her (much like Bruce does with all his Robins, tbh. (≧∇≦) )

During one of these escapades/missions, it was inevitable that the latest (the fourth, since it's been a while since Harley saved Jason) Robin and Thea (codename: Blossom) meet… and pick on each other like cat and dog.

The rest of the BatFam places so many bets on them, with Steph and Dick comparing them to Bruce and Selina, but with violence as a love language. Jason and Tim just hope that they won't tear each other out (since they got the burnt of Damian's hostility back when he came at the Wayne Manor, but without the canonical murder attempts, since Jason is still in rehabilitation and Tim had openly stated from the beginning that he was subbing in for the Robin role until the former got better to get back on the street if he wanted).

(Tim, in this, prefers to be the tech guy much more, with only some brawl in the mix, like Oracle’s assistant that does what Babs cannot anymore. The timeline is still kinder, since, while Babs won't recover the 100% of her functionality, she can still walk with a cane.)

Then it all changes when Phantom, or better, Danny joins in the mix. He and Damian!Tucker have so much to catch up with that they're practically joined to the hip and that leads to not meeting Blossom while they’re on patrol since they take different routes than usual.

Hearing the rumor of a new meta vigilante and the sightings of him only with Robin, absolutely doesn’t stir any jealousy in Thea (note the sarcasm) and so to set things straight with her rival, Blossom calls a favor with her mom to arrange a meeting with Batman and Robin. Harley is super amused by the whole thing, so she accepts only on the condition of chaperoning the whole thing (plus B wouldn’t come “just for Blossom”, she has to be there as well!)

In order to keep things civil (as a contingency plan agreed by both B and Harley), they meet on the roof of a Batburger (the highest one where no one could overhear them and it’s away from the plants), only the four of them. (They get Alfred distract Danny by asking him to do chores with him since “he’s getting old” *cough*BS*cough* and our boi is so eager to help/people-please.)

Blossom and Harley are already there when the Bats arrive and the former is already glaring at the boy.

“So? Where did you leave your new pet?” Blossom demands, looking around.

“He’s not my pet!” Robin snaps, hackles raised.

“Then how come he’s following you around like a puppy, uh? Bet he’s at your beck and call” 

“Don’t talk about him like he’s a thing! His parents already did that enough back when they were alive, so don’t you dare, allochthonous species!” Blossom gasps in outrage, since it’s an (ecology) insult he learned from her.

“So this is just a crusade to fix the new stray while forgetting your duty? Where were you when we busted that exotic animal smuggling ring? You abandoned us!” 

Hit hard by the guilt trip, Robin is quick to recover, though. “You managed just fine, didn’t you? I couldn’t leave him, as there’s no one other than me who’s able to deal with his breakdowns!” He snaps, then centers himself and frowns at her. “What’s your deal, by the way, dudette? You didn’t act like this when I collaborated lengthily with Superboy Jr.”

Getting the whiplash from the unfamiliar slang mixed with formal language, Blossom recoils, as a wave of vertigo hits her. Wtf was that?? She focuses back on the topic, steeling herself. “That ‘Supersons’ thing was nowhere near what’s happening here. You changed so much that I can barely recognize you. So don’t feed me this BS! What happened that made you leave me behind?”

Oh. That’s the crux of the matter, isn’t it? Before Danny’s return and the subsequent recovery of his memories as Tucker, Robin and Blossom had been vigilante partners whenever they teamed up, sometimes even more in sync than with Batman. But how to lay out gently that she’s partially right but he hasn’t meant to? It’s then that Tucker Foley’s famous nonexistent mouth-filter strikes, subverting anything Damian Wayne has ever learned about tact. “Hey, it’s not my fault! You would change too if the guy you like kissed you out of the blue!” He blurts.

(In the background Batman facepalms, hard, Harley gasps and the BatFam cackles in the comms, as Oracle is making them eavesdrop.)

“...So that’s how it is.” A pause, then rage. “You led me on!”

“Wha- Never!” The Tucker in him is still on the reins. “Circumstances changed and I swear I didn’t mean to stop thinking of you! It was a blast from the past, literally, that I had no idea it was available to me!”

“Oh so now it's because of your tragic backstory that you're dumping me? I thought we were partners in crime!”

“We still are, it doesn't have to be mutually exclusi-” Damian!Tucker begins, hotly, only to be interrupted by an alarm going off in the comms.

Everybody tenses as Oracle starts to interject. «Arkham just noticed that the Joker has escaped, they have a hole of two hours in the security tapes!»

«I’m tracking his goons as we speak, it seems that they gathered so much C4 that they could celebrate the Fourth of July!» Hiereus (priest in Greek, helper of the Oracle, new name I choose for Tim instead of Red Robin) informs them, sound of the keyboard being smashed in the background. 

“Where are the bombs?” B demands, tense, ready to grapple at a moment's notice, while the other three get ready too.

«Still searching, still searching… here! All the Batburgers’ roofs.» There's a pause of appropriate horror, before they all register the sentence. «B get out of ther-»

You know what they say about any kinder timeline?

The more you have to lose (the taller they stand)...

BOOOOOOM!

…The harder you (they) fall.

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IT IS FINISHED!!!

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This took so so so so so long holy shit.

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader - Aftercare

Some silly, Luci aftercare... because I need to practice other characters during my hyperfocus-time HAHAH

MDNI... Y E E T 🦆🐤❤️

For the nth time that morning, your partner was able to bring you to paradise. Your eyes fell closed as your head lolled to the side, breathing ragged. You couldn't produce a coherent thought as your arm came to lay across your eyes. Your core felt almost numb from the overwhelming stimulation, and for a moment, you felt lightheaded from your efforts.

You trembled and whined as your body calmed down from your quick death, Lucifer's movement slowing down before ceasing all together. You shivered as you felt dexterous fingers and spaded tail leave you, almost tasting the grin that was sent your way.

"Honey, that was... WOW. Good job, baby," Lucifer said, breathless and awkward as he ran his other, clean hand through his sweaty hair.

"That was perfect. ABSOLUTELY perfect..."

He blinked for a moment as he heard quiet, steady breathing, your arm still obscuring your eyes. Lucifer drew impossibly close to you, lifting your arm," Honey~ Honey~? Don't tell me you just fell asleep~" He teased, voice as sweet as the petname he uttered to you. Only to you.

You snorted as you stirred from your impromptu slumber, blinking sleepiness away from your eyes," Wh-what...? No, no, I'm... I'm good. I'm fine. I can keep going--" You ramble, your tone unconvincing as your eyes fluttered again. The angel hovering above you laughs, patting your abdominals gently. You jolted from the stimulation, but relaxed when the touch brought comfort, not pleasure.

"Sweetheart, you can barely make eye contact, let alone keep your eyes open. I think we're done for now. But maybe once I'm back, we can get back to what we started?" You sighed as your arm was moved aside, kind fingers threading through your fussy hair. When he looked at you like this, he almost mistook you for his own kind. He took in the sight of your hair fanned out across his pillow; a sensual imitation of a halo...

Lucifer was absolutely smitten with the sight.

You felt your blood run ice cold as your mind caught up to his words, eyes throwing themselves wide open.

"Oh... oh fuck you still have work, don't you?"

Lucifer presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, fingers stilling momentarily in your hair," You know it never truly stops, sweetheart... but, I won't be out for long. A few visits, an appointment with Asmodeus... then I'll be back for the rest of the day," Lucifer comforted, his lowered voice reverberating off of his own ribs. The tone made your legs clench together; Luci chuckled at the flattering sight. You whined as the sensual tone of his voice made your mind wonder again, biting your lip to stifle a groan.

"Easy, Tiger... I've got to get ready now. But I'll be back for you soon, okay? Why don't you roll over? We'll need to change the sheets and get you into the shower, too..."

You groan in protest, your legs kicking momentarily. You were imitating a petulant child beautifully; truly, you should have been an actor. Lucifer found your little fit adorable, sitting up on shaky thighs," C'mon, babygirl... One, two... three!" With arms that felt like gelatin, Lucifer rolled you onto your side successfully. He stood up, about to remove the blankets... until he spotted the mess you made. His face flushes suddenly, a nervous smile on his face at sight of the arousal puddle," O-Oh boy, you... yeah, you're definitely tired after all of that."

"...and dehydrated...," you added, your voice slightly hoarse from overuse. Lucifer rolls his eyes, making quick work of the sheet while he worked around you," Honey, let's face it, you always are. Squirting all over my hands just makes it worse~"

You groan, embarrassed by his words as you cover your face. Lucifer raises a brow at you and tries not to rub it in. He moves to your side of the bed to help you to your feet. The both of you groaned at the mutual effort, Lucifer rubbing at his arms while you braced your back. The both of you felt your age wash over your bodies again...

"Was that your first time, y'know... doing that?" Lucifer asked, meek and unassuming. He wouldn't be surprised either way. You nod, your cheeks still burning with embarrassment as Lucifer held your eye contact. Your chin was cradled by the same fingers that pleasured you, making your heart beat wildly.

"B-By someone else, yes... that was... NEW."

Lucifer wiggles his brows at you, making you groan in playful distain. He avoided your playful, sloppy hands as he came behind you. You didnt protest as he gently guided you towards the bathroom, a slew of kisses being pressed to your hunched shoulders.

"Well, lucky for you, that's not the first time I've done that for someone~ And it won't be the last time you do that, either~"

You nearly fall on your ass at the implications of his words, your heart nearly stopping for the nth time that morning. Lucifer is immediately apologizing and coming to your side, throwing your arm over his shoulder. When he's able to get you walking again, he continues.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop~... but I mean it. We're trying that again later~"

"You're washing the sheets if you make me do that again...," you groan, stumbling towards the shower and tub with tired legs. Lucifer smirks as he turns the hot water on, patting your back," A worthy exchange to watch you come undone. I'd do laundry for the rest of time to see you do that again~"

You nearly tackled Lucifer into the shower, the both of you laughing while you did you best to get cleaned up (and not worked up again). While Lucifer was nearly late to his outings, you soaked in the comforts of his shower, hugging yourself. You tried not to get too excited as you cleansed yourself, your mind wondering just what Lucifer would do next time to make you see the stars again...

[skialdi]

Not me posting this after Halloween because I've been so busy, oops.

Back at the beginning of October, @candyglumboy sent an ask requesting child Uta. I usually don't take requests but I was so inspired that this piece was born. I may have gotten a little carried away but it was so much fun.

[raven-peaks]

Frerin, son of Thrain, son of Thror

inspired by the fanfic Echoes in Stone by @lotusspocuss (go check it out!)

Disclaimer: I just went by vibes and memory, I did absolutely no research in general nor in the fanfic, so if his appearance is inaccurate I apologize.

More details below:

A - I thought Kili had a half up half down style when I started this, while I have since discovered that was false, it is now my head-canon and this part and those braids are in part reference to Kili and/or Dis

Blonde hair is similar to Fili

B- The beard braid is very common in dwarves and not exclusive to Fili, but in spirit it’s a way to connect. He also has a similarly short beard to Fili because I think they are about the same age physically - this is also why I drew him on the younger side

C and D - these are similar to Thorin’s Braids but they differ in the source and they are in Frerin’s “style” - they look like basic braids because that’s all I know how to do right now.

Overall I wanted his hair to be similar to his family (Also bc he died young and wouldn’t have had many opportunities to gain braid-worthy accomplishments)

E- he wears Durin Blue and his clothing is overall very wealthy and rich (with gold stitching on his shirt) as he was still in Princely Clothes when Smaug came

F - he had a green shirt and a little red vest-thing because that’s Bilbo’s colors

G -this is a little headcanon of mine (it might be more popular, I know the tattoo one is) that dwarves, especially royalty, have lots of piercings and gold or other rare metal and jewel embellishments on their body. (But since most dwarves have been on the road so long it’s a luxury)

H- I am a strong strong supporter of the Ugly Thorin head canon and I think Thorin and Frerin got the same sharp nose and silky hair.

Thanks for reading my yapping, hope you enjoy!

[moonminss]

my soul sister!!

Tori Spring - HEARTSTOPPER (2022 - ) - Season 3

[milllersfae]

Literally I just wanna say I love your writing and think ur super talented <33 And as a request, could you do a lil blurb about femme reader and protective/possessive Ellie?

sorry i got to this so late! i'd love to write this! since you didn't mention any smut, i'll keep it pretty tame, hope thats okay <3

.𖥔˖๋ ࣭⭑ blurb | protective!ellie showing everyone you’re hers

content warning: creepy men (boo), teasing, intoxication mention, exhibitionism if you squint. mdni

that night had been on your mind nonstop since you came home. you plunged face first into your pillow, alcohol-lidded breath smothered in the silk cover.

you had held your red solo cup firm in your grasp, bobbing your head under the mellow rumble of the bass heavy speakers. the sun had finally began to slip underneath the horizon, orange seeping into the sky. the house party you had attended had been in full swing, people littered all over the back lawn. the summer warmth had only prompted you wore your best slip dress, white and slim against the curves of your body. not only had it been a hit with you, it seemed to be a hit with everyone else.

the drunken slur of men had came your way, often lead with poor pickup lines and perverted compliments. you were polite, eyes shifting in hopes of the conversation ceasing with every forced laugh and nod you made. the travel of eyes made you embarrassingly flush, arms crossed over your chest in response.

then you felt her, presence lingering behind you before confirmed with an arm wrapped to your waist, lips pressed behind your ear. ellie glared at the man before you, eyebrows pressed in acquisition.

"you alright over here? nobody bothering you?" she cooed, smirk defiant on her face as the intoxicated eyes of the stranger had widened in silent fear, before promptly making excuse to finally step off.

she laughed into your shoulder, breath heavy against the skin. "fuckin' creep. hate when they look at you like that." ellie mumbled, taking your now free hand in hers.

you nodded in obligement, a long-needed smile wide-spread on your face. even with you newfound freedom ellies’ wandering hands didn't cease, her other hand rubbing soft circles on your thigh. you turn to her from the corner of your eye, watching her face scan the night-lidded backyard. her face was cocky, a look of pride that spoke that she loudly claimed you, and made you hers. and she liked it. you tapped her arm that had now palmed at your ass, face running warm at the clutter of eyes you felt pinned on you.

"m-baby, i think people are looking--"

"that's what i want."

ellie's grip tightened, her wandering stare becoming more devious as she continued. she pulled your hand nearing the porch stairs, propping you up on the end of the birch railing. she placed a hand at the length of your back, and her other snuck beneath the end of your dress. she was consuming you in broad daylight, claiming you as if a single eye wasn’t there.

you hate that you enjoyed it, a subtle sensation fluttered in your core. ellie pulled you in closer to her, teeth peaking through a impish smile.

“why are you so flustered? something bugging you?” ellie teased, hand moving up your dress and thumbing your inner thigh. you wince softly at the action, lip bit slightly at her pleasure.

“you don’t care about all these people? the stares?” you whisper, eyes wide with confusion. you are met with her lidded eyes as she laughed with a stifle.

“nothing will stop me from reminding people you’re my girl, baby.” she purred, pressing two fingers to the damp of your panties. you let out a shuddered moan as ellie leaned in to press her lips to the open of your mouth.

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[serendipitys-dragon]

Froggy Cake

Written for BigBday2025

Word Count: 356

Ship: Nosy Neighbors (can be read as platonic or romantic)

It wasn’t that BigB hated his birthday per se, he just believed that there were more important things to think about when you’re literally trapped in a death game where your life is 24 hours long. Apparently, though, Pearl was of a very different opinion. “Oh c’mon mate!” She laughed, brushing off his surprise as he climbed up their tower to find their ‘living room’ draped in colorful fabrics and makeshift streamers. “You didn’t think I’d let you forget your birthday, did ya?” “Oh Pearl,” BigB breathed, “thank you.” He grinned as his gaze landed on the frog themed cake Pearl had put on the table. “This is great.” Now it was Pearl’s turn to grin, “I knew you’d like it! C’mon now, take a slice. We can’t have it getting cold.” “But it’s so cute!” BigB argued as he approached the table. “I feel almost bad.” “Well, there are other frogs in the pond,” Pearl replied her eyes twinkling as she produced a knife. “Here, get as much as you want.” “Aren’t ya gonna sing me Happy Birthday first?” BigB teased as he took it from her. “Oh, right! Ah, nuggets,” Pearl exclaimed. “I forgot the candles! I’ll be right back!” As promised, Pearl promptly returned, candles in hand. “Alright,” she murmured as she lit them, leaning over them studiously before straightening with a flourish “make a wish!” BigB squinted in mock concentration, peering into the small flames like a fortune teller into a crystal ball, “I wish… I wish…” He turned to an eager Pearl with a mischievous grin. “I wish to win Limited Life,” he stated before blowing out the candles. “That’s a good wish,” Pearl replied, her smile soft. Her voice was imbued with that edge of tenderness that always accompanied discussions of victory, a sort of sadness, almost. “And I promise that I’ll make sure it comes true.” “Well,” BigB remarked, only a little regretful as he sliced into his beautiful cake. “I already have one wish that’s come true.” “And what’s that?” Pearl questioned as he handed her the plate. BigB turned to beam at her, “The best teammate ever.”

[miichiyochin]

LCK / LoLnyans project[?]

[hawkbutt]

This ain't Texas, ain't no hold 'em.

Art Inspired by @exhuastedpigeon's fic lay your cards down, down, down.