#police au prompt

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover Fusion: Law And Crime: Police Officer & Thief AU

When JNPR Thieves comes to the museum to get some art... Seras is ready to deal with them. All of them... except Jaune who uses this opportunity to distract her with his magic. In fact he wants them to make out in the broom closet while his teammates are taking the art away. Seras shouldn't... but can she truly say no to Jaune when he continues to pull at her heartstrings like that?

(2-Koma) (Flirting) (Make Out) (Moral Degradation)

"Freeze dirtbag!" Jaune smiled under his mask as he turned around to look at the drop-dead gorgerous vampire girl who was aiming her giant rifle at him, glowing red eyes set in a stern glare. "Put your hands in the air or face the firm hand of justice-"

"You look beautiful under the moonlight, My Seras~"

X-xx-X

"MMmm~!" Seras moaned into the lips of Jaune Arc, leader of thieving group "Team JNPR (Juniper)", her hands on his firm chiseled chest, his large, powerful and flexible hands on her wide child-bearing hips.

She knew that Mr.Arc was distracting her while the rest of his team was stealing away the priceless arts in the museum...but she cannot bring herself to care or stop them.

[therealmofamorus]

Prompt

Alpha Male Stud: Thief and Police Officer

Ying is on patrol to protect a jewelry store, when Jaune sneaks in because he wanted to see her and have sex. She wants to take this serious since it is her job, but his smoothness wins her over, and not like anyone will steal while they are fucking. But that is exactly what happens, because while Jaune is fucking Ying in the restroom, his group is jacking the place. All while the oblivious Ying calls herself a bad cop for her love, not realizing how true that is.

Manipulation; 2-Koma; Sex

Ying Branwen is on patrol to protect a jewelry store rumored to be the next hit of the mysterious phantom thief who been hitting every single jewelry store in Vale.

Sensing a presence in the store, Ying took out her gun and aim it to the direction of the presence...only to see Jaune Arc standing by the door, a smile on his cute boyish face.

Ying: Jaune? What the fuck are you doing here?

Jaune: *Charming* I came to see my Raven Princess...and to have sex with you~

The lean, but brawny and broad-shouldered blonde move closer to the dark-haired, amber-eyed beauty who face turn into nice shade of red.

Ying: *Flustered* I-I can't have sex with you now. I'm on the job now and I need my full attention on-

X—xx—X

CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SMACK!

Ying: -COCK

Ying yelped as her amber eyes rolled deep into her eyelids as Jaune fuck her hard and fast with relentless determination and pinpoint precision. His hard, rough hands gripped her wide child-bearing hips in a tight, inescapable grip.

CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SMACK! CLAP! SMACK!

Ying: Fuck! You are making this bad cop fuckin' cumming!

She was aware that she was neglecting to do her job in protecting the jewelry store from the skilled phantom thief, that she fall to quick to the smooth charm of her skilled lover...but she can take a little break in her job and indulged her with him.

Not like anyone going to steal anything right now...while she said those words and getting her dicking, Jaune crew was robbing the place blind.

[impyssadobsessions]

OKAY IDEA Danny is a police officer and works with Dick Grayson in Bludhaven. He's new to the force and often called rookie but turns out to be really good at his job. Him and Dick get along same time think the other is a little cocky until they both get to fight along side each other as like some rogues that nightwing usually fought is doing something while they're on duty. (just the two of them got stuck in a warehouse while outside cops are still trying to bust in (probably some rubble fell blocking away or something)) Danny showing off martial art skills and is like "What. My mom is a black belt." Dick does something just as impressive if not more, grinning, "My dad is too." Just them joking around. They almost have everything under control, when Danny's ghost senses activate. Dick gets hit by an ectoblast that slams him into the wall. His vision blurs as he can hear a voice taunting Danny, and Danny growling. bright lights and then he knocks out. He has a brief moment of being awake as backup comes to his aid. He learns that a new meta broke in and Danny was missing. He passes back out.. He wakes up in the hospital, worried about Danny, cursing himself. He's a vigilante.. how could he- in comes danny with a bag of fast food and balloons. "Figured I get you something you rather eat then some flowers. : D Nice to see you breathing, dick-" Dick asks about what happens but notices Danny being flighty and vague. "Oh yeah, meta kidnapped me and took me to some highrise building. Luckily nightwing came by and took care of it. Really was quite a trip. If it wasn't for the terrifying fight for my life thing, I say I wouldn't mind flying like that again." Dick cracks a smile, though inside his head he has way more questions than answers. But he cant call Danny out on any of it. So he does what bats do best.. he starts to investigate. -bad at explaining but basically dick catches danny in a lie and starts to piece together every odd thing danny ever mentioned about himself. -even better if they're partners LOL

-Also imagine danny has used his powers to keep himself or others from being shot.. plus has one of the best aim in the force, second to/on par with dick.

[obsessedwithstarwars]

A series of murders have been taking place in Blüdhaven. (Is that how you spell it?)

BPD are at their limits. They call in a specialist. An unregistered meta??? woman who has very specific demands that the police department must follow to the letter.

She is somewhat a ghost story (haha) throughout the states. When a department needs help, her services are found in a letter on the chief’s desk, along with specific criteria for her offer of help. If they don’t meet her demands, she vanishes, leaving chaos and destruction in her wake. She has been considered dead many times due to the damages. But she’s always appeared a few weeks later, helping another department in a different state and leaving the solved case of the one she abruptly left.

Her demands are this: All windows closed and blindfolds down.

No electronics. If they can’t be moved, then they must be disabled. If that can’t happen, then the police department must leave a green flag on their station.

She will only visit under cover of night.

They will know her by the DP insignia on the black armor she wears. Her red and blue hair (that almost looks like it’s floating?!) will be the only defining feature aside from glowing green eyes. The rest of her face will be covered. If anyone asks, they did not see anything discernable about her.

There is only one police officer she will share information to. He or she will be standing outside.

This officer will wear a belt she brings and it will remain as part of his or her uniform.

No questions.

They will take all of the credit and never mention her or her description to anyone in white.

Her help will not be put in the case files. There must be no evidence that she was there.

After she leaves, they will discover a letter for an Agent O. He comes within two days. He’s always furious after reading it and practically interrogates the officer who stood outside the door. She recommends that this officer immediately go on vacation for a week.

The police departments she has worked with (that have cooperated with her demands) all claim she was a godsend. Her methods were unconventional but effective. Ignore the one sided conversations she has at the crime scene and she’s the perfect specialist. Their only issue is that she will not work with the same department twice so they’ve had to get creative and send the officer she worked with to another department (small rural town) to solve another cold case for them.

She can somehow figure out exactly what happened to each victim without seeing the body or the case file and tell the police departments the exact description of the suspect just by having a one sided conversation at the scene of the crime. It’s almost like someone is answering her, but no one ever does. If no body was discovered, she can tell you exactly where it is.

AKA Jazz figured out she can communicate with weak ghosts. As a liminal, she has been able to solve many cold cases just by speaking to the victims.

Dick Grayson is assigned as her designated officer. Chaos ensues because of course it does.

Extra thought: What if the GIW use a liminal serial killer (could be in Blüdhaven or Gotham) to draw Jazz out? Are they paying the killer? Forcing someone to kill? SO MANY HORRIBLE POSSIBILITIES!

[lurafita]

Just had a Brooklyn 99 inspired thought about Holt coded (not as severe and a bit younger) police captain Alec taking over a new precinct. And the sqaud (clary, Simon, maia, jace,...) being completely bowled over when they meet their stoic captain's colorful sparkly husband for the first time 😂

[salmonight]

'Space Police Adopts Feral Alien Child AU'

By @dissociativecatmeme on Batpham server. I could not miss drawing him. This au is simply gold sooooo am gonna list what we have so far (the ones i liked that is-)

After escaping the GIW by flying into the GIW's own portal Danny flies aimlessly in search of the far frozen to heal and rest. With a fresh wound on his throat and wearing the GIW's patented power suppression cuffs, Danny can't even speak let alone use most of his powers.

He can't even dodge as a natural portal opens right on top of him spitting him out in the void of space!

Shocked and stunned he can barely react when a man in a green suit flies up to meet him asking him if he needs help.

Danny is basically that stray cat you are trying to lure home with food and affection but they don't want to be inside.

Danny doesn't want to stay on earth the second he realizes staying in space is an option.

If he loses track of his physical body due to focusing on healing he can have more starry features

Like freckles that mirror the constellations he's currently interested in, Wispy hair that turns to mist at the very ends, His tail is comet like.

(I did not rly follow it exactly but nyeh *shrug*)

^ Without scars ^

GL "it would help with your recovery to be on a planet! heck even just a space station please kid I'm begging you"

Danny sheds his corporal form "S P A C E"

GL looks at Batman "How do I parent a feral child, all you robins were feral you gotta give me some advice"

Batman "hm"

--------

also, the GIW having a portal means yes they can follow once they local the signal from Danny's cuffs

They're hunting him and the GLs think "aw fuck these are poachers"

also, the GIW having a portal means yes they can follow once they local the signal from Danny's cuffs

Danny would be concerned, but these lanterns he found are pretty good at catching and keeping the guys in white at bay.

it is very amusing to watch them spout their backing of american laws in the middle of space where they are so far from their juristiction

^ With Scars & cuffs ^

Danny reverting to baby man communication mode and just

*chomp*

One of the Guardians of Oa is like "WTF is that?"

The lantern, holding Danny up simba style "A baby!"

"A baby what?"

***"god"***

(Freshly tried this new brush and have to say am absolutely in love with it!!)

[camilletea]

Pls, I need more time travel content of Conan ft. The Wild Police Squad. I feel like I wrote too many scenario drafts in my head and I can't get them out (so maybe I'll just babble it all here-).

The scenarios playing in my head are more on hurt/comfort centered, because in one idea, only Akai and Conan traveled back - few months before Hagi's death. And their whole motive aside from ending the BO is making sure that ALL of Rei's friends stay alive.

For Akai, maybe it's because he felt like it was the least he could do (and definitely double the effort to make sure Scotch lives).

For Conan, it's because he knows nobody deserves to be alone. Especially, not Rei.

Then comes the outsider's POV with the squad being like: "idk this kid, but it feels like he's heaven sent; and if anything happens to him, we'll wage war"

and if anyone asks why not the 'kill-others-and-then-myself' line, they will reply: "It feels like we'd be disappointing the kid if we do that, and something tells us we don't want that to happen."

And then when it's the timeline for Scotch's supposed death, Akai did the most idiot thing that will have Conan lecturing him (that's why he won't tell) - he pointed the gun at himself, with Scotch still holding the trigger.

Of course, naturally, Hiro was frozen not for the fact that Rye had a grip on the revolver's cylinder, but because killing Rye was one thing he couldn't do. Not after finding out he's FBI. Not when Rye has a son waiting for him.

Now, this is not where the hilarious misunderstanding occured, but rather during their recon (the flashback of Masumi meeting Scotch). Let's say after the mission, they wondered why Rye still stuck around the train station, so they (him and Rei) followed out of curiousity and saw a young teen, around the age of the girl, hug the long-haired sniper with the said sniper twirling the boy around. (They basically mistook Shinichi as Akai's son, yeah).

I'm just stopping things here cuz I don't think I can be cohesive enough as it goes on. It's probably not the end of my time travel musings, though.

[joverflowers]

Do I dazzle you?

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National Citizens Against Police Harassment/Police Against Citizen Harassment Day & Trial Technology Day & National Gun Violence Awareness Day

Person A is creating a special technology to make guns ‘safer’, by only allowing them to shoot at predetermined targets using AI facial recognition software of a criminal database for guns issued for the police. But when the AI appears to get hacked, Person A struggles to fix the issue and quickly realizes that the AI has become sentient and has it’s own ideas about who should live and who should die. Person B is an activist who was strongly opposed to the idea and who Person A tries to convince to help them fix the issue - but Person B finds themself siding with the AI’s goals.

[steveseddie]

in bloom

written for the @steddiebingo kissing booth mini event | prompt: rose | rating: t | wc: 2,3k | tags: modern setting, flower shop au, wayne is the owner, eddie works with him, meet cute

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Work at the flower shop is always a little slow after Valentine’s Day.

Eddie has been helping Wayne at Munson’s Floral Treasures long enough to know this. They’ll still get orders, of course– fancy arrangements for weddings, smaller bouquets for birthdays and anniversaries, but most of these are ordered in advance. They don’t get many people walking in throughout the day, looking for a last-minute Valentine’s Day gift.

Eddie likes to send his uncle home on slow days like this. If there are no deliveries to be made and supplies aren’t coming in, Eddie is more than capable of handling however many customers come in by himself. If he can’t, all he has to do is run upstairs to the apartment and get Wayne.

So far there hasn’t been any need for that today. It’s been almost an hour since Eddie sent the old man away and no one has come into the shop. In the meantime, Eddie answers a few calls, writes down a couple of big orders, and sweeps the floor of the shop before going to the backroom to work on some new arrangements for their window display. In case anyone comes looking for a ‘Sorry I forgot about Valentine’s Day’ gift.

Eddie just got started on the second arrangement when the bell finally jingles.

He puts the shears down and steps out of the backroom, wiping his hands on his apron. “Greetings and welcome to Munson’s Floral Treasures!”

There’s a guy standing in the middle of the shop, facing away from Eddie as he studies the flowers covering the walls. He jumps when he hears Eddie, whirling around and offering a little wave. “Oh, hi.”

God, he’s pretty, Eddie thinks as he takes in the guy’s hazel eyes and soft lips. His eyes travel lower to the chest hair peeking out of the guy’s polo shirt and the way his jeans hug his thighs just right.

Then he remembers he’s working and ogling customers is probably rude. Clearing his throat, Eddie offers him a polite smile. “Can I help you?”

The guy shakes his hair out, running his hand through it to push it back. “Yeah, so, I have kind of a weird request.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Lucky for you, I love weird,” he says, which sounds a little weird and makes Eddie grimace. Jesus, try to be normal, Munson.

But the guy chuckles, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Well, I– I need a bouquet that says ‘fuck you’ in a passive-aggressive way,” he says, his eyes flickering nervously over Eddie’s face.

“That’s it?” Eddie asks with a snort. “Because I promise you, man, that’s not the weirdest thing someone has asked for.”

The guy’s eyebrows shoot up. “No?”

“Nope,” he says, leaning on his elbows and gesturing at the guy to come closer like he’s sharing a secret. “One time a guy came in and asked for a flower arrangement to apologize for breaking into a home.”

A disbelieving laugh tumbles from the guy’s lips. “What? Really?”

“Yup. That was the first time that a sale ended with me having to talk to the police,” Eddie says before pursing his lips. “Actually no, that’d be when I used to deal weed in high school.”

The guy lets out a loud laugh, scrunching his shoulders in a way that has Eddie melting against the counter. Pretty, hot and cute. That can’t be fair. “Well, I doubt my bouquet will involve any police investigation.”

“No?” Eddie asks, narrowing his eyes. “You’re not planning on murdering whoever you’re giving it to?”

The guy’s nose scrunches up. “God, I wish, but no, this is just for my own amusement.”

“Good thing I happen to be in the business of amusing pretty guys,” Eddie says, shooting him a flirty grin, getting all up in his space until the guy’s eyes widen and Eddie pulls back. “Uh, customers! I meant customers, Jesus.”

Luckily, the guy seems far from bothered by Eddie’s flirting. In fact, his eyes sparkle with something that looks suspiciously like interest, his cheeks turning pink.

Most times when Eddie has to put together an arrangement he asks the person to check out the shop while he goes to the work table they keep in the back, but he really doesn’t want to waste a moment with this guy so he says fuck it and starts working on the bouquet right there on the counter.

He can feel the guy’s eyes watching him curiously.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” Eddie starts, breaking the silence after a moment. “Who is this going to? Cheating girlfriend? Asshole boss? Shitty family member?”

He glances up just in time to catch the guy staring intently at Eddie’s hands as he works. When he feels Eddie’s attention on him, his head snaps up, the color on his cheeks deepening.

“Uh, no– no cheating girlfriend. No girlfriend at all actually,” he says. Then after a short pause, he adds, “no boyfriend either.”

Eddie almost drops the shears. It has to mean something that the guy wants him to know that, right?

Before Eddie can reply with something stupid like ‘good, do you want one?’ the guy keeps talking.

“You were right about the other two, though,” he says. “My shitty father is also my asshole boss.”

Eddie grimaces at that. Wayne is his dad in all ways that count and working with him isn’t bad, but for a second he entertains the idea of having to work with his father instead and already he’s convinced he’d need a couple of ‘fuck you’ bouquets too.

“Our firm is throwing him a party for signing this big company but they don’t care about how many people he had to fire for that to happen or how many of those so-called business trips he spent cheating on my mom,” the guy explains and Eddie lets out a sympathetic whistle.

“Fuck, man. That’s definitely shitty.”

The guy shoots him a tiny smile. “Yeah, and since I’m expected to attend, I thought I could at least get some enjoyment out of it.” He points at the flowers that Eddie is carefully selecting. “This seemed like a better idea than, like, sabotaging his party.”

Eddie lets out an amused snort. “Yeah, that’s probably smart.”

They fall into comfortable silence with the guy staring at Eddie while he works. This time it’s him who strikes up a conversation.

“So, uh, Eddie,” the guy starts, squinting his eyes to read the name tag on his shirt. “I’m not like, telling you how to do your job or anything but isn’t that a lot of orange and yellow? Aren’t those happy colors?”

“Actually, these orange lilies symbolize hatred,” Eddie explains. “And the yellow carnations symbolize rejection and disdain.”

The guy’s mouth falls open in an ‘o’ shape. He leans on the counter and picks another one of the flowers that Eddie has spread out on the counter. “What about this one?”

“Foxglove. They can represent insincerity and deceit.”

The guy nods along as Eddie continues to explain the meaning of every flower he has picked, his eyes sparkling with interest. Flower language is one of the many things Eddie could ramble about for hours, but people usually don’t care enough about it to hear him out. But this guy is listening intently, his chin resting on his hand as Eddie talks.

“And what does that mean?” He asks, pointing at the greens Eddie picked for filler.

“Nothing, that’s just greenery.”

“Oh,” the guy chuckles, ducking his head with an embarrassed little smile. “You– uh, you know a lot about flowers, man. How long have you been doing this?”

“Since I was a little kid,” Eddie says, carefully arranging the greens. “My uncle owns the shop so even before I came to live with him I was helping out here. My dad wasn’t around much, he used to drop me off all the time so Wayne started teaching me how to take care of the flowers, how to make arrangements. Now I also help him with deliveries and stuff.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s nice. I've always liked flowers. And I like doing things with my hands,” Eddie says, wiggling his fingers with a smirk, watching as the guy’s eyes follow the movement.

“They’re good. Your hands,” he says, the color rising on his cheeks when his words catch up with him. “I mean, they look good. What they’re doing looks good.”

A pleased grin stretches over Eddie’s lips. “Thanks, big boy,” he says, grinning wider when the guy’s breath hitches.

“Uh, Steve. I’m Steve.”

Eddie thought he’d have to come up with an excuse to ask for his name, some bullshit about needing it for the receipt, but he’s glad he doesn’t have to now. “Well, Steve, any preference for the wrapping?”

“Um, no. You pick.”

“Alright,” Eddie says, grabbing some green wrapping paper and tying it neatly around the bouquet with a red bow. “All done.”

Steve grabs the bouquet with an awed smile. “It’s perfect. So pretty that no one will know I’m telling my dad he sucks.”

“I aim to please,” Eddie says, grinning smugly.

Steve chuckles, reaching into his jacket for his wallet and sliding a card across the counter. Eddie rings him up as slowly as he can get away with, not wanting Steve to go yet.

By the way Steve lingers after Eddie hands his card back, maybe he doesn’t want to either.

“I should go, let you get back to work,” Steve says eventually. Eddie tries not to look too disappointed. “Thanks, Eddie.”

“You’re welcome, Stevie. Good luck with your dad.”

Steve makes a face but thanks Eddie again before turning around to leave.

When he’s almost at the door, Eddie impulsively calls after him. “Steve, wait!”

Turning around, he raises an eyebrow at Eddie.

“You– uh, you forgot something.”

“I did?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, plucking a red rose from one of their leftover Valentine’s Day bouquets and ducking under the counter to catch up with Steve by the door. “This.”

“For the bouquet?” He asks, tilting his head.

“No, for you,” Eddie says, “on the house.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “Do you give roses to all your customers?”

“Only the pretty ones I really want to see again.”

Steve smiles, finally reaching for the rose. “Well, then,” he says, winking. “I’ll see you, Eddie.”

Eddie grins. “Bye, Steve.”

***

The bell above the door chimes and Eddie pauses his pruning to greet the new customer.

“Welcome to Munson’s Floral Treasures, what can I do for– Steve!” He cuts himself off when he recognizes him, a too big grin appearing on his face.

Steve grins right back, offering a small wave. “Hi, Eddie.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see Wayne glancing at them over the shoulder of the old lady he’s currently helping. Eddie knows he’ll have to explain to his nosey uncle why he’s on a first name basis with a customer and why he’s so happy to see him, but he’ll worry about that later.

“You’re back,” Eddie says, turning his attention back to Steve. It’s been a week since the first time he was here and Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t spend his days glancing wistfully at the door every time someone came in hoping it was Steve. “Here for another ‘fuck you’ bouquet?”

Steve chuckles, following Eddie to the counter. “No, I’m here for something else.”

Eddie ducks behind the counter, resting his elbows on the surface. “Another weird request?” He asks, playfully waggling his eyebrows.

“You tell me,” Steve says, copying Eddie’s position on the opposite side of the counter, leaving their faces only inches apart. Eddie gulps, heat rising to his cheeks. “I need you to deliver a bouquet for me.”

“That’s pretty standard for a flower shop, Stevie,” Eddie says, cocking his head in amusement. “But sure, whatcha need?”

“A bouquet that says ‘do you want to go on a date with me?’”

Eddie blinks, trying to make sure he’s not imagining the little smirk tugging at Steve’s lips. “Oh, um, of course. We can do that!” He says, his voice an octave too high. “What’s– what’s the address for the delivery?”

That smirk turns into a full-on grin. “Oh, that’s easy,” Steve says, leaning even closer. Eddie hopes Wayne is too busy with the old lady to see what’s happening or he’ll never hear the end of this. “Munson’s Floral Treasures– ever heard of it?”

Eddie’s stomach flip-flops wildly. “You tryna ask my uncle on a date, Stevie?” He teases, barely able to keep the giddy smile off his face. “He might be a little too old for you.”

“Maybe,” Steve shrugs, walking his fingers on the counter until they’re brushing against Eddie’s arm. “But I think his nephew might be perfect for me.”

Eddie’s knees go weak from Steve’s words and his featherlight touch on his arm. “I think you might be right,” he says, biting his lip.

Steve’s eyes flicker down for a split second. “So, you’ll send that for me?”

“Yup. Happy to.”

“Great.” Steve grabs a pen from the counter and writes something down on the notepad where they take orders. “Here’s my number. You know, so you can let me know how the delivery went and what the answer was.”

Eddie nods, and with a wink, Steve turns around and leaves.

As soon as he walks through the door, Eddie grabs his phone and dials Steve’s number. He watches through the window as Steve stops and digs his phone from his pocket, a smile twitching at his lips as he brings it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“It’s a yes,” Eddie says eagerly.

Steve peers through the window and shoots him a lopsided grin. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“So can I pick you up on Friday at 7?”

Eddie forces himself not to let a happy squeal or punch his fist in the air because Steve can see him. “Yeah, that’s– that’s good.”

“See you on Friday then,” Steve says, hanging up and waving at Eddie through the window before he disappears down the street.

As soon as he’s gone, Eddie breaks into a grin. He gets weird looks from Wayne and the customers that come in throughout the day but it hardly matters. He has a date to look forward to.

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Police Officer & Mafia AU

Dona Pacifica and Police Officer Dipper. What kind of relationship does these two have?

Relationship Status Meme

--Relationship Status: Public Enemy/Secret Relationship--

In public Dona Pacifica Northerwest and Police Officer Dipper Pines are sworn enemies with Dipper determined to put her behind bars while Pacifica is determined to spread her influences across the criminal underworld...while hiding the fact they are lovers

[corkinavoid]

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I'm only linking my series here, not all prompts.

Changeling AU: [part 1], [part 2], [part 3], [part 4], [part 5], [a fic "Danny! Wait, who's Danny?"], [part 6], [part 7]

Haunted Family AU: [part 1], [a fic "It takes three days to get adopted"], [a fic "A cat walks by herself, but so does a ghost"], [a fic "A new family, an old family, and a never ever happening family walk into a gala"], [part 5]

Mercenary Danny AU: [part 1], [a fic "I'll pay you ten times"], [a fic "I want to hire you"], [a fic "I'm asking you out"]

Multiverse Police/Good!GIW: [part 1], [part 2], [side notes], [part 3], [another part 1], [another part 2]

Fantasy Magic School AU: [part 1], [a fic 'Fiance to a Star']

Fantasy Royal Fae AU: [part 1], [a fic 'Married to Winter']

Masters Mansion/Socialite Danny: [inspo], [part 1], [part 2], [part 3], [a fic 'Coronation'], [a fic 'There Are No Living Here']

John Constantine's Ghost Kids: [part 1], [part 2]

All the al Ghul Twins related posts: [one], [two], [three], [four], [five], [six], [seven]

Ring of Engage: [part 1], [part 2], [part 3], [part 4]

Hogwarts AU: [part 1], [part 2], [part 3], [part 4], [part 5], [part 6], [part 7], [part 8]

[puppetmaster13u]

You get exactly what I’m thinking lol!  Let Diana take him to her favorite ice cream shop(s) since clearly Marvel hasn’t gotten good icecream before!  Let Superman help him with “schoolwork” that’s more like a list of questions about ‘human adults and children’ (honestly J’onn might have his own list too) Let Bruce still agonize on if he can adopt Marvel because like?? Technically a child but also not?? Wait he doesn’t legally exist? Oh he can help with that- Let them gently explain things instead of just assuming the Cap instantly knows Let Hal have to explain why they can’t just let the tigers out of the zoo, Marvel, Billy, whatever name you’re going by right now, that’s dangerous for squishy human beings-

When the league finds out that Captain Marvel is a kid, why doesn't Billy just, do a bit of a half lie?

Oh yeah technically I (Marvel) came into being like 3 years ago at the rock of eternity, I usually use this form to go around as a human.

He doesn't mention that the 10 to 12 year old is his real form, and doesn't correct the league when they assume that Marvel came into being a full adult, not unlike Athena. And wait, didn't Zeus have shapeshifting abilities? Hm....

Billy is honestly very shocked that this is somehow working?? The league thinks he's an adult still, just uses younger form to try and figure out how humans work and have a childhood??

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Someday my prince will come

Written for day 30 of the @steddieholidaydrabbles and the 12 Days of Christmas bonus card of the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Sing & Movies

Rated: G

Tags: Post-Vecna; Pre-Steddie; Everybody lives; Injured Eddie; Hospitals; Eddie has a crush on Steve; Accidental love confessions

Notes: I wrote this, then googled the release date of the VHS and realized it didn't come out until 1994. Shut up, this is an AU now. 🤣

A high-pitched trill pierces through Steve’s foggy mind. He jerks awake and almost topples from his chair, hands grasping for his nail bat, for his ax, for anything. It’s the goddamn bats again, or police sirens, come to take Eddie away. He won’t let them, they’ll need to kill him before-

It’s not the bats or the police. 

Someone is singing.  

The realisation leaves him floundering and confused, even as the adrenaline slowly seeps from his body. Why is there a random woman singing operas in Eddie’s hospital room in the middle of the night? 

It takes him a few seconds until he makes out the source of the music: the television set in the corner of the room. 

The hospital doesn’t have video recorders, usually, but it quickly turned out that Eddie liked having noise and lights around, even during the first few days, when they weren’t sure he’d ever wake up. They tried the local stations at first, but the news are still full of Eddie’s face and murder allegations, and Robin needed to pry the remote from Steve’s fist before he could crush it. So Dustin brought in the video recorder, and everybody pitched in with their favorite movies, so that the hospital room never needed to be quiet. 

Right now, Snow White is singing to the seven dwarfs about how her prince will come someday. 

Who the hell picked that kitschy shit?

Steve cringes as she hits another ear-piercing note and turns to the nightstand to find the remote. 

And that’s when he sees that Eddie is awake and watching the screen. His pupils are large and unfocussed, but he’s smiling. It’s small and hesitant - a mere ghost of the bright, bold thing from before - but it’s the first smile Steve has seen on him since they brought him out of the coma. 

The song continues.

“I love this one,” Eddie says after a second or two. “We have it at home.” 

“Oh,” Steve says, realization slowly trickling in. This probably is the very copy Eddie is talking about. Wayne must’ve brought it. Must’ve dug through the rubble and debris that used to be his home to unearth this tape for his nephew. 

Eddie just keeps watching the movie and humming along with the song. It comes out raspy through his shredded throat.

“Haven’t watched it in a long while,” he whispers. “Thought I was too grown up for it. And ‘sides, fairytales never come true, right? No Prince Charming for me.” 

“Eddie,” Steve says before he can stop himself. The hand that was just reaching for the remote grasps for Eddie’s fingers instead. Eddie’s eyes shift over to him and that smile goes a little wider. It makes one of his dimples appear. 

“But now you're here,” he says. His voice is getting slurred from using it so much. “What took you so long, huh?”

Steve blinks. Oh God, is Eddie mistaking him for the stupid prince from the stupid movie? He looks a little bit like him, he guesses - if you’re high on pain meds and stuck in a dark hospital room, that is. He opens his mouth to tell him the truth, but Eddie tilts his head in the pillows, eyes stupidly large and dark, and the words die on his tongue.

“Sorry,” he shrugs, ignoring the red-hot blush that’s rapidly overtaking his face. “Got a bit delayed. You know how it is.” 

“‘s okay,” Eddie nods graciously, then frowns. “Where’s your horse? ‘s it not allowed in the hospital?” 

Steve quickly disguises his snort of laughter as a cough. Eddie’s brow wrinkles. 

“Um, yeah,” he says. “Had to leave it outside in the parking lot. Stupid hospital rules, right?” 

“Right,” Eddie agrees, and tries to lean in for a conspirational whisper. He’s still too weak, so Steve ends up bending down until his ear is nearly at his lips. “This place sucks. Stupid nurses won’t even let me have a smoke, can you believe it?” 

They both laugh, only that Eddie’s turns into a cough real quick. 

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, squeezing his fingers gently. “We’ll get you out of here in no time. You can stay at my place for a bit, I have it all figured out.”

Eddie freezes. 

“Oh,” he says, and suddenly he sounds all dejected and fearful. “That’s right. I need to’ tell ya somethin’.”

“Huh?” Steve says, resisting the urge to sweep a stray curl out of Eddie’s face. “What’s that?” 

Eddie sighs. It turns into a yawn halfway through. “You took so long to show up and … I wanted t’ wait for you, I really did, but … There’s someone else. Sorry.” 

Steve feels his frown melt into a smile, even as his heart gives a little tug. 

“Hey, that’s okay,” he says. “Are they good to you?”

Eddie bobs his head up and down, motions jerky and uncoordinated. Steve can tell he’s about to fall back asleep. 

“He’s brilliant, man. S’much more than I gave’m credit for. Kind and generous and brave and strong. Carried me outta that shithole all by ‘mself. And the way he tore that bat apart with his teeth? Holy moooh-... “ He yawns again, long and drawn-out. “-ley.” 

Steve doesn’t say anything. He thinks Snow White has finished her song by now, but he can’t be sure. The rush of his own blood in his ears is too loud. 

“Eddie, I-” he croaks after what seems like an eternity, but the only reply he gets is a long, hearty snore.

It’s okay, he guesses, brushing Eddie’s hair from his face before leaning back in his chair and focussing back on the movie. He’ll tell him some other time, when he’s feeling better and more clear in the head. It may still take a while, but until then, he can be patient. 

He’ll make it worth the wait for both of them. 

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[lurafita]

Don't mind me while I envision mundane au hacker Magnus.

Jace: "-anyway, this thing has taken over our computers and we can't access our files. Can you crack it?"

Magnus, sitting in front of the computer: "Oh, you sexy little thing."

Jace: "I'm flattered, but I'm straight."

Magnus: "I'm clearly talking about the code, Blondie."

Alec: "But you can get rid of it, right?"

Magnus: "Of course. How would you feel about going on a date with me after this, Handsome?"

Jace: "Are we supposed to not comment on you wanting to date a malicious software?"

Magnus, rolling his eyes: "I couldn't have been more obivously talking to your pretty (friend/brother/partner/boss)" - depending on circumstances

Alec: blushing and clearly pleased

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[ddodol]

ddodol's kinktober ²⁰²⁴ — riize

series ⭑.ᐟ synopsis ⭑.ᐟ just unleashing my freak one day at a time. new week starts every tuesday! content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, au, an anthology, some freaky stuff idk.

    ╔══════════════════════════════════╗     ║ ░░░░░░ freaktober ░░ ddlz ░░░░░░ ║     ╟────┬────┬────┬────┬────┬────┬────╢     ║L.CY│O.SR│S.ES│J.SC│P.WB│H.SH│L.SH║     ╟────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────╢     ║ ░░ │ 01 │ 02*│ 03 │ 04 │ 05*│ 06 ║     ╟────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────╢     ║ 07 │ 08 │ 09 │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ 13 ║     ╟────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────╢     ║ 14 │ 15 │ 16 │ 17 │ 18 │ 19 │ 20 ║     ╟────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────╢     ║ 21 │ 22 │ 23 │ 24 │ 25 │ 26 │ 27 ║     ╟────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────┼────╢     ║ 28 │ 29 │ 30 │ 31 │ ░░ │ ░░ │ ░░ ║     ╚════╧════╧════╧════╧════╧════╧════╝ *an exception because it's hani's birthday ! eunseok's and seunghan's are switched for the first week!

week one — feels prettier when i'm a mess .ᐟ

prompts ⭑.ᐟ spanking/impact play, sex toys, restraints/handcuffs, bondage/shibari, edging, cosplay, ass play/anal.

day one ⭑.ᐟ spanking / impact play with shotaro.

day two ⭑.ᐟ edging with seunghan. (happy birthday pookie)

day three ⭑.ᐟ restraints / handcuffs with sungchan.

day four ⭑.ᐟ bondage / shibari with wonbin.

day five ⭑.ᐟ sex toys with eunseok.

day six ⭑.ᐟ cosplay with sohee.

day seven ⭑.ᐟ ass play / anal with anton.

week two — anywhere but home .ᐟ

prompts ⭑.ᐟ airport, parent's house, gym, haunted house, museum, elevator, pool/shower.

day eight ⭑.ᐟ @ the airport with shotaro.

day nine ⭑.ᐟ @ your parent's house with eunseok.

day ten ⭑.ᐟ @ the gym with sungchan.

day eleven ⭑.ᐟ @ the haunted house with wonbin.

day twelve ⭑.ᐟ @ the museum with seunghan.

day thirteen ⭑.ᐟ @ the elevator with sohee.

day fourteen ⭑.ᐟ @ the pool / shower with anton.

week three — get a little halloween head like ooh .ᐟ

prompts ⭑.ᐟ angel/devil, mummy, beast, witch, black cat, vampire, police officer.   *halloween party at taro's!

day fifteen ⭑.ᐟ going as an angel / a devil with shotaro.

day sixteen ⭑.ᐟ going as a mummy with eunseok.

day seventeen ⭑.ᐟ going as a beast with sungchan.

day eighteen ⭑.ᐟ going as a witch with wonbin.

day nineteen ⭑.ᐟ going as a black cat with seunghan.

day twenty ⭑.ᐟ going as a vampire with sohee.

day twenty-one ⭑.ᐟ going as a swat officer with anton.

week four — i'm usually so unproblematic .ᐟ

prompts ⭑.ᐟ getting caught, inexperienced, forced proximity, corruption, secret relationship, distraction, betting/dare.

day twenty-two ⭑.ᐟ getting caught with shotaro.

day twenty-three ⭑.ᐟ inexperienced with eunseok.

day twenty-four ⭑.ᐟ forced proximity with sungchan.

day twenty-five ⭑.ᐟ corruption with wonbin.

day twenty-six ⭑.ᐟ secret relationship with seunghan.

day twenty- seven ⭑.ᐟ distraction with sohee.

day twenty-eight ⭑.ᐟ betting / dare with anton.

week five — i'm feeling kinda freaky .ᐟ

wildcard ⭑.ᐟ you'll see!