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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

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summerofsnowflakes · 4 years ago

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2. Sober Resolutions

Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. Now they have to deal with the day after the night before.

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: 18+ There is a bit more smut than the last one but i’ll leave it at that...

1. Tipsy Decisions

A/n: I got carried away with this part but @einfachniemand asked for a part 2 and I have answered! So I hope you enjoy this girl!

You felt the hangover looming and groaned into the pillow you had your face stuffed into; the room was swimming and the light from the window made you feel like you were in an operating room. You tried to sit up only to realise you were very naked underneath the sheets and were not in fact in your bedroom. The panic began to set in as you realised where you were and who you were with last night, Daveed waltzed into the room humming to himself. He was covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist and little water beads rolled down his body. You couldn't help but admire the sight before you. "Morning Beautiful." He practically sang in your direction. His words bought you back to last night.

Daveed wasted no time and laid himself down onto the sofa, pulling you up until you hovered over his face, you felt very vulnerable in this new position and felt a shiver run down your body in anticipation as you waited for him to close the gap between you both. He bought his face up and tentatively swiped his tongue along your slit and you sucked in a breath at the contact. He worked you slowly exploring every inch of your pussy as you held onto the couch arm for dear life, you wanted to take a bit more control and grind into him but you felt self conscious.

Daveed seemed to sense this and pulled back to stare up at you, you had to admit he looked fantastic in the position. He grabbed your leg reassuringly. "Hey, I got you. You're safe Y/n, just let go." You tentatively nodded in response and tried to relax into it. You felt his mouth form an O shape and placed it over your clit. He sucked it gently which made your body jerk in place at the direct contact on your sensitive area and you tried to lift yourself up from him because of the intense feeling but he snaked his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. He turned his attention back to his earlier actions. He sucked and flicked it in his mouth, he was relentless and you swore loudly at the feeling.

When he had you begging for more he switched up his actions and shifted you slightly so he had access to the whole area. He flattened his tongue making it as wide as possible and moved his head up and down along you folds and up to your clit. He continued, making you feel utterly euphoric and as the pleasure built you began to grind your hips into his face matching his movements. You built your speed up, rocking your hips back and forth and moaned out as you worked in tandem with one another. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first and you were a moaning mess on top of Daveed as he watched you in awe.

You climbed off of his face and sat on the floor absolutely exhausted, Daveed smiled at you and watched as your chest rose and fell. "You're so beautiful Y/n"

You returned his smile and felt yourself heat up at his words. You were overcome by your animal instincts and you post orgasm self confidence sky rocketed and positioned yourself between his open legs and unbuttoned his trousers, your smile darkened as the dirty thoughts passed through your mind and freed him from his tight boxers. You ran you hands along his thighs and you gazed up him, he wore a pained expression because of your tantalizingly slow actions. You had him right where you wanted him, you could see he was seconds from begging.

"Y/n." He whispered, the strain in his voice evident.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth D." You spoke sweetly. You took his dick in your hand and moved down from the tip to the base slowly applying a small amount of pressure, Daveed let out a breathy sigh as he dropped his head back onto the couch. With your hand still firmly placed around the base, you bought his dick to your mouth and tightened your lips around his tip, you swirled your tongue in a circular motion and sucked in at the same time. This earned you a grunt in response and Daveed lifted his hips up off the sofa in an attempt to push himself further into your mouth.

You pulled back and smiled to yourself. "Patience Diggs." You spoke quietly before placing a few chaste kisses along his length. As you reached the tip once again you licked the precum up and fixed your gaze back on him. He bought his hand up to your face and swiped his thumb along your lip collecting anything you had missed and held it out in front of you. Instinctively you responded and took his thumb in your mouth and sucked slow and hard keeping your eyes firmly placed on one another. With his other hand he tangled his fingers into the roots of your hair and guided your face back to his cock, this time he took control and expertly pushed your mouth down, you relaxed your throat and took him as far as you could. Daveed guided your mouth up and down slowly watching as you took him in your mouth, he almost came there and then.

As he relaxed into the pleasurable feeling you were able to take control again and increased your speed with each stroke you were able to take more of his length, but you wanted more. You pulled back once again. "Stand up for me." Daveed didn't question you and did as you asked. In your sweetest voice you purred. "Will you fuck my throat please."

Daveed chuckled lowly but didn't respond instead he repeated his earlier actions but with more force. He thrust himself back inside your mouth with rigor, hitting the back of your throat and you felt your mouth water at his action but he didn't give you time to focus on that as he set a relentless pace. Your throat contracted at the new sensation and visibly gagged at the his actions. Daveed noticed this and tried to pull back but you held him in place to signal he shouldn't stop. Your eyes watered at the sensation as he continued and you managed to tighten your lips and he let out a strangled moan, you felt his cock twitch and he came quickly into your mouth with a string of profanities leaving his. As he pulled out of your mouth, you felt his cum drip slowly down you chin.

You knew you had gone all the way and you would unpack that later because it had now been 10 minutes since he had walked into the room and you hadn't uttered a word. It's not like he was expecting too much from you, he had just gone about his business getting dressed but it felt weird reliving your night together with him in the room and not speaking. "You want some food?" Daveed asked as he finished up. "I can make something for us."

You felt yourself freak out at the implication of this, you didn't stay after sex. No. You and the guy from the night before did not spend time together after the night in question. You felt it gave men far too much power and you liked being the one in control.

"I was going to get going actually Daveed." You spoke softly, the guilt rose in your chest. You knew you were being stupid, this wasn't just a guy you picked up at a bar and got with, no this was your friend and someone you cherished. Yet your toxic little brain was still screaming at you to run for the hills. Daveed chuckled softly. "Nah, I'm not accepting that girl. Ima go make up some food, there's a towel in the bathroom for you to use and some clothes in the top draw that should fit you."

You were stunned by his blunt response and didn't say another word as he walked out of the room again. You knew you didn't really want to leave and deep down you actually respected his response, so you decided to stay.

You ended up having a lovely day together and you just enjoyed each other's company. It was a simple day, you went to the shops to get hangover snacks and watched a few films. Daveed indulged your inner child and agreed to watch one Toy Story movie, but then made you sit through a crappy action film as payback. It was honestly just two great friends spending the day together, there was no awkwardness about the previous night even though it was in the forefront of both of your minds. About ten minutes into second film you felt yourself grow sleepy and you snuggled up next to Daveed, he placed his arm around you and you drifted off into a light sleep. Your breathing was heavy but the film was loud. As an intense scene was taking place a loud rumble erupted from your tummy and Daveed could help but laugh loudly at you which startled you awake. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to wake you but you don't have to starve while you're here we can order food." He spoke still laughing softly. Your brain was clouded by sleep and confusion, you felt like you had missed the punch line.

"What do you mean?" You inquired.

"Your tummy just made the loudest noise I have ever heard." He smiled at you endearingly.

"Oh did it. Sorry Diggs." You replied still trying to make sense of the world.

"It's chill girl, you don't need to apologise, shall we order some food?" He placed his hand on your thigh tenderly.

You smiled sweetly. "Chinese?" You asked hopefully and he laughed again.

"You got it."

You wasted no more time ordering food and settled back into the chair while you waited for it to arrive. You tried to focus in on the film but you had missed a fair bit and truth be told it was really boring, you fell asleep because of it. You glanced in Daveed's direction slyly and spotted the TV remote next to him and before you had time to think it through you leapt across the sofa so you were vertical in his lap. He was stunned until he realised what you were doing and placed he hands on yours to stop you from taking it. "No Y/n. We're leaving it on." He barked jokingly.

"No it's awful." You tried to pull your hands and the remote free and you wiggled your body, but Daveed was stronger than you and your tangled body only weakened you. He jumped up so your back was against the sofa and he straddled your legs and looked down at you. You were trapped but you had the remote now and thought quickly before you slipped it behind your back and into the waistband of his sweatpants, you poked your tongue out at him.

He laughed at your childish antics. "Y/n, I have no problem taking those off you to get what I want." He spoke playfully.

Your mind went there and you bit back at him. "I'm not stopping you from taking what you want." You bit your lip at your own implication and you saw his eye flicker down your body. He bought himself down to hover over you, he was inches away from your face and you could feel his breath on your lips. You leaned up to meet his lips but the sound of the buzzer bought you back to reality and you both jumped away from one another as though you had been caught in the act. "I'll go get it." Daveed mumbled sheepishly.

For the first time over the last 24 hours it felt awkward, sure the line had been blurred but that was fueled by alcohol. Today has been relatively platonic but now you both had come inches away from making out sober and that would be a lot harder to explain away. Daveed laid out the food on the coffee table along with plates and cutlery. You sat yourself on the floor so you could access the food more easily. Nothing was said while you served up and settled against the foot of the sofa, that awful movie was still playing and you realised you still had the remote in your pants. You bashfully pulled in out and left it on the sofa next to Daveed but he didn't touch it. Instead he focused all of his attention on his dish of food, he pretended it was giving him a ted talk.

After five long minutes of dead silence between you both, Daveed finally spoke. "Look Y/n. We can dance around one another and for the next six months sleep together drunk and try to pretend this is just sex. But I don't want to do that, it's a waste of time. The sex was amazing and what made it better is that I woke up with one of my best friends the next day, even if she did try to run." He paused to see if you were with him and you turned to face, you didn't quite meet his eyes. "What I am trying to say is I want to see what happens, I don't just want sex, I want the vibe we have outside of that. Y/n I want you."

Your mind raced and you silently freaked out, you opened your mind to say something and closed it again. You repeated this a few times trying find the words, you felt like a fish. "But I am scared, if this doesn't work out I don't want to lose my friend."

"Who said you're going to lose me?" He asked sincerely and took your hand in his. "If it doesn't work out I'm still going to be your friend, but I want to you give this a try. Do you?"

You sat and thought to yourself, commitment was terrifying to you and this wasn't any random guy, this was Daveed. You finally met his gaze and gave into your heart. "Yes I want to give it a go."

You both let out a sigh of relief at your words and he sent a cheesy smile you way. "Okay, no pressure but I'm gunna kiss you now Y/n."

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Your Perfect...

Request: the reader is always willing to go down on Dean but when Dean goes to return the favor the reader stops him and always finds an excuse. No one has ever offered to go down on her before so she’s insecure about it and doesn’t want to look weird in from of dean. I hope this makes sense!

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), language, insecure reader, body image issues, self-hate (a little), I think that’s it unless I’ve messed something.

Word Count: 2253

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold! Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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This was not a new position for you, not even close, but here you were once again. On your knees with Dean's glorious, thick, throbbing, dripping, cock in your mouth.

You loved to watch him when he got close the way he was right now. His head was thrown back against the wall, his eyes closed tight, showing off those beautiful eye crinkles that you loved so much, his breathing labored, his tongue reaching out and licking at his bottom lip before he sinks his perfect white teeth into the soft flesh there; trying to control the noses that were coming from his mouth.

Goosebumps rose all over his body, as his hips begin rocking into your mouth as he gets closer and closer.

You run your tongue up the thick vein that is basically pulsing at this point. Your fingers wrapped firmly around his base, holding off his release some as you took his whole length inside your mouth, the taste of him overwhelming your senses as you let go and swallowed him all the way to his hilt.

His body stiffened and jerked as he spilled down your throat. Your name with a string of curse words and incoherent sounds fell from his lips as you sucked him dry, massaging his tight balls as his dick jerked in your mouth, making sure you had taken all he could give you. His body finally falling limp against the wall as you released him from your hold.

Standing as he wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you to his chest and kissing you deeply, his tongue tasting himself on your lips as he dominated your mouth.

"Your turn," he said, backing you to the bed as he continued his assault on your mouth.

You struggled against him to get a word in as he backs you to the bed letting you fall on the mattress, and crawling over you like a predator about to devour his prey.

Reaching his hand down, running his fingers up your bare thigh and across your folds, massaging your swollen clit with his fingertips as he kissed his way down your jawline to your neck, working his way down your body, stopping to give each nipple attention; worshiping your body like you were the most perfect thing he'd ever seen. Just as his lips made their way down your stomach though you couldn't do it, your own insecurity winning out over the overwhelming need for him.

"Dean stop!" you said, jumping off the bed like you'd been shocked. Dean raised up on his knees. He looked hurt by your rejections even though he remained quiet for a moment.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice was gentle, but his eyes showed just how much your repeated rejection of him hurt.

You were more than willing to go down on Dean, in fact, you loved it. The way he felt thick and heavy against your tongue and down your throat, the way he tasted, the way he looked as he came undone under your power. It was a rush you'd never get tired of, and honestly, you could probably get off on just watching him.

Even though you'd been together for almost six months now, you never let him return the favor. Every time he'd make a move to go down on you, you would stop him.

You were afraid.

Afraid you wouldn't look as pretty as some girls he'd been with, because Dean had been with a lot of women.

What if you tasted off, what if you disgusted him.

No man has ever offered to go down on you before, even though you'd been with men before Dean. They were usually ass holes who wanted nothing more than to get themselves off, you were just a fuck toy for that moment.

When you had met Dean everything was different, he was kind and gentle. The hands that killed monsters where the very hands that touched you so softly. He acted like you were his everything, something precious that should be worshiped and reverenced, but you didn't understand why. He was a freaking Greek God robed in flesh. His body, his features, everything was perfect. Any woman with a pulse, and apparently some that no longer had a pulse... Would give their left arm to sleep with him, have him touched them the way he did you. Still, you just couldn't let him do it.

You didn't want to lose him, you couldn't, especially over something like this, you wouldn't live through it.

You and Dean had sex plenty of times. It usually was a nightly thing for the two of you when you were home. You would let him do just about anything he wanted, except that.

Right now though, looking into those olive-green eyes that you loved so much, filled with hurt and rejection, you knew you had to come clean to him or you were going to lose him. He wasn't going to keep letting you tell him no and push him away without a reason, and you knew it.

"Dean," you said softly, moving over to the bed to sit down next to him, taking his hand in yours. He was quiet, watching, trying to figure this out. His eyes searched you, you could feel them even though you couldn't meet his gaze.

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's me."

Dean looked at you more confused than he was a few moments ago before the confusion quickly turned to anger.

"Has someone hurt you before? Tell me who that mother fucker is and I swear to God..."

"No Dean, no one has ever done anything to me. It's just." you let out a sigh, trying to put your feelings into words that didn't sound stupid, or childish as the felt right now in your head.

"No one has ever.. done that.. gone down on me before. I'm afraid you won't like me anymore if you do because no one ever thought I was good enough to do it before now, so there must be something wrong with me that I don't know about. What if I look funny or something is off, and you don't want to be with me anymore," you confessed to him, refusing to look up at him. You could feel your embarrassment burning in your face, and tears were prickling in your eyes.

Dean sat there for a moment in stunned silence. Of all the things that could have come out of your mouth, that was NOT what he was expecting. Not even close.

Reaching up he softly placing his hand on the side of your face, forcing her to look at him.

"Sweetheart, you are so, so wrong. Those idiots you were with before were just assholes. They only were out for themselves, they didn't care about you the way I do. You're perfect! There is absolutely nothing wrong with you! Don't ever tell yourself that, and I'm not going anywhere. You couldn't get rid of me even if you wanted too. I love you, everything about you is perfect to me. I just want to show you how much I love you, Sweetheart, let me show you, and if you still feel uncomfortable I'll stop, but I promise you nothing is going to change the way I feel about you, even if you never let me touch you that way. I'm in this for the long haul, pretty girl."

His lips brushed yours and he wiped away the tears that had made their way down your face. His touch was gentle, cautious, and patient. He wasn't going to push you, and you knew that, but you didn't ever want to see that hurt look on his face again. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just being self-conscious and paranoid over nothing. Those other guys were dicks. Dean loved you. He'd never let anything come between the two of you, so why in the world were you sitting here letting this stop you from being closer to the man you loved more than your own life.

"Okay," you said, swinging your legs back over onto the bed, laying your head down against the pillows, pulling Dean by the shoulders to hover over your body again. His lips met yours again in a slow, tender kiss.

"If you feel uncomfortable tell me and I'll stop, there's no rush, there's no hurry, we have all the time in the world okay? We will go slow. I'm okay with that."

You nodded your head as his lips came down on yours again. His lips make their way in soft kisses from your lips to the shell of your ear, running his teeth and tongue lightly over the shell of your ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, and he worked his way down to your pulse point on your throat, nipping and sucking there, leaving his mark on you, one that you wouldn't even bother trying to cover up in the morning. You were proud to be his, and you didn't care who saw it.

When he was done there he worked his way down to your breast. Giving each equal love and attention before kissing his way down the valley of your cleavage, and down your stomach. Your breathing gets faster as he made his way to your hips. Kissing each hip softly. Letting his breath fan over your overheating flesh.

You were terrified but determined. You weren't going to let your own insecurities come between you.

Dean's hands ran down your side, making their way to your knees, spreading your legs for him, giving him a full view of your already wet folds.

"So fucking gorgeous, baby," he mumbled, close enough that his breath puffed out over your skin in little huffs, causing your own goosebumps to rise over your body.

Being as soft and gentle as he could, Dean licked a strip through your folds, stopping at your clit and lapping at it gently in a barely-there touch that nearly had your body arching off the bed.

"Fuck you taste good, Sweetheart," he said, his voice deep and rough, his shaft hardening again against your leg as he covered your pussy with his mouth.

He felt like he was everywhere all at once. His tongue licking and lapping at your dripping sex, sucking your clit into his mouth, eating at you like a starving man. His hand made its way to yours and he laced your fingers together as he continued his administrations.

That same warm feeling started to form in your lower belly as your free hand gripped the sheets. The coiling tight on the inside of you, spreading its way through your limbs like a wildfire in dry brush, your hips moving on their own against his face as his tongue worked you over. Moans and sinful sounds fell from both your lips, filling the room around you. Your breathing is coming in short spurts. Pleasure coursing through your body as he pushed you closer and closer to your release.

"Dean," you whimpered.

It was all you could get out. You were so close one more lick of his tongue and you'd be a goner.

"Let go, Baby, I got you," he said against your skin, sending vibrations through your whole body. His thick tongue sank into your soaking cunt and your body cave around you. Your walls milking his tongue as the coil inside of you snapped and the strongest orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through your body.

Dean didn't stop lapping up all that you had to give him like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Working you through your orgasm until you came down completely, leaving you a sweating, panting mess.

Dean crawled his way back up your body. Kissing his way back up your lips. The taste of you lingering on his tongue as he kissed you gently before sinking deep inside of you in one swift thrust. Your back arching to meet his chest as pumped himself into you over and over again, everything made more sensitive by your previous orgasm.

Before you knew it you were at the edge again.

"Fuck Dean, I'm close," you half moan as you clung to his shoulders. His own pace is starting to get sloppy, losing his perfect rhythm as his own end approached.

"Me too, Baby."

With that your second orgasm hit you. Your vision blurring around the edges as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over you. Dean's name falling from your lips like a prayer as he buried himself deep inside of you, spilling his seed, coating your insides with him, grunting into his own release; rocking into you slowly as you both came down from you high.

Laying you down next to you Dean pulled your body flush with his as you trace his tattoo absently, just enjoying the afterglow of all that he'd given you.

Dean peppered your face with little kisses as sleep started to take its hold on you. His strong arms wrapped up around you, his hands trailing little patterns on your back.

You were so glad you finally let him in, fully, trusting him with your body. Because that's what it really is about. Trusting him to take care of you, just like he trusts you to take care of him. A partnership. One that's not ever going anywhere.

You loved him more now, even though you didn't think that was possible, than you ever had before, and you would love him as long as you had breath in your body. That much you were sure.

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fleetwoodmoth · 4 years ago

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Family

Chapter 7

With all those death omens in the new Night City Wire I’m fighting back my sadness by writing more of this au, enjoy!

Vesper let the smoke curl for her lips in a thick spiraling cloud which drifted up and dispersed like bubbles rising to the surface of water across the ceiling. Jackie’s cheek was pressed against her stomach, his body resting between her legs, hands pressed against her hips. She reached down and ran her nails against his scalp, eliciting a rumbling sigh from his chest. After a moment Jackie turned his head and pressed a kiss against her stomach, the action soft and lingering, like he was worshiping her. While tender, something nagged at Vesper. Last night he had called her out of the blue while she was with a client, not something he had ever done before making the reason he called even more suspicious. He had sounded strained, almost nervous, his voice trying to stay soft despite the way it dropped unintentionally, like he had something stuck in his throat. She had expected some kind of explanation when she met him at his place that night, but it had already been nearly 24 hours since and he still hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room.

“Baby,” Vesper said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“What’s on your mind?” She asked.

There was a long pause, too long to be nothing, before Jackie finally spoke “Am I that obvious?”

Vesper let out a small sigh of relief that he didn’t try to deny it.

“There are times where you’re being yourself, and times where you seem lost in your own head, I’m worried about you,” she said softly.

“I don’t mean to worry you jaina, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

Vesper hummed an acknowledgement, offering him the blunt which he accepted, taking a drag before exhaling “It involves you.”

She perked up at that, her heartbeat leaping slightly, anxiety running through her veins as she tried to go through every little thing she may have done to upset him. He must have felt her freeze up, because he quickly added “your safety. I should have told you sooner.”

Somehow that was better than what she had made up on the spot. Maybe her last relationship was a little more than just heartbreaking.

“This guy I borrowed money from a while back, well I repaid him a few weeks ago, now he’s come back now saying I owe more.”

Vesper relaxed back into the pillows before nodding, a new fear creeping into her stomach.

“When I called you, it was cause he told me to, implied something was wrong. I think your client was his friend, like insurance so that I wouldn’t beat him to death just for threatening you.”

Vesper swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry and sticky, she tried to blame the smoke as she reached for the bottle by her bed.

“He was a bit of a dick,” she said, voice scratchy as she took a sip of water.

He only went by Dee, and he had under tipped the bar staff, got aggressively territorial the more he drank, and finished after about three minutes before throwing her out. She had had worse, but he was by no means on her list of favorites.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Jackie asked, kissing her stomach again before pushing himself up on his elbows so he could look up at her properly.

“No, he was a jackass, but if what you say is true, he probably was under orders not to,” she said cupping his face with her hands.

Jackie took a hit off of the blunt before kissing his way up to her face.

“Good,” Jackie kissed at her neck and jaw, and she gave him time to process what he wanted to tell her.

“I need you to lay low, just for a little while, until Friday.”

She made him pull back to look at her again.

“I don’t want to be a passive player in this, if this man is threatening us then I want to help,” she said.

Jackie blinked a few times, looking slightly dazed at her reply.

“But it’s my fuck up, you shouldn’t have to get involved.”

“But I am, and even if I wasn’t, I’d still want to help you, because I—“ she stopped herself, her throat tightening in sudden panic “—because I don’t want you having to deal with this alone.”

They sat in their shared quiet, Jackie dropping his gaze, contemplating her answer. She didn’t like the idea of being used as some kind of bargaining chip, especially to hurt someone she cared about, and she hoped Jackie would understand.

“Also I… think I have some people who can help,” she said, Jackie sitting up with interest.

“Oh?”

“I told you, the Moxes take care of each other, I’m a Mox, you’re with me so you’re part of the family,” she said.

“You think they’d want to help me though?”

“Well, since your friend threatened me, then it involves them, which means yes, they will.”

She pursed her lips and Jackie pulled himself up, kissing her deeper than she had anticipated, causing her to let out a small surprised giggle.

“I’m not about to reject something like that, but just know that if this gets too hot I want you to be safe,” he said after a minute, pulling away just slightly, eyes tracing her face, voice soft.

“I promise to stay safe, if you promise to do the same.”

He kissed her again, and Vesper draped her arms around his neck, she could feel the tension leave him, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. She couldn’t help but smile, he trusted her, and she felt for the first time that maybe she could be happy with someone.

“He’s with me,” Vesper said as she and Jackie blew into Roxie’s bar together.

Vesper had spent most of her nights here early on as a joygirl, it was like a communal safe house for the Mox and their associates, and while most of Vesper’s clients sought her out outside of the Mox, she still felt like she was coming home when she saw the pink neon signs.

“Volt honey who is this lovely piece of arm candy?”

Vesper turned from where she and Jackie had settled at the bar to the over modded Mox behind her.

“Hey Rath,” she said with a smile.

Rath stood at about 5’6” and was nearly completely covered in modded material. His skin was a canvas of blue ‘tattoos’ that had been etched into the porcelain like material that he had instead of skin, and his hair was a bright blue, cropped short against his scalp. She had met Rath when he was still mostly organic, they used to smoke and talk shit out front before both of their demand had risen to a point where they could only message each other throughout the day.

“This is Jackie,” Vesper said, turning to introduce him officially.

“Oh this is the Jackie Welles? Color me honored,” he said holding out a hand which Jackie took to shake.

“We’ve heard so much about you,” Rath said, resting his free hand on top of Jackie’s.

Vesper blushed, turning back to her drink, not making eye contact with either of the men beside her. She didn’t think she had talked that much about Jackie, it had only been around a month since they had started seeing each other, even less since they had started letting themselves become romantically involved.

“C’mon Rath, don’t crowd the man,” she said.

“Ey it’s fine, it’s nice to meet Vesper’s friends,” Jackie said, his voice relaxed.

Vesper blushed further, not because she was embarrassed of him, but because he seemed legitimately interested in her life. Every day was like a new surprise with him but it was more like a blooming flower instead of a stinking onion, it was a gift and for the first time she stopped to wonder what she had done to be so lucky. But that moment passed as she remembered why they were there in the first place, a big sharp thorn in the rose bush.

“V darling you have to tell me where you found such a catch,” Rath said over his shoulder to her, having situated himself between her and Jackie’s bar stools.

“Maybe some other time, I’m—we’re here on Mox business.”

Rath seemed to perk up even further, the prospect of violence always got him excited, more so even than a hot piece of ass.

“Oh?”

“We need some firepower and possibly back up, Jackie has a Valentino breathing down his neck.”

Rath looked between the two of them before cracking a wide smile.

“How exciting!”

“Keep it in your pants Rath, we’re trying not to spill too much blood.”

“Less exciting, but we can do that, let’s go somewhere a little more private, shall we?”

Rath pushed himself away from the bar, taking both Jackie and Vesper’s hands and tugging them along, indicating that they follow. Across the neon blue dance floor and past the braindancers slumped on nearby booths was a door to the back rooms, and an old world velvet and glass lounge where several Mox members waved and greeted Vesper who took her time to acknowledge them all. She wondered if the Valentinos were like this, she only had a few customers from them, Jackie being the most recent and the way he spoke about family made her assume is was at least somewhat similar.

“Now what are you looking for? Firepower to scare this Valentino off? A good old fashioned mugging? Dirt on him and his?” Rath rattled off the options like it was the bar menu.

Vesper settled across from Rath who had perched himself on one of the free couches, looking to Jackie who took a seat beside her.

“I need him to know he can’t fuck with my family,” Jackie said after a minute, the comment catching Vesper off guard. She had been so insistent on Jackie being part of the Mox family because he was with her, but she never thought about how she was a part of his world now too. She slyly slipped her hand into his palm, returning her gaze to Rath as she felt him squeeze.

“Oh alright, intimidation, you got guns?”

Jackie let out a laugh that made Vesper’s heart flutter. She composed herself before giving Rath a nod.

“I got fire power, that’s not the problem, he made it clear he can get at my girl, and I want him to know that’s a bad idea, you get me?”

Maybe it was the Valentino in him or maybe it was just Jackie being Jackie, but he was clearly on the same wavelength as Rath.

“He threatened Vesper? Our Vesper? Ha!” Rath let out a sharp laugh “does he know he stuck his dick in the hornets’ nest by doing so?” Rath clicked his lighter as he brought a cigarette to his lips to light it.

“No, he thinks he can get to me anywhere,” Vesper added.

“Then we just show him the same deal, you got a name for this guy?”

“He goes by Bolts, but his name is Rodrigo Aguirre,” Jackie said.

“Alright, we can do some digging, should have his home address and the home addresses of his closest friends by the end of the day.”

Jackie leaned back, eyebrow raised “that quick?”

“Yeah, you got a whole birth name, that’s as good as gold to a good fixer.”

“Shit, I forgot what it was like to have people at my back,” Jackie said.

“Don’t sweat it, you make Volt happy, you’re a good guy as far as she’s told us-“ Rath winked at Vesper who blushed “-that means you’re good with the Mox, we’ll get you guys the info.”

“Thank you Rath,” Vesper said, leaning forward to take his hand in her own.

“You’re welcome babe, you two go home and lay low for a bit, I’m sure you’ll figure out something to keep yourself occupied while we get the shit,” Rath said.

Vesper pulled back, shaking her head with a smile. There was something about being with her people, the Mox, Rath, alongside the man who made her infinitely happy so far. It felt good, warm, it felt like home.

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obviouslyelementary · 5 years ago

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It’s about family - Chapter 5

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24198928/chapters/58490806

Warnings: Remus being a dick and the others responding to it.

Ships: Demus.

Tags: @yuna-dan

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Chapter 5 - Feeling fine

Patton could still faintly hear the conversation in the room next door when he and Logan made their way inside the luxurious bathroom. It was truly a sight of dreams: a beautiful marble sink, a bathtub, golden faucets... Remus was really rich. Really really rich.

Logan closed the door behind them both and looked at Patton while he distracted himself with the decorations in the bathroom, squealing softly when he saw a porcelain frog on top of a shelf.

"Look Logan! It's so cute! Can I steal it?" he asked, as a joke, taking the little frog in his hands and showing it to his friend, but Logan rose an eyebrow at him and removed the porcelain piece from his hands, putting it down on the sink.

"Don't act like this Patton. You know I know all your schemes" he said, firmly, and Patton immediately deflated, sighing and sitting on the closed toilet seat. After a moment of silence, Logan placed the frog back on the shelf so he could sit on top of the sink, arms crossed over his chest. "Aren't you going to talk to me, Patton?"

"I don't have anything to talk about, you were the one that brought us here" he said, grumpily, like he did when he didn't want to do something. He could be a dad, but he was still very much a child at heart. He looked up at Logan, but the teacher just rose an eyebrow again and made him look down with a sigh. "I'm fine... and I know you won't believe me but I am."

"Patton... I will believe you, as long as you are honest with me" he said, and then reached for Patton's hand, holding it and making him look up. "I'm your friend. Your best friend. I know you inside out. I just want to make sure you are comfortable, because I know you will shut your worries and problems down for the sake of others, and I know Roman and Virgil really need us here. I just want to make sure you know that I can handle this, in case you cannot."

Patton couldn’t help but smile at that, his eyes even burning a little. God, Logan was the bestest of friends he could have ever had, and he really cared about him, even if he wasn't all that good at showing. The worry in the teacher's eyes were enough to make Patton sigh and stand up, pulling Logan for a dreaded hug.

Logan didn't like physical contact, but he hugged Patton back with no hesitation.

"Oh Logan... you are... you are the best" Patton said, a little emotional, before he pulled back and held the teacher's hands. "I promise you I am fine. Sure, a little uncomfortable, and maybe a bit too vulnerable, but I am fine. I can and I will stay here for my friends. And Janus clearly doesn't intent on saying anything, so I don't think we need to worry."

"Well that I did notice... he seems to be just as keen as you to remain silent about the fact that we do know each other" Logan admitted, and then looked at Patton, furrowing his eyebrows. "That will not refrain the talk from happening. If he is Remus' partner, and if he remains here in town like Remus surely will, then eventually the truth will come out, and we will have to talk to Roman and Virgil about it."

"Yeah yeah I know" Patton said, sighing and looking at the closed door, hearing Roman's loud laugh coming from it. "But not now. We first need to figure out how to help Roman and Virgil deal with Remus coming back... also what do you think of him?"

"Remus? Oh he is clearly an immature individual with self-esteem issues that would rather push those vulnerabilities on others rather than facing them himself and solving his own issues. I dislike him, that is what I mean."

"I know what you mean" Patton chuckled and shrugged. "I mean he is quite rude and I thought I would have to fight him for almost making Roman cry, but I don't think he is that harmful. We just need to make sure Virgil and Roman don't feel personally attacked."

"Do not worry. He is clearly not prepared for any good remarks I might have, considering his reaction to my retort to his offensive remarks about Roman. So I have everything under control" Logan said, and Patton smiled at the hint of pride in his voice. "Also, apparently Janus has control over him, so as long as Janus is around, I don't think Remus will be much of an annoyance."

"I do think you're right" Patton chuckled, and then stood up, smiling at Logan. "Now can we please come back? I'm hungry and I want more wine, it is... fantastic!"

"Of course. Just... don't forget you can always count on me, okay Pat?" Logan asked, and Patton grinned, pulling him for a tight hug that this time was not corresponded.

"Of course, my goofy little cutie favorite teacher of the whole wide world!" he squeaked, and Logan blushed deeply, shaking his head and sighing while he smiled.

"Good. Let's go."

When they came back to the room, Janus, Virgil and Roman were still in a deep conversation, both men shifting on the couch to sit closer to Janus. Patton and Logan then sat closest to the empty chair where Remus had been sitting, and only a few moments later he showed up again, carrying two glasses of wine and seeming a bit calmer than before. The conversation immediately died, and Janus accepted both the glass and the kiss with a smile.

"Thank you honey. Are you feeling any better?" he asked, and Remus let out a sigh, nodding and sitting on his previous chair while looking away from everyone in the couch. Janus raised an eyebrow at that, and tilted his head just a bit. "Love?"

"... I'm sorry for my rude behavior" Remus said, through his teeth, and Virgil grinned so wide that even Patton was impressed his face could do that.

"Oh my fucking god, what happened to you?" Virgil laughed, clearly more comfortable now, and Remus sent him glares that could have killed him, if glares could kill. It was so similar to Roman's killer glare that Patton felt a bit unnerved. "You're like a little doggie that learned tricks and doesn't want to disobey your master!"

"Virgil" Patton said, noticing his turn to calm down his friends since the power seemed to be shifting "behave. Don't be mean."

"Thank you Patton" Janus said, finally addressing him directly, and Patton snapped his head to the side to look at him, not even noticing how he noticed about Janus never directly talking to him, and also noticing how his heart seemed to rate at the single saying of his name through his lips. "Now that we are all calm, why don't we have a civilized conversation about, well, anything. As long as we don't go hurting each other."

"Well... since you asked us what we do, what about we ask you? What do you do for a living, Janus?" Roman asked, smiling at him, clearly more at ease and seeming to quite enjoy Janus' company. The host gave Roman a smile, and crossed his legs again, sipping on his wine.

"Let's see... I too come from a rather wealthy family, so I have my own savings and I praise a more... luxurious life. But after I worked for years to become a judge, and solved many cases as a lawyer and a prosecutor, I decided to put my law days aside for a while at least and pursue my true passion, teaching."

Oh that... that was new.

"Teaching?" Roman asked, amused, and looked at Logan. "We have three teachers in this room that's marvelous! And what are you going to teach? And where?"

"Well, I applied to the local school as a high school history teacher, and I have already been accepted. I will start to lesson in the next Monday, so I believe Logan will see me quite often" Janus said, and Logan pressed his lips together, before nodding slowly.

"It will be a pleasure to work with you, Janus. Someone who studied law as their major surely is very intelligent and capable of teaching students about whatever they desire" Logan said, but it felt a bit tight and lacking the usual excitement Logan had when he talked about his work.

Patton hoped it wasn't because of their... situation.

"For sure working with you will be a blast. I already have so many ideas we can discuss for interdisciplinary activities, since the world now is so connected and interesting."

"Indeed. Many teachers are quite excited to start planning some different activities for the students, you will probably learn about them as you go" Logan said, still not at all excited, and the conversation seemed to die for a moment, with no one saying anything.

That was when Patton felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and took it out, looking at the message he had received. He hummed and stood up, excusing himself, and going to the bathroom to accept Thomas' call.

"Hey kiddo!" he said into the phone, closing the bathroom door, and hearing Thomas sigh in the other end.

"Dad, we are out of ice cream!" he whined, and Patton frowned, looking down at the clock. It was past ten pm already!

"Thomas, you are not going to eat ice cream after ten pm! Even if we had ice cream! That's bad for your stomach!"

"But daaaaaaad I really want ice cream!"

"Thomas, you are fifteen years old, why are you whining as if you were five?"

"Because that always makes you buy me what I want..."

"... tomorrow I will go and buy ice cream. Tonight you are going to have to serve yourself with whatever we have there. I think there are some cookies on the second shelf inside the cabinet. Be careful! You're not tall enough to get it so use a-"

"Already got it!"

"... Thomas did you climb the counter with socks on?"

"... how do you know?"

"Ugh... fine just... eat those cookies and go to bed before midnight! Okay?"

"Alright dad! Love you! Have fun!"

"Love you too... and he's gone" Patton said, pulling the phone away and chuckling to himself. He shook his head and walked back out, all the eyes turned to him making him blush.

"Is everything alright?" Virgil asked, always the one worried about everything, and Patton chuckled softly.

"Yeah, Thomas wanted ice cream so he called me to whine about it. The usual" he said, getting in his spot again and sitting down. He looked around to see Janus staring at him, and the host sipped on his wine before shifting on his chair.

"So Thomas... is your son correct?" he asked, and Patton nodded, smiling at him.

"Yes he is. My good old boy Thomas."

"How... old is he?" Janus asked, clearly curious, but there was something else in his eyes Patton couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"He is fifteen. Just started high school" he said proudly. He was very proud of Thomas.

Remus just let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Having a kid in high school? Being a single dad to a teenage boy? Working at a toy store to pay your bills? Your life sounds like a living nightmare" he said, and it wasn't as mean as it was just... honest. But Patton just turned to him and smiled.

"Many people see it like that, but in all honesty, it is extremely rewarding. I took Thomas in when he was recently born, and even though most people thought I was too young and naïve to have a child and raise them on my own, I didn't listen to them and did the best I could. I got a job instead of going to college, I rented a small apartment, and I was the best I could be, saving money everywhere I could, and now I am able to pay my rent, make sure he always has whatever he wants to eat, buy him presents, and he is just a lovely kid. He is sweet, smart, talented, everything I could ever wish for, and I think I raised him really well. So yes, it sounds like a nightmare to most, but to me it was a dream! A dream come true! I don't have much, but gosh the love I have for my kid, and the love he has for me too, it is so much more than any successful job or material gain, or even romance could ever give me. Everyone has their own desires, and mine was always to have a kid and put them into the world. So I am fulfilling my dream. Are you fulfilling yours?"

That end wasn't supposed to feel so rude, but it was honest. Patton... loved his life. He wouldn't change it for the world. And the look on Remus' face, of both surprise and shame, made him feel bad but proud at the same time, because that showed that Remus hadn't even found his dream yet, let alone conquered it.

Everyone had a different dream. He knew Logan's consisted mostly in teaching everything he knew and learning more and more every day; Roman's was to make sure children knew that dreams were possible and having someone in his life to love and cherish until the day he died; and Virgil's was to live a peaceful life with friends and take care of the little things that made him happy, like the flowers he sold in his shop and the animals he took care of in his spare time. Everyone had a different dream, and from what he could see, Remus had one too, hidden underneath layers and layers of lies and façades he wore.

And Janus... well... Patton didn't know.

"Well, this talk is all funky and dory but I am fucking done with you and I want to get wasted, high and fuck" Remus said, clearly having enough, and walking to Janus, handing him his glass. "Have fun talking to your guests. We are having one of those nights" he added, and left the room looking pissed off. Janus sighed and put his glasses down, looking at the four friends at the couch and giving them an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry. I think... he wasn't ready to see you."

"Um... if you don't mind me asking... what does it mean, when he says 'one of those nights'?" Roman asked, always way too curious, but Janus just sighed and shook his head at the question.

"Remus and I are in an open relationship. Usually we don't have anything with anyone else but tonight it seems like he wants to" he said, shrugging, but he didn't seem too happy or settled in that regard. And Patton wasn’t the only one who saw it.

"You don't seem happy with that arrangement" Virgil said, tilting his head at Janus. "You know open and polyamorous relationships are supposed to bring as much happiness as monogamous relationships right? If you don't like it... or don't accept it... it is still cheating."

"Oh I know. And I like it and accept it. I just don't like his reasoning behind it sometimes" Janus said, smiling softly at Virgil. "Thank you for your worry but you don't have to think about it. I know how to handle him. So. Any of you want anything else? A drink, some food?"

"I would love to eat something" Roman said, and Logan agreed with a nod, so Janus reached for the phone on the table next to him and called someone, telling them the food would be on its way soon.

They stayed the rest of the night in that room, forgetting about the party downstairs, eating and drinking until they were full and drunk. Patton decided not to drink much, so he wouldn't do something he would regret later, and they all parted their ways at around one in the morning, being accompanied by Janus to the car and making sure Logan would drive, since he was sober.

Janus watched them leave by the entrance of the house, the party still going strong inside, and Patton couldn't help but watch him and wave shyly, blushing a bit when Janus sent him his usual side smile.

He was beautiful... and very dangerous. Patton knew that very well.

#my fanfic #it's about family #it's about family chapter 5 #patton #remus #roman #virgil #logan #janus #demus #remus being rude #no warnings

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 5 years ago

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i preserved in him what he needed to believe about you.

i wrote yesterday that this episode had a lot riding on it. for the most part, it delivered--mostly in anchoring both dick and slade’s arcs, expanding on the themes introduced in s2, and in firmly establishing jericho as My Favourite Forever And Ever. it was also very flawed, but in (mostly) interesting ways. let’s talk about it!

SPOILERS ahead.

1. jericho has my whole heart and then some. i think it would’ve been very easy to paint him with broad strokes--my fear was they would drag the innocence all the way to the edge of infantilisation, which, good god NO--but while he is enthusiastic and ready to believe the best of both his friends and family, there’s a sharpness to him, a kind of reckless guile, and quite a lot of unresolved and complicated feelings about father figures.

1.25. he is obviously very proud of his father having served in the military--he’s even tangentially aware that he was experimented on, given his nonchalant attribution of his own powers to “drugs” that his father took while serving. (this awareness has to include the fact that his father definitely took a number of lives as a soldier.) even the awful assault that took away his voice and eventually his father from his life tracks with a single, knowable truth. knowing this helped him ground his own identity--the problem comes when he realises that what he’d used to build himself on was itself built on a lie.

there is a tension, then, between his loyalty to these friends who used him but ultimately revealed the truth to him, and his desire to have that cornerstone of his life back. his compromise is to talk to his father, but only with dick’s permission; in it, he would know if his father was finally ready to be completely honest with him, and if there was more to dick’s friendship than merely using jericho to get to his father.

1.3. of course, it doesn’t exactly work that way: in the final fight at the church, there are two men who insist on their truth while pushing him to the side. in it, he sees one of them ruthlessly cut down the other, and he sees the other using his own body and life to protect him. jericho makes his choice in the end.

1.45. dick i think was absolutely right and justified in bringing jericho to a safe place where he can explore and learn to control his powers, even if dick was surprisingly blase about the potential ethical tangles of being able to possess other people’s bodies without them being aware of it. it was honestly a bit disturbing to see that hank was chosen to demonstrate jericho’s powers, given his history and the fact that he describes the experience as a “blackout”. i’m just going to assume that he would’ve come around to it eventually.

given the relative paucity of Big Bads and grand superhero battles, i’m kind of taken with the idea of the titans essentially being a support group for young troubled superheroes who need help and training and ways to ground themselves before heading back to their corners of the world.

1.5. ultimately this episode once again drives home what should be the essential question in a show that revolves around a team of superhero sidekicks: are we destined to be what we were moulded to be? is the point of their existence to perpetuate what their mentors/fathers did? slade and jericho both struggle with this; so do dick and donna in this episode. so do rose, and jason, and rachel, and conner, and kory in the broader context of the series. the answers they find are complicated and at the cost of a great deal of pain, but the process is always interesting.

1.8. obviously jericho isn’t actually dead. i wonder what that initial dreamscape sequence was all about? is it some secret pocket dimension that jericho jumped into at the last minute when slade killed his body? is that where he’s been for the last five years?

2. dick grayson is lost. he is utterly buried under artifice and armour. i mentioned in a previous post (i think the one for 2.07) that he performs quite a bit of emotional labour for the team on top of being their leader in a tactical sense. here, he’s trying to hold it together for the team after a devastating death; he’s spearheading an effort for revenge he thought they all supported. he pulls on batman-goggles, trying to look at what he’s doing from a logical, emotionally-removed perspective, even while burying his bleeding heart as deep as he possibly can. no wonder he’s acting “like a ghost” and “burning at both ends”--it’s a terrible burden to bear.

then the team turns around--once they’ve already gotten the info they needed, mind!--and tells him to cut jericho out of this operation; that it’s wrong and awful to have involved him at all. when he tries to do just that, he sees that he can actually help jericho as a friend and teammate, and at the urging of dawn, comes clean to him. meanwhile garth’s death and donna’s grief is still an unrelenting pressure on the back of his neck, driving him to find deathstroke at any cost--except when that cost is betraying jericho’s trust. ultimately slade nearly murdering donna is what breaks him--and he decides to follow jericho to slade anyway.

at every point he is so desperately trying to do good by everybody that he loses himself in the process. that his reward for this is being beaten up, a truckload of survivor’s guilt, and being abandoned by his closest friends is just so fucking awful. his friends are so used to his artifice and he is so used to absorbing all the blame that they think nothing of both praising him for being someone that saves people and believing he would sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of a mission in the same day.

(but this makes dick/kory so beautiful and refreshing--she has no time for his artifice and he doesn’t have to Be Someone around her. their relationship is defined by being undefined, and in that sense--at least for now--both of them find peace in the other.)

2.5. slade commenting coldly on dick’s fighting skills and the way he uses dick’s feelings for jericho to distract and defeat him makes me think that slade’s been playing this game with dick for far longer than he was aware: slade used both jericho and donna as bait to lure dick to that church, fought him in a cold, critical way undoubtedly reminiscent of a thousand sparring sessions with batman, and drove him utterly to the ground not just to prove a point to the titans and the superhero community at large but to jericho as well: this man is weak, manipulative, and ultimately a poor substitute for slade.

2.75. who knows for how long dick wallowed in his failure, still seeing jericho take the blade that was meant for him, utterly alone? did he go back to the batcave, utterly defeated, and did he listen to bruce call him out on his mistakes? how much do you think he internalised all the terrible things he’d been told he was until he believed it all to be true? until he couldn’t live with himself and spiralled and spiralled until his self-hatred lead to outright self-destruction?

like--no wonder he completely fell apart in the present day when deathstroke showed up again. he’d just started to trust--he’d just started to build a family again. and here it is, a reminder of his biggest failure threatening to have him fail spectacularly once again.

... this boy needs so much therapy. or at least a long nap and a series of hugs.

2.8. (that fight between him and slade tho... goddamn. even my shitty quality stream couldn’t take away from how thrilling it was to watch.)

3. dawn is... well. i know it’s been frustrating to follow dawn this season, as she’s been either non-existent or, uh, flat, but there was something interesting in the way her dynamic with dick moved and shifted in this episode. she thrills to ideals without considering the consequences of actually following those ideals. in the space of a few months, she can implore dick to act like batman, then tell him no, she was wrong to have asked him to do that, then say that she loved him for saving people and then barely days later abandon him for being a reckless sociopath who exploited innocent lives. in the present day, she can support hank in his retirement and rehabilitative process, yet still think it’s perfectly ok to go behind his back and continue being a vigilante. she supported protecting rose in the tower but still piled on dick for going off on his reckless suicide mission to try and save both jason and rose. she endorsed (and once praised) dick taking on troubled young superhero charges, yet turned around and berated him for daring to open up titans tower and “put them in the firing line”.

i mean, for all that she takes the considerate, sensitive line in conversations, it’s almost always in contradiction to a position she’d taken earlier. it’s too consistent to be a coincidence, and i think it’s fascinating.

4. i didn’t realise amazons could be defeated and killed so easily?? who issued the contract to kill jillian in the first place and what was the “important work” they were doing in san francisco in the first place? a mystery within a mystery...

5. if this season were the draft of a story, i would go right in with a red pen and start moving around all the parts to make it flow better; excise entire passages and rewrite a few others. the pacing has been terrible, and this has meant that the younger titans--and the team we came to know and love through the first season--have gotten almost nothing to do, either plot-wise or emotionally. even if kory and gar and rachel become absolutely vital to the story in the last 4-5 episodes, it would still be a fairly significant failure, storytelling-wise.

that’s a pity because this show is packed with a stellar cast, always looks gorgeous, and is filled with genuinely insightful human relationships that are allowed to unfold in ways you just don’t see in other superhero media. just--*vibrates* a little more love and care from the people making and producing the show please!

#titans #titans spoilers #meta #jericho #dick grayson #slade wilson #deathstroke #dawn granger

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The Superbat Big Bang 2019 Masterlist

We’ve officially come to the end of the 2019 edition of the bang. What a fantastic turnout we had: 27 teams posted, and all of our teams that went into art claims made it across the finish line. Our participants put in an amazing effort this year–I hope you’ll join us in giving everyone a hardy round of congratulations.

Click through and/or scroll down to see all of the work posted during the 2019 bang.

Week One

June 29th Detachment bonehandledknife, Sdiosb, SDeeyS (NSFW profile) Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 29k, Explicit (DCU) Bruce is politely poked in the cheek by a flying dick one night. Hijinks, and more worldbuilding than you can shake a dick at, ensue. fic on Ao3 | art by sdiosb | art by SDeeyS (NSFW) | masterpost — June 30th Again I Go Unnoticed Sam4265, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne, 42k, Explicit (Smallville) Bruce Wayne moved to Smallville when he was eight years old, beginning a friendship with Clark Kent that would come to define the world. But for now they’re just teenagers in love with all the wrong people, running in circles until they finally find their way to each other. fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost — July 2nd The Incandescent Rose truc, lesbidar Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis/Dana Tan, 9k, Teen and Up (Batman Beyond) Terry McGinnis (the new Batman) impulsively asks marriage proposal advice from his mentor and grumpy father figure Bruce Wayne. When the older man describes a proposal in which he had been yelled at and abandoned, Terry can’t help investigate the matter by seeing some of Bruce’s most knowledgeable friends and family members. This search prompts someone else into action. fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost — July 4th Flowers in the Dustbin G.G. Kinko (Cheese_kun), magpiebee, SDeeyS Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9.6k, Explicit (No Specific Continuity) Bruce, now in his early sixties and married for nearly twenty years, was caught off guard by a sudden thought that he suddenly hated the sight of Clark. In an attempt to salvage a marriage that was threatening to fall apart due to Bruce’s sudden indifference, he booked a vacation to remake the bond…from one landmark to the next. fic on Ao3 | art by magpiebee | art by SDeeyS | masterpost — July 5th Mercy for a dreamer Dino_Cattivo, Jayjayverse Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 25k, Not Rated (No Specific Continuity) Clark is happily married to Bruce. But his husband starts acting strange and Clark gets suspicious. At first Clark suspect Bruce of cheating but there is something bigger at work here affecting everyone around him. And Clark is set on finding out what it is. And with every piece of the puzzle he finds the situation just gets more confusing. Clark just wish he could wake up from all of this and go back to the times before everything fell apart. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost —

Week Two

July 7th The Game of Love Kaizokuhime, lovelastart Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 12k, Explicit (Alternate Universe) In WayneTech VR Augmented Gaming, a guild of superheroes has arisen who volunteer to help police that reality. One of these superheroes, Superman, has had a crush on his fellow member, Batman, for many years, but thus far has had little success on asking him out, even as fellow guildmembers. How will their relationship progress? And how intimate can they truly become without knowing the other’s identity offline? fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — July 12th Recontre Icedlemon, Ms. 3, Santheum Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 13k, Teen and Up (DCU, Alternate Universe) Life has a way of bringing people together, even if they’re from different planets. fic on Ao3 | art by Ms. 3 | art by Santheum masterpost — July 13th The Opposite of Love Butterflyslinky, mirybdraws Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, 10k, Explicit (Alternate Universe) Twenty years ago, Batman and Superman formed a bond to stop an alien threat. Now that Bruce wants to get married for real, he and Clark will have to travel to an alien planet to break that bond. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost —

Week Three

July 14th Clark Kent, of Krypton TerresDeBrume, stuvyx Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 98k, Mature (DCU, Alternate Universe) Batman crashes on Krypton a few days before the Turn of the Year celebrations and Kal-El’s life takes a sharp turn to the left, on a path that will ultimately lead him to becoming Clark Kent. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — July 15th Through a Glass Darkly susiecarter, lesbidar, Santheum Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 111k, Explicit (DCEU) Post-BvS AU: Batman killed Superman—and then Metropolis was wrecked by Doomsday, not long before Steppenwolf arrived and conquered the world with innumerable swarms of parademons. Bruce’s nightmare has come true, in every way but one: what’s left of humanity is fighting to survive in a hostile wasteland as Steppenwolf manipulates the power of a pair of mother boxes to gradually reshape the planet to serve his needs. But rumors of a threat that could be greater still are finally forcing Bruce to consider taking truly drastic steps. Like bringing Superman back from the dead. fic on Ao3 | art by lesbidar | art by santheum | masterpost — July 16th Bodyguard missigma, Ischa Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne/Female OC, 12k, Explicit (pre-New52 Comics) Today, it is not Batman who is under attack, but Bruce Wayne. Mired in a court battle, he fights to keep his company out of bankruptcy and himself out of jail. But that fight is quickly forgotten as he barely survives an assassination attempt. Clark rushes to his side in Gotham City. With the help of Dick Grayson, he comes to the terrifying conclusion that not only is someone trying to ruin Bruce Wayne, but that person must know his true identity. To protect Bruce, Clark appoints himself as his bodyguard. Despite Bruce’s protests, he accompanies him as Bruce attempts to rebuild his tattered reputation with a new business deal. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — July 18th Alternative Beginnings Ischa and Icalynn, with-your-poncho-on Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 25k, Explicit (Alternate Universe) In which Clark’s parents sell the farm and join the circus to keep Clark safe and Dick and Clark grow up as brothers. When Clark is sixteen he falls in love with the very handsome Thomas Kane–but as suddenly as Kane joins the circus he disappears, leaving Clark without a word and brokenhearted. Five years later they meet again in Gotham on the day Dick’s parents die. Clark, feeling guilty about letting the Graysons die and determined to not fail Dick, leaves the circus to get Dick back–and get some answers from Bruce Wayne. But of course Bruce Wayne isn’t the only one with secrets. Meanwhile Dick is out for revenge. He wants the man who killed his parents: Tony Zucco. Dick’s and the Batman’s paths are about to cross. fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost — July 19th I Would Go In Chains (Just To Set You Free) BatsAreFluffy, adumbtree-draws Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 23k, Teen and Up (No Specific Continuity) After an offworld mission goes horribly awry, Clark begins to wonder if the past is really behind him and Bruce. And what better way to deal with the issues than with planetary peace talks, forced transformations, and a psychic bond that doesn’t allow for lying? fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — July 19th I’ve Seen Your Flag On The Marble Arch minT (justiceleague), mirybdraws, Dino_Cattivo Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince/Lois Lane, Past Clark Kent/Diana Prince, 18k, Mature (Animated Movie Verse) He draws Clark to sitting position and pulls him close, hands on either side of his head. He feels the rise and fall of Clark’s chest against his body, and he doesn’t let go because he needs to feel it, to be sure. There’s a crackle over their comms, and Barry’s voice cuts through the noise around them, jarring. “Holy shit, are Batman and Superman hugging?” A reimagining of the events of - and preceding - the Death of Superman, if Clark had fallen for Bruce instead of Lois. fic on Ao3 | art by mirybdraws | art by Dino_Cattivo | masterpost —

July 20th Faal Dovahkiinro Wund dippkip, liodain Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 19k, Teen and Up (Alternate Universe) Ever since that fateful day in Helgen, it seemed Clark’s life in Skyrim was doomed to be anything but simple. Dubbed “Dragonborn” but offered little guidance, Clark must muddle his way across the unpleasantly cold countryside with only his reticent friend Bruce for company. Together they will hunt down a serial killer, save a young boy’s life, and kill a few dragons along the way - all in a day’s work for the Dovahkiin. fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost —

Week Four

July 22nd A Knight’s Heart LilisBooks, carry-on-my-wayward-artblog, boomdeyadah Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne; Lex Luthor/Clark Kent (one sided), 15k, Mature (Alternate Universe) King Bruce is fighting a war he has no desire to be in whatsoever, especially since the war cost him more than he could’ve ever thought, just before it all began. Clark is just a knight fighting for what he has lead to believe is right, unsure of the reasons behind the war King Luthor has against all kingdoms. Is when these two men met that their beliefs are shaken to their core and the connection they share is more than it first leads the eye. This is a tale of knights and Kings, of war within kingdoms and a search for truth and justice with a tad of love along the way. fic on Ao3 | art by carry-on-my-wayward-artblog | art by boomdeyadah | masterpost — July 23rd A Beautiful Lie Killer_Rabbit_of_Caerbannog, JolBalrok Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, minor Clark Kent/Diana, minor Clark Kent/Lois Lane 16k, Explicit (DCEU with nods to Injustice) ‘Pet Sematary’ Barry had said, and Clark wonders if he’d somehow been right about that and he’d come back to life… wrong. False memories tangle with whispers in his head, a future Darkseid promises him, and through it all Clark tries to remember that in this world, his world, he doesn’t know what Bruce Wayne’s kisses taste like. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — July 24th Supplicant Holdt & spacewolfcub, Ms. 3 Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Pamela Isley/Bruce WayneBruce Wayne/Other(s)Clark Kent/Other(s), 51k, Explicit (DCEU Alternate Universe) The training and scars of Nanda Parbat run deep— Bruce has always fought the demons that make him want to stalk the night and rend pain unto the deserving. After a decade of trying to stay afloat, using BDSM as both punishment and moral compass, he turns to The Agency. Through them, he finds Mistress Ivy, whose Services help him keep ahead of the encroaching darkness… until he finds his lifeline gone without warning when Ivy’s extreme methods and poison play are revealed and she is exiled. The Agency has a reputation to uphold, secretive as they are. For years, they’ve offered him a chance at salvation—for a price. It is no different now and Bruce grasps desperately at their offer. Can the Service Provider known as Mr. S, the so-called “SuperDom,” help him rein in the Bat? fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost — July 25th The Words We Never Said Mechformers, susscx Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 13k, Explicit (DCEU) Bruce is done pining. It is time to move on, time to heal and live out the rest of his life away from the man of steel. But what is two lovesick puppies to do, when they both need each other, as they need air to live? Misunderstandings are bound to happen, feelings trampled and cast aside as the two greatest men alive try to figure out the ancient wonders of confessions. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — July 26th The Shape of my Heart Brenda, Selofain, carry-on-my-wayward-artblog (CrocInCros) Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 27k, Explicit (DCEU) Bruce is impossible, stubborn, willfully self-destructive, and so self-sacrificing it's a wonder he hasn't suffocated under the weight of it. And Clark is stupidly, dizzyingly, crazy about him. Or, post-Justice League, five things Clark learns about Bruce that make him go all heart-eyes, and the time he finally does something about it. fic on Ao3 | art by Selofain | art by carry-on-my-wayward-artblog | masterpost — July 30th The Greatest Way lesbidar, haljords (barrybinary), androbeaurepaire Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 17k, Teen an Up It’s Diana that ascertains their problem. She has an uncanny way of discovering truths that are best kept buried. After a year together, Bruce and Clark are having troubles. To save their relationship, they agree to answer a series of questions designed to foster emotional intimacy. It goes about as well as you’d expect. fic on Ao3 | art by haljords | art by androbeaurepaire | masterpost —

Amnesty

July 31st No More Heroes (In a World so Cold) ComposerofDiscord, SDeeyS Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom, Pre Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 27k, Teen and Up (DCAU/Justice League: Gods & Monsters) Clark and Bruce are visited by an Amanda Waller from another world. She asks for their help with her Superman, Hernan Guerra, who has gone rogue. Clark accepts, and Bruce goes with him When they arrive, Clark wishes to see who Hernan is and what he has done, while Bruce investigates the day Hernan went berserk. With what Bruce has gathered from his investigation and what Clark has seen of Hernan, they must decide who they can trust in the GnM universe: Waller or Hernan, or is there something much larger at play? fic & art on Ao3 | masterpost — August 1st A Golden Bell Hung in My Heart cattyk8 Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Explicit (DCAU and DCEU Mashup) After finding themselves transported to Faerie, Superman and Batman must navigate an enchanted forest in order to get themselves back to their own plane of existence. Which would be easy enough—they’re not the World’s Finest for no reason, after all—if not for the fact that they’ve been cornered by a unicorn attracted by Superman’s virginity. Of course, who better to pop the Man of Steel’s cherry than Gotham’s Dark Knight? fic & banner on Ao3 masterpost — August 3rd that dwell in dust flirtygaybrit, g.g. kinko, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 53k, Mature (DCEU) Things are different after Clark Kent returns to the world: tainted things are made beautiful once more, a long-dormant seed begins to grow, and eventually, nature reclaims its own. Or: Clark plants a garden, Victor keeps a terrible secret, and Bruce faces the consequences of bringing someone back from the dead. fic on Ao3 | art by TKodami | art by G.G. Kinko | masterpost — August 4th Extra Art for The Game (of Love) lovelastart Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, art only art of game characters | flying dance — August 4th Catch a Falling Star architeuthis, G.G. Kinko, mashimero Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 22k, Explicit (DCEU) Bruce is in the middle of a stakeout when Clark returns from an offworld mission, full of ideas. fic on Ao3 | art by G.G Kinko | art by mashimero | masterpost — August 4th On The Cusp vesper_house, milki3way Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince/Lois Lane, 47k, Explicit (DCEU Alternate Universe) Clark’s life isn’t what he imagined it would be. Instead of having a flourishing journalism career, he makes coffe at the Typewriter - coffee shop owned by Lois, his old crush who’s currently dating Diana. He’s lonely, he’s broke, and the only thing that makes him happy is his charity work. However, it takes just one day to turn everything round. Internet fame, investigations, billionaires with secret identities and homeless cats follow through. fic on Ao3 | art on tumblr | masterpost — August 5th Rewrite the Stars crypt_mirror, albilibertea Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, ~20k, Explicit (DCEU Alternate Universe) Clark Kent the Superman, Bruce Wayne the Dark Knight, their soul marks fated them to be together. But fate and destiny seem to have other plans. Even as they play their part, they pay the price. Could they ever rewrite the stars? fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost —

Inktober & Art Prompt Challenge

alienswearglasses (ComposerofDiscord) | When All I Wanted Was You: Day 12, Restraint ariesnohope | Week Six: Snow Day carry-on-my-wayward-artblog | morning kiss, kryptonian styled batsuit, Couch Cuddle, Kidnapped!, Day Four: Rescue, Day Eight: Rainbows, Disco! dino_cattivo | Day One: Capes, Day Four: Rescue, Day Five: Space, Day Eight: Rainbows, Day Nine: Sun, Day Ten: Watchtower, Day 11: Feat of Strength, Day 13: New Costume, Day 15: Interrupted, Day 16: Bat Gadgets, Day 17: Kryptonite, Day 18: Blindfolds, Day 20: Last Son of Krypton, Day 22: Tentacles, Day 23: Flying Together, Day 25: On a Farm, Day 26: Tender Embrace, Day 29: Inopportune Robin, Day 30: Low Effort Joke, Day 31: Soft Vore kaizokunohime | Day One: Capes, Day Two: Masks, Day Four: Rescue lovelastart | stabbed, Day Two: Masks ms. three | superbat practice, Day One: Capes, Day Two: Masks, Day Three: Costume Switch, Day 12: Restraint sdeeys | Good Morning Kiss+Manly beard, Day Six: Teamwork, Suit Porn + Swing Dance, Day Three: Costume Swap, Day 12: Restraint, Day 31: Soft Vore steals-thyme | Week One: beards (manly), Week Two: Kidnapped! sunaddicted | Day One: Capes, Day Three: Costume Switch, Day Five: Space, Day Six: Teamwork, Day Seven: Alleyway, Day Nine: Sun, Day 12: Restraints, Day 13: New Costumes, Day 14: Notebook Doodle, Day 15: Interrupted, Day 16: Bat Gadgets, Day 17: Kryptonite, Day 18: Blindfolds, Day 19: Bad Disguises, Day 20: Last Son of Krypton, Day 21: The Dark Knight, Day 22: Tentacles, Day 23: Flying Together, Day 24: A Stately Manor, Day 25: On a Farm, Day 26: Tender Embrace, Day 27: :peach emoji:, Day 28: NSFW Bars in unlikely places, Day 29: Inopportune Robin, Day 30: Low Effort Joke, Day 31: Light Vore

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gffa · 6 years ago

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Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people

Tagged by @thewillowbends. These lists are always hard, but that’s kind of the fun of them! And that’s why we cheat and sometimes have lots of ties because no you can’t make me choose. 1. Thor from Marvel’s Cinematic Universe - I am a sucker for a character who has their shit together but can still be human and face ridiculously traumatic experiences and come through them whole because they had a rock solid foundation to begin with. From being thrown out of Asgard, made mortal, and taking that chance to suck it up and make himself better that he did that himself to the loss of pretty much his entire family and most of his people and his sense of purpose, the thing I love about Thor is that he keeps getting back up. That kind of fortitude is even more appealing that the ridiculously hot lightning powers. 2. Tsukino Usagi from Sailor Moon - I always loved her in the ‘90s anime, but reading the manga skyrocketted her into this special untouchable place in my heart. The beginning of her journey is a girl who is so fragile that she would kill herself if she didn’t have the emotional support around her, who had to take step after step forward to find her inner strength, who wasn’t weak or terrible for her fragility, but instead her story was worth telling for it, that the point she started out as was just as valuable as the place she ended up, where she could be the one to stand up to save her friends and get them back herself, that journey was worth telling. I LOVE HER TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. 3. Thranduil and Maedhros from Tolkien’s Legendarium - It was really hard to choose, because I love a lot of the characters (and I feel badly leaving Thingol and Maglor off the list and I will fight a bitch for Galadriel and Elrond and listen Glorfindel is pure joy and also the internet is too mean to Elwing and I kind of want alllll the Melkor and Manwe fic because sobs they’re brothers shut up you can’t make me not have feelings about that, but also trashbag Melkor/Sauron and--) but those are the two I usually wind up wanting to know their pov in a fic I’m reading or have them around when shit’s going down because I want to see what they’ll do or I just miss them the most when they’re not there. 4. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars - If you asked me to pick between them, I don’t know that I could. Yeah, sure, I love Obi-Wan ridiculously, but if you give me five minutes, I’m pretty much always going to drift back to talking about Anakin and his issues instead. I’m not sure I can even boil them down into a nutshell about why I like them so much, they’re the kind of characters that I love so intensely and with such big, sweeping thoughts, that I’d have to write a whole essay. But my best attempt: Anakin’s being both dumbass and genius at the same time, being charming and magnetic while also being a bag of garbage at the same time, who had such good in him but was also an absolute monster, who I desperately want to be happy, but I also struggle to forgive him sometimes and that’s saying a lot for a fictional character, he’s brilliant enough to truly carry an entire Saga about him. And Obi-Wan is the bedrock of all goodness in that galaxy, he could be obnoxious at times and he didn’t always see Anakin clearly, but he always cared and he remained good and hopeful, he continued to serve the galaxy, no matter what it threw at him, and even forgave Anakin in the end, because he always rose above. That’s it, that’s my shit right there. 5. Inoue Orihime from Bleach - ORIHIME WAS MY GIRL FROM THE VERY BEGINNING, her unwavering kindness and care, her desire to be soft in a world (and, frankly, fandom) that wanted her to be hard and to fight everything, when she didn’t want to fight, she wanted to heal, she wanted to have fun and be weird, she wanted everyone to be happy, all of that made me love her. Her loopiness is an absolute delight, but what I loved so much about her is that Orihime had the powers/abilities to be quite possibly the most OG of the entire cast, she could reject reality itself, and she never once wanted to use it to beat anyone up or to destroy anything, she wanted to make friends with her fairies and she wanted to help people. That girl refused to let the world make her anything less than kind and caring and sweet. She was THE BEST. 6. Hara Akiha and Umeda Hokuto from Hanazakari no Kimitachi e/Hana-Kimi - Sometimes we all fall in love with those minor characters and they just fucking consume us. A lot of it came from that they were both hot, they were both hilarious, and so they were just really fun, but what really got me was that I genuinely loved everything Nakajo did with Umeda’s character. There weren’t a lot of gay characters in shoujo manga that weren’t complete comedic relief, where their sexuality was the joke. Yes, Umeda was often a humorous character (all of the cast was) but he firmly was completely uninterested in high school kids, he liked adult men, and his advice to Mizuki may have been crabby as hell, but it was genuine and good. His sexuality wasn’t the punchline of his character. Then there was Akiha, who was also comedic, but his bisexuality (another rare thing to find in manga!) had nothing to do with the humor of his character, all of it was in the way he chased after Umeda. He was a genuine suitor (and, reading the post-manga character interviews, apparently they got together, OMG MY HEART) and the kiss they shared was treated just as seriously as any straight kiss would have been. That meant a lot to me, even though I’d have loved the characters just because they were so interesting and Umeda’s struggle to get over the guy who never cared for him and to let himself be vulnerable with someone that he could actually care about, was so great. 7. Yuki Eiri from Gravitation - I can’t begrudge anyone for giving this show a lot of shit (and I definitely am going with anime!Yuki here, rather than manga!Yuki) or dismissing it as being god-awful, because it probably was pretty cringeworthy. But Yuki got under my skin because he was one of the first characters I resonated with where his depression was real and it was ugly. He could be cruel to people around him, he pushed them away, not just half-heartedly, but genuinely, and he couldn’t stand being vulnerable, because it touched on all the terrible places that had been damaged by what Kitazawa had done to him. And he couldn’t just be magically fixed by Tohma’s devotion or Shuuichi’s unwavering amounts of love poured into him. He couldn’t just be fixed with a hug or one good crying session. He was damaged and it was going to be a hell of a long hike back up to anything even a little bit normal. Especially back at that time, I felt like depression and trauma were never given any real weight, then along comes this ridiculous BL series that just refused to make Yuki anything less that genuinely damaged and it hit all these places in wee me that was struggling through my own depression that couldn’t just be cured with some hugs and people telling me they loved me.

8. Hashiba Touma from Yoroiden Samurai Troopers - I’m not sure I could even say why this character got under my skin the way he did, other than that there was definitely a group of us who were SUPER into the show and it was fun to make a playground for ourselves, and Touma just really got to me. The brilliant character who didn’t always know how to relate to others, but who cared very deeply about them, who gravitated to those who were better at social interaction than he was, who were better able to connect to people than he was, that he found this group where he really belonged, that just really touched wee me’s heart. 9. Tendou Souji from Kamen Rider Kabuto - THIS OBNOXIOUS HOT MESS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. It was hard not to put Kagami on the list as well, because so much of what I love about Tendou is illustrated through his relationship with Kagami (whom I also love on his own), but I think I keep coming back to that I love his issues the most. He’s the best at everything and so it puts distance between him and everyone else, all the more so because he’s so obnoxious about it and doesn’t slow down for anyone else to catch up, but the thing is that there’s a very caring heart underneath all that. He loves his sisters, he loves Kagami, he even kind of tolerates the rest of their weird gang, and trying to find that difficult line of his superiority over the others versus that he wants them to catch up to him in his own way, all while being the most condescending dick ever, is absolute joy. 10. Relena Darlian from Gundam Wing - I had a difficult path to liking Relena, because so much of fandom boiled her down to either being a creepy stalker who got in the way of Heero/Duo or they only ever wrote her in romantic pairing stuff with Heero, neither of which really encouraged me to like her. But, as time went on and I rewatched the series a couple of times, I realized there’s so much more to her. She’s a character who has to walk an impossible line between both of the legacies that weigh on her, the birth family that she never knew but maybe she could help bring peace to the world by taking up that name, by trying to bring back the Sanq Kingdom that promoted absolute pacifism and peace. Yet, ultimately, for all that her relationship with Zechs is really important and she was the heir to that kingdom, she chose to be Relena Darlian. She choose to try to bring peace to the world by standing up on her own as a politician, not a figurehead queen of the world. The struggle to figure that out, who she wants to be and how she wants to achieve it, to go from a sheltered young girl at the start of the series to someone who has seen how terrible war is, is far more interesting than either of those first options for me! And I’ll tag @forcearama (and if I couldn’t put Obi-Wan as all ten entries, neither can you!) @belldreams @subskywalker @cacchieressa @bpdanakins @glompcat @writegowrite @fireflyfish @evaceratops @amarielah and anyone else who wants to do it that I’m not sure I feel quite like I’m able to try peer pressuring you into it. ♥ I love seeing these from anyone who wants to do them, I’m just never sure if I’m allowed to go HEY YOU DO THIS THING. orz

#i should have a personal tag around here somewhere

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kaisooficrec · 6 years ago

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Hi mods, thanks for opening up the Ask box! It's my first time doing this :/ hope I do it right… Can I ask for recs of long fics (say more than 50k? can be chaptered/one-shot) that the mods like but think are underrated? They can be any genre, and they can be from any writers (even some of the older ones who wrote more before 2017?) Thank you!!

Hi lovely anon! You rang the right bell because we have TONS of long fics to rec!! There are old fics but also a lot of recent ones, many different AUs and they’re all above 50k! ! we also made sure to rec fics that are underrated and need more recognition. It will probably take a long time to read all of those so TAKE YOUR TIME AND ENJOY

Amuse-Bouche - hehe this was recced not too long ago but its place on this list still stands! Chefs AU, very unique fic and extremely realistic! a true gem. (139k words)

Legends: The Chosen Twelve - this is an oldie! it was recced back in 2014 but still is pretty underrated and such an amazing fic! it’s ot12, MAMA AU. enjoy ^^ (151k words)

All is Said and Done - another oldie! BFFs!kaisoo that fall in love. it’s angsty c: (70k words)

Common Ground - also from 2014, this is a fantasy/ghost AU that doesn’t disappoint! (84k words)

Start Over - High School AU, lots of drama :’) originally posted in 2012, deserves so much more recognition! (65k words)

Lapis Lazuli - Fantasy + (School of) Magic AU, originally written for the exordium fest in 2015! ot12 although Kaisoo are one of the main pairings. There are adventures and action, it’s very entertaining, a good read c: (55k words)

If Only for Tonight - College AU, pretty angsty (warnings: violence, character death). Police officer Kyungsoo meets gangster jongin :-) (56k words)

French Lilac - Artist AU, jongin loves kyungsoo’s voice, but he’s already married. angst + smut. (50k words)

Trust You The Most - Cat Hybrids AU!! we need more of those . Soo ran a shelter for hybrids and he ends up (accidentally) keeping one for himself. (52k words)

Dear You - Kyungsoo really, really tries to get over Jongin. It’s not that easy. (sorry for all the angst o/) (59k words)

EXODUS - Supernatural AU, Kyungsoo meets a creature that makes him feel safe and cherished (55k words)

Beautiful Butterfly - CEO!Jongin and HS student!Soo, nini tries dealing with all the confessions thrown his way. Read on AFF. (63k words)

hearts and bones - High School AU, swimmer!jongin and photographer!soo meet, and the unexpected happens. (68k words)

Mixed Feelings - College AU, soo has a crush on his straight roommate jongin. pretty fluffy (50k words)

Fly With Me - Fantasy and Fae AU, jongin wanted an escape from reality but he didn’t intend to meet a bunch of men with wings on their backs. (warnings: slight gore, character death) (50k words)

Moon-Child - Fantasy AU, Kaisoo find themselves caught in a fairy tale. (warnings: character death). smutty too (51k words)

Save Yourself - Fantasy & Magic AU, Hybrids AU, War AU. Jongin is a cat hybrid and Kyungsoo’s just trying to make the spell that could save them all work. (68k)

The Stars, Our Saviour - Space AU (+ Royalty AU) + Bounty Hunter AU. Very impressive and unique fic! also smutty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (77k words)

Close To Home - a kai-centric fic, kaixeveryone but mainly/endgame kaisoo. Soulmates AU + Aliens AU. very smutty. (warnings: alien dicks?? alien sex, tentacles and knotting) (53k words)

Across - Assasins + Hitman AU, dark themes. (WARNINGS!: mental illness, mental instability, blood, violence, gore, murder, unhealthy relationship, mental and physical abuse.) Jongin has a crush on hitman!soo. Things don’t turn out as he planned. If you like freaky stuff, this is for you. (69k words)

Ghost of You - Future + Robots AU. Robots VS Humans. Kaisoo. A love story. (59k words)

Monster - VAMPIRE AU YES!!!! I can’t believe this isn’t as popular as it should be! one of my absolute favorites, it’s vampires VS vampire hunters, a fic where jongin realizes vampires aren’t all bad (especially kyungsoo). OT12 and definitely underrated. (115k words) (warnings: unhealthy to healthy relationships, blood (obviously), murder, psychopath killer, attempted rape)

Bugs and Space Elves - LOVE LOVE LOVE! !! this was originally posted for the happyendingexo fest, but the author decided to rewrite some old parts and continue with the story and i’ve never been more thankful. IT’S SO UNIQUE AND WELL WRITTEN AND MINDBLOWING! i really love this. Fantasy, Sci-Fi and Space AU, human kyungsoo helps elf jongin on his quest to save the universe! worth the read, i promise. (96k words)

The Gates of Horn and Ivory - married!kaisoo are taken into a world of darkness that they probably should’ve avoided. Dark fairy tale elements. (135k words)

The Boy Next Door - kyungsoo finds out his neighbour is a pornstar ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) very funny, fluffy and smutty. PERFECT TRIO! (53k words)

The War. (226k words) + The One After Ten Years. (149k words, on-going) (sequel) - WHERE DO I EVEN START? these are MONSTER fics! OT12, High School AU and Slice of Life AU in the sequel, but also includes their powers from MAMA era. Kaisoo is one of the two main pairings and honestly, these two fics gave me so much feels. It’s not underrated per se but has been only recced once on the blog and i wanted to fix this!

Kim Jongin’s Must Kiss List - College AU, kyungsoo embarrassed himself in front of nini a few years back and he’s still bitter and hateful about it, but jongin won’t stop running after him. (66k words)

2088 - Sci-Fi + Dystopia AU, kyungsoo has a mission to find a mutant boy after the war, but he realizes too late that they’re all just pawns part of a bigger plan. THIS IS HIGHLY UNDERRATED! (122k words)

I Feel Awake (This Time) - Hotel manager jongin and detective kyungsoo : truly a concept! the story of how jongin did his best to win the love of do kyungsoo. THIS FIC DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE! (57k words)

Being Brave - Non AU + Slice of Life AU. cute and smutty stories of kaisoo :-) (95k words)

Perfection - College AU, ballet dancer!jongin is going through a rough time. will singer!kyungsoo be able to save him and give him hope? (53k words)

Through Fire and Ashes - this was originally posted for the exoggedon fest but deserves so much more recognition!! Post-apocalyptic AU + Zombies AU. Basically humans VS zombies, established!kaisoo are ready to help defend their town. (warnings: blood, gore, side character death, PTSD) - ALSO MY FAVE - J

BITE - Vampire + Werewolf AU, both species are rivals (kind of like a twilight parody). Kaisoo and Chanbaek are both the main pairings, Baeksoo are vampires who find their soulmates in werewolves Chankai. Very interesting story! ! worth a shot :D (50k words, on-going)

Admin Macaroon at your service 💜

Mirrors - Youtuber AU, College AU, 132k and ongoing!!! kyungsoo makes covers a popular songs on yt and his fans get into a fight with fans of an idol named kai. it’s minty-pixie whew!

Horizon - 63k. one of the less known works of jongnugget imo! they have soo many fics over 50k wow :’) jongin is a new student at his hs and meets boy that changes his life

Kiss and Cry - 93k, figure skating au. jongnugget did it again

Enamoured - 96k. age gap with teacher soo and bad boy jongin, who is a lot younger than soo. soo always helps him and jongin likes him but they can’t be together for many reasons obvi. happy ending!

Bus Rides & Sleepy Misses - 133k, ot12 with main kaisoo ;) both meet on a bus ride and immediately catch each other’s attention! soft and fluffy :)

Two Sugars / AO3 - 57k, ongoing jfjsjf this is so good ;) a lot of smut, fluff, comfort a bit drama whew! fashion editor soo falls in love with a cute barista by day, sexy dancer by night jongin and when they are together it’s very…cute and sexy :p

Lackadaisical Blue + White Night of Silence- 53k and 61k, kingsman au, with spy exo, also ofc there’s kaisoo too, and this is absolutely well-written!!! if you know And the Rose Said to Me, you’ll understand the quality of these stories!!

Growing Seasons: A Universe of Us - Farmer AU, farmer jongin finds an unknown bloodied man passed out in his cabbage field and decides to take care of him, not knowing this man will change his life forever. (warnings: blood, PTSD, mentions of murder) (77k words) - Adm. Ginger

- Admin J

#kaisoo #kadi #fic request #admin macaroon #j #r:longfic

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tvdversefanfiction · 5 years ago

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Canary Carnage

Fandoms: Arrowverse, DC Universe, TVDverse and The Originals

Chapter Nine: Behind the blood-soaked curtains

Warnings: I don’t own any of the rights, content or characters belonging to any of the DC content I use within the story along with not owning any rights, content or characters within The Vampire Diaries, Originals or Legacies.

18 Rating: Moderate/Graphic displays of violence, sexual innuendos, sexually charged scenes, SMUT, strong language and potentially triggering scenes.

Pairings: M/M, F/F, M/F.

Lucas Lance was something of a hopeless romantic whose affections were often aimed at the most vicious of men firstly it was Slade Wilson who changed Lucas’ life forever helping him become the Red Canary in the process only Slade didn’t reciprocate those feelings so it wasn’t long before Lucas found his next obsession The Joker.

Lucas became somewhat part of a throuple with The Joker and Harley Quinn participating in many threesomes with the powerful couple but Lucas only really had eyes for The Joker and wanted Mr J all to himself leading to a rivalry between the two which resulted in The Joker picking Harley over him and before he knew it he had barely made it out of the throuple with his life but didn’t nurture his heartbreak for long until he moved on to his next victim.

The next victim being none other than Batman’s sidekick Robin aka Dick Grayson who was yet another to not reciprocate Lucas’ all consuming love as the Red Canary targeted the Bat family in hopes of taking them all and making Robin pay attention to only him but that non love story ended with Lucas Lance spending some time in Arkham Asylum.

After some jail-time, a prison break, earth jumping and a night with Kol Mikaelson Lucas’ latest and current victim turned out to be Klaus Mikaelson who he believed was the man to finally reciprocate his love leading to heartbreak once again for the Red Canary and a heartbroken Lucas was Lucas at his deadliest.

“I hear Miami is good this time of year I did check for Star City, Central City and god even Gotham but none of those places exist on this earth strangely enough I guess that’s why I like Earth Blood so much.” Lucas announced to Sara after walking into the New Orleans Voyage Hotel’s bar, throwing a newspaper down on the table and sitting down in the same booth as his sister, sitting on the opposite side. “Now I don’t really care where you go as long as you’re not here for my grand reopening.”

“Grand reopening…don’t tell me your latest career change is running a hotel?” Sara scoffed at her younger brother. “I’m glad your trying to go legit but you don’t know a thing about running a hotel.”

“Ugh please I’ll just convince Klaus to compel some fools into running this place for me so I can roll in the readies while looking at the open market in this city for all kinds of crimes thanks to vampires there’s not much of a underbelly in this city which means it’s mine for the taking.” Lucas explained to the White Canary. “Of course, Klaus isn’t going to do anything for me if I’m still harboring the woman who killed his sister, so I highly suggest you get to moving like today.”

“I know I wasn’t exactly around when you started dating which clearly explains the mess of your life but sleeping with a man or vampire once doesn’t make him your boyfriend you’d think you’d learn that by now.” Sara snapped at her brother. “Besides I promised Laurel to look after you and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“I don’t need dating advice from the woman who sleeps with other people’s men thanks very much!” Lucas bit back at Sara as he rose to his feet. “Sure, Klaus needs to get over me sleeping with his brother and you killing his sister but when you have the kind of chemistry we have, obstacles are nothing.”

“Oh, dear brother you clearly need me more than you realize.” Sara replied as she stood up to face Lucas. “Like it or not he’s just not that into you!”

Sara was wrong about Klaus Mikaelson, but Lucas was wrong too, Klaus found himself growing feelings for the Red Canary, but the obstacles were far too big for the original hybrid to ever admit it.

So, while Lucas was planning on winning Klaus round Klaus was plotting to take out the canaries once and for all.

Rebekah and Elijah had revenge on their minds and there was no talking them out of it as Rebekah’s softness towards Laurel was no longer a factor since Laurel returned to her own earth but instead of killing both Sara and Lucas Elijah had convinced his sister to focus their revenge on the culprit only as they worked together to make Sara pay for killing their sister Freya Mikaelson while Klaus decided to get rid of Lucas in his own way.

Elijah wanted Sara dead without hesitation but he didn’t see the need for Lucas dying too unless he got in the way of course whereas Rebekah wanted them both gone for her own reasons and Klaus wanted the same as Rebekah, also for his own reasons so although the Mikaelson’s were working together once again they also had their own plans as per usual.

However, what neither of them had taken into consideration was the plotting of Davina Claire and Marcel Gerard who were eager to keep New Orleans under their control believing they were better suited to rule the city than the ruthless family of original vampires.

“I understand this world’s more Gothic than my own and I’m a vampire myself now but meeting in graveyards just seems too cliche for my liking.” Sara said after vamp speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand in front of Marcel and Davina.

“This cemetery is a safe haven for witches it’s where I’m at my power-fullest and it’s the only place in New Orleans where Klaus has no spies.” Davina explained to the White Canary. “I believe your sister filled you in on our little alliance and I hope your willing to fulfill her part of all this.”

“My brother’s a piece of work I’m saying all kinds of crazy with a tendency to murder instead of talk things out but he’s still my brother and that family will be the death of him unless I do something.” Sara replied to the wonder witch. “Consider me in with whatever you two have planned.”

“Davina’s extracted my venom turning it into a sleeping potion so to speak.” Marcel revealed to Sara. “We just need to get them to digest the potion and the poison from my venom along with Davina’s magic will make them sleep forever.”

“Klaus has a fondness of dumping his siblings in coffins it’s only fitting this time around he joins them.” Davina stated, clearly excited to take down the original hybrid.

“Seems legit albeit a little evil queen and snow white but hey don’t knock the classics…so, who is poisoning who?” Sara answered them both, cautious of their plan but too eager to protect her brother to not go through with it.

“I think it’s only fair I poison Kol after all we were once together and I want to explain myself as he falls asleep…I know he won’t understand but hey he’s killed me before so I got that to throw at him.” Davina told them both, making it clear who her victim was going to be.

“I guess it’s only fitting I take Rebekah…I would give her one last chance if I thought she’d ever choose me over her family, but she won’t.” Marcel decided. “I would try talking but that would probably just piss her off more.”

“Then I’ll take Klaus down gladly.” Sara declared. “But who is going to take out Elijah?”

“I figured that would be me.” A voice said from behind Sara only for her to turn around and see Laurel, the two sisters delighted to be reunited.

“Laurel…you just went home.” Sara said in disbelief to see her sister again so soon.

“Funny it was a few weeks on my earth, but figures time works differently around here considering everything else does.” Laurel revealed to her younger sister as she walked over to Sara and gave her a hug.

“I’m glad your back Laurel.” Davina said to the Black Canary, sincerely happy to see her friend’s return.

And just like that Davina, Laurel, Marcel and Sara were preparing to go to war with the Mikaelson family who were preparing to go to war with the Lance family while Lucas Lance was just a man looking for love once again in all the wrong places.

“Wakey! Wakey! Eggs and bakey.” Lucas shouted as he walked into the dining area of the compound holding a tray with a fried breakfast and a pint of blood in hand as he greeted an unimpressed Klaus who was sat at the table. “Plus, a nice pint of blood like my father always said it’s good to start the day with a pint…although to be fair he was an alcoholic.”

“Firstly, what the bloody hell are you doing here and secondly it’s afternoon not morning.” Klaus snapped at the Red Canary as Lucas placed the tray down on the table in front of the original hybrid.

“Okay so we have different sleep cycles but that’s hardly anything we can’t work around.” Lucas replied with a gleeful smile that left Klaus uneasy as the hybrid quickly rose to his feet.

“What the hell are you playing at now Lucas?” Klaus shouted at him. “I don’t have time for your games and I most definitely don’t have time for you.”

“Is this about the whole Kol because that was way before you and I even started?” Lucas asked him, continuing to make Klaus feel unsettled by his happy attitude.

“Have you cracked or something? Just because we aligned ourselves with your family to get rid of that mountain man doesn’t mean we’re suddenly allies now.” Klaus brutally told Lucas making the Red Canary’s smile turn into a frown.

“Please don’t go making out like that was a one-time thing I’ve had plenty of one night only and that was more…wasn’t it?” Lucas argued with the hybrid, beginning to realize he may have jumped the shark on this one, something which was a habit of his.

“Don’t tell me you seriously thought it was going to be more?” Klaus cruelly laughed at Lucas’ expense. “Not to mention the fact that your sister killed mine but even if she didn’t your clearly deranged beyond delusional and a far cry from anyone I would even consider having more than one night with…in fact it was a bloody miracle you got one night”

“Oh…I see.” Lucas replied with a broken look on his face which instantly made Klaus feel guilty, although the original hybrid would never admit his guilt before Lucas began laughing manically leaving Klaus even more unsettled than before. “Of course, it’s not what I thought it was it’s never what I think it is…never! I mean god forbid anybody ever finds me special…god forbid anybody ever gives a damn about little old me…and even if they were going to it was never going to be someone who’s tried to kill me so many times…bad canary love never starts with murder.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Klaus asked, trying not to show his concern for the seemingly unhinged canary.

“Perfectly fine!” Lucas replied with a sinister smile before releasing a deafening canary cry in Klaus’ direction instantly exploding the original hybrid’s head in an explosion of blood and gore, the blood splattering all over the Red Canary. “If you won’t have me as a lover I’ll just have to settle for another enemy.”

“I see you haven’t changed much since we last saw each other.” Dinah announced as Lucas turned around to see the woman, he believed to be his mother stood in front of him, clearly judging him for his bloody attack on the original hybrid. “I guess hoping for you to change your ways is too much to ask.”

“Mum…” Lucas said in complete shock, having not seen Dinah Lance for years, confused to why she had showed up now.

“I hear his head tends to grow back so we should probably go somewhere to talk in peace before that happens.” Dinah replied to the grandson she had raised like a son.

Lucas was shocked to see his mother after all this time especially on Earth Blood just after exploding Klaus Mikaelson’s head, but Dinah Lance was far from surprised to find him drenched in blood from his latest victim.

Dinah Lance was determined to rebuild her family being guilt ridden for believing she was the main factor that tore her family apart in the first place but she was unsure of whether Lucas would be a part of that family, knowing he had gone down a path he couldn’t return from but hoping he would choose a new one but not totally convinced he would even despite Laurel’s words of encouragement over his changes since coming to Earth Blood.

“I see you got the blood off you…I guess when you’re covered in other people’s blood all the time you get quite good at washing it off.” Dinah said with a judging tone in her voice as she walked into Lucas’ hotel room to see him clean and freshly changed, sitting on the edge of his bed before Lucas automatically stood up to face the woman he believed to be his mother.

“How did you wind up here?” He asked her.

“Laurel took me with her this time around thought a family reunion would be good for everyone.” Dinah replied to her secret grandson. “You look like your doing well for yourself…I’m assuming you killed all the staff in this hotel and god knows who else?”

“You would assume correctly as always…mum.” Lucas answered awkwardly, clearly never expecting to ever see Dinah again. “Sara’s still living here somewhere I think she’ll be happy to see you.”

“I’m guessing that man back there was Klaus Mikaelson and I’m guessing your romance with him didn’t end particularly well?” Dinah said with a reluctant sigh. “You’re predictable I’ll give you that…there’s always a man there’s always blood and you’re always in the thick of it causing all kinds of carnage.”

“I get it mother I’m a disappointment I have been my entire life but guess what I don’t care anymore…I gave up trying to make you love me like you loved my sisters a long time ago round about the same time you left us.” Lucas snapped at her. “So, you don’t like what I’ve become well boohoo because I love me.”

“Don’t you dare try and blame any of your dreadful acts on me!” Dinah shouted as she stormed over to Lucas and harshly slapped him across the face. “Of course, I loved you clearly, I loved you more than you ever realized, and you were never a disappointment to me until you became a cold-blooded murderer.”

“Then why was I always treated like a ghost like it pained you both to even admit my existence?” Lucas asked with tears forming in his eyes. “Not smart enough to get Laurel’s praise not stupid enough to get Sara’s talks I was the youngest and instead it was like I was stuck in the middle…the accident child who just so happened to reside in your home.”

“I loved you your dad loved you we both loved you we just didn’t quite know how to love you correctly…things were difficult with you and I know they shouldn’t have been but they were.” Dinah reluctantly admitted to Lucas as tears began to form in her own eyes. “None of it was ever your fault but when we looked at you we saw a future we didn’t like and then when we did get close to you I had to pull away fearing if I was your mother fully it would break my heart having to give you back.”

“What do you mean give me back? Who the hell would you give me back too?” Lucas questioned her, as tears began falling from both his and Dinah’s eyes. “Are you even my mother?”

“No honey I’m not I loved you like a mother, but I was never your mother I was your grandmother.” Dinah cried as she began telling Lucas the truth for the first time. “You came to us from a bleak future and I always feared that once that future was fixed you’d wind up going back…Quentin really did love you and wanted to be there more but I kept pulling him away because the only thing worse than my heart breaking was his.”

“I don’t understand you come all this way just to tell me you’re not my mother…that’s the only reason you came wasn’t it to make sure the monster knew you weren’t his mother?” Lucas said as his sadness quickly turned to anger. “Well congratulations you don’t get to be blamed for how I turned out!”

“That’s not why I’m here Luci I’m here to help you get the help you clearly need.” Dinah argued with her grandson. “This person you’ve created this mask you wear is just some defines mechanism you’ve built so you don’t get hurt it’s not the real you and I know you think there’s no coming back for you but your whole family is here for you and we’re not leaving you again.”

Lucas stood there as he found himself overcome with rage, furious about Dinah’s lies, raging over how she abandoned him just to come back to reveal she was never his mother, confirming his believes that neither her or Quentin as the anger continued to build up inside of him until he did something he would one day regret as he charged at his mother with a blind rage ready to claim her life and make her pay for everything she had ever done to him blacking out in a rage he wouldn’t come back from until he was stood over his mother’s lifeless body covered in her blood shell shocked by his most evil act yet.

Lucas Lance just stood there in his hotel room looking down at his lifeless mother Dinah Lance’s body while covered in her blood completely disturbed by the act he just committed. He always knew there was something monstrous inside of him, a built up rage that made him commit many sins and a need to be loved that drove him insane but one thing he had never done before was kill a member of his own family.

He just stood there looking down at his mother struggling to move, cry or react in anyway as he struggled to break out of his catatonic state wondering what kind of monster would kill their own mother.

Lucas had always blamed everyone else other than himself he blamed his family for not loving him enough and he blamed Slade for leading him down a dark path but the truth was nobody controlled his choices or pushed him into those monstrous acts everything he had ever done was on him and nobody else.

It was in that moment he realized he was well and truly broken in ways he couldn’t even fathom fearing this act of extreme evil had broken him beyond repair as he continued to stare at his mother’s corpse feeling nothing but shame over what he had just done and the monster he had become.

“I’m seriously god damn sick of you… I think you think a simple deed would keep you safe then you forget how well connected I am in this…” Klaus shouted as her burst the hotel room door open, only to be left shocked to see Lucas drenched in blood and standing over a corpse, not shocked because Lucas had killed but shocked because this kill had seriously done some kind of psychological damage to the Red Canary.

“I…didn’t mean…I didn’t think…I never meant to.” Lucas mumbled as he found himself struggling to come to terms with reality.

“Lucas what the hell are you doing now and who the hell is this woman?” Klaus demanded to know as he walked over to him.

“She’s my mother.” Lucas cried, as he fell to the ground and began manically sobbing as he lifted Dinah’s body into his arms. “I didn’t mean to do it…mum I’m so sorry…I never meant this…oh god what have I done?”

Klaus just stood there in silence as he continued to watch Lucas break down while holding his mother’s lifeless body in his arms, watching Lucas completely destroyed by the act he had just committed against the woman who raised him and it had Klaus remembering how he killed his own mother out of rage as he found himself once again reluctantly identifying with the Red Canary.

“I’m so sorry mummy I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Lucas sobbed as he cuddled into Dinah’s lifeless body. “What kind of monster kills their own mother?”

“Enough!” Klaus shouted at him, not able to see any more of Lucas’ pain. “We’ll take to the basement and bury her under my home nobody ever needs know what happened here today.”

“I can’t…they need to know the truth.” Lucas argued while continuing to cry only for Klaus to grab him roughly, pulling him away from Dinah and lifting Lucas back on to his feet.

“We are all capable of unspeakable evils Lucas but that doesn’t need to define us unless we let it!” Klaus snapped at the Red Canary while continuing to hold him in his grip, overcome with the need to help him. “We’re going to ditch this body get you cleaned up and act like none of this ever happened!”

Klaus didn’t quite understand his urge to help Lucas so badly maybe it was because part of him regretting killing his mother the first time around anyways or maybe it was because he saw some of himself in Lucas but either way he had once again found himself coming to the Red Canary’s rescue.

Rebekah Mikaelson didn’t want to meet with Marcel Gerard that day or any day in general but she knew they had a lot to talk over and wanted to heal the hurt between them both whether it led to a reconciliation or not she didn’t want anymore bad blood to be shared between the man she had loved for centuries even though she was uncertain if she’d love him for more centuries or if this was the end for them finally.

She hated how Marcel couldn’t let go of New Orleans even though a part of her couldn’t quite let go mainly of her family but partly the city itself after all it was the first real home for the Mikaelson family after turning into vampires but that wasn’t the only reason her relationship with Marcel fell apart.

He had chosen Klaus over her many times some out of loyalty and some out of revenge, he chose to murder Finn and bite Kol and Elijah without any thought of how she’d feel and she had to argue with the updated original to spare Klaus’ life.

There was so much they had to overcome to be together and when they finally tried she found herself being the only one trying once again as she began to realize that maybe too much history had been shared between them both for them to ever truly have a future together.

“This better be bloody good Marcellus because I quite literally don’t have the time for this.” Rebekah said after vamp speeding into an empty Rousseau's to find Marcel stood there waiting for her. “If this is about us then yes, we do need to talk…it’s just I don’t know what to say.”

“We’ve definitely got a lot to talk about Rebekah…maybe we should drink to it first?” Marcel suggested pointing towards the two glasses of red wine placed on the bar counter before walking over to them, picking them both up and walking over to hand Rebekah one of the glasses. “Words tend to be easier with alcohol.”

“Why now? You’ve had weeks to reach out why have you chosen now to want a conversation? Especially with all that is going on with my family right now.” Rebekah wondered, suspicious of her former lover.

“Your family always has something going on Rebekah.” Marcel joked before looking at her with sincere sadness in his eyes. “I’m truly sorry about Freya Mikaelson I’m not going to lie we were hardly the best of friends, but she truly was one formidable woman.”

“Yeah she really was if anybody deserved a happy ending in our family it was her.” Rebekah replied, clearly still mourning the loss of her sister. “But don’t you worry my family will avenge my sister and those canaries will wish they never came here!”

“That’s all your family ever do seek revenge or cause pain that makes people need revenge on you it’s a never-ending cycle and you don’t care for anybody other than yourselves.” Marcel snapped at the original female vampire. “Allowing any of you back into my city was truly a mistake.”

“Need I remind you it was our city long before it was yours?” Rebekah corrected the upgraded original as she slammed the glass down on the bar counter, spilling a drop of wine on her hand causing it to burn for a moment as she realized the drink was poisoned.

A furious Rebekah grabbed Marcel by the throat vamp speeding them both over to a nearby wall in which she slammed his body against, while keeping her hand tightly gripped around her neck.

“Did you seriously just try to bloody poison me?” Rebekah screamed at him, furious to be betrayed once again by the man she loved. “After everything after all these centuries, you keep finding new ways to betray me!”

“I love you Rebekah I really do but this is my city and I can’t have it falling victim to your family’s revenge.” Marcel replied, struggling to speak as Rebekah tightened her grip on his throat. “It’s either I dump you all in coffins or I’ll end you all permanently...either way your time is coming to an end.”

“And you claim to love me?” Rebekah stated before using her hand gripped on Marcel’s neck to snap it as she threw his unconscious body to the ground. “That’s not love!”

Rebekah had been betrayed by Marcel many times and had betrayed him just as many times but never in a thousand years did she ever believe he’d make an attempt to take her out not after everything they had been through and it was in that moment she realized their love was well and truly dead as she became determined Marcel was next to die and not her or anymore of her family.

Laurel Lance had never killed anyone before good or evil always believing it was not her place to play god in fact she had never even considered taking a life until she wound up on Earth Blood as she quickly realized rules were very different here her first kill being Rebekah but that technically not counting considering she never stayed dead.

The Black Canary quickly realized that the innocents of this earth would never find justice by monsters being locked up she knew these supernatural beings could only be stopped by death and she quickly became accustomed with the notion of it wasn’t murder of they were monsters the only problem with her ideology is that the Mikaelson family were far more than mere monsters.

She had noticed kindness from Rebekah as they bonded over their troubled families, seen loyalty from Hayley, passion from Klaus, fierceness from Freya and heard all about Elijah’s nobleness and from that knowledge she had begun to see them more like complicated souls than actual monsters which made her next move such a hard one.

Laurel wanted to protect her family more than anything but she didn’t want to destroy another to save her own if she had any other choice then she would choose that instead of the act she was about to commit, fearing she’d never forgive herself for what she was about to do but also knowing she had to protect her secret son from the future at all costs.

“It’s never really easy when you lose someone.” Laurel stated after speeding into Lafayette Cemetery to stand beside Elijah who was stood in front of a tomb with Freya Mikaelson and Keelin Malraux’s names on it, his sister’s final resting place. “I remember when I lost my father, I blamed everyone and everything I was so mad with the world for losing him.”

“I guess you weren’t too heartbroken when you thought your cheating sister was dead though?” Elijah joked with the Black Canary.

“I was completely devastated family is always family no matter what they do you can’t stop yourself loving them if you could I’d have given up on Lucas years ago.” Laurel admitted to the noble original.

“I didn’t realize you were back in New Orleans…you do realize all alliances with our families are over?” Elijah declared, making it clear they didn’t need to exchange anymore words.

“Have you ever committed terrible acts in the name of family? I mean you’ve lived for a thousand years I’m sure you must have committed some terrible things in the name of family at least once or twice.” Laurel wondered, looking for some sign to do what she was there to do as she pulled out a flask from her jacket pocket, taking a drink to fool Elijah into thinking the drink was safe.

“I’ve committed far too many to even begin counting when my memories returned it almost broke me to see all that blood, violence and death come flooding back all at once…” Elijah explained to her. “I used to think family loyalties justified it all but in truth nothing justifies that kind of evil.”

“Wow…you’re a whole lot harder to hate than the rest of your family.” Laurel said with a sigh as Elijah noticed the flask. “It would be so much easier if you were more like Klaus, Kol or god even Rebekah.”

“What would be so easy?” Elijah wondered with a knowing smile, trying to hide the fact he knew exactly why Laurel was there. “May I have a drink?”

“No!” Laurel denied him before downing the flask in one go, causing her to cough a little before moaning. “God that tastes horrendous.”

“I didn’t think you had it to be a killer.” Elijah admitted to the meta-human.

“You knew this was poisoned the whole time?” Laurel asked in shock.

“Rebekah text me about Marcel’s failed attempt believing others would try the same trick and you almost did.” Elijah answered her, looking rather happy with himself to have avoided being poisoned.

“I want to protect Lucas at all costs, but I can’t let myself become like him to do so…call me weak or pitiful are you like but I’m not a killer!” Laurel snapped at the original vampire, clearly mad to realize there was some extremes she wouldn’t go to for her secret son.

“Not wanting to become a killer doesn’t make you weak it makes you strong and very admirable.” Elijah said with a sincere smile on his face. “You truly are something else Laurel Lance.”

“Please don’t let your family kill my son!” Laurel pleaded with the noble original, a look of desperation on her face, as she shocked Elijah by her revelation that Lucas Lance wasn’t her brother but her secret son.

Laurel began to fear her desperate plea for help had only condemned her son even further not fully realizing just how important family was to Elijah as he remembered the desperation in her voice all too well, realizing revenge was not something his sister Freya would want in this situation knowing she would never condemn any of her family taking a child from their mother and it was in that moment he decided to help the Black Canary any way he could.

Elijah Mikaelson wasn’t the only Mikaelson to have a sudden change of heart that day as Klaus found himself completely stunned by his sudden urge to protect Lucas at all costs even stashing Lucas’ murdered mother Dinah Lance’s body underneath the compound bricking up her body into a wall underneath the property determined that nobody found out what the Red Canary had done.

Klaus was attracted to Lucas from the first meeting, intrigued by the mystery surrounding the chaotic canary and even lusting after him when he found Lucas proving to be more than a match for the original hybrid but he had never realized he was beginning to truly care for him until now the Red Canary had crept into his mind, his bend and maybe even now his heart.

Lucas Lance had found himself well and truly traumatized by his latest murder as he found his mind exploding with guilt over all the lives he had taken all at once all the evil acts that led him to killing the woman who had raised him as he found himself breaking down and crying in the shower within the bathroom in the compound as the blood of the woman he called mother washed off his body and went down the drain.

Lucas had killed many times before and felt some form of guilt but it was Dinah’s death that had truly got to him and triggered the guilt of the many others he killed as he realized now more than ever than he needed to be stopped.

“I need you to kill me!” Lucas declared as he walked into Klaus bedroom wearing only a towel around his waist as he found Klaus sitting on the edge of his bed, Klaus instantly standing up to greet him.

“Trust me when I say I’ve thought about it daily, but I don’t want you dead nor do I think you deserve to be.” Klaus replied to Lucas, shocking them both with his sincerity.

“I can’t keep going on like this…” Lucas cried. “I can’t keep hurting people…I’m not right I don’t think I’ve ever been right…please Klaus just kill me!”

“I have a better idea for what to do with you.” Klaus answered him before a poisoned dart appeared from behind Lucas, hitting him in the neck and causing the canary to fall, Klaus grabbing him just in time so the unconscious canary didn’t hit the ground before gently placing Lucas down on his bed as Nyssa al Ghul walked into the room.

“I must admit I’m rather impressed that you were able to not only work out I was still on this earth but to also were able to contact me.” Nyssa told Klaus. “I really must get myself a witch or two.”

“Well once I heard about your history with a certain Sara Lance, I had a feeling your obsession would make you stick around, and I figured after today you may become somewhat useful to me.” Klaus admitted to the daughter of the demon. “I need you to take him with you to protect him at all costs and keep him from New Orleans.”

“He murdered his own mother this would be the ultimate betrayal to Sara. My beloved would never forgive me why should I help you and betray her?” Nyssa snapped at the original hybrid.

“You knew what he did when I contacted you and clearly that didn’t stop you from coming which means you know as much as I do, he’s not right.” Klaus revealed to her before asking. “But why exactly isn’t he right? I have a feeling you may know more than I do.”

“Lucas Lance has become one with the demon within the Lazarus Pit that brought him back to life it’s hardly surprisingly considering how young he was when he went in it. If anything, it’s remarkable there’s any Lucas within him.” Nyssa admitted to Klaus reluctantly. “I wasn’t sure at first why my father was so obsessed with Oliver Queen and Sara Lance until I found out it was Lucas he really wanted, and they were just a means to an end.”

“None of that makes any sense to me what the bloody hell is a Lazarus Pit and why does your father want Lucas so badly?” Klaus asked, fearing the answers would just confuse him even further.

“Because Lucas Lance is from the future a future, he’s meant to destroy alongside the guidance of my father Ra’s al Ghul.” Nyssa revealed to the original hybrid, revealing the truth behind future Laurel giving up her son to the past, not protecting him from the future at all but protecting the future from him.

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ruffiorocks · 6 years ago

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GOT and some of the sexism claims. I'd say pretty much everyone has been equally screwed over in some way.

I just can't get on board with this sexist rubbish people are spilling . "Women just don't get happy endings on this show, women can't be successful, it's all about the men, they get everything'.

Erm... Really? Most of the male protagonists and antagonists being main or secondary characters aren't exactly at a spar right now .

Robert Baratheon - killed by a pig. Pretty useless as a king but not the worst person on the show.

Ned Stark- executed by a vicious little psycho. The most honorable man the show had or will have.

Jory- Stabbed through the eye, a loyal man.

Joffrey - poisened (by a powerful woman). Vicious little psycho incest kid. His crimes to numerable to go into.

Tommon - committed sucide, a sweet heart not at all suited for the role of King.

Renly - murdered by a shadow with his brothers face (by a powerful woman). Was loved by those that followed him.

Stannis - executed by Brienne ( a powerful woman). Not a great dad but before he went all fire happy was actually very honorable if not boring.

Robb Stark - betrayed and stabbed at a wedding. An honorable man who made a mistake, wanted his family back and paid the price.

Rickon Stark - shot with an arrow. Couldn't zig zag.

Ramsey - eaten by dogs on the orders of Sansa (a powerful woman). A sadist who got his due.

Roose Bolton - killed by his son, another ass who got his due.

Theon Greyjoy - flayed, had his dick cut off and then died heroically defending Bran. So much to be said about him.

Loras Tyrell - blown up (by a powerful woman). A honorable basically out and proud man who loved his king, still stood by the viscous little psycho Joffrey because that's what he had to do. A family man.

Jaime - flattened by rocks (?) So much to be said.

Ser Jorah - died fighting white walkers. Had his redemption.

Ser Barristan Selmy - killed by the Sons of the Harpy

Khal Drogo - died from a cut/magic/smothered by his Mrs (by two powerful women ) One of the most powerful characters died pretty early on

Viserys - killed by boiling gold on his head. Not going to she's a tear

Ollie - hanged as a traitor (because he Stabbed Jon and law is the law)

Ser Allister Thorne - hanged as a traitor

Edd - killed by White Walkers

Mance - burned at the stake and an arrow in the heart because he refused to bed the knee and lead the wildlings to fight Stannis war.

Bran Stark - basically already dead

Euron - killed by Jaime

High Sparrow - blown up (by a powerful woman)

Tywin- killed by an arrow on the loo. One of the most powerful and smart characters on the show. Would have made a good king if a harsh one.

Varys - burned alive (by a powerful woman). Such a powerful man behind the shadows, lived for the people

Qyburn- head smashed in

The Hound - dead by falling and fire. Was redeemed

Hodor - a sweet heart used by and messed up by Bran. F**k you Bran!!

Oberyn Martell - a great character who got cocky and had his head smashed in.

Little Finger - throat cut by Arya (a powerful woman). Totally asked for it but still one of the most powerful men .

Shall I go on?

Male protagonists left?

Jon- knows nothing. Theon had more balls than he does now. Has given up everything to be a lap dog to Dany. Actually died! But came back.

Bran- useless, boring. Honestly don't care what happens to him.

Tyrion- was one of the smartest characters on the snow. Has been reduced to an idiot who drops his friends in it and watches them burn. Not the best at making plans.

Gendry - a sweet heart who deserves a happy ending.

Ser Davos- a sweet heart who deserves a happy ending and has more sense than most of the men left put together.

Grey Worm- used to admire how strong he was given his beginnings, is now dead to me.

Sam - a sweet heart who is way smarter than he is given credit for. Deserves a happy ending. Always true to himself, a total coward but still fought when he had to.

Podrick - a loyal sweet heart who deserves a happy ending.

Can't even think of anyone else right now.

The women?

Cateyln Stark - throat slit. An ass to Jon Snow but a strong Matriarch who loved her children and wanted them back desperately.

Shae - straggled by Tyrion.

Ros - shot with arrows

Osha- a woman was dedicated to keeping Bran and Rickon alive. Killed by Bolton men.

Lysa Arryn - pushed through the moon door. Crazy Lady.

Lady Olenna - suicide, still had the last laugh. One of the most powerful matriarchs of the show. The whole reason Joffrey is dead and wasn't afraid to tell the men to shove it.

Sand Snakes and their mother - all dead one way or another. Not note worthy at all.

Margery Tyrell - Blown up, but a good and caring queen who knew how to play the game and cared for her family.

Missandei - throat cut, defiant to the end.

Melisandre - crumbled and was blown away but not before helping at the Battle for Winterfell.

Cersei - A Queen who stood up to everyone and survived until now, showed she wasn't to be messed with. Is responsible for a lot of death male and female, loved her children. Died under rubble (?)

Lady Lyanna Mormont - one of the best characters, bad ass, had more sense and honour than half the men on the show. Fought a battle against the dead and went out like a boss taking a giant with her!

Women left?

Dany - A Queen, a woman abused, raped and sold, etc. Still standing, a powerful if not losing the plot woman. Still rose up and is much stronger than she started out as.

Sansa - The Lady of Winterfell a woman who was abused, raped etc. Rising up to take back her home, much stronger for it. She learned to play the game or thrones. Took lessons from all her captors and abusers and isn't to be messed with now.

Arya - a child who lost everything, saw to much, became a child killer and faceless assassin. Made it home, killed the Night King, survived Kings Landing.

Brienne - a strong woman loved two men and was heart broken but both. A woman in a mans world refusing to conform. Spends all the time trying to find Sansa and Arya so she can keep a vow to Cat Stark. Managed to capture Jaime Lannister, fought a bear! Broke through Jaime's shell, defeated the Hound. Survived the White Walkers. Finally knighted.

Gilly- an adorable sweet heart who deserves a happy ending. Actually found about Jon but Sam wasn't listening.

Yara - a strong woman in a man's world, had the respect of her men, gave a massive 🖕 to the rules and wanted to be Queen. Open about the sexuality.

Meera Reed - kept Bran Stark alive beyond the wall for years. Basically Bran gave her the 🖕 even after she lost her brother for him.

Honestly I'd say the strong female protagonists are the ones left standing and the ones who have had the most growth, good or bad it's still growth. Even the ones who are gone had growth. The majority of male characters never really changed all that much.

The ones who changed the most are Jon (eventually), Jaime, Dany, Sansa, Arya and Bran. Maybe there are more?

It will most likely end with Jon on the throne, given what happened Dany won't be welcome on it now. But that doesn't mean the show is sexist. The characters plot archs have been asssinated yes but even if Dany has fallen, you still have Arya, Sansa, Brienne God even Gilly! How many stong male characters left? About the same and almost all had their arcs assassinated, Jon is useless, I wouldn't want to be left alone with Grey Worm now, Tyrion seems to have lost all sense.

#game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #arya stark #sansa stark #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #margery tyrell #olenna tyrell #ser davos #brienne of tarth #bran stark #samwell tarly #joffrey baratheon #ramsey bolton #tywin lannister #tyrion lannister #theon greyjoy #grey worm

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Collisions in the Dark (Ch 21): Checkmate

Warnings: depictions of violence, language.

Pairings: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Summary: They go to face Ra’s together: as a family.

Chapter Notes: Checkmate: Threatening the capture of the enemy king such that it cannot escape. This wins the game for the attacking side.

“When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.” — “ Lessons On Loving a Prophet ”, Jeanann Verlee

The whirl of the snow dropped away as Cass pulled the stone door shut behind them and with it so did the whistling whine of wind against Tim’s ears. Tim almost would have preferred the noise… anything to distract him from the fears he was barely holding at bay in the corner of his mind.

The hallway they’d entered into was deserted as they expected, having seen no visuals from the tech on the Batwing. By the time they reached the lower levels, though, they’d expected to have found a ninja or two, but the hallway ahead of them was empty. As were the ones after it.

Batman, who’d been leading the group around one corner and then the next, finally stopped and spoke quietly to them over his shoulder. “Ra’s has pulled all of his men back to the central chamber as we feared.”

“When we attack, we’ll have to be ready to give it our all.” said Dick, “We’ll be going up against his entire army… or close to that at any rate.”

“There’s still time to call Alfred back and blow up the chamber with the big guns on the Batwing,” said Jason.

“No,” Bruce grunted. “It’ll be too hard to guarantee that we hit the right target.”

Jason exhaled a long breath. “Alright then, I guess we’re all planning on dying the hard and painful way.”

Tim skimmed his knuckles across the back of Jason’s hand. Jason glanced down at their hands hanging next to each other and then pulled his gaze back up to Tim’s eyes.

Tim tried for a smile.

It was hard when the knots in his stomach left him feeling nothing but queasy with unease. “Not planning on dying on me so soon are you?”

Jason refused to make eye contact, instead he look out over the top of Tim’s head. “Not planning on it, particularly, but if I did… What then?”

Tim swallowed thickly. It took everything in him to say the next words, but he said them anyway because he meant them this time. He’d learned his lesson and he didn’t plan on making the same mistake twice. “Then I’ll keep my promise to you this time.”

Jason’s eyes returned to him in a flash. The intense expression on Jason’s face fixed Tim to the spot. He was aware of the fact that he’d also drawn the eyes of his family members, though they said nothing to draw attention to themselves.

Tim squeezed Jason’s fingers tightly. “But don’t expect me to let you go gently into the sweet goodnight, or any of that bullshit.”

Jason gave a faint smirk. “Death would have to drag me kicking and screaming to get me to part from you.”

Tim smiled but his mood didn't lift. He longed for the time when every choice he made didn’t feel like an even bigger mistake than the one before it. It seemed like years ago when he could make a decision and know the outcome for certain… and know that it wouldn’t end in some kind of catch-22 situation.

Bruce coughed into his fist. “We should keep moving.”

They continued on.

When they rounded a torchlit corner and stumbled into the first guard they were all more than a little startled. Cass came from the side with a throat punch that never connected. The ninja sidestepped and caught her arm . He shoved her back towards the group.

The ninja didn’t follow the move with an attack. They stood warily together, hands hovering over a variety of weapons, nobody moving except to exchange confused glances.

“The Demon’s head wishes to speak with the one he calls ‘Detective’.”

Bruce stepped forward. “Tell Ra’s that I— ”

“He doesn’t mean you.”

Ouch. Tim understood the meaning of the guard’s words and he knew that Ra’s meant to insult Bruce with it. Tim wondered quietly to himself what had caused Bruce to fall from the pedestal that Ra’s had once placed him on.

Tim’s hand moved from his bo staff to Bruce’s arm. Bruce turned to look at him.

“I can do this.”

There was a long pause before Bruce stepped back and to the side. Tim took his mentor’s place.

He raised his head to address the man standing before him.

“If Ra’s wishes to speak to me he’ll do it in the company of my family or not at all. It’s your choice. Risk angering your master if you’re feeling brave.”

The ninja didn’t hesitate before stepping to the side and extending his hand towards the set of closed double doors he’d once stood in front of. At least Tim knew he still held some lingering power around here… at least while he was still considered the Demon Head’s chosen one. Or play thing. Tim tried hard not to think about that.

Tim pulled open the double doors and forced his feet to keep moving and carry him towards the chair where Ra’s lounged like a king before his court. Tim’s muscles tensed at the sight of so many ninjas standing in formation on two sides of the room. He walked between the two columns of men, his family following a step behind him, stopping a few feet from Ra’s.

Ra’s smiled at the sight of them. “What’s this, Detective? Did you bring your whole family for an official goodbye?”

“I won’t be going anywhere with you, Ra’s.”

Ra’s’ smile widened. “Oh, Timothy, Timothy. That’s not how this game works, remember?”

"I'm putting a stop to this, Ra's," stated Bruce. “Tim has made his choice very clear and you’re either going to respect that or we’re going to make you in whatever way necessary. Either way, this ends tonight.”

Ra's laughed and sat forward in his chair. "Oh, now you're putting a stop to it? You? Who sold him to me in the first place."

"That was a stratagem. Tim understood that the part he played was necessary— "

"You sold him. Tossed him to the wolves with such carelessness. Do not come here making demands of me now that you've realized the precious asset you stand to lose."

"Asset?" scoffed Dick. "He doesn't want a fucking asset. He wants his son back, you bastard."

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said Ra’s. “You see, Batman, you gave me a taste of the forbidden fruit. You can’t blame me for developing an appetite.”

Nausea rose violently in Tim’s throat and he stepped backwards so fast that his shoulder blade came up hard against Jason's chest. Jason reached out and steadied him with a hand on his arm. At Ra's words however, Jason didn't release his hold. Instead his grip tightened, fingers pressing into the bend of Tim's elbow hard enough that Tim swore Jason could feel his fear thumping through the veins that rested under his fingertips.

“You do realize,” said Damian, “That when you say creepy shit like that, other people can hear you. Right?”

“Damian,” Dick hissed under his breath.

“What?” Damian snapped. “We were all thinking it. How else is he going to learn if nobody—”

Dick elbowed Damian in the ribs. “Shut. Up.”

Ra’s smiled venomously at the pair, but didn’t grace Damian’s comments with a response. When he turned his gaze back onto Tim, Ra’s’ expression seemed to ask, this is who you would choose? This band of orphans and street rats, over the man who could give you the keys to world power?

“This is the last time I’m going to make this offer, Timothy. Join with me and I’ll spare your family and friends. They can walk out of here without a scratch on them.”

Tim swallowed thickly, the muscles in his neck so tight that he could feel them jump at the movement. “And if I say no?”

Ra’s eyes narrowed. “Then I’m going to make you watch as I cut every one of them down. And that one,” he stabbed a finger at Jason, “isn’t going to die before experiencing a lot of pain.”

“I’ve died twice already.” replied Jason. “A painful death doesn’t scare me.”

“Let’s see if you still think that after I bring you back and repeat the process a few times in new and creative ways. I’m sure Timothy wouldn’t care to see that again.”

Tim squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly.

“Are you remembering what it was like, Detective? How he choked on his own blood as he struggled for breath. His dead eyes staring up at you. I’ve heard that death by anthrax poison is especially gruesome towards the end. The entire thing must have been horribly… traumatic for you.”

Tim’s eyelashes were wet when he opened his eyes to stare at him. “And you wonder why I can’t love you. You’re nothing but a fucking monster.”

“I am what you make me, Detective. But, whatever you think of me, remember this, I’m a man of my word. So think wisely before giving me your answer.”

Tim looked around at his family members. Every single one of them knew the risks of being in the vigilante business. On some level you have to be willing to walk into a fight with the knowledge that you might die there. He knew that they could die here today, but it still bothered him… the thought that because of him, an entire legacy might be wiped out all at once. Yes, there would still be Barbara and Kate and Alfred, but to have all of their hard work cut off in one final blow felt like the cruelest thing of all. Could he really live with the knowledge that he was responsible for everyone’s deaths except his own… because he knew that if they lost this fight, Ra’s wouldn’t give him the opportunity to kill himself. Tim would be trapped with his decision.

Tim met Ra’s’ gaze head on. “I made myself a promise a long time ago that if I was going to lose, I would do it on my own terms.”

Tim reached over his shoulder and pulled his bo staff from his back.

“So I choose my family.”

Ra’s nodded and out of the corner of his eye, Tim could see his family members reaching for concealed weapons. Damian’s sword sung as it was freed from its scabbard and held in a two-handed grip in front of him.

Under his breath Dick was issuing quiet orders. Tim only caught a fragment of them at the end. “ — eyes on Tim and Jason at all times.”

Ra’s raised his voice as he stood from his chair. “Anyone who brings the detective to me alive will be granted the greatest gift that I can offer to anyone. A second life on this earth.”

“Oh, fuck,” Tim hissed in time with Steph. This fight was about to get a lot more intense.

Steph closed ranks on his left just as the columns of ninjas turned and charged them. For one horrible minute Tim and Jason were crushed in the center of a mass of bodies, their weapons uselessly pinned against their sides. The pair were jostled as their family members jabbed, kicked, and punched to gain some room to move to expand their small circle outwards.

Tim felt Jason’s hand grasp onto his wrist and he turned in time to see Jason angle his head before dragging him through the mass of bodies towards Dick. His older brother had his escrima sticks out and they got there just in time to watch Dick catch a ninja under the jaw with one, knocking him off his feet.

Jason charged past Dick into the space that had just been cleared and caught the next ninja that came at them with a knife in his gut. The man dropped like a rock.

Hands clutched at Tim from all sides. Tim spun with a vicious sweep of his staff that knocked all of them back, before taking on the group of three in front of him, trusting Jason to defend him from behind. It was difficult to use his staff while fighting back to back with Jason, his moves limited by the fact that the wrong one might injury Jason just as much as it injured his enemies.

Someone, Tim thought it might have been Bruce, dropped a smoke bomb to give them cover. It had the unfortunate effect of aiding the fighters on both sides. A body erupted from the smoke and barreled into Tim from his far right.

Tim was slammed backwards into Jason, lifting the other boy off his feet. The trio hit the floor, the ninja’s hands locked onto Tim’s staff, pinning Tim underneath it. Tim released his staff with one hand and punched the man across the face twice in quick succession. It stunned him long enough for Tim to get a foot planted underneath him and flip them. They rolled until Tim was straddling the man’s waist, Jason shoving at the ninja’s shoulder to free his pinned legs.

A stranger’s hand fisted in Tim’s hair and yanked him backwards. Tim dropped his staff with a scream and scrambled to free himself. The other ninja, whose chest he’d previously been straddling, started to move as Tim’s weight was lifted off him. Tim kicked at him, catching him in the shoulder and the the cheek. Jason punched the ninjas from behind, his fist landing a blow behind the man’s ear.

Tim’s fingernails were leaving blood scratches in the man’s hand as he tried to find the man’s thumb, hoping that if he broke it with a hard yank backwards, the man would release his grip on his hair. Jason beat him to it, twisting his body around on the ground to aim his gun and blasting a bullet into the ninja’s skull. Tim gasped as blood and brain matter splattered across his neck and back, but didn’t have time to freak out more than that as he was attacked from below.

Tim threw himself on top of the man who was trying to rise from under him and slammed his arm against the man’s windpipe.

“Knife!” he screamed, reaching towards Jason. Jason’s blood-slicked hand slapped something in his palm. Tim took it without looking at it and stabbed the ninja in the shoulder before twisting it.

Without even looking, Tim knew that Dick was standing behind him. He could hear every solid thack as Dick’s escrima sticks made connect with flesh and bone.

Jason rose up onto his knees and reached to help Tim up.

“Come on,” he said, breathing hard. “We have to get on our—”

Tim looked up at him.

He gasped and seized at his staff. “Jason—”

The man barely had time to lay hands on Jason before Cass was there, climbing up the man’s back in two strong strides before she could wrap her legs around the man’s neck and snap his neck with a sharp twist of her legs. She fell to the ground on top of him and shoved Jason and Tim to their feet.

She pointed to the path that Bruce, Steph, and Damian were working hard to keep clear.

“The command center.” She panted. “Go! Now!”

Before he knew it, Jason’s hand was on him again, tugging Tim fiercely towards safety. They ran full speed down a number of dark hallways, knowing that if they stopped to figure out where they were they would be set upon from behind again.

“Left! Jason go left here!” Oracle’s voice erupted loudly from their comms.

Running side by side with him, Tim caught a glimpse of Jason’s grin. “You’re a lifesaver, Babs.”

“Save that thank you until you can say it to me in person, alright? We’re still miles from the finish line.”

“Will do, Coach.”

Oracle directed them through the dark and empty corridors until they reached the locked doors of the command center. Tim pressed his face to the opaque glass and cupped his hands next to his head. Nothing stirred within the room.

Tim shifted over to the keypad and pulled a piece of his tech from one of the pockets of his bandolier.

“Still have that knife?” he asked over his shoulder.

“I think you left it in that guy’s shoulder.” replied Jason with a distracted glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was heading their way.

“Right,” Tim sighed and fished out a birdarang. He wedged the sharp edge of the blade in between the two panels and snapped it open with a hard whack of his palm. He connected the wires and let his tech do the decrypting, flashing through variations of codes before the keypad chimed and the lock on the door popped open.

“Here,” Tim tossed Jason a USB drive as they entered the room. “There should be a main driver on that far wall that stores all of the league’s information. Plug that into one of the ports and I’ll start transferring the files onto it.”

Jason went to the far wall as Tim spun a chair around and sat in it. As he decrypted the login into the league’s server, Jason called out to him, “Weren’t you only in here, like, twice? How do you know where they keep everything?”

Yeah, thought Tim. Once, at the very beginning. The second, to watch you die. Both times I wanted to be looking at anything other than what was right in front of me.

“It’s similar to how I would set up my own command center if I were running a worldwide league of assassins.”

It was actually how Tim would have remodeled the batcave’s command center if given the chance. He hoped that didn’t reveal more about him than he was ready to admit. Tim had just finished pulling the files over to the drive when an explosion sounded in the distance. He watched the progress bar as it inched forward on the screen.

Dick’s voice came shaky and out of breath on their comms.

He was running.

“Ra’s— is heading your way guys— Bruce and I are— in pursuit. Shit—”

The line was quiet for a moment before Dick’s voice returned. “Others are holding back the ninjas for as — long as they can. Whatever you’re doing, do it faster.”

Tim looked at Jason and then the progress bar. Thirty-seven percent complete.

He placed his finger against his comm unit. “There’s no way we’ll be finished in time.”

“Then barricade the fucking door!”

“Right,” Jason looked around him before pulling a filing cabinet onto its side with a bang. Tim ran to the doors and slammed them closed. He initiated the security lock code on the keypad and then ripped the entire thing out of the wall and severed the wires. Together they pushed the filing cabinet against the doors and stacked anything not bolted down on top of it.

“I just want to state that none of this would have happened if we’d just blown the place up like I suggested in the first place.” Jason wedged a desk chair against the pile.

“I’m beginning to see the logic in that.”

A sword blade punched through one of the glass doors above the handle. Tim stumbled back into Jason with a shaky, “Fuck.”

Jason dragged him away from the door.

“The files.” he said. “Are they transferred?”

Tim ran over to the monitor. “Transferred!”

Jason yanked out the drive. “Alright, trash his tech. Now!”

Tim tossed Jason the drive with his own personally designed virus. As he implemented it, he was aware of the glass exploding inwards as Batman’s body was thrown through it. Jason planted himself between the door and Tim, his guns held in both hands, firing at any movement through the doorframe.

The virus was working its magic with every line of code.

The sound of glass crunching under boots had Tim turning in concern. Why wasn’t Jason firing? Tim stepped out from behind Jason’s tall form and could only stare at the sight in front of him. Bruce half risen onto his knees on the ground, and Dick arching perilously against the insistent pressure of Ra’s’ blade to his neck.

Ra’s, with blood dripping down the side of his face from a wound at his hairline, met his eyes from across the room. With a venomous smile, he asked, “Shall I start with this one, Timothy?”

#collisions in the dark #LittleDarlingXOX #bat-losers-inc #JayTim #ra'stim #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #Damian Wayne #Stephanie Brown #barbara gordon #Ra's al Ghul #language #depictions of violence #batman #batman fic

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[ MUSE 82 ] ●● is that TOM HOLLAND? no, that’s just ALEXANDER “ALEX” SINCLAIR, the 20 year old CISMALE who is a COLLEGE STUDENT. some say they’re ELITIST and VOLATILE, but their family and friends will swear they’re FOCUSED and LOYAL. when i think of them, i think of sleepless nights, bruised knuckles, and sad eyes. i wonder if his family knows that HE WAS RECENTLY DIAGNOSED WITH DEPRESSION. ●● ( Mar && 23 && est && she/her )

Trigger Warnings: mental health, depression, anxiety, references to self-harm and attempted suicide, panic attacks

Hi everyone I’m Mar. I was here once but I had finals going on and time was crazy so I didn’t really get to know everyone. But now I have a lot more time on my hands, and I’ve wanted to bring in Alex for awhile. Listed below are some basics about him, I also have his statistics up on my page that go a little more in depth. I’ll have his bio ready whenever I don’t feel like being lazy. Please love my sad little emotional tornando and give this post a like if you want to plot. You can also message me on my discord mar_rosex#6743 at anytime. I promise I don’t bite. I can’t wait to interact with your muses! ( Also this is so long I write wayyy to much pls bear with me x: )

Basic Intro:

Alexander, aka Alex Sinclair (Don’t call him Alexander unless you want him to throw a shit fit) is the eldest of the Sinclair siblings. During most of the year he’s away at school in Boston. But for some breaks and visits he’s living with his family in Ashcroft.

His mom left when he was only three. He actually does remember her, though a lot of it is very fuzzy. His feelings are very conflicted. He has abandonment issues just like his other siblings. But he can’t bring himself to hate her. He’s wanted to try to find her for awhile now but worries what the others will say if he does. He has this very ‘the grass is always greener’ perception about her. Like if she were still here they all would have turned out better, or maybe Alex wouldn’t have this irrational need to shut out any woman in his life that attempts to be a mother figure. He knows it’s stupid to hold out hope of ever coming in contact with her again, but that doesn’t mean he’s given up on that dream.

His relationship with his family is complicated. Mostly because they’re aware of his mental health issues, and it embarrasses him. Sometimes he’s around and other times he’ll text his dad the night before Thanksgiving dinner and say he’s gonna spend it somewhere else. He wants to be the big brother that buys them alcohol when they sneak off to parties, and beats up the bullies. He does love them though, even if he’s not good at explaining emotions. His ‘ I love yous ’ are very subtle. If they need him, he’s there without hesitation. While he struggles with explaining things to his dad, he will talk to his siblings. It’s always felt like the three of them against the world.

He isn’t aware of his father’s illegal business, but Alex doesn’t have much interest in the legal one. Business involves too much talking, too much kissing peoples asses. It’s not his kind of career. But besides this Alex still has an irrational need to please his dad. He feels like he has to do double the work since his mother isn’t there to see all his achievements. He also knows how successful the men in his family are (even if it wasn’t for legal reasons), and he wants to be better than them.

To most, Alex comes off as an outgoing guy, and kind of a dick. On the outside he’s very elitist. He will always try to be the smartest in the room, and let you know it. Alex has always had this irrational need to be the best at everything. Even if he isn’t, he’ll thinks he is. He knows the weight of his name, and has constantly used it over the years to get what he wants. But at the same time he’ll also mock others who do the same and call them trust fund brats. If he sees you as a threat, aka you’re outshining him--it’s a big issue. If he likes you though he’ll stick his neck out for you. (This mostly applies to his siblings, but they’re not safe from his competitive streak either.) His loyalty to those he cares for knows no bounds. And if you’re in some trouble he’s the first person there to help get you out of it.

Alex’s elitist streak doesn’t just end with interactions. He wants success, he craves it. Give him the smallest bit of power and he’ll run with it. Even if he’s set for life he plans to use his degree to make a name for himself. To be known as more than just another Sinclair kid. School has always come easy to Alex. He decided to attend Boston University and just finished his Sophomore year. Academics have always been something he’s enjoyed, but he can often get away with doing well and not studying. He’s studying Engineering with a minor in Chemistry. Math and Science have always been his favorite subjects. He loves knowing there’s a definite answer. Put him in an English class and he’ll either fall asleep or slowly die of boredom.

But below the surface there’s always been something more to him. He isn’t this outgoing, cocky guy that everyone thinks he is. No one talks about the fact that if there’s too many people in the room his hands will start to shake and he’ll lose the ability to complete a sentence. Or that during parties Alex always ends up outside after it feels like the room is closing in on him. Rumors hushed pretty quickly when someone though they heard Alex say that socializing feels draining. Most assume his permanent frown is due to looking down on everyone else. For some reason he always seems angry, even when no one is trying to steal his thunder. It’s always felt that way. Ever since he was a little kid and would run off only to be found by his dad hiding somewhere, a sobbing mess that couldn’t stop shaking.

Therapists used to blame his mom, so when he turned 18 he refused go anymore. They said his abandonment issues led to irrational bouts of anxiety. But it’s easy to blame her when Alex has always just been...sad. There’s never been a day where he doesn’t feel the endless need to be the best or please those he cares about. There’s days where he can’t get out of bed. Days where eating or showering seem like too much so he just lays there, wondering why the hell the universe bothered with him. He feels like the doctors never listen. That they think he’s crazy when he’s just angry.

He’s terrible with his emotions in general. In high school he was nicknamed a hot head for always snapping at others or trying to get in fights with those who threatened him. If it wasn’t for his last name, he probably would have gotten suspended for bruising his knuckles on the other boys’ faces. In college his roommate has forced him to take up boxing, where they’ll go to the gym for hours and just punch the bag. It helps, but the rage is always simmering. Instead of coming off as weepy and sensitive he uses anger to communicate. It’s often a cry for help, but he’ll never admit that. He’d rather have people think he’s a dick than crazy.

Every year it got worse, especially after he moved away to school. In high school he’d be medicated to keep things under control. But without therapy the pills stopped, and so did his control. The panic attacks became more common, to the point where people in his classes would notice the sweat on his brow or the shallow breathing. His roommate would comment on how Alex hadn’t left the dorm in two weeks, or that his phone was off for days. He wouldn’t go home for certain breaks or weekends, worried that his dad would see him and be disappointed. Or that Leo and Dylan would think he was too crazy to be around anymore.

It came to a head at the end of the current spring semester. His last psychiatrist told him that he was a volcano, and everything was going to blow if he didn’t confront his issues. It started at a party his friends were throwing. They dragged him there The typical signs were all showing. He couldn’t talk to them without downing some drinks. The room felt like it was closing in every time someone brushed against his back. Too small a space and way too many people around. Everything that he’d been pushing away suddenly rose to the surface. He doesn’t remember most of it. He just remembers running out of there, and then he’s in the dorm showers. He didn’t remember the knife he took from the kitchenette or one of his hall mates screaming for help. He always did it as a teenager when his dad was looking the other way, and it never caused too much harm. It was always a release. But this time it was.

So the school sent him home, and his professors took his current grades as finals. He has to go to a psychiatrist for the rest of the summer in order to get cleared to go back in the Fall. She refers to it as ‘the incident’, much like the other few people that are aware of it. She’s also diagnosed him with Depression. He refuses to talk about it head on with pretty much anyone, and his issues in general. Everyone else just assumes he finished the semester out early. Since he has to go, Alex just tells the psychiatrist what she wants to hear. He takes the pills she gives them but tries to flush them down the toilet when no one is looking. He hates being home. He hates being labeled as a crazy ticking time bomb. His anger hasn’t suppressed, if anything it’s gotten worse. He just wants to go back to that toddler who was laughing with his mom in the backyard and blowing bubbles. Not the mess he is now.

Wanted Connections:

Sinclair Fam: I need this. All the family, all the drama. Give it to me.

Ride or Die: His best friend since they could walk. One of the only people outside of his family that knows what the hell is going on with Alex. These two are hardly seen apart. They probably are one of the few people who can push him to try in therapy and help him get his shit together.

College Roommate: I think this would be interesting if it were someone from Ashcroft. Especially since they’re one of the few people who know about the incident and Alex’s struggles. It’d be cool if maybe this was someone who he always knew but didn’t get close with until they lived together. Also now that they’re both home and can see one another again it’d be interesting.

High School Friends: I imagine he had a small group he was close with in school. People that he still bothers to talk to after graduation. People that he grew up with and know him better than most.

College/Boston Friends: People he met while away at school. Maybe they also live in Ashcroft or recently moved there.

Enemies: Since Alex is a dick to 90% of the human population he’s well aware that he’s made enemies. There’s probably a line of them tbh.

Ex-Girlfriend: Alex isn’t a relationship guy. That requires too much of letting someone else in. I imagine this was something from highs school and he pushed her away. Maybe it was mutual. Or it could be really messy. I love everything angsty so I’m down for w/e for this.

Flings: As I said above he’s not into relationships. He’ll usually hookup or do FWB, but he’s pretty private about it. He doesn’t let the line blur between a hookup and something more. Usually if he thinks someone’s catching feelings he’ll end things.

If you had any other ideas in mind don’t hesitate to hit me up about them. I’m always down for anything, I’m a shameless plot whore.

#ashcroftintro.#mental health tw #depression tw #anxiety tw #self harm tw #panic attack tw #suicide tw

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ligne-noire · 6 years ago

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LAB.ORATORY LIFE - Faust. Anal deep throat. Fist-fuck party, Lab.Oratory, 12.01.2018

Lab.Oratory spoilt me for all other sex clubs. I have been there plenty of times, but the last occasion was at Silvester with my wife, our honeymoon in fact, when Berghain, Panorama Bar, Halle and Lab.Oratory were all open and every form of hedonism was possible as the new year slid in. Boris -> Mykki -> Marcel. Guten rutsch. Now I am back for a fisting party – my fantasies become reality the more I visit this city. I can’t live here, because I don’t want to run out of things to want. But I had wanted to go to a Lab fisting party since I first saw it on the flyer. Waiting makes wanting.

* * *

I always walk around first, seeing who I want, seeing what is happening where. I need to know if there are any cocks being sucked in the glory holes; if there are any men being pissed on in the pissoir. What will I smell? What will I taste? I look around at the metal frames where I have been deeply fucked, at the walls that my head has been pressed back against while a large cock is rammed down my throat. Everywhere I look I remember the faces of men whom I had fucked, whom I had made throw up on my cock. I remember the man whose face I never saw but whose arse I fucked for a very long time, never slowing, too high to come, too hard to stop, too entranced by the sounds of his grunts and moans as he would spasm from orgasm to orgasm, his limp dick leaking onto his thigh, but without me stopping the rhythm I was using him for. When I pulled out, his arse was gaping and did not close before I walked off, leaving him stretched open for the next man who wanted to fuck something. Who was he? What did he look like? We could be sitting together on the train and never know that we had fucked. Was he back here tonight?

The room is filled with tender scenes. I catch glimpses of long hugs in slings, of huge, hairy men tenderly touching their lovers, of anonymous kissing and rimming and sucking and fucking, and of men looking into each others’ faces and smiling and laughing and being in love for that moment.I'm lounging on a couch where I've been fucked before, smoking a joint, looking around from this little corner. The music is good. The air is blood warm. Hash-blue smoke coils through it as I look around and breathe in the heavy scent. Flesh is everywhere. Over there is a German bull in leather shorts with a huge strap on, thicker than my wrist and 30cm long. He is about 60. He is fat. He has a big, fat head and large, ugly hands. He looks so average except for his glorious toy, too big to be real. An unrefined bus driver endowed like a king. He sneers as he rubs lube over this monstrous rubber dick, holding it like it is his own flesh. Polishing it. Proud of it. Looking around to see who is sizing it up, wondering if they can take it. He looks at me, but I don’t catch his gaze. I am not here for him. I wonder if he is impotent; if he has lost the ability to get hard because his prostate became malignant, or if his heart medication broke his dick when it saved his life. I wonder if he really just enjoyed having the biggest cock in the room. I admit that I am tempted, but mostly out of disgust. I question myself: who would have to be on the other end of this ludicrous dick to let them break my arse with it? I imagine the flashes of pain as I would stretch further than I thought I could, at the point where I might panic only to realise that it was already in. The higher I get, the more my mind wanders into this labyrinth of gaping arse. It would be the same dick on anyone; who would make me overcome myself?

For a while he disappears, though comes back with another man, perhaps a little younger, stockier, shorter. It is not going to be pretty sex, but I want to watch anyway. I am lazy. I am comfortable. There is so much going on that wherever I am I will miss something. So I sit and smoke and watch these men prepare to fuck. The smaller man looks wired. He is looking around, head flicking over his shoulder like a nervous dog, like he was looking for someone that he did not want to see him here, ready to hurt himself on this huge dick. He is chewing gum, but spits it out when the bull bends him over a large iron bathtub in which other men have been pissing. He pours too much lube over his arse and begins stretching him open with his fingers. The two men seem like they are in worlds of their own, only connecting through penetrating fingers feeling their way inside. He pours more onto his dildo and pushes its blunt thick head against this willing arse hole. The man bent-over holds a bottle of poppers, which he inhales deeply and then calls out as the toy pushes into him. The bull has his hands on his partner’s cheeks, pulling them open to take more, coaxing his cock into him. Once the head is all in, he holds him by the hips and plunges his hips forward, grunting, snarling, pushing through anything that gets in his way. The cries are almost excruciating. I wonder if this is tearing him open. I almost want him to bleed, just to witness someone going too far in this pursuit of pleasure. He doesn’t. He is the loudest person in the space by far; he winces but wants it. Soon the bull is pounding the man until his nose starts to bleed a little, perhaps from too much poppers, or from drug burns, or too much strain as his body tries to expel this huge toy that only pleasure is letting in, making him scream until he orgasms and constricts this dildo back out, immediately bending back over the bath tub to take it all again like a well-trained creature desperate to be filled. Every time his bowels reject it, they recommence; more screams, more thrusts, more rubber until finally it is buried harness-deep in his guts, thrusting into him until his body clenches tight and squeezes him out powerfully. I can see how loose he is, how dark and swollen the folds of his rectum are, splayed open like a ripening rose when the bull pulls out, a wall of red flesh to be re-opened and re-entered. A trail of slimy lube drips out of him and glistens in the red light as it splashes on the dark floor. The bull watches it drooling off his rubber cock, and appears satisfied, sneering. The man who had just been fucked walks slightly stiffly. Something must have caught my eye, as when I look back, the men have gone. The bull is walking around, looking for the next hole to destroy with his dick that will never go soft. He takes a handkerchief out of his little leather handbag and mops his sweaty hair from his lined, sweaty brow. It’s older guys who really love fisting, when they have pushed through all of the other boundaries and are still looking for more to satiate their sex. A tall old man with a massive leather collar and short grey hair climbs into the gynaecological chair that is a few metres away from me. He has an impressive face, almost noble. His hair is very short; his beard, too. His eyes are clear and focused; his nostrils flare slightly as he breathes. Already his hole is stretched and wrinkled, much like the rest of him. I focused on him more than the man fisting him; more than on his sub who kneels on the floor like a pup, watching the scene from below. I look at him and I imagine myself in the future. It is impressive how easily the old man’s arse is to penetrate. Four fingers slowly press against him and opening him and enter straight up to the knuckles. Then the thumb disappears. Soon it is just a veiny stretched arse hole gripping a thick wrist pushing in and out and the sagging flesh giving way. Soon he is being punch-fucked, pulling out and then thrusting the clenched fist splashing back in. The old man’s face is serene, he is in a state of ecstatic reverie, mouth half-opened, eyes half-closed, a beautiful saint worshiping with his anus. He is so present in his body that he seems almost able to transcend it. Every penetration squelches into him and his breath exhales harder. His long legs in leather chaps clench back on his bare chest. I keep watching as he shakes with every orgasm, which keep getting more and more powerful as his arse tightens and softens and lets more in, deeper and deeper and deeper. When they stop the man’s arm is almost elbow deep. When he pulls out, the old man’s anus is gaping and wrecked, his bowels prolapsing slightly, red and flushed and engorged. His lover rubs his fingers gently over it, tenderly coaxing it back inside him, folding the old man back together. I look on, wondering how he would taste right now. I could feel myself getting hard at the idea. Sometimes I want to lose myself in the grotesque, to see what beauty can be found deep within it.

We were steeped in fetish worlds that over-lapped. Men wearing leather chaps and big boots; men wearing jock straps and sneakers; all of them here to worship anal pleasure. This is sex beyond fucking.“What all these people are doing is not aggressive; they are inventing new possibilities of pleasure with strange parts of their body — through the eroticization of the body.” (Foucault, 1982). Now there is a man wearing a mask and a heavy shiny black latex cat suit getting fisted in the gynaecological chair by another man in a rubber mask. They're looking into each other’s eyes and caressing each other's shiny black faces. When they are finished, they remove their hoods and joyously get into each other until again he's being fisted. Good house music is playing - I want to dance, but I have smoked too much hash and I am enjoying the view of men pushing their arms deep into other men, plus some super-skinny twink is dancing and I don’t want to encourage him. I decide to go for a walk.

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I need to piss, so go to find the pissoir, the famous structure with the mesh floor above a chamber where sometimes men wait underneath to catch the dregs of any golden showers above them. The metal walls hold in the warm wet air. The smell of piss is so strong that it opens my nostrils as I breathe in. There is no one wanting to swallow my piss this time, so I watch it drip through the grated floor onto the tiles below. I walk on until I see a hot tall German in leather chaps and a leather vest being fisted by a Turkish top who is drinking beer with his left hand while he moves his right in and out. The German wears black leather Adidas sneakers, sporty leatherwear, keeping all options open. First he is on his back with his long legs up in the frame, then he is on his knees, stretched out like a slut. His strong face is softened by a stubbly beard. I take out my cock and start stroking it while I watch. He is a good looking man, and his expressions are fascinating. He watches me between groans of intense painful pleasure that force his eyes shut. I come closer, and when the Turkish man takes his hand out and leaves, the German pulls me closer and starts sucking my cock, his face vanished in the shadows. I get fully hard in his mouth but I can't see what he's doing, so I rock my hips and lose myself in the excellent music while he keeps me on edge. He then moved his arse and takes my hand and pushes it against his gaping hole. I can feel how open he was around the bearded Turk's hairy wrist. His hole is a thick, stretched rim. Inside, his bowels are soft and delicate. He is purple and swollen and sensitive but hungry to be filled again. I finger him with three fingers, feeling the stretched folds of his arse. He indicates he wants more, and pours lube over my hand and wrist. I push all of my fingers inside him, feeling his body open up to me. He is in an inverted position. I'm plunging my hand straight down into his warm bowels, my hard cock is rubbing against his leather vest, leaving shiny streaks of precum glistening on the black, but I can't see his head or chest as he is curled up under the metal bench moaning as I rub against his prostate. He is just an arse. A beautiful, gaping arse in leather chaps that is pulsating around my wrist and drawing me back in as I pull out, opening wider and wider and taking me in, a stranger giving warmth and softness with his body. Anonymous intimacy. I push in deeper, his muscles softening and letting me further into his body until I'm past my wrist, and half way up my forearm. His sphincter is stretched but makes a seal around my arm where it starts to thicken. He is warm and soft and his body spasms around me as he has orgasm after orgasm, his colon soft but strong as it squeezes me like soft lips that stretch on forever. He cums for me and cums for me and I keep fucking him until his voice is going hoarse and his body is starting to fatigue. I slow down and stop, letting his body pulsate and come to w=rest around my hand. Every movement I make is amplified. He is twitching electrically from the pleasure he has endured. His head comes out of the darkness and he looks at me as I watch my hand come out of his body. His eyes are dreamy and half closed and his smile is relieved. I rub my fingers over him, and he starts to lose himself in the thought that I am going to fuck him again, but I stop. The Turk is standing behind me watching and drinking. I go to wash my hands. I have no idea if there is a connection between them, and no need to know. My moment has passed. I come back to the scene and the Turk is deep in him again, his arse so stretched it makes sloppy, sucking sounds as he is punch-fucked. He watches me watching him moaning. I go back to my sofa to smoke another joint. A beautiful black man walks past in a red jockstrap, the best-dressed man in the room. Soon after, a chunky young Turkish cub gets into the gynaecological chair with his arse hole at my eye height for a tall German to fist him. It's hot to watch from so close. I can see his arsehole stretch as the German coaxes him open. It is intense. He's shaking with orgasms from just his lover’s fingers, but soon works his way up to the whole hand. He squeals like a little girl in cute high-pitched noises and nervous giggles, gripping the wrist of the top as if to gain the nerve to let him all the way in. Every now and then a guttural groan is released. He relaxes and his body opens up. He lies there, spread, receptive, relaxed. And then it starts. Large hands in black latex gloves are alternating their way into his arse. I can see his pink anus stretched around the man's wrist. His balls are weighed down with a heavy steel ring. His thick cock twitches and swells as he comes through his arse over and over. Precum is hanging in long strands that glisten in the red light. Ugly men become something beautiful when they let their bodies open and they are taken over with intense pleasure. Beautiful men become ugly as they pant and beg for more pleasure, to be pushed deeper into intense sensations. Destruction and rebirth. Limits being broken, over and over. This is how we grow. The scene continues as a German man walks over to me. He is exquisite. His clear blue eyes meet mine and he squats down and leans in. "Du bist ein schönes mann," he says, and asks if I was good. I smile and he touches my beard. He walks away and I get a good look at him, his round arse framed by his leather chaps - fuck he is hot. He is wearing black leather Adidas shoes. He is the man I had fisted earlier.

I have been here for four hours and it is emptier now. Before I leave, I take one more look around the space. I am not sure when I will be back, or what I will be seeking next time I am here. A middle-aged guy who might have been Italian has been creeping around me all night, slinking by with long stares in his leathers. I see him again, still prowling. He slips over in the lube that I had seen dribbling out of the man whom I had fisted. It was time to go.

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