#sil with a different nose

[falmerbrook]

Some old Morrowind character design stuff I was doing before my hands started acting up and nuked my ability to do nice line art. I might redo these (but just headshots) now that I have a more clear picture of these characters in my head since I don't vibe with all the choices I made in these anymore. Not my best art but there's enough ok stuff in these to warrant posting I think.

(the Vivec one is here btw)

[nyadaeho]

daeho blurb 😵‍💫

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content warning; smut after the cut!! size difference, creampie, bathroom sex, pet names, slight dirty talk, (hopefully not) ooc daeho…???? this is my first time writing for him AGH!!! overall light smut after cut okok

author note; sorry if this seems rushed i have finals literally tomorrow & it is 11 at night omg babes go to bed. but daeho is on my minddd & i needed to let this blurb out i am such a whore for this man you guys don’t even know. i went pretty light on the smut (for my own sake) but i would be down to put in more effort & making this scene more detailed !!! ok enough !! enjoooyyy [-18 dni sil vous plaît >_<{

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388, the number you search for after every game. mingle was the most stressful one, with you guys being separated from all the chaos going around. with your stress, it is no surprise that you get knocked down by another player who was panicked.

he will let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he made it out alive, but without knowing that you made it out safe & sound, a piece of him feels dead. his palms are sweaty, feeling a pit in his stomach, & every bullet & cry he hears from outside of the room nauseates him.

after mingle, the two of you cling onto eachother like never before, tears streaming down your face as your nails sink into the material of his clothes.

“shh,” he attempted to console you. “you’re okay y/n, i’m here for you baby..” it broke his heart to see you crying and panicking so bad, which later on motivates him to switch to the “x” side.

once it was lights out, he would quietly make his way over to the bed that you were laying down on. he knows you so well, that he already knew you were struggling to sleep. how could you in a time like this? you were greeted with an arm wrapped around your waist, not being startled because you recognized his rather large arm. his presence soothed you, allowing you to eventually fall asleep peacefully.

kang dae-ho, who goes to the bathroom the same time that you do for a nice makeout session. with all the stress you two have built up, & having no privacy whatsoever, it is only reasonable that you two had a little bit of fun.

“can i..” he mutters, his index finger tugging at your panties. once he gets the okay, he quickly pulls them down, placing his large hands on your waist and picking you up, gently pressing your back against the wall as your legs wrap around his back.

“need y’so bad, dae-ho..” you cry out, panting as you watch him struggle to pull his pants down with just one hand, not wanting to let go of you.

“i gotcha, lovely.” he responds to your cry, gently lowering you onto his cock, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels you tighten around him. it was like all the stress washed off his shoulders, you’re exactly what he needed. you look straight at him in desperation, and can tell that this is something he desired for so long.

he dug his lower face into your neck, picking up the pace as breathy moans came out of his mouth. “missed this pussy so much..” he confessed, a slight groan escaping his lips as you bite into his shoulder, trying not to make more noise than the two of you already have. clapping and wet squelching echoed around the room, but the two of you couldn’t control it. this was therapy.

“gonna cum..” he moans out, raising his hand to your face and making you look at him, then pressing his nose against yours and looking down at the mess he’s making. daeho absolutely adored watching your slick drip down from your pretty cunt, coating his shaft then slowly making its way down the floor.

“can i .. inside ..?” he asks, to which you give a nod of approval as a response. after two, three — four thrusts, he lets out a small grunt, filling your tight little pussy with his cum. he makes sure to fill you up, so much to the point that he can see his cum leak down his own cock despite not pulling out just yet.

once he was done filling you up, he carefully puts you down, & then gets startled by one of the guards knocking on the door, asking for the two of you to hurry up. he quickly pulls up his pants & looks over at you, planting kisses all over your face, & one even longer on your forehead. “let’s get you cleaned up in the morning baby, we should get out of here ‘fore they kill us..” he chuckled softly..

you hit daeho’s arm, causing him to let out a little “ouch.”

“don’t joke like that, seriously.” you say, grabbing his wrist and walking the two of you out of the bathroom.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡Gone But Here All The Same｡⋆.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

Being a military wife could be quite lonesome especially being a military wife to a ghost but he knows exactly what you need to make you feel less alone

Warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation (m&f), some reference to death and PTSD but not really, dom!Simon, sex toys, bit of voice kink, size kink

WC: 1.7k

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Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

You knew what you were getting into when you married Simon. He was a member of the special forces who technically didn’t exist- you were used to the long months when he was shipped off, the anxiety that John Price would show up on your doorstep with a frown and a letter from the military, the anger and the fear that your husband carried on his chest every moment of the day.

You knew all of this and yet you still married him because he was the best thing to ever happen to you and besides that, he was the best lay you ever had.

Simon had ruined you for any other man (and toy) the moment that his thick fingers slipped between your soft thighs and into your panties under the bar table on your third date. He drove you insane with the smallest of touches, playing with your body with a finesse that only a seasoned soldier could.

You constantly ached for him, feeling so hollow without his thick cock stretching you to your absolute limit. Sure the reunion sex was absolutely mind-blowing every time he came home but with Simon leaving for sometimes months at a time, your need for any sort of pleasure drove you insane.

But luckily, he was going to call you today.

Simon called when he could, usually it was from a private number or some foreign phone, a different number every time. He had created a system with you, he would always call on the 13th of every month and if he missed it, he would call you on the 23rd. 

You sat on your shared bed, staring intently at your phone. The minutes ticked by at a snail's pace as the sun cast a warm orange glow over the large bedroom. You sighed when the clock hit 8, you doubted that he would call today.

A groan slipped from your lips as you rocked forward to slip from the bed, but just then the phone screen lit up, displaying a cute photo of you and Simon on your honeymoon as a random number rolled across the top. You snatched it up and quickly answered.

“Simon.” You breathed, relief flooding your body. His chuckle crackled through your phone’s speaker.

“Hello to you too bunny.” Your smile grew even wider if that was at all possible. He only ever called you bunny when he was in a good mood. You flopped back against the mountain of pillows propped against the headboard, keeping your phone as close as you could in lieu of your husband’s massive body.

“Are you coming home soon?” You tugged the collar of the shirt you were wearing up to your nose, inhaling the fading scent of his cologne.

He was silent for a moment. “No, not yet love.” ‘Love’, that’s what he called you when he was trying to let you down easy. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he quickly spoke again. “I do have a present for you bunny.” He purred, his voice dropping down an octave to that deep baritone that haunted your wet dreams.

“But nothing was delivered to the house?” 

“Oh bunny.” He said mockingly. “Your present is already in the house. How ‘bout you check my nightstand.” You practically dove over to his side of the bed in your excitement, Simon’s broken laughter following after you.

The drawer slid open and you gasped. Sitting on top of one of his many spare balaclavas and a book he was in the middle of reading was an enormous dildo. There was a suction cup on the bottom where the balls should have been and with a little bow sitting on the head, it made you laugh a little under your breath. “Got it?” 

Simon’s voice broke you out of your trance. You snatched up the toy and gasped at the weight of it. “Simon what is this?” You settled back into your original spot, your fingers flexing around the purple silicon almost unconsciously.

“I would think you know what it is considering how often you beg for it.” He said right as your middle finger brushed against an incredibly life-like vein towards the base of the fake cock, a vein you knew very well.

“Is this- is this your cock?” Molten heat pooled between your thighs as you held the toy even tighter, now realising that you were indeed holding a replica of your husband’s generous gift. Already you were using your free hand to pull your soaked panties down your legs.

“Damn right it is. You think I would let another cock near you?” He snarled, sending another wave of arousal right to your core. You moaned softly into the air as your fingers brushed against your aching clit, smearing your wetness over the sedative bundle of nerves. “Oh you like that don’t you.”

“Si.” His groan echoed through the room and you could faintly hear the sound of a zipper.

“Go on bunny, get that cunt nice and stretched for my cock.” You were dripping onto the comforter beneath you, desperately eager to follow each and every one of his orders. Excitement began to curl in your stomach as two of your fingers easily slipped into your cunt. It wasn’t nearly enough for you, your fingers weren’t as thick or as long as your husband’s but they were warming you up well enough.

“Can I put it in now?” You pleaded into your phone, needing your husband’s cock nestled inside you once more, even if it was only a replica. He let out a sniffled groan and you could just picture the way he was biting his lip to keep his voice down, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the base of his dick to stave off his end. He always got noisy when he was about to cum.

“I don’t think your little cunt can handle it.” He managed to get out through clenched teeth. You nodded frantically. “Words bunny.” He snarled, briefly jolting you from your haze.

“Yes Si, can handle you. Always do.” Your other hand practically flew between your thighs, the toy gripped so tightly you could feel the silicon give under the tension. The cold tip bumped against your hot skin as you notched it at your entrance. 

Your cunt burned as it finally breached you, dousing the ache in your belly. You whined with pain and Simon moaned. It was no secret that he loved the size difference between you both, he revealed in the way you cried when he fucked you, his massive cock stirring up your guts in the most deliciously painful way.

You could barely breathe as you reached the halfway mark. “So big.” Your back arched and you forced another inch inside you. A wet slapping came through your phone’s speakers along with Simon’s muffled breaths.

An image of him flashed behind your eyes- fully dressed in dark clothes but with his fly open and his thick cargo pants shuffled down his hips just enough for his cock to be free. The ridged lines of his skull mask would hide the way his lips twitched as he got lost in the feel of his gloved fist around his aching length. 

You cried out as you finally reached the hilt of the dildo, finally you were full of him once more. “Simon, you feel so good.” You pulled the toy out only a few centimetres before pushing it back in and sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. 

“Fuck bunny, keep talking.” He ground out as the wet sounds on his end picked up the pace.

“I can feel you in my belly, so big. Stretching me out.” Your hand began to move faster. It wasn’t the same as when your husband fucked you, you couldn’t feel his weight keeping you picked to the mattress or the way his cock would throb and twitch within you but the sound of his voice right next to your ear was all the same. 

His groan resonated through your chest, lighting your nerves up with that familiar fire. “Take that fucking cock, bunny, be a good girl and fuck yourself on it. Let me hear you cum for me.” 

You thrashed on top of the bed, hips rolling down to meet your hand with each thrust. “Simon!” You clumsily strummed your clit with your other hand so wishing for the rough fingertips of your husband instead. “‘M close.” You mewled.

“Cum.” The connection crackled with the depth of his voice but the effect was still the same. Your body seized suddenly as your jaw dropped in a silent scream. Pleasure rippled through you like a tidal wave, both easing and fuelling your lust. 

As soon as your breath returned to your lungs, you chanted his name over and over again as you rode out your high. “That’s it, good bunny.” Simon cooed, his breath hitching as he thrust into his fist with an added fervour. You were delirious with ecstasy, the toy inside of you now only keeping you full while your orgasm began to fade.

“Simon. Need your cum.” You begged softly into the phone. “Please Simon. Need it so bad.” He gasped and then moaned deep in his chest. 

“Shit.” He said breathlessly after a moment. “Shoulda brought a towel with me.” He grumbled and you laughed.

As gently as you could, you eased the dildo from your cunt. You winced at the stretch, now feeling sore and satisfied for the first time in two months. “How much longer do you have left on the call?” There was a grunt and then the sound of a zipper.

“Not long.” You sighed and relaxed back into the pillows. Simon always got quiet after sex, his pillow talk was practically non-existent.

“I love you.” There was a beat and then.

“Go take a shower and have a snack. Don’t forget water.” He never said it back but you felt it all the same. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

There was muffled shouting in the background and he sighed. “Stay safe out there. Don’t worry about me.” Your fingers curled around your phone and tucked it closer to your body.

“Always do bunny.” He replied simply. “Always do.” 

You held onto the device long after he finally hung up. It was hard being Simon’s wife but it was also the easiest thing in the world because you knew that he would always be right there, even when he was thousands of miles away.

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[ayyy-pee]

Can we get some Nanami fluff where he’s caring for reader on her period?

hi bby!!! i am SO LATE with this one and it ended up being super different than what i first imagined it being lol but i felt like it fit the vibe of SIL so here we are with yet another Strangers in Love bit LOL (click the link if you haven't read SIL yet!)

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: Just a little drabble about how Nanami cares for SIL reader on her period...

Genre: Divorced to Lovers AU

What was it you had asked for again?

Nanami stands in the female hygiene product aisle at the drugstore, arms full of various items that he thinks may be beneficial for you. The confident air he exuded when he’d first entered the store has long faded and has been replaced with nothing but nerves. Nanami ticks off the boxes in his mental checklist, because it’s been so long since he’s had to do this for you, or any woman really, that he’s completely second guessing himself.

“Heating pad…” he murmurs under his breath. “Painkillers…chocolates…or does she prefer gummy worms now? Hmm…”

The large variety of products has his head spinning and he’s embarrassed to admit that he’s been standing in this aisle for far longer than he had intended. This is definitely not how he planned his day to go. 

Earlier That Day…

Nanami’s eyes watch the minute hand tick by on his wristwatch. It’s early Friday morning, and he should have left for work by now. But you haven’t gotten up yet, breaking the routine you two have picked back up on after all these years apart. It doesn't matter what day it is, or what time it is, if you're staying over at each other's places, you're up to say goodbye to one another. So you still being asleep is throwing Nanami off. Not that you can’t sleep in from time to time, but you just…don’t usually. 

And honestly, he doesn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to you. 

He can’t bear to mess this up again when your relationship has been going so well since dating again.

So instead, Nanami sets his briefcase down in your foyer and heads to your bedroom. When he opens the door, he’s met with darkness and silence. He can just barely make out your form beneath the blankets. You must be exhausted to be sleeping in and Nanami does not want to disturb you, so he quietly moves to close your door so he can head out. He’ll simply send you a text that he left while you were sleeping. That way it doesn’t seem as though he left without taking you into consideration.

The door is less than an inch from closing when Nanami thinks he hears something, the noise so hushed he almost misses it. He pauses, gives it a few seconds, and just before he moves to close the door again, he hears it once more. There’s no mistaking it, the quiet little sniffle coming from inside the bedroom, followed by an even quieter sob.

He’s moving before he realizes it. Nanami kneels beside your bed, gently peeling the blankets back and although he can’t see you in the dim early lighting, Nanami just knows. You’re crying. For what reason, he doesn’t know. But it kills him all the same.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks gently, a hand coming to caress your wet cheek. “Are you okay?”

His question makes you openly cry now, the tears flowing freely as Nanami quickly shuffles to the other side of your bed to lie with you, not caring that he’s ruining his suit as he scoots to hold you. His front presses against your back, large palm coming down to press against your stomach, and for some reason you sigh as though the warmth and pressure from his hand gives you some sort of relief.

Nanami nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. “Talk to me, love. What’s the matter?”

It takes you a moment, but when you finally speak, your voice comes out strained and tired. “Ugh…I started my period and I’m so damn miserable…” you groan, sniffling. “I think I’m dying…I need to run to the store but–”

“What do you need? I’ll go for you,” Nanami volunteers immediately. The last thing he wants is for you to go out in this condition. “I think I remember the products you use…”

You make a noise that sounds like a mixture of a laugh and a hiss of pain before you sigh out, “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you remember or I don’t know…disturbed? Are you that obsessed with me?”

“Yes,” he answers, instantly. He nuzzles further into you if possible. “I still remember the first time I ran to the convenience store to buy you products back in college. And the time I had to give you an extra pair of pants when you’d started your cycle unexpectedly, and–”

“Kennnnn,” you whine. “You’re so sweet and so strange. Why do you remember that?”

Nanami chuckles, softly rubbing his hand in soothing circles against your lower abdomen. “It’s not meant to be weird, but I remember these were big moments in our relationship. What I mean is, I want to take care of you.”

“What about work? You’ll be late…”

“I’m not going. You need me here.”

You curl into a ball before him and just a few seconds pass before he feels your body shaking, wracked with sobs. “Stop saying sweet things to meeeee,” you whine. “I love you so muuuuch.”

“Okay…okay,” he agrees. “I’m heading to the store, then. I’ll get you what you need, but if you think of anything else, just message me.” He kisses the top of your head, slowly peeling himself away from you, though he wants to stay in bed for as long as you’re there. But Nanami knows you need these essentials so that you’re comfortable. He’ll make the trip as quick as possible.

Currently…

This trip was not as quick as possible. His brown eyes stare at the selection before him. Did you use winged pads? Non-winged? Scented or not? Heavy flow or light flow? Or maybe you had grown to prefer tampons? Or…what the hell is a diva cup?

“Sir?” A soft voice calls out to him. Nanami turns his head to see a store attendant, an elderly woman, gazing softly at him. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles. “I’ve passed by this aisle a few times now and you’re still here. Did you need some assistance?”

Well, this is beyond embarrassing. All that talk of remembering your preferences, being obsessed with you (not a lie), and recalling memories that made you feel confident enough in sending him out alone into the world to bring you back something useful. All that, just for Nanami to get to the store, standing in a wrinkled business suit, and having absolutely no clue what he’s looking at.

Not only that, but some poor old woman is now taking pity on him and offering her services. He wants to take her up on her offer, but he also stubbornly wants to prove to himself that he can take care of you. But while he’s being stubborn, you’re suffering and that is something Nanami can’t stand to let continue.

He gives the woman a tight smile. “Actually, if you could–”

His phone buzzing in his pocket cuts him off. He mutters an “excuse me” and he finds himself dropping whatever is in his arms to answer. Only one person would call him this early in the morning. He answers without question, mouthing an apology to the attendant who waits patiently.

“My love,” he answers, brows furrowing when he hears your giggles on the other end of the line. Much different than what he expected seeing as he left you in a puddle of your own tears before going to the store.

“How long have you been standing around at the store?” You ask teasingly, and Nanami purses his lips together.

“I’ll have you know that…” he sighs in defeat. There’s no point in denying it. “It hasn’t been that long.”

Your laughter rings through and Nanami can’t help the wide grin on his face. The attendant clears her throat politely, reminding him that she’s still waiting. He covers the receiver on his phone. “Thank you so much for your help. My wife is going to take it from here.”

The woman nods, making her way out of the aisle and Nanami resumes his call with you.

“You called me your wife…” you breathe softly. 

Nanami feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. It was just a habit that he supposes never died. He opens his mouth to apologize, but your giggles surprise him. He expected discomfort, maybe anger given your history, but you don’t seem to feel either of those things. You simply brush it off and keep talking.

“Okay, so, here’s what I need–”

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“It smells so good in here, Kento.” Your sweet voice carries through the kitchen, arms looping around Nanami’s torso from behind. The sun is slowly beginning to set now, casting a warm glow through the kitchen windows as Nanami finishes up dinner. You’ve been resting on the sofa most of the day with your heating pad and whatever strange snacks you’ve been craving. Your pain has finally eased up and Nanami feels like he can breathe easier now that your face isn’t constantly contorted from your cramps. It’s been nice to let you just sit around. He’s simply been helping around your apartment with taking care of some household chores while you recover.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, stirring one last time before tasting the soup he’s thrown together. He makes a mental note to pick up some groceries for you so that there’s a better selection of ingredients for him to choose from for the next meal.

“So much better. Thank you so much for everything today, Kento.”

Nanami switches the stove off, spinning around in your embrace and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Of course. I’m just happy I was here to help.”

You smile shyly, and it’s Nanami’s favorite of all your expressions. “Me too,” you tell him. You lay your head against his chest, sighing contently as you murmur something that sends his heart into full on overdrive... 

“You should move in.”

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

The Guy Who Always Wore Blue

Jason Todd is finally settling in at the manor, but no one bothered to tell him about the stranger who seems to think the Wayne residence is public property.

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Jason has been Robin for three months when he first sees the guy. The guy with the effortless beach waves. The guy with the thrift store backpack. The guy with the perpetual frown.

Of course, Jason doesn't know that the guy has any of these features at first. All he knows is that some dark shadow is taking up space on his favorite couch in the living room.

Heart in his throat, Jason flings two batarangs at the mystery figure hiding in the dark. It's panic, more than anything else. Maybe a bit of paranoia from listening to Batman for too long. But what Jason really knows is that Batman is still out on patrol, and Alfred is in the Cave, so whoever the shadow is, they're trespassing.

Faster than Jason can blink, the shadow reacts, throwing up their cape - or maybe it’s just a blanket? - to deflect the projectiles. Then they groan, stand up, and flip the light switch on.

“Who the hell are you?” Jason growls, winding back a batarang threateningly.

The man (or maybe teenager?) blinks at him, entirely unphased. His dark hair is mussed from sleep, and his jeans and biker jacket are still speckled with raindrops. He takes one look at Jason before sneering. “Oh. It’s you.”

Jason raises an eyebrow. “And who are you?”

Instead of answering, the guy grabs his backpack and heads for the side exit.

“Wait!” Jason hurries after him. “You can’t just break in here and then leave! We’re not done talking!”

“I am,” the man says dismissively, throwing the door open and stepping out onto the patio. “Do me a favor: don’t tell Bruce I was here. Not that he would care.”

“Wh-?” But the door slams in Jason’s face, and he’s left staring at the door’s intricate mahogany carvings.

Jason tells Bruce later, if only to spite the man who broke in. But Bruce doesn’t get upset the way Jason thinks he will.

“Oh,” Bruce replies in a small voice. He stares at the wall for a moment. “I see.” And then he retreats to the Cave for the remainder of the day.

---

Jason meets the guy again two months later. The guy with the cool motorcycle. The guy who walks into every room like he owns it. The guy with a never-ending supply of blue t-shirts.

But it’s different this time. This time, the guy isn’t sleeping on a couch. This time, Jason hears him before anything else.

“It’s not about that, Bruce! It’s never been about that!”

Jason jumps up from his spot in front of the Batcomputer, rushing over to the garage. He isn’t sure why this guy is hassling Bruce or how he snuck into the manor and found his way to the Cave, but Jason is putting a stop to it. Now.

“Please, tell me again how I failed you!” Bruce shouts back. “Remind me how saving you from that detention center ruined your life!”

“You can’t keep holding that over my head, B!” As Jason descends the stairs, he realizes that the strange man is nose-to-nose with Bruce, one angry finger poking Bruce’s shoulder for emphasis. “I never asked for your help! I never wanted you to bring me into this!”

“What, was I supposed to let you run into danger on your own and get yourself killed?” Bruce seethes. “Would you be happy then?”

“I was a kid, Bruce!”

“Hey!” Jason calls again, doing his best to look bigger and scarier than his five-foot-nothing frame permits. “I told you to get out of here!”

The guy snorts. “Yeah. Don’t worry. I’m done here.” He turns heel and storms over to an unfamiliar motorcycle idling beside the Batmobile.

“We are not done,” Bruce warns, but the new guy just ignores him, swinging a leg over the bike and fitting a helmet over his head.

“We’re done,” the guy repeats. Then he knocks the kickstand back and speeds up the ramp towards the exit.

Jason looks at Bruce, but Bruce just stares at the spot where the man’s motorcycle was.

“Bruce!” Jason cries. “What was that guy doing here? How did he know about the Cave? Why was-?”

Bruce silences him with one sharp hand motion. “He’s no one. Go do your homework.”

“But I already finished-”

Alfred materializes behind Jason, guiding him out of the Cave. “Let’s leave Master Bruce alone for the moment,” he says, though it’s definitely a command, not a request.

“How did he know about the Cave, Alfred?”

Alfred sighs. “That’s not for me to say.”

Jason pesters Alfred all night. He never reveals the truth. But that’s okay, because Bruce trained Jason for just such events.

It’s time to solve a mystery.

---

A week later, Jason has him figured out. The guy who knows about the Batcave. The guy who hates Bruce. The guy Bruce seems to hate just as much.

“Robin didn’t die,” Jason says at breakfast.

Bruce doesn’t react outwardly, merely glancing over his newspaper (what an old man thing to read) and setting his coffee down on the table. “What do you mean?”

But Jason is worked up about this because he had to dig for this information. Bruce didn’t want him to know, for some reason, and it feels a bit like betrayal. How can they be Batman and Robin if Bruce is keeping secrets from him?

“That was Robin,” Jason ventures. “I mean, that was the original Robin.”

Bruce sighs heavily. “Who was the original Robin?”

“That guy. The guy that yelled at you in the Cave.”

“Hm.” Bruce sips his coffee, unbothered.

“Well?”

“Interesting theory. Tell me more.” He’s challenging Jason, and it makes Jason wonder if maybe this has been a test all along.

“Everyone thought your old Robin died. He got shot by the Joker. I saw it on the news, and then no one ever saw Robin again.”

“Robin did die,” Bruce says simply, laying the newspaper down and giving Jason his attention. “How else could you be Robin?”

“I dunno,” Jason says, not liking how the questions are being turned back on him, like Bruce has no idea what happened to the old Robin. “Maybe he quit.”

Bruce pauses, lips pressed tightly together and fingers clasped. After a moment, he replies, “He didn’t quit.”

“School starts in twenty minutes,” Alfred interrupts, waving Jason over. “Brush your teeth and get your bag.”

Jason groans, but he knows better than to argue with Alfred.

---

Bruce avoids questions about the old Robin and the strange guy (the guy with blue eyes and cool black boots and a sharp, mysterious air) for another week. He changes the subject or leaves the room. Sometimes he just ignores Jason’s theories altogether. But on the plus side, Bruce has been more attentive than ever, supportive of Jason’s interests and patient when Jason messes up on patrol.

But then an opportunity to work solo (an unapproved opportunity to work solo) crops up, and who is Jason to deny justice? He follows clues to a coke lab in the Narrows, smirking as he looks through the skylight at a bunch of idiots about to get busted.

Or so he thought. The guard on the roof seems to disagree, hitting hard enough to send Jason through the glass of the skylight and into the lab. He lands on his back but quickly rolls onto his feet. Men crowd around him, each brandishing his own weapon. Nunchaku, baseball bats, knives-

THUMP.

The guard from the roof falls through the new hole in the ceiling, drawing Jason’s would-be attackers’ attention.

“Oh, man! The kid’s not alone!” one man gasps.

“It’s got to be-” But before the second man can make a guess, a costumed vigilante drops down from the roof. His suit is skin-tight and made from various shades of blue. A mask - more elaborate than Robin’s but far simpler than Batman’s cowl - is pressed to his face above a harsh frown.

“Not Batman,” the newcomer admits, but the way he says Batman makes it clear that Batman isn’t someone he’d want to be. “But let me assure you: you’d be better off if Batman came instead. Step away from the kid now, and you might leave with all your teeth.”

One particularly bold thug points at Jason accusingly. “Don’t get tough with us, dude! We’re not the one trespassing!”

“What?” Jason whirls on the man. “What are you trying to pull? Any idiot could see that this is a coke lab!”

“Oh, yeah?” another man goads. “Mind telling me where the cocaine is, then?”

The mystery vigilante steps between Jason and the thugs and tosses one of the criminals a rubber-banded roll of cash. “My friend has made a mistake,” he says apologetically. “This should more than cover the damages. We’ll be going now. Any objections?”

The criminals glance at each other, but none say a word.

“I didn’t think so,” the newcomer mutters under his breath. He grabs Jason under the arm and drags him out the front door.

“But we can’t… I mean…” Jason looks back at the thugs, some of whom smile and wave at their departure. It’s demeaning, and Jason feels every drop of embarrassment that they’re trying to evoke.

“Don’t say another word,” the vigilante growls.

Once they’re out in the streets, Jason turns on the newcomer. “What was that all about?” he demands.

“No need to thank me,” the vigilante replies, lips smiling, but his eyes don’t reflect the humor in his statement. “Just saving you from a huge mistake, shorty.”

Jason bristles. “Mistake??”

“You can’t bust someone for possession if they’re not in possession of anything.” The vigilante starts to walk off, but Jason grabs his arm.

“We didn’t even search the place!” Jason argues. “How do you know they don’t have a stash in there?”

The vigilante turns around, shaking Jason off him. “Because you can smell an active processing lab a mile off. Those guys are waiting for the raw material. My sources say that’s not due to arrive until tomorrow night. And now that you’ve spooked them, they’ll change locations.” He looks off at the skyline, as if trying to determine which building the thugs will be in tomorrow.

“What’s the big deal?” Jason insists. “We’ll just find their new place and bust them again!”

“Wrong.” The vigilante crosses his arms and sends Jason a severe glare. “I’ll find the new lab by myself. You’re going home to tell Batman how you screwed up tonight.”

“Come on,�� Jason groans. “Who even are you?”

But the vigilante shakes his head and stalks off. “No one important. Tell Bruce I said hi.”

Something cold sinks in the pit of Jason’s stomach. He’s suddenly itching to race back to the Cave, even if he’s in for the lecture of a lifetime. He can’t handle an identity breach on his own. He needs Bruce’s help. Now.

---

Bruce is no help. He isn’t even concerned. He just waves off Jason’s worries and returns to the computer. Like a mystery vigilante (the vigilante in all blue, the angry vigilante, the vigilante who hates Robin) knowing that Robin is associated with a man named Bruce isn’t a major threat to their identities.

“Why is it so important to keep our identities secret if you don’t care when they get out?” Jason demands.

“I’m…” Bruce sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m acquainted with the vigilante you met tonight. He’s known my identity for… a very long time.”

“But who is he? How does he know that? Superman doesn’t even know.”

Bruce seems to age ten years in an instant. “Not exactly.” He gestures above them. “Go finish your homework.”

“School finished last week.”

“Then go to bed,” Bruce amends, attention back on the computer.

Jason huffs but doesn’t argue. Bruce is weird sometimes, and there’s a very real possibility that this is a test. He probably wants Jason to figure out who this guy is.

So that’s exactly what Jason does.

---

“How do you know Nightwing?” Robin asks Batman as they wait through a stakeout.

Batman’s jaw tightens. “How do you know that name?”

Robin laughs under his breath. “He’s that guy from the coke lab.” (The guy with the not-too-fancy mask. The guy with the strength to throw a massive guard through a window. The guy who knows Bruce’s name.) “He’s all over the news in Blüdhaven. It’s not like he’s hiding his existence very well.” In his long day of research, Robin had found article after article about Nightwing, all accompanied by plenty of pictures. It’s like the guy was posing for them. Not only is he not hiding his existence, but he seems to be actively attracting attention.

“I see.”

“Oh, and he’s with that new vigilante group. The Titans.”

“I’m… aware.”

“So?” Robin watches Batman carefully. “How do you know him? How does he know… y’know… you? Like, you-you?”

Batman keeps his eyes on the bank below them. “What did I say about talking during stakeouts?”

“‘Only when necessary,’” Robin recites. “But-”

“But nothing.”

“C’mon. How are we supposed to be a team if you’re hiding things from me?”

“Hn.” Batman folds his arms, allowing his cape to swallow him up. “We’ve collaborated in the past. We didn’t end on good terms.”

“Oh.” It’s more than Batman has ever given him, but something about it feels dangerous. Feels wrong.

So Robin is quiet for the remainder of the stakeout.

---

Two weeks later, Robin has completely forgotten about the guy (the guy who showed up at the Cave and yelled at Bruce, the guy with a constant glare, the guy with no fear) and is starting to forget about the vigilante (the vigilante who thinks Robin is stupid, the vigilante that poses for paparazzi pictures, the vigilante named Nightwing). But then he spots something strange on patrol.

“Batman! Down there!” Robin points below into an alley. There’s a flash of movement from inside a dumpster. Someone groans, loud enough to reach Robin’s ears despite the wind rushing past.

Batman moves faster than Robin ever could, swooping down and landing silently on the dumpster lid. Robin does his best to keep up, but by the time he gets there, Batman is already dragging a body out of the dumpster.

“Whoa!” Robin shouts, expecting a cat or a rat or anything but a full-grown man.

“Batman to Cave,” Batman says, pulling the man’s arm over his shoulders. “Send the Batmobile to my location. Get the med bay prepped.”

“You or the boy, sir?” Alfred asks over comms.

“Neither.” Batman grunts, dragging the limp man along as he drops onto the pavement. “It’s Nightwing. Looks like he beat me to Penguin’s weapons deal.”

Robin does a double take, because he hadn’t even realized that this was the same guy who told him to drop the coke lab investigation. He’s bloody and unconscious and not at all the threatening figure from the week before.

“I thought you hated him,” Robin says.

The Batmobile rolls up, its back door hissing open. Batman drops Nightwing in the backseat, tapping the vigilante’s face uselessly. He gives up after a couple seconds, climbing into the driver’s seat and motioning for Robin to join.

“I thought you hated him,” Robin repeats.

“Hn.” The moment Robin clicks his seatbelt on, Batman speeds out of the alley, heading back for the Cave. “I don’t hate him.”

Robin raises an eyebrow, looking between Nightwing and Batman. “You don’t? I thought you ‘ended on bad terms?’”

“We did.” He’s being painfully vague, and Robin wishes he’d just say what he meant.

“Okay. But why are you helping him?”

“It’s…” Batman sighs, shaking his head. “Just… Just be quiet, okay? I’ll… We will discuss this later.”

And Robin is shocked into silence. Because it sounds like Batman is… bothered by something other than injustice. And Robin was under the impression that Batman didn’t get rattled. That nothing before or beyond a criminal act could bother him. So this side of Batman is… unsettling.

When they arrive at the Cave, Alfred is quick to take charge, giving orders and taking vitals and searching for hidden injuries. Robin helps a bit, but Alfred takes a long moment to look at him with… regret? Worry? Remorse?

“We have things handled here,” Alfred finally says.

And Batman cuts in to remove the vagueness of the request. “Write your patrol report. Then shower and bed.”

Normally, Robin might put up a bit of a fuss. After all, he’s a part of this team too. Batman doesn’t need to protect him, least of all from some goofy vigilante feud. But the way Batman is looking at Nightwing… The way he’s pulled the cowl down and tightens his jaw as he applies pressure to the worst wound…

It’s unsettling. And it feels like something Robin shouldn’t be present for. Like the two are far, far closer than Batman ever let on. Like…

Robin’s heart skips a beat. Does Bruce have another son?

Rather than confront the question, Robin retreats to write his report. He can’t think about this right now.

---

Jason wakes up with his face pressed against the Batcomputer’s keyboard and a blanket draped over his shoulders. He sits up groggily, noting that his patrol report is now seven hundred pages long, most of which consist of nothing but the letter “f.” It makes him wonder just how long he’s been asleep, but then an infinitely more interesting question strikes his mind:

What happened to Nightwing?

But a quick jog to the med bay reveals that Nightwing isn’t even here anymore. The guy in the blue suit is gone. But who is curled up on the first cot in the bay?

The guy. The guy with the motorcycle and the boots and the hair. The guy Bruce pretends not to know about. The guy who was probably the other Robin. The guy who is now obviously Nightwing.

Jason knows the med bay protocol. He knows that he’s not supposed to bother people without Alfred’s permission. And bothering people who are asleep? Well, that’ll land you washing dishes for the next month.

But Alfred isn’t here, and Bruce seems to hate (maybe?) Nightwing enough that he’d take Jason’s side on this.

“Hey. Wake up.” Jason shakes the guy’s shoulder harder than necessary.

The guy opens bleary, glassy eyes, eyebrows lowered. “Oh, god,” he groans. “It’s you.”

“You keep saying that. You don’t even know me.”

A half-dry, half-crazed laugh escapes the guy’s lips. “I know way more about you than I want to. Now get out of my face.”

Jason doesn’t back down. “What’s your deal? You’re awful snotty for the guy who would’ve died if I hadn’t spotted you last night.”

The guy presses one palm to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t need this.”

“Why are you such an ass? I didn’t do anything to you!”

And that was the wrong thing to say. The guy’s eyes snap open, his loathing hitting Jason with the intensity of a pressure washer. “You took my life,” he sneers. “I spent ten years following his orders, and all I got was a grunt. You spend ten minutes in the manor, and he adopts you and gives away my-” He takes a second, one arm wrapping around his injured ribs. He takes a few semi-deep breaths, stares longingly at the ceiling, and then looks at Jason. His eyes are broken.

Jason’s theory is proven. This is the old Robin. Nightwing is the old Robin. But now for the real question: who’s this guy? Why hasn’t Jason heard of him before?

“I’m… I’m sorry,” the guy whispers, like saying it louder would make the humiliation worse. “This is… I’m not…” He grits his teeth and takes another slow breath. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” It sounds physically painful for him to admit this, but that might just be the broken ribs talking.

Hesitantly, arguably inadvisably, Jason sits on the edge of the cot. “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what he’s sorry for, but something about this… Even if the guy says he didn’t do anything wrong, he feels like he has. Robin was his life. And Jason had assumed Robin was dead, so he gladly took over. He enjoyed the benefits of Robin when the… the original Robin was missing every second of it.

The guy coughs, winces, and sighs. “No. No, you don’t need to-” He shakes his head. “It’s not your…” Another sigh. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Jason Todd,” Jason replies. “What’s yours?”

“Dick Grayson.”

“Bruce never mentioned you.” As soon as Jason says it, he wishes he could take it back. But the guy - Dick - doesn’t seem all that bothered by it.

“Yeah. Figures. He let you think I was dead?”

“Well… Robin, anyway. I didn’t know you were even a real person. I guess I… I didn’t really think about it.” And then he feels guilty all over again. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

“No,” Dick says immediately, the word sharp and unflinching. “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I’m the reason you’re mad at Bruce, right? You’re mad he replaced you with me.”

“Among other things,” Dick mutters. But then he waves Jason’s concerns away. “I’m mad at what he did. You’re not… I mean, I’m not thrilled to see someone else… Whatever. I don’t hate you. Anymore.”

“Oh.” Jason stares at his hands.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. This is… It wasn’t okay.”

“It’s whatever,” Jason says dismissively. He’s not a baby. He’s Robin. He doesn’t need to be coddled or apologized to. He’s a warrior.

Dick watches him for a moment before swinging his legs over the side of the cot. “D’you know where Alfred put my shoes?”

“Um, no. But should you really be-?”

But Dick ignores his concern, limping across the med bay to the neatly-folded pile of clothes on a side table. He pulls the boots on without unlacing them and throws the jacket over his t-shirt.

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

Dick slides down the railing to the Cave’s garage, and Jason is left running after him.

“Hey, you can’t just-!”

“Chill,” Dick says, digging a Batburger receipt and a pen from his pocket and scribbling down a phone number. Then he hands the receipt to Jason. “If you need anything, call me. Especially if Bruce is being an asshole. I know how he can get.”

And before Jason can reply, Dick has stolen the Batcycle and is zipping out of the Cave with a lazy hand up in goodbye.

So. Dick Grayson. Nightwing. The first Robin. The guy who hates Bruce and is kind of a jerk. But he’s also… He might be a pretty cool big brother. With time.

And Jason is willing to give it time.

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 24

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Masterlist

We are gonna have to cancel our weekend plans 😔

Why? What happened?

I've caught the worst cold known in human history

It can't be that bad, Val 😂😂

It is. I can't remember how it felt to breathe through my nose 😔

😂😂😂

Don't make fun of me, Pedro.  I'm sick 😭😭

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Do you want me to go and give you cuddles?

And risk getting you sick? No way

If I'm sick I can't play, and you always say that's good because without me Barça are shit and they lose all their games

Yes, that's true. But this cold is the worst thing ever and I don't want you having to suffer it too

Awww Val 🥺🥺🥺🥺

That's so nice of you

I am a nice woman

Sometimes you are, yes 😊

I always am nice, Pedro 😒

Beg to differ 😂

Idiot 😒

Still love you, tho 🤍

Try to fix it now 😒

Can I do anything to make you feel better? 

Stop calling me mean, for example 🙄

But I love it when you are mean 😏

You are so weird

Yet you love me 🥰

I sadly do, yes 🙄

Are you sure you are sick? You don't sound like it 😂 

🖕🏻

Unless being sick makes you be meaner

🖕🏻🖕🏻

Val, stop, you are turning me on 🥵

🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

🥵🥵🥵

Idiot 🙄

I'm stopping now, I promise 😂 

But if you miss me too much, remember you still have the blanket and the pillow with my face on them 

If you aren't already using them, of course 😏

🖕🏻

I love you, Val. Get well soon 🤍

Yeah, love you too 🙄

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Val, are you sure you are ok?" Silvia asks me.

"I am. I may not be able to breathe and all my joints hurt as if I've run a marathon, but I'm fine. Go and have fun."

"Ok… But if you start feeling worse, will you call someone?"

"I will, don't worry. Now leave" I say, moving my arm. Or trying to.

"Alright. Good."

"Silvia, go."

"I'm going, I'm going. I just hate seeing you like this."

"I'll survive. Now go."

"Ok. Try to rest, Val" she says, patting my head. "And maybe wash your hair."

"Yeah, yeah."

Five minutes later, someone rings the bell.

"Urgh" I groan, getting up from the sofa. "What did you forget now, Sil… Rosy!" I gasp when I see the person standing in front of me.

"Hello, Val" Pedri's mum smiles.

"What… what are you doing here?"

"I had plans to come visit next weekend, but Pedri told me you were sick, and I decided to come early and take care of you."

"That's… I mean…"

"He said you were struggling, that it was a really bad cold. When you are that sick you need to be pampered, and there is nothing like a mother for that. And since things with yours aren't the best right now…"

"Yeah…" 

"She'll come around, you'll see" Rosy smiles. "Anyway, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Don't worry. This is for you" she says, showing me the huge bouquet of flowers she was carrying. "I guess you know who sent them."

"I do, yes" I chuckle.

"Who knew my son had such good taste, uh? He had never sent me flowers until he met you."

"Really?" 

"Yep. You've brought up the best in him, Val. I already told you."

"I… I…" I mumble, my cheeks on fire. Though maybe that's my fever coming back.

"Now, why don't you sit down while I put these on water? You need to rest."

"Yes, of course."

"I'm also going to make you some lunch, you've probably been eating really bad."

"There is no need, Rosy."

"I insist" she says. "I've come here to take care of you, and that includes feeding you. And I'm also going to make you some homemade remedies that I know will help with that cold."

"You are too kind" I say with a shy smile.

"Anything for you, Val" she replies, taking my hand on hers. "You are my son's girlfriend, the woman he loves the most. Well, the one he loves the most after me, of course" she laughs. "You are family."

"Thank you." Don't cry, Valeria. Don't cry.

"So go lay down on the sofa and don't worry about anything else, ok?"

"Ok" I nod.

"And oh, wait" she says, taking a box from the bag she is carrying. "He also gave me this for you. He said it would hopefully make you feel better."

"Thank you" I smile, taking it and sitting down while she starts rummaging around the kitchen.

The box is just one of the hundreds of Adidas boxes Pedri has around the house, but he's written my name on it and drawn hearts all around it. 

When I open it, it is full of my favourite chocolates and sweets. From kinder eggs to Mars bars and gummy bears. And under all that, there is a small photo album, P⁠♡V written on the cover. 

"So cheesy" I chuckle.

Inside it, on the first page, there is a note. 

You already know 14 is our number. And not because your team has 14 Champions League trophies. 14 is our number because that's the day we met. The day I met the woman of my dreams. And on this little album, I've put 14 of the many reasons why I love you and 14 photos of us together. From our first selfie together on my beach, that now is ours, to the last one the other day being silly when we were stuck in traffic. I hope they make you feel better and as if I'm there with you, taking care of you. My mum's cooking is good too, but nothing like your favourite kid 😉 Get well soon, Val. I love you 🤍

"Val, do you have a… Oh my God, Valeria. Are you ok? Why are you crying?" Rosy says, sitting next to me.

"Did you know that your son is the cutest human being the world has ever seen?"

"I knew he was cute, but that cute…" she laughs. "Did he make that for you?" she asks, nodding towards the photo album.

"He did. He put photos of us together and wrote under each one a reason why he loves me."

"Aww, that is cute. Very romantic."

"And cheesy" I chuckle. "But I love it. And him. I love him so much…"

"Oh, come here" Rosy says, hugging me while I start to cry. "He also loves you very much, you know?"

"That's what he says."

"And he doesn't lie. I'm his mother, I know him better than anyone. And I also know he couldn't have chosen a better person to spend his life with."

"Even if I'm older than him?" I say, moving to look at her.

"Even so" she replies, wiping away some of my tears. 

"I wish my mum would understand it the way you do. Because this is real. My feelings for Pedri are very real. You say I bring up the best in him, but he does the same with me. Never in my life have I felt more me than I do now, and it's all thanks to him. He has helped me find my true self, to be completely happy with who I am and my life. But my mum only sees the age gap and that he is a football player, though she didn't mind that when she thought I was dating Ferran. She doesn't see that I am the happiest I've ever been."

"But she will. She just needs time."

"That's what Pedri told me after that disaster of first lunch we had together, but... We've never had a good relationship, you know? I've always felt like she blames me for ruining her life."

"Oh, Val. Don't say that."

"But it's true. My dad left her the moment he found out she was pregnant and we've never heard about him again. She had to give up on her dreams and her career to raise me."

"And I'm sure that if I asked her, she would tell me that you've been the best thing that has ever happened to her and that she would do it all over again."

"I don't know…" I sigh.

"She would, Val. Because she's raised an amazing woman, one to be very proud of."

"You are gonna make me cry again" I chuckle.

"And I may cry with you too" Rosy laughs. "But you need to be patient with her, Val. You know this relationship isn't what people are used to."

"If I was dating a man 10 years older, they would not judge me this much."

"Oh, they would. But not for the same reasons."

"Yeah, true" I chuckle. 

"She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you know you will always have me."

"Thank you, Rosy" I sob.

"You're welcome" she says, hugging me again. "And since I'm gonna be something like your mother… You could do with a shower, Valeria."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Silvia said that I should probably wash my hair, but I've been feeling so poorly that…"

"It's ok, don't worry" Rosy chuckles. "I've smelt worse, I have two boys, remember? But why don't you shower while I finish making your lunch?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perfect" she smiles. "Also, do you have a squeezer? That's what I wanted to ask you earlier."

"Yes, on the cupboard on top of the fridge. We don't use it that much."

"Once you've tried my magical remedy for colds you will, you'll see" she winks, her gesture reminding me of Pedri. 

"Thank you, Rosy."

"What for?"

For coming today. For taking care of me. For raising that amazing son of yours. 

"Just… everything" I shrug.

"Well, you are very welcome" she smiles. "Now go shower."

"Yes, of course" I smile back before going into the bathroom. 

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 14 "In Confidence"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

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To read Chapter 13:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753775679134466048/vagabonds-chapter-13-precious-cargo?source=share

Word Count: 958

Background: Mad is awake, but harbors another secret. Sil befriends Echo and reveals his own dark past.

Been trying to get these chapters out quickly, but having the Writer's Block in the middle portion of this fan fic.

This was a VERY HEAVY chapter to write. It is brief in it's depiction of what happened to Sil. But, I wanted to have him and Echo discuss their shared trauma, but in a way that was not too heavy, but somewhat realistic without being graphic.

Warning: Discussion in hinted terms regarding sexual abuse. Nothing specific is mentioned.

*Since the Nomaadi are from all over the galaxy (and possibly beyond) their language is a patchwork of words from many different planets and systems. I have used two words from different Earth cultures as their language (some Nomadic people on Earth do this too) and created a pidgin language. Hopefully I have not offended anyone. Please personal message me if you want to discuss this. Thanks.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

“Hunter, Echo and I can do some digging on our comm channels. However, before we do, I should remove both of your catheter’s.” Tech pointed toward Mad. 

“Everyone out.” Mad motioned with her hand.  

“WHAAT? Thought you were ok about ‘Body Stuff’” Wrecker sassed Mad. 

Echo shook his head, ushering Omega, Sil, and Love out of the room. 

“You REALLY wanna see Tech pull a urinary catheter out of my bladder, big boy?” Mad sassed back. 

Wrecker visibly shuddered. She got him. “Oof...no.” He left the room. 

Hunter grabbed Mad’s hand and squeezed.  

Would he and his siblings have been happier on Ord Mantell still running jobs for Cid?  

No. THIS is where WE need to be right now! 

It was an uncertain journey so far, but Hunter was willing to see it through. 

"In Confidence"

“There, all done.” Tech picked up his med kit, attempting to exit. 

“Tech?” Mad called out. 

Tech turned to face her.  She had noticed his bruised nose and eyes... 

“I'm so sorry for hurting you.” 

“Please do not fret.  I will heal quickly, as always.  Besides, I am grateful to have witnessed your Force bond with Tiggy.” 

Mad was mildly shocked.  “The Pot Roast?  The thing bred for consumption instead of intelligence???” 

“Tiggy is QUITE intelligent...in her own way.  Not EVERY life form is lucky enough to be specifically designed as genetically superior.”   

Mad noticed Tech’s slightly smug expression, then changed the subject.  “When you and Hunter are...free, I would like to go over the list of repairs to the Beldame with you.  Some upgrades, and I have ideas for...extra modifications as well.” 

“What IS the status of my ship?” 

“We were able to get life support online.  But no propulsion, shield, gunnery, sensors, communications...basically the Beldame is a livable space only, not specifically an operational starship.  Currently, the Marauder is perched atop the ‘Dame and we are hiding out in a seldom used hyperspace lane until we can get your ship back online.” 

“WE owe you and your brothers a huge debt of gratitude...and quite a few credits.”  Mad smiled.  “Thanks, Pal.”

Tech silently nodded and left the aft section of the Marauder. 

Mad sighed “The explosion REALLY did a number on the ‘Dame.  Not that I’m ungrateful...but Love’s Force powers have gotten crazy strong...” 

“REALLY helpful in the moment, though” Hunter added. 

“THIS time.  Hunter, Love can barely control their abilities.  I’m concerned when the time comes, and they can’t.  Who's going to get hurt?  How long before someone figures out, we basically have a teenage Force weapon?” 

Hunter chuckled “Good luck to the Empire trying to catch your kiddo!” 

Mad silently gave Hunter a haunted look.  He picked up something deeper in her expression.  Some unspoken fear he couldn’t guess at and opened his mouth to ask... 

Mad’s belly growled LOUDLY!  “Oof” She rubbed her abdomen, changing the subject.  “Real strong hunger pains there.” 

“Been a few days since you had solid food.”  Hunter handed Mad a fresh change of clothes to dress. 

"Hungry enough to eat a Bantha!” 

Hunter didn’t push for more information.  Mad had been through enough already.  He felt assured when she was comfortable, Mad would confide her fears in him. 

Sil sipped from the handmade mug full of caf listening quietly to Echo speak.  

“Not been easy, but every day is a new opportunity for healing.  A little bit at a time.”  Echo finished his statement while putting his prosthetic leg back on. 

Since the Marauder had embarked with the Beldame, Echo and Sil had become fast friends.  Sil felt drawn to this “Machine more than man.”  Tech had introduced Echo as such, but Sil reacted by exclaiming Echo was not a droid, but in fact a heavily augmented human...it seemed that way to him.  Why couldn’t physically wounded humans receive assistance from machinery to function satisfactorily and keep their humanity?   

Sil was a psychologically wounded human and could still retain his humanity.  Although...his slavery also included being physically wounded, but not to the extent that Echo had endured.  But it was painful just the same... 

They worked side by side repairing what they could on the Beldame. Striking up random conversations, making jokes, discussing ship regs and the like.   

Tonight, Echo and Sil took time out after a day of repairs to sit and converse over cups of caf.  Hunter was with Mad.  Omega and Tech were playing the card game Balaans while Love hovered nearby watching, with Tiggy asleep in their lap. 

Eventually Sil shyly asked about Echo’s prosthetics and how he acquired them.  Echo smiled and quietly recounted his accident on Lola Sayu, then being woken up by Rex on Skako Minor. 

Sil was mortified at what was done to Echo.  How could ANYONE survive such a thing??? 

Silence between them as Sil processed everything Echo had told him. 

It was Echo’s turn.  “Care to talk about it?” Echo asked tentatively nodding to the slave collar scar burned into Sil’s neck. 

“I was kidnapped off the streets as a young boy by Zygerrian Slavers.  Then sold to man who owned an exotic meat market in The Bottoms of Coruscant.  He was evil...  Would shock me for just about anything.  Even if I was compliant.  Liked to watch me suffer while working...under him...” 

Sil took a very deep breath.  Echo could tell Sil was trying to maintain control and hold back tears. 

“Oh...kiddo...I...”  Echo struggled.  “Don’t need to know the rest if you...” 

“NO.  I NEED to get this out.”  Sil struggled.  “I don’t want my auntie to know the horrible things I had done to me.  It would break her heart.  I can talk to you...understand?” 

“Ok...” Echo waited patiently. 

“He...” One tear trailed down his cheek.  “He did THINGS to me.  Rented me out to people who would do those things too...”   

Sil put his hands up to his face in shame.   Echo could barely make out the next muffled statement from Sil. 

“I’m happy that man is dead.” 

Wrecker, who had been sitting nearby playing on a datapad, and unable to NOT hear what was being said turned to Echo with an extremely horrified expression. 

Echo met Wrecker’s expression with a mournful one. 

Sil broke into loud sobs and let the tears overtake him. 

“Does he need a hug?”  Wrecker whispered. 

Echo shook his head.  “I don't’ think he wants ANYONE to touch him right now.” 

Wrecker nodded.  “I’ll...uh...go make a fresh pot of caf.  Ok?” 

“Good idea.”  Echo replied.  “Going to be a very long night.” 

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🔆anon

Glimpses into the future (different amounts of time into the future)

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Visiting Dusk

Malleus: *sitting on his throne alone in the room* Dusk, you’re not stealthy. At least not to me.

Dusk: *appears from around the corner* What? No hi to your big brother?

Malleus: You are always back around this time of year.

Dusk: *floats over to Malleus’ throne* And? Do I not deserve a hello because you know when you’ll see me?

Malleus: Hello, Dusk.

Dusk: Better. Now, do you know where Sil and Bek are? I want to say hi to them too.

Malleus: Probably training together.

Dusk: Ooo! You think I can join them?

Malleus: Not if you’re floating.

Dusk: *glares at Malleus* I feel fine thank you, very much. I got permission to float for short periods.

Malleus: How long has this “short period” been?

Dusk: *starts standing*

Malleus: Better.

Dusk: Do you want a fight?

Malleus: Try me.

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Father Domino

Domino: *holding a sleeping infant while pacing*

Silver: *moves to hold Domino in a hug* She’s been asleep for a bit now.

Domino: I know, but she doesn’t wake up as much if I walk with her.

Silver: Yes, but you can’t stay up all night.

Domino: Hold on. Speaking of sleep, how are you up during such a late hour? Did a miracle happen?

Silver: No, the tragedy of being alone in bed. She’ll be fine.

Domino: If she wakes up, I’m getting you up to deal with it.

Silver: That’s fair.

—

Accepted Canis

Canis: Papi! *runs to hug Vargas while holding a letter in his hand*

Vargas: What is it, buddy?

Canis: Just read it!

Vargas: *takes and reads the NRC acceptance letter then goes to ruffle Canis’s hair* Look at that! You’re just a big shot now, aren’t you? But, look, I’m still the fitness teacher, and I will not go easy on you. I won’t let anyone else do the same either. Got it?

Canis: I got it, I got it. Name one time you ever went easy one me. Why would I expect that now?

Vargas: I guess you’re right, just don’t start getting a big head.

Canis: *laughs and sticks out his tongue* Too late.

—

Party Planner Kit

Kit: *sitting across from Kalim at a table while holding a few papers* Kalim, I refuse to let him come back!

Kalim: But he’s an important tie we need to keep.

Kit: I don’t care! He was rude to the Asim family ruler! I’m not letting that slide!

Kalim: We need to keep trade with him open for prosperities sake. I can handle a few curt words.

Kit: Absolutely not! He’ll take us for fools. We need to make an example out of this and cut ties. You did it before when someone insulted me and when someone insulted the Viper family.

Kalim: That was different-

Kit: It was in no way different! I will keep nagging you on this until you see sense!

—

Engaged Toryn

Toryn: *crying while looking at wedding options with Vil*

Vil: Toryn, dear, light of my life, you need to keep it together. Even for a few seconds. I can’t plan this alone.

Toryn: *nods but is still crying*

Vil: You’re the one who planned a whole day for a perfect proposal AND kept me from knowing about it. *sighs and hugs Toryn* What am I going to do with you, you big idiot?

Toryn: *mumbling into the hug* I cried then too…

Vil: I can guess.

Toryn: *looks at Vil, finally pausing crying* I love you so much.

Vil: *kisses the tip of Toryn’s nose* I love you just as much.

Toryn: *starts crying again*

Vil: Sevens give me strength… *continues to comfort poor Toryn*

—

Attention Hungry Dekker

Dekker: *rests his head on top of Azul’s head while Azul is sitting on the couch*

Azul: *pausing his work on checking the logs* Dekker, can I help you?

Dekker: No, why?

Azul: You seem to be mistaken my head for your headrest.

Dekker: Nah, I totally got the correct thing.

Azul: If you wanted attention, you could have just said something.

Dekker: Where’s the fun in that?

Azul: Not messing with your boyfriend? That sounds fun.

Dekker: Hypocrite. You mess with me all the time.

Azul: You do it first! Now, if you want attention, help me with the Lounge.

Dekker: *moving to sit next to Azul* Fine.

—

Entomologist Ruse

Ruse: *doing work in Riddle’s house* Riddle.

Riddle: Yes?

Ruse: You and I are going to see this museum exhibit once it opens. They want so many specimens and it is taking so much work. I am not letting them have an empty hall once it’s all done.

Riddle: When you work with a museum to put together an exhibit, it’s going to be a lot of work. Especially when living specimens are involved.

Ruse: They want so many species! We can’t just hand over the rare ones like that. Negotiating what’s available while getting information on endangered insect species out to the public is way too much.

Riddle: And your coworkers?

Ruse: Also swamped with work. You’re a lawyer, you know what it’s like to have everyone loaded with work.

Riddle: That is true.

Ruse: My point still stands. We are both going to see that exhibit.

LOOK AT ALL THESE GOOD ENDINGS!

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••|| It's alright ||••

Sotha sil x chubby reader one shot

This takes place before they become tribunal so maybe a little angst(?)

Gn reader

Of course this will be dealing with some insecurities but it'll become a comfort/fluff fic lolol

(I have not written one of these in a while so i apologize in advance for any terrible writing)

Staring in the mirror was never much of a joy for you, in fact it displeased you at times. It had always been like this ever since you were young, of course you had a family who loved and cherished you. Never caring for how you looked, and the same would be said for your friends. The strangers though, their comments hurt like glass.

Even with your accomplishments people couldn't look past the way you presented yourself, you could have shown yourself to be Azura herself and they'd still only make side remarks about the body you hardly had control of. But those were only a couple people, only a few who had made you believe everyone saw you as nothing more than a large mound of flesh.

Their words stuck to you like an arrow in dummy, no matter how many kind genuine people you surround yourself with. You couldn't escape the thoughts that they too judged you, that they all spoke behind closed doors in hushed whispers about a body they truly could care less about.

You had friends, friends who never judged you. But your brain conjured up the suspicion that they never openly said anything, due to Nerevar. Your friend that you've known since childhood now a king, he welcomed you into his court and into his new found friend group as any friend would. You becoming his ambassador, speaking on behalf of the Chimer king and the race itself whenever your dear friend wasn't able to do so.

You didn't stick out much, Indoril always had a knack for becoming friends with those that people would gawk at, in fact you were probably the most normal looking of the bunch. You had Voryn the tall Dagoth whose affection towards Nerevar could be questioned, Vehk the poet who Indoril had found on the streets and claimed to have saved, Ayem the beautiful warrior princess who seemed to have the body of a goddess and finally

Seht.

Seht was..different, a poor soul who lost everything. You remember first meeting him, Vehk had asked you to take some food to him. Back when you were just another Chimer that Indoril had dragged along, speaking of you needing to learn to fight. When you brought it to him you felt nothing but sorrow for him. You attempted to be kind towards him, to be a friend in his time of need. But alas he only sat there hugging his knees as you soaked in the silence, until eventually you were needed elsewhere.

As time went on through out entire the group, he was closest to you. He never spoke much and had a tendency to be too quiet, always seeming to know what was on your mind. But maybe you were just predictable at this point. You were fascinated by him at times, how much information was stored inside of that head of his. How you could just say hello to him, and minutes later be in a conversation about things you hardly understood.

You felt a head rest on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts, an audible sigh escaping through the persons nose. You smiled as your eyes could see the familiar strands of ivory hair fall past you "hello Seht." You paused your writing, setting the quill aside as you glanced up towards your quiet friend.

He nodded to you before sitting down in the chair you kept at your side, already getting used to him visiting on occasion. He enjoyed watching you write, you never really had anyone too interested in your stories besides Indoril at times. But he only ever took interest in them if they had some sort of action in them. Sometimes Voryn would glance at your tales too, but never more than a passing glance. But Seht stayed no matter what the story was about, whether it be romance or tragedy he listed. Sometimes if he had the time, he'd even help with ideas. "What's this one about?" He asked in that quiet tone you had grown used to.

You glanced towards him from the corner of your eye before giving a small smile, you had begun to write about your worries, your problems and your own self image issues. Maybe one day it'd help you, if not you then maybe far into the future, once you were nothing more than a faint memory from the past perhaps it would help someone else.

Sometimes you'd hand out your stories to people once they were 'book worthy' but these would never get that treatment "not a story this time my friend" he looked curious as he watched you turn back to the paper and continue your writings. "It seems to be a story" Seht spoke pointing out the few papers gathered underneath the one you were currently writing on.

You halted the quill in your hand, a tiny ink splotch being created from the sudden movement. "I- yes, it would seem that way. But I assure you it's not, this is.. Personal" with a pregnant silence filling the air, you eventually turned back to your writings. Cursing the tiny ink blotch before you continued on with your words.

It was silent between you two, the only sound being that of distant chatter from who knows exactly where, and the scribbles of quill on paper. Seht merely sat there, in the past you would question him. Why stay when there were so many other things to do? And he'd always reply the same

'I do not mind being here, I enjoy the silence'

Unbeknownst to you, there were more behind those words. Seht was.. How to put it kindly. Bad at words, he had always been socially awkward. Ever since he was a child, he could never find the right words to make friends. And when he thought he had, the other children gave him that..look. A look he detested, it wasn't that he feared you'd give him that same look. More of he feared your reaction.

Seht was used to studying the mechanisms of dwarven architecture, he was not used to these feelings of butterflies and 'jelly legs'. He tried to get advice from others, those who could confess feelings so easily. First he went to Voryn, and was somewhat ignored. Then to Nerevar who treated it more like a game of charades rather than actually giving advice, we won't even speak of what Vehks advice was...

Then he went to Almalexia, who was rather blunt with her words.

'Just tell them and get it over with, cowering will not accomplish anything.'

And just as those words flashed in his mind, finally reaching towards you.. Your door slammed open. Nerevar stood there, hand on one of the doors "hey! Sorry Seht but I need to borrow Y/n for an extremely important meeting-"

Your eye twitched ever so slightly, getting up your chair scooted back. Your head jerked towards Nerevar narrowing your eyes at the kings frantic state "what have you done?" Your childhood friend simply attempted to look innocent, fidgeting with his hands as he glanced away "nooothing-" he outstretched his word, before standing up more straight "just need you to help with a letter to- king Dumac that's all!"

You let your head fall sighing, cracking your eyes open to glance at Seht who still sat in his seat. You excused yourself "I will be back soon Seht, this shouldn't take long" pushing your chair back in, you left with Nerevar who kept spewing out thank yous and sorries, that soon became muffled as the large door closed.

Seht watched as the door closed, listening as the muffled voices grew distant. This wasn't the first time he was alone in your room, you trusted him and he trusted you. Your room within Nerevars palace was like another home to him, sometimes he found himself wanting to be no where else but here.

For a moment he simply sat there, glancing at the new trinkets you had collected from travels, the few weapons on display all from different times of your life, and the books messily strewn about across the room. Then his eyes landed on the papers that were laid upon your desk, you were always fine with him reading your works. Was this any different to your past stories?

He reached his hand out grabbing the papers, shifting them until he found the first page or what he assumed was the first. His eyes took in the words, it was just your thoughts. Speaking of your childhood and your kinship to Nerevar, as he turned to the backside though. That's when his brows knit in confusion.

The sun was setting as you made your way back to your room, assuming Seht had already left. Nerevar had kept you for a couple hours, attempting to decipher some letter the dwarven king had sent him. Voryn was far too busy to be bothered, so he simply grabbed the next best thing.

You slowly opened the door to your room, making the silent promise to visit Seht at his new found home. You were surprised to look up and see him still sat in his chair, you blinked a few times before a smile graced your lips "Seht, I am surprised to see you still here"

He was silent, which confused you. He was only silent when things weighed heavily on him, had something happened since you left? You grew closer to him "Seht? Is something the matter?" A minute too late, as you glanced towards your now empty desk. Did you realize he was holding the papers you had been writing on, you watched as he stood up. Holding the papers with both of his hands, he turned towards you.

"Is this truly how you see yourself?"

How were you to answer? What could you even say to make this a forgotten memory? Was he angry? Did he pity you? Questions continued to fill your head, forgetting the original question itself. Seht reached a hand out, grabbing your shoulder

"I do not.. Understand"

You looked up to him, but your eyes tried to focus on anything but him. Scared that you would see humor behind them, or worse judgment.

"You are perfect"

Your eyes finally looked to him, looking into his eyes. You saw the same eyes as you always did.

"What?"

Your words came out more like a stutter, his hand reached down to take yours. Squeezing it reassuringly as he continues on

"You are perfect, everything about you is"

A pause filled the air as he gathered his words, strands of his hair draping over his face as they usually did.

"I do not understand how something- no.. Someone so perfect-" he raised his other hand that still held the unfinished work "can say such things about themselves"

Of course you had heard praises from people before, Nerevar always attempted to boost your confidence. And all throughout your childhood your mother had done as much as she could to make you see your beauty. For some reason hearing it from Seht, sounded as if Azura herself descended down and spoke these words to you.

You squeezed his hand back, assuring him you were still listening. Just at a loss for words "I don't know what to say Seht.."

Seht cracked an ever so slight smile, he set the papers on the desk behind him. Both of his hands coming to intertwine with yours, for a second he glanced away contemplating his words.

"In a room full of art, i'd still stare at you"

Of course throughout your life you had people say much kinder and sweeter things, but hearing these words come from Seht felt as if Azura herself spoke to you. You melted at them, your lips curling into a soft smile

"Oh.. Seht"

Your hands moved away from his before you enveloped him into a hug that nearly spooked the poor guy. But slowly he relaxed, wrapping his arms around you he nestled his head against you as he closed his eyes. Basking in the moment between you two.

Hey y'all forgot to put his here but i hope you all enjoyed the story!

This took me a bit to write as I had it collecting dust in my drafts before rewriting it twice

My elder scrolls requests are open! I do pretty much any character (not Hermaus mora or wtv his name is tho, sorry)

Until next time Dxwnfxll out!

Btw this was semi based off of this quote i found on Pinterest

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Silhouette: Jungkook

A/N: from the graveyard of ideas. I was on one of my DC binges and wondered what Jungkook would be like as a dark and broody anti-hero with unique and burdensome powers, set in a gritty Gotham city.

A small excerpt from that story❤️

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The sounds of the city filled the blackened night sky as cars honked and citizens casually went about their lives. Most of them working menial jobs, leading a humble existence, droning through the days like worker ants of a massive colony.

"Must be nice.." he mumbles to himself.

Jungkook watched from high up, overlooking Gotham with eagle eyes. He squints beneath his mask, inhaling sharply through his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke curling overhead. The lone vigilante shifts his position from where he crouched in the shadows, perched on the cornered ledge of the tall building like a gargoyle. The matte leather of his uniform hugged his taut muscles, creaking softly as he lifted his head.

He smirks.

"If you were trying to be stealthy...you should have left the cigarette at home..." he snarks without tearing his watchful gaze away from the flickering lights below.

Taehyung steps towards him from the shadows, his mosaic-like camouflaged skin morphing beneath the moonlight to become less opaque as the tiny trail of smoke twirled from his fingers. His dark cloak sways in the night breeze, his pale gray hair curling over the black mask concealing the top half of his face.  He chuckles as he flicks some ash over the dirty concrete, stepping over it as he joins Jungkook at the ledge.

"True. You couldn't see me coming otherwise..." Taehyung huffs. He leans forward to gauge the distance between them and the ground, letting out a low whistle between his teeth before lifting the cigarette to his lips again.

"What is with you and heights?" he mumbles. Jungkook shoots him a sideways glance and grunts in amusement.

"What's with you and the cancer sticks? Thought you'd cut back..."

Taehyung shrugs with his smokey exhale.

"Rough day....slow night on watch?" He glances over at the hooded hunter just as he breaks his gaze to glare in his direction. His shadowed eyes regard Taehyung suspiciously before scoffing.

"Why are you here Veil?"

Taehyung's expression softens at the ice-cold tone of Jungkook's voice and his shoulder sag as he takes one final drag from his cigarette. He flicked it over the ledge as he turned to face his comrade.

"Look... I know things between you and the rest are a little sketchy these days. I wish things were different but all things considered, I still see you as a brother. So I came to give you a heads up....."

Jungkook furrows his brow beneath his mask as Taehyung continues.

"She's back." He deadpans, knowing the moment her name left his lips, Jungkook's demeanor would change.

As sure as he knew him, Jungkook's lips parted slightly and his heart thudded heavily in his chest as a swirl of emotions flooded him.

"...What do you mean... she's back?" his voice breaks as he fails to remain impassive and Taehyung frowns empathetically as he sighs.

" I mean she's here. In Gotham. There's been a few sightings. Word is...she and Joker are....."

That name evokes a different reaction and Jungkook feels as if his blood had run cold. He turns away from Taehyung abruptly at that and stares off into the distracting movements below him as his mind falls into a frenzy.

A melody of repressed memories flooded his mind. The sound of her voice. Her laugh. The softness of her skin. Her lips. The taste of her sweat and tears...

His chest ached at the thought of her and who...what..she might have become.

And he struggled with the possibility of him being somewhat responsible for it all.

"It's bad Sil. I don't know what they've done to her but she isn't the Eden we knew. Anyway.......We have orders from the league to bring her in. Dead or Alive. Considering how the two of you felt about each other, I thought you would want to know."

Jungkook's hood concealed his hardening expression and his clenching jaw, but Taehyung could feel the tension radiating from him as he continued to stare ahead at the hectic city.

Suddenly Jungkook stands from where he was crouched, revealing his utility belt lined with weapons at his waist and the two long blades that were nestled in sheaths crossed between his shoulder blades. They shift slightly when Jungkook rolls his shoulders in preparation, making Taehyung sigh.

Just as he's about to turn away, Taehyung reaches out for him. When his gloved hand closes over his wrist, Jungkook's neck turns sharply to glare at him.

"Don't! You can't stop me. None of you can so don't even try." He barks, snatching his wrist back.

"No one wants to stop you but..." Taehyung begins.

"But what?"

Taehyung feels the heat of Jungkook's eyes on him despite only being able to see the bottom half of his face.

"Look...This isn't the Eden we....you...once knew. She's different. Every trace of the good in her is gone. The shit she's done since she left...She's dangerous. And now that she's with Joker, she's probably.."

"Too much for me to handle?" Jungkook interrupts again, making Taehyung's parted lips press together in a thin line. At his pause, Jungkook stifles a chuckle at his blankness.

"So what are you saying? I'm not strong enough to face her now that she's crossed over?" He shrugs with the question, tilting his head.

A chilling breeze flows over the rooftop, blowing against the fabric of Jungkook's hood and Taehyung's cloak. The shift of the fabric allows a ray of moonlight to reflect in Jungkook's eyes, one of his clouded irises glimmered briefly before being cascaded in darkness once again. Taehyung wilts at the sight, an unpleasant memory presenting itself.

"No. What I'm saying is...that beneath all of that armor and power and strength and skill... you're still just a man. A man who before Eden, had no known weaknesses. She isn't the only one who's changed. Good or evil, you love her. You still love her Jungkook. And that makes this more dangerous for you than anyone.."

Having heard enough, Jungkook sucks his teeth and looks away.

"Goodbye V.." he seethes as he's about to leave.

"Jungk..I mean Silho....wait.." Taehyung interjects, grasping his wrist again and locking his earnest eyes with that pair hidden beneath the shadows of Jungkook's hood.

The use of his real name while on the job was normally frowned upon, but the bond these two shared surpassed the politics of this lifestyle.

"Whatever you're thinking....you don't have to go about it alone. We can.....I can help. This doesn't have to go badly. We can save her..."

Jungkook softens under his touch, as does his hidden expression. After a beat, Taehyung releases him and sighs. He takes a second to look over the monochrome city skyline before looking back at Jungkook's pensive frown.

"I don't think she can be saved. Not if she's with him. But if anyone's gonna take her in, it's best if it's me. It's only right. I.........need to do this. Alone. But I appreciate the intel."

"Kook.." Taehyung begins as Jungkook shifts.

"Gotta get back. See you around.." he mutters with the snap of his cloak.

Taehyung has no chance to respond as Jungkook turns away from him to face the ledge, staring down into the abyss that was Gotham. And without another word, he jumps from the ledge and disappears into the smog.

(I dont own nor did I create these AI images. I take no credit for them and would gladly credit the creators if I knew who they were :). )

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The Fracture of Glass

by rpjennings *EXTREME SPOILERS FOR SEASON 1 & 2 OF ARCANE** ~~~~~~~~~ Watching Violet’s retreating figure, you pull your hood over your head and run through the flames, chasing after her. “Sils!” Sevika calls, but you don’t turn back. You cover your nose and mouth, following Violet. She turns down an alley and you call her name. “Violet, wait!” You catch up to the alley, just as she turns to look at you. You pull down your hood. “Violet–” “What are you doing here?” She seethes. You pant as you catch your breath, your hands gripping her shoulders. “Where are you going?” She pushes you away. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” You see the tears brim her eyes. “Vander’s dead, Sils. And who do you think is at fault?” Words: 4266, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Reader, Ambessa Medarda/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Parent Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Protective Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Possessive Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Miscommunication, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, like so much tension, Age Difference, don't make it weird, Emo Vi (League of Legends), Arcane Season 1 & 2, this contains spoilers please continue with caution, lots of lesbians, slowburn read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tBnujIT

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11.10.23

Thank God I was wfh on Mon. Took meds and feeling drowsy. So I took a few short nap. MIL get helper to prepare lunch. A veg soup, potato with baked beans and onions egg. Hmm no meat? Although I'm okay w vegetarian. Hope is not like that for all lunch.

Anw, I'll have to go office everyday on both wks after Mon.

Helped out for Mental wellness day event for Co. Grateful my booth (scent making) was the first to go out of stock and I could go back to work ard 2pm. Only had sandwich and my bbt when I went back to my desk...luckily I had heavy breakfast. But my nose was blocked n runny. The air con is making it worst. I think I need to sweat it out. Supposed to gym but colleague suggested to push it to next day since not meeting ex colleague tmr.

Decided to return to d clinic I visited on Sat but sadly it was closed. Only found out when I was outside d clinic. Omg why d app didn't update d operating hours 😤

Went home to cook my salmon and head back to MIL hse. Planned to shower and shower before SIL n her hubby arrives. FIL was showering and I was told not to wet the toilet in d kitchen. Cannot shower lo. (Err then what's d use for toilet sandals?) Plan ruined. Told hubby I'll be quick but SIL came n FIL just out from shower. I wasn't even hungry but annoyed my plan keeps getting ruined. I need a plan n follow. Why can wait for SIL to come but cannot wait for me to shower?

Actually...think abt it. Must be sis got say sth to her parents (on behalf of her hubby), that's why then got d rule of cannot wet toilet when BIL comes over.

Went to do my laundry and MIL emphasise again cannot put underwear into washing machine. I didn't reply cos i just find d reason is ridiculous. She told me d day I moved in and cos its not my hse. LL use hand wash lo. Hubby was there and told her I used my hand to washed already. She doesn't believe me and still accused me that I already threw it in d washing machine since there's only 1 underwear in d toilet hanging. Pfft! Triggered. I just said wdym women is dirty, we r all same what. Next time (when my own hse is ready) I'll also not hand wash underwear. Does it even matter. She went in.

5.53am

I can't sleep back since 4.50ish after came back from pee. Alarm rang twice, I heard opening of door with a bunch of keys. Then arguing about the portable charger not charged. 45mins of chattering later, they went out. Here I'm wide awake...road starting to get busy. I tried to sleep back, but I can't...soon hubby's alarm will ring and by d time he left hse, I left 20 mins before my alarm ring.

Bet I should only blame myself for waking up at d wrong timing and not able to fall into deep sleep before 5.

I uds its different lifestyle. I won't say hubby will enjoy when it's his turn to move in my hse. But acknowledge and uds what are d inconvenient that it has caused me. It's definitely more inconvenient for me but all I get is getting said that I'm picky, I'm d problem. I mean that's what I felt when I told my hubby. He would just say till like it's nth and ignore. Cos he will nvr ask his parents to change anything for me. At least discuss?! I just have to deal w it, live w it.

The marriage book I passed to hubby to read it's not even halfway through, and it's been 5 mths? Idk how to to tell my hubby, he is going to stay w me for his rest of his life. I'm his wife, and he needs to help me, think for me. It's us and issue, not u and ur fam vs me (alone).

Idk what more issues will appear. 💔

[pipers-pixels-and-papers]

This is an oc of mine almost entirely based off a dream I had years ago, they have amnesia and they canonically don't have a name but they aren't really attached to any they are offered (but in rp and when I'm referring to them I use 👤) so they just collect nicknames; Kid, Smudge, Ink, Toast, Charlie, Silhouette, Sil, and Shiloh to name a few.

They're a farmhand in a group that formed after the Apocalypse, age unknown but likely 18-20. They're mute but they know sign language, keep a pocket notebook with them, and wear a whistle on a necklace to get people's attention. They're a protective but playful older sibling type and they actually adopted one of my friend's ocs. Also they collect hats :]

Their features are entirely obscured by a black void, there's some minor gradients on their hands and feet too but the rest of their body is normal. If you look at them from different angles you can see they do have a nose and mouth, they're just hidden. When they open their mouth it's actually grayscale inside and they have pointy teeth!

Actually! I just made this ⬆️ GIF today but it's not the first, I made a different one almost three years ago when I first came up with them back in October 2020. I'm not,, good at animation, but I think this new one is an improvement

The original lol:

Originally posted Feb 24, 2023

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

First of all congrats once again on the milesone bby!!! for the sleepover can I as a micro drabble for jack and pirate AU ?? honestly at first I was going to ask for frankie but jack just felt like a better fit fbfgb love u <333

Sil my love! I had the time of my life sailing the seas with Pirate!Jack. Inevitably, this Captain Jack is partly inspired by the OG Captain Jack Sparrow and POTC. I loved POTC fanfic back in the day, so thank you so much for sending this prompt!

Jack Daniels x pirate AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 889 words | warnings: non-graphic mentions of violence, angst, childhood sweethearts, mention of arranged marriage, historical romance

The last time you saw him was seven years ago, when you hurled words dipped in hurt and  teenage venom at him as he held you, his beat-up leather bag at his feet by the water.

‘I need to go and earn my fortune, or your father will never let you marry me. Can’t you understand that?’ he pleaded with you.

‘We can run away!’ you insisted, your cheeks streaked with ugly tears.

He shook his head, kissing you on your forehead. ‘I want you to have a life you deserve, and I can’t give it to you if I don’t do this.’ 

Taking off the only thing he has of value - his mother’s gold ring set on a chain - he slipped it over your head and kissed you one last time.

‘I’ll come back for you. Wait for me, darlin’.’

You stand on that very same dock now. You’ve grown up. You’re taller, sadder, and you wear your melancholy like a shroud. You’re set to sail across the seas to England, a country you’ve never set foot on; and to marry your betrothed, a man you’ve never met.

You’re numb, resigned to your fate. Jack is dead. Or he’s found someone else, married and happy in a distant, exotic land. It doesn’t make a difference either way.

His mother’s ring, the only thing you have left of him, hangs between your breasts, digging into your skin under your corset, the same place it’s been all these years.

Your chambermaid asks gently, ‘Are you ready, my lady?’

You nod.

And you walk the plank.

The sound of cannon fire jolts you violently out of your sleep, and you bolt up from your uncomfortable little cot. It sounds like hell unleashed up on deck above, the sound of boots and violence right on top of your head.

Your chambermaid bursts into your room with one of your coats in her hands.

‘What’s happening?’ you ask frantically.

‘Pirates!’ she screams.

She throws the coat over your shoulders, and you hastily pull on a pair of boots. Once you’re decent, a lieutenant appears to escort you both to safety.

It’s bedlam above. The bitter tinge of gunpowder stings your eyes and nose, the smell of blood turns your stomach, and then the screams and the clang of swords - the lieutenant presses a hand to the back of your head so you’re looking at your feet as you sprint across deck, or you surely would have fainted.

Your entourage makes it to the back of the ship, where one of the rowing boats is ready to be lowered into the water - when you hear a gun being cocked at the back of your head.

‘Not so fast, darlin’.’

Darlin’.

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Your chambermaid shrieks in fright when the lieutenant falls onto the floor from a blunt crack of the butt of a pistol against his head.

Slowly, you turn around.

His eyes are the same. The same brown, but now, there are lines around them and creases at the corners. He’s obviously seen a lot of sun, freckles and marks pepper his face, and curls peek from underneath the wide-brimmed hat he wears. Behind him, you see the looming figure of a ship flying the unmistakable black flag of a skull with two swords underneath it.

Jack grins at you. ‘Hello, darlin’.’

You walk straight up to him and slap him across the face, with everything you got. From the corner of your eye, you see the other bedraggled pirates gasp at your bold action as his head whips to one side at the force.

But he only grins wider and pulls you into him by your wrists. He smells of the sea, musky, with the distinct whiff of ocean salt.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ you spit at him, your traitorous eyes brimming with tears.

He clucks teasingly. ‘What a tongue you’ve got on you now, darlin’.’

You shove at him with your whole body, but he barely budges. ‘Fuck you, Jack. I waited for you, and you never came back for me.’

He cocks his head to one side. ‘I did come back for you, darlin’, I was at our hometown but three days ago - only to be told that you were on your merry way to marry some landed gentry across the sea. And that simply won’t do - I’m a pirate darlin’, and I don’t share what’s mine.’

You scoff. ‘I’m not yours, Jack. You lost me when you left me seven years ago.’

‘It’s Captain Jack to you, thank you very much,’ he retorts playfully, unfazed by your ire. You gasp when he unceremoniously rips open the lapels of your coat, and one rough fingertip trails down your bare neck, curling around the delicate gold chain that you never take off.

His eyes soften at the sight of his mother’s ring. ‘You lie so well, you’ll make an excellent pirate yourself, darlin’.’

Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, you kiss him hard, his big hands gripping your waist, crushing you into his embrace. Brushing his nose against yours, he pulls back. 

‘I should’ve asked you all those years ago,’ he says, regret colouring his words. ‘Will you marry me?’

You palm his cheek, grinning through tears. ‘Yes, my captain, a thousand times yes.’

[emperor-palpaminty]

hi! is it possible you could write a cute lil fluffy fem reader x fives fic where it has all the different times fives slips his hand in your back pocket bf style? i have a hc that he does this a lotttt and the 501st is all like um okay fives we have a mission to do haha if you could do this i would greatly appreciate it. thank you so much!!

So I 100% do this to my husband. One time we had painted my SIL's house and then I did this and everyone saw my handprint on my husband's butt. 10/10 Minty good work. This is 100% a Fives thing.

Not NFSW but there is PDA! Female Reader and Fives!

The biggest thing that had come with a surprise of dating Fives was the sheer amount of touching that transpired. You didn't really mind, and you always had known he had been a physical touchy-feely kind of guy, but it was always funny to see a big and strong ARC trooper constantly touching you as if you were his lifeline.

Being a mission support specialist, you were on base almost always. Personal feelings didn't interfere with work- but you still liked PDA being kept to a minimum. Professionalism and all.

Despite this, the touching remained, though more brief now. The man had approximately zero action or PDA filter.

You grinned as you examined the map, feeling Fives' head nestle into your shoulder and his hands slip into your back pockets. "Is the mission supported?" He mumbled, voice rumbling against your ear.

"Affirmative," You grinned as you resumed working. A steady routine had come- he would come after a mission- typically one where he was not seen for days or weeks at a time- shower, and immediately come to you. And who were you to deny him of some passive affection upon returning?

Fives kissed your cheek, thrice, grinning. "We have the best supporter here on base."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Happen to know all the other clones are jealous." Fives snugged his face into your neck. "Who isn't jealous of having someone as smart and beautiful as you?"

Behind him, Hardcase made a gagging sound, and Jesse groaned. "Fives. We have a mission to plan."

"I'm planning it."

"The map isn't on her butt, Fives." Hardcase squinted down at the map. "Wish it was, though. That would make your job a lot easier."

"I'm being helpful!" Fives argued, picking up his head only slightly as you wrote a few potential squadrons to move out on the map.

Jesse didn't even look up. "Oh yeah? What are you doing?"

"Supporting our specialist."

You giggled as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "Look, Fives," You turned your head, chin bumping his cheek. "I love you and I love when you touch me, but you need to be planning."

"I am."

"Oh, really?"

Fives bobbed his head in a nod. His nose bumped you. "There's a canyon on the western side of the map. Just about two kliks out- it'll be a bit longer but we can send in a small attack squadron to infiltrate from the back. Need full climbing and grappling gear, though."

There was a brief mumble of confusion as you moved the map, pursing your lips. "That is, if it's even climbable and has no sensors." You tapped on the cliff and produced a small model of it.

"A recon team, then?" Jesse asked.

Hardcase rounded the table, his own arms wrapping around Fives and leaning on him. You laughed, feeling as Fives' glanced back in shock. "Whaddare ya doing?" Fives tried to shrug him off.

Hardcase hugged his brother tighter. "Look! Hugging her made you think! Maybe it'll have the same effect on me."

You cackled, scribbling notes on the map still. Jesse's stool scraped as he rose from his seat, and he grabbed his holopad. "Good Kriff- we have a mission to plan-"

"Yeah!" Fives agreed. "And we're over here, working hard!"

"You're literally not." Jesse sighed as he moved towards the door.

Hardcase yelled from frapping Fives' shoulder. "Jesse! My brain juices are flowing. This hugging thing works."

You only heard a soft "I don't know how we got assigned to the same team," from Jesse as he left, followed by laughter from the three of you.

After a moment, Fives asked, "... Hardcase? Can you let me go?"

"Nah."

"Darling." Fives tugged on your pocket. "Help me out."

"Sorry, Trooper." You grinned as Fives' groaned, beyond Hardcase's exaggerated snuggling. There was no way that was comfortable with armor. "You got yourself into this. This is one mission I would prefer you support on your own."

[runa-falls]

Possibly a request, but I was thinking of marc or steven coming over to your place for the first time and they are exploring your little space and your room and they come across you little collection of perfumes and they pick up each one smelling them, and then they find the one u regularly where everyday and they spray it on themselves. I’m just in such a smoochy mood for those two

like a breath of fresh air

pairing: marc spector x reader 

rating: mostly fluff, but there’s some suggestive content so read at your own discretion (as you should anyway!) 

tags/warnings: needy!marc, nosey!marc, fluff, established relationship, some over the clothes petting, kissing, scent kink(ish)?

word count: 1.4k 

A/N:  wow wow wow this request. this is so damn adorable i couldn’t help but start writing it right away 😀 i know this one is a bit spicier than you requested, but i can’t help it when i write about marc lol. i hope this does your imagination justice :)

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He loves how adorable your space is, feeling huge in the little room that’s filled with everything that encapsulates your spirit. Everything you love can be found in stacks around the small area, filling the space with various soft and calming colors. 

A large window pours sunlight into the room, drenching it in life. Cute succulents and indoor plants sit on the windowsill accompanied by a small purple watering can. 

He gazes over the posters and photos posted on the walls, eyes locking onto a photo in the very middle. It’s perfectly placed at your eye height so you can look at it every day, hung up with a piece of cat patterned tape.

It’s a polaroid photo of you on his lap, beaming a smile at the camera while he kisses you on the cheek over your shoulder, arms securely wrapped around your waist. You have written “me and my hero” under the photo in loopy handwriting, signing the message off with a heart. 

Marc can’t help his grin when he thinks about you seeing it as soon as you wake up, or when you are getting ready to go out. He’s tempted to steal it so he can hold you in his wallet, but decides against it, mentally making a note to ask you for a photo later. 

He wanders over to your overcrowded vanity, nosily picking up different products wondering what their purposes are. Marc curiously picks up an intimidating-looking tool from the top of your makeup bag, no clue what it could be used for. 

He moves the metal contraption with his fingers, clacking it like he would some tongs, enjoying the way it presses together so satisfyingly. He sees the words, “Eyelash Curler,” engraved into the top of the clasping thing, immediately amazed at how you’ve avoided chopping off your eyelashes with this thing. 

After politely placing it back in your overfilled pouch, his gaze pauses on a few bottles resting on top of your dresser, organized in a perfect line from tallest to shortest. He can guess what those are: your perfumes. 

You quickly learned early in your relationship that one of his favorite hobbies is crushing you in a cuddle before burrowing his face in your neck, breathing in your scent, and leaving featherlight kisses as far down as your skin shows. 

He picks up the tallest one, curiously looking at the smokey glass bottle. The dark color certainly doesn’t match your sweet personality, he thinks, precariously uncapping the bottle. He carefully spritzes a small cloud in front of him, leaning in for a short sniff. He’s unaccustomed to the citrus honey scent that fills the room. It lingers with intensity, even with the tiny amount he sprayed out. 

He feels it attack his nose, pulling a sharp sneeze from him even as he backs away. He almost feels like he’s gonna keel over from the strength of it. Deciding he doesn’t like it, he puts it back in its place, waving his hand in the air in an attempt to clear the smell. 

The next perfume is in a pale heart-shaped bottle, perfectly embodying your sweet and soft nature. He’s sure this one would be your usual one. Marc carefully picks it up, silently hoping it wouldn't be as strong as the first one. This time he uses his wrist to smell it, feeling proper as he rolls up his sleeve to lightly spray it onto his skin. 

His eyes close as he breathes in the bright scent of bergamot mixed with a sweet floral undertone, instantly having mixed feelings about it. On one hand, he objectively enjoys the scent. He holds his wrist to his nose, taking in another appreciative whiff. But on the other,  it doesn’t smell like you. He scoots it back into the middle of the lineup, wondering why you’d have three different perfumes if you didn’t use them all. 

Finally, the last and smallest perfume awaits its trial in a squat clear bottle, pale whiskey-colored liquid almost halfway gone. This must be the one. The one he thinks about all day and dreams of all night. He shoves his other sleeve up, uncaring of the way the fabric bunches with wrinkles, spritzing in an isolated area of skin. 

The scent flows through him like a breeze through a field of flowers, sending shivers up his spine. This is the one: a comforting fragrance of sweet gardenias and jasmine. He mists it a few more times over the rest of his body, wanting to be enveloped in the familiar scent. 

Bouncing onto your bed, he grabs a pillow and wraps it in his arms, holding it to his chest as if you were there with him. He takes a deep breath in, trying to relax in the warmth your space gives him, but something is off.

He sniffs again, wondering why he isn’t getting that love-drunk high he usually feels whenever you’re near. He doesn’t have the chance to worry over it before he hears you at the front door. 

His face unconsciously lights up at your soft voice.

“Honey, I’m home!” You jokingly call out, struggling as bags of groceries hang off each arm. 

“Finally,” Marc hurries off your bed and out of your room, arms aching to be around you. “Thought you forgot about me.” As soon as the bags are set down, he embraces you in a hug, happily dotting little pecks all over your face, earning him some cute giggles from his favorite girl.

“Marc, I was only gone fo–are you wearing my perfume?” You experimentally lean your nose to his chest, suddenly delirious from the way his smell melds with yours.

“Uh, yeah, maybe…” He avoids eye contact like a child who’s been inevitably caught, “...possibly.”  You raise an eyebrow teasingly as an amused smile graces your face.

“You better not’ve wasted any.” 

He earnestly shakes his head, “It was just a little bit, I promise.” You hum against his chest, arms lovingly wrapped around his waist. You think it’s adorable how much he yearns for your scent. “But…I think it’s broken or something .” You abruptly push him away, looking up at him with confusion.

“Did you, uh–drop it?”

“No! It’s just–it smells like you, but it doesn’t. Like something is missing, or something.” You let out a relieved breath before humming in understanding. Grabbing his wrist, you start pulling him back toward your room.

“You know,” You sit yourself down on your bed, ignoring how ruffled the duvet looks when you walked in, “sometimes scents can change if they’re sprayed on different people.” You can see something click in Marc as his eyes widen and brows perk up.

“Hold on.” You watch him get up to grab your preferred scent, uncapping it then spraying it in your general direction, before returning it promptly to its original spot. 

You feel his weight rejoin you on the mattress, large arms pulling you in towards his body. You feel Marc mold himself against your side before he pushes his face into the crook of your neck.

You squeak out a giggle as his scruff tickles against the sensitive skin, sending goosebumps along your arms and up your spine. 

Your face heats up when he audibly graons at your sweet smell, taking in the way your natural scent perfectly compliments your favorite perfume. Marc runs his lips methodically down your throat.

“Now I know your secret, baby…It’s all you.” His whisper warms your skin as his hands caress your softness over your shirt. “You have no idea how mouthwatering you smell.” 

“Marc…” You whine out, not expecting a full pat down when you returned home. You feel him slide to the top of your thigh, warm hand splayed over the bulk of leg before tenderly kneading at it.  

“Come’ere.” He says gently, pulling at your waist to guide you to straddle over him. A thumb brushes over the surface of your cheek as he affectionately stares up at you. “Gimme a kiss. Please.” 

You dip down, sparsely placing peck on his lips before retreating teasingly as he desperately chases you for another kiss. His hand grips around your jaw, anxious eyes meeting yours.“Wha-please?”

You slowly give in, shyly smiling against his mouth at his endearing neediness. Arms pull around your hips, blanketing the length of your body over his. His soft lips eagerly move over yours, pushing firmly to make sure you’re flush against him. 

“You even taste good.” He murmurs against your lips. “Hmm, maybe it is just you…”