#so hopefully this week there will be some sort of solution for him :(

[milfspiggy]

my cat and i are both so so itchy rn (possible allergies we aren't sure yet) and he finally finally stopped grooming himself (my hand covering his leg) and seemingly fell asleep and i'm trying so fucking hard to set a good example and not scratch the hell out of my leg

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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[7ndipity]

“Are You Confident?”

fwb!Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: The one where you get fed up with Jungkook’s teasing and decide to take him up on his offer.

Word Count: just under 1.7k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. oral(m. receiving), swearing, Jk starts out fuckboy-ish but turns subby, slight dom reader, reader’s referred to as Noona, not proofread

A/N: This idea has been sitting in my drafts since early December, but I finally managed to finish part one! This is sort of a prequel to this drabble, so if you can read it too if you liked this one. I’ll also be posting part two and a masterlist(hopefully)later this week, so lmk what you think!

Masterlist

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If you had to choose a favorite place in the whole world, you would choose Jungkook’s apartment without a thought. Not your own apartment, not you favorite shop, not even the dream vacation you’d been planning and saving up for forever, just being tucked into the corner of Jungkook’s couch, Bam curled up next to you, his massive head resting in your lap, subtly begging for pets as you vented to his owner about your most recent dating fiasco.

The guy one of your friends had set you up with had seemed nice enough at first, but as dinner progressed, things had progressively gone downhill.

“Did he least pay for dinner?” Jungkook asked, sprawled on the opposite end of the couch.

“I’d assume so, I walked out before the bill even came.” You replied, taking a long drink from your glass.

“Why do you even bother with dating anyway? You said before you hated it.” He asked.

“I’ve told you, I’m… lonely.” You said pointedly, avoiding his eyes.

He squinted at you, understanding suddenly flashing across his face.

“Ah, so you just need to get laid?” He asked, sitting back with a smirk as your face flushed with color. “Why didn’t you just say so? I could help you with that.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You groaned, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

“I’m serious.” He said, following you. “It’s better than fucking some random asshole.”

This type of conversation was a recurring thing in your friendship. Jungkook loved to tease you, and with a relationship that had grown as close as yours had, he had plenty of opportunities.

Your friends often joked that the two of you should just date already with the way you acted with each other, often toeing the line between what was typically considered okay for ‘just friends’. You’d slept in the same bed more times than you could count(a fact that had made Taehyung nearly choke on his drink when he’d found out), you’d even kissed at his friend's New Years Eve party after a few too many drinks and a similar conversation to the one you were currently having, lamenting about not having someone to kiss at midnight.

You didn’t know what had possessed you to do it, all you could remember was hearing the countdown and leaning in, connecting your lips with his for the briefest moment, only for him to quickly chase after yours when you had started to pull away.

Neither of you had brought it up afterwards, but the memory of it was permanently seared into your mind; the feel of his lips moving against yours, the way his hands had gently gripped your waist-

You shook your head, redirecting your attention back to the current moment, trying to ignore Jungkook as he leaned against the counter next to you.

“Look, if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine, I’m just offering a possible solution to your problem,” He said, shrugging as he grinned at you. “You know, if you’re really desperate.”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk. When's the last time you even went on a date again?”

Your words had the desired effect on him, turning his expression sour.

“That’s different, I’ve been… busy.” He said grudgingly.

“Uh-huh, sure.” You grinned triumphantly.

“I mean it though,” He said. “If that’s really all you’re after, I’d be glad to help.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” He shrugged. “I mean, like you said, it’s not like I've got anything going either. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, just two friends helping each other out.”

“That is, if you think you can handle me.” He added with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, letting out an irritated laugh. “Please, I could handle you.”

“Are you confident?” He asked, quirking a brow at you.

“Yes.” You answered immediately, catching both him and yourself off guard as you stared him down.

Your words weren’t entirely true, you weren’t all that confident when it came to things like this, but Jungkook had a way of triggering your stubborn streak, whether it was with that cocky smile he always threw your way or the domineering tone he like to tease you with, something about him made you suddenly brave and willing to challenge anything he said.

Normally, that was part of what made your friendship fun, the two of you constantly bickering and at odds with each other, but this was much different than arguing over where to get dinner or what to watch on tv.

You were chest to chest now, able to feel his heart pounding surprisingly fast as he stared down at you.

“Prove it.” He said, his tone having lost its teasing edge as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your mouth.

That was all it took to make you break.

You closed the gap between the two of you, pushing him back against the wall as your lips clashed.

This wasn’t at all like the first time you’d kissed, there was no hesitancy or tender playfulness, it was hot and rushed and needy, full of tongue and teeth.

You were aware of a voice in the back of your head frantically screaming at you, something about how this was terrible idea and could ruin things between you and Jungkook completely, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care as his warm hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue fought with yours for dominance. He tasted sharp and sweet like the wine you had brought, his skin hot under your fingertips as your hands slipped from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at the strands and earning a low grunt from him.

His grip on your hips tightened before sliding down to grope your ass, grinding you against the growing bulge in his pants.

A surprised squeak left you, making him chuckle against your lips as you mentally cursed yourself. You were not about to let him have the upper hand, not this quickly.

You slipped a hand down between you to palm him over his pants, squeezing just enough to cause what sounded very much like a moan to you to release from his throat, though you knew he’d tried to deny it.

Just as suddenly as you’d begun, you pulled away, making his eyes snap open in confusion.

“What are you-?” He panted, stopping in shock as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“I’m helping you out.” You said simply, undoing his belt as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Is that okay?”

He nodded, breathing unsteadily.

“I need words, Sweetie.” You said, making him flush at the petname as you fiddled with his zipper. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“I want it,” He quickly blurted, giving up control with surprising ease as he stared down at you, eyes black with need. “I-I want your mouth, please.”

“Good boy.” You tugged his jeans down, revealing the prominent tent in his boxers, a small wet patch on the material showing just how eager he was.

“These are cute.” You commented, toying with the waistband before letting it snap back against his skin, making him jump slightly. “Purple looks good on you.”

“Noona, please.” He whined in frustration, his head falling back against the wall as his hips twitched forward involuntarily.

“Fine, since you’re asking so politely.” You pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, hanging heavy in front of your face.

He was slightly bigger than you expected, the tip flushed deep red and leaking precum as you took him in your hand, making him shudder.

“Mm, should’ve known, even your cock’s pretty.” You mused, leaning in to give it a cursory lick, sucking the tip into your mouth for a moment before pulling back, leaving a few kisses along the underside of his length as you glanced up at him to gauge his reaction.

He was staring down at you slack-jawed, his breaths coming out in uneven pants as you pumped him with your hand.

He already looked slightly fucked out and you’d barely done anything to him yet, giving you a massive surge of confidence as you held eye contact with him, gathering as much spit as you could in your mouth before letting it dribble down over his twitching length.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, squiming slightly.

Still holding his gaze, you took him fully into your mouth, sinking down as far as you could go.

“Fuck!” He gasped, his head falling back against the wall with a thump as you pulled back, swirling your tongue around him teasingly before sinking down again, letting him hit the back of your throat and holding him there for a moment before pulling off.

You quickly found your rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on him and using your hands on what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

He let out a low whine, fists clenched so tight against his thighs his knuckles had gone white.

Noticing this, you used your free hand to guide his to your head, letting him tangle his fingers in your hair and giving him something to ground himself with.

All too soon, you felt him beginning to tense, his grip on your head tightening as his thighs started to shake.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He whimpered. “Where do you want me to-?”

You only answer to him taking him and deeper and swallowing around him, making him cry out as his hip bucked forward, fucking your face as he chased his release.

“Shit, Y/n, I-” His words were choked off with a groan as he came, cumming down your throat in hot spurts.

He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard as you slowly pulled off of him, making a point to meet his eyes again as you swallowed.

“Shit, Y/n,” He said weakly as you stood back up. “That was-”

You cut him off with another kiss, feeling him twitch against your leg as he tasted himself on your tongue.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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[bottombaron]

So after staring into the middle distance for a couple days I'm ready to start discussing some theories I have before the season finale destroys us. They are all very wide-ranging in absurdity but I'll start with the one that I think has the most substance and therefore I think is most likely to happen. Also, I haven’t caught up with the tag yet so if someone already posted these theories, sorry! 

So here is Theory #1, known otherwise as,

Why (I think) I know how Laszlo is going to unfuck Guillermo

The solution, I believe, was stated at the very end of The Roast by Laszlo himself: 

FIRST THOUGHT, BEST THOUGHT

Laszlo has spent weeks deeply committed to solving a problem. He's wasted precious time trying to outthink his first (and probably best) solution – and I'm not just talking about his book sorting. Neither was Laszlo, not entirely at least. I actually do think he was focused at least a little bit on his books because that's kind of what happens when you're stuck on a problem. Your brain wanders to other much less taxing ordeals. Usually, as you solve that smaller problem, you find the solution to the thing you really want to solve. 

So what was Laszlo’s first idea?

All along Laszlo had the answer but Guillermo told him that he didn't think it would work, so Laszlo just didn't pursue it further. (We don't even know if Laszlo knows the circumstances of the test and why it didn't work. Just that Guillermo didn't approve that idea.) So then Laszlo wasted valuable time and energy trying to ~Science~ this problem instead of using his true best skill that was showcased in episode one of the season: his charm. His powers of persuasion (the classical art of bullshitting, as it were) is his true super power. (Sadly, it’s not science. He doesn't really have the patience for science tbh).

But, no, rly, he should bullshit his way thru this. That's what he does best. He can outthink Nandor easily. (well….maybe. with the time spent on his experiments, Nandor could have the advantage of several weeks, if not months, to figure things out beforehand, as dense as he is) He should concoct a bullshit so impenetrable that it unfucks Guillermo from Derek and refucks him to Nandor. 

Further foreshadowing of this you ask?

(this whole season is dedicated to ‘plans’ it’s crazy how much A Plan pops up. maybe i’ll dedicate a separate post to collecting them all)

But alas! The test that The Baron did proved this wouldn’t work, right!?

Well here's some free additional theories to how Laszlo could solve that hiccup:

1. Laszlo figures out (and solves) the reason why The Baron/Neighbor test didn't work in the first place.

There could be any number of factors of why The Baron's neighbor blew up. It could be that The Baron is all that more powerful than the average vampire and so his bite gives an extraordinary fill of uh...vampire-ness? and Derek, being so young and weak, doesn't do much at all. Maybe it has something to do with The Sire. If The Baron was turned by the first being ever affected by vampirism, then maybe that vampirism is slowly depleted the further down the line you go. Derek is probably very far removed from The Sire which means he cannot transfer much of that affliction onwards. Nandor, if he was turned by The Baron (one removed from The Sire) or someone similar, explains how he is so powerful, hopefully tho he wouldn’t have too much power to possibly overwhelm Guillermo's half-a-virgin body (and yes I did like how kinky that sounded when I wrote it). It doesn't really matter the exact reason as long as Laszlo can convince Guillermo to try it and he has a relatively decent chance of surviving it. (convincing Guillermo to go thru with this plan overall is probably going to be the most trouble actually. you don't easily forget a guy exploding in your face)

2. Something to do with the experiments. (or the Nadja’s bait-and-switch tactic she used to catch The Baron/Guillermo from The Roast)

I have a larger theory on the experiments and why I think there's still one in the house, but that's for later. During The Roast, Nandor is pretty convinced that the mutant Guillermo is the real one (despite one pretty big glaring error: he has no glasses. none of the experiments need glasses...), Laszlo might have been testing this theory by having The Baron bring his body to Nandor in the first place in order to see how convinced Nandor would be by it. This might be enough for Laszlo to try to use a duplicate of Guillermo for Nandor to bite. The duplicate will not explode (probably?) due to only being a hybrid of Guillermo's blood and an animal…or something(one) else pretending to be Guillermo… (and if it does, maybe Laszlo plans to shoo Nandor out of the line of sight in order for him not to see. And then you get the angst and drama of Guillermo literally using a scapegoat to take his 'sin' despite his reluctance to hurt innocent creatures)

But will the fake Guillermo actually convince Nandor? It's hard to say, and I love that threat of Nandor realizing that it's not the true Guillermo he bit and feeling even more betrayed. Maybe Laszlo concocts a whole ambiance to the event in order to sell the lie. It has to be special right?

So there's dim lights and candles and (fake) Guillermo is laid out in Nandor's coffin and there's this whole presentation element to it that was left out of Guillermo's turn with Derek. It's more like the fantasy that Guillermo probably always had of being turned by Nandor. It plays out like a romantic love scene. But Guillermo is asleep or has his eyes closed and won't talk or maybe only makes small noises and Nandor's very upset abt this. Laszlo is probably hovering too and Nandor doesn't like that either but Laszlo insists he must be there and it's now it's all awkward and wrong, kind of like how Guillermo felt before he was bit by Derek. (now it’s like Nandor is the bull cucking Laszlo in front of him) Nandor goes thru with it and bites Guillermo and is rushed by Laszlo so he doesn't get to drink or drink too much of his blood and there's fumbling with trying to get his own blood into Guillermo's unresponsive mouth.

Or maybe Nandor finds out because Guillermo's blood is disgusting and he either knows or had hoped it would be good tasting*. or that Guillermo just lays there and there's no reciprocation of desire. But maybe he just doesn't find out and once it's over he expects to be able to lay with Guillermo or otherwise be there for his turning but Laszlo quickly rushes him out of his own room and closes the door behind him.

So now Nandor feels all the same despondency that Guillermo had felt with his turn with Derek. Like this big special moment he's built up for years was a complete dud. Like he missed out on something truly magical and he doesn't know why. And Guillermo will feel like shit too, for tricking Nandor. Laszlo isn't happy either. But it worked and they all just have to live with it. Meanwhile this act that was meant to make Nandor's and Guillermo's bond stronger, only serves to create even greater distance between them. 

Re*: evidence that Guillermo's blood might taste 'different':

3. ANYWAYS. that was theory two. lets talk about theory 3.

WITCHES.

I actually think there's good reason Laszlo has divorced Science and is now going to have an affair with Magic. It's exactly when Nadja says 'has this hex turned me into an uggo' that Laszlo comes to life and exclaims ‘that's it!’. If science wasn't the solution, maybe magic is. It's not like they don't know some witches, or that, at least to a degree, witches actually have some power. (specifically the power to look, vaguely, like someone else.) I'm not certain of the specifics but there's a chance Laszlo could be turning to magic to solve his problems. This would also bring Nadja's storyline more relevant and in focus for the season. The thing I like the most about this theory? Episode 9 describes being invited to a manor owned by someone named Morrigan. Morrigan is a Celtic goddess of war and fate that was probably the inspiration for Arthurian legendary sorceress, Morgan le Fay. (Laszlo's name may also be connected to Arthurian legend, Lancelot. but that probably doesn't mean anything.)

So! That's my three extra theories attached to this one big theory that Laszlo is going to go 'back to the beginning' and use his first thought to solve this. Go with his gut. His first solution was his best solution, all along.

…He simply needs to convince Nandor to turn Guillermo.

The, uh, details of this plan may be a lot more complicated than it suggests.

[moodymisty]

Getting it in at the last minute hopefully, but one thing that's on the brain is Chapter Serfs, the mortals who do a collection of jobs on fortress monasteries and are devoted to certain chapters. They're treated a whole range of ways depending on the chapter from "worse than slaves" to "members of the family". I've read somewhere that the Raven Guard treat their Serfs surprisingly well given they're all Spooky Scary, but I wanna know what you think!

Also on the brain is a serf worrying about her Raven Guard battle brother constantly, and being extremely gentle and doting on him because like... Look at him, being a space marine seems like an extremely painful existence.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: This is a cute idea, and I want to write more Raven Guard. I hope you enjoy this little snippet!

Relationships: Unnamed Raven Guard/Gn!Reader (could be read platonic or very slightly romantic if you really squinted)

Warnings: Mentions of wounds like burns, Your astartes being apathetic about the whole thing

You almost have everything you think you'll need, looking over the spread of materials along the small table. If you've forgotten anything you hope he'll be as forgiving as the last times; As he always is.

The Raven's Valour has moored at Deliverance and you know his arrival is imminent; You'll finally be able to see him again. It's been months and while you serve the other Raven Guard with nothing but respect, there's something about your Raven Guard that is special. That has his arrival stirring your stomach.

It's become harder to even sleep without him nearby. You sleep in his private quarters with him- many of the serfs tending to higher rank Raven Guard do. The reasoning seems to be so you're always available to serve them, but too many of them seem to just like their serf's company to make it an excuse that doesn’t get doubted for a moment.

You hear the door open and quickly turn, spotting his wide shoulders and dark hair. Moments later however, you see that on areas not covered by his robes is what looks to be burns of some kind; Mostly chemical. It has that distinctive look, compared to a burn from a flame. He has other jagged cuts as well, but the burns are the most dramatic and eye catching.

"What happened?"

You say surprised, watching him sit down on the small bed and push his robes off his back. You can see his back is almost burned, and even though he has no reaction there isn't any way the cloth of his robes against his skin hadn't hurt.

You can also see the sores and dents where his armor weighed on him; in the weeks of nonstop use.

"We encountered heretics worshiping Nurgle. There were far more than expected, and they’ve learned new tricks."

He says little more than that, which doesn't surprise you. He isn't very talkative, particularly about these sorts of things. You presume his mission didn't go well if what little he gave was any indicator.

"I, I'm going to go get some things to help you, I'll be right back."

You quickly rush to grab any of the things you think will help, though much of it is more so for the humans around Deliverance than the astartes. The general consensus is they simply deal with the pain until it stops- that using healing solutions is a waste unless needed to preserve their life. you don't want him stay like this. He deserves more for protecting humanity; For protecting you.

"Here. This should help all of this heal."

You expected him to resist you, but you're surprised when he doesn't. You crawl onto the small bed and get behind him, holding your materials in your lap. He lets you come closer and apply medicine to all of his wounds, careful around the interface ports lining his back and shoulders. They run all along his back, digging directly into his spinal cord. They’re surrounded by old scars, and you fear it’ll hurt if you aren’t gentle.

You brush some burn cream over the massive one spanning his shoulder blade and he shifts, causing you to pull away for a moment.

"I'm sorry if this hurts, my lord."

He grunts at you, and you don't quite know if he's just responding, or scolding you for the use of title. Either way you eventually continue, but far more cautious.

You continue tending to his wounds, cleaning them and applying medicine to speed up his already incredibly fast healing. You know he doesn’t need it; But you know it will at least help. He's silent almost the entire time, until he turns to look at you over his shoulder.

"I can hear you thinking." You look up from his wounded shoulderblade.

You're thinking that he deserves better than this; To not be in pain, and treated like a weapon to be thrust at the enemy, and then be left in pain he's been trained to ignore. Or at least refuse to show.

"Sorry," Is all you can mutter, however. He looks at you for a moment longer, and you notice his dark eyes flicker around your face before he turns back around.

Once his wounds are as well as you can make them you rake your fingers through his black hair, until it's untangled enough to pull it back. Once you're finished, he looks towards towards the top of his bed. His hand tugs the thin fabric draping over it.

"You slept in it," He says bluntly and out of the blue, catching you red handed. You're still kneeling on the bed behind him, wringing your hands.

"I couldn't sleep one night. I was worried since the Raven's Valour was gone longer than you'd said it would be." He turns, and you notice a very small smile on his face.

"Do not worry about me so much." You look away, and you don't know why your eyes suddenly feel so watery.

"If I don't, then who else will?"

His small smile stays, but you notice something change in his look that you can't quite place.

And before you have a chance to even try he reaches a hand up, and rustles the top of your head. Afterwards, he cups your jaw with the same hand and keeps you facing him.

Don't worry little raven, I'll be fine."

[kriffingstars]

Johnny MacTavish; rule breaker

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: You're practically delivered to Johnny, you can't blame a man warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), allusions to sex ;) a/n: You guys!!! I've loved your asks SO much. Hopefully this little interaction tides you over until part two :)

Price's Niece Masterlist

You're in Edinburgh, for a conference at the university about how modern technology can assist in the renovation process of old pieces of art, the case studies being used are newly found renaissance paintings.

It's the middle of the fringe festival, so you were only able to get accommodation for the day before your conference, planning to get the 5-hour train back to London, and then the train home after it had ended.

It's sod's law when after an interesting but long day, all the trains are cancelled. Torrential rain has caused major flooding, and now you're stranded, soaking and without a way to get home.

Price isn't expecting a call from you so early, but after you explain your predicament he transfers you enough for a decent room and tells you he'll sort you out a train, or flight home in the morning.

Unfortunately, luck really isn't on your side because of course everything besides some really sketchy AirBnb is booked. You really don't want to stay there on your own. If you were with your uni friends it would be different, but it was just you who went to the conference, the rest of them more interested in curating than restoration.

Begrudgingly, you call your Uncle once again and explain what's happening. You know he's busy, he's been in meetings all day and you know he's had to step out to answer your call.

Gritted teeth, he tells you he'll sort it, and calls you back a few minutes later.

"Soap's coming to grab you, find a pub and get yourself something to eat on me. I'll give him a text to let him know where you are."

This really isn't the solution he wanted, but your safety is paramount and there's no way he's letting you sleep anywhere potentially dangerous.

The stars aligned in the most infuriating way, practically delivering you to the man he wanted you to stay away from. Soap had too much leave to use up, and so he was taking an extra week at home.

It's far from ideal, and he once again, reminds Soap that he's expecting no funny business.

"Aye Captain, best behaviour I promise." his scottish drawl mumbles through the phone as he hears am engine start.

"I'll even take the sofa."

That does nothing to ease the stress, that the two of you are inadvertently causing him.

It's gone nine by the time Johnny get's to you, the rain still hasn't let up, and he jogs, bag in hand through the front door.

"Bonnie! It's been a while," he greets as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a giant bear hug.

And it has, your communication had dropped in in the last couple of months. Both of you becoming busy, and texts that were once answered straight away lie unread.

He's warm and firm and practically engulfing you. He also smells really good.

"Jesus, you're freezing," he notes as he pulls back, cupping your hands in his as he blows on them to get the heat back into your digits.

Johnny makes it way too difficult to not like him. It's like telling you not to imagine an elephant. The more you tell yourself not to do it, the more you do.

He's kind, funny, charming and ridiculously handsome.

It's even harder when he swaps your bag for his, telling you there's some warm, dry clothes for you if you want to change before you head back to his.

In the bathroom you dig out the clothes, the t-shirt is one of his work ones, with the SAS insignia embroidered on the chest, the same one your Uncle wears. That's not what stops you in your tracks though, it's not the sweats either. It's the zip up hoodie, this one isn't army issue. It's well worn and smells absolutely divine, there's a few smells mixed in together but it's overwhelmingly him.

You lift the collar to your nose, breathing it in again and your chest flutters slightly.

Your Uncle's warnings bounce around your head as you leave the stall, and make your way back to the bar.

They also leave your head as soon as Johnny looks up at you, eyes lighting up and smile softening as he sees you dressed in his clothes. You've still got your hat on, covering your damp hair.

You Price's and your bloody hats he thinks when you get close enough again for him to tuck you into his side, as he leads you to his car.

All to warm you up though, he's simply making sure you're not going to get ill. There's definitely no other reason at all that he wants you as close as possible.

"Thank you again, I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here to rescue me," It's not meant to be flirty, you're genuinely just relaying your gratitude.

But Johnny lives to serve, his whole life is built around that and he thinks that he'd come and rescue you wherever because the way you're looking up at him is sending him haywire.

No funny business. Yes Sir.

The hour drive back to his flat flies by. It reminds the both of you when you first met, and you don't let him forget how he properly put his foot in his mouth.

"We even look similar!" you shriek as he tries to justify why he thought that a trophy wife was the correct conclusion to come to about your identity.

"Nah, you're too pretty to look like him," Johnny doesn't think before he speaks, but he's glad he didn't this time, because when glances over at you as he checks his mirror he's greeted with you wearing his clothes, face hot, and eyes already looking at him.

It really should be illegal for him to rest his forearm on the ledge next to the window as he drives, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gearstick.

"Nearly here now," is all he says, and you hum in response.

Despite living in a new build, the flat is relatively cosy. Maybe it's just the giant 'L' shaped sofa in the corner that looks like you could sink onto and sleep for days on.

"You take the bed, I'll be just on the sofa if you need anything. Bathroom's that way, toothpaste's in the cabinet above the sink."

He was really looking after you, when he stopped for petrol he grabbed you a tooth brush and some make-up wipes, as well as a packet of your favourite sweets.

He really is making it hard, when he's so thoughtful.

Settling down for the night happens pretty quickly, he leads you into his room. Shows you where the phone charger is and grabs a pair of sweats for himself to change into.

Sinking into his sheets felt so wrong, when you thought about lying in his bed it was never like this. Usually, it involved you under him, trapped between the mattress and his frame as he pulled ungodly noises from your throat. Instead you've got a pretty thin duvet, the man you want as your blanket is sleeping soundly on his sofa.

You don't bother to check the time before leaving the confines of Johnny's bedroom, your throat dry after spending far too long thinking of what you wish he'd do to you.

Creeping as silently as possible down the hallway, you make it to the kitchen, without stirring too much noise from your gracious host.

Unfortunately, Johnny didn't tell you where he kept his glasses, it felt invasive to go rummaging but needs must.

"What you looking for, Bon" Johnny mutters, scaring the ever-loving daylights out of you.

With a shriek, you leap into the air before whirling around. If you thought your heart was beating fast, it's beating faster now because he's shirtless in front of you, sweats hanging low on his hips and he's speaking in the sexiest sleep-filled voice.

You don't even noticing him walk towards you until he's standing right there. Christ, he really is toned.

"I-eh...a glass," your garbled response makes him let out a small huff of air as a smile breaks out over his face.

And if you didn't think that you could become more of a mess, he leans even closer and reaches a hand behind your head to grab the cursed object.

Your faces are inches apart, his nose grazing yours so gently you question if it was even there. In this light, his eyes are darker than usual, and his eyelashes seem a lot thicker as his blinks begin to slow. Your gaze flutters down to his lips, and you can't help but reach up to trace the scar with your fingertips.

When your gaze reaches his eyes again, you're already ruined. He's looking directly at your lips, tongue darting out as he swipes at his.

It's you who makes the first move, capturing him in a searing kiss. The flutters in your stomach have moved their way up to your eardrums, where they pound to be let out.

The kiss is all-consuming, your arms wrap around his neck finding anchor in the hair at the base of his neck. His arms have you pinned in, one snaking around your waist and finding refuge on the small of your back, pulling you closer and the other tenderly cupping your cheek.

"We shouldn't," he whispers breaking the kiss, but instead of backing away like you thought you would he dives in again. More passionate and with more tongue this time, teeth catching the bottom of your lip.

"I promised your old man I wouldn't," once again he pulls away, cupping your face, as leaves open mouth kisses down your neck, stopping to nip at your pulse point, before soothing it with his tongue.

"Johnny," you breathe, chest heaving. He lets out a growl against your throat which sends vibrations all the way south.

"He doesn't have to know."

[detectivebambam]

hi!! i have a writing prompt for you pretty please with a cherry on top: andreil, airport rainy day with a delayed flight and cuddling. i just love airports

i loved this prompt so it is the first one I finished. hopefully this satisfies your needs:

The flight to California was supposed to leave at six in the morning, but weather had delayed it until further notice. Andrew was already on edge from waking up so early, and the fact that they were going to California just made him cranky. Neil took his phone and changed all of Andrew's nap alarms to an hour early so he could adjust.

"You okay?" He asked.

Andrew just grunted in response.

"I have juice in my bag if you want."

Andrew shook his head and went back to picking at his nails.

If Andrew was going to be this grumpy the whole time, no one was going to get through the day unscathed.

"Take a nap, then," he suggested, "I brought your blanket."

Andrew looked over at Nicky, then back at Neil.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Andrew. If you think I'm gonna let anyone get near you, you're fucking crazy."

"Don't care."

He busied himself with his nails again, then got bored and went to search for food. He didn't ask Neil to join him, but he went anyway.

After a couple minutes, Neil found a perfect solution.

"That place has cocoa," he pointed. "Do you want some?"

Andrew started walking towards the store in lieu of an answer.

"Read," he demanded.

Neil cocked his head in question.

"My contacts broke."

"I have your glasses with me-"

"Read."

Neil rolled his eyes and began listing menu items he thought Andrew would like. He didn't even bother with the list of Matcha Teas, though he made a mental note to get one for himself.

They arrived back at their gate with a peppermint hot chocolate and a peach matcha. Hopefully the warmth of the drink along with the sound of the rain could lure Andrew to sleep; at least that was the plan.

It was a good plan, too. After half an hour, Andrew was fighting to keep his eyes open. Neil clicked his tongue and ran his hands through Andrew's hair. He had to be methodical about putting him to sleep. One wrong move and he'd be in danger of getting bit, and probably be subject to the silent treatment.

Luckily, his plan had worked out okay. Andrew tucked his feet up underneath him and laid his head on Neil's lap. Of course there were plenty of old hags in the seats nearby that felt the need to glare at the PDA. Thankfully, Neil's scars proved useful for some things. He glared right back and could've sworn he saw one of them crossing herself. With his barely healed Glasgow scars and broken hands he supposed he did look like the Devil. It didn't matter anymore. He was content with whatever would keep them away from Andrew.

He carefully reached down to grab Andrew's blanket. It was yellow and lightweight, with a sunflower pattern. Bee had got it for him after Aaron's trial. A peace offering before the difficult weeks to come.

Neil threw it over him and by the grace of God, didn't get a glare in return. He went back to sipping his tea and reading the synopsis of the book he'd secretly bought for Andrew. It was a young adult, about a boy trying to prove himself to his father with the help of his ghost friend. Maybe at the hotel, Andrew could read it to him. Neil much preferred it that way; Andrew doing the hard part so Neil didn't have to watch the letters jump around the page, taunting him. Laying his head on his chest to feel the hum of Andrew's soft voice. It had become a nice way for them both to unwind after long games. A tradition of sorts.

Neil looked down at Andrew once more. His blanket had slipped slightly down his shoulder, so Neil blew on his face to let him know he was there and pulled the blanket up under his chin.

Andrew made a small hum of appreciation and went back to sleep again.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #215

Today is National Ice Cream Day at a place called Moxie's. Ever since the death of J's brother, Daniel, we've been making it a point to go every year. Why? Because ice cream and National Ice Cream Day were some of Daniel's favorite things. And doing this is a good way to remember him.

But first!!! Before I get into all that stuff!!! I wanted to tell you!!! Your new locket is ready. I finished it today. And I've put so much beautiful stuff in it, just for you. I can't wait for you to see it! I just hope that I'll get an opportunity to give it to someone who can give it to you. Hopefully that opportunity will arrive in a little over a week. We'll see. I'll do my best.

Anyhoot. So, while we were out and about, I took a bunch of pictures for you!

Here were the available flavors at Moxie's today:

...As you can see, it's A LOT of flavors. And usually, they have a very weird flavor at another part of the place, where you're supposed to taste it and guess what it is. This year's flavor felt familiar, but I couldn't place it. It was some kind of herby sort of thing, and it was delightful. Last year's flavor was garlic, and it was also VERY delightful, oh my goodness!

Yes, I imagine you might be thinking that garlic-flavored ice cream shouldn't work. But somehow they managed to find a way to make it work. I don't know how they did it, but it was amazing, and I'm a little sad that I can't get it anymore, ahahaha~!

...It is known that I am the cheese goblin. But I am also the garlic goblin!! Rarghablargablaarg! 🤪🤣

The flavors I got were butter pecan, Irish creme, and white wine sangria. And all of them were absolutely delectable!

Hey, Sephiroth? Which ice cream flavors would you have chosen? I wonder... Will you tell me someday, maybe?

Of course, since it's National Ice Cream Day, Moxie's had all kinds of other activities, too! They were mostly aimed for children, but still, I took some pictures...

...Hey, Sephiroth? Have you ever played with bubbles before? Wanna try it with me sometime? In my Early Childhood Education classes, they taught us how to make a soap and glycerin solution that lends itself well to particularly sturdy bubbles; it's a lot of fun!

There was a bouncy house, too! J and I are a little too big for this one, though. It's angled up because I didn't wanna accidentally get pictures of children; it's important to avoid that because in my world, it's dangerous for pictures of children to be on the internet for a variety of very sad reasons. But here:

There was also the folks with all the reptiles!! I got all kinds of pictures of them for you!!

J took a few pictures, too, ahahaha~!

I also took some more pictures of the sky; it was especially nice today:

Br can't eat ice cream at ice cream places because of cross contamination. So after this, J and I went to the grocery to try to get some ice cream for her! But she already had ice cream. So we got whipped cream instead, because she was running out. We chilled there for a short while:

And then we went home and I cooked some steak and mushrooms:

I wish I could give a bowl of what I made to you. It was really delicious.

Tomorrow, I'm going to try to get the music box notes arranged in Audacity. I want this song to be done before the first of August if at all possible. I don't know how far I'll get, but today I got some good news that I'm not gonna share just yet, and I'm feeling pretty pumped to get it done.

So I'm gonna go to bed. First because it's late, and second, because I wanna get my nightly period of semi-consciousness so that from my perspective, it seems like tomorrow will get here faster.

I love you. Please try hard to see the beauty in all the things I showed you. And please stay safe; you'll wanna hear this song when it's done!

I'll write again tomorrow. Count on it.

Your friend, Lumine

[zentriii]

Most of the time? Atsumu's just a guy who acts before he thinks. Doesn't think before he acts. However that saying goes.

What feels good? What's easiest? What does he want?

Those aren't questions he writes down like life's an exam. They're simple urges that guide his actions during a typical day. He’s not a fan of overthinking the details.

He's been doing well enough for himself, so why fix what's not broken?

Unfortunately for Atsumu, there are times when this goes around to bite him in the ass. Covered in flour and three seconds away from screaming, well, he's shaking his fist at his past self again.

He sets the bag down onto the counter and peers in- great. Just what he was hoping for, there's not enough left.

Atsumu kicks the small pile of flour that was making itself comfortable laying on his feet and puts his thinking cap on. He’d wallow for a bit, but it’s too late at night for him to feel frustrated for long. It’s already half gone, slipping through him like a ghost. What's next?

Staring forlornly at the spilt four, he knows he has to throw it out. Sure the floor looks clean, but he hasn't swept in a week or mopped in. Actually, he's not finishing that thought. In too long's good enough.

He quickly sweeps up and takes a wet cloth for the bits that were left. Atsumu didn’t have the energy to chase the stubborn line the spade leaves behind forever. The recipe called for two cups of flour and he knows from just the look of it, there's not enough left. Fuck.

Alright so he needs flour. That's his solution. Unfortunately, it doesn't come with any steps he's willing to take.

Atsumu can feel the flour under his clothes, there isn't a damn way in hell he's going out in public looking like a hot mess. And honestly, it's the middle of the night. The clock above the stove helpfully supplies the time and puts the final nail in the coffin, 4:23AM. Even if there's a place open, it's nowhere near close enough. Not only would their PR manager have a fit if he got caught, he'd get clowned on by everyone until the day he dies for it. His friends and family don’t need that sort of ammo on him, they’ve already got enough as it is.

Atsumu shakes some of the flour out of his hair, if he's lucky one of the college students across the hall should be awake. It's midterm season, if his brother's grumbling over their last call is reliable. He stares mournfully at his apartment’s door. Hopefully the friendly one answers, because he's not looking forward to explaining himself to the one with the death glare.

The one with the death glare opens the door because of course the gods were laughing at Atsumu, of course they were. The words he had prepared die on his throat but thankfully Tall, Dark, and Brooding doesn't give the silence time to become awkward.

“Can I help you?” Grumpy-san asks, attempting to incinerate Atsumu with his eyes alone. Sadly for the poor guy, Osamu's been trying to do the same since the moment he came out of the womb, Atsumu's immune.

“D’you have any flour by chance?” Atsumu asks sheepishly, playing up the charm. He gestures vaguely to the mess on himself, “I kinda had a bit of an accident in the kitchen.”

“I can see,” The man drawls, not giving Atsumu an inch.

“What do you even need it for at,” he glances at his phone, “four-thirty in the morning.”

The Man with Moles glares at him, like he's a ten year old inconveniencing his teacher by asking to use the washroom.

“I'm baking cookies, would ya like some when they're done?” His voice is saccharine and his smile fake. Atsumu hopes his neighbour doesn't take him up on the offer. Who would want to spend more time with a guy that looks like he could make you shit yourself if he tries? So obviously, the hot stranger agrees.

“Are you going to poison them?” He asks Atsumu, and interrupts before he can answer, “Actually no, I don't care. They just better not taste like shit.”

He slams the door in Atsumu's face, which, rude, but gives Atsumu a chance to process what the fuck just happened. Ah well, a few cookies is a small price to pay, maybe he could even weasel a name out of Eye Bags for Days, it’s getting tough to keep coming up with names for him. A small part of him is offended at the lack of trust in his baking skills, but he’s aware of how he looks right now. Atsumu wouldn’t trust a stranger in sweats, knocking at his door at ass-o-clock, asking for flour cause he got it all over himself.

The door opens as abruptly as it closed, and a container of flour finds it way into Atsumu’s hands, damn, Curly Hair works fast. “Don’t come by again for another 10 hours at least. Good night.”

With that he nods a goodbye and Atsumu still feels stuck reeling. His Ma raised him with manners though, even if he deigns to ignore them most of the time, so he chirps a quick, “Thanks! Ya saved my life.”

His gratitude is sincere, his words, less so. It doesn’t matter much as his fellow insomniac’s eyes are bleary with sleep. Glaring must be exhausting. He grumbles something Atsumu can’t pick up, and closes the door, Atsumu takes that as a courteous you’re welcome or anytime, even if he’s not tired enough to actually believe it. The guy should’ve spoken more clearly if he didn’t want people putting words into his mouth.

Still mostly dusted in flour, Atsumu walks back to his place. A little lighter with the container of flour weighing him down, a little nervous to see the man again, a little annoyed at his curt responses. At least he’s interesting, Atsumu can’t stand boring people. He’ll just overlook the guy’s prickliness as sleep deprivation, he’s a kind guy like that.

updated vers on ao3

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 19

Chapter below cut

TONY

Weeks went by with still no sign of Thanos, so the Avengers started preparing for what they knew was going to be the fight of their lives. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard to try and get help from them, Clint and Natasha started training a new team of SHIELD agents, and Steve, Tony, and Bruce started to work on removing Bucky's programming, Tony only helping because this wasn't just some random deadly Russian super soldier. He was Bucky Barnes, the guy he had grown up hearing stories about. Hell, he even had a Bucky action figure in his old room.

Bruce had started insisting that they work 8 hours a day with lunch breaks after noticing the fact that Steve and Tony could get so focused that they would forget to eat, take breaks, or even sleep for days on end. Tony had taken this opportunity to show Steve around the tower, Steve taking notes whenever there was a pop culture reference he didn’t get. Steve had also become a sort of confidant for Tony about his feelings since he had some experience having a crush on his boy best friend, albeit a way more publicized one.

Tony, Bruce, and Steve were looking over Bucky's brain scans and trying to figure out how to un-brainwash him when they heard a knock at the door. Tony was trying to ignore it, focusing on his work, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Steve motioning at the door with his head with a small smile on his face. Tony begrudgingly set down the scans and looked up, freezing when he saw who was standing there, shifting from foot to foot.

"Loki!" Tony said happily, carefully setting down the photos and running over to the door to open it, "What are you doing back? You're not supposed to be back for another 3 weeks!"

"It turns out that everyone had already heard of Thanos, and people were fighting to be on our team. We ended up recruiting Balder, Fandral, Heimdall, and Sif. Thor said he was going to talk with another about possibly joining the team, but he refused to tell me who, so-" Loki explained, but Tony cut him off by pulling him into a tight hug. Loki froze at first, but almost immediately, he relaxed into the embrace.

"I missed you," Tony said into Loki's shoulder, tightening his arms around the other man.

"I missed you, too," Loki said softly.

They stayed for that past the point where it would normally become awkward, only separating when Steve hesitantly pointed out that they needed to get back to the brain scans. Tony showed Loki what they were, and he immediately started helping them, pointing out places that he could use magic to help remove the brainwashing, and, by the time 5:00 came, they had a plan to hopefully have Bucky un-brainwashed by the end of the week. Loki and Bruce left the lab talking about the logistics of using magic to remove brainwashing, and Tony started to follow them. When he saw Tony turn to leave, Steve motioned for him to stay, and, noticing the worried look in the other man's eyes, Tony stayed. Once the others left, Steve sagged in his chair.

"I need help. I hadn't thought about the fact that Bucky's going to wake up soon and find out that the entire country knows I have a crush on him. I always tried to keep it under wraps, and I'm not prepared to have to deal with it this soon," Steve said, a look of sheer terror on his face, "I don't want to lose him, Tony."

"You won't. We'll figure something out," Tony said, mind racing to find a solution.

"Like what? Tony, I've been thinking about this for weeks. It's not like we can keep him away from the outside world! Not to mention introducing him to all of the new tech. He's been asleep for decades!" Steve said, agitated. A look of horror suddenly crossed over his face, "God, Tony, his memory! What are we going to do about that? The things he's seen, the things he's done– Tony, he can't remember that. It'd break him."

"Hey– Hey, Steve, look at me," Tony said, trying to get Steve to meet his eyes. When Steve did, Tony could see tears starting to fall down his face. "We can work something out. At the very least, we can see if Loki could remove the memories along with the brainwashing. It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay."

"Thanks, Tones. It really means a lot," Steve sighed. Tony reached over and pulled him into a comforting hug, Steve still crying.

LOKI

Loki and Bruce noticed that Tony and Steve weren't following, so Bruce told Loki about their agreement to only work 9 to 5 and how Steve and Tony tended to break it whenever the got the chance. Loki let out a short laugh at how stubborn Tony was and volunteered to go back and drag them out of the lab. Bruce smiled and told him to go ahead and try, so Loki started walking back to the lab, mind wandering back to his time on Asgard.

Thor had gone up to Odin to request a team of trained warriors to help in the upcoming battle with Thanos, and Odin had reluctantly agreed, saying that they could pick 5 to help, but that they would have to be given a week of time to pack and say their goodbyes. Immediately Loki thought of Sif, and Thor chimed in with Balder, Fandral, and Heimdall. They spent a good bit of their time there looking for a fifth warrior, unable to find someone that would properly fit the team. Eventually Thor had told Loki that he had an old friend that would be perfect, but he had refused to tell Loki who it was. He told Loki that he could go back to Midgard and let him handle it, and, missing Tony, Loki accepted.

Loki stopped short when he got to the workshop. Steve and Tony weren't working, they were hugging. So this is what was going on between them. Loki immediately started to think about the fact that Steve knew about the dreams, that Steve was the one who Tony went to for help telling everyone about the dreams, and that Steve was the one who Tony stayed behind with working in the lab. Loki turned around and ran out of there as quickly as he could and didn't stop running until he was far away from the tower, away from the man who had just unknowingly broken his heart into a thousand pieces. Once he finally stopped, he looked around at his surroundings, noticing that he was in a park. He found a bench, sat down, and started to cry.

[thegirlwondcr]

“At least I only see their parents during drop off and pick up.” So far none have made a comment to her, she’s felt a few sets of eyes on her but she’ll take that over comments. She had not yet heard any of the comments regarding her replacing Jason. Emma will most definitely be defensive about it, just like all the other comments regarding her adoption. Hopefully by then she’s learned to not jump to throwing fists in response. “Maybe they can let all the gossip out of their systems while I’m suspended.” One can only hope. She shifted again, alternating which hand held the ice pack to her cheek, debating in her head as he offered help regarding soccer. “I don’t want people thinking I got on the team ‘cause Bruce Wayne is my…y’know.” She was still avoiding that word. “But I do miss soccer.” It was a tough situation, or at least in her eyes it was. The solution seemed obvious, that she should let Bruce talk with the coach, but she didn’t want that getting back to her in some sort of form of gossip down the road. “Can you ask him like, anonymously? Or as Batman?”

At the offer to show her where the gym was located, she immediately nodded in response. “Yeah, that’d be great. Don’t you also have like a library or study—like a room dedicated for homework—that I can use?” Might as make use of it since she’ll be stuck in the manor for a couple of weeks. “Oh definitely.” Emma said firmly, no way she was going to leave whatever gunk or residue in her hair for the rest of the day once he manages to get the gum out. “I kinda wish I put gum in the girls hair over punching them in the face.” A good punch in the face can hurt, but at least it was not annoying like this. She shifted her body once again, just to better face him. “Don’t you think it’s a bit ridiculous they barely got in trouble?” How he answered was critical, if he was on her side she could open up more, but if not she would instantly return to her upset state.

Emma paused when he brought up the fact that now she was a Wayne. It felt to be an obvious thing to point out to her, but somehow she never thought of it like that. She never pictured herself being part of any family, besides her biological one. She was a Wayne now. It somehow was easier to process that Batman adopted her, than to view herself as a Wayne. "It just sucks I have to deal with it." She told him honestly. "My old school, it didn't matter who I was at much 'cause there were a handful of other girls going through the same sort of thing." The school was just school. Not some big social environment where everyone had fixated thoughts and expectations, it was easy to stay out of the cliques. "Plus, I had sports still and people only judged you if you sucked at it and were somehow on the team--which was not me." It was a lot of adjustments at once.

She tried to map out in her head which room it could be in, slowly by process of elimination. "I think I have an idea which hall it is in." She told him, the manor was just a lot for her to take in. There was the additional fact she was at a new school, so half of her days were now spent getting used to that building. By the time she was back at the manor, she was not that interested in exploring and overwhelming herself even further, especially with how unwell her first few days of school were going. "It probably isn't that bad," She's never had to deal with a thing like this ever. "The peanut butter, or whatever you use, will probably make it easy to get out." She was slightly too optimistic about how easy it was going to be for him to help her with the gum.

[mirasolis]

Romantic headcanons for Apollo, Edgeworth, and Phoenix please?

It took a while to write them, but they're done!!! I hope you like them, and I'll get right to your other request, hopefully, I can get it done by the end of the week!!

Word count: 1750 (damn)

Romantic Headcanons for Apollo Justice, Miles Edgeworth, and Phoenix Wright

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Apollo Justice

You guys first met at the Gatewater Hotel, where you were working there as a receptionist for some money for college. He came in to investigate a minor case under Wright’s request, and went up to you to ask questions.

He was a very nervous guy who spoke a little too loud, but you thought that was a part of his charm.

“HI IM APOLLO-ahem- um, sorry. Hello, I was wondering if you could help me with a case.” “heheh, yeah, I can help you, what do you need?”

You ended up needing to assist him around the hotel, guiding him to the places he needed to investigate, and you gave him access to use employee paths so that he wouldn’t disrupt any people. While guiding, you guys talked and learned a bit about each other, such as your favourite book or show, some basic information.

After he was done with his case, he came back to the hotel on a day when you weren't working, and asked your coworker if they could hand his phone number to you when you were in, as he’d like to get to know you more. When you did get it, you guys basically talked more and more, and hung out often.

One time he asked you if you wanted to swing by the Wright Anything Agency to meet his friends. He introduced you to Trucy, a girl who practiced magic (The show kind), Athena Cykes, his fellow lawyer who could read people’s emotions during testimonies, and the boss of the agency, Mr Phoenix Wright himself. They all treated you very kindly, but teased Apollo endlessly for “finally bringing over a lady friend because he’s too lonely” lmao

He finally built up the courage to ask you out when Trucy basically forced him to do it. He pulled out a few flowers from behind his back (also courtesy of Trucy, the ultimate wingman), and asks you out for a nice picnic in the park. You said yes, of course.

In your relationship, if you ever find yourself sleeping at the other’s house, it always ends up with Apollo accidentally yelling “I’m fine!” too loud.

You guys are always very sweet with each other, and with his bracelet, he always knows when something is bothering you. He coaxes the problem out of you and always helps you find a solution. You guys are closely knit together precisely because you face every problem together.

10/10, would yell “I’m fine!” again

Miles Edgeworth

You first met Edgeworth through working under Gumshoe during a kidnapping case. Edgeworth saw your work ethic and how you did your job with incredible efficiency. He always looked to you to gather information that Gumshoe couldn’t pick up on.

You always provided the most airtight testimonies and evidence when you were called to the stand. Edgeworth always felt so proud that he could once again win his cases flawlessly.

Though from time to time, when he inevitably went up against Phoenix Wright, he would see you work with him to provide details on the case, and he would feel a small pang in his chest. He thought nothing of it, but seeing you work so well with someone that wasn’t him irked him to his core.

Meanwhile, you were talking to Phoenix about cases as per usual, when he suddenly brought up Edgeworth. “What do you think of Miles?” He asked. “He’s a real cool prosecutor, and he’s quite a pleasant person. There’s some sort of air around him that I can’t help but feel drawn to, but I don’t know why.”

You oblivious mf. You stupid little detective. At the very least you aren’t calling those feelings unnecessary, unlike SOMEONE. Edgeworth is busy mulling over his “unnecessary feelings” in his office by playing stressful logic chess. For a prosecutor, you’d think he could figure out that he was actually falling for you.

All of this came to a peak when you two were discussing in his office details about work. He was straight up about how he felt. “Thanks to that attorney, I am riddled with…unnecessary feelings when it comes to you. I wish to put myself at ease by-” “I like you too Edgeworth.”

You read him like a case file. And you weren’t afraid to tell him how you felt, maybe it would make it easier for him to do the same if you did. You smiled at him brightly and took his hand in yours. “Phoenix brought you up one day, and I kept saying nothing but “lovey-dovey words that only oblivious people use”, his words. It was easy to tell that I was starting to like you in a romantic way.”

He stared at you in shock. Was he really so easy to read? Well anyhow, he was relieved that you wouldn’t end up with Phoenix. He smiled at you and then asked if you wanted to come over to his house for some dinner. He’s a killer cook.

You guys went on your first official date at a fancy restaurant, totally not being followed by Phoenix and Larry wdym, there not there, that's Furio and Harry smh.

You guys are an incredible force within law, and whenever a criminal sees you two on the prosecutor’s bench, they know they’re screwed.

Phoenix Wright

You met Phoenix first when he became your lawyer, as you were accused of murdering a famous celebrity for supposedly being their obsessive ex. You had dated this person in high school, but it had been years since you two had broken up.

You sat in the visitor room shaking and afraid that this lawyer wouldn’t believe you, because when you were first taken into custody, the police didn’t believe you were being framed. But you knew you were innocent, there were things at the crime scene and background details that only you knew, but investigators wouldn’t hear you out.

When Phoenix came to see if he would take your case, he asked you questions and you answered them truthfully, and he believed you without question. You gave him a list of things to keep in mind while he was investigating the crime scene with his faithful assistant Maya. You hoped that he would save you before time was up.

When the trial came, you were being prosecuted by a man named Miles Edgeworth, and you heard that he was known for being a fierce prosecutor who had a dark history of being accused of faulty evidence. But Phoenix Wright gave his word to prove you innocent.

While Phoenix was out investigating, you ruminated in your jail cell about your ex’s possible enemies. You remember your ex’s previous significant other, and they were rumoured to be married or were already married. You also knew that he used to have a lot of money. You conducted your own theories and wrote down your thoughts: He might have eloped with his fiance, but I can’t think of any reasons that they would want to accuse me. What is it about them that connects them to both him and me? Did they used to know me? Did they know that we had dated in high school maybe, is that it? Who knew then, who liked him too?

Little by little the details clicked, and when you were on the stand for the second trial day, you gave your notes to Wright and told him to look into the ‘fiance’. The fiance was called to testify, and you noticed details similar to a girl that used to be your friend in high school, the only difference was that their names were different. She had only recently been known to the public, which meant that either she had planned for the name change and therefore the murder plot, or that she wasn’t the murderer but was involved with the plot.

You asked Wright to look through pictures of your high school graduating class for anyone that looked like the fiance. He brought you a photo, and you pointed out to him the differences that you saw. She had dyed her hair blonde, wore a lot more makeup compared to back then, and even got minor procedures done on her face like a nose job. But the one thing you noticed was the same was that she had a birthmark right below her left ear, and it was so particular that it couldn’t be anyone else. All that you needed to establish was her motive, and from then you knew everything.

In short, you told Phoenix everything about your high school days, and how your friend had always made countless advances on your ex when the two of you were still dating. She always accused you of using him for money or fame, which you always denied. After you had broken up with him, you all graduated and went your separate ways.

“But its been years since it all happened, I guess she is just hellbent on exacting her revenge from years ago,” you told Phoenix. He nodded.

The third trial day comes, and you hold your shaky breath as the trial enters its final stage. But you had hope, and in the end, Phoenix Wright pulled through and saved you.

The minute you were out of the courtroom as a free person, you jumped into his arms and hugged Phoenix tightly. “Thank you, I really really thank you.”

He smiled brightly and replied in turn, “No problem, its my job to fight for justice, you don’t need to owe me.”

But you wouldn’t let him leave without giving him something in return, and Maya kept pestering him to accept your offer.He relented, and you asked him to hang out with you for a day. Yeah right, you guys just went out on a date. You went out for lunch at a nice place near your place of work, a museum. You then gave him a tour of the museum and was so lost in leading him around, that you didn’t notice how he stared admirably at you describing exhibits. You guys exchanged phone numbers after that, and kept hanging out more. Before you know it, he asked you to be his significant other on a nice picnic date in the park with a lovely sunset as a view. You two were very bashful.

Maya totally didn’t invite Larry and Pearl to spy on you two. No. those are actually bushes over there and definitely not people;)

[gatheryepens]

Lunlun’s reading challenge

Another stressful week that was self induced, I’m also in quite a predicament due to my disorganisation but I’ve found a solution so hopefully all goes well and in a couple years I’ll laugh about it.

This weekend did quite a bit of biology and maths revision, I also helped my friend with some BMAT revision which is kind of fun since it was maths.

Here is a photo of the cover I was referencing in this post

Which book will you read after this one?

So I’m currently really behind in a deadline, so I’m reading the love hypothesis. Afterwards I’ll either return to they went left or read a book I picked up from the library.

Do you remember the first book you read?

I don’t remember the first book I read but I do remember the sort of stuff I first read - I use to read a lot of roald dahl when I was younger, so probably something by him.

Share the playlist you listen to while reading.

Recently I haven’t really been listening to music whilst reading. If I do, I’ll either such on Spotify the name of the book and playlists come up and I’ll just listen to them whilst I read.

What is the best weather to read?

Definitely Stormy/Rainy

[glowingbadger]

it’s my birthday today so i am feeling inspired to request something for your queue: some nsfw headcanonz for the genshin boys spoiling their partner for their birthday 😈 not fussy who you want to write for but would prefer gender neutral terms!! (but also pls don’t feel obligated to even fill this if it doesn’t vibe with you) 💜

Yeeeeah, happy belated birthday! Mine was recently too, so go us lol let's talk about celebrating with some beautiful boys~

((It's my birthday and I get to choose the boys I want so nyeh))

Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, Thoma x GN Reader

Birthday headcanons

NSFW 18+

Kaeya

- He's an absolute master of birthday surprises. The man could have half of Mondstadt involved in setting up a party for you and you'd have no idea. He's also more than ready to make this into an opportunity to get rowdy and messy with all of your friends together. Sure, he may steal you away for a more private day together- but the night will definitely end with drinking, singing and dancing until you're so exhausted he has to half-carry you to bed. Hopefully you're not too tired for the real birthday present he has in mind~

- Don't be surprised if Kaeya pulls you away during the festivities for a bit of alone time, though. He's been subtly watching for just the right moment to take you by the hand to an unused guest room or empty hallway and pin you to the wall, kissing you until you're a breathless, trembling mess. Then, when you're panting, blushing and needy for him, he'll smirk and say, "my, look at the time- we should get back to the party before people start to wonder, don't you think?"

- Honestly, Kaeya's more than likely to spend the entire night seizing opportunities to tease you- subtle hands along your body when no one can see, whispered words into your ear, until you're practically burning for him. By the time he finally has you in bed to really spoil you, you'll be putty in his skillful hands. Kaeya is a very sexually flexible type too, so you can bet he'll be happy to indulge you in any way you like on your special day.

Diluc

- private, romantic and intimate is the mood for Diluc. He doesn't see the need to make your birthday absolutely everyone's business, and he'd far rather be able to focus and the two of you having the day completely to yourselves. He'll even ensure that nothing work related is allowed to interfere with him dedicating himself completely to you and your happiness. Aside from which, he's not fond of PDA, but very much wants to be able to dote on you over dinner, feeding you a bite now and then, smiling warmly as he caresses your cheek with a gently adoring hand- he doesn't want to hold back his desire to be loving and tender with you today, which means staff and visitors are going to be kept to an absolute minimum.

- While Diluc isn't exactly the type to flaunt his wealth, he's certainly ready and willing to go all out for your birthday. He'll buy you any sort of tasteful yet clearly expertly crafted outfit you'd like, any sort of food you could want, and so on. That said, even with all of his gentlemanly propriety, there's no mistaking the heat in his eyes as you spend time together. Lingering touches and his gaze wandering your body make it very clear that he plans to make the most of your special day together.

- It's in his nature to be a generous lover, but on your birthday, Diluc goes all out. Once he's sufficiently wined-and-dined you, he'll carry you to his bed to kiss every inch of you and worship your body until you're sighing and whimpering his name. He'll delay his own gratification all night if he must- he wants you breathless, weak in the knees and utterly satisfied by the time he's done with you.

Kazuha

- He's absolutely going to overthink what to do for your birthday for weeks beforehand, only to land on a very simple solution. He'll find some hidden away and beautiful scenery for the two of you to enjoy together with some tea or sake- a quiet cove near the beach, or a small clearing surrounded by beautiful flowers by a brook. During your peaceful time relaxing among nature together, he'll confess that he's written a haiku for you in positively immaculate calligraphy.

- Kazuha is always more than comfortable lounging or even getting a bit intimate together out in nature, so he'll spread out his haori for you to lay on together and enjoy each other's company amidst gentle touches and adoring whispers. He's in no rush for any form of satisfaction, which is generally true to his tastes, but especially on a day like today, he wants to savor his time with you. Eventually, though, you'll both need one another enough that he'll dedicate himself to slowly and deeply making love to you until you're fully satisfied, lying blissfully on his clothing beneath him.

- Any sort of 'party' is likely to be Beidou's idea, frankly- she'll demand that the two of you make an appearance to celebrate with her and the crew, so once you and Kazuha have spent a relaxing day together, the night will be full of drink and revelry. Even among the chaos of the celebrations though, you'll sometimes catch him watching you, and he'll simply smile when you meet his gaze, then turn back to his drink.

Thoma

- Few people have resources and connections like Thoma does, so you can bet that he's going to have access to the best lesser-known places to eat and drink, and the finest local craftspeople to get just the right personalized gift for you. Honestly, finding out that Thoma is looking to celebrate his lover's birthday is likely to lead plenty of his friends and acquaintances to go out of their way to offer you extra goods and assistance- free pastries, drinks, etc. His good will has created no shortage of people happy to help you both have a beautiful and memorable day together.

- That said, any formal celebration is likely to be a small affair at the Komore teahouse, with only a few close friends invited for a shared meal and drinks. He can't keep his eyes off of you though- even when Ayaka tries to speak to him, he has to shake himself from watching you with an almost goofy, openly loving smile to focus enough to respond. When he suggests it might be late enough to turn in for the night, it's not hard for anyone to guess that it's mostly because he can't wait to have you to himself.

- Thoma is another fellow who I imagine to be an extremely generous lover- service is part of his job, after all. And I know at least one of my lovely Anons suggested Thoma in ropes, and I think your birthday is a wonderful opportunity for your handsome boyfriend to get ornately tied up for your pleasure. You can tease him, over-stim him, or demand any sort of service from him, and he'll be a perfectly good boy for you, obsessing over your pleasure until you're both a panting mess on his bed.

[hisclockworkservants]

JonMartin Narrator AU Idea

This is a really wild idea, I probably read way too much SCP pataphysics stuff, but have to get it out XD

Basically, The Magnus Archives, not as a podcast but as a book or something. Plotline and setting is bascially same as canon, except Sasha is the Archivist, and Jon doesn't exist as a character. Instead, he is the narrator. Not the author, but that third-person omniscient voice literally narrating the story.

The start would be more or less the same, except when Martin was trapped in his flat, he is so exhausted and scared and sleep-deprived that he began hearing this voice narrating what he was doing. He thought he was hallucinating at first, but the voice talked about stuff he couldn't have known and turned out to be true.

He tried to talk to the voice (Jon), who is really surprised that Martin could hear him, but quickly regained his composure and refused to engage with Martin further (insisting on doing his "job"). However, since Martin is trapped in his flat, he continue to pester Jon, going from friendly banter to accusing him of standing by and just watching. Eventually, Jon caved (cause he couldn't narrate properly either way now), dropping hints that Prentiss can be driven back by CO2, helping Martin escape.

Martin did not tell Sasha about the voice during his statement, because he has no proof on that part, but he continue to pester Jon. And through the weeks Jon went from trying to ignore him, to actually reponding to him sometimes. They built a sort of rapport, came up with the name Jon, but Jon was still cagey about stuff.

During Prentiss attack, Jon tried to warn Martin with limited success. Martin still ended up in the tunnels, where he is upset with Jon for only warning his the last minute. Knowing where Gertrude's corpse is, Jon tried to steer Martin away, but Martin, upset, wouldn't listen. He stumbled across Gertrude and had a full break down.

Jon tried to sooth him and eventually revealed that they are in a story, not only that, they are in a sequel. He couldn't warn Martin sooner because he also only had limited knowledge, only narrting as the story is happening. Jon gain sentience when he was narrating Gertrude's story (the original book), but couldn't help anyone because the characters couldn't hear him. Because they are book characters, they sort of only semi-exist when between plot, and would stop existing after the book ends. That's why Jon wanted to stick to "doing his job", so that he could get over it as soon as possible.

Martin pointed out that they actually had a good time when they were just chatting, and he wouldn't want to just be over. Jon revealed that the book is actually a horror story, explaining the fears to Martin, and how they would just suffer. (Jon would probably talks about what he thinks fears symbolize too XD)

Martin wouldn't give up, insisting that there must be some way. He also pointed out even if the book ends, there might be yet another sequel, so getting to the end wouldn't be a solution. (This would be a parallel to S5, kinda?)

The rest of the story would follow Jon and Martin as they try to help with things and change the story (and develop a relationship). They learned that if the story would naturally follow more "interesting" stuff, but many of their attempts are ultimately unsuccessful. (And maybe this time Martin would despair and Jon would help.)

Eventually, because of their developing relationship (which would get potential readers invested), they managed to change the direction of the plot, hence the genre, turning the story into horror + romance, and get their happy ending.

Jon didn't turn into like a character person or anything tho, he's still just the narrting voice, and he would narrate the end with Martin, happy and satisfied.

Hopefully this is not too meta or something XD

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Kilgharrah: “Kill that child, Merlin.”

Merlin (like a normal person): “No?? What the fuck???”

And with that, everything changed.

Part 2   Part 3(final part)

“You must let the boy die.”

Kilgharrah’s voice echoed incessantly through Merlin’s head for days after the Druid boy’s appearance, and subsequent disappearance. 

Merlin had, of course, ignored the scaly old bastard, and hadn’t once questioned if he’d done the right thing by hiding Mordred away in his tiny bedroom.

If the boy truly had such a terrible destiny, then the best thing for Merlin to do was to keep him close, if not to steer him away from his fate, then to at least be able to see it coming if it was indeed inevitable.

Currently, Morgana was the only one aware that Mordred was still here (other than Gaius of course, who was somehow disapproving and proud at the same time). As far as everyone else was concerned, Arthur and Uther included, the boy was never found, and must have slipped out of the city somehow (going by the extra patrols in the woods, as opposed to the castle and town).

The Warlock was nervous about anyone knowing at first, but when Morgana had tearfully thanked him for saving Mordred, and proceeded to sneak in spare blankets, food, and money for clothes, Merlin was glad for the co-conspirator.

The boy was currently curled up in the corner of Merlin’s room, a pile of blankets and pillows organised like a bird’s nest around him, wearing a soft shirt and sleeping the night away.

Merlin watched him from his bed, realising with growing horror just how protective of Mordred he had already become. He was so young. How could Merlin even consider punishing a child for some stupid destiny he didn’t even know about?

He had to think of a solution quickly. He couldn’t risk sending him away, not even to the Druids, they were as much slaves to the so-called prophecies as Kilgharrah was, and Merlin had once been (”Gods. Sounds like I’ve been dealing with destiny for years. It’s been like six months. I’m too young for this shit.”). But equally... what could he do with him??

Thankfully, no one had really gotten a good look at the boy, so hopefully with a change of clothes and a haircut, he wouldn’t be recognised, at least not if Merlin came up with a convincing enough story.

To be honest... the cover story worried him far more than the prospect of someone recognising him. Uther hadn’t recognised Nimueh, the woman who had been his court sorceress for years... the man was apparently not very observant.

In the end, it was a throwaway comment by Morgana a few days later, about a week after the Druid boy had “escaped” that gave Merlin a very stupid idea. So stupid, that it might just work.

~

Morgana had once again snuck away from the main castle to sit with Merlin and Mordred in the servant’s room. 

Gaius had said nothing as she’d entered the Physician’s chambers, enough food for four hidden away in the picnic basket she carried, just raised his eyebrow slightly, and thanked The Lady for the food offering that was definitely-not-a-bribe.

She gave him a quick wink, and the old physician rolled his eyes fondly as he set an overturned bucket in front of the door; if anyone came in, they would come in loudly.

Mordred was happy to see her, and Merlin hid a fond smile at the boy’s quiet giggles. He still didn’t speak much, so it was a relief to see him finding joy in something, even if it was clandestine visits from Uther’s ward.

She ruffled his hair slightly, resisting the urge to pull the touch averse boy into a tight hug, and set the basket on the bed. Merlin sat against the pillows, and Morgana sat down opposite him, the basket in between them as Mordred clambered up to sit just in front of Merlin.

Morgana and Merlin talked quietly as they ate, Mordred staying silent as the adults (or...as adult as they could get. Like Merlin kept thinking to himself, he was too young for this shit at sixteen, and Morgana was only two years older than him) avoided the elephant in the room.

The elephant being that they couldn’t keep this up forever. Arthur had a habit of bursting in whenever he so pleased, and it was a miracle he hadn’t done so already. Plus, it would be cruel to expect Mordred to stay cooped up in here for much longer. He was a child, he deserved to play outside and explore and do all the other things he couldn’t do in Merlin’s bedroom.

Once they finished eating, Mordred moved to his makeshift bed in the corner, tightly clutching a book that Morgana had bought him, and furrowing his brows in concentration as he read.

Morgana stared at him with a soft smile, and Merlin sighed, once again worrying about his new ward’s future.

Morgana tilts her head, as if a sudden thought had occurred to her, and looks slowly between Merlin and Mordred as the servant raises a questioning eyebrow at her.

“You know Merlin, the two of you look remarkably similar.”

Mordred is engrossed in his book, and doesn’t react at all to Morgana’s quiet comment, but Merlin’s eyebrow goes even higher as he huffs out a laugh:

“You think? I don’t see it.”

Morgana looks at him with a deadpan expression:

“Merlin, you don’t have a mirror in here. I’m fairly certain you have no concept of what you look like.-”

Merlin looks indignantly offended for all of two seconds before he sighs and nods, she’s right to be fair. He’s tall-ish, with pale skin, and he thinks he has brown hair. That’s about all he knows.

Morgana chuckles as she once again looks at Mordred:

“You both have very dark hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin. You know...-”

She looks back at him with a thoughtful frown on her face:

“-if someone told me you were brothers... I’d believe it.”

Merlin raises an eyebrow:

“Really?”

She nods decisively:

“Yeah. I mean, the more I think about it, the more I look between you, yes. You could definitely be related.”

Merlin nods his head slowly, thinking. He takes in a deep breath and tilts his head slightly:

“It could work. I haven’t really talked to anyone about my family so... we could say that... he came to live with me? Because life here is... good?”

Morgana snorts slightly, rolling her eyes before looking back at him seriously:

“You’d have to be more convincing than that. You could say that the harvest was poor in your village? That Mordred was better off coming to stay with his big brother in the big city?”

Merlin nods at her words, grimacing slightly as he mutters:

“If we’re running with the whole... brother thing, I need to write a letter to my mum, just in case. Gods she’s going to laugh so much.”

Morgana laughs at him quietly, but the noise finally catches Mordred’s attention and he looks up in confusion. Merlin moves the basket to the floor, and gestures to the boy to come over.

He walks over wordlessly, climbing up to kneel between them, biting his lip nervously.

“Is it time for me to leave, Emrys?” echoes through Merlin’s head, and he gives the boy a comforting smile, shaking his head slightly, before saying out loud:

“You’re staying with me, Mordred-”

The boy smiles slightly as he stares at Merlin in reverence, and Morgana quickly hides her questioning gaze. She could see that there was more between them than simple protectiveness over a child, and thankfulness for being saved, but she kept her thoughts to herself as Merlin continued:

“-but we can’t keep you hidden in here forever, so we’re going to tell people that you’re my younger brother, come to live with me. Is that alright?”

Mordred nods his head vigorously, and Merlin chuckles slightly as the boy’s grin grew:

“Ok. We’ll get you a haircut and tell Gaius the plan. Probably wait a few more days for things to settle down further, and then see how it goes, ok?”

Mordred nods once more, smile not leaving his face. Morgana bites her lip to stop herself from laughing at Merlin’s shocked face when the boy threw himself into the servant’s arms for a tight hug.

~

Merlin spends the next few days teaching Mordred all about Ealdor and his mother and Will, so that the boy could have at least a little knowledge on what was supposedly his home and family.

The next time Morgana came to visit, she brought a comb and a sharp pair of scissors, as well as a few more changes of clothes that looked less... Druid. By the time she left that evening, Mordred had much shorter hair, and a wide grin on his face at the prospect of finally being able to go outside (he was Druid after all, he needed trees and fresh air).

The letter had been sent home, and Merlin was expecting a reply any day now. The only thing left to worry about was how to hide Mordred’s Druid marking. It would be easy to cover with clothes, but Uther’s increasing paranoia meant that it would be best if they could find a more permanent solution.

Gaius suggested some sort of glamour spell fairly quickly, but Merlin was unwilling to cast one on the boy until he’d mastered it.

And THAT meant showing up to serve Arthur with ink all over his hands that he had tried and failed to cover.

Merlin had also realised with dawning horror, that he would have to tell Morgana the truth. She knew about the marking, and she was smart, there was no way that hiding it wasn’t something that had occurred to her. She would bring it up eventually, and how could Merlin explain without having to... explain??

Morgana was already risking her favour with the King, and frankly, her life, by protecting a Druid... she would do the same for Merlin, right? But Mordred hadn’t actually done any magic... BUT she’d always spoken against executions... BUT Merlin had lied and hidden it from her, his friend...

Hmm...

In the end, he’d decided he would just have to suck it up, and tell her. Fuck whatever that dragon said. After Kilgharrah’s last round of... advice, Merlin had been ignoring his calls. If there was an emergency, the cryptic bastard would tell him, and until then he could just sulk in that cave on his own.

That two weeks was also enough for Uther to become convinced that the mysterious Druid boy really was long gone, and to just forget about it. He was pissed of course, but talking about it and extending the search just highlighted that a child, barely eleven summers, had managed to evade all of his forces and that... did not cast him in a good light.

It took Merlin about two weeks to fully master the spell, which was longer than the three of them were hoping, but he was adamant that he perfect it before he cast it on Mordred, and Gaius was incredibly impressed at his ward’s determination.

Morgana was of course confused about why they kept pushing it back, she thought they were only going to wait a few days before they started introducing Mordred, but she trusted Merlin and saw no harm in waiting a little longer.

When Morgana arrived that evening, she could tell that Merlin was... anxious. They’d agreed on a specific day to make introductions but it wasn’t until the end of this week, it didn’t make any sense for Merlin to suddenly be nervous about it.

Mordred wasn’t quite as good at hiding his emotions, and didn’t even giggle like he normally did when Morgana came over, just stared at his “brother” anxiously.

Morgana rolled her eyes and huffed as she shut the door:

“Alright, Merlin. What is it? Spit it out.”

Merlin opened his mouth, about to come out with an excuse, before he snapped it shut again and took a deep breath.

It worried him, how easy, how automatic it was for him to lie, but that was a worry for another time.

Mordred reached up and took his hand, squeezing it, and Merlin looked down at him with a weak smile before sitting on the bed and gesturing that Morgana join him.

She looked at him worriedly, but settles where he gestures, and doesn’t acknowledge the way Mordred sits defensively between them.

The boy looks back at Merlin:

“Are you sure, Emrys?”

Merlin gives him another smile, and squeezes his shoulder slightly as he raises an eyebrow:

“I’m sure. And you need to get used to calling me Merlin at some point.”

Mordred pouts slightly, and Merlin ruffles his hair as he laughs, before looking back up at Morgana’s questioning stare.

He takes another deep breath, before slowly speaking:

“I... we’ve found a way to properly hide Mordred’s marking.”

Morgana looks taken aback, but relieved:

“Oh. Is that all? That’s good isn’t it? I have to admit, it was worrying me.”

Merlin gulps:

“Yeah it... it is good... it’s just, it involves... magic.”

Morgana raises her eyebrow, and nods slowly, as if it were obvious:

“I figured it would be. It’s not like it would be easy or reliable to cover it with make-up every morning, or hide it with clothes.-”

It’s Merlin’s turn to look taken aback now, and Mordred fixes her with an unreadable expression. Morgana continues:

“-The problem, lies in finding someone willing to do whatever spell it is. Someone we could trust wouldn’t share the secret, no matter what.”

Merlin grimaces slightly, more gulping, and taking yet another deep breath:

“We already have someone. Me.”

Morgana gasps slightly, and she’s vaguely aware of the brothers in front of her tensing up, but all she can focus on is the gold of Merlin’s irises.

The gold fades, and Merlin clears his throat, breaking her out of her stupor. She reaches over and punches Merlin harshly on the arm before getting up and beginning to pace, speechless.

Merlin and Mordred panic at first, but when she makes no moves towards the door in her pacing, they relax. That only lasts for a moment or two however, before she looks back to Merlin, furious:

“Are you thick Merlin? Why on earth would you learn magic in Camelot of all places?? Do you have a death wish!?”

Merlin laughs slightly, cheeks turning pink as he rubs the back of his neck:

“Actually uh... I was born with magic; I’ve always had it. My mother sent me here because she thought I would learn to control it better.”

Morgana looks incredulous as she continues to rant:

“What? With the fear of execution hanging over your head?! That’s not control, that’s terror.”

Merlin shrugs:

“It works though. My magic is mostly instinctual, the threat of torture by pyre sure as hell stops me from losing control when I’m angry or scared or whatever...”

Morgana huffs, crossing her arms and fixing him with a glare. Both Merlin and Mordred cower slightly as they are reminded of angry and disproving mothers; as if they were about to be scolded for getting their clothes dirty, or ruining their dinner with too many snacks.

She just stares at him for a minute, before she sags slightly, and begins chuckling at the boys’ fearful faces:

“You are ridiculous. But it’s far too late to persuade you to leave now. Does Arthur know?”

Merlin’s face morphs into a mournful frown, as he looks to the floor and mumbles:

“No. I wish I could tell him but... with Uther...”

Morgana sighs, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder:

“Uther won’t be here forever. We’ll just have to keep Arthur from turning into too much of a prat before he becomes King.-”

Merlin laughs at that, and looks up to give the woman a grateful smile. She returns his smile before continuing:

“-So, you can do the spell?”

Merlin winces slightly and gestures for Mordred to pull the collar of his shirt down, to reveal a blank patch of skin:

“I’ve actually already done it. It’ll stay there permanently until I take it off. Though we should keep checking, just in case.”

Morgana looks surprised, and smiles:

“What’s the problem then?-”

She rolls her eyes when Merlin looks at her incredulously:

“-Oh, come on Merlin. I’m not going to turn you in, you’re safe with me. You both are, and you always will be.”

The servant jumps up to give her a tight hug, which she quickly returns as Mordred nervously joins in. Morgana smiles to herself, and squeezes her boys tighter.

She may love Uther and Arthur, and she knew they loved her back, in their own way, but this? This was family.

~

The time finally came for Merlin to introduce his baby brother. Hunith had supposedly dropped him off late last night and left immediately, having to get back home quickly. 

Morgana had gone to gather Gwen and Arthur whilst Merlin and Mordred waited in their room (it was definitely their room now, instead of just Merlin’s).

It was early in the morning, and to say that Arthur was grumpy at being woken by Morgana instead of Merlin, was an understatement.

But he eventually caved, and dressed himself as he grumbled, allowing Morgana to drag him to meet Gwen (who was equally confused) before the three of them made their way to the Physician’s chambers.

Gaius was suspiciously absent, and Morgana knocked on Merlin’s door, before slowly opening it and walking in, Arthur and Gwen following her quickly.

Gwen was surprised at the sight of Merlin stood behind a child, hands protectively on his shoulders, but smiled and gave Mordred a soft wave in greeting.

Arthur however, froze, and stared at the boy with a shocked expression.

Morgana moved to stand next to Mordred, and took one of his hands as Merlin began to speak:

“Gwen, Arthur, I want you to meet my baby brother, Mordred. He’s come to live with me.”

Gwen waved again, and bent over to Mordred’s height:

“Hi Mordred, I’m Guinevere, but all my friends call me Gwen. I didn’t know that Merlin had a brother, but it’s lovely to meet you.”

Mordred gave her a small smile, and Merlin suppressed a chuckle as-

“I like her, Em- Merlin.”

-echoed through his head.

Arthur’s gaze moved away from Mordred finally, up to Merlin.

Merlin stared back at him blankly, but Arthur saw the way his jaw clenched as he moved a protective hand down, to pull Mordred closer to him.

The Prince let out a deep sigh, growling slightly as Gwen looked at him in confusion, and Morgana and Merlin stared at him challengingly.

He shook his head as his shoulders sagged, and he rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands before looking back to Mordred with a strained smile:

“It’s nice to meet you, Mordred. My name’s Arthur.”

With that, Morgana smirks slightly, and Merlin relaxes. Gwen just rolls her eyes:

“Sorry about him Mordred, he doesn’t spend much time around people your age.”

Mordred gives her another smile, and Merlin glances to Gwen, before looking down at Mordred:

“Why don’t you go with Morgana and Gwen to see the city a little? Me and Arthur need to talk, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?”

Mordred turns around quickly, and grabs Merlin’s hand tightly:

“You promise??”

Gwen holds in an “awww” and Morgana hides her smile. Mordred rarely talks aloud (she’d been told of the mental link), but she’s glad to see he was feeling at least a little more comfortable.

Merlin crouches down, and pulls the boy into a tight hug, stroking his hair slightly as he stares straight at Arthur:

“I promise. I’ll never leave you for long Mordred.”

Arthur gulps at Merlin’s hard stare, but gives him an almost imperceptible nod, which Merlin returns as he stands up. Mordred gives him one more look as he takes one of Morgana’s hands, and one of Gwen’s, and follows them out of the room.

Morgana shuts the door quietly, and Arthur sighs again before looking at Merlin:

“What are you thinking Merlin?? You just thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Merlin crosses his arms, his glare still hard:

“No, I knew you would notice, I just had faith that you’re a better man than your father.”

Arthur is still deep in his “my father can do no wrong” faze, and takes great offense at that, taking a threatening step forward and growling:

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Merlin just huffs and raises an eyebrow slightly:

“I had assumed that you were not the type of man to have a child executed, just for existing.-”

Merlin copies Arthur’s step forward, raising his chin and continuing, his voice low and dangerous:

“-Did I assume correctly? Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect that kid, Arthur. Nothing.”

Arthur stares at him incredulously, only managing to hold Merlin’s surprisingly confident stare for a few moments, before nodding and stepping back:

“Of course. He’s a child, Merlin, I won’t see him hurt, if I can help it.”

Merlin nods slowly, not looking away from Arthur as he softly says:

“I’ll hold you to that.-”

He walks around The Prince, opening the door and stepping halfway through before looking over his shoulder, and quietly saying to a confused Arthur:

“-If you truly believed that all magic is evil, and always corrupted, no matter what, then you wouldn’t care that he’s a child; you’d want him dead anyway. So perhaps think about your... prejudices, a little more deeply, maybe you’ll discover you are different to Uther in other ways as well.”

Before Arthur can even really process what Merlin said, the servant is shutting the door behind him, and rushing off to find his new brother.

~

OK SO!!! 

I really LOVED writing this, there will definitely be more parts, I just figured I should end it here before I got carried away

This series is finished!! (Links at the top <3 )