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[lynlee494]

An (Un)Wise Father - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Well, Old Man, I Will Tell You News of Your Son. When Matches Malone strides into Red Hood’s meeting and settles in among the new recruits, Jason Todd has never been more grateful for the full face helmet. Why was dad Bruce Batman here…?

Then Jason thinks back to the gala and curses internally. Bruce had obviously figured out from their encounter at the gala who Red Hood really is, and has decided to… what? Taunt him? Anger flaring, Jason refuses to react to the persona that Jason himself had once helped Bruce to dress up as. Whatever this is, if Bruce wants to play dress up and look like a fool, who is Jason to stop him.

___________

Bruce isn’t sure what to expect when he walks into the meeting led by Red Hood. Even though his recent ‘rescue’ at the hands of Red Hood had Bruce looking at Red Hood’s activities with a new light, there was still the more pressing concern.

Red Hood had deliberately gone for and pressed the emergency beacon hidden on his belt. It could simply be that Red Hood had observed one of them using it. Or perhaps this newest criminal to Gotham just thought Batman was partial to the billionaire as some rumors suggested.

Or Red Hood knows Bruce Wayne’s secret. Inspired by this tumblr post by @greystend

[lookturtles]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/62456920"><strong>Wolf Crossing</strong></a> (1094 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/look_turtles"><strong>look_turtles</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Teen%20Wolf%20(TV)">Teen Wolf (TV)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski<br />Additional Tags: tumblr prompt fill, Established Relationship, myrrhhymns prompt<br />Summary: <p>Stiles learns that Derek likes Farming/Life sim games.</p>

[harringrove-heroes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Harringrove, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Gay Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Top Steve Harrington, Soft Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Has Daddy Issues, Billy Hargrove Has a Daddy Kink, One Shot, Smut, Praise Kink, Tumblr Prompt, Car Sex Summary:

Tumblr Prompt: "Okay so we all know Billy has like the worst daddy issues ever, but all of the Harringrove daddy kink fics have Steve calling Billy daddy. I need that fixed please. Give me some dom Steve and sub Billy with BILLY having the daddy kink!"

Your wish is my command! This will probably be the only time I write dom/daddy Steve so enjoy!

[lynlee494]

An (Un)Wise Father

Summary:

When Matches Malone strides into Red Hood’s meeting and settles in among the new recruits, Jason Todd has never been more grateful for the full-face helmet. Why is dad Bruce Batman here…?

Then Jason thinks back to the gala and curses internally. Bruce had obviously figured out from their encounter at the gala who Red Hood really is, and has decided to… what? Taunt him? Anger flaring, Jason refuses to react to the persona that Jason himself had once helped Bruce to dress up as. Whatever this is, if Bruce wants to play dress up and look like a fool, who is Jason to stop him.

Bruce isn’t sure what to expect when he walks into the meeting led by Red Hood. Even though his recent ‘rescue’ at the hands of Red Hood had Bruce looking at Red Hood’s activities with a new light, there was still the more pressing concern.

Red Hood had deliberately gone for and pressed the emergency beacon hidden on his belt. It could simply be that Red Hood had observed one of them using it. Or perhaps this newest criminal to Gotham just thought Batman was partial to the billionaire as some rumors suggested.

Or Red Hood knew Bruce Wayne’s secret. (thanks to @greystend for such a fun tumblr prompt)

Batman, panicked by how much the villain knows about him and Jason, decides to infiltrate the Red Hood's gang with his Matches Malone's identity

Jason *oh shit he found out* : wtf wtf wtf is this a joke ? Are you making fun of me ???

Matches!Bruce *oh fuck he's even more unhinged than planned* : ... I don't understand, boss ?

Jason, struggling to find his words in way his men won't understand : you really thought I wouldn't recognize my own fa- urgh I mean genito- wait that not- hum, the guy that raised me ???

Matches!Bruce *wait oh shit the OG Matches Malone had a kid ???* : wait... *I don't even know his name!!* chum, I had to make sure it's really you, I wasn't sure, you understand ?

And then their relationship get better

except Jason is "argh I hate you but also you kinda made the effort of meeting me in my turf and also you didn't say anything about the killing so perhaps..."

and Bruce is like,"Oh shit I accidentally adopted the Red Hood, and also it's my fault his real father is dead, except he doesn't know that and must think Matches just abandoned him one day without any explanation. Also I should really figure out his name at some point"

[freeuselandonorris]

honestly would kill to see your take on any kink ever, but I must admit I haven't been able to get your thoughts on electrostim out of my mind since you shared them so. that one. (+camshow if you're feeling it 👀)

ps.: I did have a good festive season, and I hope you did too!! 🫶🫶

glad to hear it! 🫰 mine has been. mixed. but mostly good thank u!

obviously could not resist this one. enjoy oscar being the stone cold freak for once!

Lando had asked to see it, mainly because he didn’t entirely believe Oscar was telling the truth. 

Oscar was cool and everything. Funny, with a saucy mouth on him once you got to know him. But you had to admit the guy came off as — well. Vanilla. 

So when they’d gotten pissed together on leftover Moët in Lando’s suite and Oscar had picked up the TENS machine Jon had left in there, turned it over in his hands and said, “are you into electrostim?” in tones of nervous delight, Lando hadn’t even considered it might be some sort of weird sex thing.

What the fuck is electrostim? he’d asked, tipping the remnants of his glass down his throat, which meant he didn’t notice Oscar’s horrified expression for a few seconds. 

“Nothing,” Oscar said quickly, but by that point Lando had clocked the blush spreading rapidly across his cheeks and perked right up. Even then, he’d figured it was something embarrassing, but not — that. 

He’d not believed it, when Oscar explained it. How you could wire up the same kind of machine Jon used to zap the cramps out of his aching thighs and stick it round your cock. Not that Oscar said it so brazenly. There was a lot of umm-ing and err-ing, a lot of vague hand gestures and stuttering, before Lando got the picture. 

“Fuck off,” Lando said when Oscar finished stammering out the barest of explanations. “Really? You?”

”Jesus, Lando,” Oscar said, somewhere between exasperated and indignant.

“I bet you a hundred quid you can’t,” Lando said. 

Oscar shrugged. “Believe what you like.”

Lando, whose impulse control was bad at the best of times and even worse combined with half a bottle of champagne and a burgeoning stiffy, picked the machine up from where Oscar had dropped it onto the coffee table and held it out. “Show me?”

Oscar gaped at him. He was redder than Lando had ever seen him, but he didn’t look mad or anything. Just — blindsided, maybe. 

“Not now,” Oscar said eventually. His voice came out in a kind of croak, and he cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Maybe — maybe some other time.”

Lando knew a brush-off when he saw one, so he shrugged and changed the subject and tried not to feel too mortified about it. Oscar made his excuses after another glass, sloped off to his own bedroom, and Lando put the whole embarrassing affair out of his mind. 

When his phone buzzed a week later with a text from Oscar, he had to read it twice before he understood it.

Osc 19:48 Hey. I took a video if you’re still interested. No worries if not, don’t want to pressure 🙂

Lando breathed out hard through his nose, blinking at his phone.

lando 19:50 thats the politest sext i’ve ever had yeh i am pls

Osc 19:51 🙄 it was hardly a sext [video attached]

The thumbnail was blurry, a flash of maroon and some squiggles that might be wires. Lando swallowed hard, thumb hovering over the play button. He tapped it.

”Okay,” Oscar’s voice came from the phone’s speaker, quiet. Lando kicked the volume up a couple of notches, watching a confusion of movement. Oscar’s torso, clad in his usual plain t-shirt, and a pair of khaki knee-length shorts, open at the waist. The wires Lando had spotted led out to a hand-held control box, similar to the one Jon used but a different model. 

On-screen, Oscar cleared his throat. “Had it on for five minutes or so already,” he said. His voice was a little shaky, like he was nervous. He swallowed audibly before he spoke again. “So I’m a little — I’m already, you know.” A soft laugh. “Sorry, don’t know how well I’ll be able to, um, talk you through it. Let me just — I’ll just show you.”

He exhaled, audibly steeling himself, and Lando felt himself mirror the action unconsciously. His hands were sweating enough to worry he might drop his phone. He swore under his breath and hit pause on Oscar, heading through to his bedroom and flopping back onto the bed. After a moment’s deliberation, he shoved his own shorts down to mid-thigh. He wasn’t hard yet, but — well. Better to have the option. 

He hit play. Oscar-on-the-screen hummed thoughtfully and then the screen blurred again. Some scuffling sounds that made Lando wince, the screen going briefly dark and then bleaching light again until Oscar came back into focus from the neck down to mid-thigh, standing in what looked like his bathroom with the camera, presumably, propped on the sink. 

“Right, that’s better,” Oscar said, and breathed out again, a short sharp exhalation. “Okay, here goes.” 

He put the control box down, out of shot, and visibly straightened his spine before he pushed his shorts down. No boxers. Oscar, Lando thought admiringly. I wouldn’t have thought you had it in you.

It took the camera a few moments to focus, but when it did, Lando bit back a groan. Oscar’s cock was thick, semi-hard, and covered in wires. A thick black loop of it cinched tight around the base, and another snug beneath the head of his cock, trailing a black wire. 

“Had it on low,” Oscar said. “I’ll turn it up a bit.”

His hand reached out of frame and adjusted something, and he gasped. His cock jerked, filling out in front of Lando’s wide eyes. Oscar made a soft noise, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he adjusted something else that made his cock jump again, a tiny rhythmic pulse. 

“Ah,” Oscar said. “That’s — about halfway now. Feels pretty intense.”

He adjusted himself with one hand, pulling the top loop of wire a little tighter with the plastic toggle tucked up tight beneath the head. His long fingers hovered for a second, like he was struggling not to jack himself off, help things along. 

Lando let out a string of curses beneath his breath and grabbed himself. He thumbed at the bottom of the screen to bring up the playback bar. Jesus, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way through yet. 

He watched Oscar’s cock get harder, bobbing in midair. Lando tuned himself into it after a minute or so. He could tell when Oscar adjusted the intensity of the current by the way Oscar’s cock flushed red, jolting against his belly, the veins on the underside pulsing beneath his foreskin. 

Still, it made him gasp when Oscar’s cock blurted thin clear liquid. It trickled down the side of his cock and dropped out of sight. 

“Yep,” Oscar said tightly. “Yeah, it’s. Getting good now.”

“Oh my God, Oscar,” Lando said to his empty room, voice shocked and shaking. 

Oscar hummed again, a low rumble in his chest. When he spoke again, it sounded like an effort. “Sometimes it makes me, uh. I think it stimulates my bladder or something, so — just to warn you.”

Lando let out a shuddering breath, blinking hard at the screen. This was insane. Both of them had clearly lost their minds. He wondered, for a brief paranoid second, whether this was some sort of sophisticated deepfake scam and he was going to have his bank account emptied or his DMs leaked yet again. But no, Oscar had said it to his face. 

“Right,” Oscar’s voice came over the speaker. “Gonna take it up another notch. It’s getting — it’s strong now.” 

Lando could hear it now. A faint ticking sound, barely there, pulsing in time to the jerk of Oscar’s swollen cock. Oscar pulled up the hem of his t-shirt with one hand and clenched his abs, gasping. 

“Ah, jeez,” Oscar gritted out, and on the screen, his cock jumped and let out a spurt of liquid. It spattered wet against his stomach, dripping down. Too far away from the camera to be able to see what it was. 

Lando curled his toes into the bedding. He was wanking furiously now, skin slapping against skin sounding overly loud in the room compared to the processed sound of Oscar’s heavy breaths. On the screen, Oscar’s cock was pulsing rhythmically, drooling clear liquid with every movement. Little droplets ran down the shaft, dripping to the floor. The hem of Oscar’s t-shirt had fallen down again when he’d let go of it, and it was dark and damp. Lando found himself wanting to suck it clean.

”Not—” Oscar’s breath hitched on a moan. “Not long now.” 

You’re telling me, Lando thought wildly, squeezing himself around the base to try to calm himself down. He was panting, thighs flexing with the need to come, but Oscar hadn’t yet, and he wanted to see it. 

“Okay,” Oscar was saying on the screen, more to himself than the camera. “Gonna — gonna turn it up to max now, and that’ll probably do it.”

He reached out then and picked up the phone, bringing it closer to his straining cock. As the camera moved, Lando caught a glimpse of his face, red and shining with sweat. 

“Ready?” Oscar’s voice came over the speakers, and Lando moaned at the shock of being directly addressed. 

Oscar reached his other hand out to the control unit, and Lando saw his thighs clench, his cock lurch violently. 

“Oh, fuck,” Oscar rasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” 

He came, untouched and messy, spraying across his t-shirt. Before he knew it, Lando was coming too, letting it get all over his own stomach as Oscar’s ragged gasps echoed in his ears. 

Lando stopped coming before Oscar did. Oscar’s cock was red and angry-looking, still spurting thin liquid every few seconds as his thighs shook visibly. Then the screen tilted dizzily, and the video stopped.

Lando stared at the screen, shell-shocked. His brain felt like it had been hollowed out. 

“Fucking hell,” he croaked to the phone. He wanted to laugh, slightly hysterical. Instead he wiped his sticky hand on his shirt and swiped out of the video, back to his message thread with Oscar.

lando 20:03 omfg wow

A second later, Lando’s phone vibrated, but there was no reply in his thread with Oscar. Instead, there was a notification from his bank. Lando opened it.

Oscar Piastri has requested funds! Oscar Piastri has requested £100.00 GBP.  Message from recipient: “Told you so.” Accept request to transfer funds?

[maelancoli]

i feel like 'who talks like that' mentality has harmed unique dialogue in books ngl?? like we need to let our characters have their own way of talking, let them be a little melodramatic. the written word often requires flowery speech and sharing sentiments in a way real people don't because we cannot convey the micro expressions, the atmosphere, the little visual cues—all that modern media allows. you have to be willing to be a little cringe if you want your characters to stand out and feel earnest and real

[lynlee494]

Panic at the Masquerade *Credit to the above prompt and the wonderfully creative commenters*

Jason sips his drink from the corner, cringing as the bubbles tickle his nose. Cheap or expensive, it always tastes like shit. He stares at the bar longingly, but this gala isn’t serving any of the hard stuff. Besides, he doesn’t need to stand out anymore than he already does.

Adjusting the mask, the only reason he can pull this off is because the event is a damn masquerade ball. On fucking Halloween. In Gotham. Though the fact that there are the likes of Lex Luthor here of all fucking people might act as a quiet deterrent – what villain wants to tussle with some super rich asshole from Metropolis who takes on Superman regularly? Though, Jason muses, for some of them it could be seen as a challenge. Especially with Bruce Wayne in attendance, laughing that fake fucking Brucie Wayne laugh that he’d thought was funny as a kid. Now it makes him want to throttle the old man. Everything is fake about that man, all his assurances he’d be there for Jason , would always save Jason , that he loves Jason . Tell that to Joker, still breathing, in Arkham – for now.

Still, Jason knows he stands out. Almost as tall at Bruce Wayne himself, and just as broad, Jason has caught the eyes of several here already. As politely as he could manage, Jason had growled out an excuse to exit any attempts at hitting on him. He is here for a reason, and he needs to be on his toes with Bruce around. Though the waiter with the nice ass and cocky smile had caught his eye when he’d handed Jason his glass of champagne. Maybe if tonight goes well the two can spend some quality time in a storage room.

Jason pauses with the damn champagne halfway to his lips, a reflex to do something with his hands, as the man standing next to Bruce obviously slips something into his drink. Seriously, it’s like he didn’t even try to hide it. Except… Bruce had been looking away. Still, this is fucking Batman, so it’s not like the paranoid bastard won’t… well, shit. As Jason watches, Bruce doesn’t just take a sip, but instead practically guzzles it, apparently so he can accept a few morsels from an appetizer tray as it passes.

Shaking his head, Jason lowers his glass and eyes it suspiciously. If someone slipped something past Batman – no, Bruce Wayne. Likely hoping to make the man even more drunk, make Wayne Industries stock plummet, whatever bullshit chess game the rich play. Then he has to bite back a laugh, 'cause if this is real then Bruce would lose face in a way that he hadn’t planned for. Plus, it means Batman would be out of commission the rest of the night, dozing in the Batcave with a doting Alfie.

This is perfect; it feels like Christmas instead of Halloween. Nightwing is around patrolling, sure, but he’ll be more concerned with their dear old dad than Red Hood making noise across town. The rest can be found at the AO3 link above!! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58750723) Also, credit to @weirdheadcanons , who made additions to the original prompt in the comments that also shaped the story!

Prompt:

Jason witnesses a gala attendee sneak something into Brucie Wayne‘s drink. And it‘s fine, obviously. Jason is going to have a good fucking laugh and know he can continue his business tonight in peace with Batman out for the count. He could even go abduct the bird or set the manor on fire! He can even- he can…

Watch Brucie get lead out of the room by a stranger.

Fuck.

[habizuh-studios]

@rose-tinted-vision mirio and tamaki for @myheroacademia-action!!

[wolvietxt]

⋆𐙚₊˚ generic hurt / comfort prompts!

nightmare: one character wakes up from a nightmare, trembling and scared, and the other pulls them close, whispering soft reassurances until they fall asleep again

panic attack: one character starts spiraling into a panic attack, and the other steps in, grounding them with a calm voice and gentle touch, helping them focus on their breathing

physical injury: after a fight, one character is hurt but refuses to admit how much pain they're in. the other notices and gently takes care of them, despite their protests

emotional breakdown: one character has been bottling up their emotions for too long, and when they finally break down, the other holds them, staying close without asking any questions

sick day: one character is sick and refuses to rest, but the other takes over, forcing them to relax and taking care of everything while they recover

[lynlee494]

An (Un)Wise Father

Chapter Five: Murder Cannot Be Hidden Long

When Matches Malone strides into Red Hood’s meeting and settles in among the new recruits, Jason Todd has never been more grateful for the full-face helmet. Why was dad Bruce Batman here…?

Then Jason thinks back to the gala and curses internally. Bruce had obviously figured out from their encounter at the gala who Red Hood really is, and has decided to… what? Taunt him? Anger flaring, Jason refuses to react to the persona that Jason himself had once helped Bruce to dress up as. Whatever this is, if Bruce wants to play dress up and look like a fool, who is Jason to stop him.

___________

Bruce isn’t sure what to expect when he walks into the meeting led by Red Hood. Even though his recent ‘rescue’ at the hands of Red Hood had Bruce looking at Red Hood’s activities with a new light, there was still the more pressing concern.

Red Hood had deliberately gone for and pressed the emergency beacon hidden on his belt. It could simply be that Red Hood had observed one of them using it. Or perhaps this newest criminal to Gotham just thought Batman was partial to the billionaire as some rumors suggested.

Or Red Hood knows Bruce Wayne’s secret.

[lookturtles]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/54508330"><strong>Movie Night</strong></a> (1966 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/look_turtles"><strong>look_turtles</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Gotham%20(TV)">Gotham (TV)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma<br />Characters: Martin (Gotham), Ed The Dog - Character<br />Additional Tags: tumblr prompt fill<br />Summary: <p>Set after No Man’s Land but before the time skip.</p><p>Ed has a surprise for Oswald during movie after they watch The Pebble and The Penguin</p>

An: Written for the tumblr prompt by theriddlersunderwear where Ed shows Oswald The Pebble and The Penguin.

<center> Fic under the read more</center>

If you want to give me delicious prompts just leave it on this post or shoot me a message. All fandoms I’m in are welcomed to be promptified.

A week after The No Man’s Land Incident (as it came to be called) Oswald sent word to his Aunt Judy Olson and Martin came home.

The drive to Metropolis was long but it was better with Ed driving. They talked about a wide range of topics while Ed The Dog snoozed in the back seat. Oswald thought that he had been right when he called them brothers. Of course, he still had feelings for Ed, he did name his dog after him, but if he couldn’t have Ed’s love then he would settle for his friendship.

He stared out the window and Ed talked about the mating habits of emus. The sun was shinning and a cool breeze ruffled Oswald’s hair from his open car window. Off in the distance Metropolis was silvery and shinning like a diamond. Growing up, he spent every summer at his Aunt’s house and she was the only person he trusted to care for his son. If Gotham was dark and gritty then Metropolis was bright and clean; even the air smelled cleaner.

‘Oswald, I have something to ask you,’ Ed said from the driver seat.

‘Of course. You can ask me anything.’

‘I see… I just want to say… that is… would you like to have a movie night tonight?’ Ed asked nervously.

‘Movie night?’ Oswald asked slightly confused. He didn’t see why Ed would be nervous about that.

‘Yes. I thought we could celebrate Martin coming home by watching a movie.’

‘Ah, that sounds like a great idea! Do you have a movie in mind?’ He said excitingly. He couldn’t wait to have his son home and a movie would be a great way to celebrate.

‘I do, but you’ll have to wait and see but I think you’ll like it,’ Ed said with a grin.

Oswald smiled. He had no doubt he would like whatever Ed would pick out, no one knew him better than Ed.

The drove down to Metropolis and parked in front of Aunt Judy’s house. All houses in the neighborhood looked the same; they were all small, square and had white siding. Judy’s house was different though. The house was small, the siding was yellow and there were little white flower boxes filled with brightly colored flowers under the windows. Dozens of lawn gnomes sat on the lawn in various poses.

Oswald stepped out of the car and Martin rushed out the house’s front door and almost knock him down as he gave him a big tight hug.

Oswald hugged him and kissed the top of his head. ‘I’ve missed you. How have you been?’

Martin looked up at him with tears in his eyes and signed, ‘I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here. What happened to your eye?’ He asked when he saw that Oswald’s eye was bandaged. They had both learned Sign Language from Ed before No Man’s Land and it looked like they had both gotten better at it.

‘That’s good. I’m glad you were safe and don’t worry about my eye. I have someone I’d like you to meet,’ Oswald said as Human Ed opened the car door and Dog Ed jumped out.

Martin grinned as Dog Ed came up to them. Martin bent down and petted him as Dog Ed licked his face. He had been worried that his son and his dog might not get along, but he needn’t worry, they already looked like fast friends, if Martin’s laugher was anything to go by.

‘What’s his name?’ Martin signed as he petted Dog Ed with his other hand.

‘I call him Ed.’

‘Cool.’

Oswald stood up and his Aunt was standing in her doorway.

‘Ozzie, come over here and give me a hug,’ Judy said with a grin.

He went up to her and pulled her into a hug. She was a few inches taller than him and the scent of her orange blossom perfume filled his nose and he felt tears in his eye. Her gray curls reminded him so much of his mother.

‘How have you been, sweetheart?’ Judy asked as she broke the hug and took a good look at Oswald.

‘I’m fine now that my son is coming home. Has he been good?’ Oswald asked. He knew his son was good but he was worried that he might have been too much to handle for his elderly aunt.

‘Oh yes! He has been a good boy just like his father. He even made me a nome in art class. Would you like to see it?’ She said with excitement and pride in her voice.

Oswald smiled. He knew that Martin would get along with his Great Aunt.

‘Who do we have here?’ She asked when she spotted Ed standing awkwardly in her driveway.

‘Edward Nygma. It is nice to meet you, Oswald has spoken very much about you.’

‘Only good things, I hope,’ she said joking. ‘Now let me show you the nome Martin made.

‘Aunt Judy, can the dog come in the house?’ Martin signed quickly as he ran up to them with Ed the dog.

Judy bent down and stretched Ed ears and his tongue lolled out. ‘Of course, how can I say no to such a cute face.’

They all walked into the house and Oswald was taken back to his childhood. The wood floor still creaked when he stepped on a certain board and the air still smelled like mothballs. Dozens and dozens of snow globes lined the walls on wooden shelves and the couch in the living room still had a plastic cover on its yellow fabric. The only thing he didn’t like were the stuffed squirrels that sat on his Aunt’s mantle; their black glass eyes always creeped him out.

They walked through the house and next to one of her stuffed squirrels was a small ceramic nome. It is wearing a purple pointed hat and has blue eyes that were dots of paint on its white face. Oswald carefully picked it up and stared at it; for some reason he thought it was so cute.

Later that day, he heard Judy and Ed (The Human) talking in the kitchen and he decided to listen from the hallway even though his mother always told him not to eavesdrop he would often eavesdrop while he was Fish’s Umbrella Boy. Old habits died harder than Fish, apparently.

‘…can you tell me what happened to Ozzie’s eye?’ Judy asked.

‘He threw himself on a grenade to save our lives,’ Ed said.

‘Really?! I always knew he would grow up to be a hero!’ Judy said with excitement in her voice. ‘You must be great friends. I think this is the first time that Ozzie has ever brought someone over.’

‘I would hope so. We have had our ups and downs, but he is my best friend.’

Oswald felt happy tears falling from his good eye. He had never had a best friend, unless you count his mother or his dog, and Ed was his best friend too. It strengthened his resolve to keep his feelings for Ed a secret; he was not going to lose his best friend. He wiped his tears and walked into the kitchen.

‘Oh Ozzie, we were just talking about you. Ed told me how you lost your eye. I’m so proud of you,’ Judy said as she came to Oswald and took his hands into her own. She looked at him with pride in her eyes and he liked to imagine that that was how his mother would have looked at him.

‘Thank you. I only did what anyone would have done.’

‘Nonsense. You are a hero and I won’t hear any different.’

He was a villain (maybe even a super villain) but his aunt didn’t need to know that.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

She released his hands and went over to the stove to turn off the buzzing timer and pulled out an apple pie. His mouth watered; her pies were his favorite desserts and her apple pies were his favorite pies.

Ed came over and stood next to Oswald. ‘She’s right. You’re my hero…’

He whispered in Oswald’s ‘…and my villain.’

‘Really!? In that case I’ll be your hero,’ Oswald said with a smile. They might just be friends but he liked the idea of being Ed’s hero and his villain.

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That night, they were back at Cobblepot Manor and Martin was excited to be home and watch a movie.

Oswald had his cook make a large bowl of popcorn and when he carried it into the tv room he saw that Martin was already on the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets and Ed The Dog had his head on Martin’s lap and Martin was petting him.

Ed The Human was sitting on the couch with a remote in his hand. Oswald sat the popcorn bowl on the table next to the couch and sat down on the end of the couch opposite Ed.

‘What movie did you pick,’ he asked because Ed wouldn’t tell him, he said it was a surprise.

‘Oh you’re in for a real treat. I picked The Pebble and The Penguin,’ Ed said with big grin.

‘Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that one. Is it a documentary?’ He asked because it would be just like Ed to choose a documentary for movie night.

‘No, but I think you’ll like it,’ Ed said as he turned on the movie.

It wasn’t a documentary but a cartoon. He watched enthralled. The animation was wonderful. He might be a romantic but he was rooting for the penguin Hubie to win the penguin Marina’s heart. When the giant monstrous seal was chasing the penguin Rocko he saw that Martin was hugging Ed The Dog close; he understood the feeling, during that scene he had grabbed Ed The Human’s arm.

After the movie, Martin hugged him and went to bed with Ed The Dog following close behind.

‘So, did you like the movie?’ Ed asked as he popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

‘Oh, yes. It was great!’ He said because it really was a great movie and he couldn’t wait for the next movie night.

Ed reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He lifted the lid and inside was an emerald that was square and green just like pebble that Hubie gave Marina. ‘Oswald will you accept this pebble and be my boyfriend,’ Ed asked sounding nervous.

Oswald looked at the ‘pebble’, back up at Ed and back up at the ‘pebble’. He couldn’t believe that Ed wanted to be his boyfriend.

He looked back up at Ed and carefully took the box from him. He picked up the emerald and looked at it in the light. It shined and was a deep green.

‘Of course, I’ll be your boyfriend! We don’t have to wait for the next full moon to go on a date, do we?’ he asked remembering that in the movie penguins had to wait until the Full Moon Ceremony to accept pebbles.

‘Not at all. In fact I would like to kiss you now,’ Ed said as he took Oswald’s hand a held it. His hand was warm and soft against Oswald’s hand.

Oswald moved close and brushed his lips against Ed’s. Ed’s lips tasted salty and buttery from the popcorn and Oswald couldn’t get enough. He deepened the kiss and crowded Ed against the arm of the couch. His body was solid against Oswald. They both groaned when Ed opened his mouth and their tongues brushed.

They didn’t wait for the full moon to go on their first date, but they did have to wait ten years for the second one because Oswald had been locked up in Blackgate.

[bicolor-art]

YURI OLYMPICS LET'S GOOOOO!!! (Two Velocity/Nautica pieces for team transformers!)

[vroombeams]

18 and landoscar for the prompts game? iyw and you are still doing them 🥹🎀

from this prompt list - 18. mind control

The thing about mind control is that you never really get used to it.

Oscar imagines he can feel it, when the psychic they bring in starts. He imagines a hand, physical, sinking through his hair and his scalp and into his skull, running across the crevasses of his brain until they find what they want and plunge deeper. He imagines fingertips slipping inside grey matter. He imagines a fingernail catching on a lobe, or dragging over his brain stem, or hooking inside to peel his brain apart entirely like segments of an orange.

Lando once told him, in an uncharacteristic burst of honesty, that for him it feels like something cold and wet inside. Filling his brain, like drowning, flooding it instead of penetrating.

After that, thinking becomes a vague and unreachable thing. A memory, a word on the tip of the tongue. The differences end at the beginning; once they're under, they feel exactly the same. Soft and pliant, dangling from strings.

It's just a little thing they do, Zak'd told them. Something they've been doing for the last few years, a little treat for the sponsors, maybe four times a season. Just when they've got a week or two of cushioning between race weekends to be sure there's no lingering effects.

Lingering effects, the internet says, include brain fog, muscle weakness, suggestibility. Dulled reflexes. All sorts of things that wouldn't be ideal in a Formula 1 car.

The voice in his brain says, t̶o̸u̴c̶h̵, and Oscar's body moves to touch Lando's.

He doesn't really get why they do it this way. Why they make the both of them passengers in their own heads when they could just as easily have them do it without the push of a psychic they've brought in, NDA'd out the ass. Oscar would have sex with Lando with or without the mind control.

He can't be sure if that's a thought he'd had on his own, before this had started, though. Can't be sure which thoughts are natural and which have been planted, insinuated, suggested.

Lando's kissing him, now. Oscar's hands are on Lando's bare waist. Lando's tongue is in his mouth. He doesn't feel any of it. Not really. Feelings are implied more than anything; he knows Lando is licking him, wet-hot tongue over his chin, over his jaw, over his throat. He knows Lando's slobbering all over him, because Lando is always told to make it messy. He knows all of these things, but he feels them in the way you feel them in a dream. The knowing is all you have.

i̷n̴s̶i̷d̴e̷, says the voice. It's a vague enough command. Encouraging, more than anything, but Oscar's body knows what to do. Knows to palm up Lando's neck and slide a thumb inside of Lando's mouth. Knows to reach down and slip fingers inside of Lando's arse. His body doesn't know or care if Lando will be wet and ready, but his brain does.

Apart from the one word commands, there's a murmured litany inside the brain while they're under. Constant, consistent, the auditory texture of water running over smooth river stones. A reminder, Lando'd called it once. You feel good. You like this a lot. This feels very, very good. The tone is gentle but firm, like a pillow over the face.

It does feel good, probably. When Lando works fingers into Oscar's body, it feels good, and his body responds the way it's meant to. Pressing closer, rubbing his hard dick against Lando's hard stomach.

It should feel stranger. It should feel uncomfortable, watching from behind his own eyes, an audience to a play that only his body's been cast in.

His brain reminds him that it's not all that strange, though. His brain reminds him that this is a good thing, and that it feels good, and that he should spit in Lando's mouth now. So he does that.

[stiltonbasket]

bingqiu? 🥺 can we have some bingqiu?

certainly! take the first chapter of my Brave AU, written for @miaoqing. :)

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When Luo Binghe was a child, his favorite bedtime story had been his mother’s account of the day he was born.

Oddly enough, the story did not begin with his mother, Su Xiyan, or her romance with Luo Binghe’s emperor-father. For as long as Su Xiyan told it, the tale of Luo Binghe’s birth began on the coldest morning of the last Dog year, when a physician’s son went out to catch fish at the banks of the Luo River. He caught one fish, and then another; and just as he was about to cast his line further from the shore, a small pleasure boat rounded a bend upstream and collided with a knot of drifting ice floes.

The boy stood and watched the boat for a while, waiting for someone to come out and free its prow from the ice. But nothing seemed to be moving on board, and no one answered when the boy called out from his little fishing boat; and at last, he punted himself back to shore and ran to fetch his father, afraid that the boat’s passengers had frozen to death during the night.

“And they found Mother on the boat,” the little Luo Binghe would say, when Su Xiyan reached this part of the tale. “What happened next?”

“Shen-yishi and his son carried me back to Physician Shen’s clinic,” his mother replied, holding her son close under the covers: for though the story of his birth had always been a happy one for Binghe, she knew full well how close she had come to losing him that day. “I had not eaten for a day and a half, and all I had to drink was the icy water of the Luochuan—and after that cold night, I was too weak to keep my eyes open. Shen-yishi took me in and fed me, and gave me a tonic to staunch my bleeding; and late that afternoon, you were born.

“Shen-yishi put you in my arms, and I wept and clung to you until Shen Yuan—”

“Shen-yishi’s son, Shen Yuan! The one who saw our boat!”

“En, that’s right. I gave you to Shen Yuan, so that he could feed you.”

“This son remembers. Mother drank something that could hurt a heavenly demon baby, because that was the only way to keep me safe from the bad people who were trying to kill Fuqin,” Luo Binghe said wisely, “But the poison was making you sick, too, so Yuan-gege fed me goat’s milk until you got better.”

“Am I telling this story, or are you?” Empress Su demanded, tickling her son until he squealed with laughter. “Yes, he fed you. Later, he slept on a mat beside your cradle, and he got up to feed you whenever you cried; and then he brought you to me, so that I could sing to you and rock you back to sleep.”

At this, Luo Binghe curled into a ball and huddled closer to his mother. 

“Mother was so brave,” he mumbled, yawning. “You were all alone, and Zhu-gege was missing, and you didn’t know where Father was, either.”

“I wasn’t brave. I was terrified,” Su Xiyan said, stroking Luo Binghe’s curly head. “But there was no threat in this world or the next that I would not have fought against for you.”

Luo Binghe nodded sleepily.

“What happened next?” he murmured. 

“Everything was all right for a while: and then your zuiyin came out, when you were three days old. Shen Yuan knew what it was from the start—and I was sure he would tell Shen-yishi, and that he would cast us out,” his mother told him. “But when Shen Yuan saw the mark, he took you to the window and let the sun shine on your face; and then he turned to me, and said—”

“This is Luo Binghe!” Luo Binghe cheered, all weariness forgotten as he leaped out of his nest of quilts like an overexcited puppy. “And that’s how I got my name. Before that, Muhou just called me Baobao.”

“Yes, that’s how you got your name. And since my luck might have run out if the Luochuan had not carried us to Shen Yuan—or if there had been no ice that day, and we were swept past him to the next bend in the river—I decided then and there that you would be Luo Binghe, even if your father wanted to name you in the way of his clan and raise you up as a prince among demons.”

“And you got better and went to find Fuhuang, and he was heartbroken because he thought you’d left him. So you told him all about me, and that I was his little Baobao, too,” said Luo Binghe. “And then you freed him from Mount Bailu and said that you would leave him unless he got strong enough to protect me, because the bad people would want to capture me if they saw my zuiyin.”

“Your father was terribly fussy back then,” the Empress told him: though in truth, her husband had wept when she entered his prison under Mount Bailu, and asked through his tears if she had finally come to put him out of his misery. “He wouldn’t eat the healing herbs that Shen-yishi gave me, and nor would he touch the prey I hunted for him. So I dragged him back to Shen-yishi’s cottage to see you, and told him that I had been ready to give up my life for our son—and that if he couldn’t muster up the strength to fulfill his duties as a father, I would take you far away and never see him again.”

“And then Fuhuang knew that you never stopped loving him, and asked you to marry him,” Luo Binghe murmured, snuggling into his mother’s lap. “But Yuan-gege couldn’t come to Fuhuang’s palace with us, so we had to leave him and Shen-yishi behind.”

“We didn’t leave them behind, Binghe. Shen-yishi’s village needed him, and Shen Yuan had a shifu who was teaching him to cultivate. They belonged in the mortal realm: just as you and I belong here, with your silly father.”

Luo Binghe nodded and closed his eyes. “And that’s the end of the story,” he whispered.

And then, as he had done almost every evening for the past two years, he lifted his little voice and asked:

“Do you think I’ll ever see my Yuan-gege again, Mother?”

Su Xiyan kissed him softly on the brow, and repeated her answer from the night before.

“If the heavens will it, and you desire it—perhaps you will, my son.”

[filledwithpotassium]

here’s some random sentences that i found that are pretty funny/interesting:


He excelled at firing people nicely.


She did a happy dance because all of the socks from the dryer matched.


He was the only member of the club who didn't like plum pudding.


He embraced his new life as an eggplant.


There were three sphered rocks congregating in a cubed room.


I want a giraffe, but I'm a turtle eating waffles.


She always had an interesting perspective on why the world must be flat.


Behind the window was a reflection that only instilled fear.


When she didn’t like a guy who was trying to pick her up, she started using sign language.


Eating eggs on Thursday for choir practice was recommended.


When he encountered maize for the first time, he thought it incredibly corny.


He had decided to accept his fate of accepting his fate.


I was fishing for compliments and accidentally caught a trout.


There was coal in his stocking and he was thrilled.


The pigs were insulted that they were named hamburgers.


She thought there'd be sufficient time if she hid her watch.


Kevin embraced his ability to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.


Being unacquainted with the chief raccoon was harming his prospects for promotion.


When he asked her favorite number, she answered without hesitation that it was diamonds.


I honestly find her about as intimidating as a basket of kittens.


They say people remember important moments in their life well, yet no one even remembers their own birth. (this one just made me question my whole life but i thought i’d put it here anyway just so you can feel the same)


There's an art to getting your way, and spitting olive pits across the table isn't it.


Iguanas were falling out of the trees.


Flesh-colored yoga pants were far worse than even he feared.


I was starting to worry that my pet turtle could tell what I was thinking.


It was the first time he had ever seen someone cook dinner on an elephant.

[tennessoui]

What is your favorite prompt you’ve ever written? 💗

ooo a fun question!! setting aside ficlets that i've written in response to my own silly lil aus and thinking only about ficlets that are in response to prompt ask games, here's a few that come to mind!

this angsty, meeting (again) at a party while drunk au

i think most of the prompt fills i write now are expansions of tags i have on my blog (which i very much enjoy because some of the best writing i've done has been in short ficlets doing just that), but i do love this one for being a canon au and mostly a complete story all by its own in less than 3k. i also just did a quick reread and i like obi-wan's voice in it a lot. tired, hurt, unable to do anything but give into anakin

this snippet in the cheating au where things are beginning to bubble over

i just love the cheating au, for one thing, and i love the dynamic here with the four of them (anakin, padmé, satine, and obi-wan) at a restaurant and playing at normal only for obi-wan to end the night laying a pretty overt claim on anakin (by taking his necklace back and wearing it - which padme notices in another ficlet set a bit later)

this snippet in the playmaker au where obi-wan is returned to anakin's care and keeping

i. also just love the playmaker au lmao and i really like this ficlet for how it looks at who obi-wan has become and how when pushed, he'll do anything it takes to get back to anakin, even if it means committing some random taxi driver to die because he got in a bad place. this obi-wan is not the same as the one who went into the prison and he's irrevocably become anakin's by this point. probably doesn't even regret it (much).

and this prompt fill from agesss ago where obi-wan is in the agri-corps and anakin is a jedi padawan and they become penpals (or flimsi friends, in star wars language)

i haven't thought about this au in ages (flimsi friends au lol) but i enjoy it sm. anakin would fall in love with obi-wan via letters despite never meeting him in person and, well. obi-wan would very much do the same tbh