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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.

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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/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.

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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.

[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"

[omaano]

RexObi Athlete AU for @rexobibingo

featuring soccer player Obi-wan with a love for shorter than nexessary shorts, incurable jumper thief and nerd Rex, and cameo by Cody and Fox who clearly haven't heard about throwing rocks and glass houses (or if they did, they figured they can throw that rock hard and far enough to break all the glass panes on at least two sides in one).

[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]

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.

[vroombeams]

1. mirror sex for jendo

Lando isn't opposed to the whole mirror sex thing. He doesn't really get it, and he doesn't love the moments where he inevitably has to look at his own extremely dumb sex faces. But he likes that Jenson likes it.

He has Lando on his side, bared head-to-toe while Jenson spoons him. Between his own legs he can see Jenson's thighs, the tight shift of muscle as he rocks inside. Like this he can see it when Jenson's forearm tenses, fingers dug into the crook of Lando's knee, hauling his leg up and open. Like this he can see where Jenson's fucking into him. Hypnotic, in-out, a few inches of cock disappearing and reappearing deliciously.

It's a pretty good view. Lando can appreciate that, at least, while he avoids his own eyeline in the mirrors.

"Look at you," Jenson murmurs, head bent to kiss Lando's neck and his jaw and the tender space below his ear. "Beautiful boy."

When they'd first started sleeping together the shit Jenson said to him had been unimaginably mortifying. It's gotten better with time but surely Jenson's one of the only people on earth who can get away with talking like this, like he's learned all of his sex-talk from the absolute cheesiest of romance novels.

Still, it makes Lando flush. He can follow it with his eyes, the way his cheeks go darker and then the pink spreads in a wave down his throat and all the way to his chest. It's a pleased sort of embarrassment.

Jenson breathes out a laugh right where he's left a wet spot with his tongue.

"You feel so good, sweetheart," Jenson tells him. Sweetheart. God. Lando's never going to get used to it, the way what should be an incredibly cringe pet name sounds normal and smooth and maybe even good coming out of Jenson's mouth.

It's crazy how Jenson is so gentle with him, fucks him like Lando's precious or something. He probably calls it making love in his head.

To be fair, it does make Lando feel... loved, or whatever. Ugh.

Jenson tips his head up and back and Lando cranes his neck to meet him for a kiss, soft and wet and open-mouthed. This part is maybe what makes it the best—that if Lando peeks while they kiss he can watch it happen in the mirror. Can watch his lips part to let Jenson in, the wet pink shine of Jenson's tongue somehow more lewd than literally watching Jenson's dick fucking into him.

This time Jenson catches him doing it. Lando can't find it in himself to be all that embarrassed, even when Jenson smiles—smirks, maybe—into his mouth.

He kisses the taut corner of Lando's lips and now they're both looking, locking eyes with their reflections. Watching each other watch each other, taking in where Jenson's fingers curl around Lando's throat, where Lando's tongue comes out to lick absently at Jenson's stubble-rough cheek.

His rhythm never falters. Still fucking up in to Lando like it's muscle memory, lazily, unhurried. It always makes Lando think of some sort of big cat. A lion or something, how he's so fluid and powerful and easy in the way he moves.

"You like this," Jenson says, quiet, with the curl of his smile pressed to Lando's jaw.

Lando considers it. Watches where his thigh strains and trembles, where his stomach tenses tight and hard, where his dick is twitching and drooling against his belly.

He nods, eventually, because maybe he does like it. Just a bit. And this time when Jenson kisses him he doesn't bother to pretend he's not looking.

send kink(s) and ship(s) and maybe i will write more hell things

[bicolor-art]

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

[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.”

[clownakai]

Shuuichi is revising the latest material from his Physics class when his cellphone starts ringing.

He doesn't react immediately, mostly because for a handful of seconds he's absolutely sure that he's just hallucinating the noise. It takes him a bit longer yet to connect the dots: yes, his phone is actually ringing and yes, he really should answer it before it goes to voicemail.

"Hello?" He says in English as soon as he flips the phone open. Shuuichi can count on two hands the people who have his number, and on a single one those who use it at least semi-regularly. Statistically speaking—

"Nii-san?" Nevermind.

"Shuukichi." Glancing at the clock above his desk, Shuuichi quickly does a bit of mental math and proceeds to frown at the wall. "Why aren't you in bed?" He asks, this time in Japanese.

"I am!" His brother replies vehemently, loud enough that Shuuichi yanks the phone away from his ear on instinct. "Sorry," comes immediately afterwards, much more subdued, "I didn't mean to yell.

"I am in bed." Shuukichi repeats. "But... I can't sleep." A tiny little noise— almost inaudible, really— reaches Shuuichi's ears. Sniffling, he realizes after a beat. His brother is trying to hold it back and only partly succeeding.

Shuuichi presses the receiver against his ear again and stands up, coursework forgotten as he begins to pace around the room. "Have you been crying? Why?"

"'M not crying." His brother denies, another sniffle crackling through the receiver. Shuuichi very nearly calls him out on the blatant lie, but reconsiders at the last moment.

"Alright," he concedes. A change in his line of questioning is probably the best call right now. "Why can't you sleep, then? Is it storming over there?"

Shuukichi has never liked storms, truth be told. He's gotten leagues better about them compared to when he was in primary school, but Shuuichi has lived through his fair share of impromptu sleepovers whenever the bone-rattling noise and flashing lights got to be too much for his brother to bear.

Mum used to let them hang out on the couch on those nights, bundled up in blankets regardless of the season, usually with something playing on TV as little more than background noise; it's not like Shuukichi would manage to stay awake for long anyway. As long as he got some company, the storm seemed to become rather innocuous in his little brother's eyes.

"It did for a while." Shuukichi's voice snaps him out of his daze. "Thunder and all. It's just rain now. But I still..."

Shuuichi waits for a continuation that he knows won't come. Glancing outside, he admires the rivulets of water streaming down the window, and then the sky up above, cold and gray. On the other end of the receiver, his brother sniffles again.

It rains because you're sad, Shuuichi thinks irrationally, the way a child would swear up and down that the moon chases their parent's moving car.

"It's raining over here, too." Is what he actually says.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Unlucky..." Shuukichi sounds genuinely put out by the notion, for reasons Shuuichi can't even imagine. "What are you studying?"

Shuuichi rolls his eyes. "What makes you think I'm studying?"

"You're always studying, nii-san." Touché. But who would ever want to admit their little brother is right?

"Piss off," he lets slip, momentarily switching back to English. Then he sighs, knowing that resistance is futile. "Physics."

Shuukichi giggles triumphantly in his ear. "I knew it." A brief pause. Then, "Which topic? Is it interesting?"

It's at this point that Shuuichi finally catches on to what his brother isn't saying. The knowledge sits heavy in his gut, something dangerously close to guilt rearing its head in the back of his mind.

He doesn't... God, it sounds horrible to even acknowledge, but Shuuichi has yet to find himself forlornly thinking about his family the way he sometimes catches his fellow foreign students doing. He's not even sure he can say for certain that he doesn't miss them, is the thing, because in moments like this his chest feels like it's going to break open and swallow everything in its vicinity— Shuuichi's personal little black hole, futilely trying to fill a void he wasn't even aware had been left behind when he first boarded that States-bound plane.

But he still— he doesn't think about his family as much as he probably should. Case in point: he has a sister now. Masumi is only a few months old, but she's there, on the other side of the world. Shuukichi would know how she's faring, and yet Shuuichi didn't even think of asking after her until now. He just... forgot.

What kind of person does that make him?

"Nii-san?" Shit.

"Sorry," he replies, scrambling for an explanation that isn't 'I just realized I might not even miss you all most of the time', "I was looking for a topic you'd be able to understand. Wouldn't want to overload your brain."

Shuukichi makes an indignant noise. "Hey! I'll have you know—"

"Do you have your blanket?" Shuuichi continues as if his brother hadn't said anything. "The mouse one."

Shuukichi huffs upon being cut off, but answers affirmatively. "I laid it out on top of the sheets. Helps cover the glow of my phone screen, just in case." Clever kid. Shuuichi is sure that's not the only reason the old blanket isn't stuffed in the back of his brother's closet, but he magnanimously lets the topic slide.

"Good. How does electromagnetism sound?"

Shuuichi talks for almost half an hour. Unused to it as he is, his voice gets rougher and weaker the longer he goes on, but he presses on until Shuukichi stops asking questions altogether and doesn't reply when prompted.

The receiver picks up the feeble— though regular— sound of the boy's breathing, and if Shuuichi falls completely silent to listen to it for a few minutes before hanging up, well... Nobody needs to know that.

(Outside, the rain stops falling.)

[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.

[copia]

Cool Cat 🔞 — 3.5k, copia/aurora, temperature play, blowjobs, copia's eternally overheating balls — more tags on ao3

She’d made her excuses to the concerned Ghouls—some of whom knew the plan, all of whom would hear the full tale later that night—and left to fetch the last few ice cubes the building had to offer. The rest, of course, had gone down her Papa’s pants.  Copia pulls his signature move. Aurora decides she can do one better.

for ghostober by @kroas-adtam — day 3: temperature play

[semperama]

I want to share something I’m writing but I have nothing to share because I haven’t gazed upon a WIP in three weeks. Rude that you have to actually write in order to get validation for writing.

[sitkowski]

but it's you i can't deny (nicholas x cam [ofc] for deathblacksmoke)

a prompt request for the #1 nicholas stan I know @deathblacksmoke. comes from the comforting words prompts, with "i'll stay as long as you need."

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ angst, discussion of parental issues and having kids, mentions of birth control, a smidgen of breeding kink, overstimulation, biting, vaginal sex.

title comes from "my blue heaven" by taking back sunday. set in the same universe as just crash and got me so tethered!

divider by @saradika-graphics.

word count: 1.6k

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Cam parks the car and cuts the engine, but doesn’t bother to get out right away. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans her forehead against the steering wheel, trying to breathe. The car fills with an uncomfortable silence of her own making, and she tries to release the tension from her body. It takes her longer than she’d like.

She’s thinking about going inside when there’s a knock on the car window. She startles, lifting her head to see Nicholas standing there looking at her curiously.

“Are you okay?” he asks, loud enough for her to hear.

Cam opens the door and gets out, and tries to walk around him because she isn’t ready to try to explain her day to him yet. He doesn’t let her get far, hooking his hand around her upper arm and pulling her back.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me, tell me what happened.” he insists, groaning when she yanks away and starts stomping down the sidewalk to their apartment. “Camille!”

She knows she’s being stubborn about it, but she needs a few more minutes to decompress. Once inside, she goes straight into their bedroom, tossing her bag down and shrugging out of her coat. As much as she had tried to calm down in the car, she finds herself getting frustrated again now. Cam can feel Nicholas hovering in the doorway even though she hasn’t turned around and he hasn’t said anything. It's not even his fault, but he’s the one who’s there.

“What happened?” He asks again.

“Could you give me five fucking minutes please, Nick?” she snaps, unable to help herself. Behind her, she hears a scoff and when she turns around he’s walking out of the room. Tears of embarrassment prick her eyes and she follows him. “Nicky, wait, I’m sorry.”

He pauses in the hallway and she catches up to him. This isn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want to come home and fight with him. She doesn’t want to dump all of this on him. But he’s just standing there, watching her patiently, waiting to see what she’s going to say.

“Lunch with my family…” Cam starts and she sees Nicholas wince because he’s known her long enough to know without her explaining further yet. “She asked me again…”

Her voice cracks a little and she lets out a frustrated sob, shaking her head. He sighs and comes up to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. She doesn’t resist when he leads her out into the living room, sitting on the sofa and tucking her into his side. Wiping at the mess her makeup has become, Cam blows out a breath and rests her head on his shoulder.

“It’s like Thanksgiving all over again.” she mutters.

“So she hasn’t forgiven you for breaking the gravy bowl when she asked when you were making her a grandmother then?”

She snorts derisively, shaking her head. “I hate that question. Why do we have to make her a grandmother?”

“Does she not realize that we already have three wonderful children?”

“She doesn’t like cats, Nicky,” Cam sniffles, and he narrows his eyes.

“Well…your mom’s a bitch. If she doesn’t like my cats, I wouldn’t want her anywhere near my potential children.”

The thought of potential children makes her stomach twist in a not entirely pleasant way. On one hand, she’s very much in love with him and sees a future with him. But she’s never been interested in having kids. It hasn’t even been a topic of discussion beyond her mother’s insistence that Cam’s life wasn’t going to be complete until they had a baby.

“Do you…want kids—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. Whether or not I want them is irrelevant unless it’s something we both want. I’ve seen what you go through just to get your birth control, and I can’t imagine what carrying a child would be like. It’s your body, and it’s your choice. I’m happy with the way things are. You, me and the cats. If you ever want to add to that, be it another cat, a dog, a baby? I’m all in.”

It’s an immediate relief, and she wonders if that’s a normal reaction to have. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” Nicholas smiles brightly, and that almost puts her at ease as much as his words do. “Besides, just because we don’t want them doesn’t mean we can’t practice, you know.”

Cam tilts her head back to look at him, and he’s staring down at her with an innocent expression. “What was that?”

“I’m just saying, if you ever want kids I will happily devote whatever time I can to putting a baby in you.”

He says it so casually, but his words burn hot through her. It doesn’t automatically change her mind, but something about the way he says it. “Oh yeah? It could take a while.”

“I’d be very thorough.” he promises, inching closer to her, nudging her nose with his own. Her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep his gaze. He spreads one of his hands out across her stomach beneath her shirt. “I know it’s just pretend, but god it’s easy to thinking of you all filled up, over and over—”

Cam reaches up to grab the sides of his face, yanking him into a heated kiss. She knows this is what he wanted, to be able to distract her from the shitty family lunch she had, and it’s working. His hands slide over her hips, tugging until she moves and crawls into his lap, knees pressed into the cushions on either side of him. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, threading her fingers into his hair. She pulls, just a little at first, and he predictably whines against her mouth, hips rocking up into her.

“Let’s go to bed,” he murmurs but Cam shakes her head, leaning down to bite at the edge of his jaw, feeling his moan beneath her mouth.

“Let’s stay right here.”

She sinks her teeth into his throat, sucking a bruise into his skin before pulling back and kissing the mark softly. Nicholas reaches between them, hands sliding beneath the bottom of her dress to pull at her underwear. Lifting up obligingly, Cam takes them off before undoing his jeans. They both try impatiently to get his pants down and nearly knock their foreheads together, laughing. Nicholas finally shoves them and his boxers down around his thighs, bunching the skirt of Cam’s dress in his hands as he pulls her down onto his waiting cock.

Nicholas doesn’t let her move right away once he’s inside of her, holding her down until she’s gasping and writhing in his lap. She stares down at him desperately, feeling overwhelmingly full. It must be written all over her face, the way he’s looking up at her, a hint of a smirk at the edge of his mouth. 

“Feel good?” he asks, still holding her hips tightly.

She clenches around him, enjoying the way it makes his mouth fall open a little. Leaning in, Cam lets her tongue drift over his lower lip. “It does feel good. You always make me feel so good. But if you don’t do something, baby, you’re gonna regret it.”

He lets go of her hips and she raises herself up, but as soon as she starts to sink back down he snaps his hips up sharply. They both moan, hers more high pitched as she grabs onto the arm of the sofa behind his head. Nicholas’ hands curl around her shoulders, pulling her down into each thrust and he sits up enough to press his mouth to the base of her throat, leaving his own marks behind. The shift in position drives him deeper inside of her and she whines in his ear, keeping him close.

“Touch yourself for me, please.” 

She manages to get her hand between their bodies. Every swipe of her fingers over her clit teases against his cock at the same time and she pulls back enough to get her mouth on his. She feels delirious, desperate.

“Right there,” she begs against his lips and he lets out a needy sound, holding onto her tighter. “Nicky, just stay right there.”

He grabs onto her hips, yanking her down into each thrust and she feels as if the air’s been knocked out of her. She can’t do anything but cling to him, fingers moving faster between her legs, teetering right on the edge. Her vision blurs a little as she comes, and she slumps into him a little.

“Let me fill you up,” he says and she can hear the desperation in his voice. She nods, unable to speak. One of his hands slides into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back a little. “Permission, Camille. You gotta give me permission.”

“Jesus, Nicky, yes—”

Nicholas moves them suddenly, tipping her onto her back against the cushions behind her. Cam grabs onto the arm of the sofa above her as his thrusts turn rougher, and she fists her other hand in his shirt, pulling his mouth back to hers. His tongue flicks against hers, hands digging into her thighs on either side of his hips. Her body aches with overstimulation in the best way, and she doesn’t want him to stop. He rocks into her a few more times, burying his face in her shoulder when he finally comes, catching himself on his hands to keep his weight off of her.

They stay there in silence for a few minutes, just breathing each other’s air and not speaking. But when he goes to move away, to pull out, Cam wraps her hands around his back. “Will you stay, just a little longer?”

Nicholas kisses her slowly, nudging his nose into hers and smiling down at her. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

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