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petite-phthora · 8 months

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Nova... after a supernova

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 7]

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Part 1

Ao3

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In-chat nicknames:

OGnerd = Jason

BatDad = Bruce

Discowing = Dick

BloodSon = Damian

TheHotOne = Steph

TheCuteOne = Cass

Omnipotent = Babs

Flashlight = Duke

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Clockwork watches as the scenes unfold from the screen in front of him, a fond smile on his face.

He chuckles at the awkward farewell young Danny leaves one of Gotham’s Knights with.

However, as his gaze turns to one of the other screens, his expression switches from amused fondness to one of contemplation.

As he watches the recently deceased manic clown cackle his head off at the revelation of his newly ghostly existence, Clockwork can do no more than let out a weary sigh.

As much as he would like to interfere so young Danny would not have to deal with this endeavor, alas, he is not allowed.

Regardless, he muses, Danny will be able to handle it quite well on his own. Clockwork has complete confidence in him, as he gazes at the many timelines that may yet come to pass.

It will all work out in the end...

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After taking some deep breaths to calm himself somewhat, Jason puts his glove back on before getting back on his motorcycle and leaving the apartment building behind.

He should probably use the rest of the night to sleep, as it’s already quite late.

However, not too long after he leaves he starts feeling eyes on him. He's being watched, and he has a pretty good guess of just who it could be...

And that guess is confirmed when he sees the shadows moving across the rooftops.

Of course, they followed the tracker to find out what he's up to even after he told them not to follow

He lets out an irritated sigh as he revs the engine and makes his motorcycle pick up more speed. At this point he’s most likely going way over the speed limit but, it’s Gotham, so no one’s gonna care.

At least they only just found him and started following him, rather than when he was still with Danny. Small mercies…

Though, he notes with mild curiosity, interestingly enough Replacement doesn’t seem to be with them.

Jason decides not to jinx his luck by questioning it, for now. Tim’s probably just overworking himself on a case again while doped up on so much of his awful Red Bull, Monster, and coffee mixture monstrosity that he should’ve had a caffeine overdose by now 3 times over.

Either way, Jason’s so not in the mood for their questions

Jason wants to keep his family as far away from Danny as possible, for as long as he can. And not just because of their not date, but he wants to help Danny keep people off his back about the murder of the Joker.

While, as he has mentioned to Danny before, most people will probably celebrate his death more than anything, he wants to spare Danny from B’s disappointment and his 5 hour long morals speech at the very least.

At that point, Jason decides to try to throw his stalkers off by making some unexpected, sharp turns and using a lot of alleys. He avoids the cameras and makes a point to also disable the cam and tracker the Bats ‘sneakily’ left in his helmet, again.

…

After spelling out ‘Fuck off’ with the tracker’s path on the map.

Luckily for him, Jason has just made it to Crime Alley, which is his turf. He knows his way around better than the furry brigade that's still following him does and he’ll gladly use this to his advantage.

With a small grumble that's muffled due to his helmet, he decides to try another more blunt method to try and dissuade them from following him.

Or, at the very least, distract them so that he has an easier time getting away.

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0 days without the Joker breaking out of Arkham

OGnerd: Stop stalking me.

BatDad: Don’t text and drive.

OGnerd: It's speech to text. Dumbass.

Discowing: Jason!! 😃 What’s up, Little Wing? 🐦 Sooo, why didn’t you patrol tonight?? 👀

OGnerd: That's none of your business dick wad. Fuck off.

OGnerd: What part of don’t follow me did you not understand.

Discowing: I just wanted to catch up with my little brother!! 😁 Is that too much to ask? 🥺

BloodSon: Todd. Who are you courting?

Discowing: Dami!! 😠 I wanted to ease him into it before bombarding him with questions 😩

TheHotOne: no damian id rite

TheHotOne: we ned a more direct aproch >:)

TheHotOne: so jayyyyyyy, whos ur mystery boo ;)

TheHotOne: dont worry u can tell m privtely ^-^

TheHotOne: i wnt tell, scuts honor o7

TheCuteOne: scuts

Omnipotent: scuts

Discowing: Scuts

Flashlight: scuts

Flashlight: Wait, you were a scout??

TheHotOne: no <3

OGnerd: I was just following up on a lead on a case I’ve been working on.

OGnerd: Besides, shouldn’t you all be focusing on finding that clown freak instead of stalking me after I explicitly said not to.

Omnipotent: Do you buy flowers for all of your ‘leads’ or are those just for the cute ones? 🤨

Discowing: Oh!!!! 😲 He got them flowers?? 🌼 That’s so cute! 🥰 I didn’t take you for such a romantic, Jay 😉

BloodSon: Considering Todd’s reading material it should not have come as much of a surprise, Richard.

BatDad: Red Hood, what do you know about the disappearance of the Joker?

BatDad: Is the person you were meeting with involved?

OGnerd: Nothing and no. Now leave me alone.

OGnerd: Middle finger emoji.

~ OGnerd changed the name of BatDad to WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl ~

~ OGnerd locked the name of WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl ~

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: Red Hood, this is extremely immature.

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: Change my name back and come to the cave for a meeting, now.

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: That was a misunderstanding and you know it.

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Jason turns his phone back off and mutes the chat once again. He managed to throw them off of his trail a bit ago and just now reached his apartment.

They know where he lives, yes, but it seems that they had finally noticed how not in the mood he was and decided to make the smart decision to give up and leave him the hell alone. For now at least…

Jason wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up at his apartment tomorrow anyway. But the metal baseball bat by the door and the gun in his holster should help.

After getting inside he changes out of his clothes and takes his time taking a shower. After getting out, drying off, and putting on something comfortable he practically collapses onto the couch.

His eyes fall onto the faded number sequence still scribbled on his hand. With a small smile on his face, while thinking of the person who wrote it, he takes his phone back out again and makes a new contact.

While he’d love to call it some sappy shit like ‘Danny <3’, he knows his family and it has enough hackers in it that he’d rather make the contact name a bit less obviously stand out.

It takes a while, but after thinking back on Danny’s space rambles earlier that evening in the observatory, Jason settles on a contact name.

He names it Nova, after a supernova.

He doesn’t know how right he is.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #sorry for the awfully long wait #got busy with college #and then i got a bit of a writer's block #but!!! this is not abandoned!!#uploading will just take me a bit long #to make up for the last long wait #im posting like 5-6 chapters in a row #also by now oracle has hacked the cams from before equipment around jason had gone crazy #and so she saw footage of him getting the flowers #steph is the one who gave herself and cass matching nicknames :)

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dave-me0wstaine · 6 months

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PPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! fighting 4 dominance w 80s dave?!?!?!?!?!?? you two js switching on and off of who's top n bottom cus i say so😈

OMG CASS YESSSS i totally see this, like something about 80s dave just gives brat energy omg. like he'd try so hard to fully submit to you but you'd tease him for too long and he'd just end up getting pissed and taking over, only for you to tug his hair and tell him "be a good boy for once". and in response he just whines, "quit teasin' so much"

omg or OR whenever he's fucking you and trying to take over control, you clench around his cock to make his hips stutter and his dominance fumbles long enough for you to push him on his back and start riding him. and he just becomes a whiny mess underneath you until he gets frustrated enough to take over again. the cycle just continues until you both cum :)

ughhh im so deranged for 80s dave oml

#also im v sorry for the wait!!#i got a lil bit of a writers block :/#dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut #megadeth fanfiction #asks

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year

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Hello!

I really liked one of your works, where First overheard reader talking to themselves and I was wondering if you could make a continuation for it. Thank you:)

A/N: Hiya! Glad to know you liked it! Hope you enjoy this! also a tag to @my-insanity-is-an-artform , come get yer tall glass of water!

First made you feel so many things at once. A truly, kind gentleman that others dreamed of in a significant other. Daring, dashing, a warrior and all. Enough to make anyone tongue-tied, staring up at him with wide eyes as he towered over them. His etiquette made the village girls giggle behind their hands.

First was the textbook definition of what a true hero was. Though, there were some downsides to this. Sometimes, the man was clueless in not understanding that he came off more than he thought. His charisma was a death sentence, a blessing, and a pain, all tied together in a pretty bow.

"He's not good for me, for my health," you muttered, "seriously, him and his blue puppy eyes, what am I thinking?"

You glared into the champagne glass while taking small glances at First, standing beautifully in the middle of a circle of women and men. The lights on the chandelier made him ethereal, drawing your gaze back at him; no matter how much you forced yourself to look away, he always seemed to drag them back onto him.

First was beautiful, there's no denying that; pale blonde wind-swept bangs that begged for your hands to play with, pale eyelashes over icy blues that were powerful and intense with a glance but were so soft whenever they landed on you. Wait, he was looking at you.

"You might wanna go save our dear friend from their clutches," a voice piped up beside you. It sounded distant to your ears cause all you could see was those blues drawing you into its sea.

First gives a shy smile before one of the women in the circle grabs onto his arm, drawing his attention away. A strong emotion came forth, deep from within,

"Hold my glass real quick; I'll be right back," shoving the glass into their hands without looking back as you walked into the circle, gently grabbing First hand.

"First," why did you sound breathless? His eyes went to you, silent appreciation in his eyes that made your skin tingle and your heart pound stronger than ever before. Swallowing thickly, you turned to the circle, silently cheering in your head as they looked at you with vague disgust and upset at your sudden appearance.

'He's not a fucking toy.' You thought bitterly.

"Apologies to you, ladies and gentlemen, but there is something that requires Sir Link's attention at this instant."

Turning on your heel with First hand in yours, you lead him away from the vulture's sight.

"Dear," it sounded so distant with how hard your heart was pounding and the blood rushing through your ears.

'How dare they? Treat him as if he's a trophy, a toy for them to play. Only wanting him for his looks and not understanding the sacrifices he had to make. Damnit, First, you and your smoochable face.'

A rough palm with such gentleness roused you from your ranting thoughts. Worried blues stared into you, peeling back every anger, concern, disgust, and jealousy spinning on its axis to an abrupt halt.

"What about my smoochable face?"

What?

"Huh?" You blinked as the proud, tall-standing hero shrunk underneath your gaze, reducing into a flustered mess, rubbing the back of his neck and averting your eyesight.

"My apologies, you said my smoochable face, and I-"

"And you what," your voice breathily shrill. The quietness is loud that the sound of a needle could be heard dropping onto the ground.

"I- um, may or may not have," First clears his throat, inhaling deeply, "overheard you from before when you were ranting about me and my face."

First grimaced at the sight of your face.

Oh.

Oh, this was seriously going to be a long conversation.

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse x reader #lu first x reader #.bea's writing #first hero x reader #hylia's chosen hero #link x reader #linked universe #woooww i finally got out my writers block #had no idea where i was going with this #but it's done #ending may be a bit nyeh

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elvisabutler · 10 months

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"The name Jesse means God's gift, Elvis." "I can't— I can't name a son o'mine that. My mama—" "It'd be God's blessing if it takes. If he takes." "Don't talk like that. It'll—It'll take."

"There's no going back, Lilly. If this takes, if God blesses you wit' my child, I— he's not raising 'em." "He wouldn't have in the first place."

those spark universe vibes

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #spark universe inspo #spark #spark universe #crawfever adjacent #i am so sorry for all of you waiting on this. i perhaps caught a bit of writers block? my perfectionist tendencies got the best of me i fea #it's coming along now i think.#( but this part of this chapter has been written for ages. )#also sorry if anyone thinks this is an update. xoxo love y'all

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bucketsofmonsters · 2 years

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The Shapeshifting Detective - Part 1

cw: parental death, grief, slow burn, more tags will be added as the story continues

male shapeshifter x fem character

word count: ~4k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

“I found him.”

She could barely manage the words, barely make any of this make sense, let alone answer questions.

“Yes, you said that already. I need you to describe what happened.”

“He was just…” She felt like she might pass out. Members of the police force shuffled around, investigating the room just to her left. Even the thought of it left her dizzy and disoriented. The sounds of her mother sobbing from across the room echoed in her ears. It was odd, she thought, that she wasn’t crying. Most people cried when things like this happened. Someone had said she was in shock, maybe that’s what it was.

The detective’s words pulled her out of her head and back into reality. “Katherine, I need you to tell me what happened, while the memory is fresh.”

“I don’t think I’m going to forget it anytime soon, detective, I wouldn’t worry about that,” she snapped. Grief turned to anger in an instant, the emotion eager to find something productive to do with itself.

“Katherine…” he said, more warning than sympathy in his tone this time. She knew better than to snap at him again.

“I found my father on the floor of his study, I don’t know how long he’d been there, it looked like he’d been stabbed. I screamed and now you’re here, I don’t know what more you want from me.” She kept pulling back, trying to recall it again, remembering and remembering. Surely there was something she missed, some clue. The person who did this was just wandering around right now while her father lay dead, that couldn’t be right. There must be something she could do, anything to rectify the situation.

“Do you have any idea who could have done this?” he asked, his patience clearly wearing thin, despite the faux sympathy he was attempting once more.

“If I did, I would have told you by now.” She couldn’t keep the frustration out of her tone. Why was he just sitting here, asking the same questions? Surely there were more urgent matters, things that needed to be done to find justice.

The detective just groaned, rubbing his temples as he did. “Perhaps I should come back tomorrow, when you’re less hysterical.”

The urge to slap him was overwhelming. So many emotions ran through her, begging for some outlet and this detective was making a strong case for it to be him.

She managed a strained, polite smile and even that was a miracle. “Yes, perhaps that would be best.”

He nodded and stood, eager to get out of her home

“Detective, can I have your name?”

“Detective Harvey Lewis, miss. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He was halfway out the door already when she called out to him again. “Aren’t you going to interview my mother?” She turned to see one of her maids comforting her as her body shook with sobs.

“If I couldn’t get usable information out of you, I certainly couldn’t get it out of her. Goodnight, miss.”

That felt unfair.

Before she could protest it, he was gone, eager to get out the door. Other police officers shuffled in and out but she couldn’t stand it any longer, being so near to it all, so she just left. She didn’t want to go to her room, people would look for her in her room, so she just found some forgotten closet and sat, waiting for morning.

Eventually, morning did come, despite how endless the night felt. She picked out on her dress, making sure it was a presentable black. Something plain that fit the situation. This would be her attire for the next year. A year of mourning for a dead parent, two years for a dead spouse, all written up for her, a guide for young women everywhere. She’d always thought the rules silly, surely someone could determine how long they should mourn on their own, but right now she appreciated the rules, having something set out before her. One year and then she was done. Was that how long it would take? The hollowness in her chest would be gone in a year, the flashing images gone, at least if they followed the rules of etiquette. She couldn’t imagine they did.

Her maid, Anne, helped her get dressed, uncharitaristically silent. Usually they talked and joked, they were close friends, but right now there was nothing. Katherine could feel her, searching for something to say but too unsure to try. She didn’t mind, it was better than the endless condolences she’d already begun hearing, words that she was sure would lose all meaning shortly.

When she was told the detective had returned, the numbness left and frustration took its place again. She knew she wasn’t quite being fair to him, that she was probably reading into his behavior too much, but it really felt like he didn’t care. The worst thing she could ever imagine was happening to her and he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

When she made her way down the stairs into the main hall, her anger was immediately overwritten by confusion. He didn’t seem to notice her, too caught up in either what he was doing or his own thoughts. What he was doing was holding a handful of flowers. At first she thought maybe he’d brought them for her family but she quickly noticed the vase that they’d been taken from sitting on a table in front of him.

She couldn’t remember if the flowers had been there before or if someone had already managed to drop off flowers as condolences. The water was dripping from their stems onto the floor and still this didn’t seem to ring any alarm bells in the detective's head, he just stood there looking down at the dozen or so flowers in his fist, eyebrows furrowed as they made a mess below him.

As he stood there, unaware of her presence, she got the chance to really take him in. His thick brown hair was shaggy, desperately in need of a good cut and some styling. Likewise, his face was covered in stubble, like he typically shaved but hadn't gotten around to it in a while. She didn’t recall his clothes looking this disheveled last night, his white dress shirt and long, tan coat looking like he’d wadded them up and then thrown them back on before coming over.

Somehow, this appearance did not inspire confidence in his abilities.

After trying and failing to figure out what he was doing for a few moments, Katherine cleared her throat and the detective whipped around, clearly startled. He relaxed as he saw who it was, apparently lacking the self-awareness to look embarrassed about the frankly bizarre thing she’d seen him doing.

“Can I help you?”

He dropped the wet flowers onto the table next to the vase they belonged in and gave her a smile.

“Hello, Miss Katherine. Are you feeling alright?”

Was she feeling alright? No, she felt about as far from alright as humanly possible, actually.

“As alright as I can be.” She knew her smile must look strained, a far cry from the practiced, measured fake smile that usually adorned her face but for now it would have to do.

“Have you confirmed that the flowers didn’t murder my father or do you need more time to investigate?”

For a moment he had the audacity to look at her like she was the one who was acting odd before his eye widened in recognition and flicked back to the flowers he’d set down. “No, the flowers are not high on my suspect list right now.” There was not a hint of humor in his voice and she wondered if he thought she was an idiot or if he was one himself.

“I’m Harvey, by the way.” He stuck his hand out towards her, expectantly. She took it and he gave it a quick shake before dropping it, still looking at her eagerly

She nodded, confused by what was occurring. “I know, you told me last night.”

He nodded, running his hands through his hair absentmindedly. “Yes, of course, just wanted to remind you. A lot happened last night, it would be totally understandable if you’d forgotten.”

“I’m not stupid,” she shot back, already on the offensive.

His hand flew up in a quick surrender. “I don’t think you are, don’t worry. Just here to ask you some questions about last night, is that alright?”

She nodded, leading him into the sitting room so they could talk.

He got situated, taking out a pen and notepad that she was certain he had not been holding the night before. She wondered if it was because he hadn’t been taking her seriously, hadn’t even thought to write down what she’d said.

As he sorted himself out, she took the opportunity to inspect him once more. He seemed much more pleasant than he’d been last night, had she just imagined it? Had his demeanor seemed harsher and more hostile last night, when emotions were running high? Or maybe she’d caught him at a bad time, although that didn’t seem quite fair, if anyone could use that excuse for their poor behavior last night surely it was her and not him. Either way, she was grateful that he’d been kinder today, she wasn’t sure she’d survive a repeat of last night. Or more aptly, she wasn't sure if he’d survive one.

Speaking of, he wasn’t the only one who’d been less than pleasant last night, although she was certain her snappiness was more justified. However, she needed to be on his good side, to build some sort of nonantagonistic relationship with the detective so she could obtain as much information on the case as she could.

“Before we start, I’d just like to apologize for how I behaved last night.” The second she started to speak his head snapped up, hanging onto every word. At the word apologize, his head cocked to the side, confusion written all over his face, a vacant, uncomprehending look in his eyes.

“Why would you need to apologize?”

He even made apologizing difficult. Maybe he wasn’t more pleasant than last night after all, swapping one type of irritation for another. “You were clearly frustrated and I snapped at you and that was unfair of me.”

He seemed absolutely baffled and a little upset. She hoped that wasn’t directed at her. “I was… frustrated. At the scene of your father’s murder. So you’re apologizing.” He sounded like the clarification was more for him than for her, a desperate bid at trying to unravel the meaning of her words.

She managed another polite smile, although she wasn’t sure how many more of those she had in her.

“That is what I said.”

“Right, I’ve gathered that much. Well, no frustration today so no more apologies will be necessary.”

She got the distinct sense he was attempting to humor her but couldn’t quite manage the energy to fight him on it any longer. It seemed more like a problem for him anyways, she was sure she’d been perfectly understandable.

“Can you walk me through what happened last night?”

“I have already walked you through what happened, I don’t know what more you want from me.”

For a moment he froze, looking like he was trying to read something out of his blank notebook. “Right, well, you’ve had some time to reflect and I’ve had some time to prepare…”

“Were you not prepared last night?” That was a great sign, she’d painstakingly recounted how she found her dead father and he appeared to not have even cared.

“Apparently not because I haven’t written anything down.” He was clearly frustrated but she didn’t think it was directed at her. He seemed to be getting angry at himself more than anything.

“Are you feeling alright?” She made sure to lace the words with what sounded like genuine concern, trying desperately to keep him on her good side despite her words. “Do you need anything? Some tea, maybe a breath of fresh air?”

The passive aggression seemed to go right over his head, his face softening at her words. “No, I’m fine, really. You’re too kind, after everything you’ve been through.”

If she was less upset, it might’ve been endearing, the way he seemed to be absolutely oblivious to any attempted rudeness. As it stood, she just wanted to get this over with.

“Alright, please just ask your questions then.”

He nodded, sitting up straighter in his chair, like he was trying to look more official. “Do you have any idea who could have done this?”

“As I told you last night, if I knew that don’t you think I’d have already told you? Is there perhaps another detective I could speak to? I don’t think this is getting us anywhere.”

Panic flashed across his face,

“I’m so sorry, it’s protocol and I want to make sure I have all the information and I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s protocol to ask the same asinine questions over and over again?”

Before he got the chance to flounder once more, Katherine heard her mother calling her name.

As soon as she entered the room, the detective stood up from his chair, back straight and chin up, as if he was standing at attention.

“Daniel’s here, he wants to see you dear,” she said, before noticing the other man already in the room. “Oh! Hello, Detective, I hope she hasn’t been giving you too much trouble.”

“Not at all, she’s been an absolute delight. I’m Harvey, by the way Harvey Law… you can just call me Harvey if you’d like. I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”

“Well, I’m glad we have such a reputable detective on the case, I’ve heard nothing but good things. I don’t think we got the chance to speak last night”

“No, we didn’t. Actually, I was wondering if we could speak but I don’t want to cut short our time, Miss Katherine.”

She shook her head, eager to be done with the detective. “No, I think we were just finishing. I’ll go see Daniel.”

She hurried out of the room, glad for the excuse to be done with the matter. The walk over was the best part, having a moment to herself where she could breathe. Who knew a murder was such a social event, she just wanted to have a minute to herself but it seemed like the whole town wanted to talk to her.

She paused outside the room Daniel was in, taking a moment to check her hair and makeup. It felt ghoulish, making sure she looked pretty enough to take condolences for her fathers death, but she needed to maintain a good presence, especially now that she was on her own.

When she stepped inside, Daniel’s eyes widened as he saw her, a smile breaking across his face. “I came as soon as I could, are you alright?”

She nodded, already sick of the question. Surely people knew she wasn’t alright, she couldn’t understand why they kept insisting upon asking.

“Good, I’m glad. I was worried about you.” His voice held more sympathy than she’d ever heard from him before, which wasn’t saying much. He wasn’t so much unemotional as he was self-obsessed, typically unconcerned with how she actually felt. So long as she could maintain a vaguely pleasant facade, he was more than happy to accept it as the truth.

He leaned in closer, still maintaining a respectful distance. The two of them weren’t alone. They couldn’t be, it would be improper. A few people lined the room, giving them some space but ensuring that nothing improper happened and, more importantly, no rumors spread that something improper had occurred.

His voice was lowered when he spoke but she was certain everyone in the room could hear him anyways. “Honestly, it was bound to happen sooner or later. I heard he’d lost most of your money anyways, put the family in debt to some shady people. The police ought to have an easy time on this one, I say it’ll be closed within the week.”

She was normally better at regulating her emotions, but she couldn’t help but start fuming at his comments. Of course that was what he was concerned with right now, gossip and money, it was silly to assume anyone would be actually concerned for her well being, let alone Daniel. That wasn’t how things worked.

He seemed to misinterpret her anger as fear, which was probably for the best.

“No, don’t worry dear, the debt won’t matter, when we marry I can take care of you, you don’t need your father’s money.”

“And my mother?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ve got everything handled. And, silver linings, without your father in the way we can be wed. Nothing heals a damaged heart like a wedding and a steady hand, everything will be just fine.”

She was not in the mood to put up with him right now. She knew she’d have to do the rounds, see everyone who wanted to say they’d come by to check on her so they could give themselves a pat on the back, but she didn’t have the patience she normally did, especially not for this. How he could imagine she was thinking about marriage right now was beyond her.

But, at the end of the day, he was right. She didn’t really have a choice in the matter, she needed him, even more so after her father’s death. So she put on her prettiest smile and did her best to look excited.

“Yes, of course, at least we have that. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that now, I’m right here.”

“Yes, you are. And I’m so lucky for that.”

“Chin up, darling. Things will get better before you know it.”

And then he was gone. More pleasantries were exchanged, of course, but she went into autopilot, smiling and nodding and doing the bare minimum. It’s not like anyone ever noticed so it didn’t matter anyways. But eventually, he brought the thankfully short visit to a close, eager to get out of her home and the gloomy, grief stricken atmosphere that hung over the house like a fog. That, she could not blame him for. If she was honest, she wanted out too. The energy was suffocating.

She should go back and talk, hash things out further with the detective or comfort her mother but instead she ducked away. She’d earned a little selfishness. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could even step outside and get a breath of fresh air without anyone stopping her.

Her escape was intercepted by running straight into the detective, who had seemingly finished his discussion with her mother.

He seemed unphased by the incident. His arm shot out to keep her steady after the collision but already he was talking about something entirely different. “So, this Daniel, your mother said you two are courting?”

She pulled away from his touch, she was perfectly capable of standing on her own. “An original question! How unexpected, Detective Lewis.”

Unfortunately, she missed her mother standing behind him in the doorway. Her handkerchief shot down from her teary eyes as she gasped at her words. “Katherine!”

She spoke through gritted teeth, knowing she’d be getting an earful about this later. “Apologies detective, I’ve lost my manners.”

He waved off her concern. “It’s perfectly alright, I think you’ve earned a little rudeness after what you’ve been through. Speaking of, I should leave you two, I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Her mother had already begun reassuring him, telling him that of course he hadn’t and he was welcome to stay for dinner but by then, she was already off, taking the opportunity to escape while her mother was distracted. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time she left.

Her decision not to sleep had seemed sound the night before, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to manage it anyways, but now that was catching up to her. She needed to rest, at least that gave her a good excuse to get away from everyone and stay in her room for the rest of the day.

She let out a sigh of relief when Anne entered her room, eager to interact with someone who could behave like an actual human.

“Hey, how’s your day been?” Katherine asked with a laugh, knowing how absurd the question seemed.

“Probably better than yours.” The girl gave her a sympathetic look and this one she actually believed. “At least Daniel came to visit, that’s exciting.”

She snorted. “Since when do you like Daniel?”

“Right, I don’t. At least he came and checked on you, right?”

“He didn’t come to check on me, he came to tell me how excited he was my father was out of the way and to inform me that we will, in fact, be getting married now.”

“Are you engaged?”

“Not yet but he’s definitely ready. He’s made it very clear that he doesn’t think I could survive on my own and at this point, I think he might be right.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” Her tone was reassuring but it did little to help.

“Sometimes I think about what you said, about running off. I know you weren’t serious but it’s nice to dream about sometimes.”

Katherine could tell she was choosing her next words very carefully. In some ways she appreciated it, that she didn’t want to give her any false hope. “If you want to run there’s nothing stopping you.”

You. Not us. Because of course she wasn’t about to leave her stable life for some pipe dream. Who would?

Even what she had said wasn’t true, there was plenty stopping her. “Can we not talk about this and let it just be a nice thought?”

“Yeah, of course.” She quickly changed the topic, clearly not wanting to dwell on the issue. “How’d things go with the detective earlier? Did you tell him everything?”

“I did my best. He was quite odd, he barely seemed able to string a proper sentence together, let alone solve a murder.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons, don’t be too hard on him.”

Katherine gave her a once over, trying to figure out why she was defending the man. Normally, she was more than happy to gossip and talk badly about the various people who entered the household.

“Don’t tell me you fancy him, I mean he’s not the worst looking man but he was an ass the first time we met and incompetent the second time. There’s better men for you to fawn over, I promise.”

Anne’s face immediately turned bright red. “No, that’s not… I mean, I don’t…” After a few failed attempts to deny these accusations she opted to instead bury her head in her hands. “I’m just saying, maybe he’ll surprise you. I don’t know.”

“You’re being so weird, what’s up with you?”

“No, not weird.” She dismissed the idea as quickly as she could. “I’m just worried about you! Do you want to talk about any of this?”

Maybe that was it. Katherine didn’t have any real idea how she’d comfort someone who’s father just died, she couldn’t imagine it was any easier to figure out when it was her that needed comforting, she couldn’t blame her for that. “Not really. Can we just be normal? I should get ready for bed anyways, can you help me with my corset? I haven’t slept and I need to be sharp tomorrow when I start poking around.”

“No!” she practically shouted, eyes wide with panic and face flushed. Katherine’s heart sank, was she going to try and tell her not to investigate? She’d assumed that at least Anne would be on her side. Insead of protesting, however, the maid began to stumble backwards. “I just remembered I need to leave.”

What was going on today? She felt like the whole town had gone mad. “You need to leave?”

She nodded, backing away towards the door, running right into it as her hand grasped blindly for the doorknob so she could exit the room. “Terribly sorry, I’m sure I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t get into too much trouble, sleep well Miss Katherine.”

Miss Katherine? Anne hadn’t called her that in years.

She watched the girl leave and did her best to reach around and undo her corset herself. So much for acting normal.

And then, a few minutes later, like she hadn’t just run off acting like she’d seen a ghost, Anne walked right back in the room to the sight of Katherine trying and failing to undo her own corset.

She snorted at the sight, walking over immediately. “Please let me help with that. I swear Kate, you’re absolutely useless.” She said it with a fond smile, her hands immediately falling on the lacing as she’d done a million times before.

“Anne?”

The girl hummed in acknowledgement, clearly barely paying attention as she loosened the undergarment.

“Were you acting weird because you don’t know how to act around someone who’s grieving or because you think I killed him?”

That got her attention.

She turned, concern written all over her face. “When was I acting weird? I was kind of quiet but I thought you might appreciate the silence, since when does that mean I think you killed someone?”

She sounded offended at the accusation, which was fair, but Kate couldn’t think of any other plausible explanations for her behavior. “No, not this morning. Just now, before you left.”

Anne’s hand drifted up to feel her forehead, her moves slow and intentional, like she was worried she might scare her off. Kate couldn’t help but lean into her touch, it was the first genuinely comforting thing anyone had done since all this had begun. “I haven’t seen you since this morning. Are you feeling alright? When was the last time you slept?”

Great, apparently she was hallucinating now. Either that or her best friend was lying to her but honestly, she’d prefer the hallucinations.

“The last time I slept was before all of this, I’m probably just tired.” She rubbed her temples, trying to understand what was going on. It almost made sense, everything in the last day had felt like a dream anyways. She’d love to be able to say that of course she knew what was real, that she wasn’t hallucinating anything, but right now that seemed as possible of an idea as anything.

Anne squeezed her arm in quiet reassurance. “Don’t worry, I think everyone’s off kilter with everything that’s happened. I mean, the detective sees stuff like this all the time and even he seemed off, although I think there’s something not quite right with that one if I’m being honest.”

At least the non hallucination version of Anne agreed with her evaluation of the detective. She had a feeling that he wouldn’t be solving much. Even if he wasn’t incompetent, she couldn’t just leave this in the hands of someone else while she sat and did nothing. If she had to sit around, stuck by herself, she was certain she’d join the growing number of people going mad, if she hadn’t already.

She might not be a practiced detective but she couldn’t be worse than the one they already had.

#terato #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #shapeshifter #the shapeshifting detective #This fic is so self-indulgent lol #For those who don’t like slow burns I will still have one shots coming out #I wanted to get more one-shots out first but I’ve got major writers block and this was the only thing I could work on for a while #this ones a bit plot heavy at the beginning but I care about these two so much #More stuff coming soon sorry for the long wait!!

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babacontainsmultitudes · 1 year

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“Do you like to be kissed?”

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"Kissed where?"

(Or, Cassandra tries to learn a bit more about her best friend Sparrow.)

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Would we still be besties if I took my Sparrow and Cassandra barbies and made them smooch? Would we still be besties if I told you all about it?

Yeah, yeah I’m shy as all hell sharing this but I wrote about our lovely little crack (friend)ship. Honestly y’all writing fanfiction is still very new to me period but most especially this is the first time I try writing... this kind of scene so please have mercy but also if you read it I’d love you forever (or at least for a while).

#I'm doing the Ron laugh as I hand this to you #sparrow oak #cassandra swift #dndads #dungeons and daddies #it's more or less from Cassandra's POV?#at this point they're in like an established qpr #it's okay if you don't like iittttt #as long as we can still be friendsss #sparrow oak garcia #I've had the idea in my head for a bit but I basically wrote this yesterday afternoon to night #finally got past that writer's block #dndads fanfic #dndads fanfiction #fanfiction #ooh boy #If no one reads this I guess that would be okay #the people reading my other fic are gonna be like what the fuck is this

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galpalaven · 6 months

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should i invest time into writing a book? i had an idea for one that i really enjoyed, but i know how long publishing takes, so it feels like a waste of time

there's also a collaborative dnd story i wanted to write with my dm friend (hiiii @whynotsableye) that i still want to write but idk if anybody would be interested in reading it or even how that would work. do people read just? like? serial short stories?? would that be something people would be into? i can't draw and neither can she so it would just be us writing....

idk. im still jobless and getting no responses and i just. yeah. everything sucks

#my birthday is in like 4 days and i feel like shit lol #like...truly i got my degree!! and now i cant find a job #so it feels a lot like what was the point of that #and it makes writing anything hard because i end up in a cycle of hatred for wasting my own time #and its hard ot write words when youre busy hating urself #however. i did write a bit tonight and actually enjoy it #and then i decided to catch up on A Tale of Crowns which was lovely #but now im thinking about the art trades i just flaked on and im hating myself again #i will do them... my writers block is being chipped away at once i can get the words flowing like they were back in like march i will be #able to do things again ;n;

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wu-kongs · 2 years

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MK needs another perspective besides nezha (not that he wasn't useful, but more couldn't hurt), but again he faces the problem on who he could ask. Maybe someone that is also closer to macaque too since both monkeys are needed to resolve this, but who could fit that bill? *in the distance, demon bull king and princess iron fan shudder in unison*

"when i discovered what that wretched monkey—" iron fan says coldly, "—had done to my xiaodi, i wanted to tear him limb from limb. hell was not hot enough for that filthy creature."

MK shudders, ice through his veins and chilling over his spine at her words. he thought it'd be a good idea to talk to her since red son was so insistent that macaque was his uncle, and apparently his favorite one at that. though it hadn't been easy to find someone who could give him insight on the monkey king's side of the story, it'd been practically impossible to think of anyone who'd give him a leg up on figuring out what macaque's deal was. red son was his best lead, unfortunately!

iron fan looks at him, notes his nervousness, and then clicks her tongue. after a moment to compose herself, she turns away, the short train of her robes swinging smoothly after her as she steps over to a plush chair to settle down.

"after he joined that miserable monk, wukong... changed. he had become someone different from the king who'd been on the verge of felling the entirety of heaven." wrath begins to melt to a somber disappointment and vague hurt that MK isn't sure is real—the nearby fireplace crackles, flickering tricky and unreliable embers over iron fan's face.

"wukong had been the pinnacle of our kind, the one we all looked to, who had defied death and heaven time and again. he was a god among us. no one had been more aware of than than liu'er." any admiration that may have crept into her tone is promptly clipped by a sneer. "it went to his head. he remembered none of it when he began to pick us off one by one, as if all we simply were only scum of the earth." she pinches the bridge of her nose.

every one of her words weighs more and more on MK's shoulders and he finds himself lowering to the ground. this is a new side of the monkey king MK has never heard of, or even thought about. he supposes what they say is true: the winners do write the history books.

"...when the band of sworn siblings had received word of the monkey king's return, and that he was methodically eliminating us... we did not want to believe it. liu'er did not want to believe it—and for his sake, neither did i." she turns her sights on the dancing flames, eyes narrowed as if to shun away the memories. she then snaps to look right at MK, glaring. MK flinches from his settled spot on the rugs.

"listen to me, boy. i only tell you this because i..." her nose wrinkles the barest amount, as if this was difficult for her to admit, "i believe you have some measure of ability to resolve this matter. do not betray me."

he swallows thickly and nods furiously—what else is he supposed to do here? say no to the terrifying princess iron fan? he might as well dig his own grave!

she sighs like this a grievous thing he's putting her through, and he only feels a little bad about it; the bad blood is obviously still so prevalent here and he's not doing much but dredging it up.

"liu'er and wukong..." her eyes trail back to the fire. "they were inseparable. it wasn't simply a matter of their being together all the time, it was... it was as if two pieces of the same being had been separated before it was born and those pieces were in an endless cycle of attempting to reunite. not many noticed it, and those who did silently agreed to say nothing of it. it was not the sort of matter you pointed out for fear of throwing the balance into chaos."

MK swallowed thickly, a tide of nausea starting to rise in.

"liu'er, that fool... he adored mei houwang, was constantly found in his shadow, beheld him as the sun and all the stars above in his eyes." pure contempt smolders in iron fan's eyes, punctuated by the flames reflected there. "and although i detest wukong with the every fiber of my being, i will not lie and say it wasn't an unrequited adoration... they were disgusting. it was as if they wanted to live in each other's skin."

her fist clenches from where it rests on the arm of the chair. goosebumps rise on MK's skin despite the warmth.

"and then wukong was captured." she growls. "he had been the spearhead of our armies, and we quickly fell into disarray without him. liu'er had tried his best to regroup us—many of us did, but without the monkey king, our forces were unable to stop the might of heaven, and we scattered to the winds to survive."

"liu'er did not give up, but... his constant attempts eventually caused much of the destruction of flower fruit mountain. he had become so relentless to rejoin his other half that it blinded him to those he still had to take care of. he refused to stop chasing the monkey king."

"i can only imagine what he must've thought when wukong resurfaced, alive by whatever miracles and luck—and now in the servitude of a buddhist monk of all things... but chase he did, and ultimately, it led to his doom."

silence, thick and suffocating, reigns over the dim sitting room for a long moment. iron fan lets MK absorb the tale, and his mind races for it. he doesn't know what to make of this. he knew that macaque and the monkey king had... some weird thing going on, but this. this? way more than what he bargained for.

whatever they were—lovers, friends, allies—didn't just fall apart. it was ripped apart mercilessly, and nothing could've stopped it. MK sees that now. he's learned enough about both of them to figure that out. it was always going to happen, like... like fate.

he suddenly laughs, the edge of it hysterical and lost. he's out of his depth here. he's sooo out of his depth. this whole thing is millennia in the making, and he's supposed to fix it? he's supposed to, what, undo those thousands of years of tragedy? iron fan looks at him, expression stony.

"they're fools, the both of them," she says. "and with this... eyeball in the mix, they will chase each other's tails around forever until one of them forfeits."

"what am i supposed to do about this?" his voice quakes, eyebrows tented and smile pained and frantic.

the barest hint of pity flickers over iron fan's face. "niu and i have had our fair share of... marital challenges. all i can offer you, child, is honesty. it's not you who can mend what you haven't broken. they're not your pieces to collect. you may provide the glue, but they will have to use it themselves."

MK slumps, face dropping into his hands. "that's basically what prince nezha told me..." he grumbles sadly.

she studies him.

"i will add only this, then," she then says, and he perks up slightly. "i know liu'er. i have known him a long time. a foremost fool, i will always say—and he will always love wukong, no matter what has happened between them. whether wukong will allow that love is yet to be seen, but i know this is a two-way road."

he blinks at her, absorbing her words

prince nezha said the monkey king is still holding on to who macaque used to be. princess iron fan says macaque will chase the monkey king forever. they still obviously care about each other a lot, whether they'll admit it or not.

MK just needs to find a way to make them be honest about it.

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total-serene560 · 1 day

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Okay first draft of ch.3 is officially done

#what's on your mind fic #it's 2k words of half-scenes and just entire scenes of only dialogue but it's done and it exists #and it got me out of my writer's block #well okay I had to rework the outline a bit to get out of writer's block but hey #also the level of these guys being boyfriends without even dating is just insane #may post a snippet of the second draft lol #my writing ramblings #my posts

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zelda-posting · 27 days

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tears of the kingdom could have been so good if it were built around like, its story or its characters instead of being a clunky shell to show off the mechanic no one asked for that it forces you to use

#*#text #totk #mechanics #i had fun scuttling around in the depths for a while but that got old eventually. for obvious reasons #what i liked about zelda games was always the atmosphere and character interactions #like. one of my favorite games is twilight princess. which is. deeply unserious in many ways #bit it COMMITTED to its setting and what the writers went ham making sure #that it was still full of whimsy and affection.#totk doesn't have that. the characters are all 1) instruction manuals or 2) vehicles for what small and disparate semblances of plot #survived whatever disaster must have happened in development that made them cannibalize several different ideas #and stick them into the shell for the fucking. arm #totk plays like a gallery or again just an engine for the building thing.#it's pretty. the music is good. the building thing is well made. but as a zelda game totk Fucking Tanks #i HATE overinvolved mechanics. i HATE having to stop and rely on a Whole Process that i have to keep stocked #to get anything done. i've always liked loz again bc of characters and whimsy but also bc it's always been mechanically vert streamlined #and accessible to someone like me who is disabled and finds fiddling EXTREMELY tedious #you have one required tool per dungeon and they're QUICK they're SIMPLE they're A GOOD TIME #totk. to me. is just clunky and has no redeeming qualities outside of again being pretty and still sort of nominally letting you run around #collecting things. some of the side quests were cute. but even then the characters were very.#THE THING ABOUT ZELDA GAMES IS THAT IM used TO THEM BEING ABOUT. NOT JUST THE FUNCTION!!!!!!#there were things— many of them! sometimes most of them even!!!— there just for fun. again almost especially The Characters #totk is so goddamn UTILITARIAN on all levels ITS. CLUNKY and BORING i don't WANT to have to do 30 things just so i can do something else.#hey nintendo. if you have to force people to play your game. like if you specifically have an ''open'' game and then subsequently have to #manufacturer MANY blocks and caveats to the idea of ''do whatever have fun!!'' so that it's''but only how WE want you to''. maybe thats bad.#maybe you've done a bad job. if again. you have to FORCE players to go about things in the way and order that you want. it's no fun.#like even zelda games where you have less options and linear progression feel less restrictive bc like. they don't fucking punish you.#for. playing the game. you just can't do things. totk really punishes you for going off script. which like. why even do that.#anyway. this is all probably incoherent. i'm right tho.#wow there are so many typos. pretend there are not <3

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autumnwoodsdreamer · 10 months

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Din

#din djarin #the mandalorian #got writer’s block. but! got bit by drawing bug. I am both disappointed in myself and yet having fun. I apologize.#but hey! I finally figured out how to drawing din’s hearing aids!#so I’ve got that going for me at least…#the mandalorian fanart #fanart #star wars #star wars fanart #lift a sail #digital drawing #digital sketch #digital art #digital illustration #illustration #autumnwoodsdreamer art #my art

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soupbtch · 2 months

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#i should be asleep but i've been working on my fic tonight and just got to the first bit of smut in the whole series #how can i sleep when there's smut to write #fr though this cured my writer's block like i was STRUGGLING with the first part of this chapter and as soon as it got steamy my brain was #like 'it's go time 😎'#danny writes #rsan

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years

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This one’s a long one! But holy shit am I excited for next chapter!!! Notes will be at the end :)

I didn’t read it over, don’t think I ever will /lh

Curiosity Killed The Cat (5)

_WC - 2.8k (LENGTH!!!)

_TW: Suicidal thoughts, panic, mention of death, swearing

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It’s been better.

He hasn't had to go back in the jar for the past few days, however Wilbur is very cautious of Tommy near the potions and rarely leaves his side. It’s a bit inconvenient but seeing as he rushed the first part of his plan, he can be a bit more patient. He could just ask.

That would probably leave him back in the prison, so no, he isn’t doing that just yet.

Wilbur has been nice enough to use the ladders and bridges for Tommy’s benefit; he set them up around the house. Specifically the kitchen.

A lot of the house has been rearranged in a way that it’s easy for him to walk around and interact with rooms other than the basement. The walk up onto he first floor was a struggle given the minuscule steps compared to the giant steps, but it still was worth it.

As for Wilbur, he’s the same. They have conversations over dinner in the dining room rather than the basement, and they continue with the banter. Tommy isn’t exactly comfortable being snarky with a giant but it also gives him a sense of pride so he does it anyway.

Tommy and Wilbur currently are in the kitchen. Wilbur’s trying his hand at cooking and Tommy is looking through cabinets in search of something. Something is what he found. A candy, larger than him, but still candy; something he hasn’t had in the last week. The wrapper wrinkled as he attempted to carry it to the open cabinet door where Wilbur could see. “Wil,”

The man looked up at Tommy, who had situated his food to where he was leaning against it. “Do you want me to.. size it down?”

Tommy was about to say yes, but he looked at the candy then back to Wilbur. On second thought, “No. Just.. just wondering if I could have it.”

“You don’t have to keep asking, Tommy. You know that, right? This is your house as much as it is mine.” Tommy tensed, a frown growing in place of his grin. “This is not my home.” He said firmly. This is his prison. Not his home. The jar may have been his ‘cell,’ but even after you escape a cell you must get out of the prison building, which stupidly enough happens to bring him back to square one. Trust.

“Why not?” Wilbur asked. Tommy huffed in amusement but paused, gazing at his uphased expression upon realizing Wilbur was being serious. “Oh, I don’t know. You kidnapped me, basically kept me as a pet in a jar for four days, and you still won’t let me out. Sorry if I can’t call this place home.” Tommy missed the look of guilt that Wilbur had on his face and instead morphed it in his mind to be a look of annoyance.

Wilbur did not respond and continued messing about in the kitchen while trying to prepare food without burning it. Tommy looked down at it briefly, hoping not to seem too interested in it to avoid a casual conversation. While he probably shouldn’t get on the giant’s bad side, he still definitely doesn’t deserve to get treated nicely, verbally or physically.

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It was a boring day if he was being honest. Wilbur’s food was fine despite a faint bland taste, and he left pretty early on after giving him enough food for the day. He just went upstairs into what he assumed to be his bedroom and didn’t come out for a while. Perhaps he was redoing his plan once finding out Tommy wasn’t leaning into his fake kindness. Wilbur wasn’t playing the part too well, he could see annoyance and disgust below the slow and careful movements to make sure Tommy was ‘comfortable’ and ‘safe,’ or whatever the actual fuck he was doing. He was making a fool of himself acting so fake, that’s for sure.

Tommy was using the smaller staircase Wilbur put in, slowly making his way down into the basement. He hadn’t gone down there much, as he knew Wilbur was down there quite often. His hand gripped the hand rail as he slowly descended, eyes kept on the potion table. He knew he should wait and ask Wilbur directly, yet it was so close and he was confident he wouldn’t be coming downstairs anytime soon. Then again he didn’t have a proper way up so that was a lost cause. Wilbur knows that Tommy wants out so he just so happened to not install any ladders in the basement to avoid him trying anything.

He paused halfway down the staircase, wondering just why he started the long and annoying journey down the stairs to a room he didn’t even have easy access to if he wanted to climb or view things. Tommy stood there for a good few moments, fighting between going back up and continuing down.

He turned around and headed back up the steps. Thank Prime he made his decision before he got too far down.

Tommy listened for any sounds signifying Wilbur downstairs, but he was met with silence. Still unsure, he stepped onto the new floor, peering around the door before settling down. He was upstairs, probably fucking sleeping. He can’t tell the time; the windows are blocked. The only thing he can use is meals, unfortunately enough.

“Tommy!” A loud voice from the kitchen sounded into the living room, startling Tommy so badly he had to grip onto the door to avoid stumbling over himself and onto the floor. His heart raced at the loud tone — one Wilbur never used. Tommy got right on finding his way to the kitchen after knowing any words he tried to speak wouldn’t be heard and it would result in just another yell. When he entered the kitchen, Where Wilbur stood at the stove again, the panic calmed down. He’s not upset with me. He said in his mind, repeating the affirmation what felt like a hundredfold before his mind and body seemed to get the message.

Up the ladder Wilbur put up, and he had a proper view of the kitchen. The giant was cooking again, oddly enough. The sounds of sizzling caught his attention but Wilbur’s body blocked any view he could get of the thing on the stove, so he let it go after many different attempts at many different angles.

“Hi, Wilbur.” He said, wondering if the argument they had a few hours prior still lingered in the area. Seemingly not, as Wilbur turned the heat down and turned to face him, another faint smile on his face. A sympathetic one was what he missed and he instead deemed it as one that was meant to intimidate him.

It didn’t work, he knew Wilbur’s tricks by now. He’s a predictable man when you spend a week cooped up with him, four of those seven days in a jar. He couldn’t do anything but study his surroundings, Wilbur included.

“I’m sorry you were alone all day,” Wilbur said, turning back around, turning the heat back up, and to cook.

Well, if he’s being honest, while the words Wilbur spoke were supposed to be ‘nice,’ he was glad to have the man away for the day. And it’s nothing like he’s not used to by now, no matter what fake interaction Wilbur tries to make with Tommy, he always makes sure to decline impolitely and send him back upstairs.

Awkward silence drew out when Wilbur opened a cabinet and picked a glass plate off the top of a very thin pile. The noises of the material it was made out of made the silence even more unbearable. Usually, back at his actual house, when he was living a normal life, he talked for hours on end if he wasn’t stopped, just rambling about whatever came to mind or even a specific topic. But, now, even as the urge to speak came to him and was threatening to go into action, he stayed quiet and soaked in the awkwardness as he couldn’t bear to start a casual conversation, or anything at all.

Tommy watched subtly as Wilbur dished what he now learned was ground beef and fucking mashed potatoes, the weirdest ‘meal combination he’s seen in a while. While the food items aren’t necessarily odd by themselves, but usually there would be something like pasta included, but it’s pretty a shitty thing to have at dinner.

The plate was set down on the kitchen island, a bit in front of Tommy, which was his cue to step back until he was near the edge of the counter, plenty away from Wilbur after he had sat down. He tried to look away from the sheer size of the man’s mouth as he took a bite, easily looking away after his heart twisted nervously. Tommy started walking, heading to the ladder so he could go do something else.

“Tommy.” His name was called, and he tensed. Turning around, he found brown eyes studying him. “Uh.. hey.” Tommy laughed nervously, hand wrapping his wrist as he stood, seconds from freedom. “I’ve been thinking,” Wilbur said as he set his fork down and put his attention fully on Tommy. Oh gods, what’s to happen now?

“The exits, I’ve enchanted them. You could go to a normal size if you’d like. I think it would be easier to get around and I can tell you’re uncomfortable being.. small.”

He wanted to laugh, to pull his hair at the fact that everything seemed to be working out. It seemed unreal, but as the offer lingered in the air, he smiled. “What, really?” He said, intrigued yet skeptical. “Yes, Tommy.”

“I guess that would be good, wouldn’t it?”

Wilbur nodded.

Seemingly abandoning his food, he stood from the stool and eyed Tommy, clearly thinking something that Tommy wouldn’t agree to. “Could I bring you down to the basement, there’s nothing down there installed,” Wilbur said, Tommy tensing the third time this day. “Uhh…” He drew out the word, ultimately shrugging. He wanted to decline very badly, being in a giant’s hands was not something he wanted to do…but if Wilbur’s offer is true he should accept it while he can, even if it means a few frightening moments until they reach the potions.

There is always the case that Wilbur is lying.

Why would he lie?

Why wouldn’t he lie?

“Yeah.”

Well, no going back now.

Tommy could tell that Wilbur felt just as awkward as he did when picking him up with a gentleness he wasn’t expecting. He thought it would be just grabbing his tiny form until they got downstairs, but instead he was swept from his feet carefully, a hand behind him as support, like he’d done it before. It was still forced and he didn’t get the option to get used to it before they started walking, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

The feeling of being held wasn’t one he could get used to or comfortable in, as the feeling of skin all around him was a weird one, especially when he got a close look at the small intricate lines of Wilbur’s fingers, something he didn’t see often. It’s not like he sat in a fucking palm on the regular. Everything lately is a first for him.

Down the stairs to the basement they went, Tommy’s heart twisting in hidden excitement at the opportunity of getting to a human size again. It flipped in nerve at the same time — Wilbur could by lying and he could just end up in the jar again.

He shouldn’t think like that, no matter how realistic the idea was.

They reached the desk and Tommy scrambled off the hand as soon as he got the chance, moving a bit away from Wilbur. His eyes went every which way as he tried to read the labels of each and every bottle that was on the desk’s corner. He saw growth but he didn’t see shrinkage. He prayed to Prime that it was behind something and he just couldn’t see it.

Wilbur took the growth potion and a potion from behind tilted shrinkage. Tommy hid the smile very easily coming onto his face by biting his lip, but it barely worked and he could tell Wilbur knew he was up to something thanks to the very obvious side-glance at him.

He looked away when he saw Tommy noticed.

Wilbur popped the cork lid off of the shrinkage potion, pouring a small amount onto the growth one. The lid returned and within a few blinks, the growth potion was a size he could hold. Interesting. Tommy looked to Wilbur, who in return pushed the potion over to him with a finger. “You might want to go on the ground. Uh, can I?” Tommy knew what that implied and he hesitantly nodded after reaching down to get the brew.

Wilbur held him less gently, just grabbing the collar of his shirt like some fucking cat until he reached the ground. It didn’t hurt but it wasn’t better than being properly held. “..Do I drink it?”

Wilbur nodded again. Tommy knew it was probably poison, but then again he’d be down for that too. He doesn’t really want to carry on with life if he’s going to be stuck here, small, for the rest of his damn life.

So, he took the lid off and took a small sip, then another proper one after he found the taste of it wasn’t anything like he expected. Although one thing he did expect to happen, happened — the weird numbness in his body returned and he fell to the floor, a dark void taking over as he inevitably passed out.

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When he woke up, he found that his eyes weren’t fucked up like they were on his first day. Instead, he noticed something different. It wasn’t the slight buzzing in his body and it definitely wasn’t the chilling air in the room. It was how everything looked when he would wake up in his bed at his real home.

When he was a-

Oh.

Tommy shot up, a fresh wave of needles spreading through his body. His quickly-beating heart and running thoughts were too busy to even notice the pain and instead just took in everything. He patted the area around him, his clothes, the floor, hell, even his face.

Wilbur didn’t lie, miraculously. He’s actually normal again. Phase-whatever-the-hell-he’s-on can commence and he can finally get out. He’s leaving.

“How do you feel?” Wilbur spoke up from behind him, startling a jump out of him. He looked back, shifting to a stance instantly. Wilbur, even when he wasn’t a giant, is tall as hell. It’s still intimidating in a way but not nearly as much as it was when he easily had over fifty feet on him.

“Fine. You actually went through with it,” He huffed.

“Did you think I was lying, Tommy?” The words he spoke were dull and still managed to slightly scare him. It wasn’t necessarily a rude tone, it was just ominous, in a way. “Well, you look like the fella to do that.” Tommy looked back at the potion table briefly, not wasting a moment to look back at Wilbur before he drew suspicion to himself.

From what he saw, everything was where it was. So, if he moved quickly enough, he could grab it, take the cork out, and hit him with the potion.

Wilbur enchanted the doors.

Did he really do that, though?

Wilbur isn’t that stupid, he wouldn’t let Tommy just walk out.

He can figure it out when he has the upper hand, that’s for sure. Even if it takes a bit, it’s time he is actually willing to waste. Tommy repeats the actions he’s inching to do in his mind as the duo stare at each other. They both looked like they wanted to say something, but they stayed silent.

That’s when Tommy did the thing.

He sighed heavily, preparing himself for a count of three seconds before reaching back quickly, hands shaking as he fumbled with the cork lid. Wilbur instantly knew what was happening and backed up, much too far from the steps to consider running. “Tommy, hey-”

Too late. Whatever Wilbur had to say was cut off, for he had gotten the top off and splashed Wilbur with the shrinkage potion. There was no yelling and no rough actions, only Wilbur collapsing to the fall just as he had however long ago it was. The sight was a thrill to see. The shakiness left his body as he let out a laugh of relief, setting the potion aside as he took time to wrap his head around who just a bit ago the roles were their old selves, but now, after he performed his plan perfectly, they were swapped. Tommy had the power. He had the time to do whatever he pleased.

He could actually get back to living soon, in a matter of hours he hoped.

It really did all work out, huh?

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HA! You fools, you doubted Tommy, apologize to the boy >:( /j /lh

Well, I think the last chapter will be good!! It’s honestly so exciting to write the ending that everyone’s been wanting,,,, you guys finally get to know what Wil’s intentions are!! :DD shdjfjfn

Hope you enjoyed, I tried to make it longer than usual maybe it’s a bit too long, but hey, it makes up for the last chapter

chapter six

#curiosity killed the cat #something’s brewing au #g/t #dream smp g/t #mcyt g/t #brickfic #mw #t!tommy #g!wilbur #AAAAAAA it’s here!! i’ve been working on this all day #i had terrible writers block for it for a bit but somehow it all got cleared up #two writing things in one day asw?? 👀#chapter 6 will probably be shorter #kinda like stranger things #season four was building up to season five (and 12+ hours) while season five will be about 10 hours #jasmfnfndnnsmdnfm

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