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hobie-enthusiast · 9 months

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NO BC MORE PPL NEED TO TALK ABT PROWLER HOBIE!!! - 🕷️

— oh 🕷️ anon i completely agree and shall deliver

— cw; not comic accurate 616 hobie, a mix between him and 138 hobie, canon typical violence, mentions of making out

alright, so before a life of crime, the two of you were high school sweethearts. the talk of the school, everyone adored your relationship. voted most likely to stay together, the works. you worked like a support system; hobie having had to raise himself and needed more love than others, along with the hardships you may have faced during your upbringing. hobie originally had a really hard time letting himself be vulnerable around you, but he got used to it, letting you in to help him through what he needs to.

despite having great support, things were rough on him after high school. when he lost his job, the equipment he essentially invented for it made him turn to crime for a shot at protecting the innocent, especially you. you were essentially a victim to the terrible mistreatment of such a fascist country, being terribly poor while with hobie. with such a corrupt government, and tons of heros who defend it, it seemed to be up to him to fix it all. so, he took his inventing skills and became a villain, deeming himself 'the prowler'.

and he felt like he was protecting the people. stopping those bloody cops from hurting the innocent, or punishing officials who've done bad. he was a villain with a good cause, but not many saw it that way. they saw their beloved spider-man as the one who does the good, not some scary villain in a scary suit. essentially, the constant battle between the prowler and spider-man began.

hobie tried to keep his second life a secret from you, he really did. but the one day he was out, you managed to find his prowler suit and mask. along with that, all sorts of gadgets that seemed far too advanced for some regular civilian. upon confronting him about it, he admitted to everything. what he’s doing, who he is, and where he goes.

it’s.. tough at first. learning your high school sweetheart was a super villain isn’t the easiest piece of information to take hold of. but you stayed. you knew he was fighting for a good cause, so you kept him close to your heart. how could you not? hobie always wanted better for you, for the people, for himself. so you stuck your support, staying right by him through it all.

hobie can also find himself in a habit of stealing from large corporations. it’s his thing as the prowler. it would range from stealing food for the local shelter to stealing a nice knick-knack to gift to you. though you feel some guilt at first, it soon disappears upon remembering that these places won’t ever miss what hobie steals. they’ll just find something to replace it.

some things hobie does not do as the prowler (that normal villains tend to); hurt the innocent, steal from small businesses, cause commotion during charity events or rallies of protest, have an innocent be his “person on the inside”, kill like, anyone.

the most he would do to hurt anyone (which is government officials and fascist politicians), is beat ‘em up and give them a good talking to. he reminds them of who’s truly running this country, who’s actually the one feeding them their money, and that normal shuts them up. hobie hates the way they plead with him to not kill them, it honestly makes him laugh. he has the same reply every-time.

“you beg t’ not be offed, but kill ‘ur citizens everyday. think ‘bout it.”

even as the prowler, hobie always makes time for the things he loves. you, for one. he’s always taking you for a night in the city or to hang with his friends. dinner dates at home are a must for the week, he’ll never miss it. he eventually does propose to you, which consists of him just asking out of the blue in bed if you wanna get married. he gives you one of his rings and says, “boom, married. g’night, love.” yeah, you never got official documents. but who cares?

hobie’s other commitment lies with his band. never misses a show to play. he’s sticking with them, even as the prowler. he loves the high he gets from performing onstage for the people he fights for, listening to their enjoyment. he loves laughing with his band as they keep a high energy show going almost all night. and the best part? he sees you after his shows, warm smile on your face as you congratulate him (either verbally or with making out. your choice). he would never trade those nights for fighting as the prowler.

overall, hobie as the prowler is not like every other villain. he’s committed to doing good in the wrong way. and even when spider-man convinces him to find a different way to get his message, he never gives up. he retires his prowler costume in exchange for one that advocates loudly, leading protests and riots at the front lines. he had to admit, it was a lot more refreshing than being painted as an evil villain. plus, it help that you find this option much safer :). he’s content with life as the prowler, even after he retires the persona.

#SHORT STORY || OUT NOW !!#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #prowler hobie #hobie

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belit0 · 8 months

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Hello 😏 can I request primal play? “Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” With IzuTobi? And if it’s not too much trouble either in a separate post or this same one, the same prompt but with indra

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH

(this is a combined post, Tobiizu and Indra x reader, separately)

Please, TobiIzu lovers, let me know what u think about this one cause I really liked it🛐👀💕

Tobirama x Izuna

"You have three days. Run, flee, hide. If I catch you, I'll fuck you wherever you are, no matter if there are people present or not." Tobirama's words bounce off every wall of his mind, exhilarating and terrifying in equal parts. Izuna eats his rice leisurely, watching the owner of the tavern he managed to find as a refuge wander back and forth. There is not much work to be done as the place is a proper shithole, but he moves as if he had to attend to 500 people at the same time.

72 hours is a huge advantage, considering the rules include the impossibility for the Senju to use his Hiraishin. If he wants to catch him, he will have to move like a normal ninja, ignoring the possibility of teleporting with his seals.

Izuna is convinced of having done a good job, putting between them at least a good few kilometers of distance and having used every hour of advantage in his favor, without wasting a second to get as far away from him as possible.

It all started as a stupid fight between the two, arguing about the past, particularly that time Izuna almost lost his life. They debated who of the two was faster before the albino developed his stupid technique, both claiming to have been superior to the other.

The decantation of this conflict ended in a terrifying bet, where Tobirama proposes to hunt down the Uchiha before seven days have passed. Giving him three days to escape felt like a joke, but he secretly appreciated it.

As the time limit he had to flee expired, he decided to set up his hideout in a lost village in the middle of nowhere, non-existent on the map, far from any popular road. He spent a good amount of hours covering any kind of trail he might have left, hiding his chakra so as not to be detected.

The Uchiha believes he has done an excellent job, relaxing and enjoying a plate of hot food from the decaying shelter he found. Everything seems to have gone perfectly, and he must stay there until the end of the bet, safe and secure.

On the fourth day, Izuna gets bored and decides to explore, finding a lake where he can take a bath in the open air and soak up sun. Life is sweet and easy without the constant nagging and fighting of his enemy, but damn he misses the bastard. He can even picture how Tobirama would fuck him against the rocks, half-body submerged in water, and his mind flies. He only returns to the shelter to masturbate with that idea in mind, not wanting to dirty the place with his business.

The fifth day is filled with uncertainty, the moment he calculated Tobirama would be nearby. He planted false evidence in the opposite direction, carefully planned footsteps and speed marks strewn along other roads, seeking to throw him off and waste his time. His strategy is flawless, and he figures he has found a way to make him swallow dust.

The Senju will lose.

The sixth day dawns with pure peace and the taste of being close to victory palpable in his mouth, imagining how he will rub in his enemy's face his uselessness for tracking and how bad his sensory skills are.

Tobirama turned out to be much ado about nothing, empty threats.

Izuna goes back to sitting at the same table he always occupies to eat, greeting the old man who runs the business of that destroyed place as if a close friend and devouring the food placed in front of him. He looks out the window as he finishes plate after plate, anxious to go back and laugh in the Senju's face.

He leans back in his chair when he feels like his belly is going to explode, and thinks he's crazy when he hears the old man talking to another customer. Since he arrived, he has never seen another person stop there, not even enter through the door, travelers having no idea of the place's existence.

Their conversation happens behind his back, and he listens intently without turning around. "Always wonderful meals from this place, one could expect nothing less from you." A deep male voice speaks calmly, complimenting the poor old man's services.

The person speaks as if a frequent visitor to the place, and that is what makes Izuna understand the seriousness of the matter. No one knows this site, no one can find it on the map because it literally does not exist, and there are no villages nearby.

"Lord Senju...you make this old man feel special, you are welcome here any time you please."

He has been found.

It takes not even a second for him to get up and run, violently opening the door and quickly moving deeper into the forest. It can't be, there's no way he's found a lost, non-existent spot and not fallen for any of his traps.

There is absolutely no way Tobirama could have read his strategy and discovered his plan so easily, without even announcing himself when finding him. How long has he been there? Was he waiting for Izuna to notice it on his own? Wasn't he intending to act?

He has no time to think as he jumps from branch to branch, suddenly agitated and with the urgent need to flee. Breathing hard only because of the surprise of the situation, he is desperate to get away from the place and make him lose trail of him.

Food rises and falls in his throat as he uses all his strength and runs, focusing on making his legs move to their maximum capacity. He swallows a few times to avoid having to stop to vomit, unable to waste time.

He has to run.

If he really sets his mind to it, he can manage to disappear, mislead him with quick strategies, and just move. Hell, he might even resort to hiding under his brother's skirt if he really wants to win, tempted by the need not to hurt his own ego.

Izuna feels how his enemy follows close behind him, too near for his liking, and hurries even faster. His legs burn from the effort and sweat runs down his forehead, but he has no time to stop. He'll have to struggle for a few hours to outrun him, figure out where to turn and which way to go-

BOOM!

The Uchiha unexpectedly falls to the ground, a sharp blow to the throat that robs all the air from his lungs and doesn't let him breathe. He writhes in the dirt and leaves, clutching his neck and feeling himself suffocating, struggling to get oxygen into his body.

What the actual fuck? Tobirama was behind him, how can this be?

As soon as he manages to open his throat again he violently coughs, almost vomiting (again) in the process, unable to focus his attention on understanding what happened. There were no obstacles in front of him, no high branches, why is he suddenly on the ground?

"I thought you'd be better at this, after the way you filled your mouth talking bullshit." His rival speaks with a teasing tone, mocking and towering his form with arms crossed. He looks at him calmly, smirk adorning the corner of his lips, taunting.

He can't find the strength to reply with sarcasm, still worried about being able to breathe normally, but he'd tell him to fuck off if he could.

A second Senju joins the meeting, a perfect clone that looks at him with the same condescension as the original Tobirama, and the Uchiha understands what his strategy was. The albino hid in the route he assumed Izuna would use as an escape path, years of knowledge gained from war and combat giving him clear information on what his enemy would do once aware of the danger, and sent his copy to make him run straight into him.

He simply had to hide and wait, let him sprint directly towards his arms.

Fucking cheating bastard.

"You said I couldn't use my Hiraishin, but you didn't say anything about other techniques." One of the two Tobiramas towering in front of him flips him over on the ground, pulling down his pants and exposing his ass to the air. The original hovers down on top of him and whispers in his ear "you'll take me twice today, just for being a pain in the ass." He can feel his erection against his bare skin, and the moment the Senju rises up and spits out his hand.

The rest is history.

Indra x Reader

An hour is not enough time when talking about being chased by Indra Otsutsuki himself, but he was kind enough to only walk in order to hunt her down. He will not hurry or rush the pace to capture her, only striding.

(Y/N) runs away as fast as she can, but nothing seems to provide space between her predator and her. She looks back and sees him moving calmly, straight in her direction. It is terrifying and distressing, unable to understand how it is possible that even when she runs as fast as she can, nothing manages to give her an advantage, to get away.

He didn't give her much time, an ever impatient man desperate to get what he wants, and the exhaustion the girl feels from having spent the last 60 minutes rushing is real. People stare at her passing by quizzically, wondering what she's doing and where she's going in such a hurry.

The Uchiha compound is large, spacious, but she can't find anywhere suitable to hide. Indra knows every nook and cranny of each part of his own territory, completely internalized with the place he built, leaving her with no options.

They have been in this insane game for quite a while, and Indra seems to rejoice every time he seizes her in his hands only to allow her to try running away again.

She simply devotes all her effort to maintaining a high pace, forcing her legs to keep moving, not letting her intensity or guard down. (Y/n) is convinced she will manage to lose him if she keeps up her rhythm, ignoring the fact she had her time to escape, yet Indra caught up with her in a matter of minutes.

He didn't reveal what would happen if he captured her, but the malice with which he implied it would be in her best interest not to fall into his hands filled her with a terrible urgency, desperate to get away, save herself.

When she looks back, Indra is only a few steps away, smirking with anticipation for whatever it is he has in store. It looks as if he might touch her just by stretching out his arm, but he just keeps on making her run.

The horror of being hunted by such a determined and cruel person creates deep emptiness in her stomach, her body giving up and slowing down little by little. She doesn't want to be caught, she doesn't want to face the consequences of it, but her legs scream for a break and her feet can no longer stand the effort.

In tears, she decides to slow down, and feels the exact moment when the Otsutsuki towers behind her, waiting for her to turn and face him. "You have failed." Is all she hears before a hand closes over her mouth and she senses the man's chest against her back, a choked scream on his skin, and pure panic in her veins.

The scene suddenly changes, a moment of movement that seems unreal, vision blurring in her eyes and quickly adjusting again. The setting changes completely, and now she finds herself in a room, facing a bed. "Three times I've allowed you to run away, three times I've captured you. It's now time for me to collect my reward."

She is pushed mercilessly to the mattress, while Indra looks at her with satisfaction and derision as he takes off his robe. "I mentioned running behooves you, yet instead you dismissed my warning as a game. Now, on to the business at hand."

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kangen-wanshi · 1 year

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Devotion ft. Squirrel Fish: Nameless

The Nameless Food Soul has always been convinced that he brings nothing but death wherever he goes. But when the Master of Kongsang proves him wrong, it seems like his devotion slowly grows deeper than before..

Tags: Fluff, reader is referred to as 'the Master', he/him pronouns used

The hands that were made to wield a blade.. Now are tasked to wield a hoe..?

Those were the first honest thoughts that came to Squirrel Fish's mind when the master of Kongsang assigned him a role to guard over the farm's coop. As a Food Soul residing in the realm, he has no reason nor will to defy the Master's order, but this lifestyle, this peaceful intervals between his daily work in defeating Food Demons feels.. Overly too domestic for him.

Of course, despite this new unfamiliarity, he never protested nor went against such a peaceful idea of living. He even thought, when he first came to Kongsang, other Food Souls would look at him in the bad light due to his past, but such judgment never came.

Dumpling who is assigned to guard the pen next to him, has always greeted him with a smile and an offer of his medical assistance should he need it. Spring Roll and Mugwort Dumpling occasionally calls him brother - and even goes as far as asking him to play and walk with them. Even the outgoing and extroverted Oyster Omelet sometimes asks him to come down to the beach together.

He enjoyed this type of life. A happy, peaceful life where he can serve as the Master's blade against any foe, all while still being able to receive the gift of domesticity in life with other Food Souls. His sins and crime from the past may haunt his bones still, but at least, he can seek some sort of redemption through this lifestyle.

That day was like any other day at the farm. Dumpling is tending to the animal stock by himself, while Mugwort Dumpling and Spring Roll are off collecting flowers on the outskirts of the farm, leaving mostly him to guard the area, as well Oyster Omelet who passed out nearly an hour ago.

Although today is a bit different. The Master of Kongsang visited the farm himself. Usually during a visit, he would assign an upgrade to one of the available facilities to improve quality and quantity of ingredients, but with the lack of files and equipment he carries, it seems like he has other plans today.

The Master smiled as he spotted the only available Food Soul in the farm with a wave of hand, he took a seat at the open balcony, tapping the empty space next to him, encouraging the nameless Food Soul to join him in a conversation.

Squirrel Fish follows his order without hesitation. He have always been like so - free, yet obedient still until the very end as he took a careful approach next to the Master of Kongsang with a small bow and a nod, "Master," he calls out to the demi-god, "What brings you to the farm today? I thought we were holding a banquet at the restaurant?"

"Oh, that's already finished," the Master chuckled, waving his hand dismissively, "Hu-Geng, Clay and Buddha's Temptation helped a lot during today's banquet, so we managed to finish earlier than expected. The rest is still cleaning the kitchen right now."

"I see.." His head falls for a moment, "Forgive me that I couldn't be of assistance to you in serving the guests, Master. I.. May be diligent with the blade, but when it comes to serving food —"

Before he could proceed with his words of degradation upon himself, he stuttered, and stopped himself completely as he felt a weight on his lap.

In his attempt to stop the Food Soul from continuing to speak badly about himself, the Master of Kongsang had laid his head on his lap, carefully looking up to him from behind his bangs.

"Are you going to continue?" He simply asks, hand reaching over to brush a leaf off of Squirrel Fish's shoulder, before resting both of his hands on top of his stomach.

Squirrel Fish often degrade himself to such a degree. Saying that he's not worthy of staying in Kongsang due to the fact that he only brings death and not delight as a dish. And everytime, the Master of Kongsang kept proving him wrong. He kept convincing the nameless Food Soul that he's worth more than he is - and that he deserves the good that comes to him. Such as this very specific moment where he, yet again, is caught tongue-tied by the Master's action.

So he only shook his head quietly. Pink lavender eyes staring down at the Master's tired face with a gentleness no one thought he could possess. His hands are stiffly kept on his side, afraid that if he moves even an inch, he might disturb the Master's rest, or worse, makes him uncomfortable of his presence.

Noticing his hesitation, the Master sighed before taking one of his gloved hands in his own, and placing it on top of his head, "You can touch me," he quietly chuckled, "It's not like you'll be given a death sentence just for playing with my hair."

Sometimes, he wonders what type of technique the Master possesses that he can do with no remorse or shame. He himself can barely commit to the action, stiffly and awkwardly patting the Master's head, earning a few light giggles and slight blush.

"Squirrel Fish," the Master calls out with a content hum as the Food Soul's movement slowly becomes more gentle and more comforting. Caressing the Master's hair, as well as his forehead and the bridge of his nose gently as his eyes slowly shut, drowsiness slowly taking over.

"Thank you for staying with us, here, in Kongsang," he chuckled, "I wouldn't know what I'd do without you."

Anything for you, Master.

I'll put my life on the line for you.

My memory of you may be gone, but a warrior's body will always remember. And this feeling,

Even if I forget it a thousand of times,

Even if a thousand lives will pass,

I'm sure, everytime we meet,

I'll always remember.

He didn't even get to say any of his thoughts as the Master drifted off to slumber under his touch and the gentle breeze of Kongsang. Light snores and gentle breathing, warm cheeks and slightly agape lips. He doesn't dare wake the Master up just to hear his selfish confession.

So he stayed, and he kept the Master company and comfortable, just like how he always does, and how he always will.

Spring Roll and Mugwort Dumpling came back to decorate the Master's sleeping head with a flower crown, Buddha's Temptation was looking in envy from the kitchen, while it took everything from Harbin Fried Pork not to scold the Master for slacking off during cleaning duty.

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #not sure if this count as readwr insert but close enough lah #the tale of food #the tales of food #tale of food #tale of food x reader #tales of food x reader #tof x reader

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spaceless-vacuum · 1 year

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What if the zeldas from the links like sun and sky being yandere for reader too.

Would they Ally with their links are not are would they break those ally with their links if we're to have reader in their hyrule.

Zelda from koridia game is a savage

So I watched all of the t.v show episodes and I can finally start adding some of my opinions on this, starting with Courage and (I don't think she has a nickname yet I think I’ll just call her Wisdom because it matches her Link’s name but correct me if there's a better one).

. . .

To begin, both of these two can Fight! Wisdom often goes along with Courage to the underground realm where Ganon’s lair is and will help him save the day. While she doesn't like to get her hands dirty if she doesn't have to, she refuses to sit around and do nothing when there's work to be done. She still keeps a strict line between her princess duties and that of a knight. She isn't as competent of a fighter as Courage is so she leaves the heavy hitting to him. She stands back and helps out and manages to keep herself out of trouble just enough that her friend doesn't have to worry about her too much. She doesn't want to be overwhelmed or kidnapped after all.

During her time Hyrule is not as powerful or as present as it once was, and only two pieces of the triforce have been found (in the show they just dismiss the triforce of courage and never mention it so i'm going to assume it’s lost, same with the master sword because they never call Courage’s sword by name and it doesn't seal Ganondorf it just takes him away for awhile.) As such it’s hard for Ganondorf to win; but they also can't seal him away just yet. This means Hyrule for her is a peaceful zone until it isn't for a few days and then it all goes back to normal. Action isn't uncommon but most people live peaceful lives thanks to the efforts and worries from the princess and the triforce’s Guardian.

When you roll into town it isn't under attack but there's still evidence of the terror that rampaged through just a few days prior. It’s clear something bad happened but not bad enough to put a damper on the good peoples spirits. You just finished up booking a room in the inn for the night and you're walking around town trying to figure out what to do when Courage spots you from afar. He stops his morning walk in its tracks just to get a good look at you. A new stranger in town is always newsworthy and he just has to know what you're up to, it might be no good and he reasons that such a pretty thing like you shouldnt be left around with no one by your side. He walks over to you and the conversation is friendly enough, but then he finds out you're an adventurer.

This strikes him as funny because Courage used to be an adventurer like you before he got stuck with a job in the castle. It’s been so long since he's been on the open road and he really misses it. He invites you over top of the castle for some tea and before you can reply he points out that it’s just ahead anyways. You have no choice but to accept as he takes your hand and practically drags you along for the ride. Following him down the brick path through the wide open gates into a stunning and painstakingly kept courtyard the stone brick of the castles waits and beckons you to explore.

He walks down the hallways very casually and asks you lots of questions about where you're from, what you're doing here, how the roads were like, and what your favourite food is. The conversation goes from regular chatting to flirting very quickly. He can't help it seeing such a sweet thing like you all by yourself means you must have plenty of stories to tell and he just can't wait to hear them all.

Wisdom bumps into you two not far from the entrance. She was just about to follow Courage to make sure he wasn't going to shirk his duties as a knight. They didn't have many knights around so it was all hands on deck for this one; and then she sees you. A beauty walking into her castle and where were her manners. She looks more smitten than the hero was and quickly resumes the neutral mask as her role as a princess and takes over interrogating. Where are you from, is this your first time in their kingdom, oh it is? Well you just have to stay for dinner and tea! She’d be more than happy to show you around if you’d be so gracious.

Courage follows behind the two of you as Wisdom takes over the talking. He has to admit that she has a way with words. Watching you two he can see Wisdom slowly sink her fangs into you. One hand is placed gently on your back and he can see an unusual tension in her body. It isn't hard for him to realise that he may have fallen for you but she fell harder. The three of you walk to a side room with a table and you all gather around and swap stories. Courage tells you about his adventures, Wisdom talks about the kingdom and what’s going on with Ganondorf, and you fill them in with how you came to wind up here.

All in all Wisdom offers you a place to stay at the castle as it would be a better spot than any for resting after such a long journey. It is hard to turn her down with how sweet she’s being and she's absolutely right about it being much better than the inn you were going to stay at. Courage goes to collect your bags from your old spot and offers you a room by his. Just in case anything happens, that way you'll be safe. Wisdom tells you not to worry as Ganondorf never attacks so soon but agrees that you should stay close to him. You thank her again and she spends some time talking to you before showing you to your room.

Oh true, it is not befitting of her to marry someone of a lower station but she can't help but be mesmerised by you. Somewhere between the tough and gritty shell of an adventure she can see the soft soul of someone like her. A mixture between gentle and heroic; kind and able to get the job done. It just draws her in like a moth to flame but some part of her knows it is in her duties to one day marry for the good of the kingdom. If it’s in her luck they will be much like you.

Not that taking a consort was so out of the question but it's at a time and place in history while Hyrule is starting to rebuild again and she has to plan for the future. When Courage gets back she talks to him about her feelings. She can see how hurt he is at first when she begins talking; but he doesn't say anything as the two have been friends for ages at this point. Even if he does flirt with her and they do fight from time to time nothing can separate them and they know that. The kingdom rests on their shoulders and more than that protecting and retaining the triforce is key for the future of all of Hyrule.

It isn't until she talks about her final thoughts and feelings; about how she wants you here but can't take you for himself that he realises what she’s after. He jumps in joy when he realises he gets to keep the cake and eat it too. He asks offhandedly if having you here means that he can't ask her for kisses anymore and she laughs before lightly punching his shoulder. Joking about how uncivil he can be before relaxing and asking that he keep you here in the castle, that is both a request from a friend and an order.

Courage looks a little taken back and Wisdom lightly lets him know that she wants to see the two of you happy together and doesn't want to take any chances. The endorsement of your relationship seems to be more of a way to have her cake and eat it too and Courage doesn't believe she is as serious as she seems at first. He gets to have you but by him having you she gets you as well? The concept goes over his head and Wisdom has to gently reexplain the concept several times before he comes to understand what's going on.

The aftermath is both of them taking things lightly while whisking you away. You can defend yourself and they often take you on their journeys together. This is an open relationship where you and Courage are officially dating while Zelda gets to keep you in her life and enjoy sweeter moments and company from you. Courage doesn't mind at all and finds himself happy to share, you're his in the end anyways. You and the princess are seen as especially close friends. Of course your willingness to defend the princess in battle is commendable and from the outside all seems calm and normal. You're just another helping hand and dating the hero. Nothing strange is seen.

. . .

I wrote more for those two than I meant to, anyways here's a flash round of how I think the others would go!

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Dot would love for you to join the knights of Hyrule. This keeps you and Four by her side, while allowing the two of them more time with you. You get personal training from Four and to all outsiders you're just another personal guard who spends all their time guarding the princess, as a good knight should. Why all that time seems to be in her chambers and acting more like a pet than actual knight is rumoured but no one can confirm what’s going on as you are rarely seen. When not with Dot Four has you by his side in a chain that matches your armour. All that training doesn't seem to save you from anything as you're in more of a political bind than physical. It keeps you still more than any physical chain can after all. I’m not sure if Dot and Four would also have feelings for each other, rather I see them as close friends with a shared love interest and they never even have to go through that awkward phase of ‘we both like the same person dont we’. They both just nod at each other and understand that it’s not an issue for them.

. . .

Sky and Sun have a house for you! And if it’s not a house out in the woods it's a special room made in the castle that was renovated with a door that locks from the outside. With all the chaos going on on the surface many people soon forget about the strange room that the queen asks for, and it's only there for when you forget your role by their side. Sky, you, and Sun are a power throuple and everyone in the kingdom knows it. You help Sun rule the kingdom by making sure she takes care of herself and her and you often spar together while Sky watches. You don't join the knights because that would mean going out and doing dirty work, rather your job at the castle is more of a personal friend borderline assistant. It crosses the fine line between royal lover and pet but between the two of them always cooing over you and each other you're being so smothered in love it's hard to tell where one line ends and the other begins. Everyone knows all three of you are in a relationship and everyone is cool with it.

. . .

God Artemis and Warriors… Ok so for this one I think they would have a huge rivals aspect to it. Not in a ‘i hate you way’ rather a ‘I can make them swoon way harder than you can’. Both find it funny and it's all in good faith. You for your part are so confused about how you got these two wonderful people suddenly fighting very hard for affection but it soon gets to be very overwhelming. Openly no one can see what's going on, just more banter between the princess and the hero. I don't see them sharing you together rather one will take you for a while before the other will spirit you away. I can see you being a soldier or messenger during wartime; your position is high enough to draw attention but not so much so you're in the active line of duty. Safe enough to not worry them too much while close enough to the fight to make your presence known. This is what sparks envy in them as you aren't close to either of them but they're both keeping tabs on you. You see none of the behind the scenes but Warrior is asking everyone you've ever worked with what they know about you, what your secrets are, where you live, and he passes it all under the rug as official business and your comrades are all too happy to give you up if it's the captain asking.

Meanwhile Artemis just pulled up your records and got all the information from that. Warrior shows up in her office to brag and she's just sipping tea while calmly explaining she already knows all of that and didn't have to work for three extra weeks to find it out. Trouble ensues.

Warrior gets you when he's not on active duty, and after the war he gets to have you when he returns from his missions. Aremis dresses you up in the finest of clothes she can find and leaves you for him as a present; he deserves to come home to his precious darling after all he's been through. He returns the favour by presenting you in much the same way before he leaves to go take care of business; he also handles any of the dirty work such as removing rivals and taking care of punishments that she can't handle herself. The two share you separately and take on the responsibilities of keeping you quiet together.

. . .

Flora Can see you and how close you are with Wild. She swatches from afar as you two grow closer and she feels a little strange watching how closely you two are. Of course she agrees that you are the most precious gem in all of Hyrule and is so thankful for you; both for your huge heart in helping to restore Hyrule to what it once was and also for helping Wild. She knows she can not be there to comfort him like she wishes to be so having you there to be a shoulder to cry on is so sweet to watch. She just wishes to be there too. Her time alone leaves her with a lot of time to simmer over her feelings and she often finds herself wondering if she can make the three of you work out. She wants you by her side and wants him too, god shes so head over heels and knows that he must feel the same way. If only she was there now, please don't make her wait…

When she is rescued she reunites with Wild, and the two of them talk and are so happy. She avoids the subject of you. Rather she already knows you were safely left at his house in Hateno and wants to say hello to Wild first before making the journey there. She has to test the water and say hello to her close friend first. By the time they make it to the village it's nighttime and you are sleeping peacefully. She goes upstairs to check on you and Wild follows behind. It's not hard to tell from the look on her face to know what she is thinking about. All it takes is one look at each other and the two of them know, in the way only two destined to fall in love can know, what the other is thinking.

For this one it’s a slowish burn between Wild and Flora while they also love you. Another polycue that will only have to face more troubles as a rejuvenated Ganon is on the horizon.

. . .

Fauna and Calamity i'm on the fence over. Some people write him as hating the nobility and his involvement in the war and having a sore spot over how he was treated, and while I have to agree I think he's also a forgive but never forget type of person. Like it still hurts but he wont let that change how he acts around others. This relationship is rough but I can see it having a happy ending. With Fauna and Calamity never ending up together I can still see them reaching a conclusion and sharing you. Especially since after all is said and done Calamity is still a knight beholding to Hyrule and the Princess. Him and Fauna can work together to keep you in the castle, but this is where they start to disagree.

Fauna wants to show you off. She wants to have everyone see you hanging off of her arm so they know you're taken. This sets Calamity off because he's the type to want to hide you away from others instead. This results in a fight between him and Fauna and it isn't until she points out that it's smarter this way; as now everyone knows you're taken and they won't be able to make a move on you because of her power. You Are Safer because you've been marked as off limits. Once he hears this and really processes it he relaxes and realises that she's right. She can do things he can't and after this the two have a heart to heart. What happened during the war was the hardest time of his life and he's always been training to be the perfect soldier and now that it's over he's finally healing. He has a life now and no matter what you’re the make upon it. She agrees wholeheartedly and swears she never wants to take you from him. She wants to see him happy and won't ever cross any line without good cause and reason. They both need and want you and even if they go about it in different ways they both agree that the other's way isn't bad; in fact it blends quite well.

When the loud drum of nobles and the castle becomes too much for you Calamity and Fauna will go on a trip to a quieter part of Hyrule and work out well for all three of you! They need to get out and make sure the rest of the country is recovering well and everyone is always glad to see the hero and princess again. It means a lot to the both of them to take you out and about every so often, even if you are now stuck inbetween the biggest power couple in Hyrule that isn't even a couple.

This matchup is funny to me because I can see Fauna and Calamity healing from everything and reforging their friendship afterwards and being really close physically; being touchy and feely but both agreeing there's nothing romantic about it. You can often find Calamity passed out in the lap of the princess and he stands guard over her so happily that everyone assumes it’s them dating, and in reality they are just extremely close and it's you dating them. They love to gush about you to each other and the kingdom just accepts the princess and her knight have a thing for you, and that she's dating you both but nothing has been made official yet. They saved the kingdom, let them do whatever they want.

...

To be honest I headcanon that polyam is accepted in loz because why wouldn't it be, and also its a bit of a matriarch because its the three golden goddesses and Hylia is the patron goddess to Hyrule, and even in Lorule i'm assuming they also have goddesses? To be honest It’s a very female ruled kingdom as well because it’s Zelda’s blood that holds the power to seal the darkness and also she rules the kingdom. So needless to say no one minds Zelda doing what she wants especially when it's an era with a hero, they saved everyone for god's sake let them have some peace.

. . .

Ok so for the others we have Dusk/Twilight, Wind/Tetra, Fable/Legend, Hyrule/Dawn/Aurora, Lullaby/Time, and Koridai/(I haven't thought of a good name for her yet…) and I will get those done on a later date because this is so long as it is. I know I went hard into the Wisdom and Courage part but in my defence I just finished watching the show and I thought it was goofy and fun!

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ARC Review of The Duke Gets Desperate by Diana Quincy

Summary:

Raya Darwish unexpectedly inherits her late cousin's castle, much to the displeasure of Anthony, the Duke of Strickland. Stick's father should have passed the castle onto him, but instead chose to leave it to his wife, who left it to Raya, an American interloper. Now Raya and Strick are forced to work together to bring the crumbling castle and the lands surrounding it back to life...

My review:

First, as a daughter of Asian immigrants, I deeply appreciated the Arab-American rep we got with Raya and her aunt. Raya was born and raised in Brooklyn and is pretty American in her attitudes (as Strick derisively points out every time she brings up ways to monetize the estate), but she also holds onto the Palestinian culture of her parents. I appreciated the references to the food she enjoyed back home, as well as her describing how her parents took care to protect their daughter's modesty, something that is culturally very important from my understanding. Raya's Auntie Majida reminded me fondly of all the aunties in my life, particularly in the way she melds her Arabic and English when speaking (Diana Quincy also wrote Majida's accent into her dialogue), as well as her attitudes towards certain, uh, *improprieties* lol.

Regarding the romance of it all, I enjoyed this variation on the enemies to lovers trope. The management and ownership of the castle and its surrounding estate is the main point of contention between Raya and Strickland— which is not so lighthearted as a petty grudge, but neither is it something super intense or horrific. And it makes sense: Of course Raya's entrepreneurial American spirit would clash with Strick's aristocratic English attitudes, but they're forced to work together anyway. Which leads to an abundance of sexual tension between them.

There's this particularly great period of time between them where there's just.... unmitigated horniness on both their parts (but of course they don't act on it minus the time he's like "show me your tits" and she's like "...yeah why not") where Strickland keeps trying to use his sexual wiles on her to persuade her to marry him, and Raya keeps inadvertently turning him on by using business lingo. He delivers what might be the most and yet the least persuasive proposal in HR history which goes something like this: "I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. I cannot wait to be inside of you. Ergo, marry me."

Luckily, Raya is a smart gal and before agreeing, she takes care to secure her legal right to the castle using an actual solicitor thanks to property right laws that have changed recently. See, this is why I like historical romances set in the Victorian era (this is set in the 1880s): there's far more potential for racially diverse characters, as well as feminist themes, even if they're subtle. Raya getting a legal agreement on paper and making Strickland sign it to protect her rights absolutely counts.

There is also a mystery aspect to the plot, though it doesn't pick up until more than halfway through the book. Raya's late cousin died under mysterious circumstances by falling off the top of the castle, and this is related to Strickland's missing artifacts (which he's passionate about excavating and collecting). In addition, there's a bunch of will-related issues which also serves to drive a wedge between the couple. Does Strickland also attempt to use sex to grovel? Absolutely. Speaking of which—

The sex:

This book has solid sex scenes, and Diana didn't skimp on the foreplay (I'd argue the foreplay was the best part). I really liked this scene where in order to "seal" their bargain, Strickland asks to see Raya's tits (like I mentioned earlier) and goes to town on them. Specifically, the wording here is that he "clawed" at her bodice and tbh I find that level of desperation very hot.

The standout sex scene is probably when he covers her in Anglo-Saxon-era gold jewelry and then proceeds to finger her while making her watch them in the mirror. That being said, the unsung hero sex-wise might be Strickland's dirty talk. Like, man has some hits including "your quim wants to be friends", "I'm going to enjoy your sweet tits every day until we're old and grey", and "I'm going to keep burying myself in you until I'm too old to move". The future-forward dirty talk really did it for me. Bravo Anthony.

Overall:

I would recommend this book to anyone and everyone, and specifically anyone looking to start their historical romance journey. This is your quintessential "enemies to lovers" historical romance complete with a smart, plucky heroine, a hero that's initially arrogant and suspicious of the heroine but falls HARD for her later on (and that's after him panting after her for a good chunk of the story), and a plot that really makes you reassess the role of the aristocracy by this time period. Like, no longer are dukes infallible beings; they have to deal with money loss, railroads buying them out, possibly opening their homes up to tourists, and so on. For me, it was this aspect of the plot, combined with the dynamic between the hero and heroine, that really sealed the deal for me.

Thank you to Avon and Harper Voyager and NetGalley for an advanced copy of this book in exchange for my review.

#diana quincy #netgalley #arc #arc review #historical romance #avon books #avon #Harper Voyager #romance novel

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ultralightpoe · 2 years

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Escape - Bucky Barnes

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Authors Note: Y’all didn’t actually think Bucky would win you over? Nah. You should know my angst better than that. I have a very bad habit of not actually giving happy endings. @majo240820

@stockholmdolly

Warning: blood

Word Count: 1400

Part 1: Transfer HERE

Part 2: Visits HERE

Part 3: Returning HERE

Part 4: Bleeding HERE

Both your bodies hit the floor within seconds, Bucky screaming out in agony as your breath fell short in pain.

Your knee is burning and you nearly give up. Nearly. The second your blurry vision lands on Winger you decide to let the rage kick in finally. Ignoring the pain in your side or your leg or your hip you are rolling off of Bucky and launching up, smoothly unstrapping the knife he had given you earlier.

“You should really learn to count your bullets, jackass,” You snarl, watching as the gun clicks empty and launching at him with all your might. You cry out in fury as you start swiping the knife, aiming for his neck which he easily dodges. You swing too far and he uses this to his leverage, kneeing your stomach and grabbing the back of your hair to tug you back and glare at you.

“That’s all you got? A little battle cry and a slow swipe of the knife?” One hand gripping your hair while the other is bending your wrist to make you let go of the knife. You’re panting, pain lashing through your body.

“The move goes like this, swipe, set ,kick.” Natasha instructs, showing you once more before setting up to be the assailant on the mat so you can practice.

“Nat, come on. I’m tired and want to go to bed.” You whine, stomping your foot like a child to make her laugh.

“One more and we will go.” You don’t really believe her but set up for the move anyways. Moments before you start she clears her throat. “You know I’m doing this because I care right? I know working out for 7 hours isn’t something you enjoy but I want you to be prepared. You’re like my sister.”

“I AM your sister.” You correct, softly smiling. “And I’m about to kick your ass.

You let out another yell, swiping your leg under his and throat punching him before twisting your body to kick him, launching for the knife the second he hits the floor. As you are crawling for the weapon Bucky is flying over you, taking Winger down in a tackle as you spot the grappling hook that let you into the building. “Hold him for a minute!”

“Got it!” Bucky grunts, holding the winger in a head lock as the man kicks them both down.

“They had a test in boot camp….before I was turned into this.” Steve smiles, a nostalgic tone in his voice as you both take a break from running laps.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“We had to get the flag from the pole.” He mutters, it’s then you follow his sight to the flag waving in the hair high up.

“What were the rules?”

“None. Just get the flag.”

“10 bucks to whoever gets it first?” You offer, both pausing for a moment before launching for the pole. Steve lunges for the bottom, only to realize that it was welded in. “Damn.”

You on the other hand twist around, using your weight to move up smoothly like a cat, snatching the flag with a cry of excitement.

“HEY! GET DOWN!” Someone screams which has you panicking to get down, slipping and falling. Steve catches you and you both tumble to the gravel with sore groans.

“Thanks for catching me stud.” You laugh, standing up and helping him up.

“Always, but it seems like you’re used to heights and falling.”

“You have no idea. You also owe me 10 bucks.”

“Add it to my tab?”

It takes three tries to get the hook on a stable spot before you are doing your best to climb up it. It wasn’t as easy as climbing a tree or flag pole. But you managed through it, getting to the top and falling to the floor.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me you tap out already!” Sam yells as you fall back, rubbing your stomach and catching your breath.

“No. No it’s too much food,”

“This is nothing.”

“Sam. We just split a feast for 6 between the two of us.” You gape at him.

“We only have like half a plate lef-” You are sliding off the chair and onto the floor before he can finish his sentence, groaning. “Oh come on Y/n. Champ up.”

“No. This is where I die.”

“Get off the floor and help me beat our record coward.”

“Fine. But I am throwing up later.”

You puke out whatever is in your stomach and a little blood, gasping as you wipe your chin from it and crawl to the spot Bucky dropped his gun in attempt to get to you. It’s heavy in your hands but you don’t waste anytime crawling back to the hole in the floor.

Looking down at Bucky and Winger it’s hard to maintain a sight on one of them. But you line up the sniper gun and breathe.

“Just breathe. Imagine you are breathing the same air as your target and move with them.” Clint suggests, breathing down your neck as you stare at the archery target. “You know how to do this. You do.”

You squeeze the trigger and watch a body fall to the ground, Bucky whipping around to see you.

“Y/n?” He calls out.

“Yeah?”

“This is bad timing but….. I think I love you.”

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Let the adrenaline wear off.”

You are in a new jet within 4 hours, the team all gathered in the bunk room of it while a shield agent flies. You are all sitting on the floor, huddled up with blankets strewn about as well as a shit ton of medical supplies. Almost like it used to be. Almost.

Natasha is watching you and she must know, because she nods tiredly and holds out a hand to you. You grab it, squeezing tightly before dropping and turning to Bucky.

“I think I should apologize-”

“Y/n, it’s I who should be apologizing. Listen, I love you and I am sorry ab-”

“You don’t.”

“What?”

“You don’t love me. You think you do because you saw how I fit in with the group and you wanted that. You think you love me because you were healing and saw a standard. They mistook it too. They wanted you to heal and act more like me. Doing so they removed me.”

“I don’t think that’s what-”

“It is. They saved me and then they saved you.” You smile, leaning against the frame behind you as he gets silent. “This isn’t love. And I’m sorry that this might come off as rude but you’ll thank me in the long run.”

“You kissed me. You seemed to like me-”

“It was a distraction. And you don’t know anything about me.” You whisper, making eye contact with Steve. “I’m gonna go talk to Steve. Do me a favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Call me when you realize what’s right in front of you.” You smile, kissing his forehead before slowly getting up and making your way to where Steve is getting his last stitch.

“We were stupid.” He says, eyes welling up with tears. “And we have no excuse-”

“You don’t. And you never really will. It was a mistake, one that we can’t go back and change.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him. “It’ll be okay. You know that right? I will be okay once I am gone.”

“What about us?”

“You’ll learn. Just as I did.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and moving away,

You said your goodbyes to the rest of the team on the jet, the mood solemn as you finally landed at the compound. Yelena hugged you goodbye, saying it ws nice to meet you before you were gone from their line of sight.

Bucky saw a male waiting on the launch pad just as you had been that first day, smiling from ear to ear at him. A smile he had destroyed.

Logan Howlett was waiting on the launchpad, a glare already on his features before you are even off the ramp. Within 4 steps he has you in his arms, lifting you off the ground. “I hate you.”

“Didn’t like that I left?”

“No warnin or nothin. Bub I was worried, then fury says the mission went wrong and jesus you are covered in blood.” His face melts into rage at your appearance and you laugh.

“Buy me some pancakes and I’ll tell ya the story?”

“Deal.”

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MAD SCIENTIST AU PLOT!!!

(Specifically, the main group: Wilbur, Tommy, and Phil!)

I've ironed out the details of this au a bit since I first started it:

Definitely-Not-Mad Scientist Wilbur Soot is working on a new invention for teleportation!! Two objects are struck with a quantum beam, and their places are swapped!

He's reached a point where the positions of two items is successfully swapped, but there's a bit of a hiccup: the items also take on some of each other's properties. Size, color, even sometimes the actual material itself is switched.

He's set to perform another test later today!- hopefully his machine won't blow up this time.

Meanwhile...

Phil and his son Tommy are borrowers living in Wilbur's house! The human is a bit scatterbrained, and it's pretty easy to find food! There's just one problem.

They are both very scared of Wilbur, who is a borrower's worst nightmare: a scientist. Humans are bad enough, but a scientist??? Who knows what he might do to them if they were ever caught?

However, the steady food supply is enough for them to risk it... And the fact that most of the neighboring houses have pets that would be very dangerous to a borrower.

One day, Phil is on a borrowing trip in a rare place: the lab. Normally, he would avoid the place like the plague. However, Wilbur recently did an experiment involving copious amounts of food, which he hadn't bothered moving yet. Phil can't pass up the opportunity.

Luck is not on the borrower's side, however, as Wilbur returns to the lab while Phil is still there. He manages to hide, but if Wilbur just shifted a few things, he'd be seen. Phil's only chance is to make a break for it.

Wilbur fiddles with a few dials, punches a few buttons, and then turns to fiddle with something on the other side of the room.

Phil takes the opportunity, running towards a strange machine that's pointing at the desk he's hidden on. His escape route is just behind it.

He freezes when it starts smoking, glowing, and making terrifying noises. He backs away, but there's one directly behind him, too.

Suddenly, he hears a shout not his own, and turns to see Wilbur, looking almost as frightened as he is.

"L-Look out!" Wilbur splutters, and lunges towards him.

Accidents happen...

The machines malfunctioned, going off early and drawing Wilbur's attention to the tiny man standing right in between them.

Realizing the beams are about to hit who and whatever the heck that is, Wilbur darts forward, instinct telling him to block the beam.

What Wilbur forgot was that there were two beams. One beam hit Phil, almost completely covering him. The other beam hit Wilbur's hand, quickly crawling over the rest of his body.

When each woke, they were in a different place than they were before... And a very different size.

Steaming shrapnel, that was once a prototype teleportation machine, was scattered across the lab.

Aftermath...

Phil wakes up the size of a human. Everything is so small. It's fascinating... And terrifying.

Wilbur was scary before, but now it's clear that Phil is the scary one. And he hates it. He does his best to reassure the now tiny scientist that he means no harm, but he can tell the poor man is still unnerved. Considering his memories of how frightening Wilbur used to look... He doesn't blame him.

However, the scientist's nerves are far from the biggest problem. No, that award goes to the pieces of exploded machine scattered about the lab. And the only hope of getting back to normal? Fixing it.

Now Phil has to balance learning the basics of science and engineering from scratch, teaching Wilbur how to survive as a borrower, and figuring out how to even live while human sized- like where to get more food, for instance.

And most importantly: how is he supposed to take care of Tommy like this?!

Wilbur is frightened and overwhelmed. He wishes his scientist brain would kick in so he could see how cool this is, but he's too freaked out.

He's swapped places, and more alarmingly sizes with a stranger and is now the size of a bug. Sure, Phil seems nice, but it's hard to trust a complete stranger when they could crush you in one hand.

Now Wilbur has to somehow rebuild a machine the size of a skyscraper with no one to help him but a man he had to explain the concept of electricity to...

What's more, apparently there's a teenager living in his walls as well. A teenager that he'll have to explain why his dad is now giant-sized to.

Great. Wilbur can't wait!

#mcyt g/t #mad scientist au #giant!wilbur #giant!phil #tiny!wilbur #tiny!phil #tiny!tommy

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to-the-stars8 · 1 year

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Vigilant Coffe

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

9-Gotham Citizen

Batman Gone Too Far? The Dark Knight Sends Joker to Hospital!

You knew you shouldn’t have picked up the paper, but the title had pulled you in. Plus, it was free so there was no loss on your part. When the rush had eventually fallen to the dead hours, you took out the article.

Leaning on the counter with your chin in your hand, you skimmed through the words. It was about how Batman had beaten Joker nearly to death, and that the maniac had spent a good week in the ICU. You tried to imagine the guy you had seen for the past few weeks--who had been kind to you and spoken so softly-- doing such a thing. To anyone else, you were sure he wouldn’t, but Joker was certainly someone else. People you knew had been killed by his antics, so you had little sympathy for the guy.

“Asshole deserves it,” You mumbled.

“Hrm,” You nearly jumped out of your skin and looked up to see Batman in front of you. Not so smoothly, you pushed the newspaper off the counter. When you realized he had already seen, you chuckled to yourself.

“Sorry,” You awkwardly said. “I have some pretty strong opinions about the guy.”

“That makes two of us,” He said stoically.

If you had been anyone else, you definitely would have issued the dry humor in what he said. You snorted before moving to make his drink. “You know, I can’t picture you being like they say in the newspaper.”

“What do they say in the newspaper,” He asked as he picked up the article off the ground.

You were hesitant to say, but the words managed to slip out before you could think much about them. “That you’re one bad day from killing most of Gotham.”

When you looked back at him, there was no smile on his face; just a frown that said that he wasn’t too happy about the realization. You really thought he would have known, but couldn’t blame him for not seeking out anything the news said about him.

“It’s—it’s not true, you know,” You said quickly. “You wouldn’t do that. You’re a pretty stand-up guy. A bit scary from time to time, but ya do some good for the city.”

Batman looked down at the article a bit longer before flicking his eyes up to you and then to the coffee in your hand. He grabbed it from you gently. “Some good?”

You sighed, telling him what he wanted. “For crime? Yeah, sure, but I don’t think you think about the consequences you have getting rid of crime the way you do.”

“Elaborate.”

“You blew a water main when chasing Killer Croc, and half the city was without water for a week,” You admitted, a bit of your frustration bubbling to the surface. During that week you had little to no water since most of the stores had quickly sold out of bottled water. “Then, when you and Nightwing flew that helicopter into the light poles in the city center, I didn’t gave power for a week! I had to throw out half my food, ya know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t hear him through your ranting. “You know what food costs nowadays, Batman? Might as well be an arm and a leg! We’re not all Bruce Wayne in his pretty manor on the hill with everything we need. At some point, we’re better off fighting the crime by ourselves if this is what your good gets us.”

When the anger cleared, you saw the man standing in front of you. Between the mask and the dull expression on his face, you didn’t know if you had any effect on him with yours. If he cared or not didn’t matter, you still apologized because your boss would have your ass for yelling at a customer like that.

“I’ll be more careful next time,” He said, voice still stoic.

You didn’t know where this bitterness had come from because, in truth, you loved Batman. He was the coolest guy you knew, and he was really nice. Yet, all the things he had done in the name of justice were just adding more heat to an already boiling pot. An endless cycle that happened over and over again, and the consequences always fell onto the citizens of Gotham.

“When my power goes out again, I’ll remember you said that,” You said, looking at him in the eyes.

#batfamily x reader #batfam imagine #batdad #batfamily #batfamily shenanigans #batfam #nightwing #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #the joker #killer croc #bruce wayne fanfiction #alfred pennyworth #batkids

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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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rose with robin since I love her. I dont dont think I need to explain myself since you already know me, feel free to use my old pronouns for this one (I wont mind if its for her <33)

A/n: I'm sooo nervous to write this but I really hope you like it!!! <3 (Don't worry about old pronouns, I'll just write with a gn!reader in mind!)

Robin Buckley Masterlist

Strawberry Slushies and Arcade Games

Robin Buckley x gn!Reader

Tags and Warnings: Brief Implications of Homophobia, Shy!Robin Buckley, Soft!Robin Buckley, First Date, Headcanons

Word Count: 1325

You and Robin were barely acquaintances, having only seen one another as you passed through the hellishly crowded hallways at school. You'd never really spoken to her either, finding her friendly enough, but neither of you had really considered yourselves that great at socializing, so it remained one of those 'what-if' situations. One of the things you thought about at night when you wondered if your actions and choices could have led you to a different outcome.

Until... Robin notices you at the arcade next to Family Video. She's been working there for months, and she has a habit of spending her break time there instead of in the video store . (Steve teases her for it, but who can blame her? They have better vending machines and they have blue raspberry slurpees. What more could she ask for?)

She remembers you from school – someone who seemed kind and genuine and who she wanted to converse with but never had the courage to – and so she finally comes up with a plan to talk to you. She's going to walk into the arcade one day, see you there, and try to strike up casual, easy conversation. Maybe about the arcade or the game you've been playing for three days straight now. Easy enough, right?

Well... not so much. Robin carries out phase one of her plan; she steps into the arcade during her break and orders the usual from concessions – her blue raspberry slushie and a medium side of chili cheese fries – but that's about as far as her plan goes. You're there, hyper-focused on one of the game machines – she hasn't figured out how you always manage to be there when she's on break, but it's not as if there's much to do in Hawkins besides run from monsters, watch movies, and play games, so she doesn't really pay any mind to it – and she's rendered a bit of an anxious mess because she's just realized she'll have to talk to someone outside of her typical friend group. Sure, you give off good vibes, but the possibility of getting to know you and then finding out that you won't accept her for who she truly is keeps her from moving over to talk to you.

She keeps her eyes on you, curious and yet hesitant, until she has the fleeting thought that this might seem a little creepy, so she turns back to her food and continues intensely staring at her blue slushie, imagining what it would have been like had she been capable of following through with her plan.

However, she doesn't have to imagine it for very long, because suddenly you're next to her, asking the concession manager for your own strawberry slushie – something that actually surprises her, because she didn't have you pinned as the strawberry type. She's so shocked that she unintentionally voices her thoughts.

"Strawberry? I didn't see you as someone who could handle the sweetness of it."

"Yeah, it's surprisingly not too bad." A beat passes and then you fall into an oddly familiar routine – strange, seeing how you'd never interacted before – and you smile as you tease her. "You got something against strawberries, Buckley?"

Conversation strikes up easily, taking you both by surprise, and the difference between your demeanor and your personality has her captivated. She quickly grows fond of you – becoming friends who talk excessively about whatever is currently of interest to the both of you, listening with wide eyes as you get to know one another – and suddenly she's making sure to spend all of her breaks at the arcade, sharing snacks and various flavored slushies together as you talk alongside the machines. She finds your honest and teasing personality refreshing, finds it intriguing how you're so devoted to your hobby of gaming; you have this goal to become the player with the highest score on every machine, and she thinks it's both impressive and endearing that you're actually pretty close to achieving that, having half of the machines already showcasing your name as the number one player. In other words, it doesn't take her too long to realize that she may be developing a crush.

If it did take her any longer, then Steve would have been the one to clock it. She's prone to rambling on and on to him, as they're best friends, and you've become the latest subject of such ramblings. She talks about how much she enjoys your presence, about how she can't believe the two of you had never talked before now, and when he gives her an all-knowing glance, she just playfully rolls her eyes.

"I'm serious. If you had actually met them, you would think that they're as cool as I do."

But she's not as dense as Steve thinks she is; rather, she's just worried about exposing herself to the wrong person.

Regardless, one day when she leaves her shift a few hours early – Steve taking care of Family Video as she goes next door – she accidentally spills her secret (and her strawberry pink slurpee).

The two of you were talking at an arcade machine with your usual snacks when you had convinced her to try her hand at the game you were trying to win.

"Oh no, I've never been much of a gamer. My hands get really fidgety and they've always been a little over my head..."

She nervously laughs but you insist, and she eventually caves. She struggles at first, trying to keep up with which button does what, but she finally gets the hang of it as you cheer her on. Your support has her cheeks dusted pink, making her brain falter for a minute as she reels on how nice it feels to hear you applaud for her, and she falters. She's about to lose the game when suddenly you help her out, your hand resting on hers in order to save her little character on screen, and Robin feels like she might explode.

She's so giddy that she moves her free hand forward, knocking over her cup and sending some of it flying towards you. What remains of the strawberry drink you had convinced her to try is now on your shirt, and her eyes are wide, mortified and filled with guilt.

She rushes to hand you some napkins, quick to try and talk to explain to you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I really hope that doesn't stain because your shirt is really cute and I would feel absolutely terrible if I messed it up. Like horrible, and I hope that you don't think I'm crazy for how much I talk to you because I just think you're really cool to hang out with. Like, so cool. Like, I talk about you so much to my coworker Steve that I'm pretty sure he wants to strangle me sometimes. He seems to think I have some sort of crush on you and–"

She stops, having realized what she's bumbled on about, and when you ask her if she does have a crush on you, she just lets out a nervous giggle before saying, "Um.. maybe?"

She's so anxious, heart hammering as she looks anywhere but at you, terrified that you might reject her and expose her to everyone else at Hawkins High as an outsider, someone different, but you don't. You take her hand and give her a smile, reassuring her and confirming that you feel the same, and Robin beams.

"So uh... I could take you downtown to buy you a new shirt? To make up for this one?"

You accept her offer and enjoy your first official date together, hand in hand as you go shopping right after leaving the arcade. When you leave, various brown paper bags of items hung on your fingers, you both sport matching grins of elation and golden charm bracelets, yours of the moon and stars and hers of the sun and clouds.

#the garden🌷#aimi🌷#stranger things #stranger things 4 #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley #lovely requests

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angelcloves · 4 months

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As much as I love the idea of Willow and Gus being a key part of the Owl Piece AU...

I feel incredibly bad for their Dad's. At least Perry reported on Eda's near-petrification, so he should have some idea how things went awry? Maybe? I mean, his son and his son's close friend starting a riot would've been pretty hard for him to have missed, lol.

But Gilbert and Harvey?!? As far as they know, Willow went of a field trip... and never came back. Sure, it's possible, even probable that they watched Perry's report on the petrification, but uh... That still wouldn't really be much of a comfort to them. Their daughter is gone and she's probably going to stay gone for months.

Actually, that also goes for Perry. And unlike Willow's fathers, who at least have each other, he doesn't seem to have any other family besides Gus! So poor him too.

Hell, none of them might not even know where their kids are! Unless Eda sent like, a letter to them or something before The Owl Ship set sail.

"Dear, the actual parents of my two newest kids.

So, as you've probably heard, the government tried to put me to death recently. And your kids helped prevent that from happening. Kudos to you guys for raising children with a taste for chaos. But now, not only is the government still after me, but they want a piece of my sister and the kids as well.

But don't worry! My house has the ability to shift into a ship, so we're setting sail for the other side of the world. Of course, everybody knows that there's not supposed to be anything out there, but I figure that the journey there and back again will take long enough that the heat will have died down to the point that we can all resume our usual lives by the time that we do get back.

So don't worry about your kids, I'll look after them as if they were my own! My sister and I may not have magic anymore, but I figure that between the two of us actually let's be real, my apprentice will be doing all of the teaching we can still manage to keep up their magical educations. Plus we can fish for food and they'll have hammocks to sleep in.

Just think of this as them being on an extended field trip! Only one where they'll be learning things that are actually useful, chaperoned by adults who genuinely care about them.

Kindest regards,

The Owl Lady

P.S. I'm so sorry, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this. Why didn't Luz listen to me. Why did Lily have to curse me. Why did Belos decide to go after the kids. This is so wrong wrong wrong wrong...."

consider: souvenir game would go hard

#owl piece au

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 9 months

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Seeing Green

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TW: Vomiting, some swearing/name calling and ruining of cars.

NB: I know zilch about cars/motorbikes other than they can go vroom vroom and can be in racing green or radiant red. It's also someone else's job to sort mine out when it goes wrong. I know that others do love them so apologies for the nonsense I spout out.

Plus this sort of grew out of control. It really wasn't meant to be as long as it turned into.

Thank you for reading 😘❤️

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Roy nursed his drink while he watched from the corner of the crowded bar. The conversation layered upon each other lead to a loud cacophony of laughs and indiscernible voices. He had hoped it would drown out his plaguing thoughts. He had been fine. Things had been great. Everything had been a-o-kay but yeah, life hated him and had to take another shot at him.

Ollie had been acting decent recently, more how he was when they had first met. Roy had found he was actually enjoying spending time with the other Arrows as well. Seeing Jason slowly mend burnt bridges with the bats and, with some minor interference/assistance from his 'siblings', had managed to repair the drama between himself and Bruce, Roy had foolishly been encouraged that maybe, just maybe, he might gain a relationship back again with Ollie.

Pah!

What dream had he been living in? He was an idiot. His archer mentor wasn't going to change. The past still remained the past and the emotional bruises from their fights were impossible to navigate. They never faded, just kept being re-hit time and time again. As witnessed by the explosive argument with yet another list of all his flaws that happened hours ago.

Sighing, Roy took another sip of his alcohol free beer before playing with the green bottles label. Slowly pulling the edge away from the cool damp bottle.

Screw Ollie! Roy might be desperate to drown his sorrows and forget everything, but he wasn't going to fall off the wagon because of the man. He didn't deserve it. Roy worked hard to remain sober and not fall back into bad habits. Artie, Biz, Kori and Jay worked their socks off for him to get this far and he wasn't going to ruin the progress for an egoistic self centred righteous billionaire!

Jason, his wonderful, perfect best friend. Comrade in dealing with the duff hand of arsehole parents (and the loss of losing the ones that cared). A fellow broken hero, returned from the 'grave', recovering in their unique and maybe explosive big bangs way. Jason, his brother in arms, who had become a slight (major) food snob since his return as a coping mechanism had created a database of all the best small local micro breweries. Specifically those who did alcohol free drinks that didn't taste like dirty bath water and were enjoyable to drink. All for Roy. Meaning he didn't have to break his sobriety, got a decent tasting drink to still drown his sorrows by crossing the border into Canada from Starling City to escape the obnoxious man.

Wishing that his friends were with him and not off doing Outlaw stuff, Roy settled himself into his seat and continued to watch people morosely. Surrounding himself with noise to stop delving into self destructive thoughts. Breathing in the air that was filled with spilt drinks and hints of sweat and clashing perfumes and colognes he tried to distract himself from his misery. Roy started to make up silly backstories for the hustling and bustling crowds that would have his friends laugh in amusement at the absurd nonsense he was creating.

…………

Marinette's date had started off fun. Truly. The guy was easy to talk to over messaging. He was polite and courteous when he picked her up. He'd driven her over the border to Canada from Starling City so she could also drink much like she could in France rather than dealing with the US laws. The sights they passed in his beautiful sports car on the way were breathtaking. The restaurant he'd taken to her first was quiet and cosy and the food mouth-wateringly delicious.

It was just now that things seemed to sour. The bar was bustling with life and the drinks flowing nicely, but the appearance of binge drinking was still a cultural shock. It wasn't that the bar was bad per say, in fact it was definitely more than ok to be honest, it held a buzz of life that was almost electric, reminding her a bit of the underground music scene that Luka, Rose, Nino… her friends in general frequented. It was more that currently, her date was trying to convince Marinette that she 'needed' another drink. Frowning at the suddenly pushy man, she crossed her arms and leaned away into the hardwood of the tall chair back.

"I'd prefer water please. I know my limit."

"One more babe. Go on, live a little."

"I'm quite happy not living a little. I think I'm ready to go home now."

"Ya like wine, and I have the perfect idea for you."

Marinette may like wine. Her maman favouring Shaoxing, with her papa preferring Chianti and herself preferring wines from the Loire Valley, she grew up around the drink. She grew up in France, and good wine was standard. To have a date, who had yet to ask for her taste in wine claiming to 'just know' what she likes was insulting.

"Non. I just want to call it a night."

"Alright sugar, I'll go close our tab and we can go."

Her eye twitched as the man got up, Alya and Kagami's encouragement to meet people was rubbish. Their vetting was appalling if they thought this guy was decent. Marinette sighed fiddling with her handbag strap, knowing that this evening was a waste. The nice guy she had been talking to was an act or this man, when drinking, changed.

Drumming her fingers on the slightly sticky table she watched as her date navigated back to where they were sitting with yet more drinks. Not exactly closing the tab as she had hoped.

"Here. I got us a couple of shots of apple sourz to celebrate and you're gonna love this. It's iced wine."

"And you're driving after drinking?!"

"Nah, it's just a shot and I've been on alcohol free beer. Thought I'd let you drink this time."

He smiled in what Marinette guessed was meant to be a charming manner, but it wasn't. Anxiety twisted in her stomach. Marinette was done with this date.

"I'm done drinking. Thank you for the drinks, but can we just go now?"

"But I got you drinks. You have to drink them. I brought them for you."

"But I didn't ask for these. I just wanted water."

"If you don't drink them, you're going to be wasting my money."

"Look, I know my limit. It will end badly if I drink more. Can we leave?"

"We can leave when you've drunk the drinks."

Pursing her lips, Marinette weighed up the situation. The distress she felt hidden beneath her skin was rising. Tingling sensation fizzed across her skin as she quickly ran through her options while trying not to alarm the controlling man. She hated that she hadn't requested this sooner. The whole situation screamed too many red flags and not enough green. That she had found herself in the wrong country alone, with a stranger who basically had her trapped. Her stomach wouldn't not like it, but he had said that he'd take her home.

Damn the allure of a nice car, awe inspiring landscapes, the temptation of decent food and illusion of politeness. Never again! Local coffee shop next time.

Picking up the shot, Marinette necked it and grimaced as the cheap liquor burned down her throat. Grabbing the wine she tried to hide the flavour with the next drink. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sickly sweetness of the wine as her date smiled a knowing grin.

"Knew you would like it. Canadian iced wine. It's amazing isn't it."

"Amazing is one word for it."

"The bar brews its own beer and creates its own iced wine. It's renowned for them. It's the best wine around."

Gulping the overly sweet wine, Marinette gave a strained smile back at the man as her stomach churned.

"I've almost finished. Can we go now?"

"You sure you don't want to dance or something?'

"No. I'm good. It's been a long dat- day. I have to get up early tomorrow so I think leaving now would be best."

"Sure honey. Let me grab your coat and we can go."

Tension finally seeped out of Marinette's shoulders as he turned back into the perfect gentleman, helping her with the coat and guiding her back to his car. The cool night air was refreshing against Marinette's warm cheeks though her stomach churned in discomfort.

…………

Roy watched what he thought was a date continue to go down hill.

The woman dressed in black with vibrant green piping, Marinette, seemed to get more and more tense with each round of drinks. When the man had got to relieve himself, Roy had slipped over to check if she was ok but the man had come back too quickly. He played it off as Marinette was, Ollie's latest mentee, Roy's maybe sister, Mia's friend and had spotted her and wanted to catch up. It ended with the male bristling and being highly defensive and Marinette cleverly calmed the situation and pleaded with Roy to leave with the cutest kitten eyes with a fake promise to come over to see Mia and him at the weekend. Reluctantly, Roy had left wishing he could do something more.

Marinette seemed to get stiffer and more agitated as the evening went on, her eyes regularly darting to check her watch as if she was desperate for an escape. Roy contemplated interrupting again but he really didn't want to get into a fight, especially since he had been told to back off for now. A fight was also the last thing he needed as well, so he kept an eye on the duo from a distance.

Watching from his seat he observed that the guy seemed to mix his drinks up with getting a shot at the bar and then take an alcohol free beer to the table which confused Roy but hey, not his issue if the loser wanted to drink drive, it did raise concerns about Marinette's safety though. Roy watched Marinette carefully as the man returned to the bar yet again. She was drumming her fingers agitatedly against the table. It was impressive she'd hadn't caused a huge scene and succumbed to her emotions that were littered across her body. He wasn't the detective Dick and Jason were but he could read body language, hell, anyone could read hers with how clearly she wore them. Or well, read what she wanted you too, and everything screamed back off and let me escape.

Roy had seen too many partners erupt into explosive arguments in places like this. It set him on edge so surreptitiously positioned himself to step in if required. The flat look of complete unamusement she shot her date passed over the male like water on a duck's back and he seemed thrilled with the latest round he presented Marinette. Her almost luminescent blue eyes shimmered as despite the alcohol coursing through her gained a calculating look. One he had seen too many times at galas as Bat's and Arrows navigated the shark infected socialite scene. He could only raise an eyebrow as Marinette downed her shot and took a gulp of her wine. Her face shifted into pure shock and disgust. It was clear whatever the wine was, it was not the wine she was expecting. Plus wine and shots?! an ideal combination for drunkenness and a killer hangover tomorrow. Yurgh, this guy was a bigger arse than Ollie! The manipulation of the situation was a car crash waiting to happen. Screw the consequences, everything screamed to Roy that he HAD to step in now. He couldn't let this guy take advantage of a drunk woman, specifically a drunk Marinette that was deliberately manipulated into this situation.

Placing a few bills in the tip jar that he passed, Roy struggled to put on his jacket and went to speak to the pair. In the moments he had turned away they had disappeared. Panicking slightly, Roy skimmed the crowds to spot the duo leaving through the exit. Fighting his way through the crowded room, he stumbled slightly as he made it into the carpark. Glancing around he saw the pair in a sleek electric blue sports car, he could easily see Dick using it when playing Dickie boy Wayne, pulling out onto the road heading south.

Rushing to his bike, Roy pulled his helmet on swiftly and started the machine. Whatever occured next didn't matter, he was going to follow just to make sure nothing bad happened.

…………

The car was pretty, that's for sure, but it wasn't the smoothest of rides. Each bump or sharp turn sent Marinette's stomach into a twisting mess. It churned, protesting against the unwanted movement.

Focusing on her breathing, Marinette drowned out the drivel, well it may not be drivel and could be interesting, but at the moment it was drivel to Marinette as her date spouted out about the car and his collection and what he wanted. Her stomach was not happy even with her focusing on her breath and trying to settle her uneasy stomach. Marinette just needed to make it over the border and back closer to civilisation, preferably Starling City, but with how she felt, anywhere with a cab would do.

Another 10 long painful minutes later, Marinette was back in the States. If she could, she would have sighed a breath of relief, the queasiness had not abated, in fact with the heat blasting out of the car's vents it was becoming unbearable. Whatever her date was saying was meaningless as she quietly prayed to her kwami friends to hold out a little longer.

She made it another 5 minutes before her date, in spite of being an enthusiastic car lover it did not translate into driving skills, and hit another bump in the road. Marinette's stomach lurched with the car as she felt green and the urge to throw up increased tenfold. Oblivious to the turmoil Marinette was experiencing, her date clicked his fingers in front of her face, drawing her focus away from containing the nauseous feelings.

"Hey! Are you paying any attention to me?!!"

"I don't feel so good…"

"I take you for a nice date. Pay for your meal and drinks. Least you could laugh at my jokes."

"I think I'm going to throw up…"

"You've not paid any attention to my anecdotes. Hey, Babe, look at me when I'm talking."

Fed up with his insistent demands for her attention, Marinette shifted in her seat to face the middle. Her stomach clenched at her movement.

"..."

"What? Babe? Babe, why are you looking green??"

He hit another dip and it was too much and Marinette stopped trying to control her unhappy tummy. She let it out. She wouldn't call it relief, more like karma as she vomited all over him.

He shrieked and the car lurched as he swerved and breaked. The additional moving just added to her urge so she continued getting rid of the additional unwanted alcohol, this time on the middle console. It was everywhere as he shouted to her to stop as he slammed the breaks on further. He continues to scream as Marinette fumbles with the door handle to stumble out.

…………

Roy caught up quickly with the sports car that had zoomed off. He scrutinised the erratic driving as they crossed over the border and drove towards Star City. He was slightly relieved that at least they were heading in the same direction so he couldn't be accused of stalking… any more than he was.

It was when the car careened in one direction to the next before coming to a sudden stop that he was forever grateful for all the 'hero' training, stunt manoeuvres that he had undergone in his early teens that he was able to react as quickly as he did and not collide with the vehicle. Sliding to a skilled stop he gazed on as Marinette stumbled out of the car looking peaky. One hand rested on her stomach as she bent forward, the other on her knee as she emptied her stomach. Roy couldn't find himself blaming her, his stomach would have protested… (potentially)... With the crazy arse civilian driver (if he hadn't experienced a Titan, Dick, Jay, Biz, Artie or Star driving for their lives).

Her date exited from his side and a slew of insults flew from his mouth putting Roy on edge. He was the shitty driver. He had ploughed Marinette full of drinks, what did he expect? Taking his helmet off cautiously, Roy approached in a way that enabled him to protect the unwell woman from her madman date.

"Hey, you guys ok? That was quite a stop dude? Some creature run across the road or something?"

"That BITCH!"

The man waved his arms in a chaotic and very unstable fashion as he fumed before jestering to his top. Roy raised his eyebrows as he saw the mess on the man's top and snorted in smirking amusement as he rubbed Marinette's back as she stopped heaving and regained some calm.

"Excuse you?!."

"You!!!"

A growl followed as the man narrowed his toxic green eyes at Roy and Marinette and sneered.

"You! From the bar. Knew you wanted her, the floozy doesn't know your sister, does she?! Can't manage to get a girl on your own so you steal another guy's one. Pathetic!"

Roy glared back at the man. He may have started the night not wanting a fight but he was itching for one now. He opened and closed his fists as he felt more than seeing Marinette wobble to a stand now her heaving had stopped.

"Actually! Keep her. She destroyed my baby, the bitch. She ain't worth my time with that disrespect!"

Marinette's date fuming reclimbed into his car and slammed the door and dangerously zoomed off, leaving Roy and Marinette behind. Roy blinked in surprise as he grasped the concept as Marinette let out a harsh laugh. Turning to her she didn't seem too upset about it all.

"Hey, are you ok now?"

"Ha… yeah… maybe… I'm- I'm not feeling nauseous now. And well, I did want to get out of the car. Umm… do you know if taxi's come this far from Starling City?"

"Taxi?"

"Yes… I- I still need to get home… I was hoping to get somewhere closer before I needed to puke. Do you know whether taxis travel this far out? Actually, do you know where we are?!"

"I'm heading back to Starling City. I can give you a lift if you think you can manage a bike?"

Moonlight eyes peered up at Roy, deeply peering into his soul with hesitation as she worried at her bottom lip. He could feel her apprehension in waves.

"I'll let you have my helmet and you can link your phone up to it so you can call a friend to be with them the whole time. I can drop you off near a taxi rank if that helps. I don't have to take you home."

Roy bit back a soft smile as he saw her consider his proposal and brush a stray hair behind her ear.

"Did you want some water to freshen up a bit? It's in a sealed bottle."

Marinette gave him a surprised look but nodded as she cautiously followed him back to his bike. Roy rooted about shifting med packs, emergency clothes and items, snacks until he found his unopened water bottle. He presented to her in gusto to try and make her feel at ease and maybe smile after the evening she'd had. She took it and examined the seal before opening it to wash her mouth out. A few minutes later, she started sipping the water and watched Roy in contemplation.

"Ok. I'll let you take me back. You seem like an okay person, but recent encounters suggest that's meaningless."

"Your date definitely was a douche-kabab, no arguments there."

The small chuckles she gave out brought another smile to Roy's face, especially as she ducked to hide behind her dark fringe.

"How ya feeling now? Feel like you can handle a bike ride?"

"I feel like I could do with a giant nap to be honest and forget tonight ever happened. I don't think I'll be sick again, not that there's anything less to get rid of… um can we wait 10 minutes to see how I feel?"

…………

The red head, Roy, nods and smiles cheekily at her and Marinette's heart thumps. The moon and stars highlight his own constellations on freckles and sparkling emerald eyes. She was doomed. It's Adrien all over again.

Sitting down on the ground she tries to ignore Roy and the situation by slowly sipping the water. His annoying interference earlier, now plays in a new light. His looks were of concern rather than lechery and he was trying to look out for her. Marinette shivers as her light coat fails to ward off the late night chill. Groaning, she plonks her head in her hands trying not to think of all the disaster choices she's made.

Suddenly something heavy and warm is draped over her shoulders. The smells of leather, cologne and hints of sweat feel her nostrils. Marinette turns her head to stare at Roy from her mournful position.

"You looked cold."

Marinette blinked yet again in surprise. This stranger, on reflection, was being more gentlemanly than the pretence of her date. He seemed more genuinely invested in her welfare than, well, anyone outside her friends in a long time. Sighing, it really wasn't helping her heart or her head.

It wasn't the crash of thunder or flash of lightning dumb struck feeling. It was more the growing feeling of warmth from kinderling that risks growing into roaring flames. How… why…. This wasn't what she signed up for either.

"Thanks Roy."

Shifting, Marinette reluctantly sat up and wrapped his jacket closer as she studied the muscular giant who now sat next to her gazing at the clear sky. Tikki and Plagg… well Plagg had different intentions, regularly told her to trust her gut. Without the distractions, he was an easier read. He definitely had secrets but was being honest, without malicious intent, about wanting to help her. She got secrets, everyone had some, her more than most so brushed them aside as she mentally checked how she felt. With no more feelings of nausea, she slowly stood up.

"Ready."

Quickly in a fluid motion no one his size should have, Roy was standing next to her.

"Ready."

He lead her to his bike, fussing over helmets and jackets arguing on whom should wear what. They compromised with Roy taking his jacket back and Marinette in his helmet before he guided her onto it behind him. Before he could kick the bike into action Marinette pulled on his sleeve and told him her address in a moment of bravery. She felt him nod in understanding as she readjusted to hold on tight, leaning into the firm muscles on his back and breathing in his distinct scent.

The rush of air finally abated as Roy slowed his bike down to a stop in front of her apartment block. Reluctantly she peeled herself off Roys back and fumbled to dismount and remove his helmet. Adrenaline pumped through her system in a way that was reminiscent of flying through Paris. Roy had driving with confidence. He was one with his bike. He knew the machine like it was his baby and it showed. He possesed all the skill her date wished he had.

With flushed cheeks Marinette held out the helmet to the man before her all nervousness disapated on the journey home. As he took the helmet from her hands, their fingers brushed, sparks tingled up her arm as her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Thank you. Seriously. I would have been waiting forever without you there."

"Glad I found you, and you accepted the ride home."

She grinned at him as he ran his hand through his messed up hair. Marinette wish she could run her fingers through it too. In a bold move she, taking the signs at face value, she tiptoed up and pressed her lips to his stubbled cheek before darting back to were she was standing.

"Umm, I am too. Thank you again though. You didn't need to. Err… I'm… tomorrow well.. yeah, err…. If you are about tomorrow, I'm umm… going to be at the coffee shop on 12th at 10.30. Ummm… if you're free, you're welcome to join me. As a thank you. That is."

The dopey smile from earlier was back and the fondness shimmered in his eyes.

"I'd like that. Consider it a replacement date to make up for tonight's catastrophy."

Marinette opened her mouth to say something before closing it again. She tried to surpress the over excited smile that threatened to spill out and growing blush but based on Roy's reaction she was failing.

"I…err… ok. Coffee is a better first date anyway."

She stared into his alluring green eyes seeing them crinkle in agreement, Marinette looked away before she got entrapped further. Playing nervously with her fingers she pointed towards her apartment building.

"I better, umm yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Roy."

Before the slowly decreasing adrenaline, left her system, Marinette, yet again lent towards Roy to give him a la bise this time before running into her apartment. Roy instead followed her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. His cracked lips froze Marinette in place as he ran a heated hand down her arm.

"Night Marinette. Sweet dreams and make sure you have some water. I promise you I'll see you tomorrow."

Gently he pressed another kiss on her forehead before leaning away and removing his hand. The warmth faded quickly in the nights air. A gust of air sent shivers wracking through her body and Marinette agreed that the glow of her apartment was becoming more appealing as her energy faded and chaos of what happened caught up with her.

Reluctantly she stepped back and whispered a good night to Roy. Slowly she walked towards her entrance. She turned the key and took one last look at Roy as he placed his helmet on to his wild hair hiding his gorgeous green eyes from her sight. Marinette sent a final wave before closing the door and squealed.

Tonight's date was a busy. But tomorrow, that seemed to hold promise.

#meet cute monday #meet cute #or meet ugly #depends on definition #ml x dc #dc x ml #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #roynette #roy x marinette #marinette x roy

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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The monsters have to go back under the Mountain but with your AU skeletons?

I hoped someone would ask! So much angst potential. I love to see you all cry. The first part is here, with all the UT characters.

Underswap Sans - He's angry, but he can't show it. Queen Toriel asked all royal guards to stay professional and watch over monsters. Blue is holding back, and takes care of the others instead, trying to light the mood and help those who have bad ideas. He is loyal to Toriel, and will do his best after that with Alphys to keep everyone safe. He's promoted Captain of the Royal Guard a few months later to thank him for his dedication. He is still very sour about all of this though.

Underswap Papyrus - He won't say anything until he goes home, in Snowdin, then he collapses in his old bed and cries for days, not wanting to do anything else. Blue won't let him fall down though and will find him a place in the new orphanage that opened after lots of children lost their parents in the fights. With children to occupy his mind, he will slowly get better. Though, it will never be the same and he's not happy at all.

Underfell Sans - He doesn't hesitate one second after the announcement. He went out and start to kill humans. He got shot down by soldiers. Red would rather die than going back to hell, and that's exactly what he did. He doesn't want to see a new war.

Underfell Papyrus - Red is dead, most of monsters are dead actually, since no one wanted to go back. Edge hesitated between joining Undyne, who declared war on the humans, and flee the country. He doesn't want to fight, but he refuses to let Undyne sacrifice alone. He knows that either he goes back Underground, fights or leave, he won't survive for more than a month with everyone, monsters and humans, wanting to kill him. So he joined Undyne and fight for several months. Only him and Undyne survived after the battle, and, cornered, they chose to kill each other before the humans did, so they can't have the pleasure to see them weak.

Horrortale Sans - He followed everyone, but he's confused. Why is everyone going back inside the Mountain? Nor Willow, nor Toriel are saying anything, and he's starting to panick. When he realises they're going back for real, no one managed to stop him before he jumps on the human soldiers and make a carnage. He's executed right in front of his friends and his brother's eyes, who couldn't do anything to stop him. Oak was too far gone at this point to even notice anything.

Horrortale Papyrus - With Toriel, he tries to organise things, but there's still no food Underground. Monsters lose all hope in a matter of weeks and start to fall down, one after the other. Willow wanted to authorize humans hunt again, but it was way too late, as Toriel died a few days later, unable to murder a child. Willow is the last of his kind, and he will watch over the Underground until he's too weak himself to do it. In two months, monsters reached extinction.

Horrorfell Sans and Papyrus - Monsters refused, but instead of fighting, hid and find a way to leave the country. As the leaders of their people, Copper and Chief are leading the way, closer than ever. They are determined to save everyone, even if not anyone will make it. They managed to survive long enough on a boat for people to notice them and welcome them in their country. They are exhausted, but alive, and Copper and Chief are even more considered as heroes.

Horrorswap Sans - He tries to escape the country with his brother, but Pumpkin got caught near the frontier. Most of monsters are safe now, but Nugget can't give up on him and goes back. He will never reach him, killed before he could reach the prison, and this will haunt him in his last moments.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He got caught and imprisonned again. Pumpkin is used as some kind of pet by the humans. He can't talk and he's too scared to do anything. Humans showed him like some sort of clever monkey on TV for months before some humans broke his prison and got him out of here. With their kindness, he is slowly healing, but it will take a long time for him to recover. He still wants to find his brother, but so far, no one found him.

Swapfell Sans - He's still protected by Toriel and he stays attached to this idea as he goes back into hell. It can't be worse than before, right? And eventually, their leader will change. Humans don't live that long. He goes back to his job, but not even a few days later, his past caught him back and all he found home was Rus' dust arranged into a smiling figure. Nox dissociates entirely from who he was before and becomes only a cold blood killer after that, seeking to get revenge for his brother. He will track and murder all of his rivals, their family and their descendance, erase them from this world.

Swapfell Papyrus - He followed his brother without a choice, even if he knew it was a bad idea. He tried to go back to his old routines, but Rus forgot he had to watch his back day and night, and got surprised by his brother's rivals in his sleep. They tortured him and let him to dust all alone. Maybe it's for the best. He was sick of this world anyway.

Outertale Sans - Oh well. He misses his old rock anyway. He doesn't care that much. Humans don't just lose monsters, but their technology too, their food productions included. Moon watched them crawl back to them a few months later with a morbid fascination and laughed at them, as the first monster they crossed. He kills them as a revenge. Humanity sank into famine.

Outertale Papyrus - He's disgusted by his brother's growing hate for humans and leave. He won't say him he finds Frisk and that he's raising them with Toriel far from him, hiding on another planet.

Disbelief Papyrus - Well, there's only Asgore and him now, and a dozen monsters. Asgore just negociates an escape door and they find a new house in another country, peacefully. They don't care about the land as long as they have each other.

Dustale Sans - Lol, you want what now? Man, this guy did a genocide all alone, you think that's going to stop him? Humanity just lost its living priviledge. Everyone crossing his way will die.

#underswap #underfell #horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #swapfell #outertale #disbelief papyrus #dustale sans #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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encyclopika · 2 years

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #196

Brought to you by a peeved marine biologist about to be a doomer on main...

CLICK HERE FOR THE AC FISH EXPLAINED MASTERPOST!

I literally just went over how it peeves tf out of me when people are like “oh, we can’t possibly be causing irreparable damage to the whole planet!” when, like, there is evidence everywhere we are. Well, anyway, of course someone had to piss me off in this exact way, and I’m going to use this series to spin my frustration to talk about something I find endlessly fascinating - the incredible link between life on Earth and the planet itself. I will use the humble Clam to talk about it, but make no mistake - filter feeding shellfish and humans are far from the only organisms that have had planetary effects! And so Tumblr doesn’t hide this very important tidbit I explain below, TL:DR

**IT’S THE RATE OF INCREASE IN CO2 THAT IS DRIVING THE CLIMATE CHANGE CRISIS.** Bivalves help slow it down.

Pic from https://animalcrossing.fandom.com/wiki/Clam

The Clam appeared only in AC New Leaf when diving was first introduced. In ACNH, it became the manila clam bait mechanic (the Clam is called “asari” in New Leaf, which is another common name for the Manila clam). They are the same species, Ruditapes philippinarum, and since we covered the Manila Clam before, I won’t go too deeply into it. We have also covered bivalves so many times, but in case you forgot - Bivalvia is a Class of Mollusks that have two hard shells attached by a hinge, with a very soft body inside, the vast majority of which are filter feeders and burrow into the sediment around the world. They are also popular as food items, raised in aquaculture around the world, for which the Manila clam is a top, but sustainable, farmed species.

By pinay06 - Own work, CC BY 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1414054

Bivalves are incredible animals that actually play key roles in the habitats they flourish in - many of them provide benthic structure that other animals and plants rely upon as habitat, they are a food source for many species, including humans, and, most importantly right now, they are one of the best at sequestering carbon. Let me explain:

By now, we know that climate change exists, it is happening, and the burning of fossil fuels by humans is the number one culprit (with other additional factors, also anthropogenic, aka human-caused). Burning coal, oil, gas, and wood, too, release carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. Carbon dioxide (CO2) is a known “greenhouse gas” - this means that the properties of CO2 enable it to trap heat easily. So, solar radiation (aka the sun’s light and energy) hitting the Earth is trapped in the atmosphere more readily the more CO2 is present (this is generally - water vapor and methane, for examples, are also greenhouse gases!) Now, this is not to be viewed as a bad thing on its own - atmospheric CO2 is an important part of why Earth is habitable. We have this great atmosphere that effectively shields us from the cold void of the rest of space. CO2 has risen and fallen many, many times throughout Earth’s history, often the catalyst for major shifts in the planet’s climate, followed by major shifts in biodiversity. CO2 is super important and a major player in making life possible - remember plants take in CO2 like we take in oxygen. So, CO2 itself isn’t the problem - it’s the rate at which the concentration of CO2 is rising in our atmosphere that’s the problem.

Let me say that again: IT’S THE RATE OF INCREASE IN CO2 THAT IS DRIVING THE CLIMATE CHANGE CRISIS.

And it is definitively from humans burning shit at an industrial scale, as well as stressing the environment’s ability to offset that carbon via biological means, like via overharvesting species, habitat destruction, etc. the list goes on. And yes, life on Earth has a HUGE role in managing the carbon cycle and therefore the climate. I mean, we’re made of carbon - plants take in CO2, we animals breathe it out, etc. - it’s a major component of life on Earth. If you go through ancient history, you can pick out where atmospheric CO2 rises, giving way to a very tropical climate that nurtures plants to the point they take in all of that CO2 and incorporate it into their tissues (sugars, etc.), which in turn ends up cooling the planet (over millions of years!). When a tree dies, unless it’s via forest fire, it takes most of the CO2 it absorbed with it, and eventually decays into the soil, often buried and kept out of the atmosphere (sequestration - literally yanking the CO2 out of the air, and burying it). This is what happened after the great forests of the Carboniferous Period some 340 million years ago died out. All of that carbon was stored away underground, and now humans are burning it as coal and oil. You can now think of the CO2 humans are pumping into the atmosphere as “extra CO2″ the Earth hasn’t accounted for in millions of years in the span of like, 200 years.

Now, with the rate we’re going, the climate crisis ought to be WAY WORSE than it is right now, but planet Earth has more than one way to sequester carbon - it also sinks into the ocean in a number of ways. One of those ways is via bivalves! (I know, it took a bit to connect all of this, but I had to make sure you get it - if you don’t, PLEASE ASK ME.) The oceans, especially the surface, photic layers, are just as photosynthetically active as major forests and provide half of all the oxygen in the atmosphere. Phytoplankton bloom and grow very fast, multiplying rapidly and dying just as fast. As the base of the oceanic food web, these phytoplankton are eaten by zooplankton which are then consumed by a myriad of creatures that, ya know, poop and that poop sinks or is recycled back as nutrients for phytoplankton to use again. Some filter feeders, though, like bivalves, actively eat phytoplankton directly, straining them from the water at such a rate, that bivalves are a known carbon sequester, their poop very often becoming buried as soon as it’s made because bivalves hang out on the bottom or are already buried themselves. What you get from this and other carbon sequestering processes (such as forest growth, chemical ocean absorption, animal feeding and migrating or dying, etc.) is a crisis that’s been slowed. Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s not a problem - it just means we got more time to deal with the problem and decided to convince each other it wasn’t our fault. Meanwhile, more frequent forest fires and ocean acidification are eliminating our best carbon sequesters in an endless feedback loop.

The effects of “too much CO2, too fast” are not fully understood - atmospheric CO2 has never risen this fast before - so more science is always the answer while we try to get off that fossil fuel teet. However, we can easily predict that reduced ice and snow cover will translate to less clean, fresh water and rising sea levels; stronger tropical cyclones fueled by warm water equating to devastation and loss of life; new desertification hurting agriculture; heat waves and heat emergencies literally just killing people; decreases in biodiversity as plant and animal species fail to adapt fast enough; longer droughts fueling raging fires...all things that lead to water scarcity, food shortages, poverty, refugee crises, disease spread, death, and economic damage, all of which are stressors that drive desperate people to war over these dwindling resources, with poorer countries of course taking the brunt of this shit first and the most. No one is saying all life on Earth will cease to exist - life always finds a way; that isn’t the problem. The problem will be that the new climate patterns will be very harsh for humans. Will we survive? I don’t see why not, but it’s gonna suck.

Put that in your skillet and let it simmer...

#climate change #bivalves #carbon cycle #science #marine biology #animal crossing #animal crossing new leaf #carbon sequestration #animal crossing fish explained #essays #doomer on main

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i-am-kone-uzina · 2 years

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Okay, we have decided we are heading north, specifically, closer to the mountains. I think Jason is hoping that the closer clustering of cities there means less time on the road, and I also won't have to stay in one place for very long.

It's a good compromise!

I thought this would be a good time to describe the process of departing from a trade city, as well as the different kinds of caravans.

Every trade city has a few depots for parking your truck (which, for context, is like a small apartment on wheels, and not often something designed for freight. The vast majority of Ekxina live aboard these).

Near the depot is usually a meeting hall, or sometimes an outdoor park, as trade cities are usually built inside of geyser jungles.

Huge crowds gather there, and advertise their caravans by holding up signs, cooking amazing food, hosting little community-building games, etc.

The incentive for gathering more trucks for a caravan is simple: more hands for help, more skillsets on the road, more supplies for fixing problems, and safety in numbers. Most Ekxina are born with a natural anxiety about staying in one place for too long. It feels like you're trying to stay ahead of a destructive predator or something. To a Human, it probably seems irrational, but a lot of Humans are uncomfortable in small spaces, or shy away from insects. We get anxious when staying in one location, and only feel calm when we're on the move. Of course, there are those who are exceptions, but I'm talking about the majority here.

Now, there are two primary kinds of caravans: licensed and unlicensed. I might be biased against unlicensed ones, but that's entirely because of my childhood. I've ridden with people who prefer unlicensed caravans a lot more. The main difference is licensed caravans come with an Ajokona escort fleet, who manage safety, uphold global transport regulations (which have relaxed in recent years), and provide excellent defense against pirates (super rare, but they do happen now and then).

The only problem is some nomads still clearly remember the days before the revolution and major Ajokona reforms, or at least their parents do. There's still a lingering hesitation to travel under Ajokona eyes. The communal fuel tickets also cost a little bit more, because it's technically a tax for the Ajokona guild and their escorts.

Unlicensed caravans (which are not illegal caravans, mind you) do not travel with any sort of Ajokona escort or support. A lot of them have widely-varying rules and regulations, which you need to learn before you decide to hop aboard. The major risk, which my parents learned the hard way, is if you join the wrong caravan, you can be stuck with them for a long time. They advertise more freedom from Ajokona regulations, but I also grew up in a caravan that withheld the fact that they were a fucking cult, so the freedom goes both ways.

The difference between unlicensed and illegal caravans is paperwork. Unlicensed caravans still need to log their intended destination and arrival time with the Ajokona before departing, as the Ajokona use this information to fine-tune supplies and logistics, as well as law-keeping.

If your unlicensed caravan breaks a critical Ajokona law, then it leaves a paper trail for investigation. My childhood caravan wasn't investigated, because as far as the books go, my parents and I were "bad passengers", and we were expelled for that reason. We only got out with our lives because of Ajokona outcast laws and regulations.

Truly illegal caravans don't file anything. They arrive and depart silently, away from all Ajokona eyes, and literally anything can happen between cities. A lot of these are in Ekxina trafficking rings, and other creepy shit like that, but a few are totally fine and just really hate paper trails for personal reasons. You generally want to stay clear of these, because you might not be hopping on as a passenger.

Another kind of caravan is a Hersoxulka caravan. These are fucking insane, and you need special training to get on these. They ride out to the deepest parts of the desert, bringing minimal supplies, and survive for as long as they can before they absolutely have to leave for a city. It's a time-honored nomad tradition, and absolutely brutal. I've never gone on one myself, but Jason really wants to. I don't think he realizes that the Hersoxulka push their bodies to the absolute limit, and that Human physiology isn't really suited to Latokeska deserts. He tells me that Earth has plenty of Human civilizations that live and thrive in deserts, but I'd still be concerned, personally. Between the high heat, sun exposure, and lower oxygen levels, I'm not sure how well he would do.

A few dozen days ago, he had to put on an oxygen mask around the halfway point of a standard transit, because he was starting to feel dizzy. A standard transit. And he wants to join up with the Hersoxulka.

Indeed.

(Note from Jason: "I still think I could do it. I'd need to wear the right clothes, and practice operating in low-oxygen environments, but I'm pretty sure at some point I could go on a Hersoxulka caravan. It sounds like an incredible experience; how could I pass up such an opportunity?")

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littlefreya · 3 years

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As I was saying

Summary: You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity thought it’s mention that Henry is taller)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, RPF, fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, My overuse of poetic sex metaphors, cottagecore!

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts from it.

A/N: This story was born out of a convo I had with my sweet @the-soot-sprite about the photo above. Many thanks to @agniavateira my solid rock who betas all my work and to @firefly-graphics for the dividers

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my story. I work hard on each one of them and your validation means the world to me. 🖤

As I was Saying

Henry’s velvety voice carried through the cottage like seductive vapours of honey liqueur. It wasn’t often that he'd sing a blissful tune so casually out of the blue—after earth-shattering sex perhaps, which indeed you had the night before. However, this morning, his chants were laced with a new flavour of sugary bliss.

Two little pink stripes. That's all it took for his eyes to shimmer the way precious cobalt is kissed by a moonlight glow.

Sneaking about in the mien of a curious little mouse, you trod after the pleasant tune of his voice, which was now accompanied by a soft rustle. Wander laved your face once you leaned against the kitchen door frame, peering at the prodigious man who stood in front of the open fridge.

Preoccupied, he appeared to be ransacking through the shelves with the song ‘Cheek to Cheek’ thrumming on his tongue.

“Heaven... I'm in heaven…”

Fingers clutching at the edge of the wall, you pressed into the chilled surface with a relaxed smirk, lingering on the irresistible view when your ease of mind faded with a blink of an eye — while methodically rummaging through the fridge, Henry threw fresh food straight into an open trash can.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice rising to a high-pitched yip.

Henry made a soft flex; the muscles of his back rippled in a tidal motion. Though acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to hover a finger over different products.

“Cleaning up the fridge," he answered absentmindedly.

With a soft shove, there went your French cheese.

“That’s brand new!” you protested and rushed toward him, alarmed.

Towering over the trash can, you considered diving in to salvage the precious bulk of cheese from the dreary pit. Henry glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, testing your resolve while his claw grabbed some papaya salad leftovers and pushed it over the edge of the shelf, joining the rest of the discarded meals.

“It is,” he nodded and closed the refrigerator door, carrying on to the high cabinets. With a slight wrinkle between his brows and a hand scratching the stubbles of his dimpled chin, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinise the items carefully. “I'm pregnant-proofing the kitchen. I called Hanna while you were asleep. She created a proper daily menu for you with the dos and don’ts: less sugar, more veggies and protein.”

It took you a moment to process his words, your eyes narrowing while asking, “Hanna? As in Hanna, your nutritionist?”

Henry nodded at your question, a faint crease lining his cheek. “That’s the one. Don't worry, princess, she specialises with pregnant women.”

Unwittingly, a somewhat inhuman growl sounded in your chest. You were only getting used to the idea of developing another person inside you, and here stood your husband, already seeing fit to dictate your diet. Slithering into the narrow space between the heavy man and the counter, you tilted your chin to meet his stare while your fists pressed into your hips assertively.

“Listen here, Cavill! You might have jizzed me one too many and succeeded in putting a baby in there, but this is still my body. I can take care of my own pregnancy diet.”

With an arm stretched above your head, Henry offered a charming display of pearly whites to pacify your strained nerves. His dimples nearly managed to beguile your senses when your eyes flared at the sight of what was held between his long fingers.

“No! Henry, no! Not the coffee!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, my love. You shouldn’t have any caffeine at your current state.” Despite his argument, the tenderness of his gaze stroked upon your face like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Lazily it dropped to your belly, the cascading heat cradling your unborn child.

Words of protest left you for a sliver of a moment, too in awe of the dreamy grin on his face.

Thoughts of how beautiful you’d look rounded and full with his child illuminated him that you swore his skin developed a glow over the night. Didn’t they always say women are radiant when they are pregnant? Well, it seemed that in your case, it applied to your husband as well.

The charming haze of bliss almost swallowed you up; but you quickly slapped yourself back into reality, reaching a hand in an attempt to stop Henry from throwing away your delicacy. Though taller, Henry held his hand far out of reach, a hint of a smugness stretching his lips.

“A pregnant woman is allowed to have a little bit of caffeine!” You muttered and sent both hands in an attempt to retrieve the box while Henry teased you by throwing it from one hand to the other, further fueling your annoyance.

Vexed to the point of frustration, you stood still and sighed, “you know what else is bad for the baby?”

Henry paused his foolish games and tilted his head as he waited to hear your answer.

“His father at the morgue after I’ll kill him. Now stop that and hand it over! A pregnant woman can have a cup a day, according to Google.”

“Nope,” Henry clicked his tongue, his laughter replaced with a severe stare. “Love, I know they say it’s okay to have a teeny bit, but I’ve been doing some research while you were asleep, and it’s not recommended. Caffeine increases heart rate and blood pressure, which is not good for you nor for the baby. It also increases urination, which may cause dehydration.”

Clenching your jaw at the onslaught of information he bestowed, you watched his lips move while none of his words registered. Preoccupied with the rules of a “healthy” pregnancy, Henry was set on being the practical one, completely forgetting to enjoy the moment. And damn, it was the moment to celebrate. All you wanted right now was to stay in bed for a day, ride your handsome husband to hell and back and eat as much ice cream as possible.

“Everything you eat from now on goes to our baby,” Henry proceeded to lecture on a thing you were perfectly aware of.

Ire found you within seconds, embroiled with pregnancy hormones which made him further intolerable at the moment— intolerable

... and delicious.

Soaked with hunger, your eyes raked his sight: the thickness of his muscles was apparent beneath a plain black t-shirt and those good old grey sweats outlined the source of your current predicament. Your fingers twitched just from thinking about it, mimicking the sensation of squeezing its girth and eliciting those low groans that made your heart flutter.

But his chatter still interrupted your sultry thoughts. If only there was a way to get him to shut up, you mused. Then your eyes focused on the soft bulge that winked back at your hungry glare.

Unaware, Henry turned toward the table to grab a bulk of informative documents he printed earlier in order to educate you of your pregnancy, he licked his thumb and began to read through, “As I was saying….”

Hastily, you exploited his lack of attention and took a step forward, your fingers latching around the hem of his sweats. With one swift movement, you fell to your knees and tugged his trousers along.

Lost in his passionate speech, Henry was still muttering nonsense when your hand seized him; but as the lushness of your tongue bedded his soft cock without warning, all that could be heard in the kitchen was a husky gasp.

Feeling the warm silky flesh swell and harden within your mouth, you sent your eyes up to peer at him, admiring the sight. Nothing spoke of your power better than the wrinkle between his shut eyes and his mouth agape with all air draining from his lungs. There you were, lowered to your knees with a maw full of his cock and yet, he was the one who lost his ability to speak and had his legs quaking of need.

Unable to help yourself, you sent one palm to feel the tremor that ran through the muscles of his thighs while the other cradled his heavy sac.

“Uh……” he finally managed to utter, a groan of bemused bliss pushing itself between his parted lips. “What… what are you doing?”

You crooked an eyebrow in response and answered by dragging your mouth along the length of his shaft. Your pillowy lips ran across ridges and thrumming veins, your jaw loosening until you felt him deep in the back of your throat.

Locked in the cavernous cage of your maw, he tightened his gut and shuddered with pleasure. Though, the low unbridled groans that sputtered from his chest fueled your enticement just as so; memories of how the same thick girth that brimmed your mouth would split open your narrow canal made both your eyes and abandoned cunt tear of desperation.

It always beguiled you how much arousal could be found in bringing him to his rapture without touching yourself. The harder he throbbed on your velvety serpent, the more you soaked.

With fervent strokes, you feasted on the briny flavour of his cock; the tendons vibrated with bliss while your tongue twirled and pushed around them. You pulled, sucked, and pumped him in your warm mouth, milking the senses of a man infinitely stronger—a man who succeeded in conquering your womb yet now crumbled to nothing at the touch of your tongue.

“Fuck…. Babe… keep going,” Henry breathed out a plea. The documents held by his hand slipped between his fingers as he pressed his palm to the cabinet with a thud, and began to rock his hips back and forth to fuck back into your mouth. Like feathers, the white slips floated around you, landing onto the ground while you worked him to his ecstasy.

His other hand found your head, caressing lovingly and trying to take control: yet his strength waned and his head fell back with a moan. Faster, harder, you sucked your husband to the point of submission while hums of admiration laced around his rigid length. Your eyes beamed as you watched his resolve shatter. Your fingertips toyed with the coarse hair at the apex of his thighs, your thumb seeking the tendon at the base of his cock and pressing into it, urging him to spill his gift down your throat.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…. In your throat… fuck.”

With a guttural grunt, he thickened against your tongue; the overflow of salty-sweet cream glazed your mouth and then flowed down your flaring throat.

The room thrummed with the buzz of the refrigerator, Henry’s heavy exhales - these were the sounds of your triumph. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you cracked a smile and neatly pulled his trousers back on before you rose to stand straight.

Overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, your husband scrutinised you while you reached for the box of capsules and tilted your head.

“You were saying?”

#henry cavill rpf #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction

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